Donna Allen: Ever horny wife

Finally he stopped licking, kissed her clit tenderly and got to his feet.

"Bend over, dearest," he said, leading her toward her desk. "Bend over and lean on the desk. I'll take you from behind."

Dizzy with excitement, she bent over the top of the desk, shoulders down and ass in the air. His belt was open and his cock was out, but other than that he was fully dressed. He stood behind her, his hands stroking her ass.

"So lovely," he murmured, squeezing her asscheeks.

Her heart pounded when he touched her pussy. She was drenched with his saliva and her own thick juices.

"I'm going to put it in now," he said.

"Yes, put it in!" She could hardly wait for him to enter her.

"Here it comes, dearest."

"Stick it in!" The words tumbled out before she could censor them.

He was pleased at her eagerness. "Yes, I'm putting it in now." His cock in his fist, he rubbed his cockhead up and down the slit between her fleshy cuntlips and found her cunt-hole.

Grunting softly, he plunged his cock all the way into her juicy cunt. When he lunged forward, he pushed her further across the desk. She moaned at the feel of his cock inside her. At last her fantasy had come true.

"Keep doing that," she said. "Keep going in deep like that. I love it. I love it."

"Dearest, you've such a sweet pussy," he said.

"Do it hard," she gasped.

He lunged in, sending his cock deep inside her cult.

"Like this?" he said softly.

"Yes, like that. Hard and deep."

He slammed into her, his hands squeezing her hips and his balls slapping her clit. She reached down and fondled his balls on the in stroke. She cradled them against her clit momentarily.

"Are you almost there?" he said. "Yes, yes!"

Throwing her head back, she cried out as she climaxed. Walter grunted and then bellowed as his cock exploded inside her.

"Oh, dearest!" he said when he fell forward on top of her.

They stayed that way for a moment. Then his cock slipped out of her and he helped her up.

She turned to face him, surprised at the look of passion in his eyes. When he kissed her, she naturally thrust her tongue into his mouth.

If he wants more it's okay with me, she thought.

They kissed and hugged and Melanie began to wonder what else he had in mind. His cock hung limply. There was no way he would be able to fuck her again. It wasn't long before she realized he had other, more exotic ideas.

He had her sit down on the chair again and spread her legs wide. He pulled another chair over and sat a few feel away.

"Play with yourself," he said, squeezing his prick as he gazed at her raunchy cunt.

Trembling with raw desire, the horny young wife moved her hand between her legs and touched herself.

On an impulse, she wet her fingers with her juices and his jism and used the same fingers to caress her tits.

Walter grinned and nodded. "I love it!" he hissed.

Melanie felt she could do anything and not have to be embarrassed in front of this mild mannered, sweet man.

"Make yourself come," he said. "I'd rather you did that," she said coyly. He moved his chair closer and fingered her cunt. He opened her cuntlips with his thumbs and rubbed her clit.

"What a darling little clit," he said. "I'm glad you like it." He reddened. "I like to think of myself as an expert on female genitals. I must say you have one of the loveliest pussies I've ever had the pleasure of licking."

"You can lick it again if you like." He chuckled. "Stand up." When she rose up, he wedged his hand inside her asscrack and found her asshole. Using his index finger, he wet down her assbud and thrust the finger inside.

Melanie moaned and clung to him by wrapping her arms around his neck. When he thrust another finger into her cunt-hole, she knew she was in for a whole new experience.

"Do you like this, dearest?" he said.

"You bet," she giggled.

As he fingered both fuckholes, he bent down and sucked one of her giant nipples. She trembled with pleasure at the feel of his eager mouth licking and nibbling her tits.

One arm around his neck, she encouraged him by stuffing one tit into his mouth.

After a while he stopped frigging her and she was thrilled and surprised to find his cock was hard again.

Her face flushed and her naked tits bobbing around, she took his prick in her hand. It wasn't totally stiff, but it would do. It was certainly hard enough to get into her.

Dropping to her knees, she pressed her face against his balls and licked his cock. She lapped her tongue all over his ball-bag and sucked one of his nuts into her mouth.

"Dearest, that's delicious," he said. She took turns sucking his balls. She took one and then the other into her mouth. Finally she released them. His entire hairy ball-bag was wet with her saliva.

The teacher held her head and pushed his prick into her mouth. She opened her jaws wide and let him enter her throat.

He fucked her mouth then, using it like a cunt. At the end of each stroke his cockhead slammed against her windpipe.

When he came, she was ready for it. As his cock exploded and split her lips apart she swallowed his thick rubbery jism.

At the end he took her into his arms and squeezed her ass. She kissed him and spread her legs. He touched her pussy and she rode his finger until she came.

The weeks passed. Walter arranged several job interviews for her, but Melanie found the offices boring.

One day after a particularly boring interview she walked into a downtown coffee shop for lunch and ran into an old boyfriend from high school.

His name was Dustin Elliott and they had dated on and off for several months. Melanie remembered vaguely that he had a fetish for assholes. She also remembered fondly more than one quick fuck in the basement of the high school.

"Christ, it's been a long time," he said. "And you're sexier than ever. How've you been?"

Melanie smiled and batted her lashes. They sat down at a table together and discussed the old days.

Dustin had done well. After graduating from college he found a job at an advertising agency as a creative director. Now he was sympathetic and interested when she told him she was looking for a job.

"One of the vice-presidents at the agency is looking for a part time secretary."

"An ad agency sounds interesting. But I don't have the experience."

"With your looks you don't need experience. I'll arrange an appointment if you want me to."

She agreed and he took her phone number down.

"It's nice of you to help," she said.

He shrugged; "One thing. Some of the guys at the agency take advantage of the girls who work for them and try to screw them. I know you're not into that sort of thing, being married. Just be firm about it if someone comes on to you and you won't have any trouble." He coughed softly, an old nervous habit. "Unless, of course, you're into that kind of thing."

Melanie nodded thoughtfully, but avoided answering him directly. What she didn't say was that meeting men was her sole reason for working.

"I can take care of myself," she said. "I'll talk to Porter first thing in the morning."

"Gee, I'd appreciate it, Dusty. I really would."

He turned to her, his eyes glued to her tits. "How are you going to thank me?" He grinned and sipped his coffee.

She saw the gleam in his eyes. "How would you like me to?" She was in the mood and he'd always had a randy cock when they were younger.

"The agency keeps an apartment near here. I happen to know it's not being used this week." He cocked an eyebrow.

"You just said you assumed I wasn't interested in that sort of thing."

"I say lots of things. Anyway, I saw the way you looked. Hell, sex is sex, right? Marriage is okay, but fucking's where it's at."