Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

Carol had almost forgotten the original purpose of her spying. All she could think of now was how exciting it was to watch another couple balling and how desperately she needed to get laid. Dizzily she told herself that, by God, she was going to get balled tonight even if she had to prop up John’s cock with splints. She couldn’t stand another day of this terrible frustration.

“Oh, baby, baby,” Brent was groaning. “Gonna shoot!”

“Yes,” Amy moaned, “I’m coming, too. Ohhhhh, yes!”

They bucked and moaned together for a few moments, then went limp and panting in each other’s arms. After they’d rested a bit, they dressed and left the room, giving each other knowing and satisfied smiles. Carol emerged from her hiding place, shaken, confused, and more urgently horny than she’d ever been in her life.

A barrage of questions went through her head. Should she tell Lucie and Tom what she’d seen? What was she going to do about her own lack of sex? And most tantalizing of all, could she follow Amy’s example and get it on with another man? It was a terrible thought, but tempting. So damned tempting.

Carol wasn’t surprised later that day when both Brent and Amy retired to their rooms for a nap. All that hectic fucking must have exhausted them, she noted dryly. Carol made a tray of sandwiches and took them to John, who was still in their bedroom grading papers.

“Darling, take a break and have some lunch,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

John looked absently at her over the top of his glasses. “Oh, uh, no thanks, honey,” he said. “I’ll just eat here as I work. I’ve got to get these papers finished.”

“John,” Carol said with annoyance, “you’ve got all weekend, maybe even longer if we’re not rescued right away. Couldn’t you knock off for awhile and spend some time with me?”

“Sure, honey, this evening,” John said, turning back to his work.

Carol resisted the urge to dump the tray of food on his head. She stalked out of the room and went back to the living room, where she’d left Lucie Davis and Tom Archer talking. She could spend the afternoon chatting with them, perhaps get her mind off her anger towards John. But when she reached the living room, Tom and Lucie were nowhere to be seen.

They could hardly have gone for a walk, not with twenty-foot snowdrifts piled against the doors. Carol began a quiet room-to-room search and eventually ended up in the basement. As she approached the rec room, she heard voices from the half-open door. She reddened. Oh, no, she thought, not again.

“The only possible problem would be Carol,” Lucie was saying. “John’s got his nose in a book, as usual, and Brent and Amy are sleeping.”

“I saw Carol go into her room,” Tom replied. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about. But, Christ, I hate this sneaking around.”

“It is getting to be a drag,” Lucie agreed. “Look, Tom, what if we just told Brent and Amy we’ve been having an affair? You know, sort of give them license to do the same. It isn’t really fair to them, the way things are now.”

“You may be right,” Tom said. “I think they’d understand. They might even want to join us.”

“What a great idea,” Lucie laughed, “swingers. But we can talk about that later, darling. Come here. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you ever since we got here.”

Well, at least that solved Carol’s dilemma about whether to tell Lucie and Tom about Brent and Amy. It looked as if they’d end up telling each other, and she didn’t want to be involved when the fur started flying. She didn’t know whether to be shocked or amused. Neither adulterous couple seemed to have suspected the other.

She peeked around the door to confirm her hearing. Sure enough, Lucie and Tom were locked in each other’s arms, kissing passionately. Carol felt a spark of envy. It seemed that everybody in this place was getting laid except her. Oh, and John, of course, but he didn’t seem to care if he had a sex life or not. Carol wished she could get off on a stack of exam papers.

As she watched Lucie and Tom kissing, she realized that the proper thing to do was just sneak away and leave them alone. She also felt a powerful temptation to spy on them. It had been so exciting watching Brent and Amy, and she’d observed quite a few new ways to make love. Why not watch again? She had nothing else to do the whole afternoon.

You should be ashamed, she told herself. What are you, some kind of voyeur?

But her curiosity won out. Quickly she slipped into the room and behind the drapes. Not a moment too soon, for Lucie and Tom broke their kiss and wandered over to the big leather couch. Tom sat down on the edge and began untying his shoes. Lucie stood before him and undid the long zipper at the back of her dress. Carol’s heart hammered.

She didn’t know why, but she really got off on this spying. It was wicked, it was dangerous, but it was so thrilling. Not to mention informative. She’d learned a lot about oral sex already, and now maybe she’d learn more. She watched eagerly as Lucie’s dress slipped off her shoulders and floated to the floor.

Lucie stepped out of it, wearing a skimpy matching set of black lace panties and bra. She was a tall woman and very slender, with very gentle curves to her body. Her coal-black hair was piled on top of her head. She looked as elegant as a fashion model. Tom glanced up at her and smiled appreciatively.

“Let me help you with that bra,” he grinned.

Lucie smiled seductively as Tom rose and came over to her. He reached around her and deftly unhooked her bra. He drew it off and dropped it on the floor. Carol gawked. Lucie had very small but beautifully shaped tits, the size and shape of little apples. They were capped with small rosy-red nipples. Tom cupped her boobs, his big hands enfolding them completely.

Lucie stood there, calm and smiling, as her friend’s husband pawed her pretty little jugs. Again Carol was amazed and a little shocked that people could be so cool about adultery. She’d never dreamed of cheating on John – not until now. The Davises and the Archers make it look like a routine thing.

Tom slid his hands down Lucie’s sleek slender body and grasped the waist band of her tiny black bikini panties. He inched the little garment down, grinning all the while. Carol blushed but went on watching avidly from her hiding place behind the drapes. Soon she could see Lucie’s tiny round ass, then the small black puff of her bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them, completely naked.

“Your turn,” Lucie said huskily to Tom.

She had his skiing sweater and t-shirt off in no time. Carol looked wistfully at his broad chest, which was thatched with blond hairs, and his muscular arms. Tom really had a nice body. Her interest picked up even more when Lucie went to her knees before him and unbuckled his belt.

“I’m a big boy now,” Tom chuckled. “I could do this myself.”

“Oh, but darling,” Lucie cooed, “you know I love to undress you.”

The broad grin on Tom’s face suggested that he really didn’t mind, either. He watched as Lucie opened his pants and slid them down. She also made short work of his jockey shorts. He stepped out of the puddled clothing, but Lucie remained where she was, on her knees in front of him, eyeing his cock and balls.

Carol was looking at the same thing, of course. Until today she’d never seen any cock but John’s. Tom was nicely hung, his thick seven-incher standing up stiffly, capped with a bulb-like purple head. His swollen rosy balls were lightly thatched with golden-blond hairs, the same color as his bush and head. Lucie murmured something and brought her face closer to his rigid prick.