Donna Allen - Naughty nympho wife

But she did groan when his cock went in. He was bigger than Frank, his cock-head larger and his cock-shaft thicker. She opened her ass, pushed out as though she were shitting to make room for him. Martin grunted as his cock slid inside the hot tube of her ass.

"Christ, it's good. Does it hurt?"

"Just a little. But it feels good, too. You can move if you want!"

He started fucking her, his cock slowly pistoning in and out of her ass. She liked it, but mainly because his cock was thick and she liked the way it stretched her asshole. Aside from that, he really didn't know much about it. Martin was definitely not an ass man.

He came before long, calling out to her how good it was when he felt her asshole clamping down on his cock. She squeezed his cock ant spurted in her shitter. She always liked to do that to Frank when he shot off in her ass.

Her own climax never happened. She couldn't come unless she frigged her clit while she had her ass fucked. After Martin was asleep, she went to bathroom and jerked off while she sat on the toilet. She felt his come dripping out of her asshole as she brought herself off with her fingers.

It still doesn't work, she thought. Fucking Martin was so boring and nothing seemed to make it work for her.

"You're unhappy," Kelly Reed said. "I can tell by your face that you're unhappy."

They were in the gallery. Candice was seated at her desk and Kelly was perched on the edge of the desk with her eyes on Candice. For the past ten minutes Kelly had been flirting with Candice. It was open flirting now, not much different from what a man would do, except it wasn't a man but a woman. Candice was aware that if she didn't know Kelly was gay she might not realize it was flirting.

Was she interested? Yes, maybe she was. Frank had been ignoring her. He hadn't said anything about making it with Susan because maybe he knew Candice would refuse. Candice wondered if their affair was coming to an end. Whether it was ending or not, she was certainly lonely and Kelly Reed seemed to recognize it.

Kelly urged Candice to have dinner with her. Candice couldn't make up her mind. She knew that if she accepted Kelly's invitation she was more or less agreeing to make it with her. Candice wasn't certain what she wanted.

"I think about you a great deal," Kelly said. "I won't leave here until you agree to have dinner with me tonight."

"All right, I will," Candice said. "If that's the only way to get you off my desk, then I'll have dinner with you."

So it was done. When Kelly left the gallery, Candice still wasn't certain she had done the right thing. How could she possibly make it with a lesbian? This wouldn't be like what had happened with Peggy. Frank wouldn't be there. Candice was afraid that as soon as things got serious she'd get turned off. She didn't want to hurt Kelly. And she didn't want any trouble with Kelly. Now that Kelly was gone, Candice regretted yielding to Kelly's flirtation.

They met after Candice finished at the gallery and went to a cocktail lounge. They sat at the bar drinking and Candice was sure no one could guess what was going on. Kelly certainly didn't look gay. For the first time since Candice had known her, Kelly was wearing a dress. Candice thought Kelly looked beautiful. Her legs were perfect.

Kelly made Candice talk about herself. "Tell me about your husband. Tell me what he's like."

Candice talked about Martin. She didn't want to let on too much. She never liked talking about her problems and she said nothing specific to Kelly about the sexual problems she had with Martin. She admitted there were problems, but she wouldn't talk about them.

After the bar, Kelly took Candice to a cozy restaurant. Kelly insisted that everything would be on her.

"I get the fun of treating you," she said.

"That's the way it is and you'll just have to learn to live with it."

Candice did like her. She listened as Kelly talked about herself. Unlike Candice, Kelly talked freely about her sex life. Candice was embarrassed in the beginning, but after a while she felt more at ease.

"I don't hate men," Kelly said. "You know I'm gay, but the fact is I don't hate men. I just enjoy women more. I always have. I can't remember a time that I ever liked boys more than girls. Men are all right, but they don't turn me on. And if you like sex the way I do, it's important who turns you on."

After three drinks and some delicious French food, Candice was feeling mellow. She was intrigued by the idea of making it with Kelly. All kinds of images came into her mind. She tried to picture the two of them squirming on a bed. She wondered what Kelly looked like naked. She wondered how Kelly would make love to her. Kelly wasn't Peggy. Kelly was prettier and more intelligent than Peggy. Candice turned herself on thinking about Kelly going down on her, Kelly's tongue in her cunt, her fuck-juice spilling on Kelly's pretty face. Did she want Kelly sue king her pussy? Yes, she did. She did want it. Now she knew it would be better than the time she'd had with Frank and Peggy. She quivered as she thought of Kelly working her over.

After dinner, Candice accepted Kelly's suggestion that they go to Kelly's apartment. The idea made sense because Kelly's apartment was near the restaurant, but of course from this point on Candice had committed herself.

Candice could sense a new excitement in Kelly. In the elevator, Kelly slipped her arm around Candice's waist and whispered in Candice's ear. "I can't believe you're here."

"Well, I'm here, all right. Maybe I shouldn't be here, but I'm here."

"Come on, Candice."

"Kelly, I'm straight!"

"I know you're straight. That's the reason I'm crazy about you. If you were just another dyke, I wouldn't care one way or the other!"

Inside Kelly's apartment, Candice felt more relaxed. She had another drink, and then Kelly put some music on the stereo and came to sit next to Candice on the sofa. They talked about the apartment awhile and then about Kelly's painting. She had one large room that she used as a studio. "Someday I'm going to paint you."

"I don't know."

"You're beautiful, Candice. I'm going to do the most fantastic oil of you and then you won't be unhappy anymore."

They both laughed, and then suddenly Kelly leaned over and kissed Candice's mouth. Candice stiffened under the kiss, but then she yielded. Kelly finally pulled her lips away. "Am I going too fast?"

"I don't know. I don't know what I want." Kelly kissed her again. This time Kelly's tongue pushed at Candice's lips and Candice opened her mouth. They kissed deeply, Kelly's tongue exploring Candice's teeth and gums. Candice quivered when she felt Kelly's hand on one of her tits.

"I'm dying to fuck you," Kelly said.

Candice groaned. "Oh Kelly!"

The blonde's hand continued fondling Candice's tit. "Does it bother you when I talk like that? I like using the right words for things."

"I don't mind."

Kelly chuckled. "You don't know what a lez like me can do!"

"I guess I don't."

"I do everything, baby. I do anything you might think of. I'd like to suck you. Do you like getting sucked?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Where?"

"Yes, where? How about your ass? Do you like getting your ass sucked?"

"Oh Kelly?"

Kelly laughed and kissed the tip of Candice's nose. "Come on, let's get this blouse off so I can see your tits."

Candice was trembling now. The way Kelly talked about sex had turned her on. She remained passive as Kelly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away. Then Candice's bra was unhooked and tossed away and her tits were free.

Kelly looked at them a long time without touching. "Keep your shoulders back, I want to look."

"They're just tits!"

"They turn me on!"

Finally Kelly touched them. She cupped the undersides of Candice's tits and lifted them in her hands. Candice looked down at the way her tits were raised by Kelly's hands. "Well, that's uplift, isn't it?"