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A shiver of delight zipped through
Kimberly’s body, the longed-for sexy words as delectable as any caress.
“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He stopped in the shadows by
the car door and wrapped her in his arms. “This damn Spice Rack and the thought
of what each jar might contain has got me feeling like a horny teenager.” He
kissed her hard and fast. “We should get ourselves home ASAP and open another
jar.”

“Just what I was thinking. And should we
make it a seriously hot chili one this time?” She waggled her eyebrows
suggestively and cupped his ass, hoping her father hadn’t decided to peek out
the curtains.

He grinned and there was a roguish glint in
his eyes, one that she hadn’t seen for a while. “I don’t care what it says in
the jar, because you, baby, are going to get it good.”

“I am?” Oh, what a promise. Kimberly could
barely control a delicious tremble of anticipation between her legs.

“Yep, with the bedroom lights on and no
holding back your screams of pleasure. I’m going to remind you how we used to…
Fuck.”

Kimberly slid her hands from his taut butt
and fisted his sweater at his lower back. She couldn’t remember when she’d last
heard Nate curse. But it didn’t offend her. Far from it. In fact it turned her
on.
Fuck.
She loved that word. It should be in their lives more often.
“Fuck,” she repeated.

He licked his lips. “Yes, we used to fuck
like crazy. Do you remember on our honeymoon? We didn’t come out of the hotel
room for three days. It was awesome.”

Kimberly nodded, remembering with wonderful
clarity how they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies to the max. His stamina in the
shower had been incredible and he’d eked out her first multiple orgasm. She’d
woken him with a blowjob, the best start to any day ever, he’d later said.
They’d also conceived Sophie, a condom having split during a particularly
strenuous doggy-style session on the balcony at three in the morning. “I
remember,” she whispered against his lips. “It
was
awesome.”

“It was how we were most of the time.” He
stroked his thumb over her cheek. “I still feel the same way about you, you know.
I don’t show it so much.
Can’t
show it so much but that doesn’t mean…”
His words trailed off.

“Doesn’t mean what?” She tipped her head
and studied the way he nibbled at his bottom lip.

“That when you walk into a room I don’t
imagine you naked. When you touch me, even just a hand on my arm, I don’t long
for more, much more. Because I do. I miss the old us.”

Damn, so did Kimberly. How could they have
let themselves get into this state?

“Not to say I’m not happy with how we are,”
he said hurriedly. “I am. You’re the only one for me, you have to know that,
not just for today, tomorrow, but forever.” He paused. “But we’re still young,
in love and, if that kiss an hour ago is anything to go by, we’re still in
lust.”

“Sure, we’re still in lust.” Squeezing a little
tighter against him, she felt a hard package behind the fly of his jeans.
“Nate! We’re at my parents’.”

He grinned and rubbed his pelvis against
her, just a little, the tiniest amount. “I can’t help it. Just talking about
fucking you has made me hard enough to hammer nails.”

Kimberly giggled. “Well, we’d best get you
home so you can start hammering.”

He gave a snort of laughter. “Yeah, let’s
ditch the movie.”

“There was never a movie.” Kimberly batted
his arm and leapt into the car. The sooner they got home the sooner the fun
would start. She could hardly wait.

Nate pulled away from the curb, his
transition up the gears more rapid than usual. Kimberly glanced at his face.
His jaw was set at a steely angle and his lips were pressed tight. As the amber
glow of the streetlamps slid over his profile she could see his nostrils
flaring as he breathed.

She squirmed on the seat, heat flooding
between her legs. The need to have him above her, ramming into her, giving in
to desire, was too much to bear. She could imagine it so clearly, what they
would be doing the very minute they got home. Naked, sweaty, tearing at each
other’s clothes—their hunt for satisfaction a wild frenzy as basic instincts
took over every thought and movement. They may have to get the first one out of
the way before they opened the second spice jar.

Kimberly pressed her legs together and
continued to stare at her husband. His fingers gripped the wheel, his biceps
tensing to bricks beneath his sweater, their outline clear. She let her gaze slip
lower, to his groin. The lap belt cut across his waistband, bunching his top
slightly. Beneath that there was a healthy bulge.

“Nate,” she said, sliding her hand onto his
thigh. A truly sinful idea had just popped into her head. It would be the
answer to their problem. But could she turn it into reality?

He tensed but kept his eyes on the road.
“Yep?”

“You know that spice jar?”

“Yep.”

“How it said express your love on the
move.”

“Yep.” He glanced across at her. His eyes
narrowed briefly then he turned his attention back to the near empty highway
that led to the outskirts of town.

“I have an idea.” Kimberly undid her belt
and sidled into the middle section of the bench-style seat. “I think I know how
we can fulfill the challenge before moving on to the next one.”

“Baby, there’s nowhere to stop around here
without having the cops pull up within a few minutes.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She slid her
hand higher, up his thigh and onto the solid stretch of denim that was
straining against his cock.

“Ah Jesus, careful, Kim.”

Kimberly ignored him and gave the
impressive swelling in his groin a stroke and a squeeze.

“Shit, like I said, be careful. I haven’t
been this hot for it in a while. I might just come in my pants.” He shifted on
the seat.

“Ah, poor Nate.” She barely suppressed a
giggle.

“Yes, poor Nate. These damn jeans—it’s
getting pretty uncomfortable.” He scowled at her. “And you’re not helping.”

“But I think I can.” She licked her lips.

“Not for another twenty minutes you can’t,
not ’til we get home.”

“But this is perfect. I have a way to
express my love for you on the move. Right here, right now.” Carefully Kimberly
eased the buttons on Nate’s fly free, releasing some of the pressure the wedge
of flesh was causing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Again Nate
flashed his attention her way, but just for a second. The road was long and
straight but it was a fast route and known for deer wandering across the lanes.
“Kim?”

“I’m going to suck you off, Nate. Now,
while you’re driving us home.” Kimberly could hardly believe she’d said it.
Such crass words didn’t usually fall from her lips. She was a wife and mother,
the woman who worked part-time at the mall in an organic cosmetics shop. She’d
just told her husband she was going to suck him off as he drove them home!

“Kimberly.” There was shock in Nate’s tone.

“Don’t stress, let me do all the work. You
just keep your eyes on the road, Big Boy.” Oh wow, she was really getting into
the role. Big Boy!

But it was only the truth. Ignoring the
long hiss of breath Nate released, Kimberly tugged his thick shaft free from
his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t quite gain access to his balls but that was
okay, she’d give them some special attention later. When they were both
completely naked and nothing hampered her way.

“We could get into a lot of shit for this,”
Nate said, lifting his right arm slightly so Kimberly could slot her head and
shoulders onto his lap.

“It’s a risk we’ll have to take. We can’t
afford to join the mile high club, but we can become members of the highway club.”
She snickered and let her upper body settle on the hardness of his thighs.

His cock head was right there for the
taking. She couldn’t remember when she’d last treated Nate to oral sex. His
birthday a few months ago maybe? No, that hadn’t been this year, perhaps last
or, she thought shamefully, the year before.

Poor Nate. She’d been a terrible wife.
Every guy deserved to have oral adoration bestowed upon the favorite part of
his anatomy every now and then. But it was okay, because that was all going to
change right now. She’d treat him to the best goddamn head he’d ever received
in his life. She’d blow not just his cock but also his mind.

After licking her lips, she swiped her
tongue over his slit, drawing in the musky, heated flavor of him. Fuck, she’d
missed that.

His cock twitched as though the wet contact
had surprised him. “Kim, baby…”

Kimberly slipped her tongue around his
glans, delving into every smooth ridge and then flicking over the taut band of
skin on the underside. He was so hard and solid, more beautiful than she
remembered.

She shut her eyes, let the drone of the
engine fade into the background and ignored the small rumbles of the road
vibrating through her body.

Nate’s hips canted upward, just a little,
as though seeking more. Kimberly didn’t need to be asked twice. She stretched
her mouth into a wide “O” and sank to his root. The feel of him filling her
mouth to capacity was incredible. Why hadn’t she indulged in this at every
opportunity they had?

A sudden jolt as if the car had hit a pothole
almost dislodged him from her mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Nate said, resting his hand
on her head for the briefest of moments. “That’s too good. I can hardly
concentrate.”

She withdrew. “You’ll be fine,” she said.
“We have to do this on the move, remember. Just keep driving straight ahead.”

“I don’t know if I—”

Kimberly was determined. She fed him deep
into her mouth again, cushioning his length with her tongue, hugging and
massaging him with adoring strokes.

His moan of appreciation rattled around the
interior of the car and settled in her chest. Oh, he liked that all right, the
licks and swirls, the strength of her tongue against his shaft. The slight
suction she’d created to draw him deeper.

She carried on, lost in her task, circling
the base of his stalk with her finger and thumb and rubbing and squeezing,
caressing the section of cock not in her mouth.

He was so bloated now, the fatness of his
erection stretched her jaw wide.

They hit another hole. Nate cursed and
grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pushed her head deeper into his lap.

Kimberly had never known a thrill like it.
He wanted so much more. Had to have it and there was only her, his wife, who
could do the job. She allowed him to exert more pressure, taking him so deep
she could feel the tickle of her gag reflex getting ready to react. But she
didn’t care. The first sweet drips of pre-cum were coating her palate. Soon he
would explode, he didn’t get much harder than he was right now.

“Get ready for it… Ah…yeah.” Nate groaned
above her.

Another jolt unsteadied her on his lap. The
car swerved to the right and she was forced to put a hand onto his stomach to
steady herself. But with great pride, she didn’t let his cock slip from her
hungry mouth.

“Baby, I’m going to, ah… Fuck it.”

The explosion was rapid, almost violent the
way his cum shot thickly into her throat. Kimberly swallowed, catching snippets
of breath when she could, and kept on working him.

Nate was thrusting his hips toward her,
shifting her on his lap. She took him deeper still and was rewarded with a
wonderful moan of bliss that drowned out the sounds around her.

Almost.

One sound was becoming louder and louder.
The wail, unmistakable.

Kimberly opened her eyes and saw a red and
blue flash wash over Nate’s black sweater.

Damn.

Quickly she let him fall from her mouth
into her waiting palm.

“Shit.” Nate said. “Shit, shit, shit.” He
shoved at her. “Sit up, goddamn it. Oh fuck.”

Kimberly sat upright, grabbed her seat belt
and buckled up. Her heart was pounding, her breaths short and sharp. The taste
of Nate still coated her tongue and she wiped at the corner of her lips,
checking for stray splashes of cum.

Nate was slowing now, drawing the car to a
halt on the side of the road.

“Fucking hell, Kim. I told you not to do
it. Now look at the fucking mess we’re in.”

“You weren’t complaining ten seconds ago.”
Kimberly crossed her arms and watched the neon lights trace the dash.

“Ten seconds ago I wouldn’t have complained
if a nuclear bomb had gone off.” He scrabbled with his jeans buttons. “Shit.”

A tap on the window grabbed Kimberly’s
attention, as did the bright beam of flashlight that homed in on Nate’s hands
doing up his fly.

Kimberly gulped. Pretty damn incriminating
if the cop had a dirty mind.

“Good evening, Officer,” Nate said, winding
down the window. He took a deep breath, gave a winning smile and placed his
hands back on the wheel.

“Not particularly,” the cop said. “I’m just
taking this prisoner transportation van from one station to the other, minding
my own business because I want to get home to the fajitas my wife has promised
me, and then I see you, driving like a lunatic all over the road.”

“I’m sorry, Officer. I think there might be
something wrong with the car. It’s a little unsteady. I’ll get it checked out
tomorrow morning.”

“Mmm, the odd thing is…” The officer swept
the beam of light over Kimberly.

She pursed her lips and knotted her fingers
in her lap. Tried her best to hold his stare and look innocent.

He flicked the light back at Nate’s face.

Nate blinked rapidly.

“I thought you, sir, were alone.” He raised
his eyebrows. “But it seems that really isn’t the case.”

“My wife and I are just going home,” Nate
said. “We only live in Harbor View. Not much farther.”