Donna Allen: Naughty nympho wife

The salesgirl brought out a collection of things and Candice finally chose two lace garterbelts, one red and one black. She bought half a dozen pairs of conventional nylons that she thought were too expensive.

The salesgirl shrugged. "They're getting popular again and the price may come down soon. What about panties? I've got crotchless panties in black lace or red lace. They'd go with those garterbelts."

Now Candice did blush. "Crotchless panties? Oh my!"

The salesgirl chuckled. She brought out two boxes, opened one and held up a pair of crotchless panties. "Nice? After the garterbelt and nylons turn him on, this will get him directly to the main course!"

Candice did not buy the panties. She thought that was too much. Too blatant. Like wearing a sign that said suck my pussy. Maybe some women could do it, but she couldn't. At least not yet. She was changing and maybe someday she'd have enough confidence to wear panties like that. She paid for what she'd bought, found a taxi outside the shop, and hurried home.

The first thing she did when she arrived at the house was to climb into a bubble bath. She groaned with pleasure as she lay back in the tub and reined. A hot bath always felt so good.

She thought about Frank and their date. It was like being single again. It was such fun to be anticipating a hot date with a man later on in the evening. Frank did turn her on. They'd fucked only once and the newness of the affair was terribly exciting. She hadn't felt that way about Al Gorman. She found Frank much more exciting than Al Gorman, and as she lay there in the tub she quivered as she thought about him.

After the bath she dried and perfumed her body and made up her face and then she began trying on her new lingerie. She had to decide what to wear and she wanted to see what she looked like.

You're like a kid with a new box of candy, she thought as she unwrapped what she'd bought.

Candy for Candice. She tried the black first, the black lace garterbelt and sheer black nylons and black high-heeled sandals. When she looked in the full-length mirror, she was thoroughly shocked.

Oh wow, she thought. Like something out of a sex magazine. Candice Leonard dressed for fucking, it was different than being naked. The garterbelt and stockings and shoes made the nakedness completely erotic. No wonder men were turned on by it. She was turned on herself. She loved the way her cunt-bush looked below the frame of the wispy black garterbelt. And the nylons made her legs look so lovely.

During the next hour she had a ball trying on the garterbelts with various shades of stockings and shoe styles. She was soon turned on enough to feel the wetness in her cunt and she had to masturbate a little to get the edge off. She stood in front of the full-length mirror as she rubbed her pussy. She thought she looked so whorish wearing nothing but stockings and high heels. But she did like it. Some women were wearing stockings like this now and she decided she'd be one of them. Goodbye pantyhose. They were too warm in summer anyway, and certainly not as sexy.

She wondered what Martin was doing at that moment. Did he ever get lonely when he was traveling? He was always with a team of salesmen and she assumed they spent their evening together playing cards or something. Martin wasn't the type to go off alone at night. At least she didn't think so. He was usually too exhausted by nine o'clock to do anything except watch TV.

Her fingers felt so good in her pussy. She rubbed her cunt-lips and between them and down in her cunt-hole. She avoided her clit. She was too hot now to touch her clit without going off at once. She wished she had a man to go down on her at that moment. This was the time when she liked a tongue best, when she was already hot and her pussy wet and swollen. Men didn't understand enough about women. When Martin went down on her, he either did it at the wrong time or didn't stay down there long enough. She knew Frank was a better lover than Martin. She was sorry now that she hadn't bought the crotchless panties. What a turn-on it would be to have Frank suck her off while she was wearing those panties. The red ones. Red crotchless panties. She thought about Frank's mouth on her cunt, his tongue whipping her clit.

Then she thought about the first time Martin ever went down on her. It was in Bermuda on their honeymoon, the second night they were there. He made her lie on the edge of the bed and then he got down on the floor on his knees and started gobbling her pussy. It was the only time he ever did it that way, on his knees on the floor like that. When he ate her cunt these days, it was always sixty seconds with her flat on the bed. With Martin it was always more kissing than eating.

She turned her body to look at her ass in the mirror. She liked her ass. She thought her ass had a nice shape and she hoped it would stay that way forever. She quivered as she remembered the way Frank had kissed her ass the last time they were together. That certainly turned her on. How could a woman fail to get turned on by that? His lips and tongue in her ass-crack! That wet tickling tongue on her asshole!

Martin never did anything like that. He never did anything to her ass, not even a finger. And of course she wouldn't dream of asking him.

Not Martin. She wouldn't ask Martin to do anything like that. She couldn't imagine Martin licking her asshole. God, it made her hot to think about Frank doing it. She hoped he'd do it again tonight. He was the first to do that. No one had ever done that to her before. She wondered if he did it to all his women. She touched herself there. She kept her right hand on her pussy and used her left hand to touch her asshole. She rubbed back and forth over the tight grommet. Then she raised her left forefinger to her mouth and sucked it to get it wet.

"You're a bad little girl, Candice." She slipped the finger inside her ass to the first joint and gently wiggled it around. "Yes, you're a bad little girl!"

She wondered what Frank really thought about her cheating on Martin. It seemed crazy to be so intimate with Martin's best friend. Well, how much of a best friend was he? They were both cheating on Martin.

She never finished the masturbation. She decided not to have a climax until she was with Frank. Sometimes the tension was nice. Rubbing her pussy always gave her some relief even when she didn't get off. She felt marvelous now. And she knew what she wanted to wear. In a few minutes she had everything on. Black net stockings, the red garterbelt, high-heeled sandals, a black and white summer dress. She would save the new white dress for Martin. That way she would feel less guilty.

God, she hoped he never found out about Frank. There was so much danger in what she was doing. She had to be careful.

You're not the only one, she thought. Millions of women everywhere were having their fun on the side. And the men, too. And how many marriages were happy? Half the marriages were ending in divorce, so where was the happiness?

She gave herself a final check in the mirror again. Amusing herself, she slowly lifted her dress to look at the tops of her black net stockings and the red straps of her garterbelt.

You're a sexy bitch, she thought. Candice Leonard, you're a sexy bitch.

They had dinner in a seafood place and then after that she agreed to go to Frank's apartment. She thought it was safer anyway. She didn't want her neighbors knowing anything about what she was doing in the evening.

She loved being with Frank. She liked him much better than Al Gorman. Frank was fun to be with and he was always a gentleman. Except she hoped he wouldn't be such a gentleman once they had their clothes off.

She could feel the erotic tension once they were inside his apartment. Frank mixed some drinks and they sat outside on his balcony in the warm night air.