"Jeez – we can't go home in this," Jason said.

He had a hard-on, and her pussy was steaming from the dance-floor action. They stood by the door, as frustrated as Richard and Anna, who just happened to be parked outside their suburban home.

John Knight, the tall, handsome guy who owned the Riverview Inn, wandered over.

He had a bulge in his pants, too.

Knight, like Richard and Anna, had been watching the slow dancing and getting turned on.

He smiled diffidently.

"I got a room upstairs. You're welcome to spend the night here. Only, uh, only there's just one bed."

They looked at him and he shrugged.

"It's a big bed, though," he added. "Plenty of room for the three of us."

"That will be okay, won't it, darling?" Claire asked her husband.

"Sure – it'll be a ball," Jason replied. John Knight had struck it lucky.

Barbara Curtis had her tongue down Nick Hannible's throat when the telephone rang.

She broke off the embrace with a sigh and went over to answer it. If she had looked out the window, she would have seen a strange car parked in front of the house, but it would have meant nothing to her – yet.

She picked up the phone and spoke briefly.

When she returned to the couch, she was smiling with delight.

"That was my mom," Barbara said. Nick arched his eyebrows. "They aren't coming home tonight, darling," she added significantly.

"Oh, wow!" Nick cried. "Can I stay?"

"Oh, yeah!"

And so the cast was assembled and the stage was set.

The storm had created a drama of desire…

CHAPTER TWO

If they couldn't see out of the car, conversely no one could see in and so, although they were parked in a residential neighborhood, the Wellingtons were safe from prying eyes, and Anna had no qualms at all about sucking her husband's prick as they sat in the car.