Bob Wallace: Hot horny housewife

Eileen Patton mixed the drinks. She heard the voices of her neighbors in the other room. She heard footsteps. "Craig, why aren't you out there with our guests?"

Craig circled his wife's lush body. "I came in here to get you hot." His hands slipped up and cupped her large creamy tits. He squeezed the pliant meat. "I'll bet Hank would sure like to be doing this," he said, snuggling his mouth against her neck.

"Craig!" Eileen said. "You'll make me spill the drinks."

Craig released her, leaned against the counter. "Hank thinks you're dynamite."

Eileen blushed. "So? I don't care." She looked at her husband. "You got that horny look in your eyes again. I'd better watch out."

"Yeah." He pulled her into his arms. "I think Hank wants to take you to bed."

Eileen squirmed up against him. "And I suppose you want me to go," she said.

"It might be a blast." He dropped his hands to the soft rounded flesh of her ass.

"What about Carol? Don't you think she'd mind – or have you three already decided things while I was making the drinks?"

"No, baby," he said, rubbing his hard cock into her body. "Hank's been trying all night to get close to you. Carol doesn't look as if she minds at all."

"I don't like it, Craig. I don't want to go to bed with another man. I love you."

"I know you love me, baby. Just one time. You make it with Hank. I'll make it with Carol."

"You're pretty sure of yourself. What happens if Carol doesn't go for it and I'm already committed to Hank?"

"No sweat. Carol wants to, I got a feeling."

Eileen kissed him. "Please, Craig. I don't want to do this." Her violet eyes filled with tears. "Please don't make me."

"Just this once, baby. We got nothing to lose."

"What about our marriage?"

"We love each other too much to let it hurt our marriage. If it doesn't work out, we've lost nothing."

"No, Craig," she said.

"I'm going in the other room and I'm counting on you. Don't let me down." He picked up the tray of drinks and left, leaving Eileen alone.

"Damn him," she muttered. She slammed her fist down on the table. "I won't do it." She regained her composure and left the kitchen to join her new neighbors.

Eileen stepped into the front room. Her heart dropped. Craig was on the chair. Carol was sitting on his lap. She steeled herself. Instead of running from the room and crying, she put on a plastic smile. If Craig wanted a switch party, she would do it for him.

"You two look pretty chummy." Eileen kept her voice even. She walked over to the couch, a smiling Hank ogling her every step.

"I hope you don't mind," Carol purred.

"But your husband is so cute!"

Eileen saw the hungry pleading look in her husband's eyes. "Not at all," Eileen purred back. "I think your husband's kind of cute too."

"Great!" Hank said. "You can sit right here beside me."

Eileen winked at her husband, her fake smile still on her lips. "I was planning to do just that." She eased down beside Hank, snuggled close and crossed her legs. Her dress slipped up her thigh, baring creamy flesh.

For a second, Craig watched as Hank slipped his arm around Eileen's shoulder. Inwardly he winced, but the scent of Carol's perfume and her soft squirming body erased, for the moment, his jealousy.

"I was worried about you," Hank said as he traced a finger over Eileen's knee. "Carol and I thought you might be some kind of prude."

"I'm no prude," Eileen said. She looked at her husband and Carol. It sickened her. They were kissing. "Craig and I have always wanted to try something exciting like this."

"I'm glad we moved into your neighborhood at the right time," Hank said. He pulled her close. He took a deep breath. "You feel great, Eileen."

"You feel pretty good yourself." Eileen forced herself not to look at her husband.

Hank sensed Eileen's hesitation. He dropped his hand over her shoulder and casually spanned a round, sexy globe of tittie flesh that was straining against her dress. "Will you look at Carol?" He shook his head. "She's not the least bit shy." His hand squeezed and he felt Eileen tense up.

Eileen looked. Carol's dress barely covered her panty-clad crotch. She was squirming in Craig's lap and Craig was massaging every part of her body. She wanted to scream, to end this nightmare, but she didn't. If Craig wanted it so much, she would go along with it – but just this once.

Hank brought his mouth to Eileen's ear. "You should relax a little." He squeezed his fingers into the soft yielding flesh of her tit. His other hand caressed the silky flesh of her inner thigh. "This is going to be a fun night."

"I know," she sighed. She squirmed around and licked her lips. Her violet eyes were misty with despair.

Hank took it for passion. He brought his mouth to hers and crushed her lips with his own. His tongue slipped into her open mouth, exploring.

A shudder swept through Eileen. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Craig. His hand was inside the top of Carol's dress, massaging her tits. Carol was whimpering like a bitch in heat. Eileen closed her eyes, throwing herself wholeheartedly into the game Craig had wanted to play so badly.

She sucked on Hank's tongue, combed her fingers through his dark, wavy hair. She felt his hand move under her dress and fought her instinct to stop him, relaxing herself, accepting, for a night, the hideous game of lust Craig had forced upon her.

"Nnnnn, honey," Hank moaned. "You've got a great mouth."

"So do you," Eileen sighed. "I got lipstick all over you."

Hank licked his lips. "Tastes great."

"Oooooo, Craig," Carol squealed as Craig's fingers slipped under her panties and into her dripping wet pussy. "Ooooo, you're so eager."

Eileen turned her head and bit her lip. She smiled. "Is my husband getting fresh?"

"Not fresh enough," Carol giggled. She pushed her dress back into place. "He's horny as hell."

Craig looked at his wife sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away."

"Isn't that what it's all about?" Eileen said, the biting edge to her words lost on the other three.

"Mmmmmm," Carol purred and grabbed Craig's hand, pulled him to his feet. "Do you mind if I borrow your husband for a while?" She winked. "There are a few things I need done over at the house."

"Not at all," Eileen lied. "I'll keep Hank company while you're gone." She looked at her husband, hating him. "Enjoy yourself."

"We will," Carol promised. She tugged on Craig's hand. "Let's go, honey. I'm creaming."

"Have fun, Eileen." Craig said, stopping for a moment at the door as Carol pulled on his arm impatiently.

"I'll make sure she does," Hank said, squeezing Eileen in his arms. "Take your time and don't worry about messing up the bed."

Craig was yanked out the door by a horny, anxious Carol. "C'mon, Craig honey. My panties are soaking wet." She pulled him across the street.

"I'm coming," Craig moaned, his eyes glued to the cheeks of Carol's jiggling ass as they hurried up the walk to the house. He pushed Eileen and Hank from his mind. Fucking Carol would be worth it.

"Oh, Craig," Carol gasped once they were in the house. "God," she threw herself into his arms. "You're a hunk and a half!"

"So are you, baby," Craig moaned. She was all soft and ready. He roamed her body, exploring the flesh beneath her tight dress.

"I know Eileen will have a ball. Hank's great between the sheets," Carol sighed.

Craig plastered his mouth to hers. He didn't want to know about what would be going on back in his own house. He squeezed the cheeks of Carol's ass. His cock was hard and aching, bulging painfully in his pants, pressing into the soft curve of her belly.

"Ewww, Craig," she gasped, coming off his mouth. "You're as anxious as I am."