“So how do you know he’s cheating on you?” Dolly leaned across the kitchen counter with an open bottle of Chardonnay.

Kat sat at the table shuffling cards. “The dumb-fuck posted a video of her on his Fans Page. And then the idiot bookmarked his laptop– led me right to her. Can you believe it? What an ass...”

Trisha reached for her cards. “And she’s one of the Sudsy Car-Wash Girls?”

“Yeah. It was on her tee-shirt.” Kat pulled a strand of black hair from her cheek and tucked it behind an ear. “He’s stepping-out with one of the Bubbles.”

Kat was younger than the other two but not by much. All three women were childless and on the slippery backside of thirty.

“I was kinda wondering why Steve was taking the Chev in twice a week,” Kat continued. “He used to only wash ‘n’ wax before a car show. More often than that, he said, was bad for the finish. Anyway he’s got a video of one of the Bubbles sitting on the front seat. She had her wet, Sudsy tee-shirt on. Her nipples looked like fuckin’ lug-bolts.”

“Could be she was vacuuming the mats,” Dolly offered.

“You’re not listening. She was wearing a tee-shirt. A toothy little thing. Curly blond ... in both places.”

“She wasn’t wearing the shorts?”

“Uh-uh. And he made a video from the backseat as she threw her leg over. She straddled the stick-shift like John Wayne mounting a horse.”

Trisha laughed. “Steve’s stick? Or the car’s?”

Kat gave her a sour look. “The car’s. Though I figure she must of got around to his. Eventually.”

“Eventually...”

“And to think I bought him that fancy shifter knob for his birthday and the next time I see it, some eighteen-year-old bimbo is spreading her twat around it.”

“Only eighteen?”

“I’m being generous. Sudsy hires them at sixteen and by nineteen a girl is considered too old to wash a windshield with her tits.”

“Well he’s got a nice one. Stick, I mean...”

“You should know,” Kat shot back.

“Hey, I don’t count. I met Steve and his shifter in school, years ago. Long before you ever married him.”

Kat looked at the cards she had dealt herself. “Yeah, I guess.”

Dolly, a pleasing woman with roundish features passed wine glasses around. “So what are you going to do? Kill him or divorce him?”

Kat gave her a grim smile. “Haven’t decided yet.”

“Say,” Trish interrupted, “you ever drive that car? The Chev?”

“Few times,” Kat replied. “Hate it. Too god-damned loud.”

“It’s those big pipes hanging out the back...”

“That and the size of the engine. It’s a three-hundred and something cubic inch. Passes everything on the highway ... except the gas station.”

“How old is it?”

“Don’t know. But the Chevy was built back when driving in your car was like sitting in a living-room with wheels, complete with leg room and bench seating ... when a girl could get laid without the inconvenience of crawling into the back.”

Dolly jumped at the sound of a sharp thud against the side of the house. “What the hell?” Her head jerked ‘round to look at the kitchen wall. “You got squirrels?”

Kat didn’t look up. “Damn Jamie-kid next door. Doesn’t know how to control a ball.”

“Baseball?” Trish asked.

Kat smirked. “Nothing as jock as a baseball. It’s one of those dime-store rubber balls. You know ... red, blue with a white stripe?”

“You sure it wasn’t a doll he threw at your house?”

“A doll?”

“Yeah. I was walking past the Jamison place on my way here last week. And Jamie is out front with a Barbie. He was kissing it.”

“A Barbie Doll?”

“Yeah,” Trish replied. “He had her dress down and was kissing her tits.”

“I didn’t know a Barbie Doll had tits,” Dolly snickered.

“Tiny mounds,” Trish said, “but no nips. Anyway the kid was kissing it. Definitely weird.”

“And what’s with those lips?” Dolly added. “I’m sorry, but a guy shouldn’t have cupidoll lips.”

Kat perked up. “What about Sylvester Stallone?”

“I rest my case,” Dolly said with finality. “Sick.”

Trish was staring at the table top. “I wonder if Jamie has a set of balls...”

“Like, you mean testicles?” Kat asked.

“Well yeah. The kid is definitely effeminate, right? Maybe his balls didn’t drop or something.”

“Or maybe no dick either,” Kat added. “Maybe Jamie has a beav.”

“You mean he’s a she?”

Kat humped a shoulder. “The son his father never took to a ball game. Anyway, it would be fun to find out, right?”

“Find out?” Trisha’s chin came up. “What’dyah mean, find out ... you gonna ask to take a look?”

“I wonder how big it is?” Dolly broke out in a smile. “Bet it looks like a worm wearing a turtleneck.”

Kat was toying with her wine glass. “You think he’d let us? I mean, if we asked politely?”

Trish was incensed. “You crazy? You’re gonna ask the kid to pull out his cock. Show it to us.”

“No ... no. Listen.” A sense of mischief ignited Kat’s face. “We get the kid alone and flirt with him a bit. You know, some touching, maybe a hug, stroke his hair, and see where it gets us.”

“You’re crazy,” Trish repeated.

“Maybe, but it could be interesting, don’t you think? I mean we’re all as bored as fuck. I haven’t slept with Steve in years and now find he’s getting his rocks off at the car-wash. Trish, you bowed out of marriage five years ago and haven’t had a man since. And Dolly admits to reading romance novels using a vibrator as a bookmark...”

“Hey,” Dolly squealed. “I was tipsy when I told you that. And you promised not to say anything.”

“Oh give it a rest,” Kat shot back. “We’ve all experimented. The point is we could stand some excitement and I think hitting on little Jamie would be a hoot. Just imagine the look I’ll get when I stick a tit into his face.”

“Oh geez,” Dolly suddenly grinned. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Sure. We’ll have a few drinks first, then get the kid alone. We’ll fool with him some, then ask him to pull it out. Trish? You with us?”

Trish looked up like she had just surfaced from a stroke. “He’s a kid. We could get into trouble.”

Kat pursed her lips. “I guess, if you think the little bugger will talk. But I think we can convince him to keep his mouth shut. Especially if he has a good time. And what guy wouldn’t, with three attractive, older women. I’m not opposed to helping him out with that. So I guess there’s some risk but nothing ventured, nothing gained. Well nurse Trish ... you up for conducting a naughty exploratory examination ... of Jamie’s genitalia?”

Trish didn’t look convinced. “So where would we do this?”

Kat thought a moment. Then broke out into a shit-eating grin. “My dumb-ass husband’s car.”

“The Chevy?”

“No place better,” Kat continued. “If it’s good enough for a Sudsy Bubble, it’s good enough for Jamie Jamison.”

The very next afternoon, Kat was on the prowl. Steve had flown down to Daytona for race-week and Kat had the house, and the Chevy, to herself. To celebrate, she got naked, spread herself across the bed, thought of Jamie and frigged herself off. She had showered after, dressed in leggy jeans and pumps and was now rolling down the street, working through the gears with her hand on the Chevy’s shifter knob.

It felt pretty good in the palm of her hand. The knob was hard, smooth plastic, a perfect, tear-drop sphere and Kat wondered what it would feel like, having it tucked up in there. “I guess I could ask the Bubble Girl,” she said to herself and grinned into the rear view mirror.

She passed the Jamison house, looked for Jamie but the front yard was empty. She was disappointed– something that didn’t surprise her. Kat had always sensed she was, somehow... over-sexed.

She got her first taste in high school where she rapidly gained a “reputation” as being easy. Her biology teacher had been the first to call her Black Widow because of her sultry, some said slutty looks and a passion for black. Jeans, blouses, skirts and shirts ... all were as black as her stringy hair. The nick name stuck until after graduation.

When she became engaged, Kat wondered if matrimonial commitment to Steve would stifle the boil-over. It didn’t.

He had the cool Chevy and to demonstrate her drummed-up interest, Kat had enrolled in Auto Repair, a night course at the local community college. She was delighted to find that she was the only girl in an otherwise, boring class.

During break one evening, she had accompanied the four smokers out into the parking lot, sipped coffee and listened to their silly jokes and sexual innuendos. When one of the boys asked pointblank what she wore under her overalls, she felt a familiar surge range through her loins and was compelled...

She gave him a wicked smile. “I’ll show you but only if you promise not to touch.”

“Shit, lady,” the boy scoffed, “anything...” And he shrugged, not really believing she’d show him a damned thing.

Well Kat surprised him. She quickly unbuttoned her overalls, shucked them off her shoulders and let the baggy canvas drop about her ankles. The boys gawked at the sight of dark nipples and curly black pubic hair.

Standing naked in the shadows and displaying all the confidence in the world, Kat just laughed. She kicked away the crumpled overalls, did a slow turn and, placing hands on cocked hips, asked, “Well?”

No one spoke for a moment– the boys just staring at her pale body clad only in gray socks and steel-capped work boots. She looked like a calendar girl for Snap-On Tools.

“Jesus lady,” one of the boys finally managed. “You dress like that all the time?”

“I like the freedom,” Kat replied. “Hope you’re not offended.”

The boy shook his head, eyes still riveted on generous breasts that looked coolly translucent in the moonlight. He watched her nipples twist hard in the damp night-air. “No ... no not offended at all. If you like to feel free ‘n’ easy, I’m not gonna be the one to complain.”

“Good,” Kat replied. “And I just might be persuaded to release you from the oath you took.”

“Oath?” The guy finally looked to catch her eyes.

“Yeah. The one where you promised not to tough me. But you have to hurry. Break’s almost over.” And Kat leaned back against the brick wall, crossed her arms over her head, twisted her wedding band and thrilled to the feel of four pairs of rough hands roaming over her body and up between her legs.

A shudder ranged low through Kat’s abdomen and her ass puckered as she remembered how wicked she felt, giving those four guys access to her body. She’d had multiple partners before but never all at once. Kat hit the accelerator and the Chevy rumbled under her butt adding a little something extra to feel wicked about.

She turned at the end of the block, getting a feel for the car, then headed back with an eye on the Jamison’s front yard. There still wasn’t any sign of Jamie and feeling a bit cheated, she slowed as she approached her driveway.

But then a new thought struck her and she felt a wide grin split her face. The Sudsy Car-Wash, she thought. Time to check out her husband’s new dick-diviner.

Sudsy enthusiasm was running high. Kat pulled into the lineup and watched a dozen Bubble Girls toss soapy water over cars and each other. The only bra on the lot was the one she was wearing. The Bubbles were dressed in tee-shirts and red short-shorts and looked like a gaggle of leggy shorebirds, laughing and darting between cars with their buckets and sponges. The sight of them left Kat feeling envious and thinking of how wonderful it would feel to be eighteen again.

The Chevy got hooked-up to the conveyor and Kat was pulled inside, through torrents of steamy water and whirling brushes. When she was deposited back into the sunshine, Kat was met by another brigade of Bubble Girls– a slew of curvy legs and sassy nipples revealed beneath wet, white cotton. Armed with shammies, the girls buffed the car until the wax glistened.

A curly blond head came up. The girl recognized the car and her lips parted over a sensual over-bite. Kat knew that smile and resisted the urge to duck, quickly realizing the Bubble Girl couldn’t make her out through the heavily tinted windows.

Kat watched shamelessly, interested now, in her husband’s taste in girls. The gay little Bubble had small but nicely defined tits with large nipples. And pale thigh muscle bulged in the openings of her shorts. Her pubis looked heavy and ripe-for-the-picking and wet pubic hair had escaped– the saucy curls sticking to the inside of the girl’s wet leg.

So this is want he settled on– as a replacement for my pussy. Well, Kat conceded, he had chosen pretty well. There’re not many miles on that clock, she thought, still looking at the bulge in the girl’s shorts. And Bubble didn’t look nearly as sluttish as she did in the video when she was squatting over the Chevy’s manual shifter, holding her vaginal lips open and rotating on the knob. Actually, Bubble displayed all the traits of a young schoolgirl– innocent and cute as hell.

Kat started the car and drove to the back of the lot where an industrial vacuum was located next to the fence. In the rear view mirror, she watched her Bubble break ranks with the other girls and hurry after the car. The girl came around to the passenger side, swung the door open and plopped down on the bench seat without looking up.

“Mrs Stevens,” she blurted when her eyes landed on Kat’s chest. The rosiness drained from the girl’s cheeks, her eyes rolled back and she swayed, her head coming to rest against the side window. Kat was just wondering if she was going to have to resuscitate the girl when Bubble leaned forward with her face in her hands. “I’m sorry ... I’m sorry...” she blubbered.

“You know he posted a video of you. On the internet.”

Bubble looked up, her features still ashen. “I t-told him not to. Oh-god ... which one?”

Kat was suddenly feeling delicious. “You– spreading yourself. On the knob, there.” Kat reached out and stroked the shifter with her fingertips.

Bubble watched. “Oh-god,” she repeated. “I don’t know why I did that...”

“But it felt nice, didn’t it?” Kat twisted the knife, “Do you like friggin’ yourself?”

Bubble was brimming now, tears thick in her lashes. “I only did it because Mr Stevens wanted me to. I didn’t cum or anything. Honest.”

“I see. But you let him use his phone to capture the moment.”

“I didn’t know he would post it...”

“And that’s another thing. How do you feel, knowing thousands of guys are jacking off– cumming on their computer keyboards while looking at your tiny pussy stretched around this knob?” Kat gave the shifter knob a caress in the palm of her hand. “Mmm ... nice. You even made me horny...”

Bubble frowned. “Y-you, Mrs Stevens?”

Kat licked her lips. “You realize I know your mother,” she lied. “I was thinking she might enjoy your stint on the shifter– even if you didn’t cum.”

Bubble suddenly looked like she might toss-up her cookies. “My m-mom? Oh please, you can’t,” she wailed.

“Why not...” Kat swung her legs up onto the bench seat, leaned back and toed off one of her heels. “I’m sure she’ll agree with me, think you look adorable, your pretty pussy bulging to contain the knob.”

“Oh no ... mom won’t understand. And she’ll tell dad ... He’ll take the belt to me,” Bubble sniffed. “And I’ll never be allowed out of the house, ever again.”

Kat stretched out a leg and ground the ball of her bare foot into the side of the girl’s face. “He beats you? Does he make you take your pants down first?”

The horrified look on the girl’s face told Kat everything she needed to know about how Bubble’s father treated her.

“Look,” Bubble tried to ignore Kat’s foot, “I’ll tell Mr Stevens we can’t see each other anymore.”

Kat moved her foot around to smother the girl’s lips with her toes. “Why would you do that? You like Steve’s dick, don’t you? Like the feel of it, moving up inside. I know I did, before ... when we were still doing each other.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “But...” she mumbled. Kat moved her foot up and twisted the Bubble’s nose between her toes.

“And I bet you like the feel of his cock in your mouth, too ... silky-sliding. Tell me, when it spurts, do you swallow or spit it out onto the mats?”

The girl’s eyes circled and she cried in anguish. “Oh Mrs Steven’s ... I swallowed it. Please don’t tell mom.”

Kat lifted the Bubble’s chin with the crown of her foot. “Did you like the taste? As it slipped down, over the back of your tongue?” She moved her foot to the girl’s cheek and shoved. “Open it. Show me where my husband sticks his penis.”

Bubble tried to ignore Kat’s foot pushing her face into the passenger side-window and opened her mouth. Her tongue moved across straight, perfectly aligned teeth. “It tasted okay, I guess. Kinda gooey,” she said. “Please Mrs Steven’s...”

“How does it compare to a woman’s cum? The taste, I mean...”

Bubble tried to twist around but her distorted features where pinned to the glass. “Wh-what? I never...”

“Never tasted a woman’s vim? Not even your own?” Kat released the pressure on the girl’s face so she could answer. “I thought every girl tasted her own, just to find out.”

Bubble was rubbing her cheek. “I never did that ... honest.”

“Well it’s time you tried some. Pull your shorts down, stick two fingers in and then suck them off.”

Tears welled up and broke, rolling down the Bubble’s face. “I can’t. Not with you watching. Please, you can’t.”

Kat pulled her phone from a pocket. “Watch? I’m not going to watch. I’m going to shoot a video for Steve. And if you don’t want your mother to see it, you’ll get those shorts down. Right now.”

The Bubble sank into the seat. Her head hung, her shoulders drooped, and her hands fell into her lap. She virtually collapsed but nodding in abject surrender, she tucked her thumbs into the elastic waistband. Kat raised her phone and on the screen she watched a defeated little girl lift her ass from the cushion and pull her pants down.

Turning sideways on the bench seat, Bubble got the red denim down about her ankles and opened her cocked knees. She wasn’t wearing underpants and Kat watched as the girl used the fingers of both hands to separate tight hairy lips and expose the entrance to a very dry vaginal canal.

“My,” Kat commented, “not much in there.” And she dropped the phone from her face to look. “I guess you’ll have to taste mine instead.”

“I knew that’s what you really wanted,” Bubble mumbled into her chest as she watched Kat loosen her belt. “All along. It’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

She ignored the girl. Kat dropped the zipper and see-sawed her jeans down slim legs. Her lace panties followed. “Get busy,” she said.

“What choice do I have,” the Bubble conceded and with her shorts still about her ankles, she crawled across the bench seat and into the cradle of Kat’s thighs.

Kat slipped her hands down and unfolded herself with splayed fingertips. She was so juiced, her succulence had formed-up in the entrance to the open chute. The Bubble lined up two fingers to swipe up the moisture that clung in the opening and with her hand trembling, she held the stringy goo in front of crystalline blue eyes.

“Go ahead. Eat it,” Kat spat. “You’ve earned it.”

Bubble closed her eyes and placing her fingers into her mouth, she sucked them.