The Penalty For Speeding

The car sped through the narrow country lanes. The driver, a man in his mid forties, threw the car enthusiastically into each turn and corner. He was enjoying the sunshine, the freedom of the open road.

He was on his way home; an unexpectedly early end to his business meeting meant that he would be home much sooner than usual, missing rush hour and surprising his wife. As he drove home he imagined walking in through the front door. She would be in the kitchen preparing supper perhaps. He would take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, she would respond eagerly. He would push her up against the kitchen counter and his hand would wander up under her skirt, between her legs. Her pussy would be damp as he pushed his fingers into her and she would gasp against his lips as he did so. When he felt her body relax against him, panting eagerly, her pussy tight around his hand, he would turn her round and bend her over the worktop. He would pull her skirt up and push her panties to one side, then he would unzip his trousers…
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