Norma Egan
Wet and ready wife

CHAPTER ONE

Judy Prentiss stared at her husband's cock with longing.

"Joe, darling," she sighed, "are you sure we couldn't? I mean, there may be some other way."

Joe Prentiss sat in bed, naked except for the heavy cast encasing his whole left leg. He was the picture of frustration.

"No, dammit," he snapped. "For the last time, Judy, we'll just have to forget about fucking until this cast comes off the damn thing's in the way."

"But. Joe, that could be weeks," Judy moaned. "Please, darling, let's try some of the things I was telling you about." Joe glared at her.

"Judy, shut up and go to sleep," he said.

After five years of marriage, Judy could tell when her husband's temper was about to boil over. She turned off the bedside lamp and curled up in bed without a word. But inside she seethed with longing. Ever since Joe broke his leg at work, three weeks ago, she'd been horny as hell.

The problem really wasn't the cast, it was Joe's hopelessly old-fashioned attitudes about sex. He'd only make love in one way, with him on top, and Judy couldn't convince him to try the other positions she'd read about. But at least after tonight she wouldn't have to lie beside him in bed and long for him. She'd be busy somewhere else.

Judy had had to get a job to supplement Joe's unemployment checks, and tomorrow would be her first day. She'd managed to be hired as a cocktail waitress at a nightclub called the Flamingo. The job would keep her busy from eight in the evening till well after midnight. She didn't like being separated from Joe that long, but it was better than the aching lust she felt now.

The next evening Judy reported for work at the Flamingo and was told to go see the owner, Mr. Tony Rossi. She knocked timidly at his office door. She'd been hired by the club's hostess and hadn't met Rossi yet. She hoped he wouldn't change his mind when he saw her.

"Come in," Rossi boomed.

Judy entered a plush large office and saw an attractive man sitting behind a desk and smoking a cigar. Tony Rossi appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and he had black hair and mustache, a deep taxi, and bright brown eyes. His features were handsome, but there was something sinister about them, too.

"I'm Judy Prentiss," she said. "The new girl."

"Oh, yeah," Rossi said. "Come closer."

Judy shyly crossed the room and stood before Rossi's desk. He studied her in silence. He saw a petite but curvy girl of twenty-five with short curly red hair. Judy's face was pretty enough, but her most attractive feature was her large firm breasts. Rossi's dark eyes focused on the ripe thrust of her tits, and Judy reddened.

"Well, I don't know," he said. "You're kinda short."

"Oh, please, Mr. Rossi," Judy said, "I really need the job. My husband broke his leg and can't work. I learn fast, I really do, and if I wear heels I won't be so short."

"Well, I only use the very best-looking girls," Rossi said, "but I'll check you out. Take off your clothes."

"WHAT?" Judy asked, shocked.

"Honey," Rossi said wearily, "I can't hire you unless I see your figure. I gotta know how you'll look in your costume. So undress – if you want the job."

Judy turned even redder. She'd never undressed for any man but her own husband. She wanted to run out of the room, but she really needed the job. It paid well, and she didn't have the skills to do anything but wait on tables. It looked as if she had no choice but to take off her clothes for Rossi.

"All right," she said nervously.

Judy unbuttoned her prim white blouse and pulled it off, blushing hotly all the while. Rossi's eyes glittered as he studied the tightly-packed cups of her pink bikini bra. Judy felt as if his look was burning right through her. With trembling hands she reached for the zipper of her tweed skirt and tugged it down.

"Come on, come on," Rossi sighed, "I ain't got all night."

Judy hastily opened the zipper and let her skirt fall to the floor. She stood before Rossi wearing only her skimpy bra and a little pair of pink bikini panties. Rossi admired her curvy little body, ripe round tits and shapely legs. He took in her creamy skin, tiny firm waist, and the adorable little globes of her ass.

"There," Judy said, red-faced with embarrassment, "I hope I'll look all right in the costume."

"I won't know," Rossi said, "till you finish taking off your clothes."

"Finish?" Judy gasped. "But-but isn't this enough?"

"I have to check for scars," Rossi said, looking bored and impatient. "Now, do you want this job or not?"

Judy hadn't known how hard she could blush until that moment. No man had ever seen her naked except Joe, and she could hardly bear the idea of stripping for a complete stranger. But, dammit, she had to have the job. In two weeks of looking, it was the only decent job she'd found. And she and Joe urgently needed the money.

"Yes, Mr. Rossi," she said grimly.

Judy reached around and unhooked her flimsy little bra. Rossi remained behind his desk, puffing on his cigar, eyeing her coolly, as if he were judging livestock. Judy had never felt so embarrassed in her life as when she drew off her bra and revealed her naked breasts.

"Hey, not bad. Not bad at all," Rossi said, showing enthusiasm for the first time.

He ogled Judy's lovely grapefruit-size boobs. The ripe creamy globes stood straight out, firm and flawless, capped with dainty little pink nipples. Judy stood there blushing furiously. She'd always been proud of her pretty tits, but she didn't like some stranger ogling them.

"Okay, now the panties," Rossi said. "And hurry up. I got business to take care of."

Judy felt total mortification as she tugged down her flimsy pink panties. Rossi's eyes glittered as she removed her last garment. Unable to bear it, Judy turned around and first unveiled the lovely firm rounds of her little butt. Her panties slithered down her legs to the floor.

"Turn around, baby," Rossi said gruffly. "I'm a big boy. I seen naked chicks before."

Cheeks burning, Judy turned and let Rossi see the fiery-red curls of her small triangular bush. Thank God Joe wouldn't have to know about this incident – he'd have a fit. It was hard enough for Judy herself to endure it, standing there stark naked while Rossi looked her up and down.

"Real nice," he commented. "Yeah, you'll be okay in the costume."

"Thank goodness," Judy sighed.

She started to reach for her clothes, but Rossi said, "Just a minute. There's one more thing I gotta check. Step into that next room."

There was a doer behind his desk, and Judy sighed and went to it. She supposed it didn't matter now that she was naked. He'd already looked her over thoroughly and seen everything he could. She opened the door and walked into a smaller room. It contained nothing but a bed.

Judy whirled to face Rossi, her face flaming. He'd gotten up from his desk and was following her into the little, bedroom. She squealed with alarm and tried to brush past him, but he grabbed her shoulder and steered her inside and, closed the door. Judy backed away from him.

"Just what is it you have to check out, Mr. Rossi?" she said nervously.

He was taking off his tie.

"I like to make sure I get along with all my girls," he said. "I like to get along with them real well."

Judy just couldn't believe what was happening. She backed up against the wall and gawked as Tony Rossi stripped naked in front of her. Why, she hadn't been in his office five minutes, and he was suggesting that they get it on. It was insane, outrageous.

"Mr. Rossi," she said, "I'm a married woman. I wouldn't dream of going to bed with anyone but my husband. I never have, and I never will."

Rossi laughed and began to unzip his fly.

"Hey, get with it, kid," he said. "If you wanta work in a high-class place like this, you gotta play the game. Forget about your husband – he don't have to know a thing about it."

Judy's blue eyes widened as Rossi opened his pants. He really had a fine body, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered, big chest thickly matted with dark hairs. But what really drew her attention was his crotch. She'd seen only one cock in her whole life, Joe's. She couldn't help wondering how another man's prick would look.

Rossi dropped his pants and stepped out of them in just his jockey shorts. The crotch bulged with a huge erection. Judy knew she ought to scream and run, but she seemed paralyzed with curiosity. She just stood there and gawked as Rossi tugged down his shorts and stood before her completely naked.

"Now, you wouldn't mind having some of this, would you, honey?" he said with a leer.

Judy stared wide-eyed at Rossi's erect cock. It was not quite as long as Joe's, she thought, perhaps six inches, but it was thick and stiff and handsome. Springing from a thick black bush, it hugged his belly, pale and blue-veined, capped with a big swollen purple head. Bright bubbles of cock-juice oozed from the knob-shaped head of his prick.

In spite of her fear and shock, Judy suddenly experienced an all-too-familiar sensation, a glowing and melting feeling in her pussy. She'd had that feeling a lot lately, and she knew just what it meant. She was horny. She was achingly horny, in fact. To her horror she realized that she wanted Rossi to fuck her.

"Come on, baby, over to the bed," he said, walking toward her, his swollen heavy cock wagging lewdly.

"Noooo," Judy squealed.

She ran for the door. She was horny for Rossi, all tight, but she wasn't going to ball him. She just couldn't do that to Joe. She'd never fucked another man in her life, and she didn't intend to start now. She believed in her marriage vows.

"Aw, shit, cut out the kid stuff," Rossi snarled.

Judy grabbed the doorknob and turned it frantically, but it wouldn't open. Rossi had locked the door in some way she didn't understand. She put her back to the door and faced him, sobbing. He stood there grinning at her triumphantly.

"I'm the only one who knows how to open that door," he said, "and you ain't leaving till you put out for me. Now, why don't you save us both a lot of trouble and get over to that bed?"

"No," Judy sobbed, "I won't cheat on my husband."

"Christ, I got a good mind to let you go," Rossi said impatiently. "I don't need a silly little cunt like you working here. But I gotta have you now. Look at this."

He lewdly wagged his stiff cock at her.

"No, I won't do it," Judy cried.

Rossi gave a snort of impatience and rushed across the room. He lifted Judy easily and carried her over to the bed. She kicked and clawed and screamed, but it was useless. Rossi was far bigger and stronger than she was. He dropped her on her back and climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his muscular body.

"Now just be a good girl and relax," he crooned.

Judy felt his hard, masculine body press tight against her, and she felt the stiff line of his erect cock rubbing her soft little belly. Dizzy excitement washed over her, and her starved little cunt gushed a big steamy load of cream that soaked her hot swollen pussy.

"Oh, God, no," she moaned.

As Rossi began running his hands all over her curvy little body, she fought to regain her self-control. She hadn't been balled in a month, and she was achingly horny. She wanted his big stiff cock so badly, she could have screamed. But always there was the thought of Joe. She loved him and didn't want to be unfaithful to him.

"Take it easy, take it easy," Rossi crooned. "I'll make it real good for you, baby. I know you want it."

"No, I don't," Judy wept. "Let me go."

But she was lying. Her flaming-hot pussy was crying for relief from the aching need she'd felt so long. It would be so tempting just to open her legs and let Rossi slip that gorgeous hard dick into her. Damn Joe and hip puritanical hang-ups! If he'd just taken care of her in bed, she wouldn't be lusting for another man. With her last ounce of self-control she pushed at Rossi's broad shoulders. She couldn't budge him.

"So you don't wanta ball, huh?" he growled. "Well, I'll make you want it. When I get through, you'll be begging me for it, bitch."

He didn't realize how close she was to begging already. She felt hotly aroused – and now Rossi made it even worse by slipping his hand into her crotch and stroking her moist swollen pussy. Joe had never done that to her, never touched her between the legs. Judy was amazed at how good it felt. She stifled a horny moan.

Each little touch of his fingers made her whole belly melt with pleasure. Rossi teasingly rimmed the tight little mouth of her asshole, fingertip circling swiftly. He inserted a fingertip in the heavily creaming mouth of her cunt and poked around playfully. He moved on and pressed his finger against the dainty little button of her clit. He rubbed the fat hot nub, and Judy shuddered with pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Rossi chuckled. "You like me to play with your pussy."

"Nooo," Judy whined.

She hoped he'd believe her lie, that he'd let her go before it was too late. If he went on frigging her like that, she wasn't going to be able to control herself. It just felt too damned good, and she needed a man too much. But Rossi didn't believe her. He seized her throbbingly moist clit and began to knead it briskly. Judy couldn't stifle her cry of delight.

"Oooooo," she squealed.

Rossi chuckled and kneaded her clit even faster. Judy couldn't believe the sharp sensations of pleasure that melted her whole belly. She hadn't known it was possible to feel that good. Damn Joe anyhow, why hadn't he ever done this to her? He'd robbed her of years of pleasure, thanks to his silly Victorian ideas about sex.

Judy had been a virgin when she married Joe, and up to recently she hadn't known there was any other way to make love than the way Joe did it – no foreplay, just a quick fuck with the man on top. But since Joe broke his leg she'd been reading a lot about other ways to do it, and she'd discovered a whole new world of sex.

It was a world Joe refused to explore or even to discuss. But men like Tony Rossi knew all about those delicious variations, those exciting ways of turning a woman on. Judy moaned and writhed with dizzy pleasure as Rossi rubbed her hot little joy button faster and faster. She just couldn't resist those delicious sensations.

"That's it, baby," Rossi whispered, "dig it. Get all hot and wet for me. Yeah, that's the way."

Judy blushed hotly. She hadn't realized that Rossi could feel the steady stream of hot sticky juice flowing from her aroused box. But it must be soaking his hand by now, running over his frigging fingers. Still she couldn't bear to have him stop. She had a month of pent-up lust to satisfy.

"Oh, God," Judy moaned, "ohhhh, ohhhh."

She was spinning out of control, but she couldn't stop herself. As Rossi's expert fingers kneaded her horny little clit faster and faster, she felt herself rising to the very edge of orgasm. She arched her body upward to get all the friction she could from his frigging fingers. But just as she was about to come, Rossi drew his hand away.

"Uh-uh," he chuckled, "you don't get off that easy. I want you to be good and hot for me when we ball."

"I-I'm not going to b-ball you," Judy stammered, surprised at herself for using that wicked word.

"Sure, kid, sure," Rossi laughed. "Here's something else you're gonna dig."

He slipped his hand into her steamy crotch again, and Judy felt his stiff middle finger sliding right up her cream-flooded little cunt.

"Oooooh," she wailed.

She just couldn't help that loud hoarse cry of delight as Rossi pushed his stiff thick finger up her flaming-hot box. She'd needed something stiff in there for so long. Rossi started working his finger in her like a miniature cock, swiftly up and down, and Judy helplessly gushed hot sticky cunt-juice all around his jerking finger.

She was lost and she knew it. She let her legs fall wide open, giving Rossi more room to frig her, and she creamed a steady thick flow of molten cunt-juice. Through glazed lusty eyes she saw Rossi grinning down at her. He was obviously gloating over his victory. Judy didn't care any more. The only thing that mattered was satisfying the burning need in her pussy.

"Okay, baby, no more games," Rossi said huskily.

He popped his cream-soaked finger out of her snug little twat and eased himself between her widely parted thighs. The big hard head of his stiff cock nudged the soaked tight mouth of her cunt. Judy quivered. It was her last chance to stay faithful to Joe – and she knew she wasn't going to take it. Her need was just too great.

"Take my meat, baby," Rossi panted. "You're really gonna love it."

"Oooooh," Judy wailed.

She moaned steadily as Rossi pushed his long thick cock into her. It felt so great to have a prick inside her again, stuffing her snug little twat, tickling her womb. She creamed furiously around his invading meat, and when his balls came to rest against her soaked pussy, she whimpered with pleasure.

"Feels good, huh, baby?" Rossi said.

"Yes," Judy whimpered, surrendering totally, "oh, yes, yessss."

Rossi chuckled and began to work his cock in her, fucking her in hard quick lunges, fucking her deep and fast, just the way she needed it. She didn't want him to be gentle. She was much too horny for that. She wanted him to ball her roughly, savagely – and he did. Judy wailed ecstatically and clung to him, jerking her hips in time to his strokes.

"Yeah, you're gettin' off on it, ain't you, doll?" Rossi panted. "I figured you would."

Judy didn't like his taunts, but she loved his cock. She bucked her slim hips faster and faster as Rossi speeded the pace of his fucking. In less than a minute she started to come, an explosive body-rocking climax that left her breathless. Rossi just kept right on balling her, and soon she was coming again.

"Ahhhhhhh," Judy wailed, "yes, yes, I love it."

Unlike her husband, who always came in less than a minute, Rossi seemed tireless. He balled her into a string of orgasms that left her dizzy and panting. Judy hadn't known it was possible to come more than once, let alone half a dozen times. But then there were a lot of things Joe hadn't taught her.

"You want more, baby?" Rossi chuckled.

"Yes, yes," Judy babbled, "please keep fucking me, PLEASE."

But even Tony Rossi couldn't last forever. After he'd brought her off one more time, he gasped and shot a huge load of sizzling come into her snug little box. He'd hardly finished coming before he pulled his cock out of her, stood up and began to dress.

"Well, you're no pro," he said as he pulled on his pants, "but you got enthusiasm and a nice tight box. You'll do."

"What?" Judy said dizzily.

"I said you got the job," Rossi answered. "Come on now, hop to it. Go ask the hostess far your costume. I'll be around later to see how you're doing."

Rossi left the room, and Judy staggered to her feet and put on her clothes. She realized with shock that she'd just cheated on the husband she loved – and that she wasn't sorry. Tony Rossi had given her the best fuck of her life. But where did she go from here?

If she went to work at the Flamingo, Rossi would surely want to take her to bed again. Yet she needed the job so desperately. Still undecided, Judy went off to try on her costume. Rossi might approach her again, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.