Bob Wallace

Hot naughty wife

CHAPTER ONE

Gretchen Steward leaned her head back in the cab. She felt wonderful. The emergency that had taken her away from home and turned out to be only a routine operation for her mother – an appendectomy. Now, she was able to come home two days earlier than she'd expected. Ray will be thrilled, and Patsy will be happy to hear mom's all right. She watched the familiar scenery whiz by as the cab driver headed into her neighborhood.

"Here ya are, lady," the cabby muttered, screeching to a halt in front of her house. "The fare's eight-fifty."

Gretchen fished in her purse for a ten. "Here. Keep the change." She grabbed her overnight bag and was out of the cab before the driver could go around to open the door for her.

Surprise registered off her beautiful face. Ray's car was in the driveway! As she walked up the flagstone path to her house, her high heels clicking against the stone, her face brightened. He would certainly be happy to see her. A warmth spread over her. She would be happy too. Sleeping alone the last few lights had made her very horny.

She slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door. The sound of voices drifted to her from the living room. She stopped, giggled like a schoolgirl, and closed the door quietly, planning to surprise him. Furtively, she tiptoed to the archway that led to the living room.

She was about to take a step into the room and holler surprise, but her eyes bulged out instead. Her sister, Patsy, was standing in the center of the living room wearing a babydoll nightie. Ray was on the couch ogling her like a grinning fool.

Gretchen shrank back so as not to be seen, and leaned against the wall. Her heart drummed in her chest. Their words cunt her deep as if they were daggers.

"How do I look, Ray?" Patsy purred, pirouetting. The frilly lace of the pink nightie floated up and bared her pink, panty-clad ass.

"Delicious," Ray said, enjoying his sister-in-law's sexy antics. Patsy was eighteen, half his age, and married. "You look good enough to eat."

"I hope you mean that, Ray," she purred, fluffing her blonde hair. "I love it when Tony climbs between my legs and chews me up. I cream all over."