Donna Allen - Hard up wife

Leona took a hot shower, lathering herself with a soap that left a scent of roses on her tingling skin. After she stepped out of the shower, she couldn't help spending some time admiring her body in front of a mirror. She played with her tits and fingered her clit until her juices began to flow. Just priming my pussy, she thought. She did not allow herself to come, but she built up the tension to the point where she found herself almost trembling.

After toweling herself dry, she patted baby powder over her tits and belly. She put a dab of perfume between her tits, another in her navel, and a third directly over her pussy where the curls began growing on her mound. She combed her hair out and pinned it up high on her head. She put on a short nightgown sheer enough to be sexy. She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when she heard Bob's key in the front door.

She met him in the living room and they briefly kissed.

"You look like a dream!" he chuckled. "I guess you want some action tonight."

"If I can get it," Leona teased. She cuddled up against him and ran her fingertip lightly over the bulge in his crotch. It wasn't long before she could feel his cock swelling into a lovely hard-on. In the meantime, Bob slipped down one of her shoulder straps to expose the ripe globe of a heaving breast. He massaged her rubbery nipple with an expert touch.

"Let's play," Leona whispered.

Bob nodded amiably. "Sure, honey! What would you like?"

Leona stepped back and pretended to give the problem serious consideration. "I suppose I ought to see the equipment," she said.

Bob grinned. He unzipped his fly and scooped out his cock and balls. Leona's eyes gleamed at the sight of his masculine meat hanging out like that. She moved closer to him and ran her fingertips over his bulging ball-bag. The eggs inside were swollen with juice. Taking hold of his upstanding cock with one hand, she used the fingers of the other hand to pull his foreskin back behind the flaring rim of his pink, plum-shaped cock-head.

She finally nodded and pulled her hand away. "The equipment looks satisfactory," she said. They were slipping into their usual game in which Bob behaved like a meek little lamb, ready to carry out whatever orders she might give him. As always, he seemed to welcome it. His eyes kept running hotly over her body, over her tits and ass and long legs which were in high heels – but he remained there awaiting her instructions. She stepped back to get a better view of him. "Drop your pants and shorts," she said.

She kept her eyes on his cock as he unbuckled his belt. He was nicely hung, there was no doubt about that. When his pants and shorts were at his ankles, she stood off to the side so that she could see the curve of his ass and the jutting of his cock at the same time. She walked around behind him and ran her finger tips lightly over the swell of his muscular asscheeks.

"Take off the rest of your clothes," she said. "Get naked."

She sat down on the sofa facing him and watched him strip. When he had everything off, she smiled and opened her legs. Her nightgown was short enough so that she knew he could see her pussy. A crazy desire swept over her, and with a slight flush on her face, she moved a hand down to her crotch and began delicately fingering her cunt-lips. Bob's eyes widened when he saw her playing with herself.

"Jesus, Leona!"

"Does it turn you on?"

"Christ, yeah!"

She had never done anything like this in front of him or any other man. The urge to do it was irresistible. Her hands went to her tits and she cupped and squeezed them through her nightgown. Bob closed his fingers around his stiff cock and began slowly pumping his meat.

"Your cock is dripping," she said.

"Yeah," Bob grunted.

Leona spread her legs wide to reveal her thick nest of crotch-hair. She moved her hands off her heaving tits and ran them don her body to her belly. She rubbed the skin of her belly and squirmed her ass restlessly on the sofa cushion.

Her fingers finally moved into the jungle of hair between her thighs. She teased open her pussy-lips and pulled them apart to reveal the moist pink meat of her cunt.

"Oh, Jesus!" Bob groaned. "Christ, that's beautiful!"

Leona located her pink clit with her fingers and began rubbing it with a feathery touch. Then she wet her fingertips with her tongue and massaged her love-button again. Her long fingers moved back and forth over the lips of her cunt. She was tremendously excited by the feverish look of lust and fascination in Bob's eyes. He was completely in her power. She no longer cared about getting her husband to do to her what the old farmer had done. Bob was obviously the wrong man for it.

"Get down over here between my legs," she said tersely.

He hesitated for only a moment, and then he knelt down on the floor in front of her. His head was very close to her gaping cunt as he looked up at her face and awaited for next command.

She held her cunt-lips open with the fingers of both hands and gazed at him expectantly.

"Sniff it!" she said. "Sniff my pussy, honey!"

She held her breath as he moved his nose to within an inch of her pussy and inhaled deeply. Reaching out, she took hold of the back of his head with her hands and pulled his face tightly into her crotch.

"Suck!" she groaned. "Suck me until I come on your face!"

The next day, Leona told Gloria she was ready to go with her to the Carousel Lounge.

"It's probably the wrong thing to do," Leona said. "But I think I owe it to myself to try."

Gloria avoided asking any questions about what had happened with Bob. She enthusiastically suggested they do it that very afternoon.

"I could use some excitement today," Gloria said. "Everything's been so damn boring! Come on, honey, let's change our clothes and get going!"

A half-hour later they were driving on Route 20 outside of town. The Carousel Lounge was attached to a "hot pillow" motel of the same name. Leona vaguely remembered hearing about the place before she was married, and she wasn't too comfortable walking in.

Gloria was evidently an old-timer, and once they were inside a number of people, both men and women, said hello to her. Leona was thankful for the dim lighting – it helped her need to be as inconspicuous as possible. My God, she thought, what if I meet someone I know? After a moment of panic, she decided there was nothing wrong with two women stopping off in a cocktail lounge for an afternoon drink.

They slipped into a booth and ordered daiquiris. It wasn't long before Gloria giggled and leaned across the table.

"Those two guys at the bar are giving us the once-over!" she whispered.

Leona looked at the bar and saw two husky young men wearing tight jeans and even tighter tee-shirts. They were both very strong-looking, the muscles of their bronze arms rippling in the dim light.

"They're kids," Leona said.

Gloria smirked. "Honey, the nice thing about a kid is that his gun is ready to go off again almost as soon as it's fired. I love kids! Besides, those two are over twenty-one, and these days that's pretty grown up."

No more than five more minutes passed before the boys at the bar sauntered over to make their pitch. Leona was uneasy, but she had to admit they were very good-looking. Maybe it was the way they radiated health. Whatever it was, she was getting turned on.

"My friend and I would like to buy you ladies a drink," one of them said.

When Gloria looked at Leona, Leona shrugged her acceptance. Gloria turned back to the boy and smiled. "I'm Gloria and that's Leona," she said. "You can sit with us, if you want."

And so it began. The boy who sat down beside Leona called himself Ray. His friend's name was Gary, and they looked enough alike so that it was some time before Leona had their names straight. The initial uneasiness gradually melted away, and it wasn't long before the four of them were joking and telling stories like old friends. The daiquiris helped. Leona hardly ever drank more than two daiquiris, but that afternoon she finished her fourth daiquiri within the first hour. When someone suggested they have a cozy little party in one of the motel rooms, Leona hiccuped, blushed, and readily agreed. They all slipped out of the booth and one of the boys went off to rent a room.