Donna Allen
Naughty nympho wife

CHAPTER ONE

She was alone at this party. Candice hated being alone at a party. She told herself it was Martin's fault. Martin was her husband and he was to be here with her. Instead he was out of town on one of his business trips. She was a married woman and she ought to be with her husband at a party like this.

She felt lonely. She knew some people here but most of them were single and more carefree than she was. Nearly all the people at the party seemed to be having a good time except her. You're depressed, she thought. Was she depressed? Not in general, no. But maybe she was depressed about her life. She was twenty-eight and she wasn't that satisfied with things. She thought a woman of twenty-eight ought to feel better about her life than she did.

What did she have to feel blue about? It certainly wasn't her looks. She could tell by the way men looked at her what they thought about her. And Martin, too. She had what men liked. The right curves, the height, nice legs, a firm little ass that showed up well in a tight dress. Martin said she had the face of an angel and the body of a whore. Or at least he'd said it a thousand years ago when they got married. These days he hardly looked at her body, let alone talk about it. He was too wrapped up in his career in that rotten job he had that took him all over the country. Someone ought to put up a billboard telling women never to marry a national sales manager. Don't marry anyone who does a lot of traveling. What happens, is you wind up at parties without your husband.

She had a good job of her own. She managed a busy art gallery in the center of town and she liked the work. Many of the artists were crazy and some of the buyers were snobs, but all things considered she liked the business and she liked her job.

The other women at the party all seemed to be enjoying themselves. They seemed relaxed, laughing quietly at someone's jokes, sipping their drinks. Candice thought the women looked chic. She was sorry she hadn't worn something more daring. Maybe what she needed was to be less conventional. Was she that conventional? You're getting drunk, she thought. She was on her third vodka highball and she was starting to feel them.

It occurred to her that maybe it was better to be single. She guessed most of the girls and women at this party were single. They looked it, anyway. And the men, too. She thought most of them looked like single people on the make. One girl across the ram sat on the floor with a great deal of thigh showing. Bare white thighs above the tops of her black net stockings, one of the straps of her garterbelt clearly visible to anyone who bothered to look. Candice never wore stockings like that. She didn't even own a garterbelt. She had black net pantyhose, but she hadn't worn them tonight. She had on her ordinary beige pantyhose and now she wished she'd worn the black net. She could show them what a knockout pair of legs looked like. She had a pair of black pumps with four inch stiletto heels that she hardly ever wore because she thought they made her look too much like a tramp.

But women were wearing shoes like that now. Martin certainly liked them. The last time she'd worn those shoes they'd gone out to dinner and then at home he'd made her walk around with nothing on but the shoes and a string of pearls. She'd felt so self-conscious doing that. But then they laughed together about it and afterward Martin fucked her silly on the living room rug.

I ought to have worn the shoes tonight, she thought. Just to have the men here look at her that way. Just to make her feel better.

"Well, well," a man's voice said, "if it isn't the queen of the empire, Candice Leonard. My heart-throb, my one and only love."

Candice sighed. "I heard you'd be here. If you don't keep your voice down, I'm disowning you."

His name was Al Gorman. He was a painter and the gallery where she worked made a great deal of money selling his paintings. He had thick dark hair and dark eyes and for the past year he'd been making passes at Candice every time he came to the gallery. She always fended him off. In the gallery it was easy. Here at this party she thought maybe it wouldn't be so easy. She hated scenes and she did not want a scene at this party with Al Gorman.

"Can I sit down?"

She nodded. There was room beside her. She couldn't tell him not to sit down.

"Candice, you hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"Then come to bed with me. We'll find a bed somewhere and try to break it."

"Oh Al. You know I'm married."

"Where's your husband?"

"He's not here. He's out of town this week."

"Then now's our chance. I'm going to bring bliss into your eyes."

And that's how it went. She had to joke with him about it. He was always so insistent. He was saying the same things to her now that he said in the gallery. But somehow this was different. She felt him sitting so close to her. She could smell him, a mix of aftershave and tobacco. He was certainly masculine, certainly attractive with those dark eyes and brawny arms.

He flirted with her. He teased her about Martin leaving her alone. She said she wasn't a child and she could be left alone without being gobbled up by the wolves.

"I'd sure like to gobble you," Al said, dropping his voice and gazing into her eyes. "I'll make a feast out of you."

She blushed. She looked around to see if any of the others were noticing them, but everyone had their own thing going. At first she tried to turn Al off, but then she eased up on him and just went along with it. She did know him. She did like him. When he put his arm around her shoulders and nuzzled her ear, she let him do it. It was nice to have her ego stroked. She enjoyed it. Martin hardly paid any attention to her any more and now it was nice to have a man's attention again. Yes, it was certainly nice.

Then someone turned down the lights in the room. Not completely off, but down enough so that suddenly the people who had paired off had more privacy. They had soft rock on the stereo, mellow music that made Candice feel both sad and elated at the same time. She needed someone. When Al kissed her, she resisted at first. But then she yielded and gently kissed him back. Don't think of Martin, she thought. She liked the taste of Al's mouth. They had never kissed before and she discovered she liked it.

The kiss ended. She relaxed in his arms and they listened to the music. Then he kissed her again and this time there was more of an urgency in it. She accepted his tongue. She moaned against his mouth when he put his hand on her tits.

His hand felt so good. He was a lover. She could tell by the way he fondled her tits that he was a man who knew how to fuck a woman. She had a sudden bout of guilt. She felt sorry for Martin. This was the first time since her marriage that she'd done anything like this. Necking at a party with another man. It seemed so crazy.

Her mouth remained glued to Al's while he stroked her tits. She opened some of the buttons of his shirt and she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. He had more hair on his chest than Martin. She liked hairy men. On the chest and down on the belly and then around the cock and balls. Al had such thick hair on his chest and she guessed he'd have a lot of it down there where she liked it. You're flaking out, she thought. No, she wasn't flaking out, she was just so damn hot she was trembling.

He continued kissing her. His fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse, and then his hand was inside to fondle her tits through her lightweight bra. He scooped one of her tits out to get at her nipple. She was turned on. She quivered with excitement. Her tits were always so sensitive and she loved the way his fingers rolled and pulled at her nipple.

She heard a woman moaning somewhere. When Al broke the kiss, Candice turned her head and looked across the room. Despite the dim light, she could still make out what was going on. The girl she'd been looking at before, the one with the net stockings, was on the rug with a man's head between her legs.

"Oh God," Candice whispered to Al.

He chuckled. "Turn you on?"

"I didn't think the party would be like this!"

"What's the difference? People do what they want these days. As long as it doesn't harm anyone, what's the difference. I'd like to boff you just like that. I bet you taste as good as an ice cream sundae!"

"Oh Al."

He chuckled again. He had her bra loose now, her tits naked in his hands. He whispered in her ear, told her he liked the hang of her tits, the weight of them. He said he'd like to paint her nude, maybe the lower part of her body draped in a towel, her shoulders forward to show the weight of her tits.

"I like it when they hang a little," he said. "Come on, let's find a bed somewhere."

"No, we can't. Listen, Al, we can't. We really [missing text]."

He paid no attention to her. He leaned down and took one of her nipples between his teeth. He held her tit in his hand and sucked on her nipple. She moaned. It felt so good. Yes, she would go to bed with him. She knew she would. She would do anything he wanted. As he sucked her tits, she slipped her hand into his lap and searched around for his cock. A quiver went through her when she found it. Al Gorman's cock. It seemed so crazy to have her hand on Al Gorman's cock!

She was turned on. She squeezed his prick through his pants, feeling the hardness of it, his knob, the length of his cock-shaft. She could tell he had a big prick. She liked big ones, big thick cocks. She liked them circumcised, his cock-knob clean and shaped like a helmet, his piss-hole leaking fuck-juice when they were hot. But of course they were all nice, cut or uncut. Men thought too much about cocks. For a woman it was enough for a cock to be hard and thick enough to stretch her cunt-hole. In any case she had Al Gorman's cock twitching in his pants and it felt lovely.

She finally agreed to go with him to a bedroom. It was either that or have him force her to do something right there in front of everyone. She wasn't that brave. She wasn't like that girl in the net stockings. Candice saw that the girl was getting fucked now. The guy who'd been eating her now had his body between her legs. The others were watching, grooving on it as they sipped their drinks and fondled each other. Candice was annoyed that no one had warned her the party would be this wild. But she couldn't do anything about it now. Al was pulling her out of the room and she was as hot as he was to find a bed. She needed fucking and Martin was a thousand miles away.

Al found an empty bedroom, led Candice inside and closed the door. She was thankful he left the lights off. She felt too guilty to have the lights on while they were fucking.

In a moment they were on the bed together. They kissed again, a hungry wet kiss that brought a moan to her throat. Al's hand moved between her legs for the first time. He stroked her thighs through her pantyhose, and then her pussy. His fingers danced over the nylon covering her cunt-flesh. He tried peeling her pantyhose down and he had some trouble. She had to help him. She raised her ass so he could strip her pantyhose and panties down and off her feet.

"The unveiling," he said with a chuckle. "Candice unveiled!"

Even in the dark, she was embarrassed. She knew how wet she was. Her fuck-juices always flowed heavily when she was turned on and she knew what he would find down there. She groaned as his fingers touched her. He worked his fingertips through her sopping cunt.

"Like Niagara Falls," he said.

"I shouldn't be doing this."

"Never mind that crap. Go on, take my cock out. Unzip my fly and take it out."

Yes, she did want to. As he stroked her pussy, she unzipped his fly, fished inside for his cock and brought it out. His cock snapped to attention when it came out. She fingered his cockhead and found that he was uncircumcised. She liked the other kind better but this was a nice one. She rolled his foreskin back and forth over his cock-knob.

He licked her ear. "Nice?"

"You're big."

"Yeah, I'm big. Big fat salami for this wet pussy. I bet you like them big."

She said nothing. She was excited. She loved the feel of his hot cock beneath her fingers.

"I want to eat you," he said. "I can't let all this fuck-juice go to waste. Do you like having your pussy sucked? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like ft." She was sure he was teasing her. How could a woman pot like it? She always came like crazy when Martin went down on her.

Al slipped away from her. The room was dark but she could see him moving around. He peeled his pants and shorts off. Then he was on the bed again with his head between her legs. She groaned as he pushed her knees back. She groaned again when he clamped his mouth over her cunt.

She was sorry now she couldn't see him. She wanted to see what he looked like naked. He had a strong body and she guessed he would look very masculine because of all the hair.

His tongue felt so marvelous. He licked up and down, pushing between her cunt-lips, sucking at her fuck-juices. Niagara Falls, he called it. Well, if he was thirsty he would get enough of it. She wanted to scream with happiness each time his tongue rasped against her clit. She never had any trouble coming when she had her pussy eaten. She could feel it working now, the pleasure building, that tingling feeling and then the beginning of the rush. She pumped her ass as she came. Al kept her knees pushed back, but she pumped her ass as she went off.

Finally he came up for air. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and leaned over her to kiss her. "I sure got a mouthful."

She quivered. "I get very wet. I'm sorry."

He chuckled in her ear. "I like it. You get wet and I get hard. That's a good match, isn't it?"

She pulled away from him and twisted her body around to get her head on his belly. Al sighed as he lay flat on the bed. She ran her fingers around his crotch, over his belly and thighs and then close to his cock. Yes, he was hairy. All that curled hair down there. And she could smell him. She had the male smell of him in her nose. She moved her face closer to his cock and balls and sniffed at them. She loved the smell of a man's crotch. Martin never knew how much she loved it. Just smelling Martin's balls always made her crazy with lust.

Extending her tongue, she started licking around the thick base of Al's cock. His cock was on its side. She moved it with her fingers so that it lay straight up along his belly. This exposed the underside of his cock and now she licked it up and down. At the same time she ran her fingertips over his hairy ball-bag. She felt the big balls in there. She felt each egg with her fingers. She lifted the whole bag in her hand and rolled his balls around.

"Christ, get your mouth on it!" he said.

She giggled quietly and finally took his cock knob between her lips. Men were always so anxious to get sucked. She could feel Al's cock throbbing in her mouth. The heat of it was lovely, the heat and the taste and the smell of his balls. She took more and more of his cock in her mouth, all the way down until she had most of it inside. Then she pulled back slowly, pulling at his cock-skin with her lips, pulling his foreskin over the rim of his cock-head.

She was turned on by his cock. It felt good in her mouth. Big and fat, the skin so soft, almost like silk, and yet underneath was the hard muscle to ream out a cunt-hole. She'd been crazy about cocks ever since the first time she touched one. Crazy about touching them and crazy about sucking them.

She played with his balls again, lifting the sac, rolling the eggs with her fingers. She was on her knees now, her head bent over his crotch, her mouth moving slowly up and down the hard shaft of his prick. She loved the taste and feel of his hot cock-flesh. She didn't care if he came. She would take his jism. She liked to hold Martin's balls when he came in her mouth. Poor Martin. She felt so guilty about kneeling there on a bed with another man's cock in her mouth. Her saliva flowed freely over Al's cock-knob and cock-shaft and down to his balls. What a nice cock he had. She kept his foreskin pulled all the way down as she rolled her tongue over his big cock-head, around the rim and over his piss-hole.

He made her stop. "You keep doing that and I'll shoot off!" he said. He made her lie down on her back and then he climbed between her legs and used his arms to get her knees back to her tits. She moaned as she felt his cock-knob pushing at her cunt, nuzzling around to find her cunt-hole. And then finally his cock was inside, his cock-head and then his cock-shaft, his big cock stretching the mouth of her cunt-hole as she moaned and rocked her knees.

His head came down and he chuckled in her ear. "You're a hot piece of ass. The first time I saw you, I knew you were a hot piece of ass!"

She quivered under him. "Fuck me. Stop talking and fuck me!"

He laughed and swung her legs over his shoulders. Now when he pushed her knees back to her tits as she was wide open to him. He started fucking her, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt, the bed shaking each time he pounded her.

They were still half-dressed. She thought it was crazy to be fucking with clothes on like a pair of kids at a party or in the back of a car.

But she liked it. The fucking had an excitement that was never there when she did it with Martin.

She humped her ass at Al's plunging cock. God, how hot she was. She loved the way he pounded her. She loved the feel of his big cock sliding in and out of her stretched cunt-hole. All she cared about now was the fucking. There was no guilt anymore. This was the first time she'd fucked another man since her marriage to Martin, but now she felt no guilt about it. Maybe tomorrow she'd feel guilty as hell. Yes, she would, she knew herself. Tomorrow she'd feel guilty. She'd feel so terrible about fucking Al Gorman.

He was such a good fuck, so strong and forceful, his balls slapping against her asshole each time his cock rammed her cunt. One of her girlfriends had once joked that a woman never knew what a man was like until she had his balls tapping against her asshole. Al's big hairy balls felt so good down there. She rolled her ass on the mattress, fucking her cunt on his sliding cock.

Then suddenly she felt his hand on her ass, his fingertip pushing at her asshole. She groaned and tried to push his hand away. "Don't do that."

It was too late. He had his finger inside. She guessed he'd used her cunt-juice to lubricate it. His finger slid all the way inside her ass and it felt marvelous. She was embarrassed by the idea that he had his finger up her ass, but she loved the feel of it.

Then she came. She rocked her knees and grabbed at his arms and moaned as the orgasm blew its way through her cunt. She was so hot and the climax was so good. She held on as he continued fucking her. She pumped her cunt at him and she came again and at the end of this one she suddenly felt the wet down there and she understood she'd pissed all over him.

Al laughed when he realized what had happened. "That's great," he said. "It's great that you can come like that!"

She was mortified. She moaned as she squirmed around under his plunging cock. Then at last he came, grunting and snorting as the jism boiled out of his balls to fill her cunt. She felt so wide open, so totally female as he dumped his come in her fuck-hole.

"I pity whoever sleeps in this bed," he said, grunting as he rolled off to the side.

Candice shuddered. Then she giggled as she cuddled against him.