Bob Wallace: Eager wild wife

She shivered, arched her back. Mouth open, dribbling spit coming out, eyelids fluttering, and her head snapping from side to side, Tiffany rode the full fury of her angry desperately needed orgasm. Her body tensed, shuddered. A gasping sob of shame escaped her mouth as she collapsed back on the bed. She began to cry, her body sweaty, convulsing. She sobbed hysterically.

Minutes later, Tiffany calmed down. She looked at her fingers, saw the white frothy cream that had flowed from her pussy. "You bastard, Ryan. You rotten fucking bastard."

Sweaty, she staggered to the bathroom to shower, feeling like a fool. This time getting herself off hadn't helped. She had been denied too long the pleasures of her husband's body. If Ryan didn't care, she decided there was no reason for her to either. She turned the water on, waited until the bathroom filled with steam.

"I'll do what you said, Ryan. I'll use the credit cards and I'll have fun doing it, too." She laughed hysterically and climbed into the shower to wash away the sweat of her frustrating orgasm.

Kate smiled wickedly as she hung up the phone. She had heard everything. Like a hungry cat, she licked her lips. "I'll bet Ryan is as horny as his wife." She stifled a giggle.

Quickly, she fixed her make-up, sprayed herself again in perfume, then opened the top three buttons of her blouse. A generous amount of creamy tit flesh peeked out.

"Whewwww," she sighed aloud nervously. She eased back her chair. With her heart pounding in her throat, she rapped quietly on Ryan's office door, then stepped inside.

Ryan looked up, smiled wearily at his sexy young secretary. For a moment, he was puzzled.

"You wanted to dictate some letters," Kate purred.

Slowly, her hips moving sensuously, she strode across the office and sat down. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt flow easily up her leg, baring her creamy white thighs.

Ryan couldn't help but stare. His gray eyes, filled with anger over Tiffany's tantrum, softened as he leered at Kate's knees and luscious thighs. His eyes drifted, widened. He saw how open her blouse was. He saw that she knew her was staring, and he cleared his throat.

"Sorry, Kate."

"I don't mind at all, Mr. Wells," she sighed breathlessly, her pale-blue eyes glazed with lust. "I enjoy you looking at me. It makes me feel like a woman."

"You're a woman all right," he said, a sheepish grin on his face. He couldn't keep his eyes off the billowing flesh of her tits, exposed by her partially open blouse. He gulped again, feeling like a schoolboy.

Kate squirmed in her chair. The way he was looking at her made her crotch all wet and her insides mushy. "I'm ready," she purred. The invitation was in her voice.

Ryan looked into her beautiful face. Her smile told him she wasn't talking about dictation. He realized she was making a pass. He cleared his throat and tried to ignore her aggressive behavior. His own passion, suppressed because of his desire to succeed in his new business, was getting the better of him, distorting his perspective. He skimmed through the papers on his desk, his nostrils picking up the scent of her erotic perfume.

Kate noticed his discomfort. It added to her desire to fuck her boss. "Is anything the matter?"

"No," he said. His eyes fell to her knees and lush thighs. For the moment, he forgot about dictating. His cock ached. He brought his gaze to her face, lingered briefly on the swell of her beautiful tits.

Dazzling blue eyes melted as she stared into his handsome face. "Are you ready to dictate?"

Ryan ignored her question. "Do you have a boyfriend, Kate?"

"I did until I came to work for you three months ago," she said, her voice light, breathless. "I guess being in the business world made him seem immature. He only goes to college." She flicked her tongue over her sensuous lips, making them glisten.

A tremor shot through his groin. The way she was smiling, the glow in her eyes and the scent of her perfume were all having an effect on him. He pushed the horny thoughts from his mind. He was married to a beautiful woman he loved very much. He stood, walking around, avoiding the fabulous view of her body as she sat in the chair.

He walked around, tried to gather his thoughts. There were letters that needed dictating. He couldn't think. The overpowering sexuality of the young woman was driving him crazy.

Kate felt his eyes on her. It won't be long, she thought. She sensed him behind her. She leaned back, bumping her head into the hard bulge of his crotch.

"Oooo," she giggled. "I didn't know you were so close."

Ryan's gut turned to cement. He stepped back. "Maybe you should go back to your desk," he said, slumping behind his own desk. "I can't think right now."

"I hope you're not ill," she said, knowing what was troubling her overworked boss. Without asking for his permission, she stood, smoothed down her skirt, then stepped behind his executive chair. "Maybe this will help." She brought her hands to his neck and began to massage him.

Ryan opened his mouth to protest, but the words never came out. Her hands felt wonderful on his neck, and he slipped easily into a euphoric state. "Mmnnnm," he sighed. "Very relaxing."

Kate's heart was racing. The inside of her pussy pulsed, seeped, greasing her overheated fuckhole for what she hoped would be a good fuck. "You work so hard," she mewled.

"My wife says the same thing." He closed his eyes, reveling in the attention of his young secretary.

Kate continued in her quest to seduce Ryan Wells. She eased her hands inside his jacket, loosened his tie. She sensed he was about to protest. "Shhhhh."

Ryan just sighed, remaining quiet.

She placed a finger on his lips. Deftly, she undid the buttons down his shirt and slipped her hands in, caressing his bare skin. "Relax," she said. "Close your eyes and relax."

Ryan tried, but her hands only fanned the flames of passion he had refused to recognize these last three months. His prick stiffened inside his pants. His gut churned and his balls swelled with hot bubbling cum.

Kate tightly scratched her nails over his broad chest, over his nipples and up his neck. She caressed his face, her eyes closed, her heart thumping, her pussy oozing a frothy cream.

"My boyfriend said I have great hands," she cooed. "I used to massage him all the time. All over. He said it was fantastic."

An image of Kate naked, working her hands over her ex-boyfriend's body flashed through his mind. It took all of his willpower to keep from grabbing the eighteen-year-old blonde and pulling her down on his lap.

"You feel so strong," Kate sighed. She came from behind his chair. Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing with a lust he had never seen before. Panting, her tits rising and falling with her jagged breathing she skimmed her trembling hands over her own supple body.

Ryan stated, unable to speak.

"Do you mind if I take off my blouse? I work better when I don't have any clothes on." She saw on his face that his resistance was gone.

Ryan could only nod. His gray eyes, misty with desire, followed the quick sure moves of her fingers.

Kate slipped her blouse off, draped it over the chair. She dropped her skirt. It lay at her feet. "I'd better lock the door. We don't want any clients coming in while I'm relaxing you with a nice massage." She winked, turned and, swinging her ass, crossed the office to the door that led to her small office.

Ryan watched, captivated by her sexuality and her youthful boldness. It was a side of the girl he had never seen before. Always in the past, she had been quiet, almost shy. Hungrily, he had leered at her swinging panty-clad ass, long sexy legs. When she turned to come back, he watched her tits bouncing lightly in the white lace bra that tried to contain them.