Donna Allen - Naughty nympho wife

He had his cock out. Bruno had his fingers curled around his cock, his thumb and forefinger pressing his cock-head to squeeze some fuck-juice out of his piss-hole. Her mouth filled with Al's cock, she watched spellbound as a glob of fuck-juice oozed out of Bruno's piss-hole and dropped down to the floor.

Oh yes, she wanted that. Oh God, yes. She dropped Al's cock out of her mouth, kept her mouth hanging open and waited for Bruno. He muttered something as he moved in. She didn't care what he was saying. His cock-head pushed between her lips, the tube of his cock filling her mouth, his cock-knob sliding over her tongue and down to the crack of her throat.

"Look at that," Al said. "She sucks like an angel. Look at that mouth!"

"That's a pretty mouth," Bruno said.

She felt like a slut but she loved it. She sucked Bruno's cock awhile and then she dropped it and went back to Al. First one cock and then the other. Two fat pricks to lick and suck and taste. She wished they were both naked so she could play with their balls. She wanted to hold a pair of balls in each hand while she sucked on their cocks.

They finally stopped the sucking in order to undress her. She remained completely passive, licking her lips as she looked at their dangling pricks. They stripped her down to her nylons and then she had to bend over and suck Bruno again. This time Al got naked and moved behind her and in a moment he had his cock in her cunt while she fucked her face up and down on Bruno's prick.

She felt skewered, one cock in her mouth and the other in her cunt. She had a crazy vision that the two cocks were connected, one solid tube of fuck-meat going right through her body. She wondered what Martin would think if he saw her now. He'd either kill her or divorce her. This was wilder than anything she had ever done. Oh yes, she'd thought about it, because every woman thinks about it sooner or later, but thinking wasn't doing and this was definitely doing. Her cunt sucking a cock at one end and her mouth sucking at the other end. Then she pulled her mouth off Bruno's cock and complained.

"Listen, this is all right, but it's not comfortable for me. Isn't there a bed in this place?"

The men stripped after that and they all moved into the part of the loft that served as Bruno's bedroom. She was into it now, overwhelmed by just, eager to fuck both of them, to try everything and anything they could think of. When they were at the bed, she sat down on the edge of it and grabbed both pairs of balls in her hands.

"Just let me do what I want a moment!"

They stood there while she sucked their cocks one after the other, her mouth loose and hot as it moved from prick to prick. She loved it. She loved having her hands filled with their balls. She loved the surplus of cock-flesh, one cock waiting while she sucked the other.

Finally they stopped her. Bruno lay down on the bed and she had to bend over him to suck his cock again. Al fondled her ass-cheeks and tickled her asshole. When he pushed a finger inside her ass, she didn't stop him. He chuckled as he worked his finger around. He understood she wouldn't mind his cock up her ass if that's what he wanted.

"First the cunt," Al said. He rubbed the knob of his cock up and down her cunt and then fucked it inside her cunt-hole. He fucked his prick in and out awhile as she sucked Bruno. Then Al pulled his cock out of her cunt and bent over her ass to spit on her asshole. "Here comes the Great Communicator!" She felt his cockhead pushing inside her asshole to stretch the walls of her shit-tube.

Now she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her ass, the full glory of it, mouth and asshole packed solid with hot prick, two crazy painters making a meat sandwich out of her on a ratty bed in a dingy loft.

Candice, you're crazy, she thought. Was this anything a respectable woman might to? No, it wasn't, all the respectable women did was dream about it. Fuck all the respectable women.

She reveled in the lewdness of it, the feel of it, the raunch and sweat and grunting. Bruno was watching the way her mouth sucked his cock and Al was watching the way his cock fucked in and out of her ass. She wandered if he had her shit on his cock. She hoped he did. Frank had once told her it wasn't any fun to fuck a woman's asshole unless he got her shit on his cock. That was the whole idea of it, fucking the shit out of her ass and making her get off on it.

"I want her pussy!" Bruno said.

Al laughed. "I'm not puffing out. You want me to pull out, Candice?"

She lifted her head from Bruno's crotch. "If you do, I'll kill you!"

"Don't you want a sandwich? You get Bruno in your cunt and me in the backdoor. We'll do a little shuffle on the bed and fuck your brains out!"

Candice groaned. "Do whatever you want!" Al snickered as he pulled out of her ass. She was afraid to look at him, afraid she'd be embarrassed by the shit on his cock that she knew was there. She hadn't expected to have her ass fucked in Bruno's place. She hadn't been prepared for it.

But if Al noticed anything on his cock he said nothing. He showed her how to mount Bruno, how to ride Bruno's cock so that her ass was accessible. She was in a daze as she did what they wanted. All she cared about now was getting a cock stuffed into each fuck-hole and blasting off.

Before long all three of them had what they wanted. Bruno was on his back and Candice was on top of him with his cock in her cunt. Al straddled Bruno's legs behind Candice and slipped his cock back inside her asshole.

At first she thought it wouldn't work, she thought they would split her in two. But then she adjusted to the feeling, to the tremendous pressure of two cocks in her body at the same time. The fear passed into amazement and the amazement into a glorious pleasure. It was better than all the fantasies, better than anything she'd ever dreamed about.

They found a rhythm. She felt so close to them. How much closer could people be? One man in her cunt and the other in her ass. At the moment they knew more about her than her husband did.

"Come on, fuck me!" she said. She started tossing her ass around, and before long they were both coming, one cock spurting jism in her cunt and the other pouring a load up her ass. Bruno grabbed one of her nipples between his teeth and bit it as she flew over the moon.

Arthur Fogarty was a wealthy old art collector who frequently visited the gallery where Candice worked. He often chatted with her and sometimes he even flirted. Candice never took him seriously, but it was Arthur Fogarty who was to provide her with the solution to her problems with her husband.

One day Fogarty came in as usual, looked at a new painting he'd been interested in, and bought it. After the sale was completed, Candice offered him coffee and they sat and talked. As he often did, Fogarty flirted with her, telling her how attractive she was and how she was the only reason he kept returning to the gallery when there were other places that had more to offer.

"I like pretty girls," he said. "I'm not so old that I can't appreciate them!"

Candice wondered about him. Six months ago she might have thought he was too old for her. But she knew better now. These days she was more and more convinced that the most important thing in a man was experience. As he had more than once in the past, Fogarty asked her to have dinner with him. This time she accepted. "Yes, I think I will."

Fogarty beamed. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"When?"

Martin was out of town again and she was bored. "Tonight, if you like!"

Yes, he liked the idea very much. They arranged that he would pick her up at her house at eight. He left soon after that, and Candice finished out her day at the gallery wondering what her evening would be like with Arthur Fogarty. She hoped, she wasn't wrong about him. He could turn out to be an old fossil and she'd have just another dull evening.