"You don't want to keep Mr. Gordon waiting."
Dan grunted, taking her point – yet regretting the fact that he would be chasing wild animals this weekend, when he could have stayed in bed with his wild wife.
He got up and dressed, having some difficulty stuffing his prick into his trousers. His cock had gotten big again in Diana's mouth and his balls were beginning to recharge their virile vigor.
It was a good thing his woolen hunting pants were loose and baggy, Dan figured. If his cock stayed swollen, it would be mistaken for a pocketful of shotgun shells.
Diana got up and slipped into a frilly, semi-transparent negligee. In that sheer, sexy garment she looked even more desirable than when she was stark naked, her husband thought. Her big tit tips poked out in twin peaks against the slinky fabric through the material. Lots of sleek thigh showed below the hem and plenty of deep, smooth cleavage spilled out at the low-cut neckline.
Again, Dan figured that it was stupid to go hunting – and only hoped it would lead to promotion, so that the weekend wouldn't be a total waste.
Diana went downstairs with Dan and they had a quick cup of coffee together in the kitchen. By then it was time for him to leave. She walked him to the door.
She tilted her face up for a goodbye kiss. Their lips brushed casually and lightly. But then she couldn't resist the impulse to feed him a tongue sandwich.
She wanted to make sure that she stayed horny.
And, although she knew it was cruel of her to send him on his way with his prick aroused, that couldn't be helped. She would never have considered it if Dan had been going into the city, where frustration might well lead him into the arms of another woman.
But he could hardly get into any trouble in the woods with his boss, she figured.
In that, though, Diana was mistaken.
Because, although she didn't know it, nor did Dan – yet – Mr.
Gordon had some very strange ideas on what sort of duties merited promotion.
So did Mrs. Gordon.
Diana ground her sensual lips on Dan's mouth and their tongues slid back and forth, entwining like moist serpents mating in a cavern. He held her around the ass and she arched, rolling her belly and bush against the outline of his hard-on through the heavy wool of his pants. Her nipples were getting explosive, her clit was throbbing and cunt cream was streaming down her inner thighs. His cock bucked like a bronco on her belly.
Diana knew that if she continued with this heated embrace, she was liable to cream off and Dan was quite at risk of shooting in his pants.
With a wistful sigh, she disengaged. Dan gave her a wry look and went out, walking rather awkwardly, his cock jutting out like a pole and his thighs bowed around his balls.
Diana stood in the doorway until her husband got in the car and drove off, smoke spilling from the exhaust in the crisp morning air.
It was still very early.
And that was good – because naughty Diana had a lot of things to do today.
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