0 comments/ 9453 views/ 11 favorites In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 01 By: codpeace101 Life is supposed to be great when you're near the top. I don't think I am abnormally gifted, but I always thought being in my early 20's had its advantages? I am close to finishing what was to be my year off from studies. I finished high school and decided to get a job before going to college. My choice has left me with mixed emotions because half way through the year I felt boredom and a sense of loss. Most of my friends have already moved for college, and my devoted ex-girlfriend left me for someone in her co-op dorm. Meanwhile I have been working a full time minimum wage job, and trying to live life up to my expectations. I live in a very small town, and I didn't realize how few opportunities for a new romance existed until I found myself single. I was athletic and the type of guy that had no problems with legible women, but with the few local women up to my standards it didn't stand for much. It was Thursday night, and for me it was just another night. It was something completely different for my friends away at college. My regular routine didn't allow for the activities my friends were describing in there social media tweets as they prepared for a college night out. I could only feel comfort in the fact I was already approved for the college of my choice next year, and that maybe the money I am saving will provide me an economic advantage with the ladies. I was settling in for another late night session with a varied flavor of porn to help me sleep. When scanning through my options of porn I decided to mix things up. I decided to search for mature women, and found a series of galleries to my liking. I had my cock in one hand, and my mouse in the other. My eyes scanned over each picture as I pleasured myself. I flipped back and forth from gallery to gallery, and as I flipped I found that one picture was continuously being blocked by an advertisement. It was advertising a website to find local women; which I did not believe was possible by the look of the model in the picture. I clicked the website anyway because I was curious. I attempted to search its registry for local users, but found there were no users in the surrounding area. I looked farther away from my home town, and people seeking companionship appeared. Most of the pictures were not fit for minors as it was an adult website, and looking at the pictures led me to believe most of these people weren't looking for love. I had never used online dating, and as a result of living in a small town my pride wouldn't allow it. I decided to be deceptive and create an account that had me living in the city I was moving to for college. The city was only a few hours away, and it felt much more real considering I could drive there if I wanted too. I entered all my information required, and listed my intent to find someone for a no strings attached engagement. After completing my registration I breezed through the member's home page. I scanned over dozens of local profiles, and eliminated people I had no interest in. I found messaging people was impossible without paying for a subscription, and I instantly felt like I was had. I wasn't prepared to pay for this service. I was about to shut the window on my quick experiment when I noticed the chat option. I clicked the option to see if it was going to be as uncooperative as the email, but I found a screen of other online members opening before me. I searched the list of members; the person closest to me was at the top of the list. They were also listed as living in the same city of my future college. They were the only online member close to me, and they were a couple. She was nearly 15 years older than me, and he was nearly 20. They had a picture of her in their profile, and regardless of age she was my kind of hot. She was wearing black lingerie, and was showing a very cheeky rear profile. Her face was missing from the picture, but nearly all the pictures on the website had missing faces. I read there profile description and it appeared that they were looking for men interested in voyeurism. It detailed how the husband enjoyed watching her get excited with other men. I paused and looked over their profile and picture several times. I questioned if this couple was for real. I was considering messaging them, and how I should introduce myself if I did when my speakers began to chime. I looked at my screen and found that I had an incoming message from the same couple. The couple opened with an innocent message of, "Hello." I fumbled looking for a way to message them back, but eventually opened the correct window. My heart was pounding as I wrote, "Hello and how are you guys tonight?" They answered after a short pause, "We are doing really good and just looking around to see who is available." After asking them what they were looking for they explained that they are a couple considering experimenting, but were not sure how far they are willing to go. They explained that the husband liked the idea of other men flirting with his wife, and she liked how it turned him on when she was naughty. They explained they weren't planning on going beyond online flirting, but liked the temptation. I was willing and ready to see more of this woman, but it was obvious I would have to play their game if I wanted to see more than a profile picture. "You can tell your husband that if he wants another guy to tell his wife she has a hot ass, then I am his man," I wrote laughing out loud. I then asked if she had other pictures, and what kind of pictures she was willing to allow me to see. She then proceeded to post several other pictures with her face missing, but with her body in various erotic poses. Every picture had her in erotic lingerie that had me instantly envying her husband's fortune. Her body was perfect; it was soft and feminine. She was mature, but had all of her curves in all of the right places. I could recall my own ex-girlfriends trying to pose erotically in the past, and how awkward they all looked. This women screamed confidence, and every outfit fit her like a glove. After opening a couple of her pictures I realized in my captivation that I was communicating with only one hand; my second hand was now firmly caressing my rock hard cock. I confessed to them, "Your husband is one lucky man, and if I had my chance you would be one lucky woman." I then admitted to them that my cock was out and ready for any chance to see more of her. I had never been with a woman older than myself, but at that moment she was the object of my every desire. They then asked if I had a picture of myself to share. They wanted something I could provide that could allow them to know I was someone they wanted to communicate with. I told them that I would be attending the local college in their city, and I named the school and program I was interested in. I told them that I didn't have any pictures prepared, but I could have some prepared for next time. "Do you have a web cam," they asked? Then suddenly on my screen appeared an image. They had turned on their web cam. She was sitting in a computer chair in front of a camera with him behind her. Their faces were not in view as the camera was pointing at chest height. They were dressed normally, but it was clear her husband's hands were wandering over her body as she was typing. I again scrambled to accept their offer, and found my web cam button. I positioned my camera so that it never viewed higher than my chest, and then turned it on. As my image came into view for them they paused and clearly looked startled. I could see her husband's hands slide across her body, and it looked like a hand slipped between her legs briefly. His prompting must have encouraged her next question, "Can you lower the camera I want to see what you're holding there." I felt a bit shy as it was the first time using my camera for this, but felt secure knowing it wasn't my face they wanted to see. I lowered the camera under the desk so that it focused on my cock. I slowly stroked my rod so that they could see it stand rigid from my body. This was clearly to their liking as I seen her apprehensions melt on the screen. Her hands dropped from the keyboard and gripped the arm rest of her chair. Her husband's hands went from her neck area to breast, and then back between her legs. I loved what I was seeing. This women was being seduced with her husband's hands, but was clearly fixated with the image of my manhood. I released my cock, but in the heat of the moment it remained standing straight up. I wrote to them, "Tell your husband to undress you. I want to see more of you, and I want to see you pleasured as you look at me." She never wrote back, but it was clear they could read what I said. Her legs widened as his hands went to undo her pants. As her pants opened her arms raised to the ceilings, he quickly lifted and tore away her shirt. It was the image of her breasts that had me realize that I was enjoying this far too much to rush it. I quickly wrote, "Her pants next. I want you to face her and slide her pants off as you look her in the eye." They read my request while still trying to figure out what they had planned to remove for me next, but instead followed directions. She stood and turned to face him. From the way they were standing it was clear they must have been kissing, but then to my approval I saw his hands slide down her body and clench the sides of her open pants. He then slowly lowered her pants so that the waist line collapsed over the curve of her perfectly shaped ass. Her thong came into view and her body seemed to tighten after being exposed, but no apprehension was visible as she allowed him to drop her pants to the floor. Her back was still to me, but I could see that she was twisting to read the screen. "Tell him to remove your thong with his teeth. I want him to smell how horny you are right now. Then while he is removing your thong I want you to remove your bra so that I can see you agree with what's happening," I wrote. My writing was with two hands, but even to my own surprise my cock remained pointing straight at the ceiling. I saw his hands again slide down her sides as he remained largely out of view. He dropped to his knees on the other side of her, and I was in a perfect position to see the back of her thong slowly lower towards the floor. At first I thought the thong would drop out of sight immediately, but then I saw her raise a leg so that he had to dig deeper with his teeth to tear away at it. If her arousal was obvious he would have been witness to it now. He then began to win the war between her lingerie and her curves, and she started to remove her bra. The two garments hit the floor at the same time. He returned to his feet before she turned to face the camera again, and then she returned to her seat. I now saw her body in completion. Her tits were larger than anything I had held on a young tart, but still full and perky. Her vagina was shaved, and now exposed with her still wide legs in view of the camera. Her experienced pussy lips were so plush and inviting; I could see her ecstasy glisten from her wanting canal. As she sat her husband's hands returned to her body. I saw his fingers begin to rub her clit, and again her legs widened as she attempted to invite him deeper. I imagined her focused on the screen as he touched her and her being taunted with the view of my stiff rod. "Does the sight of me turn you on? Tell him you want my cock inside you. Tell him as he pleases you for me." Then again I returned my hand to my own cock and moved it in flattering way towards the camera. She then reached forward for her mouse. I saw her make the difficult decision to focus for a second, and then drop the mouse again. "Do you hear me," she asked as her voice shot out across my speakers. She had turned off her mute, and was now speaking to me over her web cam. I answered yes to her question. "My husband thought you might want to hear me tell you how big your cock is," she returned. She was moaning and clearly in the height of her pleasure as she spoke. "We don't normally chat with guys, but dammit I am horny tonight and your body looks so good. Would you really want to meet with a woman my age for sex," she panted. I typed back, "You never did what I told you yet. I told you to tell him if you actually wanted my cock. If you answer yes I want you to ask him if you could be with me; then I will answer your question." I saw her straining to read the screen, and being seduced by what she read. Her husband was quiet and possibly couldn't see the screen, but with his vigor to please her he was in complete compliance. "Oh god this is turning me on," she moaned as a foreign hand gyrated over her clit. "Honey he wants me to tell you how bad I would like to be with him, and I am so horny right now I actually want to," she said. The husband's body then shifted behind her and moved so he could read the screen. "He does have a huge cock, and I we wanted someone that could get you horny. I am enjoying the moment so tell him what he wants if you feel ok with it," he said in such a low voice I couldn't be sure if I made out everything he said correctly. "Yes I want to be fucked by a younger guy. If you were here right now I would wrap my legs around you and pull you inside me bare," she panted. "Would you want to be with an older married woman, or would I only be a conquest to tell your friends about," she whispered while feeling the pleasure of her husband's hands. "I would fuck you, and I wouldn't care if your husband knew or not. You're hot and it's you that wants to be my conquest. I think you want me to tell my friends about you, and not leave out that your married," I wrote holding back no punches. This woman was so curious if someone like me could want her that she forgot it was possible I was completely taken with her. I felt like this woman was beautiful in every way, but I knew I still had to play hard to get. "Why does a couple like your selves need a young buck like me," I finally questioned. "My husband likes the idea, and lately I like it too," she said. She then started touching herself as her husband's hands moved away. In the back ground I could see her husband moving in a way that looked like he was undressing. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I was shocked with what I seen. As he approached her from the side with his pants off. His hard dick was pointing straight out towards her as his hand stroked his cock. She looked straight towards it; my view of his member was nearly gone as his hand covered it completely. He wasn't exactly small, but not well endowed. "She wants something bigger," he said. This was the first time I heard his voice clearly, and it sounded oddly familiar. He then admitted to wanting her to be with another guy as long as it was for pleasure, but had to have it kept very private. He then continued to stroke while stepping behind her again, and leaving her to stair ahead at the screen alone. I understood there initial attraction to me now. I was a younger hung guy, and for some reason they were both turned on by her being with someone like me. She was nervous, but he looked like he was willing to help with that. I was going to use this opportunity while the iron was red hot. "I see she is interested in other guys. Tell her why you think she is interested in looking at me, and tell her what you would allow her to do," I wrote. She read my comments to him, and he paused before answering from the background. "We are a married couple and she is the hottest woman in the world to me. I want to see her seduced and pleasured by a man with a body like yours. We are not swingers and we don't meet with other couples, but we are turned on by the thought of her with other lovers," he said while picking up the pace rubbing his cock. His confessions were turning him on, but he was still holding back something. "I want her to tell you which of us has the larger cock," I wrote while holding my unit towards the camera. "Oh fuck," she moaned. She had been rubbing herself the entire time, and was getting closer to coming. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but only her pressing orgasm was able to push them out. Her submission to the truth made her feel dirty, but gave her the strength to release her from her marital restraints. "I want to feel you inside me. It's so beautiful and hard. I want your cock to have me anytime it wants, and I don't care who knows...arhhhh", as she started to slouch in her chair with her fading orgasmic release. I was still stroking my cock, but with no guarantee I would ever meet this couple I wasn't done with them yet. "I want to see your husband fuck you now. Bend over and let him fuck you as you watch me stroke myself to your beauty," I wrote. She placed both hands on her computer desk and bent over for him to take her from behind. As he began to fuck her I could see her tits begin to swing with his thrusts. Her moans at first were out of discomfort, but shortly afterwards her pleasured breathing returned. "His cock would feel so much bigger in me right now," she said. "I might not want to stop seeing him if you let me be with a guy like that. Do you want that," she asked. "Yes I do," is all he said because her words were torturing him in a way that was drawing out his forbidden temptations. Was it possible she was saying these things to turn him on? "I want to see your face," I wrote quickly between my strokes. "He wants to see my face ahhrr," she moaned. "Not during sex, but should we send him a picture," she asked? "Yes," he said with a deep controlled breath. He was trying hard to control himself. I then quickly wrote my email address to the message window. I could see him picking up the pace and fucking her faster than he was before. I was getting closer to coming myself with the mystery of who I had been looking at nearly revealed. "What pictures should I send," she pleaded. She sounded enthralled, and willing to do anything he might have asked. "Send him your favorite naughty pictures with your face," he said with a grunt. He was about to cum, but was still fighting to maintain control. At first I could hear her ask him if the pictures she was choosing were acceptable, and each time he agreed. She seemed to add several more pictures after losing herself to the moment. The message was sent and in the process of being delivered. She feel victim of her own lust as she reached down behind her and touched herself. She struggled to keep her face up with only one hand on the table, but her husband's thrusts from behind slowly drove her down onto the desk. She was looking straight down, and her face was still not clear on camera. She began to ask him to fuck her harder as with each thrust she was moved in and out of view of the screen, and my image. He fucked her with force, but with a slow rhythmic motion. There could be no mistake that both of us men were waiting for unison to cum with her growing eruption. As we all began to cum at the same time her husband must have wanted her to see my progress. To her pleasure he reached ahead and grabbed the back of her curly black hair and pulled it back so that her raptured face was in full view of the camera. She didn't look in pain, and he didn't have to pull hard because her eyes were again locked on my display. As we spent the next few seconds succumbing to our euphoric needs I could see her face clearly. I knew this woman, and I knew her well. Her first name was Rachel and was the sister of one of my best friends. My orgasm never felt so strong; I spent many evening dreaming about being with this woman. She had been one of my first crushes as a child. She was a local business owner, and someone I worked for in previous summers. Her husband Colin was a local teacher, and I was his previous student. They had to be lying about where they lived just like I did. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 01 After they were done sexually he pulled away from her, and she stood back up and out of view of the camera. They both laughed and made comments on how they didn't expect to be doing that tonight. Neither of them paid attention to the camera, and both their lustful urges looked quenched. They both stopped and froze when one of them eventually looked back at the screen. She made a movement to cover herself with her hand, but it could have been to caress her own breast. He dove towards the screen, and then our communication was terminated. My last message was, "Hello Rachel. You can tell Colin I would love to show you a good time." It might have been my evil sense of humor, but each passing second had me wanting to be serious about having her for myself. I looked down and seen my spent cock still rock hard with anticipation with what I was about to see. I opened my email and found a message with several pictures of my newly acquired friends. They were all with her nude, or in lingerie. Each picture clearly had her face, and she looked like she had spent time on her makeup and smile. As I scanned her pictures and returned to pleasuring myself to her images I thought about how I would use the email address they used to write me. I wondered if I should contact them first and remind them about how they had opposing opinions on what my discretion should be. I was fixated on one of her best photos as my orgasm was building, at that moment I was certain I wanted to pursue this women. I was marveled at my good fate that I would find someone so close, and someone I always though was attractive. She had always been someone I thought was unattainable, but now she was my minds desire. I was edging and ready to explode when a new email appeared. It was from the same email address. I stopped stroking my throbbing cock, and lived in the sweet agony of my pleasurable delay. I opened the email and read its contents. It wasn't exactly to my liking. It was asking for us all to be adults, and for me to honor their discretion. It was asking for me to delete the pictures sent, and for me to understand this was all part of a fantasy they like to play. Every sentence was asking for me to understand that they didn't want to pursue anything with me other than a cyber-sexual relationship. I felt my pulse beat in my throat, and my ego was deflating with my manhood. This letter was going to enforce my desire to be a good person, and I wasn't sure if I could do anything unwanted towards these nice people. I did want her, but I did understand that it was possible this was just a game for them. I would respect them and not write them back, but I wasn't going to delete the pictures either I mused. "I guess I could always try to meet them online another time and try my luck again," I thought. A second new email arrived as I was still adjusting to the first one. It was from a different email address, and had Rachel in its name. I opened the email and read the single sentenced question, "Do you secretly still want to be with a married woman knowing it's me?" "Yes", I whispered. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 02 It felt like an involuntary movement as my finger pressed down on the send button. It may have been my husband's continuous encouragement, or my new found curiosity that drove me to send it. I was initially frozen with fear as the shadowy figure we just met on a dating site admitted to knowing us. I had no clue who he was, but he surely knew us. My husband's fetish on having other men flirt with me was chipping away at my moral restraint, but I wasn't planning on playing this erotic game so close to home. I had considered many times what it would be like having the comforts of another man, but my fears kept me placid until now. The image of the man previously on my screen was buff and sculpted. He had to be someone far younger then myself, and very possibly someone my husband taught in school recently. This accidental confession included a catalog of my most explicit pictures that were now in the hands of a person that lived in our small town, and was now capable of doing untold damage to our reputations. The feelings of danger were mixing with my feeling of erotic intoxication. My thoughts went back and forth, but even as my husband was told to write him and beg for his discretion my need for clarification took over. I went to the bathroom as he wrote an email to the shadowed figure, and ran the shower. As I showered he was to plead for his understanding, and to explain what had happened was only part of a married couple's erotic adventure. After undressing and turning on the shower I sat on a stool; I felt dizzy with the anxiety filling my mind. I thought to cry, but instead found myself reaching for my phone. I check my mail so often that it was the first thing I seen on my screen as I slide the unlocking bar. I still remembered his email address from earlier, and without deliberation it was the first thing I added to the new message I started. I wrote several opening sentences, and each time I deleted my pleas for discretion. My pleas started with me asking for him to delete my pictures, but then later attempts changed to him keeping them discrete for himself. I considered writing how I was mad that he didn't initially tell us where he lived, but then realized we were also lying about our home town's location. As I sat trying to type words that would stick to the screen of my phone I began to day dream. The man my husband led me to bare all was everything I secretly denied myself. He was young, muscled, and very dangerous. I always wanted to protect my husband from the scrutiny of our guilty pleasures, but images of how I might be affecting him dominated my mind. I wanted this problem to all go away, but it was now out of my control. The appeal of this unknown figure being the beautifully dangerous man I was encouraged to fantasy about was growing in my mind. The uncertainty of not knowing what he truly thought of me, and what he might do to our reputations was a heavy burden. I rejected dozens of suggestions that my husband made to create a relationship similar to this, but I never felt this fever before. The thoughts of him damaging our marriage, and how I might look desirable were battling figures of my conscience. It was then that my finger finally lowered onto the send button. I might have thought it was a mistake, but my urges to follow through on my growing fantasy might have taken over. I feared what encouraging contact would do, but I had to know what he was thinking. I forced myself to ask him, "Do you secretly still want to be with a married woman knowing it's me?" The guilt and suspense of what I helped maintain sent a rushing of blood to my head, and my female parts. I should have had much more control after already climaxing twice, but the provoking thoughts of what I was doing drove my hand to touch myself. I read my email to him one last time before placing the phone down and stepping into the shower. I had one hand on the wall, and one leg up on the side of the tub. I removed the shower head and placed it so it was coursing towards my pleasure zones. The thoughts of him stroking himself to my pictures, and wanting me for himself pushed all other thoughts from my mind. I felt my breast as I let out a low moan originating from the feeling building between my legs. "What if he wants me," I whispered. "BEEP" My phone just received an email. I quickly returned the shower head to its position, and raced to get my phone. I placed one foot from the shower, and kept one hand holding onto the rod. My heart raced with anticipation on how he responded to my question, and I felt fear thinking that it might have been possible that my husband could hear the sounds of my solo activities with my incoming mail. I picked the phone up while dripping on the floor, and with a wet hand I navigated to my most recent message. "Yes. It's no secret I want to be with you, and I like that your married. I want to see you," the letter wrote. I read the email several times, and each time wanting it to say more than it did. As old fears disappeared, new fears arrived. "He does want me. What will he do if I turn him down," I gasped. I knew I was overtaken with urges only discussed in fantasy, but I could not stop myself. I wanted to know who he was, but feared leading him on while he was in possession of so many of my private pictures. I didn't want to meet him alone, but I had to see who he was. I quickly thought of a solution and wrote without a second thought. "Come to my business tomorrow afternoon around 1pm. My husband will be there and all of the other workers will be gone for the afternoon. Please do not tell my husband I invited you, or that you're the guy that met us online. I would like to meet you safely with no pressure," I wrote. As I sent my second deceptive email I again felt nothing but the satisfaction of being desired. I stepped back into the shower, and this time I used my fingers to massage my aching loins. My thoughts returned to meeting this man, and my new found desirability. The safety of having my husband being there will protect me and my virtue, because I knew it was best not to tempt the fates. As I began to cum an imaginary body replaced my fingers, and it was my voice calling it forward. "Take me, oh please take me now," I whispered with each climaxing pulse. I finished in the shower and dried off; I then went to the bedroom wrapped in a towel. My husband was already lying in bed waiting for me with his night light on, and his ipad in his hand. "I sent him the email requesting him to be respectful," he said with a reassuring tone. I dropped my towel and slide into bed beside him, and then looked at this ipad screen. He had the email he had sent to the mysterious man on his screen. It asked for us all to be adults, and for him to honor our discretion. It was asking for him to delete the pictures sent, and for him to understand this was all part of a fantasy we liked to play. The email was in contrast to what I just wrote, and I feared how the two different messages would cause him to react. Then my husband scrolled down his screen and revealed his response. I felt a tightening in my chest as I started to read his response. "Your secrets and fantasies are safe with me, and I hope you can trust me enough to play with those fantasies again. I will not contact you again unless you contact me first. I would like to keep Rachel's pictures, but they are for my eyes only," he wrote. "It's done," my husband remarked. "All we can do is trust that this person enjoyed the show we gave him enough to keep things on the down low. I am sure he isn't interested in being the creep that confesses to lurking on dating sites anyway," he said with a laugh. "Well you got part of your wish. There is a guy in our community that finally shares part of our intimacy, and I hope you still find it hot," I asked in a correcting tone. "Kind of," he answered with a pause. "I like the idea of someone sharing in our play as long as it's still primarily about us, and so that it doesn't become public knowledge. I work in a school, and it would be a disaster having your pictures spread around," he said fading off. His answer regarding the part about it being, "primarily about us" kept ringing in my ears. I already screwed up and contacted him alone. I encouraged him to meet us so that I alone would know who he was. I had the option to tell my husband what I did, but instead I sank into my pillow and waited to fall asleep. The following day I was up and dressed before my husband even got out of bed. I knew I would see him this afternoon during his extended Friday afternoon lunch break. Alternatively I had a business to run that was three generations old, and required long hours and dedication. I arrived at work and greeted the usual faces. We operated an agricultural feed store, and most of my employees were from a farming background. As I received each employee's morning greeting I looked them in the eye. For the first time I realized that most of my employees could have been the mysterious man. Their jobs were physical, and most of them were younger and fit. It was possible that it could have been anyone of them, but thankfully none of them looked at me any different than the day before. I remained alert to any change in character among the people around me for rest of the morning, and made attempts to see if anyone was whispering or looking at me behind my back. The reality of not knowing who this person was in such a small community weighed heavy on me, but I couldn't help trying to transpose the body I seen the night before on several of my employees. I eventually concluded that it wasn't likely it was any of them, but I smirked when I reprimanded myself for not previously noticing how attractive my employees were. The morning flew by quickly with the rush of clients trying to get served before our Friday operating hours ended. We always shut down early on Friday afternoons leaving only me to close the administration part of the business. As the last of our employees were leaving work I requested that he leave the door open because I was expecting my husband to drop in for a late lunch. I also secretly wanted the door left open for a possible guest. It wasn't later than 12:30, and I was alone in my office and organizing my desk. I was preparing the paper work for coming orders, and accounts needing servicing when the phone rang. I answered the phone with our typical business greeting and waited for a response. "Hey honey, I can't make it to lunch with you today. I am judge in the science fair, and I'll be busy all afternoon," he said and then pausing. It was my husband and his news was not part of my plan. "Today, why today," I shot back. "I don't have a lunch with me, and you always come on Friday," I pleaded. "Sorry dear I can't make it today, but I'll make it up to you with dinner tonight," he said possibly confused at my earlier urgent tones. I realized that he had a job to do, and it was futile to push for him to meet me at work without sounding even more suspicious. My thoughts were so focused between him not coming into the office, and the possible chance of the unknown man arriving I didn't hear the chimes on the front door ring as it opened. As the door closed and they again chimed I realized someone just entered the store. I answered from my office in a loud voice, "We are closed." My husband heard me call out, and hung up as customary when I am busy with a client. I looked at the clock carefully this time and seen that it was only 12:20, and felt relieved that it was likely to early for the stranger to appear. I stood from my desk and went into the small store front to meet the visitor. It was Sam; he was an occasional employee and good friend of my younger brother. He was standing with his back to the door, and looked like he might have been thinking of turning around and leaving. "Hey Sam, we don't have anything extra at the moment, but can I still count on you this summer to help out as usual," I said relieved it wasn't a stranger. "That's too bad I was looking for something extra to keep me busy, and yes please count me in this summer," he answered. "So what have you been up to this year with your girlfriend and my brother gone to college," I asked while scheming. If I keep him in the store with me I won't be alone if the stranger arrives. I knew Sam for years, and his relationship with my brother makes him almost family. He was always shy around me and only after my invitation for conversation did he step farther from the door and answer, "It's been a boring year actually, and I am no longer with my now ex-girlfriend. I can't wait to leave for college, but until then I guess I am a single guy." Then he looked around and then paused, "Is everyone gone home already?" "Yes, you know the Friday schedule around here. It's just me around for the afternoon before I close up," I answered while immediately rethinking my response. "How do you feel about doing a favor before you go? I'll pay you cash if you help me complete some needed filing," I pleaded. He smiled at his fortune and answered, "Sure!" I left the door unlocked because I didn't want to offend the stranger if he arrived, and I still wanted to see who he was. I was also relieved that I now had the company of a familiar face with me, although I was now stuck with the problem of actually finding something for him to file. My office was already as organized as I wanted it, and I really had nothing for him to do. He removed his coat and placed it on the front counter. He then moved towards my office, but then gestured that he would be with me in a minute as he stepped into the bathroom. Again I followed my first instincts and resumed my plan to keep my guardian with me, but busy. After seeing him disappear into the bathroom I quickly entered my office and opened several tall filling cabinets. I reached inside and lifted the stacks of folders and placed them on the floor in as many small carefully placed piles as I could. In less than two minutes I managed to totally put all my files into disarray. I only had time to take a seat in my chair before he stepped into the door way of my office. He looked in with wide eyed disbelief. "Oh my god Rachel, this is the worst shape I ever seen your office," he said touching a small stack of files with his foot. With clenched teeth I only shrugged and smiled back at him. We then continued to sort the mess I just created. Time flew by as we reorganized the folders, and placed them back in the cabinets. I kept a close eye on the time, and one ear always focused on the door. We barely spoke as we worked, which was odd for even Sam with his mild case of shyness. I was distracted in either case with my inner thoughts and visions of who might next walk through the door. It wasn't long before it was 1pm and I still hadn't had any additional visitors. As the time kept ticking, and the files kept finding their original positions in the cabinet I was getting anxious. After asking Sam what time it was he replied that it was after 1pm. I then asked him for the exact time, and he told me it was 1:14pm. I told the man to arrive around 1pm, but that approximate time was disappearing. I was now starting to feel a bit infatuated with the idea of him arriving, and only an image of his face could put an end to my curiosity. "Could it be that he changed his mind about meeting me," I thought to myself with a growing feeling of rejection. I sat down and let Sam work alone at the remaining files. I pulled my cell phone from my desk drawer and searched my email folders for unread mail. "He never replied," I thought as I seen my empty inbox. I never considered that he never actually agreed to meet me at my office today. I felt foolish thinking that I could assume whoever he was would drop everything and meet me the following day at my whim. I forced the images of him with women half my age out of my mind, and read his last message to me that asked for us to meet. I kept a careful eye to keep my phone concealed so that my screen was for me alone. I should of felt relieved that I never had to meet this stranger today without my husband, but still had the aching need to know who he was. With my back to the wall, and my phone cradled in my hand I started to type. "I am here in the office, and you didn't come to see me," I wrote. I then deleted what I wrote thinking it would make me sound to desperate. I could feel my face becoming flushed, and I couldn't do anything with my phone in my hand that didn't make me feel like I looked guilty. I told Sam that I would be right back, and left the room for the privacy of the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and returned to the keys on my phone. With a large pause between beginning to end I wrote the following, "Will I be seeing you today...I'll be alone between 2pm and 4pm." I quickly sent the message before I could reconsider. I had to know if he would answer. I waited and it wasn't long before my phone rang with incoming mail. "I am busy working at the moment lol, but I am sure I could be encouraged to do something else," it wrote. I was already deep over my head with this person, and now he was playing hard to get. It had me frustrated, but wanting resolution more than ever. "Fuck it," I murmured to myself. I dropped the straps of my dress over my shoulders and let my apprehension drop with the garment. I was now standing in the locked bathroom wearing only my favorite lingerie set. I smiled looking into the mirror; I always liked how this bra and thong set looked on my figure, and I knew it was no mistake that I wore it today. I fixed my hair with a wave of my hand, and raised my phone to take a selfie in the mirror. I took several pictures, but later found that the best picture was me looking over my shoulder while showing my cheeky thong. I never planned to go this far to know who this person was, but sending him erotic selfie wouldn't deter me now. As I attached the picture to another message I thought of how I should attempt to playfully seduce him into telling me who he was. If I really wanted him to reveal himself I had to grab his attention. With a teasing statement I wrote, "You will never see this in person if you don't come to say hello." I then sent the message and waited. The picture sent was the first of its kind. I never sent an erotic selfie to a man other than my husband before. I loved this dangerous game I was creating with this local stranger, and the fear of rejection was becoming its only adversary. I was already over my head and reasoned to myself that it would be safest at this point if I actually found out who he was. I was still standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but my lingerie when it occurred to me that my desire to meet this man had started to turn me on. I didn't know what would happen if he arrived and looked as dreamy as I envisioned, but the fantasy of what I wanted was intoxicating. I removed my bra and thong, and placed them on the back of the toilet. I returned to standing in front of the mirror with phone in hand. Again I took several pictures of me, but this time naked. The first pictures were of me posing like before, but after a dozen pictures I started taking a few with my other hand pleasuring myself. My sex drive was now on fire in a very inappropriate place, and I was enthralled with giving in to my exhibition to this man. I tried not to want the things I imagined could happen if he arrived, but only the plopping sound coming from behind me could return me to my senses. I turned and looked back towards the toilet. Both my bra and thong feel from there resting places and slide into the toilet. "Fuck", I whispered. This turn of events instantly killed my mood and any chance of wanting to finish what I started. I looked back at my phone and seen that I still hadn't had a response and gave up. "If he arrives so be it, and if this adds to the humiliation started last night then I only have my husband to blame for putting these thoughts in my head," I thought. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 02 I fished my lingerie from the toilet and climbed up on the seat afterwards. I put both garments above the hanging ceilings were they would be concealed until I could later return with my purse. I then stepped back into my dress and secured the straps over my shoulders while looking into the mirror. I was hoping it wasn't going to be obvious that I was now going commando, but the raised silhouette of my nipples crushed that hope. "I don't think Sam will notice if I stand still," I thought. I felt humiliated, but still managed a small laugh to myself at my stupidity. I unlocked the door to the bathroom and walked back to my office. I went inside and was careful not to alert attention to myself. I sat down in a chair before greeting Sam who was still hard at work with the files. We were both quiet for a minute as he worked diligently alone before he asked, "I am almost done sorting these files. Will you need me around after I am done?" I paused before answering. I still haven't completed my actual work, and if Sam leaves I'll be alone if that person decides to arrive. "I am sure I can find something for you to do after you're done with those files. I can't believe I wore this dress today and it's hard for me to do anything physical on the floor with it on," I said finishing in a chuckle. I then heard a buzzing sound coming from Sam, but thought nothing of it. I went back to plotting how I could keep him busy until later this afternoon. I was thinking about how I could have him move a large pile of feed from one side of the store to another just to keep him busy when I noticed Sam pull the buzzing object from his pocket. It was his phone, and I left my deep thought to focus on what he was doing. I saw him slide the bar on his phone to enter the operating screen, and then again click on a link. I saw an image from across the room appear on his screen, and while I was unable to see it clearly I knew it was me. The picture I sent must have taken a long time to arrive, and I never considered it would be Sam I was sending it too. I used to baby sit Sam as a child, and my husband taught him in high school. He had to be at least 15 years younger than me, and barely a man. His relationship with my brother made him an extended member of the family, and I have never thought of him in any other way. How could I have been so blind? I was frozen and lost for words. I couldn't think of anything that I could say to lessen the impact of my previous actions. He was looking at my image on his phone, and possibly unaware that I also saw it. He stood up while not taking his eyes off his screen and shuffled his feet. I was still frozen, and to shocked to even pretend I didn't know what he was looking at. He took two small steps towards me as I sat in my chair; he never took his eyes off his phone. His actions had awakened my legs, but not my mouth as I stood silently to meet his advance. He looked up from his phone and placed one strong arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. He smiled while looking me deep in the eyes and said, "Hello." I was so stunned that it must have been my gaping mouth that made him think it was a good time to kiss me. His lips landed across mine; I might have stepped back but the chair and his embrace kept my body pressed against his. As he kissed me his movements matched mine so that my shuttered rejections to his advances only encouraged his hands to discover my body. I lifted my arms to his chest in defense, and pushed down with open hands. He felt so good I lost my urge to push him back momentarily as I realized his masculinity for the first time. I was going to tell him to stop, but my momentary indecision encouraged him to again pull me tightly into him. His tongue now whisked past my lips, and kissed me like only a new lover could. I stopped and let him kiss me completely, and allowed the memories of romances forgotten return. For a moment I closed my eyes and allowed his mouth to collapse over mine. I felt his passion and energy that burned so bright in someone his age. I felt his exploring hands move over my body, and his hardening manhood pressing against my stomach. As he gripped me tighter I again attempted to reject him by sliding my hands down from his chest to his hips. I tried to separate myself from him; I had to fight my growing submission to the forbidden fruit in front of me. As my body left contact with his it was without him knowing he was being rejected. His hands had traced up my back and to the straps of my dress. He performed like someone much senior then his years as he slipped them from my shoulders. My straps fell to the back of my hands, and before I could react they continued to slide over my fingers and down onto the floor. I was now standing naked before him to both our surprises. "Rachel I had no idea you would be this interested in me," he said before pulling me closer again and trying to kiss away my objections. I moved my head backwards and again looked for room to speak, "You don't understand. I didn't know it was you." I tried to find the words to explain that I didn't even think it was him that I was waiting for, but nothing came out. The separation of our bodies gave him a better view of my forbidden flesh. "I didn't know it was you either when I met you online, but after knowing it was you it was all I could think about. I have had an innocent crush on you for most of my life, but never thought it could be mutual. I was too nervous to even make the first move until you asked me to do it with your picture just now. I was still feeling guilty as I first touched your body, but was happy to see you met me half way and removed your own lingerie," his last words made him smile and openly look at me from top to bottom with satisfaction. The look in his eyes told me that every word he spoke was true. I would have chastised myself in the past for looking at him the way I was right now, but for the first time in my life I saw Sam as a man. A very young man. "You don't understand", I repeated as I turned and bent down to pick up my fallen dress. "I didn't know it was you I was emailing when I sent you those pictures, but when you arrived here today I wanted you to stay because I trusted you," I said before my words abruptly stopped short. When I turned he had become positioned behind me, and was now firmly holding my hips against him. He still didn't grasp that my naked body was a mistake, and that I never agreed to the idea of being with him. He wasn't the mystery man I expected, but as he pulled my naked buttocks onto his concealed engorged cock I enjoyed it. He was never going to be mysterious, but it didn't make it any less dangerous knowing him the way I did. All the old memories of him that flooded through my mind were being replaced with new memories of him firmly pulling my ass towards his slow grinding member. He reached over and placed one hand on my shoulder, and pulled up so that so that I stood straight and turned again to look deep into his eyes. He again started to kiss me and hold my nakedness in his hands, and something about him made me feel shy. I felt myself begin to kiss back, and allowed him to pull my body deep into his embrace. He stopped our oral connection and made his way down my neck with a warm vacuum of kissing, and I heard the jingle of him undoing his belt. I was standing naked with someone barely legal, and I tried to close my eyes to concentrate on what was happening. His kissing trailed down lower-and-lower until he was on his knees breathing deeply over my pleading pussy. The clouds of being a cheating house wife were disappearing with each soft touch of his tongue. I was still feeling too awkward and shy to let him hear how good he made me feel, but as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to lick me deeper I exhaled deeply while instinctively placing one hand on the top of his head to guild him. As his tongue swirled I looked down as he savored the juices I made only for him. My body had already given itself to him, and it was only moments before I could feel my voice would too. "Go lock the front door, and turn on the store music," I hesitantly said as the first of his fingers touched my most sacred of places. He looked up at me and smiled before returning to his feet. As he pulled away to follow my request I attempted to cover my nakedness with the dress in my hands, but he caught me by the wrist. All he said was "Don't," and I dropped the dress onto the floor. He broke his hold on me and turned to properly close the store, and prevent any disruptions. As he went to walk through the store I realized I was still standing naked in the office I conduct business in, but it felt thrilling. His confession to having a lifelong crush on me gave me the satisfaction I was looking for in knowing I was desirable, but now I wanted more. I was so tempted to do all of the things my husband talked about in our late night pillow talk, but knew it would be wrong to do it with Sam like this. I only wanted to feel like the person in our fantasies, but I now I was being seduced into experiencing it fully. I heard his steps leading back to my office, and seen his frame enter through the door. I was lying across my desk and trying to appear as sensual as I could when he entered. "This is the first time I ever did this, and my husband can't find out," I said with an awkward clenched smile. "I thought you wanted him to know, or is it because he isn't here right now? I also recall you were more excited last night at the idea of the guy bragging about what they made you do," he said while caressing the inside of my thigh. "I like the idea of your husband knowing, but it won't stop me from fucking you today," he teased seductively. All the years I knew Sam I never heard him speak to this way and it was driving me wild. "Sam is that any way to talk to your boss while you're on the clock," I said while opening my legs wider to encourage him. I felt so free to express myself; I wanted to return to the position of him groping me almost against my will. I could still feel how good his tongue felt, and I wanted more. "That's right Rachel I am on the clock till 4pm and today my fee will be paid in flesh," he said grinning with a flushed face. He then lifted my body into his arms while kissing me. He placed me so gently back onto my feet that I lever lost contact with his lips. I secretly wanted it to be his way for me not being able to accept his terms. He again clenched my ass, and returned to touching me in places that were previously reserved for only one man. My mouth was watering and if I hadn't already surrendered to my lust I was ready too now. I dropped to my knees and wrestled with his belt. I undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His tight briefs did nothing to hide the size of his hard rod. My finger hung from the inside seam of his briefs as I hauled them down. The mysterious cock from my screen was real as it swung out towards my face after leaving its prison. It was bobbing inches from my wanting mouth, and the last of my resistance was taken from me as he cupped the back of my head and inserted it deeply for me to taste. I was on fire and I felt like nothing could stop me from doing whatever he asked of me. As I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft he called me by my name several times, and it only made me want him more. I lost control and I didn't want it back; I wanted to be his plaything even if only just this one time. "Oh god Rachel, it's so hot seeing you on your knees. You suck cock so well," he said before trailing off in moans. I wanted him to want me again even if this was to be our only time; I knew it was always part of my fantasy. The commanding person from last night on the internet wasn't the gentlemen I knew Sam to be, but my lust wanted that to change. I removed one hand from his shaft, but kept my suction firm. I reached across the floor and lifted his phone to his hand. I removed my mouth only to say, "Take a picture." He lifted the phone into place and sounds of a picture being taken were made. I continued to suck his tool while moaning for play at first, but it quickly turned into an honest erotic display. I moaned his name and looked into the camera. I wanted him to remember this moment, and I wanted him to think of me long after he left. I felt his rod stiffen harder and harder, and heard his breathing start to grow shallow. His moans turned to warnings of his coming eruption. My usual fears were forgotten as he released torrents of cum across my tongue, and the tastes of his juices were welcomed. I felt his spent organ release and soften between my lips and felt a sense of comfort knowing that my unselfish act would allow me the denial of his pleasure. I wanted to pleasure him, but I still had the fear of allowing him to penetrate me. I rose from my knees with my dress in my hands and looked at him face to face. I still felt awkward not knowing what to say, and my lips were still wet from pleasuring him. I knew my face was flushed, and I could feel the small hairs on my neck rise in anticipation. He again grabbed my wrist that was holding the dress, and placed the other hand around my waist and kissed me deeply. I felt his tongue enter my mouth without delay. I felt his youthful penis grow ridged against my bare stomach almost instantly. I was hoping this might have been a farewell kiss, but as he again hoisted me into the air I knew he planned otherwise. He lifted my naked body with my legs spread across his torso. He carried me towards my desk, and I was prepared to be lowered there. Everything that happened so far was both to my liking, and at a limit I wanted. He was preparing to fuck me on my desk, and it was still a line I had feared crossing. I only had time to free myself from his lip locked embrace to mouth the words, "Sam, Sam I..." when instead of lowering me onto my desk he lowered me onto his thick foreign manhood. I hadn't realized how wet I must have been because the fullness of his member sank inside me till I was resting with him completely inserted. I felt full and sexually captive in his arms, but it was his engorged dick that shut down my restraint. He pressed my naked body between him and the wall, and my legs wrapped tighter around his back with each thrust he made. I wanted to tell him to stop and I opened my mouth to speak but the only words that came out repeatedly were, "Sam, oh Sam, yes Sam, yes!" I was skewered between him and the wall and being pleasured better then anytime in memory. My guilt had given way for my growing feeling of sexual release. He was on me and was ripping my orgasm from my body, and any objection I might have had was replaced with me repeatedly calling his name in ecstasy. As the pressure built my mind shut down. There was nothing else in the room accept the feelings of him deep inside me. I felt him grow in size as I started to tighten around him. My sexual pleas turned to, "Fuck me Sam, fuck me," which gave him all the encouragement he needed to deeply grind our bodies together as I prepared to explode. My nails dug into his back, and my toes began to curl. My face went numb, as pulses between my legs found the rhythm of his powerful thrusts inside. The sounds exiting my mouth were not coherent anymore, but no words could express how good I was feeling. My orgasm continued to pulse and I didn't know if this was what a multiple orgasm felt like, or if it was just the longest orgasm I ever had. As I remained raptured in his arms and giving him all my earthly desire I felt him shutter. With a deep breath of air I tried to recapture my composure, but the sexual beatings of my pleasure turned it into a moan. He met my open mouthed gasp with a deep grunting kiss as I felt him pulsate inside me. With each pulse I felt spurts of warm lubrication course inside. I wasn't with my husband but I could rely on the pill I took daily. Using other protection never crossed my mind; I was so careless. Even though it went too far I remained frozen on his fertile shaft while my orgasm continued to throb for this other man. As both our orgasms came to an end, and he placed me back on my feet. I had the sense of clarity that only arrives after sexual gratification. "Sam you came in me. I didn't plan for this to happen and I didn't have the time to tell you I wanted protection," I said with urgency in my tone. He said nothing, but his look of shock told me he was sympathetic to my fears. "I think we should get dressed, we've taken enough chances today," I said again picking up my dress. I stormed out of the room and went to retrieve my lingerie still stored in the bathroom, and stuffed them in my purse. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a flushed well fucked face looking back at me. I was still naked and parts of my body were pink after being handled so roughly by his hands. I slide my dress over my head, and secured the straps as I walked out the door. I found Sam standing near the customer's side of the front counter. He was dressed once again, and looked to be waiting for me to see him out. As I walked towards him I saw that he still had beads of sweat on his brow and his arms looked swollen like someone hard at work. "Thanks for coming by Sam, and please don't tell anyone about this. I don't want to regret the best sex I ever had," I said trying to laugh off an awkward farewell. "Aren't you going to put them back on," he asked while pointing at my purse. My lingerie was partially spilling out of my open purse. He moved towards me and lifted my thongs from the purse. "I only seen these in your pictures, and they would make a great prize," he said smiling. "You want my underwear," I said becoming aware of his age. "Sam are you going to treat me like some trophy cougar you tell your friends about, or are you the nice gentlemen I always thought you were," I said in a sarcastic voice. "I would prefer you being the hot cougar I sleep with on the side, and it would be much more impressive if I got to mention that you're my boss. Don't you think," he said shoving my thongs in his pocket. He had a teasing smile and was playfully trying to make me nervous. "You can't tell them that I was your boss! Anyone local will know it was me," I answered after being lured into his teasing. "Don't worry about that. They will know it was you when I show them the pictures, and I'll have the matching panties to hang on my dorm room wall next year," he said with a sly smirk. "Damn him, he is teasing me and it feels so good," I thought. The feeling of his seed rolling down the inside of my thigh only added to the erotic humiliation he was subjecting me to. I knew I should be leaving immediately before he lured me into him again, but I enjoyed being captive to his explicit suggestions. "Please give me my panties back and please keep this between us," I said trying to be sincere. "I am kidding I would never do anything you didn't want me to do. Here take them back and I promise to never do anything like that," he said will inching the top of my thongs from his pocket for me to grab. His cockiness to make me dig into his pockets should have enraged me, but I wanted to give an equally enticing performance. I stepped towards him and grabbed the thongs fabric and gave a small tug. The tug was too weak to release the panties from his pocket, and he in return looked at me questioningly. His taunting got me, and it got to the core of what I wanted. I tucked my thongs back into his pocket while saying, "I trust you to do what's best, and I hope your friends are impressed." "You are so kinky, but I am starting to think it's you that want me to come back for more? What kind of story do you want me to leave with, and will it include a reason for me to come back," he said with no hint of humor in his expressions. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 02 I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was looking at the pinnacle of my fantasy, and he was unraveling my desire to be his prize. "Please don't let my brother find out," was all I could say after the brief silence. While standing in front of the stores plain glass windows he reached for me, but only grabbed my dress straps. He tore them from my shoulders while splitting my dress down the back. I was standing with the fragments of my dress around my ankles and my arms wrapped around his shoulders as he lead me back onto the front customer counter. He pushed me back so that I laid flat across the counter. I raised my legs over his shoulders, and slid my ass to the counters edge. I heard him undo his pants and then reach into his wallet. I looked around my raised legs and seen him begin to tear loose a condom. He looked at me so that I would notice what he was doing, but my intentions were different now. I edged my body closer to the edge of the counter and pushed his readied tip on my already fertilized lips. "Do you want me to use this," he asked while handing me the condom. I looked at the condom in my hand and said, "I am yours till 4:00pm. It will be hard to explain my torn dress if I arrive home after my husband, but the clock on the wall says its only 2:30 so you decide," I said in a voice so needing that I didn't recognize myself. He smiled, and looked to be waiting for my next reaction. I was reconsidering opening the condom for him when I felt him enter me. Again there was no resistance to the single thrust it took from him to be completely inserted in me. "I don't think you want protection, especially now that I am telling you I want you bare," he answered and then paused. He spoke again after taking several deep thrusts into me while holding my body still with a firm grasp of my hips. "Ask me to fuck you on your front counter without that condom. Admit that you will want more even after your husband finds out about me," he demanded. He was holding my ankles up over his shoulders and thrusting bare inside me. His tone changed, and everything I knew about him was gone. He was now the mysterious man that I dreamed of. My body was reacting to him, and my mind was attaching itself to his will. My body began to tighten and I felt the return of my orgasmic state. "Yes I want you to use me, and I need my husband to know you did. Fuck me anyway you want just fuck me please," I moaned. He then took my hand that was holding the condom by the wrist and guided my actions till I dropped it on the floor. "I am going to work overtime," he said as I was compelled to push him deeper into me. He effortlessly pleasured my body across my place of business, and with total abandon I begged for him by name to continue. Even after pleasuring me several times he had the fortitude to want me more, and before long I was calling home to say I would be late for dinner. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 03 ********This story starts after the initial online cyber sexual meeting. It is from the POV of the husband, and the story relies heavily on you understanding what happened in the two previous parts. I don't claim to be a great writer, and it's just for practice and some enjoyment. If you're not interested in the cuckold experience this story might not be for you.******** As I heard the door shut to the bathroom my fingers came to life on the keyboard. I wrote the first thing that came to my mind, but what was on my mind was implanted there by what my wife said had to be done. We just met someone online in an adult chat room, and we engaged in conversation with a stranger that we thought could guarantee anonymity. Before we were done we revealed erotic pictures and the video images that detailed my deepest darkest fantasy. We were later stunned when the stranger called us by name, and knew exactly who we were. He had claimed to live in a community a safe distance away, but we overlooked the possibility he was also lying about his actual location. My fantasy existed for years, and it's so well developed I feel like it's become my sexual identity. My wife Rachel has long known my acceptance of her approval of other men, and how my jealousy and fear create an erotic euphoria for me. When living in a judgmental world caught up in tradition it can be hard to admit that my sexual excitement originates from a cuckold voyeurs perspective. My wife tries to be supportive of my desires, and at times she is fascinated with my taboo outlook. In the past she had never gone beyond creating a cheap thrill by flirting with strangers online, and what just happened was a case of mistaken identity. The moment the stranger revealed that he knew our names, and exactly who we were our fears came crashing down. Rachel had exposed herself to someone in our very small community. Her family has been part of the back bone of the local farming community for generations. Her look of shock and frustration that the event went so wrong had her quickly demand that I fix it, and make sure he knew this had to be private. She then stormed out of the room to take her shower and clear her head. I was a local school teacher and knew I would suffer ridicule and shame if our previously private pictures and fantasies became public, but something deep inside pushed away the regret. As I typed the email to the mysterious stranger that would beg for him to respect our discretion I felt the sweet sense of relief of being let out of the preverbal closet. As I wrote to the young man that could have easily been one of my previous students I felt torn. I wrote to him and asked for us all to be adults and pleaded from him to honor our discretion. I asked for him to delete the pictures sent, and I tried to explain how it was all fantasy. I even tried to explain that we never met with another man before, and that Rachel only expected to share herself in a cyber-sexual way. As I finished writing the email and then hit the send button I realized that I left all of my opinions out of the letter. That letter was written to cast away the fear of the unknown, and to comfort my wife. If this person means to do our repartitions harm this email will do nothing to change that, but the letter could stop this person from reappearing in the future. I sat there asking myself how much I had risked tonight, and how much I had to lose if this person proved to be some young man that had every intention to hurt our public image. I was a teacher and I knew guys that age could be cruel, but I hoped beyond hope that this person was not cut from that cloth. I opened my own personal email account, and rested my fingers on the keys. I heard the water of the shower start to run. I was going to be alone for at least the next several minutes. I knew what I wanted to say, and I knew I had to be careful with this unknown person. My fingers started to type a carefully chosen message, "We shocked my wife tonight, and she wasn't prepared to contact someone so close to home. I would like to thank you for an enjoyable evening, and I apologize for our part in finding out to late that we all lived in the same town. It would be easy for you to spread the images and knowledge of what you seen tonight around, but please don't do it. You would be hurting my wife much more than you would hurt me, and it will destroy any chance of you meeting her romantically in the future. I am asking you to be discrete and polite so that she can recover from this shock. If you can do this it may be possible to encourage other cyber-meetings. This is Colin, and you know who I am. Please keep this correspondence private." I wrote my message and looked it over only once before sending it. I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't promise him anything. I did know I wanted to keep him quiet and my fantasy alive, and that would best be done with giving him an actual reason to think it was in his best interest. After sending the email I closed my account and headed to the bedroom. I crawled into bed and reached for my tablet. I then opened both email accounts and waited for a response. As I laid there I could still hear the water running from my wife's shower. She was taking her time tonight, but it wasn't the time to question her about the water bill. Being alone and comfortable in bed my thoughts of what could happen began creating the mixture of feelings that had at one time confused me, but now I welcome them. The fear of not knowing how this stranger will react, and the slim potential that my wife would welcome it had my spent cock go semi rigid. I had already climaxed twice tonight, and at my age the strength of a third hard on was not natural. I began to stroke my member with mental visions that would make a protective husband sick. The fear of one of my former or present students with pictures of my wife frightened me, but the thoughts of him enjoying the image excited me. I didn't want the world to know I was a cuckold, but my hardening cock told me I wanted him to show my wife I was. I then felt the vibration of my tablet, and the sound of an incoming message. It was him and he responded to the first email I sent. I paused before opening the email, and held my breath in hopes it would ward away responses that I never wanted to see. "Your secrets and fantasies are safe with me, and I hope you can trust me enough to play with those fantasies again. I will not contact you again unless you contact me first. I would like to keep Rachel's pictures, but they are for my eyes only," he wrote. I then tried to refresh my email account, and waited to see if he was going to respond there also. Nothing came, but the water in the shower had stopped. I kept my email account open and ready to receive a message, but the only thing coming was my wife's foot steps down the hall. Before she entered the room I closed my account, and turned my attentions back towards her needs. I opened his reply to my first email for Rachel to read, and handed her the tablet so she could scroll through the entire conversation. "It's done," I declared. "All we can do is trust that this person enjoyed the show we gave him enough to keep things on the down low. I am sure he isn't interested in being the creep that confesses to lurking on dating sites anyway," I said with a laugh. She looked still shaken, and I thought her expression resembled the look of a student receiving their marks after a tough exam. "Well you got part of your wish. There is a guy in our community that finally shares part of our intimacy, and I hope you still find it hot," she said in an incriminating tone. "Kind of," I said with a pause looking for the right words. "I like the idea of someone sharing in our play as long as it's still primarily about us, and so that it doesn't become public knowledge. I work in a school, and it would be a disaster having your pictures spread around," I said reminding her that I also have something to lose. I didn't like how she made me feel that everything that happened was strictly my fault. I did express my interest many times in meeting other guys online to spice up our interactions, but her choice to do it with me tonight seemed very natural. I think we both felt saturated with feelings about what transpired, and I needed time to focus on what happened before I responded to her fears. It felt wrong to tell her I was excited that he was from our home town, and I didn't think she would be able to comprehend how my mass fear lends its self to arousal. My inner frustration and awkwardness returned me to a place I understood with each passing day. I remained quiet and rolled over on my still raging hard cock and pretended to drift away. I wasn't long before I thought I heard the low snores of my wife's breathing. She was asleep and oblivious to my semi rigid cock. It hadn't ever truly gone down since I crawled into bed. It continued to remind me of what happened, and if it had a voice it would have been screaming directions to me that even I could not comprehend. I rolled over onto my back and I turned to check on my wife's sleeping. She was still turned on her side and was sound asleep. I reached for my cock and took it softly in one hand. I began to gently caress it with very short smooth strokes. The visions of what happened, and what could happen filled my mind. My memory drew images of my wife being pleasured deeply as she looked at the body of the young stranger on our computer screen. I imagined that same young body leapt from the monitor, and then carried her into the same bed I was laying in now. I stood in my thoughts at the end of the bed watching her give herself to him anyway he chose. I could feel the pulse in my rod as I held it, and every stroke felt amazing. I could feel my body tightening and the feelings of release coming. I was only a few strokes away from a point of no return, but my slow and stealth movements prolonged my erotic agony. I needed this orgasm to free me from my wanting torture. I lifted the sheets and got out of bed. I walked to the bathroom with my engorged penis pointing the way. As I entered the room I locked the door behind me. I stood naked in my bathroom with my cock returning to my hand. I took several pleasurable stokes, and planned to make my climax quick when I noticed my wife's phone. She had left it on the counter in the bathroom. I thought to impulsively check my email on her phone; I still wanted to know if our stranger answered me personally back. I turned on my wife's phone by sliding the unlocking bar on the screen, and the first screen that came into view was her email. I wasn't planning on snooping in her emails, but I was forced to sit down when my head began to spin after reading the name in her inbox. It was the email address from the guy from tonight, and these emails were sent after our conversation. It occurred to me they must have been written while she was in the bathroom presumably taking her shower. The emails originated from her asking him if he really wanted to be with a married woman knowing it was her. When he answered yes in his response it must have been to her liking, and I began to realize the gravity of the situation when he added that he preferred that she was married. I then scrolled to my wife's next message, and found myself stunned with how fast she got caught up with this person. She wrote to him, "Come to my business tomorrow afternoon around 1pm. My husband will be there and all of the other workers will be gone for the afternoon. Please do not tell my husband I invited you, or that you're the guy that we met online. I would like to meet you safely with no pressure." "She wants to meet him," I whispered to myself. Her wanting to meet this guy knowing what he would want meant she had to be truly interested in him in some way I thought. I tried to clear my head so that I could read his next reply, but the room just kept spinning. I managed to scroll and look at his response with a shaking sweaty hand. It occurred to me that this email wasn't opened yet, and she hadn't read it yet. The content of the message was his phone number, and a request for her to call him. I looked at his phone number, and her request to have him meet her at work. Everything that happened so far got closer to home faster than I could have ever imagined. I felt cheated that my wife didn't tell me she wrote him, but I knew I did the same earlier. My fear of her being angry at not being a full participant in this was gone, and I was now free to enjoy the tortured angst of possibly having my wife shared with another man. I opened my own email account to see if he responded to me. There was an unopened response that only arrived a few minutes ago. His message read, "I will not mention any of this to anyone unless she wants me too. I won't push myself at her, but I think once she finds out who I am she will trust me immediately. Would you like to help me show you what another guy would do to your wife in bed?" He sounded cocky and sure of himself, but his confidence provoked my need for danger. I thought about everything I read, and made my own plan. I quietly left the bathroom and moved into a room more distant from the room my wife was sleeping in. I returned to my wife's email folder and called the phone number he left for her to find. I waited on the line while the phone rang, and then realized my hand was shaking so violently in anticipation that I had to brace it with my other hand. The person on the other end answered with a soft greeting of hello. It was late and I wasn't sure, but I thought it was the same person we spoke to earlier over webcam. "I think we met online tonight, and I saw that you sent your phone number to my wife. I wanted to call you first," I said quickly blurting out so that he wouldn't interrupt. "You aren't mad," he asked. "No, and I know her plan to have you go to her office tomorrow. I am very serious when I tell you I am happy she wants to meet you. You said that she would trust you right away. What do you mean by that," I asked. "Before I tell you who I am; are you saying you would be willing to let me fuck her," he asked. I stumbled over the word: yes, because for the first time it started to feel very real. "Does she know your making this call? I thought it was weird when I received messages from 3 different email accounts, and figured that you were lying to each other," he questioned. "She doesn't know I am calling, but I am interested in making sure we get to know each other better. I accidently saw the email that you wrote her, and wanted to know who you were before she tries to meet you face-to-face," I said trying to reason with him. "She said you would be there when I went to the office tomorrow so you shouldn't have to worry, and when I walk in she will know me immediately. It sounded like she didn't want anything to happen tomorrow, because you weren't supposed to know I was coming. If you really want to help I would suggest you not going at the last second," he said with a chuckle. The phone went silent as we both focused on his last words I thought about his suggestion, and considered what it meant to have him meet her alone. "Would you prefer to meet her alone," I asked. "I think our chances of being open with each other, and getting her out of her clothes is better without you there the first time. It will seem like she cheated on you that first time, but I think you're the type that might enjoy that," he probed. "She is my wife and I care for her safety. If I knew you were safe, and not somebody that would cause me more trouble than her fucking you I would go for it," I said thinking. "Actually if you could convince me that you're the type of good person you say you are I'll give you my full help," I said not considering his possible answer. "Is that a real promise? I want your full help, and would you swear not to interfere? I might have to tell her about this conversation if you lie to me," he said trying to deal with me shrewdly. This stranger already had both my wife's attention, and humiliating information that could be shared publically. Although what he really wanted was Rachel, and he wanted my help to make it happen. He was making me want to wager against his over confidence, and being blackmailed into staying quiet didn't seem like a serious risk. "Yes, but only if you can prove to me that we have no need to fear you. You have to be someone she will instantly be comfortable with," I said thinking he couldn't guarantee that. "You have my cell number now so I guess it doesn't matter that I tell you who I am. It's Sam; her younger brothers best friend. I went to your wedding, and I am very close to her family. I was in your class last year, and I think you remember me as well. I even work for her in the summers. I expect your full help now," he said with a sound of victory in his tone. "Oh my god," is all I could say. I never imagined who this person could be. Sam was a regular face around my wife's family home for years, and he even works for in the summers. He could potentially be one of the closest and most trustable guys she knows. His relationship with Rachel's brother even allowed him to attend parts of my bachelor party that were family orientated. "Now agree to it like you promised. Do you agree to find a reason at the last second not to be at the office tomorrow afternoon, "he demanded? I agreed. "One last thing before we hang up. You do understand that I will be trying to fuck her, and if I can it won't be the only time. You will have to accept not seeing it happen for the first time. I know you're the cuckold type, and I want to give you all you can handle," he said with a cool firm voice. "She might not be interested; she thinks of you as family. Have you thought of what will happen if she rejects you? I now know you won't be dangerous, but regardless of what happens I want to know what happened," I said with uncertainty. "You will know," is all he said before hanging up. I looked at my wife's phone in my hand and started my committal to my promise to help him. I deleted the email that had his phone number so that in no way could she research who he was, or cancel their afternoon meeting. I then deleted the call from her history before returning the phone to the bathroom where I found it. I then found myself standing back in the same spot as before with my cock in my hand. As I stroked myself in front of the mirror I thought about how serious it was having this family friend fully committed to making me his cuckold. There was something humiliating about him being the young kid that played at my wife's house growing up, and knowing it was only last year I would of thought of him as harmless. The possibility of him fucking my wife on her desk tomorrow finally gave me the release I needed. I sprayed the largest stream of cum I have ever made across the room. The volume of my built up struck the mirror in force. I stood holding my spent cock, and then felt the fearful angst all men have after coming down from there erotic highs. I looked in the mirror and grabbed a tissue to clean the image of the man standing in it. Some part of me tried to convince him that this meeting tomorrow could finally put us past our comfort levels, but that voice was so much smaller now. The next morning my wife was awake as usual before me. She owned her own business and was always there to open up in the morning. I was still tired, and felt awkward possessing knowledge of her secret date. I lay in bed with one eye open as she moved about the room. I saw her pick out several items from the closest, but later pick out an outfit unlike something she would normally wear. She picked out a semi casual looking dress from her closet and put it aside. She then picked out what I knew was her favorite lingerie set from her top drawer. The sight of her slipping into a thong to go to work had me growing rigid under the sheets. She worked at an agricultural feed store, and I couldn't remember the last time she would have worn a dress like that to work with an emphasis on having her best lingerie under it. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 03 I was covertly aware of her pruning and primping herself for work. She applied makeup, and closely critiqued her hair. She turned and observed herself in the mirror. I wanted to tell her how attractive she looked before she left, but felt it was better to not draw attention to her efforts. It was only moments after the door closed that I reached for my swollen member. I vigorously started pleasuring myself. I just saw the results of me tempting her for so long, and thinking how my wife might allow herself to be seduced by this younger man continued to excite me. I rubbed till I sprayed my seed, but this time it shot directly across my body. Again the angst of fear shot through me, but instead of reconsidering I thought of ways to help Sam. I picked up my tablet and wrote to Sam, "You should arrive exactly at 12:20. I will be telling her at that exact time that I will not be making it to the office." I got showered and dressed and went to work. It should have been like any other day, accept I had images of my wife meeting this other man running through my head. It was obvious she wanted to impress the mysterious admirer, but it was unclear how far she would go to make an impression. I had no idea how she might react when she finds out the admirer was Sam. I might never have agreed to allow Sam to meet her alone if it weren't for the security cameras in the store. The cameras can be viewed remotely, and considering Rachel hardly understands how they work I don't expect her to realize they are on. Even though I did trust Sam I had to admit to myself that I didn't know the side of him he was about to show to her. I needed to see what was going to happen for myself. It was my typical Friday afternoon, and I was getting off early from classes. I rushed home just before noon, and prepared my computer to view the stores security footage. I saw the employees start to leave as customary on Fridays afternoons. I saw my wife sitting in her desk waiting for me to arrive. She looked beautiful, and as I secretly watched her from cyber space I knew profoundly how lucky I was. I felt a bit creepy watching my wife over the next half hour, but my mixed feelings and anxiety was creating a renewed passion for her I couldn't explain. I watched the camera in her office, and the camera in the parking lot. I felt my stomach spasm as I seen a vehicle with Sam at its wheel drive up. I was so nervous that my mind was telling me to panic. Seeing him walk up to the door of the store made me realize that it was too late to turn back now. I raised the phone to my hand and called my wife moments before he reached the door. She answered the phone with a typical business greeting. I answered back, "Hey honey, I can't make it to lunch with you today. I am a judge in the science fair, and I'll be busy all afternoon." I paused for her response, and the possibility of a confession. "Today, why today," she shot back. "I don't have a lunch with me, and you always come on Friday," I knew her pleas weren't genuine and they sounded fake to me. I knew my wife and if she needed me to arrive I would have had to go, but her demands lacked conviction. "Sorry dear I can't make it today, but I'll make it up to you with dinner tonight," I said trying to ease her acted out urgent tones. I could see Sam enter the front door of the store over the camera, and hear the chimes of the door ring over the phone. I waited to hear my wife yell, "We are closed" before I hung up. I had a guilty laugh to myself when I saw the look of surprise on her face when she realized it might have been the stranger in the store alone with her. Skipping from camera to camera I could see her leave her office and meet Sam at the front customer desk. I couldn't hear their conversation, but seen that they were talking very friendly as normal. They knew each other for years, and when Rachel was younger she used to baby sit Sam on occasion. After a few minutes I saw Sam move farther into the office before disappearing into the bathroom. During the time he was in the bathroom I witnessed Rachel tearing her office apart. It looked like she was throwing all of her files onto the floor. I didn't understand what I was looking at, but I assumed it was something I missed in their conversation with no audio feed. After Sam left the Bathroom and returned to the office I watched the two of them carefully go through all of the files that were thrown onto the floor. I saw them working quietly working side-by-side for nearly an hour and it wasn't looking promising. Rachel eventually sat in one of her chairs and started to play with her cell phone, and it wasn't long after that she left the room completely leaving Sam to work alone. It seemed like Rachel was gone for a long time, and I wondered if she had shot him down. Sam continued to work alone, and in her absence he started to look at his own phone. His actions looked like someone typing a message. After a few more minutes I seen him quickly put his phone back into his pocket, and return to work before Rachel re-entered the room. She sat in the same chair as before, and slumped down with an unhappy look on her face. She then perked up and looked very distracted and puzzled while looking at Sam suddenly. He had reached for his phone again, and was looking intently at the screen. He stood up and approached Rachel, and it looked like he wasn't even looking at her. As he approached it looked like Rachel just saw a ghost, but it was evident that he hadn't noticed her expression yet. It was when he reached her that my heart began to tear itself from my body, and the things I saw caused my cock to ached from its rigid pressure. She stood up to meet his approach, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and shoulders. Her body was pressed between him and the wall behind her. I watched with wide eyed disbelief as he kissed her deeply; her open hands probing the surface of his chest. He was physically groping her body; his firm grip appeared to have known no boundaries. Their actions looked rough at times, and I almost wondered if she wasn't enjoying it. I could see her trying to say something to him, but it appeared only to be encouraging him on. He was on her and was ravishing my wife like I hadn't done in years. I saw the momentary look of guilt on my wife's face fluctuate as he kissed her and felt her body. She looked to be falling deeper enthralled to her young lover when suddenly her dress fell to the floor. The first thing I noticed was she wasn't wearing any of her lingerie, and I was confused how it might have been possible to have removed them so quickly. After her dress feel he stood looking at her naked body from a few feet away. How he so easily managed to capture my wife's naked form and take her for himself in under 24hrs surprised me. As they stood apart he spoke to his part time boss that doubled as my hot wife. It was then I suddenly realized I was completely undressed while watching them. It was only a year ago he was in my math class, but right now it looked like he was going to teach my wife something new. I was stroking my cock when I saw Rachel turn and bend over in front of him. He grabbed her by the naked waist, and pulled her ass towards him so that he was teasing her with a dry hump. She froze in that bent position allowing him to push himself on her, and his hands and view from behind made her inviting. He then reached down and grabbed her by the hair making her rise to kiss him deeply on the lips. His kissing turned to him making his way down her neck and farther down her body. As his face lowered to her pussy I could tell that he won. The look of pleasure on her face as he must have been touching her told me that I would soon be a cuckold. He continued to lick her pussy in a standing position, and she lowered her hand and grabbed a handful of his hair to guide his actions. As she moaned and contorted to the pleasures of his touch I began to cum. I was hardly touching myself, but the long awaited beautiful view of my wife engaged in sex was long overdue. Even in my guilty afterglow I was thankful to face my greatest curiosity. He suddenly stopped and returned to his feet. She said something to him that made him stop. I watched as she picked up her dress, but before she could put it on he grabbed her wrist and had her drop it freely. He then left the room and headed to the stores front lobby. I saw him lock the front door of the store. She meanwhile climbed on the top of her desk and waited for him in a sexually prone position. I realized that he was locking up, and they were preparing to consummate their new friendship. My biggest sexual fantasy was about to happen, and it was going to happen with a man that wasn't going to disappear from our lives. I couldn't help think how this was better than a penthouse letter. She was the boss, and her employee was about to pleasure her on her desk. I had just cum, but I was already hardening again. It was then that I saw Sam approach the computer console behind the desk. That console controls the video cameras, and just before he touched it he smiled while looking into the closest camera. The camera feed then went blank, and I saw nothing. "That fucker," I screamed. He is going to fuck my wife, and he stopped me from watching. I remembered back to the conversation we had on the phone the night earlier. He told me he wanted her alone that first time, and he must have known about the video cameras being a past employee. I had agreed to help him, but I desperately wanted to see it for myself. I sat in the house for nearly an hour going crazy thinking about what might be going on. I masturbate again during the hour, but all it did was cause my torture to increase. I had to try and witness it for myself, or at least see if it was still going on. I got in my car and drove to the feed store. I felt dangerous on the road as I drove instinctively while my mind envisioned images of what I might see. As I approached the store I could see that the same vehicle that Sam arrived in was still in the parking lot. I pulled into the parking lot, but stopped at the edge of the property so that I would not alert anyone in the store of my presence. I could see an image inside standing near the glass pained door of the store. I could see that it was Sam, and he had his back to me. He was dressed, and looking to be possibly talking to someone further into the store. I didn't know what to do. Should I approach the door just as he might be leaving, or should I let them have this moment alone? I couldn't see Rachel from my vantage point, and wondered how I might find her if I were to walk in unannounced. Catching her with him wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing I thought; I was prepared to admit that I knew she was going to meet him today. I thought if he told her that I was aware of their plan it would have to be negated after what I seen. I could risk getting a better look. I got out of my car and walked around the perimeter of the parking lot, and found myself near a smaller side window looking into the store front lobby. They were both dressed and talking near the front door as before, and from what I could see Sam was holding something in his hand. I looked closer and saw that it looked a lot like the thongs I seen Rachel put on this morning. It looked like he was teasing her by dangling her thongs in front of her. I leaned into the window to listen to their conversation the best I could, and strained my eyes to try and understand what was happening. I heard mostly mumbles, but at times I could make out what Rachel was saying as the volumes of her protests increased. I heard her raise her voice and say, "Sam are you going to treat me like some trophy cougar you tell your friends about, or are you the nice gentlemen I always thought you were?" I could not make out his answer, but I saw him push her thongs into his pocket in defiance. "You can't tell them that I was your boss! Anyone local will know it was me," she said with a loud playful tone. Her side of the conversation sounded like she was becoming less appalled with the idea of him keeping her thongs, and more concerned with his teasing that he might tell people about her. She then held out her hand and with a big smile told him, "Please give me my panties back and please keep this between us." He in turn turned his body towards her and motioned her to take them from his pocket. She moved so close to him it would have seemed awkward in any other situation. She reached into his pocket, and then pushed the thong deep inside. Her tone changed into something more submissive and while I was in a better position to hear her I could only make out partially what she said, "I hope your friends are impressed." I was standing frozen in the window, and in disbelief that my wife was going to be ok with him breaking any agreement we had in being indiscrete. As I looked on I still couldn't make out what he was saying, but could tell his manly form was about to swoop down on her. "Please don't let my brother find out," was all she could say before he reached for her dress and tore it from top to bottom. The fabric was laying in taters on the floor and some of it still wrapped around her ankles. He carried her across the room and laid her naked body on the counter her customers checked out on. She lifted her legs and lowered them onto his shoulders, and slid her exposed pussy to the edge of the counter. I saw him undo his pants, and he let them fall to the floor. I couldn't see if he had already penetrated her, but could see he was holding something in his hand towards her. "Do you want me to use this," he asked. It was a condom, and she took it from his hand and held it near her face for inspection. I could not hear her answer to him, but it became apparent that whatever she said wasn't yes. He impaled himself deep inside her and her legs collapsed around his body. I was unable to make out anything being said for a moment as her moans of pleasure filled the room. I could hear the slap of his body against her open thighs with each welcomed thrust. I could see her still clenching the condom in one hand, and bracing herself with the other. He slowed his actions, and looked down at her with his cock still deeply rooted inside. "Ask me to fuck you on your front counter without that condom. Admit that you will want more even after your husband finds out about me," he demanded in a very loud voice. "Yes I want you to use me, and I need my husband to know you did. Fuck me anyway you want just fuck me please," she moaned so loud that I might have heard her from my car. My growing feelings of confusion were partially subdued by her admission of needing me to know of her infidelity, but the bare cock buried between her legs was something I thought she wouldn't allow. I knew she was on the pill and protected against pregnancy, but it didn't hurt any less when I saw her drop the condom to the floor for him to see. I stood for over an hour watching as he brutally fucked her on the counter top. She was calling his name at the top of her lungs, and at times begging him for more. As he fucked her I could see her tremble as her body betrayed me with a series of climaxes. I remembered him being so much smaller than her when he was younger, but today he had her body powerlessly rooted to his muscled from. As I stood hiding near the window I knew that this wasn't just a booty call for him, and with each pleasured moment I wondered if he was making the feeling mutual. My legs feel asleep standing quietly near the window as my blood continued to be redirected to my aching cuckold cock. I wondered how long they could possibly go on for when I saw him stop and slide her off the counter and onto her knees in front of him. I had not seen him cum yet, and his stamina was something I could not even comprehend. I saw her take his cock into her mouth and passionately stroke it with her lips. He then had her hand him his pants from the floor as she continued to pleasure him. He reached inside his pocket and removed his phone. I saw him begin to dial, and then held the phone above her head as he used his other hand to guide her sucking embrace. I heard from the distance my phone ringing in the car. He was calling me while she was sucking his cock to mock me. I managed a quiet sprint back to my car, and tried to avoid being noticed as I left my hiding place. I opened the door and sat inside before accepting the incoming call. I only vaguely remembered the number on my phone from the night before. I answered the call, and tried not to sound winded. She was quiet at first, but when she spoke she sounded out of breath. There were moments if I didn't know better might have sounded like she was sucking on hard candy. "Honey I am really busy at the office because I forgot about an important order. I think I am going to be late for dinner tonight," she said before returning to her hard candy. As I thought of how I should have responded I looked out towards the front door of the store. When looking close I could manage to make out the shadowy form of her backside planted directly at Sam's knees. "Are you ok honey? You must be working really hard today, and I got a minute if you want a break," I said wanting to keep her on the line long enough to hear more. "It's ok dear. We can have a long talk when I get home about my day, and how things at work will be improving," she said before we both gave our good byes. I didn't hang up my phone, but instead waited for it to hang up on the other end. It never hung up, but instead kept broadcasting her slurping thanks for the domineering rod thrusting in her mouth. I placed my phone on mute, and looked through the plain glass window in the store. I could hear him telling her to moan louder as she sucked him. He then asked her to tell him how much bigger his cock was then mine. She eagerly answered his demands, and told him how badly she would need his huge cock again. "How badly do you want me to keep fucking you," he asked without waiting for her answer. They were still positioned in front of the glass door, and I could see the blurry image of his fingers pulling her head on to his shaft. "Would you let me fuck you in front of your husband and let me cum in you like I did today? What if I wanted you to tell your best friends about me? How badly do you want to get caught," he said while still holding her by the hair so she was fully engulfed on his cock. The only answers she could fathom were moans of acceptance. It was then that my eyes began to come into focus through the glass door from the seemingly far distance. I could see that Sam was looking directly at me from behind the door. I didn't know when he spotted me, but the show he was putting on in front of the door might have been partially for my degrading benefit. "You're going to open up about why we met online Rachel, and you're going to come clean about the things you want from me," he said pulling himself from her mouth. He then bent down and picked up the largest remaining part of her torn dress. I could see and hear him over the phone tearing her dress into smaller strips of cloth. He then asked her to stand, and she obediently rose to her feet in front of him. She made disempowered comments about her current predicament of having no clothes to wear. He responded by saying, "Let me help you put your dress back on then." He then took a long strip of cloth he took from the torn dress and wrapped it around her head and blind folding her. He then kissed her gently for a moment before turning her towards the glass door. Her breathing became shuddered and sounded like the mere touch of the glass pressing against her body was going to deliver her next orgasmic release. I could see the window steam from her breathing, and his large white rod take position between her spread legs. She was blindfolded, but looking directly at me from through the window. In a Far Far Away Place Pt. 03 He was fucking her naked and exposed in the window of the business she began operating as a child. He was presenting her to me, and anyone else that may have been on the road. I looked around the car and like usual this road was seldom used, and it was unlikely a witness would walk by. I quietly got out of my car and walked up to the door for a better look. Sam was looking directly at me as he took pleasure in me seeing her body pulse against the glass with each of his thrusts. She couldn't see me with the blindfold, but I was now close enough to hear them through the door. "Now tell me why you were really looking for men last night; and tell me what you want now," he said while grinding her body into the window. "My husband liked to talk about me with other guys, and he got me thinking night and day about me having an affair. We never looked for men so close to home, and we always said it was only to flirt and have fun online. Last night I suggested we look for a guy closer to home because I wanted this to happen." She said holding nothing back. "What did you want to happen exactly, and what do you want now," he said with a building pressure in his tone. "I want another man. A real man that won't take no for an answer, and will take me whenever he wants. Please make me your prize, and make me cuckold my husband publically. I want..." She said before trailing off in moans. "Do you want to leave your husband, or for him to leave you," he said slowing his movement with concern in his voice. "No, I want to give him what he wants and humiliate him. I want him to see me with another man, and get jealous how he makes me feel. I love him and never want to give him up, but I need someone more dominate in my sex life," she said looking distracted and embarrassed. "I think your husband is ready for all those things. He will be hearing you get fucked through the same open windows your neighbors will. He can buy you nice lingerie or clothing, but it won't stop me from piling it in the corner and sending you home naked. He can ask you to make me wear a condom, but he will accept that I never will," He said grinding his teeth as he slammed her harder and faster from behind. His pace and words put her back under his spell and she opened her legs wide and pushed out her ass so that he had deeper entry. Each push he made was edging them both to another finish. As their motions picked up so did there moans. It started with her calling his name, and turned into her begging for him to not stop fucking her. She never reacted differently when he warned her that he was going to cum soon. He obliged her passiveness by gripping her waist firmly and pushing himself deep inside her. She surrendered to his actions, and begged for him not to stop. I was now standing no more than a foot from the window and watching closely. I got down on one knee and watched as his swollen shaft moved in and out of her. I could see raised and primed balls ready to release. I saw her well fuck pussy glisten with juices made just for him. Her repeated arousal had left a ring of her fluids around the base of his cock. Only Sam knew I was there, and he wasn't the least bit shy. He told her to pretend that she was being watched, and for her to tell me what she really wanted. "Cum inside me Sam; Let Colin see my pussy filled by you. Please make him taste my fucked pussy," she moaned. I could see the look on her face and they were both about to cum. I then looked down and focused on their sexual parts and waited for the eruption to show itself. She called out one last time for her own pleasure, "I want you to lick his cum from my pussy." After those words the sounds of grunting and sexual release was all I could hear. I could see her lips pulse as they contracted and swallowed all of him during his release. I could see his shaft spasm as a trickle of cum rolled down his cock and down her inner thigh. I saw their bodies relax, and there moans lower to a ragged breathing. As he held her in place against the door in the afterglow of their coupling I could see his cock slowly softening and inching itself out from her pussy. His cock slipped from her pussy with a thick trail of his spent fluids leaking from her afterwards. It was at the pinnacle of my fetish as I knelt staring at his fertile cum draining from my wife's well christened pussy. I hardly noticed his hand lower to his side. I was so distracted I didn't see him remove the blindfold from over her eyes. With a devious and triumphant smile he asked her, "Should I unlock the door?"