Don Scott - The hottest wife

"I never thought it could feel that good, Nurse Simmons," Art said, pushing the hair from my face. "That was the best cum I've ever had."

"I enjoyed it also," I said, pleased with the strong aftertaste his jism left in my mouth. "And in case you're interested, it was a first for me, too."

I gave Art his shot after promising to give his cock the same oral treatment again and left the room, looking a little disheveled. A quick stop in a bathroom got my hair and cap back in place. Only my lipstick, which had smeared off on Art's hard prick, left a trace of guilt on my looks.

When the alarm went off Jeff jumped out of the bed and headed for the shower. I got up after the water started and combed my hair and put on fresh make-up, then went into the bathroom dressed in my usual T-shirt and panties.

"Hey, honey," I said, looking at his naked body through the shower door. "I'm really sorry about how I've been acting lately. I promise I'll behave myself from now on."

"I was wondering if you'd apologize. If you're big enough to do that then I guess I'm big enough to forgive you for your sins."

"I hoped you would understand. Want me to make you any breakfast?"

"Naw, I'm going to eat at the office," he said, shutting, the water off. Knowing that he wouldn't like me to see his naked body, I got the hell out of the bathroom and slipped back into bed.

When I heard Jeff leave the apartment I got out of bed again and decided just what clothes I would need to get the fucking I needed. I finally narrowed the necessities down to a garter belt, several pairs of hose and some bras with the clasp between the breast (making it easy to get to my tits without taking my uniform completely off).

I started the coffee pot going, then opened the door to get the morning newspaper. Just as I was bending down to pick it up, my next-door neighbor opened his door to get his paper.

"Good morning," I said cheerfully, leaning against the edge of the door and giving him a good view of my slender legs and baby blue bikini panties.

"Oh… hi!" he said, grinning sheepishly. "I don't believe we've met yet. I'm Steve Jordan."

"I'm Amber Simmons," I replied, walking across the hall, hand extended. Steve was dressed just in a bathrobe.

"Hello," he said, shaking my hand as his eyes looked down my body.

"How long have you lived here?" I said, feeling a little foolish about standing in the ball as scantily dressed as I was. My nipples hardened into little buds as I looked up at Steve's face. They made sharp points, pushing out visibly against the T-shirt.

"Not long. Just a month. Listen, would you like to have some coffee?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I said, walking past him into his neatly arranged apartment.

I plopped down on a chair and crossed my legs, looking at Steve innocently while knowing that he was lusting for my body.

Steve poured two cups, setting one in front of me before pulling a chair close to mine. There was a slight bulge at the crotch in his bathrobe.

"I've seen you around some," he said nervously, "and I wanted to meet you. Surprising how people can live so close to each other but never get together, isn't it?"

"Yes, it certainly is," I replied, folding my arms under my tits to make them look even larger. Steve's eyes traveled from my face to my tits, then back again. The lump at his crotch grew more, straining against whatever it was he wore under the robe.

"You're married, aren't you?"

"No, but my husband is," I said with a laugh. I got up and paced around the kitchen. Everything was in its place, nothing was disorderly or dirty. "You do keep a neat apartment."

"I try," Steve said, standing up. He walked over to me, resting his hands on my shoulders. "Do you always walk in someone's apartment dressed the way you are?"

"Not always, just when I'm feeling dangerous." Steve pulled me against his bulging hard-on and tried to kiss me on the mouth. I turned my head to one side and he kissed my smooth neck.

"Please, Steve," I said, feigning annoyance. "I don't take my little visit here for anything more than what it is!"

"You can't just stand there with a body like yours and expect me to act like a gentleman," he said, nuzzling my neck and squeezing my asscheeks.

Steve slipped his hands under the tight elastic waistband of my panties and grabbed my firm butt, pressing my crotch against his.

"Get your hands out of there!" I said without much conviction, pushing him away. "I never should have come here in the first place. I assumed you would conduct yourself like a gentleman!"

Steve pulled me close again and I jabbed at his stomach with my fingernails, not so much trying to scratch him as trying to tickle him. As intended, he burst into laughter and backed away from me. Advancing, I grabbed at his stomach again, joining him in laughter.

"Ha! I'm so… ha ha ha! I can't stand it," he cackled, backing away from me, trying to cover his stomach with his hands.

It was no accident that my hands untied the belt of his robe. I noticed he was wearing only shorts under the robe.

"Okay you little vixen," Steve said, his cock pressing hard against his shorts. "Now I'm going to give you the spanking you've been asking for!"

Steve started for me and I dashed out of the way, rushing through the living room into his bedroom. Steve made a lunge for me and missed, falling flat on the bed. I vaulted his bed, suddenly finding myself in a corner without any escape. When he trapped me I grabbed his face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then ducked under his arm and jumped on the bed once again.

"You hedonist!" I shrieked, attacking his ticklish stomach once again. Steve caught my wrists and threw me down on the bed. Before I really knew what was happening he had my wrists and was tying them together with the belt from his robe. For a brief moment I was afraid he would hurt me, then he twisted me onto my back and I knew he wouldn't do anything terrible to me.

"You hot-blooded vixen! Now you're going to get it but good!" Steve curled his fingers in the band of my bikini panties and tried to pull them down my legs. When I curled my knees up, pulling them close to my tits, he merely ripped my panties to shreds, throwing them against the wall.

"This is rape," I said, trying to sound serious. "You can be put in prison for this!"

I got my knees under me as Steve was trying to grab my tits and dashed toward the door, hands tied behind my back. Steve caught me before I even got close (thank goodness) and twisted me around to face him. His hot lips mashed down against mine and I opened my mouth to accept his wet, hungry tongue. With my honey-colored twat naked to his gaze and my hands tied behind my back, I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he got down to business and rammed his hard cock up my pussy.

Steve grabbed the straps of my T-shirt and jerked them over my shoulders and down to my elbows, stretching the shirt tightly around my middle. My tits wiggled seductively, the areolas a deep brown and the pebble-like nipples almost begging for attention.

"Jesus, what jugs! Just look at those jugs!" Steve hissed. He grabbed my boobs from the underside and squeezed them, causing the nipples to stand out even more prominently. He flicked his tongue over one rosy bead, then gave it a little nip with his teeth. A tremor of passion bolted through my body, causing my tits to shake a little. Steve kissed one nipple for a while, then transferred his attentions to the other nipple.

"Steve, you're driving me crazy," I whined, feeling my pussy become wet with cunt juice.

"I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you beg for more, you little vixen," Steve replied, burying his face in the valley of my tits.

When he grabbed me by the elbow and started pulling me toward the bed, I didn't protest. My snatch was so hot for his prick I already was thinking of begging for him to fuck me. He pushed me on the bed and I wiggled over until I was in the middle. It bothered me a little to have my hands under the small of my back.