She wanted to make sure that she stayed horny.

And, although she knew it was cruel of her to send him on his way with his prick aroused, that couldn't be helped. She would never have considered it if Dan had been going into the city, where frustration might well lead him into the arms of another woman.

But he could hardly get into any trouble in the woods with his boss, she figured.

In that, though, Diana was mistaken.

Because, although she didn't know it, nor did Dan – yet – Mr. Gordon had some very strange ideas on what sort of duties merited promotion.

So did Mrs. Gordon.

Diana ground her sensual lips on Dan's mouth and their tongues slid back and forth, entwining like moist serpents mating in a cavern. He held her around the ass and she arched, rolling her belly and bush against the outline of his hard-on through the heavy wool of his pants. Her nipples were getting explosive, her clit was throbbing and cunt cream was streaming down her inner thighs. His cock bucked like a bronco on her belly.

Diana knew that if she continued with this heated embrace, she was liable to cream off and Dan was quite at risk of shooting in his pants.

With a wistful sigh, she disengaged. Dan gave her a wry look and went out, walking rather awkwardly, his cock jutting out like a pole and his thighs bowed around his balls.

Diana stood in the doorway until her husband got in the car and drove off, smoke spilling from the exhaust in the crisp morning air.

It was still very early.

And that was good – because naughty Diana had a lot of things to do today.

CHAPTER FOUR

Jimmy was still lying in bed on his back, his unmilked hard-on lifting the sheet high over his loins, when his mother walked into his room.

The boy blushed and quickly jerked his knees up to hide the incriminating condition of his prick – but it had not escaped Diana's full attention.