Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

Frank was of no help. Her mouth was too good. He jabbed hard, pounding his cock in and out of her throat. "Baby!" He felt his balls rumble. "Baby!"

She pulled her mouth off his prick. "No, Frank. No!" Her tits heaved. "My pussy needs it." She stood, swaying on her feet. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Frank was out of his skull. He would have fucked her on a street corner. He spun her around. "Bend over, bitch!"

Moaning between racking sobs of passion, Gretchen obeyed. She leaned forward, bracing herself on the chair, her rump vulnerable, her pussy oozing for a taste of his cock. "Shove it deep," she hissed.

"I know how to fuck," he growled. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her hips. He held her steady, his prick pointed, throbbing in readiness. He lurched forward, driving his prick into the steamy wetness of her cunthole, stopping when his groin met her ass. "Deep enough?"

"Ooooh, yessss!" Her knees buckled. "Oooo, yesss!" Her hips rotated in a tight circle and she massaged his buried cock with the cushiony muscles of her scalding pussy. "Pump! Pump!"

Frank eased out, the pressure of her cunt muscles tremendous. With only his cock tip buried, he slammed back into her cunt, squishy pussy-cream soaking his zipper and pants. Again he brought his cock out to the tip, then drove it back into the spongy heat of her pussy.

"Faster! Faster!" she cried, wriggling her ass, absorbing his powerful thrusts and feeding on his cunt-splitting cock. "Oooo, Frank! Faster!"

Frank plowed faster. He shortened his strokes, but the overpowering strength was still evident. His prick swelled, his balls, still buried in his pants, rumbling. His fingers dug into her flesh as cunt muscles grabbed his prick. "Gum, baby. Gum!"

Gretchen twisted her head around, saw the lust etched in his face. Her eyes floated for a second, then held his image locked in place. "I ammmmmmm! I'm cumminggg!" Her pussy exploded. Hot cunt-cream bathed his driving prick. She gripped the arms of the chair, her tits hanging, swinging, aching as her pussy exploded again.

His jabbing cock felt the full fury of her exploding pussy. He pounded, his prick ready to burst. The cords in his neck stretched and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Cummmm!" she screamed, her voice filling the air. "Cummm!" She battled him, using her pussy, her hips, taking him to the peak.

Frank couldn't hold out under the pressure. His balls rumbled, then erupted, spewing hot, thick, white cum through his prick. It gushed from his piss-slot, splattering the hot sticky depths of her cunt. "I'm cumminggg," he roared, his deep voice blending with her high pitched wails.

Hard demanding thrusts, backward twists, their bodies met, fused, then divided. Over and over again his cock sliced into her pussy, squirting cum. Her cunt pulsed, gulped his cum and bathed his prick in its own sweet mixture. The speed increased. Their cum blended, oozed from her hole, soaking his pants.

"Ooooo!" Her knees buckled. "Frank!" She fought her way back. Her entire body went into spasm. Swollen tittie meat banged painfully into the chair. She twisted her hips, rocked from side to side, the light of day fading as her eyes drifted into her skull.

Frank's powerful body continued to slam into Gretchen's frame in short, rapid thrusts, deep flooding squirts of cum. He began to slow, the end in sight. He refused to accept it, gritting his teeth and plunging faster.

Gretchen succumbed. She screamed, falling forward onto the chair. His cock popped from her pussy, spraying a few pearl drops on her back. She turned, sprawled on her back, legs spread, a dreamy smile on her face.

Frank looked down at her. He held his limp cock in his fist. "You're a crazy bitch."

She laughed, gasping at his sticky, dripping prick. "So are you."

"Lick me clean, baby."

"I thought you'd never ask." She pulled herself up and touched his cock. "You're all sticky with my pussy juice and your cum."

"I know. Now clean me up." He lunged toward her mouth, parting her lips with his cockhead.

She licked him like a cat catering to her young. Finished, she slipped her mouth from his limp prick. "Your wife will have to clean your pants."

Frank pulled her up. "Come on inside. We'll fuck again."

"I wonder if anyone watched," she said as she ran naked back into Frank's apartment. "I certainly hope so," she added.

Refreshed and ashamed, yet feeling she had accomplished something in her quest for revenge, Gretchen caught a cab in front of Frank's apartment. She gave the driver the name of a hotel in town and settled back in the seat.

"Roger is next," she whispered, thinking about tonight ahead.

She glanced at her watch. "Damn." Its late and the hungry feeling in the pit of her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten a thing all day. After paying off the driver and registering at the desk, she allowed the handsome young bellboy to carry her small overnight bag up to her room.

"Thanks," the bellboy said as Gretchen laid four one-dollar bills in his hand. "If you want anything, ask for Tim."

"I'll remember that, Tim." She gave him a hot smile that churned his stomach. She watched him go, then went to the phone and ordered dinner sent up to her room.

Sipping her coffee after eating, she reached for the phone. After dialing nine, she heard the dial tone and dialed Roger's home, hoping to catch him before he went out. About to hang up in defeat, the line clicked open.

"Hello?" a sultry voice purred.

Gretchen was surprised to hear a woman's voice. In her anger she had forgotten about Roger never being alone. She smiled sadly, seeing a lonely night ahead of her. "Is Roger there?"

"Who wants to know?" The woman's voice had become wary, defensive.

"Tell him it's his sister-in-law." She imaged Roger beside the mysterious woman, both naked, both in bed, a place she should be now, with Ray. She forced her husband from her mind.

"What can I do for you, Gretchen? I hope you don't need a ride. I'm a little tied up right now."

"I can tell." Gretchen laughed, forgetting her own troubles for the moment. "It wasn't important. Will you be in your office all day tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Why don't you stop by in the afternoon? I'll be busy all morning."

"The same way?" she quipped.

Roger grinned. "Business in the morning. Pleasure at night."

"I hear it's pleasure all the time."

"Rumors," he said.

"I'd better hang up. Your company might get jealous. If you put her back on the line, I'll assure her I'm really your sister-in-law."

Roger laughed. "You don't have to. She heard it all. I'll see you tomorrow around two."

"Bye, Roger." She dropped the phone back in its cradle and frowned. Roger had someone, Patsy had Tony, unless she was still with Ray, and she was alone. She battled with her thoughts, vanquishing them.

Frank! She dialed his number quickly and hung up in frustration after ten rings. She looked at the door. "I can go to the lounge. He might be there." She discarded the idea. A shower, a few drinks from room service, and a good night's sleep. She picked up the phone again, then remembered Tim.

"Can I help you?" the operator asked.

"Yes. Send someone up for my tray and will you connect me with the bell captain." She waited, heard the clicks, then the sound of the bell captain's voice.

"I'm in 1312. Could you send Tim up please?" With the bell captain's assurance, she hung up and waited. Tim was cute and she felt as if she knew him. Being lonely and depressed, it helped.

She opened the door on the first knock. It was both room service and Tim. "How about a bottle of Cutty Sark," she said after her tray was taken away. She winked at Tim. "Two glasses." She dropped a twenty in his hand. "I'll leave the door open."