Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Get him hard, Carol,” Lucie grinned. “You’ll be doing us a favor.”

Carol quickly opened her mouth, and Brent slid his silky limp dick onto her tongue. She started sucking on it greedily, while Tom fucked her from behind. She felt excited about blowing Brent, not to mention taking on two men at once. Also she wanted to help out Lucie and Amy – they needed a stiff cock, too.

Amy and Lucie got in on the action next. Lucie knelt behind Brent and cupped his balls, giving them a brisk massage. Amy did the same for Tom, taking his rosy nuts in her hot little hands and rhythmically squeezing them. Everyone was united in a happy and excited chain.

That was when John walked into the room.

No one had time to move. They heard him coming down the hall, loudly muttering, “What in hell is all this racket? It’s been going on for hours. I can’t concentrate on my…”

Then he was in the room, and he stopped short and gawked. He blinked and gawked again. Slowly he turned pale, and his mouth fell open. Everyone else was paralyzed by surprise, and for a long moment no one spoke.

Then John found his voice. “My God!” he said hoarsely. “I can’t believe this. It’s SICK! Carol, you get your ass into our room… on the double. You’ve got a helluva lot of explaining to do.”

Carol untangled herself from her naked friends and stood up to face John. This is it, she thought, the end of my marriage. John was white-faced with anger, and she knew he’d never forgive her for what he’d seen.

Then it occurred to her that she had nothing to lose now by telling him the truth. She couldn’t possible make things worst. So why not say to him what had been on her mind for so long? She straightened her shoulders and looked him right in the eye.

“John,” she began coolly, “it’s your fault that I’m here.”

“What?” he gasped.

“If you’d taken care of me in bed, if you’d been a proper husband, I wouldn’t have done this,” Carol informed him.

John was struck speechless, but Lucie grinned and said, “Right on, Carol. You tell him, and we’ll back you up.”

“Right!” the others chorused.

Made bolder by her friends’ support, Carol went on, “I never wanted to cheat on you, John. I love you. But I can’t live a life without sex. And furthermore, even when we do make love, it’s always the same old way. We really don’t have a sex life, John, so I found it somewhere else.”

When John finally found his tongue, he didn’t shout. He said very mildly, “Please, come and talk to me alone for a while, Carol. Then if you want to, you can get back to your, uh, party.”

“Very well, John,” Carol said.

He returned to the bedroom. Carol put on her robe and was about to join him, when Brent touched her shoulder and said, “Good luck, honey. We’re all behind you. We hope you can get some sense into John’s head, and that we call all remain friends… if you know what I mean.”

“I know,” Carol smiled, “and I’ll do my best.”

She found John sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, looking utterly dejected. He glanced up at her as she sat beside him. She felt sorry for him. He was obviously crushed by what he’d seen in the living room. But she was concerned for herself, too. She had the right to a full and happy sex life, and she was determined to get it.

“Carol, were you telling me the truth out there?” he sighed. “Is it really that bad?”

“It’s really that bad, John,” she said. “I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was horny all the time, and nothing was happening between you and me. I tried to tell you that, but you wouldn’t listen.”

He reddened and said, sheepishly, “Oh, I heard you, all right. But I was scared to make love to you. I knew it was no good. The same old thing, like you said. But I didn’t know what to do about it. I wanted you, but I was afraid of losing you.”

“Well, John, do you want to do something about it?” Carol asked.

“Oh, Christ, yes!” he said. “But what? I know I’m a lousy lover. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I’ll teach you,” Carol said, “if you’re really interested in keeping our marriage going.”

For the first time in months John showed real excitement. He hugged her fiercely and said, “Our marriage is more important to me than anything, Carol. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No more late nights at the office?” she said.

“Promise,” he said.

“No more grading papers when we could be getting it on?” Carol persisted.

“Promise,” John sighed. “I just did those things to avoid making love. To avoid fouling up again.”

“Well, you won’t foul up any more, darling,” Carol purred. “Not when I get through with you. Now take off your clothes.”

John turned beet red and started to protest, then thought better of it. He rose and awkwardly began to remove his clothes. Carol watched him with undisguised lust. She’d always been hotly turned on by his lean muscular body, and tonight was no exception. She was pleased to note that his fine eight-inch prick was stiffly erect. It weaved heavily as he approached the bed.

Carol flung off her robe and climbed onto the bed, lying down on her back. She parted her legs just a little to give John a teasing glimpse of her pretty pink slit. He ogled it, ogled her golden-blonde muff and big full tits. His swollen cock nuzzled his belly and began to leak bright little tears of juice. He joined her on the bed but made no move to touch her.

“Now what do I do?” he said nervously.

“All the things we never did before,” Carol said. “All the things we were too uptight to try. It’s not just a matter of jumping on me and humping, John. I want to be warmed up. I want excitement, novelty. And I’m sure you do, too.”

He said shyly, “Yeah, I do. Secretly I wanted to try a lot of things, but I was afraid to ask. But where do we start?”

Carol grinned and got to her knees beside him. He was lying on his back, and his long thick cock pointed right at the ceiling. She reached out and curled her fingers around the hard throbbing stalk of his dick. John reddened but said nothing. Tonight SHE was the professor.

“Just relax, darling,” Carol said soothingly. “This is something I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time. I know you’ll like it.”

He still looked shy and nervous as she began to pump his prick, but she could tell he enjoyed it, too. She enjoyed it herself. The flesh of his prick was silky and hot, delicious to touch, and as she ran her little fist up and down the satiny stiff pole, more gleaming droplets of cream oozed from the little slit-mouth of his cock.

She longed to lick and taste that hot cream, but she forced herself to go slowly and take her time. There was a lot she had to teach her husband tonight, and one thing was not to rush. He had to learn to spin out their love-making, add delightful new tricks, play the scene of all it was worth. John didn’t know how, so Carol had to set the example.

“Ummmmmm,” she sighed, “your cock is so nice to touch.”

John blushed furiously but managed to reply, “It’s exciting the hell out of me to have you touch it. I was always afraid you wouldn’t want to.”

“Wrong,” Carol grinned. “And I want to do more than just touch your cock, John. Here’s something else I’ve been wanting to do.”

She bent even lower, stuck out her small gleaming pink tongue, and began to lick his dick. John gasped and started to say something, then went still, remembering the deal they’d made. He was ill at ease but cooperative. Carol lapped up and down the pale rigid stalk of his cock, making it shine with her hot saliva. Gradually John relaxed, and she heard him give a soft sigh of pleasure.