Norma Egan: Widespread wife

"Well, that's the way it goes," Tom said, calming down a little after he'd vented his rage by throwing his shoes and socks across the room. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and flung it into the pile of rumpled clothes. Then he stood up and started unzipping his pants.

Judy's interest picked up immediately. She stared hungrily at his crotch. He removed his pants and then started tugging down his jockey shorts. She saw his brown curly bush coming into view, then the milky-white stalk of his cock. To her intense disappointment, his prick was utterly limp.

"Me you all packed up for tomorrow?" he asked.

"What?" Judy said, bewildered.

Then she remembered. Tom, the salesman, traveled a lot for his company, and tomorrow he was leaving for a week in Florida and taking Judy with him. She'd looked forward to it, especially now that damp fall weather was hitting the northern city they lived in. But she wondered what would be the point in going, really. It would just mean lusting for Tom and getting no response. She might as well stay home and masturbate.

"I don't think I'll go after all, Tom," she sighed. "What?" he said, gawking at her. "But, Judy, honey, you were so excited about it. What made you change your mind?"

Judy decided to tell him the truth. She'd tried everything else, and it hadn't worked. "It's us, Tom," she said sadly. "Our sex life just isn't doing it for me any mote. You don't seem to want it as much as I do, and frankly I'm frustrated and horny. If I went to Florida with you, it'd be the same story only worse. I'd have nothing to do but sit around wanting you. I'd prefer to avoid the frustration."

Tom was blushing hotly as he listened to her. "But, baby," he said, "you're all wrong. Our sex life is just as great as ever. Damn it, I'll prove it to you right now – that is, if you want me to."

Judy could hardly contain her excitement. "Of course I do, darling," she said eagerly.

"Well, then, little lady, you just lie back and get ready," Tom said with a grin. "I'm gonna make you forget those silly notions of yours – and this nonsense about not going to Florida."

Judy lay on her back and purred like a contented cat. This was what she needed, a good long fuck from Tom, not that kiddy play with her own fingers. Tom finished removing his shorts and stood naked before her. His body drove her wild. He was so firm and tan and virile, his chest lightly furred with brown hair, his leg muscles taut and prominent. He grinned at her and took his flaccid cock in his fist. He gave it a couple of pumps, and to Judy's surprise it lurched into stiff erection.

So Tom could get it up, when he wanted to. She didn't have tithe to think about that, though, because he was climbing onto the bed beside her, taking her into his arms, kissing her. She could have used more extensive and imaginative foreplay, but nothing beat the hot heart-pounding excitement she felt when his rigidly erect prick rubbed against her tender mons.

"Ohhhhh, Tom," she sighed happily.

As he nuzzled and kissed her, Judy reached down and touched his rock-hard throbbing erection. He didn't mind if she touched him a little, but that was as far as she was allowed to go. She rubbed the big knob-like purple head of his dick, and in response, to her touch, hot juice trickled out. She wished Tom would use his hand on her pussy, that they could play with each other for awhile, but suddenly he was climbing onto her.

"Now you'll see how wrong you've been," he panted, settling down between her hot silky thighs. "Our sex life is just as good as ever, baby, and I'm gonna prove it to you."

Judy sincerely hoped so. With a happy sigh she opened her legs wider and let him work his hard trim pelvis into position. She gave a gasp of excitement when she felt the bulbous head of his cock poking around in her aroused swollen slit. He found her cunt and pushed into her. Judy felt such excitement, she didn't even breathe during the long delicious moment when his thick meat slowly stuffed her hungry little cunt. Then as his dick-head came to rest against her womb, she gave a helpless moan.

"Oh, my God,yes," she whined, "yes, Tom, darling, fuck me. I want it so bad. Fuck meeee!"

"Ssshhhh," Tom replied. "You know I like it when you're nice and ladylike and quiet, honey."

Judy bit her lip. She'd felt such pleasure, she'd just had to shout it out. But now she remained as quiet as she could while Tom started to work his cock in her tight slick little hole, fucking her in quick eager jerks. It felt terrific – but she knew from said experience that it wouldn't last long enough to suit her. He was a considerate husband and always brought her off once – just once. Judy would gladly have come a dozen times, but Tom said only whores did that.

His delightfully hard long cock probed and jabbed and stuffed her grateful cunt, and Judy grabbed for all the pleasure she could get. She let herself go, moaning softly, creaming furiously around his jerking cock. It felt so great, damnit. It wasn't long before she felt a powerful orgasm ripping through her body, and she screamed with pleasure. At the same moment she felt Tom's sperm blasting into her.

"There," he said smugly.

"But, Tom," Judy moaned, "I could have come again."

"Once is enough," he said.

"No, God damnit, it's NOT," Judy snapped. "I want to be fucked silly. I want to be balled till I can't walk. I want…"

"Stop it," Tom yelled back at her. "Judy, I've told you again and again, I want you to be more ladylike. I want you to stop using dirty words, and I want you to be consent with normal decent sex. I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. I wouldn't take you with me to Florida now even if you begged me to. Maybe that will teach you to do as I ask."

Fuming with anger and frustration, Judy turned her back on him and turned out the light. Damn him, anyhow – let him go to Florida alone. She didn't give a shit. Or did she? Though she was furious with him, she felt hot tears rising to her eyes, because she still loved him.

"Oh, hell," she mumbled. What was she going to do about this impossible man of hers? Maybe while he was in Florida she'd figure something out.

Judy and Tom hardly spoke to each other the next morning as he left for his trip to Florida. They were still angry at each other. But as the day wore on, Judy began to think she'd made a bad mistake, that she really should have gone with her husband. Now she'd be alone for a whole week, missing him, wondering if he'd forgive her.

By evening the feeling was unbearable, and Judy decided to go out for awhile just to get her attention on something else. She went to the neighborhood cocktail lounge that she and Tom usually patronized, Tony's. She felt a little odd about going in there alone, but she was prepared to deal with any man who tried to make a pass at her.

There was no problem, because at that early hour of the evening, there was nobody in the place except the owner and bartender, Tony De Franco, a handsome dark-haired man who was built like a bull. Judy had always liked Tony, and she flashed him a big smile as she sat down at the bar.

"Hey, Judy," Tony said, returning her smile, "where's Tom?"

"On a sales trip," Judy sighed. "I'm afraid we had a little fight, Tony, and I'm here to drown my sorrows." She tried to make it sound like a joke, but it must have come out serious, because Tony hastened away from the TV set to look more closely at her. He seemed very much concerned, reaching out to pat her hand.

"Hey, kid, that's really too bad," he said. "You guys are a great couple. But don't worry. I'll bet Tom will be more than ready to make up when he gets home."

"I hope so," Judy said.

"What can I bring you?" Tony asked.

Judy decided to have whatever would relax her fastest. "A martini," she said.