Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

"I'm cuming!" she howled in sheer bliss, thrashing beneath him on the floor. "I'm cuming!"

Ray already knew. He beat her squishy pussy senseless with his steel-beamed cockshaft, keeping up the rabid pace. He purposely kept her in her orgasm while he raced to join her.

Patsy's pussy erupted again. Hot pussycream flooded her overstuffed cunt and spilled out over Ray's balls. She twisted, contorted on the floor, quivering in ecstasy, waiting for him to join her.

He did. His balls unloaded a thick stream of white cum and it squirted through his cock, out his piss-slot, where it splattered deep into the hot bubbling depths of Patsy's cunthole. It flooded her quickly, mingled with her pussycream and oozed out her cuntlips. For a second, he leered into her contorted face, but the strength of his orgasm needed all of his concentration. The squirming body beneath him became a hazy blur as he pounded her furiously. One violent jab followed the other, until they all blended into one continuous motion.

Patsy arched her back. Her mouth was open, eyes popped. The room spun. She grabbed his hammering hips, clawed his skin, and grunted loudly with each horrendous thrust. Her legs stiffened and curled around him, heels jamming into his taut back.

"More! More!" Her screams shattered the air as his cock sliced into the syrupy depths of her orgasming pussy. "Ray! Oooo, Ray!"

"Baby!" he growled fiercely. His face was contorted into a mask of lust. "Baby!" He battled the wrenching twisting body and plowed her with a deluge of violent jabs that overpowered her and drove her into submission. One, two, three tremendous stabs, then a fourth.

Patsy raked his tense body with her nails and writhed beneath him. The stormy orgasm began to subside. Her movements became softer, less frantic, more fluid. She rode with him, her spongy cunt gulping at the fiery cum that continued to spurt into her pussy.

"Oooo, Ray, I feel it! Oooo, I'm drowning in your cum!" Floating breathlessly to the peak again, she soared into the dizzy heights of bliss.

Ray took her into another orgasm. His cock plunged deep and his balls whacked the cheeks of her ass. They had been once full of cum, then half-empty, now they were hollow shells. His pounding abated, and the spurting pisser of his cockhead began to ooze out the last few drops of cum.

He groaned with an air of finality, dropped on top of Patsy's overheated body, his face nested in the crook of her neck. Panting, his prick spent but still buried, he remained in this position.

Patsy caressed his back. Her own body was exhausted, satisfied for the moment. "Ohhh, Ray, you were fantastic! God, I thought I was going to die!" She hugged him tight.

Ray grunted and rolled off her sweaty body. His limp cock popped from her overflowing pussy. "You're a great piece of ass, Patsy," he moaned. "Really great!"

"As good as my sister?" she asked, sibling rivalry lifting its ugly head.

"What you lack in finesse, you make up in enthusiasm." He grinned, rolled to his side, and pulled his young sister-in-law into his arms. "Now, why don't you make us some coffee before Gretchen calls and tells us how your mother is?"

Patsy giggled and grabbed his limp cock. "If you promise to fuck me again later."

She crawled out of his arms and bounced to her feet, running naked to the kitchen.

Ray groaned as he watched the jiggling ass cheeks of the eighteen year old sexpot as she ran out of the room. "Damn," he muttered, sensing the trouble this little escapade would probably cause. "Damn!"

Gretchen walked the streets, dazed, her mind reeling under the impact of what she had witnessed. Patsy, her sister and Ray! It was terrible, horrible. She walked blindly, her eyes filled with tears, her heart aching. She fought the pain and replaced it with revenge.

Sniffing back her tears, she spotted a phone. An evil grin played at the corners of her mouth and she hurried to it, the rest of the street a blur. Fishing in her purse, she found a dime and dropped it in the slot. Trembling, she dialed the number and waited, imagining them naked, fucking on the floor. It sickened her.

The line clicked open. "Ray."

"Honey," Ray said. He pushed Patsy's hand away from his cock. "Where are you?" For a second his heart had stopped. Hearing Gretchen's voice while he was with Patsy was strange.

"I'm calling from a telephone booth outside the hospital," she lied. She bit her lip to keep from crying.

"How's your mother?" He felt odd talking with his wife and fending off Patsy at the same time.

"She's…" She almost cried. "She's fine," she finally managed to say. "The operation turned out to be for her appendix. She's as healthy as you or I. You know how my mother [missing text]."

"Yeah," Ray said, surrendering to Patsy's hand.

"Is my sister there?" Gretchen's voice was brittle.

"Hold on, I'll get her." He swallowed the lump in his throat and covered the mouthpiece. He squirmed away from Patsy's grasping hand.

Patsy giggled. Devilment glittered in her blue eyes. "Does Gretchen want me?" she whispered.

He nodded and put his mouth back to the phone. "She'll be here in a minute."

Gretchen stifled an urge to cry. She waited. "Sis," Patsy bubbled, taking the phone from Ray's hand. "How's mom?" She snuggled in Ray's arms and placed his hand over the meaty fullness of her tit. She squeezed his fingers, sinking them into the flesh.

"She's fine, Patsy." At this moment she hated her younger sister with all her heart. "I'm bringing her home this afternoon. It was only her appendix."

"When are you coming home?" Patsy was happy about her mother, but wanted to know how long she would be able to have fun with Ray.

Gretchen thought for a moment. "Probably tomorrow night or the following morning." A wisp of a plan was forming in her mind. "Maybe you can make dinner for Ray tonight."

"I'd love to," Patsy squealed. She reached down and squeezed Ray's cock.

I knew you would, Gretchen thought. "Don't neglect Tony," she said aloud.

"I won't Gretchen," she giggled. "Tell mom hi and I'll call her tonight."

"Don't call tonight," Gretchen said quickly. "She'll be tired. Wait until tomorrow night. I'll call before I leave and you can talk to mom."

"Whatever you say. Call me here. I'll stop over and make supper for. Ray again." She squeezed his cock. "He can use another hot meal." She choked back a laugh.

"Say goodbye to Ray." Gretchen hung up before bursting into tears.

"Oooooo, Ray," Patsy sighed, dropping the phone back in its cradle. "We've got all day – tonight too, if Tony works. And tomorrow and maybe tomorrow night. God!" She threw herself into his arms and smothered him in hot kisses.

With her eyes flooded with tears, Gretchen rushed from the telephone booth. "Roger," she muttered under her breath. "Ray's brother."

She started walking, blinded with tears, bumping immediately into someone. "Sorry," she said, side-stepping, hoping to go around the person before they noticed she was crying.

"Are you all right?" He took her arms, she stumbled [missing text].

"I'm fine," she said, seeing him through blurred vision. "If you'll just let me go."

He noticed her tears. "Is there something I can do?"

She forced her mouth into a smile and sniffed back her tears. "A drink," she blurted out. "I'd like a drink."

"I know just the place." He held her arm and guided her across the street to an intimate cocktail lounge he frequented.

Gretchen allowed the stranger to take her across the street and into the dimly lit lounge. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the dark, sensuous room. For a moment the soft music enveloped her, blocking out the hurt.

"I don't even know your name," she whispered as he helped her into the dark booth in the rear of the lounge.