Donna Allen - Hard up wife

These were his thoughts as he sat in his car waiting for a traffic light to change. A curvy blonde was in the midst of crossing the street in front of him, when he suddenly recognized her. He tooted the horn and yelled out of the car window: "Hey, Gloria, hop in and I'll take you wherever you're going!"

Gloria Simpson turned on her high heels, staring at him blankly, and then suddenly recognized him and smiled happily. She scooted around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and slipped in beside him. The traffic light changed from red to green and Bob drove off with his wife's best friend beside him.

"It's funny meeting you like that," Gloria said.

They were sitting in a small restaurant finishing lunch. They hadn't planned on it, but shortly after Bob had picked her up they bad discovered they were both hungry.

"Yeah," Bob agreed. "Funny it is." He glanced briefly at the swell of her tits under her summer blouse. In all the time he'd known Gloria, he'd never been alone with her. She had full tits and a luscious ass. His cock twitched as he imagined himself licking her thighs, high up where the skin was soft and tender.

They exchanged inane comments about the weather, and then Gloria smiled mischievously.

"I bet these people here think we're married," she said. "We're both wearing wedding rings."

Bob chuckled. "So we are."

"I wouldn't mind," Gloria said with a glint in her eye.

It took a moment for it to sink in, and then Bob finally realized the implication. He fidgeted on his seat and couldn't help flashing his eyes from her face to her tits and back to her face again. "Neither would I," he said.

They lifted their wine, glasses and looked into each other's eyes. An unspoken message passed between them. Gloria mentioned casually that she had nothing to do for the next few hours. Bob replied that since he was a salesman, he was always more or less on his own time.

"We could sort of pass the afternoon together," he blurted. "Maybe even go to a motel."

Gloria smiled. "I was waiting for you to ask."

That was all there was to it. So damned easy, so much easier than he'd thought! He was shaking with anticipation as they walked out of the restaurant. He kept his eyes fixed on the tantalizing jiggling of her meaty ass. He felt like a new man, like someone just coming out of a cocoon.

Inside the car he was too aroused to concentrate on the driving. Gloria sensed it and giggled. She cuddled close to him and teased him by running her hand lightly over his thigh.

"Christ, don't do that!" he hissed.

"You look like you need some attention," she laughed. Her hand moved up along his thigh until her fingertips found the bulge of his hard cock. She probed and squeezed and measured the length of his shaft and the size of his cock-head. "You poor man!" she teased. Pulling his zipper down, she worked her hand inside his pants and shorts and brought out his cock and balls.

"Take it easy!" Bob groaned. He was afraid he'd shoot off in her hand.

"You've got a nice cock," she crooned. "Nice heavy nuts."

His teeth clenched with frustration, his face flushed with desire, he drove on until they finally reached the motel.

His hands were almost trembling as he paid the room charge. He followed Gloria into their room with his eyes feasting on the swell of her asscheeks and the lovely curves of her calves.

As soon as he locked the door, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body against his, grinding her belly over the hard bulge of his cock. Then their mouths fused together. Her lips were soft and wet, just as he'd imagined they'd be. Her tongue was rapidly darting in and out of his mouth. He put his arms around her, his hands moving over her back until he found the zipper of her blouse.

"Wait," she said softly. "Let me do it, honey."

She unzipped the blouse, and with one deft movement she drew it over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She wore panties and a half-bra that covered her nipples and supported her tits from below. Her fingers found the snap that fastened her bra and she unhooked it. The bra fell forward, releasing the luscious mounds of her tits. Her breasts did not droop or dangle. They stood out lewdly, the nipples pointing jauntily upward. She had bigger tits than Leona.

"Jesus, your tits are a dream!" he said.

She looked down at them. "They're too big," she said. "Leona's are nicer."

"Don't talk about my wife."

"Okay," she smiled. "We won't talk about your wife." She saw that eagerness in his eyes and she pulled back her shoulders to emphasize her breasts. "Touch them," she said.

Reaching out, he gently cupped a hand over each thrusting breast. Her skin felt like satin, cool to the touch, but her nipples were growing hard as his fingers began toying with them.

"Suck them," she said. "It turns me on."

In a daze, disbelieving his luck, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her forward to stand between his legs. Her breasts hung over his face like two ripe fruits, the large nipples pink and succulent. When he opened his mouth, she held one breast with both hands and pushed the nipple forward between his lips.

"That's it, honey!" she said with excitement. "Give it a good suck!"

Her hands pushed the soft mass of her tit into his face until he found his nose buried in her flesh. His lips worked her nipple over, then he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He closed his teeth down on her tit and felt her chest heave. He soon moved his mouth to the other tit, and her fingers tangled in his hair to urge him on.

"Will you do that to me somewhere else?"

He pulled his mouth off her tit and looked up at her smiling eyes. "Sure," he said. "If that's what you want."

"Every woman wants that, honey. Don't you know? Don't you like it when Leona does it to you?"

"She doesn't."

"Then it'll be my treat. I love doing it. Do you want to kiss my tits some more?"

"You've got great jugs."

"I'm glad you like them. I thought you were going to grab them, in the restaurant."

"I wanted to," he said. He put his mouth on a nipple again and flicked his tongue. When he pulled his mouth away, he said, "And they taste even better than I thought."

There was a certain uneasiness about it all. He felt it, and he wondered if she did, too. Maybe it was because they were doing something forbidden. The more forbidden the act, the more pleasurable it was to do it. Her body was no more attractive than Leona's, and her face less so. It was the new intimacy which was exciting, the taste and smell and feel of a new body.

Releasing her tits, he let his hands slide down over her hips. He pulled at the elastic waistband of her panties, and then rolled the panties down over her hips and legs. She bucked her pelvis forward, put her hands on the back of his head, and pulled his face into the bush of blonde hair that covered her pussy.

She pulled his face into her pussy, and then moments later they were on the bed. He still had his clothes on. She didn't seem to care. She had his head locked between her thighs and his mouth chewing on her cunt, and that was all she seemed to care about.

"Get your tongue in there!" she cried. "Don't be bashful! Drink me! God, I love to have my pussy sucked! There's nothing in the world like it!"

His nose pressed into the curls of pussy-hair. He rolled his tongue around in the soft wet flesh.

"That's right!" she gasped. "Lick my cunt! Give me some tongue!"

He groaned in protest at the force with which her thighs locked around his head, but the sound was muffled by her crotch. She refused to let him up. She kept his face jammed into her hot, musky cunt. The sticky juice now covering his tongue tasted hot and salty. His nose was assaulted by the hot smell of her oozing cunt-hole. He sniffed, curious about how she compared with Leona. Her smell was stronger than Leona's, much less delicate, even a little raunchy. He wasn't sure how much he liked it. Then he decided that at least it was natural. A woman's cunt ought to smell like a cunt, not a bed of roses. You can't fuck a rose.