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."