Norma Egan
Cheating Spouses

In the luxurious mountain chalet, the fireplace was blazing and three young couples sat around happily discussing the skiing they’d be doing that weekend. Carol White, an attractive blonde of twenty-six, was sure she must be the happiest person present. She’d really been looking forward to this skiing weekend with her husband John.

She cuddled closer to John on the couch. “Isn’t this lovely, darling?” she said. “So nice of Brent to ask us to his cabin.”

“Ummm-hmmm,” said John White.

Carol glanced at him. As usual her husband was off in space somewhere. That didn’t surprise her. As a professor of mathematics at the local university, John was usually wrestling with some problem in his head. Carol was content to let him drift on for awhile. But later, when they were in bed, things were going to be different.

At least Carol was hoping they’d be different. For some time now she and John hadn’t had much of a sex life. It seemed as if he was always away on conferences, working on papers, or just plain too tired to make love. Carol was hoping that this weekend away from the university and in a romantic setting would reawaken his interest. She felt that if she didn’t get laid soon, she’d die of frustration.

She looked wistfully at John. At thirty he was still an attractive man. Tall, lanky, with clean-cut features and neatly trimmed dark hair, he still aroused her as much as he’d done on their honeymoon five years ago. They’d had a pretty hot love life back then. But now, for John at least, sex didn’t seem a necessary part of their marriage.

“Getting sleepy yet, dear?” Carol asked, patting her husband’s hand.

“Huh?” John responded. “Oh, no. The fire’s nice. Let’s sit up awhile.”

“All right,” Carol sighed, “but not too much longer. We’ll want to be in good shape tomorrow.”

Actually, skiing was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about right now was getting John into bed, turning him on. But John seemed in no hurry. Carol looked around at the other two couples, old friends of theirs, and wondered if they’d ever had the same problem. It certainly didn’t look that way.

There was Brent Davis, a ruggedly handsome man of thirty-five, owner of the chalet where they were staying. He was track coach at the university and a really sexy guy, in Carol’s opinion – broad-shouldered, greying at the temples. Brent was flirting outrageously with his wife Lucie, a tall slender brunette about Carol’s age.

“Speaking of bed,” Brent said with a leer, “how about it, beautiful?”

“Brent, you wicked thing,” Lucie grinned. “I know what’s on your mind, and it isn’t sleep.”

Carol sighed and looked away feeling envious. She wished John was as interested in making love as Brent was. She studied the third couple, Tom and Amy Archer. Tom, a successful architect is his thirties, was holding Amy’s hand and looking at her longingly. They made an attractive couple, Tom’s husky blond looks contrasting with Amy’s petite figure and flaming red hair.

“I think Brent’s got the right idea,” Tom was saying. “How about hitting the sack for a little, uh, beauty rest?”

Amy giggled and said, “Men are all animals, aren’t they Lucie?”

What I wouldn’t give for an animal, Carol thought wistfully. She envied Amy and Lucie. Their husbands were obviously eager to get them into bed. For all John cared about it, he might as well be sleeping with a Teddy bear. But she had certain plans for him tonight. He’d have a hard time ignoring her, once they were alone.

“Well, all kidding aside,” Brent said, getting to his feet, “we probably better get some rest. We don’t want to waste a minute of our skiing time tomorrow, so we’ll probably be up early.”

“Right,” Tom said, getting up and offering Amy his hand, “we better knock it off for tonight. See you in the morning, everyone.”

The Davises and the Archers left the living room, and Carol and John were alone. Carol had a quick naughty vision of her and John fucking right there on the fur rug in front of the fire. She felt a blazing heat in her pussy. It had been over two weeks since they’d made love. Again she looked urgently at her husband.

“What about it, darling?” she said. “Shouldn’t we get some rest, too?”

John sighed deeply, coming down from whatever daydream had occupied him. “Yes, I suppose so,” he said.

Brent had assigned them a lovely room with its own fireplace, and at Carol’s urging, John lit the fire. She turned out all the lights in the room, leaving just the romantic glow of the flames. Then she disappeared into the bathroom, where she’d hidden her secret weapon. If this didn’t make John horny, nothing would.

Carol opened her vanity case and took out a ridiculously tiny black bikini nightie. She’d felt kind of silly buying it, but at this point she’d do anything to get John’s mind off mathematics and onto sex. She stripped and glanced at herself in the mirror. Everything in top shape there, she decided. For an old lady of twenty-six, she was in very good condition.

Carol was tall, with long straight blonde hair and lovely features. She had good long legs, trim waist and hips and ass, and very large globe-shaped breasts with pretty little pink nipples. Her trim triangular bush was the same golden color as her hair. She knew her spectacular body would drive most men wild. Too bad it didn’t have that effect on John.

Sighing, she got into the tiny black nightie. The lacy panties barely covered her muff, and the sheer sleeveless top showed the pale rounds of her tits and the pink dots of her nipples. Satisfied that she looked enticing, Carol stepped back into the bedroom, her pussy glowing with lusty anticipation. Then she stopped and stared.

John was in bed – reading a book. He’d put on his horn-rimmed reading glasses, which didn’t make him look particularly sexy, and he was totally absorbed in some thick book about nuclear physics. Carol stifled a curse. She wasn’t licked yet. She marched over to the bed and lay down on top of the covers.

“How do you like my new nightie, darling?” she cooed.

John blinked and looked at her over the top of his glasses. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, then back up again, taking in her large thrusting boobs, tiny waist, and gorgeous legs. There wasn’t much he could miss, the nightie was so sheer.

“You could catch cold in that thing,” he said. “What happened to that sensible flannel gown? I advised you to bring it along.”

“Oh, God,” Carol moaned, her patience ended. “John, listen to me. We haven’t made love in over two weeks.”

John blinked. “Gee, I think you’re right, honey,” he said. “Well, pretty soon, then. I just want to finish this chapter.”

He returned to his book, and Carol sighed and get under the covers. His response had hardly been a turn-on, but at least he’d promised they’d made love tonight. Now all she had to do was wait. Second place to a goddamned book, as usual. She seethed with horniness. It seemed like her poor starved pussy had been aching and swollen for weeks.

As she waited, Carol thought back to the early days with John. He was a young professor, and she was twenty, one of the students, when they met. It had been hot attraction from the beginning, but John and she agreed it wasn’t right to date while she was his student. But when the class ended, it was a different story! All summer they were together, and they could hardly keep their hands off each other.

They’d agreed not to go all the way till they were married, so by the wedding night they were both at a peak of excitement. Carol would never forget that night in the rented beach cabin. They hadn’t even bothered with dinner. They were out of the car, into the cabin, and taking off their clothes in about thirty seconds.

Carol’s heart was pounding. She was a virgin, but she wasn’t afraid of her first fuck. In fact she could hardly wait to find out what it was like. Though she’d never been naked with a man before, she wasn’t shy about taking off her clothes. She was stripped and lying on the bed before John even had his pants off. He paused and ogled her body.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said. “More beautiful than I’d dreamed.”

“Well, you’re welcome to a closer look,” Carol grinned, “if you’ll just hurry and get undressed.”

“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying,” John chuckled.

Carol watched him, unable to take her eyes away. Perhaps she was being too bold, but she’d wondered for months how her handsome fiance looked without his clothes. He was tall and lean but tautly muscled, and his chest was thatched with black hair. Carol found that pretty sexy. It was even more of a turn-on when he stepped out of his pants and lowered his jockey shorts.

Carol’s blue eyes widened hugely. She’d never seen a cock before, and John’s looked enormous. It stood straight up, a stiff column of pale flesh rising from a neat black bush. His prick was nearly eight inches long, she guessed, extremely thick, and so rigid that it barely quivered as he walked over to the bed. His rosy-red balls were taut and swollen, too.

“Pardon me for staring,” Carol said, “but I never saw one of those contraptions before.” Her eyes were still glued to his stiff-standing cock as he slid onto the bed beside her.

John chuckled and said, “Well, stare all you want, as long as I get to stare at you, too.”

And that was what they did for a full minute, just stare at each other. John was clearly delighted with her tall full-breasted body, and Carol was dazzled by the size of his cock and balls. She studied the milky-white skin of the shaft and its tracery of tiny blue veins. She gawked at the huge swollen head of his dick, bulbous and purple and leaking small bright droplets of juice.

She realized that soon she’d be taking that huge red thing inside her virgin cunt, and she didn’t know quite what to think. John’s prick looked way too big for her tiny box, yet the sight of it aroused her hotly. She was dying to know what fucking was like. She’d been a good girl, waited twenty years, but enough was enough. She could hardly wait to get rid of her virginity.

“May I touch it?” she said timidly, still gazing wide-eyed at his cock.

“Sure,” John grinned. “It goes with the license.”

Carol laughed shyly and reached out with trembling fingers to touch a cock for the very first time. She laid her hand on the hugely thick stalk. It was hot and throbbing with life. Gently she moved her fingers up and down the rock-hard column of his prick and found the skin silky and pleasant to touch. The outer skin was loose and slippery, the core solid and hard. She touched the swollen purple head of his prick, and John shivered.

“Oh, sorry, did that hurt?” Carol said.

“No,” he laughed, “it feels terrific. You can go on playing with that brute if you want. There’s something else I want to play with.”

He reached out and cupped her big full tits. They nearly overflowed his palms, though he had large hands. Gently he molded and squeezed the hot satiny flesh, and Carol felt sharp pleasure radiating through her body. No man had touched her tits before, and she was surprised and pleased to learn how responsive they were.

“Ummmmmmmm,” she murmured, “that feels nice.”

John smiled and got a firmer grip on her big round boobs. He ran his thumbs back and forth over her soft little pink nipples, and to Carol’s wonder, they quickly went stiff and pointed from his touch. Then he bent down and began kissing her boobs, his mouth hard and hungry. She felt a sudden flaming sensation in her pussy.

“Oh, John,” she sighed, “that feels so exciting.”

While John kissed all over her ripe sensitive tits, Carol clumsily stroked his rigid cock, unable to take her hands off it. She cupped the fat hard head of his dick, and hot droplets of juice bubbled into her palm. She had a wild urge to bring her hand up and taste the stuff, but of course good girls didn’t do things like that – or so she’d believed at the time. She curled her fingers around his stiff throbbing shaft and went on pumping.

John caught one of her stiff-standing pink nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Carol gasped. It felt marvelous. His mouth was steamy-hot and juicy around the tender bud, and when he began sucking it, sharp sensations of pleasure streaked right down her body, arousing her already wet and swollen gash. She’d heard the word “horny” before, but only now was she really understanding what it meant.

She felt John’s huge cock pulsing in her fist, and she knew she wanted it inside her. It was enormous, hard as steel, frightening, and yet she could hardly wait to feel it stuffing and filling her virgin twat. She quivered with lusty longing as John sucked first one nipple, then the other, leaving them stiff and shinning with his spit. Then he abandoned her tits and slid his hand between her legs.

Carol hadn’t remained a virgin for twenty years without developing some automatic defenses. She gasped and pulled away from him. “What are you doing?” she squealed.

John laughed and said, “Hey, you forgot, we’re not engaged any more. We’re married. You don’t have to fight me off any more.”

Carol blushed and said, “My, God, you’re right. Stupid me. It just doesn’t seem real, that’s all.”

“I’ll make it real,” John leered.

Once again he slipped his hand between her warm silky thighs, and this time Carol didn’t draw away. She was blushing, a little embarrassed, but also very curious to find out what he was up to. His fingers tickled and caressed the hot swollen flesh of her slit, and it felt very nice. Carol sighed and quivered lustily.

“Open your legs a little more honey,” John said, “and I can really make it feel good.”

Carol obeyed, blushing deeper, showing her naked pussy to him for the first time. John stared hungrily at the lush reddish-pink flesh with its delicate fringe of golden curls. He gently parted the furry lips of her bush and exposed the small fat lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the moist red button and rubbed. Carol felt instant and powerful pleasure.

“OHHHHHHHH!” she gasped. “John, what are you doing? It feels great!”

“Playing with your pussy,” he said hoarsely. “Just lie back and enjoy.”

Carol flopped back on the pillows and luxuriated in the delicious feeling of having her pussy stroked. John seemed to know all the best places to caress her. He rubbed and tickled the supersensitive button of her clit, massaged the plump lips of her pussy, rimmed the moist little mouth of her cunt. It all felt fantastically good. Carol was getting hornier by the second.

“Ummmmmmmmmmmm,” she sighed, “UMMMMMM. Whatever it is you’re doing, don’t stop. Not yet.”

“I won’t,” John said his voice husky with lust. “I want to get you good and wet.”

He didn’t have much trouble doing that. As Carol sighed and moaned, loving his delicate yet sexy touch, she felt her virgin cunt starting to leak a steady trickle of hot thick cream. Soon John’s fingers were soaked in it, making his caresses even more slick and delicious. He caught the throbbing lump of her clit between his fingers and kneaded it, giving her sharp pleasure.

“Oooooo!” Carol squealed.

John went on with his delicious finger-play in her steamy wet gash, and as he cuddled closer to her, Carol felt something hard and wet butting her thigh. She looked down and saw John’s cock, hugely swollen, rigid as a board, and leaking his globs of juice. It poked insistently, eagerly, against her. Poor John, he was being so patient with her, though his prick looked ready to burst.

“I think I’m ready now, darling,” Carol said. “I know you are.”

John glanced down at his bloated drooling cock and said, “You better believe I’m ready. I’ve been ready to ball you since the moment I met you, lady.”

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” Carol said, reaching out for him.

John eagerly sank onto her hot silky body, his chest hairs deliciously tickling her full throbbing tits. He eased between her spread legs, and then Carol felt his huge hard cock-head pressing hungrily against the moist mouth of her virgin cunt. John slipped his hands under her small round ass and tilted her pussy upward to meet the big knobby head of his dick.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he panted.

Carol nodded, clung to him, and then his stiff thick meat was sliding into her, slowly stuffing her exquisitely tight juicy cunt, slowly taking her virginity. To her relief, it didn’t hurt. Her tiny box felt full almost to bursting, yet it was thrilling to have his cock inside her. He finally touched his oozing cock-head to her womb, and she felt a powerful rush of lusty excitement.

“Hurt?” John gasped.

“No,” Carol sighed. “No, it’s good. I want it, John. I want you. Do it to me.”

He fucked her slowly, tenderly, at first, but as her pleasure grew and she helplessly jerked her pussy in time to his strokes, he speeded up, balling her in quick deep lunges. Carol loved every second of it. She loved having her cunt stuffed, filled, probed. Her steamy twat-juice gushed and boiled around his stabbing prick.

“Oh, John,” she whined, “it’s so good. I love it!”

“That’s great, baby,” he moaned, “because I could fuck you all night.”

Five years later those words came back to Carol as she lay in bed waiting for John to finish his reading. The good old days, she thought wistfully. That first year of marriage, they’d fucked like bunnies, two and three times a day. Then gradually John had become more wrapped up in his work as a math professor, spending evenings at his office or bringing home piles of paper to work on. His job became his life, and Carol was left out.

That had to change. She was a healthy normal young woman who needed plenty of sex, and she wasn’t getting it. She was just about fed up with John’s preoccupation with his work. She was going to have to put it to him – revive their sex life or lose her. She loved him dearly, but this sexual frustration was more than she could take.

Carol heard a soft snore. She turned and looked at John. He’d fallen asleep with the book in his lap, his glasses practically off the end of his nose. Carol sighed deeply. She knew her husband – once he was asleep, he was out for the count. Gently she put away the book and removed his glasses, then curled up far from him on her own side of the king-size bed.

“Hell,” she muttered.

There was only one thing to do now. She wasn’t proud of it, but it was better than no sex at all, and the raging need in her pussy demanded relief. Carol blushed in the darkness as she slipped her hand inside her panties and touched the searing-hot flesh of her gash. She found the moist little lump of her clit and began to rub it.

Sharp pleasure flashed through her swollen wet slit. She worked a stiff finger steadily back and forth over the tender slick shaft of her joy button and felt herself rising swiftly toward a much-needed climax. Before her marriage she’d never played with herself, hadn’t even known how. But lately she’d had to learn, to keep her sanity. She just couldn’t go totally without sex.

“Ummmmm,” Carol murmured, “Ummmmm!”

It felt delicious to rub her own clit, it was going to work, yes, she’d get off fast this way. But it lacked something. What she really craved was a thick hard cock in her cunt, jerking, pounding, balling her silly. It’d been so long since John fucked her like that. Damn John anyhow.

For the very first time Carol fantasized other men as she frigged herself. Brent Davis, how would he be in bed? Was Tom Archer a good lay? These thoughts made her wickedly excited, but of course she’d never carry them into reality. She couldn’t bring herself to be unfaithful to John.

Or could she?