"Oh, I'll bet you are, Donna."

Phil rose from the couch and sat on the armrest of her chair. Donna knew she was in trouble. Phil's big dick was throbbing noticeably in his pants, and she was sure he could see how stiff her nipples were. Her pussy was so hot. She prayed he couldn't smell it.

"Come on, Donna, show me your beautiful body."

Phil leaned close to her, grazing her cheek with his lips. His hand moved down the v-neck of her tight dress and settled in her ample cleavage. Donna shuddered and pulled away. She was already losing control.

"Phil, for God's sake, my husband's sitting three feet away from us."

"He won't notice," Phil purred. "You know he won't, Donna. He's stone unconscious. It'll be hours before he wakes up. We can do anything we want."

This time Phil cupped her big tits through the dress, rubbing his palm across the swollen outline of her nipple. Donna whimpered hornily in spite of herself. Phil dropped his hands to her soft thighs and pushed his fingers under her dress.

"Phil, stop that!" She tried to pull away from him, but she could have tried much harder. "My husband! You're… you're drunk! You don't know what you're doing!"

"I do know, Donna. You're so fucking pretty. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Then Phil touched her pussy, and all Donna's resistance abandoned her at once. A delicious, tingling shudder shot through her cunt. Involuntarily she spread her legs and thrust her horny pussy onto Phil's hand.

"Why, Donna," Phil whispered. He grinned as he realized that the crotch of her panties was soaked with fuck juice. "You're all turned on, aren't you? This must be the wettest pussy I've ever touched."

"Phil, stop it," Donna stammered pleadingly. "I know… yes, I am aroused, but you know it's wrong. My husband… he's sitting right there…"

"I don't give a flying fuck about your husband."