Donna Allen - Naughty nympho wife

"I've never been this way with anyone!" He led her into the bedroom and she sat on the bed and watched him undress. He had a huge hard-on, his cock long and curved the way she remembered it. She wanted to suck his prick, but he told her to kneel on the bed with her ass facing him.

She hurried to obey. She knelt there with her ass raised and her head and shoulders down on the mattress. He ran his hands over her ass and over her cunt-lips, and then suddenly she felt his cock-knob pushing at her cunt-hole, pushing inside, his long curved cock sliding into the wet cavern of her pussy.

She groaned and cried out. It was so good. His cock was so hard. She churned her ass around and begged him to fuck her.

He was amused at her impatience. "Just take it easy."

"I can't. I want you to fuck me!"

"Patience, baby."

She felt his fingers at her asshole. He was oiling her again, something thicker. "What are you doing?"

"Getting some Vaseline in your ass."

"Oh God!"

"You've never had your ass fucked, have you?"

"Never."

"I thought so!"

"I'm afraid, Frank."

"Just relax and enjoy it!"

Her excitement washed out her fear. When he was through greasing her asshole, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and she felt his cock-knob pushing at her asshole. His fingers had opened her ass and now she forced herself to relax to open herself even further.

Then she groaned as she felt him go in. She felt his cock-head stretching her sphincter. He gave it to her slowly, urging her to relax, going in some, then pulling back, then going in some more.

He gradually worked his cock inside her ass. She felt the pressure, the invasion in her shit tube. She'd always wondered what it was like to have a cock in there, and now that she had it she realized it was indescribable. Complete penetration. Complete submission to the male. The remarkable thing was that the pain was minor. He'd loosened her ass enough so that she felt hardly any pain at all. Then in a moment even the minor pain was gone completely and a hot pleasure took its place. "Oh Frank!"

"It's all in. It's beautiful, baby. You've got a lovely ass."

He started fucking her ass slowly. He slipped one hand underneath to fondle her cunt-hole and clit and that drove her wild. The feel of his cock moving in and out of her ass was a marvel, but the diddling of her clit while he did it was sheer bliss. "Fuck me, Frank! Fuck my ass!"

The pace quickened, the fucking more steady now. Then finally he started grunting as his jism boiled out of his balls. She came with him, her asshole clamping down on his thrusting cock to suck the fuck-juice out of his nuts.

At last she cried out and fell away from him, exhausted, demolished, her mind in a whirl as she realized she'd had the strongest orgasm of her life.

So now Candice was involved in an affair with her husband's best friend. Her days were filled with thoughts about her next meeting with Frank, and when they were together her excitement was intense.

If Martin was aware of a change in her mood, he never showed it. Candice continued to see Frank whether Martin was in town or out of town. She learned there was always some way she could manage to be alone with Frank for a few hours. She was thankful now that Martin's job kept him so busy.

Sometimes she felt guilty about what was going on. When Frank sensed it, he consoled her, told her it was all Martin's fault. She realized that both of them were being terribly disloyal to Martin. But having sex with Frank was too exciting to give up. Sometimes they would lie on his bed an hour with his cock slowly moving in and out of her ass as they talked about Martin.

Frank was such a good lover. He knew just what buttons to push. He knew how to keep her in a state of constant excitement. And of course the danger of what they were doing made it even more thrilling.

By the time the first month of their affair passed, Frank was fucking her ass almost exclusively. She didn't mind. She loved it now. She always had better orgasms with his cock in her ass. She would rub her clit herself. In the beginning Frank rubbed her clit while he fucked her ass, but then later on he told her to do it herself. He would slide his cock slowly in and out of her ass while she rubbed herself with her hand. Then, when she came, he would finally shoot his come-load in her shit-hole.

"I'm getting ruined back there," she said to Frank once.

He chuckled. "The way you toss around, it doesn't look to me like you're having any trouble with it."

"How come Martin is never interested in my ass? You've been his friend so long, how come he's so different from you?"

Frank teased her. "Would you like me to ask him? The next time I see him, I'll ask him about it!"

She loved Frank's cock. He had such a lovely cock. She could take him in her ass so easily now. She was used to the feel of him back there. He usually did it from behind. They would fool around awhile and then she would get on her knees and he would stand on the floor behind her. Sometimes they did it somewhere else and then she would bend over something. He once fucked her ass at night on the balcony of his apartment. He had her leaning over the railing with her skirt raised and his cock plowing in and out of her shit-hole while she looked down at the street below.

She loved it. It was thrilling to know that someone might be watching them. It was thrilling to fuck outside, to feel the air on her naked ass. The first time they did it on the balcony, she was so excited she pissed all over the railing when she came. Frank teased her about it for weeks. He was always amused when she pissed during an orgasm. He said it proved how lusty she was. "You're a hot-cunted woman and there's no way you'll ever be happy with just one man!"

Maybe it was true. She certainly thought about sex all the time. She spent her days anticipating the next time with Frank.

She knew he had other women. She wasn't the only woman he was fucking. She saw traces of it sometimes, an earring, lipstick on a glass that hadn't been washed yet. They never talked about it. She was satisfied with the way things were going and she didn't care what he did with other women. She would never leave Martin for Frank. The fucking was great but it would never be more than that.

Sex with Martin continued to be as dull as ever. It was all routine. Even when he was in the mood, it was all routine. Compared to sex with Frank, fucking Martin was just horribly dull. She never thought about whether it would change anymore. She had Martin as a husband and Frank as a lover. She had a job she liked and two men in her life and what more could she want?

Then one day Frank began talking to her for the first time about the other women he had. Candice resisted at first, she didn't want to hear about them, but Frank insisted.

"Don't be so traditional," he said.

But she was jealous. When he started telling her about a girl named Peggy, Candice found herself so jealous she couldn't take it. "I don't want to hear anymore!"

Frank was amused. He said she ought to meet Peggy. He said he thought they would like each other. "She knows all about you and she wants to meet you!"

At first Candice was furious. She was angry that Frank would talk about her to another woman. Then she realized that what Frank really wanted was for all three of them to be together. And evidently Peggy wanted it, too. He said Peggy was excited by the idea.

Candice was shocked. "Frank, I've never done anything like that."

"All right, then try it and find out what it's like."

"I don't think I can."

"Sure you can."

"Have you ever done it with two women before?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're a slimy bastard!"

But he had her interested. At first there was nothing but shock at the idea, but then as she thought about it more she realized she found it exciting. But she wouldn't let on to Frank how interested she was. She let him think she was giving in to his pressure in order to keep him happy. She finally agreed to make it with Frank and Peggy, provided they would do it while Martin was out of town. She couldn't do something like that and then go home to Martin afterward. That would be too much. "Is Peggy gay?"