Mark Williams

Dog-style wives

CHAPTER ONE

"Are you trying to get us arrested?" Shelley Ordwell's voice was too full of restrained laughter to be a rebuke.

"Not me!" Ross Ordwell leaned to his left and peered closely at his wife's uncovered tits. He had removed her halter as she drove the big station wagon over the county highway, and now he could admire the ripe firmness of the exposed jugs at close range. "You're doing the driving, Shel!"

"Sure, and when some patrolman pulls me over to ask why I'm half-naked, you'll just sit there and watch the fun. I know you!"

"The turn-off's just around the next curve," he told her. "You'll be driving up Harp Lake Road before you know it. And no patrolmen use that road." He unfastened the waist of her shorts and started to work them down off her hips.

"Ross!" she shrieked. "Can't you wait until we get there?" Again, her voice held more amusement than irritation, and she lifted her ass as she held her weight on the steering wheel; she was too fond of those shorts to have them torn.

"No, by God!" he answered, slipping the garment down over her sleek thighs and letting them fall to drape loosely around her trim ankles and calves. "When this car stops, I want to be ready for a wild fuck. I've been horny and hard ever since we left the freeway!"

Shelley kicked off her left shoe and worked her foot free of the clinging shorts, thankful that the vehicle had automatic transmission. She shifted her freed left foot to the gas pedal while she extricated her right foot from the wad of dust-covered fabric that had been, moments before, her favorite shorts – fresh from the wash. As she got her right foot back on the gas pedal, Ross put his lips over her right nipple and sucked at it hungrily.

"Ross!" she yelled. The surprise made her foot press down in reflex, accelerating their rate of travel just as she wanted to slow down for the turn-off. Her right arm clamped down on his neck, and she held it tightly within the crook of her elbow as she braked, signaled and turned off onto the side road that led to Harp Lake.

She stopped the car twenty feet from the county road and Ross got out to unlock the big steel gate in front of them. Shelley drove through and, while Ross closed and locked the gate, she let up on the brake, allowing the vehicle to steal slowly away from him.

"Hey!" he yelled, running to catch up and climbing inside to sit beside her, laughing and panting. "For a second, I thought you were going to drive off and leave me."