Chapter 12
Rachel sent Dwight off to work the next morning, then gave some thought to what she was going to say to Barbara later. She had two ways to go, vindictive or tolerant, but found herself in too good a mood to get nasty.
"Don't be surprised when Dwight starts becoming harder to get hold of," Rachel advised in a pleasant tone after confronting Barbara in her living room later that morning. "Or when he drops you altogether."
"Oh?"
"You can tell I'm aware of your little affair with my husband, and you know if I don't like something I fix it. You and Dwight are just about finished, Barbara, I promise you."
"You think so?"
"I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by stealing my husband, but what you've done is hand him to me on a silver platter. He's mine now, for keeps. And I'm his."
For the first time Barbara appeared interested in what Rachel was saying. "You are?" she asked.
Yes."
"Well then," Barbara said in a tone of satisfaction. "I've done what I set out to do."
"What?"
"I never wanted to steal Dwight, just open your eyes to a few things, make you appreciate what you've got."
"Wait a minutes," Rachel said to this. "You fucked my husband and now you're telling me you were doing me a favor? Bullshit."
"Not just a favor. I wanted to teach you a lesson or two. Hurt you a little. You haven't been the best of wives, you know."
"What gall! Who made you judge, jury and executioner? What made it any of your business?"
"I just couldn't stand by while you used him like you were. And you were, don't try to deny it."
"Sounds like you used him pretty good yourself."
"Maybe I did. But it was all in a good cause."
"You really expect me to believe all this? That you didn't ever want him for yourself?"
"That's crazy."
"Then prove it."
"How?"
"Let's not wait for Dwight to break it off with you. Let's make it easy for him. You break it off with him."
"I will," Barbara, "when I'm sure about you and this sudden fidelity of yours."
"Oh no. Today if possible, tomorrow at the latest. You're so hot to improve my marriage. Prove it. Or you're lying. Or, I might start playing dirty. Remember what I said about fixing things I don't like."
"You're not going to scare me, Rachel."
"Don't let a little success with Patti fool you. Fight me nose to nose and I'll win. But why should it come to that? Before I know it, you and Dwight will be old news. Right?"
Rachel smiled confidently at a silent Barbara, turned and walked out.
Next came a visit to Sean. She told him it was over between them. He seemed hurt, but more in the libido than the heart. She gave him a pretty well practices consoling pep-talk, kissed him on the cheek and left. That was that.
In the afternoon, Rachel arranged for a limo to pick her up at the house and take her into town. She had the driver park and wait in front of her husband's office building while she went inside.
Her first encounter was with Patti, who regarded her in a wary sort of way as she approached the young blonde's desk.
"Guess what?" Rachel said cheerfully.
"What?"
"I'm letting you off the hook," Rachel informed, leaning casually on Patti's desk. "No hard feelings, no recriminations. Things couldn't have worked out as good as they have without you. I'm even wondering if I should thank you for double-crossing me."
"You're serious."
"Totally. But, there is one little favor you could do for me."
"Yes?"
"Would you mind giving Barbara a call? I have a feeling she's going to need some companionship in the near future."
"I don't know if she'd want to hear from me."
"You never know until you try. You are interested in her, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then why sit here on your duff? See what you can make happen. Now, where's Dwight? Busy?"
"Far from it. He's in his office."
Rachel breezed in and collected her husband, and he left the office a little early that day. Outside, she walked him to the waiting limo.
"You wanted adventure," she said to him, "you're going to get it."
Tinted windows all the way around afforded all the privacy they could want. There was plenty of leg room and with a low seat and high roof, plenty of head room too.
With Rachel having instructed the driver to take the long way home, they got under way. She had also arranged for a bottle of champagne in a bucket. Laughingly, Dwight popped its cork.
Rachel snuggled close on the seat. Crossing her legs, she hooked her nyloned shank over Dwight's leg. The hem of her red dress hiked higher on her thighs. His hand settled on her top leg as he chinked glasses with her in a silent toast.
"You've really taken this to heart, haven't you?" he remarked. "Our change of direction, I mean."
"I guess I was ready for it myself," she responded. "God knows I'm having fun with it. You?"
"Plenty."
Rachel beamed and they kissed and had a few more sips of champagne, And smooched some more. Then Dwight said, "This is turning into a fun ride. I hope it'll last."
"As long as we want it to," Rachel answered.
Grinning, Dwight poured them each another glass of champagne. But soon the glasses were set aside and Rachel and Dwight found that all they wanted to taste was each other.
Their kisses were hungry, their tongues digging for greater intimacy. Rachel twisted closer to Dwight, wiring her arms about his neck.
As satisfying as the kisses were, they did not feed the growing hungers of either of their bodies. Rachel broke from Dwight at one point and pushed herself away from him on the seat.
"Get undressed," she said to him in a low voice. "I want to be naked with you -- now?
"I feel like I'm in a backseat at a drive-in," Dwight remarked, whipping off his jacket. "How sordid."
"I thought the change of scenery would do us both good," Rachel said, and bounced herself off the seat to yank her loosened dress up past her backside. She pushed it off and added, "I didn't know it would be this good."
Her under things were red too. Something about them caught Dwight's eye. "You look incredible," he gushed, sweeping hot eyes over her. "Leave the stockings on, though, would you? And the shoes?"
"Kinky," she said with acceptance. She got out of her bra and panties and, by then, Dwight was pushing down his shorts.
Dwight's cock was responding much faster than it had last night. It had filled out to the point where it was beginning to rise from between his thighs, the shaft nicely thick and the head flaring boldly.
Rachel slid her bare ass off the plush sat of the limo, sinking to her knees on the carpeted floor. Her tits warmed the outside of his thigh as she leaned over his lap.
She slid her tongue out and tickled the tip of his pecker with it. She ran the pointy end of her probe around and around on his glans. She puckered her lips and very lightly touched the end of the rising cock.
It strained and struggled toward her mouth. Teased and tantalized, it eagerly sought more intimate caresses from her. She kept pulling away but the cock kept managing to reach her extended tongue and lips again.
At last he was fully hardened, his cock standing straight up out of its next. Rachel's head was over him, her eyes gazing down his thick barrel, her tongue continuing to flutter and flick at his swollen cockhead.
Then in the passing of a heartbeat, her tongue pulled away and her lips were around him, sliding down over the broad ridge and the shaft beyond. His meaty cock disappeared into her elastic mouth and throat, and she twisted the velvet ring of her gripping lips against the base of the shaft.
Today she didn't feel like holding back. Let him think what he wanted, if he was capable of thinking anything right then. He was her husband, and she wasn't going to let anything interfere with his pleasure, or her own raunchy inclinations.
Dwight made amused, moaning sounds as Rachel began to fellate him. He seemed to go slack in a sprawling sort of way on the seat, a man in utter surrender to erotic bliss.
Rachel ran her mouth over his length with luscious pulls and sexy slides, scrubbing him up and down and sideways with her nimble tongue. She gobbled him in and released him reluctantly, and did it over and over.
Finally Dwight's hand ran into her hair and lifted her head away from him, pushing her mouth from his cock. "Let's make sure we're on a two-way street," he said to her. "Let's see how we are at taking care of each other at the same time."
"That would only be fair," she smiled, delighted that in his eagerness for change he hadn't forgotten how to be giving. "Why don't you lie down on your back?" she suggested. "Make some room for things to happen."
He twisted his legs away from her and did indeed lie down on his back across the seat. Rachel backed up on her knees on the floor, then climbed up to straddle his shoulders with her thighs and plant her hands to either side of his hips.
Over him on all fours, she crouched lower, softly settling her spread pussy folds on his waiting mouth and running her tongue down the underside of his back-slanted shaft.
For the first time in her marriage she was meeting Dwight halfway. Doing as much for him as he was doing for her, and at the same time. She couldn't imagine anything feeling more right, either emotionally or physically or sexually.
Dwight's tongue passed with a wide stroke over the stretched folds of Rachel's twat and continued to lick at her, between juicy, open-mouthed kisses. He was not holding back either, and his extramarital experience seemed to have taught him a new trick or two. He was going at her in a delicious new way.
Barbara had been good for Dwight as well as the marriage itself, but Rachel wasn't sorry to be cutting the woman out of the picture. In fact, what she was doing now was part of the process -- the hotter she was for Dwight the less he would want to be with Barbara, if he did at all.
It wasn't that Rachel didn't appreciate the favor. She did. But Barbara hadn't meant her actions to be taken that way entirely, and, besides, what wife wanted a third wheel for any length of time? Not Rachel.
Rachel sank her mouth around Dwight's fuck pole and went on sucking him for endless, thrill-packed moments. She swayed over him, smearing his mouth with her wetness as he played his tongue in and out and around her streaming twat. The movement of the smooth-riding limousine was like a magic carpet for them both.
"Having a good time?" Rachel asked in a throaty voice, handling his hard-on in a sliding hand.
"Very good."
"Too good to fuck me for a while?"
"HMmmm," he responded. "Maybe we should try as much as we can. We can't afford to keep this ride forever."
"We'll save it for special occasions," she smiled, and lifted herself from him. She moved off of the seat again, getting down on her hands and knees on the floor. "Let's do it this way first."
"Yeah," Dwight enthused, scrambling over on the seat and down behind her.
Rachel lifted one leg onto the seat to open herself for him. She arched her back, exposing her pussy from underneath, giving him the most vulnerable target she could.
He made a direct hit on his first try, his spearhead plowing into her tunnel and sinking into her depths without stopping.
Rachel groaned, then crooned, "Oh, that's just what I needed." She wiggled her ass against Dwight's hips and pushed back against him. He pushed forward. Playfully, she gave him another shove with her backside, and he pushed back. Now she let him retreat on his own and he did. They had begun to fuck.
Rachel shifted her upper body over that end of the seat and pillowed a cheek on her crossed forearms. She moaned with enjoyment and said, "I love this."
"You love what?"
"All of it. You and me together in this big car, naked, your cock in my pussy, giving me those long, smooth slides...."
"Why don't you give me some?" he suggested. "Make it a perfect picture."
She smiling obliged, starting to rock to and fro against the motions of his hips and cock, the two of them sliding their organs together and apart in an easy, age-old rhythm.
"I love it too," Dwight said.
"You think it'll keep on getting better?" she said dreamily. "In the long run, I mean?"
"Can it?"
"Might be fun to find out."
"Might be," he allowed. "It just might be."
"Hi," Patti said warmly, calling form the office, just ready to leave.
"Hello," Barbara answered, somewhat aloof.
"How are you? How are things?"
"What makes you ask?"
"Just curious. I've been thinking about you lately...."
"In what way?"
"Personal."
"Patti, I told you I wasn't interested."
"I know, but I have a feeling you can be persuaded otherwise. Especially if you ever get tired of Dwight or, no offense, he gets tired of you."
"Don't count on that happening."
"Oh?"
"I think it'll be a while before I'm done with Dwight."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I see. Well, if anything comes up to change that, give me a call. We could go places, you and I. If we start clean."
"Sure, but don't count on it. I've got plans."
"Feel like cumming yet?" Rachel asked sexily.
"I'm afraid if I say yes you'll stop," Dwight replied.
"You're right," she said. "I think I'll stop anyway, just in case."
And with that she pulled herself off of his hard-on and lurched up onto her end of the seat, turning to face him with pure vixen in her eyes.
"Okay," he smiled back. "I'll wait. Come back when you're ready." He pushed himself up off the floor and sat on his side of the car.
"Meet me in the middle and I'll ride you," she suggested.
"I'm much too easy," he said to that, and slid over.
Rachel moved to meet him. She straddled his hips and pointed his prick straight up and she wiggled down onto it. Tucking her folded, nyloned shanks in on his flanks, she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, her stiffened nipples burning on his chest until his palms came up to cover them. She lifted and lowered on his cock.
"How did you get to be so wild and wicked all of a sudden?" he murmured, kissing at her face and neck.
"It was always there. It just needed the right time to come out."
His hands swept down and around to her ass. "I'm sorry it took so long."
She giggled. "So am I. But we can make up for it, can't we?"
"I'm for that."
Gripping his shoulders, Rachel worked up and down, rubbing and scraping over Dwight's hard-on with her gripping, feverish chute. With building arousal, she eagerly jammed herself down on him.
"Fantastic," he breathed, and in a fit of passion hooked an arm about her waist and toppled them both to one side. He pushed himself and pulled her with him away from one wall and settled lightly on top of her across the seat.
Rachel immediately wrapped arms and legs around him and welcomed the sudden, unleashed thrusts of his cock and the hungering jabs of his tongue. His passion claimed her and swept her along, sometimes seeming to race with her own.
His cock plunged in and out of her deeps with tireless energy. Her hips lifted and twisted, grinding her in-flamed cunt at the unyielding, terrific hardness.
"Yes," she breathed excitedly. "Yes, yes, this is it. Do it to me! Cum with me ... inside me. Now baby, now, now, now!"
Dwight's crazed thrusting paid double dividends as his balls erupted into her suddenly clamping, spasming core. Their bodies rammed at one another below the waist with uncontrollable force, Rachel's nyloned legs kicking at the air.
Enraptured, satisfied, they began to calm, inside and out, and settle cuddled together.