Donna Allen - Hard up wife

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" she groaned.

At any other time she would have ignored it, let whoever it was ring and go away, but she was afraid it might be Bob returning to the house for some reason. If he'd misplaced his keys, he'd have no way to get in. Wrapping herself in a robe, Leona hurried to the front door and opened it.

A blonde woman with a willowy body covered by a skimpy halter and shorts stood on the doorstep.

"Hi, I'm Gloria Simpson," the blonde said. "We just moved in next door and we don't have a telephone yet. Could you possibly let me make a call on your phone?"

Still half-dazed from the effects of her session in the bathroom, Leona nodded mutely and opened the door wider to let the woman enter.

From that moment on, Leona's life was never again to be the same.

The Simpsons moved into the house next door in August. By the end of October, Leona and Gloria were good friends. Gloria was a few years older than Leona, but much more easygoing. Gloria was carefree, uninhibited, and very sensual. Frank Simpson was big and brawny and handsome and obviously virile. Leona often found herself jealous of Gloria's apparently ideal marriage. She greatly admired Gloria's light-hearted attitude toward sex. The two women talked together, shopped together, and borrowed each other's clothes. Their intimacy continued to grow as the months passed.

It was only a matter of time before Leona confided in Gloria about the sexual difficulties in her marriage. Gloria was sympathetic and firm in her ideas.

"A woman ought to enjoy fucking," she said. "If she doesn't, it's usually the man's fault."

Leona felt uncomfortable discussing something so intimate, but she told herself she really needed Gloria's opinion. After all, what were friends for?

"Maybe there's something wrong with me physically," Leona said.

Gloria chuckled. "Like what? You look pretty healthy to me. You don't have trouble lubricating, do you?"

"Lubricating?"

Gloria laughed. "Pussy-juice, honey. Do you get wet when you get turned on?"

Leona blushed. "Of course," she said.

"Then it's probably not physical. In any case, you can ask your gynecologist. God, all this talk about fucking gets me hot! My darling husband is going to have a juicy pussy to suck on tonight!" Gloria was surprised when she saw the effect her words were having on Leona. "Jesus!" Gloria said. "Doesn't Bob every go down on you?"

Leona avoided Gloria's eyes. Her mind reeled with an image of Frank Simpson sucking on Gloria's juicy pussy. She wondered what the Simpsons looked like naked. She wondered if the size of Frank's cock went along with the rest of his body. She wondered what it would be like to have a man's mouth on her dripping cunt. She could feel the juice dribbling out of her pussy to wet the insides of her thighs.

"Bob has never done anything like that," Leona said softly.

Gloria shook her head in disbelief. "Ask him," she said. "Maybe he just needs to be asked. I bet he gets you to blast off to the moon!"

Leona shivered. "I don't think he'd like doing something like that."

Amused, Gloria leaned forward. "Honey, Bob looks like a real man. A real man likes sucking a wet pussy. Believe me, I know!"

Leona decided to give it a try. As nasty as it might seem when she thought about it, the idea of having Bob's mouth on her cunt was exciting. She wondered how many of the women she knew had their pussies regularly sucked by their husbands. Sucked and licked. Licking was important, too. The idea of a warm tongue gently lapping up and down the wet meat of her cunt turned her on. The thought of someone slurping her juices made her shiver. She wondered if Bob had ever done it to another woman. He'd been more experienced than her when they'd married. She tried to picture him sucking a girl's pussy. Was it true that a real man liked doing it?

Leona waited until a Saturday night when she and Bob went out to a movie. Their usual routine was to return home after the movie and fuck. Saturday night was the one night he'd probably be the most receptive to the idea of doing something different in bed.

She dressed carefully in order to be as alluring as possible. She wore a sensuous knit dress and left off her panties. She hardly ever walked around without panties, but she decided this was the appropriate time for it. As they stood on line to buy their tickets at the movie theater, she wondered how many of the other women there had bare pussies under their dresses.

Seated beside Bob in the dark theater, Leona teased him by running her hand along his thigh. She loved the feel of his muscles. She imagined his thick cock dangling in his dark hairy crotch. She pinched and probed his thigh until she had him squirming. She could feel the heat of him. Her nipples tingled and she was conscious of the wetness of her pussy. She prayed her juices wouldn't stain her dress.

She had no idea how she would go about asking Bob to lick her pussy. She had no experience with such things, she'd always been so passive. She hoped that at the proper time she'd know what to do.

The movie was a bore and Leona passed the time thinking about the evening ahead. She imagined Bob's head between her thighs. She realized now how much she'd been missing out on things, pleasures that other women took for granted. It was time to change, time to have a new awakening.

As they left the movie, Leona was amused at the way Bob tried to hide his obvious hard-on. When they were alone inside the car, she playfully teased him about it.

"There's a bone in the basement," she said.

Bob chuckled. "You put it there, honey. Have a feel."

"I will not!" Leona teased. But she pictured his throbbing cock confined in his pants and she finally put her hand on him. He was ready for action, his cock thick and swollen like a fat sausage. She always liked handling his cock because she knew it put him in her power. She kept on feeling around outside his pants, and then finally she unzipped his fly and put her hand inside. She probed trough the opening in his boxer shorts and scooped out his long thick cock. She closed her hand around his rigid cock-shaft and held him without moving, teasing him with her fingers. She knew he wanted to be stroked, but she held him in her fist and kept her hand still.

"You're a naughty boy," she said. "Your pecker is dripping on my hand."

He groaned. She squeezed his cock and heard him gasp. She slipped her hand out to his cock-head and smeared his juice over the velvety knob. His cock-head was fat and deliciously bloated. She could feel the heat of it under her fingertips. Using two fingers, she pulled his foreskin back to completely expose the juicy plum of his prick-tip. Each time they passed a streetlamp, she could see the juice glistening in the slit of his cock-head. She rubbed her thumb over the hole and then around the flared rim of his knob.

There were times during their marriage when she'd thought of taking his cock in her mouth, but she'd never had the nerve to do it.

She knew there were women who did that, and she assumed Bob would like it. Sometimes the urge to do it was intense. The she'd think how nasty it was to suck on a man's piss-hole. She also did not like the idea of giving in, of being completely subservient to his pleasures. It was always good to hold back in order to keep control of things. Her mother had always said that if you gave a man everything, he treated you like a slave.

Leona adored playing with Bob's cock! She loved the feel of his rod when he was hard like this.

"Move your hand!" Bob groaned. "You're teasing!"

She preteneded she did not know how to do it. The pretense was ludicrous, since the one thing she really did know how to do was jerk off a cock. When Bob seemed on the verge of becoming angry, she lightly pumped his cock to calm him down. The knowledge of the power she had over him as she held his throbbing cock in her hand was marvelous. She wanted to get him as turned on as possible, so that he'd do whatever she asked.