Donna

Donna could not believe what she was doing. This guy was holding the back of her head, engorging her on his cock all the way down. The head had infiltrated the top of her throat and she could not breathe. She figured she had about ten seconds left. She slapped his thigh to tell him to let go but he didn't.

Finally, he let go. 1 deep breath, 2 deep breaths, gasping for air.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over. Where - she did not know - hoping it was the lounge.

It was. She was still breathing heavily, thrust down on her back. He reached up and pushed her skirt above her hips - it formed a band around her lower torso. He then pulled her panties off in one go. Thank God she shaved her pussy this morning - only the lower part - leaving a full bush above her pussy - who knows if he would like it or not.

He then got down on his knees and set about his tongue going to work on her pussy. Each touch makes her whole body shake - he just did not go for it - he would do a long lick from near the ass up to the start of the bush - then let her wait before going again. Each time he would linger longer around her clit, causing her to fall into ecstasy for a second or two.

Finally, he did not move off the clit, his tongue expertly manoeuvring around. She loved this feeling, her hips started to move in rhythm, he was not just licking, he was devouring her pussy, and Donna did not know for how long her body could hold out and what the consequences were when she did lose control.

He then put 2 fingers up her pussy, combining with the tongue. At first, he was thrusting them in and out, this was going to send Donna over the edge but then he started using different angles, different motions.

Her hips started bucking wildly, her hands went down to hold his head in place.

"There, there, there." Donna shouted.

Steve was not sure whether she was talking about his tongue or fingers, he thought his fingers but did not know what exactly where she meant, as his fingers were touching multiple spots. Right now, his tongue was just a passenger with her hips pushing his face before going away and coming back. He had never had a woman hold him like that.

She seemed to be losing control over her body; he was hoping he was taking her to places she had never been before. He felt her clasp her legs around his back, digging her heels in, he was lucky he had a shirt still on.

Fuck that hurt, Steve was thinking that that was going to leave a mark, a few actually, the shirt was obviously not enough. But he would not swap this for the world. Suddenly, she pushed his head away and his fingers came out. Her hand went to her pussy, roughly rubbing it, combined with a slap or two. This was the strongest orgasm he had seen and there no way she was faking it.

After what was like an eternity, it slowly subsided. Donna was thinking that was unbelievable, he is certainly going to get some noise complaints. She saw him removing his track pants.

"No. No. I need a break."

"No fucking chance." Came the reply.

Steve grabbed her legs and spread them wide, he leaned over as she lay prone on his new lounge, lining his cock up and entered her with one vicious long stroke and held it there.

He pulled it back slowly, as far it would go without coming out. He could almost see the end of the head. He then did another long, hard stroke, leaving it there, before slowly withdrawing. He repeated this about 4 or 5 times.

"Fuck." Came the response from Donna, pretty sure no one had ever made it that far into her before. Her pussy was on fire, well it would be if it wasn't so wet.

Donna did not know what she was feeling, her whole body was one electric sensation, she reached under her shirt and bra and pulled her D sized tits out and tweaked the nipples. HARD.

Steve looked in awe at the tits before him, thinking back to yesterday and the view of them in her bikini and thinking nothing could be better than that. Little did he know. He started a gentler fucking as he leaned and kissed her. He had plans for a gentle kiss, she didn't. Donna released her nipples and grabbed the back of his head and met his kiss, attempting to get her tongue in as much as she could. Steve did not mind, returning the favour while his right hand reached down to her nipple, tweaking the nipple but nowhere near as hard as Donna did.

Steve removed himself from Donna's embrace and pussy. His mouth slowly moved via her neck to the nipples; he sucked on each of them. They had medium sized areolas, but the nipples themselves were hard and sticking out. His sucking out made them more pronounced. He did not do this for long. The lure of her pussy was too great.

He inserted his cock back in, with one goal in mind, hard and fast, and to see how much those tits would bounce around under his pounding.

He started the hammering. Most girls try and reduce the pounding, not this one, she spread her legs wider and put her arms above her head.

Donna was not going to lie to herself, this was a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling of finally being fucked properly outweighed that. She had wanted her husband to fuck her like this for so long. It was not just the size of his cock; it was the intensity. She was glad the lounge cushions were behind her head though.

Steve was going too hard, he had to stop before it was over. He pulled out.

Donna was disappointed, expecting to Steve to cum over her stomach, a similar duration to her husband, and her face expressed this disappointment. However, it was not to be. Steve turned her over and was checking out her awesome ass. He was not going to let this opportunity go astray, and gave the slightly fat ass, a good slap on the right cheek, followed by another one on the left. He then lifted her hips up so they were in the air and pushed her head down into the cushions, a near perfect sight. He then lined his cock up and inserted it an inch or two before grabbing her her hips again for stability and then started pounding away again.

He tried hard to get different angles to hit the right spots and from the sounds from this girl's mouth, she was enjoying it. He was just glad the cushions muffled the sound.

Steve continued to plough away, moving his hands from her hips to slapping her ass and back again. The angle was a bit uncomfortable for his cock but he did not care, as it made him last longer - but not much longer. He knew he was about to burst.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down on her knees on the floor, she seemed shocked at first but then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

Again, something she never does for her husband, well she has done it on occasion but not with this much enthusiasm. And the enthusiasm was not faked; she wanted to taste this nameless man.

Steve was admiring the sight of her, on her knees, looking up at him, with her tongue out. Why did he waste so many years his bitch of an ex-wife. Stroking his cock, he was almost at the point of no return. He was now there and stuck his cock in her mouth and grabbed the back of her head as he exploded inside of her.

Donna thought she could not remember the last time she enjoyed having hot cum spurting into her mouth, well the back of her mouth anyway. She sucked on the cock for a few seconds, before pulling away and swallowing. She then stuck her tongue out to show he had swallowed it as that was thought you were supposed to do.

Coming to her senses, she realised that even though it did not take long, she needed to get back to work. She stood up and tucked her tits back, inspecting her short and skirt for stains. Luckily, there was none. The skirt is going to have a few creases. Now, where my panties.

"Do you know where my panties went?"

"You're not getting them back." Donna looked at him blankly.

"I'm wearing a short skirt."

"Doesn't matter." Donna seemed to resolve herself to the situation.

"Have I earned dinner now?" Donna asked.

"Yes, you have. Wednesday night. Make sure you dress like a slut. And shave that pussy!" Donna mouth physically opened at the last comment.

"What about your name. Can I have it."

"You may get it Wednesday night, if you dress slutty enough." Donna just shook head.

With that, Donna left the apartment, neither of them kissing goodbye due to the remnants of cum in Donna's mouth. Donna's immediate thought was where was a lingerie store close to her work to get some panties. The thought then occurred to her that she had lost her husband's favourite panties, and to another man at that, but that was probably the least of his problems. As her heels clinked on the stairs, it did occur to her how today had irrevocably changed her life, and her husband's.