Norma Egan - Spread wide wife

"You go to hell," she hissed. "I'm not going to bed with you, Harry. I'm leaving."

She'd thought he'd be angry, but to her surprise he chuckled. "Hey, I like that," he said. "You've got spirit. You know, most of the company wives I say that to, they either cry or they just strip without a word. No fight in 'em. But you're different. It's gonna be a real hit having you, Karen."

Then he grabbed her. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to avoid him. He pulled her into his big sweaty bearish grip and almost squeezed her breathless. He kissed her, his lips big and, soft and wet, and again she could hardly breathe. She was fighting for air when he pushed her down on the bed and started ripping her clothes off.

"Harry, no," she sobbed, "for God's sake. I don't WANT to sleep with you. Doesn't that make any difference to you?"

"Why should it?" he shrugged. "Your cunt will feel the same, no matter what you want."

He ripped her dress right down the front, and the ruined garment fell away, leaving her in a skimpy bikini set of bra and panties. Harry almost seemed to be licking his chops as he gazed down on her slim yet curvy body. Her pouting plump tits seemed about to pop from the skimpy bra, and a few golden pussy hairs showed above the low waistband of her panties.

"I hear your husband don't take very good care of you," Harry said, ogling her body. "He's gotta be a fool."

"What Phil and I do in private is none of your business or Manuel's," Karen said angrily.

"Yeah, but I happen to know it's true," Harry said. "I could tell just from the way you looked that first day, baby. You had a hungry look. You kept looking around at all the guys, especially Manuel. Shit, a four-year-old coulda seen you weren't getting what you needed in bed."

"Oh, God," Karen wept, "was it so obvious?"

She closed her eyes in shame. Harry said nothings just reached out and unhooked her bra and drew it off. She didn't have the strength or the will to light him, not for the moment. She felt his big sweaty hot hands closing over her ripe round breasts, hungrily squeezing and molding. His breathing got louder and faster.

"Yeah, Phil's gotta be a fool," Harry said huskily. "No guy in his right mind could turn down a piece of ass like you, doll. You got great knockers, great everything."

Karen wondered bitterly if she should thank him for the compliment. In her heart she was cursing Manuel for telling his boss about her, cursing Harry Rosen for holding all the cards in this dirty little game. But most of all she was cursing herself. If she'd just shown a little more will power, if she'd just remained a faithful wife, she wouldn't have this sweaty ape pawing her body right now. She wouldn't be at Harry's mercy.

"Yeah, real nice boobs," he said, his voice getting hoarse with lust.

Karen still had, her eyes closed. Suddenly she felt hot moist breath on her tits, and then Harry's wet slick tongue was skipping around, teasing her nipples and the sensitive milky-white skin of her breasts. Taken by surprise, she couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure. After all, it did feel great to have her tits licked, no matter who did it to her. She had no intention of fucking this man, however. She was about to tell him to stop, when his mouth closed over her left nipple and began to suck it hotly and hungrily.

"Oooooo," Karen squealed.

She couldn't help that exclamation of pleasure. His wet sucking mouth felt great on her tender pink nipple. She felt excitement shooting through her body, clear to her pussy. She felt her crotch coming to life, moistening, heating, swelling. After that afternoon's long hard fuck from Manuel, she didn't think it was possible to get aroused again so soon – but now she could feel it coming on.

"Harry, please, don't," she whimpered.

What she meant was, Don't get me horny. She knew herself by now, knew she'd do all, sorts of crazy things when she was possessed by lust. She knew she'd even get hot for Harry if he kept on sucking her tits and getting her aroused. But she'd feel awful later, full of guilt and shame, if she went to bed with Phil's boss.

"Hey, don't kid me, baby," Harry chuckled. "You like it."

He'd sucked her left nipple into a hard pink nub of erection, and now he went for the right nipple, sucking it deep into his scalding wet mouth. He sucked busily on it, tickling it with his tongue. Karen felt a big spurt of hot juice from her cunt – and she knew she was in trouble. If she didn't get away from this man, and get away soon, she'd let him do anything to her.

"Harry, that's enough," she whined. "Please let me go. I don't want to be unfaithful to Phil again."

Harry raised his face from her spit-soaked erect nipple. "Oh, so THAT'S what's bothering you," he said impatiently, "this adultery shit. Well, listen, doll, forget it. Everybody cheats. And if your man don't know about it, it can't hurt him, can it? So why don't you just relax arid enjoy?"

"Phil doesn't cheat," Karen said gloomily.

"He will, honey," Harry laughed, "he will."

And leaving her with that thought, Harry suddenly moved down her body and thrust his gleaming silver head between her legs.

Again Karen was taken by surprise. She stared stupidly, not understand just what Harry was up to, until she felt him nosing into her golden bush, his breath hot and moist. She felt his tongue slither out between the fat furry lips of her mons, wriggling around till it touched her tender red clit. Instant powerful pleasure ripped through her body.

"Please, Harry, noooo," she wailed.

Harry must have felt the gush of hot steamy cunt juice that went with her pleasure, because he only laughed at her desperate plea for him to stop. He knew damn well she was digging it. He pressed his mobile slick tongue tip against the supersensitive lump of her clit and started to lick, lash and rim the hot little button.

"Ohhhhhhh," Karen cried, "Ohhhhh!"

For long delicious moments she couldn't think of anything but Harry's tongue expertly licking and arousing her clit. She couldn't remember why she was protesting, why she wanted to resist this man. She didn't even think of Phil. She was conscious only of the deep and unending need in her cunt, a need her husband hadn't satisfied in years. Harry's busy wet tongue gave the promise of fulfilling that need.

"Ahhhhhhh," Karen whined, "so good…"

She heard his muffled laugh from her steamy crotch. He knew he was getting to her, the bastard. Somehow she couldn't summon the energy or the will, to stop him. It just felt too damned good. She gurgled and panted shamelessly as he tongued her tiny red joy button faster and faster. Cream leaked steadily from her horny little cunt.

Then she felt Harry's tongue snaking lower into her crotch, rimming the creaming mouth of her twat. Intense excitement gripped her, and only the fleeting thought of Phil kept her from begging Harry to stick his tongue right up her box. But Harry didn't have to be told. He knew, damn him, just what would get to her the most. She felt his thick wet tongue thrusting into her long-starved cunt.

"Ahhhhhhh," she wailed, "Ahhhhh… No, Harry, please, don't do that… Take it out… Oh, my God!"

Harry paid no attention to her protests. He just worked his tongue as far as he could into her scalding wet cunt, clear to the root. Karen felt her belly deliciously stuffed with the slippery probing organ, and again she was lost. She simply couldn't deny herself this exquisite pleasure.

"Oh, yes, yessss," she moaned, "lick my cunt… Ahhhhh, my God, that feels sooo good…"

Her legs opened wider and wider as Harry worked his fat tongue in her creamy tight box. She couldn't stop squealing and moaning and gasping with delight. Damn it, she'd been needing this kind of love-making for too long, and she couldn't bring herself to turn it down. At least she had to enjoy it a few moments longer, and then she'd somehow get away to her cabin.