Donna Allen: Naughty nympho wife

"Now the other side," he said.

She looked at him. "The other side?"

"Your ass. Turn around and show me your ass."

She quivered with excitement as she turned her back to him. "It's not my best feature."

"The hell you say."

"I thought you said you were a leg man!"

"I'm an ass man, too. Christ, what an ass, Candice. It's perfect!"

"I don't believe you."

Suddenly he was down there behind her, kissing her ass, running his tongue in her ass-crack.

She groaned and trembled at the feel of his lips. "What are you doing?"

He paid no attention to her. For a moment she thought she'd lose her balance and fall down. His mouth was all over her ass, around and then inside her ass-crack. He pulled her asscheeks apart with his hands and lapped his tongue up and down in the deep valley between them. A shudder ran through her as she felt the wetness of his mouth. She bent forward. She grabbed hold of the bar, bent forward and moved her legs apart. All right, do it, she thought. No one had ever done it before, but now she wanted it. She groaned as she felt his lips and tongue against her asshole.

"Oh Frank!"

Yes, he was doing it. She could feel his wet tongue lapping her asshole. She couldn't help wiggling. She thought it was so lewd to wiggle her ass while a man was kissing her like that, but she couldn't help it. The feel of it, the idea that he had his tongue back there, was driving her crazy.

"Frank, please stop!"

"Just hold still a moment!"

"It's too much."

"Just hold still!"

And then she felt it. His tongue pushing inside, drilling inside her asshole like a wet snake. The feeling was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Not like a finger. A finger was hard and unyielding. Frank's tongue was something else. She loved it. She folded her arms on the bar and rested her head on them. She pushed her ass back at Frank's mouth to get more of his tongue inside her ass.

"Oh, that's awful!" she said with a groan. His tongue in her asshole. Frank Mason's tongue up her ass. This certainly wasn't what Martin had in mind. She giggled at the thought. No, this was certainly not what Martin had been thinking about.

Frank finally pulled his face away from her ass and rose up. He took her arm and they hurried to the sofa. She lay down on her back expecting he would mount her and fuck her, but he told her to turn over and get on her knees.

She did what he wanted. At first she was afraid he would try to put his cock up her ass, but then she felt his cock-knob pushing at her cunt-hole and she relaxed. He just wanted to fuck her from behind. She liked the position. Martin never did it that much, even though she always liked it.

She and Frank both groaned when his cock slid inside her cunt. She shuddered as she felt his long curved cock sliding inside her cunt channel. It was like being stabbed with a long curved sword.

You're crazy, she thought. He was fucking her with a cock, not a sword. Sword or no sword, she loved it. She didn't care that it didn't last too long. Frank fucked away in her cunt, his belly slapping against her ass, and then he grunted and started shooting his jism in her pussy.

"Christ, you're a great fuck," he said. "I've been wanting to do this for years!"

And he was a great fuck, too. She hadn't thought that long about fucking him, but now that they were doing it she was in heaven.

She told herself it was a way to save her marriage. For days Candice could think of nothing but the time she'd spent with Frank. One day she'd wallow in guilt and the next day she'd argue with herself that it wasn't her fault and anyway it was a way to save her marriage. She couldn't hear the thought of divorcing Martin, and if she could have a sex-life outside marriage maybe divorce was unnecessary.

Martin was still out of town when Frank spoke to her again. Frank called her at the gallery to make a date for that evening. Candice felt no reticence about seeing him. She agreed immediately. She hated games. Maybe the cute thing was to resist at first and then yield, but she hated games like that and she told him right out that she'd see him. Frank said he'd pick her up that evening at eight.

Shortly after Frank's phone call, Kelly Reed, one of the new women painters came in. No one was in the gallery and Candice was glad to have someone to talk to and help her forget about her marital problems.

Kelly was an attractive girl with short blonde hair and a graceful body and an air of determination about her. She was aggressive, sometimes almost brusque in the way she talked to people. She did oil paintings of women, mostly nudes and some of them boldly erotic. Candice didn't know much about Kelly. She thought Kelly was a talented painter, but they hadn't talked much in the few weeks that Kelly had been connected with the gallery.

Now they had coffee and, chatted about the gallery and Kelly's paintings. "I ought to have a show," Kelly said.

Candice nodded. "You will, sooner or later."

"What do I do to get Harold to see that I need a show?"

Harold Miller was the owner of the gallery. "You just talk to him," Candice said.

Kelly frowned. "I'm not going to fuck him. Fm sure not going to fuck him." She looked at Candice. "Do you make it with him?"

Candice shook her head. "He's not like that. He stays close to home."

"They're all like that. I've been around long enough to know what they're like."

Kelly walked around the gallery awhile, and then she came back to Candice and said: "Why don't we have dinner together sometime? I'd like to get to know you."

Candice nodded. "All right."

"You're married, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Is it working?"

Candice shrugged. "Sometimes."

"That's too bad. You're too pretty to be unhappy. I like the blouse. I wish I could wear clothes like that. If I wear a blouse like that, it hangs on me like a rag. Someone ought to design blouses for girls without tits."

Candice chuckled. "Oh, you're not that bad. I think you can wear anything you want."

"I'd like to paint you sometime. Maybe we could talk about that when we have dinner. I'd like to do a nude of you. Would you have any interest in that?"

Their eyes met and Candice suddenly realized that maybe Kelly was gay. Candice was flustered. "I don't know. I've never been painted like that and I don't know."

"Well, we'll talk about it sometime, okay?"

Kelly waved at Candice as she left the gallery, and Candice sat there wondering about the girl. Girl or woman. Candice thought Kelly couldn't be much younger than she was. An interesting girl. But if Kelly was a lez, Candice would shy away. She wasn't into that. She didn't think she needed anything like that. She had nothing against gay women but she wasn't about to start up with one.

You're a little girl who needs a cock, Candice thought. Yes, she did. She started thinking about Frank again and their date that evening.

It was an early day for Candice, a day when the gallery closed at three. She decided to shop for some clothes. She wanted a new dress and maybe some other things. She went to a fashionable store where she bought a white summer dress with a plunging neckline. The salesgirl said Candice looked marvelous in the dress. "Is there anything else you'd like?"

Candice said yes, she might want some lingerie. "A garterbelt, I think. Something in black."

The salesgirl smiled. "Something sexy?"

Candice tried not to blush. "Yes, why not?" You're acting like a Salvation Army girl, Candice thought. There was no reason why she had to be embarrassed about buying a sexy garterbelt. She was doing it for Frank, of course. She wanted to please him tonight. She'd surprise him with a garterbelt and nylons and maybe that black negligee that she'd worn only a few times for Martin. Frank said he was turned on by lingerie and tonight he would get what he wanted.