Maria’s Abandon

“Okay Maria, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to not talk and think about sex all the time if we have one night every so often where we can live out one of our fantasies.”

“All right, I can live with that as long as it keeps you from asking every other night!”

Maria sighed. She had been a homemaker and Mom for the past twelve years. Now she had a part time job that took up her daytime hours, leaving moments alone with Nick few and far between. She really would have loved to spend more time with him, but where would the time come from: her job, her children, or her housework?

Nick had worked hard the past twelve years as a building manager, keeping hours that took him away from home for twelve hours a day. They both knew that his hard work put their future in good shape as far as their finances and retirement plans were concerned. It was a good thing too, because that lifestyle came to an end earlier this year when his company was bought out. Maria didn’t want to take the children out of the local school system, so Nick turned down a relocation offer and, with that, the job. Now he worked a few days per week as a local contractor while he waited for a better offer. Maria decided it was best to take on a job even though Nick dismissed the urgency.

As Nick watched Maria getting ready for work one morning he thought about how fantastic she still looked. At thirty-six, her curly blond/brown hair fell down onto her shoulders like golden silk chains, accentuating her smooth tanned skin and the soft lines of her figure. Nick always wondered where she inherited her complexion since she wasn’t Latino. Maria was actually of Irish, Italian and Dutch descent. The combination seemed to bring out the best of all those nationalities. It wasn’t that she was long and lean like a model – she was barely five-foot three inches tall, with a body more reminiscent of a gymnast, but Maria’s somewhat large round firm breasts were a departure from that image.

The combination of her long golden locks, large breasts, flat stomach, and full round butt cheeks, always generated attention. Nick knew what other guys were thinking, but Maria ignored the stares. Nick could tell that Maria was faithful to him, even during all those years of long hours. As Nick looked up from his coffee, he remembered overhearing two guys at a company picnic comment about his wife.

“Now that woman could punish you in the sack.” Said one.

“Look at that booty. She could punish me any time!” The other had replied.

Nick had some great sex with Maria over the years, but certainly not at a rate commensurate with her looks. His long hours and Maria bringing up the children had severely curtailed their sex life. He naively thought it would eventually go back to the way it was when they dated; four or five times a week. Instead, it was now twelve years later and he watched her come and go to her new job, play with the children at night, and do a few chores. With little leisure time left and even less chance of privacy in their nice, but small, ranch-style home, Nick and Maria didn’t have much chance for romantic interludes. The children slept in the adjoining rooms and sometimes popped up during the night, which made Maria reluctant to start things she couldn’t finish. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex. On the contrary, Maria would really go off when she got going and she knew stopping was not an option at a certain point.

Nick thought of the comments he heard at that picnic. Maria WAS punishing when she got going! He loved how dirty she would get and the volume that accompanied her pleasure. The thought invoked memories of when they first moved in together. A friend in the next apartment had asked him, “What the hell were you guys doing last night? There were some pretty wild sounds coming through the wall, Nick!”

That only escalated Nick’s search to buy a home and barely four months later, Maria announced that she was pregnant. Nick loved his children, but really wished he had had some time alone with Maria in the new house before the children were born. They still had their moments, but Maria rarely left the children alone with babysitters and neither of them really had a support system. Maria’s family was in California and Nick’s was in Virginia, hours from their Pennsylvania home.

Nick reflected back on twelve years and how their new circumstances would affect their lives. Nick had more time to spend with Maria, but now it was her schedule that precluded them from the intimate moments Nick yearned for. Little did he know that they were about to discover an entirely new side of their sex life, one that Nick would not have imagined he’d delight in and one that caused Maria to abandon her demure nature.

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Maria was cleaning the house, getting ready for some guests they were planning to have over later that day. The children were playing at a friend’s house, leaving Nick and Maria alone to catch up on some chores. Maria asked Nick to help out and clean the main bathroom. He obliged, but he wasn’t the most careful person and overwhelmed the room with cleaning chemicals. This forced him to open the large shutter style bathroom windows that opened onto the yard to air the room.

Nick was outside trimming the grass an hour later when he heard the shower through the open bathroom window. The windows were almost always closed because the shower was adjacent to them. There were no curtains because the glass was painted for modesty.

Maria had left it open this time to air out the smell of the cleaning solvent, but she needed to shower before she went to pick up the children. From Nick’s perch in the back yard he could see his wife reach out to gauge the water temperature then drop her robe before stepping into the shower. He could see her quite clearly from his vantage point. The yard sloped upward and put him level with the window. Nick stood and admired her torso and her breasts, which sloped out and hung above her midsection like sand dunes over a plain. They were firm and round; yet their size, complimented by her smooth skin, made them look invitingly soft.

“She’s got the nicest tits in the world.” Nick thought. He watched Maria’s breasts rise as she shampooed her hair; he started getting hard watching her as she showered. She looked like an exotic dancer as the soap cascaded down her body.

Nick was expecting Maria to look up and see him staring from the yard. He even waved at her when she turned toward the open window, but she never responded. How could she? Without her glasses she was virtually blind!

“Wow. Someone could stand out here watching her and she’d never know it!” He mumbled to himself. For some reason, Nick felt a little twitch in his privates at the thought.

Maria stepped out of the shower and dried her hair. She was framed in the window like a renaissance portrait. Nick was hard as a rock now and wanted to ravage her. Maria finally noticed him when he called to her as he approached the open window.

Startled, she began to cover her body before Nick shouted, “Don’t do that, I’m enjoying the view!”

“Naughty boy!” Although surprised, Maria was feeling playful and moved closer to the open window.

“Wow, you really do have some seriously nice tits!” Nick howled.

Maria rocked her shoulders back and forth making her breasts sway from side to side.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Nick added in his best Chris Rock imitation.

“Alright, show’s over, I’ve got to get ready soon, bye!” She laughed and moved away from the window, but the sight spurred Nick to ask Maria to leave them open whenever it was appropriate. Much to Nick’s delight, Maria agreed.

Nick noticed that Maria must’ve liked the feeling of the open windows. After a few weeks, they were left open whenever she was sure the children weren’t in the yard. Nick noticed they were even left open while he was away at work. The thought of her alone and naked to the world should have concerned him, but he found it a powerful aphrodisiac instead.

Whenever he could, whether early mornings or late nights, Nick would perch himself outside and watch Maria when she showered. He felt like a Peeping Tom even though he was peeping on his own wife. Since she couldn’t see much without her contact glasses, he wondered if Maria would notice if he took some photographs. To his surprise, he was able to take some really great photos of Maria in the shower. She looked straight out toward him a few times, but showed no recognition of him standing there. Some of the pictures were so good and her figure so beautiful, he was tempted to show someone. He knew he wouldn’t, but his erection grew hard whenever he’d think about another man seeing them. Nick wasn’t sure why this idea was making him so excited because he had always wanted Maria all to himself.

A few weeks after the clandestine photo shoot, Nick and Maria decided to catch up on some landscaping. The kids were at friends again and Maria wanted to plant some new shrubs near the house. Nick planned on mowing the lawn. It was quite hot that day and Nick made sure they opened the shower windows before they began their chores.

“Have something in mind?” Maria teased him.

“Well, one can only hope we have some time left over for, uh?”

“We’ll see!” She squeezed his arm as they readied for their yard work.

Maria looked kind of sultry in her cotton shorts and tank top. She was wearing less than she normally would if she knew someone other than Nick would present, but was subconsciously baiting Nick for later.

As he clipped the trees at his property line Tim, the next-door neighbor, noticed them and started up a conversation with Nick. The two men were not close friends, but were neighborly and helpful to each other. As the conversation went on Nick invited Tim through the thicket between their properties and into Nick’s yard.

Both men stopped briefly in admiration as they moved into Nick’s yard, about twenty feet from Maria. Although normally modest, Maria was sometimes oblivious that her movements could be seen as sexual. She was leaning over the new shrub, her legs locked at the knees as she bent over. The effect was that her fine bottom was high in the air above her body as her breasts were suspended above the shrub. It looked more like an aerobics stretching routine.

It was obvious to Nick what they both were thinking with that pause, but he couldn’t argue with the reason. Maria noticed them, looked up and wiped the dirt off her hands. In her typical tomboy behavior she thought nothing of wiping her hands down her shirt. The dirt and sweat caused the tank top to cling to her body, making the outline of her breasts very apparent and very appealing. Nick thought that Tim might be thinking the same thing.

“Hey, it’s pretty hot, why don’t you take a break?” He cautioned, more for her attire than her health. At the same time, her display, with Tim next to him, made Nick tingle again.

“Good idea. I’m going inside. It’s very sticky out here in this heat. You’d better get that lawn done before it gets too hot.”

“Okay. Go inside and relax. A nice shower will make you feel brand new.” He volunteered, thinking happily about their prior plans.

Maria looked at him quizzically, knowing they opened the windows. “‘Funny he said that with Tim standing there?’” She thought.

Maria made her way into the bathroom and, noticing the open windows, felt a little naughty knowing they might both still be out there.

“‘After he ditches Tim, Nick will get a nice surprise when he wanders back over here!’” She thought wickedly.

While he was talking with the neighbor, Nick’s ears picked up the sound of the shower through the open window. His ears were now tuned to the sound like Pavlov’s dog. He looked over to the house and noticed the bathroom window was wide open. Nick was having conflicting feelings as he stumbled through his conversation with Tim.

“‘Didn’t she realize the window was open? She must. Even though Tim’s out here with me!’”

“Hey, Nick? I think the heat’s getting to you. I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said the past minute?” Tim interrupted his thoughts.

“What? Oh sorry, my mind wanders when it’s this hot.” He laughed. The thought of Maria in the shower while Tim was in the yard made his erection grow. For some reason, thinking of another man seeing his wife in that shower excited Nick and he did something he never thought he would do.

“Hey Tim, come over by the house for a second while I dump some mulch on those new shrubs that Maria planted.”

Tim followed, and as they got closer, Nick lined them up so that they could see Maria. As they came within twenty feet of the house Nick heard, “Oh my!”

Tim stopped himself, not wanting Nick to know that he could see his wife in the shower. It was a very clear view. Nick pretended he didn’t noticed.

“Uh, I’d better get going, Nick.” Tim said nervously. “I’ve got to finish some chores.”

“Just a second while I get this done. Then I’ll come over and give you a hand.” Nick leaned down and worked the mulch around the plant looking up every twenty seconds or so to see Tim staring at the bathroom window.

Tim averted his eyes whenever Nick turned his head up toward him, but he couldn’t help returning his eyes to the window whenever he thought Nick wasn’t watching. Tim watched Maria’s beautiful tits sway as she showered. The lather flowing down her chest was almost too much to take. He could see it cascade over her hips and was amazed at how firm and round her bottom was.

Meanwhile, Maria was about to remove her glasses when she saw her husband and Tim walking toward her. “‘Oh my God!’” She thought at first. “‘I can’t believe it. He’s still with Nick and they’re coming this way!’”

She moved to close the windows before they got too near, but realized it would bring her directly in front of the window just when they arrived. A moment of panic went through her, but by then it was too late to change anything. “‘Would Nick be upset that she left the window open knowing Tim was out there? But he did tell me to jump in the shower.’” Her thoughts conflicted, but their proximity excited her more than she expected. Her nipples grew very hard and a fire erupted between her legs. Maria didn’t know why, she was not attracted to Tim, but the situation was quite exhilarating.

So Maria resigned herself to this display. In fact, she put on a masterful exhibition as she soaped and played with her breasts, gently rocked her tits back and forth while she shampooed her hair, all while trying not to appear as though she had an audience

Nick knew Tim was maybe seeing too much of a good thing when he saw Tim’s expression change to disbelief and start adjusting his crotch. Just as Nick stood up, Maria turned off the shower and opened the shower door. The change in sound caused Nick to turn toward the window and gave Tim an excuse to look over to where he was already looking.

“Oh my!” Tim let out at the same time as Nick was saying, “Oh shit, we left them open!”

Tim spun his back to the window and signaled Nick to follow him.

“Quick, before she sees us!”

“She won’t.” Nick piped up. She can’t see a thing without her glasses.

Tim took that opportunity to turn back just in time to see Maria pull a towel around her head.

“You’re kidding?” He said as he stared in disbelief.

“No I’m not, but that wasn’t an invitation to look more!” Nick feigned incredulously. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to … I was just surprised. I’d better get back, I’ll talk to you later. Sorry about this whole thing!” Tim said nervously. He didn’t want Nick to take out any of his six-foot, one hundred ninety pounds, on him.

In fact, Nick found it surprisingly exciting that Tim had seen Maria. He returned to the house and stood up on his toes looking into the window. Maria was still drying off. He could see her full figure as she combed her golden curls. He shook his head in appreciation as he watched her tight round bottom.

“Maria, the window’s wide open. I could see you in the shower from out in the yard!”

“I know.” She giggled. “Did you like that?”

“Like it? My dick is killing me!”

“I thought you were throwing me a little hint when you mentioned that a shower would make me feel brand new. I really got excited thinking of you out there staring at me.” Maria’s face went from excited giggle to a wanton look by the time she finished speaking.

“I sure did! So did the neighbor.”

“What?” Maria didn’t let on that she knew Tim had seen her too, “What do you mean – not Tim?”

“Well, we wandered over here for a few minutes.”

“I can’t believe you brought him over! Didn’t you see the window open?” Maria sounded like she was admonishing him, but she started feeling all tingly thinking he may have done it on purpose.

“Not until I looked up from the new shrub and saw him staring.”

“Oh my God, how long was he watching?”

“I don’t know, but I wish I was watching as long as he was!”

“Nick, he just saw me naked and you act as though it was no big deal.”

“Maybe it would be, if I wasn’t so excited myself!”

Nick watched Maria’s face change color and her mood change to match.

“Then come inside and I’ll get you even more excited!” She purred as her tongue pressed against her upper lip.

“I have an even better idea. Why don’t you come to the backdoor?”

“Yeah, right!”

“No, really. Just a quick flash.” Nick’s voice grew more serious.

“Someone might see me! Wasn’t Tim seeing me proof enough?”

“I know, but…”

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Sure am.”

“And suppose he comes back out?”

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

When Maria heard that, her loins went on fire. To think that Nick wanted her to expose herself! She would never have imagined doing this, but the episode in the shower had her feeling quite aroused already.

Nick watched as Maria’s nude figure appeared at the backdoor. He motioned for her to open it. Maria scanned the yard, didn’t see anyone other than Nick, and opened the door baring her body to the outside world. Nick’s heart was pounding as his sexy five foot three inch wife stood in the doorway showing her considerable curves in broad daylight. Nick went rock hard instantly. He ran up to the door, took Maria in his arms, and carried her just inside the doorway. He pulled off his shorts and pressed himself against Maria. She responded in kind. The heat was building up between them, as they started kissing and touching.

“I never knew you were such an exhibitionist.” He said as his lips made their way around her neck and shoulders.

“I guess I am now. Do you like that Nick?” Maria said very seductively as she took hold of his manhood.

“I do now!” Nick began to passionately kiss his wife. He pushed her left leg up against her body, and pressed his sex against hers.

“Does it turn you on, exposing yourself like that? Nick’s heavy breath begged her.

“Yes! It… it does.” Her breath was heavy as Nick entered her warmth. “Mmmhh!”

“Is that what you really like Maria?” Nick egged her on as his pace quickened.

“If it turns you on like this, yes!” Maria started losing herself. “Mmmmh! Ooh! Your cock feels so good inside me!”

Nick thrust harder into Maria, lifting her off the floor at one point.

“Oooh! Oh my ffffff… Ggggonna cum.” Maria’s voice echoed through the room into the back yard where Tim was straining to hear more.

Nick couldn’t stop talking about that experience with Maria. She had good memories of it too, but wanted to derail his constant requests for another encounter. It was at this point in their lives that Nick and Maria agreed to allow themselves some fantasy time every few weeks in return for his silence on the matter. They both knew that her exhibitionism was at the root of all the fantasies. “Okay Maria, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to not talk and think about sex all the time if we have one night every so often where we can live out one of our fantasies.”

I slid my head out from Raquel”s cooze and slid my turgid member deep into her cunt. She started to buck instinctively against me digging her nails into my back her legs wrapped around my waist, forcing me into her.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck my cunt!” Raquel screamed as I plowed her like a wild animal. The cries of the other women filled the air as an orgy of lust engulfed the room.

I looked up to see some real guidette slut with big hair and even bigger breasts grab her calves and lift her knees to her chest as her mate fucked her. Her gold necklace bounced up and down with her tits and her tongue hung out her mouth as low guttural sounds emanated from her throat, She tilted her head back and saw me watching her. She stared blankly at me with clouded over slut eyes. “Oh yeaaahhhhhhhhhh. I”m your whore! ughhhhhh argggggh ahhhh, fuck me like a truck stop slut!”

Raquel saw me looking in the direction of the guidette”s cries and tapped me on my shoulder. He pupils were wide with sexual frenzy and I could see that sweat covered her perfect tits as she moved up and down in rhythm with me. “You like that don”t you Sean?” “MMMMmmmmm.” Then she screamed, “I”m your whore! I”m a whore I love your fat cock in me Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!”

I reached under and gripped handfuls of her ass, ramming her into me. Slick with sweat our bodies slid over one another as we fucked like rutting pigs.

Raquel”s breath came in laboring gasps as I pistoned in and out of her. The guidette next to me bellowed as her orgasm swept over her momentarily subsuming every other sound in the room. I heard an onlooker cry out in excitement, “Oh shit!”

Raquel flipped me over and began to ride me. A feral expression played out over her face as she drove her pelvis up and down my cock like a jackhammer. She had lost all pretense of caring about the man under her, using me like a living dildo. She put her hands behind her on my knees leveraging herself as she rocked back and forth, screams of pleasure emanating from her mouth,

My cock was enraptured. I grabbed Raquel”s ass and surrendered to the sensations of her sex as it attacked my cock. I bounced up and down under her matching her rhythm until I felt the semen begin to course through my balls beginning its journey into her womb, Raquel, sensing this, pulled off of me and sat back on her haunches saying, “Come on my face, come on my face! I stood up and placed my cock near her open willing mouth, beating myself till my hand was a blur. I looked up and saw Andrea standing at the railing a smile on her face. Then all my anger towards Raquel burst out of my cock, roping streams of jizz into her mouth. I cried out, my knees buckling, as a wave of pleasure and resentment washed over and out of me. Raquel”s face was covered in my seed and I noted with pleasure she was wiping it out of her left eye. She looked up at me. Smiled wanly, then left.

I walked over to the railing were Andrea was. She laughed and stated simply, “I think you will fit in here!”

“Next installment coming soon.”

But of course it happened again and again. I wondered if now I was actually finding ways to be alone with him, or whether it was him doing that, probably a bit of both I concluded.

He had come to collect Sara, she was late and had phoned to say she would be about an hour.

“Call when the train’s near and I’ll pick you up from the station,” Kevin shouted into the phone.

It hit us at the same time as we stood facing each other in the lounge overlooking the Thames. I could see it in his eyes as I was pretty certain he could see it in mine. The thought sent a shiver through me. Was that of concern apprehension, fear, anticipation, expectancy, excitement or want, I wondered? A little of each I thought as wordlessly we covered the space between us knowing that we were going to be alone in my flat for almost an hour.

How I had the resolve to stop him fucking me I have no idea. Especially when I did not have the resolve to stop him kissing me, to stop him caressing my breasts, to stop him undoing my blouse, to stop him rubbing my boobs through the bra, to stop him easing each tit out of my bra or to stop him pinching and pulling my nipples in exactly the way he knew I so loved them being played with.

It was so dark. But then we were parked in a field out in the country miles away from street lights. On our way to collect Sara from Stansted airport on her return from a skiing trip we heard that her flight was delayed for two hours. It seemed the natural thing to agree to, when Kevin turned off the M11 and said.

“Let’s take the scenic route.”

I knew immediately what he meant by that and what he intended.

After coming so near to having sex with him in my flat I had asked him not to come there any more. It was bad enough letting myself do such things with him, let alone it being in Sara’s and my home.

“What you don’t want me kissing you?” he had said leaning across from the passenger seat in my car as we once more waited for Sara after a tennis match.

“Not in my home, no.”

“But it’s alright out of it, is it?” He said leaning across and kissing me.

“No it’s not alright, it’s downright bloody stupid and ridiculous.”

“But you won’t stop me,” he went on just before pushing his tongue into my mouth as he ran his hand up my jean covered thigh.

I didn’t stop him then, or on several other further occasions when we were in his or my car. Occasions when we kissed for ages, when he undid or rolled up my tops, when he caressed my breasts, when he got them out of, or undid, my bra and when he almost made me cum by pinching, pulling and then sucking my nipples.

It seemed so much more ok in the car. Daft? Yes of course, but then the whole thing of having an affair with your ex is daft, so this was just taking that further. But it wasn’t that it was just less in my face and an invasion of my space, it was also that it was so dramatically more exciting.

I found the idea of going further and further in places where we could easily be caught an enormous turn on. See what I mean about how I had changed?

We were parked right beneath the flight path into Stansted Airport. It really was weird to be lying on the back seat of the RangeRover kissing Kevin and having the roar of a jet right over us every ten minutes or so. Whether it was the uniqueness of that, just how we felt, or the inevitability of the build up, but we went further that evening than we had before.

I made my token resistance when he slipped his hand inside my button up sweater. I said, “we shouldn’t” when he cupped my breasts and rubbed them and I sort of stopped him when he undid the buttons. Stopped him only momentarily though, for when he kissed me again, I had no will to stop him unclipping my bra. No will and no defense or wishes either to stop him taking both my top and my bra off.

I couldn’t believe how fantastic it felt to be in that large car naked above the waist. I still can’t, even though that quickly became a norm for us. But that night was the first time and it felt fabulous. His hands and mouth were everywhere. The soft flesh of each breast and the rubbery firmness of each nipple welcomed his fingers, teeth, lips and tongue. He made me cum and wanted to undo my jeans but there I drew the line and stopped him.

We were, I recognised when I thought about it, having an affair, if two unmarried people can have one of those. It was a very quiet one, one that we could tell no one, especially our daughter, about. It was an odd affair due to that, but also due to my enormous reticence at letting Kevin go further with me. I wanted sex, badly and I saw that he represented a means by which I could satisfy my sexual craving without having to make any form of emotional commitment. In between stolen moments in my flat, firstly, but latterly in our cars, we had talked more and had broadly agreed that there was no way we could ever have a reconciliation. So it was no strings attached sex. And for some reason that didn’t offend my distorted morality. In fact I felt safe with him, not from a fear or physical viewpoint, but morally and emotionally.

But we were like two teenagers. We would take a few steps forward then one or two back. I would relish him doing something then feel guilty so the next time I wouldn’t let him repeat it. He got my bra off and had me naked above the waist in the car, I loved it at the time. Then I worried and thought about it and next time I wouldn’t let him do it; it took three or four more “dates” for me to feel comfortable enough to be topless again in his darkened car in a car park.

He had ran his hand up my leg several times. Well that was a natural extension of “capturing” my breasts. Don’t all men feel that after taking one stronghold they have to fight to take the next? And with a woman, that next after the breasts is at the top of her legs isn’t it? He had to have that, he had to take the next stronghold and capture my warm, wet, smooth womanliness. Yes, after having his way with my tits he had to go for my pussy didn’t he? Truth be known that is exactly where I wanted his fingers. Right up my cunt.

But that took ages. He touched me there a couple of times when I was wearing jeans. The thick material reduced the effect on me and my resistance stopped him undoing the button and zip.

“No, no Kevin, I don’t want that,” I said one evening in May when we had been to an open evening at the school, without Sara.

It had ended earlier than expected. We had an hour to ourselves. I was wearing a yellow blouse and a white skirt, very summery, although it wasn’t that warm. We went to one of our favourite parking spots. It was almost dark, there were no other cars there. The only way in was along a lane, so any lights could be seen for long enough for us to get dressed.

We kissed. I didn’t object when almost immediately he cupped and squeezed my breasts through the blouse. I didn’t object when he flipped the buttons undone, I didn’t object when he slid his fingers inside my bra and I didn’t object when he got my boobs out. I didn’t object, for that is what I wanted. I didn’t object for I was doing virtually the same.

He has a nice, hairy chest and although there is slightly more of a pod than when were married, his body is good. He’s generally lean and taught, for he plays lots of tennis and five a side football, although he’s now really too old for such exertion, and he’s always nicely tanned.

I nuzzled his chest as he took my blouse and bra off. That made me feel excited, aroused, sort of brave and adventurous. To be in the back seat of a car in the dim, but not darkness of mid evening, naked above the waist in a man’s arms really is an incredible sensation. Every time I’m like that with Kevin I have the ironic memories of my affair with David several years ago. A lot of that revolved around sex in cars, something that partly through guilt, but mainly for convenience, I push to the back of my mind.

But of course when Kevin laid me flat on the back seat of the huge RangeRover and sucked my swollen nipple into his mouth all those thoughts flooded back to me. The combination of the excitement of being topless in such a place, what Kevin was doing to me and the memories of my lovemaking with David really did do the most stimulating things to me.

He laid beside me, although half of him was dangling over the edge of the seat. He kissed me, ran his hand downwards and slid his fingers inside the waistband of the thin skirt. His fingertips touched the soft skin of my tummy, it felt nice and I kissed him back hard as I slid my hand down towards his crotch. He was erect, but then he always was. The outline of his long, thin cock felt lovely, it made me want to be fucked, but at the same time scared of going that far with my ex husband.

He took his hand away and ran it down the front of my skirt stopping at my pubic mound. He squeezed me there. I jumped for one of his fingers, fortuitously or by intent, pressed righ on my clitoris. By Christ did that feel good. I groaned with pleasure and want and clung to him harder grinding my lips more firmly on his and squeezing his erection through his trousers.

He was now very clearly rubbing all round my pubes as, at the same time he eased the hem upwards. The very slight chill as my thighs were exposed to the air was a strangely nice feeling.

He moved his hand and put it on my leg some eight or nine inches above my knee. I stiffened for it was obvious what he intended to do. It was, I suppose, as obvious as it was inevitable that he would slowly slide it upwards until his hand cupped my pussy through the flesh coloured thong. A moments fumbling and he had pushed the flimsy gusset to one side. I shuddered as I felt his finger on my warm wetness. I grabbed his wrist.

“No, no Kevin, I don’t want that,” I moaned, although incongruously my hand had slipped inside his fly that he had opened and I was holding his cock through his silk boxers.

“Oh Mands, yes, let me, let me please,” he begged, running his finger up and back the length of my aching slit.

“No, no we mustn’t,” I said adopting once again the rather teenage attitude I had towards sex with him.

He didn’t stop though. He continued stroking me, although he couldn’t do much for I had my thighs firmly closed. He kissed my breasts, sucked my nipples and thrust himself hard against my hand. It was so good. He rubbed my lips and pressed against my clit. It was marvelous. I stroked him harder and he wiggled his finger between my thighs. The feelings were so strong, so powerful and so simply bloody wonderful that I started moaning. I knew I was starting to cum. I felt him reach down and push his pants away from him, presumably so they wouldn’t get in the way of my hand that was now pumping him quite firmly. That felt marvelous as well.

I could feel my resistance waning. I let my thighs open a little as the sensations welled up in me. His fingers slipped between them, right on my blood engorged, soaked pussy lips, it made me jerk again.

“Oh my God,” I groaned.

I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t resist, I didn’t have the strength to hold back. I opened my legs inviting his fingers into me. And boy as he slid two, three or four deep into me it felt absolutely wonderful. I was being finger fucked by my ex husband in the back of his car in a car park and I didn’t give a sod, I was simply loving every second of it.

Kevin raised himself up a bit so he was more kneeling than lying with his fingers still in me. He positioned himself so that my hand that was holding him was about level with my waist, perhaps a little higher. We were both moaning and grunting with the pleasure and excitement we were giving and receiving.

I had been almost climaxing for several minutes. I knew that it needed just a little more stimulation and I would have a full orgasm. I wanted that, I wanted to cum, yes I wanted my ex to finger fuck me to a full climax. And he did just that.

Plunging his straightened fingers in and out of me as he thrust himself against my hand he took me just that little further. That extra little bit, that tad of a distance between a near orgasm and a full one. He held his taught fingers as deeply in me as he could get them as my deep sighs, low animal-like moans and throaty grunts told him I was cumming. I bucked and lifted my bottom from the seat as he pushed further forward and harder into my hand.

I wasn’t quite screaming, for I don’t do that, but it was so awesome that I was very noisy; well in the back of car miles away from anything a girl can, can’t she?

I squirmed and pushed my pussy against the surrogate cock that was giving me such pleasure just as the real cock that was in the surrogate cunt my hand was providing exploded. It sprayed its sticky, warm, starchy, acrid smelling sperm all over my tummy and breasts.

Chapter 5

Balancing the pleasure and excitement I got with the guilt and remorse I felt was difficult, if not impossible. Many times I became determined to stop it with Kevin, but I hadn’t the resolve. In my more logical thinking moments, I could just about reconcile this ridiculous “affair”.

I needed a sexual outlet and this was safer, slightly less emotionally involving and potentially less harmful to Sara, should she find out, than the alternative, which probably would have been a series of lovers. I had tried that and knew that this was the more preferable.

What I wasn’t able to reconcile fully in my mind, though, was the turn on I got from having sex it in the car. I know during the affair with David my curiosity for it was spiked and that led to us not only using the car quite often, but also doing it in fields, in the woods and against trees, but I had put that more down to lack of availability of alternative locations than anything else.

Apart from that, the only other exhibitionistic experience I had had was when I posed for Kevin when we were still married and trying to perk things up. After some persuasion and cajoling I agreed, rather reluctantly I thought, to pose firstly in my underwear then, as we both got used to it, naked. I hated it at first, but after a while I sort of fell in love with the camera. Then, when posing, I got aroused to the extent that we never finished a session, for we always ended up shagging on the carpet. It was great for sex, but it was not enough to save the marriage.

So I accepted it. I became relaxed about the notion that, for whatever reason, I got an extra buzz when having sex with an element of danger of being caught. I even started to fantasise about having sex in even more “dangerous” locations, fields, by rivers, shop doorways, on trains etc. The only problem being, I would smile to myself as my hands were busy on my breasts and between my legs, I don’t have anyone to have such sex with.

Chapter 6

We were going to make love tonight. Not with our hands, not with Kevin cumming on my tits, not with me riding his fingers. No, at last, at long, long last we were going to do it properly and fully. Kevin was going to fuck me on the back seat of his car tonight.

It had taken us about eighteen months to go from that first kiss to now. Eighteen months of experiment, progress and intimacy.

Through the stage where we just kissed, to the period where he used to touch my breasts outside my clothing. That was a short time, for once I had let him touch me like that, there seemed little point in stopping him going further step by step. From sliding his hand inside my clothing, onto my bra, into that, easing my boobs out of the cups then taking the bra off. At first, I would let him take my bra off, but I would put back on my blouse or top. Then came the strange discovery of the turn on I got from being naked above the waist. From that day I no longer replaced my top but revelled in the feelings of my breasts being bare.

It took a couple of months, I guess, before I had a full orgasm, because during the time between me letting him bare my breasts and the orgasm, I wouldn’t’ let him touch me beneath the waist. When, eventually and inevitably, I did however, albeit only outside my clothes at first, the orgasms really did begin to flow. No longer did I then have to go home and relive in my mind my breasts being played with as I masturbated myself to sleep after being in Kevin’s car.

The first time he finger fucked me was amazing, but was only a precursor to other more intimate escapades.

Regularly now I would let him undress me completely. Alright, we always had a blanket close by and usually I had been wearing “quick dress” clothing, such as a baggy dress, that I could rapidly slip over my head in case of trouble, but nevertheless, there was a risk and that had became like a drug to us.

Being totally, bare assed naked in the car, or sometimes in good weather, alongside it was fantastic. There were times and places where he could also strip off, but they were far less frequent than where I was the naked one. That didn’t bother me.

Of course Kevin continually wanted us to go all the way and most times he tried, but I held out for months. I think I knew deep down that we would, but somehow prolonging the moment added to my pleasure. It sort of meant we weren’t really lovers and we hadn’t taken that final step. Strange aren’t I?

But I didn’t prolong the times for oral sex. When we had been married, we spent ages orally loving each other, so it seemed natural that once we had made each other cum with our hands, we should repeat that with our mouths. So we had a few months where that was the main event in his car.

Where I might be lying naked on the back seat, my knees raised my legs open as Kevin knelt on the floor his face buried between my thighs. Where he might be sitting in the driver’s seat, his trousers and boxers round his knees or ankles with me topless leaning over attending to his awesome erection as he caressed and squeezed my boobs. Where, with almost superhuman agility and dexterity, he might sprawl on the back seat and I would straddle his face as we sixtynined to our heart’s content. Where I would suck, lick and stroke him until he was ready to cum. And then he would cum. Cum on my face, cum on my tits, cum on stomach, cum on my ass and cum in my mouth, and yes I would swallow, after all he had been my husband, hadn’t he?

So we had gone through all the preliminaries. We had moved from hesitant kissing to full blown, naked oral sex. We had overcome my resistance to going backwards with a relationship that had failed before and we had resurrected that on a different level. We had overcome the near taboo of having sex with your ex and we had found a new experience of having sex in places where we might be seen. We had built up and built up and now we had reached near to the pinnacle, the ultimate, the peak of our new-found sexual relationship. My ex husband was going to fuck me.

I was to drive to a car park not far from where I live. I would leave my car and there and join him in his RangeRover. We would then drive to a quiet place where we could be disturbed, but not one where that was too likely.

I decided to surprise Kevin. I slipped into a pair of white, fishnet holdups and white patent four inch heels. I looked at myself in the mirror noting my hardened nipples and full breasts that seemed to be quivering with expectancy. I could not resist cupping them, pushing them together and lifting them up so I could bob my head and lick them.

“Shall I masturbate?” I thought reckoning that by doing that I would last longer before cumming when I was with him. I decided not to, but it was a struggle stopping myself especially when I then slipped on the only other garment I was going to wear. That was a thin, yellow, sleeveless dress that came down nearly to my ankles. It had a line of buttons running from the scooped front to the hem. I left three buttons undone so that the sides of my boobs and the loose cleavage caused by me not wearing a bra were clearly shown. Still looking in the mirror I watched, quite fascinated, as my boobs jiggled when I moved. I knew Kevin would love that. Turning and looking over my shoulder as I bent forward and stuck my bum out, I was surprised at how see through the dress was. It was very evident that I was not wearing anything at all under it. I knew that he would also love that.