J Watson: Eager beaver housewife

"Hello," she said. "Can I help you?"

"My name's Stuart Johnson," he answered. "I was wondering if Bob was around. I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday."

"You're Bob's new boss," she said.

"Yes," he said. "I thought I would stop by and have a talk with him. I'm afraid my meeting made a few people angry yesterday, and I need to get my position cleared up."

"He's not here," she said. "He plays golf on Saturdays. He probably won't be home for hours."

She wondered why she had said that. She could see that mocking expression in his eyes. She had never met a man who attracted her so much. It was a crazy feeling.

"Well, I'll try again," he said.

"Don't leave yet," she blurted out. "I mean, we could talk. We could talk about things, you know."

"You don't think Bob would mind having me alone with you?" Stuart said. "A beautiful woman like you?"

"Of course he wouldn't mind," Janet said. Janet knew she was telling a lie. Bob would mind. Any husband would mind. And yet somehow Janet couldn't let this man walk away. She had to know him better.

He didn't seem to be in any hurry. It seemed natural for her to step back and let him into the house. She led him into the kitchen where she had a pot of coffee made. He sat down at the kitchen table and she sat down across from him. She was feeling a little nervous about sitting there in a skimpy bikini, but somehow she didn't want to put on a robe.

"I had heard that you were every attractive woman," he said. "I never expected a movie star."

"That's not true," she said.

"Oh, it's true and you know it," he said. "You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. Bob is very lucky."

"He doesn't seem to think so lately," she said.

"You mean he doesn't take care of you in the bedroom like he should," Stuart suggested.

"Oh no," she said, blushing. "That's not what I meant at all. I'm satisfied there. I only meant that he's been unhappy about the job lately."

"That's why I wanted to talk to him," Stuart said. "He's a very intelligent man. He has nothing to worry about. I know he thinks I'm coming on hard, but there are reasons for it."

"I'm sure," she said.

He finished his coffee and stood up. She knew he was going to leave. He might be attracted to her but he would leave the first move up to her. She knew she would make that move sooner or later. She had to do it. She was so hot, and she was finding it hard to resist this man.

"You have a nice home," he said. "May I see the rest of it?"

"Sure," she said.

There were nervous flutters in her stomach. She had the feeling that Stuart knew the kind of effect he was having on her and he was enjoying him self. He was the kind of man who understood women and knew how to make them hot.

She again thought that she should put on her robe, but she didn't. Instead, she found herself giving an extra wiggle to her ass as she led him though the house. She saved their bedroom for last. She stood there trembling as he looked around.

"I guess this is far enough," Stuart said.

"Yes," she said weakly.

"You're a good-looking woman," he said. "A very good-looking woman. I'm surprised that your husband would leave you alone when you're dressed like that."

"You shouldn't talk like that," she said.

"I'm going to do more than talk, baby," Stuart said. "You already know that. I'm going to make you scream for pleasure."

He stepped close to her and put his arms around her. He pulled her close. She was trembling as his lips pressed against hers. He kissed bet gently, but she had never been kissed so hotly. He made her feel weak and trembly.

"All right, baby," Stuart said, stepping back, "let's see what you've got."

He could already see a lot of what she had. The skimpy yellow bikini left little to the imagination. She stepped back and reached behind her back. She unhooked the bikini top and let it drop. She stretched her arms out.

"Damn, baby," Stuart said. "You do have a nice pair!"

His eyes made her tits feel even more swollen. It was the first time a man other than her husband had seen her tits, and somehow she didn't even feel ashamed. She felt nothing but a growing ache inside her pussy.

"Strip the bottoms off, baby," he said.

She nodded as she pulled the bottoms clown her long legs and kicked out of them. She was trembling. He motioned for her to turn around and she turned. She bent a little, showing off her shapely ass.

"Real nice, baby," he said. "Real nice!"

She turned back around and walked to him. She stood in front of him and his hands moved up her body. He squeezed her tits gently. His fingers moved across her swollen nipples. He pinched her throbbing nipples. He was making her shiver.

He bent down and let his lips touch her nipple. He let his tongue brush across the swollen bud. She started trembling again. She put her hand on the back of his head.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "That feels good. That feels so damn good. Suck them, baby!"

His mouth opened a little more and he was gently sucking her tit. He let his teeth scrape her tit-flesh. He opened his mouth a little wider and sucked in almost all of her tit. He put his hand between her legs and touched her pussy. He began to gently stroke her cunt and she thought he was going to pass out. She fell back a little.

"I'm going to take you to the bed," he said. He pushed her over to the bed, and she settled back on the bed. His hot mouth covered her tit and he started sucking at her creamy tit-flesh. He let his teeth scrape across her swollen tit.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Suck it, baby. Suck it!"

His mouth started moving from one luscious tit to the other. He kept trying to suck almost all of her tit into his mouth. He pulled his head back and let his tongue brush back and forth over her nipple.

"That's so good," she moaned.

He fucked two fingers up into her cunt. He started fucking his fingers in and out of her cunt. Her cunt was soaking his fingers with cunt juices. She was already lifting her ass up and taking his fingers deeper into her cunt.

He reached up and grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers down to his cock-bulge. She could feel his hard-on pushing at the front of his trousers. She traced the outline of his fat cock with her fingers.

She moved her fingers up to his zipper. She knew she should feel ashamed of what she was doing, but she couldn't. It felt so damned good.

She pulled his zipper down. She was feeling uncomfortable being the only one naked and she hurriedly started pulling at his clothes. In a few moments she had Stuart naked. She looked down and gasped. His body was so lean and strong looking, and his cock looked huge. She moved her hand up his body and touched his prick. She wrapped her fingers around his cocklance.

"Play with it, baby," he said. "Kiss it. You know you want to. You know you like cock!"

She moved her hand up and down on his fat cock. She moved her fingers up to the head of his cock and rubbed her titsmb back and forth over his cockhead.

She felt his hand in her hair. He was pushing her down. She didn't want to do that that was not her thing. She turned around and she could see his face, and there was a look in his eyes that frightened her.

"Get down and taste it baby," he said.

"Don't tell me it's the first cock you ever tasted!"

It was the first cock she had ever tasted – but she didn't tell him that. She knew it was really wrong to do something for him that she wouldn't even do for her husband, but it seemed he was in charge of her emotions.

She went down until her lips were just inches away from his prickmeat. She could smell the strong odor of his cockmeat. She licked her lips.

"Go ahead, baby," he said. "Go ahead. Kiss my cock!"

She went down and she kissed his cock. She shook all over but she didn't take her lips away. She kept her lips against the head of his cock. She licked at his piss-hole and she tasted precum. She drew her head back as if she had been bitten. There was a salty taste on her tongue.