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«Their horny new mom», Donna Allen

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CHAPTER ONE

Marilyn Green snuggled closer to her husband and stroked his thigh. He snored and mumbled in his sleep, and Marilyn decided to awaken him. She felt terribly horny and needed sex if she was ever going to fall asleep tonight.

Like a good and grateful wife, she had waited for Paul to make the first move. During the six months they had been married, she had always waited for him to make the first move.

He seldom did.

She moved her hand to his chest and felt his hard muscles and tiny nipples. She knew that Paul's interest in sex was minimal. She knew it before they got married. But she loved him and hoped he would change. She sighed softly. So far there had been little change. If anything he was less interested than ever.

When she'd met Paul Green she'd been so happy. A women in her later twenties had problems if she wasn't married. Even if she looked like Marilyn.

Marilyn knew she was pretty and she knew her figure was as good as a teen's. But, still, a man Paul's age could have his pick while a woman's options demised every year she stayed single.

Now Marilyn snuggled closer to Paul and rubbed her tits against his back. She was so hot she could feel the moisture between her legs. Even when she was single and taking care of her elderly parents, she'd masturbated regularly. Even if her sex life was uneventful, she didn't walk around with a horny cunt.

She reached down and found his cock and balls. She held them in her hand and he thrashed his arms and mumbled. She continued stroking his balls, hoping he would awaken.

When she met Paul, all the sacrifices she had made for her parents paid off. Her mother had just passed away and she was all alone. And meeting Paul had been like a dream come true.

He was handsome and divorced with two teenage sons. His ex-wife lived in England and was no problem and besides Paul had custody of the boys.

Mark and Steve were sweet and bright and they liked Marilyn. She had no problem being a step-mother. She loved it. She wasn't enthused about the fact that Paul's older sister, Denise, lived with them. But nothing in life was perfect and even Denise was nicer to her lately.

She stroked Paul's inner thighs and kissed his shoulder. She could get up and go into the bathroom and masturbate. But why should she have to bring herself off when she had a husband to do it? Why should she have to use her own fingers when she had a perfectly good prick right here in bed with her?

It's not like I didn't know Paul had a low sex-drive, she thought. That had been the one thing about him that turned her off. But again, life wasn't perfect. And she had hopes that he would change. Even after six months, she still hoped he'd change.

It wasn't as if she'd had much experience. She had one boyfriend for years and they fucked regularly, but they never did anything unusual.

She giggled softly when she thought about Harold. They had fucked once a week after her folks were in bed and when she was sure they were fast asleep. She and Harold never did anything fancy. They never even undressed. He fucked her in the missionary position on the living room sofa. He always had a towel nearby to clean himself off. He never asked her to go down on him and he never went down on her. Two weeks before she met Paul, Harold ran off with a stripper. He left a note for her, telling her he felt stifled by his life and by her. He felt stifled! she thought.

She lifted her nightgown and thrust her bare cunt against Paul's ass. She felt so safe and secure with her new husband. When she met him, she had hoped that he would introduce her to all kinds of wild sex she'd only read about. But he wasn't very different from Harold. He, too, preferred the missionary position. Once a week. And so far he'd never touched his lips to her cunt, or let her suck his cock.

She squeezed his cock and he finally awakened. "What's going on, hon?" he yawned.

"I'm horny," she said. "I want my marital rights."

He snickered. One of the things he loved about her was her sense of humor. "I've got a rough day tomorrow, sweetheart. Do you mind if we skip the gymnastics tonight?"

Marilyn said nothing, but she pumped his prick and stroked his thigh. Despite his words, she felt his cock harden in her hand. After a few moments, he turned around and faced her.

"I didn't know I married a hot-blooded broad," he said, his voice husky with sleep.


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