Donna Allen: Boys for the wife

The moment Jessie touched herself she knew her fingers wouldn't be enough. She slowly rubbed the slick folds of her wet cunt and let her legs fall open as she contemplated her dilemma.

She frequently went to bed long after her husband John was asleep. She had enough energy for six women while John started yawning by eight o'clock.

Sometimes she wondered why she married John, but in her heart she knew. For one thing she loved him and she knew he loved her.

Even as a young girl, a teenager, she'd known that one man wasn't enough for her. She had never tried being faithful to John and after ten years of marriage he still gave her all the freedom she needed to canyon with her affairs.

Working part-time helped. She met lots of men at work and had many brief encounters. And then there was David, her boss. She and David had a very special relationship. The sex was good and they made no demands on each other. Yes, her job was important to her life.

Dear John, she thought as she rubbed her gooey fingers around her pussy. I wonder if he's sleeping. Sometimes she sucked him off while he slept. Occasionally he awakened and they fucked that didn't happen often, but it might be fun to try. Anyway, sucking him off always turned her on, especially since her fingers now weren't giving her what she needed.

John was snoring when she entered the room. As usual his clothes were strewn all over the place. She slipped out of her robe and gazed at him. The blanket covered him from the waist down. He had a good body and a year-round tan. He mumbled in his sleep when she touched his chest. She slowly pulled the covers back. His cock was hard. He had a hard-on but when he was awake, his interest in sex was minimal.

Neater, his cock was hard now and she was horny. While she would have loved having it deep inside her juicy cunt she would settle for blowing him.

Now she kneeled over him and took his cock in both hands. She quickly ran her tongue-tip up and down his thick cock shaft. He didn't stir. Not even when she whipped her tongue over the sensitive underside near his plum-shaped cockhead.

She began drooling at once. Sucking cock always made her drool. John sighed and shifted his ass around, but his breathing remained regular and she wasn't afraid of awakening him.

Her pussy drooled too. It fairly dripped with anticipation. She would have loved climbing on top of John and taking his cock inside her. That would be taking a chance that he would awaken and roll over onto his belly, depriving her of even a blow-job. No, it was better not to take the chance. A cock in the mouth was better than no cock at all.

Some of her friends complained about their husbands. They said their men were bored with them sexually. That wasn't Jessie's problem. John's sexual needs hadn't changed one iota. No, she never complained about John in female bull-sessions. She was getting exactly what she expected when she married at the age of eighteen and so far she was happy enough with the arrangement.

Now she concentrated on making his cock even stiffer. She made a ring of her lips and slid them halfway down his cockshaft. Just then he stirred in his sleep and she felt his fingers on the back of her neck. Still sucking his prick, their eyes met.

"Come here," he yawned.

She moved up close to him, kissed bun on the lips and crawled on top of him.

"Fuck me," she said.

"I'm too tired. Finish sucking me off." As he spoke he casually squeezed her tits. Impatient, Jessie pushed her nightgown down and exposed her big tits.

"Suck them," she said.

"Jesus, I was sleeping."

She shoved a tit into his face. "Suck it anyway."

"Aw, hon, first you wake me up and now you want me to make love to you." Of course he was right.

"Just suck me a little."

He opened his jaws and began sucking her tits.

"Are you satisfied now?" he mumbled. "You're a good boy, John." His cock throbbed violently against her thigh. "Next thing you'll be wanting me to suck your pussy."

She immediately brightened. "Are you in the mood?" When she raised her nightgown and exposed her cunt, he yawned again.

"Okay, I'll give it a little suck." She was happy to take whatever he offered.

It wasn't every day she could get him to go down on her. Stretching out on her back, she opened her legs. The puffy lips of her pussy opened. John smirked when he bent down over her.

"You're always wet."

"Play with it."

Instead of licking her cunt he reached down and touched it. She shivered when his single finger caressed her cunt folds. The closer his finger came to her clit the more excited she became.

"Are you satisfied now?" he said. "I'm awake. God knows when I'll fall asleep again."

"You're a sweet guy, John. I really appreciate what you're doing."

It was true. He didn't much enjoy playing with her pussy. But he knew she liked it so occasionally he accommodated her.

"Are you anywhere near coming?" he said.

She sighed. "I will be if you kiss it."

"I should have pretended I was still sleeping. Then you'd have sucked me off and stopped bugging me."

"Is that what you usually do?"

He wrapped his arms around her ass and pressed his lips to her cunt.

"Sometimes."

"Mmmmmmm, that's nice," she said, writhing her hips.

He pushed a finger into her cunthole and licked her clit. She thrashed her legs around.

"Keep sticking your finger in me," she said. He thrust his finger into the slippery heat of her cunt.

"Do you want to fuck?"

"Yeah, but not yet. Suck me a little longer."

"My cocks going down."

"I'll bring it up again."

He screwed a second finger into her pussy. She gyrated her ass and moaned to let him know she was enjoying it. Her pussy creamed around his fingers.

"Why don't you turn around and let me suck you too?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"But you love when I suck your cock."

"Don't press your luck. I'm finger-fucking you, aren't I?"

She was becoming wildly excited. She rammed her curt up at his screwing fingers and let the intense pleasure build.

"Yes, darling, yes."

As her excitement increased her body tensed up. Suddenly she exploded in a climax. She shrieked and trembled and when it was over John had rolled over onto his belly.

"Why did you stop?" she said.

"I'm bushed."

"But you haven't come."

"I don't care."

She tried wedging her hand under his crotch. He pushed it away.

"It went down. Go to sleep."

She knew that tomorrow her boss would be happy to douse the fire in her snatch. But she wanted it tonight. Sometimes John was so damn exasperating.

Pushing him over, she took his cock into her mouth. He groaned, but rolled onto his back.

"Okay, okay, take it easy."

She sucked him ravenously. She snaked her fingers into his asscrack and toyed with his brownie while she sucked. At one point he grabbed her by the hair and lifted his ass from the bed. Then with a violent lurch he came in her mouth.

She was sorry at once that she'd brought him off. I'll never get to sleep until I've masturbated, she thought as his jism filled her mouth.

Jessie closed her thighs around David's hand. She felt her excitement mount. He had been driving her home from the office when he pulled off the freeway and parked. That was one of the things she loved about her boss. He was so unpredictable.