Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Oh, please, no,” she whimpered. “I really don’t want to do this. I’ll never say a word about you, but please… let me go!”

Brent looked down at her, his eyes glowing with longing as he watched her big tits heaving under her robe. “Carol, we’re doing you a favor,” he said. “If you were liberated from all your hangups, you might be able to help John, too. You know your marriage is in trouble, and we’re convinced swinging could help you. At least give it a try.”

“Absolutely not!” Carol said, her face red with embarrassment.

Brent looked at the others, and they all nodded. Then to Carol’s shock and panic, Amy untied the belt of her robe and laid the garment open. Everyone could see her large round tits and little pink nipples, and the glossy golden triangle of her bush. All four people gawked at her naked body, and Carol could have died of humiliation.

“Let’s get that robe off,” Brent said.

They lifted her and wrestled her out of the robe, leaving her totally naked. Carol wept in protest, but not too loudly. She didn’t want to alarm John. Things were bad, but they’d be even worse if he walked in just now. He’d think she was voluntarily taking part in the orgy, and he’d have a fit. She preferred to deal with the crisis alone.

“You’re making a mistake,” she sobbed. “I really don’t want to do this.”

“Of course, you don’t, not now,” Tom said soothingly, “but you’ll soon change your mind.”

As they lowered her onto her back again, Lucie and Amy studied her magnificent, tall, big-breasted figure. They were obviously envious. Lucie said, “Christ, what I wouldn’t give for knockers like that.”

“You and me both,” Amy sighed.

Carol would gladly have traded just then. The men might not have stared so lustily at sweet little apple-sized tits like Amy’s and Lucie’s. As it was, Tom was caressing one of her big globe-shaped boobs, and Brent was fondling the other. Carol writhed with shame and embarrassment. It was like a bad dream, only she couldn’t wake up.

“This lady needs to get turned on,” Brent said huskily, “and I think I know just how to do that.”

“Go ahead, darling,” Lucie said. “We’ll hold her down.”

Carol still whimpered in protest, but they didn’t pay any attention. While Amy, Tom and Lucie held her arms and legs, pinning her securely to the big fur rug, Brent went on fondling her big but sensitive tits, trying to calm her. It felt vaguely pleasant, but Carol was in no mood to relax and go with it. She was much too nervous and upset, as Brent soon recognized.

“Get her legs open,” he told the others.

“Oh, God, NO!” Carol cried.

But they obeyed Brent immediately, forcing her long lovely legs wide open, revealing the lush rosy-red flesh of her gash and its dainty fringe of golden curls. Carol blushed scarlet. She’d never felt so mortified in her life. She had an audience of four people gawking at her naked pussy.

“I know what’ll relax her,” Brent said confidently as he crawled between her legs.

Carol moaned in shock, thinking he was going to fuck her right there in front of the others. But instead he flopped flat on his belly and brought his face right up to her crotch. She felt his moist breath fanning her tender slit. Then she knew – he was going to eat her pussy. Her blush deepened till she thought she couldn’t blush any harder.

“Oh, no, please… don’t do that!” she cried.

Lucie snorted with laughter. “Darling, you’ve got to be kidding,” she said. “Brent’s the best pussy-eater in the world.”

“No, he isn’t,” Amy giggled. “Tom is.”

“Maybe,” Lucie laughed, “but let’s let Carol be the judge of that. Go ahead, Brent, darling.”

Carol stiffened as Brent nosed into her pussy. Looking down, she saw his greying head meet the gold of her muff, and then she felt his scalding-hot wet tongue lashing hungrily all over her gash. It lapped roughly from her clit right down to her small clenched asshole, then back again. As she’d feared, the pleasure was incredible.

“Noooooo!” she whined.

But again, everyone ignored her protests. They were all eagerly watching Brent’s performance, watching his big red tongue gliding up and down over Carol’s gleaming red slit. Carol felt mortified that his pussy-eating was rapidly getting her aroused. She didn’t want to get horny, not now. She didn’t want to lose her self-control and take part in this disgusting orgy. She felt she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt and shame afterwards.

So she kept her body stiff and tried to blot out the violent pleasure she felt as Brent licked her whole pussy again and again. She couldn’t help wishing she were alone with him. She’d have gone crazy with bliss, and she wouldn’t have had to hold herself back. But it would be too shameful to let go in front of an audience.

The others kept grinning at her, damn them. They’d watch Brent, then shift their eyes to hers, giving her a knowing smile. It was as if they knew about the sizzling pleasure rippling through her hungry little slit. And maybe they did. Certainly Lucie and Amy were well aware of how great it must feel. Finally Carol had to close her eyes to avoid their glances.

That just made it worse. In her private darkness she was aware only of Brent’s big thick tongue expertly teasing and arousing every inch of her swollen needy gash. When he’d thoroughly tongue-lashed her pussy, he parted the blonde-furred lips of her bush and uncovered the hot red lump of her clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the supersensitive button and began to lick it, hard and fast.

“OH!” Carol gasped.

The pleasure was so sudden and violent that she couldn’t suppress that one small cry. Then she clamped her jaws shut, vowing not to let the others know how frantically aroused she was getting. But, God, it was hard. Brent really knew how to eat pussy, and he was doing everything he could to break her self-control. His hot wet tongue lashed furiously over her throbbing joy button.

If only I could come, Carol thought miserably. If only I could let myself go with him.

As Brent’s tongue lashed her clit into a quivering horny frenzy, she felt more lusty than she’d ever been in her life. She wanted more than anything to throw her legs around his neck, dig her greedy little clit right against his mouth, and come like a bomb. She would have done it, too, if she hadn’t had an audience. But her pride prevented her from coming in front of them.

Brent’s tongue flicked faster and faster on her starved throbbing clit, and though Carol managed to lie still and not utter a sound, she couldn’t control the instinctive reactions of her hungry pussy. She felt her slit swelling up with need, growing steamy and hot. Worst of all, she felt her cunt starting to leak scalding juice – Brent couldn’t fail to notice that.

He didn’t. As her steamy thick cunt-cream trickled out and touched his bobbing chin, he dived for it at once, lapping up every bit of the fragrant juice and swallowing it. That excited the hell out of Carol, and she struggled not to react. Then he was back at her clit again, this time jamming his mouth onto the flaming-hot bud, sucking it furiously.

“Ohhhhhh!” Carol moaned.

She just couldn’t help herself that time. Having her clit sucked hard and fast was just too wonderful to resist. Violent pleasure shook her body, and her steamy cunt-juice gushed out in floods, soaking Brent’s rapidly bobbing chin. She realized she was in real danger of coming if she didn’t control herself. But, dammit, she was only human.

The others were catching on. They saw the way her lovely body flushed with arousal, saw her fluttering eyelashes and flashing teeth. They witnessed the uncontrollable writhing of her hips, and they could hear the lewd wet slurping noises Brent was making as he sucked up her hot tasty cunt-cream.