Donna Allen - Hard up wife

For awhile he did no more than rub the head of his cock against her puckered asshole. He took his time. He was enjoying himself immensely and he was in no hurry at all. He wondered why he'd never before had the urge to do this to a woman. Taking a woman's ass implied a profound possession of her body. Was there anything wrong with that? Was it any different than sticking his cock in her armpit? Gloria seemed to like ass-fucking. She seemed hungry for it.

Gloria's fingers clutched the sheets as he began pushing the head of his cock into the tight ring of her slippery asshole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, my God!"

She churned her hips to ease his cock farther inside her shit-hole.

"You want more?"

"Yes!" she hissed. She pushed up harder against him, forcing all of his cock up her ass. She obviously wanted every inch he had to give her. When he hit bottom, she cried out and began coming in a series of wild spasms that nearly knocked him off the bed. She knelt there shuddering with pleasure, ripple after ripple running through her gorgeous ass.

Looking down, he could see the way the thick base of his cock stretched her asshole almost to the paint of tearing. It was all too much for him. After a few short strokes of his cock in and out of the grip of her hot shit-hole, he heaved and grunted and began pouring gobs of jism up her spasming ass. His coming set her off in another series of orgasms even wilder than the first.

"God, that was great!" she said.

After they cleaned up, Gloria said she had to leave immediately to meet her husband downtown.

"But next time you and I have to talk about this," she said. "And about you and Leona."

She kissed his cheek, picked up her purse, and walked out.

Two weeks passed before Bob saw Gloria again. She smiled at the hungry look in his eyes.

"I guess I turn you on," she said.

Bob grinned. "You bet you do! I take one look at that ass and those tits and I'm ready for action!"

"What about Leona? Does she turn you on like that?"

The smile left his face. "Never mind that."

"Okay, but I'd like to talk later."

"Maybe."

"We'll see," Gloria said cheerfully. "Now show me how ready you are." She snuggled close to him, rubbing the mound of her pussy against his hip. They were still dressed. He slipped his hand down her back and over her ass, his finger probing the deep crack between her asscheeks and his fingertip finally finding the puckered outline of her asshole.

"I'm a little sore there," she said.

"Hell," he said. "I haven't touched you in two weeks."

"I have a husband, you know."

He grinned. "Well, how about that? How often does he do it?"

"If you won't talk about Leona, I won't talk about Frank."

"Okay, you win," Bob said. "How often does Frank fuck your ass?"

"About once a month. But it just happened yesterday and that's why I'm still sore."

"Only once a month?"

"I wouldn't mind having it more. Husbands just don't understand their wives, do they?"

"And vice versa," Bob said.

"Do you understand Leona? I don't think you do. Maybe later, if you're nice to me, I'll tell how you can. Would you like that?"

"Sure," Bob said. "Now let's get undressed and fuck!"

His balls churned with cum as he watched her take off her clothes. When she bent forward to slip off her panties, the luscious hang of her tits caused his cock to twitch.

He pushed down the waistband of his shorts. His rampant cock bobbed up and down before settling into an upward thrust with its rosy cock-head bare and gleaming.

Gloria lay down on the bed and Bob knelt beside her. Gripping his cock, she stroked his foreskin up and down with her eyes fixed on the dripping slit of his cock-head.

"You're sure ready!" she giggled.

Leaning forward, he drew his hips back and removed his cock from her reach. He gathered her luscious tits in his hands. Pushing her breasts together, he squeezed and wiggled them as he lapped his wet tongue across their turgid tips. She moaned when he clamped his lips over a long nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.

Shifting his weight to one side, he moved a hand down to her crotch. She eagerly parted her legs to let him caress the ripe split of her cunt. He fingered her slick cunt-lips and pinched the fat bud of her clit.

"Come on!" she said. "Fuck me! I can't wait any longer!"

He climbed on top of her, tilted his stiff cock downward, and drove his meat home into her juice-drenched cunt.

"God, it's good!" she gasped. "You can make it twice today, lover, I know it! Fuck me hard! Don't hold back! Fuck me!"

He began stroking in and out of her slippery cunt, letting his need build slowly, fucking her with long, evenly paced thrusts. She was right about coming twice – the way he felt at the moment, he could fuck her until next Tuesday! He wondered what she had to tell him about Leona. Heaven would be having Leona fuck as good as Gloria. God, that would be something!

"You've got swinging balls," she crooned. "The nicest feeling in the world is a pair of heavy nuts slapping my pussy! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me out of this world!"

"Tell me about Leona," he said.

"Not now!"

"Yes, now!" he groaned. "If you want me to finish this, you'd better talk!"

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned. "You're crazy! Oh, shit! Okay, I'll tell you. Get strong with Leona. That's what she really wants. Fuck her brains out, fuck her ass, do anything, but you be the boss. You've got the cock, dummy. You're the boss!"

With a growl of rage, he began mercilessly pounding Gloria's body with his cock. The more he pounded, the more she mewled her acceptance and pleasure. He forced her legs over her shoulders and bent her knees back until the touched her tits. His piledriving thrusts into her steaming crotch soon brought the first convulsions of her orgasm. Moments later, a geyser of jism erupted out of his pulsing cock to inundate her spasmodically contracting cunt.

"You're a good lover," she groaned. "Turn it on for Leona."

"Hello, lover!" Leona said.

Six months had passed since the resurrection of the Crawford marriage. Leona was standing just inside the front door, welcoming Bob home with an affectionate smile. A passerby on the street would have seen nothing out of the ordinary, nothing more than a thirty-year old man returning home sweaty and slightly disheveled from a day's work. Of the man's wife, the passerby would have seen no more than her face in the shadows of the interior of the entrance – a young, attractive face, but again nothing out of the ordinary. The passerby would not have known that Leona Crawford was wearing no more than a pair of high-heels. Her eyes were shadowed with a glowing blue, and her mouth and nipples and pussylips were painted a bright red. Large gold earrings dangled from her ears and she moved in a faint cloud of perfume.

As Bob walked into the house, Leona approached him and ran her fingertips lightly over the front of his pants. She kissed his cheek.

"Come on," she said softly. "I have a cold drink waiting."

A few minutes later they were in the kitchen, their arms around each other, kissing passionately, their tongues tangled in a bath of saliva. Bob's hard cock throbbed as Leona greedily sucked his tongue and wantonly rubbed herself against his lean body. His hands roamed over her back and the full, pliant cheeks of her ass. She thrilled at his touch. When he pressed downward on her shoulders, she gladly yielded to the pressure and sank to her knees before him.

She wanted what he wanted and she was eager to do it for him. The anticipation of her pleasure increased the flow of cunt-juice already leaking out of her pussy. Her cunt-lips were fat and swollen. Her clit was quivering and extended. She had jerked off all day, but never to the point of orgasm. She had titillated herself in order to prime her body for the evening.