Bob Wallace: Hot willing housewife

After catching her breath, she dragged herself to her feet, noticed the glistening juice of her cunt on the round tip of the bedpost. "God, I'm going crazy!"

She staggered naked to the bedroom window, peered out through the curtains, and spotted her neighbor, Frank. For a few moments, she watched him mowing his back lawn. Suddenly, a smile creased her face.

Jessica watched Ellen, Frank's wife, come out and kiss him on the cheek, then walk away, waving good-bye.

Padding barefoot, Jessica left the window. With a purpose in mind, she grabbed the tightest and sexiest pair of shorts she could find. "Roger's fucking around, dammit!" She pulled the shorts up her slender legs, snapped them at the hip, zipped them up. They clit like a second skin. "I will too."

She chose a pink t-shirt out of a dozen summer tops in her drawer and held it up to examine it. "Perfect." The vee-neck top clung to her firm tits her nipples outlined brazenly.

With her heart in her throat, she went down the narrow corridor of her three-bedroom ranch-style house, out the kitchen, and into her backyard. Outside in the warm August sun, she let her breath out. She was ready to carry out her threat and quell the raging passion in her frustrated body at the same time. "Two birds with one stone," she said to herself, strolling across the lawn to seduce Frank.

"Hi, neighbor." Jessica was leaning against the fence.

Eyes on Jessica, Frank stopped mowing.

Jessica looked at him with her big blue eyes, ogled his muscular body, bared to the waist. "You look like you could use something cool and wet to drink."

"There's some iced tea in the house, why don't you come on over and pour us each a glass?"

"What are neighbors for?" Jessica said. Her eyes crinkled with a devilish smile. She went through the gate.

Frank wiped his brow, leaned on the handle of the mower, and openly admired Jessica as she walked across his yard. What a piece of ass, he said to himself.

Jessica made the trip a pleasure to watch. Tits bouncing, ass swiveling, she went into Frank's house. She felt his eyes on her the whole time.

A few short minutes later, Jessica came out carrying two tall glasses. The crotch of her tight shorts dug delightfully into her sensitive cunt moist with cream, hot. "Here, handsome."

Frank took, the offered glass of iced tea, never taking his eyes off her bulging tits. "You look terrific this morning, Jessica."

"I'm glad you noticed." She batted her long eyelashes at him. "Roger doesn't seem to notice anymore."

"Then he must be going blind."

"I wish it was that simple."

She sat down on a chaise, sprawled herself out gracefully. Her legs were parted just enough to tantalize Frank. The rim of the glass at her lips, she sipped tea. She felt deliciously naughty. Giggling to herself, she knew that what she was planning went far beyond naughty.

Frank's eyes were locked on Jessica's gorgeous crotch. The denim was digging right into the gash of her pussy. He wasn't sure, but he could almost swear that she wasn't wearing any panties. A pang of excitement shot through his nuts.

"Where's Roger now?"

"He's working… so he says." She spread her legs farther apart, giving Frank a better view. His blatant stares made her feel like a desirable woman – a feeling that had been missing for a long time.

"Don't you believe him?" Frank asked. His cock was stiffening inside his pants.

Jessica gave him a shrug. "Where's Ellen?" she asked, changing the subject. Her eyes settled on the growing bulge at his groin.

"At her sister's," he replied. The argument he had with his wife about her traipsing off to her sister's every Saturday came back to haunt him.

"You sure she's at her sister's?" Jessica teased.

Frank gave her a confident grin. "Ellen doesn't cheat on me. I keep her happy."

"Mmmm." Jessica let her eyes caress his hard, lean body – broad, hairy chest and bulging muscles. Her gaze fell to his hard-on. "I'll bet you do, Frank." Her eyes stayed with his crotch. "From that bulge in your pants, it doesn't look like Ellen's been doing her job," she added suggestively.

"She hasn't been lately," he mumbled, thinking of last night when his wife had had a headache and this morning when she had been too busy getting ready to go to her sister's. His cock began to throb as he thought about getting between Jessica's lush legs.

Jessica smiled, reading his thoughts. Being obvious, she spread her legs completely.

Glistening cuntlips were easily visible to Frank's burning stare, her shorts digging between the gooey folds. Frank gulped.

"You're staring, Frank." A hand went between her opened thighs and she rubbed her moist crotch. "I've been so horny lately," she mewed seductively.

Immediately, Frank went to her. His cock was inches from her face as he stood beside the chaise.

A shuddering tremor rippled through her body. His hard-on was so close, close enough to touch! Shaking, she dropped her glass of iced tea to the lawn. She reached up and scratched a long pointed nail across his taut gut.

"Feel my cock, Jessica, and think about how much fun you can have with it."

"I'd love to, but Ellen is my best friend." Her mouth was watering.

"I won't tell her, if you won't," he said.

Without hesitation, she squeezed his bulging hard-on. The contact made her hungry cunt pulse. "God, your cock feels like it's made of iron."

"Would you like to go in the house and find out?" he said in a coarse, husky voice. Her squeezing hand tightened his gut, made his balls ache.

She gave him a wide-eyed, impish stare. "Why don't I find out right here, Frank?"

A roguish grin crossed his face. He called her bluff. "Go ahead."

She played with his zipper, slowly lowering it. "It's the best offer I've had in months," she whispered. The words were barely heard past her lips.

Once the zipper was down, Jessica's deepblue eyes studied Frank's rugged face. "Are you sure you want me to take your cock out?" Her syrupy tone challenged him.

A husky grunt of assent rumbled deep in his throat. For a fleeting second, his eyes shifted to his house in a flash of panic.

Jessica noticed. "You looking for Ellen?" He shook his head. "Nah, she won't be back for hours."

"Good," Jessica breathed. Her fingers teased playfully at his opened pants, tormenting him as well as herself.

Frank's gaze fell to her circling fingers at his zipper. "Don't tell me you're chickening out."

"Oh no, Frank," she mewed. To prove her point, her warm fingers went inside his pants. Delicately, her nails scratched his stiff hard-on.

Frank's breath came out in a hiss. His hips jerked automatically.

"Anxious, huh?" she said.

"Take it out," he grunted.

Hauling out his giant cock, she complied. "It's gorgeous, Frank."

Blue eyes bulged. Her tongue passed across her lips in hungry anticipation. Her fingertip smoothed a path down his cockshaft, following the crooked lines of his blood-gorged veins.

In a quick, surprising move, she swathed his bloated cockhead with her mouth, her tongue spreading saliva. "Mmmmm, did you like that, Frank?" She looked up at him, her eyes showed her passion.

Speechless, he grabbed a fistful of her thick, blonde hair and shoved her mouth back to his hard aching cock. "Suck," he growled deeply.

Eagerly and wantonly, Jessica swallowed the bulk of his cock. She could feel it throb in her tight gullet. She gulped on it, reveling in his pulsing hardness. She took the last few inches, her drooling lips at his zipper.

Under the heated impact of her sucking mouth, Frank staggered. Hips lunged, stabbing his cock in and out of her throat. His balls churned their heavy load and his face tightened into a mask of passionate lust. He no longer cared that they were outside. His only concern was feeding his raging hard-on into her hot, wet mouth.