...The smell of your skin lingers on me now.

Hannah Buckner punched off the radio and cranked up the air conditioner. She turned one vent on her face and tried like hell to get the other one pointed toward her hot, damp pussy.

Another happy high desert day with temperatures soaring off the charts, physically and emotionally. The last thing she needed was to think about Danny’s scent lingering on her right now. She imagined him nuzzling that extra sensitive place on her neck just below her ear, kneading it with his lips while his fingers kneaded her ass…or gave that a couple of sharp whacks to get her juices flowing.

She shivered despite the heat. Nipples beaded. Her pussy…

No, can’t think about that. Later, yes. But not now when her emotions danced on a razor’s edge from work and countless phone calls, emails, and visits from other lonely, frustrated wives. It was a wonder she’d gotten any work done.

Need rippled through her again at the thought of Danny’s strong body pressing hers into the mattress. His weight could crush her. Instead, she felt power in him possessing her. Gloried in the way he took her, yet protected her as well. He knew how to take domination to the very edge and still make her feel safe, hungered for, and in charge.

How such a big man could be so gentle and so damn powerful…

How such a gentle man could wear out her ass with a good, long spanking and then give her the fucking of her life…

Another shiver rattled through her. Want clenched every fiber of her being. Her sweat-dampened crotch added more moisture to her panties. The smell of her juices slammed into her nose. Hannah flicked the air to high, unbuttoned the top of her sundress and then pulled the skirt up her thighs to get cool. It didn’t help. Her hard clit nudged her panty crotch, begging for that stream of air on it…not to cool, but to help it come. Tempting, but…

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and wondered if the light was permanently stuck on red. Her cell phone shuddered and blasted out “Love Shack” for the tenth time since she’d left work. Another wife calling to complain about whatever. Hannah didn’t mind up to a point, but the constant bitching was ridiculous. Hello…her husband was deployed, too. She was lonely, sad, and frightened, too.

And horny…don’t forget horny.

Hannah pressed her lips tight. No, she wouldn’t forget that. But it went way beyond just being horny. How could she explain to anyone the sheer perfection of being with Danny? Who would listen to how she still hadn’t washed the pillowcase he’d last slept on three months ago? Who would understand how she clutched his pillow to her breasts each night and inhaled the scent growing more elusive with every tick of the clock? Of how she’d sometimes wedge that same pillow between her thighs and pretend it was his head, his lips wandering her pussy lips, his tongue tracing every fold, sucking her clitoris until the orgasm rolled out of her?

She pressed her fingers to her aching clit and gave it a rub. Eyelids locked open, Hannah slid one finger under the elastic leg and circled the slippery pebble of flesh. God, that felt good. She could come right here, right now. Who’d know? She could be discreet. Danny got her off all the time in the car. Ordering her to peel down her panties, spread her legs, and lift her skirts. His hands would dive right in. Sometimes he’d order her to bring a dildo, tell her to plunge it deep and turn it on…and leave it there. He’d make her come at his leisure, her pleasure. Often he’d tell her to add a butt plug.