The Dirty Show by Selena Kitt Page A

couldn’t resist. Janie put her arms around his neck, letting him draw
her tongue in, suck at it, and felt the stiff press of his erection through his
jeans.
    “What
the hell?” The cowboy was still scowling when Janie came up for air, face
flushed, pushing her blonde hair back out of her eyes.
    “I
drank it,” Josh explained, grinning. “But I never touched the hat, did I?”
    The
cowboy looked from one to the other, puzzled. “But… you… are you…?”
    Janie
disentangled herself from Josh’s arms, turning on the stool toward the confused
man. Leaning in closer, so she wouldn’t have to yell to be heard, she whispered
into his ear, “Married.”
    She
saw the light dawning and slipped her arm around Josh’s waist as she slid off
the stool, feeling his hand moving over her ass, squeezing, kneading her flesh.
Her whole body was buzzing with heat, her nipples hard under her blouse. The
cowboy’s gaze went there, in spite of the fact Josh had already claimed her.
    “You’re
a lucky man.” The cowboy tipped his hat, his gaze sweeping Janie from head to
toe, making her tingle.
    “I
know.” Josh leaned in and whispered into Janie’s ear. “I’ll meet you outside.”
    “Thanks
for the drink, cowboy.” Janie turned and walked away, hips swaying, feeling the
heat of his gaze following her.
    There
were two guys standing outside trying to get a taxi, but the moment Janie
appeared in her high-heels and short skirt, a yellow cab pulled up, stopping so
fast it left a skid mark on the cooling pavement. She smiled apologetically at
the men waiting as she got into the back seat, telling the driver their
destination, and asking him to wait for Josh.
    “So,
what do you think?” Josh slid in beside her as the driver took off. He slipped
his hand slowly over her stocking and up underneath her skirt. He lowered his
voice and whispered, “Last bar for the night, my insatiable little slut?”
    Her
eyes widened slightly and she felt the familiar tingle between her legs. The
driver wasn’t paying any attention to them, listening to a Spanish radio
station. She looked at Josh, a little mischievous smile passing over her face,
and leaned back in the seat slightly.
    He
looked out the window, seemingly uninterested in her, but his hand slid up
further, feeling the heat between her legs. His fingers brushed over her
panties and he began slowly stroking her.
    Mmm,
warming me up. She let her eyes close, feeling the tingle building as her
panties grew more damp with each pass of his fingers. Only a small intake of
breath indicated Janie felt his fingers slide her panties aside and his fingers
slip inside, seeking the hottest, wettest spot. He glanced at her, and she
heard his breath quicken slightly. He loved it, she knew, almost as much as she
did.
    His
finger moved around her clit, making easy, practiced circles. Janie met the cab
driver’s eyes in the mirror. He was watching now, seeing the flush on her
cheeks, the rosy glow spreading to her chest. She moaned softly, parting her
legs wider and sliding her bottom down on the seat.
    “It
makes you hot, doesn’t it?” Josh leaned in to whisper into the shell of her
ear, sending shivers up her spine. “Knowing he’s watching. You’re making his
dick hard.”
    She
whimpered, nuzzling her face against her husband’s neck, squirming on the seat.
He knew he drove her crazy, but that’s just where he intended to go. His
fingers moved lower, slipping inside her slick pussy, probing deep. She sighed
and arched, holding on tight to him as the cab made a sharp left.
    “Taste
your cunt.” He lifted his glistening fingers to her mouth, forcing them between
her lips. The cab driver actually gasped, watching Janie eagerly suck her
juices, rocking on the seat. “You’re such a little slut. Say it. Tell me you’re
my cock whore.”
    “I’m
a slut,” she gasped, sliding a leg over his, spreading herself. “I’m your cock
whore.”
    “Yes,
you are,” Josh growled, pulling her