Norma Egan - Spread wide wife

When they got home, Karen made a quick supper, and then they had after dinner drinks in the living room. Phil was unusually quiet. Karen kept glancing at him nervously, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. Finally she couldn't stand the suspense any longer.

"Phil," she said, "are you angry with me?"

He looked at her intently. "I'm not sure," he said. "Should I be angry? How many men did you fuck out on that yacht, anyhow, Karen? I mean, I had Luann, I admit that – but I think you had a lot more than one guy."

Karen turned beet red. It was humiliating to admit that she'd balled every mar on the yacht, but it was true. How could she admit that to Phil? He'd be outraged, he'd demand a divorce – and she wouldn't blame him. And yet hadn't there been a good reason for what she did? Maybe she wasn't entirely in the wrong after all.

"Phil," she said, "it's true, I did have more than one man. I had them all. I just couldn't seem to control myself. But I think I know why. Years and years went by without me getting any satisfaction when we made love. You never warmed me up, you never brought me off. It was all so quick and routinized. Phil, I was just dying for a decent fuck, that's all."

Now it was Phil's turn to blush. He looked away for a moment, then forced himself to meet her eyes again. "You're right," he said. "I guess I always knew I wasn't being fair to you, Karen, and that you didn't really get much out of it. But I was too uptight to experiment, too chickenshit to talk to you about it. I'm sorry. I don't blame you for making it with those other guys."

"Oh, Phil," Karen said, throwing her arms around him, "I still love you. I don't want anybody else – if things could just get better between us. Do you think that can happen now? I mean, now that Luann… I mean, didn't she teach you some new things? I mean…"

She broke off, stammering and embarrassed, but Phil laughed.

"Yes, honey," he said, "she did teach me some new things. I bet you learned a few new things, too. Why don't we just go to the bedroom and try them?"

Karen ginned broadly. "You're on," she said, leaping to her feet.

Her heart pounded with excitement. Phil was still her love, the guy she really wanted to get it on with, but never in their whole married life had they had a decent fuck. She recalled the bitter disappointment of their wedding night, five years ago. She'd been a proper girl, and Phil was a gentleman, so they never went all the way before marriage. She was a virgin that night when they made love for the first time at a fancy hotel in the Canadian Rockies.

Karen had put on a dainty white lace nightie and gotten into bed trembling with happy anticipation. She was a normal young lady, hotly attracted to her new husband, and just dying to find out what sex was like. She was sure it would be a wonderful new source of pleasure for her and Phil. When he came out of the bathroom, slipped into bed, and took her in his arms, she responded eagerly, working her tongue deep in his mouth when he kissed her.

His delicious kisses and caresses lasted just about one minute, hardly enough to get her warmed up, and then Phil abruptly raised her nightie up to her waist. He gazed for just a second at her pretty golden bush and dainty pink pussy, and then he climbed on top of her and used his knees to work her legs apart. Karen, disappointed at his abruptness but too inexperienced to know what to do, just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted.

What he did was to push his cock roughly into her virgin cunt and fuck her quickly, ignoring her cries, of pain. He then made a very brief apology, rolled over, and went to sleep. Karen cried herself to sleep on her wedding night, wondering how Phil could treat her that way if he really loved her. In all other respects he was loving and kind, but in bed he was brutal and insensitive.

Gradually she came to understand that her husband was so inhibited, uptight, and shy about sex that he couldn't bring himself to talk about it or learn anything new. Now, five years later, it was like a new wedding night, a second chance. If only Phil had really changed, their marriage would be reborn. Karen followed him into their bedroom trembling with anticipation, much like the virgin bride of five years earlier.

They started to take off their clothes separately, and then Karen remembered Manuel's words.

"Does Phil ever help you undress? No? Then make him do it." She and Manuel had used undressing to turn each other on. With a wicked grin she walked over to Phil and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Let me help you with that, darling," she said.

Phil grinned. "It's a lot more fun than doing it myself," he said. "Here, I'll help you, too."

As she unbuttoned his shirt, her hand kept sneaking inside to caress his hair-matted chest and tickle his nipples. As he unbuttoned her dress, he kept reaching inside to squeeze her tits through the tight confinement of her bra. Like he said, it was a lot more fun than undressing all by yourself. At last she drew off his shirt, and he slid her dress off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Phil reached around her and unhooked her bra. He stared with hot appreciation at her naked creamy tits as he removed the skimpy garment. The pretty pale globes wobbled into their natural round full shape, the nipples soft and pink and dainty. With a hungry groan, Phil slipped his hands under her heavy tits and raised them slightly, bringing them within reach of his mouth. He started to lick her pretty rosy nipples.

"Ummmmm, darling, that's so nice," Karen murmured.

It was more than nice, it was miraculous. Phil had never played with her breasts, and now he was actually licking them. Luann had taught him some new tricks, all right. Delicious little ripples of pleasure coursed through Karen's body, and she moaned happily as he stimulated her sensitive boobs with his tongue. She felt her pussy start to glow and moisten with arousal.

While he tongued her tits, she reached down and tugged at his shorts. She could hardly wait to get her hands on his cock. She'd learned a few new tricks herself, and she wanted to show them all to Phil – if only he'd let her. She hoped Luann had also taught him not to be so inhibited, to accept kinky favors from ladies.

"Ummmmmm, yes, Phil, darling, lick my tits," she sighed. "I really like that."

Encouraged, Phil sucked one of her little pink nubs into his hot wet mouth and began to suck loudly and wetly on it. Karen gave a gasp of pleasure as hot sensation streaked right from her nipple to her pussy. Phil's juicy red-hot mouth felt terrific on her sensitive breast.

"Yes, lover, suck me," she whined.

She tugged even more urgently at his shorts and finally succeeded in getting them down to his knees. Then she found out why it had been so difficult. She'd never known him to be so hard. His big swollen dick hugged his belly tightly, hot and throbbing and blue-veined. It was oozing big sticky gobs of cream.

Karen almost drooled when she felt that juicing cock head. She wanted desperately to go down on him, suck and taste him, and eat his delicious salty juices. But she held herself back. He'd been inhibited for so long, she didn't want to scare him off by moving too fast. Phil had sucked her left nipple into taut and pebbly erection, and now he sucked the other one into his fiery mouth and gave it the same treatment.

"Ummmm," Karen moaned, "Ummmmmm."

Even as he sucked ravenously at her nipple, she started guiding him over to the bed. They moved clumsily, but they got there. She wanted more room to maneuver. It was great to have Phil finally engaging in foreplay, but she wanted to touch him, too. Karen didn't like being passive, just having things done to her.

She particularly wanted to play with his cock.

They fell onto the bed, and her wet spit-soaked tit popped from his mouth, the nipple stiff and erect. Karen grinned as she crawled toward her flush-faced husband, her big swollen boobs swinging crazily. She dived suddenly for his rigid cock as it lay flat and hard against his belly. She rubbed her face hungrily against the big swollen dick, and then her little pink tongue flashed out, wet and eager.