Norma Egan: Widespread wife

He began to thrust his finger stiffly in and out of her wet hot cunt, like a miniature cock, and Judy bit her lip to quell her cries of pleasure. Damn him, damn him, he was getting her so frantically aroused, she could hardly stand it. Yet she still thought of Tom and her marriage, and she knew she couldn't stand the guilt of adultery.

"Oh, please, Tony, let me go," she sobbed. "You can have other girls."

"I want you," he said, "and I know you want me, Judy. You want me real bad. Shit, you're creaming right into my hand."

To her mortification, she was. She could feel it now, her steady hot cunt cream pouring out into Tony's palm. She blushed deeply and closed her eyes, unable to meet his leering, knowing gaze. He pumped his finger in her twat a moment longer, then withdrew it. She heard a zipper opening, and in alarm she looked at him again.

"Here's what you want, doll," he said, displaying his naked erect cock.

Judy gawked. The man was hung like a horse. She hadn't known cocks could be that big. Tony sported nine inches of incredibly thick meat, a great pale blue-veined giant of a cock that ended in a huge purple head that looked as big as a doorknob to Judy. Looking at that fantastic prick, she almost fainted with longing.

Tony seemed to be able to read her mind. He chuckled and said, "Yeah, it's a big one, ain't it? Just the kind you been dreaming about. Well, be patient, baby, 'cause you're gonna get it in just a second."

He reached down and ripped her panties off. His pants were already down to his knees. He let himself down on her, his huge hard erection poking eagerly against her steamy pussy. Judy screamed and tried to close her legs, but it was too late. He used his powerful legs to open her thighs effortlessly. She felt the enormous rock-hard head of his prick butting the mouth of her cunt.

"No," Judy screamed, "Tony, please, no!" He clapped a hand over her mouth, and then she felt her small cunt being slowly invaded by the enormous length and thickness of his cock. He pushed and grunted, stretching her small box almost to bursting. She pushed at his shoulders, but it was no use. He was all the way into her, impaling her on his great sausage of a prick – and she was lost.

"Ummmmmm," she mumbled under his hand.

It felt plainly and simply terrific, and when he started moving in her, she knew it was the kind of fucking she'd been longing for all these years. She gave herself up to the deep hard strokes, creaming furiously all around his slamming dick. She threw her legs around his waist and moaned. Tony took his hand off her mouth.

"No more bullshit now?" he panted. "You dig it, don't you, Judy? You like me to ball you?"

"Yes," she whined, "Oh, God, yes! I love it, Tony!"

He fucked her harder, faster. "You love my cock?" he hissed.

"I love your cock," Judy babbled.

His huge dick was raping her tiny hot box, plunging in and out savagely, but she was going crazy with pleasure. She tightened her legs around his waist, digging his meat even deeper into her hungry cunt, and she clawed his big shoulders. Her voice got hoarse because she couldn't stifle her delighted cries.

"Tell me, tell me," he gasped, "tell me how you love it, baby. I wanta hear it."

"Ohhhhhh, God," Judy shrieked, "fuck me, fuck me, Tony, don't ever stop. I love it. Ohhhhhhhh!"

It went on and on, just like in her wildest fantasies, and she came again and again. She could hardly believe she wasn't dreaming. This was the way she'd always wanted to be fucked, the way she wanted Tom to make love to her. She was sorry about Tom, but all she could think of just then was Tony's super prick banging her into crazy dizzying joy.

Hours seemed to have passed when Judy finally felt Tony's cock blasting off inside her and going limp. She'd lost track of how many times she'd come. She breathed a loud sigh of fulfillment and satisfaction as the burly bartender rolled off her. It had been the kind of love-making she'd dreamed about for years.

"You get enough?" Tony chuckled as he dressed.

"Ummmm-hmmmm," Judy murmured lazily. She felt exhausted. That much balling was really hard work.

"Well, you rest up," he said, "because I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll be over as soon as I close the bar."

He walked out of the apartment before Judy could say a word. That made her a little angry. He hadn't asked her if she wanted him to come back. But, then, didn't she? Her blood boiled with excitement at the very thought of being with him again.

But another feeling was taking over rapidly, a horrible feeling of guilt. Judy got off the couch with a moan of anguish and staggered down the hall to her bedroom. She looked at herself in the minor. Her hair was tousled, her body sweaty and bruised from the rough prolonged love-making. Tony's jism was leaking down her legs.

She felt completely disgusted with herself. Tom hadn't even been gone a whole day yet, and already she'd gone out and picked up a man. She'd been unfaithful to her husband for the first time. Tom might be an unimaginative lover, but he didn't deserve anything like this. She was no more than a slut, fucking the first man who picked her up.

"Oh, my God," Judy sobbed, "what have I done?"

She didn't get much sleep, her conscience was bothering her so much, but when she got up the next day, she firmly vowed that she wouldn't let Tony in the apartment when he came around that night. She couldn't repair the damage she'd already done, but she could do the next best thing. She could see that it never happened again.

She was watching a late movie on television when the doorbell rang. Judy blushed furiously, knowing it had to be Tony. At the same time she felt a burst of hot juice from her cunt and an eager tingling in her pussy. That part of her had no conscience at all. But her brain was functioning just fine, and it reminded her of her resolution never to cheat on Tom again.

She had the door chain locked, and she opened it just an inch. Tony was there, gorgeous and grinning. She knew she'd love to be with him again, that she was more than ready for another session of his fantastic fucking, but she firmly put those thoughts away. She had to think of her marriage.

"Go away, Tony," she said quietly. "I'm not going to see you again."

He scowled down at her.

"What kinda bullshit is that?" he said angrily. "You loved it last night when I was balling you."

"Ssshh," Judy said nervously. "The neighbors might hear."

"Oh, yeah?" Tony snarled. "Well, they'll hear a lot more than that if you don't open this fucking door, baby. You want me to describe what we did last night?"

With a gasp of horror Judy unlocked the door. That was all she needed, for everyone in the apartment building to hear the details of her infidelity. Tony barged in and helped himself to a drink. Judy tapped her foot and fumed. How was she going to deal with this creep?

"Look," she said angrily, "this can't go on. You have to get it through your head, Tony – I love Tom. I don't want to cheat on him, and I don't want to have an affair with you. I was crazy to do what I did last night, but I was very drunk. I'm not drunk now. I'm telling you, I want you out of my apartment and out of my life."

Tony drained his drink in one long swallow and followed it with a satisfied belch. He wasn't even bothering to be polite around her any more. That friendly bartender routine was just an act. He walked over to her and stood towering over her, huge and powerful and menacing. He grinned, but there was no warmth in his expression.

"Baby," he said, "you will do whatever I want, or your precious husband will find out what you did. You got that?"

"He won't believe you," Judy said, trying to sound confident.

"Maybe, maybe not," Tony replied, "but you wouldn't wanta take the chance, would you? Anyhow, what's your beef? He won't know about us if we're careful. We had a ball last night. Why not one more time?"