Donna Allen - Eager naughty wife

"It's me, Lou," the voice said. "I'm running late."

"Oh, God, Lou, when can you make it?"

"I don't know. Hold on a minute."

She heard his muffled voice as he spoke to someone in the shop. Then he came back onto the line. "I'll be there as soon as I can." And he hung up before she could reply.

"Damn!" she hissed as she replaced the receiver. "Damn him and every other man in the world!"

She flounced upstairs to dress. She dropped her robe onto the floor and ran hot water into the tub. She glanced at her naked body in the mirror and paused to admire her upthrust tits and pinkish-brown nipples.

"Lou, you jerk, you don't know what you're missing!" she whispered to her image.

She smiled as she climbed into the tub. He knew what he was missing all right. And she'd found out he was fucking half a dozen women in the neighborhood so he didn't really need her. No wonder he was so cocky.

She soaped her cunt-bush and lathered her asshole very carefully. Lou had a wonderful way of sticking his tongue into her butt and she liked to be spanking clean for him.

She didn't dawdle in the tub. When Lou arrived she wanted to be dressed and waiting for him. She felt the usual excitement at the prospect of getting her pussy worked over and she dressed quickly.

Since she had so much competition from other horny housewives in the neighborhood, she decided to wear something sexy. She rummaged in a drawer and found what she was looking for. Lance had bought her a pair of black fishnet stockings and a black lace garter belt. He still insisted on paying her, and he always pretended she was a hooker.

She slipped a pair of sheer French bikini panties over the garter belt and covered her tits with a flimsy lace half-bra that barely covered her massive boobs. They were all gifts from Lance who loved her to dress up.

Dabbing perfume inside her cleavage, she decided to let her long black hair hang free down her back. Lou liked when her hair fanned out over her tits. He thought long hair was sexy.

It was funny how lusty Lou was. God knows, Charlie is much better looking, she thought as she slipped into high heeled mule and a short robe. For the first time she wondered if Charlie was cheating too.

She went back downstairs, into the living room. She opened the blinds and let some sunlight into the room.

This place looks like a dump, she thought a she glanced around. I've got to clean up one of these days.

She hated housework and cooking. But Charlie insisted on a hot cooked meal every night. The thought of Charlie made her shiver. She still loved him and always had him in mind when she fucked another man.

Guilty, guilty, guilty, she thought as she emptied the ashtrays.

When she returned to the room, the front doorbell rang and her pussy throbbed with anticipation. "I'm coming!" she trilled as she dashed to the door.

When she opened the door, her mouth dropped, and she clutched her robe around her tits. "Who are you?" she said.

"I'm Lou's son," the boy said. "He couldn't make it and sent me instead."

She stood back and let him come into the house. That son-of-a-bitch! she thought as she led the boy upstairs. "The color television's up in the bedroom," she said.

She felt the boy's eyes on her ass as she sashayed up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He dropped his tool box and carefully slipped his jacket off.

"The picture keeps fading," she said, knowing the boy would find nothing wrong with the set. Lou had just fixed it last week and it was working perfecting.

The boy said nothing as he began taking tools out of the box.

"So you're Lou's boy," she said. The boy nodded and blushed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. She hadn't bothered to make the bed and now she shoved the blanket around, her pussy aching. "Is it warm out?" she said.

"Yeah," be said, obviously trying not to stare at her tits.

"Do you like helping your dad out?"

He turned to face her and grinned. "Yeah," he said.

That son-of-a-bitch Lou, she thought. It would serve him right if I came on to the kid.

"Why don't you forget about that thing now," she said. She patted the bed, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she had a chance to censor herself. "Come sit down and talk to me. I'm lonesome."

Obviously attempting to avert his eyes, he moved to the bed and sank down next to her. She let her robe open slightly and leaned forward to give him a good look at her cleavage.

Lou, you bastard, she thought. You asked for it. Now I'm going to corrupt your kid.

She placed her hand on his thigh. "Have you got a girlfriend? What the hell is your name, anyway?"

"Joey," he mumbled.

"And?"

"And? Oh, yeah, I've got a girl, kind of." Her eyes burned into his crotch. She was too horny to turn back. There was no doubt that his prick was stirring inside his jeans. If the kid was half the cocksman his father was she'd get a good fucking.

He gazed at her tits and she felt her pussy moisten. She could almost feel his teenage prick between her legs and plunging into her cunt.

"Excuse the way I look," she said, demurely crossing her legs and holding her robe over her thighs. "I wasn't expecting your father this early."

A tiny smile played at the corners of Joey's mouth. She pressed her thigh against his and felt the heat of his strong young body permeate her flesh.

Her voice became husky as her arousal increased. She slipped her arm around his shoulders and rubbed her cheek against him. "You don't mind, do you?" she said.

She rose up then and stood in front of the boy. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her tits forward. Her nipples throbbed inside the lacy cups of her bra.

"You're a good-looking boy, Joey," she purred. "DO you know it?"

The young man's eyes were glued to her cleavage. She felt her cunt overflow with pussy-juice, turning the nylon crotch of her panties into a swamp.

She wondered if the boy could smell her sex. Charlie said he sometimes smelled her when she was horny. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she said.

"Yeah," he said.

"Oh, you're just being polite," she smiled.

"No, I think you're beautiful," he said. "I think you're cute," she said. She leaned over and let her long black hair fall over one shoulder. Her tits strained against her flimsy robe and she deliberately let her thighs show.

"Do you like what you see?" she said. He nodded, his eyes half shut and his lips moist. She cupped her tits and stroked them. "How do these compare with the girls you know?"

She toyed with the outline of her stiff nipples and the young man grinned. "I'd like to see them better," he said boldly.

God help me, she thought.

She dropped to her knees ill front of the boy and unzipped his fly. "I think there's something in here that wants to get out." He breathed as she brought his prick out into the open.

He sucked in his breath as she focused her eyes on his fully stiff cock. "Jesus, Mrs. Dickinson!" he said.

"It looks like it's going to explode," she giggled, touching his cockhead. She wanted to wrap her lips around his juiced-up knob, but forced herself to go slowly.

"As long as I've seen yours, you're entitled to see mine," she puffed.

She opened her robe and let him have a good look at her body. She wiggled her hips and giggled at the expression on the boy's face. He stared at her massive boobs bulging out of the tiny cups of her bra. His gaze darted over her cunt-mound barely covered by her bikini.

"Your father might kill me for this," she said, unclasping her bra and drawing the tiny cups off her melons, "but here goes."

She threw her bra onto the bed and tossed her head so that her tits bounced invitingly in front of his eyes. She stroked her boobs. Her nipples were already stiff with excitement.