Chapter One
“The spicy scent that lingers long after he’s gone.”
Hannah Buckner punched off the radio. She didn’t need a
stupid ad reminding her of how great her husband’s scent was. It was part of
her blood, ingrained in her soul, and she missed it and him more than she could
bear. She cranked up the air conditioner, turned one vent toward her face and
tried like hell to get the other one pointed toward her hot, damp pussy.
Another happy high-desert day with temperatures soaring off
the charts, physically and emotionally. The last thing she needed was to think
about Danny’s scent lingering on her right now. She imagined him nuzzling that
extra-sensitive place on her neck just below her ear, kneading it with his lips
while his fingers kneaded her ass, or gave it a couple sharp whacks to get her
juices flowing.
She shivered despite the heat. Nipples beaded. Her pussy…
No, she couldn’t think about that. Later, yes. But not now
when her emotions danced on a razor’s edge from work and countless phone calls,
emails and visits from other lonely, frustrated wives. It was a wonder she’d
gotten any work done.
Need rippled through her again at the thought of Danny’s
strong body pressing hers into the mattress. His weight could crush her.
Instead, she felt power in him possessing her. Gloried in the way he took her,
yet protected her as well. He knew how to take domination to the very edge and
still make her feel safe, hungered for and in charge.
How such a big man could be so gentle and yet so damn
powerful. How such a gentle man could wear her ass out with a good, long
spanking and then give her the fucking of her life was a mystery she never
wanted to solve. Why try to analyze perfection?
Another shiver rattled through her. Want clenched every
fiber of her being. Her sweat-dampened crotch added more moisture to her
panties. The smell of her juices slammed into her nose. Hannah flicked the air
to high, unbuttoned the top of her sundress and pulled the skirt up her thighs
to get cool. It didn’t help. Her hard clit nudged her panty crotch, begging for
that stream of air on it. Not to cool, but to help it come. Tempting, but she
couldn’t risk being caught.
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and wondered
if the light was permanently stuck on red. Her cell phone shuddered and blasted
out Love Shack for the tenth time since she’d left work. Another wife
calling to complain about whatever. Hannah didn’t mind up to a point, but the
constant bitching was ridiculous. Hello…her husband was deployed too. She was
lonely, sad and frightened too.
And horny. Don’t forget horny.
Hannah pressed her lips tight. No, she wouldn’t forget that.
But it went way beyond just being horny. How could she explain to anyone the
sheer perfection of being with Danny? Who would listen to how she still hadn’t
washed the pillowcase he’d last slept on three months ago? Who would understand
how she clutched his pillow to her breasts each night and inhaled the scent
growing more elusive with every tick of the clock? Of how she’d sometimes wedge
that same pillow between her thighs and pretend it was his head, his lips
wandering over her pussy, his tongue tracing every fold, sucking her clitoris
until the orgasm rolled out of her?
She pressed her fingers to her aching clit and gave it a
rub. Eyes locked open, Hannah slid one finger under the elastic leg and circled
the slippery pebble of flesh. God, that felt good. She could come right here,
right now. Who’d know? She could be discreet. Danny got her off all the time in
the car. Ordering her to peel her panties down, spread her legs and lift her
skirts. His hands would dive right in. Sometimes he’d order her to bring a
dildo, tell her to plunge it deep, turn it on and leave it there. He’d make her
come at his leisure, her pleasure. Often he’d tell her to add a butt plug.
And if she disobeyed—which she did on occasion just because
the punishment
“The spicy scent that lingers long after he’s gone.”
Hannah Buckner punched off the radio. She didn’t need a
stupid ad reminding her of how great her husband’s scent was. It was part of
her blood, ingrained in her soul, and she missed it and him more than she could
bear. She cranked up the air conditioner, turned one vent toward her face and
tried like hell to get the other one pointed toward her hot, damp pussy.
Another happy high-desert day with temperatures soaring off
the charts, physically and emotionally. The last thing she needed was to think
about Danny’s scent lingering on her right now. She imagined him nuzzling that
extra-sensitive place on her neck just below her ear, kneading it with his lips
while his fingers kneaded her ass, or gave it a couple sharp whacks to get her
juices flowing.
She shivered despite the heat. Nipples beaded. Her pussy…
No, she couldn’t think about that. Later, yes. But not now
when her emotions danced on a razor’s edge from work and countless phone calls,
emails and visits from other lonely, frustrated wives. It was a wonder she’d
gotten any work done.
Need rippled through her again at the thought of Danny’s
strong body pressing hers into the mattress. His weight could crush her.
Instead, she felt power in him possessing her. Gloried in the way he took her,
yet protected her as well. He knew how to take domination to the very edge and
still make her feel safe, hungered for and in charge.
How such a big man could be so gentle and yet so damn
powerful. How such a gentle man could wear her ass out with a good, long
spanking and then give her the fucking of her life was a mystery she never
wanted to solve. Why try to analyze perfection?
Another shiver rattled through her. Want clenched every
fiber of her being. Her sweat-dampened crotch added more moisture to her
panties. The smell of her juices slammed into her nose. Hannah flicked the air
to high, unbuttoned the top of her sundress and pulled the skirt up her thighs
to get cool. It didn’t help. Her hard clit nudged her panty crotch, begging for
that stream of air on it. Not to cool, but to help it come. Tempting, but she
couldn’t risk being caught.
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and wondered
if the light was permanently stuck on red. Her cell phone shuddered and blasted
out Love Shack for the tenth time since she’d left work. Another wife
calling to complain about whatever. Hannah didn’t mind up to a point, but the
constant bitching was ridiculous. Hello…her husband was deployed too. She was
lonely, sad and frightened too.
And horny. Don’t forget horny.
Hannah pressed her lips tight. No, she wouldn’t forget that.
But it went way beyond just being horny. How could she explain to anyone the
sheer perfection of being with Danny? Who would listen to how she still hadn’t
washed the pillowcase he’d last slept on three months ago? Who would understand
how she clutched his pillow to her breasts each night and inhaled the scent
growing more elusive with every tick of the clock? Of how she’d sometimes wedge
that same pillow between her thighs and pretend it was his head, his lips
wandering over her pussy, his tongue tracing every fold, sucking her clitoris
until the orgasm rolled out of her?
She pressed her fingers to her aching clit and gave it a
rub. Eyes locked open, Hannah slid one finger under the elastic leg and circled
the slippery pebble of flesh. God, that felt good. She could come right here,
right now. Who’d know? She could be discreet. Danny got her off all the time in
the car. Ordering her to peel her panties down, spread her legs and lift her
skirts. His hands would dive right in. Sometimes he’d order her to bring a
dildo, tell her to plunge it deep, turn it on and leave it there. He’d make her
come at his leisure, her pleasure. Often he’d tell her to add a butt plug.
And if she disobeyed—which she did on occasion just because
the punishment
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