Catching Firewors

"Martin, are you awake?" Janet rose up and leaned on one arm looking over at her husband.

"Mmmyeah. Still awake. Whass'up?"

"I want to tell you about something. I'm not sure if I should, but... Can I tell you about something, well, bad? I don't want secrets between us."

"Mmme neither. Go asleep." He rolled towards her and kept his eyes closed. "Mmm... How bad?"

"Uhh, well, pretty bad. -but it wasn't my fault really."

"Hmm. Okay, Janet. I'm awake. What are you talking about?"

"Fourth, uh, the fourth of July? Remember the party?"

"Mmmm barely. You mean the company party out at the fairgrounds? That party, right? We both got pretty drunk if I recall. Did something happen I should know about?"

"Uhhh yeahhhh, that party." She stared at him, watching his breathing, his eyes closed. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair. "I don't want to upset you, or, or for you to be mad."

He opened one eye. "I don't remember a lot of details. Did I do something wrong?"

"Nnnnno. Not, not you." She bit her lip and caressed his face. "Not you. Something happened...to me. -and I don't want you to get mad. I know you remember I was pretty drunk. Stupid of me to be that drunk at a company event. I think he was drunk too."

He opened his eyes. "He? Did someone hurt you?"

"Ohhh, god no. Don't be dumb. No. No one...hurt me. It's just a little flirting got a little out of hand, a little, and I wanted to tell you about it so I don't have to keep thinking about it.

"Mmm!" He grinned at her. "We're you out there flirting, Baby? You know I love watching that."

"Yeah, I do know that. -but you weren't watching this time. It was just me reacting to a man and, and making, maybe, bad choices?"

"Wow. 'kay it's...September. Has this been bothering you for all this time?"

"Yeah... I used to think it was harmless, but it's on my mind a lot. I think I just want you to know, so we don't have secrets, uh, between us. You know?"

"You said that already."

"I did, didn't I. You remember what I was wearing?"

"Oh, HELL yeah. That I do remember. That little white sundress. I nearly tore it off of you when we got home."

"Yeah you did!" She smiled at the memories of that day. "I shouldn't have worn that dress. It's far too short and so damn sheer."

"Mmmm hm. I remember my dick was so hard that whole day. You really can see right through it. If it weren't for your amazing ghostly pale tits and that waxed cootch people would know you're showing off the whole playground. Drives me wild when you wear that one."

"Yeah, drives you wild, I know."

Martin opened an eye. "I take it you drove someone else wild that day?"

"Mm yeahhhh. I kinda did."

"Someone noticed your tits didn't they?" He tried not to smile as he reviewed the day, watching her tits shift around braless under that sheer fabric. Noticing the curve of her bare ass when the sun hit her dress just right. He felt his dick getting hard as he lay next to her. "Mmmm... I don't think I can get mad at someone for falling under your spell." He smiled remembering seeing her walking off the main fairground and towards the livestock barns with Dwain, a project manager in her company. She talked about him a lot lately. He knew something had happened with Dwain. A thrill shot through him as he thought about what she might tell him next. He felt the bed slightly bouncing and decided to keep his eyes shut.

"A coworker, mmmm, he wanted to, wanted to, you know, talk shop. It was directly related to my accounts so I agreed to go someplace quiet and discuss a few things. So he, uhhh, we, we, both of us, we looked around for a place, a, a private place where we could, you know, just talk."

He could tell she was stroking her labia in the gentle buildup way she had. He wondered what she had gotten up to. He liked what he was hearing, This new reckless style was a turn on. "Makes sense. What did Dwain want to just talk about?"

She jerked her hand away from her pussy. "Who!? What? Oh. Uh, yeah, yeah it was Dwain. Don't- Don't get mad honey. I know he was as drunk as I was. And it was inno- it was, uh. He didn't cross any lines that, uh, I would uh, hmm, I wouldn't press charges over it."

He noticed she looked scared and miserable. "I'll bet. So tell me. I'm listening." He tried to relax and let his erection die down. "I'll try and keep an open mind and not get mad. Jeez....Dwain."

She cleared her throat. "Yeah, well... He... He had been watching me. I knew he was. -and, and I, I have to say, I liked the attention. I do. I mean we both do, don't we? You love convincing me to show off. You're the one who suggested that little dress I wore that day!"

He heard the uncertainty in her voice. He decided to push her buttons a little. "Mmm, so this is my fault?"

"NO! No, no, no... Not what I'm saying. I just, you seem to like it when guys notice me."

"And of course, Dwain noticed you."

"Yeah, he sure did." She laughed. "Sorry. He did. He kept complimenting me, saying how much he loved seeing me in that dress."

"Mmm, hm, seeing all of you I take it?"

"You're the one, who, who likes me to, to show off!"

"Is that what I like? You teasing other men?" He did indeed love watching her tease other men.

"I don't know what you like. I get so confused with you. I was drunk and having fun and I just-"

"Just what?"

"Ohhh, god. I shouldn't have, but I just went with it."

"Hmm. So what did he do?"

"He... he just hung around. He would not stop staring at my tits. In a weird way it..."

"Turned you on?"

"No! No. Sort of. Yeah, maybe. Look, I was tipsy. He was drinking too and I guess I liked the attention."

"So when he led you back to the barns you didn't think twice?"

"Ohhh god! I, I, uh, I didn't think ONCE. I was drunk. HE was drunk." She remembered talking with a group of office higher ups while Dwain had his hand on her back. "He started paying close attention to me, following me from conversation to conversation. Backing up my, uh, concepts. He's really a smart guy." Her mind drifted back to his hand and how it slid lower until he was slipping it under her dress and playing with her bare ass. "Really kinda drunk."

She remembered the whole conversation.

"Careful there, Dwain! Your hand is getting a little handsy." She giggled and let him continue as he smiled and stared into her eyes.

"I want to talk with you."

"You are talking with me." She laughed.

"Privately. I need to...tell you something." His fingers played with her ass and tickled her.

"Oooooh. You're telling me plenty right now."

"I want to tell you more, Janet." He gently guided her out of sight.

As soon as they were out of sight he grabbed her with both hands and pulled her to him. "Janet, Janet, Jaaaanet! Oh my god!" He was squeezing and molding her ass cheeks. "This body, this dress, my god when did you become such a tease?" He leaned her against the back wall of the stock barn. With both hands on her naked ass he ground his crotch against her bare pussy and locked his mouth to hers. "Fuck, you're completely shaved! I need you so bad right now. I need you. God! I need to fuck you right now." He was mauling her bare ass, the dress was around her waist. "I know you've been watching me at work. I know it! You want me just as much as I want you. Fuck, Janet, if you keep dressing like this we can fuck at work every day if you want that. Think about it. The roof could be our playground. Your office, my office. I want us to come in every damn office!" He felt her hands pulling hard on his own ass. "My god you little slut you're making me so damn crazy!"

Martin interrupted her memories. "Are you going to tell me? What did he want to discuss with you?"

"Ohhh, he, he wanted to discuss his plans for coming, for the, the coming quarter. And how he was looking forward to, to collaborating with me. Said I left an impression on him, told me how much I inspired him. He was very specific on some exciting joint projects... and things he thought we could try." She snuck a few fingers back to her pussy. The memories had her very wet and she needed to touch herself.

Martin smiled at the soft motion of the bed. He knew Janet was fingering herself again. "Mmm, hm, sounds pretty innocent so far."

"Yeah. Yeh, it was mostly innocent."

"Mostly?" Martin raised an eyebrow.

She remembered how things progressed.

"Ughhh, Dwain? Wha're you doin'?"

He sat her on the bleachers. His hands slipped between her legs. His fingers clumsily searched for entry. "Need this pussy, god damn your so wet. Lemme get my dick in'ere."

"Uuuugh, no, no c'mon. This is me saying no. Ya hear?"

"Ohhhh, Janet... These thighs are so soft and warrrm." He slid his hands up her thighs. "-and your pussy so wet. My god, Janet, you've been flashing this bare pussy around all day. I fucking love it." He had fingers rubbing on her clit. "Fucking love it."

"Hhhuuh, Dwain! Slow down, big fella!"

He let her push his fingers away and grabbed her ass again. Pulling her against him he smiled. "Yeah, big fella? You wanna see how big?"

"Oh, God, Dwain? "Oooooh. Ohhh yeh-"

"Did you say yes?" He lifted her dress and stared again at her smooth pussy. "Christ a'mighty that is one fine pussy. Damned if you aren't dripping wet, Janet. Why don't you let me fuck it?"

"Ughh, Dwai-" Her head fell back as he fingered her gently, playing with her body like it was his. "Dwain, married. Married, Dwain."

"Ohhh are you serious? You're gonna let that stop you? A horny little slut like you is seriously gonna let a wedding ring stop her fun?"

"Dwain... oh god. Please. Ease up, okay?" She was quietly giggling. The effect she had on him was thrilling her.

He was kissing down her cleavage and bundling up her dress. "Ohhhh oh my god. These tittys are perfect." He held her dress up over her tits and sucked hard at her pale nipples.

Martin opened an eye. "So go on, tell me what he did."

"Oh, uh, right. Well... he, he, uh, realized I wasn't wearing panties and he had his, had his hands uhm, don't get mad, please?"

"Tell me."

"Okay. Under my dress, playing with my ass."

"Oh. Really? Wow. Ballsy guy."

"Uhhh, huh. Then he was kissing me and I was pushing him away. -and, and, and suddenly he's trying to get his fingers in me."

Martin opened his eyes and sat up. "Oh my god, Janet. Well then, what did YOU do?" He realized his tone was excited and eager, rather than shocked and outraged. "Uhhh, oh god. That sonnuva bitch! I, I will fucking kill him!"

"No! Now, Martin I begged you not to get angry. It was nothing. He wanted to fuck me, yes, obviously, but he was drunk, I was drunk, it was just a bad situation." The memory of it all had her wet and confessing to Martin had her nearing a climax.

"So I take it he had your dress pulled up and his hand on your pussy? So what did you do?"

"I! I... Well... It was getting dark by that time, so... it wasn't a big deal and it kinda made me laugh."

"What?"

"I laughed." She cringed. "Okay, I'm sorry! It was fun! I, we were drunk, remember, and it was silly and fucked up and...fun?"

Martin almost moaned. "What? My god, Janet? A drunk co-worker is molesting you in public, pulling your dress up high and exposing you to the world and you let him stuff his fingers up your pussy!? -and then you laugh?" The words he was speaking had his dick rock hard.

"I DIDN'T LET HIM!"

Martin was pretending to be outraged, but his dick was so hard. "So, did he? -get his fat fingers up inside you?"

"Uhhh, well, okay. He doesn't have-"

"Janet?!"

"He... I asked him to stop and he did." She was shocked at how easily she was lying to him. It troubled her that this whole conversation was meant to tell him the truth. She rationalized that he couldn't handle the full truth, so whatever she left out was to keep him from getting hurt. She pretended to believe that.

"But he pushed his fat fingers up into your sweet pussy, didn't he?"

"They aren't fat-" She looked away and considered her answer. "...yeah."

"Did you like it when he did that?"

She was surprised at the question. "Oh! Martin! Come on! Why would you ask that?"

She shuddered at the memory and her finger pressed on her clit. She couldn't tell him how much she fucking loved it. She had let him continue for a good ten minutes before she began resisting. The fireworks had slowly begun exploding into neon flowers up in the sky as Dwain pushed her closer to orgasm with his fingers. She tried not to smile, but she did tremble as she remembered how good he was at touching her.

"You let him finger you, didn't you? Did you climax on his fat fingers?"

"Mmmmm! Mmm, Martin... He doesn't have fat- Martin, just stop."

"You did, didn't you? You let him work your clit 'til you creamed all over his hands, didn't you? Oh, oh my god!"" He could picture it all playing out. He felt such unconditional love for her in that moment.

Her voice was very small. "I stopped him."

"So how did you stop him?"

"I just, I told him to stop."

She lay back and pressed on her eyes remembering what really happened. The lingering smell of cow shit hung in the air. His slick fingers were tickling away at her pussy, she was leaning back in the bleachers of the arena barn, Dwain had roughly shoved her dress up over her tits and tucked it under her chin. He smiled at her compliance. He had her damn near naked, leaning back with her legs spread wide giving him full access to her body. There was an urge to simply remove the dress all together. She felt so wonderfully exposed while he brought her to a glorious climax. His fingers were magic. Just the right speed and pressure. Dopamine flooded her mind and everything exploded. She hoped her shriek was drowned out by the exploding fireworks around them. Her legs were buckling. She grinned and told herself she was being a total slut. Her husband was across the field with all her coworkers and here she was nearly naked, letting a man shove his tongue down her throat while he groped her tits and fingered her to a mind shaking climax. He continued and it was just too much. So much dirty pleasure. How did she get here? She didn't really know. She touched his arm. "Dwain... No, Dwain you have to stop now."

He sucked his sticky fingers then invaded her mouth with his tongue. "Mmmm, Oh, god yes!" He leaned back and took in her exposed body. "Oh Janet... I can't get enough of you. My god you little slut, I bet you're an amazing fuck. Let me fuck you. Huh?" He pulled her hand to his cock.

"Oh! Shit! When did you take that out?"

"It came out on it's own, it wants you so bad." He slipped three fingers back into her.

"Oh! Ohhhh, oh god. Listen! I can't fuck around on my husband!"

He whispered into her ear. "Oh, Janet, my sweet little slut, we already are. My hand is in your snatch and you're holding my cock..."

"I'm not doing this, Dwain... I'm not ready." She suddenly realized she was stroking his dick. "Oh god. Oh my god, Dwain?" She watched her hand sliding up and down his fat cock for a dozen strokes before she pulled her hand away. "Ohhh, oh god, Dwain... I have to work with you." She reached out and took his cock in her hand once more. Just holding it, feeling it throb in her hand. "Could we do this? I mean-" She fought the urge to suck him off. "Damn it! No! No. This is all wrong. I shouldn't have teased you." She leaned back and made no attempt to cover herself. She was eating up the attention he was giving her. "I'm not, I'm not ready for that." Even as she said the words she knew she was opening her legs wider.

He couldn't look away from pale bald pussy. "Okay, okay. Oh my god. Okay, Janet. I'm sorry. Not ready, yet. I'm so sorry. I'm fucked up. Too much booze and I'm not myself. If you're not ready, you're not ready."

She smiled up at him. "Thank you." She was pulling her thighs wider apart letting her pussy open up to his appreciative stare.

Martin repeated himself. "Janet? Janet how did you get him to stop?"

"OH! Oh, well, we were drunk, and I was feeling so strange. I asked him to stop. I told him it wasn't going to happen. I remember saying that we work together and needed to keep things professional. I told him that I shouldn't have teased him into such a state and that some of this was on me. -and I said if he did, you know, back off, then I would let him kiss me one last time."

"Oh. So that's, what, the end of it I suppose?"

"Yes. I, he asked to kiss me and so, we did that."

Her mind went back to the stock barn. Fireworks filled the sky. Dwain's mouth was hanging open as he watched Janet touching herself.

He pulled her to standing and held her close. His stiff dick was pressing against her naked belly. "Janet, sweet Janet, I respect your wishes my beautiful slut. -not fucking tonight, but please, please, please let me taste that pussy. I'm really pretty damn good at that."

"Ohhhh, Dwain..." Janet held his face and kissed him repeatedly. She liked feeling his cock in contact with her flesh. Multiple explosions filled the air and showers of crackling light filtered down. Her body was heating up with need. She looked into his soft brown eyes and thought about his soft warm lips and that tongue... "Oh. I would fucking love that."

Dwain grinned and began kissing her tits and working his way lower.

Janet shuddered in pleasure as his lips kissed down her belly and his fingers grew ever nearer to her pussy. His tongue split her labia and found her clit as a thunderclap of sound boomed through the air and even with her eyes closed she saw the fireworks.

"Hello? Janet? Is there more to the story?"

"Uh, no! No, Martin. He just, he...He kissed me."

Martin had a strange look in his eye. "Did he use his tongue?"

She closed her eyes and smiled. "Mmmmm, did he."

A low groan left Martin's throat. "Ohhhh, oh, Janet."

She shook her head. "Martin, a good kisser always uses his tongue. It's just how things are."

He leaned in and touched his forehead to hers. "Are you touching yourself?"

She looked embarrassed and swallowed. "Ugh... Mmm hm."

"Are you wet, Janet?"

She nodded. "Mmm hm."

"Good thing." He pulled her closer and pressed his cock to her belly. "Get on."

Janet's eyes grew wide as she saw his condition and she mounted him with a smile across her face. "Then you're not mad?"

"At what? At my wife being a little slut and running off with a sexy man for about 78 minutes?"

She was riding his cock, rising and falling, her head was thrown back. "The fuck are you talking about I wasn't gone for 78 minutes."

He smiled up at her. He loved watching her body working his. "Yeah, you were. I saw you two wander off and I checked my watch."

"You... Martin?" She looked scared.

"You told me everything that happened and I really appreciate that. -and I know everything now, right?"

"Well, you don't know exactly how much I love this cock. God, how wet you make me!"

"Uh huh. That's what I'm here for, Janet. That's what I'm here for."

They didn't say more about the incident. They began working each other towards climax while they both thought about Dwain fucking Janet with that big dick, the dick she had her hands on, the dick she stroked and couldn't stop thinking about since the day it happened.

Janet rode Martin's cock and let her mind drift off to a fantasy of Dwain beneath her, of Dwain holding her in his strong arms and of Dwain fucking her over and over, in his office, her office, every office. She couldn't stop smiling.

Martin stared up at his beautiful wife and couldn't wait to hear about what might happen next.