Donna Allen: Eager naughty wife

"That's better," he said.

But as wonderful as his hands felt on her boobs, she still felt guilty. She thought about what Lou had said about a little cheating helping a marriage and it made sense. I'll look at it as something I'm doing to keep my marriage intact, she thought.

She took a deep breath and thrust her tits at his stroking fingers. He moved his hands over her belly and down to her thighs before returning them to her boobs.

He expertly fondled her tits through her tee-shirt and shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. She forced herself not to think about Charlie. And she almost succeeded.

"You're a delicious woman," Lou said.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're funny too," he chuckled, sliding his hands under her tee-shirt and cupping her boobs.

"I am?" she giggled.

Suddenly he pulled her tee-shirt up over her tits. She sucked in her breath and lay back as he gazed down at her. "They're beautiful," he said, his voice soft and reverential.

"Oh, they're just like every other woman's, aren't they?" she said.

"Not my old lady," he said, his eyes glued to her brown-nippled boobs. "She's practically flat-chested."

She raised her arms when he pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head. He lay it down on the arm of the sofa and gazed down at her.

Her tits flopped around on her chest and she felt self-conscious as he continued staring at her tits.

"You'll never drown with those things," he said, gazing with delight in his eyes at her massive big-nippled tits.

She giggled, gradually relaxing as he teased her about her nervousness. Soon she relaxed completely and felt no shame when he bent down and minutely examined her brownish pink nipples.

"Do they taste as good as they look?" he said.

"I don't know," she said. "I never tasted them."

"I'll let you know after I have a taste," he said.

He held her nipples between his fingers and watched the pinkish-brown nubs grow stiffer and longer. "It's too bad you can't suck them," he said. "I once knew a girl who could suck her own jugs. She could bring herself off that way."

"You mean she'd suck her own tits while she masturbated?"

"Yeah!" His eyes sparkled with lust.

"My husband doesn't think married women should masturbate," she said.

"You're husband sounds like a jerk," he said.

"He's got a lot of good traits," she said.

Grinning down at her, he cupped her tits and watched the big globes overflow his palms. He squeezed them gently and then not so gently and she sighed softly as the pleasure caused by his fingers radiated through her.

Her pussy responded by lubricating heavily. She could feel that her panties were soaked with her cream. She'd always been a heavy lubricator. Charlie used to tease her about it. He'd tell her a guy could fall right in, she was so juiced up.

She shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about Charlie as Lou gently pulled on her nipples. He blew his warm breath over her boobs and planted a kiss inside her cleavage.

"Oh, Lou!" she sighed, her voice low and husky and sensual.

"You like?" he said, barely touching his lips to one boob.

"I like," she whispered.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he swiped his tongue over her tits. She whimpered softly as he flicked it back and forth over one turgid nipple.

"I'm going to give your titties a good long sucking," he said.

"Oh, yes, I want you to," she said. She could hardly recognize her own voice. It sounded like some strange woman. But it's me, she thought. It's me!

She stroked his hair when his lips suddenly closed over one of her long stiff nipples. She gasped when she felt the turned-on berry being drawn into the warm wetness of his mouth.

A feeling of bliss engulfed her as he lapped his tongue over the puckered tip of her boob. Her tits had always been especially sensitive and as the television repairman sucked and licked her nipple, her entire body responded.

His sucking became more vigorous and soon he was making wet slurping noises as he went from one boob to the other. She wriggled her hips and stroked his hair, holding his hips firmly against her tits.

"Mmmmmm," he said. "I think we have a very excited lady here."

"Your mouth feels so good," she whimpered.

"Are you ready to go a little further?" he said, sitting up and placing his hands on her thighs.

"I guess so," she blushed.

She lifted her ass when he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down off her feet. He gazed with hot eyes at her bikini panties and the little curls peeking out at the sides of her crotch.

She instinctively spread her legs as he began easing her panties down her ass. When she was totally naked, he leaned over her and held her thighs as he gazed at her pussy.

His eyes glowed lustily. "As I said, you're a dish," he said.

"I'll bet you say that to all the horny housewives in town," she said.

"Only the pretty ones," he said.

He got to his feet then and unzipped his fly. He brought his prick out and her eyes widened. It was big. Bigger than Charlie's. His cock-bush was thick and his cock was over seven inches long and thick as her wrist.

"You like?" he chuckled.

"Wow!" she said.

She continued to gaze at his fuck-stick. His cockhead was massive and his balls were oversized too. She gazed up at his face and met his eyes.

"You'd never have guessed, huh?" he chuckled.

She blushed. "No, I'd never have guessed," she said.

She'd always thought only big men had big pricks. But Lou wasn't particularly tall and he wasn't huskily built. As she gazed at his cock, her long-frustrated cunt throbbed. She wanted his big dick inside her and she wanted it now.

He had other ideas. He turned around and straddled her on the sofa. His prick hung over her lips and his mouth grazed her wet cunt muff.

"Give it a good licking," he said.

For the first time in her life she wanted to suck a prick. "Yes!" she said, reaching up and curling her fingers around his prick. "Oh, yes!"

His cock throbbed against her hand. His cock skin was silky and smooth and her mouth watered as she gazed at it. She gasped when she felt his lips sink against her pussy-fur.

When his tongue parted her cunt flaps, she extended her tongue and curled it around his cockshaft. "Mmmmmmm, yes!" she sighed.

He briskly tongued her horny snatch and she hungrily licked his prick.

"Take it into your mouth!" he hissed.

She lapped the tip of her tongue over his cockhead and licked up the drop of jism brimming in his piss-slit. It was different from sucking Charlie's cock. Maybe because Lou was sucking her cunt at the same time.

She felt him tremble as she tongued his fuck-stalk. "Keep that up, baby. Get it good and hard and we'll make beautiful music together."

He rubbed his slick tongue over her clit and whipped the turned-on bud as she greedily sucked his prick-knob into her mouth. She ran her tongue over big spongy bead and licked up more spunk.

The horny housewife thought about how good it would feel when he slid his prick into her cunt. She hoped he wouldn't come in her mouth.

As if reading her thoughts, he suddenly picked his head up and forced her to release his prick. "Let's fuck," be grinned.

And Cheryl was faced with the moment of truth.

After her affair with Lou Pryor began, Cheryl realized just how frustrated she'd been. She became more and more impatient with Charlie, but pretended to enjoy the quick fucking he gave her every other night. She didn't want him to become suspicious so she went along with the fuck-films. But she began to dread watching them. Now that she'd started cheating the fuck-films made her terribly horny.

She continued fucking Lou once in a while, but the only thing drawing them together was sex. And she had no intention of paying for service calls every time her cunt twitched.