Bob Wallace - Eager wild wife

Tiffany didn't know what to do. Things weren't going the way she had planned them. Ryan was supposed to have said he wanted Kate, not her. She blinked away her tears. "You can still have her," she sighed.

"I don't want her," Ryan said. "I want you. I love you." He stood, walked across the room to the door.

Stunned, Tiffany watched.

Ryan opened the door. He saw Kate. The girl looked as if she were in shock. "Give me the pictures, Kate."

Numb, Kate handed him the photos. She was trembling, excited. Ryan would soon belong to her. It boggled her mind.

"You can go home, Kate," Ryan said, loud enough for Tiffany to hear. "I'll mail you two weeks' pay and give you good references." He paused, his jaw firm.

The words shattered Kate's fantasy. Dazed, she got up, walked by him and left.

"I don't know if that helps," Ryan said, going back into his office. He took Tiffany's hand. "Never again, Tiff. Just you and me. Like it used to be."

Tiffany burst into tears. Her vengeful acts haunted her, filled her with despair. "We can't," she sobbed. "I've been such a tramp. A tramp!" She was bawling, her face buried against his chest.

Ryan stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. A knot tightened in his gut. Visions, terrible visions of Tiffany with other men clouded his mind. He fought them.

"Sweetheart," he murmured. The images faded to where they belonged – into the past. "It doesn't matter." He wrapped his arms around her.

"If you knew what I've done," she sobbed, "you wouldn't say that." His arms felt good. For a moment, she felt secure, but knew she didn't belong there. Ryan had cheated, but she had done more than have a quick affair. She had defiled her marriage.

"I drove you to it," he said. "You're only human. God, I've been a bastard these last months." He brought his mouth to hers.

"Oh, Ryan," she sighed. She parted her lips, eagerly accepting his warm mouth. "Mmmmmm."

Ryan's hands roamed his wife's supple body. "Oh, sweetheart," he moaned, breaking the kiss. His cock throbbed for his wife.

"Unnn, Ryan, my love," She pressed tightly against him, felt his cock. "You're getting hard." It excited her. Ryan truly wanted her.

"I'm always hard for you."

Tiffany squirmed out of his arms. She giggled, letting him know that the past was forgiven.

Ryan grinned. He feasted his eyes on Tiffany, wondered why he had been so crazy as to neglect her. She was gorgeous.

Tiffany smiled hotly. She looked at the photos. "How would you like to fuck me here?"

Ryan's face spread into a grin. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

"I hope to take your cock right out of your pants."

"Be my guest," he said. "It's been a long time since you've sucked me."

"Too long," she purred. "Sit down at your desk. I'll take good care of you." She winked.

Ryan dropped into his padded chair. His eyes drifted to Tiffany's rolling hips. "I hope you're not going to keep your clothes on."

"Not at all," Tiffany sighed. This was exciting, wonderful. "I'm going to give you the best strip show, the best blowjob, and the best fuck of your life."

"Then," Ryan added, "I'll take you to dinner, and later to a motel, and we can spend the night fucking like newlyweds."

"Oooo, Ryan!"

She stood in the center of his office. Slowly, to a rhythm that was in her head, Tiffany stripped, ending up with her clothes piled on the floor and her naked body totally on display for her husband's pleasure. She paraded around the room, exhibiting her flesh blatantly, lovingly.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous!" His cock was aching. "I must have been crazy to neglect you."

She stood in front of him, rocking her hips, her tits swaying, the nipples swollen. "You were, Ryan."

He reached for her, grabbed her hips, and caressed the firm sexy curves of her lush body.

"Mmmmm," she purred, enjoying her husband's touch. "Oooo, let me get your cock."

Ryan gave his wife's ass a nice massaging squeeze.

"Ewwww," she cooed, wriggling her hips and dropping to her knees. She rubbed his cock-bulge. "I've wanted you for so long, Ryan."

"Now you have me." He settled back. His wife's hand was driving him into a hot state of raging passion. "Take my prick out sweetheart, and suck it."

Tiffany pulled out his cock and gasped. All the pleasure she had ever received from her husband's cock came rushing back, erasing the nightmare she had been living. She fondled his cock with love.

"Oh, Tiff. Suck it. Suck my cock like you used to."

Tiffany gobbled his prick up into her mouth. She sucked with overwhelming joy. Her mouth soaked his cock shaft, her spit wetting his pants. She clawed at his belt, her mouth a furnace of sucking meat.

"Unnn, Tiff!" He jabbed up. His cock fucked into her throat. "Unnnnn! Bite! Bite!"

Tiffany bit hard, making Ryan jerk and twist in the chair. She sucked hard and chewed hard, devastating his prick with her mouth.

Gurgling, she popped her mouth off his prick. "You're delicious." She licked her lips. "Just like old times."

Ryan stood, tore at his clothes.

Tiffany rolled back on the floor, looked up at Ryan as he ripped off his clothes. Her body was on fire. Her cunt needed his prick, needed it more than anything else in the world.

"Hurry, my darling," she gasped. "Hurry!"

Ryan was naked. He stared down at Tiffany writhing on the carpet. His prick jutted out stiffly, the glistening cock head bloated, sensitive.

"Get down here and fuck me," Tiffany cried. She spread her legs wide, raised her arms. "Fuck me, Ryan. Cream me. Cream my cunt."

Tiffany's hot voice bombarded his senses. He dropped to the floor, his prick ready. He leaned over her writhing body, his prick pointing, aimed at the fiery gash of her scalding cunt. "Tiff, I love you."

"I love you!" She lunged up, her cunt gobbling up the head of his cock. "Fuck me!"

Ryan plowed his hips forwards, fucking his prick to the balls. The strength of his lunging fuck-thrust drove Tiffany's writhing body into the carpet. "You got it, sweetheart. Every fuckin' inch!"

"Yessss," she hissed. "Ooooo! Pump! Pump!" She wiggled her hips, her cunt stretching, pulsing, accommodating her husband's prick. Tight spongy cunt muscles closed around his jabbing cock shaft like a wet velvet clamp.

Ryan pounded her. All the passion he had not given her over the months was unleashed. Hard fuck-stabs mashed Tiffany's body into the carpet. He fucked her with long violent strokes, his balls slapping at the cheeks of her ass.

"Yes! Un! Ooooo!" She was delirious. Ryan was fucking her. It was truly heaven. She lunged up, matched him stroke for stroke. "Faster, my darling. Faster!"

Ryan picked up speed. His fuck-thrusts became shorter. His arms stiff, he stared down into her beautiful face while he fucked her. He watched her tits flop and jiggle with each lunge of his hips.

"Unnnnn," she gasped. She raked his arms, his chest. Dark glassy eyes stared up into his face. She caressed his chin, his tightly drawn lips. "Ooooo, I love you, Ryan. Make me cream. Fuck me. Fuck me to death!"

Ryan fucked harder. His prick swelled. He saw on her face that it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. It drove him on, his prick triggered for an explosion of cum.

Tiffany was swirling at the peak. Ryan's cock, the only cock that mattered, was fucking deep inside her pussy. She gurgled dreamily.

"Unnnn," she gasped, her eyes widening. Pussy muscles grabbed at his fucking cock, but his power kept him fucking through the spongy softness. "Oh, Ryan. Darling… darling. Your cock feels so good." A storm was brewing in her pussy, a storm of passion that would soon be unleashed.

Their groins whacked wetly. Their bodies clashing, fusing, parting, moved at a blurring speed. Their hips twisted, jerked, constantly in motion.