Norma Egan - Wet and ready wife

"Yeah, yeah," he panted. "Now. Awwwwww."

Judy felt her mouth and throat suddenly filled with hot sticky come. To her relief, she liked the taste. More than that – she loved it. She gulped down the thick salty jism while Rossi whined and pumped out his load. When his prick finally shriveled and slipped from her mouth, she licked her lips to get the last of his tasty come.

When Rossi had caught his breath, he said: "Shit, you don't need any lessons. You're a natural, baby. If George didn't like the way you suck cock, he's crazy. In fact I think you're ready for the big time."

"What do you mean, Mr. Rossi?" Judy asked eagerly.

Rossi stood up and zipped his fly.

"You'll find out," he grinned, "when you come to work tomorrow night."

When Judy woke up the next morning her husband was already awake and sitting up in bed. Joe had a huge hard-on and a very gloomy look on his face.

"God dammit all to hell," he muttered.

Judy moved closer to him, hungrily eyeing his swollen dick. "What's the matter, darling?" she said.

"You can see what's the matter," Joe said grumpily. "I wish I had this damned cast off."

Judy wanted to say so many things to him, about how they could make love in different positions and in different ways so that his leg cast wouldn't interfere at all. But she'd tried talking to him about those things before, and he'd refused to listen. Too bad – she was pretty horny herself.

"Poor baby," she murmured, snuggling even closer to Joe.

Perhaps, she thought, it was time for actions instead of words. Joe might not listen to her ideas about variations in their love-making, but maybe if she just went ahead and tried them, he'd dig it. She reached out slowly and curled her hand gently around the hard stalk of his cock.

Joe flinched and stared at her, but he didn't say anything right away. Encouraged, Judy tightened her grip on his smooth throbbing dick and began to move her hot little fist gently up and down the swollen meat. Her pussy grew hot and wet. For years she'd wanted to play with Joe's handsome cock.

"Judy, what the hell are you doing?" Joe snapped.

"Darling, I'm just trying to help you out," Judy said.

"Well, stop it," Joe said angrily. "You know I don't go for that sort of thing."

Judy's temper flared.

"Look," she said, "this is ridiculous. We both need to make love, Joe, and there's more than one way to do it. Just let me show you, for heavens sake."

Before Joe could reply, Judy dipped her curly red head into his lap and took his achingly swollen cock fully into her mouth. Her heart pounded. For so long she'd wanted to taste and suck her husband's prick. She began sucking fast and hard on the tasty hot meat, and she felt Joe quiver.

Maybe now he'd give up his silly inhibitions and let her teach him new ways to make love. Her saliva boiled around his wet cock-meat as she eagerly sucked him. Joe gave a loud gasp, and she felt big drops of tasty prick-juice falling onto her tongue. Had she finally turned him on to experimenting?

"Judy, dammit,stop," Joe snarled.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his stiff spit-soaked cock.

"My God, Judy," he said angrily, "only whores do things like that."

Judy bounced out of bed, her face flaming with anger. "Joe Prentiss," she said, "you're a Goddamned fool. We could have so much fun together if you'd stop being uptight. There's nothing wrong with what I did. The only thing wrong with this relationship is YOU."

Judy stalked off to take a shower – a cold one to dampen the fire in her pussy. She'd wanted Joe so much, and she'd prayed that this time he'd be willing to try something new in bed. Well, to hell with him. He could stay home and jack off for all she cared. She was going to the club and find another man.

Judy and Joe didn't talk to each other all day, so she had plenty of time to anticipate what adventure she might meet that evening. She was intrigued by Tony Rossi's remark that she was ready for "the big time". He'd promised to explain tonight – and she could hardly wait.

Finally it was time to report for work at the Flamingo. Judy was on the floor five minutes early, looking stunning with her flaming-red hair and skimpy black costume. Rossi gave her a nod of approval, but he didn't approach her for several hours. When he finally beckoned for her to step into the alcove, Judy hurried aver eagerly.

"Yes, Mr. Rossi?" she said. "Do you have a special customer for me?"

"You might say that," Rossi chuckled. "There's a white Cadillac right outside, and I want you to go wait in it."

Judy obeyed, mystified. It was the first time she'd had an assignment without meeting the man first. She waited in the Cadillac for five minutes, and then she couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She took a look at the driver's registration – the car belonged to Tony Rossi himself.

Judy tried to look cool when she saw Rossi coming out of the club accompanied by another man, but it wasn't easy. She knew the man from newspaper photos. He was a prominent local politician, Ed Simmons, a ruggedly handsome man in his early forties. What could Rossi and Simmons possibly want with her?

"We're going for a ride, baby," Rossi told her as they got into the car. "My friend Ed wants to have a little fun."

"Yes, sir," Judy said meekly.

She still didn't understand what was going on. They drove to Rossi's penthouse apartment and went into the living room, where Rossi made drinks for the three of them. Ed Simmons kept eyeing Judy as if she were an eight course banquet. Judy sipped her drink nervously.

"Okay, honey," Rossi said, "as soon as you finish your drink, I want you to take your clothes off."

Judy's face flamed.

"Mr. Rossi," she said, "I don't understand. Which one of you am I supposed to go with?"

The men laughed.

"Hey, baby, haven't you ever made it with two guys before? It's a lot more fun that way." Ed Simmons said.

Judy dropped her glass, spilling the remains of her drink, and leaped to her feet.

"I hope you're not serious," she said with a trembling voice, "because I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing."

Rossi sighed with impatience.

"You'll do just what I tell you," he said, "if you want to keep your job. This kind of thing is routine, baby. Lots of guys like it this way. So cut out the crap and do what I say."

Judy backed toward the door, her heart pounding. She'd been wanting some adventures in sex, yes, but she didn't approve of making it with two men at once. That was too kinky for her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rossi," she said, "but I have to draw the line at this. Find yourself another girl."

"Sorry, kid, but we want you," Rossi snapped.

He leaped up and grabbed Judy, easily lifting her into his arms.

"Sorry, Ed," he said to Simmons, "she's a little new at the business, but I'll make her shape up."

"I'd be glad to help," Ed said with a lusty grin. Judy kicked and screamed and fought, but Rossi was far too strong for her. He carried her to the middle of the room and set her, down on the soft carpet. Ed hurried over to join them, holding Judy down while Rossi deftly stripped her of her costume.

"Oh, nooo," Judy wept, "don't do this to me. This is rape, and you know it."

"Aw, just shut up," Rossi snapped as he pulled off her skimpy bra. "You know damn well you're gonna love it."

"Jesus," Ed exclaimed, "fantastic tits!"

He was staring at Judy's big round ripe boobs which wobbled enticingly as she struggled. Soon he had even more to look at when Rossi skinned down her panties and stockings to expose the copper curls of her bush and the rich red flesh of her pussy.

"Fantastic body," Ed remarked.

"Yeah, she's built, all right," Rossi said, "but she needs to learn a few things."