Norma Egan: Widespread wife

Five martinis later, the bar was full of noisy patrons, but Judy hardly noticed them. She was lost in thought. Nobody had bothered her, thanks to Tony, who steered away all the leering drunks making in her direction. Occasionally Judy looked up and watched Tony, admiring his broad shoulders and the soft cat-like way he moved in spite of being such a big man. She wondered what he'd be like in bed.

Stop that! she told herself. She felt mere than a little attraction to Tony, but she was never going to cheat on Tom, and she had no business ogling the handsome bartender like a dirty old woman. Nevertheless she found it hard to take her eyes off Tony. She also found it difficult not to think about being in bed with him, his cock hard, moving into her. Perhaps unlike Tom he'd bring her off as many times as she wanted.

She couldn't stop thinking about it, wondering what kind of lover he'd be – so it was obviously time to go home. Go home and masturbate, that was the answer, get rid of her dangerous lust. No more bar-hopping, either. Booze just brought out the feelings of horny longing that she was trying to suppress. Judy climbed off the bar stool and started to take a step, only to find that she was very drunk.

"Oops," she gasped, stumbling.

Tony happened to be passing by, and he almost spilled a tray of beer as he lurched to catch her. One big hand got her by the arm, and Tony steadied her, keeping her from falling. Judy blushed beet red. She felt like an idiot, getting drunk, not even able to walk to the door. She sat down on the bar stool again and waited for the room to stop spinning.

"Thank you, Tony," she said.

"It's okay," he said, "but don't try to go anywhere till I can help you, Judy. We'll be closing in just a few minutes, and then I'll walk you home."

Judy didn't like putting him out, but she knew she wouldn't make it back to her apartment without assistance, so she sat and waited while Tony cleaned up the bar and turned out the lights. Clinging to his huge strong arm, she managed to make it to her apartment. He walked her right to her door.

"Tony, how can I ever thank you?" she said. "I feel like such a fool."

"Hey, everybody's entitled to tie one on now and then," he laughed pleasantly. "As for how you can thank me, how about asking me in for a drink?"

"Of course," Judy said.

She finally managed to get her key in the door, and she let Tony into the small but attractively furnished apartment. She started for the kitchenette to make drinks, but again she stumbled, and Tony caught her. She fell against him, her breasts flattening against his big hard chest. When she felt the warmth of his body and his good masculine scents, she experienced a wave of lust so powerful that she almost moaned.

"God, I'm clumsy," she laughed nervously, wriggling out of his embrace.

"You just had a few too many martinis," Tony laughed. "Sit down, and I'll make the drinks."

Judy sat on the couch, and in no time at all Tony was beside her, pressing a drink into her hand. She took a swallow, and he got settled next to her. He seemed to be very close. In fact their thighs were touching. It made Judy more excited thaw she wanted to be. My God, she had to remember that she was a married woman and loved her husband!

"So Tom's gone for awhile?" Tony said softly as he slipped one big brawny arm around her shoulder.

"Y-yes, to Florida, for a week," Judy stammered.

She tried to lean forward to escape his arm, but he simply curled his powerful fingers around her and held her in place. Judy gave up the struggle and leaned back against him. Hell, there was nothing to worry about. Tony was an old acquaintance, and he was just being friendly.

"So what are you gonna do with yourself for a whole week?" he said.

"I don't know," Judy answered. "The usual, I guess. Cook and shop and clean, watch TV, do a little reading."

"Sounds pretty dull," said Tony. "I could think of a lot more exciting things for you to do."

"Like what?" Judy said.

"Oh, like this," said Tony.

He leaned down and kissed her. Her reaction time was way down from all those martinis, and she didn't even move her face aside. She felt Tony's firm warm lips pressing aggressively, then his slick hot tongue creeping into her mouth. She knew she should put a stop to it right away – but she was overcome with such horny, dizzy longing that she felt paralyzed. She gave a little gurgling sound, half lust and half fright.

Tony's tongue seemed to be halfway down her throat. She tried to push away, but there was no fighting that big brute of a man. He held her and kissed her for as long as he wanted to, and her feeble efforts got her nowhere. But she had to fight it, because she was in real danger. She wanted this man. Her heart was knocking, and her pussy was growing hot and swollen and wet with juice. Oh, God, how she wanted him!

But she loved Tom. How was it possible to love Tom so much and yet have the hots for Tony? She didn't understand. She only knew that if she didn't get away from Tony, she was going to do something she'd regret the rest of her life. She was practically lost already. The crotch of her panties was soaked with her horny cunt cream, and she ached to surrender, to feel his cock inside her.

At last Tony paused for breath, and Judy jerked her flaming face away from his.

"Tony," she gasped, "I'm shocked. I thought you were Tom's friend."

"I am," he grinned. "I'm looking out for his interests, baby. I'm teaching you a lesson. I'm teaching you what happens to foxy little chicks who go out drinking alone."

This was a Tony she'd never seen before. He was actually leering at her – big gentle Tony who'd always been so polite and soft-spoken at the bar. It was like she'd created a monster. Horrified, Judy started backing away from him on the couch. He grinned and moved right along with her, his eyes focused hungrily on the big firm rounds of her tits.

She wished now that she hadn't worn such a provocative outfit. She had on tight pink stretch pants and a matching jersey that clung, outlining every curve of her body. As she'd gotten aroused by Tony, her nipples had gone stiff and pointed, and they were apparent now even through her bra.

Tony was ogling her luscious figure like a starving man at a banquet.

"Tony, please," Judy said weakly, "I love my husband. I never want to be unfaithful to him."

"Then why did you go out alone?" Tony said. "You were asking for this, Judy. I saw you looking at me all evening. I know when a woman wants me. What's wrong, you and Tom not making it enough?"

Judy blushed furiously. Tony had hit her problem perfectly, but she wasn't going to admit it. That would just be inviting more trouble. She kept backing up till the arm of the couch stopped her. Tony moved in till their knees touched and she could feel the radiating heat of his big muscular body. He was licking his lips.

"There's nothing wrong with Tom and me," she said defiantly. "I just missed him and wanted to get out of the apartment for awhile. Damnit, that doesn't mean I was looking for someone else. Please, Tony, I think you ought to leave."

He laughed as he reached far her. The next thing she knew, he'd dragged her down on the couch, onto her back, and he was half lying on her, kissing her, licking her, and panting. His strength was incredible, and there was no way she could move his massive weight off her. She was in real trouble now. She burst into tears and started pummeling his huge shoulders with her little fists – to no avail, of course.

"Oh, Tony, no, no," she sobbed. "I don't want to hurt Tom."

"What he don't know won't hurt him," Tony panted. "I've had the hats for you a long long time, Judy. I've been dying to get into your pants. Why don't you just relax, honey and let me make you feel good?"