Donna Allen: Naughty nympho wife

"I don't drink when I'm working," Molloy said.

"Well, I'm drinking," Candice said. "I can't talk about this unless I have a drink. I'd feel more comfortable if you have one with me."

Molloy nodded and said he'd have a bourbon and water. Candice made his drink, brought it to him and sat down facing him in an easy chair. She was nervous. She sipped the vodka she had poured into a glass. "You said on the phone you could find out about my husband. How long will it take?"

They talked about her belief that Martin was cheating. Molloy asked questions about Martin, about his job and habits. He said the fact that Martin traveled a great deal would make the investigation expensive. Candice said she had the money. She said she wanted Molloy to find out about Martin one way or the other and she would pay him whatever was necessary. Molloy took a retainer and said he would get to work. Two weeks later Candice met Molloy in a cocktail lounge downtown and he turned over a photograph of Martin and a woman entering a taxi on a street not two blocks away from where Candice was sitting.

"He picked this one up in a place down the street, one of those singles bars," Molloy said. "He also had a girl last week in Cleveland but I couldn't get a photograph. Anyway, he's been seeing some women, all right."

Candice was mesmerized by the photo. "Here in town?"

"I took the picture myself."

"Where did they go?"

Molloy sighed. "They went to her apartment. He was up there three, hours and then he came down alone and went home. In Cleveland the story was the same. He doesn't make it with hookers. He goes to a singles bar, picks up a girl and goes home with her. So I think you've got a little problem with your husband."

"You don't know how big it is."

"Yes, I do know. I've been in this business a long time."

Molloy tried to console her. He talked to Candice about marriage and cheating and why people do it. Candice liked him and she was extremely upset about Martin. When Molloy asked her to have dinner with him in the restaurant attached to the bar, she accepted and was thankful for it.

They continued talking during dinner and she had two more drinks. She felt miserable and confused. She wrote a check out for Molloy and handed it to him. "I guess I won't need you anymore."

Molloy nodded. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

Molloy took her out to his car, and once they were inside they somehow moved together and Candice found herself kissing him. Molloy pulled away and chuckled. "Now we're mixing business with pleasure. I don't like to do that!"

"Kiss me again!" Candice said.

He kissed her again. He put one of his big hands on her tits and fondled her. Candice felt better about Martin. She always felt better in the arms of a man. Molloy continued kissing her and soon his hand dropped down under her skirt and between her legs to find her pussy.

"We could go to my place," Molloy said.

Candice shook her head. "No, I don't want to." She was not anxious to fuck him. All she wanted to do was get her mind off Martin and her problems. She found Molloy's zipper, pulled it down and searched inside his pants for his cock. He groaned when she brought his cock out. "Why don't you come to my place?"

She didn't answer him. Instead, she went down on him, closing her mouth over his cock-knob and sucking up the fuck-juice that was already leaking out of his piss-hole. This was one way to forget about Martin. With a juicy cock in her mouth, the problems she had no longer seemed to matter. Molloy had a nice cock, his cock-knob clean and tasty and hot. She pumped his cock-shaft with her fingers. She wanted to bring him off in her mouth. She wanted the sharp taste of jism in her mouth.

Martin, go fuck yourself, she thought. She had never thought about Martin like that before and she felt suddenly liberated. Then Molloy groaned and started shooting his load in her mouth and she had to pay attention to what was happening. She finished milking him with her hand, sucking on his piss-hole to get the last of his come.

When she finally pulled her mouth away, Molloy whistled through his teeth. "Christ, you know how to do that, don't you?"

Candice sat up and wiped her mouth with a tissue. "How come you're not married?"

Molloy laughed. "I was married ten years and now I'm divorced. I like it better this way. I get to meet more people!"

"Like me!"

"Sure, like you. Let's go somewhere and have a party!"

She turned him down. She had the taste of his jism in her mouth, but she didn't want to fuck him. She was too depressed to do anything except let him drive her home.

It took a while for Candice to work up the nerve to confront Martin, but finally she did it. She told him she knew he slept with other women and she said they had to talk about it.

At first Martin denied it. He said it wasn't true. He expressed his annoyance. "Where the hell are you getting ideas like that?"

Candice told him about the private detective and about the photograph. "If you want to see the photograph, I still have it."

"Jesus Christ!"

"Martin, we've got to talk."

"All right, we're talking."

"I've been cheating, too."

"What?"

"You heard me. We've bath been cheating each other!"

He groaned and started pacing the room, swearing at her, questioning her to make sure he understood what she was trying to tell him. "What the hell for?"

"Because I was lonely."

"Oh Jesus!"

"And what about you? Were you lonely, too?"

"Sometimes I just need some diversion. It's the job, Candice. Sometimes the fucking job drives me up the wall and I just have to blow off some steam!"

"But not with me?"

"If you want to fight, we'll fight!" She didn't want to fight, she wanted to repair her marriage. She made him sit down beside her on the sofa and she kissed him. A hot kiss. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth.

"I think we love each other," she said.

They consoled each other in their misery. She kissed him again and put her hand in his lap. She giggled when she found he had a hard-on. She unzipped his fly, brought his cock out and rubbed her thumb over his wet knob. "I guess I still turn you on. Tell me about those women."

She pulled it out of him, made him tell her about his affairs, his women, what the women did in bed and what they looked like. Martin was soon talking freely about everything and Candice could tell that the more he talked the more turned on he was getting.

Then he asked her about her lovers and she told him a few things. Not everything. She didn't tell him about the women, or about Mrs. Fogarty fucking her in the ass with a dildo. She didn't think Martin could handle that. Maybe someday, but not now.

Then she convinced him to come with her to the bedroom. With his cock hard and leaking like it was, he didn't need much convincing to get him there. They both giggled as she led him along by his cock. "I'm going to do things to you."

"Like what?"

She teased. "Oh, you'll see. I'm going to get you so hot, you'll go crazy."

That was the idea she had from the Fogarty's. She understood now she had to make Martin so hot that he would depend on her for his sexual satisfaction. He might fuck another woman here and there, but he would always come back to his wife to get the real thing.

In the bedroom they undressed. Candice told him she wanted to give him a massage.

Martin snickered. "You never did that before. What do you know about that?"

"Maybe I've been working in a massage parlor."

"The hell you have!"

She made him lie down on the bed on his stomach. She poured skin lotion over his back and began massaging him. She worked on his shoulders and back and then his lower back. He mumbled something when she started massaging his ass.

"I didn't hear you," she said.