Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Oooooo, yes!” Carol squealed. “Put your cock in me, John… fuck me. Fuck me HARD!”

He was too excited to do it any other way. He began balling her like a pile driver, deep hard furious thrusts that made Carol wail with delight and claw the bed. Her only worry now was that he’d come way too fast, like he always did, too fast for her to get off. But she needn’t have worried.

This was a brand-new liberated John. He fucked her steadily, deliciously, for fifteen minutes, bringing her off again and again. It was a dream fuck, the thorough and expert balling she’d fantasized about for so long. When it was over, she felt completely satisfied for the first time in their marriage. John bellowed, shot his load into her, and they sank down on the bed together, panting and happy.

“Oh, John, that was wonderful,” Carol sighed. “Just the way I always wanted it.”

“I wanted it that way, too,” he confessed, “but I was afraid of wearing you out.”

“Afraid?” Carol said. “I never want to hear that word from you again. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything you want when we make love.”

“Oh?” John said, a note of hesitation in his voice. “Well, there is something I want. I mean, something I’d like to try. Something you did, but I didn’t get in on it. I mean…”

Carol suddenly understood. “Why, John, you devil,” she giggled. “I never dreamed you’d go for that, but I think it’s a terrific idea. Let’s go.”

They leapt off the bed and hurried out of the room, not bothering to dress. Hand in hand they entered the living room. The others were still there, taking a breather and having a drink, and none of them were dressed, either. As John and Carol entered the room, they all looked up expectantly.

“Carol and I have, uh, solved our problem,” John said with a slight blush. “We were wondering if we could rejoin the party.”

The others broke into laughter, and Brent said, “For sure, old friend. The more the merrier. Right, ladies?”

Lucie and Amy had been frankly eyeing John’s cock. Even in it’s limp state, it was enormous. Now in answer to Brent’s question, the two women hurried over to John, took his arms, and led him to the big fur rug in front of the fireplace. John blushed but hardly protested as they eased him down on his back.

“John, darling, I certainly hope you like eating pussy,” Lucie cooed.

She hopped over him, straddling his chest, her little round ass just grazing his nipples. She brought her coal-black bush right up to his face. John’s eyes widened huge, and then he broke into a delighted grin. He parted the lips of her curly black bush and saw the tiny red bud of her clit. His tongue snaked out to tickle the moist sensitive lump.

“Oooooooooo!” Lucie squealed. “Yes, baby, lick my clit. Beautiful!”

John started eating Lucie’s pussy as if he’d been doing it all his life. Carol grinned, proud of him and glad for him. Meanwhile little red-haired Amy crept between his legs and nuzzled into his crotch, her small pink tongue flashing out. She lapped and tickled his big flaccid cock and wrinkled rosy nut sacs. John gave a loud happy sigh.

Carol could hardly believe what she saw. Her formerly uptight and puritanical husband was lying naked on a bearskin rug, gobbling one girl’s pussy while another girl gave him head – and he seemed completely delighted and at ease. Carol didn’t feel jealous, though. Their marriage needed a shot in the arm like this, and it would teach John a lot of wonderful new things to do to her when they were alone.

“Well,” Brent chuckled, “it looks like John’s well taken care of. The girls have been wanting some new blood. They’ll keep him busy for quite a while.”

As he spoke, he was looking hungrily at Carol’s gorgeous full-breasted body. She gave him a frank and lusty grin, and then they were in each other’s arms, pawing, kissing, sinking to the carpet. They wrestled around for a bit, and then when Brent was on his back, Carol dived for his cock. It was half erect when she sucked it deep into her mouth, then suddenly rigid and swollen as it touched the back of her throat.

“Yeah, baby, yeah!” Brent gasped. “Give me some head. Terrific.”

“Make room for me,” Tom said, setting aside his drink and hurrying over.

Carol bent low over Brent’s dick and thrust her pert round ass up in the air. Tom dropped to his knees behind her, and she felt his hot breath deliciously fanning her naked slit. Then his scalding tongue touched her sensitive pussy, lashing eagerly up and down, teasing her clit and cunt and asshole.

“Ummmmmmmmm,” Carol moaned.

She glanced over and caught John’s eye. She was still sucking furiously on Brent’s cock, he was still busily licking Lucie’s slit, but they managed to exchange a brief warm glance that was worth a thousand words. They knew they’d enjoy swinging, that they’d ball other people now and then, but that they loved each other and would have the best times together.

“Now this is want I call a fun evening,” Brent sighed.

“Yeah,” Tom said, “but I just wonder when that snow will melt so we can get out of here.”

“Let it snow,” John said blissfully.

Carol couldn’t have agreed more.