Free All the Time by Cherie Denis Page A

“Great. Absolutely everything went great today.” In
truth, he’d been bored to death and the only relief in his day had
been when he thought about Lainie or when Rita waltzed in and out
of his office.
    The sight of Rita’s firm, high butt was a
constant reminder of Lainie and great sex. More than once today
he’d found himself thinking about fucking. Lainie, Rita, a hole in
the wall...it didn’t seem to matter. He was horny as hell.
    He wasn’t planning on being unfaithful, but
even Rita was beginning to be a temptation. Lainie was driving him
crazy. He barely had enough energy to keep up with his wife. What
had even put the thought of having sex with his secretary in his
head? A woman like Lainie was more than enough for any man.
    A delicate moan came from Lainie’s side of
the car and at the stoplight Mike turned to find her with her right
hand high under her skirt. “Lainie Marie, what the hell are you
doing?” People in the car next to them were all eyes and ears. Mike
pushed the button bringing her window up and tightly closed.
    “Ohhhh, Mike, darling,” she purred, her
finger sliding in and out of her cunt. “I need you so much. Hurry
darling, get me home. I want you inside me when I come.”
    Jesus H. Christ. Was she fucking nuts? She
was going to get them both killed.
    The light changed and the car bucked wildly
when he gave it too much gas. He got the car under control, praying
he would make it home before he popped his cork. His cock surged
and pulsed wildly against his zipper.
    He ached to be inside of her.
    Mike’s voice throbbed with desire, “Lainie
honey, get your hands out of your panties. We’ll be home in a few
minutes. Surely you can wait until then?”
    “Noooo,” she sobbed, sliding her finger in
and out of her pussy.
    She was so wet Mike could hear the moisture
as she finger-fucked herself.
    There was no place to pull off the road and
give her what she wanted so desperately. “Lainie, honey, get your
fingers out of your cunt. I can’t pull over. It will be less than
five minutes until we are home for godsake.”
    He put his right hand on her knee and
squeezed gently. “Come on baby, behave. Take your finger out and
stop being so naughty.”
    Lainie did as he directed, but before he
could protest, she popped her wet finger between his lips.
    Holy shit. Mike wrenched on the
steering wheel and the car beside him honked loudly.
    Lainie slid her finger out of his mouth and
Mike clenched his fingers tightly almost pulling the wheel from the
column.
    His cock deflated from fear, but it didn't
last long.
    “Lainie Marie,” his voice low and dark. “You
little witch. I promise I’ll take care of you the minute we get in
the house and not one minute sooner. Certainly not here on the
interstate. Now sit there and be a good girl. All this shit is
going to cause us to have an accident, and honey, we're both too
young to die.”
    She folded her hands in her lap pretending to
be innocent. “I can’t wait darling. Admit it, neither can you.”
    Three long minutes later, Mike pulled the BMW
into their driveway and stopped next to the kitchen walkway. He
threw the gearshift into park. Somehow he'd managed to get them
home without getting a ticket. “Get out, bitch,” he hissed, turning
to her. “I’m so mad at you I could spank you. Don’t ever do
something like that again. Next time we could get killed.”
    Lainie unfastened her seat belt and turned to
meet his gaze. “You don’t scare me, darling. I know what your
problem is, and I plan to take care of it right away.”
    With agonizing slowness, she opened her legs
and gave him a view of her swollen labia and clit.
    His jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Lainie Marie.
Where are your panties?”
    Lainie gave him a wicked grin and put both of
her hands under her skirt. She lifted her bottom and pulled the
skirt out of the way. Opening her legs she slowly parted her labia
giving him a clear view of her moist, glistening channel.
    “Ohhhh,” she