Donna Allen - Ever horny wife

Melanie fell forward as Walter reamed her. He seemed to become more excited at the sound of Polly's voice urging the man on.

How good Walter's cock felt inside her! It wasn't as thick as Barry's or as long as Dustin's, but he knew how to use it.

Suddenly Polly turned around and faced the man, who entered her again. He pulled out abruptly and thrust in. Polly raised one leg to open her cunt. She leaned against the edge of the table as he fucked her.

Once he pulled out and placed the tip of his prick against her clit. A look of total surprise crossed Polly's pretty face.

"More, Chuck," Polly said. "Give me all of it."

His cock disappeared inside Polly's pussy. Walter pulled out of Melanie's cunt and urged her to drop to her knees.

She automatically opened her mouth and accepted his juice-drenched prick. She sucked gluttonously, her eyes on Polly and Chuck.

Occasionally the thick base of Chuck's prick protruded from Polly's pussy. At those times, Walter thrust his prick deep inside Melanie's throat.

Chuck's prick thundered up Polly's cunt while Walter fucked Melanie's mouth. The door was halfway open now and Polly openly stared at them.

Chuck seemed vaguely aware of other people around. It was obvious he didn't care. He wanted to get his rocks off the fastest way possible.

Suddenly Polly writhed wildly. Chuck threw his head back and bellowed. Walter's prick swelled up in Melanie's mouth, signaling his approaching orgasm.

Melanie's eyes opened wide when Walter began coming. His jism filled her mouth, his cock jerking and twitching on her tongue.

He finished up in her hotly sucking mouth and they returned to the living room where he sucked her off.

Polly and Chuck disappeared somewhere and after a while Melanie left for home. It had been a wonderful adventure, but one she wasn't sure she wanted to repeat.

His hair was salt and pepper grey and his name was Jimmy Dunn. He wore a perpetual tan and a ready smile. He was bare-chested and barefoot and he sat next to his swimming pool and gazed fondly at Melanie.

"Stand up and let me look at you," he said. Melanie looked at Barry. Jimmy was Barry's boss and they were spending the afternoon at his pool.

"Stand up," Barry said, his eyes closed as he faced the sun.

Melanie shrugged and rose up. Bowing slightly, she smiled, wiggled her ass and sat back down on her chaise.

"How'd you ever get such a pretty wife?" Jimmy said.

"Just lucky, I guess," Barry said.

Jimmy was a bachelor and occasionally he invited the Hunts to his home to use his pool. Sometimes the men talked business. At those times Melanie tuned out.

For some reason today felt different to Melanie. Barry kept looking at his watch and then at Jimmy. Finally when Jimmy went to use the toilet, Barry told Melanie he was leaving.

"I've got to get back to the office," he said. "There's no reason why you should leave. Stay and be nice to Jimmy. It won't hurt when promotion time comes up."

She didn't mind staying. She enjoyed the glamorous surroundings and Jimmy's banter. She was between jobs anyway and had nothing better to do with her time.

Barry kissed her goodbye and told her he'd be working late that night. She was glad she wouldn't have to worry about dinner. Maybe Jimmy would invite her to stay for one of his legendary barbecues.

She stretched out on her lounge and lowered the straps on her bikini. She wondered if Barry suspected she was cheating. He said nothing and seemed totally innocent of her affairs.

She wondered if Jimmy would make a pass at her. He never had. He stared at her a lot and sometimes made her stand up so he could get a good look at her body. But he never touched her. At least not yet.

When Jimmy returned, he sat down on his lounge and gazed at her.

"Barry gone?" he said.

She nodded. "Yes, you're all alone with me."

"Scared," he said, his eyes boring into her tits.

"Scared?" she grinned.

"Terrified."

"How come you don't get married and share all this with some lucky woman?"

"I'd rather play the field."

"How old are you, Jimmy?" She thought he was about fifty.

He cocked an eyebrow. "None of your business," he growled.

"Oh, you're not so old."

He chuckled, his eyes fixed on her bulging tits. "Not too old to appreciate a good set of tits when I see them."

Melanie looked down at her chest. She tugged at her bikini, then gave up. "Sorry. Should I cover up?"

"Don't you dare."

He was gazing at her strangely when she turned to face him. Her pussy twitched at the expression in his eyes.

"If you want to take that thing off and get an all-over tan I won't mind," he said, rising up to join her on her chaise.

She trembled when he touched her warm thigh. So he was finally making a pass. Well, it was about time.

Anyway, she had nothing to feel guilty about. Barry had left her alone with him. If anything happened it would serve Barry right.

"The sun would burn my tits to a crisp," she said.

Jimmy faced the sun as he stroked her thigh. "Come on, I'll beat you across the pool," he said absently.

She shook her head. "I like it here." Suddenly she wanted him to take her in his arms. She didn't know if it was the lush surroundings or his burly chest. She found him attractive at this moment and that was all that mattered.

His fingers edged up her thigh, closer and closer to her cunt-mound. He still stared up at the sun, his eyes covered by black glasses and his expression inscrutable.

"Jimmy, I believe you're trying to tell me something."

He pushed his glasses down and gazed at her. "Maybe I am."

Suddenly a maid appeared with a tray of drinks. He waited for her to leave before running his fingers through Melanie's hair.

He looked at her pretty pouting mouth and her long dark hair. He wet his lips and touched his glass to her bare belly.

She smiled up at him, sipping her drink and feeling her pussy heat up. Barry had left them alone. Maybe it was fate that they got together. He placed his drink on a nearby table and took her hand in his. "You're warm," he said.

"Maybe I've had too much sun."

"Do you want to go in the house?"

His fingers touched her cleavage for a moment and then moved back to her belly.

She breathed deeply. Her tits bulged over the top of her bikini.

"Do you?" she said.

"I'd like to." He stroked her long dark hair, his eyes locked with hers.

She sat up. She placed her hand on his arm. "I'm interested," she said softly.

"I thought…"

Her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Let's get in the house," he said in a husky voice.

Once they were in the house, he led her to his bedroom and took her in his arms. Her sun warm body melted against his. She parted her lips as they kissed and she circled his neck with her arms.

He kissed her hungrily, his body shaking. "I sent Barry back to the office purposely."

"Kiss me." Her tongue responded fiercely to his kisses.

"You're a sexy little thing. Jesus, I'm a shit for doing this to Barry."

"He needn't know."

She wanted him to stop talking. She bit his lips and plunged her pointed tongue in and out of his mouth.

He probed her mouth with his tongue. He locked his lips against hers and seemed to devour her.

They sat down on the bed, his hand resting on her thigh. He stroked her, gently at first and then insistently. She sensed that he would be a lusty lover. Not gentle, but bold.

His lips moved from her mouth to her throat and from there to her ear. His hand was on her tits, stroking and caressing and teasing her nipples to erection.

She gasped when he tore her bikini top off. Her tits spilled out and his lips kissed and sucked and demanded.