Donna Allen - Eager naughty wife

He left the house before Cheryl had a chance to catch her breath. Her left tit hung out of her bra, exposed to Cindy's eyes. She put it back inside her sweater, a blush coming to her cheeks when she noticed the blonde's eyes boring into the lush boob.

She threw one leg over the arm of the sofa and opened a second can of beer. "What's on your mind?" she said to the blonde.

"I think I'm losing Marty," Cindy sighed. "You're crazy," Cheryl said. "Anyone can see he's crazy about you."

Cindy began crying then, blowing her nose in a tissue. "I'm nuts about the guy," she sniffed.

Cheryl moved closer to her on the sofa and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "So what's the problem," she said. "Everything looks like it's working out."

Cindy met her gaze, her light blue eyes clear and innocent. "You don't understand. I really love him. I'm thinking of splitting with Lloyd and living with Marty."

"That's really serious," Cheryl said. "I thought Marty was married."

"He is," Cindy wailed. "But if I split with Lloyd he'll split with his wife."

Site blew her nose again and Cheryl patted her arm. She hadn't realized the situation was so serious. She had noticed that Marty had real feeling for Cindy, but hadn't thought anything would come of it. Now her own feelings of security were shaken and she wanted an excuse to leave.

"Maybe I'd better go home and leave you two alone," she said, still patting Cindy's arm.

"No, please don't go!" Cindy hissed.

She rose up then and began pacing up and down the room. "There's more," she said, picking up another can of beer and gulping half of it down.

"What?" Cheryl said.

"He won't live with me until I've balled with another woman," she said.

"Oh, shit, not that again!" Cheryl said. She buried her face in her hands. How did I get into this mess? she thought.

Cindy returned to the sofa and sat close to Cheryl. "Listen, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but let me suck your cunt for Marty's sake. Please, do it for me!"

"Jesus Christ!" Cheryl said. "You're serious, aren't you?"

The blonde nodded wordlessly, her sexy lips moist and pink.

"You'd suck my cunt?" Cheryl said. "You're not repulsed by it?"

"Oh, no!" Cindy whispered. "To tell you the truth, you turn me on."

"Jesus Christ!" Cheryl repeated.

They sat for a few minutes without speaking. Finally Cheryl stared at Cindy. "You did say I wouldn't have to go down on you, didn't you?"

The blonde smiled and nodded. "You don't have to do a thing," she said.

Cheryl's heart pounded. "I may be tomorrow, but if you really want me to."

Cindy grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Oh, Cheryl, you're the best friend a girl ever had."

She threw her arms around Cheryl's neck and pressed her big tits against her shoulder. Cheryl inhaled Cindy's perfume and felt her heart pound.

"Bombs away!" she whispered against the blonde's hair.

Cindy lowered her lips to Cheryl's and the two friends kissed. Their lips parted and their tongues met and Cheryl felt her pussy twitch and knew she was turning-on.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Cindy's waist and pulled her closer, their tits crushed together and their tongues dueling.

Cindy broke the kiss and guided Cheryl off the sofa and up the stairs to the bedroom. The normally assertive brunette let her friend lead her to the king-sized bed that Cindy shared with Lloyd and sat down while Cindy undressed.

Cheryl sat there dazed while the blonde began to strip. Her huge tits heaved from excitement as she pulled her tee-shirt over her head and pulled down her slacks.

Cheryl gazed at Cindy differently than she did the time Marty had fucked them bath. Now they were alone and she looked at her the way a man looks at a woman's body. And what she saw both excited and frightened her.

It was a body made for love. Cindy's skin was creamy white and pink. Her cunt-bush was blonde and her tits were capped by big pink nipples that looked like ripe strawberries when she was excited, as she was now. There was a combination of innocence and lustiness about Cindy that made Cheryl's blood race. She wondered if she was turning into a lesbian.

Now Cindy sat down on the bed next to Cheryl and cupped her tits through the thin material of her tee-shirt. She bent down and planted a kiss on the tip of one of Cheryl's boobs.

She slid her hand inside Cheryl's tee-shirt and stroked her bare skin before moving her fingers to Cheryl's bra-covered tits.

"Isn't this wild?" Cindy giggled, snaking her fingers inside the cup of Cheryl's bra.

Cheryl moaned when Cindy's fingers touched her nipple. "You're driving me crazy," she moaned.

"You're getting off on it, aren't you?" the blonde giggled.

She helped Cheryl pull her tee-shirt over her head and then pushed her down on her back. She leaned over her and ran her tongue over her cleavage. She pulled her bra-straps off her shoulders and her arms. Soon the flimsy cups were being pulled away from her tits and the blonde was licking one of her nipples.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Cheryl said.

The blonde picked her head up and squeezed Cheryl's tits in both her hands. "How'd you guess?"

Cheryl pulled the blonde's mouth back onto her boobs. "I can just tell," she said.

She could tell by the way Cindy teased her tits that she'd had experience with other women. She didn't know why Cindy had lied about it, and it didn't matter. Waves of lust raged through her hand she no longer cared that they were committing a perverted act.

Cindy went from one nipple to the other. She wet them down with her saliva and then licked it up again with slow tantalizing strokes of her tongue.

She continued sucking Cheryl's boobs as she fumbled with her slacks. She unzipped them and began tugging them down end Cheryl's heart pounded. This was the moment of truth. She could stop now and get the hell out of here or she could stay and enjoy a new adventure. She decided to stay.

She helped Cindy tug the jeans off her legs. Soon they were both naked and they rolled around the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and tits.

"Nice," a male voice said softly.

Cheryl turned to the door and saw Marty Martin walking into the room.

"Very nice," he grinned. Don't stop, girls. Go right on with your fun and games.

He sat down on a nearby chair and Cheryl turned back to Cindy. She could smell her own and the blonde's cunt-fragrance. Suddenly the aroma was sexually intoxicating and the presence of Marty only heightened her arousal. Also, she'd half-expected he would return to watch them.

She sank back against a pillow and let Cindy nestle between her thighs. Her cunt gaped open and Cindy trembled as she gazed at her molten gulch.

She spread her legs wider and stroked her tits while Cindy caressed her silken inner thighs.

"You don't mind if I take this thing out and work it over?" Marty said as he climbed out of his pants and shorts.

Cheryl smiled. "I wouldn't mind if you came over here and joined us," she said.

"Later," he said, licking his lips and pumping his prick. "Right now I want more [missing text]."

Cindy held her asscheeks in both hands and rubbed her face over Cheryl's twat. Cheryl arched her back and pressed her slit against the blonde's nose and mouth and cheeks.

"This is crazy," she whispered, picking her head up and gazing at Cindy's plump asscheeks. "But as long as we're doing it why don't you stick a finger in my gash?"

Cindy giggled and stuffed her index finger into Cheryl's juiced-up pussy-box. Cheryl gasped as the blonde churned her finger around inside her cunt-tunnel.

"It's like a hot-box," Cindy said, thrusting the finger in and out of Cheryl's gulch.

She stirred it around and let it drag over Cheryl's clit while Cheryl twisted her hips and fucked back at her friend's finger. The muscles in her belly rippled and her tits wobbled around as she thrust her cunt at Cindy's little artificial cock.