Edward drove quickly, glancing over at Jennifer as she sat beside him in silence, staring out of the window. To look at her, no one would know what she had been doing only an hour ago. For the past 18 hours as a matter of fact, with very few breaks in between. God, his balls ached.
Jenna... It was hard to believe that she was somewhere inside of his wife. Jenna, the horny slut. Blonde hair, blue eyes, banging body, gigantic tits.
Nothing like his own Jennifer. Brown haired, unglamorous, perhaps, but pretty in her own right (to him anyway and no one would ever convince him otherwise), serious, sweet, brilliant.
He loved her, cherished her, and he could never imagine her wanting the things Jenna wanted. The raunchy, debased, filthy things. Dirty, nasty, taboo. The hair pulling, spitting, biting, scratching. Begging for cum in her face, on her tits, on her toned, flat stomach. Pleading to get fucked in the ass. Tell him to call her a bitch, a slut, a whore...
God, she was so...
raw
. Edward was ashamed to be thinking of it, with Jennifer beside him oblivious of his thoughts, no doubt focusing herself for the task at hand, but he couldn't help but feel his manhood stirring despite his throbbing scrotum as he reflected on the marathon romp fest that had just occurred.
Jenna... She didn't make love. She
fucked
. Like a filthy animal. Like a nasty bitch in heat. The hard pounding and thrusting, the moans and squealing. Even when they weren't slamming against each other, screwing each other slowly instead, she ground up against him so sensuously, writhing, sucking on his tongue, pressing his hands up against those huge, supple tits...
Fulfilling every fantasy he didn't even know he had... role playing, dirty talking, getting rough with him, having him get rough with
her
... the way she would ride him until he was on the brink so she climb off and have him explode in her mouth... the enthusiastic way she would shove her rear back as he entered her ass... how she spit on his cock as she titty fucked him on her knees...
Things Jennifer would never do. Things he wasn't sure he would
want
her to do. But still, his hard on was raging in his pants.
***
Jennifer got out of the car in front of the Gen-U-Tech building.
"Stay close, and keep your eyes open. I'll be out within the hour."
Taking a deep breath, she walked in through the revolving door. The security guard barely looked up as she flashed her badge, striding past with a feigned confidence she didn't at all feel.
Jennifer had a strange conflicting sense of familiarity and foreignness, returning to the lab after only a few weeks' time but which conversely seemed like much, much longer. She felt a knot in her stomach as she continued down the hall, a feeling of racing against the clock, both against herself and the fear of being discovered there.
She was startled to see her lab ahead, translucent plastic sheets covering the wall, the entrance taped off, and she moved past it, trying look in and survey the damage from the explosion, which seemed significant, without appearing interested.
Passing it by, Jennifer scanned her badge at the next lab adjacent to her own ruined one. Her heart leapt up into her mouth as it blinked red, but before panic could set in, she swiped it again and to her immense relief, the scanner blinked green and the door unlocked. She slipped inside quickly, eyes combing the room and confirming she was alone.
Then she set immediately to work, pulling out a vial of her own blood that Edward had drawn for her just before they left the house and placing it into Gen-U-Tech's elaborate gene sequencing machinery. Following that, she inserted a portable drive into the machine to capture the results.
