Norma Egan: Wet and ready wife

"Hey, get with it, kid," he said. "If you wanta work in a high-class place like this, you gotta play the game. Forget about your husband – he don't have to know a thing about it."

Judy's blue eyes widened as Rossi opened his pants. He really had a fine body, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered, big chest thickly matted with dark hairs. But what really drew her attention was his crotch. She'd seen only one cock in her whole life, Joe's. She couldn't help wondering how another man's prick would look.

Rossi dropped his pants and stepped out of them in just his jockey shorts. The crotch bulged with a huge erection. Judy knew she ought to scream and run, but she seemed paralyzed with curiosity. She just stood there and gawked as Rossi tugged down his shorts and stood before her completely naked.

"Now, you wouldn't mind having some of this, would you, honey?" he said with a leer.

Judy stared wide-eyed at Rossi's erect cock. It was not quite as long as Joe's, she thought, perhaps six inches, but it was thick and stiff and handsome. Springing from a thick black bush, it hugged his belly, pale and blue-veined, capped with a big swollen purple head. Bright bubbles of cock-juice oozed from the knob-shaped head of his prick.

In spite of her fear and shock, Judy suddenly experienced an all-too-familiar sensation, a glowing and melting feeling in her pussy. She'd had that feeling a lot lately, and she knew just what it meant. She was horny. She was achingly horny, in fact. To her horror she realized that she wanted Rossi to fuck her.

"Come on, baby, over to the bed," he said, walking toward her, his swollen heavy cock wagging lewdly.

"Noooo," Judy squealed.

She ran for the door. She was horny for Rossi, all tight, but she wasn't going to ball him. She just couldn't do that to Joe. She'd never fucked another man in her life, and she didn't intend to start now. She believed in her marriage vows.

"Aw, shit, cut out the kid stuff," Rossi snarled.

Judy grabbed the doorknob and turned it frantically, but it wouldn't open. Rossi had locked the door in some way she didn't understand. She put her back to the door and faced him, sobbing. He stood there grinning at her triumphantly.

"I'm the only one who knows how to open that door," he said, "and you ain't leaving till you put out for me. Now, why don't you save us both a lot of trouble and get over to that bed?"

"No," Judy sobbed, "I won't cheat on my husband."

"Christ, I got a good mind to let you go," Rossi said impatiently. "I don't need a silly little cunt like you working here. But I gotta have you now. Look at this."

He lewdly wagged his stiff cock at her.

"No, I won't do it," Judy cried.

Rossi gave a snort of impatience and rushed across the room. He lifted Judy easily and carried her over to the bed. She kicked and clawed and screamed, but it was useless. Rossi was far bigger and stronger than she was. He dropped her on her back and climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his muscular body.

"Now just be a good girl and relax," he crooned.

Judy felt his hard, masculine body press tight against her, and she felt the stiff line of his erect cock rubbing her soft little belly. Dizzy excitement washed over her, and her starved little cunt gushed a big steamy load of cream that soaked her hot swollen pussy.

"Oh, God, no," she moaned.

As Rossi began running his hands all over her curvy little body, she fought to regain her self-control. She hadn't been balled in a month, and she was achingly horny. She wanted his big stiff cock so badly, she could have screamed. But always there was the thought of Joe. She loved him and didn't want to be unfaithful to him.

"Take it easy, take it easy," Rossi crooned. "I'll make it real good for you, baby. I know you want it."

"No, I don't," Judy wept. "Let me go."

But she was lying. Her flaming-hot pussy was crying for relief from the aching need she'd felt so long. It would be so tempting just to open her legs and let Rossi slip that gorgeous hard dick into her. Damn Joe and hip puritanical hang-ups! If he'd just taken care of her in bed, she wouldn't be lusting for another man. With her last ounce of self-control she pushed at Rossi's broad shoulders. She couldn't budge him.

"So you don't wanta ball, huh?" he growled. "Well, I'll make you want it. When I get through, you'll be begging me for it, bitch."

He didn't realize how close she was to begging already. She felt hotly aroused – and now Rossi made it even worse by slipping his hand into her crotch and stroking her moist swollen pussy. Joe had never done that to her, never touched her between the legs. Judy was amazed at how good it felt. She stifled a horny moan.

Each little touch of his fingers made her whole belly melt with pleasure. Rossi teasingly rimmed the tight little mouth of her asshole, fingertip circling swiftly. He inserted a fingertip in the heavily creaming mouth of her cunt and poked around playfully. He moved on and pressed his finger against the dainty little button of her clit. He rubbed the fat hot nub, and Judy shuddered with pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Rossi chuckled. "You like me to play with your pussy."

"Nooo," Judy whined.

She hoped he'd believe her lie, that he'd let her go before it was too late. If he went on frigging her like that, she wasn't going to be able to control herself. It just felt too damned good, and she needed a man too much. But Rossi didn't believe her. He seized her throbbingly moist clit and began to knead it briskly. Judy couldn't stifle her cry of delight.

"Oooooo," she squealed.

Rossi chuckled and kneaded her clit even faster. Judy couldn't believe the sharp sensations of pleasure that melted her whole belly. She hadn't known it was possible to feel that good. Damn Joe anyhow, why hadn't he ever done this to her? He'd robbed her of years of pleasure, thanks to his silly Victorian ideas about sex.

Judy had been a virgin when she married Joe, and up to recently she hadn't known there was any other way to make love than the way Joe did it – no foreplay, just a quick fuck with the man on top. But since Joe broke his leg she'd been reading a lot about other ways to do it, and she'd discovered a whole new world of sex.

It was a world Joe refused to explore or even to discuss. But men like Tony Rossi knew all about those delicious variations, those exciting ways of turning a woman on. Judy moaned and writhed with dizzy pleasure as Rossi rubbed her hot little joy button faster and faster. She just couldn't resist those delicious sensations.

"That's it, baby," Rossi whispered, "dig it. Get all hot and wet for me. Yeah, that's the way."

Judy blushed hotly. She hadn't realized that Rossi could feel the steady stream of hot sticky juice flowing from her aroused box. But it must be soaking his hand by now, running over his frigging fingers. Still she couldn't bear to have him stop. She had a month of pent-up lust to satisfy.

"Oh, God," Judy moaned, "ohhhh, ohhhh."

She was spinning out of control, but she couldn't stop herself. As Rossi's expert fingers kneaded her horny little clit faster and faster, she felt herself rising to the very edge of orgasm. She arched her body upward to get all the friction she could from his frigging fingers. But just as she was about to come, Rossi drew his hand away.

"Uh-uh," he chuckled, "you don't get off that easy. I want you to be good and hot for me when we ball."

"I-I'm not going to b-ball you," Judy stammered, surprised at herself for using that wicked word.

"Sure, kid, sure," Rossi laughed. "Here's something else you're gonna dig."

He slipped his hand into her steamy crotch again, and Judy felt his stiff middle finger sliding right up her cream-flooded little cunt.

"Oooooh," she wailed.