"Ummmlllppp," Donna slurped. She held his big dick in her fist and jerked him off harder, sucking as feverishly as she could. Her tongue rolled sloppily on the fat, rosy crown of his cock, occasionally darting into his cum slit to catch his drooling cream.

"Ahhhh," Ted sighed.

He came then, shooting warm gushers of jism down Donna's throat. Donna tasted the familiar salty take of cum and whimpered happily. Her mouth slurped and licked and gulped, sucking down every drop.

Laughter and happy voices could be heard nearby. Perhaps a few party-goers had strayed from the pool and were wandering in their direction. As Donna lovingly kissed and fondled Ted's suck-wilted dick it occurred to her that they might be caught.

But Donna kept sucking Ted's cock, unable to relinquish the secure feeling of having a man's big dick dripping jism into her mouth. The more she fucked around with other men, the less she cared if her husband found out about it. Donna was almost beginning to wish he would.

CHAPTER FIVE

"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?"