Bob Wallace

Eager hot wife

CHAPTER ONE

Joanne Benson hurried from the kitchen and headed for the den to kiss her husband good-bye. She reached the foyer when the phone rang. Habit made her pick it up. Before she could speak, she heard her husband's familiar voice say hello.

"Hello, Mr. Benson," a voice she didn't recognize said. She held on for a moment, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm leaving in a few minutes, Darin," Brad Benson said. "You'll be ready?"

"I'm in place, Mr. Benson. I'm outside your house."

"Good," Brad said, feeling better.

"Your wife will have me on her tail for the rest of the week. There won't be a thing she'll do that I won't know about."

"I'll expect it all in your report when I come back from New York. Who she talks to, where she goes, everything."

"That's what you're paying me for," the strange voice said.

"Have the report in my office on Monday, a week today, with your bill. Don't send it to the house."

"I'm discreet, Mr. Benson." The man sounded annoyed, his professional pride questioned.

Joanne stood aghast, holding the phone stiffly in her hand, her mouth open in shock. Her husband's suspicions and devious ways angered her. The phone clicked dead and she gently laid the receiver back in its cradle.

"You dirty bastard," she muttered under her breath. She forced a smile and opened the door to the den.

"Joanne," Brad said, a broad smile on his handsome features. "I was just coming out to get you. I'm ready to leave."

"I see," she said, seething inside from his distrust. She latched her arm through his and walked him to the front door where his luggage was waiting.

"I'm going to miss you," he said, taking Joanne into his arms and kissing her, his cock rubbing into her belly.

"I'll miss you too," she purred, feeling his boner. "You sure there isn't time for a fast fuck? You're hard and I'm dripping."

"Christ, Joanne. You're always ready." His statement was half joke and half truth and the main reason he had decided to have a detective watch her. It was his first time away for a week since they were married three years ago. The way she loved fucking, he wanted to be sure he could trust her to be faithful.

"I'm always ready for you," she mewed, rocking her hips, and making his cock throb as it rubbed against her. "Always."

He looked at her with a twinge of guilt nagging him for not trusting her, but… he had to know for sure. He picked up his two bags as Joanne opened the door.

"You be good while you're gone," she teased as he tossed the bags in the trunk of the car. "Don't let your cock lead you astray."

"You keep your hot pussy in check too," he said, trying to be carefree about it, but unable to pull it off. He climbed in the car and started the motor.

"If I get too hot, honey," she winked. "I'll use my fingers." She bent down and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. "Mmmmmmm. I think I'll go up and get myself off now. Your kiss has me all achy inside my pussy."

Brad frowned. "I'll see you Friday night." He backed out of the driveway.

"Call me." She waved and waited until he reached the corner and turned. Dropping her false smile, she scanned the street, spotting the unfamiliar car halfway down the block. "Okay, you bastards," she said. "You'll both get what you want." She went back in the house, determined to give the detective plenty of opportunity to fill his book with her infidelities.

"If that's what you expect, dear Brad," she muttered to her reflection in the bedroom mirror, "then that is what you'll get!" She pulled her sweater and jeans off, anxious to begin her interesting week of follow the leader! She tore at her bra and panties, standing naked in front of the mirror.

She rubbed her ivory skin, her hands caressing the soft flesh and cupping her large creamy tits. "You're going to get plenty of action this week." She squeezed them and moaned.

With a hot and sexy smile on her lips, she sprayed her naked body with an erotic scent and walked to the closet, picking out a slinky dress that clung to her body like a magnet. She slipped it over her head and admired herself in the mirror, then brushed her lustrous, dark red hair as it rested on her, soft shoulders.

She giggled nervously, thrilled with the way she looked in the green silky dress that accentuated every hot curve of her luscious figure. It reflected her green eyes, making them sparkle like jade. Her tits pressed against the thin material, the nipples like rubber erasers.

She turned and hurried from the room, the hem of the dress licking her bare knees. In a way she was glad about Brad's rotten plan. It gave her a chance to satisfy all her hidden fantasies and show her husband what a bastard he was at the same time.

Outside, she heaved a deep sigh, her heart beating wildly in her breast. "I'm ready to leave, you fucking private dick," she cursed, climbing into her car and backing it out of the driveway. She pointed in his direction and slowly coasted down the street, catching a glimpse of him as she passed. She giggled at his obvious attempt to hide his face. She was tempted to wave, but she didn't want the bastard to know she was onto their dirty little game.

Joanne drove out of town, looking for someone, anyone to break the ice. Ideally, she was looking for someone she could fuck so the detective would have no doubt in his mind what she was doing. She wanted to make it as easy as possible for him. She glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing him behind her. She was excited and having a ball.

She sped down the highway, her body tingling with anticipation, her mind whirling over the possibilities of her first adulterous week. It was going to be like an erotic-dream. She eased up on the gas and pumped the brake, slowing as she approached a car on the side of the road, its hood up.

A man lifted his head out from under the hood and Joanne slammed on the brake, screeching to a stop about twenty feet in front of the disabled car. She grinned, seeing the detective slow, then pass. "Better keep your eyes open," she said, backing up. "The party is about to begin." Already, a plan was forming in her hot fertile mind.

She shut off the motor and leaned out the window. "Can I be of help?" she called.

The man walked to her car and peered in, ogling Joanne's beautifully chiseled, ivory complected face with a slash of red on her full mouth, breaking the soft sensuous pattern. "I'm waiting for the tow truck."

Joanne melted under his appreciative stare. "Maybe I can give you lift to the garage. I don't mind waiting, if you don't mind a little company." She stared at his crotch, wondering what his prick would be like.

"I'd love it," he said, opening the door for her and offering his hand.

Joanne climbed out, taking his masculine hand, his grip full of assurance. She leaned against his car, letting him take in all of her beauty as she posed. She spotted the detective's car driving by on the other side of the road and she giggled.

"Something funny?" the stranger asked, coming closer to her, his body almost touching hers.

"No." She enjoyed his closeness. She tilted her head, her mouth inches from his. "You're a very handsome man."

"You're very beautiful," he complimented, leaning against her, applying just the right amount of pressure to add stimulation to the contact.

"Forward too," she purred, feeling just a hint of his cock against her belly. It was exciting and already her pussy was beginning to moisten with the warm juices of her cunt.

"You don't seem to mind," he said, pushing his cock harder into her soft belly. He rested his hands on her full curvaceous hips. "You have got to be the sexiest thing I've come across in months."

"Thank you for the compliment." She was overjoyed by his boldness. It was making things easier for her. She glanced down the highway, spotting the detective driving back along the crowded highway, a tow truck a few car lengths behind him. She placed her arms around the stranger's neck, wanting to give the detective a sample of things to come. "I think the tow truck is here."

The stranger glanced around. "I can use that ride now."

"Anytime and anywhere," she crooned, walked to her car, her ass swinging promiscuously.

She waited in her car, lifting her dress, exposing her milky thighs. She swallowed her heart back in place as he opened the door and climbed in beside her.

"Let's go," he said, not missing her attempt to flash her shapely legs. "I'm yours for the rest of the day, if you like. I can pick up my car around dinner time."

Joanne started the motor and pulled back into the flow of traffic, enjoying his dark eyes ogling her legs. She passed by the parked car of the detective, wanting to blow the horn. "I'd like that very much," she purred, her voice like velvet. "I know just the place we can spend the morning." She gunned the motor, roaring down the highway, Darin Jenkins, her husband's detective, right behind her.

"I'm looking forward to it," he said, placing his hand on her bare knee. "I hope it's quiet and not too crowded."

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, overjoyed at his caressing hand on her knee. "It's quiet and there's no one else around for miles." Except, she thought to herself, a very inquisitive private eye.

She pulled off the highway, using her signals, not wanting to chance losing her tail. She drove, keeping her eyes alert for the dirt road that led to the quiet spot she first discovered by accident a few months ago when she had made a wrong turn.

The man slid his hand higher on her thigh, kneading the silky flesh of her leg, inching almost imperceptibly toward her pussy.

For a moment, Joanne didn't notice, being intent on finding the dirt road. She blinked. "Don't touch," she sighed, placing her hand over his, her palm sweaty with excitement. "I might crack up the car." She kept her hand on his, making sure he didn't move.

She spotted the dirt road and turned off, praying the detective wasn't stupid and would be able to follow. She drove for about a mile and pulled off into a small clearing. She took his hand off her leg.

"There it is." She climbed out of the car and quickly ran to the top of the knoll, looking down at the small stream flowing lazily down below.

He came up behind her, encircling her lush body with his arms and rubbing his cock into her soft ass. "You are a delicious hunk of female flesh."

Joanne pushed back against him, shivering with delight at his passion and the hard cock pressing against her soft bottom. "Mmmmmmm. You don't waste any time."

"With a woman like you, there shouldn't be any time wasted," he said, his hands coming up from around her wispy waist to cup her large pliant tits.

Joanne stood shaking at his bold exploring hands. "I don't even know your name."

"It's Grant Miles." His hand slipped inside her silky dress, cupping a bare tit, the nipple burning into his palm. "What's yours?"

"It's Joanne," she moaned, her legs growing weak from the hot erotic fondling of her tits and his throbbing cock against her ass. She turned into his arms, crushing her body into his. "Kiss me, Grant."

His lips covered hers in an instant, his tongue exploring the eager wetness of her gently sucking mouth. His hands roved over her back, down to her soft tender ass. He cupped the firm ass cheeks and kneaded the flesh, his cock aching in his pants.

"Oh, Grant," she sighed, coming out of his arms. "You're getting me all hot and mushy inside." Her tits heaved, one hanging out from Grant's playing. Her eyes darted around, trying to spot any signs of the detective. She caught a glimpse of something moving behind a tree some distance away and caught the reflection of, what she assumed to be, the glare of a telephoto camera lens. Get all the pictures you want, honey, she sighed to herself.

Grant leered at the beautiful housewife that just walked into his life. He gulped, ogling her exposed tit and defiant stance as she stood a few feet away, the sun at her back, her long red hair framing her exquisitely featured face.

"Want me to strip?" she cooed, rocking on her heels, the passion bubbling in her loins.

"Whatever you want," Grant said, not believing this passionate woman would actually strip out in the open.

"You don't believe me, do you?" she asked, seeing the doubt in his dark penetrating eyes. She didn't wait for an answer. Her hands smoothed down over her hips and she used her palms, bringing the dress slowly and erotically up her legs, exposing her thighs inch by tantalizing inch.

Joanne felt Grant's eyes on her and the eyes of the camera turning her on, making her body tremble. She stopped the hem of her sexy dress at the beginning of her pussy. "Do you believe me now?" she asked, her voice quaking.

"I'll believe it when it's off," he said, dying to see the lush white skin of her naked body.

Joanne sucked in her breath and slipped the dress over her hips and up over her tits, pulling it off and standing naked on the grassy mound, her hot creamy body exposed to both men – Grant whom she was planning on devouring and the sneaky detective with his snooping camera.

"Do I please you?" she asked, her large tits jutting from her chest with no hint of sag, her slim waist flaring put into full curved-out hips, then tapering down to a pair, of long slender legs.

"You'd please even the most picky admirer." He took a step toward her, but she held up her hand to stop him.

"Let me come to you." She turned briefly, wanting the detective with his camera to have a good clear shot of her facing him. In her mind, she could hear the quick rapid clicking of the shutter as the man snapped picture after picture with his motor-driven Pentax. She turned to Grant, walking seductively toward him, the warm summer breeze sending hot chills up and down her naked body.

She stopped in front of him, her eyes green emeralds, glistening with passion. "Touch my pussy, Grant. Feel how hot and juicy it is."

Grant reached down between her parted legs, stroking his fingers through the wetness of her cunt slit, hot sticky juice clinging to his fingers. He pulled out his hand and saw the filmy white cream.

"I told you," she purred, like a kitten. "My pussy is soaked and aching for your hard cock." She reached down and grabbed his prick in her delicate hand. "I'll bet it's a giant cock too."

Joanne had Grant reeling. He grabbed her, his hands groping and squeezing her body in frantic grabs on her tits, hips, arms and legs. He couldn't get enough.

"Don't hurt me," she sighed breathlessly, getting hotter by the second. She took her hand away from his pants and stepped back. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," he rasped, needing to fuck this hot bitch before he lost his mind. He grabbed his pants, tugging, wanting to free his prick.

"No," she moaned, placing her sweaty hand on his. "Let me do it." She dropped to her knees in the grass, her tits jiggling as she crawled the short distance to his bulging groin. She was eye level with his crotch, her mouth only inches away.

Grant couldn't believe his good fortune. What started out as a pain-in-the-ass day with his car breaking down, looked like one of the better days of his life. He watched her pull the zipper down with her long delicate fingers, her nails bright with red fiery polish.

"I'm so nervous, Grant," she purred, his zipper down. "I can't wait to see how gorgeous your prick is." She groped inside his pants, latching onto his thick veiny shaft. "Oh, Christ! I found it!"

"Take it out," he groaned, his cock twitching in her sweaty grip. "Take the God damn thing out!"

"I am! I am!" she moaned, tormenting herself for a moment longer while fondling his dick inside his pants. "Don't be so impatient!"

Unable to deny herself the sight of his prick any longer, she yanked it out and gasped. "Ooooaaaahhh! It's sooo big and beautiful!" She looked up at him, her face flushed with excitement. "I'll bet it'll fit nice and tight in my pussy."

He nodded numbly. She was a dream come true, a hot bitch who wasn't bashful and who pressed how she felt and said what she wanted. "You got it for a long as you want."

"Today will be fine," she purred, stroking his lengthy rod, feeling the surging strength. She licked her lips. "I always suck first," she whispered in a voice reminiscent of a child. "I like eating before fucking."

"Be my guest." He was still awed by her openness.

"I shall." She parted her red glistening lips and eased them over Grant's cock, the first cock she had touched since marrying Brad three years ago. "Mmmmmmmm."