Norma Egan - Widespread wife

Blushing hotly, she drew the bra forward and away, unveiling her large perfectly round breasts. To her shame, her red-brown nipples were erect and pointed. Dale licked his lips briefly as he ogled her firm creamy-white boobs, but he made no move to get up and touch her. Judy reached for the waistband of her panties, then stopped. She just couldn't take that last step, showing him her most intimate parts.

"Go on," Dale said calmly.

"Oh, please," Judy breathed.

He gave a little sigh of impatience, "You're new at this, aren't you?" he said. "Well, let me advise you, my dear, that there's no way out. Tony De Franco is an utterly ruthless man. If you don't do what he wants, he'll make you sorry you were born. Believe me, it will be easiest just to do it and get it over with."

Something in his slow cool tone told her he wasn't kidding. Moaning with mortification, Judy slipped her thumbs inside her panties and started easing the garment downward. The panties were cut very low, bikini style, and it wasn't long before Dale could see the first fine black hairs of her muff. It was all too short a time, in Judy's opinion, before her panties slithered down her long legs and puddled around her ankles. She stepped out of the tangled heap of garments and stood there naked and trembling.

"Beautiful," Dale said. "Tony has certainly picked a winner this time. Turn around for me a few times, please."

He watched intently as Judy nervously turned around, showing him her pert little ass, then again her big quivering tits and the neat black triangle of her mons. She wanted to fall through the floor. At last Dale signaled her to stop. He set aside his martini and stood up.

"Now undress me," he said.

Judy reminded herself of how Tom would feel if he knew of her shameless adultery. Then she walked over to Arthur Dale and quickly took off his necktie. Fortunately he was wearing a lot of clothes, and it wasn't too embarrassing to remove his jacket, shirt, undershirt, pants, shoes and socks. But when he was just standing there in his shorts, she could hardly bring herself to touch him.

Avoiding his eyes, blushing hotly, Judy seized the waistband of his shorts and started drawing the garment down. Dale's skin was cool, like the rest of him. He was immaculately clean and smelled nice, but she felt no lust for him. As she saw the first salt-and-pepper hairs of his bush, she felt panic. Was she really going to have to ball this man?

She tugged his shorts down a little more, and there was his cock, limp and pale. It was a long thin prick, no match for Tony's giant cock but respectable in size. She couldn't help ogling the pale blue-veined flesh and the soft rosy head of his dick. She hadn't seen very many cocks in her life – only Tom's before this week.

She knelt to help him step out of his shorts, and Dale touched her shoulder to steady himself. It was all she could do not to yelp and draw away. She was beginning to wonder if the man had blood or ice water in his veins. He didn't seem to be the least bit excited as he finally stood naked before her.

"Lie down," he instructed. "On your back."

So here it comes, Judy thought miserably.

Now she was going to have to spread her legs for this stranger, allow him to poke his cock into her body. But how did he expect to do that with a limp dick? Dale's cock was still utterly flaccid as he bent over her, swinging lewdly from its nest of black and white hairs. Dale knelt beside her, but instead of mounting her he began to touch her. He caressed her body, starting with her toes.

"Yes, you're very beautiful," he said. "What was your name again?"

"Judy," she said, almost sobbing. "Please, Mr. Dale, could we just get it over with?"

He looked impatient. "No, we'll do it my way," he said. "I want to touch you first. You might as well just lie back and relax, my dear. You might even find it pleasant."

Pleasant? To have that cold bony hand crawling all over her body? Judy almost laughed in her bitterness. But of course Dale was right. She had no choice, so she might as well take it easy. She went as limp as she could. Meanwhile Dale had worked his hand up her legs and was just touching the delicate black fur of her mons.

"Open your legs a little," he said.

Judy obeyed, blushing miserably. She opened her legs just enough for Dale to get his hand between her silky warm thighs. He cupped her glowing-hot pussy and squeezed gently a few times. In spite of her revulsion, Judy felt a little tingle of pleasure. Then he drew his hand back and pried open the plump lips of her mons. He drew back the black-furred lips and exposed the rich scarlet flesh and the pea-size lump of her clitoris. Judy could practically feel his cold blue eyes boring into her flesh as he leisurely studied her exposed slit.

"Excellent," he remarked.

Again Judy suppressed a bitter laugh. Excellent, indeed. She wondered what standards he had for judging pussies, how he rated them. Maybe that's all he did, just look. Glancing over at his crotch, she saw that his prick was still dangling loose and limp, showing not a trace of arousal. Maybe the creep just got off on staring between women's legs.

"Perhaps this will relax you," Dale said.

He seized her hot little clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it gently but swiftly. It relaxed her, all right. She felt a lightning bolt of pleasure that almost lifted her off the rug. She had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning, and she felt hot cream pour out of her suddenly aroused cunt to puddle on Tony's expensive carpet. My God, it felt great!

"Don't be afraid to make noise," Dale said. "I enjoy it."

Well, that was good, because she could hardly keep from screaming. Dale kept speeding up his delicious frigging of her clit, and sharp pleasure was wracking her body. Helplessly she let her legs fall wider open, exposing all of her ripe red pussy with its delicate circle of black curls. Dale might be some kind of weirdo, but he sure as hell knew how to play with her clit. He was working it like an expert.

"Ahhhh," Judy whined, unable to keep quiet any longer.

"That's good," said Dale. "I like it when you do that, Judy. I want you to be very very excited."

Judy didn't have much choice in the matter. She was already excited enough to climb the walls. Dale held the tiny marble of her clit and rubbed with dazzling speed, so that the tingling pleasure never stopped. She was panting, moaning, writhing, creaming all over his hand. Then she felt his other hand creeping into her steamy little crotch. She felt his stiffened middle finger sliding slowly into her soaked little box.

"Ooooo,yes," she wailed. "My God, yessss! Ohhhh, that feels so good!"

Tony would have chuckled, Tom would have blushed, but Dale merely licked his lips in an almost delicate way as she helplessly moaned her joy. He went on pushing his finger into her flaming-hot cunt, and all the while he studied her reaction with his cold blue eyes. But it didn't bother Judy any more. The things he was doing to her felt just too great. She didn't give a damn about anything but her own feverishly excited pussy.

"Ahhhhh," she whined, "ahhhhh, deeper!"

Dale thrust his finger into her clear to the last knuckle, and then he began to pump it like a little cock. At the same time he went on kneading her clit like crazy. The combination was just too much. Her fact twisted in a horny grimace, Judy began to howl her delight and to jerk her aroused cunt up and down on his stiffly impaling finger. In just about one second she was going to come, she could feel it.

"Faster," she panted, "frig me faster! Just a little more. Oh, God, yes. Yes. Keep your finger in deep. Don't stop playing with me. I'm going to come!"

But just then Dale drew his hands away, leaving her panting and writhing like a beached fish. He sat back and watched her as she moaned with frustration. What kind of kinky game was he playing, anyhow? Judy caught her breath and glared at him, but she could see no special satisfaction in his eyes.