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She takes a black man as her lover, with husband's approval.

you'd think that I'd be fine, being married. But my wife hasn't been in the mood much for, well, a couple of years. And when she does, it's just you're basic missionary without much else. Handjobs, blowjobs, hell, those haven't happened since before kids."

"Shame," said Lisa. "So, what do you think of the defensive coach for the Broncos."

With that, they switched topics, but the seeds had been planted.

That was the morning drive. At 5:00, when Mike swung by Lisa's building, she had a devilish glint in her eyes.

When they got to the car, Lisa slipped into the passenger seat and looked straight forward out of the windshield, speaking uncomfortably.

"Mike, I'm going to say this once," she said. "I'd like to give you a handjob. No strings. No expectations. Just a straight up sexual favor. I think we both want something that the other person has."

"But..." started Mike.

"No discussion," said Lisa. "This is a yes, or no scenario. 'Yes', we do this. 'No', we drive home, I never said anything, and we're just carpool buddies like before."

"Okay," said Mike.

He put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot. He detected the slight disappointment in Lisa's face.

Any other day in his life, he would have said no. But given how things were going with Marcia, and how the conversation had gone that very morning, he decided to dive in.

One they were on the road, he put the car in cruise control and lifted his ass off the seat to unzip his pants.

"Well, go on then," he said.

"Yes!" said Lisa, giving a slight fist pump.

They both stared forward, watching the road as Lisa's hand slipped over and began to work his cock out of his underwear.

"Mmm... somebody's ready," she purred.

"Somebody's been ready since this morning when you dropped that bomb about needing cock," said Mike.

"Oh my, what treasures have you been hiding," said Lisa as Mike's manhood sprung free of its restraints.

She was no longer watching the road. She was now eyeing his shaft hungrily.

"Fuck, you've got a beautiful cock," she said.

"Well, I don't know if I'll win any prizes for size," said Mike.

"What is it with dudes and 'size'?" she quipped. "Get over it. Besides, you might not win a prize for being the biggest but you sure wouldn't lose a contest either. That is more than a handful my friend. Yum."

Her hand was now wrapped around his shaft. She had smallish hands, and his cock certainly profited by comparison.

Mike groaned as her hand began gliding slowly up and down his shaft. Her grip was firm and confident as the sheath of his skin began the pleasurable trip of compression and stretching.

"God, you're rock hard," she murmured as her eyes returned to watching the road. It was strangely erotic, the idea that they presented the vision of two people on a regular commute. Perhaps a keen observer might detect a slight motion of Lisa's left arm, but not if they weren't looking for it.

Mike was happy that they had a reverse commute, because he certainly wasn't in the proper mental state to negotiate any sort of road with heavy traffic.

"Fuck, Lisa," he groaned as she picked up the pace.

"You like that, huh?" she said. "You like getting a handjob from a younger woman? Do you like having a filthy cock slut taking care of you? Do you like how that makes you feel?"

"So much," Mike croaked.

It had been months since he'd had any such attention, and years since he'd had anyone talk dirty to him.

"You just let me know when you're close, okay baby."

Her hand moved faster, and faster. The only sounds in the car were of the 'thwack of her tiny fist as it plunged to the base of his shaft with each stroke. That, and the sound of Mike's ragged breath as the pleasure continued to grow.

It didn't take long. The excitement of the moment was intense. Plus Mike hadn't gotten any sort of action in nearly a month. He didn't stand a chance.

"Lisa, I'm close," he moaned.

"Ooh, good boy," she said. "How nice of you not to make me wait."

Mike's hips bucked and with lightning speed, Lisa's

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