Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

"Craig." The other side of the bed was empty. "Craig!" There was no answer. She stumbled out of bed.

Grabbing a silky robe, she wrapped it around her naked body and checked the bathroom. It was empty. She hurried barefoot out into the hall. "Craig?" No answer. "Damn him."

She ran down the stairs, her robe opening, licking at her ankles. Her tits plopped out, bouncing as she stormed into the living room.

"Oh, God!" The room was a shambles. The chairs were overturned. Two bottles lay empty on the floor. A lamp was broken, the pieces strewn about the carpet. "Oh, God."

She staggered into the living room. "Craig! Craig!" Dazed, she wandered to the kitchen, hoping he had passed out at the table. The kitchen was empty.

She stumbled back into the living room and saw the note. It was pinned to the wall. Her heart turned over and a knot filled her stomach. She pulled the note from the wall and fell on the couch to read it.

Tear-stained eyes followed Craig's drunken scrawl. "You bastard," she muttered. She read the last lines over and over again. "I can't live with a whore. I'm sorry."

She crumbled the note in her hand. "You bastard!" She tossed the note on the floor and stood, surveying the wrecked room. "I am not a whore! I did it for you! I did everything for you!"

Crying hysterically she stumbled from the living room and climbed the stairs.

In her room, she stared at her grim tear streaked face. Violet eyes, filled with hurt, stared back. She hated Craig, hated him with all her heart.

The memory of her creaming Hank's cock haunted her. "I am a whore," she sobbed. "Craig is right."

She turned from her reflection. "If Craig thinks I'm a tramp, and I know I'm a tramp, I might as well be one. My marriage is gone. I have nothing." She pounded her hands against the wall, knocking a picture to the floor. "It's your fault, Craig!" she wailed. "It's your fault!"

She went into the bathroom and rinsed her face. With her hurt buried under anger and rage, she applied makeup: lipstick, thick and bright-red; eyeshadow, dark and alluring. Finished, she stomped into the bedroom.

"I'll fix you, Craig, and enjoy myself like a whore should."

She laughed as she tore off her robe. Her tits bounced freely as she paraded to the bedroom window. She looked out, not caring who could see her. She pulled back the curtains, displaying her lush, naked body.

She spun on her heel and, rolling her hips, went to the dresser. She dabbed perfume between her thighs, between her tits, and on her neck. The erotic scent filled the room.

She stormed to the closet, threw open the door, and foraged inside for something sexy to wear. She grabbed a dress. "This will do nicely," she pursed.

She dropped the glimmering dress over her head. It melted down her body, clinging to every lush, naked curve like a coat of green paint. Her tits swelled, the nipples hard and pointy, poking against the clinging fabric.

With the dress licking deliciously at her knees, she crossed the room and slipped into a pair of high heels. They gave her long legs an added sexuality. She glanced back at her reflection and saw the way the dress clung to her hips and the cheeks of her ass. A spasm rippled through her body and a sizzling smile danced on her full mouth.

"I am ready to be what I am – a whore." She left the bedroom and went down the stairs. She forced herself to think of nothing, it was the only way to keep from being hurt again.

The phone rang. She stopped. Her heart skipped. "Craig." She rushed into the living room, winced as she saw the mess. She grabbed the phone. "Craig?"

"Sorry, honey," the hot sultry voice said. "It's just me, Carol. I thought maybe we could get together and have a little bull session over coffee."

Eileen was raging inside. She wanted to hate the sexy blonde, but knew it wasn't her fault. "I can't. I'm going out," Eileen said.

"Okay. Maybe this afternoon. Hank's at the golf course today. Where's Craig?"

Eileen bit her lip to keep from screaming. "He's out for the day. I think he's at the gym. Listen, I have to go."

"Sure, see you this afternoon, maybe."

"I'll try," Eileen lied. "Bye." She hung up and stood rigid for a moment. Ignoring her cyclone-struck living room, she walked toward the front door.

As she reached it, the doorbell chimed. "Goddamn!" she mumbled, wondering if she would ever get out of the house. She opened the door, a sullen look on her face. It changed quickly as she stared at the handsome young man. "Can I help you?" she purred.

"I hope so," he said, taking in Eileen's lush body. "My car broke down." He pointed down the street. "You mind if I use your phone to call for a tow?"

Eileen's heart leaped into her throat. "Sure, come on in. Use the phone in the kitchen. The living room's a mess." Excited, she took his hand. "I'm Eileen." She smiled hotly, her violet eyes glowing with promise.

"Ted… Ted Heinz." He felt the warmth of her hand, and his groin picked up on her hot smile, stiffening. "I really appreciate you letting me use the phone."

"It's my pleasure," she cooed. "This way." She turned and walked through the house to the kitchen, her ass swinging provocatively.

Ted followed, his eyes fixed on her swinging hips and jiggling ass. He let out his breath slowly. His groin was tight and his nose picked up the sensuous aroma of her perfume.

"There it is, on the wall." She smiled and made him brush by her to get to the phone. While he dialed, she sat on a chair, crossed her legs, and inched her dress up high, baring her long, sexy legs.

Ted finished, frowned. He hung up and turned around, his blue eyes popping at Eileen's bare legs. A tremor shot through his gut.

"Bad news?" she sighed. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know if she could go through with her plans.

"Yeah," Ted grumbled. "They can't get over here for at least an hour." He tore his eyes away from her legs. "Thanks for the use of the phone." He took a step, about to leave.

Eileen came off the chair. Without thinking of the consequences, she went to him and took his hand. "Sit down, have some coffee. There's no reason for you to sit out there alone." She tempted him with a smile and the gentle squeeze of her hand. "Call them back, tell them you'll be at this address, waiting. When they get here they can come and get you." She had rushed her words out in a single breath.

Ted wasn't about to turn down the luscious housewife's invitation. "Hey, thanks!" He called the garage back while Eileen made coffee.

Eileen trembled. She had to battle her emotions to keep herself from changing her mind. Determined to be exactly what Craig thought she was, she brought the coffee over to the table.

"How do you like it?"

"Hot," he said, feeling her hip against his shoulder.

"Me too," she cooed, pouring the steaming black coffee into both cups. She lingered, trembling inside.

Ted's nostrils filled with her perfume and the aroma of coffee. He pressed his shoulder against her hip and heard a soft sigh escape her lips. A grin crossed his face. It could be my lucky day, he thought.

Eileen sat near him, letting her knees touch his. "You're lucky," she said. "I was just on my way out."

"Very lucky," he said. His blue eyes concentrated on her tits bulging against the material of her dress. The touch of her knees held promise. Lonely, or just a tease? He couldn't decide.

Eileen knew she wanted him, but didn't know how. It was all new to her. She cleared her throat to speak, but nothing came out.

"You're very beautiful," he said, sipping his coffee.

Eileen blushed, avoided his sexy eyes. "Thank you."

"Where's your husband? Upstairs sleeping off a Friday night hangover?" He grinned.

"Oh, no," she said, licking her lips, keeping the red lipstick moist. "He's out for the day. I'm here all alone." Her violet eyes sparkled. "I was just going out to keep from getting bored, maybe meet…" She couldn't finish her sentence.