Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

"In a kid sort of way," he said, his groin tightening. "Why don't you get undressed and join me?" He winked, "I'll soap your back."

She handed him the soap and rinsed her hands. "I thought you'd be too tired." She peeled off her clothes, gave him her hand and climbed into the shower, sliding the door closed.

"You're acting kind of strange. Anything happen while you were at your mother's?"

"I was enlightened," she said cryptically.

He lathered her creamy tits as the water beat against his neck. "Tell me about it."

His massaging hands were soothing and she closed her eyes. "I learned that faithful husbands aren't always faithful," she continued in her vague manner.

A fist gripped him, in the gut. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You tell me," she said, opening her eyes and staring him boldly in the face.

"I think you're crazy." He dipped his hand down between her legs and soaped her pussy.

"I don't know why everyone calls me crazy," she hummed. She parted her legs, giving Ray room to maneuver the soap.

"Who's everyone?" He was leery about the way she was acting. Christ, if she even suspected something had happened between him and Patsy, the roof would be blown off the house!

"Some people I met," she giggled. She turned around. "How about soaping my asshole?" She closed her eyes and parted the cheeks of her ass. "Be careful, it's tender." She swallowed a laugh.

"What people?" He was almost afraid to ask. He brought the soap up through the crack, then down between her legs, until her crotch and ass bubbled in a frothy white.

Gretchen stared at her reflection in the wet tile. Her features were distorted. "Remember when I called you yesterday?"

"I do." He had the feeling of impending doom, but he couldn't put his finger on why.

"When I hung up, I met this marvelous man." She let the thought hang, wanting to torture him a bit.

His gut flipped. "Why would a stranger say you were crazy?" His voice was tight and his soaping hand on her pussy turned to quick rough jerks.

"Do it easy. I'm tender down there." This time she allowed the laugh to escape.

"Stop the shit!" he said, getting angry. "What about this guy?"

Gretchen faced him. Water bounced off his shoulders and sprayed her face. It was her moment of truth, the games were over. She swallowed back her own anger, and a fear that her marriage was over.

"I'm waiting," he said impatiently.

"He bought me a drink," she began slowly, wondering now if it was a good idea to air all the things that had happened. It would be easy to stop, to forget and start over as if nothing had happened. She braced herself – it did happen and it had to be dealt with.

"He thought I was crazy when I asked him to get me to cum in the bar." It was out and the rest quickly followed. "We went to his place and he fucked me." Tears began to flow from her eyes, masked by the spray of the shower.

Ray dropped the soap. His face filled with disbelief. "You… you wouldn't do that."

"I did," she said defiantly. "And I enjoyed it too. He fucked me on his balcony."

Ray saw the truth in her eyes. Anger, hate, jealousy, all raged up inside him. He brought himself under control and slid the glass door back, climbed out of the shower. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted. "Why? Why?"

Gretchen followed him out. She tramped into the bedroom after him. "Because you cheated on [missing text]."

He stopped and spun around. She knew, but how? He decided to brazen it out. "You're crazy! I've never cheated on you."

"You're full of shit and I'm not crazy!" Her voice cracked and she sobbed.

"No I didn't!" he shouted back.

Gretchen brought herself under control. "I came home yesterday, Ray. I walked into this fucking house and saw you with my bitch sister! Now tell me I'm crazy."

He fought back the fist that was trying to come up through his throat. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. "I couldn't help myself," he said feebly.

"I suppose you couldn't help yourself again tonight?" She was slinking, her stomach turmoil.

He was silent.

"You don't have to worry. I made up for it in spades." She spat out each word. "Last night I fucked the bellboy where I stayed and today I fucked Tony while you were with Patsy. I took real good care of him."

The words rang in his ears. Blind rage gripped him. He took three steps and slapped her hard across the face. "You whore!" He slapped her again, knocking her to the bed. "Whore!"

Sprawled on the bed, she cried. "If I'm a whore, what does that make you? Tell me that!"

He glared at his wife. A pulse throbbed in his temple. His cock swelled. There was something strangely erotic happening. "I guess it makes me a fool."

Gretchen noticed his prick growing. "Was Patsy good?"

He licked his lips nervously. The fact that she had been wanted, even fucked by other men, made her appear more desirable than ever. He didn't understand it. It was so bizarre!

"Was she?" Gretchen shouted.

He didn't know why, but he grinned, a nervous reaction. "No one is as good as you, honey."

"You've got a hard-on," she said. "Thinking about Patsy?"

He shook his head. "Did you enjoy fucking the other men?" He had to know. He wasn't sure why, but it was important.

"Yes," she sobbed. "But not the way I enjoy it with you," she quickly added. "I did it to get revenge." She calmed herself. "Ray," she said softly. "Come to bed. We have a lot to do."

His prick was throbbing hard. He climbed on the bed and took her in his arms.

Gretchen fused her wet body against him. Her lips parted and touched his, accepting his tongue. She squirmed, their wet bodies squeaking as they hugged and kissed feverishly.

"I love you, Ray," she moaned, kissing his face and neck ardently. "I love you so much."

"Baby. Sweet, baby!" His hands roamed her body frantically, exploring her wet flesh, kneading it roughly. His fuck hurt, pressed into her softness.

Gretchen wiggled out of his grasp and climbed over him. She leered into his face. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Ray groaned his approval. His head was reeling with bizarre thoughts.

Gretchen kissed his neck, dragged her wet tongue to his chest. She licked his nipples, mixing her spit with his wet, showered body. Soft murmuring sighs escaped her mouth as she chewed and sucked his chest.

"Sweetheart," he moaned. "I love you." Her mouth was like fire.

She didn't speak, she was too involved in devouring his body. She chewed his arms, shoulders, licking, sucking, frantic in her desire to please.

Ray relaxed, savoring his wife's mouth as she worked her way methodically down to the tightness of his groin. "Take your time," he rasped, never wanting it to end. "We have the rest of our lives."

Gretchen knew it and her heart filled with love. She nibbled on his flat stomach, chewed his lips, licked her tongue through his cock hair. She was in heaven. She sensed something, a change in their attitudes and it excited her.

Gripping his towering cock in her fist, she sighed. "I've missed your prick, honey. Missed it terribly."

"Even with all the other cocks you've had?" He groaned, jerked his hips.

"Yes." She dropped her head and gripped the base of his prick with her teeth. One hard bite, one loud groan and she released it.

"I'm gonna eat you alive, my husband. Eat you until you scream for my pussy."

She straddled his legs, her dripping pussy against his knee. She soaked it in pussy juice, then nibbled her way down to his thighs, hitting her cunt against his toes. Soft bites on his thighs had him moaning.

"My cock, baby! Not my thighs."

She ignored him, chewing the inner flesh of his thighs. His groans were wonderful. Down his leg she licked. Reaching his toes, she sucked each one, a prelude to what she would soon do to his cock.