Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

Hank's face was tinted with triumph. He was turning her on. He could see it in her flushed face, glassy eyes, and most of all in her sopping wet, overheated pussy.

He kept his strokes long and tantalizing, but quickened the pace. "Like this, baby?" he groaned, already knowing the answer by the pulsing beat of her cunt muscles.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, writhing on her floor. "Yes!" She humped up, driving her cunt along his cock. She lunged up again, catching his rhythm and smashing her soft body into him each time he plunged clown.

Passion had taken over completely. She was a slave to her senses, her lust, to the cock that was wreaking havoc on her cunt. "Oh, Hank. Oooo, Hank!"

Hank plowed forward, driving her squirming body back into the carpet. He lunged, groaned, his cock swallowed up quickly by the cushiony wetness of her pulsating pussy. Again and again, he drilled his throbbing prick into her cunt. His balls swelled and his prick felt as if it were going to burst at the seams.

Eileen absorbed his jabbing thrusts. She clawed his arms, his shoulders, his hairy chest. "Hank. Faster! Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me!"

Her cunt was an overheated oven. It beat against his plowing shaft. He jabbed hard, groaning as Eileen lunged up to meet him. "Baby! Baby!"

Eileen twisted her hips. She felt his cock inside her. She used her cunt muscles to milk his shaft, igniting the fuse to his bubbling cumfilled nuts.

"Make me cum, Hank. Make me cream!" Her tits flopped, the nipples – like Hank's cock – ready to burst.

Hank wanted to give his screaming neighbor what she needed. He shortened his strokes, packing all the power he possessed into the shorter jabs. Hard, violent stabs cut through the soupy ooze of her cunthole. He grunted, taking her quickly toward an explosive orgasm.

"I feel it coming!" she screamed. "I feel it coming!" She bucked under his pounding body. Her legs curled around his driving hips. Her heels dug into the small of his back. Thrashing wildly under his powerful thrusts, Eileen creamed.

"I'm cuming!" she shrieked. "I'm cuming!" She went insane, her body exploding.

Hank knew it. His cock was stabbing through the stormy goo of her erupting cunt. Hard punching jabs kept Eileen creaming, hovering at the peak.

"Cum, baby. Cum!"

"I am! I am!" She kicked her heels into his back. Her hips swung in a tight, frenzied arc.

Her tits floundered on her chest, the nipples sore. She lifted up to meet his punishing blows.

"Cum too," she wailed. "Cream me, Hank. Fuck me to death!" She went out of her mind. She clung to his shoulders, raked them with her nails. Her upper body twisted and her hips rolled. "Cum, fucker, fill me with your cum!"

Hank couldn't hold back any longer. His balls erupted. Hot thick stringy gobs of cum gushed through his prick, shot out through his pisser and white-washed Eileen's sopping wet pussy.

"I'm cuming," he roared. "I'm cuming!"

"Yes, I feel it!" The hot squirting cum from Hank's cock triggered more explosive orgasms in Eileen's cunt. "I'm cuming again," she squealed. "I'm creaming. Ahhhhhh, Hank! Hank!"

Her legs shot out straight, stiffening. She began to shake. Her arms fell to the floor, her fingers balling into fists. She pounded the floor as Hank pounded her.

Hank's cock blasted a steady stream of thick cum. It flooded Eileen's pussy, overflowed her clinging lips. "I got more, baby," he bellowed, lunging into her cunt. "Take it all!"

Their cum mixed, blending into a gooey ooze. It dribbled down the cheeks of her ass, over his swinging balls. It squished between them as they lunged maniacally into each other.

Eileen groaned, lunging up. She curled her stiff legs again, kicking her heels into his jabbing hips. She grabbed him and clung to him, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Hank battled the twisting, writhing, screaming housewife beneath him. She was clinging to him like an octopus. She was all arms and legs, and a pussy that was draining his nuts like a vacuum. He collapsed, crushing her beneath him.

Eileen groaned, cushioning his weight. Her hips moved faster, gliding her cunt along his stabbing shaft. Her screams were now muffled against his neck and she clung to him while her body was exploding in wave after wave of exquisite orgasms.

Hank groaned, his mouth clamped to her neck. He felt her nipples burn into his chest as she twisted and squirmed beneath him. His hips jabbed and his cock sliced into her.

Grunting, moaning, their flesh slapping wetly into each other, they climaxed again. Fused together in the last of their orgasms, they shuddered, moaned, then stopped, their bodies still twitching.

Hank eased off, his cock popping from her pussy. He rolled onto his back and saw Eileen's husband standing there. His face lit up with surprise. "Craig. What happened? Carol… where's Carol?"

Shock registered on Eileen's face. "Craig… what?"

Craig forced a tight smile. "Hey, don't let me stop you two." He strode to the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a drink. He looked at Eileen. She was getting dressed. "You two have fun?"

"Hell, yeah," Hank said. "Eileen takes a little warming up, but once she starts, look out."

"I noticed," Craig said flatly.

Eileen had finished dressing. Her eyes darted from Craig, who was sitting like a statue in the chair, to Hank who was slowly dressing. She looked at her husband and felt as if she were staring at an active volcano.

"How come you came back here?" Hank asked, fixing his pants. "Usually Carol won't let anyone out of bed until dawn." He winked. "She tire you out, buddy?"

"Sort of," Craig said. His gray eyes glared at Eileen. "I didn't think it would be an all night party."

Hank had finished dressing. "Maybe next time, huh, buddy?" He winked at Eileen. "See you two tomorrow."

"Right," Craig said. His hand held the glass tight. His knuckles were white. His jaw was firm, his eyes slits. When the door closed, he turned his attention to Eileen.

She looked away, ashamed. "How long were you watching us?"

"Long enough," he said flatly.

"How was Carol?" she snapped.

"Great." He sneered. "I could see you were having a blast."

"It was your idea," she said, her voice cutting. "I didn't want to do this."

"You couldn't tell by your actions."

"What do you want from me?" she said, tears filling her eyes. "You begged me to go to bed with Hank so you could fuck his darling wife. I didn't plan on enjoying myself. I fought, but Christ, Craig… I'm human." She wiped her eyes, sniffed back her tears. "You look at me like I'm some kind of tramp."

He didn't answer.

"Is Carol a tramp?"

"Yes," he said. "She's a tramp."

"Then I guess that makes me a tramp too." She couldn't hold back her tears. "It was your idea, damnit to hell! I only did it because I love you."

Craig snickered and finished his drink.

"I'm going up to shower, then I'm going to bed and forget this ever happened. I never intend to see ow talk to either Carol or Hank again. You coming?" She had blurted it all out in one long breath.

His voice was tight, his face lined with a jealous rage. "I'm going to get drunk."

"Suit yourself." She stormed from the room and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Craig went back to the kitchen, picked up the bottle. He didn't need a glass.

Dragging his feet, he wandered back into the living room and stared at the floor where he had seen Hank fuck his wife. He closed his eyes and gulped the fiery Scotch. It wasn't working out the way he had expected.

Eileen blinked against the morning sun. She stretched and shivered as the memories of last night came rushing, back to haunt her. She reached over, needing Craig, needing his comfort to help block the horror of her actions with Hank from her mind.