Norma Egan: Widespread wife

With a wicked chuckle Judy sucked his cock deeper into her wet hot mouth, all the way down to his soft-furred rosy balls. She felt her pussy blazing with excitement. She'd never taken his prick in her mouth before, but she'd secretly longed to suck his handsome cock. It was just as much fun as she'd dreamed. She gave a horny gurgle as she began to suck on his silky soft meat.

"Hey," Tom said, softer this time.

He was still staring at her like he couldn't believe his eyes, and when she started to suck on his cock, he very slowly blushed beet red all over. Judy's big brown eyes rolled a little with dizzy excitement, and her thick brown lashes fluttered. My God, she should have tried cock-sucking a long time ago. It really was a turn-on, and at last Tom was paying some attention to her.

She loved the soft warm weight of his cock on her tongue. She loved sucking it. Her excitement mounted by the second, and soon she was sucking his silky prick very fast and greedily, and she was making a lewd wet slurping noise. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, bathing his prick in fiery liquid. She stretched his limp dick out and let it snap back. She felt she could have gone on sucking him all night.

"Judy," Tom said sternly, "stop that. It's not right."

She stared at him, his spit-soaked cock halfway out of her pink-glossed lips. Tom pulled it the rest of the way out of her mouth, and it slapped wetly onto his thigh. He frowned at her as if scolding a naughty child. Judy couldn't believe it. She knew her husband was a little modest and uptight, but she couldn't believe any normal man would pass up the chance for a blow job.

"But, Tom," she said, "didn't you enjoy that? I was just doing it to please you."

"You don't have to act like a pervert to please me, Judy," he said coldly. "I like things the way they are. Now will you please get me another beer, and then let me watch this game in peace?"

Judy couldn't even speak, she was so pissed off. She stamped into the kitchen, her round full tits wobbling crazily, and seized a bottle of beer. She practically threw the icy bottle at Tom, and then she ran down the hall into the bedroom and slammed the door. She threw herself on the bed and started to weep with anger and frustration.

"My God," she wept, "what do I have to do to get laid around here?"

Judy was no whore. She was just an ordinary young woman with an ordinary need for sex – and her needs weren't being met. If Tom would just ball her twice a week, and do it with a little imagination would be great, she wouldn't ask for more. But she wasn't even getting that much. Something had to be done, or their marriage wasn't going to last. She wanted it to last. She loved Tom with all her heart.

Well, if she couldn't get him interested in sex, there was just one alternative. She wasn't going to be unfaithful to him. She'd just have to learn to satisfy herself. Judy blushed at the very thought of masturbating. She'd never tried it before. But in her present state of hot aching lust, she was ready to try anything.

She rolled over onto her back and spread her slim shapely legs. She grabbed a hand mirror from the dresser and stuck it down to reflect her crotch. Again she blushed. She'd never inspected herself down there before. It seemed silly that women were built so they couldn't even see their own pussies. She gawked open-mouthed at the strange reflection.

She saw her pretty brown muff diminishing into a fine circle of curls that surrounded ripe red glowing flesh. The fat scarlet lips of her cunt neatly guarded the tiny dark hole itself, and there was a little trickle of twat cream coming out, running down over the light brown wrinkle of her asshole. She parted the furry lips of her mons and saw the pea-size red lump of her clitoris. Blushing, she whisked the mirror away.

Now that she knew where everything was, she must learn to stimulate it all and bring herself off. That was the only choice Tom had left her. Blushing, feeling incredibly wicked, Judy put one trembling hand down into her crotch. The flesh seemed searing hot to her, tautly swollen and very wet. Now she knew what a hotly horny pussy felt like.

She stuck out one finger and moved it gently and slowly up and down her moist seething pussy. It felt very nice. She grew a little bolder and moved her finger faster and with more pressure. Her pleasure increased. Really interested now, she zeroed in on the plump red lips of her twat, massaging them forcefully with her fingertip. Sharp pleasure shook her body.

"Ummmmm," Judy murmured.

She fingered herself all over, exploring to find the spots she liked best. She discovered that her tiny red lump of a clit was by far the most sensitive organ of her whole body. Just the most delicate touch of her fingertip on the hot little bump sent powerful waves of pleasure through her pelvis. So she started concentrating on her clit.

"Ohhhh, my God," she gasped, "Nice!"

She pressed her fingertip more firmly against the hot pulsing button and began to rim it swiftly. Hot cream poured from her excited cunt, and she involuntarily arched her body upward to thrust her eager clit against her circling fingertip. It felt terrific. My God, if only Tom would play with her like this. But he never had. No doubt he found it perverse.

"Ummmm," Judy moaned, "Ummmmmmm."

She knew she must be making a spectacle of herself, lying stark naked on the bed, legs spread, eyes screwed shut, mouth twisted in a horny grin, as she fingered her own pussy, but she no longer cared. The exquisite pleasure of playing with her clit made her forget all modesty. Anyhow, there was no one to see her, not with her beloved husband plugged into the idiot box. She might as well just lie there and frig herself silly. She didn't have anything else.

"Oh, my gosh," Judy gasped.

She'd only been playing with herself for about a minute, and already she felt on the verge of coming. It was incredible how that funny little bump of flesh could give her so much pleasure. She decided to experiment again. She gently fingered her moist erect clit, and at the same time she started poking another finger stiffly in and out of her cream-filled cunt, just like a dwarf cock.

"Ooooooo," she moaned.

That felt even better. Her clit continued to respond to her stroking, firing off salvos of sweet sensation with each touch, and her cunt reacted eagerly to the stiff cock-like jerking of her finger. Her cunt was red-hot and slippery inside. She could imagine how great that would feel around a man as achingly stiff cock. Why didn't it appeal to Tom?

Well, to hell with Tom. If he wanted to get his kicks from watching football, she was certainly entitled to get hers from beating off. She moaned with excitement and forgot everything else but the mounting arousal in her pussy. She knew she was very very close to coming – and she sure as hell needed it!

Just as she felt herself hovering on the delicious edge of orgasm, Judy heard her husband shout: "SONOFABITCH!"

Then she heard him striding angrily down the hall toward the bedroom. Blushing scarlet, she whipped her cream-soaked fingers out of her crotch and hastily wiped them on a corner of the bedspread. She didn't have time to get under the covers or pretend to be asleep. Tom burst into the room and found her lying naked on the bedspread, her tits swollen up taut with arousal, her pussy soaked.

"Damn it all to hell," he muttered, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed. "My team had it all wrapped up, and then they blew it. Lost in the last ten seconds of the game." He took off one shoe and threw it across the room.

"Uh, that's too bad, honey," Judy said lamely.

She found it hard to say even that much. Tom couldn't have interrupted her at a worse time. She'd been so close to coming, just a microsecond from release, she was sure – and then he'd burst in and cheated her of the climax she so urgently needed. Her body quivered and ached with horniness. Oh, damn, damn it all! Whimpering with thwarted lust, Judy clamped her teeth shut to stop the noise.