Donna Allen: Naughty nympho wife

"I'm not tough, I'm married. And I want to stay married."

"Okay, okay."

He turned away from her and started talking about his work. Suddenly the sexual interest was gone and he was all business. She found herself unhappy about it. In the back of her mind she'd hoped he'd ask to see her again. She might be willing if they could do it carefully. But he seemed uninterested now. They were back to where things had been in the past. They'd fucked just once and she guessed that, as far as he was concerned, it was nothing special.

Poor little Candice, she thought. She was always so stupid with men. She was happy when Al finally left the gallery. She didn't care about his new painting. He could take his damn painting and stick it up his hairy asshole. At five-thirty she closed the gallery and went home to get ready for Frank.

When she arrived at the house, the first thing she did was mix herself a martini. Then, after looking through the mail and finishing half the martini, she stripped her clothes off and climbed into the shower. Once the water hit her, she felt better. She started thinking about Frank Mason. She wondered about him as she lathered her body with soap. She found herself doing more than just getting soap on her skip. Lathering her tits worked her up a little, and then when she did her pussy the effect was even greater. She was horny. She could feel the tension in her pussy and the stiffness of her nipples confirmed it.

Later, when she dressed for the evening, she became turned on again. This time she decided to do something about it. She stood in front of her vanity table with one foot on the bench and masturbated while she watched herself in the mirror. She liked to do it like this, watching her cunt get whacked off in a mirror. She could see her fuck-juices glistening on her fingers.

It didn't take long. She rubbed all of her cunt until she was close to coming and then she used two fingers directly on the shaft of her clit to finish it. She moaned and pumped her ass as she came. She could easily climax two or three more times, but she stopped right there.

You're a horny little girl, she thought. Was she becoming a nympho? She'd never been so obsessed with sex before. Then she told herself she wasn't obsessed at all, she was just a normal woman with normal needs. It wasn't her fault Martin had lost interest in her. Other men still found her attractive and sexy. Martin's best friend certainly looked at her as though he was interested.

She decided to wear the black pumps with stiletto heels. She found some smoke-colored pantyhose and pulled them on. She wondered what Frank was like in bed. You couldn't tell much about a man just by looking at him.

People always had two personalities, the one you knew and the one they fucked with. Maybe the one they fucked with was the real person and the other one just an act. She often felt that way about herself. The way she was in bed was closer to what she was and what she wanted to be.

She thought about Frank fucking her and it made her hot again. No, she wouldn't whack off any more. She forced herself to think about something else. She turned the TV on and watched a stupid sitcom until finally the doorbell rang and Frank was there. With a sigh of relief, she grabbed her purse and went to meet him. He had a smile for her when she opened the door.

"Right on time," he said. "Don't you like that? Don't you like a man to be punctual?"

Candice teased him. "Two minutes late." She closed and locked the front door, took his arm and walked with him out to his car.

They talked about where to go and finally decided on a steak house. When they arrived, they had a drink at the bar first. Frank complimented Candice on her appearance.

"You're a knockout," he said. "I always thought Martin was a lucky guy." He looked her over as they sat beside each other on the bar stools. "Great body. Great legs. Honest, Candice, your legs bring out the beast in me!" Candice chuckled. "I never knew you liked my legs that much."

"I like the rest of it, too!"

"But you're what they call a leg man."

"Yeah, I guess so. High heels, nylons, garterbelts."

"Do men really get turned on by those things?"

"This man does."

In a short while they entered the dining room and sat down. Candice was happy. It was nice to be out with Frank. She liked the way he talked and she liked the way he looked. She felt good. Maybe it was because she had no reason to feel guilty. The whole thing was Martin's idea. He was the one who had told Frank to take her out. Well, here they were doing what Martin wanted.

She'd always liked Frank. She'd always thought he was sexy. She was glad that she'd worn the pumps with stiletto heels. They did make her legs look good.

"Tell me about your love-life," she said. Frank chuckled. "I'm not retired yet."

"I think you'll get married again."

"The hell I will. At least not for a long time." She wanted to ask him about his women. Did they all have nice legs? Did they wear garterbelts? Did he fuck them while they had their nylons on? Men were really so strange. They all had their little quirks. Martin had a thing about her mouth. He said watching her mouth on his cock was the most exciting thing in the world. He said when they'd first met it was her mouth that had got to him. Maybe it was just a line, but she liked it. She liked the idea that Frank was crazy about her legs.

After the meal was finished, she talked Frank into coming back to the house for drinks. He wanted to find a disco somewhere, but she said she was too tired. And she was. She'd worked hard all day and tomorrow she'd be at work again.

"I'll be more comfortable at home," she said. When they were inside the house, she went to the bar to fix a drink for each of them. Frank came up behind her and kissed her neck. Just a light kiss at first, and then he pressed against her back and kissed her neck with more conviction.

She quivered under the kiss. She couldn't help leaning back against him. "Frank, you're his best friend."

"So what."

She said nothing more. She had no idea what to say and there was nothing she wanted to say. She turned around and in a moment she was in his arms and he was kissing her mouth.

A thrill ran through her when his hands moved over her body. In all the years of knowing him, this was the first time he had ever touched her. He moved both hands between them to cup and squeeze her tits through her dress. Then his hands dropped down to her waist and around to her ass. He cupped her asscheeks, squeezing and rolling them gently.

She moaned under his mouth and pressed against him. She could feel his cock against her belly, the hardness of his prick pushing at her. She wanted to touch him but she held back. His hands felt so good on her ass. Then he whispered in her ear: "Let's get our clothes off."

She said nothing. She was afraid to break the spell. Like two dancers in a choreographed duet, they faced each other and stripped their clothes off. Right there in the living room with all the lights on. The two drinks she'd mixed were still standing on the bar. Frank had seen her in a bikini a few times, but of course he'd never seen her naked. Now she was naked in front of him. And he was naked in front of her.

He had a nice body, lean and muscled. His cock was erect and it looked delicious. He had a long circumcised cock and she was amused and excited by the way it curved to one side. His balls were drawn up tight under the base of his cock-shaft.

Frank noticed the way she looked at his cock. He curled his fingers around his cockshaft and slowly stroked it. "Meet Frank Mason."

"Mmmm, I like it!"

"And I like you!"

She blushed as he looked her over. Somehow it felt so perfect to be standing there naked in front of him while he inspected her body. She watched his cock weaving back and forth and it tuned her on.