Donna Allen: Naked hot wife

Then she told herself it was a common problem. Whenever she got together with her girlfriends all they did was complain that their husbands didn't pay enough attention to them. All they cared about was work, work and more work, and all the women cared about was fucking. It was probably a universal problem. Right now there were probably millions of women all over the world who were feeling themselves up!

Jackie giggled and put her other hand under her robe to rub her pussy. She found her clit and rubbed the little bean. Jesus, such a little thing! And it had such control over her life!

She finally removed the robe and stood up. Both hands were now on her cunt, furiously working over the loose limp folds of her pussy. She went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, teasing and rubbing her cuntmeat and pulling her knees up and opening her legs wide.

By now she was wet and juicy and totally turned-on. She rubbed some cuntjuice over her passion button and after a moment spasmed in an orgasm. She made herself come two more times, and then stopped.

That would have to hold her until tonight. Herb would make her come. She would wait for Herb. It was always better with a cock.

The rest of the day flew by, and by the time Herb came home she practically raped him.

"Whoa," he laughed. "Give a guy a chance to unwind."

A little disappointed, Jackie unwound her arms from around his neck and mixed some martinis. She hadn't wanted to waste any time by eating out, so she'd put two steaks in the broiler. They ate silently and by ten o'clock were in bed, Jackie straddling Herb's crotch, her pussy poised over his prick.

He looked uncomfortable. "I still think the guy should be on top," he said.

She didn't answer. This was no time to argue. The brunette hovered over her husband, his cockhead mashed against her cuntlips. Easing down as Chuck had taught her, she adjusted his knob into the socket of her pussy and gobbled up his fuckpole with one smooth stroke.

She moaned as his prick plunged inside her hungry cunt. She faced him and closed her eyes, her head thrown back and her hair hanging down her back. Her cunt throbbed with the incredible feeling of being stuffed to the brim with hard male-meat. Being on top like this gave her control, and she moved in a way that gave her cunt constant friction from his cockshaft.

She began to move up and down on his cock. Cupping her bouncing tits, she played with her boobs while she rode his prick. She could see his cockshaft as it slid in and out of her pussy. It glistened with her juices.

His cock throbbed in response to the grip of her cunt. Herb's face was contorted with lust. No matter what he said, he certainly looked like he was enjoying himself!

"I'm gonna come!" he grunted, pumping his crotch and gritting his teeth.

"No!" she wailed. "Not yet! I'm not there yet!"

He didn't answer. She stopped moving, hoping that if she stayed still he would control his orgasm. He could if he wanted to. She knew he could!

Almost in tears, the brunette sat on his crotch, his cock inside her pussy. She tried not to clasp his fuckpole with her cunt, but it was no use. He heaved his ass up off the bed and began shooting his load up her pussy.

She sat there fuming while his cock gushed jism like an oil well. He didn't even try to hold back. He didn't make the extra effort.

When he'd emptied his balls, she slipped off his body and, slumped over on the bed. He turned over and in a minute was snoring up a storm. She went into the den and finished herself off with the candle.

That does it, she thought. That fucking does it. Tomorrow I'll find another lover and then another and another. I'm going to find a man who knows what a woman needs!

As if providence sent him, the very next day Lloyd Parish finally telephoned. He apologized for not calling sooner, and they made a date for that very afternoon. It was her shopping day, and they decided to meet in the parking lot of the bank next to the supermarket.

She was so excited she forgot all about the previous evening and the shitty fucking with Herb. Bustling around the kitchen, she put a casserole in the oven and prepared to meet her new lover.

Relaxing in a bubble bath, she decided she would wear a simple black dress and high heels. She'd put her hair up so when she took it down later it would be that much sexier. Long hair on a pillow. Her mother always told her that men loved long hair on a pillow. Mother was right!

She got out of the tub and rubbed perfumed oil all over her body. Giggling to herself, she shivered with excitement. You'd think I was a blushing bride, the way I'm acting!

When she pulled up in the parking lot of the bank, he was already there. She got into his car, thrilled at the way his eyes glittered as he looked her over. His eyes darted from her tits to her legs and back to her tits.

He kissed her lightly on the lips and gunned the motor, driving out of the parking lot on two wheels. He drove to a nearby apartment complex and parked the car. She didn't ask who lived here. She didn't care. All she cared about was the outline of his prick plastered against his thigh under his tight jeans.

She hadn't worn a bra and she was glad. She knew he could see the outline of her tits through the thin material of her dress. Especially her nipples. When she was turned on, her nipples almost popped out of whatever she was wearing. Shivering with anticipation, she thought about his big prick plunging in and out of her wet cunt and her pussy creamed.

They linked arms and left the parking lot, her high heels clicking on the pavement and his hand patting her ass.

When they got up to the apartment, he took two beers out of the refrigerator and handed one of them to her she took a few quick gulps, her hand shaking.

She looked around. It was a typical bachelor apartment, neat modern furniture and not a trace of a woman around. She gulped down the rest of the beer and took a deep breath. Walking over him, she slid a hand over his crotch and felt the outline of his prick. Chuckling, he pulled her into his arms and cupped his hands over her asscheeks.

"I love bold women," he murmured, mashing his big hands over her ass-flesh.

She giggled, grinding her body against his throbbing cock. It felt huge. Huge and hard. She quivered as he pulled her skirt up and put his hands on her bikini-covered ass. She moaned when he slid his hands inside her panties and clasped her naked asscheeks.

"I'm sure glad to see you," he said.

"Me too."

"Get that thing out of my pants, will you? It's starting to feel real tight in there."

Trembling, she opened his belt buckle and pulled his zipper down. She tugged at the denim and he finally helped her push the tight jeans down until they were at his feet. He wore no shorts and his cock stood up, stiff and throbbing.

"Get your dress off!" he hissed.

She stepped back and slithered out of her dress and panties. She stood still, watching for his response.

"Oh, yeah!" he murmured. "Even better than I expected."

She laughed and cupped her tits, pointing them in his direction. Moving one hand down to her pussy, she fingered her cunt, feeling lewd and wanton.

Dizzy from the booze, she moved forward and took his cock in her hands.

"Ooooh, yeah, baby, play with the baseball bat!"

"I'd like to suck it," she said. "Is that okay?"

He snickered. "You kidding? Be my guest." He sat down on the sofa and she knelt on the floor between his legs. His cock stood straight out, reddish-purple and dripping cockjuice. She flicked her tongue out and licked up some of the jism brimming in his piss-hole. Then she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled up at him.

"Well, that's it!" she teased, starting to get up.

He pulled her head back to his cock and forced her to suck in his cockhead. "That's the way," he grunted, closing his eyes and keeping his fingers clamped over, her head. "Suck it good, baby! Suck it good!"