Donna Allen - Ever horny wife

"Is the coffee okay?" Melanie said.

"Yeah, great."

"You haven't even tasted it yet." She reached across the desk and pushed his saucer closer to him.

"It's good, it's good," he said, smacking his lips.

She took a deep breath and glanced around. "When do I go to work?"

"What's your hurry?"

She shrugged. "It's your money."

"Do you do everything as well as you make coffee?" He openly stared at her cleavage.

She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her tits out. He was coming on to her. She was horny enough to take the bait.

"It depends on what you mean. I'm better at some things than others."

As she spoke she crossed her legs, extended her tongue and deliberately licked her cup before sipping her coffee.

"That's some tongue action you've got there."

She laughed. "That's one of my talents."

"What do you lick besides cups?" Leaning forward with his arms on the desk, he grinned.

"What do you have in mind?" she said. The way she figured it they'd be in bed in five minutes. Thank God I won't have to type today, she thought.

"Do you fuck?" he said.

She nodded, her heart pounding with excitement. "Yes, do you?"

His eyes raked over her legs. "You bet." He seemed to be thinking. "I'll bet you can't type to save your life."

"Oh, I can type all right, but I'd rather fuck any time."

He threw his head back and laughed. "Finally, an honest woman. I've never hired a typist who didn't swear she loved her work. 'Oh, I'm so excited to be working for an engineer!'" he said in a falsetto voice. "I had a little blonde here who creamed her jeans, she was so impressed." His smile disappeared. "But you're not impressed, are you? You've been around."

She gazed at him coolly, somewhat disconcerted by his change in mood. She decided to brazen it out.

"You bet I've been around."

He grinned and his eyes crinkled and she knew she'd made the right response.

"Come here," he said.

Rising up, she walked around the desk and sat on the edge near him. His face reddened as he gazed at her. He stared at her bare thighs and the ripeness of her tits as they pressed against her blouse. Even through her bra her nipples were clearly evident.

He whistled. "I think I've met my match," he said.

Melanie smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "I think I have too."

They gazed boldly at each other. Robb's cock throbbed in the confines of his pants. Melanie had a wild look in her eyes. He glanced down and their eyes met. She laughed. She had noticed the throbbing lump in his fly.

Her tongue flicked excitedly over her lips. She wanted to kneel down and bring his prick out, but didn't want to appear too aggressive.

Robb was a big man, and his cock looked big, but you could never tell. Actually she didn't care. Big or small, they all felt good in her pussy.

"If that thing needs some air why not take it out?" she said.

He stared at her with disbelief. He had never met a woman so brazen and her words filled him with wild excitement.

"You do it," he said, his voice husky and low.

She reached down and let her fingertips trail over his crotch. "It would be a pity to waste this big thing." She lightly caressed the lurching mass of imprisoned cockmeat.

He inhaled her perfume and her female fragrance. She smelled hot as she stroked his cock through his pants.

He hoped to God Liz was buying out the stores. If she came home she might disturb them. The bitch didn't care who he fucked, but sometimes she surprised him by walking in when he was in the saddle. It gave her the edge over him for a while. The last time that happened she went out the next day and bought a mink coat.

Now Melanie's fingers became more insistent as she stroked his prick. This one's worth a fur coat, he thought.

"This hunk of meat wants to get out," she said, reaching down and tugging at his zipper.

She slipped off the desk and crouched beside him. He swung around and watched her release his swollen prick.

They both stared at his big, oozing cockhead and then at each other. He smiled sheepishly.

"What are we doing sitting here?" he said. "We can stay here," she purred, unbuttoning her skirt.

"We sure can," he said, rising up and watching her strip.

In a matter of minutes her blouse and bra were off. She tossed her bra carelessly onto a chair and seemed totally unselfconscious of her big, bouncy tits as she stepped out of her skirt. She left her panties on. She saw him eyeing her slit through the wet crotch of her bikinis. Let him take them off, she thought.

The engineer had never seen anyone lovelier. His hard-on thrust out of his fly as he gazed at her exquisite body.

She stepped back and teased him by licking her lips and slowly caressing her tits. She took her stiff nipples between her fingers and pinched them.

Dropping her tits, she bent down and let them flap in the air. One hand found her pussy and she combed her fingernails through her cunt-hair.

All her cheating had taught her what men liked. And what they liked were women who were wild and uninhibited.

It was easy for Melanie to be uninhibited. She loved sex and thought it was the most natural, most enjoyable thing in life.

Robb whistled and grinned as she moved to the center of the room and danced around lewdly. She was putting on a show for huh, all right. She was playing with herself, the gorgeous slut.

She was combing her cunt-bush with those long lethal-looking nails. She was showing him the pink wet folds of her cunt. She was tossing her hair back and enjoying herself. Damn, he'd never seen anything like it in his life!

Melanie actually pulled her cuntlips open and revealed her clit. She still had her bikinis on, but they hid nothing. And she looked even sexier with her hands jammed in her panties. Damn, his cock was getting hard!

"Don't you want to touch it?" she said in a cool clear voice.

"Jesus, yes!"

She rubbed her bristly cunt-bush. "Do you want to stick your cock in here?" Wetting a finger, she touched it to her slit.

"You bet, sister!"

He strode toward her and grabbed her arm. He shoved her onto a sofa. Her legs splayed open as she gazed up at him with wild, smoldering eyes.

"Well, do it," she murmured as he undressed. "Stick it in and fuck me."

"I'm coming," he muttered, tripping over his pants as he removed them. "Shit, I'm coming!"

When he was naked, he hovered over her. His big cock stood out proudly from his hairy balls. He climbed on top of her and was about to enter her when she stopped him by closing her fingers firmly over his cock.

"I like your prick," she said.

"Let me stick it in."

"Wait a minute. Let me look at it."

He frowned. "Jesus, you've got me so fucking hot. Let me stick it in."

She squeezed the root of his cock and coned a drop of cream from the tip. "It's better if you wait."

"Fuck that!" Unable to control himself, he dropped down over her and tried forcing his prick inside her.

She was too fast for him and closed her legs. "Touch my tits," she said. "I like having my tits kissed."

"Oh, Jesus!" His face was crimson as he closed his fingers over her soft pliable nipples. He kneaded them impatiently. They overflowed his fingers and she purred as he tweaked her nipples.

She opened her legs and he thrust his cock inside her thighs. She trapped it, but still wouldn't let him penetrate her.

"Why won't you let me get in?" he said, perspiration dripping down his face.

"I want it as much as you do, but I need a little more time."

His shaking, excited hands were all over her, roaming her tits and ass and stroking her thighs. She raised her legs in the air as he touched her cunt. He pushed a finger inside her and flicked her clit.

"Now!" he panted, trying to stick his cock inside her.