Norma Egan: Widespread wife

Judy Baker was stretched out lazily on the couch with her head in her husband's lap. Her husband, Tom, was watching television. Judy was watching Tom's cock. She found it a lot more interesting than TV, especially when the program was an interminable football game in which neither side scored. Along about the beginning of the second quarter, Judy had unzipped Tom's fly and turned her attention to something far more thrilling than football.

Tom had only grunted when she opened his pants and gently drew out the sleepy white worm of his prick. His attention was riveted to the screen. Judy hoped to be able to change that. She laid his limp warm meat tenderly on her upturned palm and began to pet it, her warm smooth fingers running eagerly back, and forth, back and forth, over the silky soft flesh of his dick. Her breath was hot and moist on his naked skin.

"Honey, will you get me a beer?" Tom said.

Judy stared up at him. He was perfectly serious. He'd rather have a Goddamned beer than have his cock played with. She shook her head wonderingly as she went to the kitchen and opened a beer for him. They'd only been married two years. Apparently the excitement had already worn off for Tom. But Judy was as turned on by him as ever.

"Here you go, lover," she said as she handed him a cold bottle of beer. She gave him her sexiest expression, but Tom just grunted his thanks, grabbed the beer, and stared at the screen. With a sigh Judy lay down again and rested her head in his lap, eyeing his pale cock with secret longing. It was just as limp as she'd left it.

Well, she wasn't beaten yet. She curled her soft warm fingers around his flaccid meat and started to pump it gently. By God, she'd get him hard and horny if it was the last thing she ever did. She intended to get him so hot, he'd forget his stupid football game, throw her onto the rug, and fuck her like crazy. At least she hoped that would happen. She sure as hell could use it.

Fisting Tony's drowsy prick, Judy felt the fierce heat of her hungry pussy, the fat swelling of her cunt lips, and a steady trickle of juice from her aching twat. She wondered why Tom didn't ball her much any more. When they were first married, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They'd fuck before Tom left for work, when he got home, and again when they went to bed. Now she was lucky if she got laid once a week. Something was seriously wrong with their marriage!

"Jesus Christ, will you look at that guy go!" Tom yelled excitedly.

Judy turned her head and squinted at the TV screen. Some guy was racing for a touchdown, but he got tackled on the ten-yard line. She turned away with a yawn. She failed to see what was so thrilling about a bunch of overweight jocks running into each other and hurling a ball around. She and Tom could have been having a lot more fun in the bedroom, if only he'd realize it.

"Shit," Tom muttered, "I thought he was going to score."

Judy wished Tom would try to score with her. But he only took a long pull at his beer and remained glued to the boob tube. She pumped his silky warm cock a little faster. No go. Damnit, what did it take to arouse this guy, a brass band? Maybe so. When the half time activities came on, Tom started tapping his foot to the music.

It made his cock waggle when he moved like that, and the limp flesh slipped from Judy's busily pumping fist. It was bad enough being a Football Widow, but now, judging from the squawk coming from the TV, she was playing second fiddle to a deodorant commercial. Enough was enough. She intended to confront this problem head, on.

"Tom," she said, looking up from his lap, "what's wrong with us? How come you don't want to make love to me any more?"

"Huh?" Tom said, glancing absently down at her.

"Hey," Judy said, more loudly, "it's me, Judy, your wife. Remember me? I'm asking you why we don't ball so much any more."

Tom blushed. She should have remembered that he didn't like her to use coarse language. For a guy who'd tried so hard to get into her pants before they were married, he'd certainly turned prim and proper. He didn't like her to wear sexy clothes, either, didn't like her to make too much noise when they balled, didn't want to try anything new and different in bed.

"Why, we make love as much as ever, don't we, honey?" he said. Then he returned his eyes to the screen, where the marching band was spreading out in the shape of an eagle.

Judy gave a loud sigh. Tom wasn't even aware that their marriage was getting dull. But she was. She seemed to be perpetually horny lately. Her poor starved pussy was always aching and swollen with need. Their love-making sessions didn't happen often enough and didn't last long enough. In plain language, Judy just wasn't getting enough.

But it was no use trying to talk to Tom about it during a football game. She'd just have to try something else. She rolled off the couch and started for the bedroom. As she'd expected, Tom didn't even notice her leave. Well, he sure as hell was going to notice it when she came back.

Judy went into their bedroom and quickly stripped naked. She started briskly brushing her thick glossy brown hair, which she wore in a big puff like an Afro. She glanced at herself in the dresser mirror. She saw a moderately tall slim girl with deliciously curved waist and hips and flawless creamy-pink skin. She admired her grapefruit-size tits, perfect snowy mounds of silky flesh capped with little pointed beige nipples. She saw the dainty brown triangle of curls over her mons. It all looked good enough to her – but Tom no longer got excited about it.

She was only twenty-three, and she hoped to be married to Tom for the rest of her life. It wasn't going to be much fun unless she could get him interested in sex again. She whirled around and observed her backside in the mirror, her pert round ass, perfectly firm and enticing. Shit, there was nothing wrong with her. As a matter of fact, she looked damned good.

Judy dabbed on a little perfume and strode out to the living room again. She walked slowly in front of Tom, swaying her hips, twitching her saucy little butt, making her lovely ripe tits jiggle invitingly. She gave him a blatantly sexy grin. He had to get the message. He just had to know that his pretty young wife was aching for his cock.

Judy flushed all over in humiliation and anger as she moved out of the way. The football game was starting again. No wonder Tom didn't notice her. He'd far rather watch his stupid game than get his rocks off. Still not defeated, Judy slid onto the couch and once more laid her head in his lap. He hadn't bothered to zip his fly, he'd been so intent on the TV. His pitiful limp dick still lay exposed, pale and laced with delicate blue veins.

Judy had once loved that, cock more than anything. The first year of their marriage, she'd thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Certainly it had given her more pleasure than anything else in her young life. She'd lived for the moments when Tom skinned out of his pants, and out popped his stiff swollen cock. She'd get so excited, pussy juice would flood down her thighs. And then the fantastic moment when he stuck that swollen meat into her. Judy sighed with longing, even now, as she thought about it. She wanted to make those wonderful days come back again.

So she seized Tom's soft little cock and popped it right into her mouth.

"Hey!" Tom yelped.

At least she'd gotten his attention. She glanced up at him. Tom was an outrageously handsome man in a clean-cut all-America way. His features were perfectly even, his brown hair cut short and neat. Ordinarily he looked like an ad for men's clothing. Now he looked like he'd just been goosed. His blue eyes were wide, and he was gawking at her.