His Neighbor's Hot Wife

CHAPTER ONE"Almost," he said to her. "I just want to look over this letter you typed." He smiled when she closed the office door, stepping inside so she could lean back against it. His eyes wandered up and down his hot blonde secretary's body. And he sure as hell loved what he saw. She was wearing a tight pull-over blouse, and her huge t**s were pressing against the stretch fabric. He knew she was wearing a bra, because it was office policy, but even with her bra on, he could see the outline of her n*****s. They looked so thick and long in their stiff state. Sally also wore a skirt, also tight, than came down to her crotch. In fact, when she raised her arms a little bit, her skirt seemed to slide right up her thighs. As she did that now, in Bobby's office, he could see part of her blue panties. There was a definite stain in the crotch a wet stain, and the brown-haired man was quite sure that his secretary was turned on, and, once again, hot for him. He slid his chair under his desk a little bit further, so as not to allow her to see the stiffening bulge in his pants. The last thing in the world that he wanted at the moment was to let her know how turned on he was. "What's the matter?" she asked. "You don't trust my typing?" "Huh?" was his natural response, as he was quite turned on to her hot looks, and quite sure that she was trying to turn him on, with her arm raised so her blouse pressed tighter against her t**s and her panties showed. "You're proofing my letter, Bobby. Don't you believe that I typed it without a mistake?" "Of course I do, but still..." he started to say to her. But he stopped. Because as he started to talk, he saw the way she moved her hand to one of her t**s, and started to scratch it through her blouse. He saw how her fingers were first scratching her tit mound, then moving closer to the outline of her n****e that he could see, and it sure as hell looked hot. He watched as she started to pinch her n****e just a little bit, but still enough to make him hotter than he already was. Though he was dying to slide his hand under the desk, right to his hard d**k bulge, he didn't do that. He knew that if he made the attempt, with Sally in the room, she would see what he was doing and insist that she help him. That, of course, meant she'd probably want to go down on him. But more than likely, Bobby imagined, she would probably want to take his hard d**k for a ride. She had let him know as much, on many occasions. So he sat there with both hands holding the letter she had typed, and he could feel the way he was gripping the paper. He thought he might even tear it. "What's the matter, Bobby?" Sally asked him then. "Can't even finish a sentence." "Huh?" he asked her. "Of course I can. I mean, I..." Bu he stopped once again, because he could see the way she was starting to slide her other hand down to her short skirt. She slid her hand right to her crotch (as her tit-playing hand continued to do its work) and started to rub her panties, which were now showing because her hand had pushed her skirt up. She began to press her hand right up against her panties, pushing some of the blue fabric into her cunt. Bobby sat there, turned on, and open-mouthed, and he did slide his hand toward his c**k shaft. He began to stroke himself through his pants, still keeping himself positioned so that his crotch was under his desk. He watched as Sally tugged on her panties, pulling the fabric out of her p***y, and when he saw those blue panties, he was even more turned on. He could see that there was an even bigger wet stain in the front. In fact, the whole front part of her panties which had been between her cunt lips and in her cunt, only a few seconds ago, was now one big soaked wad of panty fabric. Bobby could feel his mouth watering, but he tried not to lick his lips. "Oooh," Sally moaned softly, "after a long day at work, I just need to relax. Some of my friends rush home and smoke a joint. Others go out to a bar and have a coupla drinks. But neither one of those ways works for me." "Well, what does work for you?" he asked Sally. "Mmmmmm, what doesn't work for me?" she asked, and by that, she was probably referring to anything that was s****l. Bobby was sure that Sally not only loved sucking d**k and having her cunt eaten, but also riding a c**k, having the man on top of her so he was doing the f*****g, and most likely, even taking a prick up her ass. He didn't know for sure; the two of them had never talked about it. As she kept leaning back against the door, she slid her long red-nailed fingers into her panties, and began to run them up and down her cunt lips. At least that was what Bobby thought she was doing. With her fingers in her panties, he couldn't really see what they were doing but he could see the impression they were making against her panties. Then, he saw the bulge in her panties seem to disappear a little bit. The hot, big-titted, stiff-nippled blonde started to moan a little bit more, and Bobby knew that the reason the bulge was disappearing a little bit was because she was starting to slide a few of her fingers into her cunt. She even began to wiggle her hips back and forth a little bit, and he knew that she was f*****g her own fingers. He slid his fingers to the base of his c**k bulge, and pinched himself as hard as he possibly could, thinking about even trying o make his fingers meet at the base. The idea, of course, was to try to keep himself from shooting off. "Oooh, Bobby, I'm starting to feel more relaxed," Sally said. "You could probably make me feel even more, more relaxed, if you wanted to." He saw the way she started to slide her panties down in the front. This was farther than she had ever gone before. He saw the top part of her blonde-haired pubic triangle, and the hairs looked like they were almost golden. He saw the way some of them were tangled, and even though he was sitting pretty far away from her (at least eighteen feet or so) behind his desk, he could smell that womanly scent permeating the air and starting to move in his direction. Bobby tried not to inhale too deeply, because he knew he shoot right off if he were to do something like that. Instead, he just kept watching her. She slid her panties almost all the way down in front, so he could see that she had three of her fingers buried in her p***y. She began to slide them in and out, and he saw the wet come coating building up on her wiggling digits. "At least let me see you," she moaned softly. "It really is the very least you can do. At least let me have a look at that hard d**k of yours." He did start to think about it. His c**k was really quite turned on this time probably more turned on that it had ever been during one of these after-working hours encounters with Sally. He had never let her touch his d**k during one of these encounters in fact, he had never even let her see it. "I don't think so, Sally," he said to her. "That would be cheating." "Jesus, Bobby, it's not cheating to let someone see your dick." "The more you talk about it, the less turned on I'm getting." When he said that, he thought he had her. It was not true at all. He loved his hard d**k, and was really quite proud of it. He had been involved in a lot of group s****l encounters, years back, before he had met and married Tina, and during those encounters he'd had a chance to see other hard male d***s. The only interest he'd had in them was their size, at least in comparison to his own size. During those group encounters, Bobby had come to realize that he had quite a large prick. He had never come across any other man during any of those hot orgies (where sometimes a woman was getting f****d by three d***s at once) who had a d**k as long and as thick as his own c**k. He knew that Sally would be quite impressed. In fact, he was sure that she would be so impressed that she would want to do something with his c**k. She would want to probably suck it, or probably sit on it. But something. And he was a happily married man, and he and his wife had made a vow with each other never to cheat. They were still both hot for each other, and their s*x life was still as fantastic as it had been when they first got married. So Bobby did not want to get into cheating with his secretary. He loved his wife much too much, and knew that he could always save the huge load that he had for her, when he got home later. Sally was still sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was licking her lips a hell of a lot now, too, and she did remind Bobby of Tina, at least in the sense that both of the women were hot, big-titted blondes. The only thing was, he knew Tina would never put on a show like this for him. Of course, he had never really asked her. When they were both naked, they were usually too busy touching each other and working each other over, and that kept them from sitting back and taking in the other's hot, hot body. When Sally began to walk closer to him, he thought about wheeling his chair back against the wall, as a kind of way to back away from her. He did realize that he would be making himself more vulnerable that way. After all, he'd be exposing his crotch for her to see and get a grip on. Instead, he pushed himself under his desk a little bit more, so that his crotch and his squeezing hand was right under the oak wood desk. Sally had never come this close to him before. She moved right over to his desk, and placed her hot little ass on the edge of it, inches away from him, facing him. She had her skirt pulled all the way up over her hips, and her naked cunt was only a few inches away from him. Her strong, arousing aroma was starting to make his d**k throb, even though he was squeezing the base harder than ever. Then, he saw her pulling her tight blouse right up over her t**s. She did it in a matter of seconds, then yanked her bra cups down below her stiff nippled boobs. "Now how can you resist me, Bobby?" she asked. "Aren't I tantalizing?" "You're everything I could want in a woman, if I wasn't married," he said. She was sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt at a steady rate now, and when he said that to her, he could tell that she was upset, but only a little. She tried not to let it show as she kept sliding her fingers. "Well, you know you could have any part of me. You could have my mouth. You could f**k my hot cunt. Look how juicy it is. And you know something? It's as tight as it is juicy. What do you think about that? Or you could f**k my ass, you know. "Or you know what else you could f**k? You could slide your d**k between my t**s and I could press them together, and you could f**k them. Did you ever think about sliding your d**k back and forth between a lady's t**s? I'd keep them pressed together real right. Real, real tight, to make it as hot as a p***y. "And I'd keep my tongue stuck out as low as I could, so if you'd thrust up real high your d**k head would get a feel of my mouth. Doesn't that sound hot, Bobby? You could f**k my t**s and my mouth at the same time." He was squeezing his c**k so hard that it hurt. Her words were turning him on even more than the look of her hot body, and the smell of it. She leaned forward, as if she was trying to look and see his crotch. In doing so, her t**s were inches away from his face. All he had to do was turn his head and open his mouth to make contact with her n****e. He tried to move away a little bit. He wheeled himself back on his chair, and she immediately grabbed his crotch, pushing his own hand away. He tried to tell her not to. Sally could sense the panic in him, and she did think it was strange. The very first time she had come into his office at the end of the day, and come on to him, he had panicked in the same kind of way.