20 comments/ 135980 views/ 7 favorites Misinterpretation By: magmaman My name is Dana, I am a most of the time housewife, two days a week I work at a local bakery making those huge puffy dinner rolls from scratch. My husband Dan is on a board of directors for a big corporation. I never really understood exactly what it is he does, mostly they all seem to sit around and eat cheese and crackers and make decisions I guess. I am 29, and I stay in shape, keeping my trim 5'6" body right at 125 pounds. My job at the bakery was an accident. Bill and Sandy, both good friends own the place and we had them over for dinner one evening. I made the big puffy rolls just like my Mom taught me and Bill simply raved, they were far better than his recipe, he claimed. The next week I had a job, I was excited about that because I had never really worked at anything. Dan and I married right out of high school. His folks had the money to send him to college which was also in our town, so we just set up housekeeping. The first year or so Dan was eager in bed, I always did my wifely duties even on the days when I wasn't really in the mood. Still, that was OK. We were married a bit over 10 years when I went to work and by then Dan was down to lovemaking less than once a week, usually on Saturday. I passed that off to him working hard, there seemed to be lots of pressures all the time. But he didn't talk about that much. The first inkling of something going on with him was when he asked me if Bill ever hit on me. Of course I told him no, Bill and I teased and things like that but he had never done anything out of line other than I caught him peeking at the tops of my breasts when I leaned over to pick up a tray. I didn't think anything of it, all men did that, I told Dan that that was all Bill ever did, too. Dan seemed to get a little bit excited, and he asked me how much Bill could see, things like that. I explained that maybe he had seen part of the top of my bra, that was about it. I also told him that once I had worn a black blouse to work and it hit me that the flour could get on it. So I had taken off the blouse and was pulling a smock over my head when Bill came into the storeroom so he had probably seen my white bra. He just instantly apologized and left. I never even thought anything of that either but Dan seemed to get even more excited and we ended up in the bedroom, having a session like we had when we first got married. He even got down and licked my pussy, something he had almost completely quit doing. I have to admit I really did like that, and I had my first orgasm in maybe a year or so. Usually Dan was pretty quick, I would end up in the bathroom and just use my fingers. I found all of that a little odd, he was acting funny. Dan pestered me every few days after that, saying some strange things. "Did Bill get any peeks today?" he would ask. "No of course not, we are just working." I pushed his comments aside, not sure how to react. After a month or two of that I decided to try something. I went shopping, and bought myself several new blouses. They were pretty, multicolored with earth tones, some had reds and some had traces of blue or pink. They were all a little on the sheer side, not too much, but in the right light the outline of my bra could be made out. I showed them to Dan when he came home, he sat and looked at them, even picked one up and felt the material. "Kinda thin." was all he said. "Something happened today." I told him. "Happened?" "Yes, a man saw me." "Saw you?" Dan was all interested now. "Yes, I wanted to see if anything showed without my bra on so I took it off in the changing room." "You mean..naked?" He was all ears. "Yes, I didn't realize the curtain gapped open, I was putting on the blouse and looked up. He was standing right there!" I lied. That got exactly the reaction I thought it would, Dan was on me in a flash. "He saw your nipples?" Dan gasped as he thrust away at me. "Yes, he saw both of them." I said, as Dan climaxed. He was hard as a rock, I almost orgasmed right with him. Almost. "God that was hot!" Dan told me later as we lay there in each other's arms. I made up my mind to tease Dan some more, this seemed to work. If I could get him going like that by just telling him a simple story, well, then some stories there would be. I still couldn't get up the courage to wear one of my blouses without a bra, but I told Dan I did. I also told him about two servicemen catching me sunbathing in the back yard in my bikini, and how I had the top folded down almost to my nipples before I had noticed them. None of that was true of course but it still got Dan excited, we were back to 2-3 times a week and several times he went down on me. I even took him in my mouth a couple of times, that isn't something I really get off on but Dan sure did. All was going fine, until Dan showed up with a new outfit for me. I looked at it and looked at him, it was an evening dress, a pretty blue. Dan knew I liked blue. But this was cut so low in the front I would need to go braless, and it was cut short enough I would need to use some caution to wear it in public. It didn't help that it was so filmy that it was all but sheer, the split in the front stopped at my navel. The dark of my nipples made obvious bumps on the soft cloth, I felt naked. I came out of our bedroom, Dan looked at me and said, "Wow!" I gave him a grin and went to take it off, but he stopped me. "We are going out, I want to show my gal off!" he said, as he let his hands rub my panty clad bottom. I was trapped, but I resigned myself to it. I was thinking if I was careful it would be all right. Dan and I got in the car, he even came over and held the door for me, it was almost like a date. We rarely if ever went out any more, so I was liking that but still I was uncomfortable. The first thing that happened was Dan pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant, a young man was at my door instantly, opening it for me to get out. I could feel his eyes searing into me as I had no choice but to swing my legs outwards. I reached up and held the front of the dress to me as I stepped out. The man grinned at me as I stepped up on the curb, blushing furiously. Dan came around and took my arm and we went inside. He actually seemed to strut as we walked across the room, he even pulled the chair out for me, just like when we were dating. The dinner was fancy, expensive. Waiters hovered around, smiling. I had to sit up straight or the dress would gap open and I was sure everyone was staring at me. I was almost grateful by the time the meal ended, ready to escape to the car but Dan said he wanted to go get a few drinks. There was a bar off to the side, I could hear music coming from there. We went in and found a table, there was a musician sitting up there playing soft romantic songs. It was a lot darker in there and I felt better. Dan ordered some drinks, a Bailey's for me and his usual whiskey with soda. My drink was good, piled up high with foamy whipped cream. In short order I had a second one and then a third, now I was feeling fuzzy since I don't drink much. Then Dan said he wanted to dance, without really thinking I got up and soon he was spinning me around. That didn't help at all, I was really feeling the drinks now. I was trying to do the turns and keep the hem of my dress down at the same time, and when I moved my arms I could feel the bodice slipping open. When I reached up to pull it closed the skirt would feel like it was too high and my panties would be showing. But there was only two other couples in there and they weren't paying any attention that I could see. Dan sure was though. On the slower songs I pressed against him tightly, as much to keep my blouse from gapping open as anything. He responded by cupping my fanny, and I could feel him against me and knew he was excited. Finally we left for home, Dan had me out of my dress before we got out of the living room, his thrusts were urgent, quick. Later I lay there for a long time thinking, listening to his soft snores beside me. I liked his sudden increased attention but I didn't understand his wanting me to dress like that. Dan bought me several other outfits, he did have good taste and most of the clothes fit well, just a few I had to take back and exchange. We were going out more often now, too, I liked that. One evening we were at a night club with Bill and Sandy and Dan had insisted I wear the blue dress. I really didn't want to because I had to be so careful about how I sat or moved or I would be showing too much. Dan even suggested that I wear it without panties but I refused, it was just too short. Finally I relented and wore a pair of soft blue panties that had lace around the edges. They were sheer both front and rear but the lace gave me some protection. Bill did a doubletake when he saw me, so did Sandy. Sandy was dressed in a simple white blouse and skirt, I saw her face darken a bit when Bill said, "Wow! You look hot!" but she didn't say anything. I think I blushed clear to the tops of my toes, Dan just grinned. That evening didn't go normally at all, several times when we were out by ourselves I was sure the waiter or waitress were getting peeks at my bare little titties but there wasn't much I could do about it. I had even somehow become used to it and Dan seemed to love it so I just relaxed. But once Dan had gone to the restroom and by the time he got back I was being hit on by a couple of guys who really didn't want to accept no for an answer. Dan got a bit cross with them and they backed off. Inside I felt warm and safe knowing he cared, I suppose that sounds silly. Of course he cared. All of his talk was just fantasy stuff, I thought. But this was different, Bill was sitting on my right and Sandy on my left with Dan straight across. All Bill had to do was look my way and he could see inside the top of my dress, and he did, so could Sandy of course. Dan was watching me closely, I saw the look on his face. I drank a little bit too much, and I wasn't thinking when Bill asked me to dance. He was a gentleman, though, and held me slightly away from himself the whole time. Dan was dancing with Sandy but I could feel his eyes watching me closely. "You sure look good." Bill told me as we danced. "Thank you, Dan likes me to dress sexy." I told him, feeling comfortable with him. "Well, you sure are!" He pulled me a little closer, lifting my arms to clasp at the back of his neck. Instinctively I leaned forward pressing my upper body against him, just to keep anyone from seeing me. The top of my dress was just two strips of cloth that came down over my breasts so if I didn't then anyone could see right in the sides when I had my arms up. That evening was the next change, Dan was stroking me, and when he slid up into position between my legs he said the shocker. "You want to fuck Bill, don't you?" Then he pressed inside. I didn't answer but he persisted. "You can tell me, it's all right. You want to, don't you?" he said again as he thrust at me, panting. "Maybe." I relented. Dan orgasmed at that with a groan. Then he rolled over and settled into a soft mildly drunken snore. I lay there again, thinking, wondering. After that he brought up the subject over and over, every time we made love. I got so I just agreed, it made him excited and..harder? I sometimes even orgasmed with him, that was nice and a few times I told him some more stories which would get his face buried between my legs, lapping away at me. I loved that part. Bill changed some, too. He looked at me differently but never really said anything. He spent more time in the back between customers with me, helping me load the trays. It wasn't anything obvious but I could tell. Then one week Sandy was gone to visit some relatives and deal with an estate problem, an Aunt or something had left them some property. Bill and I were working the store alone, he asked me to work every day instead of just the normal two days a week since Sandy was gone. He asked me if I wanted to go to lunch so we did. "So what is up with Dan?" Bill asked as were were eating. "What do you mean?" I asked "He seems to like you to dress... all..well....sexy..when going out, but here at the store you are conservative?" "Dan likes me to look sexy." I blushed. Then somehow it came pouring out, I told Bill about the madeup stories, and even Dan's suggestions about me being with someone else. Then I told him how Dan had reacted when someone actually did try to pick me up, he had really gotten defensive. "I have heard of that." Bill said. "Some men get excited at the prospect of their wife with someone else." "I think it is just a harmless fantasy" I said. "I am sure he doesn't really mean it." That evening after dinner Dan asked me if I had done it yet. "Done what yet?" "You and Bill, like you said." "That was just talk." "I thought since you two are all alone this week, it is the perfect time." "You want me to let Bill....?" my voice trailed off. "Yes, that would be hot. You should go for it!" He was grinning at me. "I suppose you want to watch?" I said, almost sarcastically. "Oh, God. That would be great!" I wasn't exactly prepared for that answer. Every night all week long Dan brought up the subject of Bill. I made it to Friday by answering with "Maybe." Sandy would be home and things could go back to normal. About 3 PM the phone rang, I picked it up and it was Sandy. "Hi, Dana! Can you tell Bill I will need another week at least? There is a probate to attend and some complications." "Oh. OK." I told her. "So how are things going? Are you and Bill getting along?" "Yes, everything is normal." "OK, Well, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She laughed, Then she hung up. What the hell did that mean? I told Bill, he just nodded and asked me if I would work in Sandy's place for another week. Of course I agreed. The next Monday Bill and I went to lunch. "How is it going with Dan? Is he still pestering you?" "Yes, but he doesn't really mean it." "There is one way to find out." He looked at me pointedly. "How is that?" "You could invite me over to dinner, we could see how he reacts if we act up a bit." Well, that was an idea. I knew I could trust Bill and if we acted up a little Dan would put a stop to it and that would be it. "OK. Let's try it." We made a date for Wednesday night. I told Dan that Bill was coming over for dinner. "Great!" He smiled at me. "Maybe you could..look good?" "I will look good all right." I thought. I made a nice dinner, Dan and Bill yapped away about everything from ball games to who was winning all the races on TV. I moved around serving and taking care of things. Dan had looked at me funny when all I wore was a white T-shirt and slacks but he didn't say anything. Then the guys moved to the living room, I made some drinks, taking care to make them half again as strong as I normally would. Within a couple of hours they were both buzzing pretty good. "I think I will go change into something comfortable." I told them as I set down a tray of snacks. They both just looked at me as I went into the bedroom. I half expected them to follow me but they didn't. I took a quick shower, then selected a white cotton nightgown that came to halfway down my thighs and was overly large. I could be careful and nothing would show but if I leaned over the top would gap open a foot, the hem was short enough to cover me, too, but it was also very short. I wore nothing underneath, I would know in short order if Dan was serious or not. I was sure he would step in the instant things started to get out of control. I came out, they both looked up at me as I plopped down on the couch between them. They were both quiet, so I grabbed the controller and started changing the channels. "Hey!" They both laughed in unison, grabbing for it. I put up a struggle trying to hang onto it. Bill grabbed me around the middle which caused the hem of my nightgown to pull up as Dan grabbed at my arms. We were giggling and laughing, then I realized my lower body was now fully on display. Dan managed to obtain the controller, I tugged the hem of my nightgown back down. "Great beaver shot, honey!", Dan laughed as I turned pink. "Did you get a good look?", he asked Bill. "Not really, that was kind of quick.", Bill was grinning. "Show Bill your pussy, honey!", Dan said. "No!" I grabbed the hem of my nightgown as Dan tugged at it, trying to pull it up. I leaned forward to fend off his hands, of course that made the top gap open and Bill was sitting right there. I was in a tug of war with Dan and Bill just leaned forward to take a good look at my nipples, nothing I could do about it. "Check out those pretty little titties!" Dan said as I let go of his wrists to pull my top back. Dan took that opportunity to pull the hem way up, but I was sitting down with my legs closed so I knew all he could see was just the top of my mound. Then I felt Bill take ahold of my wrist, I looked at him and he smiled. I knew this was it, so I stopped struggling. Dan pulled the nightgown even higher, I just lay back. He pulled it up even higher, both of my breasts fell free. Then Bill reached over and put his right hand on my waist, began to stroke me. I felt all tingly but expected Dan to call a halt. He didn't, Bill was stroking my left breast with his fingers, then his hand went down to my waist, then lower. I had my legs pressed tightly together. Dan pulled me towards him, this caused my body to turn away from Bill. In one motion Dan tugged the nightgown up and over my head, I just lifted my arms to let him. Now I was completely naked, not even shoes or jewelry! "Isn't she beautiful?" Dan asked Bill. Bill was rubbing my fanny by now. I felt Dan pull on my upper body, he was trying to roll me over on my back with my lower body facing Bill. I just let him. Dan put both hands around me, cradling my breasts, his finger rolling the tips of both of my nipples as Bill sat and watched. I lifted my right leg and placed it on the couch, pushing my foot in behind him. He smiled at me, looked down at my crotch as I moved my right knee over against the back of the couch. My left foot was on the floor, I knew that Dan would call a halt at any moment. Bill leaned forward and pressed his lips against my sex, causing flashes of light behind my eyes. I felt the sudden flood of moisture as Bill licked at me. Then Bill stood up, I saw him fumbling at his front. His pants opened, it was almost like in slow motion. He stepped out of them, his heavy cock swinging free, pointing straight out. I noticed the head was like a bulb and it was bare, he was circumcised. I had never seen one like that except in pictures. Then he was probing at my entrance as Dan sat there holding me. I realized as I felt the first thrust that Dan wasn't going to call a halt, then he was in me and pounding away. My head started to spin and my hips came up to meet him. Bill was fucking me! He was bigger than Dan, too. It seemed like he was hitting things inside me that I didn't know were there, I let out a moan as the first wave poured over me, then the second. I don't know how many times I orgasmed, it was a lot for a long time, then I felt Bill get harder and I was full of his seed. I began to realize my surroundings, Bill was still pressed against me, Dan was behind holding me, I must have faded out for a few moments. I turned and put my feet on the floor, sheepish about what had just happened. I retreated to the bathroom. I found a robe and came back out, both of them we sitting there dressed like nothing had happened. Misinterpretation Ch. 02 "You motherfucking goddamn son of a bitch!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, flailing at my husband Dan with both hands. He was trying to hold me, stop my hysterical screaming and swinging at him. I tried to dig at him, slash at him with my fingernails to no avail. Of course I kept them trimmed very close and spotless, after all, I had my hands in bread dough all day at Bill's bakery. "You ruined everything!" I stopped swinging, started to sob. Dan gathered me in his arms and held me as my body convulsed. I realized I was still naked, Bill had long since beaten a hasty retreat. I tore loose from my husband and ran to the bedroom, slammed the door. Dan was at the door in seconds, knocking. "Dana? Honey? Please, I am sorry, I didn't realize you would take it this way." I ignored him. Dan had been making comments for months, buying me clothes and talking me into wearing things out in public that I would have never even considered. Then he was suggesting I sleep with Bill? Bill was my boss at the bakery, I never even thought of him like that. Besides, he was married to Sandy, they were just our friends. When I had blurted out to Bill some of the things that were going on, it was his idea that we fiddle around some and get Dan jealous, that would put a stop to it. I guess I was stupid. I thought some teasing, something like that would do the trick, so when Bill came over for dinner I came out afterwards in just a big T-shirt. Somehow we got to horsing around, I ended up nude and then Bill was nude and all the rest just happened. When Dan didn't start to throw a fit as my breasts were exposed, I went to the next step. Naked, I actually opened my legs to let Bill see me. After all, it was just Bill, plus I had lost some of my usual modesty wearing those skimpy clothes out in public. The whole thing made me feel naughty, sexual. I was being blatant. I opened my legs to let Bill see me, what was he supposed to expect? I was sure that that would be when Dan called a halt. He didn't, then it was too late, it happened and I didn't stop it. I didn't even try to stop it. It was days later before I realized I had actually wanted it. But I even orgasmed, what the hell was wrong with me? This wasn't my husband. My climax was huge, powerful, like nothing I had ever felt before in my life! Dan usually gave me orgasms, pleasant ones. Soft and sweet, the kind that made me feel warm and comforted. This one was incredible, it started the instant Bill touched me and went on and on, each one higher and stronger until I had no sense at all of where or who or what, just spasms crashing across my entire body. When it was over I was suddenly ashamed. Then Bill said that my Dan and Sandy had been messing around, that tore it! I exploded in a rage, Bill got the drift and got out of there, leaving me screaming at Dan. Now, in my bedroom, I cried myself to sleep. I felt guilty, dirty. I had cheated, I was used. I was completely confused, afraid. Sleep came, with it, dreams. A blur, an erection, so large coming at me. There was no face or body, just the joining as my body was pressed open, forced to expand in pleasure and pain. I could not move, lying there awake with muscles that would not respond as the dream tore at my loins. The orgasm was so powerful I passed out. Or I dreamed I did. The next morning, I woke up with the Sun shining in my eyes. Looking at the clock, I was late for work. But I knew I couldn't go to work, no way could I ever face Bill again. I showered for a long time, trying to get the screaming hot water to wash away the memories. Yet as I scrubbed at my outer lips I felt the waves begin, I sank to my knees as the near scalding water cascaded over me. Dan was gone to work, so I dressed and went into the living room. There was a note from him, I picked it up. "I'm sorry. I love you." I sat at the kitchen table, sipping some coffee, thinking. Then the phone rang. "Are you all right?" It was Sandy. "I am fine. What do you want?" My tone was nasty. "Honey, we didn't...Bill called and told me, he said you got all upset." "You and Dan? You have been fucking DAN behind my back?" My voice rose as the anger came flooding back. "Dana..DANA!...Dan said..we thought you would be willing?" I hung up on her. The phone rang again almost instantly, I let it ring. I had no idea what to do, where to go. I had no one to even talk to. It was several hours later when the phone rang again. "Dana? Can we talk?" It was Dan. "What do you want?" I used my harshest tone. "I just want you to know I am sorry, It won't happen again." "Dan, I am not ready to talk to you yet." "All right. I will talk to you when I get home." "Dan, you don't understand. Don't you DARE come back here tonight!" I slammed the phone down. It rang again, instantly. I ignored it. I went in to start packing my bags, then I changed my mind. I gathered up all of Dan's clothes, stuffed them in garbage bags. That seemed fitting. I carried them outside and piled them on the lawn. Then I called a locksmith to come and change the locks. He was there in 30 minutes, a nice looking young man about 25 or so. It popped into my head to seduce the guy, fuck him senseless. But I shook that thought out of my head. He handed me the new keys, I wrote him a check as he looked at the bumps my nipples made in the T-shirt I wore. I knew he was looking, the thought made my vagina suddenly dampen, my nipples firm up. I barely managed to control my voice as I handed him the check. I didn't have a car, I usually just rode my bike to my job at the bakery. I called a taxi, had him drive me to the bank and closed all of our accounts, took the cashier's checks to a different bank and deposited them. Then I went back home. I expected Dan to arrive right after work, he didn't. I sat there and waited for him, getting madder by the minute. Finally at 10 O'clock I knew he wasn't coming. I know, I told him not to but I thought he would anyway. The phone didn't ring, either. That made me even madder. I found a bottle of Gin in the cabinet, poured myself some with some grape juice. It tasted terrible, I drank it anyway. I woke up the next morning on the couch, my mouth was dry, my head spun. I went into the kitchen and threw up in the sink. It was afternoon when there was a knock on the door. I looked out, Sandy was standing on the porch. I decided I would just ignore the bitch. Fuck her, leave her standing out there on the porch! I jerked the door open a crack, glared at her. "Can I come in?" her voice was almost timid. I just opened the door, stood aside. She looked me up and down. "Are you sick?" "No, I have a hangover." I went into the kitchen, got some coffee. I was on my third pot. I thought of putting some poisen in hers but I didn't have any. I handed her the cup. "So what do you want?" "Apologize. I want to...Bill and I thought you guys would..enjoy..Oh, God! This is so hard." "You wanted to fuck Dan and you thought if Bill and I were then you won't feel guilty? Is that it?" I was being very loud. "No, Bill likes to..watch me." She blushed at the admission. "Dan was at our house. It just happened. Then we were talking and we thought you would join in." "That is why Dan kept buying me those clothes, making me show off in public?" "Probably. I think so. He wanted to get you used to the idea." "Well, I'm not used to it!" "We are sorry, Dana. It won't happen again. We just want to go back to the way things were before." "I will think about it." Sandy left, I busied myself around the house, trying to keep my mind blank. Six o'clock came and went, Dan didn't come home. The phone didn't ring, either. I began to get mad again, then I was worried. By 10 PM I called a taxi, had him drive me around town looking for Dan's car. I didn't find it. By the next morning, I was beginning to panic. I called Dan's work, they said he wasn't in, that he had taken vacation leave. The secretary's voice sounded sad to me. I called Sandy, she said she had no idea either where Dan was. "Lying bitch!" I thought, pissed off again. By weekend I was going nuts with worry. I must have called his cell phone 200 times, nothing. He had it turned off, he even had the voicemail turned off. Then finally it rang. Dan picked up. "Where the hell are you?" I demanded. "I'm in the motel, down at the coast." I knew exactly which one, at the Casino, the bastard. The same one we sometimes vacationed at. "What are you doing there?" "I took some time off, to let you cool down. Plus I needed some time to think." I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I am coming down there." "How are you going to get here?" "I will get a car." "OK. We really need to talk. I love you!" I hung up, started to call a rental agency. Then it hit me. Dan's 401K had over $200,000 in it, and I just happened to have the access code since I handled all the bills and finances. Dan never paid any real attention to any of that, he just used his credit cards for everything. I had already moved the savings and checking account. I was pissed off again. I turned on the computer, transferred half of his 401K account to my personal checking account. I showered, trimmed myself, put on my makeup and one of the naughty dresses Dan had bought for me early on when he started his little games. It was blue, Dan liked blue. It hooked at the shoulder and the two strips of cloth just draped over my breasts. It was also thin enough it required a bra in public, I didn't bother. I didn't bother with hose or panties, either. I packed a suitcase with the nastiest clothes I had in the closet, I even added the tiny pink bikini Dan had bought for me that I had never had the courage to wear since I almost couldn't stand up and stay in it. Plus if I actually did get it wet, it pretty much vanished, it had no liners. Then I called a taxi. I had no problem at all getting the car salesman to help me. The nice young man helping me spent a lot of time looking at my titties that were nearly completely exposed, I just let him look, making no effort at all to hide anything. The bright yellow Mustang with the engine that was loud and rumbled served me just fine. It had some black trim and about every fancy addition the company offered. I wrote them a personal check for almost $70,000, that got some funny looks as it took me three tries to get the numbers small enough to get it all on one line. The salesman huddled with the manager, they kept looking at me and then the check. One phone call to the bank and they were back handing me the keys, all smiles. I put my suitcase in the back, it barely fit. I started the engine, pulled it into gear. It made a terrible noise, lurched a couple of feet and stopped. I tried again, it did the same thing. I was sitting there confused, the young salesman came up to me. "It's a stick shift, miss." Stick shift? Just great. I looked down at the floorboards at the extra pedal that I had thought was the emergency brake. I realized I didn't have a clue how this car worked, I almost never drove and when I did I just pulled the lever into gear and pressed on the gas and it would go. "Get in!" I looked at him. It was an order. He got an odd look on his face but obeyed, I saw the other people all watching us with big grins. "Show me how this works!" I had to learn how to drive a stick shift, whatever that was. "Push that pedal on the left, that's the clutch. Put it in the first gear, then speed the engine up a little and let the clutch out slowly." I did that, the car jumped forward with a lurch and a loud squeal of the tires, and we were moving. Three times around the block and I had the hang of it, except for once when it turned around backwards in 2nd gear, my foot slipped. I dropped the salesman off. I noticed his knuckles were white from having them embedded in the seat. He came around to the driver's side window. "Thanks!" I smiled sweetly at him. "Lady, any time you need anything, anything at all..." He was looking at my right breast, it was completely exposed from the thin strip of cloth sliding over. I didn't care. Dan wants me naughty, by God he gets me naughty! "Maybe I will take you up on that when I get back." I smiled. I swear, he blushed. I was still giggling when I found the onramp to the highway. Once on the highway to the coast I practiced a little with the gears, it was pretty easy. I had some troubles at the first few stop lights when the engine chugged to a stop but I got it going again, finally remembering to step on the extra pedal when I wanted to stop. I also learned to keep it from squealing the tires every time I changed gears. I pulled into the valet area at the casino, handed the keys to the attendent who stood there staring at me in shock. "Don't scratch it!" I said, with a toss of my hair. "Just park it right over there and bring me the keys back." The attendent ran all the way back across the parking lot, that was funny. I tipped him a couple of dollars as he stood there redfaced, staring at my almost bare breasts. I found Dan right where I knew he would be, sitting there pushing buttons on a $1 slot machine. "Wow!" he exclaimed as I walked up. "You like?" I did a little spin. There was a heavyset older woman sitting at the machine next to him, she looked me up and down with a disapproving stare. I smiled sweetly at her. Dan cashed out and we went upstairs for lunch. I was getting quite a bit of attention, there aren't many dressed like I was in the middle of the afternoon. In fact, there wasn't anybody dressed like me. "So are you all right? He asked me. "Sure, I am fine. I have just been doing like you want me to." "Doing? What do you mean?" "Well, I took a taxi downtown and back, and I invited the driver in." I lied. "You did?" "Yes, he was black, too. It's true what they say about black men." I delivered a perfect giggle. "You....you...?" He stammered. His eyes were as big as silver dollars. "Then the car saleman, he was young and cute." "Car salesman? Car? What car?" "The new Mustang, I told you I was going to get a car." "I thought you were going to rent one?" "No I just bought one. The car salesman was really nice!" I added. Dan's face was bright red. "But that was all, just the two...this week." I smiled. Dan looked like he was about to pop, I managed to keep a straight face. "Oh, I used your 401K to buy the Mustang." "I knew you wouldn't mind." I added. "Besides, half of it is still there." Dan was fairly quiet as we finished lunch. We headed for his room, I had plans for him. On the way out, I spotted a waiter, young and cute. I nudged Dan. "See that one?" He looked at the guy, his face confused. "Remind me for later!" I walked on ahead of him, laughing. I expected Dan to be all over me the instant the door closed. He wasn't. "You are making all that up!" He accused me. I walked over to the window, took out the keypad for the Mustang, hit the door lock button. The horn blew, the running lights flashed, even though the car was clear over on the other side of the lot. Dan stood there looking out at the car, then back at me. His face was dark. I decided to change the subject. I reached up to the catch on my shoulder, tripped it, let my dress drop. I didn't have anything on underneath. Dan's eyes dropped, his eyes got as funny look as he realized I was shaved. I walked over to him, undid his shirt. "Come on! I am in the mood!" I was too, almost giddy with excitement for some reason. Finally getting him naked, I spent a lot of time. He wasn't erect, and he wasn't acting normal. When he did manage to slide inside me he felt softer than normal, I could feel him actually bending as he tried to push. He managed a weak orgasm, I didn't. "What's the matter, I thought you liked me this way?" "I do, but....." "But what..? "I don't know." Later I took a shower, started to dress. I had a white blouse the buttoned up the front, and a tan skirt that would be too short on a 16 year old. I left the blouse unbuttoned to below my nipples. Dan looked at me, he didn't seem upset but he didn't seem happy, either. "Could you maybe put something on a little more...conservative?" he said. "Like what?" "That top needs a bra." "I didn't bring one." "Oh. Maybe button it up some?" I fastened a couple of buttons. "Better?" "That skirt. I can almost see you standing up!" "I thought that was the idea? Oh, all right!" I dug out my blue skirt, it was longer and would match. "Don't you have a...panties...a thong?" "No, I didn't bring any." Dan just sighed. We walked over to the casino, wandered around, played some games a little. Dan never got very far away, and he seemed...upset? I was getting quite a bit of attention, Dan was scowling at the men as they would change directions to walk by me, getting a closer look. None of the machines seemed to be cooperating. Finally we gave up, went back to the room. The fight started almost as soon as the door was closed. "I don't want you looking like a slut!" He had his voice raised. "You bought me these goddamned clothes!" I shot back. "You can't be fucking every man you meet!" "You are fucking Sandy!" "That was...it was an accident." He actually blushed. "I suppose what you and Bill did to me was an accident?" "I thought you..wanted...you were telling me about all the things you were doing." I hesitated. He was right, I did do that. "I made all that up. I thought it turned you on." "Well, what about the Taxi driver? The car salesman?" "I made it up." Dan just looked at me, he didn't seem to believe me. "It's true. I haven't..I didn't do anything. Just the clothes, I thought you liked that." "I do, but just...sometimes? Oh, hell. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me." "What about Bill? You didn't stop him." "I..Dana, I thought you wanted to..You didn't really struggle. Then when you...you opened your legs and he was sitting right there..?" "Maybe I did! Maybe I did want to! But Bill said we would tease you and you would stop it." Dan took me in his arms, held me as some tears slid down my cheeks. "They were our friends! And now..." My voice trailed off. "Dana, what are we doing? Let's just stop this." "I love you!" "I love you too, Dan." I pressed closer to him. I felt him hard against me. My man, wanting me again. I was confused but the sensations began to overpower me. Makeup sex, it can be the best of all. Dan was like an animal, he teased and licked me, spending a solid half hour flicking his tongue first on one nipple, then the other as my head swam. Then he pressed me back, I opened my legs to give him access. I felt his firmness, then he was pressing inside. A vision instead of Bill pressing into me flashed inside my mind, I tried to shake it off but the orgasms hit me over and over and over as my hips lifted against Dan. My very best one with my husband. I managed to muffle my voice as I almost cried out Bill's name. That would have been disaster. Later, I showered. I reached down and felt myself, still swollen, puffy. Just the touch brought the thoughts back. A few strokes and I orgasmed in the shower, the thought of Bill pressing inside me, my hips rising eagerly to meet him. My knees buckled as I moaned quietly, hoping Dan wouldn't hear. I lay there for a long time that night, listening to the soft snores coming from Dan lying next to me. Bill and me. Dan and Sandy. Some things can't be undone. We would be heading home the next day, back to our lives. I wasn't really sure what that would be like. I knew that outside I wanted to be just a faithful housewife. Inside I felt the lust, that moment with Bill had changed me. It was all confusing, erotic, jumbled inside my mind. Pulling two different directions. Misinterpretation Ch. 02 Somewhere deep inside I wanted to do that again. I wanted to feel Bill inside me, my legs pressed wide as he pounded away, my hips rising as the climax washed over me. My mind knew I should not, I must not. I knew I probably would. I lay there and shuddered at the thought. More thoughts of eyes on me, my breasts exposed, watching them watch me as my legs part, an exquisite glimpse of my most secret parts. I had changed, I realized that. I wondered if I would even be able to control it. I knew that my Dan wasn't a wimp, but I also knew he did like control. So if he wanted that, I could give it to him. I could be whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He would have no need to know all the truth. I smiled to myself as I faded into sleep. Misinterpretation I sat in the chair across from them. "Dan, I am sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen." He looked at me and smiled. "It was fun, wasn't it?" That confused me, I know he had said he wanted me to but I didn't think he meant it really. Bill had said we were going to tease Dan and that was it. "What about Sandy?" I said. "It's no problem." Dan answered. "It's not?" I asked, confused. "Don't worry, I have watched Dan fuck Sandy a dozen times in the last year or so." Bill told me with a grin. "You were a bit tougher to bring around." he added. I just sat there and stared at the two of them, wondering where this all would lead. Inside, I had a sinking feeling it might not be good. They turned me into a whore. And I let them.