It was late.
My husband wasn't normally awake at this time, I looked over at the clock radio, and the red numbers said 10:37.
He had his eyes closed and surprisingly he had left the lights on, but I noticed he still had his socks on. My thoughts drifted as Tom, my husband, continued to be totally focused on what he was doing.
I thought of that night with his father, it had only been about a week ago, I remembered the excitement of being caught outside by Brian. I could see the lust in his eyes, and feel his hunger for me.
In my imagination, Tom's cock that was thrusting in and out of me now belonged to Brian. I thought about the thrill of being exposed, caught, and on display for Tom's father, the bulge in his pants, his desire for me as I had undone his pants, and the feeling of my father-in-law penetrating me like some little bitch in heat.
I began to push my hips forward against Tom's thrusts, biting my lip and moaning in pleasure as my imagination turned Tom's "once a week" straight missionary fuck into something much naughtier.
In the time since that night with Brian, every time I closed my eyes, I imagined the same scene, except tonight instead of masturbating myself for relief; I actually had a cock inside my body.
In my mind, it wasn't Tom pinning me to the bed under his weight as he was doing right now, it was Brian fucking me doggy style, as he had that night. I was wearing my gear again. I had not had a chance to take my mask, collar, paw gloves, and leg restraints out of the bag in the closet since that night -- but I had thought about them in almost every spare moment.
I imagined Brian's body pushing against my tail butt plug, pushing it deliciously deeper into my ass as his cock stretched my pussy. My moaning and whimpering must have excited Tom because I could feel him increasing his pace. Even though Tom was younger, his father was much better at knowing what I needed from a man.
I remembered Brian telling me that he was going to tell Rachel, Tom's mother, everything we had done, and I wondered about what it would be like to expose myself to her, to let her have her way with me. My mind was exploring the possibilities just as Tom let loose and flooded me with his semen. The hot sticky liquid filled my pussy and before I knew it, Tom had pulled out of me and rolled over without a word, leaving me sticky, leaking, and very frustrated.
Every time was like this, every-time.
I laid there, looking at the ceiling. The cum slowly leaking from my pussy, my body ready for more sex, but that wasn't going to happen. I had only Tom's snoring for company. After about 10 minutes of looking at the ceiling, I slipped out of bed, letting his cum run down my legs, some of it dripping on the floor as I made my way down the hall.
I opened the closet and felt for the bag, finding it; I knew I needed some satisfaction, some relief. My fingers closed around the collar, its thick black leather feeling rough in my hands, the metal studs making my breathing come more rapidly.
I pulled the collar from the bag and stroked the leather, feeling my nipples grow in the cool darkness of the kitchen. Slipping it around my neck, I heard the latch snap into place, the dog tag with "Lauren" written on it catching the moonlight and flashing in the darkness.
I unlocked the door, pulled it open, and stepped out into the night air. Although still warm, on my naked body the cool night air made me gasp and my already hard nipples hardened to the point where they actually hurt and begged for relief.
Without thought, my two hands lifted up and brushed my sensitive nubs and a quiet moan rolled over my lips. I could likely have made myself orgasm from just that, but I needed more. The dim moonlight cast faint shadows, my eyes quickly adjusted, and I knelt down onto all fours.
I closed the door behind me, careful not to lock it and moved off the deck onto the grass.
I froze; for a moment thinking I thought I heard something. Ten seconds became twenty, then a minute passed and the only sound was a light breeze. The throbbing between my legs pushed any fear from my mind; the thoughts of Brian filled my mind once more.
I wished that I had brought all of my gear. Part of me was worried about getting caught, but I knew I had to take a chance to satisfy the warmth building between my legs.
Crossing the still warm grass, the blades tickled my hands and knees; I paused to rub my tits again and shivered at the electricity that ran through my body. I couldn't go any further and one hand and fingers moved between my legs. My touch ignited my desires and I almost fell flat on the grass.
Rolling onto my back, I ran my fingers along the front of my body. I spread my legs as wide as I could, my fingernails made circles over every square inch of what I could reach. The tightness of the collar making me feel even naughtier.
Exposed on the grass, my legs spread wide, my fingers exploring my body as I lay under the pale light of the moon.
Soon my fingers found my pussy. Starting from the outside in, my fingers knew the way, in and around my folds, stroking and caressing, my moaning was hard to stifle. My hips squirmed and flexed as a finger penetrated my little box.
I savoured the feelings, the thrill of being naked outside, the thought of masturbating under the moon, the tightness of the leather dog collar; it was all too much given the frustration of Tom's selfishness and an orgasm consumed me. It happened so quickly and suddenly that I forgot to try to be quiet and several moans escaped my lips much louder than what I had intended. My body shook and shivered as the waves of electricity moved through me.
An outside light came on from a neighbouring house but I was still too engrossed in my feelings to care, lying on the grass I would have been visible had they known where to look but after a few moments the light flicked off. The excitement of the orgasm temporarily satisfying my growing hunger for sex, I let the diminishing sensations of my orgasm fully disappear before I reluctantly sat up.
At 24, and having been married since I was 18, satisfying my hunger for sex was becoming almost all consuming.
I moved on all fours, not realizing the grass stains left on my knees and went towards the house. Locking the door I headed back to bed, only went I crawled into bed did I remember the collar. Tom was snoring loudly when I came to bed. Part of me wanted to leave it on so that Tom would see it and maybe he would realize how much I wanted to experience different ways of exploring my sexuality, but I knew he would never understand. I undid the collar and tucked it quietly into the nightstand.
I smiled thinking that Brian would understand, and hopefully Rachel.
The next morning I awoke before Tom. Getting out of bed, I noticed my grass stained knees, I wondered sadly if he would have even noticed them. Foregoing my robe, naked in the early morning light, I smiled to myself and headed off to the shower.
The day was a typical day, my nocturnal activities having temporarily satisfied my needs. Later that night, Tom was watching the game and I was sitting reading a book when my phone vibrated.
It was Tom's father Brian, "Can you talk?"
"Yes," I texted back, looking up and checking on what Tom was doing.
"Tom stopped by tonight and said he was going out of town for a few days."
"Yes, he leaves Friday night and will be gone over the weekend," I texted back.
"Rachel and I wondered if you wanted to come and stay with us," as I read this message from Brian, my heart started to beat faster and I glanced up to see what Tom was doing yet again.
Tom was engrossed in the game, I think I could have been naked and he would not have noticed.