0 comments/ 11769 views/ 6 favorites Stranger In The Dark By: erotica143 Midnight. Robert was tired, it had been a long day at work, and it was a long drive home. He thought he would never make it to his house, but after a while he finally made it. Robert parked his car, and staggered up the drive way. To his surprise his front door was unlock. Trying to sober up, Robert cautiously open the door and stuck his head in side. After he was a sure every thing was ok, Robert stepped inside and looked around. He heard a noise coming from the living room. "Hello?" He called "is any one there?" there was no answer. Robert made his way in to the dark living room, he sees a figure in the dark. "Who are you?" he ask, but there was no answer from the stranger. Even in the dark Robert could tell that the figured belong to a women. He reached over and turned on the lamp on the table. What Robert saw in the light took his breath away. There stood in front of was the most beautiful women he has ever seen, and he had no idea who she was. She stood in the middle of his living, dressed only in a white flimsy shirt that fell just below her beautifully rounded butt. The shirt was no buttoned, revealing her 38c up thrust breast. Her long blond hair fell around her shoulders to frame her face. Robert stood there staring at her. He could feel him self tighten and grow hard under his jeans. With a finger she beckoned him closer. He walked over to her till they were only an inch from each other. He opened his mouth to ask who she was, but before he could utter a sound, this beautiful stranger leaned over and kissed him. A long sensuous kiss that further aroused him. Robert grabbed her head and pressed her closer to him, so she could feel how hard he was. Robert reached inside her shirt the caress a breast. He squeezed it and rolled her pink nipple between his fingers. He the nipple go hard in his hand. Robert left her mouth to place kisses on her throat. He made his way down her body, and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked her breast. She let out a low sigh, Robert then moved on to the next breast and loved it with his mouth for a while longer. Robert don't know how he could stand the bulge in his pants any longer, he was about to explode. Robert got up and carried his stranger to the bed. There he striped out of his clothes. His erection standing straight up, almost to the point of being painful. Now naked Robert moved to the bed, where he had left his lovely goddess. He ripped off the shirt she had on, to reveal a naked body underneath. Every thing from her breast to her gorgeous triangle of blond hair that hid her pussy beneath it. Robert took a loud breath. He kneeled on the bed, his engorged cock only inches from her face. She took Robert's cock with both hands and guided it to her mouth. She sucked him like a baby with a bottle. Robert tried to hold back as long as he can. But she kept suck and liking harder. "I'm going to cum baby, I can't hold back any longer" He whispered. She looked up at Robert with passion glazed eyes, at this moment Robert shot his load in to the strangers mouth. She tried to swallow all of it, but there was so much hot cum that it dribbled out the side of her lips. She looked up at him and smiled. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs as wide as it will go. Robert slid down ran his fingers through her golden triangle, tracing the lips of her cunt. Roberts finger slid inside and he played with her nub. she arched up to get a closer feel of his hand. He rubbed her clit and slid his finger in to her now wet hole. In and out his finger goes, then he tried two fingers, in and out of the wet love hole of his beautiful stranger. She moans and thrust her pervert to match the rhythm of his fingers, she is over come with sexual pleasure, and in only a few minute she had her first released. But before she had time to recover Robert bent his head bathed her cunt with his tongue, she bashed her head from side to side as waves after waves of orgasm came upon her. He moved on top of her, giving her a long deep kiss. She could taste herself upon his lips. Robert entered her in one fast stroke. He developed a slow rhythm at first, moving in and out of her slippery pussy. She found his rhythm and moved as he did. She was panting louder as Robert increased his rhythm. Soon he was driving in and out of her so fast and hard he was scared he might tear her apart. But all his fears put aside when Robert heard her whisper "please fuck me harder, I need it bad baby" he drove in to her with all his might. And then with one final thrust Robert had a mind shattering climax that he thought would have killed him, soon to be followed by the release of his golden stranger. The both of them laid there entwine in each others arm, Robert was still inside of her. They laid there as reality slowly returned. Robert and this stranger made passionate mind blowing love twice more before he fell in to a deep sleep. When he woke up the next morning she was gone. All that was left was the white shirt that she wore. He wandered who she was. He didn't even know her name. But who ever she was, she was the most erotic sexual person he's ever had! Stranger in the Dark He grabbed at my hand and I yanked it away. I didn't want to do this tonight with him, and at the moment I didn't see how I was going to get out of it without a fight. "Will you just give me your hand?" he said with impatience. "No, I don't think this is such a good idea Mike!" I started to turn away when he grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards him. Reaching out he pulled me towards him. "Bray, will you just listen to me?" His voice dropped and his eyes meet mine, he was staring me down. I let my shoulders relax, as his grasp loosens. He starts to pull me toward him, and I turn my head to avoid his lips, placing my head on his shoulder. "Mike, please take me home." My voice is muffled in his shoulder. His arms circle my waist and he leans back to look at me. "Is that what you want Bray?" I look at him, quietly "Yes." Simply hoping not to anger him. He releases me instantly, half pushing me away. I know I will get hit for this defiance. I turn again towards the car. I get my own door, and slide into the death trap with wheels. I hate his car, but I loathe his driving. He is reckless, trying to scare me with the stunts and speed. The look in his eyes, adrenaline rushing through him, gives him a wicked glow. I have on many nights cowered against the door, thankful when the ride comes to an end. Tonight my resistance worked in my favor, cooling his driving. Speeding along towards my house I only reach for the door twice. Arriving at my apartment twenty minutes later I am relieved to be done with the evening. I quickly scoot out of the car before he has time to reach for me. I stop half around the back of the vehicle, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks babe, I am gonna run in and go to bed. Thanks for bringing me home." I flash him a smile hoping it will work in my favor. I am wrong. "Wait one sec, you..." He grabs my arm, and yanks me painfully towards him. His fingers are biting into my flesh. My arm tingles with pain, a bruise pushing to the surface. I know his game, and smile not flinching. "Yes love..." I brace myself for the hit. My face, my chest, my arms have felt the brunt of his anger. Instead of a blow, he pulls me close and pinches my chin with his hand as he forces his mouth onto mine. I do not fight. He places his other hand behind my head, holding me in my fate. His lips are hot against mine, rough, he pushes against my mouth bruising my tender lips in his passion. His tongue plays with my lips for moments before pressing into the soft warmth of my mouth. He flicks my teeth, and then his tongue bats furiously at mine, taking control of my mouth. His presence is overwhelming, and I feel my knees buckle. His grip holds me in place until he is finished with me. Pulling back from me, he turns away, leaving me cold without his warmth. "I'm done Bray, goodnight." He looks at me holding my stare, "Tomorrow, I will get you at four." He jumps in the car and peels away. A wave of relief, and fear pass through me. It will be bad tomorrow, he didn't ask. His tone was unarguable and definitive. I turn towards my building a smile spreading across my face. I quickly glance around. Had he seen? For weeks I had known there was someone watching Mike and me. Yesterday I opened my door to find a note from my "friend in the shadows." Why was I still with Mike? Did I need help leaving him? Why do I let him hit me? All these questions rattled around in my brain. My heart races as I cross the yard to reach my door. I forgot to leave the porch light on, so I bend over and fumble with the lock. Feeling the air stir against my cheek, I sense his presence. I straighten up but remain still. "Are you there?" I ask breathlessly. I hold my breath, just in case his response comes too softly. Seconds pass, wordless. My imagination? I turn back to the door and my key glides into the lock effortlessly. I step into my apartment, yet hesitate to turn on the light, I feel like I am glowing in the dark that surrounds me. I am being foolish and flip the switch to stare at the empty porch. I quickly lock up. Thirty minutes later, after a horrible dinner and a load of laundry, I decide to take a shower before bed. Slipping into the scorching water turns my pale milky skin scarlet with color, the heat feels wonderful and I feel the muscles in my back unwind. Tilting my head back under the showerhead, the water cascades down my breasts, my nipples tighten. I slowly begin to massage the round fullness of my right breast, pinching my right nipple between my fingers and rubbing lightly. I begin to feel my pussy get wet with arousal. Working on my nipples, I send my other hand down between my legs. I gently touch the outside of my pussy; brushing against it I feel a tingle race through my body. Shaved I can feel the fine hairs on my lips moving and increasing my desire. I relax my neck, and my head falls back as my fingers enter the wet folds. I find my clit and my fingers are urgent in their task. Rubbing and tapping the soft folds my fingers begin to slip in and out of me, rubbing the sensitive flesh. Sliding one finger in, and then another until I have the fullness of three inside me, I curl them, rubbing against the raised mound of my g-spot. Stimulating my pussy I begin to work my clit with my thumb. With each passing second my fingers slide quicker and faster into my wet pussy with my thumb pulsing against my clit. My orgasm starts in my feet as I feel the tingle race through my body. Involuntarily I begin to pump my hips as I feel my pussy clench my fingers in release. Exhausted, I finish the shower. Toweling dry I slip between the sheets naked. Hours later I roll over restless, half awake. I feel the air against my cheek again. Instantly awake I prop up on my elbows. The blackness is absolute. "Hello?" My voice bounces off walls and goes unanswered. Feeling silly, I roll away from the edge and grab the spare pillow, settling in. Minutes pass and I begin to drift away. This time it is a brush against my cheek, soft. I remain still for my visitor, but alert. His voice is soft in my ear, "No greeting this time my love?" I do not turn for fear of his departure. My heart races, and feels like it is going to explode. My body prickles with anticipation. "May I ask who you are?" But I have already moved on to another question in my mind. Will you lick my body? Will you spread my legs and suckle on my clit? Will my body quiver with your touch? Will you spear my pussy with your throbbing cock? "Oh, sweetheart, your breathing betrays you," He muses with laughter. His hand begins to run up my arm, stopping at my cheek. He runs his finger down my jaw line stopping and resting on my closed lips. I part my lips wanting to suck on his finger but hesitate. He begins to trace my lips and my tongue involuntarily reaches out to lick. His finger slides into my mouth and I begin to suck gently. His open palm cups my head and he turns me towards him in the darkness. His breath is close and he whispers, "Why do you let him hurt you?" "Who are you?" I ask in return. He pauses in the night. I feel his hand brush the hair out of my face. "He isn't good for you. I have watched you and him for weeks. I get closer and closer. Each night my anger grows watching you. Tonight you are mine completely, but you are going to give willingly. If you ask, I will leave, but this is your chance to escape. Ask me now." I catch my breath. He has watched our fights, the abuse. I am almost ashamed, but drawn to this stranger. His voice softly, "Love, your answer?" I lean in close to his lips and breathlessly answer, "Yes." Instantly his lips are warm on my mouth, yet gentle. I am waiting for the pain and stiffen in response to his touch. "Shhh... sweetheart. No pain tonight, you will feel only pleasure." He licks my lips gently, and slowly I begin to lick back. Playing the cat and mouse game with our tongues, he slowly leans in and completely takes my mouth. My body immediately arches in response to the desire, and I moan in pleasure at the feel of his soft mouth on mine. His lips move off my mouth and travel down my neck, licking at the dip in my throat. My eyes close and I relax my body while his mouth travels farther down. His mouth reaches my left breast as his hand cups my right. I let a sigh escape my lips as his tongue flicks gently at my tight nipple. My perky breasts are tight, and I feel myself moisten with arousal. Arching my back and spreading my legs slightly I am dieing for him to move his mouth farther down my body. He pauses. I feel his head lift away and the hot flesh is chilled as he blows gently on the nipple. I shiver and moan in response. "Please..." "Please...what are you asking for, my love?" I feel his breath against my body. His mouth travels down farther to my waist. He quickly circles my belly button. Then his mouth moves away again. "What are you wanting, love?" His fingers as suddenly pressed gently against my pussy hovering above my clit. My body arches back, and I moan with need. "Please..." A soft chuckle in the darkness, "Shhh.... Patience." His finger slides into me quickly, and I am overwhelmed with need. "This feels good?" he asks me mockingly as he starts to stroke deeper into my folds. My body gives my response as I spread my legs farther apart to give him easier access. I raise my chin and thrust my hips to meet his finger. I answer with a breathless "Yes." "Mmmm...good. Your body is wonderful to touch and feel. But I wonder?" Again mockingly he left the question hanging in the air. I feel the weight shift on the bed. Suddenly he is gone in the darkness. I sit up on my elbows, but the room is black. "Where did you...ummm" A finger runs down my face and I turn towards the touch. His finger lingers on my mouth and I open to suckle gently on it. He begins to pull away bringing my mouth with him. Eagerly I roll to the edge of the bed to keep my mouth on him. He brings his hand to rest on his waist where I become aware of his hard cock. I take my mouth off his finger. I grasp his cock and begin to stroke up and down. I hear a sigh escape his lips. After a few moments my need to swallow him is undeniable. I press the tip of his cock against my mouth as I give him a moment to absorb the softness of my lips. Then slowly I swallow the tip, licking and tracing the crown of his cock with my tongue. He has arched his back as he stands above me. I glance up to darkness as I swallow his throbbing cock whole. He is better than average length but is thicker than anyone I have been with. He fills my mouth completely as I begin to suck up and down on him. I reach up gently touching his balls; I slowly rub my finger back towards his ass when he pulls away. "To much, babe. You will make me cum. I am not done with you yet." He leans over and pushes me back to the bed. He spreads my legs and I feel his mouth traveling up my thigh. His mouth is hot against my body. He licks the crease where my thigh meets my pussy and I moan quietly. "Would you like me to lick you here?" he flicks his tongue against my clit. I am almost crazy with anticipation. He leans away, waiting. "Yes, please lick my pussy," I gasp. "Oh, you are so naughty, I am going to enjoy this." He whispers as he parts my lips with his fingers and takes my clit into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue slipping over my clit and pumping into my pussy is so intense that I cum on his face almost immediately. I relax my body as the waves of pleasure ripple through me. He pulls his body up to hover over me, and leans in to my ear. "Oh sweetheart, I need my cock in you." "I want you right now." I grab his hips and pull him towards me with uncontrollable desire. His cock slides into me and fills me completely. Just as my orgasm is fading, I feel my heart quicken again as his cock starts to move deep inside of me. I pull him on top of me and our mouths meet in a heated kiss. Our tongues duel as our bodies collide with one another. I feel him stiffen and his breathing deepens. I move my mouth to his ear and whisper, "Please cum in me." He moans in agreement as I feel him orgasm in me, my pussy clenching his cock in waves. As I lie there naked and exposed reality begins to come to me in waves of awareness. I don't know this man. What was I thinking? What if he is hideous? What if he is gorgeous? But the feel of his hands and mouth on my body were divine. I wonder should I ruin our moment in the dark with questions, with a splash of light. But I know that I must see for myself who this man is. My dilemma is overwhelming. With all the courage I can muster I roll over and switch on the light beside the bed to reveal my stranger. I don't glance at him right away, pretending to need something on my nightstand. Then casually I glance over my shoulder to steal a peak at him. He has collapsed back onto the bed with the covers half pulled over his torso his back to me. He is average height not too muscular, nothing fancy to look at, dark brown hair. But then he rolls towards me to reveal his eyes. Good god! His eyes were amazing; they were the color of a clear blue sky. They were two mirrors of blue crystal glass, staring back at me. Amazing, they are definitely his best quality. With his dark hair and light colored eyes his looks are striking. "What are you thinking Bray?" he asks me sheepishly. He reaches out and grabs my hand pulling me into the crook of his arm. "Who are you? How do you know who I am?" I look at his eyes. I will lose myself completely. "I am sorry, I should have introduced myself to you...ummm more formally." He snickers as he starts to nibble on my neck. His laughter is wonderful to hear, I find myself unable to control my smile and bubble up with a giggle too. Our experience was new to me. "Mark's my name. I have lived across the way for about two years. I recently made an investment in the property and I guess you could say I am your landlord, or owner, whichever..." he trails off semi-embarrassed. Feeling quite happy that I hadn't slept with a nutcase, I lean in and kiss him. My next question came quickly. "Why have you been watching me?" "Are you kidding? You are a doll, sweetie! You have all the right curves." He slides his hand up and down my body. "When you laugh I want to know why, and when you smile you take my breath away. I just knew I had to be a part of your life." He leans in and kisses me passionately. He breaks the kiss and pulls away, looking into my eyes he says, "But you are through with him, right?" By him, I know he means Mike. I close my eyes. Did I love Mike still? "Sweetie, you aren't serious?" he kisses my closed lids. I hear him sigh. "Sleep, I am not here to hurt you, just to love you." I look into his eyes but I have no answer for him. I stammer softly, "I will do what I can, but I want you." I reach out for him. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek and stands. "I would like to come and see you tomorrow night, would that be okay?" I am already counting the minutes. "Yes, please... I will do what I can about Mike." I pause and think for a second. "No, I will do it tomorrow. Thank you." He smiles then gives me a wink. "If you need anything please don't hesitate to phone me, I left my card by your purse." He flips the light switch off and we are in total darkness once again. I hear him move to the door. "I will be waiting for tomorrow night." And he is gone. The room is quiet and dark and I drift back to sleep, into my dreams. Stranger in the Dark My wife and I have been married for 10 years. She is as sexy as the day I first met her, with long black hair, a fit body, a great ass and nice average sized, natural breasts. Me, I'm athletic with a muscular build, blonde hair and around 5'10". We are considered by many to be an attractive couple. We have always had a very active sex life within the boundaries of our marriage but have also had frequent discussions, usually just for the excitement, about adding another male or female to the mix. Being cautious in our sex play though, we would opt to tell each other of past experiences with previous lovers, being as explicit as we could to keep the fire alive in the bedroom. That worked great until about a year ago when I was diagnosed with high blood pressure and had to go on a medication that all but destroyed our sex life. My wife was very tolerant of my condition and was now using a only a vibrator to give her the climaxes that my hard cock and our collection of sex toys used to give her. I would hold her while she masturbated and started imagining the movements and excitement that she was experiencing would feel the same as if she was being fucked by another man as I laid next to her in bed. When I told her to imagine the same scenario that I was fantasizing she would get extremely wet and fuck herself even harder. It was obvious to both of us that the thought of fucking someone else was really turning her on too. After a few months of fantasizing I suggested that we should take it to the next level and that she should find someone to fuck her. My only conditions were that she did it at home, in our bed and with me there. It took another month of me bringing it up and pointing out prospective males before she finally appeared to start breaking down. One Saturday night after already having a few margarita's at home, she was horny enough to bring it up herself. Now I have to say that, the thought of her actually doing it almost caused me to back out, but I also remembered how exciting it was for the both of us when we talked about it while fucking and how hot she got. We agreed that, because she was already drinking that we would have a cab pick her up and if she didn't find anyone to fuck she would also take one home. With anticipation, my wife went into the bedroom to get dressed. She started with a shower where she shaved herself totally smooth, she then put on a short jean dress that showed her white cotton panties when she sat down. She topped that off with a tight, low top to show off her breasts and very pronounced nipples. She looked totally hot without looking trashy. As I watched her leave in the cab, I realized that for the first time in a long time I was getting feelings in areas of my body that I hadn't had in quite a while. She arrived at the bar with mixed emotions about the night ahead of her. It had always been fun to fantasize about fucking a complete stranger but now she was actually going out with the sole purpose of finding that stranger. With only a few sexual partners in all of her 30 years, the idea of tonight's adventure was both exciting and anxious for her. For the moment, excitement was her overwhelming emotion and she just decided to let the night play out however it happened. Right now the prospect of a hard cock inside her again was making her wet again and she knew she had to put her anxiety aside and get down to the business at hand. Entering the bar alone was a new experience for her since she had been part of a couple for so long. She made her way through the crowded dance floor to a small table in the back of the bar. Although there was a drink already on the table she assumed the previous patron had left for the night and the busy barmaids hadn't gotten around to cleaning up. She pushed the half empty drink aside and sat down. She ordered a margarita and listened to the sounds of the country band playing. As she settled in she remembered her reason for being there and wondered if her husband was going nuts by now wondering what she was doing. The buzz her drink was giving her coupled with her horny thoughts had her panties getting wetter by the minute. She felt like she needed a release. Just as she was deciding that it would be a hell of a lot easier to just go home and masturbate, a tall man wearing a cowboy hat came back to the table obviously, to finish his drink. Embarrassed, because she had not only taken his table, but had also thrown away his drink, she started to get up. He told her not to be concerned about the table but that she at least owed him a drink. She agreed. He was about five years younger than her, well built and actually quite handsome. He told her that he was in town that day on business and was just relaxing after a hard day of negotiations. He was looking forward to returning home to his wife tomorrow and suggested that the two of them just kick back and have some innocent fun. The two of them continued to drink and dance and soon became very comfortable with each other. Both of them were feeling the sexual tension that was building up between them but kept it at bay out of respect for the others spouses. She thought of telling him about the arrangement that she had with her husband, who was waiting anxiously at home, but she didn't want to assume that he would be interested and anyway she was enjoying the playful flirting that was going on between them and would have settled for that anyway. They went to the dance floor this time to dance to a slow song. His strong body pressed against hers was starting to have an overwhelming effect on her. When his hands slid down to caress her butt, she felt a familiar, yet not so recent warmth and wetness between her legs. It reminded her of the feelings that she had when she and her husband first met. As the dance continued she couldn't help but notice the bulge that was developing in his jeans. He rubbed his hard cock against her crotch and she didn't resist. The crowded dance floor was great cover for his next move. He reached up between her thighs and slid his finger into her pussy through her now soaking wet panties. When she didn't pull away he pushed her panties aside and pushed his finger deep into her smoothly shaven pussy. She felt like she should stop him but was too weak to fight the desire that overcame her. She let him fuck her with his finger right there on the dance floor. She instinctively rubbed his huge cock through his jeans wanting to return the pleasure she was now enjoying. All she could think about was getting fucked by this large, hard cock and decided to tell him why she was really out tonight. It didn't take much to convince him to go home and fuck her. He didn't care who was in the bed with them as long as he could release his cum into her sweet pussy. She excused herself and went to the ladies room to call her husband and was now hoping that he hadn't changed his mind. As much as she wanted to get fucked she didn't want to hurt him, after all he was doing this for her. When I answered the phone and she filled me in with the details of the evening I couldn't wait for her to get fucked. I know that she was so horny now that only a hard cock could give her the orgasm that she needed. As he drove the rental car she unzipped his jeans and played with his cock to keep him hard. She had an almost uncontrollable desire to suck his cock so she wet her lips and put her warm, moist lips on his cock. She felt that she had complete control of him as she sucked him to near climax and then stopped long enough to curb the rush of cum she knew he was anxious to release. She wanted all of his cum to fill her aching pussy and by no means was going to waste it on a blow job. By the time they got to the house both of them were so ready to fuck that they rushed right into the bedroom with no thought of anyone else being present. I was lying on the bed, in the pitch dark room and could feel the two of them hit the bed like young lovers fucking for the first time. They seemed oblivious to my presence as I enjoyed the sounds of their lust and the scent of my wife's sex. My wife reached through the darkness to hold me and tell me how good it felt as he licked her clit and fucked her pussy with his tongue. He encircled her exposed clit with his tongue and quickly licked her soft pussy until she came for the first time that night, having multiple, intense orgasms. His face was covered with her cum and he was obviously trying to get every drop. He was sucking her clit now trying to make her cum again. She leaned over and told me that she loved me but that she needed to fuck him right now, giving me one last chance to change my mind. I answered her by sucking and biting her breasts gently as he pushed his thick cock into her warm pussy. She moaned loudly as he fucked her gently at first then pushing her legs back, he grabbed her butt cheeks and fucked her almost violently. She was lifting her pussy up to meet his cock trying to get all 9 inches of it deep inside her. He fucked her for what seemed like an hour. I could hear her moans of pleasure and hear the sound of his cock pounding hard into her pussy. I could tell by the sound that he was making that he was ready to cum soon. He increased his pace and with one last thrust his cock injected his cum deep inside her. When she felt his hot cum filling her insides she too exploded into another intense orgasm. Both of them fell back onto the bed exhausted. I was so focused on the two of them fucking that I didn't even notice that my cock was now harder than it had been in months. With the scent of my wife's come soaked pussy filling the room I pulled her on top of me. I felt the rush of a combination of hot cum and her juices dripping out of her pussy onto my cock. That made me even harder. I rolled her over onto her stomach and had her get on all fours. I put my cock into the wettest pussy that I had ever experienced and she was loving every inch of it. I was enjoying fucking her when he stood up on the bed in front of her and put his cock in her mouth. She was sucking her own cum off of his cock. With the two of us fucking her so hard she came again and again. Her pussy muscles tightend around my cock as she orgasmed. At the same time he was cumming in her mouth and she was swallowing every ounce of it. That was all I could handle. I flooded her with so much pent up cum that she soaked the sheets when she could finally stand up. We both fucked my wife many more times that night filling her with cum and watching her enjoying the many orgasms she was having. Our stranger left sometime early that morning to catch a plane back home. We've never seen or heard from him again, which is just the way we wanted it. We talk often about the details of that night and find it as stimulating now as the night it happened. My wife loves how hard I stay now when she tells me how much she enjoyed fucking that strangers hard cock. Stranger in the Dark Tension filled the spaces between them in an ugly, quiet, patient way. Sonya actually envied couples who had fiery relationships in which they routinely butted heads like spring rams. At least their feelings and emotions were released and not forever caged within. No, their situation was much more like a dark, malevolent spider crouching in its web. Forever waiting and forever patient. A stagnant hurt that never seemed to heal or be resolved. They were on their way to see a movie, something they hadn't done in years. It should have been a novelty and more than a little exciting. When they had first met, it was something they did regularly and really enjoyed. A hint of a smile reached Sonya's lips as she reminisced, the pair of them sitting in the back row like naughty teenagers, a mountain of popcorn and a bucket of cola between them. And after they were satiated, it was always wandering hands, quick kisses and muffled cries. At least one of them always enjoyed an orgasm, to emerge from the dark all rosy cheeked and bleary eyed. That seemed like a lifetime ago to Sonya as her mouth returned to its grim line. As she reached for their ticket vouchers in the glove box, she let out a small grunt of pain as her finger caught on the jagged piece of metal that had been plaguing her for nearly a year. She sucked the crimson drop from her finger as she peered at her husband from the corner of her eye. Her heart felt dead in her chest at the lack of his response, but it had felt that way for a long time now. Benign. She nearly giggled out loud at her cruelty. Yes. Benign is the perfect word for you, David. You are positively benign. Sonya was glad they were nearing the cinema. The ridiculously short skirt she had donned and the equally ridiculous high heels she wore were already becoming uncomfortable. She accidentally scoffed out loud at her vain attempt to rekindle some sort of fire between her and David. "What?" "It's nothing. I'm just not sure I should have worn this." "You look real pretty, darling," but the words did nothing to soothe Sonya. All she could think about was the fact that he didn't even glance her way as he complimented her. There was a fire that was starting to kindle. It astonished Sonya as she recognized it as anger. She had given up and almost died within their relationship so it was quite startling to feel her frustration and fury building up and causing such a physical response. It felt molten hot as it coursed through her veins and her chest felt like it was restricting and suffocating her fast beating heart. She was usually torn when it came to her feelings regarding David... he was so well meaning and naïve that when he committed acts that, unbeknownst to him, hurt her feelings, she always ended up feeling like she was the bitch. In some ways, it was her fault. When they had first met they had fallen utterly in love and couldn't keep their hands off each other. Their sexual styles had perfectly matched one another's, so vital and raw. Just to feel his tongue against hers or his hand on her thigh had once elicited an automatic response from her body, her panties immediately damp. But times had changed, or rather she had changed... and David hadn't. Instead of excitement at his intensity, she now felt constantly rushed and pressured in the bedroom. No wonder she had trouble cumming with him... she was suffering major performance anxiety. And it isn't like she hadn't told him. Sonya couldn't remember exactly how many times she had said "Slow down David. The secret is to make me want more, not less." Her anger was mounting and making her temples thud with a dull ache. No, it is your fault David. And fix that damn piece of metal that I am always cutting myself on. As she looked out the window, she saw the cinema complex and was glad. Sitting next to David in the car felt constricting and she had the overwhelming impulse to physically move and breathe in fresh air. Her restrictively tight, short skirt was preventing a graceful exit from the car and even that intensified her anger at David who was distractedly looking at the elevator whilst waiting for her. No David, I don't need your help. He finally glanced back as she was attempting to pull down her skirt and rearrange herself. "Are you ready yet? The movie I want to see is about to start." "Yes, let's go," Sonya said resignedly and he started making his way without stopping to accompany her. Why do I bother? She felt awfully bitter and they shared the elevator in their familiar, dead silence. "I'll go and buy our tickets. I'll be right back," David informed her when they reached the foyer. "Oh... would you like anything?" "No." That is what I will always be... an after thought. Usually the prospect of a good horror movie and the smells of a cinema were a comfort but the popcorn smelled greasy and it was starting to make her nauseous. As she glanced over to find David in a special designated line for ticket purchases to see the new horror film he chose for them, she swore her headache worsened substantially. The mere thought of sharing a cinema with so many others was making her feel claustrophobic. The cinema was already dark as they entered, an usher waiting to guide them with a torch. Sonya looked around and saw a mass of heads and fervently hoped there would be no seats left for them. They were led to two empty seats up the back in the left wing and in the dead centre of the row. The prospect of being so close with so many strangers was a little distressing to Sonya. "Perfect timing," said David as they sat down and she could see the gleam of his teeth as he smiled. That he was so oblivious to her discomfort was adding to her already existing fury. He must know by now how much I hate crowds. I think I might hate you, my benign husband. The cinema was pitch black, a stark contrast to Sonya's anger which felt white hot. Her temples throbbed and her mind was working overtime, analyzing her and David's relationship and justifying her resentment of him. He was not a mean-spirited man and nothing he ever did was with vindictiveness or spite, but that did not lessen her pain. So consumed was she that at first she was barely aware of the touch. She sat deathly still and focused, to be sure it wasn't her imagination. Yes, there is was again. An almost imperceptible touch against her upper thigh, a feather light brush that was further muffled by the fabric of her skirt. Sonya peered sideways but could barely see the person sitting beside her. The horror movie was all dark places and night so no light was escaping from the screen and a vague black profile was all that she could make out in the dark. There it was again. She looked down and was sure she could see a finger gently swipe the side of her upper thigh. She could have sworn she saw the figure turn slightly toward her, a man judging by the size of the silhouette with two little pin pricks of light where eyes should be and a tiny shimmer where teeth would be if he smiled. She sat stock still and nothing further happened, Sonya wondering if it was all her imagination's doing and she brought her attention back to the movie playing. Sonya was growing bored of the movie and her discomfort. She kicked her shoes off and wriggled her skirt up high so that she could move her legs freely. She was horrified when she looked down and could actually make out her white cotton underwear but shrugged and decided she didn't care. That is when the touching began again. She felt the stranger's fingertips on her bare skin this time, her upper thigh completely sensitized. He was discreetly brushing the side of her leg and Sonya glanced at her oblivious husband to make sure he wasn't noticing. The thrilling sensation of being touched by a stranger was mounting and his touch was ceaseless now. Just those delectable light brush strokes of his fingers against her thigh were enough to arouse her and warm her crotch. The stranger cupped his whole hand on the side of her thigh and slid it down. His fingertips were under her leg as he motioned upwards slightly a few times. Sonya responded by leaning into her husband and crossing her right leg over her left, effectively raising her right ass cheek off the chair. She was so turned on that she didn't even think about it as she changed her position. All she knew is that she didn't want it to stop. The stranger slid his hand underneath and gently kneaded her ass cheek outside her panties. He was moving painfully slowly toward her pussy, massaging her with his fingertips. And then it happened... all of a sudden he was brushing against her pussy with oh so light strokes, instantly starting a fire in her groin and causing a soft groan to escape her lips. He was softly stroking from her clitoris down the length of her lips to her vagina and back again. Her underwear was now sticking to her pussy with her wet juices. Oh God... I haven't felt like this in so long. Damn it, I deserve it. His fingers were relentless and continued to lightly brush back and forth against her pussy until she was fighting the urge to rock her hips against him. He started adding more pressure as he reached her clitoris and as he moved down and reached her vagina, he was pushing gently inside her lips. Sonya was absolutely throbbing and was hornier than she could ever remember... and all this from a stranger touching her on the outside of her underwear! She was sure that her pussy had swollen to twice its normal size and she was longing to feel him against the bare skin of her pussy. The stranger deftly moved her panties to the side of her vagina, exposing her wet, sensitive flesh to the air and sending a spark of pleasure throughout her body. She waited for what seemed an eternity until finally his finger made contact with her clitoris. Sonya nearly convulsed with ecstasy, as he started to gently rub her engorged clit. His finger easily slid over it with her spreading wetness and he began to swirl his finger around in maddening circles. Her hands were gripping the arm rests now and Sonya was finding it incredibly difficult to contain herself. The stranger was still rubbing her most sensitive spot in circles when he abruptly stopped. With skilled hands, his two fingers slowly moved down from her clitoris and spread her lips. Lower he moved and wider he stretched her, exposing the pink sensitized flesh at the entrance to her vagina. Sonya gasped and felt her juices run down the top of her thighs. Waiting expectantly and beyond any control, she quivered and quickly covered her mouth as he plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. He pushed them all the way in as she moved back against his hand, her body welcoming and wanting more of him. The stranger was slowly fucking her with his fingers. Sonya had always been tight and needed a lot of foreplay to loosen up, but she was so aroused that the stretching sensation that his two large fingers elicited felt amazing. His slow, deliberate and firm thrusts sent waves of pleasure though her body, each one bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Her limbs felt like quivering jelly as he thrust faster and she wasn't entirely sure but it was becoming so intense it felt as though he was parting his fingers and stretching her even wider. And then it came.... he put pressure on her clitoris with his thumb and made a beckoning motion deep inside her pussy as he finger fucked her. The complicated finger play took merely seconds before her entire pelvic area clenched uncontrollably and became almost frighteningly tight with orgasm. Sonya bent down, effectively sitting on the strangers hand while his fingers remained trapped inside her, trying to control her orgasmic convulsions and feigning a search for her handbag. Wave upon wave encapsulated her body, her vagina rhythmically squeezing the stranger's fingers as he continued to move gently inside her. The intensity of her orgasm was shocking in its severity and it seemed to Sonya that she came for an hour, her groin pulsing with a burning fire that radiated out to her extremities. Finally she sat back up, all too aware of her flushed face and the perspiration that covered her entire body. She was quivering still and felt so honey limbed that she was sure if she had to stand right at that moment she would just collapse in a heap. She was thankful for the darkness in the cinema and she snuck a look at David. That is so like you David. Your wife just had the best orgasm of her life and you are right next to her and you didn't even notice. Despite her feeling of bravado, she was all too relieved that he didn't seem aware of what had just happened. Sonya leaned back in the chair contentedly, stretching her arms, and then suddenly realized the stranger's fingers were still inside her....they had become so still and she so satiated and numb that she had entirely forgotten. Leaning to the left and raising her right buttock, the stranger withdrew his fingers slowly and almost reluctantly from her pussy. She felt her hot, wet cum ooze out as he did so, and when she lowered her ass back down on the seat it was positively sodden. Having lost all sense of time, Sonya thought it pertinent to go and clean up. Besides, what was nice warm cum a moment ago was now an uncomfortably cold and wet squishiness between her legs. Waiting momentarily for the bright flashes to fade into the darkness that pervaded the movie, she rose and told David quickly "I have to go the restroom... I'm busting". He curtly nodded and she sidled past making sure she faced him, hiding the wet mess that was the back of her skirt. All the while, David was attempting to look around her so she didn't feel worried about him seeing her soaked behind as she quickly made her way down the steps. I am so sorry for the inconvenience David... missing what must have been 2 seconds of the film, she thought but she was no longer angry. She smiled and felt like she didn't have a care in the world. Sonya squinted as she exited the cinema, the bright fluorescence far too illuminating. It made her feel exposed and vulnerable, and it dampened her mood. She was suddenly humiliated by her wet skirt which must have been far more obvious in the light. Perhaps that is why so many things deemed sinful are done in the dark, she mused. David and I always do it in the dark, she thought and laughed out loud. With her hands behind her rump, she quickly shuffled toward the restroom, her legs sliding past one another as she walked, literally bathed in a wet slickness. As soon as she entered the cubicle door, she breathed out a sigh of relief and went to the task of wiping up her juices. Her panties were soaking wet so she disposed of them in the sanitary disposal unit. As for her skirt, it was drenched and pressing the horrible cinema toilet paper against it was doing nothing but leaving tiny white flakes stuck to the fabric. Hearing no others in the restroom, Sonya made her way to the hand drying machine. She turned it on and faced it down, sticking her ass out in an attempt to dry the material and all the while keeping an eye on the entrance door. She looked at her butt in the mirror, dismayed at the faint rings of white but pleased they were barely perceptible. Her face looked obviously post-coital to her, her lips crimson and her cheeks still flushed. Her blue eyes seemed brighter and her damp long hair clung to her scalp. She was pleased with the sudden realization that she looked beautiful. Wow... I am still horny. I am so satisfied, but God I want that to happen again. And now! She gave a smug smile to her reflection and left the restroom with a noticeable bounce in her step. Sonya startled and gave a tiny jump, a hand suddenly clasping hers and pulling her into the large disabled toilet. The man quickly latched the door and turned to face her. He was large... very large. His crisp white shirt clung to his broad shoulders and she had to turn her head up to view his face. He was an older man and clean cut, almost a middle-aged Clark Kent which she found very pleasing. He was openly appraising her, drinking in her body in a possessive way, and a slight snarl curled his lips. "I know exactly what you need." Being trapped inside a room with a powerful, commanding stranger was scaring her, but she was also aware of the instant warmth and wetness in her groin. "I am going to fuck you now," the stranger intoned. He must have seen Sonya's fear, because he then gently added "Don't be scared my little lamb. You are going to love it." She could barely speak and was visibly trembling, and she felt glad when the man took control, firmly holding her shoulders and kissing her mouth. She kissed him back with a ferocious neediness that shocked her, their tongues meeting and twining. Sonya thought it was the most wonderful kiss she had ever had and she moaned softly as his hands drifted down her sides to the small of her back and then her ass. She could feel his member pressing against her, so big and hard and she thought of how uncomfortable it must be for him to have his swollen cock restricted by his jeans. Overtaken by the uncontrollable urge to please this man, this attractive older stranger, she gently withdrew from his kiss and went to her knees. Sonya started to slowly unbuckle his belt and when she glanced up she felt her heart soar when she saw him smiling at her. He looked so pleased with her and it just made her so happy, so she went to her task with gusto, ripping his jeans down and then gently pulling his red briefs down over his fully erect cock which seemed to bound out from its confinement. Sonya was impressed as she gripped his hard cock and having never been duly impressed by male anatomy, she grinned. It's perfect. It was on the large size and stood tall and straight. He was immaculately clean and perfectly groomed, and the soft skin that covered his swollen member was stretched taut. She squeezed her hand, noting that its girth was definitely bigger than average, and she was filled with a longing to have his cock inside her. She started slowly stroking the stranger's dick and as she moved her mouth closer, she saw the top of his beautiful, pink knob glistening. Softly she licked his head whilst gripping and stroking the base of his shaft. Her tongue fluttered against the top, and then followed the ridge around to the sensitive underside, her touch as light as butterfly wings. The man groaned and placed his hand on the back of her head, gently pulling her closer. Sonya licked her lips, placed them against the top of his cock and slid her mouth tightly down, taking in his swollen knob. He groaned again as she kept him just inside her hot, wet mouth, her lips firmly holding him while she lashed his head with her tongue. Slowly she slid her lips down nearly his entire length, marveling at how rock hard he felt. "That's enough my little lamb" he said, slowly extricating his penis from her mouth. "I didn't pull you in here so I could get a head job. I told you I knew exactly what you needed, and that is what I plan to give you." He helped Sonya to her feet and produced a condom from his wallet which he quickly put on. Watching him slide it down the length of his long, hard shaft was completely alluring to her. "I am glad one of us has some sense," she said, wondering why she hadn't thought of protection at all and where her sensible nature had gone. He smiled and cupped her face as he kissed her deeply. He ran his hands down her sides and hitched her skirt up high, and when he reached down to feel her pussy he have a small grunt of surprise at having his fingers meet bare skin. "You are a lovely little lamb, aren't you? You have no idea how much this pleases me." Sonya pulled him close, hungry for his mouth and tongue as he began to stroke her twat, her warm juices already running freely. He reached down her back and lifted her up by the buttocks, pushing her against the bathroom wall. Her legs were spread wide and they wrapped around him, her pussy pulsing with her desire. Stranger in the Dark She could feel his hard length pressed flat against her mound, and she rocked her hips and angled herself in different ways in an attempt to force him inside her. "Never fear, my dear. I know you need a good fucking and that is what I am going to give you. Right now!" As the stranger said those last words he pulled back slightly, allowing his penis to dip down, aimed straight towards her dripping hole. He pressed it lightly against her and pulled it back and then he pressed it lightly against her again and pulled it back again. Over and over he did this, Sonya straining her body closer to his, trying to pull him deeper inside. He held her back with absolute control as he teased her until she thought she would go mad. "Please" she begged, and then he suddenly thrust his entire length inside her. His whole member impaled her, the sudden intense sensation causing her to gasp. Slowly he began to plunge his cock all the way in and out of her pussy, filling and stretching her with every move of his hips. She was overwhelmingly wet, allowing his cock to slide in and out like silk. He thrust deeply and with purpose, their bodies firmly meeting as he sunk himself deep inside her vagina, the pressure on her clitoris driving Sonya crazy and making her convulse and tightly squeeze his cock. The stranger stopped for a moment, his entire length within her burning hot pussy, and he grinded against her as he pushed back the sweaty hair that had plastered Sonya's forehead. She was panting and had lost all control, drowning in a sexual haze. All she could see was the blurry image of the man's attractive face as she was overwhelmed by the sensations he was making her feel. She reached down and gripped his ass cheeks savagely, sinking her nails within his flesh and trying make him move within her. "Yes, I know my little lamb." Sonya was confused for a moment as he pulled out suddenly and lowered her so she was standing, and then smiled as he turned her around to face the wall, her knees trembling. Sonya bent down, raising her ass cheeks and he grasped her hips firmly before entering her slowly from behind. She moaned as he pushed his way in to the hilt, reaching deeper inside her than before and stimulating her g-spot with the angle. With each slow, deliberate stroke, his firm body pressed hard against her pussy lips and clitoris. Her whole lower abdomen down to her vagina was swirling with intense pleasure, a tightening heat that rippled out from her clitoris, the focal point of all this energy. Sonya weakened at the knees when he starting rubbing her clit with his finger, feeling pre-orgasmic flutters throughout her entire body. She started to push back vigorously, wanting more of him and he responded by grabbing her buttocks tightly whilst spreading them and ramming his cock deep inside her, feeling the walls of her vagina tighten spasmodically around his shaft. He was reaming her now and they were both panting and moaning, their bodies slamming into one another and writhing in pleasure. The wet, slapping sounds were barely audible over their breathing and groans, and Sonya felt the fire of orgasm begin deep within her pussy. She muffled her scream with her hand as her vagina violently clenched around his cock and he suddenly buried himself even deeper inside her as he came. She was cumming more intensely than she ever thought possible, reveling in his spasmodic thrusts and the pulsing of his cock. Finally they slowed down and he withdrew, Sonya nearly collapsing and he caught her up in a supportive hug as they breathed heavily into each other's shoulders. She felt overwhelmed and spent, her whole body tingling and shaking with exhaustion as she murmured "Thank you." He brought her chin up so they faced one another. "You are very welcome, my little lamb." He kissed her tenderly as she quivered in his arms, smoothing back her hair and holding her tight. After some moments, the stranger reluctantly pulled away from her. "Are you okay to stand now?" "Yes... yes." He quickly slid the condom from his diminishing member and zipped up his jeans, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a business card. "If you ever have need like that again... a beautiful woman should never have such desperate need... well if you do, you just call me!" Sonya took the card, and with that the man turned and left the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him, a whirlwind that had suddenly and violently taken her and just as quickly left her, wondering if it had indeed happened. She smiled at the absurdity of that last thought as she mopped up the pussy juice that had run down her legs and saw that there was a puddle on the floor where they had fucked. He called me beautiful, she thought as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Yes. Yes I am. Sonya's face was positively radiant, glowing from within and she laughed out loud at her whole experience. After freshening up, she left the stall to make her way back to the dark cinema and her benign husband. She was almost positive she would never see the stranger again... almost.