So, What Did You Do This Week? V2

So, what did you do this week?

His knees parted, as I stepped between them on his chair. My naked ass passed before his face as I made my way to my hands and knees on the table. The muscles on my sides, tightened by my nerves, caused the cheeks of my ass to part leaving my cute little ass hole open for his pleasure. His eyes held it with such intensity that I could feel them willing it to open further. Instead, they drew the moisture of my lust from inside me. My lips began to glisten screaming how much I wanted him to enter me.

On either side of me, strong, masculine working man's hands, rough with calluses each took a breast and began to gently milk me, rubbing and squeezing, and playing with my nipples. The weight of my tits filled their hands. Their hard-nippled arousal caused warm heavy breaths to stagger making my bare sides ache in anticipation of the next breath. Each squeeze and stroke, further hardened my nipples sending little shivers through my body. Standing in front of me a zipper descended. `

My asshole insisted on attention alerting me to a soft breath, just tickling those ever-so-tiny hairs on the skin between my cheeks. 3, 4, 5 the count of his breaths mesmerized me he was so close. How big is that? The cock being stroked in front of me was respectfully large and aimed directly at my mouth. One deep inhale and, I'd be sucking it. Moving ever so slightly forward and I could touch it with my tongue, but the breeze on my ass hole felt so good, pulling away would make me scream. My tits were now each possessed by a single hand. The rhythm below the table betrayed the stroking of their cocks. I would hate to be the one to have to clean up this upcoming mess.

Reaching forward and wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base of that wonderful cock elicited a deep moan as the "tight pussy" feeling brought him close to coming. Somewhere in his mind, he was deep inside a nice tight young pussy. When he came, I wanted to feel his cum pumping through my fingers, and I suspected it was going to happen very soon. I wasn't wrong. Rope after rope of thick white cum pulsated through my fingers and onto the table in front of me. Right before my eyes, the streams emerged from inside him. Falling just below my face onto the table. I jumped a little as I felt the tip of a tongue tickle my asshole causing me to catch a small burst of his cum on my lips. Having licked his cum inside me I started to come. I convulsed right there in front of them, bucking like a bronco leaving a couple of little squirts on the table behind me.

My husband travels on business and I sleep alone 3 to 4 nights most weeks. The bed gets so lonely when he isn't there.

Today took forever and it was now "me time." A drink, or two, or maybe 3 at my bar was just the ticket. Finally, my body relaxed. As you might expect though putting enough liquid in, the liquid must come out, and I had been denying this inevitability for too long and really had to go. There was the usual long line at the ladies' room and nothing at the damn men's room. Well just tipsy enough I'm not having it. I'm a woman on a pissin' mission and I blast through the men's room door.

Chuck, cock in hand, was at the urinal doing his business with Billy right behind him waiting his turn. A thunderous fart from the stall made it clear that it was not an option. Oddly enough aside from a quick glance, my presence found no other reaction. Well, fuck that, I stripped my panties off, and in the most slightly drunken unladylike way possible proceeded to climb up on the counter. My dress pulled up, and my knees spread wide, in a deep squat, I took aim at the sink. Apparently squatting atop a counter with your legs spread and exposing your naked ass and pussy is some type of implied consent, because Billy stepped over, put a hand on my knee, and plunged a finger deep into my pussy. Oh my, that felt good.

There were a few choices here. I could ask him to remove his finger (the most ladylike option), or let him make me cum, and then pee which if I could hold it had a lot of appeal, orrrrr I had heard that you can get a really intense orgasm if just as you start to cum you force yourself to pee, and the worse you have to pee the better. This is not squirting, it is honest to God pissing. Billy's finger hit my G spot like he had radar, and I chose option C. I pushed down, and it was like my brain exploded.

My vocabulary was now reduced to yelling, "Holy Fuck," over and over again at the top of my lungs. This was not the first time I'd tried this. Once was on the toilet, and the other squatting in the woods. Apparently though convulsing in a massive orgasm can compromise one's aim. Pee was splashing out of the sink. Pee was splashing on the counter. Pee was ricocheting off the faucet, and as my bare ass hit the mirror behind me pee went straight out in front of me. It was basically like the three of us trapped in a small room with a water wiggle.

This caused Billy and Chuck to join the "Holy Fuck," chorus.

Billy has some true skills and perseverance for that matter. He brought on the orgasm as effectively as I brought the pee. Covered, he refused to stop, and I couldn't stop.

As piss splashed against the stall door, whoever was in there offered the counter melody of, "What the Fuck?" My bladder emptied, and my orgasm completed, I was done, just as Tim exited the stall with one last, "What the fuck?" It was amazing.

It all started innocently enough only a few weeks after we got back from our honeymoon. We live near the beach, and everyone knows about the little secluded beach that is clothing optional. I just wondered what it was like. I wanted to feel the sun on my naked body. For the first time ever, in the warm sand, I lay nude in public. I hadn't thought about the other people who might be there. They would be looking at me. They would be checking me out. They might be thinking about having sex with me.

It had been too long and I was due for a day at the beach. Blue skies with a couple of puffy clouds, and I was in the changing room looking forward to the sand between my toes. I love these things with the open roofs. I always think about being on a plane and looking down at all the naked bodies. Next door though they had other things in mind. It was clearly a couple and they were deep in the throws of vigorous sex. The sound of real sex is intoxicating. The grunts and broken breathing. So much better than those fake porn sounds. She had this chirpy squeak, intensified by her trying to be quiet. It wasn't working and was making me very jealous. This boy must have skills.

His single grunt made me realize how I had been rubbing myself, how wet my fingers were, and how my mind was floating back and forth between them and me. Caught at that changing room midpoint, I had taken all my clothes off but had not begun putting my suit on. That's okay. I'm going to stay here for a bit. Leaning back against the wall I can feel them fuck while I continue to play with myself and enjoy the music.

Suddenly, the door opens, and this woman steps into the room. The locks on these things suck. In all fairness, she probably knocked, but between hearing what my neighbors were doing, and imagining him doing it to me, I wouldn't have heard it.

There I was full frontal with my fingers at my clit. Surprised and embarrassed, she turned to leave. Stopping for a moment though she paused to take me all in with a ravenous look that bordered on the scary. Looking at everything I had to offer she finally came to my eyes, and in her's I found intense lust. She turned to go, but I reached out and grabbed her arm to pull her into me. Her bags fell to the floor, and wrapping her arms around me I started feeling all over her clothed body, sneaking my hands into her shirt and shorts. Her hands were doing their own exploration exhilarated by her unfettered access to my skin.

Suddenly her lips met mine in the deepest most passionate kiss. One of those kisses that are so dirty it can almost make you cum in and of itself. I'm pretty sure I am returning the message that I enjoy it, but she steps back for a second to see what my face says. With my hands suddenly free I rip her shirt up and off exposing a pair of wonderful tits. Grabbing them hard enough that it makes her squeal I pulled them up to my face. This is the green light for her, as she is now all over my tits and my ass, and oh my God my pussy.

Her one hand is making lightning bolts emanate from my pussy, eliciting my own version of the chirpy squeak. Still pressed back against the wall, the neighbors are fucking me from behind as she is ravaging me from the front. Her hand on one tit, and her mouth on the other, she plunges her entire other hand hand into my pussy. I have had a number of cocks in there, but this had to be what it feels like to be taken by one of those enormous black cocks from the porn sites. I am being fucked by her arm like a bull, made all the easier by the slippery juices that soaked my pussy. With a wiggle of her fingers, my body erupts. My bare ass bangs against the wall, as I convulse on her arm. With legs of rubber, if not for being pinned against the wall, I would be on the floor in a puddle of my own juices.

When I was little, I would touch myself. I didn't understand it but it felt good. It also felt wrong though. Those parts were private. They were for the toilet, and nobody talked about them. So, I didn't talk about them either. But, it felt so good, that I kept doing it. A couple of times my mother almost caught me. If she had I would have been saying Hail Marys until I couldn't talk.

As I got older, I started thinking about some of the boys in school, and what it might be like if they were touching me. Something about the boys and their accidental touches, made me want more, but more of what I didn't know. They stared at my breasts. They tried to get close to me. I learned to be ever so quiet so I wasn't discovered.

Once in college, I had learned the mechanics of sex and thought about various boyfriends and what I might do with them. They would touch me, and I would touch them. I learned what a hard-on felt like. I got fingered and was made to come beyond my own control. I never told anyone. My roommate never knew I was doing this, but I kind of wondered sometimes what she was doing, because her breathing got so very erratic sometimes.

On the nights when I am all by myself in bed, this is how I get to sleep. I write these stories in my head. I imagine them enacted on the inside of my eyelids and upon my body. I tell myself these stories and as I do I do to my body the things I am imagining. I come and then I fall peacefully asleep.

Laying there naked, Carter and I always sleep naked, my fingers rubbing my clit, and my breasts, telling myself my little stories, and fucking myself to sleep. It still feels so wrong, so dirty, so unfair like this is his sex to enjoy and I'm selfishly taking it for myself. Though I don't have to be quiet anymore.

The stories have gotten totally out of hand. It all started so innocently that day lying naked on that beach. After that, I told myself I would never do that again. Every night it was like a mantra. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sex. But, the more I tried not to think about it, the more I thought about it.

When Carter was home, I was so afraid he would see into my soul, and see how perverted I was. He would think I was disgusting. I think I'm disgusting.

Inadvertantly I now have quite a library at my disposal. Though most nights are still originals, if need be I can pull a favorite off the shelf. I don't remember when I gave up, but at some point, I realized it was hopeless. Carter has no idea, and he never will.

We have a very nice sex life. Sleeping naked, it begins with his hands gently caressing my body either rubbing my pussy or maybe a little oral sex. Usually, I've come twice before he gets inside me. He knows me and waits just after the head of his cock has penetrated me as that sensation always makes me come. Then gentle strokes inside continue until I cum again. Only then sliding in and out he allowed himself to come inside me. Missionary, from behind, sometimes I'm on top. I could do this over and over again for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.

I have no idea where Carter learned to have sex. He is so focused on me when we make love. He is so attentive. I don't know if he has ever had a truly kinky thought in his life, and he certainly isn't getting any of mine. I'm sure he would never be able to stay with me if he knew. I have never told him about my stories. I must admit that some nights when he is in the mood, and I'm not really there yet, I will pull one of my stories from the shelf, and that does help me get my motor running.

We go to church some Sundays. We probably both watch porn but never talk about it. Carter's fantasy life seems to end at the occasional skinny dip in the lake followed by a backseat fuck. He always insists that I am everything he could ever want.

We are average. I'm 5' 6" and he's 5' 9". Both are thin enough to not be fat, but fat enough to not be thin. Have gym memberships that we never use. The white-collar children of blue-collar parentage, which means when something breaks we will try and fix it before we call anyone. He has a good collection of tools, and I can cook. He can cook too, and I do know my way around a screwdriver, real and alcoholic.

We live in an average-sized house in an average neighborhood, where the houses are close enough together that you can hear the neighbors fight but not close enough that you can hear them fuck. Well except for John and Manda, but they are a special case, and then really only in the Spring and Fall when the windows are open. Of course, there was that one time when John "accidentally" fucked Manda in the ass on their picnic table on their back porch. Everybody heard that. We have a boat. One of the nicer ones in our little redneck yacht club boat raft. I have a nice Toyota Carolla, and Carter has a normal-sized F150, just big enough to pull the boat to the lake.

I have tits. Big enough that you would have fun playing with them. I would enjoy that too. But, small enough that you won't be telling stories about them. A nicely rounded ass. When I pull my leggings off it doesn't spill out like a broken dinner roll tube, but when I have them on Carter can't keep his hands off them. My ass gets an adequate amount of attention on the boat. I have a full bush, but I keep it trimmed enough that I can pull on a normal bathing suit without it looking like an afro with a hat. Well in the summer anyway. Most of the time.

Carter is a grower, not a shower, so walking around a nude beach he isn't going to make women swoon or men jealous. But when he's hard I can get two hands on it. Of course, I do have fairly small hands. We've never put a ruler to it, but I suspect if there is a national average that is how long it is. I don't choke on it, which is another plus.

We do not have children but are at the point where we kinda, sorta want them, so now we free fuck without any protection, and whatever happens happens. However, we are a little disappointed when my period shows up, and not just because of the sexual intermission. We do have a dog.

We met at the manufacturing company where we both work. I work in admin, and he works in sales and support, hence the traveling. During my first week, we met when I accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom, and there he was doing his business at the urinal. I must have startled him as he turned to face me, finishing his pee all over the floor. I tried to make small talk to diffuse the situation a bit, but he was so confused he couldn't decide if he should put his dick away or leave it out and couldn't stop peeing. I offered an apology date which he graciously accepted, probably just to get me to leave, and we have been together ever since. I did offer to help him clean it up but he begged me to please let him do it himself.

One night as we slid into bed, Carter asked me, "Do you have trouble going to sleep when I'm not here?"

Being my completely honest self I said, "Sometimes," and then strategically redirected. "What about you?"

"Sometimes," he says.

Knowing I needed to maintain control of this conversation, I took a chance and asked, "What do you do?" Nervously waiting for his answer and terrified he was going to ask the same question back to me, my skin started to tingle.

"I think of you," he responds.

Incredibly sweet or a total load of crap I didn't care. I had an exit. I pressed my breasts against his body and started rubbing his already erect cock. The talking ended and the gentle lovemaking began. I was safe. Thank God.

I was trained on guilt. Lying was a sin. Not the occasional "Yes I came. It was great," lie, but those big "I'm not who you think I am. I've been doing this thing behind your back," kind of lies. I keep my stories to the times when he's away. That way I don't have to face him. If he knew he would never look at me the same way gain. Everywhere we went, everything we did, he would just be imagining these horrible thoughts he would be sure I was having.

We could never go to church again. How could he sit next to me, sure that I'm imagining kneeling to pray, everyone's eyes closed and I've got my dress pulled up and I'm playing with my panty-free clit. The man next to me pulling me up onto the pew, pounding away at me and coming inside me to the words of the our father? That was a really good story. How could he let this pervert be the mother of his children? Our whole world would change.

The next night after we'd climbed into bed. Carter rolls over toward me and says, "You know what we were talking about last night, about getting to sleep?"

Oh Crap, Oh Crap, Oh Carp. It's back again. "Kind of," I squeak out.

"I wasn't totally honest about my answer and I kind of feel bad about it. I do think of you, but sometimes I think about us doing things we wouldn't normally do."

Escape plan, I need an escape plan. I have to stop this before it gets to me.

I slide down his body and as I do say, "Oh that's okay." Then I take his cock into my mouth.

This is not unheard of but it is somewhat unusual. It works. The conversation stops. I suck him for a while then slide up his body, take his cock inside me, and bring his hands to my breasts. Fairly quickly he comes. Success. My plan is brilliant. He now thinks that this is what I think he meant by not normal, and there is no reason to pursue the conversation. I can sleep peacefully, life can continue as normal. I can have his babies and be the perfect mother.

In the morning I feel so fucking guilty. He told me the truth like he always does. He volunteered it. He was so open and honest. He would have given me details if I had asked, and here I am this unfaithful slut who imagines herself tied naked to telephone poles, with each passerby taking the opportunity to spank my ass or finger fuck my butt hole. I quiver every time I remember that story. I am hiding this major part of who I am from him. Not only am I bad for the thoughts I have in my stories, but I'm hiding them. This must be what it feels like to cheat. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

It is Sunday night and Carter is in the air early in the morning, so early that he usually doesn't wake me. Most of these nights we will make love before going to sleep. I feel horrible. I could throw up at any minute. He starts to caress me. His hands slip softly across my breasts. They slide slowly down over my belly and his fingertips tease at the top of my pussy. My skin is on fire, and I just want to scream. He wants to make love. Glancing down his body I can see his erect penis waiting for me to find it.

Oh, shit. I start to cry. If he says, "What's the matter?" I am screwed. He brings his lips to my ear, and I can feel his breath. It is either lie big time or spill it. I am totally losing control of this situation.

Carter offers the sweetest, "Are you okay?" and the floodgates open.

Wailing with tears pouring from my eyes, I am unable to breathe, unable to talk for I don't know how long. I am trying to smother myself in his chest. I finally regain some sense of composure, but Carter has the most scared look on his face I have ever seen.

Uncontrolled thoughts explode out of my mouth, "I'm sorry, I am so so sorry. I've been doing something that I haven't told you about. When you are gone, I desperately want to be touched. I long for the feeling of a cock inside of me, stroking and pounding away at me, making me come over and over again. I feel so bad. You are going to hate me. I'm so afraid I'm going to lose you, and I love you so much and I love being with you so much. I need something to relieve the tension. I need to come so that I can relax enough to sleep. I want to be with you forever. I want us to raise a family together, and to grow old together. You are the most special person in the world to me and I would rather die than do anything to hurt you."

More crying. More wailing. Back into can't talk, can't breathe mode. Regaining just enough control, knowing that as soon as the next words escape my mouth I will be wailing again. I look him straight in the eyes and say, " When you are gone and I can't fall asleep I tell myself little stories to relax." He may have been expecting a different kind of revelation.

As predicted, the tears explode again, and there is a long, long pause.

Cautiously, afraid of the next explosion, he asks, "What kind of stories?"

"Oh, they are disgusting, I'm so ashamed," I bury my head in the pillow with more crying.

"What kind of stories?" he asks again.

And, off I go again, "Of me doing things I would never do. I'm probably going to hell. I know you're going to leave me. I just told myself it was okay, but I did it more and more. Only when you were away though. I absolutely committed that it would only be when you were away. I never did it when you were home. Well maybe once or twice but then I stopped and didn't do it again. Well, not for a while."

"What kind of stories?" he insisted. He might not have actually insisted, as much as asked gently, but it seemed like he insisted.

Fighting back the tears, I started telling him the naked on the table with the 4 guys story. I didn't finish. Halfway through he climbed on top of me, and with the biggest hardest hard-on I've ever felt he went balls deep on me and began pounding on me like an animal. I came almost immediately, and couldn't stop, and he wouldn't stop. I was in a constant state of orgasm. My legs were spasming out of control. I couldn't catch my breath and was starting to pass out when he exploded inside me with the loudest sound I have ever heard him make. Take that John and Manda. He pulled out of me and my body continued to twitch and twitch for a little while. Not a word was spoken, and in the morning he was gone.

That evening my phone rang. It was him. We talk most nights when he is away. The conversation was totally normal. No mention of Sunday night or my revelation. This went on all week. I hardly slept a moment. Any wandering naughty thoughts were shut down, and I was so worried about what Carter was thinking. He was back on the ground Thursday. Usually, I pick him up at the airport instead of him hiring a car, and we go out to dinner. Which is exactly what we did. Not a word about Sunday.

As we got into bed, I lay on my back kind of looking away from him. I was ashamed. He was lying on his side looking at me. Nobody was touching anything. Then almost in a whisper, he asked me, "So, what did you do this week?"

What did I do? Holy crap, I didn't do anything. I have been worried sick about us. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think. I kept crying. What the hell did you think I did? Wait. What? What did I do? Is he asking if I climbed naked on a table at some bar? Does he think that is what I do while he is gone? Doesn't he realize that was just a story? I don't do that! And, why does he want to hear if I did? What kind of pervert is he? Wait what kind of pervert am I? Oh Shit, that is what I imagine myself doing. I've been doing it for so long that I forgot that I don't really do it. I don't want to really do it. Do I? No, I just like the thought of doing it. Fuck. Does he like the thought of me doing it? He sure liked something Sunday night. But I didn't think of anything this week. Wait, he doesn't know that, and I don't think he cares. Any story from the library will do. But that would be lying. This is not a moral conundrum. Just tell him a fucking story.

And, that is what I did. I started softly, "Well I did go out for a drink on Tuesday, and when I had to pee there was a huge line at the ladies' room, just like always, and I had already waited too long."

I didn't get to finish that story either. With Billy's first "Holy Fuck" Carter was balls deep in me from behind, and I was afraid he was going to launch me across the room. He pushed me down and pressed me into the mattress, grunting loudly with each thrust, blasting his cum deep inside me. This time I actually did pass out. That was new. I didn't like it, but it sure was different. I came too covered in sweat, cum dripping out of my pussy.

Carter asked, "Are you okay?"

I said, "Fantastic," and he immediately fell asleep.

I closed my eyes, but my head was racing. What if somebody heard? What if the neighbors heard? Even John and Manda would have been impressed by that. What must we have looked like? Oh my God, we're going camping in a few weeks. What if Carter takes me like that in our tent? Everyone around us would hear me getting fucked. They would see the silhouettes of him pounding away at me. Stop. Stop. Stop. And I fell asleep.

Friday night as I sat on the couch while we watched TV, Carter came over and kneeling on the floor took my feet in his hands. My entire body began to soften as his gentle foot massage stripped every bit of tension from my body. Readjusting I expected him to slide off my socks but he reached up and slid off my leggings and panties, moving up my body and taking my pussy into his mouth. A different tension returned along with a shuttering orgasm, followed almost immediately by an orally induced encore. Arms enwrapped me and he carried me to the bedroom and lay me on the bed. His pants removed, his cock entered me and waited as my penetration-induced orgasm flowed through me. Then after some long deliberate strokes, I came again followed almost immediately by Carter's filling me.

Saturday night leaving the bathroom I was met with Carter laying on his back stoking himself making it abundantly clear that he was enjoying the view. Leaning forward and letting my breasts hang over him. I turned around and let him enjoy my ass a bit. Climbing on top of him and placing his cock at the opening taking my first orgasm I lowered myself and he entered me. Some continued up and down action covering his entire length and his hands on my breasts brought me to my second. A little wiggle of my hips had him pumping inside me.

Sunday had him rubbing my pussy and gently kissing my neck. Bringing me to my first orgasm. As I rolled over to turn off the TV he got himself behind me and slid himself in just enough to have me drop the remote, and lose myself in the pleasure. The rhythmic rocking led to another release for both of us and in the morning he was gone.

We never talked about any of it. Not once. No planning, discussing, or checking in. We never said what we liked or wanted, but that became our new thing. I would pick him up from the airport, go out to dinner, conversation as usual. However this week I did notice that after putting his bags in the back, and as he began to take over the driving, he had an enormous hard-on. If he had that coming off the plane, then somewhere in town is a very horny stewardess. Home at last we slipped into bed as he said, "So, what did you do this week?"

I was never so glad to hear that question in my life. I wanted to be taken. I wanted that scary intense sex for real, and not just in a story. The beach story would be perfect. He had a plan. Tonight he started on top of me and went all in right away, but he was going to pace himself, through the whole story. I had no such plan and was interrupted by little orgasms every few minutes. He hung on a lot longer than I thought he would. He would slow down or stop going, "Wait, Wait. Don't move."

I think the other woman aspect was just fascinating for him. The kissing, and her playing with my tits, and my taking her clothes off, but as soon as her hand went up inside me, that was too much and he started pounding away and came within seconds. That was his pussy, and he took every inch of it.

I didn't pass out anymore, but certainly had an uncomfortable morning after. I was a little sore, but as I lay in bed that morning, I began to think of which stories I should share next. I'd have new stories each week, and the thought of choosing which one to share, just made me even hotter. So far he has yet to hear the end of one. We also seem to have started going to bed a little earlier those nights for some reason. Hell, he never came off the plane anymore that he wasn't pitching a tent in his dockers.

Friday night had me getting ready to go pick him up, as well as regularly wiping down the wetness in my panties. Remembering his immense hard-on of last week, I wanted to wear something special. So, as I changed my panties for the third time, into my last pair of clean dry ones, I pulled on my low-cut skinny jeans, and before slipping into my T-shirt, I undid my bra. I can't remember if I have ever been out in public without a bra, and looking in the mirror "obvious" was an understatement. The fact that being hornier than hell made my nipples huge under the cotton, making it even worse or is that better.

A dozen times I reconsidered, and I even took a bra with me, but the look on Carter's face when he first saw me made me melt, and I may never wear a bra again. He didn't say a word about it, but sitting across from me at dinner he couldn't take his eyes off them, nor could the hostess, the bartender, the waiter, and every guy at every table we passed. Still not a word was said about it.

And once again, as we snuggled up in bed came the words I had been waiting for, "So, what did you do this week?"

"You know how I've been telling you how I'd like to get back in better shape? Well, with the cooler evenings, I decided to go out for a run on the beach. It was hard. I really wanted to stop. I needed something to make me keep running. So, just after I passed the hotel, I took off all my clothes. I didn't want to carry them, and I knew if I had them with me I could stop at any time and just get dressed again, so I hid them in the grass, knowing I would have to keep running until I made my way back to them. With the first steps I felt my tits start to bounce, and the cool breeze on my pussy."

Carter reached over and started to tickle me. He wouldn't stop. He kept grabbing at me, chasing me around the bed. The cat and mouse continued with his cock bouncing up and down, and my tits flopping all over the place. Then he caught me, lifted me into the air, and threw my naked body face down onto the bed. Pinning my hands above my head he buried the entire length of his cock deep into my pussy in one stroke and continued to pound into me. My initial gasp was followed by the most primal grunts I have ever heard accompanying each pounding thrust until he was done with me. The only thing that could have made it better was if I was face down in the sand.

The weeks now seemed like they took forever, and after an entire week of rubbing myself raw, I wanted more. Tonight it was a light sun dress. Carter loves me in a sundress. Of course, every man loves sundresses. But not every woman wears them with no bra and no panties. Frankly neither do I, but I wanted another Friday like last Friday. So, tonight it was nothing but the sundress. I was so fucking horny, and hot.

As I sat in the cell phone lot, joined by a woman in the car next to me who was reading a book, the bareness of my ass was driving me crazy. What the hell? I wasn't worried that anything was going to make me less horny. Rubbing and rubbing in the light of the setting sun I was so there. The fucking I was going to get tonight just driving me crazy. What was he going to do to me tonight? Oh, God, I was aching for him to take me again hard.

Lost in wave after wave of orgasm, and forgetting that I was not alone in my bed, screams of pleasure echoed through the car and apparently out into the lot. This became obvious as looking to my left I saw the woman, having dropped her book staring straight at me. Her mouth was agape as my body went through the last twitches and jerks of my last orgasm. My cell phone buzzed, and off to the loop leaving her to do whatever she decided to do.

The absence of the bra was as obvious to Carter and everyone else as it was last week. As was his unrelenting hard-on. But the absence of panties is more subtle. The soft cotton sundress lay gently in the cleavage of my nice round ass but in this day of thong underwear that was certainly inconclusive. It is only the far more subtle effect of that same cotton as it lays softly over a nice hairy pussy. You can almost sense the hairs, but as your pussy pushes the cotton away from your body, and then bounces in and away as you move, you know you are only a thin layer of cotton away from completely unfettered access.

Whether Carter or the others realized this I don't know, but my "suck me" nipples and everything else was screaming for attention and getting it. I squirmed in my chair. I squirmed in my seat in the car. I could not wait to get to bed. And, then finally we were there, and along came those wonderful words "So, what did you do this week?"

"You know, I did ask you to let me know if you were going to be late. At least a quick text before you take off. I mean I don't mind waiting in the lot too much, as long as I bring a book. But I don't know what it is that they can't at least put a Portlet out there, so we have a place to go to the bathroom. I had to pee so badly tonight. I Finally just got out of the car.

There was a guy in the car next to me, but there was nowhere else I could go, and I couldn't hold it any longer. So, seeing he was watching, and knowing he was going to see it all anyway I hiked up my dress and wiggled my ass for him a bit. Then squatted down to pee while he continued to stare at my bare ass. You do realize I had no panties on tonight. I was so busy thinking about him watching me that I never heard the car door. As the last drops of pee left my body, and I stood up, I felt this rather large cock enter me from behind. I was pinned against the car with him inside me, and before I realized it, both he and I were coming.

Then my cell phone buzzed, and it was you. Without thinking about it, I got back in the car and came around the loop, realizing my pussy was filled with his cum. Later, as we sat at the restaurant, both eating the ravioli special and listening to you tell me how flat Indiana is, I was sitting in a puddle of my juices and his cum. I had no idea what you were saying as it kept leaking out of my pussy, and dribbling down between my legs."

With that Carter grabbed me, and rolled on his back with his swollen cock sticking straight in the air. He lifted me above him and impaled me onto his cock forcing an ecstatic scream out of me, and then began lifting me up and down in a driving fuck fest until I caught up and took over the pounding leaving him to ravage my tits. At some point, I started coming and couldn't stop, and Carter exploded inside me just pumping and pumping. He came so much I could feel the pressure of it inside me, and it being forced out of me as we continued the ride.

Our breathing returned to normal and I got up to go get a towel, when Carter pulled me back, "Don't you dare." He pulled me back down into his arms and held me. The sticky mess I awoke to in the morning was a small price to pay for the incredible feeling of being possessed all through the night.

One week ran into the next. The sex was incredible. My masturbatory habits and my stories were now a fundamental and highly accepted part of our relationship, and rather than going to hell, I'm pretty sure I have wound up in heaven. What would my mother say if she knew? Then again maybe she does. How would I know?

A few weeks ago, adorned in one of my growing collection of sundresses, Carter got in the car and asked, "Would you be interested in a different restaurant?"

"Sure," I said.

"It is on the other side of town, so we may get home a little later."

I giggled and said, "I think I can wait." I also secretly checked how wet my pussy was and was a little concerned it might soak through my dress.

This side of town was a little sketchy and this little Chinese restaurant was right next to a strip joint. We had to park a little towards the back, between the two. He coped a little feel or two during dinner, which surprised me because he never does that, but otherwise, it was conversation as usual. When we left I was sure we were headed for the strip joint. I'd never been in one, but my mind was racing with things I had heard about amateur nights and lap dances. But, he came around to my side, and I was like, Oh how sweet he is going to open my door for me. Well maybe not right away.

He pinned me against the side of the car and pulled my dress up so high that my ass shivered as it was pressed against the cool steel. So high that my pussy and naked titties were out there for the whole world to see. And see they did. Or, at least sort of, because Carter pulled out his monster hard on, and pinned me against the car as he buried himself balls deep fucking me. My insides just exploded and I started cumming immediately. I had never started cumming so fast in my life.

A few people were walking by and most stopped to watch. At least the ones from the strip club. Looking past Carter, I caught the eyes of one guy watching me. He was filled with jealous lust, and it made me have another burst of orgasm. Reflected in his eyes I saw myself. The truly sexual woman I had always wanted to be had finally arrived. I knew right then and there that it was okay to be seen as passionate and sexual. Thoughts flashed through my head as I came over and over. People holding me down, guys jacking off as they watched, dancing on a stripper poll to Carter's boisterous cheers.

I think Carter was nervous because it took him a while before he seemed to be all in. He kept glancing around and twisting. Finally, he realized I was cumming like crazy, and he had a fuck it moment and went all in putting his worries behind him, and behind him they were. We had gathered quite an audience. One guy took out his phone and I wagged my finger at him. He politely put it away and guided others to do the same. Hey, I could control my world. I could allow myself to be sexual and still be safe. I just kept cumming and then Carter came. He came big time, nothing quiet about it.

Our audience began to gently applaud, which startled him back to reality and he pulled out of me and turned toward them. I don't think he realized his dripping dick was still hanging out. He opened the door for me. But, before I got in I turned my ass toward them, and I took a bow. My dress had fallen back down over me, but I lifted it up and parted my legs. I heard the audience go, "Oooh." As my ass came out. I let my fans watch as Carter's cum streamed out of my pussy, down my legs, and onto the parking lot to a resounding, "Ahhh." Just like fireworks. I got in the car, as did Carter, and we drove home.

And, what happened when we got into bed that night? Carter slid up next to me and asked, "So, what did you do this week?"

Life is good.

Author's Note:

This is a revised version of the first story I published, which didn't get the response I had hoped. Thanks to Max and John for all the input. I want to get good at this, and you guys have been great.

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