Norma Egan: Widespread wife

Oh, God, she was tempted. She wanted him desperately, and she had years of frustration to make up for. There'd been times during her marriage when she would have done anything for a decent fuck. But the image of Tom kept popping up in her mind. Her marriage was already in trouble. If she balled Tony, she'd probably destroy it beyond repair.

"No, Tony, I can't," she wept. "Please, get off me. You're not going to rape me, are you?"

He snorted with contempt. "I never raped anybody in my life," he said. "I never had to. And. I won't have to rape you, either, doll. I'm gonna make you BEG for it."

He pushed her tight jersey up over her bra, and then he reached under her and found her bra catch. Judy gasped and struggled, but his huge weight pinned her in place. Impatiently Tony literally ripped her bra in half, then pushed it up out of the way. Her gorgeous big round tits were just inches from his flushed and sweaty face, the light brown nipples standing up erect and saucy. Judy blushed hotly.

"Christ, you got beautiful boobs," Tony sighed. "It ain't fair for one guy to monopolize these knockers, baby. They oughta be a national monument."

Judy was so mortified, she couldn't even reply. No man but Tom had ever seen her naked breasts before now, and no man but Tom had ever fucked her. She felt shy as a schoolgirl as Tony stared at her tits. Then he was lowering his face, and she felt his hot slick tongue tickling over the tender pale surface of her jugs, rimming the sensitive nipples. In spite of herself she felt hot excitement.

"Tony, noooo," she whined, "for God's sake, think what you're doing. I'm a married woman."

"So what?" he laughed. "Come off it, Judy. I know you want me to make love to you. I could tell by the way you were acting at the bar. Just relax and enjoy it, for Chrissake."

Had it been that obvious? Had every man in the bar been able to tell how lonely and horny she was? Judy moaned with humiliation. Tony chuckled and started licking her tits again. His slippery tongue sailed around and around the reddish-brown buds of her nipples. Tom had never done that to her, never used his tongue on her tits. It felt wonderful.

"Ohhhh, God, noooo," Judy moaned, knowing how close she was to surrender.

Far from stopping, Tony clamped his smooth lips around one rigid nipple and started to suck it. The surprise and pleasure made Judy gasp, and she involuntarily arched her body up against his. She felt the hard long line of his cock right through his pants. Oh, God, he had a hard-on for her, and she knew he didn't intend to leave till he'd done something about it.

"Tony, stop, stop," she sobbed.

He just went on sucking her nipple noisily, sending maddening ripples of pleasure through her body. This was the kind of naughty, delicious foreplay she'd always wanted, but she hadn't expected to get it from another man. If only Tom had done this to her, she'd never have gone out alone to Tony's bar. Things hadn't turned out right at all.

"You dig that," Tony chuckled, "I can tell. I can feel it in your nipple. Now I'll do the other one."

Before she could protest, he left the spit-soaked rigidly erect nipple and moved to the other, sucking it swiftly into his mouth, bathing it with his blazing-hot saliva, tickling it with his tongue. Judy felt a powerful helpless spurt of juice from her long-deprived cunt. Oh, God, she had to do something before she completely lost control of herself.

"Tony," she gasped, "If you don't let me go right now, I'm going to have to tell Tom what you did."

"No, you won't," Tony laughed. "He'll ask you how you ever got into such a fix, and you'll have to tell him you went out alone. He ain't gonna like that. No, baby, you're not gonna tell ol' Tony anything?"

Damn him, he was right. Tom would be horrified to know she'd gone out drinking by herself. He'd say that she asked for whatever she got. He'd probably leave her. So what was she going to do? Tony's big hard body was pressing down on her, harder all the time, and his erect dick was rubbing her tender mons. He was sucking her responsive nipples into stiff points, making the big creamy globes swell up tight and hot. She was almost beyond the point of no return.

"Tony," she wept, "I'll never forgive myself if I cheat on Tom. I couldn't live with that."

"Bullshit," Tony laughed.

He suddenly ripped her pink stretch pants right down the front. It was nothing for a man, of his strength. Judy gasped with shock as she felt him pulling her tight pants right off. He tossed the ruined garment onto the floor. Now she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pink bikini panties.

"You promised!" she wailed. "You said you wouldn't rape me."

"I ain't gonna," Tony said. "I'm gonna persuade you, baby, not rape you."

"Like hell," Judy spat. "By tearing my clothes off, you ape?"

"No," Tony replied softly, "by doing this."

He slid one big hand down inside her panties and cupped the dainty fur patch of her mons. He pressed ever so lightly, and Judy felt a burst of lusty excitement that made her blush scarlet. Her whole muff was in his big hand, and he was squeezing and releasing, stimulating her mons. It felt terrific. With horror, she realized that she was starting to cream rivers of hot juice. She'd be so embarrassed if he noticed.

"You got a small snatch," he said appreciatively. "I like that. I don't like to struggle through some damn jungle to find what I want."

"Thanks loads," Judy said coldly. "Now will you please take your hand out of my pants? You're not persuading me to do anything."

"Oh, I will," Tony chuckled, "I will. For instance, here's something you're really gonna dig."

He eased a big sausage-like finger between the furry lips of her mons and touched the hot little button of her clit. The moment he touched it, Judy knew she was in the worst danger yet. Her one experience with masturbation had taught her how exquisitely sensitive her clit was. If Tom had ever played with her there, she'd have had no complaints about theft sex life. But instead it was Tony who was touching her there for the first time.

"Noooo," she wailed, "no, no, not that!"

Tony chuckled. He began to stroke her clit with the tip of his finger. It was a very delicate movement, very light, and yet it gave her instant wild pleasure. Her whole belly seemed to melt with it. Her cunt spewed out a flood of hot juice, and she couldn't hold back her shrill cries of delight. She was only human, damnit, and having her clit stroked was the greatest thing she'd ever felt in her life.

"Ahhhhhh," Judy squealed. "Ahhhh, no, no, Tony, please, don't do that! Oh, my God,ohhhhh!"

Tony just chuckled and went on playing with her clit. He seized the slippery little lump between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it. Judy screeched with pleasure and practically rose off the couch. More steamy rivers of juice gushed from her cunt, soaking her panties. If he didn't stop doing that to her, she was lost for sure.

"Let's see what kind of box you've got," Tony murmured.

He stopped the almost unbearably good movements on her clit and slid his hand down lower into her hot steamy crotch. Judy just lay there gasping for breath, too overcome to move or speak. She felt him easing one big stiff finger between her swollen cunt lips and then into her cunt itself. She moaned hoarsely as his finger slowly crept into her, exploring the seething wet interior of her twat. If only she could have his cock like that.

"Tight," he said excitedly, "real tight – and hot as hell. Jesus, you're almost as tight as a virgin, Judy. Don't ol' Tom ever ball you?"

"That's none of your damned business." Judy said angrily. "I want you to get out of here, Tony, get out right now."

He just laughed.

"I ain't going nowhere till I get me some of this sweet pussy," he said.