Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

Tim smiled, his eyes devouring her lush body. "I'll be back in a flash." He turned on his heel, not believing the wink or what it implied. She was probably expecting company and was having a little fun at his expense. He didn't care. She tipped well and enjoyed looking at her.

With Tim gone, she slipped out of her clothes, wishing she had something sexy to wear for him. She shrugged. All her sexy things were at home, where Patsy could wear them. She padded into the bathroom.

Naked, she stared at herself, wondering if the young man would find her appealing. Insecurity gnawed at the back of her mind. She had to know. "Am I getting old?" she asked her reflection. "Patsy's eighteen. Tim would probably be happier with her." She stalked from the bathroom, naked, determined to prove she was still desirable and satisfy her revenge at the same time.

She slipped her skirt and blouse on, left the top three buttons open, and stepped into her shoes. Her tits pressed boldly against the silky material of her blouse, the nipples erect with excitement. She squeezed her thighs together. Warm cream greeted her. She was ready.

She sat on a chair near the window and looked out. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously. He was a boy, Patsy's age. It was frightening and exciting. Rejection fought with revenge.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. She pulled herself together, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Come in." She fixed a smile on her lips.

Tim opened the door and stopped, his eyes falling on Gretchen as she sat by the window. His heart tried leaping into his throat and his groin stiffened into a knot. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "I got the Scotch."

"Good. I'm thirsty as hell." She stood, walking over to the young man slowly. "Do you think you might have time to have a drink?"

Tim's eyes settled on the twin tit-mounds straining against the silk. The soft flesh of her tits peeked from the open blouse. "Sure," he gawked, his eyes finally settling on her swollen nipples, just hidden from view.

"I'm glad. I hate to drink alone." She brushed by him, sitting on the small sofa near the bed. "Why don't you pour?" Casually, she placed her hand on her knee and eased up her skirt.

Tim opened the bottle and poured them each a tumbler of the potent liquid. He smiled, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks, Tim." She took her drink, her hand caressing his for a quick moment. "Sit beside me." She patted the cushion. "We can talk."

Obediently, Tim did. He took a gulp of the booze and it burned going down his throat. He was finding it difficult to sit still.

Gretchen angled her body, faced the nervous bellboy, and sipped her drink. She held his eyes with her own, enjoying his discomfort, yet still unsure if the boy would reject her or not.

"Do many women invite you in for a drink?"

He shook his head and took another gulp. "I just started working here a week ago."

"You'll probably get a lot of invitations." She winked. "You're very handsome."

He smiled sheepishly. The booze was making him warm and the scent of her perfume was making him hot.

Tentatively, Gretchen touched his cheek with her free hand. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Christ," he blurted out. "You're beautiful!"

Her heart skipped a beat. "You don't think I'm too old, do you?"

"Too old for what?" He grinned, the booze loosening his tongue.

She laughed softly. "Too old for a handsome young man like you." She caressed his cheek and inched closer to him, her knee touching his.

Tim was dumbfounded, not knowing whether she was putting him on or whether she was serious. "I don't think you're old at all," he finally said. His eyes constantly drifted to the front of her blouse where the fleshy mounds of her tits were exposed.

"You keep looking at my tits," she said boldly, becoming excited about going to bed with him. "Would you like to see more?" Her blue eyes danced.

Without waiting for an answer she knew to be obvious, she undid two buttons, exposing the full roundness of her tits. Only the nipples remained hidden from his bulging eyes. She took a long pull on her drink and set the glass down. Her tits almost spilled out and Tim coughed.

Gretchen suppressed a giggle and inched closer. "You like them?" She jutted out her chest. Pussy juice seeped from her.

"They're gorgeous," he blurted out, finishing his drink. He wanted to grab them, but didn't. His job was important and he didn't believe be was fucky enough for this to be true.

Gretchen sensed the boy's dilemma. "This isn't a tease, Tim." She took his empty glass from his hand. "I'm hot." She took a deep breath. "Touch me. Feel my tits." She became frightened, afraid he wouldn't respond.

Her fears were unfounded. Tim, his eyes glued to the flesh of her tits, cupped one large, round, meaty globe in each hand. His fingers closed into the softness and his breath whooshed out.

A deep relaxing sigh escaped Gretchen's open mouth. "Oooo, Tim." She trembled inside. "Squeeze. Oooo, yesss, squeeze."

Tim squeezed, his head in the clouds, his cock a raging ache in his pants. "Take off your blouse," he managed to mumble.

"Ooo, Tim!" She forced herself out of his clutching fingers and stood. Her legs were weak, her knees trembling. Her mouth dried up as she stood quivering in front of him as he leered up at her.

Insecurity stopped her for a fleeting second. She fought it, undid the last two buttons, and slipped off her blouse. She dropped it on the bed and was thrilled with the obvious pleasure spreading over the boy's face.

She rubbed her aching tits. The nipples felt as if they were about to burst. "I'm so hot, Tim. I'm soaked between my legs."

Tim's head was spinning. She was exquisite! He put his hands on her hips and squeezed. Roaming up to her tits, he mauled the fleshy mounds.

Gretchen rocked on her heels. It was happening! "Take off my skirt." Her voice was husky, deep, coated with emotion. "I'm not wearing any panties."

Anxiously his hands fumbled with the button on the side of her skirt. It opened, the zipper parted, and the skirt dropped to the floor. His eyes fixed on the dark trimmed patch of her blonde pussy.

"Ooo, Tim. I'm going crazy. Touch me." She parted her legs, stared at the wall and waited.

Tim was overwhelmed. His hands caressed her thighs, her hips, her belly, then dipped between her parted thighs to the heated wetness of her oozing pussy. One finger stroked through her puffy cunt gash. It came away coated in a filmy cream of pungent juice.

"Unnnn," she moaned, biting her bottom lip as Tim's finger brushed delicately over her swollen cunt. "GO inside. Finger me." She trembled, her hips moving around in a slow, sensuous circle. "Finger-fuck me."

Tim cupped her seeping cunt with his hand, the heat warming his palm. Fingers slipped inside, one, two, then three. He worked them around inside her pussy, gouging the cushiony walls that pulsed erratically to capture them.

"Ummmm." She was soaring. She humped his fingers, her tits jiggling painfully with each movement. "Harder, Tim." She squeezed her thighs together, holding him prisoner, then gasped.

Caught up in her frenzy, Tim obeyed like a willing slave. His hard, quick jabs elicited moaning wails from her. He twisted his fingers, gouged deep, then jabbed rapidly in and out until Gretchen almost collapsed.

He brought his freehand up and mauled her pink, glowing flesh, tits, hips, ass cheeks. He was out of his skull. This was no tease. It was the real thing! The heady scent of her cunt attacked his nostrils, flaring them. His mouth watered and his prick throbbed, anxious to take the place of his fingers.

Hot, tingling spasms rippled through her body and for a second she thought she was going to fall. She grabbed him, held his head against her belly and humped, using him for support. Her nails scratched through his hair and she couldn't stop the short, jerky twists of her hips. His fingers were wild, driving her insane.