Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

I tried to sound disappointed about it, but I'm sure she could tell I was ecstatic. In the back of my mind I wondered if perhaps the executive committee was just a cover for the fact that Howard had something going with his secretary.

Probably not, I decided. She was twenty pounds overweight and ate chocolate covered cherries all the time. Even Howard was more discriminating than that.

I took a long bath, but just as I got out to dry myself off, the phone rang again. I almost didn't answer it, but at the last minute decided it might be important.

"Hello?"

"Is this Carol?" came a soft, syrupy woman's voice with a drawl that could mean only one thing; she was from the South.

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm so glad I caught you at home. This is Virginia Hoffheinz, Roy's wife. But you can just call me Ginny. I understand you're the new luncheon hostess?"

"That's right."

"Well, I just wanted to welcome you to the family. You know we think of everyone that works for Roy as part of the family."

"That's very nice of you." Jesus, she was strange. But that voice…

"Now I was wondering, Carol, are you doing anything right now?"

"Now? Well, no…"

"Good. Then why don't you come over and have a glass of wine with me?"

"I don't know?"

"We could get to know each other and besides, this big ole place gets lonely when Roy's not around."

"Well…"

"I'll see you in half an hour, all right."

I hesitated. What the hell? "All right."

She seduced me. I doubt I was even much of a challenge; once I laid eyes on her I think we both knew it was going to happen.

First she took me into her redwood sauna. I'd never been in one before, but she told, me that it was something she liked to do for all her guests.

"Now if you want, you can put on a swim suit." I looked at her.

"Will you be wearing one?"

"Me? Heavens no, girl."

"Then I won't ether."

She nodded, then stepped into the dressing room beside the door to the sauna. I paused for a moment, trying to take all of this in.

It was a bit much.

She was a good deal older than I was, but was just as sexy as her voice had indicated. Her hair was black, and she had soft, dark skin that just begged to be touched and caressed.

A moment later she stepped out of the little dressing room and into the sauna, her naked body flashing in front of me for an instant.

She was beautiful.

There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on her body, and her skin tight and firm. She was slim like a model, with small, perfectly formed tits and a flat smooth stomach.

I got undressed as quickly as I could and followed her inside. I was ready for her, and unless I missed my bet, she we ready for me.

Inside was hot; she was already beginning to perspire, sitting on the second of two shelve, along the wall across from the heated rocks which were making the room so warm.

"Lie down, hon. Right there."

Glancing casually at my body, she reached down beneath the lower bench and produced a large bucket which was filled with water and a sponge. I could fell from the way she looked at me that she was pleased with my body, and the realization that I might be turning her on as much as she was exciting me made my cunt begin to flow.

Then her hands were all over my body, rubbing soapy water into me as my tits immediately jumped to attention, the nipples vowing hard as a rock in spite of the heat.

"Relax," she purred.

I tried.

"You're not relaxing."

"I'm trying."

Suddenly she slipped a finger inside my cunt.

Then she was all over me. The soap that covered my front made our bodies slip and slide as she rubbed her chest into mine. At first I didn't know what to do; after all, except for feeling Jocelyn's tits this afternoon, I had never really done anything with a woman.

As soon as her lips landed on mine, parting to allow her tongue to come out, I knew there wouldn't be any problem. Everything was natural, and before long I was rubbing and grinding against her as if I had been doing this sort of thing all my life.

It was fantastic.

She was absolutely the most sensuous person I had ever been around in my life, and she seemed to know exactly what to do to please me the most.

When I could stand being relatively passive no more, I reached up with my hands and began to feel her tits. They were incredibly firm and hard, especially for someone her age, and as my fingers ran over them, the nipples got as hard as my own.

She was amazing.

Later we were outside in the living room. I was wearing a light gown she had loaned me and we were both sipping on snifters of brandy.

I knew she had something in mind for what we were going to do next, but I wasn't certain what it was. Now we were both tingling with an anticipation which couldn't be denied much longer.

"Hon?"

"What?"

"You want to have some fun?"

"I'm already having fun, believe me…"

She smiled.

Then she reached into a drawer and pulled something out that made me gasp. I'd heard of this sort of thing before, but had never seen it.

It was a dildo. And a vibrator. The entire thing was about eight inches long, white with little ridges that ran up and down its length.

"You want to go first?"

"That's all right. You go ahead." I tried to be nonchalant about it, but it was no use. My voice quavered; I'm sure she knew this was a totally new experience for me.

She took her clothes off, revealing her naked body once again in a way that caused me to churn and foam inside my unfulfilled cunt. Her ma seemed to beckon me, but it was her cunt that attracted most of my attention now.

The hair we black and soft as velvet. As she brought the humming tool toward it I could see little drops of moisture beading up mound the entrance, and I knew what she was turned on right now as I was.

She touched the pointed end of the vibrating tool to her outer pussy lips.

"Ummmmmmmm."

I just watched.

Then, with two fingers, she spread the lips apart, revealing the rich, pink moistness of her inner chamber. There were sticky rivulets of hot cream everywhere.

The vibrator pushed inside.

Almost immediately I saw something that made my cunt go wild. Her clit, almost hidden until now, began to swell and grow, becoming a reddish color as the edge of the vibrator pulsed against it.

"I just love it."

"Love what?" I whispered, wanting to draw her out of the fog that seemed to be settling around her.

"I just love feelin' my clit come to life like that. Can you see it, hon?"

I nodded, and she returned my nod with a contented smile.

"Now watch, hon."

She began to push the vibrator into her cunt, sliding it pass her clit and into the deep, pulsing walls beyond. Bit by bit, inch by inch, it disappeared, until finally there was nothing left but the very end of the tool.

"Mmmmmmmmm…" she groaned, her entire body evidently alive from the sensation the machine was sending through her.

Her breathing became labored, and I could tell that it wouldn't take her long to reach the climax that both of us had been denied earlier. For a moment I thought she was going to plunge the vibrator in and out of her like a cock, but she didn't. Instead, she took her hand away from it and began to feel her own tits.

"God, hon, this is good. So good, I love it."

Her hands were all over her tits now, rolling and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples while she rolled and twisted on the couch.

"God hon, I'm gonna come."

Her breasts were jumping all over the place now, flying up and down with a force that sent them bouncing from her hands.

"Ohhhh yeah, hon, this is it. This is the best… it's soo aaagggghhhhh! Ohhh Goddd… oooohhhhh!"

When she came it was as if her entire body was going to go into mad convulsions. Her back arched, her tongue shot out of her mouth and her legs began to kick wildly.