Tom Allison

The wife_s hot itch

CHAPTER ONE

While she was still a child, it was apparent that Donna Burling would some day be one of the most fuckable girls in the county. Her face was already gorgeous and her tits had begun to bud. The bone structure of her hips, waist and shoulders promised a mature symmetry that would put starlets and beauty queens to shame.

By the time she turned sixteen, the apparent future had became a mouthwatering reality. Donna was stacked with a capital S. Her tits were huge, firm, creamy-white melons that jiggled when she walked and formed a provocative shelf under the most modest clothes. Donna's legs were long and shapely, and her ass was the tightest and sweetest in town. High-school boys got hard-ons just from watching her walk to class.

Donna longed to give her pussy to these boys as badly as they wanted to fuck her. An extremely high natural libido had developed along with her amply-endowed body. She fantasized stiff, spurting cocks constantly, and finger-fucked her burning cunt to sleep every night. But Donna's parents were unusually strict, and she graduated high school a frustrated virgin.

When she was twenty, Donna's parents finally allowed her to seriously date a young man. The lucky suitor was Roy, a level-headed thirty-four year old with a promising career in accounting. Donna's parents approved of him – Roy obviously wasn't just interested in Donna's body.

Unfortunately, her parents' approval was Donna's disappointment. It maddened her that Roy didn't try to get into her panties, even when they had the privacy to fuck for hours. She craved to stroke and suck his long, stiff prick, to feel the meaty shaft boring into her open cunt.

Soon they were married. On their wedding night, Donna's pussy moistened as she saw her new husband's lean body for the first time. It made her proud that she could give him her own voluptuous figure. But Roy only fucked her once that night, and in subsequent weeks he only fed her his dick every couple of days. Donna was more frustrated than ever. She wanted to fuck three or four times a night.

By the time she was twenty-one, Donna was horny as hell. Roy wanted her to stay at home and be a housewife, so she had all day to rub her pussy and dream about thrusting cocks. It had gotten to the point where the luscious brown-haired wife wanted to give a blow job to every man she saw on the street.

Finally, she decided that things had to change. Donna went to the store that day and blew sixty dollars on a transparent black negligee that barely covered her pussy and showed the fat, crimson nipples of her enormous tits. Another thirty dollars was spent on the best bottle of perfume from the nicest shop in the suburbs.

All evening she pampered her husband, preparing his favorite dinner and doting on him as he watched the tube. When their bedtime rolled around she slipped into the bathroom, put on the negligee and combed her lustrous, long brown hair until it shone. Then she padded barefoot into the bedroom, with her cunt throbbing and dripping with her need to get fucked.

"Surprise, darling," she purred.