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Bob Wallace

Eager hot wife

CHAPTER ONE

Joanne Benson hurried from the kitchen and headed for the den to kiss her husband good-bye. She reached the foyer when the phone rang. Habit made her pick it up. Before she could speak, she heard her husband's familiar voice say hello.

"Hello, Mr. Benson," a voice she didn't recognize said. She held on for a moment, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm leaving in a few minutes, Darin," Brad Benson said. "You'll be ready?"

"I'm in place, Mr. Benson. I'm outside your house."

"Good," Brad said, feeling better.

"Your wife will have me on her tail for the rest of the week. There won't be a thing she'll do that I won't know about."

"I'll expect it all in your report when I come back from New York. Who she talks to, where she goes, everything."

"That's what you're paying me for," the strange voice said.

"Have the report in my office on Monday, a week today, with your bill. Don't send it to the house."

"I'm discreet, Mr. Benson." The man sounded annoyed, his professional pride questioned.

Joanne stood aghast, holding the phone stiffly in her hand, her mouth open in shock. Her husband's suspicions and devious ways angered her. The phone clicked dead and she gently laid the receiver back in its cradle.

"You dirty bastard," she muttered under her breath. She forced a smile and opened the door to the den.

"Joanne," Brad said, a broad smile on his handsome features. "I was just coming out to get you. I'm ready to leave."

"I see," she said, seething inside from his distrust. She latched her arm through his and walked him to the front door where his luggage was waiting.

"I'm going to miss you," he said, taking Joanne into his arms and kissing her, his cock rubbing into her belly.

"I'll miss you too," she purred, feeling his boner. "You sure there isn't time for a fast fuck? You're hard and I'm dripping."

"Christ, Joanne. You're always ready." His statement was half joke and half truth and the main reason he had decided to have a detective watch her. It was his first time away for a week since they were married three years ago. The way she loved fucking, he wanted to be sure he could trust her to be faithful.

"I'm always ready for you," she mewed, rocking her hips, and making his cock throb as it rubbed against her. "Always."

He looked at her with a twinge of guilt nagging him for not trusting her, but… he had to know for sure. He picked up his two bags as Joanne opened the door.

"You be good while you're gone," she teased as he tossed the bags in the trunk of the car. "Don't let your cock lead you astray."

"You keep your hot pussy in check too," he said, trying to be carefree about it, but unable to pull it off. He climbed in the car and started the motor.

"If I get too hot, honey," she winked. "I'll use my fingers." She bent down and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. "Mmmmmmm. I think I'll go up and get myself off now. Your kiss has me all achy inside my pussy."

Brad frowned. "I'll see you Friday night." He backed out of the driveway.

"Call me." She waved and waited until he reached the corner and turned. Dropping her false smile, she scanned the street, spotting the unfamiliar car halfway down the block. "Okay, you bastards," she said. "You'll both get what you want." She went back in the house, determined to give the detective plenty of opportunity to fill his book with her infidelities.

"If that's what you expect, dear Brad," she muttered to her reflection in the bedroom mirror, "then that is what you'll get!" She pulled her sweater and jeans off, anxious to begin her interesting week of follow the leader! She tore at her bra and panties, standing naked in front of the mirror.

She rubbed her ivory skin, her hands caressing the soft flesh and cupping her large creamy tits. "You're going to get plenty of action this week." She squeezed them and moaned.

With a hot and sexy smile on her lips, she sprayed her naked body with an erotic scent and walked to the closet, picking out a slinky dress that clung to her body like a magnet. She slipped it over her head and admired herself in the mirror, then brushed her lustrous, dark red hair as it rested on her, soft shoulders.

She giggled nervously, thrilled with the way she looked in the green silky dress that accentuated every hot curve of her luscious figure. It reflected her green eyes, making them sparkle like jade. Her tits pressed against the thin material, the nipples like rubber erasers.

She turned and hurried from the room, the hem of the dress licking her bare knees. In a way she was glad about Brad's rotten plan. It gave her a chance to satisfy all her hidden fantasies and show her husband what a bastard he was at the same time.

Outside, she heaved a deep sigh, her heart beating wildly in her breast. "I'm ready to leave, you fucking private dick," she cursed, climbing into her car and backing it out of the driveway. She pointed in his direction and slowly coasted down the street, catching a glimpse of him as she passed. She giggled at his obvious attempt to hide his face. She was tempted to wave, but she didn't want the bastard to know she was onto their dirty little game.

Joanne drove out of town, looking for someone, anyone to break the ice. Ideally, she was looking for someone she could fuck so the detective would have no doubt in his mind what she was doing. She wanted to make it as easy as possible for him. She glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing him behind her. She was excited and having a ball.

She sped down the highway, her body tingling with anticipation, her mind whirling over the possibilities of her first adulterous week. It was going to be like an erotic-dream. She eased up on the gas and pumped the brake, slowing as she approached a car on the side of the road, its hood up.

A man lifted his head out from under the hood and Joanne slammed on the brake, screeching to a stop about twenty feet in front of the disabled car. She grinned, seeing the detective slow, then pass. "Better keep your eyes open," she said, backing up. "The party is about to begin." Already, a plan was forming in her hot fertile mind.

She shut off the motor and leaned out the window. "Can I be of help?" she called.

The man walked to her car and peered in, ogling Joanne's beautifully chiseled, ivory complected face with a slash of red on her full mouth, breaking the soft sensuous pattern. "I'm waiting for the tow truck."

Joanne melted under his appreciative stare. "Maybe I can give you lift to the garage. I don't mind waiting, if you don't mind a little company." She stared at his crotch, wondering what his prick would be like.

"I'd love it," he said, opening the door for her and offering his hand.

Joanne climbed out, taking his masculine hand, his grip full of assurance. She leaned against his car, letting him take in all of her beauty as she posed. She spotted the detective's car driving by on the other side of the road and she giggled.

"Something funny?" the stranger asked, coming closer to her, his body almost touching hers.

"No." She enjoyed his closeness. She tilted her head, her mouth inches from his. "You're a very handsome man."

"You're very beautiful," he complimented, leaning against her, applying just the right amount of pressure to add stimulation to the contact.

"Forward too," she purred, feeling just a hint of his cock against her belly. It was exciting and already her pussy was beginning to moisten with the warm juices of her cunt.

"You don't seem to mind," he said, pushing his cock harder into her soft belly. He rested his hands on her full curvaceous hips. "You have got to be the sexiest thing I've come across in months."

"Thank you for the compliment." She was overjoyed by his boldness. It was making things easier for her. She glanced down the highway, spotting the detective driving back along the crowded highway, a tow truck a few car lengths behind him. She placed her arms around the stranger's neck, wanting to give the detective a sample of things to come. "I think the tow truck is here."

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