When this beautiful woman opened the front door it all clicked. She was gorgeous and dressed in a short black skirt that revealed a lot of thigh. Her eyebrows, perfectly plucked or trimmed or whatever women do to make them dramatic, matched the precision of her sharply lined, red lipstick and bright makeup.
None of this fit for a woman stuck home out in the middle of nowhere. That's when I figured out that this guy had a purpose with his constant changes to the time and the directions to pick up the tool box I bought off Craigslist. It wasn't just more crazy ass neurotic shit. He wanted me to meet her.
She was talking on her cell phone as she swung the door open. "He's here now. Just give me a minute."
Then she turned and traipsed back to a side table where she set the phone down. She gave me a great view of her ass and slender calves tightened up by her long stiletto heels. She must have been complicit with his game because a woman wouldn't just open the door and let a stranger walk in when she was for all purposes alone in the woods.
I decided right then to go for it and not to let the two of them slip back into their foreplay. Whether he wanted to see men hitting on her and then reclaim his bride or whether he wanted to test how far she'd go, I decided to drive their game where neither one of them expected.
"Wow!" I exclaimed when she returned to me. "I can see why he wanted me to meet you."
"What?" she asked, acting perplexed.
"Yeah, it finally clicked from the stuff he said. You know he contrived the schedule to be away and you'd have to welcome me."
"Mark had to work late, something came up at the last minute," she protested. She wagged her head, not very believably. Those broad brunette curls bounced around her shoulders.
"Mark, yeah. No, any other man would have rescheduled. It's not the first time, is it?"
"I don't know what you mean," she protested again, but she did nothing to stop me.
"If it's not answering the door to strangers, then he's asked you to dress sexy for a trip to the mall, or to talk dirty in front of his friends, or maybe he narrated a provocative story where the wife cheated and he probed for your reaction. Deep down, he wants it to happen."
"I don't think you know him to say those things, do you?" All of sudden real prim and proper like.
I stepped forward and dropped my hands onto her hip pointers. I leaned close and whispered in her ear. She must have been attracted because she didn't step back or dissuade me. "I don't know Mark but I know how to figure out an invitation. It's easy to prove from what he said. Go over and tell him you'll call him back. That I drove a long way and you'll get me a glass of water. Don't let on like I told you."
She smirked but then she turned to get her phone. I closed the door and came up behind her as she held the phone, facing the table. She was speaking, "Let me call you back. I'm going to get him a glass of water."
There was a pause as he asked something and then she answered, "No, everything's fine. He drove a long way and I'll give him a drink before he goes." Then she ended the call and laid the phone on the table.
I put my hands on her shoulders and massaged gently. I stepped closer to let my hard-on bump her ass lightly from behind and I whispered in her ear again. "You gave him what he wanted. He tried to stay calm but he's wondering what you're doing. His stomach is twisting in knots. He wants you to be free and he's torn, knowing how other men can bring out your sexuality and at the same time trying to show you off like that makes him look better."
She turned suddenly to face me, leaning back with her hands propped on the table at her sides. "You're being too familiar saying all these things when you don't know us."
"Very familiar," I jumped on what she said. I did not remove my hands from her hips and I slipped one around to the top of her butt and pressed my groin on hers as she was caught on the table. "When he gets home, tell him I tried to kiss you. Don't admit more. Let him stew and ask the questions in his head, about whether you liked it and what you did and whether you tried to kiss me back. Deny that anything happened."
Then I leaned forward and kissed her. Gentle at first but I reached one hand up to the back of her head and held her where she couldn't get away.
She let me kiss her yet when I broke for a second she said, "You're being very bad."
"Very bad," I nodded. "Except that Mark tempts you all the time. When it happens he'll act like he's not responsible."
Then I kissed her again and made it a deeper kiss. Finally she let me force her lips apart and stick my tongue in her mouth. She had her eyes closed and let it in.
I wedged my knee between her thighs, forcing her skirt up and my leg against her panties. Rubbing my knee back and forth, I pulled my hand around from her butt to slide down between us. Her panties were moist and I knew she wanted it.
She turned around from me, facing the table. "I can't do this."
"You're beautiful. You know any man standing this close to your hot body wants to fuck you." I forced my hand back over the front of her crotch and let my fingers work together, flat, as a general stimulation. I grabbed the back of her skull with my other hand and urged her to bend forward over the table. Then my dick rubbed right on her ass.
I saw her iPhone on the table and knew all the buttons to set the ringer off to vibrate. I held the phone and with the back of that hand I pressed her shoulder to keep her looking down at the table as my other hand massaged her mound. "He'll call in five minutes. What will you tell him?"
"I can't tell him you did this to me."
"No, you should pretend that I've gone but that you're making up a fantasy to tease him. Pretend you hit the answer button by accident in the middle of saying no. Go ahead, practice it."
"You shouldn't be doing this."
"That's a start. Be specific to describe it. Say something like 'You can brush my arm but you can't touch my cunt."
"That's vulgar!" she argued. "I would never use that word."
"What do you say to him?" I asked. I snaked my fingers inside her panties and fingered the wet lips of her cunt. How lovely when a woman parts her thighs and lets you diddle her pussy. I slipped my middle finger in her smooth, warm snatch. "What do you call your love box when you're talking dirty with your man?"
She panted, "I might say hoo-ha."
"That's cute. Like, are you a Midwest farm girl that learned from the animals? Pretend you're whining how I can't touch your hoo-ha."
"No, you can't touch my hoo-ha like that," she insisted. I pushed my finger in past the big knuckle and moved in circles to get her going. Her cunt eagerly opened to accept it. The phone buzzed in my other hand and I saw Mark was calling. He couldn't wait five minutes, could he? I slid to answer but then I hit mute and listened to him.
He asked, "Are you OK. What's going on?"
I told her, "That's good, but say it now with more emotion, like you're performing for him." Then I unmuted the phone and held it close behind her head. I brushed my palm on her clitoris harder to make her jump.
"No," she gasped. "You can't touch my hoo-ha like that."
I muted the phone and reclaimed it. He said, "What? Are you fucking with me?"
I told her, "Now tell him he better hurry home and fuck you."
She laughed but her timing was right on as I held the unmuted phone back by her head and she said, "Well then, you better run home and fuck me."
I hung up the call. As I set the phone down she turned her head slightly and saw me place it. "What are you doing?" She was agitated.
"I'm practicing. In a couple of minutes we can call to taunt him. How long would it take him to drive home if he left immediately?"
