AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short.
You may want to read Chapter One to get the setup. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this tale, and for voting and leaving civil comments.
There is very little actual sex in this chapter. Lots of thinking and talking. You have been warned
Note: in the original version of this chapter, Lena's mental musings were in italics. I have changed them here to be in parentheses; I hope the reading isn't too awkward.
TMIMH
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SS Episode 12 About Last Night
02-24-2006
At breakfast she asked about Terri.
Waking up, in the shower, making coffee, getting dressed; she could not get her mind off last night. She ran it over and over in her head, enjoying the memory, except for that one part. Not the flashing, although that was the first time she had shown her pussy in public where she was certain to be noticed. Not playing with herself at the table; it was another 'new ground' event, and frankly, was very hot and she was looking forward to doing it again. Maybe going further, all the way, making herself cum at the table. (Maybe while the waiter is there, watching her cum, and then he fucks her on the table while John puts his dick in my mouth, and a crowd gathers ...) Not the masturbating in the ladies room, making herself cum; that was out of control hot, and a massive orgasm, and she would do it again in a heartbeat. Certainly not fucking John at the car; that was over the top! Another 'new ground' experience, sure, and too fucking wild, she couldn't wait for that again, right out there in the open, all wet and hard ... nope, most of last night was one hundred percent fabulous, it made her wet just recalling it; the excitement, the thrill, the aroused feeling, the teasing and stimulation. Very hot. Plus she had that image in her head, that fantasy from the restaurant. When she was talking herself into flashing him, she'd thought of all the men in the room getting aroused ... (and they all approached her table, pulled her out of her chair, and John watched as they all fuck her, over and over, non-stop ...)That was the effect she'd had on John, for sure, and he had fucked her good.
And honestly, she was pretty hot about the girl watching them. They'd had public sex before, and an audience, but never so close, so intimate. They had been an intimate audience once, but never had one. The way she watched, the hungry horny look on her face as she rubbed herself to an orgasm, right in front of them as she watched ... yeah, oo-ooh, yeah, very hot! She knew that she and John were a hot couple. Hot enough to get Terri to cum (Hot enough to get all those men to fuck her, fill her with cum, all over her pussy and face, filling her) right in front of them.
No, there was one thing preventing her from letting go and relishing the memory of last night, one detail in the way.
"Last night," she started, unsure. Why was this such a stumbling block for her? It was hot when it happened, very sexy, very dirty. But thinking about it got her all confused. She had to talk it out, and soon. "Last night, that girl,"
"Terri." He finished her sentence. A little annoying most of the time, but helpful now.
"Yes, Terri. She, um,"
"She watched us fuck!" He leered. Not helpful.
"Yes." Deep breath. "Yes, and then she sucked your dick." There. It was out!
"She sure did."
Lena didn't know how to proceed because, honestly, she didn't know why it was bothering her. She pictured it in her head, Terri dropping to her knees, sucking John's dick. She repeated herself.
"She sucked you. Your dick."
John could see her struggling, and took her hands, holding them close to his chest. "Yes, dear, she did suck my dick right after I finished fucking you." He pulled her close to him, kissed her. "You were so very, very sexy; so hot, I had to fuck you right in the parking lot, I couldn't stop myself." He kissed her forehead, then pulled her head to his chest, holding her, kissing the top of her head, smelling her hair. "I love you so much, and you turn me on so much, and you make me want you so bad." His hand rubbed down her back. Her cares were melting away. "You are so hot, you made every man in the restaurant horny," (a group of men, dicks out, circling her, surrounding her, covering her in cum...) "and at least one of the women!" He took her shoulders and pulled her away, and looked into her eyes, a look of concern on his face. "Are you OK?"
"I don't know. I think I am; I'm pretty sure I am."
"You think you might not be OK?
"No, no, of course not, there's nothing wrong, there's nothing serious; I'm not sick or anything." She stared into his eyes, trying to see the thing that was bothering her, wondering if she would recognize it if it was there.
"You seem preoccupied. You got something on your mind, Lena?" Any other time she'd think that was a sexual question, but he was so in tune to her. He knew she needed to talk, and he was drawing her out. She loved him all over again for this, for understanding that she had a need to be needy right now, and he was going to go down that road, and help her find it. "What's up, honey? Something about that girl got you spooked?"
She sighed her frustration and looked at him. She wanted so much to just enjoy the sex. "Not spooked, not that. It's, well ... I don't know. I don't know what I am."
"You're a hot sexy woman and the slut of my life- I mean, love of my life!" he joked. But only half joking.
"That's not what I mean," she sneered, joking back, "but thanks. For the sexy part. And the love part." She held his hands and pulled him down, so that he sat across from her. She didn't let go of his hands. "And I guess the slut part, too! As long as I'm your slut!" She smiled, and he smiled back, but she could tell that he knew she needed to be serious. She felt her love for him well up in her. And she knew by his care and concern that he felt the same.
"Here's the thing, I think," she began, "maybe you can help me sort it out." Her hands clasped his in her lap, and she looked into his eyes as she spoke. "You know that I am thoroughly enjoying our sex adventures. I have told you several times already how much I love you for allowing me to experience so much new and exciting, so many things. It is a thrill ride every day, and everything we do makes me love you more. I am so glad that I can share myself sexually with you, so completely now, and I love how turned on I make you. And me!" She smiled at him. "Actually, I'm getting a little charged up just talking about it!" She shook her head. "Later. Now I need to tell you -- oh, what you have made me into! I love sex so much that conversations about it get me all steamy!" She smiled sheepishly, looked at him, listening patiently. "Anyway, the sex is great, all of it, and all I want is to keep on doing it with you, always. I want more and more, and new and exciting. You have awakened feelings and desires in me that I didn't know I was capable of, that I never knew existed. And I love it, and want it. I want to know more about me, about what I desire and want, what I enjoy and how it feels, and seeing you enjoy it; and giving you pleasure in all ways and forms." She took a deep breath. "You have fantasies, right?"
"Of course, Lena. Everyone does."
"I know. Last night I had one."
"When you were sleeping?"
"No silly, that's a dream. No, at the restaurant." She still held his hands, her nervous fingers fidgeted with his. "When I was getting ready to come out and flash you, I had an image. An image of a fantasy I have." She struggled, looked up at his face, her fingers gripping his strong hands. She saw again the concern and interest in his face, and loved him. "A mental image (covered in cum, fucked by cock after cock after cock without end, orgasm after orgasm, her face, her tits) of a fantasy." She was stuck. She looked at him pleading with her eyes, and he saw it.
"I have plenty of fantasies. I'll tell you some of mine, and then you tell me - no, I'll just keep talking until you feel ready, then you stop me. OK?" She nodded. "OK, I have a fantasy where we are all dressed up and go out to dinner or a party, and you tell me you want me to lick your pussy, and we find a place to go, and you just lift up your dress and I lick you until you cum. And we go back to the party." He waited. "I have another one where you hold my dick at your mouth and let me watch my cum shoot onto your tongue, and fill your mouth."
"We've done that."
"And I can't wait to do it again. I fantasize about anal sex, a lot. Licking each other, fingers in asses, and finally hearing you say 'I want you to fuck me in the ass', and we do it. But my ultimate fantasy, my number one, I think I have already told you about. You know what it is. You remember?" He looked at her, but she didn't -- but she remembered as soon as he said it. "The sexual fantasy that gets me more excited than anything else is," he now held her hands, "whatever gets you excited." She smiled, and he smiled at her. "A couple of times in the past weeks I have experienced my fantasy, seeing you get completely hot and do things you've never done before. The hotter you get, the more you lose control and let go of yourself, the hotter it is for me."
"A gang bang," she blurted, "I pictured a gang bang in my head last night." Now, started, she felt words pouring out of her. "Not just a second guy fantasy, like one in my mouth and one in my pussy, like Mimi did on the beach, but one after the other, on and on ..." Her mouth was dry; she tried to swallow and couldn't. "In my fantasy I imagine, like, you know, another guy, you and another guy, and sometimes just two other guys.
"Sure. And I fantasize about you and another girl."
"Not the same. In mine, you and the other guy don't go down on each other." He grinned. She grinned back, but had to finish. "Its not that I haven't fantasized about more than one cock before, but last night...it was different from my fantasy." She took a breath and let it out. "So last night as I'm about to come out and flash you, I think that everyone in the restaurant will see me (circled around me, hard cocks, jammed into my mouth, my pussy, never enough, shooting, cumming, soaking me) and get turned on and I had a mental picture (fuck me, fill me with cum, fuck my filled pussy, fill me again, use me, fill me with cum, make me eat it, swallow it, cover me, just don't stop fucking me) of all the men coming to our table, and stripping me, and laying me on the table and fucking me, one after the other, over and over, while you watched me."
"And it scared you?"
