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The short puffs of my breath condensing in the chilly night air gave away the sense of excitement I'd been trying to contain all afternoon and evening. I walked briskly to the block of the parking garage where my wife's car was parked.

I'd to vandalize Diane Lane new Beamer that afternoon by disconnecting a few wires. Then, I calmly rode the elevator up to her office to take her out to dinner to make up for the late business meeting I had that night. All lies.

When I dropped Diane Lane back by her car, it did not turn over. Big surprise. I gave her a ride home and left for my meeting, stopping to make a call and a small purchase on the way.

Now I was back in the empty garage. The yellow lights cast more shadows in the garage than they dispelled. That suited me fine.

I hung back in the shadows near Diane Lane nude car, my hands shoved in the pockets of my coat toying absently with the contents while I waited.

She was late. I swear the woman was either perpetually late in Diane Lane unfaithful daily life or she restricted this behavior to Diane Lane nude time with me, just to piss me off. In hindsight, I am sure it was the latter. She had everything else too together to have one great flaw that would keep her habitually out of order. That was just not her style.

We played games, she and I. Like children, we took turns playing an adult version of house, doctor, cowboys and Indians, Charlie's Angels, Super Friends. One night I found myself all tied up in Diane Lane unfaithful"golden lasso" and indulging in some interesting admissions. Tonight, I was going to be something of a mechanic. I told her I was going to give her a lube job and a rear alignment when I called Diane Lane unfaithful. She told me I should stay away from puns. But she said she would meet me.

We took turns being in charge and we traded off playing out our fantasies. This night it was my turn. Of course, she had some say in the matter of content but then that was her for you. I think sometimes she is so controlling that she really has a hard time letting go enough to let me lead and dominate. So she does things like being purposely late just to prove she can get away with it.

I heard the clicking of women's heels on concrete and my heart quickened. Her blond hair pulled up on top of Diane Lane unfaithful head was a pale crown in the fuzzy yellow light. She wore a long coat black leather overcoat. Even though we live in a normally warm climate, the night was down right cold. I wondered vaguely what she was wearing underneath. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows near the car and approached Diane Lane nude.

The woman always took my breath away. I wondered if she had to cancel plans to meet me tonight. It always pleased me when I could prove myself to be a pain in Diane Lane unfaithful ass. And that was exactly what I intended to be before I reconnected the wires on my wife's Beamer.

"So this is the wife's car, huh?" She asked me as a form of greeting.

I pulled Diane Lane nude over into the several feet of space between the car's front bumper and the concrete wall.

"Oh yeah." I answered.

I kissed her, forcing my tongue deep into Diane mouth. I could smell her facial cream. She tasted minty like toothpaste. She tasted like she was already ready for bed.

"Am I keeping you up tonight?" I asked her, my mouth still on hers.

She looked at me as if I surprised Diane a little.

"Yeah. Actually, you are...I have an early flight tomorrow," she answered.

Satisfaction coursed through my veins. She was inconvenienced. "So why'd you come?" I pressed her.

"Because you said we could christen the car," she said and smiled.

"Oh, I guess you want to do that now, do you?" I was baiting her. I knew she wanted to play this out.

"Yes. You know I want that," she said, a little irritated. Or maybe she was just impatient.

Either way, it worked for me. I liked her a little annoyed. I knew she wanted "to christen the car" as she put it. Every time I talked to her since the Wonder Woman-golden lasso game, she mentioned it. Among other things, she found out that I had to buy my way out of the doghouse by giving my wife the roadster and she had wanted to leave her mark on it. Buying the car didn't bother me. And what we were about to do on top of it bothered me even less.

Impatience got the better of her and she grinned at me while pulling her coat open. I looked down and saw she was completely naked. She leaned back against the wall and stretched a naked leg out to rest on the car's bumper. She began squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples. I groaned when she slipped a hand between her legs and started to play with herself.

"You are fucking nuts," I told her.

I stepped forward to pin her against the wall and kissed her again. I reached up and pulled the clip out of the back of her hair. The clip clattered on the cement where I dropped it and her blond hair fell past her shoulders. I dug my hands into her hair and spun her back to the car. She was trapped between the bumper and my body. Pushing down on her shoulders, I let her know I wanted her to sit on the front bumper.



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She looked up briefly at me in confusion, her hands settling back on the hood for balance because the car's bumper was small to non-existent. Her back arched slightly over back over the hood and her breasts jutted forward. She ran a hand over the shiny black paint.

"How much did this set you back?" she asked.

I unbuckled my pants and dropped the zipper.

"That really isn't a polite question. What happened to that gentile southern upbringing you brag on? I think we need to do something about your mouth," I said.

"Oh really?" she smiled up at me.

I didn't answer her. Instead I shoved my jeans and boxers down enough to pull out my cock. I stroked it in front of her face and pulled her head to the tip with my free hand. She looked up at me with wide green eyes as I fed my dick into her mouth.

"Yeah, really," I answered.

I stepped to either side of her legs and straddled them, telling her to lean on me to balance if she had to. I watched her eyes as they fluttered shut and I buried my fingers from both hands in her hair and started to guide her head with my hands. I knew she had a hard time taking my entire dick in her mouth. She was an expert with her tongue and her mouth was like a vacuum when she wanted it to be. She told me once how she loved to give me blowjobs because they put her in control.