What to do with Lynnette? Part 1 of 2
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CraCyn55

What to do with Lynnette? Part 1 of 2 By CraCyn55

This is a fictionalized account of a true story with a real ending that you'll have to wait until part 2 for. It is much shorter overall than the last ‘series' of stories that that covered 215 MS Word pages; I hope it's not too short for those who like character development and short enough for those who don't like to beat around the bush. Like I said, the story itself is true, although I have taken literary license in fictionalizing the specific details and names.

Thanks to Doktor Zhivago for the quick look for minor editing.

I was almost frozen with fear and fighting against arousal as my feet and lower body were insecurely planted barely into the informal dining area at the bottom of the stairs while I was leaning around the corner to make eye contact with my husband. Jerry was in the hallway at the top of the short flight of stairs and just preparing to enter the master bedroom. He needed to take a quick shower to get the handy man dirt that clung to his moist skin so we could leave for my company's summer picnic with a friend and work associate of mine.

The ‘friend and associate,' Brian Reynolds was farther into the dining area and behind me; he was kneeling and had just finished pulling my panties down and off my weak and trembling thighs. I couldn't avoid closing my eyes tightly against the visual contact I had been fighting to maintain with Jerry and shuddered as he slid two, then three long fingers into my rapidly lubricating sex.

As soon as he watched Jerry leave the room he had slipped both hands under my conservatively short tennis skirt to knead and caress the soft full cheeks of my ass and press the crotch of my panties deep into my moist crease. I tried in vain to slap his hands away and felt betrayed by my own sexual urgency that was quickly taking over.

I opened my eyes and fought to regain my senses so I could see what had happened to Jerry, and saw him staring back at me, almost as paralyzed as I was. . All of a sudden his eyes became steeled, they had been fixed on an image beyond me and now they narrowed with intense determination. His action was so quick and decisive I was unprepared to react equally, I could only claw at Brian's hands to push him away, but he was much stronger than I and would not be distracted.

Jerry almost jumped all the way down the flight of stairs and wheeled to face Brian so quickly, my molester wasn't even aware of his presence before Jerry grabbed his full head of blond hair roughly with his right hand and brought his left knee powerfully into Brian's upper chest and shoulder. Brian's body was thrown hard in deflection off the heavy dining table and heels over-head backward as he rolled into a stunned heap across the room.

Jerry was on him even before he rolled to a stop and picked him up like a large spiritless rubber dummy. He literally carried Brian back through the room and into the entry like a weightless swimmer and threw him into the closed entry door so hard the wood and glass exploded from the force and disassembled from the weight of Brian's body that had finally become heavy, then his body continued on into the yard and I was truly afraid that Jerry was going to kill him.

Instead of following the limp body into the yard however, he turned on me, and now I feared for my own life. I had never seen Jerry like this, and could never have imagined the intensity, maybe even the violent capacity of the man I had spent almost every day with for the previous six years. Instinctively I brought my arm up in defense against the blow I expected but never received. Instead, those intense eyes drilled into my soul as he said in a controlled steady voice. "You'll need to pack a bag Lynette. I'll call the Fairfield Inn and reserve a room for you. Then he turned, picked up his truck keys and disappeared into the garage.

That was about 4:30, and I didn't even bother to see how Brian was or if he was still even in the yard. We were going to pick up Brian's wife Darlene at their home so we could get to the picnic site by 5:00, 40 miles away, and I didn't know if she was home at the time so she could look after her husband, or if he actually needed an ambulance. I'm afraid my concerns at the time were far more self-centered as I tried in vain to even begin to deal with my own desperate situation. My husband was gone, right then I wasn't sure I even knew who he was, the only thing I was sure of, was that if I was still there when he returned, I may not have been able to afford finding out whom he had become.

The more I tried to deal with the mechanics of packing some clothes for an uncertain stay in a local hotel, away from my home, the more I focused on the little almost trivial and taken for granted details of my life that made me frightened for my future. I had been a working wife, and had been very successful by all standards. I had climbed up through the ranks of sales and marketing to a position with a successful high tech company as an executive and designated corporate spokesperson. Unfortunately my greatest ambition had eluded me since after year six; I was still not a working mother.

We had tried desperately for the previous three yeas to have a child and had recently become serious about the process of adoption. Nothing was found wrong with Jerry, and after to all the tests conducted on me nothing could be found in my condition that would account for our failure, but the fact remained, those eggs of mine refused to play well with Jerry's sperm. We had tried so hard, for so long that, in spite of the discouragement I was sure we would both feel that having our parenthood battle end with divorce or separation seemed to be an unacceptable epitaph to our relationship and an intolerable consequence of foolishness.

Other than the failure to satisfy my deep longing to experience what I considered to be the ultimate in womanhood, most people would probably be envious of my success resume. I graduated from college in communication and after a couple of inconsequential positions in which I archived a measure of success without challenge; I secured an entry level position with the marketing division of a successful up and coming high-tech leader. I honestly suppose my appearance accounted for my rise to fame more than my mind, but I believe I was able to deliver in performance on the opportunities that came through my looks and figure.

I was always very competitive and flourished during my freshman year in college as a JV cheerleader and as an outgoing student who was always in the middle of the social ‘in scene'. This was in spite of the fact that I was not sexually promiscuous; in fact, I was still a technical virgin when Jerry and I were married. I qualify the technicality of that by confessing that I was adventurous, maybe even outlandish without going ‘all-the-way'.

One thing about me, tied into my competitiveness, is that I found it very hard to back down on a dare. It started with my roommates in one of the girl's dorms where we all challenged and dared each other to flash the guys who played football on the spacious lawn outside our building. I got so excited by doing it that I almost came the first time I met eye contact with one of the guys while I was standing buck naked and visible from my head to upper thighs in front of my window.

It became so exciting that I routinely undressed and paraded around my third floor room in the nude. The next year I made sure I got a room on the second floor so I would be more easily seen. When the dorm parents warned us that some of the girls needed to be more careful about their blinds I spent endless amounts of energy trying to find ways to act or behave so that my exposure looked accidental.

When I had first started my little games as a freshman, I managed twice to forget the heavy bloomers that were part of the cheerleader outfits and had to lead cheers in my sheer, almost transparent nylon panties. Just knowing what I was wearing and showing was so stimulating that I was soaking wet. When one of the male cheerleaders did a lift with me and held me above him with his hand cupping my hot pussy, I know I came all over his hand. If he had held me there any longer, my juices would have been flowing and showing down his arm. He looked at me with a naughty smile and winked to acknowledge that he knew what a hot tease I was. He asked me out, but I was too afraid to accept because of what I thought he may try.

I flashed my panties and even my bare pussy to professors as I sat in their classrooms and always allowed guys sitting across from me plenty of views up my skirt between spread thighs. It was during those first two years at college that I learned to masturbate, and did it often. Mostly I did it by myself in front of my open window, but occasionally with roommates in mutual masturbation sessions. On only two occasions, did someone else get me off, or visa-versa?

One time with a roommate who came in unexpectedly and caught me lying naked with my pussy facing the window and my legs spread as wide as possible hoping someone could see me plunging my fingers rapidly in my hot eager sex. I was so overcome with lust already, that when her discovery of me was added to the excitement, a mind-blowing orgasm took over and kept me bucking wildly while she watched.

Lori was so turned on watching me, that she ended up stripping down as well and straddled my head facing my feet as she moved her mouth between my legs and thoroughly devoured my pussy with her mouth. I could feel her tongue on me in such detail it was as though I was watching what she was doing in a virtual image and I was sure I could replicate those sensations for her in her own sexy swamp. We fingered and chewed each other to delirious cum after delirious cum all evening.

I'm sure it was such a momentous night that we would have become sexually co-dependant partners, if she hadn't mysteriously withdrawn from school two days later and returned home. The second and only other person-to-person encounter before Jerry and I started seeing each other was when I ran into Stewart Warren, the cheerleader who lifted me to orgasm during the previous year.

I thought we had both forgotten about the incident and accepted when he asked me to go with him for a hamburger and movie. Things were going fine while we were eating; we had been laughing as we reminisced about the fun, humorous, and unexpected things that happened during games and practices and then he brought up my adventures with panties. I blushed, but felt a tingle between my thighs as I immediately remembered all of the most outstanding orgasms I had had during the previous years.

When he asked me if I still wore the kind of panties that were see-thru or did I wear the tiny G-string style. I blushed and couldn't answer. "I'll bet you have to wear panties with an absorbent crotch." He said. "I felt between your legs once and I was afraid my arm was going to shine under the bright lights from the fluids you left." My mouth shot open in a shocked expression, and Stew just smiled with a wicked expression.

While I sat there blushing and hot, he just looked at me, hoping to catch something in my expression that revealed the effect he was trying to have on me. "Let me see them now, I'll bet five dollars they are soaking wet." He said, continuing to stare through me. As he spoke, and watched, he held out his hand as though waiting for me to hand him something immediately.

I looked at his opened, waiting hand and when its meaning registered, I said in a shocked and strangled voice. "What? You mean right now, right here?"

Stewart just stared, and smiled, and then said three magic words in a challenging tone. "I dare you!"

I had blushed many times in my life, but I had never felt the power of blush, embarrassment, and arousal as much as I did at that time. The thought of being discrete by going into the women's restroom never crossed my mind. If the dare had been to stand on the tabletop and do it with a table dance, I don't know if would have refused. I thought how fortunate it was at least that I was wearing a skirt at the time.

My expression was totally serious, and I was totally turned on as I wiggled down into my seat and slowly pulled my skirt upward. When the hem was about three inches below my pussy, I snaked my fingers up along the sides of my legs until I could hook them into the leg openings of my panties at both hips, then I began pulling them down. I had to lean back against the seat and lift myself so the material could slip between the seat and my ass. When they had safely passed the holding point, I didn't try to disguise my actions at all. I hoped everyone in the restaurant could see the progress of my revealing exposure.

When they were at my feet, and I slipped them over my shoes, I kept my knees spread about 20 inches and used the already damp crotch to mop up the sodden mess that was running out of my steamy hole. I left my skirt pulled up like that and closed my knees only to about 12 inches while I brought the baby blue sheer panties up and laid them openly in Stewart's hand. It excited me to see them sitting there openly, so anyone else could see. I hadn't seen anyone I recognized there, but it wouldn't have mattered, I wanted anyone who was interested to know how daring and sexy I was willing to be.

Stew handled the blue nylon with both hands opening the panties up without making any effort to be discrete. He sensuously rubbed the crotch between his fingers and thumbs and pulled them up to his nose to draw in my full heady aroma, and then he licked at the wet crotch with his pink tongue. I moved my right hand down between my legs and slipped a practiced finger into the depths to pick up the slippery lubrication to make my action against my clit feel better. I closed my eyes and clenched the muscles in my face to show the delicious feelings that were racing through me in the intense climax that seemed to start, build and then carry on and on.

"Beautiful." Stewart said. "God you're exciting. Let's go."

He took my hand and led me from the table on wobbly legs. When I looked back, there was the pile of wet baby blue nylon, fluffed out like a table decoration centerpiece. I flushed with heat and satisfaction feeling wicked, daring and thoroughly nasty, all together at the same time. As we approached the car, he slowed a little and pulled me to him warmly with an arm around my shoulder. He gently turned me toward him and moved his lips to mine, tenderly at first and then with a little more passion while he caressed my back and then moved down to the upper swells of my soft ass.

While holding me there and kissing I noticed his hands in a more purposeful examination of my clothing. His attention centered on the zipper of my skirt and my pulse quickened as I felt him slide it slowly down. The cool evening air on my bare skin was thrilling, but his warm fingers against the soft skin at the top of my ass crack were mind blowing.

His mouth with sensuous kisses brushed along the side of my face below my ear lobe and onto the side of my neck as his hands started to ease my skirt from my hips. We were in a restaurant parking lot and I wasn't sure where we were in relation to the pickup truck we parked when we arrived., but that didn't seem to matter at least to Stewart since he had already started to strip me where we stood.

My body shook and shivered, and not just from the cool air I felt as the skirt fell to the ground around my feet. Shit! If I hadn't already become almost addicted to exhibitionism and masturbation in the safety of my own dorm room, I would have screamed and bolted from the site immediately. I was too intoxicated by the original dare and my own sexual excitement to do anything but stand in breathless anticipation of what was going to happen.

Stew held me close as he as he continued to nuzzle his face into my neck and shoulder while he reached his strong hands around me and caressed the bare quivering cheeks of my ass. He slipped his hands under the tail of my silk blouse and tickled the flesh of my lower back with his fingertips. On upward his fingers danced until he came to and traced the line of my lacy bra strap. He stopped at the clasp and took a secure grip so he could unhook the connecting parts, he was going to continue.

He caressed my whole naked back to confirm to me how close I was to nudity and that he was exercising control over my exposure. He teased the sides of my breasts without moving to fondle them and pinch my anxious nipples, and then he pulled his hands out and brought them to the front, between us and started to unfasten the eight buttons that held it secure. When the buttons were all unfastened, he pulled the two sides apart and stood slightly back to look at my bare flesh, covered only partially by my opened blouse and loosened bra.

Goose bumps covered my hot flesh that was being cooled by the night air and I shivered again as he slid the material back, off my shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. He delicately lifted the shoulder straps of my blue lace bra and drew them off my shoulders as well, and let the flimsy garment fall to the ground with my other clothes. I couldn't believe I was standing there, completely naked except for the shoes I was wearing, in a dimly lit restaurant parking lot. The look on Stewart's face made me drip with lust and his eyes literally glowed with admiration and interest.

He took my left hand delicately in his and slowly walked me to the passenger side of the pickup truck. As I climbed to the seat, he touched me with familiarity for the first time, running his fingers up the inside of my thigh to the soaked lips of my arousal. I couldn't move as he traced the open crease with the tip of his finger and then slid it sensuously inside. My breath caught as I concentrated on his penetration; deeper and deeper he slid his finger into me until he could go no further.

I was half-way into the truck and quickly rising to climax; as I arched my back in need for the release, then he pulled the teasing digit out, leaving me desperate and on the edge. He patted me on the rump, to move me up and into the seat and disappeared. In only a few seconds the driver's door opened and the interior was bathed in light from the dome fixture. Apparently the switch on the passenger door didn't work. I was doubly self-conscious of my nudity as I sat there beside him completely illuminated, since he was still fully dressed.

When the engine thundered to life, the interior of the truck cab was plunged into protective darkness and he backed pulled out of his spot and we slowly left the lot. There was a brief instant of concern as I considered my clothes left in a pile on the asphalt, but it was more for the economic impact at having to replace them than the thrilling danger of not having them available to re-dress in, in the event of an emergency or discovery.

He had to adjust the position of his penis in his slacks due to a certain state of arousal, and then quickly compelled me to spread my thighs so he could look at the wet lips of my pussy swollen with arousal. His gaze kept shifting between my exposed labia and the road as he tried to avoid crashing, and as his bulge grew, I opened the lips with my own fingers and started to masturbate toward the climax I desperately needed.

Needing to be freed from restriction Stewart opened the zip and clasp on his trousers so he could haul his erect prick out into the open. I had seen pictures of flaccid penises in books and magazines, but in spite of my experience in fantasy and masturbation, I had never seen one up close, in the open and live before. I was fascinated with the size and menacing appearance of his hard shaft. It looked almost angry in its rigidity and he pulled my left hand to it so I could feel its heat and energy.

With Stewart's encouragement I started to slide the outer skin up and down, learning to masturbate his thick cock like I did my own sensitive pussy. He was so crazy with lust, he couldn't drive any more and pulled the truck abruptly to the curb, then he placed his hand at the back of my head and started to pull me towards his lap; the closer I came to his penis the more I realized his intent.

I had never taken a male prick into my mouth, I had never even seen one naked in real life before that night, but I opened my mouth as he drew me close and took his excited organ into it. I learned to slide my lips up and down his shaft as the head plunged into my throat and then came almost out of my mouth. This was stimulating me as well and his urgent hand was pulling my ass up as he tried to gain access to the tender wetness between my legs. I pulled my knees under me and rose up so my open pussy was dancing in front of the passenger window. I remember hoping someone would happen by and see my most intimate nakedness on display.

Soon Stew's hips began to buck in the seat as he tried to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I didn't know what to expect but the intensity of his action caused enough concern to make me pull my mouth off of him just as he started to spew a load of hot cum out of the end, all over my face, and as I drew away he continued to spray his juice onto my breasts and even into my hair. My climax had started, and was cut short at the separation when I got into the truck, so I was left feeling less than totally satisfied.

With Stewart's sexual release, he finally broke into smiles and started to tell me how wonderfully I had done. I was pleased that I had done well, but still feeling some frustration as I leaned back against the door and opened my legs so I could finish getting myself off. Stew continued to smile as he watched a dream come true, a beautiful naked woman sitting open and masturbating for his amusement. My exhibitionistic nature loved having a hot pair of male eyes so close as I worked my fingers around and in my hot pussy. It took very little time to bring myself back up to the edge and then push me over it as I stroked my erect clitty to a powerful orgasm.

Finally satisfied, I was able to think rationally about the situation and became anxious wondering how I was going to get myself back into my dorm without any clothes. It was almost midnight, and I was self-conscious about myself and the predicament I was in, and showed my concern as I searched around for something to put on. Stewart just smiled at my discomfort until I started to get angry with him and demanded that he help me find a solution. He moved me out of the way and pulled the seat back forward, then he searched around in the dark until he retrieved a plastic package containing a yellow rain slicker that had never been opened. He flipped the package to me and said. "Here, maybe this will help."

I tore the package open and pulled the slicker open so I could slip it on. When I fastened it up, it was a little loose, probably a man's size, but it also covered only half of my thighs; people would be able to tell I was probably naked underneath. Stewart drove me to my dorm and parked outside. My concern was turning to anger as I considered the economic waste of literally throwing my clothes away, and started to blame him in for my loss. He saw my growing attitude and opened his door to get out. He rummaged around in the back, apparently putting something into a bag and then threw the plastic shopping bag at me still sitting inside.

"Here, you can tell people that your clothes got messed up somehow and you had to bring them back in a bag."

I looked into the sack, expecting to see dirty cleaning rags, and saw my clothes. Everything was there except for the blue panties that had been left on the table at the restaurant. My mouth opened in surprise, but nothing came out. I could have hidden somehow and re-dressed so nothing would look suspicious, but I thought with a smile, that I now liked the idea of the concocted story if anyone questioned my bare legs under the yellow slicker. In fact I even un-snapped the bottom two snaps so I ran the risk of showing my pussy hairs if I wasn't careful.

With a big smile on both our faces, I climbed from the truck and gave Stew a sexy little kiss as I thanked him for a fun evening before I scampered into the dorm. The whole evening had been erotic and exciting, and I'm sure if our relationship had grown from that first date, my life would have taken a very different and probably promiscuous path. Somehow, something in me didn't really want intimate sexual excess with a guy like Stewart, and he didn't continue to beat down my door. I even worked hard to bring my personal sex fantasy life under control, probably due in large measure to a stern warning from the dorm director due to one of the girls complaining about my tendency toward open windows and nudism.

Several months later I met Jerry, and we started a very romantic and wonderful courtship. Jerry was the perfect gentleman, teaching me to respect myself the same way he did. Our love grew deep and our friendship blossomed to become what we both thought was the foundation for a strong and lasting marriage. All together our courtship lasted almost eight months and the feeling of love based upon respect helped me set aside the fantasy, masturbation and exhibitionism that had almost dominated my thoughts before meeting Jerry.

All of the fairytale princess things I had imagined and dreamed about in romance as a young girl were coming alive in my life and we were both completely excited about the long future we expected to share as we exchanged our wedding vows in a beautiful church wedding. Our extended families loved each other and everything was perfect for several years. Both of us were virgins on our wedding night and we thought our sex life was perfect, even if it was somewhat conservative.

As I said earlier, I had graduated in communication and we both found ourselves immersed in career paths as we built some financial security and waited prudently to start our family. It wasn't until we started to try to get me pregnant in earnest that things started to grow uneasy. After many long months and numerous unsuccessful home pregnancy tests, we were both nervous as we were tested medically and were frustrated with the lack of answers to our childless condition.

Other factors started to exercise influence in our sex life as well. Jerry was getting busier in his work every day, and still didn't seem to be advancing in his career as fast as me. In addition, our emphasis on the technical aspect of conceiving a child seemed to take from the romantic and erotic association of intimacy, this along with Jerry's concern about keeping up with me professionally made him doubt whether or not I was as sexually attracted to him as I had claimed to be earlier in our relationship. Apparently since I didn't come around sniffing as often, gave him the notion that I wasn't interested, and when I tried to take more initiative he sometimes felt almost hurt and said he didn't need pity sex, and that I was not ‘really' interested.

This really bothered me because I thought if anything, inside I felt the exact opposite. I was almost 30, and you know what they say about women in their 30's and sex; their sex life supposedly peaks at that age, while the typical male sexual peak occurs at 18, and by 30 some men are slowing down. I admit I was uncertain, I know I was disappointed to not be able to get pregnant, and I'm sure I couldn't hide it well, but I was also somewhat reluctant to push Jerry to a more active and ‘liberal' attitude towards sex.

The company I represented wanted me to start traveling more, particularly when we were involved in a trade show or large national, high profile, sales negotiation. As I traveled and grew, we continued to try in vain to have a family, and it seemed like Jerry and I grew further apart sexually. The more frustration I felt at home with Jerry, the more I started to rely on my own resources. At first whenever I traveled, the first thing I would do in my hotel room was open the curtains wide, and they would stay that way until after I had checked out and left the hotel. I didn't do anything particularly outlandish To begin with, other than undress normally in my room, inviting anyone who may be outside the window to be a proverbial fly on my bedroom wall.

As time went on, I became more overt, inviting any observer to watch by stripping naked in front of the window, and letting them know they were completely welcome to look. I started masturbating on top of the covers so my audience could watch, and even started to look for opportunities outside the room to flash or be seen in some intimate way. I would go to the ice machine wearing nothing but a towel, and somewhere along the way let the towel unwrap so I would be naked in the hallway or vending area.

I would go to the pool and when I stood in deeper water, push my bikini bottoms down so I could masturbate there in the water without letting people that I could see, hear or even talk to know what I was doing. I would let the bottoms settle around my feet so I could pull them up if necessary, and a few times I left them there while I swam to the other end and back hoping someone saw before I recovered them and slipped them back on. This was fun and felt daring and I always came several times in the process.

When I was not traveling, if I was restless at night, I climbed out of bed, leaving Jerry there asleep and went down to the front room. That room was furnished formally and the windows were covered only by two-inch wood blinds that we normally kept open anyway but could also be pulled up to completely uncover the window. There was a street light outside that always illuminated the room at night, and I would slip off my nightgown and stand naked in front of the window or recline on the couch facing it while I masturbated until I came enough to grow tired and ready for sleep. One time I fell asleep open and exposed, with a softly humming dildo buried deep in me and remained that way until after 5:00 AM. I was terrified that Jerry could have easily discovered me. How in the world would I explain my nudity, let alone the hummer in me?

If my workday was busy and intense, I would frequently pull my skirt to my waist, push down my panties and stockings, and frig myself to multiple climaxes on my 30-minute drive home. That's where I eventually got into trouble. One day, a few months before Jerry caught Brian with his fingers buried deep in my pussy; I had left work after a hard day and had been wearing a nice conservative pant-suit. I felt that all too familiar itch while I was walking to my car, and unzipped my slacks on the way.

I was ready to slip into the car seat when a wicked thought raced through my mind. I had walked from the building late, when most of the other employees had already left, and I was parked in a more remote area having left for lunch earlier and finding it difficult to locate a spot closer to the entry when I returned. I knew how difficult it was to work my slacks down while sitting in the car so I took a quick security scan of the area to make sure I was out of sight from anyone who could still be around and then I slipped my thumbs into the waist of my pants and pushed them down.

When my pants were at my feet I stepped out of them and then threw them into the back seat through the open door. It was exciting having my bottom covered only by my sheer panties, but not exciting enough; I scanned the area again quickly and then pushed my panties down as well and took them off. Now with a naked fanny I was really turned on and ready for fun on the road.

When I'm really into playing with myself I like to pinch my nipples as well, and that was challenging with everything I still had on. I shivered with lusty desire again as I quickly fumbled all of the buttons of my blouse open, and then held my breath as I quickly slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms. I un-clasped my bra and slipped it off as well, finally sitting there completely naked for a moment before slipping partly back into my blouse without buttoning it up. I started my car and cautiously drove from the employee lot looking one more time to make sure no one had seen me, but thrilled at the possibility someone had.

I worked my way to the freeway and then settled into serious work with my fingers to start bringing me off. I didn't notice the SUV that was gaining on me in the lane to the right. I didn't even notice it as it slowed and kept pace with me while I was lost in masturbation. It wasn't until it started to move slightly ahead that I looked over and saw Brian Reynolds sitting behind the wheel. I panicked as I saw him look knowingly in the direction of my car. He was too far forward to effectively see inside my car, but he wasn't a moment earlier, and then he turned to look back into my face. And I flushed with tension as we looked directly at each other.

Then I realized he wasn't just looking at me, he wanted to make sure I had recognized him. He must have lightly applied his brake because he was suddenly back directly beside me, looking at my naked cumming body before I could react defensively. My blouse was still pulled back, so from his elevated position he could probably see my naked breasts, my bare tummy and my busy fingers. I shook and trembled all over as I came violently for both of us from the sexual intensity that overtook me as someone I knew well was watching me in this erotic act of personal satisfaction. My body bucked up to meet my thrusting fingers as I came powerfully, and I hit my brake to slip behind him so I could bail off of the freeway and find a place to stop, dress and then get the hell out of there.

My mind was in a whirl and I started to cry as I considered in detail how badly incriminating all of this had been to me, to my career, maybe even to my marriage. I cursed at myself for how stupid I had been to take such risks. The driving risk alone on a freeway was enough to make me wonder if I was mentally unbalanced. I don't know how I was able to get through the preparations of our evening meal, and I must have looked frazzled throughout the evening and wondered what Jerry was thinking as he watched me deal with all my emotions and uncertainty.

I couldn't sleep well and even though I dressed for work as usual and left the house as I normally did, I quickly returned when Jerry was gone and called in sick. I stayed home and did everything I could to paint a normal picture in my own mind of the previous day's commute home. Try as I may, I couldn't make what happened seem less obscene and bizarre. I couldn't begin to imagine how I was ever going to face Brian again at work. I knew I wouldn't be able to look him in the eye without feeling absolutely naked, and the more I thought about it, the less I felt able to defend or explain my behavior. As the day went on, I considered quitting or requesting a transfer so I would be less likely to ever run into him again, but ultimately I realized I was going to have to face whatever he might throw at me.

When I went back to work the next day I was petrified to go to the staff meeting I knew he would also attend. I was sitting in my favorite seat around the conference table when Brian sat down next to me. I started to hyperventilate and became dizzy as I tried to find the strength to acknowledge his presence. He said hi in the most normal way, and as the meeting progressed to conclusion there was not the slightest indication anything had ever happened. After the meeting was over, he was still courteous and polite and I started to hope that he had not recognized me after all.

Day after day it was the same; no indication at all that he had seen my lewd behavior, until about two weeks later. I was just leaving when he came back in from the parking lot with an exasperated look. When he saw me walking toward him, his expression lit up and he asked. "Lynn, thank heaven you're still here, are you on your way home?"

"Yes I am." I replied, and then he asked almost in desperation if I would mind giving him a lift since his SUV was broken down. Without thinking of the possible consequences I said, "sure, no problem. Is someone going to come back with you and help you get it home?"

"The dealer just hauled it away." He said, and as we started to walk to my car I realized how difficult this could get. I had stopped worrying about whether he had seen me, and assumed if he had he didn't know it was me, or maybe somehow he didn't care? During the two weeks since the incident, I had gone from the point of being scared to death about what might happen at work to making my exposure while driving naked a powerful and favorite masturbatory fantasy.

We talked openly about trivial items for a few minutes as we became comfortable with one another, and then Brian somehow grew silent and seemed to be somewhere else in thought. When I could tell he wasn't listening any longer, I looked at him and then asked simply, "What?"

"Huh, what do you mean?" He asked. "Oh, I was just visualizing a fantasy." He added.

Without thinking I asked him to explain. He told me he had always fantasized about looking into the cars around him and seeing a hot woman, carried away in erotic thoughts and sexual fantasies that made her careless and opened her up to exposure. "That's why I drive an SUV with a lift kit. So I can sit high enough to see into other cars. I love to see women with their skirts pulled up so I can look at their bare legs. When you agreed to give me a lift I hoped you would want to drive the way you did a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh my god, you did see me." I cried as my fingers gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. "I don't know what to say Brian, I'm so ashamed." Tears filled my eyes as I fought to retain control of the car and attention on what I was doing while I dealt with the release of emotion that had built up since he had seen me.

"Hey don't get upset Lynette." He said. "You don't realize how much I enjoyed seeing you that way. The last thing in the world I would do is say anything or do anything to make you feel bad about that. I've dreamed about that sight for as long as I can remember and haven't been able to forget it since. That it was someone I know and think of as highly as you just makes it that much more amazing. You need to know that you are the most exciting woman I know. I've always dreamed I could meet or at least see woman that exciting, but I've found that even those who are professional exhibitionists do it only for the economics. I always look, but never really expected to see genuine sexuality like that, I'll never forget it."

"Oh thanks." I said, sarcastically. "That's all I wanted to hear; that you would never forget it."

"Don't be like that. I don't want you to be upset or to stop; I want you to know how much I enjoyed seeing you. I wish you could pretend I was invisible and let yourself go again." Brian said and the impact of what he was asking didn't really sink in. "Why don't you show me how you manage to get carried away while driving? I promise I won't make you wreck, I'll just help keep a lookout. You'll even be safer, isn't that a good idea?"

"Please Brian, don't ask; I just don't think I'm ready for that yet." I responded. "I appreciate your compliments, but I just don't think I'm ready to do anything. I'm married and don't want to have any problems. Aren't you married too?"

"Yes, I am married," said Brian. "And I don't want any problems either. I don't want to have sex with you, I just want to watch you, and see ‘more of you', if you know what I mean? Look Lynn, I'm not going to blackmail you or anything, forcing someone to be sexy doesn't make sense to me. I don't want to cause problems; I just think we have interests that complement each other. I like to watch, and you like to be watched, or at least run the risk of it. I don't want to screw up my marriage, but my wife is so conservative and up tight about sex, I could never get her to do the things you seem to like to do. I really just want to watch you."

I couldn't do anything as I listened to his words and stared at the road ahead of me, and I couldn't prevent the sexy feelings rush through me as I listened to him. What he was saying and suggesting made the blood drum in my temples and my breathing become shallow and dizzying.

"At least let me look at your legs while you drive." Brian said in a hushed voice laced with arousal.

My thighs rubbed against each other as I became more aroused and I gripped the wheel tightly with my sweaty hands, until I finally brought a tentative hand to my lap and finally began to gather my skirt and pull it up. My nipples were so hard they felt like they were going to burst and I pretended in my mind to be held over a barrel by the discovery of my indiscrete actions, weeks before, as my imagination started to beg for this compelled exposure.

I had to wiggle in the seat and continue shifting my weight to facilitate the upward movement of my skirt. I think I could have stopped with the hem half way up my thighs, but I continued. I tugged it here and there until I was no longer sitting on any of it. I thought Brian could see the sheer black panties I was wearing; I knew I could when I looked down, and I let my thighs part a few inches so we could both see well.

Neither of us spoke as he pretended to be invisible and I let myself get into what I was doing. I eventually tickled my fingers up my thighs, enjoying the sensations and exposure. When I made contact with the fabric of my panty, I sucked in a breath and then gently traced the lips of my pussy and the moist slit between them through my panty crotch. I wanted badly to slip my finger way up into my wet hole, but held off as long as possible.

"Do you take off your panties?" My invisible passenger asked, so quietly it was almost as though it was from my own imagination.

I didn't answer; I just brought my thumb to slip into the waist of my panties and started to push them down. I did the weight shifting thing again as I worked them down, out from under me and off my legs until they were at my feet. I slipped out of them and then picked the panties up and placed them in Brian's lap. With my sex open and exposed to my watcher, I built impatiently to serious masturbation so I could get to the cum I so desperately needed. By the time I came noisily, Brian had released his throbbing penis and was cumming all over the interior of my car as well. I looked briefly at his organ and froze. He was huge, and I kept my pussy clamped tightly in my hand as I imagined how it might feel.

He had given me directions to his house and we were nearing his exit so I tugged my skirt down a little so my pussy was now in peek-a-boo hiding. He could probably see my exposed lips if he leaned forward or if I moved my legs, but otherwise he could see no more than the dark hair of my bush. Brian re-secured his softening giant penis in his pants and refastened them. He broke his silence in giving me the final directions to his house, and as we sat waiting for the light at the entrance to his road he leaned over and gave me a kiss to say thank you.

It wasn't wet and soggy, but he did slip me a little of his tongue for intimacy and slipped his warm hand between my thighs to press against my satisfied pussy. "Thank you." He said sincerely. "Keep this warm and satisfied." He added pressing noticeably against my slit. I had parted my thighs for him and my lips opened up so he was pressing against the moist inner surface in a very intimate way when he said it. We pulled up to his house and he got out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and memories.

I drove on home and wondered how far this thing with Brian might go. I was content with his assurance that he didn't want to upset his marriage or mine and felt certain it would involve nothing more than this nasty but innocent sex play, but still the image of his large cock made me dizzy and kept me very wet.

We both traveled for the company and it wasn't long before we found ourselves going to the same event in Orlando. We ended up in different hotels that faced each other, and as we exchanged information about our room locations, we found that our rooms looked out at each other. In the sexy banter we had shared since the ride home, I had confessed to him before my habit of leaving my curtains open when I traveled, and he made me promise not to close them just because he was across from me. He had already accurately guessed which room I was in because of the open window he had seen shortly after we had both checked in, and had even watched me change clothes for dinner before we exchanged room information.

We had dinner together the first night and then said goodbye and went our separate ways. When I got to my room I was excited, knowing he had already watched me and would be at his window again, not to mention the possibility of other guests being able to see me as well. I turned on the lights and went to the middle of the room facing the open window and started to undress. Everything I removed added to my own excitement until I was finally standing there completely naked. I moved and posed in front of the glass bending over and pulling my cheeks apart to open me up to his anxious eyes.

I lay on the bed with my pussy facing the window and masturbated unashamedly until I drifted off. I woke up at about three in the morning and climbed under the sheets after finally switching off the lights so I could get a few hours of sound sleep before 7:00 am. I had to hurry to get in and out of the shower in time to get to the restaurant for our 8:00 breakfast.

It was a busy day, and there was little time available for playtime pursuits until a larger group of us met for dinner. Brian sat next to me during our meal, and got me to remove my panties while sitting there at the table. The sexual banter and teasing continued throughout the evening and I found his fingers between my thighs often as he played with my pussy. I was turned on something fierce and wanted to cum badly, but he wouldn't bring me all the way off. Before taking me back to my hotel, he wanted to show me what he could see from his room.

As we went to his 12th floor room (I was on the 10th) we were alone in the elevator and he pulled up my skirt and fingered my pussy like he had all evening. I was panting hard when the bell rang and as we started walking down the hall, he started to undress me. I was so excited I let him and we left articles of my clothing all along the hallway to the room. I was naked before we got to his door and when we got inside, he moved me to the window and stood behind me as he pointed out my room. He had not turned on the lights, but we were still illuminated from the lights on the other building as we stood close to the glass.

I leaned against the window and he fondled my nude body from behind as he brought me closer to orgasm. He lifted my left leg to rest it on the coffee table beneath the at our side and then he knelt behind me. He concentrated his lustful attention on my ass and pussy and had me tilt the angle of my pelvis to make my wet slit accessible to his mouth and tongue. Even though I was completely lost in arousal, I was shocked when he kissed and licked at my open pussy, then he drove his tongue deep into me and chewed on my sensitive flesh.

When Jerry and I were married, he wouldn't go down on me. In spite of the fact that our church didn't come right out and declare oral sex a sin, they said things about it that made him feel uncomfortable. When I became curious and interested after watching a porn flick on hotel pay per view, I remembered that he had said years earlier, that it was dirty and un-natural, and that any respectable woman would refuse to have anything to do with it. He held the same view toward sucking on his penis, so the only one that had been in my mouth was Stewart's that single time before I met Jerry. I was reluctant to suggest we experiment sexually in any other way after he had expressed his strong opinions, and because he never made an effort to be adventurous or original.

God what Brian did felt good, I couldn't believe how wonderful and wicked it felt as I almost raced to a shaking climax. Instead of letting me relax and mellow out in afterglow as I leaned against the glass, Brian continued to tease me lightly until I felt my need waking up again. While I was lost in the sensations of sexual foreplay, Brian had removed his clothes, but I didn't sense his nakedness until he stood again and embraced me from behind. The feel of his naked skin on mine was electric as I finally sensed where this was likely to end up. As he leaned into me I felt his large member rising between my legs.

I couldn't see his penis, but from what I could remember and feel, it was much larger than Jerry's. I moved my hand down to touch it and it was huge. In the few porn flicks I had seen while alone in my hotel room, I was amazed at how large some of the actor's members were. I thought it had to be trick photography or that the guy was some kind of a freak of nature, but here was one in the flesh that would rival any I saw on the screen. I sucked in my breath and felt dizzy wondering when he was going to push it into me.

I couldn't let go of his tool as I stroked and fondled it to learn its detail. "That feels good." Brian breathed into my ear. "Do you like it?" Silently I nodded my head yes. "Do you want it in you?" He asked and after a pause I nodded again. "Guide it in for me." He said, and I lifted onto my tiptoes as I slid it up and down my gash, and then pushed the head into my wet opening.

"Oh shit." I said, as I pushed back against the organ to slide myself onto it. Completely lost in lust and so dizzy I could barely stand I tried to suck his monster into my hole. "Oh god, push it in, push it all in please. Shit, fuck me with that big beautiful cock, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh yeeeeeesss. That's it." I drawled out as I felt it slide all the way into me. Then he pulled back out and pushed in again until he built a rhythm for sex that drove me wild. I had never been fucked like this in my life, I never knew a cock could feel like this. We weren't making love. He was fucking the shit out of me, and I was fucking him.

I was in a dream and started to cum as soon as I felt him all the way inside me and it seemed like I came again and again every time he thrust his long fat prick into me. Brian had great stamina as he thrust that big beautiful shaft into me over and over for ten minutes at least before he increased his urgency and tempo as his balls boiled up to spew his sperm into me. By the time he was ready to cum he was lifting me off the floor each time he plunged in, and I screamed in ecstasy as he pumped stream after stream of hot potent cum deep inside my pussy.

I stayed there with him in his room that night and we fucked over and over all night long. He showed me every position imaginable and he filled me with his cum at least four times. I have no idea how many times I came. Far more than I ever thought possible. At about 4:00am, he sent me to the ice machine naked while he went toward the elevator to see if my clothes were anywhere to be found. I got the ice, but my clothes were gone.

After we showered that morning, I gave him my keycard that somehow I had hung onto and he went to my room to get some clothes for me to wear. When he got back he had brought a good selection of lingerie and not a lot else. I had to go back with a bra that looked a little like a bikini top and pair of shorts. He kept the other lingerie saying that I would need to come back and put each article on to model them one piece at a time for him before I could take them back to my room. Before I left he said, "By the way, your message light was blinking."

All the way back to my room I worried that Jerry might have tried to call me the previous night and I was in total anxiety before I finally called home and caught Jerry before he left for work. No, he hadn't called, but he wondered why it was that I had not been in my room to respond to the message until morning. Shit, I had given him cause for concern needlessly. Well I guess ‘needlessly' was up for question. I had cheated on my husband, all night long, and I was afraid I would end up doing it again.

The next night was our last on the trip and Brian walked me to my room. This time he didn't undress me in the corridor, but he did bring the lingerie I left with him that morning. He said the condition for getting it back was the same. For the next 40 minutes I paraded to and from the bathroom where I put on a lingerie fashion show for him one single item after another. Either my pussy or my tits were on display all the time and my lust rose and rose until I dripped juice as I walked around the room almost naked.

As we got to the end of the modeling pieces, Brian started to undress and was wearing less and less each time I came out and paraded. When he was naked and I was wearing my last bra, he threw me on the bed and climbed over me. He knelt over my head as he fed his big dick to my mouth. I had sucked on it numerous times the night before and I knew my job was to make it bob with arousal. When he pulled out and moved down to kiss my pussy I was already writhing in ecstasy when the electricity of sex was shattered by the ringing of the phone.

In panic, I picked up the receiver and heard Jerry's voice. I think the suspicions from the morning call prompted him to call that evening. In desperation I tried to get Brian to back away, but he wouldn't go even as I pounded desperately against his head. Brian finally looked up at me and just smiled wickedly. While I was trying to respond to Jerry's questions, Brian was working his way up my body. He reached under me to find the bra strap closure I was laying on and un-hooked it. As I tried to resist he pulled it off so I was completely naked and then he sucked noisily on my nipples while I tried to hide the sounds from Jerry.

I had to tell Jerry I had just showered and was struggling to get dried off, and that the TV was on in the background. While Brian was trying to dive me mad with sex Jerry tried to carry on a normal conversation with his wife. Brian was probing at the entrance of my pussy with his big rod and whispered not as quietly as he should that he was going to fuck me better than my husband ever had with his big fat cock. As he pushed his meaty shaft deep into me I had to bite my knuckles to keep from screaming out in lust and finally told Jerry I had to go put something on, that room service was knocking on the door. I would have to call him back.

I tried several times to get the phone back into its cradle before it fell from my hand to the floor. I prayed that Jerry had already hung up but was too far gone to be able to stop what was happening. Brian plowed his thick penis in and out of me so fast the bed was banging into the wall and I was screaming as I came over and over. Again Brian and I stayed together for hours as we fucked and fucked long into the night.

The next day we checked out and prepared to leave in the afternoon, and on the way home Brian and I were able to talk about what had happened. Neither of us had intended for things to go as far as they did, but we couldn't undo what had happened. I was determined to make it up to Jerry and he was determined to stay with his wife. The thing I couldn't escape was the monotony and preoccupations Jerry and I had let slip into our own sex life. Try as I may, I couldn't loosen him up and this was now much more frustrating because I had discovered how remarkable sex could be.

Maybe the illicit nature of our adultery made it seem more remarkable than it really was but the impressions and memories were real. At the same time the love that had been in my life with Jerry was still real and I didn't really want to find sexual fulfillment outside my marriage with someone else, I wanted to find it with Jerry. In spite of the distractions we tolerated and the disappointments we felt in trying to get me pregnant I wanted our struggles to be resolved together.

My god I thought; in all of our fight for pregnancy, there was no conclusive evidence that either Jerry or I had physical problems that would prevent pregnancy with other partners if we weren't together. I had been screwed silly for two days, and Brian had pumped more potent seed more deeply into me than any man had ever been. We had long since decided that birth control was unnecessary. What if I was pregnant with a Brian baby? How the hell could we ever deal with that on top of everything else?

I had felt the disappointment for so long, the idea that I could possibly be pregnant was both electrifying and terrifying at the same time. By the time our plane had landed and I was on my way home, I had only managed to get more confused about my life and what I had done, and more uncertain about how I was going to be able to resolve the many problems and complications that filled it. The biggest thing that bothered me was how much I had enjoyed being thoroughly fucked by Brian. I don't think his large cock was the single source or cause of my excitement, but I think it became the symbol of it, so it also became my fixation, and I knew I would be vulnerable when he offered it to me again.

Psychologists have argued for years that the constant pressure of guilt was actually a subordinate cause for repeated offense. When something occupies your mind for a longer period of time, you are more likely apt to repeat the thing that caused the guilt. Clinical professionals have argued against religionists for decades that the best way to change or modify inappropriate behavior was to remove the issue of guilt. We have become a much more permissive society as a result. Religion, on the other hand maintains the best way dispose of guilt is by or through the process of repentance, and then abstinence.

I honestly questioned my own resolve to go through a humbling process of confession and repentance so I could be forgiven and forgive myself and move on. Especially since I couldn't separate the mental preoccupation of my guilty conscience from the fantasy and memory of Brian's wonderful fucking. Even as I drove home vowing to be a good and moral wife, I couldn't get the symbol of Brian's beautiful cock out of my mind. I pushed my pants and panties down and masturbated over the image of his thrusting prick all the way home to Jerry.

I was happy to see Jerry's car at home when I arrived and ashamed of the things foreign to our marriage that had dominated my attention on the drive from the airport. I pushed the guilt aside and rushed into the house to find Jerry. I surprised him while he was cooking up a light snack to take the edge of appetite since we had planned to go to dinner after I got back from Orlando. He gave me a sweet but brief kiss, and looked deeply into my eyes as he asked. "Do you realize how much I love you Lynn?" I was surprised and touched by the warmth in his voice as I responded that I thought I did, and that I loved him just as deeply.

"Do you?" He asked, there seemed to be a look of, I don't know, uncertainty, in his eyes for a brief moment, then he patted me on the behind and told me to get dressed so we could get an early jump on the Friday night dinner crowd. Jerry had asked me specific questions that related to details of the Orlando trip that made we wonder if he had any suspicions concerning it, but I thought that my guilty conscience might have been making me read things into his questions that weren't really there and dismissed my worry.

Over the next few days, he asked about earlier trips, and how I spent my free time on them. Did I usually go out to dinner with work mates or did we entertain customers. When I had time on my hands, did I sit around my hotel room and watch pay-per-view or did I go sight seeing? I couldn't imagine what the source of his curiosity was, and it almost made me feel defensive as I tried to answer his questions. When he wanted to know why I didn't call him back at the end of my trip to Orlando until the next morning, after I had cut off our phone call the night before. I couldn't very well tell him it was because Brian was pushing his big prick into me and that he had fucked the shit out of me over and over until after 3:00 AM, so the morning call was the best I could do.

The doubts and suspicions that were surfacing only seemed to add friction to our relationship and increased my feelings of guilt, so the normal effort to be close in our relationship didn't seem to be improving. Over the next week at work, my thoughts were interrupted often by memories of the two wild nights of sex in our hotel rooms, but I tried to push all recollection of that aside and out of my mind, and when I was at home so Jerry he and I both worked harder on our relationship. Maybe that says a lot, marriage was getting to be more and more like ‘hard work'.

I tried to avoid Brian because I was so uncertain about my ability to resist him if he came onto me; then I started to wonder why he hadn't, and eventually I couldn't stop hoping he would. "Let's go to lunch." He said, late in the week as he approached me from behind in the hallway. He took hold of my arm and then spoke the words close to my ear so I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. I shivered under his touch while my nipples sprang to life.

His words weren't a suggestion, or a command; they were a reference to a state of being, something factual, and something that was going to happen and I knew a lot more than lunch would take place as well. My pulse raced and my flesh shivered as we walked out together to his SUV. As we drove out of the city, he looked at my legs, not at me, and I remembered his fantasy about being invisible. I knew I was supposed to undress and started without being told to. The first thing I did was pull my skirt up so I could take off my panties. I dropped those in his lap as if they were a deposit on me, and then proceeded to take off every stitch of clothing I had on.

Everything went into the back seat, out of sight, out of mind. With me already naked he pulled off the freeway into a deserted rest stop, then he moved his seat all the way back and reclined it. His pants were already open and he pushed them and his underwear down to free his lust-hardened cock. The raging purple monster I remembered stood straight up looking like it was already to shoot cum. I moved over it and licked at the head, shiny from his pre-cum, then I opened my mouth as wide as possible to slide it over the angry end.

He was too large to take much inside my mouth but I did my best as I moved up and down to make him cum. When he started to rise up to meet my strokes I started to back away, but he held himself in my mouth and forced as much of his meat into my throat as possible until I felt him jerk and shoot a large load of sperm into the back of my throat. I choked on the fluid that ran into my tummy and coughed as I struggled for breath. My alarm dissipated as I pulled back and pleasantly thought how this nasty fluid wasn't too bad after all.

I had already become desperate to feel his prick slamming into me again before he even took my arm, so I scrambled to climb on top of him since his meat was still hard. I slid the shiny head of his organ up and down my slit to make it slippery and then settled my weight on top of him and let his rigid pole fill me up. Shit, how I had wanted this, I thought as I moved up and down the slick shaft in a steady, needy pace to make him fill me up again. As we became wild with lust, the car rocked wildly and we fucked hard for a good five minutes until I could read the signs of his approaching climax. I had become a wild woman as I tried my best to fuck him to death, until he pumped jet after jet of potent cum deep inside my womb.

As we both cooled down and I lifted the long way off of him I said, "Shit Brian, we can't go on like this. We're going to get busted and screw everything up big time."

"I know." He said. "But I just couldn't help it. I can't get you out of my mind. You're so absolutely wild to fuck, I couldn't resist any longer."

"You and your fucking cock are the only things I've been able to think about the last two days." I said.

"Why has it been only the last two days?" Brian asked in a light and satisfied mood.

"Because I'm trying to work things out with Jerry and get on a better footing at home. But it seems like he's getting more up-tight every day." I said. "I don't know if suspects something, he asks a lot of questions. It's just getting hard for either of us to approach the other."

Brian became more serious as he tried to show concern, and suggested that Jerry might feel like my work life was competing against our personal life. The same thing had happened with his wife a couple of years earlier. His work world in general had become her biggest competition. She had no involvement in it at all, and he couldn't make things improve until he brought her more into his work circle.

He asked if we were planning to attend the company picnic on Saturday. I told him we had talked about it but hadn't made up our mind for sure. He was positive that we needed to come, and furthermore we should try to somehow get together there or share a ride to it at least. After all, the site was almost 40 miles away, so car-pooling was practical. And with him working things out with his wife and knowing what I was going through he thought the time spent together in the drive would help us all get more in sync. Spending some time together might make us all feel more comfortable, take the edge off so to speak. I was uncertain as we dressed and drove back to work, but he was determined.

On Saturday morning he called and talked to Jerry. Jerry was still non-committal, but Brian said he would be by to pick us both up at 2:30, and that fun and good food were guaranteed. When he arrived, Jerry had been working on his Saturday to do list slowly thinking maybe he would get out of the picnic with so many things left to do. Brian wouldn't hear of it though, and I begged him to freshen up so we could go. Reluctantly Jerry finally agreed and uncertainly left the room to take a quick shower.

That's when Brian was all over me, or I should say under my dress. He pulled my panties down and off and had me already under his sexual spell when Jerry came back into the upper hallway to ask me a question. I was leaning against the archway jamb so it wasn't hard to lean into the lower hallway so I could see and talk with Jerry. I must have closed my eyes in lust as Brian thrust three wiggling fingers into me from behind. That may have raised the alarm, but as I walked around the house later thinking about what had happened next, I saw that Jerry would have had a clear view of what Brian was doing through the mirrored back of the curio cabinet that was slightly behind where we were.

Jerry was able to see the reflection of my naked open pussy and Brian's busy fingers buried deep inside it. He almost killed Brian as he threw him form the house, and told me that I would be sleeping at the Fairfield Inn that night, before he left the house in a quiet, angry rage. I've actually been at the Fairfield for almost a week now. Jerry refuses to talk to me for more than one or two sentences at a time. He has already mentioned divorce three times and when I tell him this was a one-time mistake and the only time it has ever happened, he refuses to listen.

Jerry knows that what he saw had to have a deep history, but I really don't know how much he knows and how much he suspects. I know that things haven't been smooth between us for over a year, but I still don't want to loose him. I know I've been foolish, and selfish, and I know that many of the readers on this site have already written me off as a cheating slut that has violated every vow of love and fidelity that bound us together in marriage. You're not calling me anything I haven't already called myself.

I have no excuse, I have no explanation, and I probably don't deserve another chance. To be honest, right now I also lack confidence in myself and my ability to control my urges and passion, and I don't want to hurt Jerry, but I would do anything I could to have the chance to make it all right again. Believe it or not, I am humble and repentant and willing to pay any price required so I can feel good about myself again. I'm terribly afraid, that might not be good enough however, and I don't know if Jerry will ever really talk to me again.