Donna Allen

Hard up wife

CHAPTER ONE

"You'll be late for work," she said.

Leona Crawford lay on her back on her bed with her legs hooked over her husband's shoulders and her body shaking each time he pumped his cock into her battered pussy.

Fucking at eight o'clock in the morning was a bore. Bob was a sweet guy and she loved him very much, but whenever he got up in the morning with a hard-on, he felt obligated to pulverize her pussy with it.

The truth was that she never got much out of it, morning, noon, or night, not in all the two years of their marriage. Leona had resolved herself to the fact that she was simply one of those women who got nothing out of fucking. She had orgasms, but she always brought them on herself, sometimes in the bathtub, sometimes while sitting on the toilet, and sometimes on the bed when Bob was not at home. She had always enjoyed jerking off, ever since the first time as a child, and she knew that without it she'd probably go crazy. She knew it was important to have some kind of sexual release.

Bob liked to fuck, but Leona thanked God he wasn't in the mood more than once or twice a week. He liked to have her legs over his shoulders, doubling her up like a rag-doll and pounding her cunt until he came. She always felt terribly exposed in that position, with her crotch up in the air, and whenever they did it that way, she always insisted on having the lights out. It was morning now, however, the room was lit by the sun, and she cringed at the total exposure.

"I'm almost there!" Bob groaned.

He was usually very fast, but this time, for some reason, he was lasting much longer. It didn't matter one way or the other – Leona never came when he was fucking her. Certain things about it, though, were pleasant. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her ass and she liked that. It made her think of Bob as a stallion. When she was a young girl she once saw a stallion on a farm – and she never forgot that horse's low-hanging balls. Bob had low-hanging balls, and whenever Leona had the chance to look at them it always turned her on.

She liked looking at men. She liked their bodies. Bob wasn't the only man with whom she'd had sex, but he was the only one she ever loved enough to marry. He was dependable. He was sweet. He usually did what Leona wanted. They never did anything fancy in bed, no sucking or anything like that, and ordinary fucking once or twice a week was at least tolerable. Leona knew other couples did other things, but she didn't care. What other people did was their business.

Leona smiled when she remembered her girlhood. Back home in Dornville, a small town about two hundred miles from Chicago, teenage Leona had been famous as a cock-teaser. None of the boys who had been after her ever knew she wasn't a virgin. She'd spent two summers with an aunt in St. Louis, and each time the distance away from home had made her adventurous enouch to let a boy get his hard prick inside her panties. The first time occurred when she was sixteen and the result was a broken cherry and a bloody mess. The second time happened with another boy a year later, and even if there was no blood, there was a mess anyway – she'd made him pull out and his jism had splattered all over an expensive summer dress.

Leona liked turning men on. She liked driving them wild with her tits and ass and legs, but when it came to fucking she thought it was hardly worth the trouble. She also hated the idea of giving in, of just lying there and having a man stick his prick inside her cunt. The orgasms she gave herself whenever she finger-fucked were always so beautiful, Leona knew she needed no one else for real sexual satisfaction.

A deep groan came out of Bob's throat and he suddenly froze as his cock began spurting inside her cunt. Leona counted three spurts and then a week fourth. She could always tell by the way he gasped each time he shot his jism. When she was younger, she'd more than once had a boy come in her hand, and she liked to watch the jism gush out of a cock-head. She'd never seen Bob come that way and she probably never would. You didn't do with a husband what you did with a Saturday night date at a drive-in movie.

When Bob rolled off her body, Leona grabbed some tissues off the night table and stuffed them into her crotch. Having Bob's copious load of jism run out on the bedsheet would be annoying. Holding the tissues in place with her hand, she slipped off the bed and moved quickly to the bathroom. Bob would relax a few minutes, dozing like a lamb as he recovered his senses, and then he'd get dressed and be off to work. Leona hoped he wouldn't find some reason to dally. She was usually worked up enough from fucking to have a good orgasm alone, but she needed privacy. She always felt nervous doing it when Bob was in the house.

Once the bathroom door was closed, Leona sat down on the toilet to let her husband's jism dribble out of her pussy. Then she carefully wiped herself with toilet paper. There was a long mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door, and since Leona sat facing it she could see her crotch when she opened her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she gazed at her fucked-out cunt. Using the fingers of both hands and spreading her thighs as wide as possible, she pried open her thick cunt-lips to look at the pink-red meat of the inside of her pussy.

She had a large clit. She'd seen pictures in a book once and she knew that hers was larger than average. She wondered if that meant she was more excitable. Holding her breath, she lightly touched her fingertip to the shaft of her clit and rubbed it up and down.

Oh, God, that feels good! she thought. Sometimes she came so hard playing with her clit that she had to piss. Sitting on the toilet while she jerked off was always a good idea.

When she heard the front door of the house slam, Leona heaved a sigh of relief. Bob had left for work. He had a good job as a salesman for an electronics firm, and Leona hoped that some day he'd earn enough money to make it possible for her to quit her job. She worked part-time as a clerk in a hotel and she hated every minute of it. She'd rather have babies. All the women she knew were having babies and that was obviously the thing to do.

The gentle massage of the shaft of her swollen clit now became a more vigorous rubbing. She probed the mouth of her cunt-hole with a fingertip. How wet she was! Her pussy-flower was weeping sticky tears of joy. She scooped some of the juice out of her cunt-hole and smeared it across her clit. A shiver ran through her body as she inadvertently touched the quivering head of her clit. Her bud was always so lusciously sensitive!

Oh, Lord! she thought. She couldn't sit there all day! Her eye feverish, her hands trembling, she picked up the electric toothbrush off the shelf. She switched it on and held the handle against her throbbing clit. The sweet sensation of an orgasm came almost at once, and she cried out and groaned in the midst of her ecstasy.

The first spasm ended and the second began almost at once. She gazed at be image in the mirror. Her tits vibrated like mounds of jelly with each movement of her body. She had heavy, pear-shaped breasts with long dark nipples. Bob was crazy about them. He said they were the ripe tits of a passionate woman. Was she passionate? She wanted to be. As much as she told herself she did not need orgasms while fucking, she knew she'd be happier if she had them. Even if Bob rubbed her off with his hand, it would be better than nothing. Of course, she'd never ask him. She was too inhibited for that. In any case, she suspected that, as sweet as he was, he cared only for his own pleasure when he fucked – and not hers.

These thoughts of Leona concerning her relationship with her husband whirled through her brain at the same time as the surge of sensations produced by the electric toothbrush handle massaging her clit. She was well an the way to a second orgasm when the chimes of the front doorbell suddenly sounded.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" she groaned.

At any other time she would have ignored it, let whoever it was ring and go away, but she was afraid it might be Bob returning to the house for some reason. If he'd misplaced his keys, he'd have no way to get in. Wrapping herself in a robe, Leona hurried to the front door and opened it.

A blonde woman with a willowy body covered by a skimpy halter and shorts stood on the doorstep.

"Hi, I'm Gloria Simpson," the blonde said. "We just moved in next door and we don't have a telephone yet. Could you possibly let me make a call on your phone?"

Still half-dazed from the effects of her session in the bathroom, Leona nodded mutely and opened the door wider to let the woman enter.

From that moment on, Leona's life was never again to be the same.

CHAPTER TWO

The Simpsons moved into the house next door in August. By the end of October, Leona and Gloria were good friends. Gloria was a few years older than Leona, but much more easygoing. Gloria was carefree, uninhibited, and very sensual. Frank Simpson was big and brawny and handsome and obviously virile. Leona often found herself jealous of Gloria's apparently ideal marriage. She greatly admired Gloria's light-hearted attitude toward sex. The two women talked together, shopped together, and borrowed each other's clothes. Their intimacy continued to grow as the months passed.

It was only a matter of time before Leona confided in Gloria about the sexual difficulties in her marriage. Gloria was sympathetic and firm in her ideas.

"A woman ought to enjoy fucking," she said. "If she doesn't, it's usually the man's fault."

Leona felt uncomfortable discussing something so intimate, but she told herself she really needed Gloria's opinion. After all, what were friends for?

"Maybe there's something wrong with me physically," Leona said.

Gloria chuckled. "Like what? You look pretty healthy to me. You don't have trouble lubricating, do you?"

"Lubricating?"

Gloria laughed. "Pussy-juice, honey. Do you get wet when you get turned on?"

Leona blushed. "Of course," she said.

"Then it's probably not physical. In any case, you can ask your gynecologist. God, all this talk about fucking gets me hot! My darling husband is going to have a juicy pussy to suck on tonight!" Gloria was surprised when she saw the effect her words were having on Leona. "Jesus!" Gloria said. "Doesn't Bob every go down on you?"

Leona avoided Gloria's eyes. Her mind reeled with an image of Frank Simpson sucking on Gloria's juicy pussy. She wondered what the Simpsons looked like naked. She wondered if the size of Frank's cock went along with the rest of his body. She wondered what it would be like to have a man's mouth on her dripping cunt. She could feel the juice dribbling out of her pussy to wet the insides of her thighs.

"Bob has never done anything like that," Leona said softly.

Gloria shook her head in disbelief. "Ask him," she said. "Maybe he just needs to be asked. I bet he gets you to blast off to the moon!"

Leona shivered. "I don't think he'd like doing something like that."

Amused, Gloria leaned forward. "Honey, Bob looks like a real man. A real man likes sucking a wet pussy. Believe me, I know!"

Leona decided to give it a try. As nasty as it might seem when she thought about it, the idea of having Bob's mouth on her cunt was exciting. She wondered how many of the women she knew had their pussies regularly sucked by their husbands. Sucked and licked. Licking was important, too. The idea of a warm tongue gently lapping up and down the wet meat of her cunt turned her on. The thought of someone slurping her juices made her shiver. She wondered if Bob had ever done it to another woman. He'd been more experienced than her when they'd married. She tried to picture him sucking a girl's pussy. Was it true that a real man liked doing it?

Leona waited until a Saturday night when she and Bob went out to a movie. Their usual routine was to return home after the movie and fuck. Saturday night was the one night he'd probably be the most receptive to the idea of doing something different in bed.

She dressed carefully in order to be as alluring as possible. She wore a sensuous knit dress and left off her panties. She hardly ever walked around without panties, but she decided this was the appropriate time for it. As they stood on line to buy their tickets at the movie theater, she wondered how many of the other women there had bare pussies under their dresses.

Seated beside Bob in the dark theater, Leona teased him by running her hand along his thigh. She loved the feel of his muscles. She imagined his thick cock dangling in his dark hairy crotch. She pinched and probed his thigh until she had him squirming. She could feel the heat of him. Her nipples tingled and she was conscious of the wetness of her pussy. She prayed her juices wouldn't stain her dress.

She had no idea how she would go about asking Bob to lick her pussy. She had no experience with such things, she'd always been so passive. She hoped that at the proper time she'd know what to do.

The movie was a bore and Leona passed the time thinking about the evening ahead. She imagined Bob's head between her thighs. She realized now how much she'd been missing out on things, pleasures that other women took for granted. It was time to change, time to have a new awakening.

As they left the movie, Leona was amused at the way Bob tried to hide his obvious hard-on. When they were alone inside the car, she playfully teased him about it.

"There's a bone in the basement," she said.

Bob chuckled. "You put it there, honey. Have a feel."

"I will not!" Leona teased. But she pictured his throbbing cock confined in his pants and she finally put her hand on him. He was ready for action, his cock thick and swollen like a fat sausage. She always liked handling his cock because she knew it put him in her power. She kept on feeling around outside his pants, and then finally she unzipped his fly and put her hand inside. She probed trough the opening in his boxer shorts and scooped out his long thick cock. She closed her hand around his rigid cock-shaft and held him without moving, teasing him with her fingers. She knew he wanted to be stroked, but she held him in her fist and kept her hand still.

"You're a naughty boy," she said. "Your pecker is dripping on my hand."

He groaned. She squeezed his cock and heard him gasp. She slipped her hand out to his cock-head and smeared his juice over the velvety knob. His cock-head was fat and deliciously bloated. She could feel the heat of it under her fingertips. Using two fingers, she pulled his foreskin back to completely expose the juicy plum of his prick-tip. Each time they passed a streetlamp, she could see the juice glistening in the slit of his cock-head. She rubbed her thumb over the hole and then around the flared rim of his knob.

There were times during their marriage when she'd thought of taking his cock in her mouth, but she'd never had the nerve to do it.

She knew there were women who did that, and she assumed Bob would like it. Sometimes the urge to do it was intense. The she'd think how nasty it was to suck on a man's piss-hole. She also did not like the idea of giving in, of being completely subservient to his pleasures. It was always good to hold back in order to keep control of things. Her mother had always said that if you gave a man everything, he treated you like a slave.

Leona adored playing with Bob's cock! She loved the feel of his rod when he was hard like this.

"Move your hand!" Bob groaned. "You're teasing!"

She preteneded she did not know how to do it. The pretense was ludicrous, since the one thing she really did know how to do was jerk off a cock. When Bob seemed on the verge of becoming angry, she lightly pumped his cock to calm him down. The knowledge of the power she had over him as she held his throbbing cock in her hand was marvelous. She wanted to get him as turned on as possible, so that he'd do whatever she asked.

Leona's pussy was soaked now, but she no longer cared about wetting her dress. She felt giddy, as if the slightest provocation would make her giggle. She knew she'd be able to get him to do it, she just knew it!

When they arrived home, Leona made Bob relax in the living room. He was obviously anxious to start fucking, but she forced him to calm down.

"Just wait here," she said. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable. Just wait here and be patient."

He was both puzzled and annoyed, but he did as he was told. That was the nice thing about Bob – he usually did what she wanted. Maybe it was the promise in her eyes, or maybe he could smell her pussy-juice and knew how hot she was.

She walked upstairs to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She slipped on one of Bob's old shirts and a pair of slippers. The bottom of the shirt hardly covered her bare ass and she felt positively whorish.

Now in the bathroom, she carefully wiped her pussy and dabbed cologne on the insides of her thighs. She had an intense desire to jerk off, to have at least one orgasm, but she controlled herself. Stepping lively, she returned downstairs to Bob.

She chuckled when she saw the amazed look on his face. "Do you still like my legs?" she asked.

"Christ!" he hissed. "What's come over you?"

On the pretext of fixing something to drink, she walked back and forth in front of him, turning and bending forward to show him the plump cheeks of her ass. She giggled when he whistled.

"Do we have a bone in the basement?"

"You're damn right!" Bob said.

"Bring it out, honey. Show mommy how big your peter is."

Their little game, with Leona playing the role of his mother, was an old one. Her eyes gleaming, she watched him unzip his fly and pull out his swollen cock.

"What the hell are you up to?" he said.

"Don't you like it?"

"I don't know. You're acting kind of crazy, Leona."

"I thought you'd like me to be sexy for a change." She walked over to him and stood between his knees so that his head pressed against her belly. "Don't you like it when I'm sexy?"

His reply was to pass his hands up the backs of her thighs and cup the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed and pinched her resilient flesh until she winced.

"Listen," she said softly, "I'd like to try something new. Are you willing?"

He looked up at her with questioning eyes. "What an you talking about?"

"Lick my pussy, honey," she said. "You've never done that and I think I'd like it. Will you do that for me!"

"Jesus!" he groaned. "Where the hell did you get ideas like that?"

"Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Of course, I want you to be happy."

"Then go down on me. Lick my pussy until I'm happy!" She cupped a hand under his chin and thrust her pelvis forward. When he tried to push his face against her bush of cunt-hair, she laughed and backed away.

"No," she said. "Let me sit on a chair. Let's do it right."

Leona had no clear idea of what was right, but she knew she wanted to be completely open to him. So much had changed! Not too long ago, she'd have rebelled at the idea of totally exposing her crotch in a lighted room. Now she calmly sat down on an easy-chair and lewdly dropped her legs over the arms. Bob gazed transfixed at the pink-red silt of her cunt and its frame of dark curls. Leona shivered with the nastiness of it all. Moving both hands down to her crotch, she pulled open her cunt-lips and offered her cunt to her husband.