"Damn it, this makes the third time this week you've gone out," Roy said huffily. "Don't you have any time to spend with your husband anymore?"
He stood at the bedroom door, glowering at Donna as she applied her make-up. Donna ignored him with ease. Several months had passed, and she'd become much more casual about giving her pussy to other men. She'd just told Roy that she was going to a card party with her sister. He guessed she was lying, and she didn't care.
"I asked you a question, Donna. It's getting so I can hardly remember what you look like."
"That's your problem," Donna replied coolly.
"My problem, huh? And I guess it's my problem that my wife puts on a hooker dress to out with a bunch of chicks. Shit, your tits and ass are practically hanging out of that thing. Since when do you have to dress up like a ten-dollar whore to go to a card party?"
"I happen to like this dress."
Donna rose from the make-up bureau and walked impassively past her husband into the hall. The cleavage of her ample tits jiggled spongily, and she could feel the hem of the dress swishing against the tops of her thighs. Just wearing it turned her on. She couldn't wait to meet Mike at the motel room and feel his big dick churning deep inside her cunt.
"You know I'm really beginning to think you're fucking around on me." Roy followed her down the stairs to the front door, watching her face for a reaction. "Yeah. I'll bet you haven't been going out with your sister at all. Shit, you never went out this much before. I'm beginning to think you're out on the town humping your brains out with some stud."
Donna sashayed out the front door to the garage across the front lawn. Roy stood on the porch and yelled at her menacingly.
"You just better get your ass back here by eleven o'clock, honey! I mean it – you remember who's the boss around here! Or I'm gonna start making some phone calls and find out what's really going on!"
Donna giggled and kept walking. Mike was a pick-up she'd made at a downtown bar a few afternoons ago, a big, brawny, forty-year-old stud with a huge cock that had made her pussy come four times the first time they'd fucked. Donna knew he was waiting at the motel right now, and she couldn't wait to meet him. Her cunt had been throbbing in anticipation all day.
It was number 11-C of the Shady Grove Motel, the last in a line of small, cheap cottages secreted beneath a wind bank of eucalyptus trees on the far edge of town. Donna turned the key and entered the room. The first thing she saw was Mike naked on the sagging bed, stroking the stiff shaft of his throbbing cock.
"My, my, lover boy really is horny tonight," Donna chuckled. "I guess you couldn't wait."
"You bitch." Mike rose from the bed and strode towards her, with his pulsing, cum oozing prick leading the way. "What kept you so long?"
Donna was about to answer, but Mike cut off her words by falling to his knees before her on the motel room's stained shag rug. His fingers clasped the rounded cheeks of her ass. Obscenely he began to rub his face all over her pussy area through the dress, licking at the fabric as if he wanted her clothes more than he wanted to fuck her.
"Michael!" Donna protested playfully. "Don't do that! You know my husband's waiting for me! You'll get me all messed up!"
"I want to eat you," Mike groaned. "I want to suck the juice out of your cunt."
His rock-hard dick pulsed against her ankle. Mike thrust his head under her dress, stretching the cloth as he glued his mouth to the crotch of her panties. Feverishly he licked the sheer cotton, moaning as he felt her pussy curls brushing his cheeks.
"Mike, you stop that! You're making my panties all wet! What if my husband sees them?"
But Mike didn't listen to her, and Donna was rapidly becoming too horny to care. Shuddering, she stood still and shut her eyes as her lover ravaged her panties with his mouth, chewing and biting them and finally pushing the crotch out of the way with his nose so he could reach the pouting, curly-haired slit of her cunt.
His tongue thrust into her swollen pussy cleft, tasting the fuck juices that oozed profusely from her slit. Mike groaned louder as he savored the unmistakable aroma of ripe, horny cunt. He squeezed her asscheeks as he licked her pussy, stretching the panties further.
"Take them off," Donna pleaded. "Oh Mike, I want you to suck my cunt now, I really do!"
Almost reluctantly, Mike pulled her panties down her long tapering legs and allowed Donna to step out of them. By this time they were stretched and dripping with his saliva and the wetness of her cunt, but Donna figured she'd worry about them later. Mike pushed his head back under her dress and again glued his lips to the hairy lips of her snatch.
One hand slid from the shivering cheeks of her ass, gliding up her thighs and touching the mushy heat of her pussy. Mike thrust first one, then two fingers into her gushing cunt and began to jack her off as he sucked her, sliding his tongue closer and closer to the swollen bud of her clit.
"Unggggghhhhh," Donna grunted. She bit her lip as the passion mounted, as she felt the burning ecstasy shooting deep inside her cunt. "Do it, Michael!" Grabbing the back of his head, she started pumping her ass in the wanton rhythms of fucking, humping her hairy cunt mound all over his face.
"It tastes so good," Mike sighed. "I swear, you've got the sweetest pussy I've ever sucked!"
"Suck it harder!" Donna gasped. Her cheeks flushed as she drew closer and closer to coming. "Ungghh! Get it, Mike, oh shit, you're making my cunt so hot! Nnnggg God, oh fuck it, make my pussy come!"
The obscenities burbled mindlessly from her lips as Mike continued to lap and suck and kiss her oozing pussy. Finally he wrapped his lips directly around her clit and sucked it hard, making Donna grunt and buck as if she'd been shot.
"Harder, Mike! Unhh, unhh, yessss."
His left hand pushed between her asscheeks, searching for her asshole. He found the pink, puckered ring, already throbbing with her arousal. Mike jammed a finger deep inside her rubbery asshole tunnel and jacked off her cunt and ass at the same time.
"Coming!" Donna hissed. "Awwwwwwww Michael! Suck it now, oh yes, oh fuck, cooommmiiinnng!"
The wet heat poured through her already drenched fuck hole, until her cunt and inner thighs were dripping with juice. Donna ground her pussy onto Mike's lips and shrieked like a bitch in heat as she came again and again. Finally she pulled away from him as the spasms subsided, unable to bear any more stimulation of her cuntal area.
"I want to fuck you," Mike whispered. He rose to his feet and stared at her. His muscular, naked body gleamed with sweat. His hard-on was as stiff as a pipe, dripping jism everywhere. Donna realized distractedly that some of his cum had even stained her shoes.
"No, Mike. Please, let me give you a blow job for awhile." Donna backed away from him, momentarily afraid of the wild look in his eyes. "You made my pussy come so hard, I can't take any more for awhile. Just let me suck your dick…"
"I want to fuck you!" Mike roared.
He grabbed her, lifting her and throwing her on her back on the bed. Then he fell on top of her and tore at the buttons of her dress.
Donna struggled, but he was much stronger than she was, and besides, she didn't really want him to stop. He ripped open the top of the dress, scattering several buttons in the process. The front clasp of her bra popped open. Mike groaned as he saw the bared, stiffened nipples of her big, jiggling tits.
"Stop it, just let me get my dress off, oh Mike you're ruining it."
Mike's head sank onto the spongy warmth of her tits. He sucked her fat nipples furiously, biting the rubbery tips as if he expected to draw milk. At the same time he pulled up her dress so that it was bunched around her waist like a sash, exposing the drenched, hairy triangle of her cunt.
"Oh please, Mike, just wait, please…"
Mike ignored her. He forced himself between her thighs so that they were sprawled in the missionary position. Donna felt his big, wet dickhead jabbing at the opening of her cunt.
Then he got the knob in. Donna grunted and instinctively arched her back. Mike sighed with satisfaction as he bucked his ass, gradually sinking inch after inch of his pulsing cock into the greasy, clasping wetness of her ravaged pussy.
His prick was so huge that it stretched her cunt incredibly, giving her a delicious filled-up sensation as he impaled his rod into the furnace-like heat of her fuck tunnel. Donna winced obscenely as she felt his cock going into her, stretching her pussy walls to the bursting point as he packed her cunt with stiff, throbbing meat.
"Do you like it now, baby?" Mike muttered. He paused with all of his cock pulsing inside her, feeling the lips of her pussy suck around the base of his dick. "Still feel too raw to fuck? Want me to wait?"
"No, fuck me now!" Donna cried excitedly. She spread her thighs as far apart as she could, then twined them around his waist to get even more of his cock inside her. "Oh yes, it does feel good! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Mike lifted his hairy ass, withdrawing his swollen cock until only the mushroom knob parted her pussy lips. Donna squealed and humped beneath him. He dropped his ass again between her thighs, ramming his cum oozing dick all the way back up her cunt.
Then he started fucking her, contracting his asscheeks as he pumped his long prick in and out of her pussy. Feverishly Donna worked her ass to meet his strokes, groaning every time the hanging sac of his balls slapped her ass crack with each stroke.
"That's right, Mike, oh shit, I love the way you fuck me! Do it harder!" She pistoned her ass like an animal, pounding her cunt onto invading shaft of his dick. "Oh Christ, yes, I'm getting close again! Fuck me, lover, help me come!"
Mike panted as he fucked her, lowering his face between her big, jiggling tits. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked it violently, tugging the cherry cap from the milky-whiteness of her breast. His fucking actions became more furious. He pounded his thick cock almost brutally through the greasy heat of her pussy.
"Coming, oh fuck it, I know I am!" Donna clawed his shoulders and shook her head helplessly back and forth as the burning pleasure mounted in her loins. "Unggghh!"
Suddenly she fucked him as hard as she could, screaming and crying loud enough to be heard in the motel manager's office down the rows. "Awwww fuck, ohhh shit, fuck me, I'm coommmiiinnng!"
Shamelessly she shook all over the bed, grunting as her cunt muscles tightened around Mike's pistoning cock. Mike shuddered and slammed his prick as far into her pussy as it would go. His dick swelled even stiffer. His balls throbbed as they, prepared to drop their load.
Then he came, pumping spurt after spurt of white cream into the depths of Donna's cunt. Donna smiled with satisfaction as her pussy was bathed in juice. Mike sighed and fucked her faster. The jism kept gushing out of his nuts.
"Oh, baby," Mike whispered. He rolled off her and stared dizzily at the ceiling as his big cock started to wilt on his thigh. "You don't know how good that feels."
Donna giggled and turned onto her side to face him. Her hand toyed with, the softened lump of his cook. Impulsively she rested her cheek on his stomach and popped his dick into her mouth, hoping that a nice blow job would bring back the stiffness to his prick.
She knew that her dress was still bunched around her waist, and if she didn't stop to take it off it would look like a rag by the time she got home. But Donna didn't care. By now her husband had to know she was fucking around. What point was there in keeping up pretenses any longer?