Opportunity Taken 1-4

Opportunity Taken - 1 - Getting into the car
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

Sandi took one last excited glance at her sexy new outfit in the bedroom mirror. She had chosen her somewhat risqué clothing ever so carefully during the week and a half her husband had been back east on an important business trip. Her husband was sure to be named as a junior partner in the architecture firm where he worked any day now, and they had just closed on their new house, the one they would raise their family in, and they had decided just a few month before that they were ready to have their first baby. She felt certain in her heart of hearts that things could not be better for the young couple!

Sandi knew that during the next few days her ova would be receptive to her darling husband’s fertilization if her womb had indeed begun to function properly after she stopped taking “the pill” months before.

Well, his flight was due in just another hour! Just time enough to grab a bite at the airport before his flight arrived. She made sure she had some mouth wash in her purse so her breath would smell fresh when she kissed him her special “Welcome Home” kiss she was saving just for this occasion.

She giggled happily as she backed out of the driveway and headed out for the airport in their brand new Porsche. It was Friday night, and what a night it promised to be! Her lacy little sage-green thong was already damp.




Sandi kept peaking around the corner to see if the plane was starting to disgorge passengers yet. She could feel her internal excitement, how turned on she was to see her husband again, and to know what they were going to do with each other this evening, maybe the whole night! It was Friday night, so he could rest up after a full night and maybe even the followings day and night of making love! She could sense how ready she was for love every time she moved her toned and tanned thighs. Her body offered no resistance to her movement down there, just well lubricated flesh moving across more sensitive flesh!

Passengers finally started coming down the concourse! She could barely contain her excitement as she scanned for his blonde head. His handsome smile would soon be her target for smothering with kissing, . . . . deep sensuous, open mouthed, ready-to-make-love-with-you-darling kissing. She could feel her stiff nipples under the thin fabric of her translucent blouse.

As she waited, she couldn’t help bouncing up and down slightly, her unfettered breasts jiggling their own delectable excitement. She could sense the men standing around her watching her nubile body vibrating in anticipation, but it only served to increase her eagerness. Their furtive flattering attentions made her feel so sexy and pretty!

The first of the first-class passengers hurried past her as she watched excitedly for her beloved hubby. She watched nervously as two handsome men, one VERY tall, and one with incredibly broad shoulders, walked by in their three piece suits. Their intense eyes scanned her from head to toe. She thought she recognized the shorter one, but could not pin down where they may have met in her jittery, excited mind. She blushed slightly as their bold eyes continued to burnish her from head to toe. One of them made a comment she could not hear to the other. By the movements of their eyebrows, she could tell that they liked what they saw. Her smile widened even further. She caught a whiff of their aftershave as they moved on by her. She liked their scents.

Suddenly there he was! His head was down as he drug his baggage, his oversized brief case and the special tube he carried his precious plans in. She was so proud of him, her budding young architect.

Then her husband looked up. He saw her, but his face clouded over. She could tell that there was something definitely wrong.

As soon as her beloved Danny rounded the security post, she flung herself into his arms, pressing her hard little nubbins against his chest as her tongue dove deep into his mouth, rewarding him for his love. She withheld nothing from him in her kiss.

She opened her eyes half way through her special kiss. His eyes were open, and their were tears sparkling in them. Disappointed, yet concerned, she pulled her head back, her arms around his neck, and asked “What’s wrong baby? Didn’t it go well in New York?”

Danny shook his head. He whispered in her ear, “It went AWful, honey. He hated my design! I could lose my job over this!” His voice was trembling, he was near panic. “He came back with us on the plane and we only have this weekend to get it right, or he is pulling the plug on the project. Switch architects!” Danny’s lower lip started to quiver slightly.

Sandi could tell her husband was close to losing it.

Danny gripped her arm. His eyes were suddenly intense. “Honey, I REALLY need your HELP tonight and tomorrow, OK? He is going to be staying with us at our house while Jake and I work out the design. So please baby, do whatEVER he asks, give him whatEVER he wants, and help me manage him, OK babe? We have to make him happy, . . . . NO . . . MATTER . . . . WHAT, . . . . or on Monday I will be out of a JOB, understand? Do I make myself clear babe? No matter WHAT he wants, give to him or I lose my job! Jake has already told me that! I am scared shitless. Jake and I are going to pull an all nighter tonight and try to save this project, so PLEASE don’t bother us. But make Terrance a happy camper, OK? PLEASE baby! PLEASE!!!! Can I count on you babe?”

Sandi, her eyes wide in heartfelt concern, nodded her head vigorously. She had never seen her husband like this before. She knew he was not a person who panicked easily, so she was certain this was some serious shit. She hugged him tightly and lovingly whispered back in his ear, “Don’t worry babe, I’ll do what ever is needed honey, and I won’t bother you or Jason with silly questions so you can concentrate like you need to, OK?”

Sandi thought about all of the payments they had now. A new sports car, a new house, saving for the costs of the soon to be conceived baby, paying off the college tuition loans . . . . the list of their bills seemed endless. Sandi knew one thing for sure, her salary as an executive secretary would not even come CLOSE to paying the bills.

Sandi looked her husband in the eye and again promised him, “Don’t you worry baby, we’ll make this work out. You concentrate on your designs and I will keep him happy and occupied, OK? Together we can do this!” She secretly worried if her beloved husband would have the time, or the inclination, for sex this whole weekend. Her womb was filled with those fluttery butterflies that head been building for over a week. She would ovulate in the next day or so. They wanted a boy, so having sex right at the time of ovulation was their best chance to improve the odds for that.

Danny kissed her perfunctorily, his mind ten million miles away, then lead her off toward the baggage claim area.

This was definitely not what she had pictured happening on this day, of all days! Clearly her beloved husband was NOT thinking about sex! He had not even noticed her sexy revealing little outfit!




“Let’s take your car, Dan.” It was the broad shouldered man who had noticed her at the causeway. He had changed out of his three piece suit and into shorts and a muscle shirt. He had a really well developed chest and incredibly thick arms, the arms of a serious athlete.

The other man, the very tall man, had also changed into shorts and a cutoff workout shirt. His body was hard, lean, and full of obvious muscles. His abs were perfection! Both men were obviously in great shape and worked out a lot.

The foursome walked toward the parking structure, Sandi in the center of the two strangers, the tall one on her right, the broad shouldered man on her left. Danny had introduced them to her as Jake and Terrance. The tall man, Terrance, was the client, apparently an ex-NBA basketball player. The shorter man with broad shoulders, Jason, or Jake, was a junior partner in the architectural firm Danny worked for. In effect, the broad shouldered man was Danny’s direct supervisor.

Sandi grew nervous as they walked toward their car. How in the world would they all fit into their tiny little Porsche?

The men stood there looking at the sexy little red car as they debated how they would all fit. The back seat was really just for show, after all. The front seats were bucket seats with a center console.

They finally decided that Jake could squeeze into the back seat and Sandi would sit on Terrance’s lap in the front passenger’s seat.

After some soft swearing, Jake did indeed make it in. He had to semi recline sideways in order to fit.

Terrance had to lay the seat back in order to get his six foot nine inch frame into the front passenger seat. He had quipped, “Where’s ma damn Mercedes at a time like this?” But he had been smiling broadly, so Sandi felt certain he was OK. He looked up at her standing there beside the car, waiting for him to tell her to climb in onto his lap.

He smiled up at her, his eyes carressing her obvious nipples, and asked if she was ready to ‘climb in and talk about the first thing that popped up’. Sandi, not really catching the joke, nodded and turned, bending over, her perfect little bubble butt leading the way into Terrance’s lap. His strong hands gripped her bum as she lowered herself onto his thighs. She could feel the skin of his fingers touching her butt and thighs under her dress. Her little skirt was obviously not intended to hide her charms, it was made to show them off. And show them off it did!

Terrance returned the seat to upright and put his arm around her waist. He whispered “You ready for this, sexy little lady?”

Remembering her beloved husband’s strict instructions to cooperate and stay out of his way, she nodded and smiled at Terrance’s handsome face. Sandi looked down at his hand as it landed softly on her bare thigh. His hand was HUGE!

Terrance whispered again. “Love the sage green thong sweetheart! Really sexy! Turning me on!”

Sandi blushed bright red as her vagina shivered in its wholesome need for carnal fulfillment.




Opportunity Taken - 2 - Taking the Ride
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

Sandi found that the only way she could sit comfortably on his lap in the tinny little sports car was to put her right arm around Terrance’s neck and lean against his body. She shifted several times trying to get more comfortable as her darling husband started the car and backed out of the parking space.

Terrance’s mouth was right next to her ear. She could feel his breath on the nape of her neck as she sat so intimately on his lap. As her husband turned to pay the parking fee, she felt Terrance’s huge hand ever so lightly caressing her inner thigh. She shivered slightly, as the electric shock of his gentle intimate touch coursed through her entire being.

Sandi looked down to see his thick long fingers slowly circling on her leg. Was it her imagination, or was each tiny slow circle seemed to be working upward on her thigh, toward her most intimate crevice.

“Open your sexy long legs baby! I need to touch you right where you know you want me to!”

‘Do I want him to?’ Sandi wondered silently, her mind a total muddle, alarmed at how he had simply assumed she wanted this. But she could not bring herself to stop his advances.

His warm breath in her ear again caused a shiver to course through her being. Panicky, her whole body having been prepared for over a week for proper breeding by her beloved husband, she again thought about her husband’s words at the airport gate again. She had been specifically instructed to take care of this man and to not disturb her husband, and for sure not to make him mad. Their very life and all the good things in it hung in the balance. Their baby, their darling little desperately wanted baby. She felt her soon to be fertile, wanting womb lurch in her belly.

‘But should I let this total stranger touch me this way?’ she worried

When she looked down, she discovered her thighs had already parted, unbidden, as though they already knew the answer, without her having to decided, or to even think about it. He was, after all, her husband’s most important client. She could help her husband out for this night, right? Wasn’t that what a good wife did for her husband? Cover his back, so to speak?

Looking again between her own quivering thighs she could see the purple tip of Terrance’s manhood peeking up at her shocked eyes. The vermillion tip held a small glistening drop of wetness. It shimmered with portent as her husband drove out of the airport parking lot.

Sandi tried to think. Her husband wanted her, indeed, was COUNTING on her, to make this man happy, to not piss him off. She had her back toward her husband, and she felt certain there was no way he could see the intimate things the tall good looking man was doing to her.

Her side of her plump sensitive breast became intensely aware of Terrance’s manly well defined pectoral. Her breast was resting on his shirt. She belatedly remembered that the skimpy dress she had chosen to meet her husband in allowed much of the side of her breast to be visible, and, because it was visible, she realized that meant it was naked to touching if someone so chose. And her quivering needy plumpness was touching his shirt now.

Sandi knew she was going to have to make a decision soon. Terrance’s seductive touches were now within about an inch of her freshening.

She looked down again and saw his hands, his finger tips, slightly grazing her skin. She was intensely aware of every sibilant touch, each soft enticing caress. And oh god, there was his whole dark purple head sticking out of his shorts! His clear liquids seemed to be dripping now. She watched as first one drop, then another appeared, then ran down under his magnificent plum.

Terrance put his hand under her nearly naked bum and lifted her slightly, as though she were a mere child. His manly touch on her bare bum made her shiver in unintended delight. Was that his finger actually pressing on her little opening? As he shifted to get more comfortable under her, his shorts rode up his leg a bit. Sandi’s shocked eyes watched in utter amazement as his pee-pee rose to vertical between her alabaster thighs. She had never before thought about the fact that some men’s members were so much larger than her husband’s!

Sandi found herself unable to look away from his swollen shaft. Nor could she stop thinking about its awesome size. It was, after all, proportionate to this man’s height. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t a “pee-pee”! She tried to think of a better word to describe it. It was certainly thick. And it was certainly long. And it was certainly dark. And it was certainly hard!

“Touch him, he needs your soft touches, Sandi”, whispered Terrance’s warm breath into her goose pimpling ear.

“Oh god what do I do?” worried Sandi. She could not lie to herself, she KNEW she wanted to touch it, to feel its warm promises, to experience such magnificence first hand.

Her face burned as she realized she had just visualized his member entering her, and how her excited wet body had welcomed him into her.

His whispering voice was commanding now. “Touch him little sexy woman. Touch him with your tiny little hand and make me a very happy man!” Softly he kissed her ear.

His hard vertical member pulsed softly against her inner thigh. She felt the intensely intimate wetness that was slowly running down his dark plum. She watched, when the car hit a bump, as his member moved sideways across her creamy soft skin, leaving its intimate trail of glistening liquids thee on her body, as though the huge meme was laying claim to her body, signing her skin with its authoritative signature of ownership.

Again his whispered command, “Make me happy baby! Touch him. It has been so long since he was touched by a woman’s hand!” There was also a slight pleading in the big man’s voice. Not a begging, just an urgent request from one human being to another.

And her husband HAD told her to take care of him, and to make him happy, and to meet his needs.

It felt so soft to her touch. Her gentle fingers curled around its slickened head, hesitatingly experiencing its silky wetness. It jerked delightedly as her touch caressed its dark plumpness. She could feel its silky need both against her inner thigh and on her finger tips.

Sandi wondered if her husband had any idea what she had just done! She had touched another man’s member, his hard needy erection! And it was happening right in their brand new car, with her husband driving, not more than a few scant inches away. She felt her abdomen fluttering in urgent need of her fulfillment, her optimum fertility only hours away.

Sandi fantasized about this man’s hugeness entering her, spurting its wet, abundant baby-making elixir deep into her fertile receptive womb as she writhed in blissful nirvana. Her thoughts were a jumble now, but she knew instinctively that her womb would be more apt to be fertilized if the sperm of her lover was deposited directly onto her cervix. And this man’s member was long enough to do that, no doubt about it.

Terrance again raised her tight body and moved her the few inches it took for his excited member to rest comfortably against the opening to her womb. She could feel its intense heat as it touched her there, separated only by her skimpiest of fabrics.

It pulsed there, slowly pressing her garment into her cleft. She was so moist that she wondered if their intimate moistures were now combining just inside her ready opening.

His own small opening on the large plumb was now very wet. She watched as one of the clear droplets ran down his plump head and soaked into the front of her feminine, sexy, sage-green, lacey panties.

Her hand pressed his member against her already widely spread furrows.

His soft encouraging voice again, his breath in her ear, “You make me so happy when you touch me like that honey! He needs your soft loving touches, darling! He needs to feel your wonderful little white soft hand touching him like that!”

Sandi realized that his incredibly sexy member was so tall that it almost could touch the bottoms of her breasts. Her hand caressed its length as she stared at it. His abundant wetness made it very slick. He felt so silky to her touch. He was pulsing in her hand as she caressed his magnificent shaft and head. It moved softly against her opening, asking respectfully if it could enter her portal. It was so large and so dark!

She could see his large eggs hanging below it. They would be chock full of baby-making fertile sperm right now, . . . . . . just what her ready egg needed in order to conceive!

“Would he really fit inside me?” she wondered, . . . . before she could catch herself.




Opportunity Taken - 3 - Minding Manners
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

Sandi squirmed as little as she could manage, but his stiffness resting against her moist sensitive parts was ever so hard to resist. She could feel it pulsing, moving about of its own little will. Her trembling fingers on its wet shaft wanted to stroke it, make it produce its elixir. But more than that, she found herself wanting to feel its heat inside her body. How could she be doing this with a total stranger with her husband only inches away, blissfully unaware of her activities? She only knew she couldn’t stop her hand from further stimulating this man’s incredible masculinity, and holding it tightly against her own desire.

She could smell their combined wetness. She wondered if her beloved husband could smell her betrayal. She looked down and saw that the lower portion of his thick dark shaft was firmly ensconced between her own carnal lips, her panties having retracted into her opening so that her furrows were now caressing his cock shaft on both sides of her panty panel. How on earth could this be happening?

Her large almond shaped eyes found his, her eyes pleading silently for relief as he smiled at her. “We must let them become good friends, don’t you think, sweet sexy woman?” he whispered in her ear. His breath on her neck made thrills run up and down her spine. “Your sweet little white cunt is so wet and hot. You want me inside you, don’t you?”

She felt her head nod in agreement. She realized that when he had called her body her “cunt” she had suddenly pressed harder against him. She had never liked that crude word, until just now, when his manly mouth had softly slid it in her ear, uttered it to describe her own . . . . .cunt. There, she had thought it. She had called her own . . . . . . cunt . . . . a cunt. She was so close to cumming that she had to close her eyes and tighten her will power.

“I want to feel my prick inside your cunt baby, I want to spill my dark sperm deep inside you, coat your cervix with my essence. You want that too, I can see that and I can smell how much you want my black cock to fuck your sweet little white cunt. I can see that you really want me to deposit my black man’s sperm deep inside you. Let me give you that gift honey! Let me give you that gift deep inside your body!” He kissed her neck and then her ear. “I want you baby, need you in the worst way! Your husband will be tied up all night, let me pleasure your body while he works. It will keep my mind off the fiasco we have going right now on the project. It will allow your husband to keep his job. Understand? You will feel pleasures where you have never felt them before, deep down inside your pretty sexy body. My cock will touch you where your husband’s has never reached. My cock will cum where your husband’s is totally inadequate to accomplish. You were made for this moment honey. You were made to take my nice big black cock deep inside your body. Let me give you a baby, a cute little black baby to suckle at your white breasts, full of your milk to feed our cute little baby.”

Her husband, Danny, suddenly turned sharply into a parking lot.

Dazed and disoriented, Sandi tried to regain a grasp on her real life. She saw that they were pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant.

Sandi realized that she would have to separate from the stranger’s, from Terrance’s, gorgeous manhood while they ate.

Sandi missed it’s heat and reassuring presence already. My goodness she was wet! Her hips swiveled without any friction as she walked. She shivered delicately as she walked beside her husband, holding his hand.

The only booth in the restaurant was in a dark, back corner. Her husband lead them straight to it, then excused himself to “use the facilities”.

Sandi slid in, and around to the back. Terrance slid in on one side and Jason the other. She was now between them on the curved, smooth, leather-covered booth. Terrance immediately put his arm around her and pulled her mouth to his. For reasons that she did not understand she allowed his tongue to caress her own as his hands again found her wanton wetness.

“Spread your legs for me baby, I need to feel my fingers inside you while we have a chance!”

Sandi could not believe her own lustful actions as she parted her thighs to permit his digital intrusions.

Terrance’s fingers slid around her panty then filled her with their exquisite, long thickness. His kiss intensified and she found herself grasping his thick erection through his shorts as well.

How had that happened? ‘What has come over me?’ she wondered as she allowed herself to be exposed right in the restaurant, by a stranger.

Another set of hands began to grope her body, pulling her tiny little dress down and exposing her plump steely-nippled breasts. The strong hands found her hard nipples and tugging at them as her own hand was caressing Terrance’s huge endowment.

Through a haze of desire, Sandi realized that Jason, her husband’s boss, was also taking advantage of her wanton vulnerability.

Terrance knew it too. “Let Jason enjoy your body too baby, so he won’t fire your Danny, OK?” Terrance added another thick finger to her squirming delight. “Take your panties off so we can both enjoy that sweet wet needy pussy of yours baby!” Sandi was shocked at her own actions as she pressed her own sexy little lacey panties down her thighs and then pulled her elegant tiny little feet through them. As she looked down, she was shocked to comprehend that both her perky plump breasts were on full display to anyone looking their way. When she settled back down onto the leather seat of the booth, the coolness against her wetness made her gasp, and shiver.

Terrance’s eyes devoured her beauty. “God you are one sexy gorgeous little slut baby!”

He had called her a slut! She blushed bright red as she realized that she was acting exactly like a slut. In fact, at this very moment, she WAS a slut. Only a slut would allow a stranger, and her husband’s boss, to nearly undress her and toy with her body in a public place while her husband could return at any second.

Terrance smiled sweetly at her. “GOD! I just HAVE to feel your cunt on my cock, come sit on my lap while your husband is gone. Ride my pole for just a few seconds so you can feel him inside you, so you can feel what you will enjoy all night tonight! Let me get my dick out and let’s try each other on for size honey!” He rustled around under the table, then smiled at her.

Terrance picked her up as if she were a small child and sat her on his lap. “Guide him into you baby!” He again picked her up and held her in the air expectantly.

Sandi knew that if her husband walked up to the table right now, her marriage would be over.

Turned on beyond anything she had experienced in her life, Sandi looked down to see her hand grasping the most magnificent member she could ever have imagined. Like an automaton she held it under her opening as Terrance slowly, deliberately lowered her down onto his magnificence.

Sandi carefully guided it until it began to press her apart. His slick cock head and her body were so wet, so lubricated from their own excitement that his dark wet head parted her easily. As he lowered her slowly, she could feel his wonderfully sized member reshaping her very core.




Opportunity Taken - 4 - Deep Discoveries
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

When Sandi was sure that Terrance’s immensity surely HAD to be totally ensconced within her body, she opened her eyes, managing to look down, only to discover that only his half glans had penetrated her body. She heard herself inexplicably moan in a strange mixture of disappointment and apprehension.

Suddenly the sound of the door to the men’s restroom opening announced the end of their little experimentation. Terrance chuckled disappointedly, as did Jake. Terrance lifted Sandi off the head of his member and sat her back down on the U-shaped seat of the booth between the two handsome men as Sandi recovered her perky little breasts with her slinky dress.

The leather seat felt cold and uncaring. Her body ached to experience more of her tormentor’s touches, her would-be lover’s caresses and domination.

Their waitress arrived at the same time that Sandi’s husband arrived back at the booth. The other three ordered while Danny hastily scanned the menu. They all ordered something quick.

Danny then headed back to the restroom, his hands clutching his stomach, obviously having some sort of gastric distress.

Terrance utilized Danny’s renewed absence to kiss Sandi deeply, his dark hands freely caressing her breasts and genitals as he continued to have his way with her supple little white body.

Sandi could not understand what sort of hold the tall, well-built, handsome man had over her. She would no more have allowed another man to do these things to her than cut off her own finger. Until tonight! Yet here she was, a stranger’s, albeit an incredibly handsome stranger’s, hands touching her without apology anywhere he wanted to.

And Sandi LOVED it. But at the same time she felt guilt and shame as she allowed this strange man to have his prurient way with her. She willed herself to make him stop. Then her brain reminded her that her own husband had nervously, urgently urged her to allow him to do whatever he wanted so that her husband would not get fired. The look on his face was pleading, scared, trusting.

She desperately wanted to have their first darling little baby. And they had recently purchased the beautiful Porsche, their perfect new house, and then of course all the appliances, and her new clothes, . . . . . the list was endless. If Danny lost his job, the consequences would be disastrous for them!

Their food arrived, causing Terrance to disengage, just before Danny returned from the restroom.

A worried Sandy watched her husband push his food around his plate, rather than eat it. Sandy was sure he was having a hard time not losing his stomach.

After they had eaten, Danny hurriedly tossed his keys to his wife and explained, with as much dignity as he could muster, that he would meet them at the car after he went back to the men’s room one more time. His face was flushed and pained as he hobbled off, obviously trying not to soil himself as he hurried along.

Terrance and Jake slid out of the booth then held their arm out for Sandi to take as she stood up. Her wetness had lubricated her delectable little bare pussy’s slide across the leather of the seat.

Sandi took both men’s arms, smiling self-consciously at the waitress as the two handsome men escorted her toward the front of the restaurant. Their waitress looked at the trio, Sandi with her cheeks flushed with excitement, and the two hunks that were escorting her. The waitress’s eyes scanned to Sandi’s obvious nipples, then the bulges that the men were sporting, then back to Sandy’s flushed face.

“Damn girl! You going to be able to handle all that meat?” the waitress smirked.

Sandi turned violet with embarrassment. Her eyes dropped to the floor as they walked by the waitress.

“Hey you three! I get off at ten tonight, call me if you need any help!” The waitress giggled uproariously as she watched the trio walk out the front door.




Back at the car, Jake crawled reluctantly into the back seat. Terrance then sat down and held his hand out to Sandi, assisting her onto his lap. Once seated, Terrance closed the door, then told Sandi to raise up.

Not questioning why, Sandi did as she was instructed. Terrance shifted his magnificence then waited for her to lower her body back onto his dark erection.

Terrance’s aim was true. Once again a surprised Sandi found her body stretching and straining to accommodate Terrance’s enviable pole. Her body, still wet, and having been stretched a bit in the restaurant, accommodated his girth more easily, until she had sunk about an inch onto him. She could take no more without assistance.

Jake groaned in need as he watched Terrance’s thickness slowly disappear into the white woman, the wife of his subordinate.

As Sandi’s husband opened the driver’s side door, she barely got her dress back down around her thighs and delectable little bum before Danny slid into the driver’s seat. Her husband quickly inserted the key, started the sports car, and rocketed out of the parking lot.

He drove fast, knowing he had only a few minutes to reach the next restroom.

He did NOT know that every bounce and jolt drove his client’s huge black cock further and further into his naïve, sexy, excited, fertile wife’s tight little white, married pussy. He could not see his wife’s face as it melted into the blissful veneer of a woman approaching mind blowing orgasm.