Donna Allen: Ever horny wife

In any event, the idea of a nice neat fuck in their bed bored her. She thought about the couples at the party. Men liked her. Lots of men came on to her. It would serve Barry right if she took a lover. Not only would it serve him right, it would give her a lift she needed badly. Walter Philips' face flashed before her eyes. No, she thought firmly. He knows I'm married and he's too much of a gentleman to hit on a married woman.

Marriage. What a lot of bullshit they gave girls about marriage. It was supposed to be what every woman needed. In truth it was boring and dull. Sex was much more exciting when it took place between two single people.

Marriage. After two years she no longer felt much passion for Barry. Strange cock was what she craved. Strange cock and a slick tireless tongue.

As she undressed for bed she remembered the good times. During the early days of their marriage they stayed in bed most of the time. They fucked until they were exhausted and then they lay in each other's arms and touched and kissed.

That time didn't last long, and now they had the rest of their lives to be bored and restless. At least she did. She didn't know if Barry was bored or not and she didn't much care. At least he got what he wanted from her. She was the one who usually went to sleep dissatisfied.

She still loved him, but what was love without sexual excitement? It was true Barry could be witty when he was in the mood. And he loved her. She could depend on that. But there was a nagging feeling inside her that something was missing. She desperately needed to find out what that something was.

Every time they returned home from a party Barry was turned-on. She wondered if some time during the evening he'd been alone in an upstairs bedroom with one of her friends. The thought didn't disturb her. It excited her.

When she was naked, she lay down on the bed and switched on the radio. Barry was in the bathroom. She opened her legs and wondered how he was going to take care of her.

She touched her jaw. She wasn't in the mood to suck him again. She predicted he'd used his fingers. Fingers were okay if you were a thirteen-year-old with hot pants. A married woman deserved better.

The window was open and the cool breeze wafted over her crotch. She closed her eyes and pretended she was about to be joined by a stranger. Someone whose physical appearance was different than Barry's. Someone slim and quiet, the opposite of Barry's muscular aggressiveness.

She was taking a typing course at the local community college. Her teacher was a quiet slim man by the name of Walter Philips. She found herself wondering again and again what kind of lover he was. He looked gentle and tender.

But she was sure he had a big cock. There was no mistaking when a man had a big prick. When Mr. Philips sat down behind his desk, she saw him unobtrusively shift his cock to the side of one leg.

Her course would be over in a few weeks and she would be ready to go out and find a part-time job. Maybe then she'd be able to settle down and not be so restless. Or maybe she'd be tempted to have an affair. Staying home, she had settled into a routine of housework and shopping with girlfriends. Working even part-time would present her with limitless opportunities to meet men.

She was still wondering what Walter Philips was like in bed when Barry walked into the room. He was naked and surprisingly his cock wasn't totally limp.

As he moved toward the bed his cock swayed between his powerful thighs. He smiled when he saw Melanie stretched out on the bed.

He lay down next to her and reached for a cigarette. He inhaled deeply while she lay perfectly still with her legs spread wide. She had a tiny smile on her face. He wondered if he could get away with a hand-job tonight.

He gazed at her fondly. She was a hell of a good looking woman. Fucking her wasn't as good as it once had been, but what the hell, they'd been together too long to expect fireworks.

He'd never been faithful to Melanie, but she need never know it. Everyone knew guys needed more sex than women. Still, Melanie was a horny dish. More demanding than most women.

He didn't want her to find out about his women. Hell, he loved her. But a man needs variety. Can't eat chicken every Sunday and still enjoy it.

Still, occasionally he sensed that Melanie was less than totally happy. If she was unhappy it wasn't his fault. He paid for her typing course when she told him she wanted to get a job. He didn't mind if she wanted to get some dumb job and he'd even let her keep any money she made.

Tonight I'll give her a good fuck, he thought. Maybe I've been neglecting her lately. No need to let her think she's just a hole to fill when I'm in the mood.

He finished his cigarette and rolled onto his side to face her. His cock touched her side and she opened her eyes.

She tried to hide her disappointment. She'd been thinking about Walter Philips. She smiled at Barry as he touched her hair. She felt her cunt dry up despite her horniness.

Just thinking about her typing teacher made her pussy bubble and steam. Now that she was faced with Barry and his predictable cock she almost lost the urge to get laid.

Barry leaned over and casually shoved a finger into her cunt. He didn't seem to notice that she'd dried up. There was still enough lubrication in there to fool him. Or maybe he didn't care if she was wet or dry. He just wanted to get it over with.

He fingered her pussy for a few minutes. As usual she responded. Her cunt clutched his finger on the in-stroke.

She was sorry to see her typing course end. She would not only miss seeing her teacher, she would be faced with going out and getting a job. She didn't relish job-hunting. But it had been her idea and now she'd have to follow through on it.

Her eyes closed, she thought about Walter Philips. Soon her cunt was wet again. Barry thought she was responding to his finger. He moved his thumb over her clit and decided to use his hand to bring her off.

He had no idea his wife was fantasizing about another man's prick. She kept her eyes tightly closed when he added a second finger to her pussy. Instead of the strange cock she craved she had Barry's fingers.

Her body responded to his caresses. But she wanted more. She reached for his prick.

"Fuck me," she said.

With a groan, he climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her cunt. A thrill of pleasure surged through her. She kept her eyes closed and pretended it was Walter Philips on top of her grinding his pubic bone onto her clit.

She jerked her ass and hips. Barry held her ass and guided her movements. She wrapped her legs around his back and used her cunt-muscles to squeeze his prick.

She needed time, but she knew he would come any minute.

"Kiss my tits," she sighed. In the old days he loved sucking her big, pink-tipped tits.

"Come on!" he rasped.

She came, but it was far from satisfactory. Her cunt automatically clutched Barry's cock, but his harsh words turned her ecstasy to shit.

Melanie felt the bulge in his crotch pushing against her belly. She tried to control her excitement.

It was her last day of typing school. Everyone had left, but Walter Philips asked her to stay and chat with him. Now he held her in his arms and smiled sweetly.

"I had to talk to you before you left," he said.

"I'm glad," she said.

"I've been impressed with your typing skills," he said, his eyes on her tits.

She lowered her lashes. "You're an excellent teacher. I feel confident of getting a good job because of you."

He held her around the waist and gazed from her tits to her eyes and back again. He cleared his throat.

"If you have any trouble finding a job let me know. I have friends in the business community."