After coffee and toast, Joanne walked outside into the warm morning air and climbed into her car. "Let's see what we can do for you today, Mr. Detective." She slammed the door and started the motor, anxious to begin a new day of adventure and adultery.

Toying with the detective, she burned rubber backing out of the driveway as if she were going to pull away in a blur. Instead, she laughed and eased it into drive and coasted past the detective's car while looking in. She got a good look before he turn his head. "Maybe I'll fuck you," she mouthed, giving the car some gas as she reached the corner and turned. "Then, what will you tell my husband?" she laughed and headed down the empty street, wondering where she would find her mystery cock for the day.

She looked at the gauge, seeing the gas tank was almost empty. Up ahead was the service station that she and Brad always used. A smile brightened her face. Earl, the mechanic, is always giving me the eye. Why not?

Tingling with excitement, remembering Earl's rugged appearance, Joanne gunned the motor, speeding, then hitting the brake, she screeched into the empty garage, her tires squealing in protest. She skidded to a stop, climbed out of her car, and looked around. "Anybody here?" she called.

She walked to the opened garage door and peered outside, making sure the detective didn't miss her and to see if Earl was around or anyone else for that matter. She saw the now-familiar car of the detective across the wide street, the private eye waiting, his motor running. It warmed her heart to know she was going to have an audience again, an audience she enjoyed playing to. She turned, just as Earl came up behind her. "Ooooh, you startled me."

"Sorry, Mrs. Benson," Earl said, ogling the beautiful housewife. "What can I do for you today?" He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't want any flak from his boss about playing around with the customers.