Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

She staggered into the bathroom and tuned on the shower. Numb, she climbed under the refreshing spray. "Ohhhh, God, what do I do with my life now?" Her own voice echoed back to haunt her.

She closed her eyes and tilted her face up into the warm water. "Oh, God. I'm not a tramp," she sobbed, her tears mixing with the shower spray. "I'm not!"

The nightmarish events of the day told her different. "No! No! No!" She pounded her fists against the wet tiles, but the memories didn't go away.

Craig staggered into the house. His head pounded and his day, too, had been a nightmare of events. He looked in the living room and saw the mess he had made. He cringed. "Eileen!" There was no answer. He was glad. If she was out it would give him a chance to clean up. He had to talk to her. Their life together was on the line. He climbed the stairs.

Eileen finished cleaning her ass and pussy. The water splashed off her flesh. The steady beating of the spray on her body kept her from thinking about the future.

Craig came through the bedroom and heard the shower. He poked his head into the bathroom. "Eileen?"

Hearing her husband's voice, Eileen froze. She didn't speak.

Craig came in, pushed back the curtain. "Eileen." He stared at her naked body and an image of her thrashing under Hank's pounding frame haunted him. He forced the ugly thought from his mind.

"What did you come back for?" she asked, the sharpness of her words a cutting edge. "To call me a whore to my face?"

"I… I'm sorry about that," Craig said. "I was out of my mind with jealousy. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." Through gray tired eyes, he pleaded. "Can you forgive me?"

Eileen saw the anxiety, the hurt. "You look terrible." She forced a smile. "Why don't you take off your clothes and get in here with me? You look as if you've had a rough day."

"Does that mean you forgive me?" He was already tearing at his clothes.

"It means we'll talk about it." She moved over as Craig joined her in the shower. "I'll soap you down."

"Feels good," he said, facing the wall, relaxing under Eileen's soothing hands.

"What did you do today?" she asked, wondering if she should tell him what she'd been up to.

Craig's gut tightened. He was ashamed. "If I told you, our marriage wouldn't stand a chance." He turned and faced her.

Silence hung between them as the water sprayed them both.

"Seeing you fucking Hank last night turned me into a madman."

"It was your idea," she reminded him.

"I know. Christ, it's been eating at my gut."

Eileen soaped him up, wrapping the soapy wash cloth around his prick. "What did you do today?" She was curious, aroused, sensing what he had been doing.

"Drinking…" He groaned. Her hands were getting his cock hard. "And fucking any woman who would go to bed with me." He looked at her, waiting for her to drop his cock and shove him out of the shower.

It made her feel good to know he had been doing the same thing she had been doing. She wavered, wondered if she should confess. She decided, at least for now, to keep her secret. The bonds of their marriage were strained enough; they needed no more stress.

"No," he said. He pulled her into his arms. "I love you, honey. Christ, I love you."

Eileen, the water spraying her back and shoulders, melted into his arms. "I love you too, my darling, but what you said cut me like a knife." She wasn't going to let him off completely.

"I know," he groaned, reveling in his wife's soft, wet body. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"No. We have to forget last night and today. We forget arid start over."

"You're not going to leave me for the things I made you do and the things I did?" he asked softly.

She brought her mouth to his and kissed him. "Today is buried." Silently, she prayed she could forget the things her own unchanneled lust and anger had caused her to do. "I love you."

Craig slipped his hands down her back, cupped the cheeks of heir ass. "You feel my prick?"

"Yes," she moaned. "It's throbbing against my belly."

"Do you want to do anything about it?"

"Not here. We might kill ourselves." She squiggled her hips. "In bed, where I can show you how much I low you."

They climbed out of the shower, their bodies glistening wet. Forgetting about turning the water off – they had other things on their minds – they headed into the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet.

Eileen climbed on the bed. "We're going to have fun the old-fashioned way, together as husband and wife." She tugged his hand. "I got the hots for you, my husband."

Craig joined his wife on the bed, his eyes enjoying the soft, sensuous contours of her wet, naked body. With his prick throbbing, he took her in his arms.

Eileen plastered her wet, tingling body against him. She parted her lips, accepting his tongue. She hummed, taking his tongue and sucking it. Squirming, her flesh squeaked against his as they kissed and hugged urgently. Playfully, she scratched, his neck.

"Oooh, Craig," she gasped. "I love you. Love you so." She showered him with kisses, face, neck, mouth. "So much, Craig!"

"Unnn, Eileen. Sweetheart." He caressed her, kneading her wet, slippery flesh. His hands were greedy, exploring, squeezing, reveling in the joy of her squirming body. His prick pressed against her belly, throbbed with passion as blood surged through his shaft.

Eileen moaned. His hands and mouth were driving her crazy. She wanted him, needed him. "Wait," she gasped. "Not yet." She wriggled out of his arms. "Let's make it last."

"Whatever you want, my love," Craig groaned.

She swallowed back her rising passion. "I want to show you that I love you."

"I already know," he said, looking up into her beautiful face. "We have all the time in the world…"

Eileen's mouth feverishly worked on Craig's flesh. She kissed and sucked his neck, his shoulders. Nibbling, she reached his chest and licked his tiny nipples. Purring sighs escaped her mouth as she coated each nipple in spit.

"Bite them," he groaned. Eileen's mouth was like a furnace.

Eileen giggled lewdly. "I'll suck them too." She covered Craig's nipple and sucked. It wasn't as big or soft as Carol's, but it was what she wanted. She sucked again, then chewed.

"Unnnnn," Craig groaned. "Goddamn." His gut tightened, and his prick towered above his groin, throbbing and twitching for her pussy.

Gurgling on her own spit, Eileen slobbered and chewed her way down Craig's lean frame. His stomach was taut, and she sucked. She raked his chest with her nails and chewed on his hips, his prick looming always in her field of vision.

"My cock, honey." He squirmed on his back. "Chew my cock."

Eileen was in heaven. She sucked his groin, down his thighs to his knees. After chewing both thighs, she stopped. She was between his legs, her eyes glued to his prick.

A hot, sultry smile played on her lips. She gripped his cock. "You want me to suck this?" She shifted the skin up and down his bloated shaft.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Suck it." He jerked his hips, lunging his cock up through her jerking fist.

"For you, anything." She lowered her head and brought her mouth to the base of his cock. She gripped his thick shaft with her teeth and sucked. She took a hard bite and felt his shaft throb against her lips. "You like that?"

Craig groaned. His eyes popped. "You'll bite it off and neither one of us will have any fun."

"I'll make sure I don't bite it off." She straddled his leg, her cunt flush against his knee.

"Christ, you're soaked!" He jerked his knee, banging it into Eileen's pussy.

"Mmmmm, soaked for your prick," she sighed. She rolled her hips, jerked her ass. "Ooooo!" Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to his cock and sucked up and down the length of his shaft.