Bob Wallace - Hot fun wife

Monica grinned, glad for the company. It would keep her mind off Steve. "I planned on getting drunk."

"Now you can have company." Lois looked over Monica's lush body as she sipped vodka. "You're dressed for action. Anyone I know?" There was a glint in her eye.

Monica blushed, surprised she looked so obvious. "I might be," she said, her tits bouncing loosely under her dress as she climbed up on the other stool.

"Oooooo, I can tell," Lois said, admiring the joggling of Monica's tits. "No bra, probably no panties." She licked her lips. "Steve working again?"

It was like pouring salt into an open wound. Monica winced, then recovered nicely. "He'll be home later. Probably around dinner time."

"Gives you plenty of time to enjoy. Right?"

"Maybe," Monica said, crossing her legs.

Lois noticed the smooth creamy complexion of Monica's skin. Her heart skipped. "I noticed you didn't stay long last night at the party."

"I had a headache."

Lois couldn't help but giggle. "I guess Jeff had a headache too."

Monica choked on her drink. Her face turned red. "I don't… know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do, Monica. I'm not a dummy. Neither is Frank."

"Your husband? I don't understand." She wasn't sure she wanted to either.

Casually, Lois sipped her drink, holding Monica in suspense. "I noticed Jeff leave, then you. I got curious and slipped out the back door. I was surprised too… saw you sneak into the garage."

Monica let out her breath. There was no sense denying it. "So? I'm not the first woman to cheat. Besides, Steve is cheating on me."

"Hey, I don't care." Lois grinned. "I enjoyed watching."

"Watching?" Monica was shocked.

"Frank too," Lois said.

Monica's mouth dropped. "Frank? Jesus Christ! How… where?"

"After I saw the light go on in the garage I walked over and peeked through the window. Once I saw what was going on, I went back and got Frank." She paused, enjoying Monica's embarrassment. "Frank thinks you're fantastic."

Monica shivered. "You both… watched… everything?"

"Everything worth seeing. You can really use your mouth." Lois' voice was throaty, the tone subtle, taking on a sexy quality. "I saw the pleasure all over Jeff's face."

The conversation was affecting Monica. She found herself growing hot. Knowing someone had watched her fucking with Jeff did something she had never thought possible – it made her hot and excited.

Lois noticed this and decided to capitalize on it. "You gave Frank a hard-on that nearly busted through his pants."

In spite of her embarrassment, Monica giggled. She took another long pull on her drink. "I should be mad, but I'm not."

"The idea appeals to you, huh?" Lois licked her lips, making her full mouth glisten.

Monica nodded. "What did Frank say?" Her voice had turned breathless. Her heart was skipping wildly. She wanted to know all the details of her neighbor's spying.

"He wished he were Jeff. When Jeff was fucking you on the hood of the car, Frank almost creamed. I did too. You're gorgeous naked."

A lump clogged Monica's throat. She didn't know what to say.

"Frank fucked me like crazy once we got home. I think he was pretending I was you. We talked about you and it turned us both on."

Monica was shocked. "Doesn't it bother you, what Frank was thinking?"

"Shit, no," Lois said. "It turned me on. In fact…" She lowered her voice. "While Frank was tonguing my pussy, I pretended it was your mouth."

Monica became dizzy from what she was hearing. "You know what you're saying?"

"Ooooo, I know," Lois sighed, blatantly staring at Monica's tits as they appeared to swell. "Seeing you naked and making it with Jeff gave Frank and I the hots. We both want you." She let the knowledge sink in, saw that it had, then continued. "Maybe even share you."

Monica's head was spinning. She stared at her friend, trying to see if she was joking. She wasn't. "Whew, I don't know what to say."

"What to say?" She gave Monica a hot sizzling smile. "You never made it with another woman?"

Breathless, Monica shook her head. "Never."

"How about with two people?"

The questions boggled Monica's mind. "Except for Jeff, Steve's the only man I've ever done anything with."

"Holy shit. You're practically a virgin." Lois squirmed on the barstool. "I'm creaming just thinking about it."

Monica blushed. "Did you see the boy working in our garage?"

Lois' eyes flickered with lust. "Yes. Nice looking hunk."

"I sucked him off in the garage."

Lois laughed. "There's hope for you yet." She polished off her drink. "Do you have this thing with making it in garages? First Jeff, now this kid?"

Monica, high on passion, giggled. "I don't think so. I brought Kenny up to my bedroom, and we fucked."

"How is he in bed?"

"Built like a man. He drove me crazy."

Monica stood, stretched, her huge tits straining against the loose-fitting blouse she was wearing. She combed her fingers through her thick red hair. "Maybe I should try him. I've never done it with a kid." She winked. "Except when I was one myself."

Monica couldn't keep her gaze away from Lois' bulging tits. Her mouth was dry, and she quenched it with more vodka. "He's a little shy."

"Oh, I can fix that." Lois noticed where Monica's blue eyes were staring. "If you think the kid drove you crazy, wait until you have Frank shoving his cock up inside you."

Monica was stunned. "You wouldn't care? I mean… wouldn't it make you jealous?" The idea of making it with Frank had her pussy pulsing.

"Why should I mind?" She winked, then saw the way Monica continued staring at her. "I'd have fun with you, too, right?"

Monica was speechless. Her mouth dried up again, and she swallowed the rest of her vodka. The room reeked of sexuality. She saw Lois' nipples harden beneath her blouse. She felt dizzy.

"You keep staring at my tits. You want to see them?"

Unable to stop herself, Monica nodded. "Yes," she said weakly. She licked her lips, wondering, secretly hoping Lois would take off her blouse.

Lois sauntered to the center of the large living room, her hips swaying provocatively. She turned, faced Monica, her green eyes glowing. "I think we're going to have a ball today," she sighed.

Monica was mute. Her hazy blue eyes were fixed on Lois nimble fingers as she worked the buttons open. Her breath caught in her throat.

Lois had her blouse open. She slipped it off her shoulders, let it fall to the floor. "Mmmmmm, Monica. I always get hot when I strip." She brought her hands up, massaged her own fleshy tits. "I'm as big as you."

Monica gazed hotly at her horny neighbor. "They're beautiful."

"How about you, Monica? You didn't seem to mind stripping for Jeff. How about giving me a treat?"

Booze and passion, laced with neglect and jealousy, caused Monica to stand. Boldly, she eased the zipper down her back. As if by magic, her clinging silk dress peeled from her body and melted to the floor. She stood naked, primed for anything sexual. "Is it better than peeking through a window?"

"Much better," Lois gasped, dining on Monica's lush naked body. She stepped close, spanned Monica's tits with her hands and squeezed. "Unnnnn, much better!"

"Oooooo, yes," Monica moaned, dizzy with passion as her friend fondled her tits. Without thinking, she brought her hands to Lois' large fleshy globes. "Ummmm, I like playing with your tits. It's so… erotic sexy."

"Mmmmmm," Lois purred. "Frank is going to love you." She released Monica's tits, pressed her body against her and wrapped her arms around her. "You're so soft and hot."

Dizzy, her head in the clouds, Monica circled her arms around her friend. Lois' perfume, soft sizzling flesh, and whimpering sighs drove Monica insane. "God, Lois. I never thought this could be so much fun."