"Agggnnnnhhhh!" she shrieked then dropped back on the grass and began twitching as her climax released her, allowing her to drift into the warm afterglow of her first adulterous fuck.

Grant stabbed her one last time, his prick finally empty. He collapsed on top of her, both gasping, for air.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, rolling off her sweaty fucked-out body. "You're a wildcat."

With her senses returning to normal, Joanne remembered the detective. A shivery sigh escaped her parted lips. "You're not so bad yourself." It would certainly make for some interesting discussions with her husband. She could just see his face as he looked through what she hoped were good clear pictures.

Although she enjoyed this immensely, the main idea of this adulterous deed was to pay Brad back for not trusting her. She stood up and retrieved her dress, always mindful of the detective and his camera.

"I'm starved," Grant said, standing up and fixing his pants. "Fucking you, gave me a helleva appetite."

Joanne laughed. "Me too. I'm famished." She slipped the dress over her head and adjusted the clinging material to her sated body. "Suppose we eat, then go to your place for the rest of the day?" She took his arm and they walked down the small hill together, heading for her car.

"I couldn't have said it better." He squeezed her arms. "This is certainly going to be a day to remember."

"It certainly is," Joanne said, slipping into the driver's seat. "It certainly is!"

CHAPTER TWO

Joanne rolled lazily over on her back and stretched, knocking the silk sheets off her tits. She blinked, enjoying the warm rays of the sun streaming in through the side windows of the bedroom, warming her tittie flesh. Throwing back the pink sheets, she climbed out of the bed, remembering yesterday and the exquisite pleasure she had enjoyed with Grant and his perpetual hard-on. She shivered, the memory of the detective and her despicable husband still fresh in her mind.