.."
"Let's go outside, babe. It's too loud in here."
She followed, knowing she shouldn't, knowing her panties shouldn't be that wet. She felt him against her on the dance floor. He was bigger than her husband.
As soon as they were outside, his hand was on her ass. When she unlocked her car, he turned her to face him. "This can't wait," he growled. His kiss was almost brutal, and the hand that went under her dress wasn't gentle. "You're soaked. I knew you would be."
"Tony, we,..." she began, but he interrupted her with another kiss, which she eagerly returned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her and placed her on the hood of her car. Almost in one motion, her panties were in his pocket, and his hard cock glistened in the greenish glow of the security lights. Her legs parted on their own, and he entered her.
The thrill of her sin intoxicated her. She knew they could get caught. Her husband would leave her if he found out. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.
They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.
Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. "Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You swallowed like a good girl. When does your husband expect you home?
"How did you know I'm married?"
"The way you fuck. Desperate. Horny. Willing and wet. Not afraid of a little rough stuff. You haven't had a good pounding in quite a while, have you?"
"Not really."
"When must you be home?"
"He's away till Monday."
"We're going to have a great weekend. Get in your car. Follow me."
She turned to get in her car, but stopped. This should hurt more, she thought as she saw the blood spurting onto her door. She lost consciousness and collapsed quietly to the ground.
Two men in dark suits scooted carefully under the yellow tape. "A bouncer called it in," Detective Somerset said. "No weapon so far."
Detective Adams rummaged through her purse. "Barbara Franklin, age thirty-five. Oh, holy shit!"
"What?"
"Do you know who this is?"
"Yeah, you just read her name. Oh no."
"Yup," Adams said. "Pictures in her wallet, too. The old man's wife. He's away this weekend, isn't he?"
Somerset surveyed the scene. "Whoever did it was good with a knife."
Adams pulled out his phone. "We have some Maurice DeFleur guy in the dumpster. Forensics is working on that area now and we have this mess. You call for a supervisor while I call the boss."
"Is there ID on this victim?" Somerset asked, carefully searching the dead man's pockets. He pulled out a damp pair of panties and a small black leather folder. "Fuck me dead. This is Patrolman Tony Mariani, Third Precinct. He's one of ours."
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