It had been several days since the episode at the pool and the mixture of guilt and the incredible sexual excitement kept the event in the front of her mind. Was it just a one time thing with Paul taking advantage of a woman alone and exposed or would he be back as he had said? Although she knew that he should never come back, that his sheer presence was a horrible error in judgment, it was impossible to ignore the deep feelings that ran through her body.
He took you like a cheap whore, she thought. And you were so easy and needy. He played to those inner needs that he alone released within you. Your pussy was wet again just imagining the moment of penetration, when his hard cock drove so deeply and he made you admit how desperately you wanted to be fucked like that.
He controlled you and made you feel so dominated by his power to make your body respond. It was almost automatic as you did as he told you and made you say things you had never said to your own husband. You told him to leave and that you were a wife and mother and he just continued. You wanted to call it rape but you both knew better. Would he call you? Or, would he just show up?
You jumped as the phone rang and brought you back to this moment, at home, alone and wondering what this day would bring. As you picked it up, he said, "Have you missed me Tammy?" The voice was a shock to your system and your mouth went dry as your body trembled.
"No," you replied, "you shouldn't be calling me. I can't let anything happen again. I'm married and have kids," you pleaded into the phone.
"But Tammy, you asked me to fuck you. Don't you remember? I was standing behind your ass with my cock buried inside you and watched that little crease under your sexy butt disappear as you slammed your hot married ass back onto me."
"Please don't do this. It happened once but can't happen again. It was a mistake. Please," you said as the words he said had already caused your pussy to get wet and throb from the desire he inflamed in you.
"But Tammy, you know you're a slut. A cock hungry whore who needs to be used hard. I loved the feel and look of your sexy tits as I pulled those nipples out and pinched them baby. Those nice round tits filling my big rough hands. The nipples sitting so hard in the center of those nice pink circles. That tanned flesh against the white skin from the one piece suit you always wear for hubby. The tan line on your ass meeting exactly where I entered you from behind. Yes, baby, you know you want to get fucked like that again, don't you. Tell me."
His voice and his description of your body and what he did to it were having an amazing effect. He wasn't even there but he was already making you so hot. "What do you want," you asked him in a strained voice. "I want to fuck you again Tammy. But before I get there, I want you to put on the red bikini again and a pair of sexy heels and put on some makeup. I want you looking sexy for me. I want to see your pussy hair through that little hole above the front of the bikini bottoms. You know the hole I stuck my finger through when I fingered you. You do remember, don't you Cunt?"
"You can't come now. Please not now."
"And wear your wedding ring Tammy so I can see it as your hand wraps around my fat cock. It's such a nice ring baby. You have thirty minutes Cunt to be ready for me. I may even want you to strip for me again or maybe I'll show you off to a friend of mine," he laughed as he hung up the phone.
With her emotions conflicting everywhere Tammy knew that he would show up and that he wanted her to dress for him. She was incredibly turned on and completely afraid at the same time. But, her legs were moving and carrying her upstairs to where she would change into the bikini that he first saw her in. The bikini that was stripped from her before he raped her and made her beg for his big cock.
Finishing with her makeup and then brushing her long blonde hair back she started for the stairs when the front doorbell rang. Her heart almost stopped at the sound, but her feet carried her to the door where she could see him standing there waiting with his tool kit. He looked like any workman ready for a repair call.
She opened the door slightly and peered out through the crack. "Why did you come back? I told you this was a mistake," she pleaded through the door.
"I came to see your body and to fuck it. Open the door, slut." She pulled the door back and let him in before quickly closing it and latching it behind him. She hoped no one had seen him come in.
"I see you dressed for me Tammy. Do you feel sexy wearing that red bikini for me again?" he said as his eyes took in the sexy blonde hair cascading below the shoulders and the hard nipples, faintly revealed in the opaque suit. She had on a pair of sexy strappy red heels as he had told her and he liked the makeup.
"You need to leave now," she asked softly, "we can't continue this, it's not right."
"So why did you dress for me Tammy. I'll tell you why. It's because you're wet and horny and need me to fuck you again. Face it Tammy, you're a slut. Tell me you're wet....tell me."
"No, I dressed like this because I was afraid. I have a husband and children. I am not a slut," she replied with a shaking voice.
