Joanne rolled lazily over on her back and stretched, knocking the silk sheets off her tits. She blinked, enjoying the warm rays of the sun streaming in through the side windows of the bedroom, warming her tittie flesh. Throwing back the pink sheets, she climbed out of the bed, remembering yesterday and the exquisite pleasure she had enjoyed with Grant and his perpetual hard-on. She shivered, the memory of the detective and her despicable husband still fresh in her mind.
She padded barefoot to the front window, moved the drapes aside, and peered out. She spotted him down the opposite end of the street this time. She grinned, wondering who he fucked last night. Any man who had watched the things she had done to Grant's cock would have had a sleepless night without a pussy to quiet his passion.
"Who did you fuck?" she said aloud, enjoying her one-way conversation, her interest slightly more than casual. "Was she good?"
She blew the detective a kiss and giggled. As she went into the bathroom and ran the shower, her only thought was, who will I fuck today? She stepped inside the shower stall, letting the warm water rinse away the last traces of sleep.
Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed, dried, and ready to go. Still naked, she stood by the window to see if her newly acquired shadow was still parked. He was, only now his car was almost directly across the street. She could see him peering up at her window and she decided to give him a show.
Pulling back the drapes of the front window overlooking the street, she stood, for a full minute, allowing the detective an unabashed view of her naked body. "Enjoy it," she said, then stepped away, not wanting to turn on the entire neighborhood.
She pulled on a pair of short purple jogging trunks made out of soft terry. They fit snug, her ass cheeks peeking deliciously out and the crotch tight against her pussy lips, the indentation between her lips a hot welcome sight at the end of her long legs.
She pulled a matching terry top over her head, the material clinging to her overripe tits. She nodded to herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Her green eyes danced and her make-up was done just right, highlighting all of her sensuous features. It was going to be a hot day and she was prepared for it!
After coffee and toast, Joanne walked outside into the warm morning air and climbed into her car. "Let's see what we can do for you today, Mr. Detective." She slammed the door and started the motor, anxious to begin a new day of adventure and adultery.
Toying with the detective, she burned rubber backing out of the driveway as if she were going to pull away in a blur. Instead, she laughed and eased it into drive and coasted past the detective's car while looking in. She got a good look before he turn his head. "Maybe I'll fuck you," she mouthed, giving the car some gas as she reached the corner and turned. "Then, what will you tell my husband?" she laughed and headed down the empty street, wondering where she would find her mystery cock for the day.
She looked at the gauge, seeing the gas tank was almost empty. Up ahead was the service station that she and Brad always used. A smile brightened her face. Earl, the mechanic, is always giving me the eye. Why not?
Tingling with excitement, remembering Earl's rugged appearance, Joanne gunned the motor, speeding, then hitting the brake, she screeched into the empty garage, her tires squealing in protest. She skidded to a stop, climbed out of her car, and looked around. "Anybody here?" she called.
She walked to the opened garage door and peered outside, making sure the detective didn't miss her and to see if Earl was around or anyone else for that matter. She saw the now-familiar car of the detective across the wide street, the private eye waiting, his motor running. It warmed her heart to know she was going to have an audience again, an audience she enjoyed playing to. She turned, just as Earl came up behind her. "Ooooh, you startled me."
"Sorry, Mrs. Benson," Earl said, ogling the beautiful housewife. "What can I do for you today?" He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't want any flak from his boss about playing around with the customers.
"Some gas, Earl," she sighed, seeing the strong rugged mechanic in a new and different light. "Would you check the oil too." She batted her eyes at the handsome mechanic, her hips jutting out, her hand resting on it. "Do you want me to pull it outside to the pump?"
"Na. I'll use the one in here." He leered at her sexy outfit, wishing he could get her back to his small room and on his bed.
"I appreciate that, Earl," she mewled, using his name like it was breakable china. "You're always so nice to me."
"It's easy being nice to you," he said. He hopped in her car and expertly eased it next to the pump inside the garage, then climbed out.
Slowly, Joanne moved away from the garage door, wondering how the detective was going to get this all on his damn camera. She smiled wickedly. "He'll earn his money today," she muttered, walking over to Earl as he held the nozzle in the opening of her gas tank.
"Did you say something to me?" Earl asked, drooling as he stared at her crotch, the material only covering her pussy, not hiding any of its gorgeous features.
"No, Earl. Just talking to myself." She smiled and glanced at Earl's crotch, seeing the familiar bulge.
She leaned against the front fender, her palms on the hood, her well proportioned tits jutting out invitingly. "You the only one here this morning, Earl?" she asked, scanning the place to see where they could fool around so the detective could watch.
"For now," Earl said, pulling the nozzle out of the tank. "Hank's out picking up a car at a customer's house." He hooked the gas nozzle back in place and reached in and pulled the lever underneath the dashboard, releasing the hood lock.
Joanne watched his every move. He was strong, sure of himself, the sight of his bare muscular arms sending goose bumps down her spine. She leered at him, knowing she was in the way and he couldn't get the hood up until she moved.
"Excuse me," Earl said, her perfume filling his mind with fantasies and desires. "I gotta get under the hood."
Joanne shivered with their closeness. She looked directly into his eyes. They were blue and she saw what he wanted in them. It thrilled her. She moved, allowing her tit to brush against his arm. "Can I watch?"
"Sure," he said, lifting the hood and pulling the dip stick from the motor.
Teasing the mechanic, she leaned against him, pretending it was the only way she could see what was going on. "Interesting."
Earl felt her hot sensuous body up against his. His cock ached as he wiped the dip stick and put it back inside the motor.
"How did you find the hole?" she purred as he pulled it out again and checked it.
"Practice," Earl said, his voice becoming strained. "Your oil is fine." I-I put it back, fully aware of her body pressing against him.
"I'll bet you get a lot of practice finding the hole in the dark," she teased, stepping back a few inches and allowing him to close the hood to her car.
He turned, the sound of the hood dropping into place echoing in the garage. "I get my share," he said, seeing her game and deciding to play along. Mrs. Benson was beautiful and maybe… just maybe… he might get a chance to fuck her, although the idea was only a remote inkling in his mind. Besides, it was a quiet morning and a little sexy talk with one of the customers was a good way to pass the time. He could always take out his frustrations on his girl tonight, if he got too horny from this luscious housewife.
"I'll bet you do get your share," she mewled. "Do you have a soda machine around?" She kept her voice sultry, full of passion and a hint of what might be.
"What kind ya want?" Earl asked. "I'll get it for you."
"Coke will be fine." She walked with him to the back of the garage. It was cooler back here and dimmer. She felt turned on.
Earl handed her the cold sweaty bottle. "My treat."
"Why thank you, kind sir," she purred, faking a southern accent. "I've never been back here. Would you like to show me around?"
"I'd like nothing better," Earl said, the idea of fucking this ravishing housewife growing stronger in his mind.
"This is, I guess you could call it, my room," Earl said as he ended the small tour. He opened a door to a small room with a table, chair, and an unmade bed in it. "I sack out here sometimes."
"I'll bet you do more than that in here," Joanne sighed, stepping into the room. She spotted a window and smiled, knowing that the detective would have his view. "I'll bet that bed could tell some fascinating stories."
Earl grinned rakishly and automatically closed the door behind them. "A few maybe," he said, not wanting to sound like a braggart, but also not wanting her to think he didn't get laid at all. There were many a night he sacked out here with a broad, fucking until dawn then getting up for work.
Joanne sat on the chair, moving it so she could see out the window without appearing to. She didn't want to get into any of the heavy stuff before the detective was in place. There was no sense wasting a good fuck and suck session.
Earl sat on the bed, openly admiring her long slender legs. He was going to make a pass, but didn't want her running off mad, screaming to his boss.
"What are you thinking, Earl?" she asked, knowing full well the hot thoughts racing through his mind. She could feel his eyes burning through the material of her top.
"You might not like what I'm thinking," Earl warned.
"Oh, I don't know," she smiled, taking a deep breath. "I might find it very interesting."
"I was thinking about you."
"And?"
What the hell, he thought before he spoke. "How you'd look without that sexy outfit on."
"You're making me blush," Joanne cooed, enjoying their sexy conversation. "You shouldn't be thinking things like that." She kept her hot smile on her face, letting him know she wasn't mad. "I'm married."
"It's kinda hard not to, seeing the way you walk and the way you look," he said, his mouth getting parched.
"I thank you for the compliment." She stared him right in the eyes. "Do you have a girl friend?"
"Yeah," he said aloud, knowing that tonight he was going to fuck the hell out of her and pretend she was Mrs. Joanne Benson.
She held his eyes, her nipples swelling. "You ever fuck her on that bed you're sitting on?"
He was startled by her, brash manner, but hid it. He didn't want her to know he could be shocked by anything a woman said. "Yeah." He swallowed, thinking about how nice it would be to fuck her.
"Is your girl friend, a good fuck, Earl?" Joanne said hotly, the conversation turning her into a boiling mass of nerves. She loved talking this way, using the language of the street.
"As good as any." He held her hot sparkling eyes with his own. "How about you? Your husband think you're a good fuck?"
"What do you think, Earl?" she asked, her voice caressing him as she leaned back in the chair, her tits heaving under her tight skimpy top.
"I think… you'd be about the best piece of ass around." He saw her cheeks flush red.
"My husband thinks so," she said. "Have you ever fucked any of your customers?"
"One or two," Earl said, remembering the times.
"Did you fuck them in here?" She was really getting off and her pussy felt as if it were on fire and would burn a hole in her crotch any second.
"Right here," he said, patting the mattress. "They keep coming back for more too," he added, figuring a little bragging now might be just the thing to get this hot bitch into his bed.
Joanne's breathing was coming in shallow gasps. She lowered her eyes to his crotch, then back up to his handsome face. "Do you have a nice cock?" she asked brazenly, attempting to shock him out of his smugness.
"I've never had any complaints. You got a nice pussy?" he asked, giving her a dose of her medicine.
"No complaints," she answered, liking him more because of his obvious confidence in his masculinity. "Although, I don't think I'm as experienced as you." She caught a glimpse of some movement outside the window and hoped it was the detective getting into position.
"You look like you'd be a fantastic fuck, Mrs. Benson," Earl said, his throat dry.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, Earl," she answered, wanting to see and touch this handsome mechanic's prick. "Would you take your dick out and give me a look?"
Earl leaned back on the bed, willing to go as far as Joanne wanted, his passion for the woman increasing. With his eyes fixed on hers, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out into the open, holding the long enormous prick in his fist.
"Oaaah, Earl. It's a magnificent prick," she cooed, devouring his beautiful thick cock with her eyes. "Jesus Christ!"
"How about letting me see some of you?"
"What about the garage? Aren't you afraid of someone robbing you?" she teased. "What if someone wants gas?"
"Hell with him," he said, his cock throbbing in his grasp. "I'd rather be back here with you. Now, how about letting me see a little of your body?"
"Do you think you can handle it?" she purred.
"I can handle anything you can dish out."
"I'll bet you can." She licked her lips and with as much eroticism as possible, she lifted her top, revealing her large opulent tits. She flipped it off and laid it on the table. "Like them?"
His eyes scrutinized her, drinking in her lush milky white tits. "They're gorgeous!" His voice sounded rough, scratchy like sandpaper. "Fantastic tits."
"As nice or as big as your girl friend's?" she asked, hefting them in her sweaty hands.
"Yours are bigger and prettier."
She squeezed them in her hands, gloating over his towering cock as he held it. "You like sucking tits?" she moaned, her body in a hot turmoil.
He licked his lips. "Bring them over, Mrs. Benson."
Joanne stood up, modeling in her tight-fitting shorts and flashing her tits. She ran her hands up through her long red hair, her mouth open. "I like sucking cock, Earl."
He gulped, his mind swimming in lust for this fantastically sensual housewife who seemed to want nothing more than to be fucked. "You can suck me anytime."
She stood between his legs, pushing him down on the bed, fixing the positions so the detective could get some very hot and candid shots. She leaned over him, her huge globes of flesh hanging in his face. "Suck them, Earl. Suck out all the milk." She propped her arms out, balancing herself over Earl's ruggedly handsome face.
Earl stared up into her face, seeing the excitement dancing in her green eyes. He grabbed her tits, squeezing and massaging the warm pliant flesh. He pinched the nipples, his fingers digging into the softness, leaving the white flesh red from his rough work hands.
"Ohhhhh, Earl," she moaned, her pussy contracting on a wet empty canal. "Suck my titties. Suck them!"
Earl lifted his head, taking one of the delicious pink cherry nipples into her eager mouth. He sucked avidly. She moaned in return. His teeth chewed on the rubbery tips while he kneaded her jiggling tittie meat. He worked his mouth all over each tit, sucking, licking, and biting the hot little flesh she was offering him. He slobbered, then dropped his head back on the pillow.
"Christ, you taste good," he groaned.
"I'll bet you taste good too," she panted, standing up again, striking an erotic pose, her thoughts now on the detective who was probably peering in the window. "Take off your pants and I'll suck that hunk of cockmeat."
Earl needed no second invitation. He quickly pulled off his shorts and work pants. He rubbed his boner and ogled the delectable Mrs. Benson. "You are certainly a hot bitch."
"Yes," she purred. "Hot for cock." She leered down at his prick and dropped to the floor, gazing at his meaty dick as if it were a thing of worship. She placed both hands on it and felt the power flowing through his shaft. "I'll bet your girl friend loves your cock."
"She does," Earl said, her hands on his prick making his mind whirl. "She'd fight an army to get to my dick."
"I can see why." She climbed on the bed between his legs, rubbing her tits against the tip of his prick.
"Suck it!" he moaned, the spit on her tits getting his cock wet. "Suck it!" He squirmed, wanting it in her lush open mouth.
"I will," she said. She lowered her head and kissed the red tip. "Mmmmmmmm." She encircled the glistening head with her wet mouth and sucked, making Earl moan as he arched up, driving his prick into her beautiful face.
She slid her mouth off, glancing quickly at the window and seeing the detective pull back. She smiled impishly. Licking her lips, she ran her tongue along the length of Earl's cock until it was spit soaked. She lapped on his balls, her hands stroking and manipulating his prick shaft. She slapped his balls with her tongue, then nibbled on the sensitive meat of his thighs and crotch.
"Uhhhnnnn," her moaned, rocking his hips as Joanne made his hard body feel like putty and his prick like steel beneath her mouth. "Unnnn!" He grabbed her hair, trying to push her mouth onto his prick, needing a hole to bury his aching dick.
Joanne tossed her head back and laughed. "Don't be impatient, Earl." Her tits were heaving and her green eyes were glimmering. "Let me enjoy your cock for awhile."
"Whatever you want, baby," he groaned as her hand clamped tightly around it in a hot viselike grip. "Whatever you want!"
"I'm glad you see it my way," she moaned, lowering her head again to his wet veiny cock. She chewed with abandonment on the tender underside of his prick, making him twitch and jerk above her. Her tongue flashed like lightning all over every inch of his shaft until Earl was a mass of jangled nerves looking for a place to explode.
She came off his dick and stood up on wobbly legs. "Now we're going to fuck, Earl," she said, turning herself on as well. "Earl, honey, I'm going to ride you." She winked and pulled down her shorts, baring her pussy to his lustful stare. "Like?"
He nodded, watching her step out of her shorts, his eyes poring over her naked body. His prick felt as if it were going to burst and he rubbed it, taking away some of the passion/pain she brought to his cock with her blow job.
"Don't you touch it," Joanne pouted. "It's my job." She ran her fingers through her cunt, greasing them with the filmy cream oozing from her hole. "Aaaaaaaaah!" The action brought a hot sensuous moan from deep within her throat. She watched him as she sucked the juice off her fingers. "I taste as good as you do." Her eyes danced wickedly. "Maybe I ought to have you suck me first."
"Later," he groaned. "Later!"
She smiled, knowing the horny mechanic with the steel cock didn't intend to suck her. It didn't matter. She stored the thought in her mind for later, knowing she needed someone she could control like a puppet, a puppet whose strings she could pull at will and make them do her bidding.
"It's not important," she crooned, climbing back on the bed. "I'd rather fuck. My pussy is destroying me. If I don't get your cock soon, I'll die."
"Stop your God damn talking and fuck!" he snarled.
She straddled Earl's cock, placing her hot dripping snatch on him while greasing the shaft with her velvety pussy lips, his cock flat against his groin. "It looks as if I have a cock," she giggled hotly, seeing his prickhead poking out from between her legs.
Earl growled, grabbing her hips, trying to get his prick inside her pussy as he angled his hips. It was useless. She was using all of her strength to keep his prick pinned against his groin.
She jabbed her hips back and forth, scratching his prick with her nails as it reappeared between her legs. She lifted her ass, his prick springing up, hitting her pussy. She reached under and grasped the sticky shaft, putting the head between her cuntlips.
Earl groaned, arched up to ram his hulking meat deep in her snatch, but she lifted higher, denying him the hot wet delights of her cunt. "Christ!" He grabbed her body. "Fuck me!"
"Yes, Earl," she moaned, her voice syrupy around his shaft, holding his dick prisoner within her body. "Aaaaahhh! Ohhhhh!" His throbbing cock inside her pussy was driving her wild and she had to use all of her will power to keep from fucking him to death.
"Agggghhh!" Earl groaned, the heat from her pussy igniting the already flaming furnace in his loins. "Aggghhhh!" He drove his cock at her, grinding his hips in a half circle, screwing the tip of his dick into the spongy walls of her snatch. "You're soooo fucking tight! So fucking tight!"
"Yessss, Earl," she groaned, taking his cock and milking the shaft. "Tight like a sweet baby virgin!" She rotated her hips, humping back and forth slowly, driving them both insane.
With her back to the window, Joanne posed, giving the detective an opportunity for erotic shots of her pussy, ass, and Earl's buried cock.
"Let's go slow," she sighed, leaning forward, her tits dangling in his face. "Nice and easy."
"Anything you want," he groaned, pulling on her tittie flesh with his rough callused hands.
Joanne lifted her pussy off Earl's cock. An image of what it looked like from behind her shiver. She leaned over, crushing Earl with her tits and spread her ass cheeks with her hands, giving the detective the best shots possible for her husband.
She slammed back down, ready for Earl. "We're going to fuck now." She rocked on his cock, slobber drooling from her mouth as she allowed her mind to become absorbed in the passion of her body. She sucked in her breath, her tits jiggling, her body tingling.
For a moment, she closed her eyes, wallowing in the exquisite depravity of Earl's dick throbbing inside her tight pulsating pussy. "Ohhhhh, Earl! Ohhhhh!" She began to fuck him, slamming her ass and pussy down on his hard loins, taking his cock deep with each downward plunge of her body.
"Uhhhhh!" Earl howled, pulling on her tits, kneading her hips, his hands all over her, touching, probing, never getting enough of her hot soft yielding body. He arched up, stabbing her boiling twat with his cock, matching her vigor with his own.
Racing toward the summit, Joanne threw back her head, her red hair lashing across her back, her eyes rolling in their sockets. She caught a glimpse of the detective in the window. It made her blood boil. She was seething in lust. She leaned back further, a precarious position on the narrow bed. The action caused Earl's cock to bend, the head of his dick jabbing into her pussy walls.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" she cried, humping like a maniac on his steely cock, her tits bouncing with each erotic gyration she made with her body. "Oh, my fucking Christ!" The torment of his dick against her pussy walls drove her to the brink of insanity. She sat up, her tits flopping, her face a deep red, like her hair. She fell forward, giving Earl the necessary room to pound her pussy and bring them both into heavenly bliss.
"Yeaaaaa, babeeeeee!" he groaned, grabbing her and holding her steady as he slammed his prick up into her tight pulsing pussy hole. "I'm… almost… there…" he moaned, between ragged breaths.
"Meeeee toooo!" she wailed, letting him take the rein. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Earl!" She swayed her hips in circular motions, adding to the pleasure of his drumming cock.
"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, his hands digging into her hips as he felt the cum fill his cock. "I'm… coming!" He jerked and bolted, his prickhead exploding in a torrential rain of jism. It spurted up into her hole like a geyser spitting its jets of water and steam.
"I'm coming!"
"Eeeeeeiiiaaaahhh!" She shrieked as the hot jism of his dick filled her belly and her orgasm erupted inside her, deep within her pussy, like an exploding volcano. "I… I… I'm coming!" She thrashed precariously on his cock, her body turning to lava as she became embroiled in her own orgasm. She bucked and rode him, her head snapping back, her eyes disappearing inside her head.
Earl drove his prick into her pussy with short powerful jabs, his cock spewing its load of thick cum with each stab. His legs stiffened, his back bowed, and his hips became pistons, driving his cock home with each hard lunging stab.
"More! More!" Joanne screamed as she weathered the storm of her orgasm, sitting astride the bucking bronco beneath her. She jerked and twisted about, her movement limited by Earl's grasping hands as they clutched her hips, holding her as he lunged up into her pussy.
Wave after wave of tremendous orgasms swept over Joanne's body, bombarding her with sublime sensations, a kaleidoscope of impressions that attacked her senses. They blended in a collage of joy that turned her into a glob of jello on his spurting cock.
Unable to keep herself up, she fell forward, whimpering and sobbing as her orgasm washed over her, leaving her tingling atop Earl's buried dick.
Earl lashed up at her pulsating pussy one last time, the last of his cum filling her wet pussy. He held her, catching his breath as his ass bumped uncontrollably against the bed. "Oh, baby," he groaned, his prick shrinking inside her milking cunt. "Unnnnn! Babe…"
Her body spent and her mind numb, Joanne rolled off his cock and stood up. "You sure know how to fuck, Earl," she panted, catching her own breath as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
"You're one of a kind," Earl moaned, sitting up. "One of a kind." Even with his passion spent, the sight of Joanne's lust figure made his loins tighten into a knot.
"As good as your girl friend?" she asked, needing to know. If she was going to flaunt her adulterous actions in front of her husband, she was going to have to be a helleva fuck to keep him from throwing her out of the house on her ass.
"The best I've ever had," he said. "The very best." He stood up and crushed her against him, kissing her hard on the mouth. His wet sticky cock rubbed into her belly.
She came out of his arms, breathless. She looked down at her sticky belly, seeing his red hand prints on her tits and some grease stains. "I better get home. My whole body aches."
Earl grinned, seeing his handiwork imprinted in her flesh. "I better get outside and check to see if the garage is still there." He laughed, leaving Joanne alone to dress.
Ten minutes later, Joanne stepped out of the small room and walked to her car. "I can't thank you enough, Earl. I had a marvelous time this morning." She climbed in her car. "Put the gas on my husband's bill." She winked and started the motor.
"Come back anytime, Mrs. Benson," Earl called back, watching her turn and drive out of sight.
Joanne glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing the car take up its position behind her. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Private Dick, because you're going to get yours real soon."
She gunned the motor, wanting to take him on a fast and furious ride before going home and washing the mushy cum from her pussy and planning her next adulterous act.
Laughing, the sound of the radio blasting in the closed air-conditioned car, Joanne sped down the road, heading for the open highway and a morning joy ride with Darin Jenkins, her husband's snooping detective, right behind her.