Jennifer glanced back at me as we walked to my car. Those sexy blue eyes narrowed and looked at my shirt pocket. The insistent ringing of my cell phone was an unwelcome interruption. My wife's timing really sucked. "I have to get this.." I said as I unlocked the car.
"Hey you! I have a surprise for you!" said my wife as Jennifer and I got into my car. She let me know that her cousin Tiffany had dropped in from Atlanta and wanted to take us out for drinks. I told her I was in a meeting and promised to call her right back. Jennifer turned to me with a look of disgust. If looks could kill...
"You shouldn't be so darned rude to your wife!" she snapped. The anger made her blush. She ran her delicate hand through her long, beautiful red hair. "Give me back my underwear, you jerk" she demanded in that sweet southern drawl.
I dutifully handed back the soft, silk panties I had kept in my pocket since the weird incident in the conference room that morning. I was about to ask her where she lived but got distracted when she unzipped her fly. My jaw dropped as she unbuckled her belt and arched her back. In one swift motion, she slid out of her tight, stone washed jeans.
I felt my full seven inches straining to burst out of slacks. My view from the driver's seat was amazing. Her legs were beautiful. The milky white skin contrasted pleasantly with the dark red heart tattoo on her left thigh. Before I could look at more, she pulled on the cum stained panties, followed immediately by her jeans. Within ten seconds, her jeans were back on and her belt buckle locked. All of me wanted to pull that firm 20 year old body out of the passenger seat and on to my lap. But after our first strange encounter, I knew better.
"Where do you live?" I asked. My throat was dry from the excitement. I could swear that my dick was harder than a concrete block.
Imagine my surprise when she told me that she lived in Live Oak Apartments! That was literally across the street. My brief hesitation annoyed her and she impatiently said she could walk home if I didn't want to take her. I quickly started the car and proceeded towards the complex. She pulled out her phone and started texting.
"Come in if you want" she said as she got out. I found myself following her like a little puppy dog. For a split second, I felt disgusted with myself. Here I was, a 30 year old professional with a wife, acting like a pussy hungry teenager.
As she unlocked the front door I silently prayed that she would let me fuck her this time. I desperately wanted something to develop but had no idea what was in store.
As I walked into the living room, someone tackled me from the right. I'm in decent shape with my 165 lbs but I was no match for the slightly shorter, stocky young guy that took me down. Momentarily disoriented and on my back, I struggled to catch my breath. The bastard had knocked the wind out of me!
