Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Brent, you’re a genius,” Lucie sighed. “This is a fantastic idea!”

“I’m forced to agree,” Brent chuckled. “Sure beats watching TV.”

“Not to mention playing cards,” Tom added.

“Even skiing,” Amy sighed.

“Thank God for being snowed in,” Lucie said, sending them all into laughter.

Carol wished she could share their feelings. Being snowbound hadn’t done a damned thing for her except to show her how dead her marriage was. It could have been the perfect chance for her and John to work out their problems, the first time in years that he hadn’t been close to the office and his students. But he’d chosen his work instead. At least she knew where she stood.

Tom pressed his face even lower in Lucie’s steamy red slit and shoved his thick tongue right up her cunt. Lucie wailed with pleasure and slammed her pussy up to take his tongue as deep as she could. At the same time Brent wriggled his fat red tongue into Amy’s eager little box, and the delighted redhead moaned and threw their tongues hard and fast in steamy juicy twats.

“Oooooooo!” Amy wailed.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lucie moaned.

John just had to be asleep, otherwise he would have come running, thinking someone was being murdered. Lucie and Amy were screaming their pleasure as Tom and Brent roughly tongue-fucked them, and in another few seconds the two young women were coming again. Carol gripped the drapes in an agony of envy.

It just wasn’t fair, dammit. Lucie and Amy had had three orgasms apiece now, and Carol wasn’t getting anything at all. Once again she was tempted to play with herself and get off, but her pride wouldn’t permit it. She could only watch longingly as Lucie and Amy came. Then the panting quartet rolled apart for a breather.

They all sipped their drinks, grinning and flushed with excitement. Swinging clearly agreed with them. Nobody seemed at all embarrassed or jealous. Carol tried to imagine herself and John as part of the group, but it was too impossible. Wild horses couldn’t have forced John to do anything like that.

“Well, enough of this kid stuff,” Brent grinned. “Let’s fuck!”

“Great idea,” Tom said, looking down at his painfully swollen cock.

“How about it, girls?” Brent said, leering at the two naked young women.

“Lucie, dear,” Amy giggled, “do you mind if I ball your husband?”

“Go right ahead, darling,” Lucie purred, “as long as I can fuck yours.”

“Be my guest,” Amy said.

The little redhead got on her hands and knees and poked her small ass saucily up in the air. Brent seized the clear invitation, kneeling behind her and wedging the huge purple head of his cock into her soaked little cunt-mouth. Lucie and Tom watched eagerly as Brent’s thick pale dick vanished between Amy’s coppery cunt-lips.

“Oooooo!” Amy squealed. “YES! Yes, Brent, do it to me. Do it hard!”

Brent began balling her like a pile driver, slamming his thick hard meat furiously in her steamy snug box. Tom and Lucie couldn’t wait a second longer. Tom rolled onto his back, his rigid fat cock sticking straight up, and Lucie leaped aboard, straddling his hips and bringing her dripping cunt-mouth down on his stiff-standing rod.

“Ummmmmmmm!” Lucie moaned. “Jesus, yes, Tom… fuck me. Fuck me!”

Carol gawked at the incredible scene. The two couples were fucking right alongside each other, not two feet between them. Lucie grinned at her husband as he balled another woman. Tom winked at Amy as she took it from another man. The double adultery only seemed to excite everyone. Carol was horrified, shocked – and perversely aroused.

Her hands sweated as she clutched the drapes and leaned forward for a better view. Molten hot cunt-juice leaked from her starved little box and gushed down her thighs. She wanted to be fucked so badly, she could have died. Her body quivered with longing. She would have given anything just then for a good stiff cock in her aching cunt.

The two couples were so hotly aroused by their first experience with swinging that it didn’t take long at all for them to get off. Lucie and Amy blissfully rode thick pounding cocks with squeals and moans of delight. Tom and Brent eagerly fucked juicy hot little cunts, groaning with pleasure. Suddenly all four of them seemed to explode in one gigantic mutual climax. They writhed, howled, and bucked, their voices mingled.

Feverish with longing and excitement, Carol leaded forward even farther – then gasped as she felt the drapes starting to tear. She let go of them, but too late, for she was falling forward into the room and couldn’t stop herself. She gave a squeal of alarm. Then she was flat on her face in the living room, the two couples gawking at her. Carol very slowly raised her head, blushing beet red.

“Why, Carol, how naughty of you to spy,” Lucie said. “But we forgive you. Come and join the party.”

Carol was mortified, she couldn’t even speak. But the others seemed delighted with Lucie’s suggestion. “Hey, great idea,” Brent said. “Come and join the fun, Carol.”

Carol finally found her tongue. “Oh, I couldn’t do that,” she said as cooly as she could manage. “Wouldn’t five be a crowd?”

The others remained just as they were when she fell into the room – Brent bending over Amy, his limp cock still inside her, and Lucie sitting on top of Tom, still half-impaled on his shrinking prick. Carol couldn’t understand how they could all be so calm. They showed not a trace of embarrassment.

Now they moved. Brent got up and strolled over to Carol, his flaccid wet dick flopping lewdly. He extended a hand to help her up and said, “Hell, there’s no such thing as a crowd when it comes to swinging. The more the merrier… right, gang?”

“Right!” the others chorused.

Dizzily Carol took his hand and got to her feet. He began to lead her over to the big fur rug, but she dug in her heels and held back. These people were actually serious. They really thought she’d willingly join in their orgy! Well, they had another think coming. No way in the world would she do something like that.

“Brent, let go,” she said nervously. “I wasn’t kidding. This, uh, just isn’t my style.”

“Oh, come on, Carol, loosen up,” Lucie said, getting off Tom and coming forward. “It’s the most divine fun. You’ll love it!”

“No, I won’t!” Carol squeaked.

Once again she tried to pull her hand from Brent’s grasp, but he held on tightly. Lucie joined him, taking Carol’s other arm, and they muscled her over to the rug and made her sit down. Everyone looked at her expectantly, while Carol blushed hotly. How in hell was she going to get out of this nightmare?”

“You’ll really dig it, Carol… honest,” Tom said. “Give it a chance.”

“Tom’s right,” Amy chimed in. “There’s nothing wrong with it, just a lot of friends having fun together. Relax, Carol, and enjoy.

Carol swallowed hard and said, “Look, I don’t think you understand. This just isn’t my kind of thing, and it certainly isn’t John’s. He’d die if he knew about it. I won’t tell him, of course, but I’d better get back to him now before he wonders what’s happening.”

She’d hoped the threat of exposure would convince them to leave her alone, but they just grinned at each other as if sharing a big joke.

“Carol, darling,” Lucie said, “we understand how you feel, and that’s exactly why you should join us. You need the adventure. It must be dull as hell just being with John. And you know damned well he won’t come out of that room tonight. Come on, just take off your clothes and… “

“NO!” Carol gasped.

With the strength of panic, she wrenched her arms free and leaped to her feet. She whirled toward the archway, but that was as far as she got. The others grabbed her and tugged her down onto the rug again. She found herself on her back, securely held down, her four naked friends kneeling over her. Now she was really scared.