Norma Egan - Spread wide wife

Harry, ginning, raised his wet face from her thoroughly aroused pussy. "You really dug that, didn't you, doll?" he said.

Karen just blushed. No answer was needed. Harry knew damn well she'd enjoyed it. He'd been right there to feel the swelling of her cunt lips, the uncontrollable creaming of her twat, and the fierce heat of her aroused gash. YES, dammit, she'd liked it.

Then Harry quickly moved up her body again, straddling her, his muscular ass just grazing her tits. Somehow while he was licking her pussy, he'd gotten his pants off. She was face to face with his nakedness, and not prepared for it. She gawked at his droopy soft prick and its thick silver bush. He leaned forward fill the warm flaccid prick brushed her lips.

"I did something nice for you," he whispered. "Now you do something nice for me."

Her conscience, her moral part, told her she didn't want to suck Harry's cock, that he was a nasty man and it was an evil act. The rest of her paid no attention to the message. She felt saliva pooling in her mouth, then she was sticking out her tongue. She stuck it under Harry's drooping soft meat and mischievously lashed it, making his pale prick flop and bounce.

"Yeah," he said excitedly, "eat me, baby… Get me hard."

Karen didn't have to be encouraged. Prom the moment she'd tasted cock for the first time, she knew she was going to love giving head. She practically drooled as she sucked Harry's soft prick into her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily, loudly, and wetly, Harry gave a yelp of pleasure, and his broad face went red with arousal. He grinned down at her as she sucked his dick.

"Yeah, yeah, that's the way, doll," he panted. "That feels real nice."

Karen sucked hungrily, and before long she felt his dick lurching into erection on her tongue. It twitched with an eager life of its own, shot out long and stiff, and thickened till it stretched her lips almost painfully. It began to dribble tasty cock juice onto her tongue, and she gobbled up the delicious cream with a greedy gurgling sound.

"That's good, that's good, baby," Harry sighed. "Let me go now."

He gingerly withdrew his hugely swollen cock from her mouth, and it snapped up wetly to hug his belly. Karen stared at the gleaming fat prick and thought how much she'd like to have it working hard and deep and fast in her cunt. She wasn't going to, though. Things had gone far enough. She loved her husband and didn't intend to cheat on him again.

"I'll suck you off if you want, Harry," she said, "but I'm not going to fuck you."

He began to laugh. He seemed highly amused, and it was a moment before he could speak. "Listen, doll," he said, "you don't have any say in this at all. I call the shots from now on."

Karen flushed angrily and started to get up but found she couldn't move under his far superior weight. Harry chuckled and stretched out on her full length. While she screamed and fought, he used his knees to force her legs apart. He sank down between her soft thighs and shoved his cock roughly into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, nooooo," Karen yelled. "Harry, please, no, don't fuck me."

He paid no attention, of course. He jabbed hard and deep with his big rock-hard cock and penetrated her easily, pushing into her till his swollen nut sacs came to rest against her slit. He started to ball her with brutal force, thrusting deep and hard and fast. The instant Karen felt that powerful fucking motion, she was lost. The pleasure was just too much, her need too great.

"Oh, God, yes, ball me," she babbled, "fuck me, screw me… Oh, Harry, don't stop… I love it, I love it."

She knew she'd be ashamed of herself later for her wanton behavior, but for now she couldn't help it. Harry's hard prolonged fucking was driving her wild. She felt a stunning burst of joy as the first powerful orgasm washed over her, and her body shook and convulsed in delicious spasms. A minute later she was coming again, just as powerfully. It seemed to go on and on.

"You digging it, doll?" Harry panted. "You like the way I'm balling you?"

"Oh, yes, yes," Karen sobbed, "it's wonderful… My God, I'm coming again…ahhhhhhhh!"

She remembered vaguely wishing that Phil could make love to her like this, making her come again and again, but mostly she could think of nothing but the fantastic pleasure she was getting from Harry's pounding cock. She lost track of time. Hours seemed to have passed when Harry finally gave a lusty bellow and shot his load into her.

No sooner was her passion satisfied, however, than she began to feel terrible guilt. Harry saw her tears of shame and bent down to lick them up.

"Listen, kid," he said almost tenderly, "I know you never did this before, never cheated on your old man, but I'm telling you, don't take it so hard. Just about everybody does it nowadays."

"But, Harry, I feel so wicked," Karen said.

He laughed. "Baby, if you think this was wicked, wait till later tonight. You ain't seen nothing yet. Now run along and put on something pretty and meet us all on deck."

"But, Harry," she began.

"Never mind," he interrupted with a mysterious grin. "Just go get dressed. You're gonna see something really wild tonight."

Karen paid little attention to what Harry said. She went off to her cabin moving like a zombie, overcome with terrible guilt for having been unfaithful to Phil a second time. That made twice in one day. She was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her. She seemed to be endlessly horny, unable to control herself.

Phil was already in the cabin, changing his clothes. "Oh, hi, honey," he said cheerfully, "I'm glad you got here… I was beginning to wonder where you were. Luann says there's going to be a party on deck, a kind of last-night celebration. You'd better change your clothes."

"Okay," Karen said listlessly.

She slipped out of the dress which Harry had torn in his eagerness to get at her. Fortunately Phil hadn't noticed the damage. He was aware of her strange attitude, though. As she went about dressing in a fog, he watched her and looked disturbed.

"Karen, what's the matter?" he said finally. "Is something bothering you? You just don't seem yourself."

She blushed. Thank God he couldn't read her thoughts, couldn't know the wicked images that kept popping up helplessly in her head, images of Manuel's cock, then Harry's cock. She turned away so he couldn't see her guilt-ridden face. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"I'm just tired, I guess," she said. "Maybe it's the fresh air."

"You act like there's something on your mind," Phil said. "You know you can tell me if there is."

Like hell, Karen thought.

It was laughable to think that she could tell her husband she'd just cheated on him twice in one day, that she seemed to be becoming a nymphomaniac, and that she couldn't control her sexual urges. She knew Phil wouldn't be very sympathetic to problems like that. She gave a big sigh as she stepped out of her panties.

"Don't worry, darling," she said as brightly as she could, "there's nothing on my mind. Goodness, we'd better hurry up and get ready for that party. I think I just heard the Greens go up on deck."

She started to reach into her luggage for fresh underwear, but just then Phil's arms went around her from behind. Karen gave a little gasp of surprise. Phil was so seldom horny any more, she really wasn't expecting him to be turned on by the sight of her naked body. She'd undressed in front of him, not thinking a thing about it.

"Phil?" she said wonderingly.

His hands slid up and cupped her heavy round breasts, gently squeezing them. He was naked, too, and she could feel his cock, hot and rigid, rubbing against her pert round ass. He breathed hotly against her neck and nuzzled against her, rubbing his stiffened prick up and down the tight crease between her buttocks.