Bob Wallace: Hot willing housewife

The elevator took her up to the seventh floor. Her heart skipped a beat. She felt like a schoolgirl on a date. It was always like this when she met him.

She stepped out into the deserted corridor. The music from the elevator was swallowed up as the doors hissed closed. It was quiet.

Her hand turned the doorknob and she stepped into the plush outer office.

"Roger?" Ellen called.

"In here, baby," Roger answered.

The sound of his baritone voice relieved as well as excited her.

Roger was seated behind his desk, glancing at a contract. His gray eyes looked up as Ellen came in. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it," he said.

"So was I." Ellen went to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How about a drink? My nerves are shot."

"Sounds good." He watched her compact body as she went to the bar, poured drinks. Roger's groin stirred with excitement. Three months and she still gave him an instant hardon each time they met.

Holding their drinks, Ellen walked over to Roger and perched her ass on a corner of his desk. "Here."

Roger took the Scotch and rested his free hand on her dimpled knee. "Jessica pissed a bitch when I told her I had to come down here to do some work."

"Do you think she suspects?" Ellen asked. Roger's hand had moved higher, and it was getting her hot.

"She doesn't buy, the work excuse anymore. She almost broke my head with a Goddamn lamp!" The heat of Ellen's inner thigh warmed the palm of his moving hand.

Ellen squirmed. A soft whimpering sigh rushed from her parted lips. "Ummmm… Frank's getting difficult, too. I had a hard time getting away this morning. Frank didn't throw a lamp at me, but I can still hear his voice ringing in my head. I think he's mowing the lawn to take out his frustrations." She laughed, looked at Roger. "Ummmm, I like what your hand is doing."

Roger's fingers toyed with the elastic of her panties. The heat of her moist crotch traveled up his arm. His finger wedged inside her panties.

"Oh, Roger." She polished off her Scotch and sighed. "I needed that."

"You need more than a drink, baby." Roger's fingers stroked through her wet cunt gash.

Ellen giggled. "That's why I'm here." Slipping off the desk, she straightened up and stared out the large plate glass window overlooking the street below.

"I wonder how many other people are meeting in empty offices to get fucked on this pretty Saturday morning." Her brown eyes drifted to the office building directly across the street.

Roger swiveled around in his leather chair and admired her perfectly shaped ass. A boyish grin cracked his handsome face. "Why don't you take off your dress and distract them a little?"

The idea appealed to Ellen. This morning she felt bold, carefree. More than usual. She didn't know why.

Without another word, Ellen began taking off her dress, up her thighs, up over her panty clad ass. "I hope someone's looking," Ellen remarked, eyes still on the office building opposite them.

"I'm looking," Roger said, "even if no one else is." His cock ached in his pants and he shifted in his chaff, adjusting, it? Her ass looked delicious.

Liquid movements raised her dress up over her soft, supple body. Without turning around, she flipped the dress to Roger. "Here."

Catching it, Roger stood, unable to tear his eyes off her dynamite body, he laid the dress on the back of his chair and came up behind her.

"If there, is anyone in that office building watching," Roger began, "you've definitely made their day." Large hands snaked around her waist, then lowered to the crotch of her panties. He rubbed her pussy mound.

Tilting her head back against Roger, Ellen sighed, feeling wanton. Her delicate hands on his, she brought them up her body to her tits. "Squeeze, Roger, squeeze."

Roger dipped his hands into her lacy bra and popped out her titties, one and then the other. "Baby!"

For a split second Ellen was worried about someone being able to see her naked tits. Then she shrugged off the feeling. Her hips undulated excitedly. She could feel Roger's hard cock digging into the small of her back. "I'm creaming my panties, Roger."

His hands moved from her tits to her bikini panties. He pushed them down, displaying her brown curly pussy hair for the world to see. Eager fingers fondled her bare moist pussy.

"Ohhh… I must be crazy doing this." Ellen wriggled her legs, tits bouncing, and the panties fell to a puddle at her feet. Quickly she took off her bra. Now she was completely naked.

"Baby," he groaned as she twisted around to face him as he cupped the bared cheeks of her ass that were now facing the building opposite them. Fingers squeezing, he mauled the pliant ass checks.

Ellen tilted her head back, parting her moist lips. "I feel as if someone is watching." It made her hotter just to think about it.

Roger's eyes scanned the building. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could make out an image in one of the faraway windows, maybe two. "I think you have an audience," he whispered huskily.

"Then let's give whoever is watching something to really enjoy." Ellen slithered down his body until she was staring at his bulging crotch.

"You really are crazy today, aren't you?" Roger said jokingly.

"Good," she murmured. "I've always had a secret desire to do something shocking in public." Ellen tugged down his zipper.

"Unnnn," Roger groaned in delight as Ellen's warm fingers lugged out his prick. "Give'em a good show, baby."

"I intend to, Roger." Delicate fingers circled his bulky shaft and squeezed. His pisshole opened as if to breathe. Her tongue flashed out and slapped across his bulbous prickhead.

Roger's hips jerked forward and the head of his cock went smashing into Ellen's mouth. "Agggnnnn!"

"Easy, Roger. You'll knock out my teeth."

Ellen's mouth engulfed the head of his cock. A deep, sensuous suck was quickly followed by a loud moaning grunt from Roger's throat. It encouraged her and she sucked with more force.

He reached down, entwined his fingers in her hair, and force-fed his prick down her throat. He grunted, "Baby, baby, baby!" His cockhead pierced her tight clenching gullet.

She gurgled, reveled in semi-public sex, mouth stretched wide, accommodating Roger's overgrown cock. Her mouth barely able to envelop his whole prick as he lunged wildly.

Abruptly, Roger stopped. He had no intention of cuming off in her mouth. He released the grip in her hair. "Bend over on the desk," he rasped urgently.

Getting to her feet, she looked wide-eyed into his face. Her lips were wet with spit. Holding his cock in her fist, she turned and stared out the window. Her eyes tried to locate their audience.

"I see them," she said to Roger. Ellen tingled with forbidden excitement. "It's a man and a woman."

"Yeah, I see them now myself."

The sun had slipped behind a cloud, eliminating the glare that had obscured his vision before. Now he saw that Ellen was right. He could see the other couple clearly.

"Do you think they can see us as well as we can see them?" Ellen asked. Her naked body shivered with utter delight.

"Maybe we ought to invite them over and ask," Roger suggested.

"Oh no," she gasped, although the thought lingered on. In a sudden flash of embarrassment, Ellen moved away from the shadow.

Roger turned, watched her straddle a corner of his desk. "What's the matter, baby?"

Keeping herself at the boiling point, she jammed her drooling pussy into the corner of Roger's desk. "It's us," she gasped between jerks of her hips. "I knew it the moment I walked into your office."

As she talked, Roger nodded in agreement. "This has got to be the last time, Roger. I don't want to lose Frank. You feel the same about Jessica, right?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, thinking of his wife this morning and how beautiful and sexy she had looked.