Bob Wallace

Eager wild wife

CHAPTER ONE

Tiffany Wells pouted like a child as she stared at her gorgeous figure in the full-length mirror. Dark sensuous eyes studied the lush reflection of her naked body. Her large swollen tits jutted out proudly: two magnificent globes of creamy white flesh, capped by reddish-pink nipples.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed dreamily. She caressed the smooth firmness of her tits with the tips of her fingers. The nipples seemed to swell even larger. "Ooooooo, Ryan," she purred, thinking of her husband. "Why aren't you home to fuck me?"

Her flashing dark eyes widened as she skimmed her trembling hands down over the lush contour of her exquisite body. Her eyes dropped, feasted on the trimmed patch of black pussy hair that adorned her cunt. "How long, Ryan?" she murmured, the passion in her eyes reflecting her neglect. "Too long," she answered as she rolled her hips lewdly. "Too fucking long."

Her hands skimmed up her body, fingers combing through her lustrous black hair. The action lifted her pulpy tits, aimed the nipples hotly at her quivering reflection. A shudder skittered through her frustrated body.

"Damn you, Ryan," she moaned. She stalked to the phone, tits bouncing, her round firm ass jiggling. Throwing herself on the bed, she dialed Ryan's office.

"Hello," Kate said. "Ryan Wells' office." Her voice had the soft purr of a contented kitten.

Tiffany hated her for it. She took a deep breath. Kate was ten years younger, pretty, blonde, a regular cheerleader type. It irked Tiffany every time she thought about the sexy blonde, and she hated Ryan for hiring her.

"Could I speak to my husband please?" she snapped.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Wells," Kate purred. "I'll put you right through."

Tiffany clutched the phone. Even though she was only twenty-eight, the way Kate said "Mrs." always made her feel like a grandmother. She buried her anger, knew why the sexy blonde made her feel this way. It wasn't Tiffany's fault – it was Ryan's. Because of his constant neglect, there were even times she imagined Ryan fucking the hot little blonde. Today looked like it was going to be one of those days.

"Hi, baby," Ryan said, his smooth voice cutting into Tiffany's angry thoughts. "Anything the matter?"

"Nothing your cock couldn't solve," she moaned. "When are you coming home?"

Ryan groaned. "Late, baby. Business. It's piling up. We're going to be rich soon."

"I don't give a shit about rich, Ryan."

She spread her legs wide, took the receiver and put it between her legs. She squished her free hand through her wet steamy cunt.

Panting, she brought the phone back to her mouth. "Did you hear that?"

"I did," Ryan said. "What was it?"

"It was the juices in my pussy," she sighed.

"Christ, you remember, don't you? I've got black hair all around it. There's a red gash where you stick your cock. Remember?"

"Balls, Tiff. Don't you think I understand? I'm sitting here with a hard-on." He rubbed his crotch as if to confirm what he had said. "I can't help it if I'm too tired to fuck when I get home at night. Shit, I'm not a damn machine."

"A little less time at the office," she snapped, "and maybe you wouldn't be so tired."

"Then you wouldn't have all those new credit cards I got you," he said, growing impatient with his wife. "We'll have plenty of time for fucking once the money really starts to roll into the business. Be patient."

"Be patient… shit on you! I've been patient and what does it get me? Zilch. I'm lying here naked, creaming all over the fucking bed, and you've got the balls to tell me to be patient. Fuck you!" She was shaking, her knuckles white, her black eyes glowing.

"Go out and use the new credit cards. Buy something for yourself. It'll help you take your mind off your cunt." He was disgusted. He was busting his ass to be successful, and she didn't give a shit.

"Yeah… maybe I can buy me a guy to fill my cunt with his nice hard cockmeat."

"So who gives a shit!" Ryan shouted. He slammed the phone down.

Tears filled Tiffany's eyes. "I guess nobody does," she said to the dead phone. "So why should I?" She forced her tears back, a raging anger taking the place of hurt.

On her back, her legs stretched out in an erotic vee, Tiffany stared at the ceiling. Through her tears, the ceiling looked blurred, but the image of Ryan's handsome face came through to haunt her.

"You bastard," she mumbled as an image of Kate blended with Ryan's. "You bitch."

She closed her eyes. Her hands roamed her frantic body. Anger, jealousy, and lust created a volatile mixture of emotions. Shivering, she found her tits, mangled them with her anger and jealousy, caressed them with her lust.

"Oooo, I need a cock." She opened her mouth, formed an oval shape with her glistening lips and let her pink tongue play around her lips. "I need a cock so fucking bad."

She clawed her way down her writhing body to the steamy gash of her hungry pussy.

"I need a prick. A nice fat prick right here." She plunged three fingers into the soupy mixture of her overheated pussy. Her back arched, and her legs stiffened. "Aghhhhh!"

One hand mauled her creamy tits. One hand clawed the flesh of her cunt, fingers jabbing occasionally into her gaping fuckhole. She rolled her hips panting and climbing quickly toward the peak and an orgasm she desperately needed.

"Oooo, Ryan! Ryan!" She shouted his name over and over again. "I want your cock." She sucked her breath in, imagining Ryan's prick between her lips, her tongue lashing his cock for neglecting her for so long. "Ewwwww, Ryan!"

Tiffany humped her ass up from the bed, rotated her hips. Her eyelids blinked rapidly as she climbed closer to the explosive climax that would keep her sated until her husband could satisfy her. With this thought in her mind, she finger-fucked her cunt, mauled her tits, scratched viciously at her clit.

With her white creamy flesh on fire, Tiffany soared to the peak. She hovered for a moment, reveling in the pleasure that ran rampant through her hot frustrated body. A tremor swept through her cunt, a prelude to her orgasm.

"Oooo, be good," she gasped, praying the orgasm would satisfy her. She forgot about her tits, used both hands on her ripe sizzling pussy. "Be good to me."

She clawed her pussy, fingered her fuckhole, scratched her nails on the hard blood-engorged clit poking from its sheath.

She trembled. Her eyes widened, the pupils dilated. "I'm cumming! Cumming!" Her screams bounced off the walls, echoed in her head. "I'm cumming! Creaming, Ryan! I'm creaming, Ryan!"

In a flurry of passion, hot searing orgasms ripped through her pussy, spreading like wildfire to encompass every inch of her inflamed flesh. "I'm creaming," she babbled through tears of hurt and jealousy. "I'm creaming alone!"

Hot buttery pussy-cum flowed from her empty cunt. It drenched her fingers, flowed down the crack of her jiggling ass, formed a wet dark puddle on the sheet. Her tits flopped, the nipples swelling, ready to burst. She twisted her head, eyes glazed.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" She fixed her glazed eyes on the ceiling. Racking sobs of hurt mixed with whimpering cries of passion filled the lonely bedroom. She was swirling in a vat of hot conflicting emotions. "Ryan, you bastard! Bastard!"

She bucked and rolled on the bed, an imaginary cock fucking wildly into her empty cunthole. She screamed. Pussy muscles, hungry for cockmeat, pulsed a greedy beat inside her juicy fuckhole. Cum gushed from the cushiony walls of her cunt, drenching her empty fuckhole.

"No! No!" she screamed through tears of frustration. She jammed her fingers into her pussy. Another orgasm caromed through her body. She shuddered as the spongy muscles of her cunt attacked her fingers wildly. "A cock! A cock! Ryan… don't make me do this to myself!"

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.

CHAPTER TWO

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.