Nick Eastwood: X-rated wife

"Well," she said carefully, "when you've been married for five years, you start running out of ideas."

"Right," Jack said. "It gets dull fucking the same person all the time. But swinging would be the answer to that. You could stay married and both have fun. I think we oughta give it a try."

"We?" Robin said.

"You and me," Jack said. "I haven't discussed it with anybody else yet, not even Patty. I thought you and I could conduct a little experiment."

Robin studied him. She couldn't deny that Jack had always turned her on. He was well muscled, blond and tan, a very sexy guy. Sure, she'd love to fuck him. But at the same time, she felt guilty for even thinking about it. After all, she was a married woman and she loved her husband.

"Jack, that's silly," she laughed. "It's be like making it with my brother. Come on, we're just friends."

"We could be more than friends," Jack said, leering at her.

He took their drinks and set them on the coffee table. Robin saw what he was preparing to do, yet she seemed paralyzed. She was so stunned, she couldn't react. Jack scooted up right next to her, slipped his arms around her shoulders, and moved in for a kiss.

Robin couldn't believe how exciting it was. Other than her husband, he was the first guy she'd kissed since high school. It was wild, kissing somebody besides Gary. And Jack was very good at it. He was so good that she creamed right through her panties.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned helplessly.

Jack's tongue was sliding into her mouth, probing around sensuously. She couldn't stop creaming. Not only that, but her big ripe tits swelled up taut with lust. Her nipples went stiff and poked into Jack's chest. She just couldn't hide her excitement.

Jack finally drew back and looked at her. "Fun, huh?" he grinned.

"Well – uh – yes," Robin stammered, "but think, Jack. We're both married. I couldn't do anything to hurt Gary."

"I don't wanta hurt Patty, either," Jack said, "but how can she be hurt if she doesn't know? Come on, Robin. We could have a terrific time."

He kissed her again, and she wished she had on more clothes. All she wore was panties and a romper, not even a bra. Now Jack's hands were busy with the buttons of her romper. He managed to kiss her dizzy and unbutton her clothes at the same time. She felt his hands creeping inside.

"Jack!" she gasped, wrenching her mouth away from his. "Cut that out!"

Too late. His big hot hands were closing over her naked tits. Her tits were so sensitive, especially when they were engorged with lust. She moaned as he began squeezing and molding the big hot melons. More cream sizzled from her cunt and soaked through her panties.

"Damn it, Jack!" she whimpered. "Stop before we do something we'll regret!"

"There's nothing I'm gonna regret," he leered.

He slid the romper off her shoulders and arms, stripping her to the waist. His eyes grew hot and excited as he eyed her gorgeous full breasts. He grasped them again, squeezing and caressing, and Robin barely stifled a hoarse moan of lust. She had to be honest with herself – she wanted this.

She wanted it desperately. She sometimes imagined the rest of her life with Gary, their love-making getting less and less, and even more routine and dull. She didn't think she could stand it. She was still young. She needed more loving than her husband was giving her. Now her sexy neighbor was offering her a solution to her problem.

"Christ, you've got beautiful tits," he said huskily. "Patty really envies you."

"Let's leave Patty out of this!" Robin moaned.

"Exactly what I'm saying," Jack replied. "This is just between you and me."

He leaned down and stuck out his tongue and lashed it over her lust-stiffened nipples. She shuddered with excitement. She hadn't realized till now just how desperate she was for some decent loving, the kind she and Gary used to have before they got bored with each other.

She slumped back and trembled with mounting lust as Jack tongue-whipped her long stiff nipples. He pushed her big ripe tits together till the nipples met, then sucked both of them into his mouth. Her nipples encased in hot juicy flesh, Robin moaned helplessly.

"Oh, God, Jack, nooooo!" she cried.

But Jack wouldn't release her nipples. He sucked them loudly and greedily, driving her wild with horniness. She had a crazy impulse to just drag him into the bedroom and fuck his socks off. But she remembered Gary, and her guilt flooded back. How could she cheat on him?

"Jack!" she sobbed. "We've got to stop! I just can't do this to Gary!"

He popped his mouth from her spit-soaked nipples and leered.

"Maybe I can change your mind," he said. He suddenly wrenched her romper off the rest of the way, almost upending her. He pulled the garment off down her long luscious legs, leaving her in just her skimpy bikini panties. That was shocking enough, but Robin saw that he had a hard-on, too.

"Oh, no!" she gasped. "No way!" The fly of his pants was bulging. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too – but she just couldn't do it. She ached to let herself go with the man, make crazy love, but she'd made wedding vows to Gary. She jumped to her feet and faced Jack, hands on hips.

"Jack, go home," she said. "I'm not gonna do this. I love my husband."

"And I love my wife," he said, "but I'd sure like to get it on with somebody else now and then. Come on, Robin, that's no big deal. If we keep it secret, who's gonna be hun?"

He spoke calmly, soothingly, and he inched closer and closer to her. Then he moved very fast. Suddenly Robin found herself down on the shag carpet, with Jack's hand pushing its way inside her panties. He cupped the swollen hot flesh of her pussy and squeezed it. To her mortification, she filled his hand with thick scorching cream.

"Nooooo!" she moaned.

"Baby, you're hot!" he panted. "Hot and wet! Quit kidding yourself! You want this!"

He slid his middle finger over her clit. He made it stiff, working it back and forth over the supersensitive button, and Robin whimpered with pleasure. He knew just how to stroke her clit just the right speed and pressure. She never wanted him to stop. But she had to make him stop.

"Jack, please!" she sobbed.

He lay half on top of her, pinning her down on the rug, and she couldn't get free. She had to lie there and feel his stiff finger deliciously massaging her clit, driving her wild with horniness. To make things even worse, she could feel his cock against her thigh.

She could feel it right through his clothes, hot and hard and throbbing. All she had to do was say the word, and that nice hard cock could be fucking her hungry cunt, giving her the long delicious fucking she wanted so badly. The sex starved young housewife was having a terrible time controlling herself, but she reminded herself of Gary.

"Stop it, Jack!" she moaned. "I won't cheat on Gary!"

"Relax," he leered. "This isn't cheating." He slid his thick, stiff middle finger into her cunt. It was exactly the sensation she craved right now, something hard probing that slick and eager tunnel, cramming it full. Helplessly she moaned with pleasure and soaked Jack's hand with spurting hot cream.

"Oooooh, God, oooooh!" she wailed.

"Yeah!" Jack panted. "Let me get you off this way! No harm done! It's not cheating!"

Robin wondered if he was right. If they fucked, they'd be cheating for sure, but what about this? Was she breaking her marriage vows by letting another man finger-fuck her? She was dizzy with lust, she couldn't think straight. She just didn't want Jack's finger out of her cunt.

So she gave in to it, lying there with her thighs parted, moaning as he pistoned his stiff finger up and down on her hot greedy twat. It felt so damned good, she just had to have it. She'd permit herself this much. She'd get off, and then maybe she could think clearly again.