Norma Egan - Widespread wife

"Oh, no," Judy whimpered, "No!"

"Come off it, slut," Tony panted. "You know you dig it. You were born for this, baby. I know, I've seen you in action. This is the life for you."

She hated him, but even as he spoke his taunts she could feel her naughty little asshole responding eagerly to the deep hard thrusts of his cock. The pain and fright were gone, replaced by hot desire, and her immoral pussy began to swell and dream. Then to her horror, Judy felt herself coming, her aroused asshole tightening around the ramming pole of his cock.

"Ohhhhh, my God, yes," she wailed, "yes, give it to me, fuck my ass, ohhhhhhh!"

She heard Tony moan, felt the fiery blast of his jism deep in her bowels – and then he was pushing her away roughly, like something to be used and discarded, a throwaway girl. She landed on the carpet, sobbing.

"I made my point," he said. "You're good for nothing but hustling. You show up for work tomorrow, or I'll be around to show your husband those pictures."

Tom came home the next day. At first Judy was so glad to see him, she forgot the terrible dilemma she was in. But as Tom hugged and kissed her, she remembered that at any moment Tony might show up with the incriminating photos – and her marriage would be over. What was she going to do?

She'd thought about it all night, and she'd finally come to the conclusion that she'd have to tell Tom everything, tell him herself. That could end their marriage, too, but at least it was better than letting Tony break the news that she'd been a hooker. It almost killed her to have to tell Tom so many things that would hurt him, but thanks to that rat Tony, he'd find out anyway.

"Tom," she said uneasily after their hugging was over, "I have to tell you something."

"A little later, okay, honey?" Tom said with, a grin. "Right now I got something else on my mind. Let's go in the bedroom."

Judy blushed with shame. Obviously Tom had been faithful to her during the week he'd been away, because all he could think of now was sex. HE hadn't played around, hadn't seen any reason to stray. She felt so guilty she could hardly meet his eyes as they walked down the hall to their bedroom. She was going to have to tell her awful story now, before Tony got there.

"Tom, please listen," she said as they sat down on the edge of the bed. "This is very important."

"Ummm-hmmm," Tom murmured, kissing her neck. "Can't it wait a few minutes? I really want you, Judy."

Glancing down at the crotch of his pants, she saw that he wasn't kidding. His aching erection grotesquely tented his fly. She wished she could just forget everything else and make love with Tom – and then she remembered that she'd be doomed to disappointment. Tom was a lousy lover. Maybe the shock she was about to give him would make him change. In any case, she didn't dare put it off any longer.

"Tom," she said grimly, "I've been unfaithful to you. I've been with several other men while you were gone."

He jerked away from her as if he'd been stung. His face went pale and his erection withered. Judy saw a look of disgust and hatred coming aver his handsome face as she slowly and haltingly told him the whole story – about how she'd gone out alone, connected with Tony, and then found herself forced into prostitution. She could hardly keep back the tears as she watched Tom's love turn to revulsion.

"So that's it," she concluded dismally. "I'm not apologizing, Tom. That wouldn't be nearly enough. It just happened, that's all, and I thought you had a right to know."

Tom leaped to his feet and raised his arm as if to strike her. Judy waited feeling she deserved it, but the blow didn't come. Instead he lowered his arm again and gave a deep sigh. The look on his face was icy cold.

"No, I won't hit you," he said wearily. "That would be too easy. I have a better idea, whore. I'm horny, you've learned a whole bunch of new tricks – so why don't you just give me a little demonstration? Treat me just like your other customers."

Judy wished she could sink through the floor.

So this was the ugly ending to her beautiful marriage! Tom stood sullenly before her, not making a move to touch her. She was the hooker, she was in charge. Miserably, Judy stood up, went to him, and started to remove his clothes.

"Part of the service, I assume," Tom said coldly. Judy couldn't reply. She was too close to tears.

She gently helped Tom out of his clothing, once again seeing the tan muscular body she loved, the crisp mat of black hair on his chest, the pure clean pale flesh of his cock, his flat hard belly and trim ass – this body would never be hers again. This would be her last time with Tom.

"Do you want to undress me?" she asked mechanically, just as a call girl might ask her client.

"No thanks," Tom snapped.

"Then go lie down," Judy said, "I'll be right with you."

She switched on the little bedside radio and got some rock music. She began dancing to it as she undressed. Just part of the service, like Tom said. Yet secretly she hopes to arouse just a spark of warmth in those cold blue eyes. He watched her with interest but not, with love. He watched her like an interesting but not very important toy.

Judy slithered out of the sexy pink negligee she'd worn to greet him in. She stood in matching pink bra and panties, tiny lacy things which she'd hoped would excite him. He was excited, all right, but not in the way she wanted. He didn't give a damn about her any more. He only wanted her cunt. She picked up the tempo of the music as she reached around to unhook her bra.

"Very good," Tom said sarcastically. "You sure have learned a few things, Judy. I hope you have a very happy career."

He wasn't even hard. He lay there naked, gorgeous to Judy's eyes, watching her expert striptease, but all he felt was anger and resentment.

Well, she'd do her best to change that. She flung aside her little pink bra and let her big round boobs swing and jiggle with her dancing, the small reddish-brown nipples jerking wildly. Tom's eyes got wider.

Still keeping up the fast tempo of the music, Judy started wriggling out of her tight pink panties. Tom pretended to be lazy and indifferent, but she could see him straining for a better look as she inched the skimpy panties down over the top of her glossy black muff. She proceeded with tantalizing slowness till at last she stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.

"I never even knew you could dance," Tom gulped.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Judy said, smiling grimly.

For instance, even though he was her husband, he'd never bothered to find out how she liked to make love. They always did it his way, whether she liked it or not. Suddenly powerful resentment flared up in Judy's mind. Damn him, he had his faults, too. She wasn't the only guilty party. If he'd treated her right in bed, she would never have gotten mixed up with Tony and the other men.

Wantonly, Judy danced nearer and nearer the bed, her big pale breasts wobbling wildly, her cute little black muff brazenly thrust forward with just the moist red tip of her clit poking out. She saw Tom's eyes settle hungrily on her crotch. She might just be able to use that hunger to teach him a lesson.

She swung close to him and actually brushed his face with her soft furry muff. Tom reddened but didn't draw back. He was definitely interested now. He made a grab for her, but she danced out of the way, she stuck out her saucy little ass in defiance. Tom looked shocked at her lewd performance.

"Uh, that's enough of the dancing," he said, trying to sound like a bored customer. "Why don't we just get it on?"

"Sorry," Judy said calmly, "but you said I was supposed to show you my tricks – and I've hardly started. You're going to get the whole show, so be patient."