Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

"Does that answer your question?"

"Ummmm, Frank. Oooo, yesss!" She jerked, then dropped her head back against the padded booth and rode to the top of her orgasm, hoping the pleasure would erase the painful memories. "I'm ready, Frank. I'm gonna cream all over the fuckin' booth."

"Just do it without screaming all over the damn place," he groaned, his balls busting in his pants. He jabbed hard, making her pay for his frustration with powerful stabs.

She swooned, her eyes drifting down the length of the bar. "I'm cumming." It was a hoarse, barely audible whisper. "I'm creaming, Frank." She went quietly into her orgasm, restraining herself from lashing out and grabbing it fully. It added to her pleasure. Controlled passion was very exciting.

"Cum, baby," he moaned, jamming his fingers in and out of her exploding cunt. Hot cum gushed over his fingers. He could hear the squishing noises with each thrust. "Cum." His arm was aching. His position was uncomfortable and his cock was bent painfully in his pants.

"Oooo, I ammmm," she panted, watching the blue lights around the bar turn fuzzy as another orgasm whipped through her pussy, almost destroying her self-control. "I ammmm."

Her back arched and her neck strained, her eyes rolling to the ceiling as it spun. She shuddered and trembled on the seat, bathing both his fingers and the cool leather in warm pussy cum. She brought her hand to her mouth and sank her teeth into her fist as another wild orgasm tore through her pussy.

The two drinks on the table shook. Frank saw it and figured the table would be next. "Easy, baby." He slowed his stabbing pace.

"Nooooo," she mouthed softly. "Don't stop yet." She worked to get him going again. Her hips moved rapidly. One drink spilled. "Ooooooo." A spasm seized her and she collapsed back into the softness of the leather, panting, sucking air into her lungs.

Frank brought his sticky, cum-drenched fingers from her pussy and wiped them clean on a napkin. "Christ." His lust had made him irritable. "I thought you were going to knock over the friggin' table."

She giggled, her passion for the moment sated. The experience had been fantastic, the revenge sweet. "You should have let me lick your fingers clean."

"I'll let you lick my cock clean after I fuck you." He took her hand [missing text].

"Mmmm, I'm going to love that." She picked up her panties and laid them on the seat. "A souvenir for the bartender."

"C'mon, let's get out of here." He tossed a few bills on the table and helped her out of the booth.

They weaved around a few empty tables and hurried from the dimly lit lounge into the bright daylight.

Gretchen squinted against the sun, holding her hand up to shade her eyes. She was excited. "Flow close did you say your apartment was from here?"

"Right around the corner." He tugged on her hand, anxious to get her into bed.

She fell into step beside him as they moved from the entrance of the lounge. "I'm right with you." She squeezed his hand, her heart pounding. It was getting more exciting by the minute!

"Nice place," Gretchen said as he let her into his apartment. She kicked off her shoes and stood in the center of the large living room. "Suppose your wife walks in on us?"

"I told you. She's out of town." He locked the door and took three long strides, bringing him to where Gretchen stood. He pulled her into his arms and fused his mouth to hers. His hands dropped to her ass cheeks. He squeezed and she ground her belly into his cock.

"Oh, Frank. You're so rough." She wriggled from his arms. "Make me a drink."

"Later, baby," he growled, hauling her back into his arms. "First, we go to bed."

"Ummmmm, I like that." She grabbed his crotch. "You gonna stick that in me?"

"As soon as I get you to bed." He took her slim waist and pulled her toward the bedroom.

"Not yet," she pouted. She yanked away arid hurried over to the French doors. "What's out there?"

"The terrace," he said, following her.

She threw open the doors and stepped outside. "How about out here?" She leaned against the railing, her tits jutting out, her legs spread, a gleam in her dazzling blue eyes.

"You must be crazy." He stared hard.

"Is this crazy?" Slowly she lifted her skirt, her long, sexy legs appearing until she stopped, the hem of her skirt just hiding her pussy. "You like?"

"I love it, baby." His eyes popped. Her legs were gorgeous. "C'mon back inside."

She shook her head. "No, Frank." As if under a spell, she dropped her skirt back into place and began to fumble with the buttons to her blouse. She took it off and giggled. "I'm gonna strip for you."

He shook his head. "Go ahead." His eyes darted to the building across the street. If anyone was looking they would enjoy the show.

With her blouse tossed over a lounge chair, she unhooked her bra, allowed it to slip forward. She shook her tits, the bra dropped. Her hands came up, cupping them. "The air feels good."

Frank gawked. She was magnificent.

With a silly grin on her face, Gretchen undid her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. "No panties. I wonder what the bartender will do with them?" She caressed her flesh as Frank ogled her.

"Let me suck you out here, Frank." She licked her lips. "I'm good at it. My husband will tell you." She tossed back her head and laughed.

She dropped to the lounge chair and wiggled her finger. "C'mon, Frank. I'm hungry for your cock."

Frank was caught in her spell. He came to her, standing in front of her face, his crotch bulging. "It's all yours."

She rubbed the palm of her hand over his bulge. "Your wife ever sack you out here."

"Nah." He combed his fingers through her thick blonde hair. "She's shy."

"I'm not," Gretchen sighed. She pulled down his zipper and fished inside his pants. Her fingers latched around the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock. "I got it." She hauled his prick out and gasped. "Oooo, it's a beauty!"

Frank jerked his hips. Her squeezing fingers were driving him crazy. "Suck it, baby." He jerked again, driving his cock through her fist. "Eat it."

"I will." She savored the hardness, thrilled to the throbbing muscle. Her blue eyes devoured his prick. She fucked out her tongue, slapping it over the bloated head of his cock.

"Yeahhh," Frank moaned.

She did it again, then brought her lips to his piss-slot and kissed it. Her mouth opened and his cockhead disappeared inside. Her lips closed tight, cheeks drew in.

"Christ, baby," he groaned, tightening his grip in the thickness of her hair. "Damn!" He sucked in his breath and slammed her face forward, driving his prick in to the root.

Gretchen gagged, her face turning scarlet. The thickness of his cock clogged her throat and made her eyes bug out. A gargle came from her stuffed throat and she straggled.

Frank let out his breath and released his death grip on Gretchen's hair. "Baby!"

She pulled off, gasping for air. "You trying to kill me?" She looked up at him, her breathing returning to normal. "Take it easy."

"Sorry, baby. You got me crazy."

"You're forgiven." She kissed the head of his cock.

"So are you."

She opened her mouth again and clamped her lips around his bloated cock. This time she gobbled him to the root without his help. She held his prick in her throat, breathing through her nose.

"Unnnn," Frank rasped, his prick buried in her gullet. "Chew it up."

Gretchen did, expertly. She used her tongue, her teeth, her lips. Up and down the length of his prickshaft she worked her magic, sucking, chewing, whipping her tongue.

Frank went wild. He slammed hard, driving his cock to the hilt with each lunge of his hips. His neck strained and his lips drew back against his teeth. "Jesus Christ!"

Gretchen held his hips and kept her mouth steady, allowing him to plunder her throat. Her pussy seeped, soaking the chair. Her nipples swelled, aching for his mouth. Soft gurgling noises escaped from her throat. His cock was swelling, she had to stop.