Donna Allen - Naughty nympho wife

He fucked like a machine, no frills, nothing but the deep thrusting, his thick cock-shaft stretching her cunt-mouth as his cock slid in and out. She was still under the spell of what she had done before, thinking about his crotch, his hairy balls, the smell and taste of his ass. She had never done that to a man before. Or to a woman. Kelly had sucked her ass, but Candice hadn't returned the favor. Now she had licked the asshole of a complete stranger, a cop she'd picked up on the street. And she wasn't regretful.

She loved licking his ass, tickling his asshole with her tongue. His hairy ass. It was the maleness that turned her on, the funky smell of his balls, the taste of his ass, the hair tickling her nose and lips. She realized now that a woman wouldn't be that exciting to her. Balling Peggy and Kelly had been nice, but what she needed was a man with a cock and balls and a hairy ass.

The cop was talking to her now, telling her what a good fuck she was, rubbing her asshole with his finger as he stroked his cock in and out of her stretched cunt-hole.

Then his finger was inside her ass, and from the size of it she guessed it was his thumb. He screwed his thumb around and she went crazy because it felt like a cock and she thought she had a cock in both fuck-holes. She cried out and came, the piss gushing out of her pussy to drench the insides of her thighs and the mattress between her legs.

The cop felt her cunt-channel contracting on his sliding cock and he started shooting his come-load. Then he smelled the piss and he cursed as he slapped her ass. "Jesus fucking Christ, I hope they got a rubber sheet on the fucking bed!"

The months rolled by and then it was summer and Candice and Martin had a two-week vacation in Colorado. Martin went fishing every day and Candice sat around reading and sipping daiquiris. At night they fucked, banging up and down on the bed in their cabin. The fucking was better than usual because Martin was more relaxed, but Candice was accustomed to exotic sex now and things never got that far with her husband. Then the vacation was over and they were once again back home in the routine of everyday living.

One day in the gallery, Al Gorman the painter walked in and spoke to Candice. "How come you don't like me anymore?"

Candice looked up from her desk. "I never said I don't like you!"

"Then let's have a drink after you get off work."

"I can't, Al. My husband is expecting me home."

"Tell him you broke a leg or something."

He flirted with her, nagging her until she finally agreed to meet him in a bar after she finished at the gallery. She wasn't that enthusiastic about seeing him again, but she was horny. She never saw Frank anymore, and a few hours with Al Gorman would certainly be better than nothing. Better than going home to watch some stupid show on TV while Martin snored on the sofa.

When she arrived at the bar, she found Al with a friend. Al introduced his friend Bruno to Candice.

"This is the loveliest woman you're ever going to meet," Al said. "This is premium woman, Bruno, so hold onto the jewels!"

Candice frowned. "I'm not interested in anyone's jewels!"

Bruno was another crazy painter. Of all the artists Candice knew, the painters were the craziest. Some of them were so whacked out they couldn't function anymore. Al was still functioning, but she wasn't too sure how long it would be before he was finished like the others.

Both Al and Bruno flirted with her as they sat at the bar. She had fucked Al only once, but she remembered it very well. That night at the party. The way he'd gone down on her. The two of them wrestling on that bed. She thought of his mouth between her legs as she bantered with them. She wouldn't mind his tongue down there right at that moment. She was a little annoyed that he had Bruno with him.

Her annoyance soon increased further. As they continued bantering, she realized that Bruno knew she'd made it with Al. She didn't like that at all. She didn't like the idea that Al talked about her to his friends. Then she told herself the hell with secrets, she had nothing to be ashamed of. She wouldn't want Martin to find out, but with these two crazy painters she had nothing to hide. When Al suggested they go to Bruno's studio, she shrugged and said sure, why not? She hoped she and Al would leave Bruno's place later on. They would still have a few hours and maybe they would go to his place and fuck.

She admitted to herself that was all she cared about. She wanted a good fuck and with the right encouragement Al could be a good fuck. She was amused at herself because she realized she was thinking just like a man about fucking. Well, maybe they're right, she thought. Maybe that's the only way to think about it.

They took a taxi to Bruno's place, and when they were inside Candice started drinking again. She'd been drinking wine at the bar and she stayed with it. Wine never made her too drunk. She wanted to stay sober enough to get Al out of there and to a bed somewhere. She wasn't worried about Martin. If he asked any questions, which he never did, she would tell him she'd been out with her girlfriends.

After fifteen minutes or so in the open space that served as Bruno's living room, Bruno disappeared and Al started kissing her. She didn't mind. She liked it. She cuddled into his arms as he worked his tongue in her mouth. When he put his hand on her tits, she didn't mind that either. Al chuckled in her ear and told her he'd been dying to fuck for months.

"Ever since that night at the party. Remember that night?"

"Sure, I remember it."

"I keep thinking about the taste of your pussy."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not!"

"You're just trying to turn me on."

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, stop it. Not until we're out of here!"

"Hell, we can't walk out on Bruno."

"Sure we can."

"Haven't you ever made it with two guys? I thought you liked him!"

She was speechless. She hadn't thought of that at all. Not the two of them. Now she understood why Bruno had been at the bar. Al had invited him. Al's idea was that both of them would fuck her. She groaned and pulled away from him. "Oh no, I can't do that!"

He argued with her. He said it was nothing special. He said his friends were making scenes like that all the time. The women always liked it. They always had enough cock to keep them happy when they had two guys. "You won't be sorry. Do it and you'll see you won't be sorry!"

Gradually she gave in. She couldn't deny the idea was exciting. She had once fucked two men in one day, Frank in the afternoon and Martin in the evening. She'd been excited by it, too. The most exciting moment was when Martin slipped his cock inside her cunt. Her pussy had been fucked out after a long session with Frank, one of the rare times he'd fucked her cunt instead of her ass, and there was Martin rooting around in her fucked-out cunt. It was obvious he couldn't tell the difference. She'd had two men one after the other and now she had a chance to have two men at the same time. She played out her resistance, but when Al started kissing her again and talking about making it with Bruno, she said nothing and just kissed him back. Al wasn't stupid and he knew that he'd won.

He pulled her hand over to his cock, then he told her to bring it out. She unzipped his fly and dragged his cock out of his pants. It felt good in her hand, hot and hard, his cock-shaft throbbing beneath her fingers.

"Suck it!" he said. "Get some cock in your mouth!"

She went down on him. She didn't care anymore that this was Bruno's place and Bruno might walk in. She would make it with both of them, let them fuck her and suck her and do whatever they wanted with her. Whatever they wanted she would like. She liked sucking Al's fat cock. He smelled like he hadn't had a bath in a week and she giggled because it turned her on. She wondered if Bruno smelled as strong as Al. Then she felt a presence, and when she turned her head to look she saw Bruno standing there watching them.