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.

Roy put down the magazine he was reading in bed and stared at her blankly. "Surprise, what?"

"Why, darling, don't you like my little outfit?" Donna asked huskily. She cuddled up to him and slid her fingers through the wiry hairs of his muscular chest. "I bought it just for you."

"Should have saved your money," Roy snorted. He retrieved his magazine and went back to his reading. "Cut out the crap, would you, honey? I just screwed you a couple of nights ago. Some other time."

Donna was too horny to be insulted by Roy's lack of enthusiasm, even though she knew any other man would have given up a month's salary to taste her pussy. Sighing, she pushed her hand under the blanket and groped for his big prick.