"Naked hot wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER ONE

She stood in the middle of the room masturbating.

"Shit, honey, we're going to be late!" Jackie Stanton didn't care. She gazed at her husband and continued to play with her pussy. They were getting dressed to go to a party, and by the time they got home Herb would either be too tanked up or too tired to fuck.

"Let's not go," she said. "Let's stay home and fuck."

He didn't, answer. The brunette didn't expect him to. The party was at the home of his boss, and there was no question about their going. Lately her husband of ten years cared more about work than about her.

It hadn't always been that way. There was a time when he'd been after her all the time. Jackie used her free hand now to play with her tits. She was all ready to go except for her clothes. Her face was carefully made up and her long thick hair was pinned up in a crown of curls, just the way Herb liked it.

She moved across the room and pressed up against him, shoving her cunt against his crotch. He didn't have a hard-on, but even soft he felt nice. He certainly had the equipment. That wasn't the problem. He just didn't want to use it much lately.

"Touch my titties," she purred. "For just a minute. Please!"

He caressed her boobs, rubbing her large pear-shaped tits with the palms of his hands and pinching her long dark nipples. "We're gonna be late. Come on. Finish dressing."

He released her tits and continued dressing. She sighed and went to the closet to choose a dress. Not that it mattered the same people would be there. All company people. There wouldn't even be anyone new to flirt with.

Jackie liked to flirt. She knew men found her pretty and sexy, and she liked to see admiration in their eyes. She'd never cheated on Herb, not once in ten years of marriage. But the thought had crossed her mind lately.

"Oh, by the way, honey, we're going to have house guests."

"What?"

"Yeah, one of the new salesmen with the company is moving to town. He needs a place to stay and old man Ferguson asked me if we'd put them up."

"Them?"

"Yeah, well, mostly Chuck. Chuck Hartwell. His wife will come later with the kid. But they won't be here long."

Seeing the look on her face, he came over to her and put his arms around her. "You don't have to do much for them, honest. I just couldn't say no to old man Ferguson."

"You're sticking me with three extra people and tell me I don't have to do much for them?" she fumed. "How could you do that to me?"

The smile left his face. "I had no choice," he said sternly. "And neither do you. It's your livelihood as well as mine, and don't forget."

Yes, and I'm the one who's got to do all the cooking and cleaning! She thought. Three fucking extra people in the house, and he says it's nothing!

They didn't speak on the drive to the Fergusons', and once there they went their separate ways. She gulped down a daiquiri and immediately began another. Her whole world was falling apart, and she decided to ease the strain with booze. A husband who hardly ever fucked her and a whole damn strange family walking in on her!

"You look as angry as you look pretty," a strange voice drawled.

Jackie looked up to see a tall sandy-haired man smiling down at her. He introduced himself as Lloyd Parish and in no time they were talking and laughing as though they'd known each other for years. By the time Lydia Ferguson served her midnight buffet, Herb had noticed, and was by her side.

"I'll call you," Lloyd whispered later when the party was breaking up.

Her heart pounding, she didn't have an opportunity to tell him not to. She thought about it later. Maybe she didn't want to tell him not to call. Maybe she would go out with him. Maybe she'd even fuck him!

As soon as Jackie and Herb were out of the Ferguson driveway, she pulled his zipper down and began playing with his prick.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed. "And why did you spend so much time with that guy, Parish?"

She fondled his half-hard cock, running her fingers up and down his cockshaft and squeezing his mushroom-shaped knob. "Jealous?" she giggled.

She slid dawn on the seat and moved her head under the steering wheel. Her anger dissipated as she filled her mouth with his cock. He grunted as she ran her tongue over his spongy cockhead and took him all the way in until his big knob nuzzled the back of her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed, but he didn't push her away.

She had sucked plenty of guys off before her marriage, but Herb's prick was still her favorite. When he was interested, he fucked her mouth forcefully, in a way that made her climax just from sucking. When he was interested.

She released his prick from her throat and sucked on just the tip. Closing her lips over the velvet-skinned knob, she suctioned him in until he groaned.

"I'll crack the car up!"

She pulled her mouth off his prick and pressed his throbbing cockshaft against her cheek. She licked his thick veined shaft with the broad surface of her tongue until his whole stiff rod was wet with her saliva. She pressed the oozing slit of his knob against her eyes and nose and lips.

She tightened her fingers around the base of his cockshaft and squeezed out a few drops of cock-cream and licked it off. Rolling it around her tongue, the brunette smiled to herself. Maybe things would work out after all.

Opening her lips wide, she once again engulfed his cock, taking it all the way down her throat. She tightened her lips and bobbed her head up and down, ramming his cock into her gullet.

"Can't you wait until we get home?" he growled, pushing her head away from his crotch.

Sitting up on the seat, Jackie felt herself getting angry again. She was a fool to think maybe things would work out.

She sat on her side of the seat the rest of the drive home. When they arrived at the house he took her in his arms and apologized for being so testy. "Come on, babe," he said. "Get me hard again and we'll fuck."

They went upstairs to their bedroom and Jackie went into the bathroom. She stripped her clothes off and looked in the full-length mirror.

At twenty-eight she was still in pretty good shape. Her tits were big and firm and her belly was just slightly round. Pulling in her stomach, she pushed her tits out, admiring the pear-shaped globes. She had always thought her nipples were too big, but men seemed to love them. They got even bigger when she was turned on, until they were like two small beige cocks, hard and throbbing.

She had a triangle of cunt hair that was so thick and curly it almost hid her cuntlips. If you looked closely you could see her drooping inner cuntlips peeking out of the thicket.

Turning around, she admired her ass in the mirror. Her asscheeks were full and round and she knew they jiggled sexily when she walked. She deliberately walked that way, so that her asscheeks would jiggle. It was part of her now, a habit.

Bending at the waist, she pulled her asscheeks apart and stared at the lewd picture she made. She licked her lips and ran her hands over her assflesh.

Cupping her tits, she pulled at her quivering nipples. She moved a hand down to her crotch and rubbed her cunt. She was soaked, cuntjuice coating her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs.

At last she left the bathroom and, found Herb stretched out on the bed. He had fallen asleep. She stretched out next to him and pulled the blanket off his body. Groaning, he turned over onto his back, his legs spread wide.

She put her hand on his cock, running her fingertips over his ball-bag. Leaning forward, she curled her fingers under the sac and moved around on the bed so that her face was next to his balls.

Opening her mouth, she sucked one of his nuts between her lips. She rolled it around the wet cave of her mouth, sucking gently on the soft egg. She released it and sucked in the other one, rolling it around her saliva-filled mouth.

Herb was half-awake now, and he began moving his hips and bucking his ass at her face. She pressed her face against his prick, feeling him get hard again.

This is crazy, she thought. He's half asleep and I'm doing all the work. I probably won't even get fucked tonight!

She felt his balls tighten up as his cock got harder. She released his nuts and clamped her mouth back down on his cockhead. She gobbled up the thick cylinder of flesh, rocking back and forth and sliding her lips up and down his cockshaft. She took more and more of his prick inside her throat, filling herself with his meat until his knob grazed her tonsils.

Reaching under him, the brunette grabbed him by the asscheeks and pulled his crotch up to her face. She didn't want him blasting off in her mouth, but she couldn't stop sucking either. Once she started, she got so turned-on she got carried away. When he was in a good mood, he would laugh and tell her one day she'd bite it off in a moment of lust. Right now she had her mouth filled with stiff cock and everything else was gone, from her mind.

Working her hungry mouth up and down his cockshaft, she used her tongue on the sensitive underside of his prick. One hand caressing his balls, she sucked insatiably on his fuck-meat.

She sucked harder on his throbbing cock, squeezing his balls and running the ring of her lips up and down the ramrod-stiff hunk of meat. She squeezed his ass and his balls and sucked his prick, and before she knew it he was thrashing around and exploding his jism down her throat.

She automatically sucked his cream into her mouth, drinking it down. She loved the taste and feel of jism. She wanted his fuck-cream pouring down her throat, inundating her mouth. He poured blast after blast of thick rubbery spunk into her mouth and she sucked relentlessly at his spurting cock.

She drew more and more fuck-cream out of his prick, filling her mouth with the delicious liquid. When he was through, he pushed her away from his crotch.

Grabbing his limp prick, she tried to clamp her mouth back over it, but he moved out of her grasp. "Go to sleep," he said. "I'm bushed."

She covered him with the blanket and got up from the bed. She went into the den and closed the blinds. Breathing hard, she sank down on a lounge chair.

The sonofabitch didn't care about her! All he cared about was getting his rocks off! She'd show him. She'd have an affair. That's it. An affair. Lots of women did. She suspected one or two of her friends of fooling around. Well, she would too. She didn't have to put up with this shit. Sure, she'd wanted to suck him off, but he could have let her get him hard again. He could get hard again easily enough, if he wanted to. The selfish sonofabitch!

She put a record on the stereo and stretched out on the sofa. She moved her hands over her body, her tits heaving and bouncing with fury and lust.

Moving her fingers into her cunt mound, she began fondling her hairy outer cuntlips. Deliberately avoiding her clit, she played with her wet slimy thinner lips and thought about her life.

She still loved Herb. That was the problem. At least part of it. If she didn't love him it would be easy enough to solve her problem by cheating, but she was crazy about the guy and she knew he loved her.

They were too young to be living like this. She knew he worked hard, and that he was doing it for both of them, but she'd rather have less money and more loving.

She was a lusty woman with physical needs that weren't being met. She shouldn't have to be here now, caressing her own cuntmeat. She was a married woman, with a husband right down the hall. It wasn't fair!

Her juices flowing, she finally touched her throbbing clit. God, how good it would fed to have a good stiff prick piercing her cuntflesh!

Closing her eyes, she began humping her ass up and down as she rubbed her clit and stroked her tits. She pressed her thighs tightly around her hand, mashing her other hand over her bouncing boobs.

Remembering she had a candle in a drawer nearby, she got up and rummaged around for it. She'd used it for masturbating before, plenty of times. She found the thick half burned wax and lay back down on the sofa, pushing the candle inside her pussy-hole.

God, it felt good! It was a cliche, but it still felt good. Just like her old maid schoolteacher, she thought. No prick to play with so I use a candle!

She slid the candle in and out of her wide open gash, rubbing her cunt and shivering with lust. Moaning softly, the brunette began a slow masturbation of her cunt.

Her cuntjuice flowed and soon her fingers were drenched, with her thick whitish cream. The candle made slurping sounds as she pistoned it in and out of her hungry cunthole.

She continued to use her other hand to tease and play, with her tits. She rubbed and caressed first one stiff nipple and then the other. God, how she wished she could suck her own tits!

Rocking her hips, she imagined she was getting fucked by Lloyd Parish. Yes, that's the one she thought. I'll have an affair with Lloyd Parish. She pretended it was his cock in her cunt now, sliding in and out and teasing her clit.

She held her cuntlips open and fucked the candle in and out of her pussy while she whipped her clit. She felt the first tremors of her orgasm and in a moment waves of hot pleasure were coring through her body.

Moaning and quivering, she bucked her hips and rocked her ass as her entire body spasmed in her first orgasm. She continued masturbating. One wasn't enough. One orgasm only served as an appetizer when she masturbated.

She withdrew the candle and substituted three fingers in her cunt-hole. She fingerfucked her pussy and fucked her cunt. Again, her body spasmed in a gut-wrenching orgasm, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

When her second climax tapered off she slid her fingers out of her gash and began to move them over her come-filled pussy mound. She played with her cuntlips while she thought about Lloyd Parish. She wondered if he'd really call her. She didn't have the nerve to call him. Besides, she knew he was married and she didn't want to start that kind of trouble.

She wondered what his cock was like. She pictured it as being big and thick and she tried to imagine it sliding down her throat.

She pictured other things too, things that Herb wouldn't do with her, like fuck her in the ass. She'd been trying to get him to do it for years, but he wouldn't hear of it. He said it was unsanitary and disgusting.

She moved her free hand under her ass and into her asscrack. She found her little asshole and drilled a finger inside. She moaned with the pleasure of it. Rubbing her cunt, she fingered her shitter as she swayed back and forth on the sofa.

Closing her legs tightly around her hand, she squeezed her thighs together, rubbing her cuntflesh against her wrist.

She opened her legs and jammed three fingers back inside her gaping cunt. She pretended it was a cock and she bucked her ass up at her thrusting digits.

Stretched out on the sofa, her tits jiggling and her fingers fucking her cunt, she came again. She spasmed convulsively, her body quivering and trembling and finally falling still.

When she had recovered from the climax she turned off the stereo and returned to the bedroom.

Carefully getting into bed so as not to awaken Herb, she fell asleep, still thinking about Lloyd Parish.