Norma Egan: Wet and ready wife

Judy tried not to blush – and failed.

"Oh, it was just fine," she said. "The work isn't all that hard."

Fortunately Joe didn't notice her blush. He nodded and got back to his scrambled eggs. Judy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Joe couldn't read the guilt on her face or know of the wicked memories running through her mind.

Even in the sober light of morning it excited her powerfully to recall the terrific sex she'd had with Tony Rossi and with the man named Frank. Though she felt a lot of guilt toward them, she was still looking forward to her evening's adventures. She was restless and impatient all day.

Finally she said goodbye to Joe and went off to the Flamingo. She hummed to herself as she got into her skimpy costume. Her pussy had that melting warm feeling again. Just the thought of making it with other men made her horny.

"I'm sorry, Joe," she sighed while driving to work, "but this is how it's got to be – at least till I get it out of my system."

But was it possible ever to get over the need for satisfactory sex? After her experiences with Rossi and Frank, she knew Joe hadn't been doing his job in bed, and she felt she could never settle for second-rate again. Yet she hated the idea of being unfaithful to the man she loved. There had to be a solution somewhere, but until she found it, she was damned well going to enjoy herself.

When she walked onto the floor, Rossi was there and gave her a brief smile of encouragement. Frank really must have bragged her up. Judy went about her duties, and several hours later Rossi approached her. Her heart pounded. Would he have another "assignment" for her?

"Got a customer I want you to treat special," he said. "I guess you know what I mean this time."

"Yes, Mr. Rossi," Judy said smilingly, "I understand perfectly. Which one is he?"

"The shy-looking guy with glasses, over there," Rossi said. "Don't let him fool you, he's a real tiger – and he's loaded with money. Just do like you did last night, take him a drink, talk, and she what he wants."

"Yes," Judy said.

"Oh, and listen, kid," Rossi added, "whatever he wants, no matter how wild – do it. You got that?"

Judy nodded. She took a drink over to the customer's table. He seemed young, perhaps in his mid-twenties, and he looked so average that Judy was disappointed. Short hair, horn-rimmed glasses, perfectly average face and build – there was nothing exciting or unusual about him. In fact he looked like a bore.

"Good evening, sir," Judy said. "Here's a drink on the house. My name is Judy. May I sit with you?"

"Please do," the young man said. "I'm Howard Wells."

"Well, Howard," Judy said, starting off the conversation, "what do you do for a living?"

"Nothing," Howard Wells said. "I just spend money. I inherited piles of it."

Judy's mouth dropped open. She'd never met a truly rich person before. Hoping for a big tip, she became as charming as possible, smiling broadly, leaning toward Howard to show him her cleavage, patting his leg as they talked. Howard looked bored.

Finally he said abruptly, "Let's go to my place." Judy agreed, and as they left the club Rossi nodded approvingly at her. Howard Wells had a chauffeured limousine waiting, and they were driven to his enormous mansion. They even too an elevator to his third-floor den, a huge room with fireplace, wet bar, and circular bed. Judy was dazed as she thought of how much it had all cost.

The money might be impressive, but Howard wasn't. He had all the sparkling personality of a dead clam. After mixing them a couple of drinks he just stared at Judy without expression, and his talk was limited to "yes" and "no".

Howard looked at her poker-faced, sipping his drink, and Judy wondered what in hell it would take to turn the guy on. He looked about as excited as a man visiting the dentist. His cool blue eyes traveled slowly up and down her small curvy body, but they showed not a flicker of lust.

"Fine," he said at last. "Now undress me, please."

Judy swallowed hard as Howard tossed off the rest of his drink and stood up. She'd never undressed a man before, and she hoped she wouldn't be clumsy. With shaking hands she removed his jacket, tie and shirt. When she pulled off his t-shirt, Howard was very careful not to lose his glasses.

Judy glanced with dismay at his wormy, pale, hairless chest. He was lean and trim but hardly muscular. His slender pale body didn't excite her at all, no more than his dull personality. But for two hundred dollars she felt she could endure almost anything. She dropped to her knees and helped him out of his shoes and socks.

Her hands started to tremble again as she unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. He was wearing baggy boxer shorts, and it was impossible to tell if his cock was hard. She got his trousers off and reached for the waistband of his shorts, her hands starting to perspire. Quickly she tugged the shorts off.

Then she got her first pleasant surprise of the evening. Dull, bespectacled Howard Wells was hung like a home.

Judy couldn't help gawking. She'd never seen a cock that big, she hadn't even dreamed they could be so large. His prick was a good eight inches long and seemed as thick as her wrist. The huge swollen purple head looked the size of a doorknob. His balls were enormous, too, fat and red and swollen. His erect cock wagged lewdly at her, and Judy felt a sudden moistening in her pussy.

She tried to imagine taking a cock that large into her snug little box. It was frightening and exciting at the same time. And of course she would be taking it very soon, whether she liked it or not. The thought made her a little nervous, and she leaped to her feet, her full tits bouncing. "There," she said.

Though his cock was hugely swollen and obviously ready, Howard still looked bored. "I'd like you to go lie on the bed, Judy," he said, "on your back."

Judy obeyed with some misgivings. She really wasn't sure she could take a cock that large. But there was no graceful way out of it now. She'd accepted his money, and he had an urgent cock-stand. If she tried to back out, he'd be furious and she'd surely lose her job. She sighed and lay down on the circular bed, opening her thighs.

Howard followed, still wearing his glasses, his big cock wagging heavily. Judy noticed that the big purple head was leaking plenty of thick gleaming juice. She was glad, because her little cunt was still quite dry from nervousness. They'd need all the lubrication they could get.

Without a word Howard crawled onto the bed and pulled Judy's shapely legs open wide. She blushed as he solemnly studied her ripe red gash, his eyes flitting from the tiny red shaft of her clit down to the shadowed mouth of her cunt and the light-brown wrinkle of her asshole. Then Howard crawled between her silky warm thighs and lay down on her.

He pressed the enormous hard head of his cock against the small dry mouth of her cunt and pushed very hard.

"Uhhhhhh," Judy gasped.

She was suddenly stuffed so full of thick cock-meat that she could hardly breathe. Howard grunted and shoved again, forcing his giant cock all the way to her womb. His hugely swollen balls came to rest against her moist tender pussy. His cock seemed even larger now that it was in her.

He began to fuck her in long, slow, deep strokes, and Judy gasped in fear, certain that he was going to split her tight little box with his giant prick. She whined and clawed at his shoulders and tried to wriggle off the enormous impalement of his thick cock, but she couldn't get away.

"Howard," she whimpered, "it's too big. Please, take it out of me."

Howard raised his head to look at her, and Judy was astonished at the change. He wasn't expressionless any more. He was grinning lewdly, evilly, and his glasses were steamy and crooked on his nose. His blue eyes glinted lustily as he worked his cock slowly and deeply in her snug little twat.