Donna stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror and smiled, pleased with what she saw. The denim baby doll shorts hugged her full ass, revealing the bottom curve of her cheeks and hinting that she was pantyless, which she was. She loved how the rough seam of the denim rubbed her sensitive clit, making her pussy even wetter with every move she made. Oh, how she longed to slip her fingers down the front of her shorts to ease the ache. She wouldn't, though. She had promised James she wouldn't. No, she had promised Master she wouldn't and that was how James wanted her to address him if she did this.
She tied a knot in the bottom of the white school shirt, pulling the two sides together, tight across her full 34c breasts. She could see her nipples, already hard, thrusting against the fabric, clearly visible through the fine cotton. She lightly stroked her fingers over them, closing her eyes in pleasure at the sensations flooding her body, and her pussy. Oh, how she needed to be fucked right now, she thought to herself. But the pleasure was in the waiting and wait she would. The rewards would be so worth the wait.
Tying her blond hair into a ponytail she heard a familiar tune from the lounge down the hallway and knew that Tom was catching up on the science programmes he had recorded during the week. Sunday evenings were always for watching documentaries on some boring subject or other. She could not understand his fascination in them or why he never wanted to fuck her when she tried to entice him away from them. After all, there was nothing wrong with her body. She was still slim, her breasts firm and perky, a perfect handful. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and always ready for some action yet he was never interested. He only showed interest on a Saturday night, when it would be a quick wham, bam, thank you ma'am in the missionary position before he collapsed to the side and fell fast asleep.
The doorbell rang causing her pulse to spike, her pussy twitching in anticipation. She resisted the urge to cheer out loud as she walked down the small hallway and opened the door to their visitor. There was no response from the lounge, as she had known there wouldn't be. Nothing would tear Tom away from his shows.
"Hello, slut," James said as he stood in the doorway. He wore a white t-shirt that showcased his muscular chest. His arms bulged with muscles honed from hours spent in the gym where she worked. Faded blue denims hugged long muscular legs and did nothing to hide the prominent bulge in the front.
"Hello, Ja -- Master," she replied, resisting the urge to strip his shirt off and lick those rock hard muscles. She had always had a weakness for hard muscled men which is why it always amazed her that she ended up marrying a nerd like Tom. "Please come in."
"Who's at the door?" Tom called out, his tone one of annoyance that someone should dare call and interrupt his viewing time
Donna looked at James and smiled before leading him into the large lounge. The flat was not very big but the lounge was a good size with room for a leather three piece suite, tv stand and a small dining table in one corner.
"Master has come to visit me," she replied feeling a thrill through her body as she admitted who James was to her.
"Master?" Tom frowned and turned away from the screen, looking from Donna to James. If he noticed anything unusual about her outfit he said nothing, never really noticing what his wife wore.
James turned to Donna and gave her a predatory smile. He had already dismissed Tom from his thoughts, recognising that the other man was no threat to what he planned for Donna. "You have not greeted me properly, slut. I thought I had taught you how you should greet me."
Donna's eyes widened, lust and excitement blazing in them. She licked her lips before dropping to her knees and unbuttoning the fly of his denims. His hard thick cock sprang free into her waiting hands and she held it with eager hands. Her fingers lightly stroked its long length before she leant forwards and took him deep in her mouth. His musky essence filled her senses making her pussy leak even more as she started to suck him with long slow sucks. She forced her throat muscles to relax to allow him to go deep, loving the feel of him filling her.
"Donna? What the hell are you doing?" Tom said, springing to his feet shock etched upon his features. "Stop that right now!"
"Sit down." James' voice was firm allowing no option to disobey. "Your wife is greeting me how a slut should greet her Master," he said as Tom sank back down in his seat.
Donna moaned and licked the sensitive tip, suckling lightly on it whilst she swirled her tongue around. She felt James place his hands on her head, pumping his cock into her mouth with long, fast strokes. Her eyes watered but she continued to suck him, using her mouth to make him harder, fill her more. His grip was rough in her hair but she relished the pain as a good slut would.
