Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

Roger walked away. He refilled his glass. "Why don't you go home and talk it over with Ray?"

"I will, after I've had some fun on my own." It was turning out better than she had thought. A little resistance was going to be [missing text].

"If you're worried about taking your brother's innocent wife, put it out of your mind."

He looked over at her, fighting the temptation she was dangling in front of him.

"I've already been to bed with two other men," she admitted, a devilish smile tugging at her mouth. "You should have seen me. I've changed."

Roger was swept up in a mixture of shock and curiosity. "You're bullshittin'."

"I don't bullshit." She giggled. "The first man got me off while we were sitting in a cocktail lounge."

"You're crazy." He came to his desk and leaned against it. He didn't believe her.

"Yeah. Crazy for revenge and a lot of fun." She gaped openly at his crotch. "You ever finger-fuck a girl in a bar?"

He grinned sheepishly.

"I can see you have."

"Why not pick on someone else?" He was still fighting his impulse not to take advantage of her. But she looked so delicious and sexy. His mind conjured up what she had told him. It made his groin ache.

"I have other plans too," she said, "but first I want to find out why you have woman lined up at your bedroom door. You must be special. It can't be because you're shy." She giggled, then traced a pattern with her nail up the smooth, silky skin of her thigh.

Roger gulped. She was dynamite!

"I'm not leaving until I find out." She was determined and confident.

Roger saw the look, felt uneasy.

"Wouldn't you just once like to lean me over the desk and fuck me?" Her breathing was coming faster. "Ray tells me my pussy is fabulous. The other two men I fucked didn't have any complacence." She spotted the bulge in his pants and knew it wasn't going to be difficult.

"You're crazy." There was nothing else he could think of to say. "Crazy."

"I agree. Now do we fuck? Or do I rape you?"

"Listen, Gretchen." He was still set on not fucking her, yet something inside him kept him from sending her home.

"I'm listening." Her eyes fucked with delight.

"Pick somebody else."

She shook her head. "I want you, Roger." She stood, came to him, straddled his leg and squeezed. "I want your cock in me." She touched his crotch and felt the hardness of his prick. "Mmmmm, you might not want me, but your cock sure does." She rubbed the palm of her hand on his bulge.

"Jesus," he groaned. She was getting to him, eating away at his defenses.

"He can't help you," she whispered, bringing her hands to his face. She caressed his cheeks. "Why not surrender and enjoy yourself?"

He pulled her into his arms and plastered his mouth to hers. Her lips parted invitingly, eagerly accepting his invading tongue.

"Mmmmnm," she sighed as she chewed hungrily on his tongue and rubbed her body into his. She swirled her tongue around his and pushed back, exploring his mouth. Her hands caressed the back of his neck and the aroma of his aftershave intoxicated her.

Roger broke the kiss and held her at arms length. "Christ, Gretchen!"

She smiled wickedly. "I never knew you could be so shy. You always enjoyed looking at me. Well, now you can touch too. I know you want [missing text]."

He was finding it very hard to resist.

"You relax. I don't mind taking the lead." Her fingers slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. With Roger's face flushed, his eyes glazed, she slipped it off and handed it to him.

Her large ripe tits were totally displayed for his pleasure.

Roger groaned, his eyes feasting on the plump meat of his sister-in-law's beautiful tits.

She was excited to be displaying herself. The juices in her pussy began to seep. "I've seen you staring at them, Roger. Would you like to suck them?"

She came to him, hefting her tits in her hands, offering them to him. "Suck my tits, Roger." It was a low sexy voice that held the promise of a fantastic afternoon. "Get them all wet with your spit."

Roger couldn't refuse. He replaced her hands with his own and brought his mouth down to one large, round succulent nipple and devoured it.

"Oooo, Roger," she hummed as his mouth worked feverishly on the pulpy meat of her tits. "Ooo, your mouth is so divine."

Roger sucked hard, whipped his tongue over the bullet-shaped tip and kneaded the bulk of her tittie flesh with his hands. Loud slurping noises blended with her whimpering sighs of pleasure.

"You're making me cream." She curled her fingers through his hair and pressed his mouth tight against the meat of her tits. "OOO, chew them. Bite them!"

Roger devoured her tits. He labored on one pliant globe, chewing, biting, soaking it with spit. Moving from her nipple, he attacked the creamy white flesh, turning it bright pink.

Finished with one tit, he ravaged the other, this time with more fervor. Pulling back his head, he cupped each tit-mound and glared at them lustily.

"Ooo, don't stop. Urn creaming all over." She wiggled her hips, the action making her tits jiggle in his hands.

Roger squeezed, then buried his face between the erotic tit-globes, chewing and sucking his way out and over each plump tit again. Panting, he took his mouth and hands away. His face was flushed, wet, tight with passion. His eyes glowed. He wanted his sister-in-law.

Gretchen gasped and stared at her tits. "Oh, Roger, look." She lifted them. "They're all wet and red."

Roger was mute. A small part of him was still struggling to end it before it went all the way.

Gretchen saw the turmoil in his eyes and liked it. She pressed on. "Let me take off my skirt. You've undressed me with your eyes often enough, now you can see the real thing." Roger didn't believe it was happening.

Gretchen, his brother's wife, was stripping in his office. He had to believe it when her skirt fell to the floor.

"Well? Do I look as good as you thought?" She rested her hand on her hip and jutted it out, striking a hot, sexy pose.

"Better," he mumbled. His eyes traveled slowly up her long legs, savoring each inch. He feasted on her full hips, blonde pussy hair, trim waist, then settled for another delicious look at her tits.

"I'm happy about that." She was thrilled with the pleasure she saw in his eyes. "Would you like me to turn around?"

He nodded, hoping the few seconds would give him time to think of a way out of this. He also knew he didn't want to find a way out. He was caught and knew it.

"You'll notice, I didn't wear panties," she said as she turned. "I left them in the lounge, a souvenir for the bartender."

Roger groaned, his eyes following the fluid movement of his sister-in-law as she paraded naked to the far side of his office. His prick felt as if it were going to break in half. He squirmed on the edge of the desk.

Gretchen stopped, stared at a painting on the wall. "You like my ass, Roger?"

He grunted.

Gretchen giggled, enjoying his torment, then turned around. "The guy in the bar took me to his apartment and we fucked on his balcony. It's a shame you don't have one."

She strutted back, tits bouncing, her face masked with desire. "Now that you've seen me, I think it's about time I got to know and see what all the women are crazy about."

"Gretchen," he moaned, but he was unable to complete his protest as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand was on his crotch. That did it.

Quickly she worked his zipper down and fished anxiously inside his pants. She dragged out his cock and gasped. "Roger! It's a fuckin' giant!"

Roger let out a groan as her fingers fondled and squeezed his hard prick. He stared down, dazed, unable to stop her.

"No wonder all the girls want you." She was mesmerized by his cock. "It's magnificent!" She traced the blood-engorged veins in his thick meaty shaft with her finger. "God! What a prick!"