M: "Harold, p-please, I'm so s-sorry, I, I..." I couldn't think of a single thing to say.
Harold slowly removed my clothes while I began to shake convulsively. He placed me face down on the bed and sat on me just like that horrible day. I cried, I shook, I begged him not to hit me. He lifted his right hand slowly and I braced myself for the pain to come. Then he leaned over and placed a light kiss on my left ass cheek. "One." I was stunned and confused. Another kiss on a different part of my bottom. "Two." Joy flooded my heart, my entire being! I sobbed tears of happiness.
The count continued to seventy-five with nothing but tender kisses where once he had struck me. When he finished he climbed off me and lay by my side. I quickly grabbed his hands to kiss them, kissed his lips, unbuttoned his shirt to kiss his broad chest, unzipped his pants to kiss his sweet dick, then gave him a thorough blow job, swallowing every drop. Next I got him out of his clothes, licked him hard again, climbed on top and impaled myself on his pole. I rode him fast and furiously and climaxed several times before he spewed another load. Yippee!
Ride 'em cowgirl!
Fawn arrived January 6th the next year.
Marital Husbandry
In April that year I was feeling proud of myself. Sure, the Bill incident was little more than a year past but I felt I had my cravings under control. Harold was so wonderful and while I still reflexively glanced at a guy's crotch and wondered what it would be like to swallow his cock or let him cram it into my cunt those were just fleeting thoughts. One morning after nursing Fawn I put her in her crib and grabbed a quick glass of wine and then a shower. I always left the bathroom door open so I could hear the baby if needed.
When I stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel I felt two strong hands clutch my tits, a stiff rod poke into my naked back, and lips nuzzling my neck and shoulders. Wham! I caught fire in an instant, my nipples hard and erect, my pussy eager and wet, my mind blank of everything but raw desire. The man leaned me over the sink with my butt back, legs spread and shoved his rod deep into me. He kept saying "Oh, baby!" as he stroked in and out.
I moaned "Oh God!" when I climaxed and a few minutes later the man shot his load into me. He turned me around for a kiss, toweled us both off while I just stood there in shock, kissed me again quickly and told me I was terrific. He walked into the bedroom, dressed quickly and disappeared.
My pussy was throbbing hard and I felt dazed and bewildered, but eventually I put on my robe and started to think -- how did he get in? I found a key on the table, probably the one we keep in a combination-locked box near the front door. I locked the front and began to check the other doors. I thought perhaps I should dress first but the locks seemed more important.
As I moved toward the door to the garage my husband opened it. I ran to him crying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I let it happen again, a man was here..." Harold stopped my lips with his, scooped me up and carried me to our bedroom. He laid me down, opened my robe, spread my legs and did the most unexpected thing--he put his head between my legs and started kissing and sucking my cunt lips, slurping up the man's come. Harold had never eaten me out before! I went wild and exploded when he sucked on my clit. He wasn't through, however. He got up to strip naked, then climbed back on me for a thorough fucking, placing my long legs over his broad shoulders and pounding me like never before.
Oh my God oh my God oh wow!
When Harold finished he cuddled up next to me. I asked him what happened? He said he set the whole thing up, telling the guy that he knew a 'desperate housewife' eager for some excitement. He told him about the key and left the box unlocked. He also installed hidden cameras so he could watch it all from a couple of blocks away. I asked if he was angry I cheated again. He smiled and said no, but he was glad I confessed. I asked what if I hadn't? He said it wouldn't have mattered, I could do nothing wrong. I smiled and felt warm, loved and simply wonderful!
Dressed For Success
The following day Harold said I needed new clothes. He took me shopping at several trendy, upscale boutiques. He selected several pairs of stylish heels, three or four inches high. There were garters and nylons and sheer panties. There were skirts that barely covered my ass; I'd have to be careful about bending over at the grocery store! There were low-cut dresses and tight blouses that really showed the twins to advantage. There were butt-hugging slacks and Daisy Dukes. I got a manicure and some tips on makeup, mostly highlighting my eyes along with some more luscious shades of lipstick. It was like he wanted to give that
Fuck Me
sign a makeover to really catch attention. I felt horny as hell and needed a drink or three.
One morning Harold said my car was due for an oil change; would I like to take care of that? I blushed and my pussy throbbed. He suggested the six-inch heels, a sheer bra that unhooked in the front, and a yellow, summery dress with a plunging neckline. The dress barely covered my butt. I wore a pair of invisible nylon socks that fit into the heels without requiring hose, so my legs were bare. I didn't bother with panties. I brushed my hair thoroughly and took twenty minutes with my makeup. Harold pinned a copper brooch to my dress, explaining it held a camera; there was also one on my clutch purse. Then he stretched up to kiss me and said "Have fun!"
Harold had called ahead to make an appointment for me, confirming that the little manager was on duty. I parked my car straddling three parking spaces, with the driver's side parallel to the plate-glass window in front of Victor's station. I stepped out and stood up to show my full height and long legs, then turned, bent down and reached over to my clutch, which I'd left on the passenger seat. This put my ass and pussy on full display. I touched up my lipstick and preened for a minute in the visor mirror before straightening back up and heading for the office.
Victor greeted me with a wide smile and "Well hello, pretty lady, long time no see!"
"Yes, I need service." I did not elaborate.
"What kind?"
I puckered my lips, touching a finger to one corner, "Oh, what did Harold say? Was it the tires? No, tune up? Oil change? I didn't pay much attention, I figured you would know exactly what I wanted."
Victor was breathing heavily and a bead of moisture formed on his lip. "Give me a second, let's see, looks like it's time for an oil change!"
"Perfect. How long will that take?"
"We can have you in and out in twenty minutes."
"No rush. Harold's at work, the kids are in school and I'm really not busy this morning." I batted my eyes. Victor quickly filled out the work order on his computer and asked for my keys. I pressed the fob into his hand and stroked his wrist.
He gulped, hung the fob on the assignment board and said "Perhaps you'd like to wait back here?" stepping toward the storeroom door.
"Yes, I'm sure I would." I entered ahead of him as before.
I placed my clutch on a chair, positioned to catch the action, then unzipped and stepped out of my dress. Victor was quickly removing his clothes. I reached around him to hang the dress on a hook on the door, making sure the brooch wasn't obstructed. Then I bent down to kiss him. He unhooked my bra, lifted and squeezed my boobs, which were rather larger than his hands. I straightened up and pulled his face into them; he eagerly licked, kissed and sucked them. Meanwhile I reached down with one hand to stroke his cock. It was hard and fully erect. I ground my cunt into him, but his cock barely reached it. He stretched up and I bent my knees slightly, rubbing his dick head along my crack but unable to push it in. Of course I could've kicked off the heels but I knew he liked me towering over him.
Victor broke our embrace, walked over to a pile of tires and carried one back. It was actually mounted on a rim and fully inflated. He dropped it in front of me and stood on it, adding a few inches to his cock's elevation. Now he grabbed my ass and pushed into me, penetrating three or four inches. That felt better! Then he started bouncing on the tire, driving an inch or two deeper on the upswing. This was fun! Gripping each other's ass we tried to drive him all the way in. Finally he succeeded by bouncing completely off the tire, but I couldn't hold his weight and he fell back on the tire with me on top of him. I burst into giggles and he joined in laughing.
I climbed off to let him up. He pulled a large cushion off the back of a sofa and placed it on the tire. (The sofa was piled with junk or we might've used it.) He spread me out on the cushion, which left my legs dangling free. Then he climbed on top and resumed fucking, the tire adding bounciness to his ardor. My lips found his, my hands caressed his ears, neck and back while his massaged my tits and nipples. I pulled my legs in; that let him push deeper and also mashed my clit against his driving piston. I quickly reached orgasm; he kept bouncing on me and I climaxed again shortly before he erupted.
As we lay there in the afterglow I ran my fingers through his hair, scattered light kisses and caresses over him, and wondered if the cameras had been positioned well to catch the action. Owning a car, there's nothing better than having a great place to get service!
I headed home, planning to change to a less provocative outfit before picking Fawn up from my mom. The other kids kids were in school or daycare and Harold was at work. It would be hours before I could be alone with him! But when I pulled into the garage his truck whipped into the driveway. He leaped out and sprinted to me, crushing me in a bear hug and a deep kiss. He broke long enough to say "Lunch break!", scooped me up and carried me straight to the bedroom. We had a wonderful fuck.
A few nights later he showed me the video he had put together from the two camera streams. There was also audio from the dress brooch. The opening scene showed me parking the car and stepping out. My high heels and the low camera angle caught my naked, pantyless glory. Of course there was no camera to catch what Victor saw while I preened, but Harold was able to zoom in on Victor's wide-eyed expression as I approached the office. I had placed my clutch on the service counter with that camera facing me while the brooch faced Victor, so the entire 'I need service' bit was there. We enjoyed that video many times over the years of our long, happy marriage.
Well, that wraps up all I have for Mr. and Mrs. Mullins. Miranda was my first ever character creation and I had a blast writing her adventures. It was gratifying to post here and see at least a few enjoyed these stories. I have quite a bit of other material if I can just polish it up -- glad I don't do this for a living! (Yeah, I'd starve, quickly!)
