Bob Wallace
Hot willing housewife

CHAPTER ONE

"Am I gonna get you this morning, Roger!" Jessica said to her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

The twenty-seven-year-old blonde brushed her hair to a golden sheen. Grinning with satisfaction, she sprayed her favorite perfume between her large, pulpy tits, on her inner thighs and on her swan-like neck.

"You don't stand a chance, Roger. You've been putting me off too long."

Stepping back from the mirror, she admired her lush, naked figure – medium height, overripe tits, wispy waist, slender legs. Her sapphire-blue eyes liked what they saw. She slipped gracefully into Roger's favorite powder-blue nightie. Its glittering silk material clung deliciously to her curves. Its hem barely covered the cheeks of her heart-shaped ass. No panties, she decided, availability being the key. High-heel bedroom slippers accented her shapely legs.

Her hand touched the knob of the bathroom door, and she took a deep breath. "I'm going to fuck you blind, Roger," she muttered. After opening the door, she froze in her tracks.

Angry blue eyes stared at an empty king-sized bed. The master bedroom was empty. Her heart sank. "Damn it! Where is he?"

As if on cue, her husband stepped into the bedroom, adjusting his tie. "Hi, honey." He let out a low whistle as his gray eyes flowed over his wife's luscious body.

"I used the other bathroom," he said. "I didn't want to disturb you."

She glared at him, an incredulous expression on her beautiful face. "Where the hell are you going? It's Saturday morning!"

"I thought I'd do a little work on the Henderson account," he said quickly. "It could mean a lot of extra money to us."

She struck a seductive pose, one hip jutting out. "I thought maybe you'd do a little work on me this morning."

He grinned sheepishly. "You know I'd love to, honey. I'll only be gone a few hours."

She slinked over to him, her tits bouncing behind the blue silky material. Looking seductively into his cool gray eyes, she rubbed her body enticingly into his.

"Oh, c'mon, Roger. Take me to bed and fuck me like you used to."

His arms circled her lithe body, his large hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. Her perfume attacked his senses. "You're making it difficult, honey." Splayed fingers squeezed her meaty ass cheeks.

"I intend to," she purred, grinding her belly into the hardness of his growing cock. "I'm not wearing any panties."

"I know." His fingers touched the warm, bare flesh where her nightie came up over her flared hips. His hands roamed, luxuriating in the softness of her hips and ass.

"You're getting hard," she moaned breathlessly. Like a playful kitten, long fingers and nails scratched his face and neck.

"I can't help it, honey. You're dynamite." He tried easing out of her grasp. "We'll finish this tonight."

Jessica wouldn't take no for an answer. Her lips locked onto his and her tongue plunged inside her mouth. Soft pliable flesh ground into his hard frame. She refused to let him go.

Finally he pried himself loose and groaned. "Later."

Her cheeks flushed with anger, blue eyes glowered hatefully. Abruptly she stepped back, trembling, trying to keep her anger under control. "It's always later," she said loudly, "but later never comes!"

Roger stared helplessly at his wife. He wanted her, but not this morning. "I promise. When I get home. I'm not working my ass off for me, you know. I'm doing it for the both of us."

"Bullshit!" she screamed. The last few months of constant neglect were coming to a head. "I don't believe you anymore, Roger." Her face glowed with anger and her tits heaved with each snipping word. "You-you-you're cheating on me!"

"Stop acting like a kid," he said impatiently. His wife's accusations unnerved him. "For Chrissake, I'm not running around. I'm trying to build us a future."

"Why don't you build something between my legs – like your cock for a change. Or does whoever you're fucking around with satisfy you enough that you don't want me?" Rage, jealousy, and passion were clouding her ability to reason.

"We'll talk tonight when you're calm. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you." He turned and left.

Grabbing the first thing she saw – a table lamp – she flung it at his retreating figure. "Damn you, you fucking bastard!"

The crashing lamp shattered against the wall, just missing Roger as he went through the doorway.

She rushed out of the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at his back. "Maybe I'll be getting fucked while you're out!" she shouted hysterically. "If I can't get it from you, I'll get it from someone else."

The front door closed and she began to cry. Her body stiffened, and giving full vent to her emotions, she stomped into the bedroom and flung herself on the bed.

Fists pounded a pillow. She cursed him under her breath over and over again.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Her jealous rage wouldn't disappear, it only grew stronger.

The sound of her husband's car backing out the driveway roused her out of her delirium.

She flopped over on her back, determined to get some satisfaction.

With a loud sounding rip, she tore Roger's favorite nightie from her quaking body, her rage giving way to passion. Soft hands found solace in caressing her flesh. Roaming fingers kneaded frantically over her frustrated body.

"Christ! I'm so Goddamn hot!" Fingers sought and found her oozing cunt. She clawed her pussy mound, parting the puffy lips. Delving inside, warm juices coated her exploring fingers.

Her moans grew louder and her soft, rounded ass cheeks thumped the bed. Throwing her head back, she ground her pussy into her delving fingers. "Oh Christ, I gotta cum!"

In a desperate attempt to climax, she mauled her cunt – bloated, purple with blood, hard. She was ready, like always. During the last few months she had been ready. But like her husband, her orgasms had evaded her.

She worked frantically on her pussy now. Humping. Twisting. Her body was all full of motion. Clawing, rubbing fingers tortured her hard clit.

"Oh, oh, oh," she ranted hungrily. Her back stiffened. Her pussy was on fire, but nothing happened.

Like the brass ring on a merry-go-round, her orgasm eluded her when she tried reaching for it. She heaved in frustration. Her glazed blue eyes settled on the bed-posts, and in her lustsapped brain they looked like cocks. She crawled to them, whimpering urgently.

Arm outstretched, she reached for the wooden post, stroked it with her fingers, caressed it with her eyes. After hauling herself to her feet, she straddled the slim wooden bedpost. With palms flat against the mattress, her weight on stiff arms, she dragged her cunt back and forth over the pointed wooden tip. Her knees buckled at once. The post gouged into her cunt, sinking deep.

Spastic cunt muscles attacked the bedpost. She felt the hard wood probe deep inside her spongy wet pussy. Her hips racked frantically, her body totally impaled. Her thick blonde hair fell over her face as she stared down at the bed.

"Oh Christ, I think I'm going to cum!" She struggled, like before, to reach her orgasm and satisfy her overwhelming lust. It was an agonizing battle.

Moaning incessantly, she ground her pussy down onto the bedpost. Heavy swollen tits felt like dead weights, jiggling beneath her.

Like a bucking pony, she rode the deliciously hard bedpost. She could feel it deep inside her, and it made her more delirious. Hot sudsy juice streamed from the pulsing walls of her overactive cunt. Her gooey cuntlips slid up and down the smooth wood.

Fingers curling inward, she gripped the sheet. Her head snapped back, her hair flying. A high-pitched squeal gushed from her open mouth. Her arms refused to support her. She crashed face-down to the bed. The hard wood didn't give, but tore painfully into her cunt. Panting laboriously, she pulled her body off the wooden post and tumbled to the floor. Again her orgasm evaded her.

After catching her breath, she dragged herself to her feet, noticed the glistening juice of her cunt on the round tip of the bedpost. "God, I'm going crazy!"

She staggered naked to the bedroom window, peered out through the curtains, and spotted her neighbor, Frank. For a few moments, she watched him mowing his back lawn. Suddenly, a smile creased her face.

Jessica watched Ellen, Frank's wife, come out and kiss him on the cheek, then walk away, waving good-bye.

Padding barefoot, Jessica left the window. With a purpose in mind, she grabbed the tightest and sexiest pair of shorts she could find. "Roger's fucking around, dammit!" She pulled the shorts up her slender legs, snapped them at the hip, zipped them up. They clit like a second skin. "I will too."

She chose a pink t-shirt out of a dozen summer tops in her drawer and held it up to examine it. "Perfect." The vee-neck top clung to her firm tits her nipples outlined brazenly.

With her heart in her throat, she went down the narrow corridor of her three-bedroom ranch-style house, out the kitchen, and into her backyard. Outside in the warm August sun, she let her breath out. She was ready to carry out her threat and quell the raging passion in her frustrated body at the same time. "Two birds with one stone," she said to herself, strolling across the lawn to seduce Frank.

"Hi, neighbor." Jessica was leaning against the fence.

Eyes on Jessica, Frank stopped mowing.

Jessica looked at him with her big blue eyes, ogled his muscular body, bared to the waist. "You look like you could use something cool and wet to drink."

"There's some iced tea in the house, why don't you come on over and pour us each a glass?"

"What are neighbors for?" Jessica said. Her eyes crinkled with a devilish smile. She went through the gate.

Frank wiped his brow, leaned on the handle of the mower, and openly admired Jessica as she walked across his yard. What a piece of ass, he said to himself.

Jessica made the trip a pleasure to watch. Tits bouncing, ass swiveling, she went into Frank's house. She felt his eyes on her the whole time.

A few short minutes later, Jessica came out carrying two tall glasses. The crotch of her tight shorts dug delightfully into her sensitive cunt moist with cream, hot. "Here, handsome."

Frank took, the offered glass of iced tea, never taking his eyes off her bulging tits. "You look terrific this morning, Jessica."

"I'm glad you noticed." She batted her long eyelashes at him. "Roger doesn't seem to notice anymore."

"Then he must be going blind."

"I wish it was that simple."

She sat down on a chaise, sprawled herself out gracefully. Her legs were parted just enough to tantalize Frank. The rim of the glass at her lips, she sipped tea. She felt deliciously naughty. Giggling to herself, she knew that what she was planning went far beyond naughty.

Frank's eyes were locked on Jessica's gorgeous crotch. The denim was digging right into the gash of her pussy. He wasn't sure, but he could almost swear that she wasn't wearing any panties. A pang of excitement shot through his nuts.

"Where's Roger now?"

"He's working… so he says." She spread her legs farther apart, giving Frank a better view. His blatant stares made her feel like a desirable woman – a feeling that had been missing for a long time.

"Don't you believe him?" Frank asked. His cock was stiffening inside his pants.

Jessica gave him a shrug. "Where's Ellen?" she asked, changing the subject. Her eyes settled on the growing bulge at his groin.

"At her sister's," he replied. The argument he had with his wife about her traipsing off to her sister's every Saturday came back to haunt him.

"You sure she's at her sister's?" Jessica teased.

Frank gave her a confident grin. "Ellen doesn't cheat on me. I keep her happy."

"Mmmm." Jessica let her eyes caress his hard, lean body – broad, hairy chest and bulging muscles. Her gaze fell to his hard-on. "I'll bet you do, Frank." Her eyes stayed with his crotch. "From that bulge in your pants, it doesn't look like Ellen's been doing her job," she added suggestively.

"She hasn't been lately," he mumbled, thinking of last night when his wife had had a headache and this morning when she had been too busy getting ready to go to her sister's. His cock began to throb as he thought about getting between Jessica's lush legs.

Jessica smiled, reading his thoughts. Being obvious, she spread her legs completely.

Glistening cuntlips were easily visible to Frank's burning stare, her shorts digging between the gooey folds. Frank gulped.

"You're staring, Frank." A hand went between her opened thighs and she rubbed her moist crotch. "I've been so horny lately," she mewed seductively.

Immediately, Frank went to her. His cock was inches from her face as he stood beside the chaise.

A shuddering tremor rippled through her body. His hard-on was so close, close enough to touch! Shaking, she dropped her glass of iced tea to the lawn. She reached up and scratched a long pointed nail across his taut gut.

"Feel my cock, Jessica, and think about how much fun you can have with it."

"I'd love to, but Ellen is my best friend." Her mouth was watering.

"I won't tell her, if you won't," he said.

Without hesitation, she squeezed his bulging hard-on. The contact made her hungry cunt pulse. "God, your cock feels like it's made of iron."

"Would you like to go in the house and find out?" he said in a coarse, husky voice. Her squeezing hand tightened his gut, made his balls ache.

She gave him a wide-eyed, impish stare. "Why don't I find out right here, Frank?"

A roguish grin crossed his face. He called her bluff. "Go ahead."

She played with his zipper, slowly lowering it. "It's the best offer I've had in months," she whispered. The words were barely heard past her lips.

Once the zipper was down, Jessica's deepblue eyes studied Frank's rugged face. "Are you sure you want me to take your cock out?" Her syrupy tone challenged him.

A husky grunt of assent rumbled deep in his throat. For a fleeting second, his eyes shifted to his house in a flash of panic.

Jessica noticed. "You looking for Ellen?" He shook his head. "Nah, she won't be back for hours."

"Good," Jessica breathed. Her fingers teased playfully at his opened pants, tormenting him as well as herself.

Frank's gaze fell to her circling fingers at his zipper. "Don't tell me you're chickening out."

"Oh no, Frank," she mewed. To prove her point, her warm fingers went inside his pants. Delicately, her nails scratched his stiff hard-on.

Frank's breath came out in a hiss. His hips jerked automatically.

"Anxious, huh?" she said.

"Take it out," he grunted.

Hauling out his giant cock, she complied. "It's gorgeous, Frank."

Blue eyes bulged. Her tongue passed across her lips in hungry anticipation. Her fingertip smoothed a path down his cockshaft, following the crooked lines of his blood-gorged veins.

In a quick, surprising move, she swathed his bloated cockhead with her mouth, her tongue spreading saliva. "Mmmmm, did you like that, Frank?" She looked up at him, her eyes showed her passion.

Speechless, he grabbed a fistful of her thick, blonde hair and shoved her mouth back to his hard aching cock. "Suck," he growled deeply.

Eagerly and wantonly, Jessica swallowed the bulk of his cock. She could feel it throb in her tight gullet. She gulped on it, reveling in his pulsing hardness. She took the last few inches, her drooling lips at his zipper.

Under the heated impact of her sucking mouth, Frank staggered. Hips lunged, stabbing his cock in and out of her throat. His balls churned their heavy load and his face tightened into a mask of passionate lust. He no longer cared that they were outside. His only concern was feeding his raging hard-on into her hot, wet mouth.

With wild abandonment, Jessica used her mouth to please her neighbor. She too didn't care where they were. The taste of cock had robbed her of her sanity.

Breathing hard through her nose, she delighted Frank with her talented mouth. Her soft lips glided wetly up and down his cockshaft, her tongue whipped along the thick underside. Her teeth dragged along the thin-skinned, throbbing muscle. She felt his cock swelling inside her gullet. She stopped, yanked her mouth off, gasped for air.

"Christ, you're ready to cum!" she said, panting hungrily.

"Your mouth… it's like a furnace."

Tight, clenching fingers wrapped around his spit-soaked prick shaft, she shifted her fist up and down. Slow rhythmic jerks soothed his aching cock. She noticed a pearl drop of jizz seeping from the tip and her flashing tongue snatched up the goo. "Your cum tastes better than your cock."

It took all of Frank's will-power to keep from splashing Jessica's face with his hot jism. "Finish me," he rasped deliriously. His nuts felt like bursting!

She released his cock, giggled lewdly. She was enjoying herself immensely, and she didn't want it to end too soon. Besides, she needed his cum in her pussy, not her mouth.

"Let's go in the house, Jessica." Muscles tight, he reached for her hand. "C'mon."

Tormenting him and herself, she shook her head. "I want to play a little first, Frank. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed myself like this." Her eyes blazed. "I feel like stripping right here in the yard."

Frank didn't care. If going along with what she wanted eventually got her into the house, he was all for it. His glance shifted to her voluptuous tits. "Go ahead… strip." The idea of his sexy neighbor stripping in his backyard was very appealing!