Donna Allen - Naked hot wife

She stood in the middle of the room masturbating.

"Shit, honey, we're going to be late!" Jackie Stanton didn't care. She gazed at her husband and continued to play with her pussy. They were getting dressed to go to a party, and by the time they got home Herb would either be too tanked up or too tired to fuck.

"Let's not go," she said. "Let's stay home and fuck."

He didn't, answer. The brunette didn't expect him to. The party was at the home of his boss, and there was no question about their going. Lately her husband of ten years cared more about work than about her.

It hadn't always been that way. There was a time when he'd been after her all the time. Jackie used her free hand now to play with her tits. She was all ready to go except for her clothes. Her face was carefully made up and her long thick hair was pinned up in a crown of curls, just the way Herb liked it.

She moved across the room and pressed up against him, shoving her cunt against his crotch. He didn't have a hard-on, but even soft he felt nice. He certainly had the equipment. That wasn't the problem. He just didn't want to use it much lately.

"Touch my titties," she purred. "For just a minute. Please!"

He caressed her boobs, rubbing her large pear-shaped tits with the palms of his hands and pinching her long dark nipples. "We're gonna be late. Come on. Finish dressing."

He released her tits and continued dressing. She sighed and went to the closet to choose a dress. Not that it mattered the same people would be there. All company people. There wouldn't even be anyone new to flirt with.

Jackie liked to flirt. She knew men found her pretty and sexy, and she liked to see admiration in their eyes. She'd never cheated on Herb, not once in ten years of marriage. But the thought had crossed her mind lately.

"Oh, by the way, honey, we're going to have house guests."

"What?"

"Yeah, one of the new salesmen with the company is moving to town. He needs a place to stay and old man Ferguson asked me if we'd put them up."

"Them?"

"Yeah, well, mostly Chuck. Chuck Hartwell. His wife will come later with the kid. But they won't be here long."

Seeing the look on her face, he came over to her and put his arms around her. "You don't have to do much for them, honest. I just couldn't say no to old man Ferguson."

"You're sticking me with three extra people and tell me I don't have to do much for them?" she fumed. "How could you do that to me?"

The smile left his face. "I had no choice," he said sternly. "And neither do you. It's your livelihood as well as mine, and don't forget."

Yes, and I'm the one who's got to do all the cooking and cleaning! She thought. Three fucking extra people in the house, and he says it's nothing!

They didn't speak on the drive to the Fergusons', and once there they went their separate ways. She gulped down a daiquiri and immediately began another. Her whole world was falling apart, and she decided to ease the strain with booze. A husband who hardly ever fucked her and a whole damn strange family walking in on her!

"You look as angry as you look pretty," a strange voice drawled.

Jackie looked up to see a tall sandy-haired man smiling down at her. He introduced himself as Lloyd Parish and in no time they were talking and laughing as though they'd known each other for years. By the time Lydia Ferguson served her midnight buffet, Herb had noticed, and was by her side.

"I'll call you," Lloyd whispered later when the party was breaking up.

Her heart pounding, she didn't have an opportunity to tell him not to. She thought about it later. Maybe she didn't want to tell him not to call. Maybe she would go out with him. Maybe she'd even fuck him!

As soon as Jackie and Herb were out of the Ferguson driveway, she pulled his zipper down and began playing with his prick.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed. "And why did you spend so much time with that guy, Parish?"

She fondled his half-hard cock, running her fingers up and down his cockshaft and squeezing his mushroom-shaped knob. "Jealous?" she giggled.

She slid dawn on the seat and moved her head under the steering wheel. Her anger dissipated as she filled her mouth with his cock. He grunted as she ran her tongue over his spongy cockhead and took him all the way in until his big knob nuzzled the back of her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed, but he didn't push her away.

She had sucked plenty of guys off before her marriage, but Herb's prick was still her favorite. When he was interested, he fucked her mouth forcefully, in a way that made her climax just from sucking. When he was interested.

She released his prick from her throat and sucked on just the tip. Closing her lips over the velvet-skinned knob, she suctioned him in until he groaned.

"I'll crack the car up!"

She pulled her mouth off his prick and pressed his throbbing cockshaft against her cheek. She licked his thick veined shaft with the broad surface of her tongue until his whole stiff rod was wet with her saliva. She pressed the oozing slit of his knob against her eyes and nose and lips.

She tightened her fingers around the base of his cockshaft and squeezed out a few drops of cock-cream and licked it off. Rolling it around her tongue, the brunette smiled to herself. Maybe things would work out after all.

Opening her lips wide, she once again engulfed his cock, taking it all the way down her throat. She tightened her lips and bobbed her head up and down, ramming his cock into her gullet.

"Can't you wait until we get home?" he growled, pushing her head away from his crotch.

Sitting up on the seat, Jackie felt herself getting angry again. She was a fool to think maybe things would work out.

She sat on her side of the seat the rest of the drive home. When they arrived at the house he took her in his arms and apologized for being so testy. "Come on, babe," he said. "Get me hard again and we'll fuck."

They went upstairs to their bedroom and Jackie went into the bathroom. She stripped her clothes off and looked in the full-length mirror.

At twenty-eight she was still in pretty good shape. Her tits were big and firm and her belly was just slightly round. Pulling in her stomach, she pushed her tits out, admiring the pear-shaped globes. She had always thought her nipples were too big, but men seemed to love them. They got even bigger when she was turned on, until they were like two small beige cocks, hard and throbbing.

She had a triangle of cunt hair that was so thick and curly it almost hid her cuntlips. If you looked closely you could see her drooping inner cuntlips peeking out of the thicket.

Turning around, she admired her ass in the mirror. Her asscheeks were full and round and she knew they jiggled sexily when she walked. She deliberately walked that way, so that her asscheeks would jiggle. It was part of her now, a habit.

Bending at the waist, she pulled her asscheeks apart and stared at the lewd picture she made. She licked her lips and ran her hands over her assflesh.

Cupping her tits, she pulled at her quivering nipples. She moved a hand down to her crotch and rubbed her cunt. She was soaked, cuntjuice coating her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs.

At last she left the bathroom and, found Herb stretched out on the bed. He had fallen asleep. She stretched out next to him and pulled the blanket off his body. Groaning, he turned over onto his back, his legs spread wide.

She put her hand on his cock, running her fingertips over his ball-bag. Leaning forward, she curled her fingers under the sac and moved around on the bed so that her face was next to his balls.

Opening her mouth, she sucked one of his nuts between her lips. She rolled it around the wet cave of her mouth, sucking gently on the soft egg. She released it and sucked in the other one, rolling it around her saliva-filled mouth.