Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

Carol’s heart was pounding. She was a virgin, but she wasn’t afraid of her first fuck. In fact she could hardly wait to find out what it was like. Though she’d never been naked with a man before, she wasn’t shy about taking off her clothes. She was stripped and lying on the bed before John even had his pants off. He paused and ogled her body.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said. “More beautiful than I’d dreamed.”

“Well, you’re welcome to a closer look,” Carol grinned, “if you’ll just hurry and get undressed.”

“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying,” John chuckled.

Carol watched him, unable to take her eyes away. Perhaps she was being too bold, but she’d wondered for months how her handsome fiance looked without his clothes. He was tall and lean but tautly muscled, and his chest was thatched with black hair. Carol found that pretty sexy. It was even more of a turn-on when he stepped out of his pants and lowered his jockey shorts.

Carol’s blue eyes widened hugely. She’d never seen a cock before, and John’s looked enormous. It stood straight up, a stiff column of pale flesh rising from a neat black bush. His prick was nearly eight inches long, she guessed, extremely thick, and so rigid that it barely quivered as he walked over to the bed. His rosy-red balls were taut and swollen, too.

“Pardon me for staring,” Carol said, “but I never saw one of those contraptions before.” Her eyes were still glued to his stiff-standing cock as he slid onto the bed beside her.

John chuckled and said, “Well, stare all you want, as long as I get to stare at you, too.”

And that was what they did for a full minute, just stare at each other. John was clearly delighted with her tall full-breasted body, and Carol was dazzled by the size of his cock and balls. She studied the milky-white skin of the shaft and its tracery of tiny blue veins. She gawked at the huge swollen head of his dick, bulbous and purple and leaking small bright droplets of juice.

She realized that soon she’d be taking that huge red thing inside her virgin cunt, and she didn’t know quite what to think. John’s prick looked way too big for her tiny box, yet the sight of it aroused her hotly. She was dying to know what fucking was like. She’d been a good girl, waited twenty years, but enough was enough. She could hardly wait to get rid of her virginity.

“May I touch it?” she said timidly, still gazing wide-eyed at his cock.

“Sure,” John grinned. “It goes with the license.”

Carol laughed shyly and reached out with trembling fingers to touch a cock for the very first time. She laid her hand on the hugely thick stalk. It was hot and throbbing with life. Gently she moved her fingers up and down the rock-hard column of his prick and found the skin silky and pleasant to touch. The outer skin was loose and slippery, the core solid and hard. She touched the swollen purple head of his prick, and John shivered.

“Oh, sorry, did that hurt?” Carol said.

“No,” he laughed, “it feels terrific. You can go on playing with that brute if you want. There’s something else I want to play with.”

He reached out and cupped her big full tits. They nearly overflowed his palms, though he had large hands. Gently he molded and squeezed the hot satiny flesh, and Carol felt sharp pleasure radiating through her body. No man had touched her tits before, and she was surprised and pleased to learn how responsive they were.

“Ummmmmmmm,” she murmured, “that feels nice.”

John smiled and got a firmer grip on her big round boobs. He ran his thumbs back and forth over her soft little pink nipples, and to Carol’s wonder, they quickly went stiff and pointed from his touch. Then he bent down and began kissing her boobs, his mouth hard and hungry. She felt a sudden flaming sensation in her pussy.

“Oh, John,” she sighed, “that feels so exciting.”

While John kissed all over her ripe sensitive tits, Carol clumsily stroked his rigid cock, unable to take her hands off it. She cupped the fat hard head of his dick, and hot droplets of juice bubbled into her palm. She had a wild urge to bring her hand up and taste the stuff, but of course good girls didn’t do things like that – or so she’d believed at the time. She curled her fingers around his stiff throbbing shaft and went on pumping.

John caught one of her stiff-standing pink nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Carol gasped. It felt marvelous. His mouth was steamy-hot and juicy around the tender bud, and when he began sucking it, sharp sensations of pleasure streaked right down her body, arousing her already wet and swollen gash. She’d heard the word “horny” before, but only now was she really understanding what it meant.

She felt John’s huge cock pulsing in her fist, and she knew she wanted it inside her. It was enormous, hard as steel, frightening, and yet she could hardly wait to feel it stuffing and filling her virgin twat. She quivered with lusty longing as John sucked first one nipple, then the other, leaving them stiff and shinning with his spit. Then he abandoned her tits and slid his hand between her legs.

Carol hadn’t remained a virgin for twenty years without developing some automatic defenses. She gasped and pulled away from him. “What are you doing?” she squealed.

John laughed and said, “Hey, you forgot, we’re not engaged any more. We’re married. You don’t have to fight me off any more.”

Carol blushed and said, “My, God, you’re right. Stupid me. It just doesn’t seem real, that’s all.”

“I’ll make it real,” John leered.

Once again he slipped his hand between her warm silky thighs, and this time Carol didn’t draw away. She was blushing, a little embarrassed, but also very curious to find out what he was up to. His fingers tickled and caressed the hot swollen flesh of her slit, and it felt very nice. Carol sighed and quivered lustily.

“Open your legs a little more honey,” John said, “and I can really make it feel good.”

Carol obeyed, blushing deeper, showing her naked pussy to him for the first time. John stared hungrily at the lush reddish-pink flesh with its delicate fringe of golden curls. He gently parted the furry lips of her bush and exposed the small fat lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the moist red button and rubbed. Carol felt instant and powerful pleasure.

“OHHHHHHHH!” she gasped. “John, what are you doing? It feels great!”

“Playing with your pussy,” he said hoarsely. “Just lie back and enjoy.”

Carol flopped back on the pillows and luxuriated in the delicious feeling of having her pussy stroked. John seemed to know all the best places to caress her. He rubbed and tickled the supersensitive button of her clit, massaged the plump lips of her pussy, rimmed the moist little mouth of her cunt. It all felt fantastically good. Carol was getting hornier by the second.

“Ummmmmmmmmmmm,” she sighed, “UMMMMMM. Whatever it is you’re doing, don’t stop. Not yet.”

“I won’t,” John said his voice husky with lust. “I want to get you good and wet.”

He didn’t have much trouble doing that. As Carol sighed and moaned, loving his delicate yet sexy touch, she felt her virgin cunt starting to leak a steady trickle of hot thick cream. Soon John’s fingers were soaked in it, making his caresses even more slick and delicious. He caught the throbbing lump of her clit between his fingers and kneaded it, giving her sharp pleasure.

“Oooooo!” Carol squealed.

John went on with his delicious finger-play in her steamy wet gash, and as he cuddled closer to her, Carol felt something hard and wet butting her thigh. She looked down and saw John’s cock, hugely swollen, rigid as a board, and leaking his globs of juice. It poked insistently, eagerly, against her. Poor John, he was being so patient with her, though his prick looked ready to burst.