Mickey And Kate Ch 08

They began planning their return to Jamaica immediately. The memories of Derek and Liz, the attention of strangers, the wardrobe, and long days hanging out on the nude beach competed with their fantasies about what might happen next. While at home, they remained the buttoned-up couple they had always been, but they could hardly wait to get back to satisfy those urges that lay just beneath the surface. Every night they fucked their way through another memory or another potential scenario.

An unexpected move to a new congregation and an extended medical emergency with Kate's mom in September put a quick and serious damper on their activity. Mickey's new assignment was challenging and, despite his best efforts, he and Kate were fully aware that they were quickly slipping back into some old patterns. At first, they did their best to maintain the heat they found on the island. By Thanksgiving, they were just happy for a satisfying fuck every weekend. When the new year rolled around, their weekly "date" rarely satisfied either of them.

"The resort called today," Kate told Mickey as he ate another dinner that had turned cold waiting for him. "It's time for the final payment"

He nodded as he swallowed his last bite. "Let's confirm the dates with your folks. I am more than ready for some R & R." He pushed the plate away and fiddled with the water glass in front of him.

"It's been a long time." He stared at the glass for a long second before looking up at his wife.

She nodded. "I've missed it," she said quietly. "Although I think maybe I've shut down a little of that part of myself."

Silence filled the room as they both wandered through their thoughts, looking for feelings that they had abandoned over the last six months.

Mickey finally spoke. "I understand that. Every once in a while though, something pops up that brings me back there."

"Really? Like what?" Kate leaned into the table, resting on her elbows and leaning her cheek into her hands.

"Silly things." Mickey's smile was subtle as he considered the memory. "I was at the office supply store several months ago, getting something printed. The clerk was taking down my instructions and, at some point, I recognized a certain tone in my voice. She heard it, too, I'm sure. She stopped writing, looked me in the eye, and said, 'Yes, sir.' It was meaningless, I know, but the image of her on her knees looking up at me flashed through my head."

"Was she cute? Kate smiled.

"She was... average. A little older than us. I hadn't really even paid any attention to her... you know, that way."

"Should I go find a pad and paper?" Kate offered. "Maybe you could get a deal on that printing."

"What about you?" Mickey asked. "Does anything take you back there?"

Kate wondered how much she dared tell him as she slowly nodded, looking at the table.

"I don't know. It's silly, really," she stalled.

"What?" Mickey urged, smiling. He was beginning to remember what he missed about this - beyond the sex.

"A month or so ago a man was in the service."

Mickey knew immediately who she was referring to. There weren't that many Black men in this part of Vermont.

"He reminded me of that guy at the club who was looking at me," Kate explained. "I never even spoke to him, but we made eye contact across the narthex and he smiled. Politely, nothing more."

"And you flashed back to that night," Mickey concluded.

"Yeah, and then it was over."

"Good thing. We can't have you having sex with parishioners," Mickey teased. "Although I'm sure we would see an increase in our attendance!"

They both fell silent, falling back into their own thoughts.

"So, a half a year later. What stands out now as the best part of all that?" Mickey asked softly.

"The last trip?"

"Yeah."

"That guy looking at me. Well, all of them looking, I guess. Does that make me vain?"

Mickey shook his head. "I don't think so. It just makes you an exhibitionist, I suppose. But I think we already knew that."

"What about you?"

"No, I'm not an exhibitionist," Mickey replied.

"No, silly. I mean what stands out to you?"

"Seeing them watch you. Watching Derek and Liz." He paused before adding, "And giving instructions."

"To them?"

"To all of you. Your clothing. Telling you to open your blouse for them. All of it."

"I liked that, too."

The ringing of the phone cut through the quiet kitchen and startled them both.

"This can't be good" Kate sighed.

"Not this late." Mickey took a deep breath and reached for the phone." Five minutes later he was back out the door.

Kate tried to stay awake, waiting for him. But she knew that a trip to the hospital this late probably meant a very long night. Their conversation had turned her on, and she considered touching herself. She decided to wait, hoping that Mickey would be home sooner than expected.

She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when the phone rang. It was on Mickey's side of the bed, so she stretched to answer it.

"Hello?"

"You have five minutes." She recognized Mickey's voice.

"Five minutes?"

"Are you naked?

"Five minutes for what?"

"Are you naked?" he repeated, His tone was forceful, almost angry.

"Um, no. I'm wearing..."

"Get naked," he interrupted her.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"That's not important. The only important thing is that you get naked. Now. You have four and a half minutes. So, once a gain, are you naked?"

She quickly dropped the phone to the bed, pulled herself up, and tugged her t-shirt over her head. She grabbed the phone as she pushed her cotton pants past her ass and kicked them away with her feet.

"There. Done," she said.

"Stand up. Face the mirror."

She stood next to Mickey's side of the bed, looking across it toward the dresser that ran along the far wall.

"It's a full moon. Can you see yourself in the mirror?"

"Yeah, kind of. Should I..."

"Listen. Just listen. The only noise I want to hear from you is the sound of your climax. And I will tell you when that will be." His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, but there was a force to it, and Kate found herself becoming aroused.

"Look at yourself. That's what they all want to see, isn't it?"

Kate nodded, thinking instantly of the man in the club. Or was it the man from the church?

"Take your right hand and cup your breast. Just one of them. Watch yourself as you do. Imagine them all watching you."

She was surprised to see that her hand trembled slightly as she touched herself. The skin of her breast felt cool and the nipple responded to the warmth of her hand.

"Now, touch your nipple, just like you did on the beach when the man was watching you."

Her heart raced as she thought of his penis lying in the sun.

"Watch yourself. Watch your nipple get stiff. You like it, don't you?" She thought she could detect a change in his breathing. She liked that, too.

"You only have about three and a half minutes, so I want you to touch yourself now. Just run your right hand down your tummy, keep your palm open, and press against your cunt."

She watched her shadowed body in the mirror. She was no longer the tall, awkward, waifish girl she was in school. Nature had been kind to her. Her breasts, which seemed to have not only swollen but grown during her only pregnancy had retained their fullness. Now in her mid-thirties, they still showed no sign of sagging. In fact, her pale pink nipples were upturned slightly, her hips had become fuller over the past dozen years, and she liked the look. As she studied herself, tugging at a nipple and pressing the heel of her hand against her mount in the semi-darkness, she reminded herself of 40s film noir, femme fatale. Perhaps she should grow her hair longer, and dye it a darker tone. Maybe Mickey would like it.

Or maybe just a wig. The impulse to become someone else for a night aroused her, and she pinched her nipple harder, causing her to gasp into the phone.

"I knew you would like it. Spread your feet wider," Mickey instructed. "Now slide your first finger down your slit."

She obeyed, letting out a soft moan.

"You're wet, aren't you? Taste it. I want to hear you licking your finger."

She made more noise than was necessary as she sucked her juices from her finger, quickly slipping it back down to her swollen clit.

"You're down to less than three minutes. I want to hear you getting yourself off. Rub yourself. Fuck it with your fingers. Do whatever you need to do to get there, but you need to do it before I hang up in two and a half minutes."

Mickey rarely used profanity, even in the bedroom. So it jolted her to hear his language, sending another rush of arousal through her. Two fingers now, spreading her lips wide and teasing her swollen nub. Up and down, reaching beyond her slit and teasing her asshole with every stroke.

"He's watching, you know. He sees what a dirty girl you can be. Show him. Spread it, and show him what he's dreaming about."

Kate squatted slightly, opening a path for her fingers to enter her cunt. She looked at herself and was both ashamed and aroused by what she saw. It was a wanton display of lust, jamming her fingers inside of herself, purely for her own pleasure. Yeah, Mickey was probably hard, and had the admirer been there, he would surely expose himself to her, just like the man at the drive-in. She thought of Jacob's hard dick sliding into Liz, pounding her into her husband's groin.

She wondered what it would be like. To feel another man. To feel both of them inside of her at the same time. To have someone watching. To see what she was seeing now. Her face contorted with pleasure, her fingers curving inside to find that spot, her breasts swaying as she bucked her hips.

"Now," Mickey grunted. "I want to hear it now. Show him, show them all. Fuck yourself for us all. Now!"

The eruption was literal. As Kate's orgasm swelled from between her legs she felt a warm splash in her palm. Her knees buckled and she thrust herself forward, landing her torso on the edge of the bed. She continued to thrust until the last wave was gone, her entire body still buzzing, overly stimulated, exhausted, and yet, still wanting something else, somehow.

"Oh, Mickey," she breathed.

He had already hung up.

She never did find out where that call had come from, but it was the first of three that winter. Kate was especially surprised during the third when Mickey's instructions included a trip into the back corner of their closet where she found a gift that he had left for her. A sleek vibrator was wrapped in a small black package. She wondered where he had purchased it. Thirty minutes later she didn't care. She immediately declared it to be the best gift he had ever given her. All she had to do to keep it was to cum three times in ten minutes over the phone while she watched herself in that mirror. She was certain she could have doubled that number, though she was afraid of the exhaustion that would have followed if she tried.

For the next few months, there was a definite performance aspect to their sex lives. Mickey loved watching Kate. And she loved being told what to do and seeing the effect that it had on them. Along with the vibrator, the instructions, and the lurid displays from Kate, the fantasy talk returned. Sometime around Easter that first vibrator died, but they continued to fuck their way through a growing list of fantasies.

In the late spring, they fucked their way through several motels as they made a road trip to a real estate conference for Kate. Mickey had vacation time, and Kate's parents wanted to spend some time with Elli, so they came to Texas, leaving Mickey and Kate free to travel. The conference didn't give them the opportunities to play the hotel game that they had in Houston, much to Mickey's disappointment. By the time they had made the two-day drive to the convention site, he had drawn up more than a few very detailed scenarios that he would have liked to have seen. Even without that, they took full advantage of the time away from home.

They were halfway back, looking for a place to spend the night when they finally found a reasonable choice. Mickey was surprised to see a sign for a drive-in movie theater not far beyond the entrance to the hotel. Kate was surprised when he passed the motel driveway and slowed soon after at the entrance of the drive-in. It was a relic of the past, lost somewhere in the 1960s, but it was still running movies every night if the tired marquee was to be believed.

"Wow," Mickey said, surveying the entrance and the rows of painted posts behind the fence. "I didn't think these even existed anymore. We used to go to one when I was a kid. It had a playground under the screen. My mom would make chicken and we would have a picnic right in front of the car."

"Hmm, that's not what I heard about these places. The rumors my girlfriends used to tell were a lot less 'family' friendly."

"Really? Any juicy details?"

Kate laughed. "Mostly just them fighting off the hands of their eager boyfriends."

"Wanna go?" Mickey asked.

"Here? Are you serious?"

"Why not?" he shrugged. We could park in the back and make out like teenagers. I bet I can get further than your girlfriends' dates did!"

"Are you crazy? Kate protested. "Why would we want to do that in the car? The bed in the hotel room would be a lot more comfortable."

Even she could hear the lack of conviction in her words. Her resistance was little more than a formality. Something in her forced her to push back against Mickey's suggestion, but only mildly. After all, they wouldn't get another chance to do anything like this until they made it back to Jamaica months from now, and her pussy was already responding to the idea of doing something "naughty" in a public place."

After checking in and freshening up at the motel, they had dinner at a small, family-run diner suggested by the girl at the hotel desk. Kate noticed as Mickey checked out the waitress, but said nothing.

"What if they have a playground?" She asked, after ordering her meal.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to do anything if kids are around."

Mickey nodded. "Well, I really don't think we're going to 'do anything'. We're just gonna neck!" He leered at her, smiling and bouncing his eyebrows.

"You're terrible," she laughed. And she couldn't wait for whatever might be waiting for them at the drive-in.

She was surprised at how guilty she felt when they pulled into the entry. Mickey paid with little fanfare, and she wondered what the teenage girl on the other side of the window must have thought of them. She said nothing as he worked his way toward the back of the lot, finding a place along the back row. He backed the car to a spot in front of a tired wooden fence and tuned the radio to the frequency displayed on a post that once held a speaker.

Mickey wasted little time, reaching for his wife and pulling her close. Her mouth was wet and warm, and he was happy to see that she was enjoying herself.

"Are you sure we're ok here?" Kate stopped her husband as she felt his hand pulling at the button of her blouse. "I mean there are a lot of people walking around."

Mickey took a minute to evaluate the scene. "They're just going for snacks. None of them are even looking toward us. It's quite a way to that building."

She knew he was right, and her body didn't want to stop what they were doing, but she couldn't resist that nagging voice in the back of her head. They reclined their seats a bit, making themselves more comfortable and a little less visible to those around them before starting again.

Mickey's hand was inside her blouse now, and she thought about her friends back in school, coming to a place just like this. She, of course, did not fight her man's advance, and she wondered how much her girlfriends resisted back in their day. She felt her head begin to spin as her arousal increased. She was almost afraid to let herself get carried away, knowing that they really couldn't finish here.

"Okay, wait," she gasped as Mickey's talents were getting the best of her. He smiled as he pulled himself away.

"Why don't we do this more often?" he wondered out loud.

"Because there's no drive-in near us, and if there were you know we couldn't go."

"True," he conceded. "Sad but true."

Kate took advantage of the break to look around again. There were more cars now. And there seemed to be fewer people walking around. She looked to her right where another car had parked about three spots away. A woman, near her age, was sitting alone in the passenger seat. She assumed that her date must have gone for snacks. Just as she began to turn away, she realized the woman was topless, stroking her breast. Before she could say anything to Mickey the woman's date suddenly sat up. His head had been in her lap.

"Mickey, look! That woman..."

Mickey followed his wife's gaze to the couple in the nearby car, wrapped in a passionate embrace. He began to take his own wife into his arms when suddenly the woman leaned toward her man, disappearing behind the dashboard and steering wheel. The lucky driver leaned back into his seat, smiling at his good fortune.

"Well!" Mickey said, reaching for his buckle. "They seem to know how to take advantage of the situation. It must be the custom in these parts, so we might as well get on with the local tradition."

His dick popped out of his pants, erect, glowing slightly in the soft light of the theater. Kate's heart pounded and she felt her pussy react.

"Here? Now?"

"Kate, you know you want to." Mickey smiled.

She smiled. "I really do." She licked her lips and took one last quick look around before leaning into Mickey's lap. She took him in one deft move; nearly reaching the base of his shaft.

Mickey followed the example of his neighbor, closing his eyes and enjoying Kate's talents. She alternated between sucking his shaft and fluttering her tongue on the tip. He felt her going deeper with each return to his cock, and somehow massaging his prick with her tongue at the same time. He was beginning to contemplate what he might do next when he looked back to his neighbor for some suggestions. He was surprised to see that the other couple had company. A man was standing next to the driver's door, watching the woman give head.

"Kate, look." He nudged her as he spoke. "There's a guy watching them."

Reluctantly, Kate let go of his dick and began to sit up. She never saw the other man. She never even turned toward the car. All she saw was a stranger standing next to Mickey's door, watching the two of them.

Her shriek startled Mickey. Only then did he see the man standing inches away from him on the other side of the closed window. She pulled her blouse closed and instinctively turned away from their voyeur. Mickey started the car, dropping it into gear and accelerating in one jerky movement. Fortunately, other than the voyeur there was no one close to them. He moved the car a few rows forward and parked, killing the lights.

"Oh. man. I'm sorry. I never saw him." His head was spinning, but he knew they were in no condition to leave the theater. He shoved his rapidly deflating dick into his pants and waited for Kate to button up so that they could leave. Her fingers were shaking.

"Are you OK?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think so." She smiled. "It was silly to scream. He just startled me."

"Me, too." Mickey nodded slowly, his thoughts beginning to form. "Let me ask you something. And please be honest."

"Okay." Her answer sounded more like a question.

"If we were in Jamaica right now, would you have screamed?"

"Maybe, if I was startled like that." She paused for a beat. "But I think I take your point."

"This is kind of what we've talked about, right? Letting someone see."

Kate turned to look through the back window. Her voyeur had now joined the other at their neighbors' car. Her pussy twitched at the sight. She nodded, never looking away from the back row of the dark lot.