0 comments/ 21682 views/ 2 favorites The Road By: cods I just finished college and got a good job working in sales. Not a whole lot of money, but I got to travel all the time and didn't have a boss hovering over me. I did have one problem though. Life in the road makes it tough to meet women. I was a late bloomer, pretty chunky in my teens and quite shy. I'd lost all the weight and had a pretty lean and mean body if I do say so myself but didn't really know how to pick up girls. One very good night I got crash course. I had sealed a deal with this company and so they took me out for drinks, they were all a fair bit older than me so we didn't have much in common. Fortunately they left pretty early so I decided to treat myself to a night on the town. I went through a few bars and a nightclubs till I found one I liked. It was filled with students from a nearby college, their team and won and they were out celebrating. I was making one of my frequent trips to the bar when I felt this elbow in my kidneys. I turned round and what I saw almost made me fall over. This girl was standing their, blonde, with blue eyes, about 5 foot 5. She had on this tiny white top that showed off her incredible breasts, looking down over her flat belly to her dress (or more accurately a belt) to her amazing legs. She had an amazing tan that gave her an exotic look as well. I struggled out a "hi" and she giggled and said "hello." After a pause I asked her if she wanted a drink (corny I know, but it was either that or "will you marry me?"). She said yes and I got her the most expensive cocktail I could think of. We talked a little. She told me her name was Aimee and she was a sophomore at the local college. I'm sure she said other things, I may have even added to the conversation at some point, but all I remember was her how her long hard nipples were showing through her top. She noticed me looking and, she smiled at me and said "do you like what you see?" I said, "Yes, very much." "How much?" This much, I said as I pushed my arms back as far as they could go, giving a distance of about six feet. She reached out and put her hand on my cock and said, "hmm, I think your overestimating yourself a bit don't you?" I tried to reply but not much came out, a few grunts and groans and that's about it as she gave me a very gentle handjob. Eventually it occurred to me that we were in the middle of a very crowded nightclub and that people were probably watching. I asked her if she wanted to leave and she said yes. We took a taxi back to my hotel. As soon as we got in the taxi she pounced on me, kissing me, running her hands all over me. I put my hand on her thigh, it felt so smooth, and I slowly let it creep up. Stopping when I felt her dress, I could literally feel the heat coming off her pussy. I slid my fingers up a little further. As I had suspected she didn't have any panties on. I ran my hand over her cunt. It was very wet and incredibly hot. I pushed a finger inside her. As I did this she put her hand over my cock again. As I pushed my finger in and out of her she started to lightly stroke my cock through my trousers. I was literally oozing precum. I was the horniest I'd ever been. I pushed another finger inside her pussy. She was moaning a lot. We stopped kissing, but kept masturbating each other. We were both moaning when we heard "ahem that will be $15.80" from the cab driver. I paid him and noticed a large bulge in his pants. He wished me a good night and I told him I was pretty sure I didn't have to wish for it. Aimee walked a few steps ahead of me as we went up the stairs to my room. At first I was treated to the sight of her glorious ass. She had a nice big, but firm butt. It was amazing. Then she got a little further ahead of me and I was treated to the view of her pussy. Nothing looks as good as a wet pussy. When we got to my room she immediately started kissing me. First on the mouth and then down my neck. She started unbuttoning my shirt, running her hands over my chest and stomach. Her touch was so soft; it was driving me insane. She was kissing my nipples and then fiddling with my belt. She undid it, then opened my fly and pushed my trousers down kissing her way down my stomach, she stopped and looked at my underwear. I was wearing boxers and they had a very large and noticeable wet patch from my precum. She peeled off my boxers and looked at my cock. It was harder than it had ever been. At 7 inches long and 6 inches around I'm pretty well equipped. She looked at it and smiled and said, "I thought it was big, but you never can tell until you see it." Then she pushed out her tongue and licked my cock. She swallowed some of the precum and smiled and said, "nice, I hope you've got more for me." "I have lots." "Good." Then she leaned in slowly and took my cock in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down on my cock, this was easily the best blowjob I'd ever had. Her right hand played with my balls, rolling them gently in her hand. Then she took her mouth of my cock and sucked my balls into her mouth. No girl had ever done that to me and I loved it. The feelings were running through not just my dick, but my entire body. She worked her way back up to my cock and started sucking it. She started to such harder, moving her mouth all over my cock. I was moaning pretty loud. I put my hands on the back of her head and pushed her mouth further down my cock. I could feel my orgasm start to build. It was amazing and I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand up. I shouted to her that I was cumming and she sorta giggled and started sucking the head of my cock and using her hand to jack me off at the same time. I came right in her mouth, screaming at the top of my lungs while she sucked it all down. I emptied an enormous load into her mouth, but somehow she got all of it. She took her mouth of my cock and I fell backwards, fortunately there was a wall right behind me. I thanked her and told her that was incredible. She smiled and said, "there plenty more to cum." Now I'm only 22, and I'm with the hottest chick I've ever seen, but after cumming like that I needed a rest. She seemed ok with that and said, "here's something to get you going again." She started to dance for me, taking of her clothes. It didn't take long and she was naked. As expected her breasts were incredible. They weren't huge, but weren't tiny either and they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were long and very hard. Her pussy was spectacular. With just a small patch of blonde hair about it, it was shinny and looked very juicy. Aimee started to masturbate for me. I'd always loved watching girls masturbate and believe me she looked incredible doing it. She started moaning and telling me how turned on she was. "I love performing for people." Then we heard a knock at the door. Aimee said, "I'll get it." She made no attempt to cover herself or even stop masturbating. She opens the door and stands there. Her middle finger going in and out of her pussy. The guy standing there (the hotel porter) had his mouth open staring at Aimee's hand as she played with herself. "Can I help you?" She asked. "ummm ahhh…yeah we heard reports of screaming coming from this room, is everything alright?" "Yeah everything's ok, I was just giving him a blowjob. He really liked it. Would you like one?" The guy was about 20, five foot eight, 160 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes and most girls thought he was handsome. He was also sporting a rather impressive bulge in his pants from watching Aimee's show. "Really?" was all he could say. "Sure, come in." she said. He looked at me and asked if this was ok, I told him it was fine with me and to enjoy it could is would be great. He just smiled at that. Aimee quickly undid his fly and pulled out his cock. It was huge. About 9 inches long and pretty thick. Aimee seemed impressed. She opened her mouth wide and took his huge dick in her mouth. She couldn't quite take it all straight away, but eventually she swallowed all of it. Man was I impressed. Not just impressed, but aroused as well. I'd loved watching blowjobs in porno's, but never seen one up close (that wasn't being done t me). Aimee seemed to like it too as she pushed a second finger in her pussy and fucked herself with it. The porter was loving it. He was moaning, saying how much he loved working in a hotel. I started to stroke my cock. It took about 2 seconds to get fully hard again. I was loving the show. Watching Aimee fuck herself with her fingers and this guy getting a blowjob was easily the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Aimee was looking over at me, she could see me stroking myself. She stopped sucking the porter and told me to come sit on the edge of the bed, which was about a foot away from where she was. I started to move over and she started sucking off the porter again. As soon as I sat down her left hand (the one not in her pussy) came over and she started stroking me. Man was this girl talented. The porter was very close to coming. His moans were getting really loud. He looked down and told Aimee he was about to cum. Aimee pulled her head back so she was just sucking the head of his dick and used both her hands to stroke him. As soon as her hand left my dick, mine replaced it. The porter pushed forward and shouted "I'm cumming." Aimee jacked him real fast and pulled her mouth of his cock letting his giant load of cum spray all over her face. Shot after shot of cum covered her face. Finally after about 6 huge shot and a few smaller ones his stream of cum seemed to die down so Aimee put his cock back in her mouth and sucked him dry. Without stopping to clean her face Aimee pushed my hand away and jumped up on my lap. She straddled me and lowered her pussy to my cock. Her pussy was incredibly hot and very wet. I slid in easily. This girl knew how to fuck. She squeezed her pussy around my cock. She was so tight. She moved herself up and down moaning all the time. I couldn't believe how good it was. I knew I couldn't last long if she kept going like this and told her so. She didn't care, she told me she was about to come anyway. Closer and closer to cumming I got. Our moans got louder. I could feel another huge load of cum starting to rise. Aimee was bouncing up and down on my cock telling me she was nearly there. I felt her pussy tighten even more and she screamed. She was cumming and so was I. I came and came and came all inside her wonderful cunt. I felt her pussy juices coating my thighs as she her orgasm started to finish. She got off me to go get cleaned up and I laid down. The porter said he'd better get back to work. I heard Aimee turn the shower on and thought it might be an idea to join her. To be continued... The Road A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty brown Buick plows through the fallen foliage, resembling a cold north wind blowing whirlwinds of debris. Sam Evens' eyes were locked onto the blacktop. Center markers flashed patterns of white across his face and mind as the headlights replaced the darkening sky. He glanced into the rearview mirror, and saw eighteen-year-old Becky curled into a fetal position in the back seat. Her head was resting on a book. She was recovering from a long, traumatic day. Sam pulled the old car over to a shoulder, shut down the engine and stretched in an effort to relieve stiffened joints in his arms and fingers. With one arm worked free, he reached down to the floorboard. His hand cautiously felt under the seat, and without sound, pulled out a container wrapped in a brown paper. The door squeaked, as he stepped out and stretched to his full height. The bottle raised, and he felt the intense internal flame as it opened both eyes in renewed sight. Then as he lowered it, Sam noticed an eerie wicked tree a short distance up the road. It was a bare tree with irregular bark and twisted limbs that seemed to point into the wilderness. He walked closer; a gust of wind from behind hastening his approach, and dying off as suddenly as it arrived. The night creatures sang in low key, slowly their tunes faded into a humming song, soft, delicate, feminine tones, followed by giggling of female foolery. He followed their attractive call and neared a wall of brush. Through the barrier, the sounds became louder, luring his curiosity into a lust for a fast glance. Sam stepped through what looked like a protective vegetation barrier. Twigs and thorns poked at his hands as if they were hastening him to the other side. After a moment, he stepped into a clearing that looked like a well-hidden area of tranquility. The laughter resumed, Sam looked toward the clearing's center and saw a lone tent, just outside its entrance, a small campfire flickered casting light into the burlap structure. Two shadowy figures appeared to dance and play inside. Sam stepped closer, his interest increasing with each passing moment. Without notice of the path ahead, he stepped on a brittle limb. A cracking sound echoed. The images stopped; their attics ceased. Slowly the tent's flap opened, and a fair young woman looked toward the unexpected intruder. "Why sister, it appears we have a guest, and a fine looking one he is!" Before she completed her statement a second fair maiden came into view. She appeared slightly younger than the first but just as attractive in Sam's mind. The women giggled and ran to greet Sam. Each took an arm and led him back to the fire still chuckling like immature girls. "Sit here by the fire," requested the younger of the two. "What brings you out on this dark damp night," asked the older maiden. "Are you lost?" "No," Sam started to reply, but his effort was cut short by the younger of the two. "Who cares how he arrived, it's a welcome relief, and a break of the boredom that's plagued us this night." "But...why are you two beautiful women out here, and all alone?" Sam queried in surprise. "Waiting, and its been such a long...long wait," the oldest replied. "Surely not for me, I would assume?" Sam continued in his quest for knowledge. "No, silly. We wait for our husbands' return, but I wonder if they will tonight," stated the youngest as she picked up his hand and caressed it with care. "They must be crazy, for what sane man would leave such beauties here in this wilderness all alone?" "I could say the same," the eldest returned. "You're here, alone, and still I wonder why?" "I'm not alone," Sam muttered out in slight distress, as the young maiden's hand slipped from Sam's palm down onto his left leg. "My daughter is with me. She's sleeping in our car. I stopped to stretch and was drawn by your song. It sounded so familiar, and I thought you must be someone I once knew." Both giggled, Sam started to sweat. For the youngest one's hand was tickling up the inside of his thigh. "Some day, I would like a child," the brazen woman remarked. "Lady, if your hand gets any closer, your wish just might come true!" They all laughed, and the youngest stopped her advances. She stood up, gave Sam a slight wink, then covered her mouth as if hiding a yawn. "I'm tired. It's time to rest," she said in a teasing tone, then allowed her blouse to drop low on her breast. She walked into the tent with bewitching eyes. Sam watched as her figure turned into a shadow on the canvas. Garment after garment fell to the floor, and the nude image imprinted on Sam's mind. "I'm tired, too," the oldest announced. "Come inside and stay with us a while." Sam swallowed hard. "I really need to go," he whispered in reply. "Please, come stay with us a while," the oldest pleaded, as she walked to the tent, dropping clothing for a trail as she entered the tent. Sam watched as she entered, and her image turned into a shadow. Her nudeness teased his thoughts. Then the light faded inside. "God, this is a dream come true!" Sam stated in dismay. "Come on in, we're waiting for you," the youngest again called out with laughter. Sam walked to the flap. "I guess a brief visit would be okay." He stepped inside and dropped to his knees, then crawled in between the two masses of flesh. Their voices were now silent, their laughter had gone, and he could feel no movement. "Now, ladies, be gentle with me," Sam stated as a tease, but moments passed without reply. "What is this? You asked me in, and now give me the cold shoulder?" Sam reached to his side and felt a delicate mass. His hand slid upward, and it located a breast. He rubbed for a second then felt a cold dampness covering his palm. "What the hell?" He sprang up in shock. "Are you leaking or is this some form of a joke?" Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, it flickered into flame then into a vision of horror. The eldest maiden was cut in multiple places over her body. The youngest's head rolled into his lap. He jumped to his feet bumping his head, but managed to run out of the tent, tripping on a tie and fell to the ground. Both his hands dug into the lose soil, using the earth to wipe away the crimson stains. A wind gust picked up particles of loose dirt, temporally blinding Sam's panic. When his vision slowly cleared, the wind died. "What the hell just happened?" he asked himself then stood up looking toward the tent flap then took a step closer. Just as he was reaching down for a second look, a giggle was heard behind the tent. Sam stumbled back, his heart pounding in fright. The laughter turned into humming, the same tune he heard the women humming earlier. Sam turned and ran back through the wall of prickly brush, his sleeves shredded as thorns tore into his skin. He stumbled out of the growth, and ran back to the Buick, pausing against the hood to gasp for air and regroup before entering the car. After a brief recovery, Sam walked to the driver's door, it opened and the dome light revealed an empty back seat. "Where the hell did she go?" Sam complained as he looked up and down the road. Humming drew his eyes to the odd shaped tree. Standing near it was Becky. "What are you doing over there?" Sam said angrily. But the girl stayed turned away, her humming uninterrupted. He walked to the child, and stood behind her. "Well, what are you doing over here?" "Did you know this road is haunted?" Becky asked without turning around. "Nonsense! There's no such thing as ghosts," Sam snapped. "Now let's get out of here!" "They say the spirits are always waiting," she continued without movement. "Okay, you want to play games, I'll play, then let's get going. Why are the spirits always waiting?" "Revenge. They are waiting for the killer to return, to kill him," she advised in a changing tone of voice. "Enough of this shit! Becky, get into that car, now!" The girl turned slowly and looked hard at Sam. "Daddy, you never could tell us apart!" "What?" "I'm not Becky, I'm Bettie!" Sam's eyes shined bright with pure terror. He backed away looking hard at the girl. "That's impossible! You can't be Bettie!" "Oh, but I am. You just seen Mom and Aunt Linda in the woods." She raised her arm and pointed toward the Buick. "If you want to see Becky, turn around." Sam looked back at the Buick. Sitting in the driver's seat, a girl, Bettie's identical twin, Becky, reached out the window and waved. She pulled her arm back inside and the car's headlights flashed on. The car started and its engine raced, covering the sounds of an approaching eighteen-wheeler. Sam's pace backwards hastened. The two women appeared near Bettie. All three started humming the tune, "We did it all for the glory of love." Brush near Sam rustled, then a man stepped into sight. His head was covered with blood and a bullet hole could be seen just below his hairline. "Glad you could join us tonight," stated the man as he walked over and took Linda's hand. "We've been waiting for this moment a long...long time." "No! This is impossible," Sam screamed in disbelief. "Is it impossible?" asked the oldest woman as she took a step toward the terrified man. Sam turned and ran back towards the Buick, just before he arrived, the eighteen-wheeler rounded the bend. It's brakes locked, Sam's body flew up in the air, and landed next to the odd shaped tree. Amber leaves glided gently across Sam's body as the early rays of sun broke over a nearby hill. "The guy looked nearly terrified when he ran out in front of me Sheriff. I hit my brakes, but just couldn't stop in time," the trucker explained as he watched the Sheriff bend over and remove debris from Sam's face. "Well, I'll be damned! We've been looking for this guy a long time." "Why?" asked the puzzled trucker. "This man killed his entire family on a camping trip in this same area years ago. I guess it's true, criminals do return to the scene of the crime!" The Road Ahead This story may seem like a re-write of the last episode in Down and Up the Road, and in most ways it is. It goes on to answer some of the questions I left open at the end of the original story, and opens the door to other adventures that might lie ahead. Whether that door stays open or closes will depend on how this is received. I had hoped that writing these stories might open up some exchange, some correspondence, some touching with the world out there, but reality is a little cool, and a little empty. The effort is formidable and at times exhausting so I might just be burning out quickly. I hope you enjoy and will let me know if this should continue. The Road Ahead The straining rays of morning sunshine were powerless to dismiss the cloudy grey that dominated Ted Davis' outlook on life. It wasn't that he was hopelessly mired in depression or overcome with despair at loosing his sweet wife Maria Elena so unexpectedly. She had passed away quickly, in her sleep from complications in recovery from a routine surgical procedure. Her passing was haunted by the specter of medical malpractice, but rather than being consumed with anger and bitterness, Ted was simply struggling with his inability to find something exciting to live for anymore. His life with Maria had been full of duties and commitments to family, church and work that they shouldered together without the slightest amount of regret or reservation. Love was a deep bond between them that was expressed more through the sharing of labor and friendship than in bedroom passion, but neither of them felt like anything of importance was missing in their intimacy. Ted knew that passion could be a powerful force in any emotional facet life, and that whenever it was included it provided an energy that could become almost self perpetuating. The critical key was to discover the emotional facet that held the greatest natural interest and possessed the need for expansion and expression. Sex had always been subordinated to all of the more important aspects to Ted's life alone, and then to Ted and Maria's life together, but he knew all too well how it alone could become so important and addictive if it was given rein, that it could crowd out everything else of importance. Ted's first wife Sandy had opened the green door and ventured into sex without him, and it had taken complete possession of her through the powers of her own imagination and the seductive influence of handsome contractor bad boy. No other emotional facet of life seemed to have the power to compete with sex once a person set it loose; sex seemed to be the perfect fertile soil in which passion fuel could be produced and consumed simultaneously, almost like the mythical perpetual motion machine. That's why in Ted's life, sex and passion were never aloud to run freely together, even in a well fenced grassy pasture. After the shock of Maria's death had worn off and when he was no longer being pushed by schedules, decisions and deadlines, Ted's life seemed to drift into a funk that was dominated by the absence of passion for anything at all. A financial settlement for Maria's death had been provided by the hospital's malpractice insurance that was enough to meet his needs for modest independence and he was satisfied. He just needed to find something to capture his interest in life again; if he could find interest in anything, then passion would at least have a chance to enter his life again. He bought a new top-of-the-line computer because he never tired of the discovery process that seemed inseparably connected to ones use with them; he had come to enjoy using a computer in his work. His interest in their capabilities had always kept him up to date with advances in technology and that same interest had been a prime factor in moving his career successfully forward. With all of his kids gone from home and starting lives and families of their own, the house seemed especially empty. Ted started to pass the long, quiet hours and days away at his keyboard with his trusty mouse at his finger tips. As he surfed the magic waves of the internet he was fascinated at the incredible banquet of possibilities that lie endlessly before him. At first he was reluctant to open links that didn't appear to have redeeming value, but curiosity and the endless time on his hands eventually got the better of him and he cautiously opened a door that would eventually take him down a long long road of discovery. In spite of the way he had always worked to control his thoughts and protect himself and his family from pornography and sexual obsession, He wasn't cold or controlling, Ted had always lived with great love. Love for his wife, for his family, and love for his self. He had felt that love strongly with Sandy, and did all he could to express it in every meaningful way he could. Love was honest and deep and pure to Ted and he strongly felt that in order to be honest and true to himself, once he had acknowledged love for someone or something, he could never deny it, or that it had ever been. Love would always be the basis of his relationships with all those around him, past present and future. Those commitments had applied to Sandy as well, even if she had turned her back on them; when she chose another direction based on sex and another life apart from him and their two children, he knew his memories of her would always be framed in love, and not in the human bitterness spawned from betrayal and denial that seemed so natural. He had always felt close to Sandy, even after he divorced her, and throughout his marriage to his beloved Elena, in fact Elena her self had warmly welcomed Sandy into their home on many special occasions. Once Ted Davis acknowledged his love for someone in his own consciousness, it would always be a part of him, and he did his best to teach everyone around him to live by the same principal. It shouldn't be surprising that memories of Sandy's sexual awakenings and wild life she led after their divorce would mingle with the images he found on the web, and would have a profound effect on the way he chose to direct the course of his life and relationships after Maria Elena's death. TED I couldn't believe the things I found on the internet although I can't really say I was totally surprised or unprepared. We were warned about the dangers of pornography on the internet almost weekly in church, but somehow I thought the real danger was in dirty pictures and movies more than with the written word. Once I opened a link and was led down the first shocking path of endless pop-ups I was nibbling ant the bait on the barbed hook. I told myself that I had enough self control for protection, and pretended to disgusted like all my church going friends when I disconnected and went back to work on some a diversionary problem. Later that evening I went back on line, and when I checked my e-mail, I noticed I had several junk mail items that had subject lines that were sexually oriented. These were in response to my brief encounter earlier and seemed to be guessing at what I might be interested in. It worried me that someone out there seemed to be watching what I was doing, and I quickly deleted all of the entries. The next day there were even more and when I decided to delete the one at a time by opening them up and looking at the initial page first. Most I deleted immediately after seeing the collage of images in the overall advertisement. On one or two I clicked on the link to "remove myself from their mailing list and went through the process that popped up. I was curious when I found a reference to erotic stories on one site and opened the page to a list of samples. I wasn't impressed with some of the titles that suggested rape, incest, homosexuality or bondage, but I felt my heart race a little and noticed my cock stiffen when I came across a title that I could relate to. Exhibitionism and risk of discovery made me breathe faster, having sex in public or unusual places made me erect, but when seduction or reluctance was included as a strong element in the story; and when the characters were drawn into behavior they wouldn't normally consider unless they were being led by a building, grinding lust that blocked everything else in their lives out, the blood pounded in my temples and my cock felt like it was going to tear through my pants. It wasn't that long ago that I would never have accessed the sites I started to visit or even looked at images or red stories that filled my computer and monitor, but the more I looked and read, the more obsessed I became. At first, curiosity drew me in, and then in time, tame show-off images gave way to digital photos of graphic sex showing every penetration imaginable, stories of erotic couplings were shoved out of the way to accommodate a growing need for bolder tales of dramatic seduction that led normally shy conservative women into bizarre risky sex with lovers or strangers. The higher someone climbed the ladder of civilization or society convention, the further they could fall, and the further they fell, the more it emphasized the addictive power of sex, lust and passion. What I had missed most in my life, particularly at that point, was passion. Nothing else seemed to have the power to compete with or take the place of the passion I felt in this new world of sexual fantasy, and with having lost my first wife to this same world of sexual addiction I could only feel regret and envy. Regret that Sandy and I couldn't have discovered this passion and lust together; regret that I wasn't a part of the sexual expression she enjoyed after we parted, regret that Maria Elena and I had never learned to incorporate passion and lust like this into our own lives together before she was ripped away. In this context of regret, I empathized with those stories that involved married people going through the extreme emotions of seduction, deception, betrayal, and jealousy the most. Like I said, the higher you climb, the further you fall. It seems like society has always admired women who can be strong and forgiving when husbands stray, and then fights to saver their marriage, but I had always wondered how a man could be a wimp when he was cuckolded by an adulterous wife and stay in the relationship. I wondered how a wife who professed her love to an innocent and noble husband could cuckold him and then go on and even do it again, and yet it was apparent that many, maybe even in my own community, were living these stories out in reality. Many harsh critics maintain that cheating wives never really loved their cuckold to begin with, and I know these stories were for the most part fantasy, but I also knew that the things that had happened to me and Sandy were real; I was cuckold by her and at the same time I know without question to this day that she did and still does love me, I still lover her, but not in the same way I did when we were married. How the hell could I regret not staying married to a cheating wife, and witnessing her ongoing betrayals? I was puzzled and disturbed at being so aroused by stories of cheating wives and the husbands who wanted to watch them being fucked royally by other men. We sometimes wonder why women married physically abusive husbands stay in the relationship and even fight to protect it and their abusive husbands, maybe the cuckold wimp husband isn't really too far removed from the abused wife? Do you recall the "Stockholm Theory"? I think it's called that, where an abducted captive starts to identify with their captor if held in captivity for very long? Maybe we all are potential victims in life itself. Personally, I think it's a simple matter of intensity. Taboo = intensity. Something wrong is usually exciting; when it's more wrong, it's more exciting. I was parked in a K Mart parking lot yesterday for a few minutes while I changed into a new pair of pants. I didn't think there was anything daring about what I was doing and I had parked in a relatively empty part of the lot. While I was there, however, I noticed a couple standing near a car. Both of them were smoking, and enjoying being together. They saw me park and stay in my truck, they may have even guessed what I was doing, but they were more interested in what they were doing. The girl particularly locked eyes on me while she stood with her back to the young man. He held her with one arm and caressed her abdomen and the undersides of her breasts almost to the nipple through her shirt while she reached behind her and between them to bring his cock to errection through his pants. She knew I could see them and wanted me to watch. When I finished changing, I think they sensed I might leave and after she turned so they could kiss erotically, they separated and slipped into their car. I watched them start up and grew a little nervous as they slowly pulled out and made their way over to me. When they were almost along side my truck, I could look into the front seat through the windshield. The girl rose up briefly and then sat back back down. The guy pulled forward until I could see them through his side window, While holding her panties so I could see the girl spread her knees as they slowly passed so I could see her bare legs and realize fully that she had taken off her pants. She leaned toward her friend so she and I could see each other's faces, and then looked up at me and smiled; he did too, and then they sped off. As I watched the car get smaller in my rear view mirror, I could see her head disappear as she leaned into his lap. I had been so wrapped up in the show; I couldn't get my things together fast enough to follow, even if I had wanted to, maybe that was part of their plan in the first place. The whole thing had reminded me of something shocking that I had witnessed about six weeks earlier. A short distance from this same K Mart, on the other side of the interstate, the flat land is often covered with water depending on the time of year. It is a marshy swamp with high water table from a nearby lake. I had taken the frontage road one day when there was little else to do and drove north until the asphalt ended and it became a graveled road. As I drove along I noticed the small inlets of clear water that extended almost to the road from the marshy growth. I passed an SUV with a man and woman in it. The woman was driving and talking on the phone. My first thought was that she was probably a real estate agent trying to locate a commercial property listing; I had seen a sign on a lot just south of the freeway entrance, where the road was asphalt. I noticed in my rear view mirror, that they where driving slowly North a little behind me, and I wondered what they would be looking for in that direction. There was certainly no property to be developed in that direction. The pulled into a larger parking area and stopped while I had gone ahead to explore. When I got to the end of the short road, I turned around and slowly started south. As I rolled into the north end of the parking area, I could see the couple was kissing, and separated when they heard my truck. I stopped, and while they looked at me, I smiled and waved to suggest they were welcome to go on about their business without further disturbance. I was about to continue on when the woman extended her arm through the open window, and gestured to invite me over. I pulled the truck next to them with my window rolled down and asked if there was any help they needed. She studied me for a moment, trying to make sure if she knew me or not, then she asked, do you know my husband? Strand question I thought, "Who's your husband?" I asked. "Richard," she said, and left it at that. "I don't know." I said. "What's Richard's last name?" "Never mind," she said. "I don't think you know him; I just wanted to ask. I'm out her with a guy I work with and we were just trying to find a place where we could park so he could fuck me, but it's making him nervous about being interrupted with people so near." I asked her why she wasn't nervous, and she told me she thought it was exciting to fuck someone where she might be discovered, in fact she preferred having an audience. "I'm an audience." I said with a smile. This beautiful, normal looking, professional women stared at me for a moment while she tried to gauge my interest, then she asked me, without acknowledging her partner's preference. "Do you like to see someone get excited and go for it quickly without taking off a lot of clothes, or would you rather see me completely naked?" Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she sat back and unbuttoned her blouse. Before pulling it off she moved the two sides apart and fondled her firm breasts through the delicate almost transparent sheerness of her lingerie. Then she slipped off her blouse and handed it through the open window to me. "Here," she said, "Would you fold this up and hang onto this for me? It might get all wrinkled up in here." I took her blouse and folded it nicely over the back of the passenger seat. She wiggled around a little, and then passed first her pantyhose, and then her sheer panties through the window to me as well. Then she opened her door and got out, saying that she needed to be stood up so she could take off her skirt. As she stood there between the two vehicles, she made a production of lifting her skirt to tease me and then sliding it down over her nicely rounded ass and thighs so she could take it off. The skirt was passed to me as well, and then she climbed back into her spacious SUV. I felt like she was playing to me alone and that the guy she had brought to fuck was in the background. She didn't make him take off all his clothes, just his pants and underwear as she watched him strip and played with her beautiful breasts through the bra she still had on. She was becoming more and more aroused as she watched my interest and her companions stripping. Eventually anxious to feel more she pulled her bra up so she could roll the long hard nipples between thumb and fingers. When his cock was uncovered and stood up rigid from his hairy thighs she licked her lips and pulled her bra the rest of the way off. She threw the sheer garment to me impatiently as she leaned over his lap and kneeled on her seat so I could see her exposed ass and glistening pussy. As her head and shoulders bobbed up and down over his expanding prick, she wiggled her ass at me and spread her legs in invitation. I got out of my truck and leaned against her door as I reached one hand forward to caress her round ass and trace the cleft between her cheeks and legs with my fingers. Her pussy was absolutely soaked, and I couldn't resist sliding two fingers as far inside her pussy as I could reach. She froze and let out a deep and resonating growl as I hit full penetration and shouted out hissing obscenities as I pinched her aroused clit with my thumb and fingers of my other hand. This wildly sexual woman was rapidly racing to orgasm when she abruptly pulled her mouth off the hard cock and pulled her rear end away from my fucking fingers. "Oh god, I've got to have that hard cock in me now." She said, as she scrambled to the passenger seat. He reached for the handle and opened the door, then the lever to recline his seat. The woman straddled him with one foot on the door sill and the other knee beside him on the reclined back, and then she lowered her hot slick pussy onto his throbbing shaft. There was that noticeable penetrating growl from her as his pole slid into her waiting womb and then she began a slowly increasing rhythm of deep fucking that radiated in everything about her. It didn't take long for her to howl out in orgasm and she continued to fuck his pole as she drew her pleasure out. The sounds of orgasm and climax seemed almost continual as she rode his hard cock until his knuckles whitened and his muscles seemed to go rigid as he summoned an enormous load of cum from deep within to fill her hungry belly.