Bob Wallace - Hot willing housewife

Jessica scratched the back of his neck, down his rough bearded face. She opened her mouth, sucked his tongue as it plunged in. She squirmed, excited about getting fucked in a garage.

As his mouth dined on Jessica's eager lips, he pulled at her top, inching it up her body, over her tits. He ran his hands over smooth satiny skin.

Panting, Jessica broke the kiss. She eased out of his arms, tits fully displayed for his pleasure. "Let me take this off."

Clayton nodded, mouth open, eyes focused hungrily on the twin mounds of plump tittie meat. "Your shorts too," he rasped, swallowing the lump of passion that was growing in his throat.

"I will if you show me how big your cock is," she crooned, her body moving to an exotic rhythm. "Okay?"

"Glad to." With his eyes glued to her tits, he pulled down his zipper and lugged out his cock. He held it in his fist.

Jessica's eyes popped. "God! It is a tree!" He smiled. "I'm glad you like it." He pointed to her. "Now you. Strip!"

"With pleasure," she gushed. One swoop of her hands had her top off. "Like 'em?"

"As much as you like my cock."

"Ewww, that makes me feel good." She brought her hands up and caressed her own hot flesh. "Ooooo!"

"The shorts," he reminded her. He held his cock. It throbbed in his fist. "Let's see your pussy."

"My pleasure."

She hooked her fingers into the elastic of her terry shorts and eased them down over her full hips. Dark-blonde pussy hair peeked over her shorts. She saw the look in his eye, a look she had missed seeing in Roger's face for months. Then she forgot all about Roger and concentrated on the mechanic.

"Don't stop now," he said huskily, his appetite whetted for the luscious woman. "Take 'em off!"

"I am," she giggled.

Her eyes glared desirously at Clayton's cock – stiff, rigid – just what she wanted. Her hands pushed her shorts down and they fell to her knees. She placed a hand on the side of the car and balanced herself. Carefully lifting one leg at a time, she took off her shorts and laid them on the roof of her car.

"I don't want to get them greasy."

Clayton took a step forward. His hulking cock swelled enormously in his fist. He could hardly wait to get his throbbing prick in her. "You're one great-looking bitch," he said coming closer.

"One hot bitch, too," she added, backing away. Seeing him coming toward her, she raised a hand. "Not yet, Clayton."

She still wanted to have her fun. An ogling man was what she craved, and Clayton was patching up her wounded ego. She wanted to flaunt herself and Clayton was the perfect audience.

Parading around the empty garage, she swung her ass. She made sure her tits bounced with each step. Strutting, she walked toward the garage doors and the late afternoon sun.

"Christ! You can't go out there!"

Jessica's head turned over her shoulder. She stared lewdly at him, her eyes glimmering with excitement. "It might help your business. Can you imagine how many cars would stop here for gas if I worked in the buff? With every full tank of gas, I can give them a blow-job. Clayton, you'd make a fortune!"

He laughed. "Yeah, especially with your face and body… until the cops come and lock us both up."

Jessica laughed with him, then passion took control of her when she looked at his raging hard-on again. She went to him, walking away from the open garage doors. "I don't want to be locked up, at least I not until I've been fucked." She thought a minute. "You got a bed around here?"

"No bed, but the back of the car will do." His eyes flowed over her approaching body: long legs, pussy trimmed neatly, slender waist, bulging tits bouncing with each step, nipples huge round and swollen.

"I never fucked in a car," she giggled, coming close, jabbing her tits into his shirt.

Clayton stared into her beautiful face only a few inches from him. "I can't believe that," he groaned. "You must have had lots of boyfriends trying to get you in the back of their car."

"I was a nice girl when I was a kid."

His hands came around her and pawed her ass. "Nice 'n easy, I'll bet," Clayton said, grinning widely.

She squiggled her belly into his cock. "Oh no… I was a virgin until I was married." His cock felt like a branding-iron against her bare skin.

"Making up for it now, huh?" His large callused hands rubbed, her silky-smooth back, going around her flared hips, back to her ass again.

"You might say that. I had two young studs this afternoon," she bragged. She brought her hands down between them, massaged his pulsing hard-on, vigorously rolling his prick between each palm. "I'm going to start a fire down here."

"You already have, sexy, in my nuts," he said, liking what she was doing.

Roger was steeped in hatred. A jealous rage gripped him. The impulse to kill them both overwhelmed him, but he swiftly buried it. He couldn't blame the mechanic – she was throwing herself at him. And Roger knew why.

Roger's downcast eyes slowly looked away. He couldn't bear to see anymore. He knew what was going to happen. His wife's depraved behavior sickened him. "Gotta get drunk," he mumbled, storming away from the garage window. His foot accidentally kicked a trash can, and Roger fled. "Damn."

"What was that?" Jessica said, startled. She came quickly out of Clayton's arms. Her eyes darted around. "I heard something!"

"Don't be so jittery, baby," Clayton said, walking to her. "Probably just an old alley cat looking for something to eat."

"We better get in the car," Jessica said, still looking around uneasily.

"Yeah, good idea. We can pretend we're at the drive-in." He opened the back door of Jessica's car.

"I like that idea," she mewed, settling down now. "You better pull down your pants, Clayton. I don't want anything to interfere with our fucking."

Clayton climbed in first. "You can take them off while were in the car." He moved over in the roomy back seat and waited for her, the full-length of his cock jutting out through the zipper.

Bare tits jiggled as Jessica climbed in after him. Snuggling close to the mechanic, she stroked his stiff cock. "Mmmm, I think I'm going to like this movie."

"I know you will," he bragged, jerking his cock through her stroking fist.

She was all over him: frantic mouth, fondling hands, twisting body.

He mauled her, enjoying her frenzied passion, "You're a firecracker."

Fumbling fingers unbuttoned Clayton's shirt. Jessica tormented him, playfully pulling the thick mat of hair on his chest.

He pinched her nipples – rosy-colored, erect. "You like farting around, don't ya?" he asked.

"Owww!" She pulled away from Clayton's pinching fingers. "I didn't get much chance to play as a kid, remember?"

He took her hand and rubbed it hard into his hard-on. "You wanna play… play with this," he said, his hips jerking up as she gripped his stiff cock.

Her fist moved up and down the length as she purred softly. "You play with me, too, Clayton. I'm hot as hell."

With his arm around her, his hand clutching one of her tits, Clayton angled his body to finger her cunt. He cupped the steamy pussy mound. Warm, sudsy cream saturated the palm of his hand. He was enjoying the sex game, too.

"Finger-fuck me, Clayton." She spread he legs as far apart as she could in the confines of the car. Her ass squirmed against the cushioned leather seat as her hand shifted up and down his long throbbing prick.

Leaning into him, she nibbled on his chest, teeth nipping, tongue fucking. She daubed her bat saliva, smearing the clear liquid through the matted hair.

As she licked, her tongue became wild, going up to his neck and back down to his tiny nipples again. This time, she chewed – delicate snips with alternate long drawn-out swipes of her tongue.

As the horny woman feasted on him, Clayton moaned, liking the feeling of her tongue. She was wild!