I was getting so frustrated. I was getting nowhere. She sat there, immobile, staring straight ahead. This didn’t make any sense. Why was she even there if she was that pissed at me? She didn’t have to show up today. Was I dense?
I reached out to her, grabbing her shoulder, turning her to face me. She tried to force my hands away, and twisted away from me, facing out the opposite window.
“Don’t you put your god-damn stinking hands on me, you pig.” She hissed.
Then I did something really stupid. I slid across the seat, my back against hers, and wrapped her tightly in my arms. She struggled against me immediately. My right arm was wrapped over her shoulder, and crossed her chest, grasping her left arm tightly. Her breasts were crushed against her chest, and her left nipple was burning a hole in my wrist. Her head was held tightly between my arm and my own head, and my mouth was next to her ear.
“Please. Help me set things right. What do I have to do?” My lips brushed her hair with each word, and she appeared to be finally settling down.
“Oh, fine. The big strong guy has me helpless now. I suppose you’re going to rape me now like you’ve been doing with those other sluts.” She managed to yank her left arm away, which left my hand grasping her breast, as I pinned her to my chest.
“Cathy. Please.” I still don’t know what possessed me. I pressed my lips to her neck, and kissed her there, tasting her anger. My right hand, seemingly of it’s own volition, cupped her breast, and pinched her already hard nipple.
She seemed to relax for a moment, her head leaning back on my shoulder, her breath still coming in gasps. Then she elbowed me hard with her left elbow, calling me a pig again, and then elbowed me yet again. I captured her arm with my left arm and did another even stupider thing. I pulled it behind her, placing her hand in the middle of her lower back. I then pulled her backwards, between my legs, trapping her arm between our bodies, and holding her tight against me by her breast, with my left hand gripping the waistband of her pants. I didn’t realize the error of my ways, until I felt her forearm pressed against my crotch. I was embarrassed to realize all this was getting me hard, and there was no chance of her missing that now.
“Cathy…” Again, almost of their own volition, my lips sought her neck.
“Great. I suppose you’re going to fuck me now, and that will make everything all wonderful again.” She had turned her head, towards me this time, and for the first time, some hint of something other than vitriol came through.
“Cathy. I would fuck friggin’ Janet Reno, if I thought you’d stop being angry with me.” I almost shouted, exasperated.
This finally elicited a bit of giggle out of her. Her hand between us slid and turned, and she grasped my cock, and gave it a hard squeeze.
“You, know, I believe you would.” And then it happened, a hint of a smile.
I was so relieved to think that maybe I was breaking through, I could feel the tears forming in my own eyes. I leaned into her, and place my lips on hers.
Her lips betrayed her. They were warm and inviting, and her tongue was generous in its attention, exploring my mouth, caressing my lips. I don’t know how long we kissed, but when we finally broke, her hand was methodically stroking my cock, and my hands were busy caressing her breast, and squeezing her pussy through her pants.
“So now what? Am I supposed to be just another fuck-toy in your life, Jack? Are you going to use this big cock to tame me? Hold me down and rape me, until I do whatever you ask? Now what, Jack?” Her tone was challenging, but her left hand kept stroking my cock, and her right hand was now over my left, pressing it firmly against her mound.
I pulled away from her, and positioned myself behind the wheel. I re-entered traffic, and started down the road.
“Now what the fuck are you doing?” she asked me, and I could feel the anger mounting once again.
“I’m taking you to my apartment.” I told her.
“Oh, and like I’m supposed to swoon, and throw myself at your feet?” She asked sarcastically.
“No. You shut the fuck up for the next two minutes. Then you walk with me up to my apartment, to save me the effort of carrying you. And then once and for all you and I settle this.”
“With your big cock I suppose.”
“Yep. That’s part of it.”
That finally shut her up.
It was only a couple of blocks away. I got out, and grasping her hand tightly, I pulled her across the front bench and out my side of the truck. She came along docilely enough. She walked up the steps just behind me, and I never let go of my tight grip on her hand. Her hand was hot and clammy.
I have no idea what had come over me. This was unlike anything I had ever done. But I was going to take my best friends wife, fuck her fast and hard, then take her back to the activities, among her friends and family, with my hot cum filling her pussy, and dripping down her leg. I was out of control.
As soon as we were in the door, I turned her to face me. Grasping her hair in my fist, I kissed her mouth hard. She grabbed my shirt and pulled at it, freeing it. Then I was pulling it over my head, and she was fighting with my belt to get into my pants. She was bent over at the waist, leaning over, and tugging at them. I stepped back, kicking off my shoes, and stepped out of my pants. I was not wearing underwear, and my fully hard cock sprung free.
Cathy dropped to her knees and looking up into my eyes, licked the length of my cock, before taking it into her mouth. She was a consummate cock-sucker, playing with my balls, stroking my cock, laving the head with her tongue, and taking me deep in her mouth. She seemed to anticipate my desires, knowing when to speed things up, when to tease, when to stroke me hard and fast. Her eyes would lock onto mine for long seconds, and then her attention would return to the simple feat of servicing my cock, with every bit of her essence dedicated to that effort.