Chapter 1

Dan

As the open-topped convertible barreled along the empty desert highway, Dan swept a lock of light brown hair from his sunbaked face and peered over at his wife. Stretched out in the passenger seat with her long toned legs splayed out, Daisy wore only a tiny pleated skirt and a thin—very thin—fluttering ivory blouse. The fierce sunlight seared her glistening tanned skin. As her long blonde ponytail whipped in the breeze behind her, Dan exhaled and grinned.

God, I’m lucky.

In college, where they’d met, she’d been a dancer for the basketball team. Dan, the quintessential nerd, was a computer science major. In one of those freak twists of fate, they’d bumped into each other at the campus coffee shop. He’d overheard her saying she needed help with math. At that point in his isolated life, he’d needed—anybody, so he’d overcome his fear and offered to help. It’d been awkward, but she’d smiled as she left. While he’d been enamored with her, not a single friend thought they’d ever hook up. But to his, and his friends, great surprise, Daisy had apparently taken a liking to him and “bumped” into him again. They’d hit it off.

And so, now, here they were, less than a year later. He sighed at the glint of her diamond ring and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. In order for him to take this new job, Daisy agreed to a rushed wedding. After cramming what little they owned into the trunk, the pair were now racing across the country to their new home. At first, they were excited and enamored by the scenery, but after crossing the seemingly millionth mile of almost featureless desert, they both were bored.

With another glance, an idea to break the boredom flashed into Dan’s sun-fried mind. Would she want to play? One way to find out. In the rearview mirror, Dan caught his impish grin when he slid a finger over the silky warmth of his wife’s gleaming arm. While yawning and stretching, her long manicured red nails shined in the sunlight. His breath caught in his throat as the shapely swell of her chest bowed upwards.

Very lucky.

“Hey, sweetie. How about giving me something else to stare at than the desert?”

While one hand shaded her fluttering eyes, Daisy rolled her head to face him. When her brilliant blue eyes shined over at him through her long lashes, his heart thumped in his chest.

“Like what?” she asked with a smile.

While Dan’s gaze swept over her lean physique, his wife bit the corner of her lower lip. Dan raised an eyebrow.

Daisy frowned. “Out here? No way.”

A laugh escaped Dan, and he waved his hand around. “Who’s gonna see you, Daisy? There’s nuthin’ out here.”

Daisy scanned the barren landscape and the long empty black ribbon of highway before and behind them before returning to him. Even under the effects of the sun, Dan swallowed when her face turned that cute shade of pink. He knew that look—that pink. She was going to do it!

When Daisy moved her long fingers to the top button of her blouse, Dan licked his lips and looked up the road. Honestly, at that point, he doubted she’d actually do much. Though she used to dance in a tiny skirt and skimpy top at basketball games, she hadn’t showed herself off since then.

While trying to focus on the endless strip of narrow asphalt, his eyes kept shifting to follow each slow release of a button. With a devilish grin fixed on her reddening face, Daisy remained fixed on him, teasing each slice of thin flapping material before descending to the next button. At every newly revealed inch of glistening pale skin, his heart pounded and his shorts became tighter. While chewing on her lower lip, at last his wife held the open blouse halves flapping in her hands, playfully rubbing them over her lacy bra. Tiny beads of sweat coated her tanned, and untanned pale, skin.

“Tease.” Dan smiled.

With a musical laugh, Daisy arched upward and ripped the thin material away before tossing it in the back seat. Stunned at her swift motion, the car swerved when his wife’s full chest jiggled under the delicate black lace bra.

Though his cock swelled instantly, it took a second for his brain to react. After a nervous swallow, he glanced at her. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

After blowing him a kiss, Daisy, a grin on her luscious red lips, reclined in the shiny black seat and closed her eyes. For a while, they drove on in silence, the open-top letting hot, dry drafts buffet them as they rolled along. But soon, Dan debated pushing his luck. Though Daisy would never go for it, something urged him to try. Curiosity? Arousal? More boredom?

Once more wearing the impish smile, Dan exhaled and asked as calmly as possible. “That’s it?”

After opening one long-lashed eye, his wife stared at him.

All or nothing.

While blood rushed to his head—both heads—Dan nodded at her skirt just as a sweeping cloud high in the bright blue sky engulfed them in a patch of relatively cool shade.

“Really?” She lolled her head to open the other eye.

Dan shrugged and smiled. “You’re the one who’s gonna have the weird tan.”

There was no way that reasoning would convince...

Air caught in his throat when Daisy raised her butt from the seat. As soon as her long, red fingernails slipped along the waistband, Dan’s crotch pulsed. His eyes flicked to hers. As her smile broadened, he chuckled at his teasing wife. She loved putting on a show for him and could be such a little minx, when she wanted—and she wanted.

As if she heard his thought, his wife stuck out her cute pink tongue and waggled her waistband with her fingers. At first, Dan chuckled as she toyed with him, but gasped when she flung the skirt down her legs and flung it to the back seat. His heart stopped—then restarted. At his shocked expression, she laughed aloud.

While chewing her lip, Daisy regathered her flowing ponytail. “There. Happy?” Another laugh burst from her before looking at his crotch, raising an eyebrow, and adding. “Oh, never mind. I can see you’re happy.”

A long column of oncoming vehicles appeared in the distance and Dan reluctantly tore his eyes from her to focus on the road. Just as a pair of eighteen wheelers passed them, air flew from Dan’s mouth. His wife’s fingernail raked the shorts over the tip of his hard-on and pressed into the spongy head.

“I’m going to make you even happier later.”

At her sultry voice, Dan gulped, and then that strange faint shadow of unease flitted inside him. While their lovemaking was magical, he wasn’t entirely convinced she was as inexperienced as she admitted. For his part, other than one hand job in high-school—a “mercy” hand job—his date had called it, he’d been with nobody before her. With a sigh, he looked over at his playful wife, skin glistening in her scanty black lace, and grinned. No matter what had or hadn’t happened before him, Daisy definitely made him happy every time they were together.

After a quick peck on his cheek, Daisy lifted her finger and settled back under the sun. Soon, the rise and fall of her full, lace-covered breasts mesmerized Dan. The newly exposed, gleaming pink skin of his wife was a far, far better view than the desert. Every drip of sweat glittered as it rolled off the most beautiful woman in the world. Just as he exhaled and allowed himself to relax, he caught sight of a truck in his rearview, coming up fast. As his hands clamped the wheel, his chest tightened. In mere seconds, the massive white cab moved past them, sinking their compact car into shadow as it roared past.

Bracing against the buffeting wind, Dan gripped the wheel and lifted his foot from the accelerator to let it pass. It moved ahead while Dan waited. When it slowed, Dan’s eyebrows furled as he strove to keep the little car in its lane. The car shuddered, and the wheel kept lurching in his grip as the cab drifted back to keep pace with them. After risking a quick glance upward, he spotted a brilliant flash of white teeth in a smiling basalt face.

The man’s eyes were not on him.

Oh shit! Daisy!

Clutching the wheel, Dan glanced at his wife, sweat dripping down her gleaming, scantily clad frame as she slept. Barely concealed by black lace, the white flesh of her full breasts shined pink. And with her legs spread wide, her entire crotch was exposed to the man’s ogling view. With a gulp, Dan looked up at the truck.

The window had been lowered and the passenger’s gaze shifted to Dan. Motioning with his hands; the man gestured for his wife to remove her top. As the ebon man’s smile widened, Dan’s heart slammed into his chest. And then, nervous or not, Dan chuckled. Oh, sure, mister, like she’d show herself to you.

As soon as Daisy awoke, she’d scream and cover herself. It would mortify his sweet little Daisy to know she was being ogled in her tiny black lace undies.

Smile still on his face, Dan turned to her. And his world shifted. Those amazing blue eyes were open, fixed on the pacing truck—they flicked to him. His wife hadn’t moved to conceal herself. Indeed, she hadn’t moved—at all. Daisy’s gleaming tanned legs remained outstretched, with her shiny tanned arms draped at her sides. As her lace-covered chest rose and fell, glinting droplets of perspiration twinkled in the bright sunshine.

As he crinkled his brow, Dan was perplexed. Maybe she didn’t understand what the man’s gestures meant? After licking his lips, Dan gripped the wheel tighter and called out over the noise of the roaring truck engine. “He wants you to take off your bra.”

After peeling herself from the sticky ebon leather, her eyes locked on the man in the truck, she leaned in. “Should I?”

Dan’s brain locked up. As he struggled for words, his parted lips flapped in the breeze. His Daisy was asking if she should flash a stranger. As a shiver rippled up his spine, his cock surged.

Dan had never ... Well, one time he’d asked her to wear something sexier. And, oh boy, had she ever. The miniscule red micro-dress she’d worn to his birthday party impressed his friends. While all of them remained unconvinced they’d make it as a couple, at least she’d enthralled them. So, he’d enjoyed showing her off—once. And they’d made love like wild animals once they’d returned home.

But out here? For a stranger? She wouldn’t do it. No way. She’d done it only just the one time. And she’d been dressed—sexy as fuck—but dressed. After looking around, he gulped. His cock throbbed and his brain jangled. What harm would it be? They’d never see this guy again and tonight would be a repeat of that other night. Daisy would be wild-eyed crazy in bed.

Still, when Dan finally spoke, half, or more, of his mind, was stunned as the words spilled from his lips. “It’s, uh, your body. I’ve said before you should show it off.”

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