Scarlett's pussy seemed to react to my words, her clit giving a little twitch.
Man, Scarlett's pussy was just perfect!
Just by looking at it, I felt a rush of heat surge to my head, and my eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of my head.
The traffic light turned green, and I floored it, my car shooting forward like an arrow.
I was driving the business car like it was a sports car, speeding down the highway.
After about thirty minutes, I finally parked in the usual spot in Catherine's villa's underground garage. I sat down at the bar, holding my phone and staring at the screen.
"Babe, spread your legs and hold the phone under your pussy for me."
Scarlett did as I asked, spreading her legs and placing the phone under her pussy.
With the phone so close, I got a real close-up view of her pussy.
I could see every pore, every little hair.
Right in the center of the screen, her pussy was on full display — the middle part, the opening, her clit, and even her whole vagina.
Her pussy was tightly closed, and I couldn't see inside.
"Babe, use your hand to touch your pussy and spread the lips," I told her.
Scarlett reached back with her free hand, using her middle and index fingers to gently spread her pussy lips apart.
Her pink pussy was right there in front of me, looking so clean and just a bit moist — no sign of Ryan's semen or being penetrated.
If Scarlett hadn't told me, I wouldn't have guessed this was the same pussy that had just been fucked.
Ryan's poor performance really wasted Scarlett's perfect pussy.
I bet, even if they had had children in their seven years of marriage, Scarlett's pussy would still be super tender, maybe even more so than Emily's.
I couldn't wait to feel that tightness for myself.
"Babe, rub your clit quickly with your finger."
Scarlett extended her slender middle finger and started rubbing her clit quickly. Her pussy made wet, urgent sounds, but the wetness was from the shower head.
Watching her, my breathing got faster, my voice more muffled, and my cock felt like it was about to explode in my underwear.
I couldn't take it anymore; I quickly moved the phone away and looked elsewhere.
"Alright, babe, take a shower and wait for me at home. I'm heading back now."
I was about to hang up and go upstairs when Scarlett brought the phone to her face, her perfect features filling the screen again.
She looked closer and asked, confused, "David, where are you?"
Oh crap! I forgot I was still at Catherine's villa!
How was I gonna explain this without making Scarlett suspicious?
I quickly looked around, trying to buy time, my mind racing. Then I saw those two white business vans, and the image of taking Catherine to the airport popped into my head.
A word kept bouncing around in my head—driver!
Right, I had played the role of Catherine's driver earlier today.
I could totally use that as an excuse to fool Scarlett.
Thinking fast, I said, "I'm at a wealthy businessman's house. I picked up a temp gig today, driving a wealthy businessman to the airport for a business trip. I just dropped her off and parked the car in their garage."
"Oh, I see. Well, hurry back, don't forget you're staying overnight at home tonight."
"Got it, I'm heading back now, but this place is a bit far from your villa, so it might take me some time to get home."
"No problem, just make sure you're home before dinner."
"Alright, I'll hang up now."
"Okay, bye." Scarlett hung up and went back to finishing her shower.
I returned to Catherine's villa, tidied up, and then left.
I walked for a bit, and when I saw some people, I started trying to hail a cab. It took a while, but I finally got one.
I gave the driver Scarlett's villa address, and he slowly drove off.
After about half an hour and still some distance from Scarlett's villa, I saw Mia's house.
The windows and curtains were wide open, and the breeze made the curtains flutter.
But I didn't see Mia, probably because I was too far away.
Only then did I realize I hadn't replied to Mia's message.
I asked the driver to stop, dialed Mia's number, and got out of the car.
The phone rang for two seconds before Mia picked up.
Before I could say anything, she started scolding me.
"David! Where did you go? Weren't we supposed to continue when I got back from my meeting? Why did you disappear as soon as I got back? I couldn't reach you, and you just vanished for the whole day!"
I knew Mia was mad because she couldn't find me and was worried, so I wasn't upset. In fact, I was kinda happy.
After all, it meant she cared about me.
"Sorry, I was worried your fiancé might come back suddenly, so I went back to sleep. Then I woke up and saw a temp job as a driver, so I took it. I just finished and didn't check my phone."
Mia's tone softened a bit, and she said calmly, "Okay, I'm at home now. Come over quickly. I'll take a shower and wait for you."
"Alright, but be quick. I just finished the job and I'm almost at your place."
"OK."
Mia hung up, and I crossed the street towards her house.
Scarlett had told me to be back before dinner, but it was only three in the afternoon, and dinner at her place was usually around six.
I could go to Mia's place first, have some fun, and then head back to Scarlett.
This way, I could make both of them happy. Perfect plan.
Soon, I arrived at Mia's doorstep. As soon as I opened the door, Mia came out of the bathroom.