Norma Egan

Massage parlor wife

CHAPTER ONE

"Lynn, aren't you ever coming to bed?"

Lynn West, an attractive brunette of thirty-nine, didn't look up from the television set. "Later, Bill," she called to her husband. "I want to finish watching this movie."

Bill flopped down beside her on the couch and glared at the set. "What's so great about it?" he said.

"Ssssh," said Lynn.

She wished he would go away. The movie, a foreign film and relatively uncensored, was really making her horny. The young hero was the kind of lover she fantasized about, absolutely radiating sexuality. She wanted to enjoy it undisturbed, maybe even finger-fuck herself to a climax during one of the love scenes.

She glanced at her husband. At forty Bill was still a very attractive man, tall and muscular, his thick black hair going silver at the temples. He was bright, funny, charming. Yet her cunt didn't get all juicy when she looked at him. Fifteen years was an awfully long time to be married "Honey," said Bill, "you have to get up early."

"Don't remind me," Lynn moaned.

For two weeks she'd been looking for work, pounding the pavements all day. Bill had been laid off from the computer firm several months ago, could find no other job, and now their funds had run out. Lynn had to find work to support them and their teenage daughter, Tina.

It was beginning to look hopeless. Two weeks, and not even the hint of a job. Lynn didn't look forward to tomorrow. She wanted to lose herself in this sexy film, to bring herself off, pretending she was getting fucked by the young hero The couple on the screen were embracing. Lynn watched intently. She could see that they were using their tongues. The young man's hand approached the girl's half-naked tit… Lynn put herself in the girl's place, and she felt hot and wet between the thighs.

"Garbage," said Bill.

"What?" Lynn stirred from her horny fantasy.

"This film is crap," he said. "Pure filth. Why don't you come to bed, Lynn? You need your rest."

"Bill," she said impatiently, "this is my rest. I like to relax and watch TV. If you're tired, go to bed. I'll be all right."

Still he sat there in his pajamas, looking more at her than at the screen. He made her uncomfortable.

"I know something more fun than TV," said Bill.

Lynn reddened. So that was it! He wanted to fuck.

She felt not a glimmer of interest in the idea. She was horny, yes. It seemed like she was horny all the time lately. But not for her husband. Getting fucked by Bill was so goddamn dull. It had been dull for years.

She remembered back to their courtship, how hot they'd been for each other then. She was eighteen, Bill was twenty-five. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. That was why they'd gotten married, in fact-before they went "too far". They were raised in a generation that didn't believe in sex before marriage.

For a few years it had been wonderful. Lynn had never gotten screwed by any other man, so she thought Bill's way was the only way. Years later she began to read about the amazing variety of sexual techniques, and then she knew what she'd been missing. Bill had only one technique-man on top, a minute of humping, and that was it.

Fifteen years had passed since their marriage, and still she hadn't fucked anyone but her husband. She didn't intend to, either, for she loved him and believed in fidelity. But was there any harm in an occasional fantasy?

For the past few years Lynn had taken to daydreaming about other men, bringing herself off with her own fingers frigging her steaming cunt while she fantasized about fucking more exciting lovers. She got a lot more pleasure from that than from getting screwed by her husband. It was too bad, in a way, but at least it kept their marriage together.

"Honey, did you hear me?" Bill was looking at her.

"Hmm?" said Lynn. "Oh, yes."

He laughed, rather bitterly. "You were daydreaming again, Lynn. I asked you to come to bed, to make love. I said it'd be better than this silly TV show. Apparently you weren't listening-or the idea didn't interest you."

Lynn felt guilty. After all, he was her husband, and he'd worked hard for the things they had-a lovely house, two cars, a pretty daughter, a good life. She owed Bill a lot, and she loved him, even though his fucking failed to excite her any more. There was no need to hurt his feelings.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "You're right. This show is pretty bad. You go on to bed, and I'll be right there."

"That's more like it." Bill grinned.

He went on down the hall, and Lynn approached the TV to turn it off She lingered there, oogling the half-naked young hero, imagining herself in his arms. She wondered what his cock would be like, how it would feel inside her cunt.

She felt steamy pussy-juice trickling down her inner thighs. God, she was horny. But it wasn't the kind of lust Bill could satisfy. She knew she lusted for novelty, adventure, variety.

"This is insane," Lynn said aloud.

She was living in a supposed age of sexual liberation, where everyone was free to fuck and suck whomever he wanted, however he wanted. Yet she had had only one man in her whole life. She'd seen only one cock, felt only one in her body. It didn't seem fair.

She forced herself to turn off the set and go to the bedroom. Daydreaming wasn't going to solve her problem. Bill was a normal healthy man with normal needs, and he needed her, his wife. It was her duty.

But why couldn't he be more exciting in bed?

Lynn found him tucked comfortably in the king-size bed; with his pajamas still on. Just like always. He liked to be there first, to watch her undress. She smiled at him and began taking off her clothes before the full-length mirror on the closet door.

She couldn't help admiring herself. For a woman of thirty-three, she was in excellent shape. Tall, olive-skinned, with long gleaming brown hair and long shapely legs, Lynn still got admiring glances and whistles on the streets. But only Bill had seen the rest of her, the even better part…

Her tits were larger than average, long olive-skinned melons with pert brown nipples, great fistfuls of soft flesh that nevertheless stood straight and firm. Her outsize tits waved heavily as she removed her bra. In the mirror she could see Bill ogling them.

"Peeping Tom," she teased.

He grinned at her reflection. "You're just as sexy as you were at eighteen, Lynn."

She wished she could say the same of him. She skinned off her panties, caught a glimpse of her neat and dainty beaver, a triangular patch of soft brown curls. She could see Bill looking at that, too. She wished she could feel some excitement for him.

Well, he wouldn't notice if she didn't. Her pussy was steaming hot and well-lubricated from watching that sexy movie. The rest she could fake.

She strode over to the bed, her long full tits bouncing, her slim hips swaying in her naturally sexy walk. Bill ogled her all the way and quickly threw back the covers for her. At the crotch of his pajamas she saw a hard lump. At least he didn't have any trouble getting aroused.

"Ummm. Come here-quick!" he laughed.

She forced herself to smile. She'd hardly gotten into bed before he was grabbing her, pulling her to him. As he kissed her hungrily, she felt the sharp point of his cock-head against her belly.

"Bill," she said, "Couldn't you take off your pajamas? It's not very romantic.."

"Huh? Oh, sure." Obviously it hadn't occurred to him. All he wanted, really, was a cunt, a slippery sheath for his full cock. It didn't matter how she felt.

Resentment boiled inside her. Bill never made any attempt to arouse her. He just grabbed, fucked, and fell off. They might as well have been rabbits-except she somehow imagined that rabbits had more fun.

Bill quickly pulled off his pajamas and turned to her again. He really had a nice body, she had to admit. He'd kept himself in shape, and his belly was flat, his muscles firm. The thick patch of black chest hair used to excite her. And his cock-once the very thought of his prick had made her cream right through her panties.

She supposed Bill was well-hung. According to everything she'd read, six inches was more than satisfactory. He had an attractive dick, too, springing from a neat patch of black curls, clean and pale and rosy-tipped. Everything about him was attractive-and dull.

"Grrrrrr!" Bill gave a mock growl as he embraced her again.

She allowed him to pull her tight against him, felt the long hard line of his prick against her tender belly. He really was horny tonight. She could feel warm sticky juice seeping from his swollen cock-head. Now if only she could get excited There was a way she could do that, a trick she'd devised. All she had to do was pretend that her beloved husband was someone else. Anyone else.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, "I've been wanting you all day."

Lynn had been horny all day, too, but not for him. As she walked from one unemployment agency to another, she'd seen men on the streets, sexy men of different ages, and she'd felt a wild rush of need.. It would be so simple, wouldn't it, just to go to a motel with a stranger and get laid? But, no. What if Bill found out? She didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to wreck her marriage.

"Touch me." Bill's voice was husky.

He really must be horny. It was unusual for him to bother with foreplay. To ask her to touch his cock was as far as he ever went, too. The height of daring for Bill was to play with her tits while she pumped his cock. Big deal.

Still she didn't hesitate. He was her husband, and she wanted to please him. She reached down and curled her fingers around his rigid hot prick. The skin was throbbing, silky. She enjoyed touching his cock, wished he'd ask for it more often.

Bill's hands closed hotly, possessively, around the big quivering globes of her tits.

"Ummmmm," she murmured.

She was good at faking it with Bill. She'd had plenty of practice. She couldn't remember when their sex life had begun to bore her, but it had been a long time now. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she'd begun to pretend.

"Yes, lover," she sighed.

Her hand moved slowly, teasingly, up and down the soft-skinned pole of his cock. She felt his horny trembling as she caressed his prick. She moved her hand right up to the drooling tip of his dick and smeared her palm with his cream. That made her pumping more slick and rapid.

"Yeah," Bill sighed. "Yeah, that's nice."

He squeezed her big hot tits harder. He was getting very excited. He would fuck her soon. Time to go into her fantasy, to pretend that he was someone else, some exciting stranger. She wondered how he could get so hot to fuck her, when she herself was so bored Lynn was all wrong about Bill. He was just as bored with their sex life as she was. While she waited to go into her fantasy of fucking a stranger, Bill was already well launched into his.

He had a thing about young girls. For the past few years of their marriage, every time he fucked Lynn, he imagined she was a horny naughty little thing of eighteen, a tight-cunted little teenager just begging for his cock.

And on his "bowling night", when he and the boys went to the local cathouse, he always picked the youngest girl available. He'd never been unfaithful to Lynn except with whores, and he didn't intend to be-but that didn't keep him from wishing, fantasizing.

He loved his wife. He still considered her beautiful. It was just that they'd been together so long that their sex life had become routine and dull. Bill wished he could teach Lynn some of the tricks whores knew, but Lynn was his wife, a lady, and he felt it wasn't right for her to do those things.

He admitted to himself that he was an old-fashioned guy, a believer in the double standard. He thought it was natural for a man to get bored with his wife, and right for him to seek novelty with hookers. But it wouldn't be right for Lynn to cheat on him; and if she was bored with his fucking, there must be something wrong with her.

A lady, in Bill's opinion, liked sex-but not too much.

He was glad that Lynn still seemed perfectly content with their sex life. His act must be good; he could feel her turning on to him, growing hot and horny in his arms.

"Yes, darling, yes," Lynn murmured.

She was pumping her husband's cock faster and faster, pretending to be hotly aroused. She wantonly thrust her big swelling tits into his palms, rubbing them against him. She rubbed her hot little snatch against his thigh.

She wanted him to fuck her and get it over with.

Later, when Bill was asleep, she could go back to her fantasy, imagining herself fucking and sucking with that handsome boy in the movie. She shuddered with horny anticipation as she recalled how good it felt to rub and massage her own tender clit, to make herself come.

"Now?" Bill whispered.

He thought it was time. She was squirming in his arms, rubbing and pumping his cock like crazy, really turned on.

"Yessss," Lynn said breathlessly. "Oh, yes.

She was amazed that he'd waited this long. Usually he just jumped on her, jammed his cock in her cunt, got his rocks off, and rolled over to snore. He must be particularly horny tonight.

Lynn rolled over onto her back. Always the "missionary" position! Apparently Bill didn't know any other way to fuck. She parted her long shapely legs, gave him a sexy smile, waited. The whole thing would be over in a minute-thank God.

Bill returned her lewd grin, slipped between her thighs, seized his rigid drooling prick. He aimed the bloated cock-head at the dark indentation of her cunt-mouth, fitted the sensitive knob into that moist hot hole.

"Ummmmm, hurry," she murmured.

Bill looked down at her, his beautiful brunette wife. And she was beautiful, with her full heaving tits, heavily lashed eyes, and sensuous red mouth. Only he'd been fucking her for fifteen years…

"Oh, Bill, YES!"

He pushed his cock into her, and she arched her lush body up to meet him, taking his long rigid cock deep into her molten-hot cunt. He lay down on the heaving cushion of her tits, slipped his hands under her tight bouncing butt, and began to fuck her.

It was nice. He pretended she was fifteen, nubile, horny as hell. "Bitch," he murmured, "hot little bitch."

Lynn didn't hear him. She was welt into her own fantasy, pretending that Bill was a mysterious foreigner, a man she'd picked up on the streets, led to a motel… She fucked him wantonly, jerking her soaked pussy around the stiff impalement of his prick, digging her nails into his shoulders, moaning…

"Do it to me, do it to meeee!" she whined.

Bill didn't hear her, either. He was lost in his fantasy of the cock-hungry teenage girl, fucking the little bitch for all he was worth. He stabbed his stiff meat into her hole mercilessly, hard and fast, knowing she liked getting screwed that way..

Bill and Lynn West, husband and wife, fucked each other savagely, their bodies locked together tightly, intimately-their minds a thousand miles apart.,

"Oh, God, yesss!"

Lynn's excitement mounted. She thought she might actually come. Bill usually didn't last this long, and it was giving her time to build her fantasy, to get really hot. She was enjoying the brutal quick jabs of his thick meat, slamming her pussy up to meet each rough fuck-thrust…

"Uhhhh!" Bill gasped.