My Hot Wife Katie Ch. 19

Heavy snow had fallen over the Kansas City metro with four inches already on the ground with more on the way. With the impeding blizzard Mrs. Jackson wanted to grab some groceries for the weekend. The hot wife felt the stare from many men, even those shopping with their wives, at the stores she visited. She was dressed in a black sweater, a tight pair of blue jean jeggings with black leather boots. The jeggings, tucked into her boots, made her fit legs look even longer. A black leather jacket completed her outfit as her brown hair flowed in the wind of the pending snowstorm. The hot wife couldn't help but smile at the looks she received.

Her children were at a play date with Sofia Martinez's children after school and her husband was off in New York for a weekend business meeting. As the sexy wife drove home she tried to focus on what she should make that evening for dinner but she couldn't help but feel the wetness between her legs. She glanced down at her watch. She wanted to spend sometime alone before the kids needed to be picked up. Just the thought of lying naked on the bed, a quiet house, and her fingers made her panties become saturated with her juices. It seemed she constantly wanted sex from Fred but he was always working long hours to make ends meet. The hot wife still hadn't found a job in the horrible economy, although at her husband's urging, she had submitted her application to participate in the Mrs. Missouri pageant. Fred was very excited to have her enter the contest and told her he had no doubts she was going to win. It made her feel so good that Fred had so much confidence in her. She wanted to win, not only for herself, but for him as well to reward him for working hard as it was going to be expensive to travel and do the things required for the pageant.

Her husband was tired when he got home from work daily and the stress that came with the long hours took a toll on him. She didn't blame him for being tired as she remembered the days when they both worked and how they were never spontaneous but that was before everything changed on that afternoon. The wife couldn't wait to feel her husband's cock explode in her mouth and reward her with his hot sperm. When she picked him up at the airport on Sunday maybe she should devour him in the parking garage. Just thinking of doing something so naughty made her pussy tremble.

She tried to clear her mind on what she could do this weekend without her husband. Maybe just curl up on the couch in front of the fireplace with a good book while the kids played outside or a nice glass of wine as she watched it snow. No matter how hard she tried to get it out of her mind; her thoughts came back to getting fucked. She wanted her husband to do her hard from behind; ram his thumb up her ass; force his cock down her throat and have him squirt his cum down her throat.

Katie drove down the interstate and off to the side of the road she saw the sign for the adult theatre where Fred took her last year. Her face felt flushed at the thought of what she had done. Never in her wildest dreams would she have done what she did; but yet her husband encouraged her. Butterflies jumped in her stomach as she remembered the night and how she gave her husband a blowjob in front of everyone; how the men jacked off as they watched her; how she loved every second of it.

She swallowed hard as she felt her own juices seep into her panties. She slowed as she passed a car accident and thought it looked like her friend Sheila. The same friend who was now fucking her obese neighbor Phil. The well hung man hadn't called but Sheila was always over at his house at least two to three times a week for the past month. Katie could only imagine what the disgusting neighbor was making her do. She quickly turned off the interstate, against her better judgment, and pulled into the adult bookstore's parking lot.

Her mind focused on one thing as she stared at the entrance as she tried to get the nerve to go inside. She pulled out her purse and counted her money; she didn't want to be short. She definitely didn't want to use a credit or debit card. Katie felt the moisture between her legs as her body knew what it wanted. She glanced into the mirror and took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She quickly told herself that this was normal and this was why they have stores that carry items like she wanted. She opened the door to her SUV and walked inside. Her denim jeggings clung to her ass; her black boots were about calf level with her pants tucked neatly inside of them. Her small perfect breasts poked out of her sweater as her leather jacket clung to her shoulders.

As soon as she entered; she immediately felt the stare of a few men who were looking at the movies and magazines. Katie didn't make eye contact but swayed her ass as she walked in. The sound of her boots echoed as she strolled across the tile floor. She glanced at the doors to the theater where she allowed a guy to use her feet to jack off as the butterflies soared in her stomach and felt her own wetness in her lace panties.

Her eyes darted around the store as she spied the large pink dildo on the display shelf. The same one she had looked at with Fred. He asked her then if they should buy it but she said it was too big; but that was before Phil had blackmailed her and gave her a taste of his massive cock. She pulled the box off the shelf. It was bigger than she remembered and her juices continued to flow. The hot wife walked directly to the counter and laid it down.

The female clerk didn't say anything but just rang up the purchase. Although she felt nervous, Katie was sure the clerk had seen things she never dreamed of. She quickly paid with cash as the clerk placed her purchases into a sack. Katie stuffed the change into her pants pocket and was out the door and back in her SUV. She quickly started it, sat back and gave a sigh of relief. She pulled the box from the sack and scrambled to open it. The hot wife pulled it from the package as she wrapped her small delicate fingers around it. The dildo was at least 12 inches long with a large base. The texture felt like a real cock. The girth was bigger than Phil's and definitely bigger than her husband's. Katie's hand rubbed over her crotch and couldn't wait to get home for an afternoon filled with pure naughtiness. Her pussy trembled at the thought of ramming the fake cock into her while lying naked on her bed.

Mrs. Jackson was soon on the interstate and drove as quickly as possible in the blizzard. Her cell phone rang but she didn't want to be distracted as the storm increased in severity. Her cell phone rang again and again but she continued to ignore the calls.

She arrived home safely, quickly unloaded and put away her groceries. She glanced down at her watch and knew she still had a few hours before the kids would be dropped off which was more than enough time to satisfy her hot desires.

She kicked off her boots by the front door and darted upstairs. Katie's hand shook as she pulled off her sweater and slid off her jeggings. The hot wife quickly pulled off her moist panties and jumped into bed. She reached into the sack as she pulled out the large dildo and wrapped her fingers around it. Her other hand darted between her legs and began to flick her fingers across her perfect folds of her pussy. She held the cock up to her lips as she forced the fake cock past them. It filled her mouth like no other cock as her fingers entered into her wet love canal. The hot wife thought of her husband and wished he was home but as she pressed the cock further into her mouth, as she wished it was real, the vision of her well endowed neighbor's cock entering her mouth was all she could concentrate on.

The horny wife spread her legs wide as she pulled the saliva covered cock from her mouth and pressed it against her vagina. Slowly she felt the head press into her opening as she moaned loudly in her empty house. Her hands shook as she grabbed the cock with both hands and slowly forced it deeper into her.

The phone rang again as the cock was barely inside of her. Mrs. Jackson sighed at the distraction. Maybe her husband was stuck in the snow? Maybe something happened to the kids? Without looking at the caller ID, she quickly answered, "Hello?"

"It's about time you answered!" Sheila screamed into the phone.

"Hi to you to," as she pulled the cock out of her.

"Katie, I need your help!" The hot wife knew immediately what the buxom manager was talking about but she was determined to not get involved.

Katie let out a sarcastic laugh, "I've helped you enough Sheila."

"You don't understand," the buxom manger said with desperation in her voice.

Mrs. Jackson sighed long into the phone, "What now?"

"I'm sure you've seen that I've been over at Phil's a couple of times. He wanted me to give him a ride to the hospital and on the way he had me make some stops at the bank for him," a distinct panic was heard in the manger's voice which was not like her.

"So," was Katie's only response.

The big breasted manager explained further, "He had me deposit checks that were from the State of Missouri but they were payable to Maureen Dorman. Do you know if that's his wife? Is he still married?"

Katie perked up. That did sound strange, "She died a few years ago. Are you sure?" as sat up in bed. Her hands still shook as she held the dildo.

"Yes! I looked at it while in the drive thru and he got really upset with me and told me to mind my own business," she continued to explain.

The hot wife looked at her new toy as she gripped it in her hand, "What do you want me to do about it?" Katie wondered how it would feel to have such a large object stuffed completely into her.

"Do you think he's doing a something illegal? I mean," Sheila paused, "with your banking experience does it sound strange he would have these checks? Would I be in trouble?"

Mrs. Jackson tossed the toy in the middle of the bed, "Maybe. I wouldn't put it past him," Katie thought back to her training at The Bank of the West when they talked about Thomas Parkin. He was a man who lived on the east coast who kept the state thinking his mother was still alive so he could collect her benefits. The bank gave a long training exercise about him so that it wouldn't happen in any of their branches. She looked out the bedroom window towards Phil's house, "I always wondered how he could stay in the house next to us after she died."

"So you'll help me then?" the buxom manager begged.

"What do you want me to do Sheila? Why don't you stop going over there?" Katie cringed at what she just said. It made her sound jealous of what she was doing.

"He has an appointment at 3:00," Sheila explained, "I can't pick him up so he's catching a ride with his lawyer or something. I need you to go over and see if you can find a check or something."

"You want me to go over when he's not home?" Katie was flabbergasted that her friend would ask such a thing.

"It's not like I can snoop around his house when I'm there," she retorted.

"Why can't you do it now?" questioned the hot wife.

"I have a meeting with the board today. Besides with your banking background you would know what to look for; I wouldn't have any idea," rationalized her friend.

The hot wife was instantly perturbed at her old friend. Maybe it had something to do with that Sheila couldn't do it because of her job. The same job she threw in her face when they were both over at Phil, "I don't think so. You are on your own." Katie hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.

The phone rang again and Katie refused to answer. She grabbed her new toy and laid back down. It rang again and again. Instead of just unplugging it from the wall she picked it up and pressed a button, "Sheila I'm not doing this!"

After a short pause, "Wouldn't it be horrible if Fred found out about you and Phil?"

"You wouldn't dare!" the hot wife scolded, "Besides he wouldn't believe you anyway."

"I'll have Phil confess to him. If I just let him fuck my ass or cum in my mouth; he'll do whatever I want," Sheila confidently stated into the phone.

The hot wife paused and she pondered her situation," Well I need a job."

"What are you saying Katie?"

"I help you; you help me. You get me a decent paying job at the hospital. Not some crappy secretary job."

Katie heard Sheila sigh, "Okay, but I can't make any promises. I will go down to human resources and I'll see what I can do for you."

"Okay, and I'll let you know," retorted Katie.

Sheila was overjoyed, "Thank you thank you thank you! He should be leaving in a half hour for his therapy appointment. Call me when you get home."

Katie shook her head in disbelief that she would agree to something like this. But if she could get a job out of doing this then it may be worth it. Maybe Sheila could use whatever information she could find to stop Phil from blackmailing them. She threw her new toy into the dresser drawer as she quickly got dressed.

The hot wife paced in front of the window as she watched as Norman William's Lexus SUV pulled into Phil's driveway. She knew it wouldn't be long. Mrs. Jackson went into the den and grabbed a flash drive from her computer and within 20 minutes, just as Sheila said, Phil and Norman backed out into the snow covered street and drove away.

The hot wife was quickly out the door leaving her footprints in the snow. She ran up the front steps and knocked on the front door to be sure nobody was home. She glanced down the street as she tried the door handle but it was locked. She ran around to the backdoor and it was locked as well, "Shit!" Katie exclaimed.

Snow coated her hair as the intensity of the storm increased. She peeked in the window next to the backdoor and the latch appeared to be open. She pressed the window trying in vain to lift it. Suddenly the glass shattered and fell onto the ground, "Fuck!" escaped Katie's lips.

She glanced around, and not seeing anyone, she reached in and unlocked the back door. She opened it and darted inside. She spied a pile of bills on the kitchen table. She looked through them but nothing jumped out at her as being odd. The hot wife quickly moved from room to room looking for anything that could show if Phil was involved getting improper benefits from the state.

She bolted upstairs and into his den. The same room where she was fucked by Phil and sucked Norman's cock.

She flipped through paperwork next to his computer and discovered pages of pages that were sent to the state that were signed Maureen Dorman. It became fairly obvious that Phil was making it look as though Maureen was still alive and collecting her benefits. She had seen similar documents while working for Bank of the West during her training films.

Katie quickly scanned the documents into the computer. As the computer hummed along she looked around the room; the same room where she was nailed from behind by Phil while she devoured his lawyers cock. The hot wife inserted her flash drive into the computer and began saving the documents she had scanned in.

The hot wife looked in folders on the computers desktop and located more evidence including conversations he had saved with representatives with the Department of Revenue. It was obvious he wanted to keep his stories straight with the different agencies. She directed them to her flash drive as well.

As it was saving the information she clicked on other folders. Phil had thousands of adult movies and pictures. He had subfolders that were labeled 'anal', 'facials', 'double penetration', and even 'triple penetration'. More and more subfolders of porn Phil had broken down to categories. The hot wife opened each one and her stomach turned at the site of beautiful women getting filled by large cocks. She began to transfer moves and pictures onto her flash drive as well. Another subfolder was labeled 'Katie'. Her heart sank as she opened it. It was photos of her outside with her family, working in the yard, and even naked pictures taken from Phil's window using his camera into her own bedroom. The wife felt violated but knew better then to delete them.

The horny wife came upon a file labeled 'Sheila'. Katie gasped as she found videos and pictures of the old man fucking the buxom manager. It looked like a web cam, and judging by Sheila's face, done without her knowledge. She examined each picture intently saving files every so often.

The sound of the front door opened echoed in the house. She froze in fear as she quickly piled the documents on the table where she found them, as the door then shut. Voices could be heard downstairs and she walked half ways down the stairs leaving the flash drive in the computer. She glanced back towards the computer screen and information was still being saved onto the drive.

She heard Phil's voice echo from down below, "It'll be hard for Mike to get here if it keeps snowing like this,"

Norman's voice trailed, "What time are is he coming over?"

"6:30 or 7:00," Phil's husky voice echoed through the house.

The old lawyer friend asked, "What time is the entertainment arriving?"

Phil chuckled, "Nine o'clock but I'll be she'll have to cancel because.. What the fuck??!" hollered Phil.

The hot wife cringed as she knew Phil just discovered the broken window. She looked around frantically for an exit but she knew there was only one way out and both men were at the bottom of the steps.

"I bet it was those damn kids screwing around by my house," Phil yelled as he opened the back door.

Silence fell into the house as she heard Norman whisper, "The floor's wet."

Katie took a deep breath as she tiptoed further down the stairs. She came around the corner as she saw Phil and Norman as they both inspected the broken window. The melted snow puddles on the floor lead right to the steps to go upstairs. Mrs. Jackson knew it wouldn't be long before they found her. She took a deep breath as she walked around the corner, "I'm sorry about your window."

Both men jumped at Katie's voice, "What the hell are you doing here?" Phil grimaced.

"I'm sorry!" the hot wife replied as she retreated to the front door.

Phil grabbed the phone from the counter and handed it to Norman as he walked closer to his lovely neighbor, "Call the police Norman! Tell them we've caught a thieving little bitch!"

"Wait!" Katie shrieked as she turned around, "I didn't take anything! It's not like that!"

"What the hell are you doing here? What did you take?" as Phil grabbed her arm, "Why the hell did you break my window?"

"It's not like that!" Katie pulled away not knowing what else to do or say.

"Why the hell would you break out my window?" Phil yelled as snow was coming in through the broken glass as he grabbed a hold of the biceps of her arm.

Katie thought for a moment as both men stared at her. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. She couldn't believe Sheila had talked her into this. Her mind was blank.

"Let's just call the police Phil and let them handle this," Norman replied.

"Please don't call them," Katie pleaded.

Phil's face reddened, "I can't believe you robbed me! What the hell did you take?"

Phil began to pad her pockets with his plump hands. He reached into her pocket and pulled a couple of twenty dollar bills from her purchase at the adult bookstore. He held the cash up in the air, "Didn't take anything? You fucking little thief!" as coins from her pocket rolled onto the floor.

Katie tried to take it from him, "That's mine! I went shopping earlier!"

He laughed as he mocked his neighbor, "Sure it is..." as Phil also grabbed her cell phone from the same pocket.

Norman quickly dialed 911, "Yes we need to report a burglary," he spoke into the phone and walked out of the room. Phil's face was red from anger as he stared at the hot wife.