Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

In the luxurious mountain chalet, the fireplace was blazing and three young couples sat around happily discussing the skiing they’d be doing that weekend. Carol White, an attractive blonde of twenty-six, was sure she must be the happiest person present. She’d really been looking forward to this skiing weekend with her husband John.

She cuddled closer to John on the couch. “Isn’t this lovely, darling?” she said. “So nice of Brent to ask us to his cabin.”

“Ummm-hmmm,” said John White.

Carol glanced at him. As usual her husband was off in space somewhere. That didn’t surprise her. As a professor of mathematics at the local university, John was usually wrestling with some problem in his head. Carol was content to let him drift on for awhile. But later, when they were in bed, things were going to be different.

At least Carol was hoping they’d be different. For some time now she and John hadn’t had much of a sex life. It seemed as if he was always away on conferences, working on papers, or just plain too tired to make love. Carol was hoping that this weekend away from the university and in a romantic setting would reawaken his interest. She felt that if she didn’t get laid soon, she’d die of frustration.

She looked wistfully at John. At thirty he was still an attractive man. Tall, lanky, with clean-cut features and neatly trimmed dark hair, he still aroused her as much as he’d done on their honeymoon five years ago. They’d had a pretty hot love life back then. But now, for John at least, sex didn’t seem a necessary part of their marriage.

“Getting sleepy yet, dear?” Carol asked, patting her husband’s hand.

“Huh?” John responded. “Oh, no. The fire’s nice. Let’s sit up awhile.”

“All right,” Carol sighed, “but not too much longer. We’ll want to be in good shape tomorrow.”

Actually, skiing was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about right now was getting John into bed, turning him on. But John seemed in no hurry. Carol looked around at the other two couples, old friends of theirs, and wondered if they’d ever had the same problem. It certainly didn’t look that way.

There was Brent Davis, a ruggedly handsome man of thirty-five, owner of the chalet where they were staying. He was track coach at the university and a really sexy guy, in Carol’s opinion – broad-shouldered, greying at the temples. Brent was flirting outrageously with his wife Lucie, a tall slender brunette about Carol’s age.

“Speaking of bed,” Brent said with a leer, “how about it, beautiful?”

“Brent, you wicked thing,” Lucie grinned. “I know what’s on your mind, and it isn’t sleep.”

Carol sighed and looked away feeling envious. She wished John was as interested in making love as Brent was. She studied the third couple, Tom and Amy Archer. Tom, a successful architect is his thirties, was holding Amy’s hand and looking at her longingly. They made an attractive couple, Tom’s husky blond looks contrasting with Amy’s petite figure and flaming red hair.

“I think Brent’s got the right idea,” Tom was saying. “How about hitting the sack for a little, uh, beauty rest?”

Amy giggled and said, “Men are all animals, aren’t they Lucie?”

What I wouldn’t give for an animal, Carol thought wistfully. She envied Amy and Lucie. Their husbands were obviously eager to get them into bed. For all John cared about it, he might as well be sleeping with a Teddy bear. But she had certain plans for him tonight. He’d have a hard time ignoring her, once they were alone.

“Well, all kidding aside,” Brent said, getting to his feet, “we probably better get some rest. We don’t want to waste a minute of our skiing time tomorrow, so we’ll probably be up early.”

“Right,” Tom said, getting up and offering Amy his hand, “we better knock it off for tonight. See you in the morning, everyone.”

The Davises and the Archers left the living room, and Carol and John were alone. Carol had a quick naughty vision of her and John fucking right there on the fur rug in front of the fire. She felt a blazing heat in her pussy. It had been over two weeks since they’d made love. Again she looked urgently at her husband.

“What about it, darling?” she said. “Shouldn’t we get some rest, too?”

John sighed deeply, coming down from whatever daydream had occupied him. “Yes, I suppose so,” he said.

Brent had assigned them a lovely room with its own fireplace, and at Carol’s urging, John lit the fire. She turned out all the lights in the room, leaving just the romantic glow of the flames. Then she disappeared into the bathroom, where she’d hidden her secret weapon. If this didn’t make John horny, nothing would.

Carol opened her vanity case and took out a ridiculously tiny black bikini nightie. She’d felt kind of silly buying it, but at this point she’d do anything to get John’s mind off mathematics and onto sex. She stripped and glanced at herself in the mirror. Everything in top shape there, she decided. For an old lady of twenty-six, she was in very good condition.

Carol was tall, with long straight blonde hair and lovely features. She had good long legs, trim waist and hips and ass, and very large globe-shaped breasts with pretty little pink nipples. Her trim triangular bush was the same golden color as her hair. She knew her spectacular body would drive most men wild. Too bad it didn’t have that effect on John.

Sighing, she got into the tiny black nightie. The lacy panties barely covered her muff, and the sheer sleeveless top showed the pale rounds of her tits and the pink dots of her nipples. Satisfied that she looked enticing, Carol stepped back into the bedroom, her pussy glowing with lusty anticipation. Then she stopped and stared.

John was in bed – reading a book. He’d put on his horn-rimmed reading glasses, which didn’t make him look particularly sexy, and he was totally absorbed in some thick book about nuclear physics. Carol stifled a curse. She wasn’t licked yet. She marched over to the bed and lay down on top of the covers.

“How do you like my new nightie, darling?” she cooed.

John blinked and looked at her over the top of his glasses. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, then back up again, taking in her large thrusting boobs, tiny waist, and gorgeous legs. There wasn’t much he could miss, the nightie was so sheer.

“You could catch cold in that thing,” he said. “What happened to that sensible flannel gown? I advised you to bring it along.”

“Oh, God,” Carol moaned, her patience ended. “John, listen to me. We haven’t made love in over two weeks.”

John blinked. “Gee, I think you’re right, honey,” he said. “Well, pretty soon, then. I just want to finish this chapter.”

He returned to his book, and Carol sighed and get under the covers. His response had hardly been a turn-on, but at least he’d promised they’d made love tonight. Now all she had to do was wait. Second place to a goddamned book, as usual. She seethed with horniness. It seemed like her poor starved pussy had been aching and swollen for weeks.

As she waited, Carol thought back to the early days with John. He was a young professor, and she was twenty, one of the students, when they met. It had been hot attraction from the beginning, but John and she agreed it wasn’t right to date while she was his student. But when the class ended, it was a different story! All summer they were together, and they could hardly keep their hands off each other.

They’d agreed not to go all the way till they were married, so by the wedding night they were both at a peak of excitement. Carol would never forget that night in the rented beach cabin. They hadn’t even bothered with dinner. They were out of the car, into the cabin, and taking off their clothes in about thirty seconds.