I was spending my Sunday afternoon as usual, watching football, when the doorbell rang.
"I got it babe," my wife Trish called out from the kitchen.
I heard her open the door and greet someone but was too far away to hear the conversation.
"Babe, this is Melissa. She wants to take a look at the SUV," Trish said as she walked into the living room.
I paused the game and turned to introduce myself to the potential buyer and was shocked when I realized that Nikki was standing next to my wife, hand outstretched.
"H-Hi, I'm Chris," I managed to get out while shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you Chris," Nikki said with a sly smirk on her face. She was really enjoying making me sweat, I just hoped Trish didn't notice.
"Can you show her the truck? I was just about to jump in the shower," Trish said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading upstairs.
"Sure," I said, trying to keep my heart from beating out of my chest.
Trish quickly ascended the stairs and once out of sight I grabbed Nikki by the arm and dragged her into the garage, closing the door behind us.
"Are you fucking crazy?" I said, yelling and whispering at the same time.
I had met Nikki almost a year ago when I was out with some friends from work. She approached me while I was at the bar and bought me a drink. No woman had ever done that for me before and on top of that, she was absolutely gorgeous. Twenty-two years old, 5"3, Italian, green eyes, perky tits and long black hair that fell just above her tight ass. I was wearing my ring but that didn't stop her for a second. Our affair began that night.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" I asked.
"I missed you. I needed to see you," she said.
We had not been able to 'meet' for the past two weeks because Trish had made plans for the past two weekends, making it impossible for me to see Nikki. I looked into her bright green eyes and any anger I had towards her just disappeared.
"Wait here," I said, before walking back inside and grabbing the keys to the Tahoe. I walked upstairs and Trish was still in the shower.
I opened the door to our master bath, "Honey, Nikki wants to test drive the truck. I'll be back in a few."
"Who?" Trish asked.
Fuck! What did she say her name was?
"Melissa! She's waiting downstairs, we'll be right back."
I quickly went downstairs to find Nikki leaning with her back against the Tahoe. She had hiked up her skirt, moved her blue thong to the side and was fingering herself. Nikki had pulled her shirt and bra down on one side was was playing with her exposed nipple.
"Nikki! Jesus! Get in the truck!"
She didn't move, she just watched me in my panic. This was clearly a huge turn-on for her and would be added to an already long list: sucking dick, swallowing cum, dirty talk, watching porn, girls, sex in public places, cum anywhere on her body and now giving me a heart attack in my garage.
I had to basically force her into the truck before I could open the garage door and speed out of my subdivision.
Nikki turned in the passenger seat and climbed over the center console. Her skirt was still up around her waist and if I didn't have limo tint on the windows, half of my neighborhood would have seen Nikki's ass.
She was clawing at my sweatpants, desperately trying to free the object of her desire. I lifted my hips so she could pull my pants down and within seconds I felt her warm mouth envelope the head of my cock.
"Fuck," was all I could say, as I managed to stay on the road.
Nikki purred in my lap, as she took me deeper into her mouth. I kept my left hand on the wheel and smacked her ass with my right.
