Donna Allen: Naked hot wife

Herb was half-awake now, and he began moving his hips and bucking his ass at her face. She pressed her face against his prick, feeling him get hard again.

This is crazy, she thought. He's half asleep and I'm doing all the work. I probably won't even get fucked tonight!

She felt his balls tighten up as his cock got harder. She released his nuts and clamped her mouth back down on his cockhead. She gobbled up the thick cylinder of flesh, rocking back and forth and sliding her lips up and down his cockshaft. She took more and more of his prick inside her throat, filling herself with his meat until his knob grazed her tonsils.

Reaching under him, the brunette grabbed him by the asscheeks and pulled his crotch up to her face. She didn't want him blasting off in her mouth, but she couldn't stop sucking either. Once she started, she got so turned-on she got carried away. When he was in a good mood, he would laugh and tell her one day she'd bite it off in a moment of lust. Right now she had her mouth filled with stiff cock and everything else was gone, from her mind.

Working her hungry mouth up and down his cockshaft, she used her tongue on the sensitive underside of his prick. One hand caressing his balls, she sucked insatiably on his fuck-meat.

She sucked harder on his throbbing cock, squeezing his balls and running the ring of her lips up and down the ramrod-stiff hunk of meat. She squeezed his ass and his balls and sucked his prick, and before she knew it he was thrashing around and exploding his jism down her throat.

She automatically sucked his cream into her mouth, drinking it down. She loved the taste and feel of jism. She wanted his fuck-cream pouring down her throat, inundating her mouth. He poured blast after blast of thick rubbery spunk into her mouth and she sucked relentlessly at his spurting cock.

She drew more and more fuck-cream out of his prick, filling her mouth with the delicious liquid. When he was through, he pushed her away from his crotch.

Grabbing his limp prick, she tried to clamp her mouth back over it, but he moved out of her grasp. "Go to sleep," he said. "I'm bushed."

She covered him with the blanket and got up from the bed. She went into the den and closed the blinds. Breathing hard, she sank down on a lounge chair.

The sonofabitch didn't care about her! All he cared about was getting his rocks off! She'd show him. She'd have an affair. That's it. An affair. Lots of women did. She suspected one or two of her friends of fooling around. Well, she would too. She didn't have to put up with this shit. Sure, she'd wanted to suck him off, but he could have let her get him hard again. He could get hard again easily enough, if he wanted to. The selfish sonofabitch!

She put a record on the stereo and stretched out on the sofa. She moved her hands over her body, her tits heaving and bouncing with fury and lust.

Moving her fingers into her cunt mound, she began fondling her hairy outer cuntlips. Deliberately avoiding her clit, she played with her wet slimy thinner lips and thought about her life.

She still loved Herb. That was the problem. At least part of it. If she didn't love him it would be easy enough to solve her problem by cheating, but she was crazy about the guy and she knew he loved her.

They were too young to be living like this. She knew he worked hard, and that he was doing it for both of them, but she'd rather have less money and more loving.

She was a lusty woman with physical needs that weren't being met. She shouldn't have to be here now, caressing her own cuntmeat. She was a married woman, with a husband right down the hall. It wasn't fair!

Her juices flowing, she finally touched her throbbing clit. God, how good it would fed to have a good stiff prick piercing her cuntflesh!

Closing her eyes, she began humping her ass up and down as she rubbed her clit and stroked her tits. She pressed her thighs tightly around her hand, mashing her other hand over her bouncing boobs.

Remembering she had a candle in a drawer nearby, she got up and rummaged around for it. She'd used it for masturbating before, plenty of times. She found the thick half burned wax and lay back down on the sofa, pushing the candle inside her pussy-hole.

God, it felt good! It was a cliche, but it still felt good. Just like her old maid schoolteacher, she thought. No prick to play with so I use a candle!

She slid the candle in and out of her wide open gash, rubbing her cunt and shivering with lust. Moaning softly, the brunette began a slow masturbation of her cunt.

Her cuntjuice flowed and soon her fingers were drenched, with her thick whitish cream. The candle made slurping sounds as she pistoned it in and out of her hungry cunthole.

She continued to use her other hand to tease and play, with her tits. She rubbed and caressed first one stiff nipple and then the other. God, how she wished she could suck her own tits!

Rocking her hips, she imagined she was getting fucked by Lloyd Parish. Yes, that's the one she thought. I'll have an affair with Lloyd Parish. She pretended it was his cock in her cunt now, sliding in and out and teasing her clit.

She held her cuntlips open and fucked the candle in and out of her pussy while she whipped her clit. She felt the first tremors of her orgasm and in a moment waves of hot pleasure were coring through her body.

Moaning and quivering, she bucked her hips and rocked her ass as her entire body spasmed in her first orgasm. She continued masturbating. One wasn't enough. One orgasm only served as an appetizer when she masturbated.

She withdrew the candle and substituted three fingers in her cunt-hole. She fingerfucked her pussy and fucked her cunt. Again, her body spasmed in a gut-wrenching orgasm, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

When her second climax tapered off she slid her fingers out of her gash and began to move them over her come-filled pussy mound. She played with her cuntlips while she thought about Lloyd Parish. She wondered if he'd really call her. She didn't have the nerve to call him. Besides, she knew he was married and she didn't want to start that kind of trouble.

She wondered what his cock was like. She pictured it as being big and thick and she tried to imagine it sliding down her throat.

She pictured other things too, things that Herb wouldn't do with her, like fuck her in the ass. She'd been trying to get him to do it for years, but he wouldn't hear of it. He said it was unsanitary and disgusting.

She moved her free hand under her ass and into her asscrack. She found her little asshole and drilled a finger inside. She moaned with the pleasure of it. Rubbing her cunt, she fingered her shitter as she swayed back and forth on the sofa.

Closing her legs tightly around her hand, she squeezed her thighs together, rubbing her cuntflesh against her wrist.

She opened her legs and jammed three fingers back inside her gaping cunt. She pretended it was a cock and she bucked her ass up at her thrusting digits.

Stretched out on the sofa, her tits jiggling and her fingers fucking her cunt, she came again. She spasmed convulsively, her body quivering and trembling and finally falling still.

When she had recovered from the climax she turned off the stereo and returned to the bedroom.

Carefully getting into bed so as not to awaken Herb, she fell asleep, still thinking about Lloyd Parish.

Two weeks passed and Lloyd Parish didn't phone. Chuck Hartwell arrived, and Jackie found herself busy with household tasks. Contrary to what Herb had said, now that Chuck was here she found herself spending more time cleaning the house and cooking special meals.

She was in the kitchen whipping up one of her special cakes when Chuck came in to get some water.

"This is a lot of extra trouble for you, isn't it?" he said, his eyes raking over her body.