Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Come on, sit down and let me fix you a drink,” Brent said, leading her over to the couch.

Carol reddened, recalling the fantastic scenes she’d observed on that couch – Brent with Amy, Lucie with Tom. She sat, and Brent went to the portable bar in the corner and made stiff drinks for both of them. Then he sat next to her and looked at her with concern. Carol took a long pull on her drink.

“I think I know what’s bothering you,” Brent said. “If it concerns you and John, and if it’s too embarrassing to talk about, it has to be sex. Am I right?”

Carol blushed furiously. Yet she felt the need to discuss her problem with someone. Maybe there was a solution she didn’t see. Brent was an old friend, and she could trust him not to give away any secrets. She gathered her nerve and started to talk.

“You’re right, Brent,” she said shyly. “I think I’m normal, but John… well, he just doesn’t seem interested any more. He’d rather stay late at the office, grade papers, uh, and I don’t know what to do about it. I’ve tried everything, including confronting him with it. I’m about ready to give up and get a divorce.”

“But you still love him?” Brent said.

“Yes,” Carol sighed, “but I can’t go on like this, Brent. This isn’t a marriage.”

Brent sighed, too. “These things happen when you’ve been married awhile,” he said. “You tend to get a little bored with each other. I imagine John’s in a rut and doesn’t know how to get out of it. He’s embarrassed to take you to bed because he knows it’s no good. But that’s no reason for you to suffer or do without.”

“What do you mean, Brent?” Carol said eagerly.

He cupped her chin in his hands and looked her right in the eye. “John will come around sooner or later,” he said. “He has normal needs, too, and he’ll have to change some day. But meanwhile you can take care of your needs. There are plenty of guys around who’d be glad to help you out. Like me, for instance.”

Before Carol could react, he was kissing her. She felt a dizzying mixture of emotions. She knew it was wrong to be kissing her friend’s husband, even to do it while she was still John’s wife. But the firm hungry touch of Brent’s mouth brought her stored-up lust quickly to the boiling point, and she wanted nothing more than to sink into his embrace and let herself go completely.

Brent eased her back against the couch and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His tongue tickled over hers, probing, sensuous. Carol felt burning heat in her pussy. It was so thrilling to be wanted by a man again. As he ran his hands over her tall curvy body, she shivered with need. What to do? Brent was hers for the asking, but could she really bring herself to cheat?

Brent chuckled and kept her locked in a tight embrace. “You certainly have some old-fashioned notions, lady,” he said. “Everybody steps out nowadays, and what Lucie and John don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“But they’re right upstairs,” Carol protested. “They could come down here at any moment.”

“Uh-uh,” Brent said. “You know John will have his nose in his work till midnight. Lucie’s in a hot card game with the Archers, and I told her I was going to bed early. Matter of fact, I was, till I found you crying.”

He kissed her again, snaking his tongue eagerly into her mouth. Carol still didn’t know what to do. She wanted very much to get laid, and she was powerfully attracted to Brent, but she still felt uneasy about it. Brent kissed her lingeringly, easing her down on the couch till he was lying half on top of her.

“Brent, please,” Carol said, “you’re moving too fast for me. I still haven’t made up my mind.”

“No problem,” Brent grinned. “We’ll just move slower. We’ll fool around awhile and see what you decide.”

He started unbuttoning the top of her dress. Carol knew she should stop him, that she should refuse and get out of that room, but she seemed paralyzed with indecision. Her heart hammered as Brent opened the front of her dress and tugged it down to her waist. Her big globe-shaped tits looked about to burst from her tiny pink bikini bra.

“All these years I’ve been wondering if those fantastic knockers were for real,” Brent said. “Now I know. I’ve been dying to touch them, too.”

“Brent…” Carol began.

Too late. He was reaching around her and deftly unhooking her bra. He drew it off and gawked at her magnificent big breasts. They stood up firm and thrusting even though she lay on her back. The flesh was creamy-pale and flawless, the nipples dainty and pink. Carol blushed furiously. John was the only man who’d ever seen her naked tits.

“Fantastic,” Brent sighed. “Gorgeous. I get a hankering for big boobs now and then.”

Carol didn’t think that was very nice of him, considering that poor Lucie was practically flat-chested. But Lucie was the least of her concerns right now. She watched as Brent became glassy-eyed with lust and started breathing hard and heavily. He reached out and cupped her big heavy jugs, hungrily molding and squeezing the hot satiny flesh. Carol moaned softly. It felt marvelous to have her tits played with.

Brent greedily molded great fistfuls of soft warm tit-flesh. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her soft pink nipples and coaxed them into throbbing stiffness. Carol couldn’t move. It was too exquisite, too thrilling, to be wanted like this again. John hadn’t been so excited about her since the early weeks of their marriage. She lay still, indulging herself in it.

“Feel nice?” Brent asked.

“Ummmm-hmmmmm,” Carol said shyly, “but…”

“I know,” he laughed, “you still haven’t made up your mind. I’m not worried. I think I know how to persuade you.”

That was just what Carol was afraid of. This man was an expert lover, as she’d already observed, and in her state of pent-up need, he could easily seduce her. She still wasn’t sure she wanted that to happen. She wanted to be fucked, in the worst way, but how would she feel afterwards? Would she ever be able to face John and Lucie again?

While she struggled with these questions, Brent wasted no time. He bent low over her and began kissing her big naked tits, his lips tickling deliciously over the sensitive flesh and tingling pink nipples. Carol felt her famished pussy starting to swell and heat. Her cunt began to ooze hot sticky cream. She was so horny, she could have screamed.

“Beautiful,” Brent was murmuring. “Nicest boobs I ever saw. That idiot John doesn’t know what he's missing.”

“Tell me about it,” Carol sighed.

“He doesn’t do this to you?” Brent asked.

“He doesn’t do anything to me,” Carol said wearily. “If we ever make love, which is damned seldom, it’s over in five minutes.”

“That boy needs to learn some new tricks,” Brent said. “He’d be a fool to lose you. But that’s not our concern right now.”

He stuck out his wet red tongue and used it to tickle and lash her stiff sensitive nipples, darting back and forth between them. Carol felt stinging pleasure that streaked right down to her swelling moist slit. It was so great to have a man taking time with her, deliciously arousing her. John never did that any more. It was on and off, usually even before she could come.

Dizzily she tried to remember Brent’s words of counsel – that John would change his ways one day, but meanwhile she could be having fun with other men. Was that really so terrible, as long as John didn’t know about it? Brent’s hot wet tongue teased her pulsing erect nipples, making her shiver with lust, and once again she was powerfully tempted just to give in to him.

Brent must have known that she was on the point of surrender, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He did all he could to get her hotly and mindlessly aroused. Now be brought his mouth down on her left nipple, encasing the tender pink bud in heat and wetness. He started to suck her nipple fast and hard. Carol gasped, then moaned with pleasure.