Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

My God, Carol thought, what do I do now?

It seemed clear that Brent and Amy had snuck down to the rec room to get it on. Carol was profoundly shocked. The Whites, Davises and Archers were all old and good friends. It seemed terrible of Brent and Amy to betray that friendship with adultery. Carol felt like running in there and telling them off.

Yet was it really any of her business? Tom and Lucie might never find out about it, and then Carol’s interference would cause unnecessary hurt feelings. She really didn’t know what to do. She leaned around the door again. They were still at it, kissing hungrily, pawing each other. On impulse, Carol slipped into the room and hid behind the drapes.

From her hiding place she could peek out through a crack in the heavy drapes, but she couldn’t be seen. She just had to know if Brent and Amy were really going to go all the way. Then she could make up her mind what to do about it. Perhaps it was wrong of her to spy, but it was the only action she could think of at the present.

At last Brent and Amy paused for breath, smiling at each other with undisguised lust. They made an attractive pair, Carol had to admit. Big husky Brent with his greying hair, petite red-haired Amy with her delicate figure – too bad they were married to other people. Carol couldn’t get over her sense of shock as Brent and Amy walked to a wide leather couch and slumped down on it, reaching for each other again.

“Christ, you turn me on!” Brent said hoarsely.

“The feeling is mutual, darling,” Amy purred.

Amy was still wearing the black silk lounging robe she’d had on at breakfast, and as they started kissing again, Brent slipped a hand inside the top of her robe and cupped one of her small pert breasts. Carol could see his hand moving under the cloth, eagerly molding and squeezing. She felt a little spark of excitement. It had been so long since John had played with her tits.

“Of course you know I’ve never consider leaving Lucie,” Brent was saying.

“Of course not,” Amy agreed, “and I wouldn’t leave Tom. But when people have been married as long as we have, a little variety is nice.”

“It sure as hell is,” Brent said. “But maybe we ought to tell them. They might want to get in on the fun.”

Amy giggled. “You mean, make it a foursome?”

“Sure, why not?” Brent grinned. “The more the merrier. No reason why Tom and Lucie shouldn’t be enjoying this, too.”

“You may be right,” Amy grinned. “I’ll think about it. But meanwhile…” She trailed off, slipping her hand into Brent’s crotch, brazenly caressing the bulge of his cock.

“You’re right,” he said quickly. “We can do out talking later.”

He slipped her robe down off her shoulders, down to her waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Carol gawked. Amy had adorable small breasts, the size of ripe apples, with small pink nipples. She didn’t protest as Brent exposed her tits. She leaned back on the couch and allowed him to pet and fondle the lovely pale globes. Slowly her nipples went stiff and pointed under his touch.

“Ummmmmmm,” Amy purred, “that’s so nice.”

Again Carol felt a spark of excitement. In spite of her shock, she couldn’t help wondering how it would be to be in Amy’s place, to feel Brent’s big warm hands running eagerly over her naked boobs. She felt a sudden warmth in her pussy, a slight moistening. Dammit it all, she was overdue for some decent love-making, and she found herself envying Amy.

While Brent caressed her tits, Amy unbuttoned his shirt and drew it off. His powerful chest was thickly matted with brown and grey hairs. Amy grinned and ran her small hands over the greying fur-mat. She leaned forward and tickled her stiff pink nipples against his chest. Her pretty little boobs were swelling with arousal, riding high and firm and round.

“Christ, woman,” Brent sighed, “it’s been six months now, and I still get hot for you.”

“And I’m horny for you all the time,” Amy sighed. “It must be because it’s adultery.”

Carol’s face flamed. Amy was being very wicked, she thought, and yet what she said was true. There was a danger, titillation, in this illicit love-making. Though Carol had never cheated on John, she could imagine how exciting it would be. She scolded herself for even thinking such a thing, yet at the same time she felt wickedly excited.

Brent gently pushed Amy back against the couch, dipped his head down, and started sucking her right nipple. He got the whole thing in his mouth, and Carol could hear the lewd wet noise of his sucking clear across the room. She felt a sudden spurt of hot juice from her cunt. She would have given anything if John still played with her jugs like that.

“Ummmmmmmmm,” Amy sighed, “Ummmmmm!”

Carol seethed with envy. She could tell that Amy wasn’t faking her enjoyment in the least. Her girlish snub-nosed face was wreathed in a lusty smile, her eyes hot with longing. She slowly writhed with pleasure as Brent sucked loudly and hungrily on her tit. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging, caressing.

When Brent had sucked her right tit into swollen fullness, he dived for the left one, giving it the same treatment. Amy seemed to enjoy it all in a mindless, animal way, which Carol also envied. You’d never have guessed that this woman’s husband was sleeping on the next floor, or that this man’s wife might finish her bath and walk in at any moment. For Amy there seemed to be no tomorrow.

“Oh, that’s lovely, Brent,” she sighed. “But you’re making me so damned excited! Why don’t you take my robe off?”

“With pleasure,” Brent grinned.

Amy stood up and Brent quickly removed her robe and tossed it carelessly on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. Carol gawked at her friend’s lovely little figure. Amy was small, about five-feet-two, but everything was in the right place – tiny waist, slim curvy hips and ass, pert high-riding breasts. Her tiny bush was triangular and the same flame-red color as her hair. No wonder Brent was so hot for her.

He gawked hungrily at her for a moment, then gave a lusty grunt and pulled her back onto the couch. He flattened himself on her, slipping between her legs, and began to mock-fuck her, grinding his crotch against hers. Amy giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. She went along with the game, jerking her pussy to his rhythm.

Finally Brent laughed and said, “I think this’d work a lot better if I took my pants off.”

“You finally figured it out,” Amy teased.

“Well, you know about us jocks,” Brent grinned. “It takes us awhile.”

He stood up and quickly removed his clothes. Carol felt it wasn’t right of her to look, yet she couldn’t take her eyes away. She’d never seen any man naked except John. She’d never fucked anybody but John. She had a lot of horny curiosity stored up, and she couldn’t resist this chance to satisfy it. She watched wide-eyed as Brent stripped naked.

His cock, springing from a salt-and-pepper bush, was good and stiff but not as big as John’s. It was a handsome six-incher, quick thick, and plenty tempting enough. The swollen milky-white shaft ended in a knobby dark-red head. His rosy nut sacs were taut and swollen, too, and thatched with black and silver hairs.

As she eyed his rigid ready cock, Carol felt her starved cunt leaking a big gush of juice. It had been so long since she was decently fucked that just the sight of Brent’s stiff prick made her wildly horny. She felt burning jealousy of Amy. Then she scolded herself – she was supposed to be gathering evidence, not getting turned on.

Brent lay down on the couch again and said to Amy, “We’ve still got plenty of time. Want to fool around a little?”