Chapter 1
At ten minutes to eleven that Tuesday morning, Debbie Wilkins got out of her steaming bath, stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to dry herself down with slow, hotly teasing strokes.
He'd be showing up in about ten minutes, and the thought of his gigantic, brutal cock driving deep inside her sent hot flashes under her tawny skin.
Some day her husband was going to find out. In a small California town like this, it was impossible to keep a secret. And with their nosy goddamn neighbors, Debbie's husband was practically the only one in town who didn't know.
She dabbed the towel around her curly golden cunt-hairs and shivered wildly. What was a girl supposed to do when she was hotter than a firecracker most of the time anyway? Christ, they'd been married for three years now, and at twenty-two, the seething blonde housewife already felt trapped.
Debbie took a deep breath to arch out her luscious tits and turned sideways, frowning at her ripely curved ass. Five pounds too much, she told herself grimly, even though it was her gorgeous ass that was her best and sexiest feature, her firm tits running a close second.
Beneath wide green eyes, her mouth was full and ripe, pouting like a spoiled brat, making her seem no more than seventeen or eighteen. She hadn't had any kids yet, a fact for which she was grateful.
Now the ripe blonde padded into the bedroom and got out a sheer blue bra and pair of panties, slipping them on quickly. Her golden skin felt ting-ly and moist with eagerness, her cunt already beginning to seep honey at the thought of her visitor. It wasn't just his uniform that turned her on, although that always helped. When she thought of his blue uniform and shiny black boots with his tough, brutal face and broad shoulders, and the way he wore his gun, swaggering around as if he owned the whole goddamn town and would blow your head off if you disputed the fact, hot thrills tore through Debbie's blood.
Ed wasn't just the Sheriff of Pacific County, he was her boss as well. Debbie was a night-dispatcher for the sheriff's office, and her husband Bob was one of the deputies. While her husband was much younger than the sheriff, and better-looking as far as that went, when it came to pure excitement and danger, she just couldn't resist getting hotter than a smoking pistol around Ed.
She slipped on a light summer dress and put high heels on her bare feet. It all had to come off in a few minutes anyway, but Debbie knew Ed loved her with just a scanty outfit on. The heels showed off the sleek curves of her smooth legs, and when she walked down a street in this town, hard-ons followed her trail like soldiers quickly saluting a general.
Debbie glanced at her watch and lit a cigarette impatiently, her lush tits panting slightly, a fine sheen of sweat already beginning to cover her tawny flesh. Hot summer day, hot little pussy, she thought dryly as she peered out the window, looking for the sheriff's white Buick. That was just like him. Everybody else had to drive Fords and Chevies, but Ed had conned a Buick out of the county officials.
The bastard was running late today, too. Possibly he had another housewife on the side along with her. A flash of jealousy coursed through Debbie's blood as she lit another cigarette from the glowing tip of her last one.
Then she heard the wheels crunching on the gravel in her driveway and her heart began to pound with excitement. Quickly, Debbie stubbed out her cigarette, went to her front door and put one hand on her hip in an insolent, sexy pose. She put her other hand on the doorknob, waiting, her tits panting hotly, her huge green eyes deliberately bored.
There was the heavy knock on the door, and, curving her lips in a taunting smile, Debbie swung open the front door.
And almost fainted.
She stared into the eyes of Mrs. Ed Watkins, the wife of the county sheriff. From the smoldering gleam in those dark, lustrous eyes there wasn't a single doubt in Debbie's mind that she knew everything.
"What a surprise!" Debbie stammered, her face flushing. Oh shit, if Ed showed up now! "I was just on my way out, Mrs. Watkins," she rushed on, "so whatever's on your mind, well, maybe we can discuss it some other time?"
"Maybe," Ed's wife said in a strangely husky voice. "Maybe you've got rocks in your cute little head too. Open up wide, honey. You and I are overdue for a long, long talk."
Feeling numb, Debbie opened the door wide and the sheriff's wife stepped inside.
The blonde housewife had no way of knowing that her entire life would be drastically changed in the next two hours, that it would turn into a violent roller-coaster ride of wild, bizarre sex-thrills she'd never forget as long as she lived...