"I'll think about it," she moaned. "It all depends on what happens between Brad and me." She waved and lay back on the floor, cum oozing from both her holes.
"Yes," she muttered to herself, after Herb left. "I'll need a lot of you and others, if I lose Brad." What appeared as a good idea in the beginning was turning sour. She shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound. She got to her feet, aching from the violent fuck she just received.
"I hope you got that one with your camera, Mr. Detective." She headed for the stairs and a warm shower. "Tomorrow will be your turn." She climbed the stairs on weary legs. Two more days and Brad would be home and their future would be decided by a report and some highly erotic photos.
CHAPTER SIX
Joanne rolled out of bed and moaned. The ache in her asshole was still there. She peeked out the window at the street below. "Today is your day, Mr. Snoopy Bastard."
She stepped away from the window in a huff, grabbed her robe and headed downstairs. She made a pot of coffee in the kitchen before dialing the number of the hotel where her husband was staying.
"Room 312 please," she said to the operator. She listened to the rings, hoping she would catch Brad before he left for one of his meetings. She was about to give up when Brad answered.
"Hello?"
His soft familiar voice made the past few days seem like a horrible dream. "It's me, Brad. Joanne."
"Hi, hon," he said. "I never thought you were going to call. You busy?"
His implication angered her and brought what he did rushing back to the surface. "Very busy," she purred. "Ask your detective friend. I think he has enough pictures to make a very interesting album." She paused, quelling her anger. "By the time you get home, I'll have him too." She slammed the phone down and shook.
She glared hatefully at the phone jangling off the hook as Brad tried calling back. She calmed herself, not interested in answering. She walked to the door, a hot sultry expression on her ivory complected face, the phone constantly ringing in her ears long after it stopped. "Here I come, Mr. Dick."
She left the door open and walked elegantly down the steps, swinging her hips like a hooker trying to pick up a john. She crossed her lawn and stopped at the curb. She smiled at him across the street, sitting in his car, a puzzled look screwing up his face.
Darin Jenkins looked the other way, appearing as if he were looking for an address. "Shit. This broad's a fuckin' nut," he mumbled under his breath, catching a glimpse of her.
"I hope you got a big cock," she said, looking both ways before crossing the street. She strutted around to the passenger side, opened the door, and slipped in beside him. She smiled a wide hot smile, her green eyes dancing with devilment. "Hi!"
"I don't know who you are, lady," Darin said, "but you better get the hell out of my car. I'm waiting for my wife."
"Cut the bullshit, Mr. Dick Prick." She giggled, enjoying the detective's obvious embarrassment and worry.
"You crazy?"
"You are, if you think I'm going to buy that dumb fucking story about waiting for your wife." She winked and slid over to him. "Today's Thursday and you've been waiting here since Monday for your wife. I call you a very patient man."
"Get out of the car, lady," he said, knowing that somehow he had blown his cover and the hot bitch knew. He started the motor, hoping that would get her out.
"I'm not going anywhere without you," she purred.
"How does the police station sound?" he said, hoping to scare her.
"Good idea." She opened the robe, showing her tits to him. "We can tell them how you tried to rape me." She leaned back on the seat, comfortable and happy. She had the bastard by the balls and by the expression on his face, he knew it!
He cut the motor, knowing he was beaten. "What do you want, Mrs. Benson."
She smiled innocently at him. "Why don't you come inside and we can talk about what I want." She blew him a kiss, closed her robe, and climbed out of the car. "Oh, by the way, bring all the pictures you took. I'm curious."
Darin sat dumfounded, shaking his head. He watched the luscious Mrs. Benson as she returned to her house. He gathered up the packets of photos, then climbed out of the car with them. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he was definitely interested. With what he had been seeing since his assignment began, Mrs. Benson was quite the hot little housewife. He hurried across the street and up her steps. Knocking on the door, he waited.
"I'm glad you could make it," Joanne purred, opening the door. She winked. "Come in, I have coffee brewing for us." She didn't move, making him brush against her as he entered.
"Follow me, handsome." Her ass rocked provocatively, knowing his gray eyes were glued to the liquid movement beneath her robe.
"It's Darin, isn't it?" she asked as he sat down.
He smiled, liking her moxie. "Yes. How did you know?"
"I've known since the very beginning. I picked the phone up by mistake Monday morning when Brad was talking to you and heard the whole thing."
His brow furrowed. "I'm surprised you still fooled around, Mrs. Benson, knowing I was watching."
"Call me, Joanne. You were the only reason I fooled around in the first place."
"Come on. You mean to tell me that Monday was the first time you got laid outside your marriage?"
"You got it." After pouring the coffee, she sat down beside him. "Knowing what Brad did infuriated me so damn much, I figured that if he thought I was going to fuck around, I shouldn't disappoint him." She purposely pressed her leg against his.
"You certainly didn't disappoint him." He grinned sheepishly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he sipped the steaming black coffee.
"I hope you enjoyed the assignment," she sighed. Her stomach churned as she thought about him watching her fuck every guy she met. "Did it turn you on."
"It's my job," he said, his throat constricting when he remembered how horny she had made him and the extra fucking he had given his girl friend and how much she had appreciated it.
"Awwww, c'mon, Darin," she mewled. "You mean to tell me that watching me fuck and suck all those cocks didn't get you burning hot?"
He looked at her with his brooding gray eyes, the passion in his groin shining through. "You drove me nuts, Joanne."
"Whew! For a second, I thought you were made out of stone."
"You'd turn stone to sand with your body and the way you enjoy sex." He shook his head.
She laid her hand on his thigh and squeezed it. "Let's get a look at those pictures. I'm dying to see them myself."
He laid the packets of pictures on the table. "Look all you want. I've been staring at them all week." He leaned back in his chair and sipped coffee, his cock throbbing.
She grabbed a packet and dumped the photos on the table and gasped. They were absolutely fantastic! She studied each one, the memory of the fuck coming back in a dizzy rush. She ogled the pictures taken on the grassy knoll, her naked body glistening in the sun as she sucked Grant's cock. "Christ! You got some terrific lens on that camera. I can see my pussy hair in some of these."
"Glad you like them," he said, his tone wavering as he glanced over at the pictures.
She gazed at the ones with Earl in his small room in the back of the garage. She was getting hotter and hotter by the second. She sucked in her breath, seeing her and Denny. "You even came around to the backyard, I see."
"Only for a few," he explained. "I figured I had enough photos of you fucking already. I didn't see any sense in someone calling the cops, thinking I was a prowler."
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, skimming all the photos again, remembering each incident as if it just happened. Her pussy ached and she knew when she stood up, there would be a dark cunt juice stain on her robe and a wet spot on the chair. "I do take a good picture, don't I?"