Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

Hank brought his hands to her tits and began kneading the pliant meat. "This will help," he said, massaging her soft, yielding tits. He watched her face and saw the passion begin to creep into her violet eyes.

"Oooooo," she sighed. His hands were wonderful. She pressed into them, her breathing short, raspy, the insides of her cunt beginning to ooze. "Let me take this off."

Hank leaned back and watched as she stood. His prick was hard, aching in his pants. He wished she'd hurry up and relax. He needed his cock sucked fast!

Hank thought of his wife together with Craig. A grin slipped over his mouth. Craig would certainly enjoy Carol's mouth. He stared at Eileen's lips, wondering how good she was at sucking cock.

Eileen, her cheeks burning under Hank's horny gaze, eased her dress down over her hips. It fell to the floor, and she blushed from her tits up. She forced herself to step closer to him. "You take off my panties," she whispered.

Hank sat up, ran his big hands over her creamy skin. "You're gorgeous, Eileen. The four of us are going to have a ball together."

Eileen shuddered at the prospect of spending another night like this. His hands were exciting her but she fought it. For Craig, she would allow Hank to enjoy himself, but she vowed to keep her own passion under control.

Hank sensed her reluctance. "You should enjoy yourself too," he said. "Craig is." He caressed her hips, running his hands over her tight, silk-encased ass cheeks. "If I know Carol, she's probably chewing his cock off by now."

That image ate at her brain and sickened her. She erased it from her mind and looked down at the top of Hank's sandy blond head. "Take off my panties, Hank."

Hank latched his fingers into the elastic waistband and eased the silky panties down over her hips. A thick patch of curly black cunt hair came into view. He anticipated burying his cock in her pussy.

"Baby," he moaned, pushing her panties down to her knees. They fell to the floor.

Completely naked, Eileen stood in front of her gawking new neighbor. She felt like a whore on display and didn't understand why Craig wanted her to do this – or did she? Carol. Sexy Carol with the hungry mouth. It angered her. Craig was trading her off to fuck Carol!

She parted her legs. "Finger me, Hank. Get me wet for your cock." She rolled her hips lewdly, bringing her hands up to maul the flesh of her own tits.

Hank didn't know what it was, but he knew something in his sexy neighbor had changed. He skimmed his hand between her thighs, dragged his fingers through the gash of her cunt. It was moist, but not wet. Carol had spoiled him. She was a constant fountain of pussy-cream.

"Unnn," Eileen moaned. His lingers were activating her suppressed passion. She was grateful. Craig was having a ball so she intended to have a ball too.

"Inside my pussy, Hank," she said, her voice quaking. "Finger me. Get me wet and hot." She jerked her hips, trembling.

Hank, always willing to oblige, plunged his finger into her cunt. She was moist. He twisted it, added another finger.

"Oooooo, Hank," she moaned. "I'm getting hot. Unnn, yesss!" She kept the image of her husband fucking Carol in her mind. It helped block out her disgust for allowing Craig to talk her into this.

Her cunt muscles tugged at his fingers. Juices began to flow, coating his exploring fingers in warm soupy pussy-cream. "You're getting it now, baby," he groaned. "Getting wet and mushy."

"Unnnn, I know," she moaned. "Oooooo, I know." She humped her cunt, gouging her pussyhole on his blunt, stabbing fingers. "Make me cream. Get me wet for your cock." She let herself go completely. If Craig ever talked with Hank, she didn't want Hank complaining. It would serve Craig right to have another man brag about how good his wife was in bed!

Hank jabbed his fingers into her cunt. He used his free hand to explore the rest of her lush body, her hips, thighs, tits, and firm jiggling ass. His prick was aching. "How about me, baby? I've got a cock that's dying to get acquainted with you."

For a moment shock zoomed through her body. But she shoved it from her mind. "Ooooo, Hank." She couldn't move. His fingers were driving her crazy!

Hank pulled his juicy fingers from her pussy and leaned back. "I need a little now," he said. He rubbed his crotch, his eyes glued to her naked body. "Take a look at what's going to make you howl."

Eileen dropped to the floor. Shyly, her passion helping her over the awkwardness, Eileen pulled down his zipper. She fished inside Hank's pants and lugged out his cock.

"Ummmmm, give it a kiss," he moaned. Her fingers were hot, sweaty against his throbbing shaft.

She stared at his cock, her violet eyes glazed with desire and anger. She battled the conflicting emotions. An image of Carol and Craig fucking tipped the scales.

"It's big," she sighed, her voice wavering a little. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Really big."

"Give it a kiss, baby," he moaned.

Tentatively, Eileen brought her mouth to Hank's cock. She kissed his prick and shuddered. Not having his fingers gouging out her cunt caused some of her passion to fade. She leaned back.

"Fuck me, Hank. I'm not ready for anything else."

"Next time," he said. "You'll be more relaxed."

She lay back on the floor, legs spread, eyes fixed on Hank as he stripped off his clothes. There will be no next time, she vowed. Never again! "Hurry, Hank," she sighed, afraid that if he didn't fuck her soon, she'd chicken out completely.

"I'll be right there, baby. Keep it hot for me."

Eileen rubbed her body urgently, keeping the embers of passion alive. She stared at Hank. His cock was jutting out a mile. Stripped of his clothes, he was lean and well muscled. She gulped.

Hank leered hotly down at Eileen's lush, naked body. "You're gorgeous, baby."

"Take me, Hank." She kept her legs spread, writhing, enticing him to fuck her.

Hank dropped to the floor. He stretched his lean, muscled frame over Eileen's soft, supple body. His cock and balls swung heavily between his legs. Stiff-armed, he stared into her face.

"Put it in," he whispered.

Eileen trembled as she reached down between them to find his cock. Shivers of panic and desire swept through her. Stretching, she gouged Hank's cock through her pussy. The head of his prick slipped between the folds of her pussy, clogging the entrance to her cunt. She brought her hand away.

"Slow, Hank. Do it slow."

Hank moaned. The heat around his bloated cockhead sewed through his shaft and into his balls. "Whatever you say, baby," he groaned. "We got all night. Carol will keep Craig busy until dawn."

Eileen cringed inside but hid it from Hank. She brought her hands up, caressing his broad shoulders and muscled arms. "Fuck me, Hank."

Hank adjusted his body. "Like this?" He eased his hips forward, sinking his long thick cockmeat into her pussy an inch at a time.

"Unnnn, yesss," she moaned. "Slower. Slower!" She was tight, moist, no longer wet and juicy as she had been.

Hank stopped. It was like fucking a virgin!

It made his blood boil. He felt the clinging muscles of her cunt against his shaft. His face tightened. The urge to rum her into the floor was overwhelming. Still, he fought it, winning. He'd give her what she wanted.

Moving slower, he slipped the rest of his cock into her tight clutching pussy. His nuts rumbled. His breathing hissed out through clenched teeth.

"Owwwww, Hank," she sighed. "Owwwww." She rolled her hips. The action made her tits jiggle.

Hank grunted. He was buried to the hilt. She was a furnace, a moist furnace, that kept his nuts churning at the boiling point. He eased back, dragging his prick out until only the head was still buried.

"Unnnn, Hank." She wallowed in his slow, painstakingly arousing strokes. The juices began to flow again. Passion was enveloping her lush, writhing body. "Faster, Hank. A little faster!" She was getting caught up in her first adulterous fuck.