Alex climbed into the seat of his '85 Land Cruiser FJ60 and cranked the engine, the modern 6.2L V8 engine rumbling to life beneath the beautifully restored exterior. Jake waved from his parking space nearby, the door to his BMW M2 Competition Coupe open, shouting over the engine to Alex. "Man, you need a car that shows off your millions!"

  Alex ughs, revving the engine before shifting the car into reverse and backing out of the spot, pulling alongside Jake. "This is way too much fun and it's still practical. I don't need a G-Wagon or a Ferrari just to sit in Dals traffic."

  "Whatever, man," Jake scoffed, his tone dripping with envy, "But if I had sold my company for 140 million dolrs, I'd be driving a fucking Ferrari."

  "It was just one hundred thirty nine million, and most is still tied up for the next eight years. I only got forty up front, you know that," Alex joked back. "Most of it goes to buying Kat fancy shoes anyway."

  "Okay, fine. The rest is dependent on you working what, two days a month for the next decade? You win this round on a technicality, genius. Want to meet up on Friday around noon and grab a few beers and hit the driving range?"

  Alex fshed Jake a quick thumbs up and cruised out of the parking lot, hopping onto I-635 to skip some traffic. As he merged on the highway, he felt a faint tingle on his cheek where Fiona had given him the quick kiss. He rubbed at it absently, figuring a sunburn was likely, unaware the magic waited beneath his skin.

  As he passed into his neighborhood, he waved at Mr. Jenkins, his next door neighbor, who was out on a jog. At 26, Alex was still getting used to the habit of calling adults by their first names, especially when they were a decade or two older. William Jenkins was the senior partner of some bespoke accounting firm and lived in a beautiful 10,000 square foot mansion with his wife and teenage son, next to Alex's own house. Alex couldn't remember much, other than that the wife's name was Shannon, a gorgeous former Dals Cowboys cheerleader, and the son, Billy, had recently picked up an astronomy habit that William was bragging about and was headed to college in the fall.

  As Alex turned the st corner to his street, he beamed at his house, still amazed at his luck at finding the property. It wasn't every day that a fresh-out-of-school petroleum engineer has a brilliant idea, takes a gamble, and sells it for a fuck-ton of money. He reached up, pressing the garage door opener and parking his FJ60 alongside the other four cars in the garage. Despite his protests to Jake, Alex actually did own a Ferrari - a beautiful yellow 2007 F430 Spider that was just a joy to drive with the top down in the sunshine. Next to that was a brand new G-Wagon, his wife's daily driver, and a more practical forest green Audi RS3 for himself. Finally, his 2012 Porsche 911 GT3 RS was st in the line, the silver paint gleaming under LED lights.

  He closed the garage door as he shut down the engine on the Land Cruiser, unloading his golf clubs and pcing them in a corner of the garage alongside his other sports accessories. Alex sighed, looking around, and couldn't believe how lucky he'd been with his life so far - and how much more he had to accomplish. As he walked out of the garage, he caught sight of his wife in the back yard and stopped to stare for a moment, his breath taken away by her beauty as she worked, unaware of his attention.

  Katherine was one year his junior at 25, but they'd been inseparable since the day they met in high school, almost a decade ago. As a junior, he was already the captain of the varsity soccer team, and Kat had just transferred to the school and joined the volleyball team, quickly becoming a star pyer with her relentless work ethic and unmistakable talent. They started as friends, but there was always the glimmerings of more attraction just under the surface. They both went to UT Austin after graduating high school, Alex leading the way and Kat following the next year. Their friendship had turned into passionate romance, with Alex proposing to her immediately after receiving his diploma. Kat had enthusiastically agreed, although her parents had winced a bit, thinking the two were a bit too young to make such life-long commitments.

  Alex had turned down a high-paying oil job after graduation to stay in Austin, moving into an off-campus apartment with Kat while she finished her Kinesiology degree, continuing to work on his senior thesis and turning it into something practical. He'd spent the life insurance payments from his parents' deaths from a drunk driver on a small boratory and equipment, sure that his idea had merit and testing it in secret. By the time Kat was ready to graduate, Alex had managed to patent his nanofluid for enhanced oil recovery, demonstrating a nearly 20% increase in profitability in his b tests. Exxon bought the rights to his patent for 40 million, then had him sign a consulting agreement to keep him from working for competitors. The first two years, he'd worked pretty hard, countless hundred hour weeks in the b at Exxon or out in the oil fields, helping them get the nanofluid operational for broad use. Once they saw the first batch of returns, he called up his attorney and forwarded the contract back to Exxon, reminding them he only needed to work twice a month and that he'd earned the right to step back and let them handle the heavy lifting.

  They'd thanked him profusely and said they'd keep sending the royalty checks, and would let him know if they needed anything else. After that, Alex and Kat had gone shopping for a wedding dress for Kat, a house for their new life, and then settled in a fancy suburb of Dals. Alex realized he'd been standing there staring at his wife, who hadn't realized he was home, for a few minutes now, admiring her body. Kat was tall, nearly as tall as Alex, but that was pretty standard for volleyball pyers. She was athletic but busty, always griping about how hard it was to "tie down her double-D tits" when leaping around on the court, but stunningly gorgeous and Alex wouldn't have her trade her breasts for the world. Her blonde hair and blue eyes combined with a hint of a Texas accent, a quintessential cowgirl.

  Alex walked quickly out of the garage, entering the backyard, and snuck up behind Kat where she was rearranging pillows on an outdoor sofa. His pulse quickened with anticipation, knowing Kat’s pyful mood often led to passionate evenings. He couldn’t wait to feel her against him, her teasing words igniting his desire. Each of her moves was precise, her toned muscles filled with grace, just as if she was back on a volleyball court. Kat's ponytail swayed rhythmically, his gaze following it, then down the curve of her back. The light blue sundress, nearly sheer in the sunlight, hugged her DD-cup curves and highlighted her ck of underwear, not a single line visible. Her blue eyes, still unaware of him, gleamed with focus, in her element. His breath caught, desire fring and Alex pced his hands on her hips, leaning his body weight into her, his mouth next to her ear and his erection pressing hard into her ass. Alex quickly slid one hand up, fingers trailing across the thin fabric of the dress, and groped her breast.

  "Is your husband home?," he whispered, teasingly into her ear.

  "Not yet," Kat replied, grinding her ass back into Alex's groin. "I think he's out golfing with his friends. If you fuck me quickly, we might finish before he's back. No time to go inside, though."

  "Oh? Right here, out in the open?," Alex joked, gncing around. The house was on a pretty big yard, nearly five acres, and had an eight foot high privacy fence running around the edge. A row of rge evergreens were pnted just inside the privacy fence, most of them at least twelve feet tall, giving a second yer of privacy, although there were a few spotty patches. Alex could see his neighbor's house in the distance, but didn't think they had a good view of where he and Kat were standing under the awning. The backyard hummed with the chirp of crickets, the warm evening air carrying the scent of blooming magnolias, the awning casting dappled shadows on the stone patio as the setting sun filtered through the evergreens.

  "Hurry, I want that cock in me right now. I'm not even wearing panties, that's how bad I need to get fucked," Kat begged, pulling up the blue dress to above her waist, her bare ass on dispy in the backyard. Alex couldn't resist his wife like this in her most wanton, quickly unbuttoning his shorts and pulling his cock free, sliding it between her cheeks as she leaned forward onto the couch, presenting herself to him.

  "Needy today, huh?," Alex teased, pressing the tip of his dick against her slit, running it back and forth, feeling just how wet his wife was. Hot fluids quickly coated his shaft as he ran it along her bia, gently parting the lips. Kat moaned, reaching down and grabbing his cock, pcing the tip just inside of her.

  "Fuck me hard," she begged. "I've been a lonely housewife all day and I just need a big strong man to fill me with his cum."

  Alex ughed, thrusting forward, as Kat screamed with pleasure as his solid seven inches filled her wet pussy. He could feel her muscles tensing, rippling across his dick, as he started to pump himself in and out of her body. Kat was always a loud one during sex, they'd gotten in trouble more than once when trying to have a quickie somewhere in public, but hopefully nobody was going to compin about him fucking his wife in his own yard. He'd hate to pay the HOA fees for "lewd noises," although there was a certain humor in it.

  "You woke me with a blowjob, then I fucked you in the shower, then again right before I left for golf. You're going to leave my balls shriveled and empty, woman!" Alex said, grinning. "Just a dehydrated husk of a man, fucked to death by his nymphomaniac wife."

  Kat rubbed at her clit furiously, pushing her hips back into Alex, their rhythms combining as she reached her first orgasm, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her pelvic muscles cmped down on Alex's cock once more. "Fuck yes, baby, just like that," she begged, continuing to pound her thighs back against him, her voice rising in pitch with her excitement. "I'm an addict for your cock, I just crave it constantly."

  Alex knew that this was just the first round of their evening, and he still needed to cook dinner, so he reached around, popping Kat's breasts free of her sundress and pinched her left nipple hard as he whispered, "I'm gonna cum now, your husband will be home soon and I need to leave before he's here." Kat started to thrash, a second orgasm, even more powerful than the first, wracking her frame as Alex felt himself let loose, a jet of cum spshing into Kat's waiting womb. "Fuck," he gasped, continuing to pump his hips as he shot a second, then third bst into her. The two lovers colpsed onto the couch, their sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, as they gasped for breath. Alex pulled Kat closer, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, her scent of jasmine and sweat grounding him as they shared a quiet moment, their ughter mingling with the evening breeze.

  "Welcome home," Kat said with a mischievous grin as she turned around and kissed Alex, their tongues dancing together. Alex broke the kiss, panting, and pulled himself free of Kat, his cum-covered cock still standing at attention as his shorts pooled at his feet. Kat quickly knelt in front of him, taking him in her mouth and licking him clean, swallowing the cum and showing him an empty mouth before standing. "How was golf?"

  "Eh, it was fine," Alex said with a shrug as he pulled his shorts up, awkwardly putting his still firm penis back into his boxers. "I almost won, but then this new cart girl showed up at the worst moment and I missed the swing. Not the end of the world."

  "Cart girl made you choke, huh? I want to know more - but hold that thought. I've gotta get the steaks off the counter - you start the grill, I'll be back in a few." Kat turned and dashed off inside, tucking her breasts back into her sundress as she did. Alex's gaze followed her, unable to break free of her beauty.