Every wife has sex fantasies. But not every wife has an understanding husband to share them with. Thankfully I'm not one of those wives, my husband Kay has no problem sharing me, in fact sometimes I thought he got just as much-- if not more-- pleasure from our deviant experiences than I did.
"Sweety, since you're out of town... Is it ok to invite your friend over? I'm a bit bored and I'm feeling naughty." I teased as he brushed his teeth in our en-suite. I stretched in front of the mirror next to the window, arching my back and relishing the feeling of my nipples hardening against the fabric of my barely-there top. I take in the image, my image. All that exposed skin being flaunted in front of the window, where any passersby would be treated to the sight of my twisting, nearly naked figure. I linger a moment longer, tempting fate...
I don't notice him step behind me, his hands landing gently on my hips, sliding up and down the side of my waist instantly turning me on.... I lean back into him, jutting my chest out as my perky nipples aching to be caressed.
Nuzzling his face against the warm, bare surface of my neck, he murmurs into my skin, "Someone's in the mood to show off today."
A shiver courses through me at the thought and I find myself nodding, enthusiastically agreeing with his assessment.
"Yes, I... think I would like that. Very much," I admit.
He hands me one of my favourite white t-shirts, it's a snug, tight fit and was originally cropped just above my belly button but about four months ago, when I decided to only wear it around the house, I cut it even shorter so that it hangs just below my breasts. If I stretch my arms upwards, or reach for something on the top shelf I show an indecent amount of underboob and areola.
Kay's taxi came to take him to the station and I kissed him goodbye, he reminded me to collect his car from the garage. I showered and got dressed, looking down at myself to see my tits and perky nipples, clearly visible through my tight, tiny little t-shirt. I finished the outfit off with a miniskirt and sent a picture to Kay of me on our bed, my exposed ass pointed to the window as I bent over.
"Naughty girl," was his response, "Leave your purse at home today, I don't want you to be tempted to do some shopping. I have a surprise for when you get back."
I took the bus to the garage, my appearance eliciting a series of expected reactions from pretty much everyone along the way. A few passengers stumbled over their words as they pushed past me, a few of the men around laughed awkwardly when we made eye contact, and some of them just stared, openly enjoying the view. One young man in particular looked like he'd hit the jackpot ogling my breasts. The flush of my skin deepened at his attention and I grabbed the crop of my top, lightly inching it higher, so he could watch as I nearly expose myself completely, right there on the bus.
I kept it until my nipples were about to peek out, but I thought of Kay and stopped myself before I ended up tied to the bed like the last time I exposed myself without his permission. I almost pout, upset at leaving my audience disappointed but quickly moved on as I got off on the next stop.
Same story. Glancing around the room, I notice plenty of mechanics and customers watching me. I ask for Sam, the manager, as Kay instructed me to and was taken to a quieter back-room filled with cars. Sam was a tall man with muscles barely hidden even by his loose t-shirt. He went into an office and handed me the keys.
"It's just out front, right by the door, ready to go." He walked out into the quiet room with me then placed his hands on his hips, staring at me expectantly.
"...Is there something else?"
"Payment." His response was blunt, as if I were keeping him. "Kay said you'd be paying."
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle to attention. Knowing I left my purse at home this morning, I didn't need anything else to tell me what my husband was up to. I took a couple of calming breaths before focusing on Sam.
He looked me up and down, and stopped when he found my eyes again. I'm assuming he saw something different in them as he shifted his weight curiously.
"I haven't got any money Mr. Watts, but I was hoping I could pay some other way..." I used my sexiest voice and ran my tongue over my teeth. Never failed to work and it didn't fail then.
Sam glanced at my body, his eyes travelling down my neck to my chest before settling his focus on my eyes. It happened really fast. He closed the gap between our bodies and kissed me against a white SUV. He moved so quickly that I gasped out loud, leaning back into the vehicle while he pressed his body into mine.
The power of his kiss was unmistakable, so fierce it almost burned. His grip tightened on the back of my neck as he claimed my mouth with his own. My nipples tingled at the press of his chest against mine, and I whimpered into his mouth. His tongue flicked at my lips, demanding entrance. I can't describe exactly what his kiss tasted like, but I know that despite being aromatic his kiss was bitter, forbidden. Dark. He tasted like I belong on my knees.
"I've never had sex with a stranger before." I lied.
He hoisted my body up with his strong, rough hands and I wrapped my legs around him. He slammed me back against the car and closed his warm mouth around my breasts, sucking through the fabric. The room was quiet, except for the droning whirr of tools in the adjacent workshop and the public setting suddenly made the whole experience that much naughtier.
I yanked him by his hair and began kissing along his jaw. He tilted his head invitingly and as I continued to kiss down to his neck he lowered me back to the ground. I moved my hand down the length of his chest, feeling the ripped muscles beneath. All the way down, until I could feel the pulse of his cock pounding back into my palm. I pulled his trousers and boxers halfway down his thighs and knelt down, my prize at eye level. I grinned up at him.
"Don't tell my husband."
I closed my eyes and swirled my tongue around his tip before taking him halfway into my mouth. My hand closed around him, sliding over his shaft while he thrust into my mouth. I could hear his breathing lose composure and felt the tremor of his growl as he enjoyed my mouth.
