"Here, baby," he said, slipping in beside her with fresh drinks. "Drink up and we'll…"

"What about your wife?"

"She's out of town."

She leaned into him, forgetting about her drink. "Hold me, Frank." She put her hand back on his crotch and tilted her head, her hungry lips waiting for his mouth.

Frank crushed his mouth to hers, amazed by her ardor as she gobbled voraciously on his dips and tongue as he plunged into her eager wetness. His hand came around her, his fingers clutching her slim neck, his other hand dropping to her lap, searching, then finding the bare flesh of her thighs.

Gretchen feasted on his mouth, hot flames of passion tilling the spongy wetness of her cunt. She squeezed his cock and chewed his tongue. As his hand found the moistness of her crotch, she broke the kiss, her dark blue eyes glowing, face flushed, and breath coming in short gasps.

"I'm creaming," she panted as she squirmed on the leather seat.

"I can tell," he rasped, plunging his finger up through her pussy gash. Her panties kept him from completing the jabbing finger-fuck. He brought his hand away from her neck and dropped it to her heaving tits. He squeezed, she whimpered. He gouged through her panties and she moaned. "You ready to come to my place?"

"I'm ready," she hissed, bringing her mouth to his ear again. "I'm ready to cum right here." She soaked his ear in spit, then sunk her teeth into his neck. "You game?" She was wild, reckless, not caring about a thing except revenge and her own pleasure.

"Are you nuts? Here?" His head was reeling. She had him crazy.

"Unless you're chicken," she taunted, leaning back into the soft leather.