Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

"What are you going to do now?" he asked. "One more party, then I'll go home." She waved to Rachael and left.

Excited beyond reason, Gretchen stepped into the shower and shivered as the cool spray of the water splashed over her tired body. It has been an exhausting two days, both physically and emotionally and it was coming to a close. Just one more piece of revenge.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, lifting her face and allowing the water to beat against her. She closed her eyes and turned around. The water hit her neck like tiny massaging needles.

She grabbed the soap and lathered her body, washing her cunt, ridding herself of Roger's thick white cum. Her giggle echoed in the stall as she watched the white cum ooze down her thighs.

"Got to make room for more," she said aloud, her voice reverberating. "Lots more." She laughed, unable to suppress her pleasure. "Ooooo, are you gonna be surprised when you come, Tony. I got just what you want for dinner – the same thing Patsy is planning for Ray."

She rinsed the soap off her body as her hands played gently along her wet, shining flesh. A shiver gripped her as the water turned cold. She shut it off and climbed out of the shower, grabbing a large pink, fluffy towel.

With it wrapped around her body, she padded into the bedroom and went to the closet. "Now what should I wear?" she pondered, opening the door and looking at her sister's clothes. "Something hot and sexy."

"Mmmm, this looks nice." She pulled out a long black silk robe. She tossed it on the bed and went to Patsy's dresser and rummaged through the drawers.

"Oooo, what's this?" She pulled out a pair of lace panties. "Crotchless too." She giggled and threw off the towel. After finding the matching bra and the rest of what she wanted, she went to the mirror and tried everything on.

"Instant hard-on," she mouthed, staring at herself.

What stared back was a tall blonde with black panties and bra with long net stockings covering her legs. A red garter topped it off.

"I didn't know you went in for things like this, Tony," she whispered. Her passion welled in her gut. "You're gonna cream."

She slipped the robe on, tied the sash around her waist and went back into the bathroom to blow-dry her hair.

A short time later, she stood behind the small bar Tony had built in the corner of the living room. Nervously, she poured herself three fingers of Scotch. She glanced at the clock and crossed her fingers, hoping Tony would get home early, and at the same time, hoping Patsy would be so involved with Ray, she would forget about the time.

She took a sip of Scotch and froze. The front door had opened! "Here goes," she sighed, coming out from behind the bar. "I sure hopes it's Tony." She plopped on the sofa and waited, her heart pounding in her ears.

"I'm home, honey," Tony called from the foyer. "What's for dinner?" He hung up his jacket, strode into the living room and stopped.

"Hi," Gretchen purred. "You're home early. I'm glad."

"Gretchen. What… what are you doing here?" His eyes scanned the room, then came back to Gretchen. "Where's Patsy?"

"One question at a time," she said, enjoying the look of astonishment on his face. "I'm here to make you dinner."

"I thought you were at your mother's."

"I got home early. A little too early, but I'll explain later."

"Patsy?"

"She's at my house." She stifled a giggle. "Making dinner for Ray."

"I don't understand."

"Then make yourself a drink and join me. I'll fill you in."

He nodded and went to the bar, questions running rampant in his head. He poured gin into a glass and took a large swallow.

Gretchen enjoyed his bewilderment.

"Why didn't you just go home?" He came back, sat across from her, his drink tight in his hand.

"I thought it would be more interesting this way," she teased. "Don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Gretchen stood and did a pirouette. "How do you like me in my sister's clothes?"

He was unable to take his eyes off her. "You look terrific. Now what's going on?" He was becoming annoyed. "Patsy might be home any minute. Christ if she comes in and sees you dressed like that, she'll go through the roof!"

Gretchen laughed and plopped back on the couch. "Ohhh, Tony, don't be such a fool." The clinging robe parted, baring her legs and her net stockings that hugged her skin. "Patsy won't be home for a long time. While she's gone, we can play. You game?"

"I'm game," he admitted, "but not here."

"Why not?"

"I told you Patsy could walk in any second!"

His groin tightened. Gretchen was older than Patsy, but she was a great-looking bitch. "Why?"

Gretchen took a sip of her drink then set the glass down. "It's simple. She's at my house doing with Ray what I hope you and I can do." She smiled. "I'll spell it. F-U-C-K."

"With Ray?"

"With Ray," she said. "It seems since my baby sister married you she has discovered how much fun sex is. Now she wants to experiment with my husband too."

"You're crazy!"

"You're the third person to say that. Rut I convinced all the others they were wrong." She stood up and opened her robe. It slipped silently to the floor. "Unless you think I'm too old for you."

"Christ, Gretchen," he rasped, ogling her sexy outfit. "Did Patsy put you up to this?" He still was not convinced.

She took the drink from his hand. "No, but Patsy, in her small way, has shown me how much fun cheating can be."

She eased him back in his chair and climbed onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and wiggled. The scent of her perfume enveloped him. Her soft body felt fantastic against him.

"I can feel your hard-on. It's pressing up against my ass!" She squirmed, he groaned, and she snuggled tighter. She brought her lips to his neck and kissed him. "We can have a ball, Tony."

A soft moan came out of his mouth as she twisted on his cock. "When's the joke over?"

He expected Patsy to walk in laughing.

"It's no joke, Tony." She dragged her tongue along his neck and snaked it into his ear. "No joke."

Her hot voice pounded in his brain.

"Patsy wouldn't let things get this far if this were a joke." She brought his hand up, placing it firmly on her tit. "Squeeze."

Tony did, but still didn't accept the fact that his wife was with Ray.

"Mmmmm," she purred. She nibbled and tongued his ear as he mauled her tits. "I could be doing this to your cock." She sucked and chewed his ear.

Tony reached down between her legs, parting the opening of her panties. His fingers were greeted with warm pussy-cream. "Damn!" he mumbled under his breath.

"I'm all wet for your cock, Tony," she rasped in his ear. "Ml wet and juicy. And I'm dying to find out what turned my sister onto sex. You must be great."

"If I were great, she wouldn't be with Ray," he groaned in anger.

"I'm here to help you get even."

"How do you know for sure?" He was fighting his urge to take advantage of what Gretchen was offering.

"I came home yesterday and found them together. There was no doubt. When I called and said I was still at the hospital, she jumped at the chance to go back today. What else do you want? I didn't stick around to watch them fuck."

Then he believed. Patsy had seemed a little strange last night and she did seem awfully happy about the prospect of going back and making Ray's dinner tonight. Her words still rang in his head. "It's the least I can do for him."

"You ready to play?"

"Let me make a call." He eased her off his lap. "You mind?"

Gretchen shrugged. "Be my guest." A twinkle gleamed in her eyes. "I'll bet you're gonna call Ray."

"You guessed it." He walked over to the phone and grabbed it angrily, punching out the numbers on the board.