Donna Allen
Ever horny wife

CHAPTER ONE

When they were only blocks from the house, Melanie Hunt knew her husband wanted to fuck her. That knowledge had two effects on the young wife. She was horny enough to fuck. It had been days since Barry's big cock had pushed inside her cunt. Even now she lubricated just thinking about getting her rocks off.

On the other hand she was annoyed at Barry. So while she was horny, even frustrated, fucking Barry held little appeal for her.

Maybe it was inevitable, but she was tired of Barry taking her for granted. Everything had to be his way. They fucked when he was in the mood. She could be throbbing with need, but if he didn't want to fuck they wouldn't fuck.

He thinks just because he's a man he can call all the shots, she thought. Anytime he wants it, he makes a grab for my pussy.

The worst part was society was on his side. Even with all the noise the libbers made, it was still a man's world.

Stop acting like a spoiled brat, she told herself. Barry's a good husband. He makes a nice living. The money you make from the job you get will be yours to buy whatever you please. If Barry wants to stick it to you, what the hell. You're horny enough. Lie back and enjoy it.

She began to get excited as they sped down the freeway. She linked her arm with his and crossed and uncrossed her long legs.

Sometimes she pictured the way Barry's cock looked as it slipped into her hot hairy pussy. Just thinking about it made her hotter.

Part of her dissatisfaction stemmed from the party they just left. As usual there was a lot of drinking and a lot of fooling around. People loosened up so when they boozed up.

She'd seen a couple in an upstairs bedroom. The woman's skirt was up to her waist and the guy was sucking her cunt. During the day he was a lawyer and the woman was a friend of Melanie's who had two children and a hardworking husband.

She caught another couple out on the patio. The woman's skirt was up and they were kissing. It was obvious his cock was out and he was rubbing it against the woman's belly. The man was one of Barry's best friends and the woman was a first grade teacher at the local school.

The hypocrisy disgusted her. Most of those people pretended to live proper lives. Yet it was clear if they weren't fucking around, they wanted to. Hypocrites, all of them.

Now Barry moved his hand up her thigh.

"The minute we get in the house we're going to fuck," he said.

"That's okay with me." She squeezed his arm and spread her legs. "I'm sure in the mood."

What she didn't say was that she was in the mood, but not for him. She was in the mood for some strange man who would make wild love to her. Someone who didn't belch after dinner. Someone who didn't fart at regular intervals and frequently fail to shower for days on end. Someone like Walter Philips.

Don't think about him again, she told herself, clutching Barry's arm. You're becoming obsessed with the man.

True to his word, the moment they entered the house Barry led her into the living room. Without pulling the shades he unzipped his fly.

His cock was half-hard. The way he was acting you'd have thought he had a good hard-on in there. The room was dark and she didn't care if someone was watching. It was sort of exciting to worm her fingers inside his shorts and feel for his balls.

"My cock," Barry said, guiding her fingers over his prick. "Pump it."

She squeezed his still-rubbery cockmeat. She pumped it a few times and felt his cockhead swell up.

After a few minutes of pumping, she released his prick. It uncoiled, blood pounding into his cockshaft. It was almost totally stiff. Just the way she liked it.

He grunted when she wrapped her fingers around his fucker and moved the skin up and down. He dropped down into a chair and made her fall to her knees before him.

Melanie tried to concentrate on the feelings in her pussy. She was very wet and hot and her nipples tingled. Barry's prick swelled up and stiffened until it felt like a slab of steel.

"Pump it," he said.

She worked her fingers up and down his seven-incher. The loose outer skin pulled taut over his prick. His cockhead swelled up now, purple and mushroom-shaped and gushing thick white cream.

"Get your mouth on it," he said.

She loved sucking cock, but she hesitated. They always did what he wanted. Just once she'd like to direct the sex action.

But she knew arguing would do no good. Barry didn't understand why she bitched about their sex life. He fucked her a couple of times a week. What more could a woman want?

Sometimes she pretended she was fucking a stranger. Someone exciting and mysterious. An affair was so much more exciting than marriage.

Barry's cock touched her face now. She rubbed the tip against her cheek and took it into her mouth.

Bored or not, she loved having a prick in her mouth. Even as a teenager she loved blowing. In the early days of their marriage she sometimes came when she sucked Barry's cock. "Keep sucking," he said now.

He leaned back in the chair and her resentment increased. He was comfortable and relaxed while she did all the work. As usual. She lowered her eyes when he gazed down at her.

Barry felt good. He was proud of her looks and liked the way men looked at her. It turned him on to know other men wanted to fuck her. Every time they went to a party he came home hot. Just seeing her lips stretched wide around his cock was enough to make him come.

What a body. Her ass was thrust out now as she sucked him. Her skirt was tight and it rode up to the top of her thighs. Her skin was smooth and soft as velvet. Her tits were big and round and fully packed with bite-size nipples.

He couldn't resist reaching down and pulling her skirt up to her waist. Her bikinis left nothing to the imagination.

Her tits spilled out of the top of her dress and nudged his legs. She slid the ring of her lips halfway down his cockshaft. The woman gave a hell of a blow-job.

Melanie thought hard as she sucked him. She didn't want him to come in her mouth because she wanted to get laid. There was a fine line to be drawn when you sucked cock. If you sucked too expertly the guy usually came. And if the guy was Barry you usually went to sleep horny. Yet if she didn't do a good job, he let her know it. There was no winning sometimes. She bobbed her head up and down on his upthrust prick. No winning at all.

"Play with my balls," he said.

Melanie managed to tide her annoyance. Everything was for him. So far he hadn't touched her, except for a brief swipe on her ass.

But to avoid an argument she worked her fingers inside his fly and fingered his nuts. He grunted and patted her head.

At this point Barry wanted to shoot off. His cock ached to come and fill Melanie's mouth with jism. But then she'd bitch about not getting laid. He decided to hold off making a decision for a while.

"Oh, fuck!" he growled. The decision was no longer his to make. He was coming and his cock was jerking and bucking and spewing.

Hot jets of jizz shot into Melanie's mouth. His orgasm had taken her by surprise and now she was choking and coughing as she struggled to swallow every drop of his load.

She moaned around his gushing cockhead as she rubbed her tits against his legs. A gob of spunk dribbled out of her mouth and wet her chin.

Damn! He'd never fuck her now. Or if he did, it would take her hours to get his cock hard again.

When he was through coming, Melanie pulled her mouth off his prick and sat back on her haunches. She was aware of the come dripping down her chin, but she left it there.

"Good sucking, hon," he said, rising up and striding from the room. "Let's go to bed. I'll take care of you in bed."

A spark of resentment flared inside the horny young wife. I'll take care of you. His way of taking care of her was to touch her clit for a minute and roll over and go to sleep. Some taking care of.

In any event, the idea of a nice neat fuck in their bed bored her. She thought about the couples at the party. Men liked her. Lots of men came on to her. It would serve Barry right if she took a lover. Not only would it serve him right, it would give her a lift she needed badly. Walter Philips' face flashed before her eyes. No, she thought firmly. He knows I'm married and he's too much of a gentleman to hit on a married woman.

Marriage. What a lot of bullshit they gave girls about marriage. It was supposed to be what every woman needed. In truth it was boring and dull. Sex was much more exciting when it took place between two single people.

Marriage. After two years she no longer felt much passion for Barry. Strange cock was what she craved. Strange cock and a slick tireless tongue.

As she undressed for bed she remembered the good times. During the early days of their marriage they stayed in bed most of the time. They fucked until they were exhausted and then they lay in each other's arms and touched and kissed.

That time didn't last long, and now they had the rest of their lives to be bored and restless. At least she did. She didn't know if Barry was bored or not and she didn't much care. At least he got what he wanted from her. She was the one who usually went to sleep dissatisfied.

She still loved him, but what was love without sexual excitement? It was true Barry could be witty when he was in the mood. And he loved her. She could depend on that. But there was a nagging feeling inside her that something was missing. She desperately needed to find out what that something was.

Every time they returned home from a party Barry was turned-on. She wondered if some time during the evening he'd been alone in an upstairs bedroom with one of her friends. The thought didn't disturb her. It excited her.

When she was naked, she lay down on the bed and switched on the radio. Barry was in the bathroom. She opened her legs and wondered how he was going to take care of her.

She touched her jaw. She wasn't in the mood to suck him again. She predicted he'd used his fingers. Fingers were okay if you were a thirteen-year-old with hot pants. A married woman deserved better.

The window was open and the cool breeze wafted over her crotch. She closed her eyes and pretended she was about to be joined by a stranger. Someone whose physical appearance was different than Barry's. Someone slim and quiet, the opposite of Barry's muscular aggressiveness.

She was taking a typing course at the local community college. Her teacher was a quiet slim man by the name of Walter Philips. She found herself wondering again and again what kind of lover he was. He looked gentle and tender.

But she was sure he had a big cock. There was no mistaking when a man had a big prick. When Mr. Philips sat down behind his desk, she saw him unobtrusively shift his cock to the side of one leg.

Her course would be over in a few weeks and she would be ready to go out and find a part-time job. Maybe then she'd be able to settle down and not be so restless. Or maybe she'd be tempted to have an affair. Staying home, she had settled into a routine of housework and shopping with girlfriends. Working even part-time would present her with limitless opportunities to meet men.

She was still wondering what Walter Philips was like in bed when Barry walked into the room. He was naked and surprisingly his cock wasn't totally limp.

As he moved toward the bed his cock swayed between his powerful thighs. He smiled when he saw Melanie stretched out on the bed.

He lay down next to her and reached for a cigarette. He inhaled deeply while she lay perfectly still with her legs spread wide. She had a tiny smile on her face. He wondered if he could get away with a hand-job tonight.

He gazed at her fondly. She was a hell of a good looking woman. Fucking her wasn't as good as it once had been, but what the hell, they'd been together too long to expect fireworks.

He'd never been faithful to Melanie, but she need never know it. Everyone knew guys needed more sex than women. Still, Melanie was a horny dish. More demanding than most women.

He didn't want her to find out about his women. Hell, he loved her. But a man needs variety. Can't eat chicken every Sunday and still enjoy it.

Still, occasionally he sensed that Melanie was less than totally happy. If she was unhappy it wasn't his fault. He paid for her typing course when she told him she wanted to get a job. He didn't mind if she wanted to get some dumb job and he'd even let her keep any money she made.

Tonight I'll give her a good fuck, he thought. Maybe I've been neglecting her lately. No need to let her think she's just a hole to fill when I'm in the mood.

He finished his cigarette and rolled onto his side to face her. His cock touched her side and she opened her eyes.

She tried to hide her disappointment. She'd been thinking about Walter Philips. She smiled at Barry as he touched her hair. She felt her cunt dry up despite her horniness.

Just thinking about her typing teacher made her pussy bubble and steam. Now that she was faced with Barry and his predictable cock she almost lost the urge to get laid.

Barry leaned over and casually shoved a finger into her cunt. He didn't seem to notice that she'd dried up. There was still enough lubrication in there to fool him. Or maybe he didn't care if she was wet or dry. He just wanted to get it over with.

He fingered her pussy for a few minutes. As usual she responded. Her cunt clutched his finger on the in-stroke.

She was sorry to see her typing course end. She would not only miss seeing her teacher, she would be faced with going out and getting a job. She didn't relish job-hunting. But it had been her idea and now she'd have to follow through on it.

Her eyes closed, she thought about Walter Philips. Soon her cunt was wet again. Barry thought she was responding to his finger. He moved his thumb over her clit and decided to use his hand to bring her off.

He had no idea his wife was fantasizing about another man's prick. She kept her eyes tightly closed when he added a second finger to her pussy. Instead of the strange cock she craved she had Barry's fingers.

Her body responded to his caresses. But she wanted more. She reached for his prick.

"Fuck me," she said.

With a groan, he climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her cunt. A thrill of pleasure surged through her. She kept her eyes closed and pretended it was Walter Philips on top of her grinding his pubic bone onto her clit.

She jerked her ass and hips. Barry held her ass and guided her movements. She wrapped her legs around his back and used her cunt-muscles to squeeze his prick.

She needed time, but she knew he would come any minute.

"Kiss my tits," she sighed. In the old days he loved sucking her big, pink-tipped tits.

"Come on!" he rasped.

She came, but it was far from satisfactory. Her cunt automatically clutched Barry's cock, but his harsh words turned her ecstasy to shit.