Bob Wallace: Hot willing housewife

Ellen slid forward, depriving her overheated pussy of Roger's cock. Withdrawal spasms erupted in her cunt and her muscles went crazy, pulsing erratically against his retreating prickshaft.

Roger strained, his body taut. The pressure was exquisite. His fingers sank into her flesh.

Her body shook. Wriggling jerks of her hips sent her into ecstasy. Her ass swiveled as if on ball bearings. "Roger! Ohhh, Christ!"

Thick, milky cunt-cream coated his long, buried prickshaft. He gulped back a fistful of passion that was lodged in his throat. He was nearing the end of his will-power. "I can't wait!"

"Noooo," she cried in anguish. "Please!" Her tits swung heavily beneath her, the nipples ready to burst. To appease him, she quickened the pace.

Roger groaned in relief. He remained frozen, allowing her to glide her cunt back and forth. It was fantastic watching his cock enter her pussy. His breathing was rough, loud, raspy.

It became too much for his overloaded nervous system. "Aghhh!" He punctured her body with a violent stab, his groin slamming into the cheeks of her ass.

Ellen's body went into contorting twists. She pulled away. Squishing noises of protest came from her juice-sopped cunt. "Noooo!"

Roger couldn't hear. Passion had gripped him. With blinding speed, he lashed his cock in and out of her cunt.

There was nothing Ellen could do but accept his drilling cock. She did, soaring quickly into insanity as her body responded. "Yesss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Ml the way!"

His cock speared her pussy. Hard fucking jabs had his nuts slapping against the back of her thighs. His breathing matched his speed – fast.

Slapping bodies echoed in the elevator. Their groans blended in erotic harmony. Quick thrusts. Backward lunges. Howling moans.

She rocked on all fours under the steady pounding of his powerful body. Her naked body shuddered with each hard, demanding jab. She stared blankly at the wall, mouth open, body ready to explode.

Roger's cock swelled in the pulsing heat of her clinging cunt. His balls rumbled, ready to burst. "Baby! Baby!"

The muscles in Ellen's cunt tightened, then began to pulse rapidly. A steady tattoo of pulsing beats surrounded his pumping prickshaft. "Faster! Faster!" she screamed, caught up in her approaching orgasm. "Ohhh, Roger!"

Roger fucked her like a well-oiled machine, hard quick, jabbing thrusts. His eyes were glued to her wriggling ass. He watched each stab, each lunge, hypnotized by the frantic motion of her rotating hips.

Ellen's lithe body glowed with passion, then froze for a moment. Suddenly all hell broke loose. "I'm… cuming! Ohhh! Creaming!"

Roger's cock, in the center of her orgasming pussy, plowed harder, taking the squealing woman over the edge. Bolts of passion shot through his cockshaft as her cunt muscles clutched his cock like spongy vises.

Ellen welcomed the violent attack, needing each jab of his fantastic prick to stamp out the raging fire deep in her exploding cunt. Dazed, glassy eyes floated in and out of her skull.

"Cum! Cum!" Her own screams echoed in her head. The elevator magnified each sound.

Roger's balls erupted. Gooey cum opened his piss-slot. Wads of the stringy fluid filled her gulping cunt. "I'm cuming!" His roaring deep voice bounced off the walls. "I'm cuming!"

Both climaxed. Hot white cum mixed with milky pussy-cream. Bodies, sweaty and glistening, clashed. Squishing jabs. Oozing juice flowed over his swinging balls and down the back of her quivering thighs. They battled for what seemed like an eternity.

Ellen's elbows buckled. Her face thudded against the carpeted floor. Gurgling noises came from her open mouth. Saliva dribbled out. She took all the wonderful punishment.

Roger's powerful body began to slow as he expended all his energy through his spurting cock. Hard quick stabs. Squirting thick globs. The cords in his neck stood out, straining like steel cables.

"Nooo… more!" Ellen gasped. She twitched, her body drained, sated, tingling in the sweet aftermath of her fantastic orgasm.

"Unnn…" It came out as a gurgle. He slammed forward, driving her to the floor. He crushed her, his prick slipping from her cunt. The head of his prick scraped the carpet. The last few drops of jizz oozed out.

Panting, he rolled off, afraid he might have hurt her. "You okay?" he panted between refreshing gulps of air.

"Better than ever." Ellen rubbed her body into the carpet. "Christ, I loved it!" She rolled close and hugged him.

"I would like fucking in an elevator?" Ellen giggled. "Shit, I was so damn hot, I forgot where we were." She came out of his arms and stood up. "God, do you think anyone heard us?" Passion spent, reason returned.

"If anyone did," he laughed, getting, up, "then I think we'll have an audience when we get off." He fixed his pants and pushed the button for the seventh floor.

Nervously, Ellen hid behind him as the elevator took them up. "God, I'm scared."

Automatically, the doors opened. Roger peered out. The corridor was empty. "C'mon, Ellen. You got a clear field."

Ellen looked out herself, not trusting Roger. He had told the truth, the corridor was empty. She ran, down the hall and into his office. "Whewww." She caught her breath and waited for Roger.

Laughing, Roger walked nonchalantly down the hall to his office. "Ellen."

"I'm in here," she called. "Getting dressed."

"One last toast," he said, going to the bar. "To three of the best months of my life."

"Mine too," Ellen agreed.

He gave her a kiss. "I'm going to work for a while, then go home and try to smooth things out with Jessica."

"I'm going to do the same thing with Frank." She polished off her drink. She blew him a kiss good-bye before turning for the door. "It might be better if the four of us didn't socialize for a few weeks."

"I agree. Good fuck with Frank." Roger plopped down behind his desk and picked up the contract he had been looking at when Ellen had arrived.

Roger looked at the phone, shrugged. "I'll call." He grinned and dialed his home number, remembering how delicious Jessica had looked this morning. He hoped, as he listened to the rings, that he had enough strength to take care of her once he got home.

There was no answer. He looked at the phone as if it were lying to him. For a moment, he had a nagging thought about Jessica carrying out her threat of going out and getting fucked. "Nah. Not Jessica." He hung up and went back to studying the contract.

Jessica went into her house through the back door. She felt good. Frank's cock had not only satisfied her, but it had given her a sense of revenge. She dashed into the master bedroom, almost cutting her bare feet on the broken pieces of lamp that lay strewn about on the carpet.

"Damn," she muttered, annoyingly negotiating her way quickly through.

After cleaning up the mess and dumping it, she dialed Roger's office on the phone, long agonizing rings. No answer. She slammed down the phone. "You rotten bastard! I knew you wouldn't be there!"

She stomped angrily down the hall, hell-bent on revenge on her philandering husband. Undressing as she walked, she headed for the shower.

A half-hour later, with a fluffy towel securely wrapped around her, Jessica padded into the bedroom. Her blown-dry blonde hair caressed her naked shoulders. A clinging silk dress, sans panties and bra, with high heels completed her outfit for an afternoon of adultery.

She gave the phone on the bedroom nightstand a second look. As she bent over, her bloated tits almost spilled out of the low-cunt dress. "You've got one last chance, buster!" She dialed Roger's number again. No manor. It only angered her more and increased her desire to strike back, to hurt.

A determined Jessica stormed out of the house and to the four-door sedan.