Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

Gretchen Steward leaned her head back in the cab. She felt wonderful. The emergency that had taken her away from home and turned out to be only a routine operation for her mother – an appendectomy. Now, she was able to come home two days earlier than she'd expected. Ray will be thrilled, and Patsy will be happy to hear mom's all right. She watched the familiar scenery whiz by as the cab driver headed into her neighborhood.

"Here ya are, lady," the cabby muttered, screeching to a halt in front of her house. "The fare's eight-fifty."

Gretchen fished in her purse for a ten. "Here. Keep the change." She grabbed her overnight bag and was out of the cab before the driver could go around to open the door for her.

Surprise registered off her beautiful face. Ray's car was in the driveway! As she walked up the flagstone path to her house, her high heels clicking against the stone, her face brightened. He would certainly be happy to see her. A warmth spread over her. She would be happy too. Sleeping alone the last few lights had made her very horny.

She slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door. The sound of voices drifted to her from the living room. She stopped, giggled like a schoolgirl, and closed the door quietly, planning to surprise him. Furtively, she tiptoed to the archway that led to the living room.

She was about to take a step into the room and holler surprise, but her eyes bulged out instead. Her sister, Patsy, was standing in the center of the living room wearing a babydoll nightie. Ray was on the couch ogling her like a grinning fool.

Gretchen shrank back so as not to be seen, and leaned against the wall. Her heart drummed in her chest. Their words cunt her deep as if they were daggers.

"How do I look, Ray?" Patsy purred, pirouetting. The frilly lace of the pink nightie floated up and bared her pink, panty-clad ass.

"Delicious," Ray said, enjoying his sister-in-law's sexy antics. Patsy was eighteen, half his age, and married. "You look good enough to eat."

"I hope you mean that, Ray," she purred, fluffing her blonde hair. "I love it when Tony climbs between my legs and chews me up. I cream all over."

Ray's groin tightened into a knot of steel. "Don't you think Tony might miss you?" Ray didn't want trouble.

"Not at all. He's at work. Besides, Gretchen said she'd call and let me know how mom is. I told her to call here." She giggled impishly. "I said she could save money if she called once and we both listened." She took a deep breath. Her swollen tittie meat pressed against the pink lace material, trying to bust through. Her nipples, darker than the milky flesh of her tits, were easily visible. "Wasn't that a good idea?"

"The best," Ray groaned.

She was an erotic sight. An hour ago, when she showed up, he wasn't surprised. After coffee and some conversation, she had disappeared upstairs and came down wearing Gretchen's nightie. Then he was surprised. With an ache in his groin, he had no intention of sending her back upstairs to dress. Gretchen wouldn't be home for two more days and he was horny.

"I've always felt your eyes on me," Patsy said. "Ever since I was just a kid."

"You're sexy, and the older you get, the sexier you get."

Patsy giggled again. "I'll bet you didn't expect me to come downstairs wearing this, did you?"

"Not really. I figured you were happily married."

"I am," Patsy hummed. "God, am I happy!" She pouted. "I just can't get enough."

"What's the matter with Tony?"

Patsy's wide blue eyes smoldered. "He's terrific. It's me. When I married him, I was a virgin. Now, having been fucked." She looked at her brother-in-law to see if he was shocked. "I want it all the time. So, I knew, with Gretchen away checking on mom, you'd be horny." She giggled, picked up her drink from the table, look a long swallow. "She always said you were great in the sack. I decided to find out for myself and, as a good sister-in-law, take care of my sister's husband while she's away."

"Whewww," Ray breathed loudly, shaking his head. "You're crazy!"

"Only crazy about you and what you've got between your legs." She finished her drink and padded to the bar, swinging her ass provocatively. "Haven't you ever thought about fucking me?"

"A few times," Ray admitted. "But I figured you were too innocent before you got married. Then, after you married, I figured why bother. Besides, Gretchen takes good care of me."

"Not for two days she hasn't," Patsy reminded him. "Now you can satisfy all your desire with me. I'm ready, willing, and according to Tony, able as hell." She giggled and splashed more Scotch into her glass.

"I'm looking forward to it," Ray admitted. He rubbed his groin. His conscience was buried under the lust he felt for his sexy sister-in-law.

Gretchen, tears streaming down her face, had heard enough. She tip-toed outside, back into the morning air, and locked the door behind her. With determined steps, she left. She had no idea of where, or what she was going to do, but she knew she was going to do something.

"Ray will pay and so will my little whore sister," Gretchen said aloud. Only the trees and the morning breeze heard her. "They'll both pay!"

Patsy took a long pull on her drink. Neither one heard Gretchen leave.

"Watch yourself," Ray told her. "You might get drunk."

"I'm better when I'm drunk, Tony says." She smiled. "Says I lose all my inhibitions. He calls me his little alley cat."

Patsy licked her lips. The bright pink lipstick glistened. She came from around the bar, drink in hand, tits bouncing under the babydoll nightie. Her nipples were swollen. Her long legs were bare to the lace that hugged her swinging hips.

Ray sat up and reached for his sister-in-law. But she danced out of his grasp. "I hope you're not just a prick-teaser."

"I'm a prick-teaser, a prick-sucker, and a prick-fucker." Patsy opened her mouth, glided her tongue suggestively over her moist pink lips. "Tony loves my tongue."

Ray groaned out loud. The damn kid was dynamite! His prick ached. "I hope I find out soon," he said. "My cock is ready to bust!"

He never thought he'd be fucking Patsy. It had been a fantasy once or twice over the last five years, but nothing more. She was his wife's sister – only a kid. Now he looked at her closely. Not a kid – a woman – a dynamite woman who looked like she could handle anything with her body and planned to before she turned nineteen.

"I'll take care of your cock, Ray," Patsy purred hungrily. She finished the drink and tossed the empty glass to Ray. "Would you like a little fashion show?" Sensuously, she rotated her hips. Her hands spanned the jiggling flesh of her tits behind the lace.

"What I want is a fuck," he groaned.

"You'll get that after we have a little fun." She swayed on her feet, raised her nightie, baring her belly and rib cage, but still hiding her tits. "You wanna see my tits?"

He nodded. "Anytime you're ready." His voice was hoarse.

"I'm ready now," she giggled, sweeping the nightie over her head in one swift move. She tossed it to Ray. "Like 'em?" She shook the massive globes, making her tits bounce.

"Yeahhhh." It was a tight rasp.

"I'm bigger than Gretchen." She slipped her hands up and under her large milky tits, cupping them, making them appear even larger. "You like sucking my sister's tits?"

Ray nodded. His mouth watered for the succulent tit-meat she was flashing. Her sweet tits stared back at him. They looked as if they were dying for a mouth.

"I know you do," Patsy said, answering the question for him. She swayed, the booze making her raunchy, light-headed. "Gretchen told me that you love sucking her tits. When she told me I creamed and dreamed about you that night. I couldn't wait until I got a husband to suck my tits." Patsy winked. "Now I have you too." She came forward, a voluptuous sex kitten, blatantly displaying herself to her sister's husband. "Lick 'em, Ray." It was the purr of a small kitten ready to play. "Lick 'em." The young blonde offered her tits to him, holding a heaping serving of lush tittie meat in each hand.