The Mocha Club... A Wife's Awakening

When she turned to look at the woman beside her again, Didi's grin widened even further. She was enjoying Fran's bemused reaction.

"You know, I'm very selective," she murmured, instinctively knowing which buttons to press. "You should be proud of yourself. Something or someone has to really pique my interest for me to want to explore them."

Fran gazed at her.

"I could tell, from the moment I saw you walk in."

She reached across with one hand and played with a loose strand of blonde hair.

"I've had some good cocksuckers in my time but you up there with the best, sweetheart."

The fingers playing with her hair suddenly tightened in her locks. As usual, Didi was reading the signs perfectly again. She casually rested one hand on the steering wheel as they hit a quiet bit of road and used the other to turn Fran's face towards her.

"The moment I saw you in that club, I wanted you in every single way I could get you," she said, a soft yet knowing smile on her face. "And look at you now. I just love the way you look in your work clothes..."

She nonchalantly slid the hand in Fran's hair downwards and cupped her ample breast through the fabric of her satin top. She manipulated it, flicking the hard nipple with her thumb, as if daring Fran to resist. Instead, she just moaned softly.

Didi continued. Her hand left Fran's breast and dropped to her lap. "I can love you and fuck you all day long when you look like that. You'd love that too, huh?"

She began to tug the hem of Fran's skirt upwards. Fran didn't resist. The woman's powerful way of talking made her want to obey, to do anything that firm tone asked of her.

"Why don't we pull up that dress and let me see you in just those panties?"

Fran felt faint. It was as if Didi's voice was the only thing cutting through the pink fog of lust filling her brain. It was intoxicating.

She looked down slowly as the dark hand dragged the hem of her dress up her smooth thighs, exposing her black lace thong. It was as if she was mesmerized. Didi took her thong between her fingers and yanked the material, letting out a playful laugh as it moved between Fran's lips.