9 comments/ 27133 views/ 2 favorites Fashionable Fantasy By: LordMhoram What Happens When Rubber Meets the Road with a Common Fantasy? While this is my own work, the original 'seed' of the idea was from sirhugs, who gave his permission for someone to do the story. I accepted the challenge. It's a bit rushed, but I hope you like it. If it proves to be popular, I may continue the story. ----- "Does it really matter?" The words hung in the air; their presence palpable. I had just accused my wife of cheating, and she asked if it mattered! I could only stand there; slack-jawed and stunned speechless. But as the moments of strained silence slipped by, as the initial shock began to wear off, I realized my cock was stiffening! Tara had apparently not yet noticed as she faced me with a challenging posture. She seemed unabashed, even defiant in the face of the accusation. Her retort was but confirmation to my ears of what my eyes saw. Her hair was tousled, her lipstick slightly smudge at one corner of her mouth, and the buttons of her short, light sundress were misaligned. Add the smug I've-just-been-well-fucked look in her eyes and the set of her mouth, and there was little doubt; my wife had had sex with another man, and loved it. I was furious that she had cheated on me. That she was being such an uncaring, callous bitch about it was almost too much to take. Yet she looked so fucking hot right now. Her sexuality was screaming at me, making my skin grow hot, my pulse race, and my cock go painfully hard. She was my wife. Mine! I could have her, and I wanted her now; needed her. My mind was in turmoil; yes, I had fantasized about her with another man. Sucking his cock, letting him fuck her. But always with me there, watching, directing. Controlling her -- ah, just the thought sent powerful thrills through my body as I pictured my cute, petite wife opening herself for a stranger just because I told her to. My hands were shaking, and my cock was throbbing, painfully restricted in my pants. Tara again spoke into the silence. "You've been hinting for years how you would like to see me with another man, watch me suck his cock..." I finally found my voice, "Yeah, with me there!" I threw back at her, noting how raw my voice sounded. "Well, you can't have everything." She was being belligerent, but she looked down at that moment, and saw my reaction, plainly straining at my crotch. A complex change of expression passed briefly across her pretty face, which she tried to cover by brushing a long lock of light brown, nearly blonde hair behind her ear. It wasn't lust, or anger, or shame. What had I seen? Hope? Then she schooled her expression, went blank as she stepped towards me and knelt, her hands rapidly fumbling at my belt. Opening my pants she quickly slid her hand inside my boxers, grabbed my heated cock and freed it from its prison. She immediately swallowed it as far as she could, then began a frantic sucking and jerking action. In just a few seconds I felt myself on the verge of exploding, but somehow I was able to pull away, stop my ejaculation. I was barely able to stand, and staggered just a few steps back from her with my glistening cock waving wetly in the air. It took more moments of intense concentration to control myself, though several large pearls of precum escaped to dangle viscously from my cut knob. "I was supposed to be there!" I gasped, having difficulty speaking. "Tell me everything. Now!" "Doug, I..." "TELL ME," I shouted at her. She didn't like being ordered, or yelled at, and she became angry. Hands on her hips, she slowly began taking short, stiff steps towards me. "I met him in a coffee shop," she began, with her chin thrust out as if daring me to hit her. "He was ogling me. I smiled at him and asked him if he liked what he saw. He said 'yes'. I asked him what he intended to do about it." I was pretty sure it didn't go down exactly like that. Tara was being obstinate, deliberately crass about it. Her attitude was really pissing me off. It was doing something else to me too. I could hardly breath, and I could hardly hear her over the violent rush of my blood through my body. "He took my hand and dragged me roughly outside," she continued, now standing right in front of me, one hip cocked with her arms folded under her modest, firm breasts. I noticed her nipples, like twin pencil erasers, were trying hard to pierce the material of her dress. I wanted to touch them, bite them. Maybe hurt them. "He made me stand in front of him, in a dirty alley, only a hundred feet from a busy street, and completely unbutton my sundress." She paused and smirked at me before continuing. "I forgot to wear my underwear today. He made me hold my dress open. Made me stand naked, in broad daylight, in that filthy alley while he looked me over like a painting he might buy." Her face was becoming lustful. I would never have called Tara a prude, but to see her getting aroused by the story, by what she had done, was a revelation to me. And it was making me feel hotter; my whole body was shaking with desire; and anger. "Then he ordered me to squat in front of him with my knees wide apart. I had to deep throat him while I played with myself." She licked her lips after saying that. Who was this stranger standing in front of me? "He stopped me right before he came. He made me move to the other side of the alley. There was an old gas tank against the wall, and he told me to drop my dress and lean backwards over the tank. Mmm, he had me naked now, bent backwards with my pussy pushed forward. A smelly dumpster protected us a little from view from the street, so I didn't expect to be interrupted." Her words painted a vivid picture in my mind. The fantasy come true warring in my mind between outrage and mind-blowing arousal. "When he stepped close to me, I willingly opened my legs wide for him. He was long and thick, but I wanted him so badly, I was so wet, he slid straight into me." My breathing was ragged. I couldn't decide whether to stop her, or hunger for the rest. My cock was still quivering, waving freely in the air between us, still so hard it hurt. Then Tara stepped right up against me, grasped my cock in her hand, put her face inches from mine. Looking up at me, she quietly said, "I let him fuck me bareback." I tried to inhale, but only three, short, shuddering breaths could I manage before my throat constricted too far. Tara rose up on her toes, moved her luscious mouth close to my ear, and in a silky whisper concluded, " I came on his dick. I came for him as I felt his cum squirt inside me." My world froze for an instant. I couldn't decide whether to fuck her or fight her. So I did both. With an inarticulate growl I grabbed her upper arms and lifted her almost completely clear of the floor. She yelped with real fear. I swung her around, trading places as I slammed her, a little too hard maybe, against the wall. I smashed my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue inside even as I mashed the full length of my body against hers. I kept her pinned for several seconds till I felt her start to move, to respond. She started to kiss me back with a hunger that nearly matched my own. I stepped back from her, grabbed the front of her sundress, and tore it open in a single sharp motion. She was indeed naked underneath. I roughly pushed it off her shoulders and whipped it off her arms. Again, I slammed against her body, pinning her to the wall, but this time my cock was pressed against her naked belly, and hers arms were free to grab at me, her nails scratching my back as we each tried to consume the other. With a strength I didn't know she had, and an animal growl that was a match for my own, she pushed my chest far enough away to get a grip on my shirt and pop all my buttons in rapid succession. I finished the task by throwing it off my shoulders and ripping it from my arms in frantic haste. Again I pressed myself against her with a hungry kiss, this time relishing the feel of her bared breasts crushed to my chest, her hard nipples trapped against the ridges of my muscles. She was whimpering and gasping. Her hands flew to my ass, grabbing my cheeks painfully as she rose up on tip toes, trying to get high enough to impale herself on my cock. I moved suddenly to one side and thrust my hand rudely into her pussy. She was sopping wet, and strangely slick. A second later, the ammonia scent of cum assailed my nostrils. A stranger's cum. I pulled my fingers free and looked at my hand. There plainly was the whitish goo diluted by my wife's juices, hanging in strings between my fingers. I raised my hand and showed it to her, the strong smell of his essence mixed with hers a pungent message of betrayal, debauchery, lust. Fantasy. Tara looked at my fingers, her mouth still open and gasping from our kissing, our need. She knew what she was looking at, but when she met my gaze, there was no anger, no defiance. Only lust and... And... Submission? On impulse, I took a large handful of her hair in my free fist, titled her head back, and thrust my cum-drenched hand to her mouth. Without hesitation she opened for me, then closed her lips around my fingers as her tongue swirled energetically around my fingers. I saw her throat work as she swallowed. A strange man's cum was running down inside her, into her stomach. Was even now leaking from her wet sex. I was flushed with anger. I was overwhelmed with lust. I pushed her roughly down to the floor and fell on her, almost spearing her in that same motion with my over-hard rod. I raised up slightly, and easily found her hole; she was so wet, so spread open, I slipped into her to the hilt in one aggressive thrust. She immediately began thrusting back against me, with an urgency and intensity I had never experienced from her before. Her nails were again at my back digging painfully; another thing she had always managed to control in the past. I didn't care. I was not careful about my weight, and I crushed her beneath me, wrapping one arm around her head, pressing down on her body to keep her from slipping away from my rampaging cock. She was having some trouble breathing, yet refused to yield her tight grip on my back, pulling me down to her. It wasn't even a minute, and she was screaming incoherently as she started to tense up. How I lasted beyond 10 seconds, I don't know, and I was glad to have held back this long. But that was it. As Tara began building, I couldn't hold it, didn't want to. My growl turned into a shout as I came, hammering at my wife's sex as hard and fast as I could, unable to get enough, wanting to be deeper, wanting more. It was the final push she needed as her body locked up with her back arched, her pussy clamped on my pumping cock, and her scream alerting half the neighborhood. ----- Doug's reaction really surprised me. I mean, I figured he'd be mad, and we'd fight. And honestly, I was scared what might come of it. I love him, and I didn't want to lose him. I wasn't scared about what he might do except that he would no longer love me. Well, I was a little scared, I admit. But dammit, the way he threw it all at me, like I as some cheap whore or stupid, naive girl. It was his fantasy, dammit! Okay, I admit I knew he didn't want it to go down like this; he wanted to be there, for my safety and for his excitement. I get it. I just... didn't really know if I could do it with him watching. Does that sound stupid? Anyway, I went home deliberately leaving all the signs plainly evident. I did not consider what I had done as cheating. He really did want me to do this, and well, he'd just have to get over the fact that, the first time at least, I needed to do my way, on my own. Next time, if there ever is a next time, we'll talk about it. I had no intention of hiding it from him. This really was my way of trying to give him what he had made pretty clear he wanted. I had no interest in this for myself. I mean I liked it, I enjoyed it, but I'd never do it except that he wanted it. So there we were in a kind of stand off. Like I said, he just started off on the wrong foot, and got my back up, so instead of the presentation I had rehearsed all the way home, instead I found myself throwing it back in his face. "Does it really matter?" What? What was I thinking? NOT what I had planned at all. But he was being, well, shit. Childish. Now I was worried my greatest fear was coming true. This was going downhill fast, but I couldn't seem to stop it. I kept baiting him with my answers and attitude. Then I noticed he had a hardon. Oh...my...god! He was angry, but also very aroused. Shit, he looked like he was going to bust out of his pants. Maybe this was a path I could follow to get us back on track, to avert this disaster. That was my hope when I decided to give it a shot. I moved to give him a head job, and I worked quickly, thinking this would relive his stress, everyone would calm down, and we could talk this through. Then, just when I thought he was going to cum, he pulled away. I tried to talk to him, but he only wanted to hear the details of my encounter. I fought to stay civil, but the way he ordered me to speak, as if he had any fucking right to be like this, pissed me off to the core. So I relapsed, and started taunting him with the details, deliberately making it as dirty as I could; cheap and nasty. Part of me was screaming at myself to shut the fuck up, but I was too mad to listen to my own good advice. Actually, I wasn't really lying about any of it; well, except for the very start, how I got to talking to the guy, but the basics of the story were true. I just left out all the civilized parts that took the edge off the raunchiness of the story I fed my husband. That said, the actual event was still pretty hot in a dirty way. ----- Doug had been hinting about adding a guy into the mix for a long time. It was nothing new, but for a long time I just figured it was one of his fantasies, not really something he wanted to do. I know this is not uncommon amongst men, but I also thought the reality would not be something they'd want to face. Most guys seem real funny about another man's cum in the pussy they consider 'theirs'. They seem very possessive about such things, which is fine by me. I had no desire to bed other men, likewise, while I didn't get all bent out of shape if my husband worked up an appetite elsewhere, I expected him to 'eat at home'. Then, no too long ago, things changed. He became persistent about it. He made references to it all the time, and more than once made it clear he was serious, that he really would enjoy seeing me with another guy. Still doubtful, I tried putting more effort into our love-life, thinking he felt he was not getting enough or something. Then he started suggesting that the idea of being with another man was getting me hot. I tried to deny it for a while, then gave up as Doug seemed determined that I shared his fantasy. At last, I accepted that he was serious. So I began to actually consider it. I wondered what it would be like, how I would feel afterward. How Doug would feel afterward. I was mostly worried about it damaging our relationship. After seven years and no kids (my bad) I had resigned myself to focusing on Doug and our marriage. In a way, not having to worry about pregnancy was a relief, and I felt oddly more relaxed when having sex. I didn't have to worry about the side effects of contraception, and I was determined to make the most of the cards life had dealt me. Still, after seven years, who can keep things really intense, you know? So I admit, I found myself enjoying thinking about Doug's fantasy even before I decided it might actually happen. I would sometimes daydream about scenarios, and I soon realized that every scenario I felt comfortable with didn't begin with Doug involved. Whenever I thought about him being there the first time, I just got all embarrassed. The whole mood would vanish, and I'd decide it was just a bad idea. But when I thought about doing it first on my own terms, in a way I could feel comfortable with, then going home and telling him, well, that made me warm inside, sometimes even made me squirm, and I would imagine how I would get home and share this new thing with Doug, and how happy he'd be with this new aspect of our relationship, his fantasy brought to life. Of course, reality and fantasy don't always mix so well. I was worried about how things would turn out, but managed to convince myself it would be okay because Doug really wanted me to do this. So it was, late on that warm spring day, I was walking through the city wearing a rather short, pretty sun dress, and leather sandals with a two-inch heel. While waiting at a crossing for the traffic to break, I noticed a tall, older man looking at me and smiling; I smiled back at him before looking to the traffic, waiting for a gap. I could feel him still looking, and I was feeling a little nervous when I turned to him again. He seemed startled for a moment, then laughed aloud. "I am sorry, I was staring, I'm sorry. You just, look so lovely." He seemed to embarrass himself, and rushed to correct it. "I mean, the sun was on your face just right, and your hair, which smells like spring by the way, was gently moving in the breeze, it was rather intoxicating, actually." His eyes traveled over my body and back to my face. I felt a warm flush, partly at the boldness of his appraisal, but partly at the honest compliments he had just paid me. And, he was pretty good looking. A lot like how I guess Dug might look in twenty or so years, except maybe a little shorter, slightly heavier built, and perhaps a tad darker. Both men had black hair, though this guy had a lot of silver through his. Nice contrast to my near-blonde tresses. "Thank you," I replied, "that is kind of you to say. A girl always appreciates flattery." Uh, did I just say that out loud? Tara, you are a dork! I blushed. "Again, I apologize. I have made you uncomfortable." And with that he turned to walk away. "No wait," I called after him, moving to follow, "It's not that, I'm just, well, caught off guard a little you know? Please, let me walk with you." Oh crap, was I hitting on him? A tingle downstairs said "yes", but I as thinking this guy is too polite. I didn't want this to be romantic or 'nice'. It was not supposed to involve my mind, or heart, just my body. I could only picture this as being, well, dirty. The thought, and the images that came with it, sent a stronger surge through my body, and a definite warming between my legs. "Well, quite unexpected, but I'm hardly going to turn down the company of a beautiful woman". "Now I know you are being a flatterer," I chided him. I as attractive, I suppose, and had a pretty good figure (no kids had that blessing, at least), but I was under no illusions about being beautiful. Cute, maybe, I thought with a smile. So we walked for a while, talking about nothing, lightly flirtatious at times. I was wondering how to break into, well, you know, the 'indecent proposal'. Also, I was still wondering if he would even go for it. He seemed more likely to want to take me to dinner and a romantic evening in a beautiful suite. Not what I needed. After a while, our talk was getting a bit frisky, and I curled my left hand around his arm as we walked. I saw him look down and directly at my wedding rings, then look directly in my eye, a question unspoken in his. This was it. Now or never. I took a deep breath, and plunged gracelessly into it. "I suspect you are wondering why a married woman would be flirting with a handsome stranger." His slight nod told me he wanted to hear the answer. I was getting very nervous now. How do you say your husband wants you to fuck a stranger? As directly as possible, I guess. Fashionable Fantasy "This is difficult to say. Um, see, my husband has this, well, fantasy." I was tensing up, and getting short of breath. I didn't know if I could say more. "He wants you to be with another man?" It was like cold water thrown in my face. The shock made my breath catch in my throat. All I could do was nod in assent. "And you are agreeable to the idea?" he then asked. Again I nodded. My nervousness was clear in the tense grip I had on his arm. "What form of encounter did you have in mind?" There it was. My turn to lay my debased desires out in front of this handsome stranger. It was so hard to start talking. At first, I stumbled over every word. Soon, however, my story was gushing from me. As best I could I explained that I wanted minimal emotional involvement. This was to be a physical encounter. A man taking me, using me. Maybe a little dirty, perhaps even humiliating. That last just came out of me without forethought. The idea greatly aroused me though, and a powerful urge to rub my thighs together caused me to stumble slightly. Th stranger had a thoughtful look on his face. When he looked at me again, his was smiling, but it was different. Harder than before, edgy. A look with lust, and a hint of dark promise. Abruptly, he diverted me into an alley we were walking by. Twenty feet in, he pushed me behind a stack of pallets. "Take off your bra and panties." he ordered. His voice was different, commanding. Icy fingers crawled down my spine as fear bloomed in my mind. Yet, with slightly numb fingers, I did as he said. When he held his hand out, I silently gave him my undergarments. He tossed them onto a nearby pile of wet, dirty garbage. "Undo your top two buttons." I did, exposing a fair view of the sides of my breasts. "Another one," he said. Slowly, I released one more. My breasts are by no means large; okay, not even medium. But there is more than what you'd call 'perky'. Nice twin handfuls, firmly domed and topped with pencil-thick nipples; nipples which were now in danger of exposure. He now pointed lower. "Those two," was all he said. The third button up was just below crotch level, meaning if I walked, I'd be very close to flashing my sex. A gust of wind could be disastrous. He held his hand out to me, and I took it. He led me out of the alley and on down the street. I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, and I was attracting some attention. Suddenly, we angled towards the street and crossed quickly, me having to jog a little to keep up with his long, rapid strides, and my breasts were very close to coming free of my dress. We quickly turned a corner, walked on for a ways, and again ducked down an alley. This one was a dead end, and he took me in about 100' before stopping. He released my hand, leaving me standing in the middle of the alley, and moved to one wall which he leaned back against, watching me. I looked towards the street, and saw the still busy flow of early evening traffic and people so close by. But I was somewhat hidden from their view, and no one was looking down the darkening alley, intent on their errands, it seemed. The alley was wet in places, and smelt of old garbage and grease. There was a filthy steel dumpster close by, piles of garbage of who knows what everywhere I looked, and many drains, some of which emitted tendrils of steam. Other than the stranger and myself, the only clean thing here was what appeared to be a recently installed natural gas tank; probably servicing a restaurant. We seemed to be more or less alone, though. Emboldened, I loosened up, and started giving my 'friend' flirtatious looks. I twirled around once with my arms in the air, probably giving him a flash of myself in the process. That got a small smile from him. Getting into the mood, a gave a throaty giggle, and started to do a sexy dance for him. Feet apart, I began to move my hips. I ran my hands up my body, caught my long hair as best I could, and lifted the mass onto my head. As I continued to move, I bent my knees more and more, dipping lower and lower, certain now that he was getting a good view of everything. I let go of my hair with one hand, and pulled my dress off one breast, then kept squirming, and squatting, running my free hand along my bare thigh. He was grinning widely now, very much enjoying my show. Then he called me to him. He stopped me three feet away. "Undo all the buttons, and pull it completely open. I want to see all of you." His voice was a little husky, and I liked it. I drew it out, slowly, slowly unbuttoning my dress, still gently dancing. I glanced again towards the street, fear of being spotted renewed now that I was close to being naked in this public place. Really, though it was a little darker down here, all it would take was for someone to stop and look close to see us down here. I found that fact made me unexpectedly wet; the idea of being caught, even watched, made my heart race in fear and arousal. When I had my dress undone, I pulled it off my front and held it behind me, fully exposing me to this stranger; and anyone who happened to look down this way! He only looked at me for the longest time. Despite a slight coolness to the evening air, and my exposed state, I felt warm all over, and wanted him to touch me. Still he denied me, and made me wait, and wait. Finally, he beckoned me closer. "Squat down with your knees wide open. Take my cock out and suck it slowly." His words made a nervous thrill course through me. I lowered myself down. I ran my hands slowly over his groin, feeling his bulge aching for escape. I unbuckled his pants, gradually slid his zipper down, then caressed his length through his underpants. I could feel the veins of his cock with my fingertips, and the hard ridge at the base of his glans. Eagerly, I pulled his white shorts down, and released him. His erection bobbed free, swinging close to my face, and I caught the delicious, musky scent of his manhood. Cupping his balls, I licked up and down his shaft, slowly wetting his length with my saliva. I imagined it slick with my lubricant, and the thought caused a flush of wetness in my pussy. Reaching his tip, I curled my tongue around it, tracing its base, then teasing the spongy flesh, and finally tickling its eye. I was rewarded with a tiny drip of precum which I took into my mouth with a lustful sigh. Almost as impatient as he must be, I suddenly pulled back, brought his cock to my mouth, and plunged down onto it. Each time I pulled back, I sucked hard, making very loud smacking noises as I worked him vigorously. A noise from further in the alley made me glance that way, and I saw movement. I pulled away from the cock in front of me and looked into the building shadows. One of the larger piles of garbage was in fact a series cardboard 'dwellings', and I now realized I had an audience of about 5 homeless guys. Before I could react further, the stranger grabbed a fistful of my hair and turned me back towards his cock, while his other hand was aiming his tool at my lips. The idea I was being watched was making me feel very excited, and my exposed state and dirty surroundings were triggering responses I never knew I had. Soon, I was again feverishly working his cock, very mindful of the cool breeze, and many eyes, caressing my naked body. He was beginning to tense up when he pushed me away. "Whoa, stop stop stop." He was clearly on the edge, and it took him may moments to get himself under control. When he had settled, he took my arms and guided me to stand. He ran his hands over my breasts for a while, spending much attention on my nipples too, pinching and tweaking them. He turned me then and walked me towards the white gas tank. Reaching it, we stopped, and I felt his hands on my shoulders. I shuddered in delight, and a little in shame I think, as I felt my dress slip from my shoulders, and down my arms, exposing me utterly to his view, and that of those men only twenty feet away. He tossed my dress over the top fixtures of the tank, then turned me to face him. He gently pressed me back against the tank, and when my ass touched the cold metal, I gasped. He continue to press me back till I lay curved softly backwards. My hips were thrust forward, making me feel so exposed and craven for sex. The position naturally opened my thighs a little, and I shamelessly parted my thighs for him. He leaned forward and first nuzzled my breasts. Kissing them with little suctions that 'smacked' when he pulled free. H pulled each nipple into his mouth in turn, and when he pulled free the already hard nubs became like little rocks when the cool breeze washed over the moist points, warmed by his mouth. Bolts of electric pleasure shot from my nipples direct to my clit, and by the time his mouth started moving south, I was already moaning. He wasted little time on the trip, going straight to my clit where he started working that little pleasure button expertly with his tongue, while two of his fingers began exploring my tunnel. I had to reach up and grab a convenient piece of pipe near the top of the tank to steady myself as my spread thighs and bent knees threatened to give out. I was laying with my head to one side, eyes closed as I rotated my hips against his mouth and hand. When I opened my eyes, I was looking straight at the group of homeless guys. A fortunate shaft of light from a window illuminated the fact that one of them at least was masturbating as he watched me getting eaten. Oh fuck I love the sight of a man pulling his pecker, and my pussy hummed in response. An orgasm built quickly, and I came loudly with the strangers mouth planted firmly on my sex, riding my gyrations and sucking everything I offered into his mouth. Even as I relaxed, he quickly stood and planted himself fully into me in a single, hard thrust, making me cry out again before his mouth, dripping with my juices, covered mine as we shared my cum in a hot, hungry kiss. I had not completely recovered from my first orgasm, but fortunately my unusual position prevented my clit from being directly stimulated now. His thrusting cock felt so good as he leaned back to hammer me harder. He also deliberately turned his body slightly to afford the homeless guys a better view. He must have been keyed up to, because he felt like he was getting pretty close very quickly. So much was racing through my mind. The sensations of being well fucked. The powerful aftereffects of so much foreplay. Fucking a man who was not my husband because my husband fantasized about it. Moreover, a man who was a complete stranger to me. Doing this all in a filthy alley that stank, in plain view of anyone who might walk by. Indeed, being watched at this very moment, wallowing in my debauchery, by a group of homeless men, while they masturbated to the sight of my pale body being fucked over a metal tank. There I was, Tara Barr, respectable wife, trustworthy employee, upstanding citizen, willingly being used worse than a cheap whore, and doing it all on display for a group of smelly old men who were jacking off to it. It was too much to hold in. I came. Hard, loud and long. I didn't even notice the hand over my mouth trying to quieten my sounds of passion. I think only the cock impaling me kept me on my feet, pinned against the tank like some harpooned mermaid. Then I felt his searing jism blast inside me, and my orgasm surged higher. And for a while, the world was lost to me. Afterwords, I did feel kind of embarrassed. I mean, in the heat of the moment, 'everything seemed all right', you know? Now, though, I was a bit shocked. Partly by what I had done, but also just as much by how I had responded to it all, how lascivious I felt, how hard I had come. After I had cleaned up as best I could with some tissues, I put my dress back on. Of course, I was now sans underwear. I didn't really think too much about that till I went to get into a cab to go home. I said goodbye to my lover (I never asked him his name), and went to sit in the cab's back seat. Just in time, I realized I didn't want cum stains or wet spots on the back of my dress, so I held it clear as I sat. That was a surprise as the cold upholstery contacted my naked ass, and then I realized I'd leave a wet spot on his seat. I actually giggled over that. I wasn't laughing when we pulled into my driveway however, worried that Doug would not react as I hoped to the news. I paid the cabby, and went inside. I was clearly looking 'fucked', and I knew it. Well, let's see how this goes. ----- Over the next two weeks, Doug and Tara Barr had more sex than they'd had in the previous two years combined. Every time they discussed how they might invite a man into their sex play they'd quickly end up stripping each other as fast as possible and fucking like teenagers. Then, in the third week, they put their most popular plan into action.