My mind is the most important piece of the orchestra that makes my sex life happy and fulfilling... it's the string section for Vivaldi's Four Seasons. It is the liquid ingredients in that cake, only you can bake so well. And it is the sails that make your boat skim across the white caps to locales unknown. No music? No dessert? No wind? My imagination is everything! But, what happens when my fantasies collide with the unknowns of the here and now? What happens when the stranger actually slips into that little sketch of the mind, a caper of thoughts and wishes... and steals the show?
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The day was as drab as could be. I think the meteorology books describe these clouds as 'ground glass'... flat with little variation in colour or texture and bring a threat of rain. Terrible lighting for any sort of photography, but perfect driving weather, if you asked my opinion.
We had been at a family get-together in a city about 4 hours away from where we lived. We had stopped at a Tim Hortons on our way out of town to get a coffee for the drive home. He came in shortly after we'd ordered as we were standing there waiting for our drinks. He was late thirties, maybe early forties and handsome, in a rugged sort of way.
I'll tell you a bit about us before I continue, just to set the stage.
My husband and I have been married for 26 years and have no children. Eric, is early fifties and an accountant by profession. I am mid fifties and work as a librarian. Neither careers are very exciting and at gatherings, no one is ever too interested in the latest tax strategy or the last book Bertrand Russell wrote. You might say that we're boring people. You might say it, but trust me, you'd be wrong.
Eric is as average as an egg. Even tempered, likes his sports, enjoys a beer with the guys, competes with the other neighbours for the greenest lawn and works long hours for his firm. When he's not fertilizing and trimming our lawn and when there's no sports on TV, he has another little hobby... he likes to write stories. Naughty stories that he submits to a group on line. He's even had a couple of them published in their annual collection. Besides all of that, he is a good husband and a good lover, but he's also a little on the kinky side too. You'll see what I mean.
As for me... I'm just as average as he is. Average height, shoulder length, light brown-dark blonde hair and a figure that suits a lady of my age. I think my best asset is my rather heavy boobs, but I've had quite a few compliments on my ass too--and a few pats there as well. I like to read -surprise, surprise, though, you'd be surprised how many librarians don't. One of my hobbies, that all the neighbour wives think is strange, is... I like to follow horse racing. I'm not too bad at picking the winners either. As for sex? I'm a good wife and do my best to make Eric happy. Some might say that I'm a fool for what I do for him. You can be the judge of that. What nobody knows, however, is the wicked imagination I have and the things that fill my head... I like to keep it to myself, though, so that I can control just how far I'll let Eric go and, so he doesn't think all he has to do is keep pushing and I'll do whatever he wants.
Oh, and I almost forgot... my name is Sandra.
I watched the mystery man order and listened to how he spoke. I've not had any experience with what they call an Alpha male, but was pretty sure that was the category this hunk would fall into. Assertive and a little intense, but as sexy as hell. I couldn't stop looking.
About once a month, Eric and I like to attend the local swinger's club in our city. It's what they call an 'off site club', which means no screwing in the club. It's a lot of fun and I never feel pressured, because there is no sex. It's quite a large group that comes every Saturday night and, all though, you can't have sex there, that doesn't stop the flashing and touching and a bit of sucking in the dark corners. Some even take it out to the parking lot and get it on in their cars and mini vans. Pretty wild stuff by accountant and librarian standards. Eric tries to get me to go to the after parties and fuck, but that's where I've drawn the line.
I have another thing to tell about myself... I'm a talker. There's a lot of three-legged dogs around our neighbourhood- if you get my drift. I can hold my own in any hen house and sometimes that's good and sometimes it isn't.
As I let my eyes wander over him, he was totally ignoring me. I liked his face and his eyes and his high cheekbones. His lips were full. Even with the work clothes he had on, it was obvious he was muscular and fit. He had a labourer's rough hands, but long fingers that looked out of place on them. Odd, I thought. His hair was cut short and into a style that would have required combing and some gel for most guys to get that look. His was all tight, black, little curls with a part, on the left side that was put there with a razor, not with a comb. Eric was talking, but I had no clue what he was saying. I was enjoying imagining whether or not that smooth, beautiful skin would taste and smell like chocolate if I walked over to him and licked his neck. He was a gorgeous shade of medium mocha.
Eric, not one to miss anything even vaguely sexual, had noticed him too. We both had fantasies that included characters that were black. There's no getting around it, the contrast between skin colours was breath taking! This guy could have easily had a staring role in mine! I wasn't being too inconspicuous, but he wasn't biting.
Our drinks were ready and Eric picked them up and, reluctantly, I followed him out the door to the parking lot. I was already making plans for a little reflection, as Eric drove. As I mentioned, I have a wicked imagination and I wasn't going to pass up concocting a hot situation with that stranger having his way with me.
Eric had to put the coffees on the roof of the car as he fumbled to find the car keys. It was that moment of delay that changed our entire day. As he searched, the stranger came out into the parking lot as well. I had my back to him and didn't see him initially, but something made me turn my head just as he was passing by. He was walking towards a pickup truck parked by itself in the corner of the lot. He wasn't looking at the truck he was walking towards, he was looking at me! To be completely accurate... he was looking at my ass! As I turned, I caught him red-handed. A lot of other guys would have quickly looked away or tried to give the impression they were looking at our car or the potentilla across the parking lot, but not this guy. He was cool and it was obvious--he just didn't give a shit. Eric found his keys and opened the car as I watched the guy get in his truck. I could see that there was the name of some landscaping company painted on the side of it.
"Did you see that black guy that was standing beside us in the coffee shop?" I asked as we got settled. It was a rhetorical question; I knew he'd seen him.
"Ya. He looked like an asshole," was the best Eric could do.
I know my little Eric, however, and I know that he was concocting his own story about this guy and it was going to involve something very horny happening to me. I can tell when Eric's wheels are grinding away and his dick starts to get a little hard.
"He was checking out my ass as he passed us."
I didn't exaggerate the statement. I just told the facts. I enjoyed hearing the words spoken as much as Eric was enjoying the thoughts he already had swimming about in his head. This was going to be the subject now of our game of 'what if he'd...,' on our drive home. This was even more fun than just fantasizing in my own head. Eric was going to provide the extra enthusiasm to really get my juices bubbling! He can be quite filthy when he's been provided with the first line of a story.
We sat there sipping our drinks for a minute before we left. I could see in the side mirror, that the truck hadn't moved.
"Did it turn you on?" was the first question.
I took a sip of my coffee.
"Mmmmm... he waaas quite good looking..."
"Would you fuck him?"
That was always Eric's favourite question. He wanted to see me fuck other guys so bad! And so our little dance began.
"Mmmmm... would you like me to?" I teased.
"I'd love to watch him fuck you!"
How quickly he'd washed away all ideas of the guy being an, "asshole".
I could tell his heart was beating just a bit faster as the consequences of his words played havoc in his brain. I sometimes wondered if the reality would be near as good as the fantasy he had about it. He'd been trying to get me to fuck other men since the day after our first anniversary. The emphasis he put on the word 'love' as he said it, told me exactly what the conversation was going to be like as we drove. It was a fun game and it helped the drive to go by faster. It could get quite raunchy though, as we each tried to drive the other one crazy. Once, we even had to take a side trip and find a place to park! He was getting hot already... and it had nothing to do with his drink.
