Donna Allen: Hard up wife

Leona's pussy was soaked now, but she no longer cared about wetting her dress. She felt giddy, as if the slightest provocation would make her giggle. She knew she'd be able to get him to do it, she just knew it!

When they arrived home, Leona made Bob relax in the living room. He was obviously anxious to start fucking, but she forced him to calm down.

"Just wait here," she said. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable. Just wait here and be patient."

He was both puzzled and annoyed, but he did as he was told. That was the nice thing about Bob – he usually did what she wanted. Maybe it was the promise in her eyes, or maybe he could smell her pussy-juice and knew how hot she was.

She walked upstairs to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She slipped on one of Bob's old shirts and a pair of slippers. The bottom of the shirt hardly covered her bare ass and she felt positively whorish.

Now in the bathroom, she carefully wiped her pussy and dabbed cologne on the insides of her thighs. She had an intense desire to jerk off, to have at least one orgasm, but she controlled herself. Stepping lively, she returned downstairs to Bob.

She chuckled when she saw the amazed look on his face. "Do you still like my legs?" she asked.

"Christ!" he hissed. "What's come over you?"

On the pretext of fixing something to drink, she walked back and forth in front of him, turning and bending forward to show him the plump cheeks of her ass. She giggled when he whistled.

"Do we have a bone in the basement?"

"You're damn right!" Bob said.

"Bring it out, honey. Show mommy how big your peter is."

Their little game, with Leona playing the role of his mother, was an old one. Her eyes gleaming, she watched him unzip his fly and pull out his swollen cock.

"What the hell are you up to?" he said.

"Don't you like it?"

"I don't know. You're acting kind of crazy, Leona."

"I thought you'd like me to be sexy for a change." She walked over to him and stood between his knees so that his head pressed against her belly. "Don't you like it when I'm sexy?"

His reply was to pass his hands up the backs of her thighs and cup the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed and pinched her resilient flesh until she winced.

"Listen," she said softly, "I'd like to try something new. Are you willing?"

He looked up at her with questioning eyes. "What an you talking about?"

"Lick my pussy, honey," she said. "You've never done that and I think I'd like it. Will you do that for me!"

"Jesus!" he groaned. "Where the hell did you get ideas like that?"

"Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Of course, I want you to be happy."

"Then go down on me. Lick my pussy until I'm happy!" She cupped a hand under his chin and thrust her pelvis forward. When he tried to push his face against her bush of cunt-hair, she laughed and backed away.

"No," she said. "Let me sit on a chair. Let's do it right."

Leona had no clear idea of what was right, but she knew she wanted to be completely open to him. So much had changed! Not too long ago, she'd have rebelled at the idea of totally exposing her crotch in a lighted room. Now she calmly sat down on an easy-chair and lewdly dropped her legs over the arms. Bob gazed transfixed at the pink-red silt of her cunt and its frame of dark curls. Leona shivered with the nastiness of it all. Moving both hands down to her crotch, she pulled open her cunt-lips and offered her cunt to her husband.

"Don't be bashful," Leona taunted.

Bob flushed. "Christ, Leona, what the hell's come over you? You've never acted like this before."

"Are you backing out?"

"No, damn it, I'm not backing out!"

"Then come over here and start licking my pussy."

When he approached her, she saw that his face wins covered with a sheen of sweat. The sight of her slender fingers pulling open her thick cunt-lips was evidently driving him crazy. As he knelt down on the rug, she wondered if she'd be ashamed afterward. The whole thing seemed so nasty! She held absolutely still as he began kissing her thighs. She was happy now that she'd had sense enough to use cologne. She couldn't bear the thought of offering him a smelly pussy! Then she cried out as he put his wide mouth directly on her cunt and began sucking.

He used his tongue. He pushed aside her large cunt-lips and his tongue moved up and down in the slit of her pussy. He thrust the point of his tongue into the opening of her cunt-hole. It was wild and horrible and lovely. The absolute lewdness of it was overwhelming. He kissed, licked, and pushed his nose into her cunt, but as much as she jerked and writhed, it didn't work. She did not have an orgasm. She did not come. It was no good.

She finally pushed his head away and groaned out her frustration. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"

Bob, of course, was fooled into believing she was wild with lust. He rose up and dropped his pants. His turgid cock reared over her lewdly. Fucking, at least, was something she knew how to do. Raising up her legs, she gripped his hips and drew him in. The hard meat of his cock plugged her cunt with one long stroke, and moments later he grunted and emptied his balls into her body.

She left him dozing on the sofa. Holding her cunt-lips together to keep his jism inside, she went off to the bathroom to clean up, to bush her teeth, and of course to masturbate.

When Leona told Gloria what had happened, Gloria nodded her head in sympathy.

"I thought it might work," Gloria said. "But not every man is a good cunt-lapper. Maybe you need an affair."

They were in Gloria's bedroom. Gloria was changing clothes and she was stripped to the waist, her big tits bobbing and swaying, her huge nipples pink and succulent.

"Oh, God, no," Leona said. "I could never do that." She stared at the blonde's tits with intense interest. This was the first time she'd ever seen Gloria without clothes and she was fascinated.

"Why not?" Gloria chuckled.

"I don't know," Leona said. "I just couldn't."

Gloria briefly brushed her palms across her big nipples and shook her head with disapproval. "That's crazy," she said. "Frank and I have an arrangement, you know, and I'm certainly not sorry about it."

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

Gloria laughed. "It certainly does, darling. I like some occasional action on the outside. I think it's just what you need. It doesn't have to be anything serious, you know. Nothing more than a roll in the hay with a stud who knows what he's doing. I know a place we can go to some afternoon and find us some fun and games."

Leona was shocked by the revelation that Gloria and Frank had affairs outside their marriage. The idea that she ought to do the same was unappealing, but she had to admit it made sense. Gloria certainly seemed happy enough, and that's what counted, wasn't it? Leona doubted, however, if she'd ever have the guts to go somewhere and pick up a man.

"I suppose you're talking about a cocktail lounge," Leona said.

Gloria nodded. "Interested?"

"I don't know," Leona said. "I don't think I'm ready for something like that. I haven't been with another man since Bob and I got married."

"I know what you mean, honey. But we've got to work on this problem of yours. Maybe we need a specialist."

"A specialist?"

Gloria looked at Leona with a scheming smile. "I know a guy named Arthur Baines."

Arthur Baines was a wiry little man with glittering eyes and a handsome smile. He ushered Leona into his apartment with a flourish, obviously delighted by her.

"Beautiful!" he exclaimed. "You're gorgeous! Gloria said you were a dish, and you are!"

Leona blushed. She found it difficult to believe she was actually there with this strange man. Gloria had told her all about him, how he failed in one department and excelled in another, how nice he was – but Leona felt peculiar. It was a bit freaky to be visiting a strange man for the purpose of having her pussy licked! That was what Arthur Baines was all about. Gloria had explained that although Arthur couldn't raise a hard-on, he was a phenomenal expert at using his tongue. "He'll blow your mind," Gloria had said. Leona was there to have her mind blown, or her pussy blown, depending how one looked at it. She might feel peculiar, but she was certainly turned on. Her panties were soaked by the intensity of her excitement.