Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

Gretchen began to drop, slide back, the intensity of her orgasm abating as her strength drained.

Panting, Tim's body slowed. He stopped, his prick buried, spent, growing limp. He felt a warm ooze trickle down his nuts and he moaned.

"I… loved… it," she gasped, still clinging to him. "God!" She used her pussy like an expert, draining the last few drops from his prick.

Tim rolled off. His sticky prick limp on his thigh as he caught his breath. "I've never been fucked like that," he confessed. "Never!"

It warmed her heart.

The phone rang and she rolled over and picked it up. "Hello?" She listened. "He just came in," she said. She smiled and hung up. "They're wondering where you are."

Tim was already out of bed. He pulled his clothes on quickly.

"I hope you don't get fired because of me." She watched, hiding her smile.

"Me too," he said nervously. He brushed his messed hair and hurried to the door. "See [missing text]."

"Bye." She waved as he closed the door. "Mmmm, I hope I have as much fun with Roger." She giggled and pulled herself out of bed.

A shower, some sleep, and I'll be ready for anything. She disappeared into the bathroom.

Gretchen walked into the lobby of the Conner's Building and studied the logo on the wall, making sure Roger's office was still on the twelfth floor. It was and she stepped into the elevator as the doors hissed open.

Silently, Gretchen watched the numbers flash on the board until they reached her floor. She stepped out into the quiet corridor and turned left, walking almost to the end of the hall. Roger's name was on the door.

"Here goes," she whispered aloud, pushing the door. Last night with Tim had given her confidence. It was going to be an interesting afternoon. She couldn't stop the smile that spread over her face.

"Can I help you?"

Gretchen came out of her thoughts. The voice had come from a sexy redhead with green eyes flecked with gold.

"I'm Gretchen Steward. Roger's expecting me."

She saw the lines harden around the redhead's mouth and saw her interest become more than casual. It was then that Gretchen realized who the redhead was – the voice on the phone last night in Roger's room. She grinned, listened as the pretty girl talked, then hung up.

"You can go in now," the redhead said.

"I'll give him back when I'm through," Gretchen whispered, then stepped away, walking in the direction of Roger's private office. She walked with a swing, feeling the green eyes burn hatefully into her back.

"Hi, Gretchen," Roger said, coming from behind his desk. "C'mon in and have a seat." He took her arm and guided her to the plush red leather couch.

"I think your secretary hates me," she said, crossing her leg, her skirt slipping deliciously up her thigh.

Roger's eyes gravitated to her legs. He stared for a moment, then cleared his mind. "Rachael is a very jealous young lady." He turned and walked across his large office to the bar. "Still like your Scotch neat?"

"As always." She watched him pour the amber liquid into two glasses. In a way Roger and Ray were a lot alike. Both had thick brown hair, were tall, handsome men with dark eyes. The main difference was that Ray was quiet, while Roger was a pussy sniffer. It was one of the things she had been grateful for. Ray had been, up until now, contented.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He handed her a drink and perched on the edge of his desk.

She parried his question with one of her own. "Is your secretary the one I talked with last night?"

Roger gave her a boyish grin, much like Ray's. "The same." His eyes fell again to the curve and bare flesh of Gretchen's leg.

"I hope I didn't cause too much of a problem."

"If you mean, did she refuse, the answer is no. Rachael is jealous, but she's not stupid."

"I thought after your last problem with a secretary you'd give up making it with the hired help." She stared at him boldly and sipped her drink. Her blue eyes danced.

"I'm too horny. I like it close, so when there's a lull I can push the button on the intercom and…" He let the sentence hang.

"She might not be available after today." She finished her drink and reached, over, setting her empty glass on the table. The movement raised her skirt higher.

"Why?" he asked, his eyes bulging, his sister-in-law was dynamite, but off limits. He cursed himself under his breath.

"Because I told her I'd give you back when I'm through." She paused. "I think Rachael believes we're in here fucking." Her blue eyes danced even more.

He was surprised. Gretchen was acting out of character. "Christ, I hope you're wrong. She's a helluva lot of fun in bed."

"I'm sure you have them lined up waiting."

He grinned. "Rachael isn't your average piece of ass."

"Neither am I," she said, challenging him with her eyes. She winked.

"I'll bet you're not." He wondered what bet game was.

"You ever talk to Ray about me? Does he tell you what we do in bed?"

Roger shook his head. "We never discussed it." He was beginning to react. His groin ached and the lines around his mouth tightened. He stared at her legs.

"It's a shame. Ray thinks I'm fantastic."

"I can see why." He followed her legs, settled his eyes on her face. She was indeed fantastic.

She stood, stretched, her tits jutting out. Slowly, she lowered her arms. Two steps brought her close to him, his knee touching her skirt. "Have you ever thought about finding out?" It was a husky whisper, coated with promise.

"Ml the time." His voice was strained as he stared directly into her tits. He swallowed the lump in his throat, the scent of her perfume reaching him.

"Then why don't you?" She straddled his leg, her skirt inching up as she closed her thighs tightly against his knee. "I've always been curious about you."

Roger gave her a quizzical look. "If you don't mind," he said, his voice raspy, "you're acting kind of strange. You and Ray have a fight?" It wasn't that he didn't want to fuck his sister-in-law – hell he dreamed about it!

Gretchen didn't move. "Sort of," she purred, stroking her nail down his smoothly shaved ace.

"Tell me about it." He didn't want to be the cause of them splitting up or anything.

Gretchen moved back a step. "I'm surprised, Roger. I thought you'd jump at the chance if I gave it to you."

"I still might, after I know what's going through your pretty head."

"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Let's just say Ray found my sister very comforting during my absence."

Roger's face lit up in surprise. "Patsy?"

"I don't have another sister." She sat down again, her skirt flowing up her thigh brazenly.

Roger watched the hem rise. "Christ, she's only eighteen, isn't she?"

"Married six months too," she added. "I guess one husband isn't enough."

Roger shook his head, an image of the sexy Patsy flashing through his mind. "Damn, I didn't know Ray had it in him."

"I guess you'd like to take a shot at her to huh?"

"I've thought about it," Roger said.

"Hell, I thought she was just a damn innocent kid."

"So did I," Gretchen said hatefully.

Roger leaned forward, then back away from her alluring perfume. "So you decided if Ray can fuck your sister, you can fuck me." His grin turned into a broad smile.

"You hit the nail on the head."

He thought about the possibilities. "Sort of poetic justice."

Gretchen giggled. "You might call it that."

"Listen, Gretchen. You're a fantastic looking woman. I've had dreams about you, but shit, I'm not interested in a revenge fuck."

Gretchen gave him a pout, her blue eyes smoldering with a growing desire, fed by her revenge. "You don't actually think I'm going to leave here without getting what I came for, do you?"