Bob Wallace
Hot fun wife

CHAPTER ONE

Monica Adams tall, blonde, and beautiful weaved her way through the crowded living room. In the kitchen, she leaned against the sink and smiled. "It's a helluva party, Dawn," she said to her hostess who was piling trays with sandwiches. "Anything I can do?"

"Make yourself a drink and have fun."

Monica nodded, determined to do just that. She grabbed a bottle of rum and filled a tall glass to the brim. Before she left the kitchen, she drank most of the hundred-proof rum and at last achieved the buzz she needed to get through the rest of the evening.

"Where are you going?" It was Jeff, Dawn's husband, blocking Monica's way. He leered into her beautiful face, his gaze dropping to the abundant amount of tittie flesh peeking deliciously out of her low-cut dress.

A tingle rippled through Monica's body. Jeff's stare was bold and appreciative. "Back to the party and have fun," she said, a sexy lilt to her voice. The rum had her flying.

"You can have fun in the kitchen, too." Jeff took her slim wrist.

"How?" she asked, her pale-blue eyes sparkling impishly.

"I'll think of something." Jeff maneuvered her to the sink. He pressed his body against hers. "Where's Steve tonight?" He caressed her bare arms, fixing her dazzling blue eyes with his own.

"Too busy," she said, a frown darkening her gorgeous face. "Business again." She felt the pressure of his body and enjoyed it. A pulsing sensation shot through her hungry cunthole, and she gulped down the rest of her drink.

Jeff took the glass from her hand. "You look lonely."

"I am," she admitted, the booze loosening her tongue. "This is the third party I've had to attend without Steve. I'm fed up." She rocked her hips, smiled wickedly and squirmed quickly away. "I need another drink."

Jeff leaned against the counter, watching Monica's every move. She was a dynamite bitch, and he sensed deep in his gut that she was ripe for fucking.

He had watched her all night, sensing her anger, loneliness, and sexual frustration. He shook his head. Steve was a great guy, but when it came to taking care of his wife, Jeff knew Steve was doing a lousy job. "You're going to get drunk if you keep drinking like that."

"So what?" Monica snapped. She had filled the glass with ice and rum again.

"Somebody might take advantage of you." Jeff felt the hardening of his groin.

"Maybe that's what I need," she said defiantly. "Steve's always too busy." She let the fiery booze flow down her throat. It warmed her, made her feel good, something she hadn't felt in months.

Jeff took the half-empty glass before she could finish it. "You've had enough." He pulled her into his arms, felt her body yield to him.

"You afraid I'll get drunk and ruin your party?" She rolled her hips, this time staying in his arms as she felt the pressure of his cock against her belly.

"I'm not afraid of that at all." He grinned. His hands roamed the rounded curves of her hips and ass.

"Oooo, Jeff," she sighed. His hands had her head reeling. "Dawn… what about Dawn? Someone might come in and get the wrong impression." She twisted out of his arms, afraid of being caught.

"We could go somewhere else," he said, challenging her with his eyes.

Monica was breathing heavy. Her blue eyes glowed with a passion that had not been satisfied in months. "I can't," she sighed. "Dawn… she's my best friend." Her insides were churning.

"She doesn't have to know," Jeff said. "No one has to know, but us." He saw the desire in her eyes and was confident. "We could have a ball together." Another two steps brought him up against her.

Monica gasped, but didn't move. Her mouth opened in protest. Nothing came out.

Jeff brought his mouth to hers. His tongue slipped between her lips. He held her tight, felt the unleashed passion raging in her body. He came off her mouth. "I want you, Monica, and you want me."

Monica couldn't stop shaking. The kiss had stoked the fires of her pussy. Juice flowed, soaked her panties. Her nipples swelled, pressed against the chiffon of her dress. "No, Jeff. I couldn't… Dawn… Steve… we're both married."

Jeff grinned boldly. He took her hand and rubbed it over his crotch. "This is what you want, Monica. You need it." He dropped her hand. "I'll be in the garage if you change your mind." Gambling, he left the kitchen.

Monica couldn't move. Her entire body was on fire. Her head was swirling. Booze and passion bombarded her senses. Her eyes found the drink. "What the hell." She gulped it down.

Slowly, she made her way back to the living room. It was noisy, happy. She saw Dawn across the room and turned away. She couldn't look at Dawn, knowing what she was going to do with Jeff.

She headed toward the front door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it and stepped outside, closing the door quickly behind her.

Outside, she caught her breath. Carefully, she went down the steps, pausing, wavering between going home and meeting Jeff in the garage. Passion and a need to be desired won. She turned, glanced at the house, then hurried to the garage.

Heart pounding, palms sweaty, she turned the knob and held her breath. "Jeff," she whispered, stepping into the dark garage. "Are you here?"

"I'm here, Monica." A dim light flicked on. "Close the door."

Obediently, Monica closed the door. She stared across the garage at Jeff. She fought the urge to leave, making her feet take her around the car to where Jeff was standing.

"Here." He handed her a drink. "I thought you might need this."

Grateful, Monica took the drink and gulped it down. "Thanks." She heaved a sigh, the happy buzz returning. The closeness of Jeff excited her.

"I brought a bottle." He filled Monica's empty glass. The scent of her perfume filled his head. He ogled her tits straining beneath her dress. With one finger, while Monica sipped her drink, he traced a line over her shoulder, down her smooth flesh, stopping where her neck met her dress. He noticed her hand shaking and knew it was going to be great tonight.

"We shouldn't," Monica moaned, but she knew she would.

Jeff circled her lush body with his arms, drawing her tight against his hard frame. "I've wanted you for a long time," he whispered hoarsely. "A long time," He crushed his mouth to hers, invading her throat with his tongue.

Drunk with passion, the potent rum making her bold, Monica gobbled greedily on Jeff's tongue. She ground her body against him, totally committed to her first act of adultery.

"Baby," Jeff groaned, enjoying a sample of her passion. "Unnnn, baby." His hands roamed freely over her rocking hips and tight ass. His prick throbbed in his pants, crushed against her pressing belly.

"Ohhhhh, Jeff," she gasped, loving his hands. "Ohhhh, God, I feel like a tramp."

Jeff hungrily brought his hands to her tits and squeezed. "You're not a tramp, Monica."

His hands mauling her tits erased the last shred of resistance from both her mind and body. "Unnnn, let me take this off. I don't want to get it all wrinkled." She was floating on a cloud of lust.

She stepped back, face flushed, eyes bright with desire. With a sultry smile on her face, she reached behind her back, slid the zipper down. A quick shake of her shoulders and the dress melted to her waist, baring her large plump creamy tits.

Jeff's breath caught in his chest. "Christ, Monica… your tits… damn!" His prick ached, and he rubbed his crotch. "Baby!"

Monica saw the lust in his eyes and fed on it. It had been ages since Steve had looked at her that way. "Do you think they're too big." She giggled, hefted her melon-shaped tits in her hands and jiggled them.

Jeff feasted his eyes on Monica's overripe tits. They were twice the size of Dawn's. He reached for them. "Let me do that."

Monica relinquished her tits to Jeff's big greedy hands. "Ooooo, Jeff. It feels so good… ummmmm, so good!" She swooned, her nipples swelling with blood, aching, ready to burst.

Jeff mauled her tits roughly, enjoying the soft texture, the heat generated by her passion, and the hard pointed nipples burning into the palms of his hands. "Get your dress off," he rasped.

Dazed, Monica blinked. She stepped back and eased the dress down over her hips. Swiftly she stepped out of it, expertly keeping it from touching the floor. Knowing Jeff's eyes were following her every move, she exaggerated them as she elaborately folded her dress over the back of a chair.

She was bent over, her ass wrapped in black silk bikini panties. Straightening up, she faced him, tits rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs.

"I'm so hot," she said. "So damn fuckin' hot." She didn't care anymore. All she wanted was Jeff's cock. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. She saw the bulge and swooned.

"So am I, baby," he said, leering at her lush body.

"I can tell," she said, licking her lips. "You're going to bust through your pants."

"Why don't you do something about it?"

No longer shy, no longer afraid, she gave him a sizzling smile. "I intend to." Her blue eyes scanned the garage. She spotted a towel, grabbed it and dropped it on the floor in front of Jeff. "I don't want to get dirty."

Jeff didn't speak. His dark eyes looked over her creamy tits, trim waist, flared hips, and long legs. "When?" he rasped when she didn't move.

"Now." She dropped to her knees, stared at his crotch and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Trembling, she brought her fingers to his zipper. She tilted her head up and smiled. "You better give me another drink."

Jeff grinned and handed her the bottle.

She took a swig, shivered and returned the bottle. "Mmmmm, now for a taste of something else."

She deftly pulled down the zipper of Jeff's pants. Her heart racing wildly and pounding in her ears, she groped in his pants, her fingers latching around his steel-beamed prick.

"Oooo, I got it," she purred, lugging out his long thick cock. "Unnnn, it's so hard." She swooned, blue eyes popping as she stared at Jeff's cock.

"Give it a kiss, baby," he moaned. He jerked his cock through her fist. "Kiss it."

Brazenly, Monica lifted her head. "I'll do more than give it a kiss. I'll give you a blow job, you won't forget for awhile." She licked her lips lewdly. "You know how long it's been since Steve and I made it together?"

Jeff shook his head, his balls churning as she squeezed his cock. "He's crazy for neglecting you."

She spotted a small glob of jizz seeping from Jeff's piss-hole. "You're dripping." She whipped out her tongue and scooped it up. "Mmm, I almost forgot how good it tastes."

"Your mouth," Jeff groaned. "In your mouth."

"After I get your pants down," she said, attacking his belt. She opened his pants and, with his shorts, pulled them down around his knees.

"Now eat me," Jeff groaned, anxious to feed his prick to the luscious blonde. "Suck it."

Monica caressed Jeff's prick, enjoying the pulsing power that coursed through his cock. Hefting his balls, she moaned. "Oh, Jeff, they're so heavy."

"Not for long," he groaned, jabbing forward and banging the head of his cock against her drooling mouth.

High on rum and enveloped in passion, Monica giggled. "Easy, Jeff. Don't be so impatient. Let me enjoy myself first."

Jeff groaned and leaned against his workbench, content for the moment to allow Monica to do as she pleased.

Monica brought her eager mouth to Jeff's bloated prick. She kissed the throbbing piece of cockmeat. Slowly, she slobbered her lips up and down and over his entire cock, soaking his prick completely in drool. "Like it?" she purred, lifting her gaze to his lust-etched face.

"Great, baby," he groaned. "Stop playing and show me how much you really like my cock."

"I was about to." She opened her mouth, and, holding his cock out straight, she slipped the fat glistening prick into her mouth. Her lips closed tightly around his cock and she hummed.

"Unnnnn, Monica." He jabbed his hips forward, the head of his prick piercing her [missing text].

"Unnnnn!"

Monica gagged, but didn't retreat. Jeff's prick tasted too good. She relaxed her throat, accepting his cock. Grinding her teeth along the sensitive underside of his prick, she gobbled the rest of his meaty prick into her mouth, stopping only when her lips met his groin.

"Unnnnn," Jeff moaned. He reached down, curled his fingers through her thick blonde hair and began tucking her face. "Baby! Baby! Unnnn!"

Monica loved the hard fucking stabs. She used her tongue, teeth, lips, and suction power to urge him on. Gurgling in her throat, she lashed her tongue over his cock, sucked hard on his bloated head and gnawed on his throbbing prick.

She brought her hands to his groin, scratched her nails down over his thighs, and fondled his balls as they slapped against her chin. "Unill," she gasped deep in her throat as his prick swelled. She clawed back up his thighs, around his hips to his tight jamming ass. She scratched, feeling him jerk and twist as he ravaged her mouth with his prick.

"Baby," he groaned, releasing her hair. He stopped, panting for air, his prick fucked to the hilt, pulsing in the tightness of her throat.

Dragging her teeth along the entire length of his cock, Monica slowly brought her mouth off his throbbing hard-on. His prick popped from her mouth, jutting up in the air. "I'm glad you stopped," she panted. "I don't want what's in your balls wasted in my mouth."

Jeff grunted, took her hands and pulled her to her feet. "Neither do I, but for a minute I wasn't sure I could stop myself."

"I would have stopped you," she giggled, rubbing her belly against his spit-soaked cock. "I would have used my teeth." Her mouth glistened, and her eyes glowed. "I need your cock in my pussy."

"Get your panties off," he said huskily. "Climb on the hood of my car."

"Oooo, Jeff," she swooned. "It sounds so exciting." She leaned against his car, wiggled her hips blatantly and eased her panties down around her knees. Her dark-blonde pussy hair, neatly trimmed, formed a triangle where her lush creamy thighs met. "You ever fuck a blonde before?"

"Not lately," he said, openly admiring her beautiful body.

"Now's the time." She shook her legs, and her panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of one leg and lifted her foot, her panties flying at Jeff. "Catch."

Jeff did. He rubbed the soft silky panties, the heady scent of her cunt clinging to the material. It inflamed his mind. He dropped the panties on the workbench. Holding his pants to keep from tripping, he stepped toward Monica as she climbed up on the hood of the car.

"I've never fucked anyone but Steve," she gasped. "You're the first."

This knowledge made his groin ache and his balls rumble. "I'll make sure you'll enjoy it."

"Ooooo, I know I will." She spread her legs wide, wriggled her ass on the smooth metal.

"See how wet I am? I'm always wet, always ready, but Steve doesn't care." She humped up. "Fuck me, Jeff. Fuck me and make me forget."

Jeff stepped close, grabbed her hips and pulled. The head of his prick split the wet puffy folds of her cunt and slipped easily into the steamy wet gash of her pussy. "Unnnn, you're hot, baby. Hot and wet!"

"I know! I know!" Monica went wild. "All of it, Jeff. Shove it all in me. I need it so fuckin' bad!"

Jeff lunged forward, fucking his prick to the root. Hot spongy cunt muscles surrounded his prick, pulsed with a steady beat against his throbbing cock and greased his prick with warm sudsy froth for fast fucking action. "Tight too!"

"Yessss," she hissed, her blue eyes bulging as her cunt became stuffed with Jeff's prick. "I'm like a virgin, a hot excited virgin." She felt his cock throbbing inside her cunthole. Her hips bucked and her ass lifted off the hood of the car. "Ewww, you're so big and hard."

Jeff leered down at Monica writhing on the car, her pussy impaled on his prick. A grin eased over his handsome face. "It'll get harder, too," he groaned. He eased back, lunged forward. "You like that?"

"Unnn, yeah!" The fucking stab had her head spinning. "More, Jeff. More!"

He repeated the hard jab, his balls whacking against her flesh. The head of his prick fucked deep, skewered her soft tender cunt. Again, he pulled out, watched her face freeze, then he fucked back, enjoying the expression on her flushed face.

"Oh, Jeff… God, can you fuck!" she moaned, unable to keep from writhing on the car. "God, I wish we were in a bed." She rotated her hips, gliding her cunt along his prick, coating his cock with warm pussycream.

Jeff held firm, allowing Monica for the moment to do all the work.

Monica's hips jammed up, then her ass crashed down, thudding to the hood of the car. She twisted and churned, fucking his long thickening cock like a wildcat. "Fuck me, Jeff. Don't make me do all the work."

Jeff fucked into her squishy pussy with fast-calculated lunges. "Baby, unnn!" He released her hips and grabbed the jiggling flesh other tits. Fucking in and out of her cunt, he mangled her creamy tits in his hands.

"Ahhhhh, Jeff," she gasped. "You'll rip them off." She bucked against his fucking prick, twisted against his violent hands. "Ooo, Christ, I love it!"

Jeff fucked the full length of his bloated cock into her cunt. Her cunt muscles, spongy and hot, attacked his cockshaft. Creamy white pussy juice clung to his prickshaft, greasing it for the next plunge. He filled the garage with his groans. "Baby… you're dynamite!"

Open-mouthed and panting, Monica banged her cunt into him, getting the entire length of his prick into her hot scalding pussy. "Oh, Jeff… your cock… so stiff… hard!" Her luscious body wiggled, twisted, churned as she let herself go completely to enjoy her first fuck in months.

Jeff picked up speed. He fucked forward, meeting her. Their bodies smacked wetly into each other. "Baby… soon… cream, Monica… unnnnn!"

A low gurgling moan escaped her mouth. Orgasms, long repressed and denied, exploded deep in her cunt. Her body began to shake uncontrollably.

A host of tingling climaxes seized her body, starting in her pussy and spreading to every inch of her hot sizzling flesh. Her screams choked her throat. "I'm cumming… cumming!" Her cunt surrounded his cock in cushiony pulsations. Soft pussy muscles beat a violent rhythm on his fucking prick. "Your cock. I'm creaming it… ooooo… creaming all over it!"

Jeff's face was red with passion. His muscled arms stiffened, his hands grabbing her gyrating hips. He held tight, his fingers sinking into her soft yielding flesh. He saw that she was cumming and felt her climax on his cock as he plummeted her pussy with hard lightning-fast jabs. It blew his mind.

"I'm gonna cum, Monica. Cream your pussy!"

"Yessss!" she cried. "Cum, Jeff. Drown me in your cum!" She was out of her head, not caring about anything but the cock that was giving her the pleasure she had been denied for so long. "Cum! Cum in my pussy!"

With Jeff's next grunt and fucking jab, his balls erupted. Hot thick cum boiled over, shot through his cock and out his dilated pisser. "I'm cumming!"

"I feel it! Aghhhh!" Her cunt, sticky with juice, milked Jeff's cock wildly as he fucked in and out of her pussy. "More, Jeff. More!"

Jeff's exploding cock spewed out a jet stream of stringy jism, whitewashing her gorgeous cunthole. "You got it, baby! Here it comes!" More cum sprayed from his prick, filling her already overflowing cunt.

Monica's pussy went into erratic contractions. She felt his load – boiling hot – fill her cunt. She came jabbing up at him, wanting more, and craving all he had. She needed every drop to drown the fire raging out of control in her pussy. "I'm still… creaming! Jeff, creaming… your prick!"

Monica's foamy cunt-cream poured from her hot cunt. With each horrendous jab of Jeff's fucking prick, cum coated his cock and dripped down the crack of her jiggling ass. The fuck juices left a wet smear of sticky goo on the hood of his car. She twisted her upper body. Her tits flopped wildly, nipples swelling, ready to burst. Her sweaty flesh squeaked against the smooth finish of the car.

"Jeff! Jeff!" She reached for him, arms outstretched, nails raking the air. Her ass hammered the hood. Her plump tits quivered and shook. She garbled something then screamed shrilly. "I can't stop cumming. So much. Oooo… Christ!"

Jeff fucked her with every ounce of strength he possessed. He creamed her pussy with wad after wad of thick cum. His hips moved back and forth, driving, his cock through the soupy froth of her overflowing cunt. "Baby! Baby! Can't stop… either!" He held her hips and fucked her over and over.

Cum squirted deep, triggering more orgasms in Monica's overheated pussy. "Your cock, Jeff."

Another shrill scream filled the air. Her head rocked from side to side, blonde hair splaying out over the shiny hood. Orgasms bombarded her. She stared, watched his face turn blurry. She blinked, arched her back, her wet ass cheeks squeaking on the hood.

The hammering ache in Jeff's balls grew more painful. More cum gushed from his cock. Jizz flowed like a river. He saw her features, beautifully exquisite, contort into a lustful expression that churned up more cum from his balls. He savagely fucked her, spewing out cum, his piss-slot wide open.

Monica's hips moved vigorously. Her cunt overflowed with his sticky jizz and her own frothy pussy-cream. Her ass cheeks slapped the hood and she screamed again. Her legs shot out, quivered, then closed around his hips, holding his cock prisoner inside her pussy.

Jeff fucked away at her vulnerable cunt, keeping the same arduous pace. He felt her wet cunt teasing around his cockshaft, felt the overpowering heat of her cunt sear through his prickshaft and down into his balls. His balls emptied the last of their load as he fucked in and out of her climaxing cunt for the last time.

"You're fabulous," she gasped, releasing him as she twitched in ecstasy. "Fabulous." Her orgasms ebbed, leaving her weak and sated. Her naked flesh glistened with the sweat of her passion. Her hips, still jerking on their own, stopped, and she whimpered.

Jeff eased his prick from her pussy. His cockshaft hung limp against his thigh, coated with a white filmy froth. "You were great, Monica," he groaned, catching his breath. "Great Steve must be crazy as hell."

With her passion satisfied and the mention of her husband's name, a wave of guilt swept over her. She pulled herself up. "I wish Steve felt the same way." She eased off the car and slipped into her panties.

Jeff used the towel, wiped his cock clean and pulled his pants up, zipping them quickly. "Anytime you need a little relief, I'll be waiting." He reached for her hand.

Monica turned. "Zip me, please." She felt strange. Her head ached from the rum, and her heart ached from what she had done.

"You're all set." He took her hand. "Let's go back to the party."

"I couldn't," she said. "I couldn't." She backed away.

"Sure you can. No one will know."

"I'll know," she said. "I feel dirty." She felt. Jeff's cum in her cunt and blushed. "I have to go home."

"Suit yourself." He leaned against the workbench. "You go first. Remember, if you want me, call."

She nodded. "Don't call me, okay?"

"Sure." He watched her peek out the door. "Drive carefuly."

Monica hurried down the driveway to the street. She ran quickly to her car and climbed in, only then giving vent to her emotions. She cried, ashamed of what she had done.