The Mocha Club... A Wife's Awakening

"Get out of the car..."

Fran's eyes went wide with alarm. She stared out of the passenger-side window—it was raining hard now—and then back at Didi.

"What?" she managed to stammer through her pink haze of confusion.

Didi just laughed at her. Cupping the other woman's chin, she stared deeply into her eyes and used two fingers to force her mouth open. There was no resistance. Her eyes narrowed as she spit onto Fran's tongue, making her swallow before kissing her deeply.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm not leaving you here," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck you. Outside. Now. I'll let you decide how you want to be fucked. Just get in any position you want and get that pussy ready."

Fran's heels caught in the rubble and mud of the old track as she shuffled her way outside the car. She held onto the side of the vehicle to steady herself, turning her face away from the pounding droplets of heavy rain.

Within seconds her expensive clothes were plastered to her body, outlining every sweet curve. Her long hair was soaked through in an instant and matted her normally immaculate locks against her head.

Raindrops dripped from her hair onto her face and she brushed them away as she swung around. But even as she was half turned, Didi was on her like a hungry animal. She pushed Fran forward against the car, so forcefully that she had to put her hands out onto the bonnet to stop herself from being hurt.

"Here, baby," she rasped, reaching under the hem of Fran's dress and practically ripping her skimpy thong from her heaving body;

"This where you are going to get fucked."

The words bounced around Fran's hazy brain. It wouldn't be the first time she had been fucked in the rain over a car bonnet. But in those distant days, it had been after long nights of petting with Rubes. She could barely remember now...

This was different. She needed this and she needed it now, despite the consequences. They were insignificant right now. The heat inside her body was rising to temperatures that were out of her control. The craving to obey, to do what she'd been told, was overwhelming. So was the anticipation of having that thick black cock inside her. Didi had read her right all along.