Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Always,” Amy purred. “You’re the best fooler-around I know, darling.”

Brent chuckled and drew her legs open, exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her gash with its delicate fringe of copper curls. It was the first time Carol had ever seen another woman’s pussy, and she couldn’t help gawking. Amy was lovely down there, she decided, and she couldn’t blame Brent for staring hungrily at her rosy-pink slit.

Then he eased himself onto his belly, between Amy’s legs, and kissed the small shadowed mouth of her cunt. Carol turned red. She’d heard of oral sex, of course, but had never experienced it. It seemed such a wicked, kinky thing to do. How would it feel to have a man kissing her pussy? She thought about it and experienced a hot rush of lust.

Brent was kissing all over Amy’s pretty little gash and Amy was responding with squeals of excitement. Carol couldn’t blame her, not one bit. Even though it was a weird thing to do, it must feel fantastically good. As she watched, Carol felt her own pussy getting hot and wet and swollen with need. She wished she and John could try pussy-eating and all that other good stuff, but probably he’d be totally turned off by the idea.

“Ummmmm, that’s lovely, darling,” Amy sighed. “Lick me now, please.”

Carol blushed ever redder. Amy certainly had some nerve, brazenly asking Brent to lick her pussy. But he obeyed at once, eagerly. Carol saw his gleaming red tongue flash out, and then he was lapping and licking all over Amy’s lovely little slit. She gasped, then shivered violently with pleasure.

“Oooooo, yessss!” Amy cried. “Yes, eat my pussy, lover! Oooooo!”

Carol didn’t think it was possible to blush any harder. She was shocked at Amy’s wanton behavior and language, yet at the same time she was getting turned on like crazy. She could easily imagine how marvelous it would feel to have a man’s wet hot tongue caressing her pussy. Her hungry box gushed another load of hot juice that soaked the crotch of her panties.

Amy had her legs very far apart now, giving Brent all the room he needed to tongue and tease her willingly offered gash. Carol could see the little recessed mouth of her cunt – at least when Brent’s tongue wasn’t busy there. It was starting to leak a steady stream of thick glistening cream. Amy was pink-faced with lust, her eyes rolling, and she was clawing the couch in her excitement.

“Oh, shit, it’s good!” Amy wailed. “Do my clit, now, darling. Lick it, suck it!”

Carol felt acutely embarrassed, yet wickedly excited. Her hands, clutching the drapes, got hot and sweaty as she watched, and her cunt continued to leak its thick steamy juice. She saw Brent press the tip of his tongue against her bright red button of Amy’s clit. He stabbed at the little lump, teased and tickled it, and Amy gave shrill little cries of bliss.

“Eeeeee!” she squealed, “Eeeeeee!”

It was a good thing the rec room was sound-proof, Carol thought. This would hardly be a convenient time for Tom or Lucie to overhear and come barging in. Brent briskly tongued Amy’s pea-sized joy button for a minute or so, until the petite redhead was whimpering with arousal. Then he jammed his mouth onto her clit and began sucking it loudly.

“Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh, God!” Amy wailed.

She jerked her pussy sharply upward, jamming her eager clit against his sucking lips. She quivered violently with pleasure and clawed blindly at the couch. Carol shivered right along with her, imagining how fantastically good it would feel to have her clit sucked. If only she could get John to do things like that!”

But John’s love-making techniques hadn’t changed in the five years of their marriage. Very occasionally, if she was lucky, he’d spend a few seconds fondling her tits or stroking her clit. Usually he just jumped on her and fucked. She was lucky if it lasted two minutes. She was lucky if it happened at all, matter of fact. She seethed with resentment of John, envy of Amy.

Brent’s greying head bobbed up and down briskly as he sucked on Amy’s clit. Carol could hear the obscene slurping noise twenty feet away in her hiding place. Amy had her eyes closed now, squeezed shut in ecstasy, and she was panting and holding her body rigid. Then abruptly she groaned and went into convulsive movements, her little body rocking and writhing.

“I’m coming!” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes, YES!”

Carol watched her old friend coming, and she felt the desperate ache in her own starved pussy. It occurred to her that she didn’t have to endure it. She had the same option as Amy. She could find someone else’s husband, bored and eager for novelty. She was plenty attractive enough. She could get well-laid whenever she wanted – if only she was willing to cheat on John.

Carol pushed the thought aside. It was too heavy to consider just now. She watched Amy’s convulsions slowly die away, till the little redhead was panting and limp. Brent lifted his face from her pussy and grinned at her. His cheeks and mouth were smeared with her cream, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Do I get a gold medal for that one?” he asked.

“You sure do,” Amy sighed. “Want to try for another one?”

Brent laughed and drew her legs up over his powerful shoulders. In that position her wet pink pussy was completely open to him. Carol watched breathlessly, wondering what exciting thing he’d do to her next. She saw his thick red tongue snaking out to tickle the small shadowed mouth of Amy’s cunt. Then he started stuffing his tongue right up her box.

“Ooooooo!” Amy squealed. “Oh, Jesus, Brent, YES! Put your tongue in my cunt. Yes!”

Carol imagined saying something like that to John. He’d probably die of shock. She watched with burning envy as Brent worked his whole thick long tongue up Amy’s cunt. She could well imagine how thrilling that would feel. Amy showed it, her eyes rolling crazily, her face twisted in a lusty grimace.

“Fuck me with it… fuck me with it!” she chanted.

Brent’s head began to bob. He was doing just as Amy requested, working his tongue in her like a cock. He jerked the thick meat stiffly, roughly in her creaming twat, and Amy responded with yelps and squeals of delight. Carol felt dizzily aroused. But now the crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt-cream, and she wanted to come so badly, she could have screamed.

But there was no way to get out of the room without being seen. She had to stay there and watch, quivering with envy and longing, as Brent tongue-fucked the squealing Amy. As Carol expected, it didn’t take him long to make her come. Her petite body began to convulse once more, and somehow Brent managed to keep his tongue inside her, jerking and probing as she came.

“My, God, my God!” Amy whined.

She’d hardly finished coming before Brent scooted up farther between her legs and wedged the huge swollen head of his cock into her creamy little cunt-mouth. “You ready to take some cock?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” Amy panted, “oh, Jesus, yes! Put that gorgeous big hard-on in me, darling. I want it!”

Carol felt a sympathetic quiver through her whole body as she watched Brent push his thick swollen prick into Amy’s small juicy twat. She knew how marvelous that first thrust felt. She knew all too well how great it felt to have her cunt stuffed again and again with steel-hard cock-meat. She gripped the drapes tightly, moaning with longing, as she saw Brent starting to fuck Amy.

“Oh, yes, give it to me… give it to me,” Amy babbled. “Ohhhhh, it’s so good!”

Brent was beyond words by now. His eyes were hot with lust, his teeth flashing, as he fucked her hard and fast. He wasn’t at all gentle, but Amy didn’t seem to mind. She threw her legs around his heaving back, opening herself to him completely, and she took the repeated rough thrusts of his dick with hoarse wails of delight.