The Breeder – Part XXXV

Jake collected Kirsty at eight o’clock on Saturday morning. She was packed and ready. Alan looked quite forlorn. He offered Jake a coffee, but Kirsty told him that they were stopping on the way up for a break. Jake wanted a coffee though. He felt sorry for him. Alan loved her and he wouldn’t be seeing her for a week.She looked a bit disappointed, but nevertheless, Jake accepted his courtesy. Kirsty had wanted to stay with Jake the night, but Jake told her he was busy. He thought that she should at least spend the last night with her husband. Jake thought the same as Jenny, that Alan’s days were numbered as Kirsty’s husband, and although he enjoyed being with her, he didn’t want to add to his hurt. They finally left at eight-thirty with Kirsty promising to ring him later.Once on the motorway, Kirsty pulled back the hem of her skirt to show him her stocking tops, and then then pulled back higher to show him that she wasn’t wearing panties. Jake placed a hand on her upper thigh, and she opened her legs so that he could touch her. “Determined to get pregnant on holiday, kocaeli escort hey?”She reached across and fondled his bulge. “That’s the plan,” she responded before pulling away and smoothing her skirt down. It was then that Jake noticed that she wasn’t wearing rings on her left hand.“Where are your wedding and engagement rings?”“In my purse. I thought it would be fun to go away as a single woman.”“I think it’s more fun taking a married woman on holiday to get her knocked up.”She looked at him. Jake stared at the road ahead; his face not flinching. She reached for her bag down by her feet. Moments later her rings were back on her hand.“That’s better.”She smiled at him and reached across to fondle his bulge again. “You’re really into this cuckolding thing, aren’t you?”He laughed. “Another man’s honeypot always tastes sweeter.”“And are there any circumstances in which you would prefer a wife of your own?”He thought about it for a few minutes. “I would never say never, but at this moment in time, I’m into other men’s wives.”“So as long as I am darıca escort a married woman you will keep on fucking me?”Jake smiled. “That’s about the long and short of it!”“Well, so no divorce between Alan and I then?”He just turned and smiled briefly. “I like Alan. He’s an okay guy. Just because he can’t produce the goods, doesn’t make him any less of a man, in my eyes.”Kirsty was silent for a few moments. “You’re a nice guy, Jake. Kind. I like that in a guy.”“So is Alan, and your dad too.”She squeezed his bulge once again. “I love you; you know.”He smiled and told her that he loved her as well. About an hour into their journey, they pulled into a service station for some breakfast. As they sat drinking their coffee Jake leaned over and whispered in her ear. “See that guy sitting directly in front of us, I want you to flash at him.”Kirsty said no, so Jake spoke again. “Gone on, let him have a quick flash of your cunt,” he said quietly.“The things I do for you,” she said in a whisper as she nonchalantly opening her legs for gölcük escort the briefest of moments. Jake was looking sideways at the counter, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the guy’s face. His jaw dropped and his eyes almost popped out. Kirsty picked up the menu, as if looking for something.“Once more,” Jake whispered.She turned to pick up her handbag and opened her legs wide in the process. The guy was gobsmacked. Jake looked at her again and told her it was time to go. “He won’t be getting up in a hurry… he’ll have a boner!”Kirsty laughed and followed him out without looking in the direction of the guy at the table. Back in the car she gave him a slap on the thigh. “You’re terrible.”Jake grinned. “It wasn’t me flashing at him.”“You told me to.”All Jake could say was, “I love obedient girls.”As he left the car park, he pulled back her skirt and placed his hand between her thighs. “Don’t forget this belongs to me,” he told her, touching her sex. “Mine to show to other people if I want.”Kirsty did not respond. They arrived at the cottage in the Peak District an hour later. Jake knew the route well, having taken Jenny there many times. Kirsty commented that she and Alan often missed the turn off to where the cottage lay, but Jake remembered it well. “You must have been here quite a few times with mum,” she commented.