Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

But, alas, all she could do was stand there and watch and envy. She felt a hot spurt of juice from her cunt as Tom pressed his lips to Lucie’s fat little clit and started to suck on it. He sucked hard and swiftly, making a wet slurping noise. Lucie gasped and arched her body upward, pressing her joy button eagerly to his mouth.

“Eeeeee!” she shrieked.

If they hadn’t been in the cement-walled basement, that shrill cry would have awakened everyone in the house. As it was, Lucie and Tom were taking a terrible risk, but it didn’t seem to worry them in the least. Tom went on sucking noisily on Lucie’s juicy little joy button, while Lucie shrieked her delight and clawed the couch in a frenzy of excitement.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, darling, now! Ohhhhhh!”

Carol could have wept with envy. She so desperately needed to come herself. The crotch of her panties was once more soaked with steamy hot cunt-cream as she watched Lucie writhe and wail in orgasm. Tom kept sucking noisily on her clit, making it even better for her. If only John could be like that in bed! He always seemed oblivious of Carol’s responses and feelings.

Finally Lucie sighed and went limp. Tom kept his face right in her soaked little snatch, gently licking his way down to the drooling mouth of her cunt. He rimmed the little hole with the tip of his tongue, lapping up her come-juice. He waited for her to stop panting, then eased his thick red tongue slowly up her cunt. Carol quivered with horny longing as she watched it disappear.

“Oooooooo!” Lucie wailed, “Oooooo!”

Carol felt burning-hot cunt-juice soaking right through her panties and trickling down her thighs. She felt dizzy with lust, how great it must be to have a man’s slick hot tongue deep inside. Lucie once more arched her slender body upward, taking Tom’s tongue as far as she could into her eager wet box.

“My God, yes!” Lucie whimpered. “Stick your tongue in meee!”

Tom’s blond head began to bob. He was working his thick tongue in her, jerking it in cock-like motions, fast and rough. Lucie groaned and began moving her pussy in time to his thrusts. Carol could hear the lewd squishing noise of his tongue as it reamed her juicy little twat. Lucie’s eyes rolled crazily, and then suddenly she wailed and came again.

“Ohhhhh!” she cried. “Yes, yes… yes!”

Tom’s head bobbed steadily between her thighs as she came. Only when she went limp and panting did he finally raise his face from her pussy and wipe her sticky cream from his mouth and cheeks. Lucie grinned lustily at him, her eyes hot and wanton. Tom grinned back. Then he deftly flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

“Oh, feeling a little doggie today, are you, darling?” Lucie giggled.

“Woof,” Tom replied.

Lucie’s tiny round ass was sticking up in the air. Tom knelt behind her and inserted the knobby purple head of his cock into her small juicy cunt-mouth. Carol just barely stifled a moan of envy and lust as she watched his thick pale prick lunge deep into Lucie’s box. She so urgently needed a good stiff cock, she felt she might die of frustration.

In fact, she couldn’t even watch any longer. It was too much. Tom’s hips began to jerk roughly as he balled Lucie, and she clawed the couch and screamed ecstatically. They both closed their eyes, concentrating on their pleasure, and Carol grabbed the chance to slip from the room. Her poor starved pussy was swollen, wet and aching with need.

She marched determinedly upstairs and into the room she was sharing with John. He looked up, startled, from his papers.

“John,” Carol said firmly, “I’m horny! I’m so horny I could die!”

John gawked at her, then slowly turned beet-red. “Carol, what’s come over you?” he said. “You never used filthy language before.”

“I just told you, dammit!” Carol cried. “I’m horny! I need to get laid. I’m a normal healthy woman, and I haven’t been fucked in two weeks.”

John shook his head wonderingly. “Well, I’ll try to get around to that tonight,” he said, “but right now I’m pretty busy. Why don’t you go take a cool shower? I hear that’s supposed to help.”

Carol was too stunned to reply. She slammed into the bathroom, quivering with anger and frustration. What was the matter with that jerk, anyhow? Didn’t he have any human feelings? She was beginning to think her husband was made of ice.

She drew herself a deep warm bath – no medieval tortures for her. As she slipped into the water, she decided to give herself another treat, too. She reached down and began to stroke the hot sensitive button of her clit. If John wouldn’t help her out, dammit, then she’d do it herself.

But playing with herself wasn’t a permanent solution to her problem. Sooner or later she’d have to confront John and give him the message – do his duty in bed or lose her. All she had to do was get up the nerve to say it. Or she could take Amy and Lucie’s way out, find other men.

“Sure,” Carol sighed, “fat chance!”

That evening John kept his word and spent some time with Carol. At least he sat beside her in the living room while he and Brent talked university politics. Carol could hardly wait till they got to bed. Surely this time John would have no excuse for not making love.

In some ways she regretted her outburst at him that afternoon. She knew John hadn’t been pleased with her. But at least she’d alert him to the problem. Now he’d have to do his part, if he wanted to preserve their marriage. Carol was sure he did, certain that he loved her as much as she loved him. So she really looked forward to bedtime.

Finally John stood up, stretched, and yawned. “Well,” he said, “if I’m ever going to get those papers finished, I’d better get back to work.”

Carol couldn’t believe her ears. John had promised they’d make love tonight – he’d promised! She followed him down the hall, quivering with anger, and when they were in the bedroom, she turned on him, eyes blazing. John drew back, astonished.

“John, have you completely forgotten about our talk this afternoon?” Carol demanded.

He looked blank. “Talk? About what, honey? Why are you so angry?”

“Oh, Christ!” Carol cried, throwing up her hands. “What’s the matter with you, John? Don’t you have any interest in sex any more? I told you today, I’m horny. You promised we’d make love tonight.”

John reddened. “Oh, yeah, of course, darling,” he said. “Whatever you want. Just give me a few hours with these papers, then we’ll go to bed.”

“Never mind!” Carol snapped. “If I have to beg for it, forget it. You can do whatever you want with your goddamned papers, and I’ll stay up and talk with the others!”

She slammed out of the room, and as she left, she thought John actually looked relieved. She was too mad and upset to face her friends just then, so she marched down to the rec room. There she leaned against the wall and wept. She loved John dearly, but her marriage was over. She couldn’t endure a marriage without sex.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” came Brent’s voice.

Carol whirled and saw him stepping into the room. He closed the door behind him and hurried up to her, taking her in his arms, patting her. Carol felt comforted, and she also felt a powerful burst of lust. It felt so nice to be hugged to Brent’s big burly body. She fleetingly imagined them naked in each other’s arms, then scolded herself. Her marriage might be over, but Brent was very much married to her good friend Lucie.

“What’s wrong, Carol, baby?” Brent said soothingly. “Better get it all out.”

“Oh, Brent, it’s so hard to talk about,” Carol sighed. “I don’t know if I can tell anyone. It’s just that John and I are, uh, having a few problems.”