Norma Egan: Wet and ready wife

Judy Prentiss stared at her husband's cock with longing.

"Joe, darling," she sighed, "are you sure we couldn't? I mean, there may be some other way."

Joe Prentiss sat in bed, naked except for the heavy cast encasing his whole left leg. He was the picture of frustration.

"No, dammit," he snapped. "For the last time, Judy, we'll just have to forget about fucking until this cast comes off the damn thing's in the way."

"But. Joe, that could be weeks," Judy moaned. "Please, darling, let's try some of the things I was telling you about." Joe glared at her.

"Judy, shut up and go to sleep," he said.

After five years of marriage, Judy could tell when her husband's temper was about to boil over. She turned off the bedside lamp and curled up in bed without a word. But inside she seethed with longing. Ever since Joe broke his leg at work, three weeks ago, she'd been horny as hell.

The problem really wasn't the cast, it was Joe's hopelessly old-fashioned attitudes about sex. He'd only make love in one way, with him on top, and Judy couldn't convince him to try the other positions she'd read about. But at least after tonight she wouldn't have to lie beside him in bed and long for him. She'd be busy somewhere else.

Judy had had to get a job to supplement Joe's unemployment checks, and tomorrow would be her first day. She'd managed to be hired as a cocktail waitress at a nightclub called the Flamingo. The job would keep her busy from eight in the evening till well after midnight. She didn't like being separated from Joe that long, but it was better than the aching lust she felt now.

The next evening Judy reported for work at the Flamingo and was told to go see the owner, Mr. Tony Rossi. She knocked timidly at his office door. She'd been hired by the club's hostess and hadn't met Rossi yet. She hoped he wouldn't change his mind when he saw her.

"Come in," Rossi boomed.

Judy entered a plush large office and saw an attractive man sitting behind a desk and smoking a cigar. Tony Rossi appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and he had black hair and mustache, a deep taxi, and bright brown eyes. His features were handsome, but there was something sinister about them, too.

"I'm Judy Prentiss," she said. "The new girl."

"Oh, yeah," Rossi said. "Come closer."

Judy shyly crossed the room and stood before Rossi's desk. He studied her in silence. He saw a petite but curvy girl of twenty-five with short curly red hair. Judy's face was pretty enough, but her most attractive feature was her large firm breasts. Rossi's dark eyes focused on the ripe thrust of her tits, and Judy reddened.

"Well, I don't know," he said. "You're kinda short."

"Oh, please, Mr. Rossi," Judy said, "I really need the job. My husband broke his leg and can't work. I learn fast, I really do, and if I wear heels I won't be so short."

"Well, I only use the very best-looking girls," Rossi said, "but I'll check you out. Take off your clothes."

"WHAT?" Judy asked, shocked.

"Honey," Rossi said wearily, "I can't hire you unless I see your figure. I gotta know how you'll look in your costume. So undress – if you want the job."

Judy turned even redder. She'd never undressed for any man but her own husband. She wanted to run out of the room, but she really needed the job. It paid well, and she didn't have the skills to do anything but wait on tables. It looked as if she had no choice but to take off her clothes for Rossi.

"All right," she said nervously.

Judy unbuttoned her prim white blouse and pulled it off, blushing hotly all the while. Rossi's eyes glittered as he studied the tightly-packed cups of her pink bikini bra. Judy felt as if his look was burning right through her. With trembling hands she reached for the zipper of her tweed skirt and tugged it down.

"Come on, come on," Rossi sighed, "I ain't got all night."

Judy hastily opened the zipper and let her skirt fall to the floor. She stood before Rossi wearing only her skimpy bra and a little pair of pink bikini panties. Rossi admired her curvy little body, ripe round tits and shapely legs. He took in her creamy skin, tiny firm waist, and the adorable little globes of her ass.

"There," Judy said, red-faced with embarrassment, "I hope I'll look all right in the costume."

"I won't know," Rossi said, "till you finish taking off your clothes."

"Finish?" Judy gasped. "But-but isn't this enough?"

"I have to check for scars," Rossi said, looking bored and impatient. "Now, do you want this job or not?"

Judy hadn't known how hard she could blush until that moment. No man had ever seen her naked except Joe, and she could hardly bear the idea of stripping for a complete stranger. But, dammit, she had to have the job. In two weeks of looking, it was the only decent job she'd found. And she and Joe urgently needed the money.

"Yes, Mr. Rossi," she said grimly.

Judy reached around and unhooked her flimsy little bra. Rossi remained behind his desk, puffing on his cigar, eyeing her coolly, as if he were judging livestock. Judy had never felt so embarrassed in her life as when she drew off her bra and revealed her naked breasts.

"Hey, not bad. Not bad at all," Rossi said, showing enthusiasm for the first time.

He ogled Judy's lovely grapefruit-size boobs. The ripe creamy globes stood straight out, firm and flawless, capped with dainty little pink nipples. Judy stood there blushing furiously. She'd always been proud of her pretty tits, but she didn't like some stranger ogling them.

"Okay, now the panties," Rossi said. "And hurry up. I got business to take care of."

Judy felt total mortification as she tugged down her flimsy pink panties. Rossi's eyes glittered as she removed her last garment. Unable to bear it, Judy turned around and first unveiled the lovely firm rounds of her little butt. Her panties slithered down her legs to the floor.

"Turn around, baby," Rossi said gruffly. "I'm a big boy. I seen naked chicks before."

Cheeks burning, Judy turned and let Rossi see the fiery-red curls of her small triangular bush. Thank God Joe wouldn't have to know about this incident – he'd have a fit. It was hard enough for Judy herself to endure it, standing there stark naked while Rossi looked her up and down.

"Real nice," he commented. "Yeah, you'll be okay in the costume."

"Thank goodness," Judy sighed.

She started to reach for her clothes, but Rossi said, "Just a minute. There's one more thing I gotta check. Step into that next room."

There was a doer behind his desk, and Judy sighed and went to it. She supposed it didn't matter now that she was naked. He'd already looked her over thoroughly and seen everything he could. She opened the door and walked into a smaller room. It contained nothing but a bed.

Judy whirled to face Rossi, her face flaming. He'd gotten up from his desk and was following her into the little, bedroom. She squealed with alarm and tried to brush past him, but he grabbed her shoulder and steered her inside and, closed the door. Judy backed away from him.

"Just what is it you have to check out, Mr. Rossi?" she said nervously.

He was taking off his tie.

"I like to make sure I get along with all my girls," he said. "I like to get along with them real well."

Judy just couldn't believe what was happening. She backed up against the wall and gawked as Tony Rossi stripped naked in front of her. Why, she hadn't been in his office five minutes, and he was suggesting that they get it on. It was insane, outrageous.

"Mr. Rossi," she said, "I'm a married woman. I wouldn't dream of going to bed with anyone but my husband. I never have, and I never will."

Rossi laughed and began to unzip his fly.