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"Meet someone?" he asked, finishing her sentence.

"Maybe." This time she didn't avoid his eyes. She stared right into them.

Ted reached over and placed his hand on hers. "Maybe we can think of something to do to keep from being bored until the mechanic shows."

Eileen's heart leaped. "It's possible," she said breathlessly. She slipped her hand from his and stood. She was nervous, anxious, frightened, but determined not to change her mind. "You want more coffee?"

"What I want," Ted said, anxious to determine whether she was willing or just a sexy tease, "is you." He took her wrist and pulled her to his chair.

Eileen's breath escaped in tight pockets of rushed air. She froze, unable to move as Ted turned in his chair.

"Relax," Ted soothed. He brought his hands to her hips, caressed them, slid his hands down her side. "You're sexy as hell."

Eileen was too nervous to move or speak. She stared across the kitchen at the clock on the wall. Her insides were churning. I'm a tramp. I'm a tramp. Over and over again, she repeated the phrase in her mind.

Not getting any resistance, Ted's hands became bolder. He skimmed up her thighs, over her hips and around to the cheeks of her ass. "Nice, Eileen," he said, soothing her with her name. "You feel soft and sexy."

His hands and voice were calming her. She glanced down and amazement filled her. She was actually allowing a man – a complete stranger – to feel her ass! She swooned. "Don't," she protested, but it was too meek for Ted to take seriously.

He roamed her ass and brought his hands around to span her tits. His fingers urgently fused to the giant globes. "Soft," he moaned. "Soft."

"Oh, Ted," she moaned. The clock on the wall turned fuzzy as passion began to fill her body. "Ooooo. Ted!"

Ted heard her whimpering voice. He dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed. He didn't stop there. Skimming down the backs of her thighs, he touched flesh – sizzling flesh.

Eileen was shaking. She swayed, her insides raking in turmoil. His fingers stroking the backs of her knees and thighs were driving her wild.

"I'll bet," Ted groaned, his fingers drifting higher up the back of her thighs. "I'll bet you're wearing a pair of real sexy panties."

Eileen's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't wearing any panties! Panic gripped her. I'm a tramp, she told herself, a no good fuckin' tramp! Aloud, she said, "I'm not wearing any panties."

The knowledge tightened Ted's gut and swelled his balls. Still going slowly, his hands under her dress, he caressed her thighs. He was anxious to sample the soft flesh of her ass, but kept himself under control. His fingers finally touched her ass cheeks.

"Damn!" he muttered.

"I told you," Eileen said. "I'm not wearing a thing under this dress." She parted her legs, combed her fingers through his hair and stared across the room, trying to focus through her passion-glazed eyes at the clock on the wall. She couldn't.

Ted hands caressed her ass, kneaded the soft rounded curve of each cheek. "Baby," he moaned. "Jesus, you feel good."

Eileen concentrated on his words, allowing them to caress her, to block out the morals she had been raised with. "Don't spend all your time back there, Ted. Touch my pussy. Make it juicy."

Her velvet voice bombarded his senses. He skimmed his hands around her hips, down over her flat belly to the thick, curly thick of pussy hair that adorned her cunt.

"Ooooo, Ted. Ted!" She scratched her nails through his hair, caressing his face. Inching back, she stared down at his hands moving beneath her dress. It made her dizzy.

Ted's hand slipped between her parted thighs. His other hand came out from under her dress. He kneaded his way up her trembling body to her tits. His fingers curled around one fleshy globe as his other hand found the moist gash of her pussy.

Eileen began to shake. She was getting hotter – burning hot! She watched his hand maul her tit through her dress. As she gazed down, she visualized his hidden hand stroking her overheated pussy. "Ooooo, I'm creaming, Ted. Go inside my pussy. Make it real juicy."

Ted stroked the puffy lips of her cunt. Juice coated his fingers. He plunged two fingers into her. Pussy muscles gobbled him up, pulsing against the welcomed invasion.

"Oooo! Unnnn!" She rotated her hips, jerking, moaning. "Ooooo, Ted. I love it." She leaned into him, her legs unable to support her completely.

"Jesus," Ted groaned. He jabbed his blunt fingers into her cunt. Twisting his fingers inside her juicy pussy, he had Eileen quivering in bliss. His cock ached and felt as if it were going to burst through his pants.

Hot, crazed by Ted's finger-fucking and tit mauling hands, Eileen went into spasms. She wanted his hand on her bare tit. She tore at the top of her dress. The ripping of the material echoed in her head. One tit bounced free, the nipple swollen. She grabbed his hand off her other still covered tit and mashed it against her hot, jiggling flesh. She gasped.

Ted groaned. His fingers closed like a vise around her fleshy tit. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the pulpy tit. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the pulpy meat. Her nipple burned into his palm.

Eileen rolled her hips. Hot, buttery pussy juice flowed over Ted's invading fingers. She was out of her mind and loving every second of it.

Ted gouged her pussy with his fingers. He mauled her exposed tit. Hard upward jabs of his fingers had Eileen moaning and squirming against him.

"Make me cum, Ted. Make me cum all over your hand." Eileen was delirious. Passion raged out of control through her body. Driven by her husband's cruel words, she responded to Ted like a bitch in heat.

Ted dropped her tit and skimmed his hand down her back, and up her dress. He found her ass and cupped the tight cheeks in his splayed hand.

"Oh, Ted." She saw her exposed tit jiggle against his head. "Oh, God. Make me cum. Make me cum!"

Ted wormed his fingers between the cheeks of Eileen's ass. He scratched up and down the crack, stopping at the wrinkled asshole.

"Oooooo, what are you doing? What are you doing?" She was shaking, hovering at the peak, wanting, needing to cum.

"This," Ted grunted. He jabbed a finger into her asshole.

"Aghhhh!" she squealed. The sensation was painful – and exotic. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Eileen grabbed at her dress and pulled it up around her waist. "Make me cream, Ted. Please!"

With his head bent, Ted began chewing on her belly and hip. He sucked on her hot flesh, the scent of her turned-on cunt attacking his senses. He finger-fucked her pussy with quick, punching jabs. He gouged her asshole, twisting his fingers, torturing Eileen as she hovered at the peak.

"My clit, Ted, pinch my clit." Her head lolled on her shoulders; her thick black hair sprayed across her crimson face. Eyes bright like fire, she jerked her hips, humping, quivering towards her climax.

With his fingers deep in her cunt, Ted mashed his thumb against her hard, blood filled clit. He added another finger to her tight dry ass. With both her holes stuffed and her clit mangled by his thumb, Ted turned his arms into pistons, jamming his fingers in and out of her body.

"I'm cuming!" Eileen screamed. Her voice filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. "I'm cuming. I'm creaming. Ooooo, Christ!"

Hot frothy cunt-cum flowed from Eileen's exploding pussy. It drenched Ted's stabbing fingers, soaking the palm of his hand and dribbling down his wrist. Her insides were mushy, pulsing hotly against his twisting, jerking fingers.

"Harder, Ted. Harder! Rip me open!" She wanted pain, pleasure, anything. She jabbed with her ass, moaned as his fingers plowed deeper into her tight, narrow asshole.

"Aghhhh! It feels so good!"

She humped forward, mashing her clit against his stationary thumb. Back and forth she jerked her hips, feeding on his invading fingers.