Bill Randolph - Horny wife in bed

"Boy, were you wrong!" Kitty said, leading the happy giggles.

Kitty didn't realize how late it was until she happened to glance toward Sue's bedroom window and see that it was almost dark outside. She leaped off the bed as fast as her lust-numbed limbs could move and dressed as panic gripped her. Jesus, what will I tell Pat? The fearful question burned her mind as she mumbled quick good-byes to Sue and Brad and hustled out of the apartment.

Her mind raced with explanations as she gunned her car toward home. Pat was sure to be either worried out of his tree or totally pissed.

What she had planned to be a two or three hour adventure had become an afternoon of wild fucking and sucking. She repeatedly examined her face in the rearview mirror as she weaved through the weekend traffic. She searched desperately for any telltale evidence of the wanton activities she had enjoyed during the day. She was afraid there was no way to disguise the unmistakable scent of sex on her body and she hoped to climb into the shower as soon as she got home.

Her heart pounded and her guts tightened as she drove up to the front of her apartment and saw that the living room light was on. She braced, herself for a confrontation with Pat as she hurried up the front walk. She patted her long blonde hair nervously, then opened the front door, a careful smile etched across her pretty face.

"Hello, stranger," an unexpected male voice greeted as she stepped into the apartment. "I love the way you play hostess for your favorite brother-in-law."

She blinked, then giggled a high-pitched laugh as relief swept through her. "My only brother-in-law, you mean," she said, hurrying up to Pat's younger brother and embracing the boy in a sisterly hug. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"I see that my brother is taking such good care of you that you spend a whole Saturday afternoon gone," the boy chided. "Been married to the guy two weeks and already out spending all the family dough, eh?"

She slapped the boy's bottom playfully and smirked. "It's the real reason your brother married me, Bob," she joked. "He wanted my money, but I'm fooling him. I'm gonna spend it up before he gets his hands on it."

"Good for you, Sis," Bob Willis said with a wide smile.

"Where is that gold-digging brother of yours anyway?" she asked casually, maintaining her playful manner.

Bob shrugged and winked. "He said something about a redhead and a young blonde. Then he mentioned something about the mice playing while the cat is away. I didn't catch all of it."

"Funny," Kitty said. "Your brother has got a young blonde right here, and she's more than he can handle."

The young man snickered as he stepped over to retrieve his beer beside the television set. Kitty watched him and scolded her self for lingering over his slender, boyish ass inside his snug fitting jeans. She and Bob had gotten along great from the very beginning of her relationship with Pat. They teased each other constantly, more like typical brothers and sisters rather than in-laws.

"Seriously, Kitty, your old man was called back to a construction site," Bob said as he crossed the living room and sat on the sofa, cradling his beer in his lap. "There was a fire and his foreman needed him and the rest of the crew to help the insurance guys. He might be gone all night, so he called me. He didn't want you to be here alone."

"Well, your brother sure is a trusting soul," Kitty purred. "Leaving me all alone all night with such a luscious stud."

"Bullshit!" Bob chuckled, sipping his beer and eying his sister-in-law with a distinctive twinkle which Kitty noticed. "You should appreciate what babysitting my brother's wife is doing to my love-life. Rachel was really pissed when I had to break our date tonight."

"You should've brought her here," Kitty said, stepping into the kitchen and getting a beer for herself. "Besides, there's no need for you to be here. I certainly don't need a babysitter. Call Rachel, make-up with her and go pick her up. Simple."

The teenager shook his head slowly. "Nope. Too late. I called her a few minutes before you came in and she's already split for the night. Her old man said she went out with Ronnie Drake. Fucking jock!"

"Shit, Bob, I'm sorry," Kitty said, sitting beside her brother-in-law on the sofa. "Hey, she'll come to her senses by tomorrow. What girl would settle for some dumb high school jock when she could have a handsome dude like you?"

"Rachel Murphy, that's who," Bob said with a sigh.

"Well, fuck her," Kitty snapped. "She doesn't deserve you."

"Hell, I wish I could fuck her," the boy admitted, staring down at his beer. "She must be saving it for Ronnie or some other big hero jock."

Kitty felt real sympathy for her young brother-in-law. She did her best to cheer him up as they talked and joked and drank another beer together. They watched TV until midnight, ate some popcorn and, gradually, Kitty worked him out of his depression. Kitty still had vivid memories of her own painful teenaged years.

"I'll just crash here on the sofa if you don't mind, Kitty," Bob said when Kitty stood and headed for that shower she had promised herself hours before.

"Make yourself at home, Bob," she said, smiling sweetly at the young man. "Give me ten minutes and the shower is all yours."

He nodded. "Yeah, I feel pretty growdy." As Kitty stood beneath the blasting shower spray and soaped away the residue of her wild afternoon of sex, she couldn't help but dwell on the provocative sight of Bob's tight, trim ass encased in those super-tight jeans. She felt a slight stirring in her pussy that at first startled her, then excited her. Fuck, I shouldn't feel guilty for my thoughts, she told herself as she continued to relish the lusty image of his rump. She recalled vividly the generous lump in the crotch of his jeans as her clit suddenly tingled into hardening life. Then, quickly, she finished her shower, turned off the water, grabbed a towel and padded into the bedroom.

She was in bed, under the covers and pretending to be asleep when Bob quietly stepped through the bedroom and into the bathroom. She lay listening the sounds of his shower as her mind played erotic images of the young man's nude body. She squeezed her thighs together and moaned softly as she felt her throbbing, erect cunt going wild with arousal. She closed her eyes and pictured the water washing away soap suds from the young man's muscular shoulders.

God, what a slut I'm becoming, she told herself. She reached down and lightly touched her blonde-covered pussy. Her puffy cunt lips were already moist and creamy. Her big nipples were jutting stiffly against the cool sheets, tingling with arousal. She sighed and sat up on the bed, bracing her back and shoulders against the headboard. She flipped on the bedside lamp and waited for Bob to come out of the bathroom. Shit, I'll hate myself tomorrow, but the kid has made me horny as hell!

He stepped into the bedroom and froze. A towel was wrapped around his slender waist, otherwise he was totally naked. His eyes locked instantly on Kitty's and the horny blonde knew her brother-in-law was getting a clear, lusty signal.

"I feel responsible for blowing your date, Bob," she whispered, aware that the bedcovers were barely covering her huge tit-mounds. "I could make it up to you."

The boy appeared too stunned to talk even as he moved tentatively toward the bed and his sister-in-law. Kitty dropped her eyes to the bulge already throbbing against the towel and threatening to pulsate the flimsy covering away from his crotch. His gaping eyes seemed locked on the luscious sight of her satiny tit-globes spilling out over the edge of the sheets. He licked his lips as he finally reached the edge of the bed.

Bob stood perfectly still, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling as they continued to stare down on her shapely tit-melons. His cock was raging beneath the towel, sticking straight out lewdly and provocatively. Kitty felt an overpowering urge to reach out and lovingly fondle the jutting cockmeat.