Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

"This might be fun." She hurried over and plopped on a chair. Her hand went to his pants and she pulled dawn his zipper. "I'll suck, you talk." She giggled and pulled his cock from his pants.

Tony groaned as Ray answered the phone. "Ray?" He tried unsuccessfully to push Gretchen away.

"Yeah," Ray said. "What's happening?"

"Is Patsy there?" He stifled a groan as the heat from Gretchen's mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

"Yeah," Ray gulped. "She's in the kitchen making me something to eat." His eyes darted across the room to Patsy. She was naked, playing with a Coke bottle between her legs. "I'll get her."

Tony covered the mouthpiece. "Christ, will you wait?"

"I can't," Gretchen cooed. "I'm hungry. Patsy's probably doing the same thing to Ray." She went back to his cock and sloshed her mouth avidly over his prick.

Ray motioned to Patsy. "It's Tony. He's home." His voice was strained and a lump was growing rapidly in his throat.

Patsy's eyebrows arched. "Eewww, I hope he doesn't come over here." She bounced over to the phone, tits jiggling, ass wriggling. "Hi, Tony! You're home early."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "How come you're over there?" Anger was boiling in his veins.

"I told you last night. I'm helping Ray out." She winked at a disturbed Ray. "It'll be the last night. Gretchen is coming home tomorrow."

Tony's face hardened. Gretchen's mouth was making his nuts ache. "I just wanted to tell you, you don't have to bother with my dinner tonight."

"What's wrong, honey?" she purred. "Have a hard day?"

"You could say that. But I intend to have a better night."

"I know," she giggled. "I'll come home and take care of all your tension."

"You don't have to," he snarled. "I have somebody making me dinner the same way you're making dinner for Ray!" He slammed the phone down, almost driving it through the table. "I fixed that little bitch!"

Gretchen stopped licking his prick. "Why did you do that?" she pouted. "She might come home now and ruin everything."

"She's not going to ruin our night whether she comes home or not!" He pulled Gretchen to her feet. "Right?"

"Ooooo, I see what you mean," she cooed, melting into his arms.

Tony, angry and hot, crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue pushing beyond her yielding lips, invading her throat. His hands slid roughly down her back, cupping the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed and Gretchen gurgled.

Gretchen scratched his neck like a playful kitten. She rubbed her body into his and felt his hard-on push against her belly. His clothes felt coarse against her skin and she reveled in it.

"Unnnn," she sighed as he pulled his mouth away. "You're rough."

"You, mind?"

"Shit, no. I like it." She pulled at his shirt, popping the buttons in her exuberance to get it off him. "You've got a nice chest." She tossed his shirt on the floor. "Hairy too." She clawed her nails over his chest and through his thick mat of curly hair. "Strong."

Gretchen was restoring his ego. His chest swelled. "Strong enough to make you scream."

"I'm counting on it," she sighed. She brought her mouth to his chest and chewed on his nipple, then sucked it. "Your hair tickles."

"You're one sexy bitch, Gretchen."

Her hand skimmed down to his crotch. As she slobbered over his chest, she worked frantically on his pants. Pushing them down, she followed with her mouth, sinking to her knees.

"Now let's see what turned my little sister into a sex-crazed husband-stealing bitch." She forced down his shorts and grabbed his thick, veiny cock.

A knot was growing in Tony's gut. "Eat it, baby. Chew it all up."

"Why do you think I'm down here?" She became an animal. This was the culmination of her revenge – Patsy's husband. Then it would be over. Or would it? The thought as she stroked his delicious cock was intriguing.

"Stop looking and suck!" He grabbed his prick at the base and aimed it at her ripe, wet mouth. "Open up. I'm gonna feed you."

"I'm drooling." She opened her mouth and fucked her tongue out. "Lay it right there." She extended her tongue.

Tony plopped his fat prick on her tongue and shuddered as she licked it. "In your mouth."

"Later," she promised.

With him holding his cock, she lapped her tongue over the length of it. She nibbled on the shaft and his fingers as he gripped the base. She sucked his fingers and shaft, then sloshed her way back to the bulbous head of his hard prickmeat.

"Now I'll suck it," she panted. Her mouth enveloped his prick until her hungry lips touched his fingers. She pushed his hand away, anxious to feel all his cock buried in her throat.

Tony lunged, helping her take the last inch of his cock. A low growling moan exploded from his mouth.

Gretchen sank her teeth into the base of his prick and adjusted to the fabulous invasion of her gullet. Her hands clawed up his muscled thighs and around to his tight ass. With his prick buried, she scratched her talons down his ass cheeks, making him howl and jab his cock into her face. His prick throbbed with a life of its own. Her pussy creamed, jealous of her mouth. Pulsing beats inside her cunthole begged for his cock, but she wasn't through sucking it yet.

Tony staggered under the heavy sensations of her eager mouth. He humped, driving his groin into her face. His cock sliced deep as she tormented him with her sharp nails. His anger turned to lust, blending.

He grabbed her hair, his fingers entwined. Over and over again he pounded her face, hard grunts, fast jabs, balls whacking against her chin. "Aghhh! Baby!"

Gretchen accepted his punishing blows, welcomed them. She urged him on with her nails clawing his ass, the back of his thighs, his nuts. She used her mouth – chewing bites, deep sucks, whipping lashes with her tongue.

Tony shuddered and ground to a halt. Shaking, he released her hair. "Christ, baby." He pulled his cock from her hot gripping throat.

"I loved it," she gasped, choking for a second as she cleared her throat. "God!"

She pulled herself up with his help. "I'm yours, Tony." She rubbed her body against his. "Do whatever you want." She stepped back, offering herself with open arms. "Anything."

Anger propelled him, passion closing fast. He reached out, grabbed her bra and ripped. It came away in his hand.

"Oooo! Caveman-style." She shivered in joy.

He ogled her voluptuous tits. His prick throbbed, twitching with the memory of her mouth. He stared at her panties.

"You don't have to rip these off. They're crotch-less."

He didn't want to hear. He grabbed, tore, and ripped them away, baring her exquisite pussy. "Now you're ready for my cock."

"I've been ready since you walked in the door," she mewed, licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.

He stripped off his pants and grabbed her, crushing her in his arms. Hot tittie meat burned into his chest. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Sounds great." Her belly touched wet cock. "Your prick is so hot! It's burning my skin."

"It's gonna burn your pussy in a second." He ground his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue in deep. Brutally he kneaded her ass with his rough hands.

"Now for your pussy," the growled as he let her go. "Over the couch, Gretchen."

Gretchen eagerly bent over, offering her naked ass to be used or abused. She parted her long, slender legs encased in black net and waited. "Shove it deep, Tony. Take out all your frustrations."

He came up behind her wielding his cock. "I intend to." He dragged his prick through her ripe pussy, coated it with warm cream, then pulled it up to the crack of her ass, soaking the wrinkled ass.

"What are you doing?" She trembled in ecstasy, feeding on his anger. It stimulated her, made her anxious.

"I'm gonna fuck both holes." He soaked his cock in her sudsy vat of pussy juice. "You like?"