Donna Allen

Wide-open wife

CHAPTER ONE

Joanna Barton arched her body so that when Gilbert Finch reached for the globes of her heavy tits they filled his palms like ripe fruit. She wore no bra beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, and her nipples were prodding his hands. She thought of her husband. She thought of how shocked he would be if he could see his boss, Gilbert Finch, with his hands on her tits. Finch had strong hands. Joanna was amazed at her own wantonness, at the unexpected realization that she liked to be handled this way.

She dropped to her knees in front of Finch, her hands fluttering at his crotch. She found his throbbing cock under the material of his pants. She dipped her face down to brush her lips against the bulge. She worked her fingers at the zipper of his fly.

Finch leered down at her. He sprawled back in his swivel chair. "Go to it, baby," he said. "My secretary never comes in here uninvited."

Joanna brought out his swollen cock. She stroked his thick meat, smiling. After almost ten years of marriage, this was the first time she'd ever handled any man's cock except her husband's. She told herself she was doing it to help her husband's career. Finch was regional sales manager for Warren Chemicals, and Joanna's husband was one of his salesmen. Michael wasn't very good at selling things. He certainly couldn't sell himself. He needed help. Joanna had decided to secretly help him by seducing Finch. She'd thought it would be difficult to go through with it. It turned out not to be difficult at all. It turned out to be enjoyable. She'd always thought of herself as a shy, quiet woman destined to lead a dull life. Now, with Finch's throbbing cock in her hand, her destiny seemed to have suddenly changed. She liked his uncircumcised cock. Her head bowed, she snaked out her tongue to lick the straining, exposed cockhead. She tilted her face so that she could look up at him and see his reaction. As her tongue swirled over, the head of his cock, the expression of pleasure on his face satisfied her expectations. She enjoyed giving him pleasure because she knew he could help her husband. She also enjoyed the taste of his cock.

Covering the fat cockhead with a series of wet kisses, she lapped at the puffy slit to coax out some of his fluid. When she closed her lips over him, he began pumping his cock into her mouth. His hands were on her tits again, his fingers digging at the resilient flesh. He pinched and tugged her nipples with his thumbs and fingers.

"Suck it!" he hissed.

Doubled over her like this, his hands clawing at her tits, Finch found himself staring down her back. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and he could see her bikini panties stretched tight across her plump ass. She was a good-looking woman. His own wilt was a useless prune with a dried-up cunt. He'd always been jealous of Barton, and now here he had Barton's wife sucking on his cock and obviously enjoying it. He had great plans for Joanna Barton. He had great plans, indeed.

Joanna made soft mewling sounds as she took more of the raging cock into her mouth. Her hands guided the shaft. Her fingers played lightly over, the silky skin. She washed the turgid pole with her lips and tongue. She bobbed her head, slowly at first, then more rapidly. She took in the length of his throbbing cock until she had his hot cockhead pressing at the back of her throat. She thought she'd choke. But, she accommodated the long cock with the ease of swallowing a large popsicle. She took it all the way into her throat, sucking with a happy frenzy.

Finch moaned as the pressure in his balls increased. It seemed as if every nerve fiber in his cock registered the faintest touch of her warm, enveloping mouth. The suction of her lips became the center of all sensation in his body.