I HAVE TO GO
LAURA
“Just drive into the driveway,” I told Nate, but he stopped the car about a block from the house. He turned to me and slid his hands between my thighs. His hands were hot, and he brushed them only against my inner thighs, only midway. He was looking at me with his intense blue eyes.
“I had fun tonight,” he said. I could feel his hand moving further up. I didn't try to stop him.
He leaned over and kissed me. I could tell by the way his lips were hard, and his cheeks were flushed, that he was pumped with desire. I knew, without looking or feeling, that his cock was rock-hard. If he moved his fingers up any further, he would find my panties soaked, my pussy ready for him.
He moved a hand to the back of my head and worked his fingers through my hair. He used a thumb against my jaw to hold me there, so he could kiss me harder, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
“I have to go,” I whispered, when we finally took at breath. His hand closed around my thigh, and his pinkie finger extended to brush over my panties. Right over my clit. I shuddered.
“Really?” he said. His eyes flicked to my house up the street. “We could just...”
I smiled. I kissed him again. His lips were hot, eager, probing. It ended up much longer than I had expected.
“I have to go,” I said.
It wasn't that I necessarily wanted to: part of me would love to have sex with Nate in the car, letting Conrad watch what he could from the bedroom. I knew he was there, watching like a hawk every passing car, every headlight. He would like it, to see my heels bouncing around in the windshield, and Nate's white shirt slide up his torso. He might even like that the view was incomplete, and terrible.
But I wanted to drag it out a little longer.
I was enjoying teasing both of them, truth be told. Watching them twist with their desires.
There was also a part of me, I knew, that was afraid to actually go through with it. Because what would happen then? Then everything would be real, and everything would need some kind of ending.
This way, we were all just waiting for the tipping point, for the climax, and none of us were thinking about the aftermath.
It was just like sex in some compromising position or place. It all seems fine and great until everyone comes.
And then you're sitting there, maybe in a car in a field, or a phone booth, or with someone you shouldn't be with, and you're like: what the fuck am I doing?
I felt like this side of the climax was more fun. Prettier. Sweeter.
I kissed Nate and grabbed the handle. His hand tried to grasp me between my legs but I pushed him away. “Sorry,” I said. “I have to go.”
I jumped out of the car.
He rolled down his window and hung his arm out. “Laura,” he hissed.
I turned around. I could see he wanted me to come back. Get a last kiss. Another feel.
I looked up at our window, knowing that Conrad was probably there. Peering out into the darkness. I smiled for him.
Then I turned around and went back to the car. I leaned over, and I really laid it on thick, letting Nate draw his hand from behind my neck, down the collar of my dress, and down...brushing over my breast.
Then I left him, and went home.
S TRIP TEASE
CONRAD
Laura came home at three-thirty.
It was later than it should have been, even if she had stayed until the very last call. The club was only thirty minutes away, by the most generous estimate.
That left at least – at least – an hour of unaccounted-for time.
I had expected her to stay out until closing. In fact, I wanted her to. And I supposed that she knew that. Of course I couldn't sleep. I didn't even try.
I was glad I had gone to the restaurant. That I had an image of Nate in my mind. That I had something to feed the increasingly lurid fantasies I was spinning up, alone, in an armchair downstairs.
After Laura left, I couldn't take it. I went into the shower and jerked off. I came in seconds, just thinking about her sitting on Nate's lap in the strobe lights of the strip club. Her legs crossed, her head turned up, her mouth open in laughter. His cock hard underneath her thighs. His eyes only on her, in spite of all the other women in the club.
As soon as I came though, the doubts started creeping in. What the fuck was I doing, letting my wife go off to a strip club with a twenty-three year old waiter? In her fancy black underwear? Basically having instructed her to fuck him?
The water ran down into my face. This was a terrible idea.
But then, I started to imagine it all again. The electricity that had snapped through me when Laura's voice had rippled over my lips:
“Do you want me to suck his cock, then?”
The hours ticked by. And then it was later than it should have been.
It meant, as soon as it was three o'clock, that Laura had definitely done something other than go to the strip club, tease Nate, and come home.
Had they gone to his place? What was that like, I wondered? Some Bohemian love-den, or was he a jock, with beer cans everywhere and a Budweiser neon sign on his window?
But more importantly, were they writhing like snakes now, or was her mouth around his cock now? I let my mind picture Laura in ever-more dirty fantasies, until she was hanging over the edge of the bed, her mouth open for Nate's cock. His balls slapped against her forehead as he hammered his big, pink cock in and out her mouth, filling up her throat while she just let him have his way with her.
The fantasy made my cock harden again, and I was tingling with the desire to throw Laura on my bed when she got home, and sink into her hot flesh.
But what was I going to find there? Was she going to be all filled up already, all worn-out and too tired to fuck again because Nate had fucked her raw?
I had basically told her to do it.
The knife twisted inside of me again.
This went on and on, and I went upstairs to watch out the window. It was tiresome, standing there. There was no chair and the window was too high for one anyway. Nothing to do but feel the glass getting cooler and cooler in the night air, picture Laura on all fours crying out for more, and wait.
I watched her kiss Nate in the car. It was hard to see, but I could see their bodies coming together. There was nothing else they could be doing. I strained to see the details: where he placed his hand, how her body moved. But it was too dark and too far away.
Then she emerged from the car, and looked up at the window.
She knew I was there, watching. She smiled and turned around to give him a kiss.
I reminded myself that Laura had come to me first to okay this evening. That I had let it happen. That all of this was of my own making.
But it also felt out of control.
I stayed where I was and watched Nate drive away.
I heard Laura's footsteps immediately on the steps. I turned to face her.
She stepped out of her shoes and held them in her hands.
The moment was a little awkward.
“So,” she said.
“So.”
She tossed her glossy hair over her shoulder and took a step toward the bed. She lay down on it, stretching her self out. She twirled a shoe in her hand.
“How was Ricardo's?” I said, moving closer.
“Really, really interesting,” she said. “I learned some very interesting things from those girls.”
I felt my cock start to throb again. I was a little speechless. Laura propped her head up on her hand.
“Did you practice any of them already?” I managed to say.
She twirled her shoe by the heel. “With Nate, you mean.”
“You've been gone a long time,” I said.
Another twirl.
“Do you want to hear all the details about what I did with Nate?” she said. Her voice was sort of a growl.
I gave her a nod. I couldn't get an intelligent statement out anyway.
She sat up on the be
d and pulled her legs underneath her.
“Sure you won't get jealous?”
“That's what I want,” I managed to say.
Her eyes were twinkling. “Hmm. Maybe I had just better keep some of it a secret. Maybe it's too dirty. Maybe if you just...ask me. I'll give you an honest answer.”
She slid her dress up to her panties. “Or you could just check for yourself. Use your imagination.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Somehow I had created a monster.
I should have known. Laura was always – and this came as a complete surprise – a really dirty talker. That is, she had been. Before the kids. She had a writer's ear for it. I don't even know where she got this stuff, or how she managed to hit things just the right way.
But now, now it left me with the heat, but also the worry.
Why. Why did she know just what to say? And why was she having such an easy time with this?
Maybe she had been having an affair along, for example. And now she was liberated to whatever she wanted.
She pulled her dress over head.
The black bra was gone. Her pert tits bounced lightly and then glowed white in the moonlight, her pink aureole washed pale in the light. Her nipples were hard.
She had a challenging expression on her face. I knew she wanted me to ask.
Where was the bra?
Instead, I stepped toward her and placed my hands on her ribcage, behind her tits. I placed my thumbs on her nipples, and I jerked her toward me. The violence with which I did it took her breath away, maybe scared her a little. I gave her a little smile, to let her know it was all part of the game.
“Were you very bad, Laura?” I growled.
I could see by the flush in her face, and the way her eyes dilated even more, that she liked this.
“Yes.”
I brushed her lips with one finger. I had an urge to put my fingers in her mouth, and pry her open, look inside, but I resisted it. “Did you suck Nate's cock?”
She waited, letting me stroke her lips and hover in that torturous silence for what seemed like an eternity. Then she opened her mouth and sucked my forefinger all the way to the last knuckle. Her tongue swirled over my finger. She sucked in her cheeks, the way she would if she were actually sucking cock.
Was this her answer?
“Was it big?” I asked, my finger still in her mouth.
She nodded.
“Was it the biggest cock you've ever had in your mouth?”
She nodded. Her eyes were on mine.
I reached down to her panties with my free hand. I slid my finger to her gash, and found the hot liquid welling from inside her. Her panties were soaked. The scent of her juices filled my nose...but it was only her, dripping, soaking wet.
I found her clit, and she released my finger to gasp.
I went ahead and put my fingers in her mouth, pulling down on her jaw to open it. “He didn't come down here,” I said, squeezing her clit between my fingers and making her twist.
She shook her head.
“Did he come in your mouth, then, Laura?”
She smiled.
A shudder of pleasure, with sharp teeth of pain, went through me. My heart was racing around in my chest. And my cock was as hard as I thought it could get without exploding on its own.
“Show me,” I said, pushing her down and using me hand to slide my boxers away from my cock.
Laura bowed to the pressure of my hand, but then she resisted and sat up.
“The thing is,” she said. “If you want it to be realistic, you need to fuck me first, and get my cum all over your cock. And then I'll lick it off...” Then she lowered herself down on the bed again, with her ass in the air.
I stepped out of my boxers, and moved around the bed.
I reached out for her ass, and slid the underwear from her hips.
“Just to the knees,” she said. “Leave them there.”
“That's what Nate did?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Her wet panties were heavy as I slid them down her legs and left them at her knees. The effect was incredibly dirty. Her ass was displayed to me, round and small, and between it her snatch. Engorged. Wet. Apparently used. I could smell her from where I was, as though she were right in front of me.
“Where were you?”
Laura propped herself up on her elbows so she could turn her head back to me. Another smile. “Not in a bed,” she said. But this will have to do.”
“And did you have any foreplay?” I said.
“Of course. I was teasing him all night. But once we locked ourselves in Jamie's big Suburban, things went fast.”
In a car.
“So you just bent over like this-”
“No, he pushed me down. Actually my dress was still on, and he pushed it down to my head. Then the underwear...”
“And then what?”
“And then he moved his cock from my clit to my ass a few times.”
I did the same, imagining that fucking kid with his huge cock, sliding his dick around my wife's asshole, while she pressed her body to the floor of the car and moaned.
“And then?”
“And then he...well he started to go inside of me.”
I pushed into her, and I slid into her slippery folds with no effort at all.
“But his cock was so big,” she continued. “And I haven't really had sex with anyone but..you...in so long...so he had to go really, really slowly.”
I started to move back and forth, unable to stop myself. Her pussy sloshed with sticky sounds.
“But finally, finally, he got all the way inside of me.”
Laura moaned.
“Keep talking,” I whispered.
Laura moaned again in response. “I was so full. It felt so good. And he started to fuck me.”
“Hard?”
“Hard, all the way in. I could feel his balls slapping me here,” she touched her clit.
I pressed my palm against the small of her back.
“And then I...” she seemed to lose her breath. “I...oh, oh fuck, I came all over his cock.”
She was moving her own ass now, grinding against me, hungry for her own orgasm – what seemed to be one of many, many she had had that night. I felt her squeeze around me and I leaned over her, pressing against her back, trying to avoid coming.
Because I wanted to hear the next bit.
I pulled out of her while she was still throbbing. Her pussy was quivering, and her cum gushed from it in sticky waves.
“And then?” I said. I could barely talk.
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. “And then, he asked me to try something the strippers had talked about. It was what got us all hotted up really.” She turned to me, and she had her tits in her hands. She was pushing them together, massaging them seductively, a bit like a stripper.
My cock was screaming at me.
But I let it play out. She evidently wanted to tease me up until the last moment.
She leaned over the bed, and I was confused for a moment. She sat up quickly though, with her shoes in hand.
“The conversation started about shoes. Why the strippers always have such outrageous shoes, how they dance in them...what you'd expect, they make your legs long, right. But then this one girl said she likes those shoes for blow jobs.”
I was panting now. My cock seemed to be pointing upward. Her cum was drying on it. But she wanted to tell this story. And I wanted to hear it. She leaned backward to put her shoes on. Quite a feat. I watched her, stunned. Entranced.
“So of course,” Laura said. “I had to ask what that was all about.”
“And Nate was where?”
“I was sitting on Nate's lap. His cock was hard all night, and I could feel it. And while this girl told us this story...well, showed us really. Hand me my shoes.”
Laura was moving now. Getting onto all fours. But then she lay down.
I was a little confused.
“The reason she likes it, is so she can do
this,” Laura said. She kicked her legs up and into her hands. She grasped her own heels, kind of like a yoga pose.
Oh god. I had seen this before.
It was incredibly lewd.
I knelt onto the edge of the bed, though. In time for Laura to lift her head, and open her mouth.
“So we listened to this story,” she said, looking up at me. “She said guys love it so much they come right away. Some of them come on her face before they get their cock in her mouth.”
I could see it happening. I held my cock for her, but she was waiting to see how much I could take.
“And I said...'I don't believe that.' And she said, 'try it.'”
This sent a jolt through me. Fuck.
And image of her and Nate, running through the parking lot, hand in hand, to “try out” the stripper's technique, flashed through my head. I grasped her hair and I pushed her onto my cock. But I was barely inside of her mouth, looking at her hands on her stilettos, her twisted, damp panties, and I came. I pushed her down on me, down to the base of my cock, and slammed myself deep into her throat.
W HAT REALLY HAPPENED
LAURA
Conrad collapsed on the bed.
“Holy shit,” he said.
I couldn't really read it. Was it, “Holy shit that was good?” or “Holy shit, this is fucked-up?”
I lay down next to him.
We looked at the ceiling for a minute. We were both sweating, and my blood was pounding in my ears. I wouldn't have heard him anyway, if we had started talking then.
Finally, I lifted my hand and put it on his chest. It was probably time to come clean. Because maybe he was regretting all of this.
And if he wasn't?
I wondered about that. I wondered what I would feel if he had no regrets at all. If me doing that kind of thing with Nate was really something he wanted to make viscerally real.
I also wondered about myself. I mean, saying all of that had definitely turned me on. Imagining it turned me on. But would I do it? I'd do it with Conrad – I just had – but would I do it with another guy?
“What are you thinking?” I said.
Conrad didn't really think I'd go through with all that, did he? He didn't actually think I would have been so extreme.
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