Jack didn't say a word as they cruised slowly toward her house. In a way, Diane was disappointed. She was hoping now that he would make a pass at her. Of course she'd refuse. She wasn't the kind of woman who spread her legs whenever a man whistled. But it would be nice if he'd just…
"Mr. Moore! What are you doing?" Diane cried out as she felt his hand suddenly slide onto her knee.
"Come on, Diane. I know your type. I know what you want," he said in a husky voice, sliding his hand slowly up her thigh as he kept his eyes on the road and his other hand tightly clamped on the steering wheel.
"My type! Ohhhh, let me out here!" Diane cried out indignantly as she slapped his hand away and opened the car door.
"Hey, are you crazy? Stop that!" Jack called out, taking his left hand off the wheel and reaching out toward her. The car swerved crazily on the street as he struggled with Diane.
"Let me go! Let me go, and get your damned hands on the wheel!" the blonde cried out as she pulled herself back in the car. The idea to jump out was impulsive, and now Diane realized it was a little crazy too. The car was going thirty miles per hour, and she was thinking of leaping to the sidewalk?
"Look out!" Jack shouted as he pulled her back in and took control of the car again. Diane jerked her head forward just as she slammed the passenger door shut again and saw that they were headed for a large willow tree standing in the middle of a lawn.
"Aiyeee!" the blonde screamed, covering her face with both hands as she pushed down with her feet and braced for the crash. Diane felt the brakes clamp shut and heard the squealing tires. Then there was a more powerful lunge forward followed by a crunching sound as Jack's Monte Carlo slammed into the tree.
"Are you all right?" Jack asked after several quiet seconds went by.
"I-I think so," Diane stammered, reaching up and rubbing her forehead. She was a little dazed from all the excitement. But the blonde had managed to keep from slamming against the windshield. "Ohhh, great!" Diane groaned as she focused her eyes and looked at the tree. It was her neighbor's!
"Something wrong?" Jack asked softly.
"You just plowed into my neighbor's front door," Diane said sarcastically as she threw open the door and jumped out. The blonde ran around to the front of the car and examined the damage. Jack's right front headlight was shattered and a chunk of the side of the tree was missing. "That old bitch next door thinks more of this tree than she does her kids," Diane muttered as she looked nervously around to see if anyone was looking. It was late, and miraculously no one was peeking out of their windows or standing on their porches.
"I'll have to call my insurance tomorrow," Jack said, standing next to Diane and looking at the broken glass in the headlight compartment. "By the way, I'm sorry about that pass. Guess I thought you were an easy mark," Jack said apologetically.
The old humble I'm sorry routine. I won't fall for it. I won't! She thought.
"That's all right. You want to come in for some coffee?" Diane heard herself asking as she brushed back her hair. She saw Jack's sullen face slowly break into a smile as he nodded, then ran back to the car to pull it off the lawn. Why did I give in? Why? Diane asked herself as she walked up to her front door.
CHAPTER TWO
"Your husband's a lucky man," Jack said, closing the front door quietly behind him as Diane walked to the kitchen doorway and flicked on the light.
"Yes," she said dully, walking slowly into the kitchen and trying to think the situation out. There was Jack Moore standing in the middle of her living room. She could tell just from the way he talked that he was planning to make his "move" soon. Should she give in? God knows it had been weeks since Matt had fucked her. She'd been straight with him all this time and for what? A couple of fuck sessions in bed a month that left her bruised and totally unsatisfied? Diane moved to the stove and pulled off the teakettle, filling it with water and putting it back on the lit burner as she listened to Jack walking around in her living room. Every square inch of her skin seemed to sputter with sexual electricity. Her knees wobbled as she walked back into the living room. Should she take the chance of cheating on her husband in his own house? This could be one of the nights he came back early. What would happen if he caught her?
"Your husband in town?" Jack asked, licking his thick lower lip sensuously.
"Yes. In fact, he should be home any minute now," Diane said defensively. Why did I say that? Diane asked herself bitterly at the same time. The blonde was torn between two desires right now, and didn't know which one to follow.
"Oh," Jack said, a little disappointed, shifting his feet uneasily as a painful silence followed Diane's last comment.
"I've got some water heating on the stove. We'll have coffee in a second," the blonde blurted out finally, desperately thinking of something to say. She wanted to keep Jack in the house as badly as she wanted him to leave.
Jack stood motionless for what seemed like hours, staring into her eyes as the sound of the heating water filled the living room. Finally he started to move, steadily and slowly toward her.
"No, don't. I'm married," Diane protested as she felt his right hand slip around her narrow waist and draw her tightly to his powerful chest. She could feel his muscles rippling through his shirt as he bent his head down and moved his face toward hers.
Diane struggled weakly in his arms as Jack pressed his lips against her mouth, digging his fat, hot wet tongue into her oral cavity. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Diane felt Jack's hands sliding down until his fingers were pressing into her plump ass cheeks. She felt her pussy lips being pulled apart. He had his hands under her butt cheeks now, working his fingers across those mounds. Every time he squeezed, the hot crack drooling cunt juice pulled open.
Diane moaned hungrily into Jack's sucking mouth every time she felt her hot cuntal lips unsticking. Slowly, Diane's skirt hiked higher and higher until she could feel the cool air of the room blowing against her uncovered ass. Jack slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and dug his fingertips into her bare flesh.
Diane moaned low and deep as sweet, steamy juice seeped out of her pussy and soaked the crotch panel of her briefs. Their hot mouths sucked and gurgled together as Jack rubbed his bulging crotch against hers. Diane fought the desire to reach down and run her fingers over the big man's fly. She knew what she'd feel down there. But the blonde still wasn't sure if she should give in or not. Even now she could back away and keep her respectability.
"The teakettle!" Diane gasped, pulling herself away from Jack's lips and struggling in his arms to getaway.
"Fuck the tea kettle. I want you," the big man said gruffly as his eyes bored down into her. Diane felt herself melting into a molten pile of sex-flesh as Jack pushed his fingers further under her butt. Her skin crawled with excitement as she felt him kneading and teasing the sensitive flesh that ran between her asshole and cunt.
"Please," Diane insisted, finally freeing herself and running shakily into the kitchen. The whistling kettle was deafening as she turned off the flame and steadied herself against the stove. The blonde felt powerful throbbing sensations racking her wet pussy. Diane couldn't say no now. Her body was on fire. Her mind buzzed with lust and booze, while her cunt spasmed and sucked in air.
"Diane," Jack whispered hoarsely from the doorway to the living room. That sounded like the mating call of a moose in rut to her. The blonde clenched her slender fingers together into two tight fists, then threw back her head and laughed loudly. If Matt could cheat on her, why shouldn't she be able to do the same? He'd abused her enough. It was time that she had a little satisfaction for herself.