This is what Dana wanted. A man who didn’t know her husband, who couldn’t respect him, who would never fear him.
As her body was pushed against the door and his hands started tearing her clothes from her body, she struggled to find her key and place it in the lock. It wasn’t as though she was being cautious, with her bra enclosed breasts visible to anyone in their upscale suburban neighborhood. She hadn’t even bothered to see if anyone was milling about.
They weren’t even a few feet into the house when she dropped to her knees, unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jeans. The door had barely latched before she had his cock in her hand and then, quickly, in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled her into his crotch, desperately trying to fuck her face. It wasn’t slow and gentle, but it wasn’t brutal either. She was just a convenient hole.
This is what she needed. What she wanted.
Dana wasn’t surprised when Jake’s come splashed into the back of her throat. Frankly, she expected it. She smiled wickedly as she realized that she had overwhelmed him so easily.
“I’ll fuck you like you’ve never had it before.”
“We’ll see.”
She laughed to herself as she recalled their brief conversation on the ride to her house.
As Jake leaned against the entry wall, trying to catch his breath, Dana made her final choice. She stood and turned away from her boy toy, unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it gracefully as it fell past her hips to the floor. Her heels clicked a few steps farther before she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She shrugged the lace from her shoulders then dangled the garment in her fingers, holding it shoulder high. The momentum from the sway in her hips during her next few steps pushed the strap towards the end of her finger. She stopped briefly as she let it fall to the floor, turning her head to give Jake a devilish grin.
Jake was at a loss for words. He felt stuck against the wall, paralyzed momentarily, as he watched the woman, dressed now in only panties and heels, stroll casually towards the hallway. Jake had never had such an easy pick up. Less than a week earlier, a slightly tipsy Dana Watson, had basically propositioned him. It had been a little shocking because it was hard to miss the giant rock on her finger.
“I think I’d enjoy fucking you.”
“Well, who am I to argue. But, your husband might not like that idea.”
“Fuck him.”
“Exactly.”
It was hard to tell if she was joking when she said she was calling her husband for a ride home. But the guy actually showed. Jake hadn’t even waited twenty four hours before he’d made the call. And now he could only hold his breath as he watched Dana stop, bend at the waist with her legs straight, and roll her panties down her hips, revealing the most perfect ass he had ever seen. The fact that she was older didn’t mean much. The bitch was hot.
Jake didn’t pay much attention to the room’s decor. Someone could have been holding a gun at his back in the corner of the room and he wouldn’t have noticed. His focus was on Dana Watson on her knees, ass in the air, shoulders on the twin bed.
Jake didn’t bother with any preliminaries as he pushed his cock into the furnace of Dana’s cunt.
Dana sighed, at least his recovery time was good, though his technique didn’t quite match his enthusiasm. She pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts.
“Come on big boy, fuck me. Harder. Fuck me, harder!”
She heard the grunts and felt the urgency, and she reached between her legs to rub her clit in a desperate attempt to bring herself to climax. When Jake forced himself forward onto her back, she knew it was too late. She rolled her eyes and sighed, and when she refocused her eyes she was staring at the comforter beneath her. She reached forward and traced the colorful flower applique with her finger.
Emily loved flowers. All kinds, really. Tulips, roses, daisies. Dana started to laugh as she recalled how Emily even argued to save the dandelions in the yard.
“They’re beautiful, mama. Tiny, little sunflowers. We can’t kill them. We just CAN’T!”
She remembered Kyle holding in his laughter as Emily, all of four years old, tattled on her mother.
“Daddy! Daddy! Mama needs a spanking! She killed all the d’lions and the flowers, too! All of them, daddy! With a sprayer, Psssshhhhh!! And it smelled really bad!!”
Kyle had knelt to give Emily a hug as he looked up at Dana. The fire in his eyes caused Dana’s knees to buckle as he whispered.
“We’ll talk about your spanking later…. Mommy.”
“Fuck. That was awesome!”
Jake’s voice grated Dana away from her wonderful memory. And now everything that she knew she wanted was wrong.
“Get up. We have to go. Now!”
***
Kyle wasn’t all that worried. It wasn’t like Dana to miss her regular appointment with Dr. Harris, but when he’d called her office the receptionist said she had gone home. Apparently, she wasn’t feeling well. Kyle was wondering if she had another hangover.
Still, Kyle was irritated that the garage door was open, but at least he knew that Dana had been home, since he knew it was closed when he left for the office that morning. That the front door was unlocked also got on his nerves. What the hell was Dana thinking and where was she now? It wasn’t that they lived in a crime ridden neighborhood or anything, but was it too much to ask that we close and lock the doors.
He was halfway down the hallway, reaching up to loosen his tie when he noticed the door at the end of the hallway was open. He could see the light from the noon day sun brightly framing the door. And that’s when he remembered he had seen something on the floor.
He retraced his steps back to the hallway entrance and looked down at the piece of fabric he had stepped over the first time by. That’s when he started to worry.