Donna Allen - Boys for the wife

The slick folds of her cunt gripped her finger. She added a second and then a third. The outer office was quiet. The itch between her legs was driving her crazy. Even a short skinny cock would be welcome right now.

She began thrusting her hips forward. Her ass edged off the chair. I'll go to David's office now. I can lock the door, lie down on the sofa and do this right. I'll do it after I come once. Just one little come to take the edge off.

Every nerve-ending in her body felt raw. She felt her nipples harden and her heart pound. She ached to have her tits sucked and kissed. If only Molly were here. If only someone was around to se vice her.

She felt like screaming. As hot as she was she couldn't come. Damn, men didn't have that problem! Why did women have to be so complicated?

She tried widening the spread of her legs and jamming three fingers into her cunt. She felt the tickle that signaled an orgasm. Her tits rose and fell. She smeared more perfumed oil over her clit.

Almost weeping, she glanced down and saw her fingers, clawing at her pussy. And then she came and the explosion rocked her senses and pounded through her temples.

It didn't last long and she needed more, but it was better than nothing. She still needed a cock. A cock, stayed inside you and you could squeeze it and come again before it dwindled and lost its starch. Damn it, why did all the men have to be away at the same time?

She needed the warmth of hot jism bursting into her body. She needed to be filled with fuck sap, not her empty fingers.

Still digging her fingers into her cunt, she swore under her breath. When she finally withdrew her fingers from her pussy, she rose unsteadily to her feet and returned to her desk.

She used some tissues to wipe her fingers clean. Now she would go to David's office and do it right. She'd never get any work done anyway, horny as she still was.

She sensed that someone was in David's office before she opened the door. There was something, some strange feeling in her guts that told her not to barge in.

Turning the doorknob slowly, she inched the door open and peeked inside. What she saw made her blood race. It was Angie Smith, sprawled out on David's sofa with her skirt up to her waist and her tits sticking out of her blouse.

Angie Smith! With her hair down around her shoulders and her legs open. Cheeks flushed and eyes wild. And standing over her was one of the boys who worked in the mail room. A young stud who at this moment was eyeing her hungrily.

"Quick, we don't have much time," Angie said.

"You said you'd suck my cock," the boy said.

"Come here and let me have it."

Outside the door, Jessie stared with disbelief. My God, she's going to suck his cock. Angie gives head! And she almost looks pretty. Who would have guessed it?

"Come here, Billy," Angie said.

Billy's cock was out of his pants and Angie giggled as he pointed it at her mouth.

"Don't make the gun go off," the boy snickered.

"But that's exactly what I'm going to do," Angie said.

Suddenly Jessie was gazing at the Angie Smith in a different light. Angie was no slouch in the sex department. She was going after Billy's cock like a starving animal.

Jessie forgot about her own horniness as she gazed at the scene before her. She squeezed her thighs together. If she made a sound Angie would hear her. She wanted to see and hear everything. Oh, David would be so shocked to find out that old Angie was a cock-hound!

Billy grunted as Angie gobbled up his meat. She took his balls in her hand and fondled them as she fluttered her tongue around and around his cockhead.

"Say, you really dig blowing, don't you?" the boy said.

Angie gurgled, obviously unwilling to release his cock for the moment it would take to answer him.

"Jesus Christ!" Billy hissed, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Angie licked from the tip of his cockhead to his balls. Suddenly she pulled him down on top of her. Jessie watched, fascinated by the sight of Angie forcing the boy's cock into her cunt.

"Bombs away," Angie cried as they started fucking.

"Jesus, yeah!" Billy rasped.

"Fuck me, Billy," Angie said, locking her legs around the teenager's back.

"Yoweeeee!" the boy replied.

Outside the office, Jessie watched and listened. What a story she'd have to tell David when he returned!

Everything happened very quickly after that. Angie rolled on top of Billy. Jessie was amazed to see that her tits were quite large. They flopped around wildly as she raised and lowered her ass to fuck the teenager. Her hair flew wildly around her face. She not only looked wild and sexy, she looked pretty.

"Gimme that cock!" she hissed.

Billy lay back, nostrils flaring and ass pumping. Jessie could see Angie's cuntjuice glistening on his prick.

Just as Angie fell forward over Billy's chest, Jessie felt a tiny orgasm surge through her. She closed the door then and dashed back to her office.

Jessie yanked her skirt up, adjusted her seatbelt and whipped out of the driveway. It was a sunny day, one of her free days, and she planned on doing her weekly grocery shopping. While she was at the shopping mall she planned to buy some new clothes. She had a fetish for shoes, the sexier the better. The money she earned working made it possible to indulge herself and John made good money too. Yes, today she would also pick up some new under wear. Something black and sheer to keep in her desk and wear after-hours with David.

When she stopped at a red light, she saw Red on his bicycle. She waved, he waved back and she sped off. Red sometimes worked at the supermarket as a bag-boy. Maybe her shopping would have to wait. Going to bed with the boy would be more fun.

He was growing up. In the past six months his body had changed. Barely perceptibly, but changed nevertheless. He was getting taller and huskier.

Today his biceps rippled. He was wearing a tight tee-shirt and even tighter jeans. His red hair was hanging long on his neck. He smiled adorably when he waved. He was a better lover now than six months ago. Yes, Red was okay, a real find.

In a way she felt guilty about corrupting a teenager. But he never needed much persuasion. Today she would wait until he was through working. She tried not to interfere with his schoolwork or his after school jobs.

She felt a tingle in her pussy. There was nothing like looking forward to a good fuck. The day looked brighter and the sun felt warmer. I'm gonna get laid, she thought with a giggle.

She turned into the mall and parked. She checked out her hair and makeup in the mirror, added a touch of lip-gloss and discreetly dabbed some perfume between her thighs.

She saw Red's bike parked in the employees' area. Her high heels tapped the pavement, in rhythm with the beating of her heart.

As usual she had forgotten her shopping list. It didn't matter. She wasn't much interested in cooking. She kept lots of fast foods in the house and John seemed happy enough with cold-cuts.

She started throwing things into her cart. She picked up some light beer for Red and deliberately pushed her basket near the back of the store where the bag-boys gathered before they went to work.

She brushed up against him. "Want to come over here you're through?" she said.

"Sure, but it won't be until three."

"I'll be waiting. We haven't been together for weeks."

He flushed. "I know. I missed you."

"I missed you, too." Her hand was still on his arm. "I do believe this muscle is actually getting bigger."

He grinned. "That's because of all the exercise I get when we fuck."

"Hmmmm, I think you're right. See you later, darling. Don't be late."

She finished her shopping and went home. The rest of the day passed slowly. If Red arrived at three they would have two solid hours in bed. That was enough time for some good hard fucking. Much more fun than clothes shopping.