Test Drive Slut
Our marriage is in trouble and so are our finances. Jeff needs a new car or he won't be able to work. When Jeff brings home some guy for lunch and then leaves me with him, the guy jumps my bones, screwing me, using me, tying me up and taking my cherry ass. It's just the start of things. Is this love? Whatever it is, it's hot. More
Our marriage is in trouble and so are our finances. Jeff needs a new car or he won't be able to work. When Jeff brings home some guy for lunch and then leaves me with him, the guy jumps my bones, screwing me, using me, tying me up and taking my cherry ass. It's just the start of things. Is this love? Whatever it is, it's hot.
“I better get back to the site,” Jeff said finally.
“Your friend just started a beer,” I told Jeff. It seemed rude to give him a beer and then make him leave.
The man stared at me with a look that made my pussy get wet. “If you don't mind, I'll stay here and finish it,” he said.
“Well, I do have to go, but there's no reason you can't stay,” Jeff said. “Enjoy the test drive,” he said.
“What's that?” I asked him.
“I wasn't talking to you,” he said. When he got up to leave I noticed a bulge in his pants. Jeff was hard. He'd been thinking dirty thoughts. There was another thing to make me wonder. Something was definitely going on, and I was beginning to have a hunch that they'd arranged something.
“Fine,” I said.
So far the adventure had been pretty dull, but things changed when Jeff left. The man finished his beer. The he stood and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. “Show me your house,” he said.
That surprised me. He hadn't seemed to give a shit about the house before that, but I was tired of sitting there pretending to be some fucking hostess. “Sure, let's tour the mansion.”
I was being sarcastic, of course. There wasn't much to see at all. It isn't a big house... just a two bedroom cracker box. As he followed me around I saw that he was paying more attention to my ass, watching the way it moved when I walked, than the house anyway. When I opened the bedroom door and led him in I realized I'd forgotten to make the bed. I hadn't expected to give a tour. I don't think he even noticed. I turned to say something and he interrupted. “You are a good looking woman.”
I like that he was finally talking about something important. “Good looking? That doesn't say much.”
He grinned. “I guess not. Then I'd say you look fuckable, then. Very fuckable and you have a delicious ass.”
Him saying it straight out caught me by surprise. I was even more surprised when he grabbed me and kissed me. It was a hot kiss, confident, not like a schoolboy trying to get away with something. I should've slapped his face, but I liked it. I hadn't been kissed that way for some time and it felt good--as in it had my blood boiling.
Soon he had his hands all over me, clutching my ass cheeks as he kissed me and then turning me and running them over my breasts and down to my pussy. I still thought I should stop him, and I even said he should leave, but my body didn't agree with that at all and I couldn't help pressing back against him, wiggling the ass he liked so much over his crotch. He as hard.
When he pushed me back onto the bed and looked at me, I knew he could see hunger in my eyes, and he he knew that even though my mouth was weakly telling him he should leave, I didn't want him to and he knew it was bullshit too.
He got on the bed on his knees, straddling me--he fumbled with the buttons on my dress, then I felt his warm hands on my breasts, making them tingle. Jeff has been ignoring them completely these days. Even when he does fuck me it's just a quickie and not a full body assault anymore so I was hungry for a man's touch and it got me burning hot real fast.
Somehow he got my dress up to my waist and started to pull my panties down. The electricity of his hands on my bare thighs made the part of my brain that often doesn't seem to work as well as it should, my common sense, I mean, kick in. It dawned on me what I was doing. Even though I was horny, letting this strange man fuck me wasn't going to help anything to help my marriage. Still, Jeff had brought him here and left us alone. I wondered what he was doing. Was it a test of some kind?
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