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Bob Burke was watching his wife walk across the parking lot. Jane had agreed to pick him up from work, to take him to reclaim his car from the dealership, where it was getting serviced. As it turned out, Jane was a little bit early, but Bob Burke was a little bit early, too. He had come downstairs from his office and was waiting in the reception area, sitting in one of the huge overstuffed chairs they had for clients. While he was waiting for his wife, Bob kept glancing out the big, tinted picture window that provided a panoramic view of the parking lot, but with some nice hills in the background. Naturally, since she was early, Jane Burke didn't expect her husband to be watching out for her. Thus, when Todd Farrar rolled down the passenger side window on his car, and called her name, Jane stopped and stuck her head in the window, to exchange greetings with Todd.
If Jane had known that her husband was watching, she wouldn't have stopped. Jane knew that her husband was jealous of Todd. Both Bob and Todd were top salesmen and were rivals in the firm. That was one big reason Bob didn't like Todd. But Bob also didn't like the fact that his wife seemed somewhat attracted to Farrar. At least, as he worried his mind about it, Bob thought she was attracted, and Jane knew what Bob thought. They had even had a few words about it, after the last office party.
From what Bob could see, Todd been coming on to Jane all evening at that office party, and Bob wasn't pleased that Jane seemed so attentive. Jane told him she hadn't done anything wrong, that she and Todd had just been talking, and that he needed to "grow up" and forget about it. Jane was very sincere about this statement, too. She had been having a good time talking to Todd, but she didn't think much about it. Nothing was going on, for heaven's sake! Couldn't Bob see that? Jane told him the truth, but Bob was not mollified by her disclaimer. Jane realized that Bob had been really upset about her conversation with Todd at the party, and Jane knew that Bob wouldn't like her talking to Todd Farrar, not even just to say, "hi." So, had Jane realized that Bob could see that she was stopping to talk to Todd, when Todd called out to her in the parking lot, she would have just waved to Todd and kept on walking.
But Jane didn't realize that Bob was watching her, and she didn't just keep walking. She stopped.
The truth is, while Bob didn't really know what Jane thought about Bob's main rival in the firm, Jane actually was attracted to Todd. Even though nothing was "going on" between them, Bob was right about that attraction. Todd was a few years younger than Bob, and actually a couple of years younger than Jane, too. He was what Jane thought of as a charming "hot shot," always seeming to be totally confident about everything. When that kind of confidence isn't too flagrantly displayed, if it doesn't come across as arrogance, or conceit, that can make a man quite interesting. To Jane, anyway, Todd didn't really seem "conceited," or "arrogant," just confident, and Jane thought that Todd was nice, maybe even a little bit fascinating. She wasn't used to that kind of easy confidence. Bob certainly didn't have it.
Todd was married, of course, but that fact kind of played into Jane's fascination. To Jane, Todd's wife appeared "mousey," and dull, and not particularly interesting, and Jane truly didn't see what there was about her that would have attracted someone like Todd. At that last office party, Jane was trying to get Todd to give her an idea of how come he was married to Susan. They were bantering back and forth about it, about what attracted men and women to each other. Of course, Todd kept asking Jane how it was that she ever got connected up with Bob, too, every time Jane probed Todd's thoughts about Susan. Todd never said it explicitly, but he gave Jane the impression that he thought that Bob wasn't really worthy of a woman like her. Wasn't that insulting? Well, yes, it was. Maybe just a little bit, anyway. But intriguing, too!
Bob Burke's intuition had been right about that office party. That conversation between Todd and Jane had been a dangerous conversation, but Bob's intervention probably made things worse. Jane was really enjoying her talk with Todd, and Bob's demand that they leave the party early, driven by his jealousy that his wife was spending so much time with Todd, and that she was so apparently engrossed in everything that Todd had to say, just made Jane want to talk to Todd some more. Jane might not even have known that she had that feeling, and that she wanted to talk to Todd again, but that was the actual truth - even if she didn't recognize it herself. It was a pleasant surprise for Jane to discover that Todd was right there in his car, as Jane traversed the parking lot, heading for the main entrance to the office building.
"Well," Todd said to Jane, as he moved the window down, "can we finally finish that talk we were having? Before we were so rudely interrupted, I mean?"
"Oh, hi, Todd," Jane responded, as she leaned into the window. "You surprised me. I'm just coming to pick up Bob. We need to stop by the dealership to pick up his car."
"Are you really going to avoid my question?" Todd countered. "I have not forgotten our talk at the office party last month, and I thought we were just starting to get into it."
"Right," Jane said, as she leaned through the window. "I remember that conversation quite well, Todd, and we were definitely getting into it. We were getting into it just like the saber toothed tigers got into the La Brea tar pits! As you could tell when Bob jerked me out of there, Bob was none too happy that I was spending so much time with you. I had better not compound the crime. Doesn't Susan care if some other woman monopolizes her husband when you and she go out?"
"Ah, ha," said Todd, "Same topic as before! You see, I told you we weren't done with that conversation. I suppose you can't hop in my car, right now?"
"Sorry, Todd, I can't. I am supposed to be picking up Bob at 4:45, and that means I only have five minutes. I doubt we'd be able to work out the intricacies of our pasts and presents, and then work out our future destinies, too, all in five minutes. Or, do you think that would be enough time?"
"I think we could make some progress in five minutes," said Todd. "Come on; climb into the passenger's seat. I won't lock you in."
From reception, Bob watched Jane get into Todd's car. She didn't stay long, and it wasn't clear what, if anything, happened once she was in the car. Maybe nothing had happened, Bob thought. Maybe I don't have anything to worry about.
Bob might have been right. It could have been that nothing happened. But Bob wasn't right. Something did happen inside that car.
While Jane could have told Bob what had happened when Todd hailed her in the parking lot, and then she got into his car, she chose not to. She didn't mention her brief encounter with Todd, or let Bob know that she had talked with Todd. And Bob didn't let her know he'd seen her. Bob didn't bring it up, either.
So, here is what Jane didn't tell Bob:
Jane didn't tell Bob that she had immediately noticed, when she got into the car, that Todd's rock hard cock was clearly visible, straining against his pants. And Jane didn't tell Bob that Todd's cock seemed a lot larger than Bob's, too. She took that all in in a flash.
Jane didn't tell Bob that Todd looked at her with what Jane would have had to describe as some sort of overwhelming "longing," which is what lust looks like to the unprepared.
Jane didn't tell Bob that Todd had immediately turned toward her, when Jane slid into the car, took Jane's left hand in his left hand, and then very slowly and gently ran his right index finger down the inside of her left arm, as he said, "I want to finish what we started at the party, Jane. You know we weren't done."
Jane didn't tell Bob that Todd didn't try to kiss her, right then, but that Jane would have kissed Todd back if Todd had tried. And Jane didn't tell Bob that she wanted Todd to do it, too!
Jane didn't tell Bob that when her five minutes were up, Todd pulled out his phone and asked Jane for her cell number. "I'm going to invite you to lunch," he said.
Jane didn't tell Bob that she gave Todd the number.
Jane also didn't tell Bob one other thing. She didn't tell Bob that what Todd did when he ran his finger down the inside of her arm made Jane so fucking wet that she could feel her pussy dripping, that her blood just surged into her pussy and that she almost fainted from that surge of desire. As she backed away from Todd's car, and closed the door, all Jane could think about was fucking Todd. She didn't tell Bob that, and she didn't tell him that when she left Todd's car, she did that against her will, finding it hard to abandon the chance to be with Todd, but doing it anyway, in order to fulfill her promise to pick up her husband at 4:45.
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Jane was thirty six, and she was stunning. Although and she and Bob had two kids, you wouldn't know it from looking at her. Jane worked as an interior designer, on a private client basis, and this gave her lots of flexibility in terms of work. Because Bob and Jane were quite comfortable, economically, Jane had a full time nanny come in, four days a week, giving her lots of free time. Jane's flexible schedule gave her an opportunity not only to work at the hours when her private clients demanded it, but also to work out. Jane went to the gym almost every day, lifting weights and pushing herself to the limit on all the aerobic machines. She did marathon running, too, and her intense devotion to this regime produced a taut, but very feminine, figure. Jane had a beautiful smile and she was very easy to talk to. Todd couldn't believe his good luck as he saw Jane walking towards his car.
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Once in a while, after eighteen holes with his golf buddies, Bob and his golfing friends would hang out in a booth at the country club bar and talk about their jobs, sex, sports, and other "guy" stuff. It was just typical shit, and Bob and all his friends agreed that their wives were wonderful, but that they really wished that their wives were a little more adventurous in bed. That was a topic upon which there was universal agreement. According to the stories they told themselves, they were all happily married men, but they would have been even more happily married if their wives had been willing to go a little bit above and beyond the missionary position every week or so.
Bob was a leader among the storytellers. He knew he should never have started it, but he had started calling his wife, "Vanilla Jane." Other wives were similarly treated. One of Bob's best friends called his wife "the flounder." You get the idea.
Jane and the other wives never knew what their husbands were saying about them. Many of those wives, in fact, had very similar criticisms of their husbands. You never really do know what is going on inside someone else's head.
I can tell you this, though, Jane had never, ever, entertained the thought of cheating on Bob. At least, she never had that thought until she got into Todd's car, on the day she was just a little bit early to pick up her husband at the office, at 4:45.
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That date with the car repair shop was on a Friday afternoon. On the next Tuesday afternoon, Jane was back in Todd's car. Todd, and Jane, and the car were parked in an obscure corner of the municipal park. Todd and Jane had had lunch at a restaurant along the river. Not a place where they were likely to be seen by anyone either of them knew. Now, they were back in Todd's car. But this time they were in the back seat. Jane's skirt was pulled up as she lay on the back seat of the Benz, and her panties were on the floor, and Todd's big prick was deeply lodged in Jane's gushing cunt, with Todd pumping his big fuck stick into to her as he rode her bareback, his prick slipping so fucking hard and fast into and out of her lovely little, bare-shaved twat.
Oh, Fuck! Fuck!
Jane screamed for Todd to fuck her. Fuck me, Todd! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder, Todd. God, I need it. God, I need it. God, I need it so bad, Todd. Oh, fucker. Oh, fucker. Oh, fucker! I love it! Todd was panting as he emptied a giant load into Jane's cunt, and Jane practically blacked out when she orgasmed.
Todd had never heard that Bob sometimes called his wife "Vanilla Jane," just among Bob's friends of course, but even if Todd had heard that, and might have been tempted to believe it, Todd quickly found out that "Vanilla Jane" was the very opposite of "vanilla."
After their brief meeting in the parking lot, Todd deliberated about whether he should follow up with Jane. He knew it wouldn't be innocent. If he called her, he was sure they'd eventually fuck. Todd was very sure about that. Todd had fucked a lot of women, both before and after getting married to Susan, and Todd had had his eye on Jane for a long time. Todd wanted her badly, but he also knew it could get complicated pretty quick. Fucking your co-worker's wife could lose you your job, and Todd liked his job. In fact, Todd needed his job, so he was thinking long and hard about whether or not he should actually phone Jane up.
Then Jane phoned him.
Todd almost couldn't believe it when he picked up his cell and heard Jane's voice. He was at home; it was 6:45 on Monday evening, the Monday that followed their Friday encounter in the parking lot. Jane's call came right after Todd and his wife had just finished an early dinner and were getting ready to watch TV. Todd's wife, Susan, was across the room, cleaning off the dining table.
This was not the right time for a call with Jane!! But Jane didn't seem to care that she might be causing Todd some complications in his marriage and his personal life.
"Well, Todd," she said. "I gave you seventy-two hours - seventy-four, actually. What about that invitation to lunch?"
"Definitely on my agenda," Todd replied. He could tell that Susan was paying attention.
"Really?" Jane said. "Maybe you're busy, right now? It doesn't sound like you can talk freely. Maybe this isn't a very good time?"
"We're just finishing up dinner," Todd almost whispered into the phone.
"I haven't even started making dinner for Bob," Jane replied. "Are we going to lunch?"
The blood was draining from Todd's head. "Of course. Sure. No question about it. You can absolutely count on it."
"I gather you're not in a spot where you can really talk; is that right?" Jane asked. "Can't make a date right now?"
"Right."
"Oh good," said Jane. "So I can try to get you hard with your wife right in the same room, right? I like that! So, would you like to know what I want to eat?"
"What?"
"I want your fucking cock in my mouth, Todd. I want it all the way down my throat. I want to swallow the biggest load of cum you've got. You can't tell me what you want to eat, can you? Not with your wifey right there? Am I correct?"
"Correct," said Todd. "Yes. You've got that right."
Susan started walking towards Todd. "Hey, Todd," Susan said, "no more business. Remember we are all set to watch Big, Little Lies." Todd held up his hand, to wave his wife away, to indicate that this was an important call.
"I heard that," said Jane. "So, here's my idea: make an excuse. That show starts at 7:00, and I want you to call me up at 7:00 and get me off on the phone. And I'll get you off, too, Todd. That's a promise. Remember what you said in the car? How you wanted to ‘get back into it.' Isn't that what you told me?"
"Ok," Todd replied. "I am going to do what I can to get you what you need. I'll call you back in ten or fifteen minutes."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Jane said. "I will be waiting for that! "My pussy is so fucking wet for you, Todd. I haven't been able to think about anything else since last Friday. Really! I am so wet, Todd. So wet for you, fucker, and I am now officially waiting for your call!"
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Todd Farrar had an inkling that Jane Burke had thoughts in her head that she wasn't putting on public display - and he couldn't wait to find out what those thoughts were. He was pretty sure that they included fucking him. Bob Burke also thought that his wife might be harboring thoughts that she had never disclosed, and he was worried about what those thoughts were. As you now know, Bob had a right to worry. What I have told you here is the story of what you might call an "inflection point."
"Vanilla Jane" had been having lots of really dirty, non-vanilla thoughts for several years. Marriage does get pretty vanilla, pretty quick. But here's the truth. Jane would probably never have acted on any of her dirty thoughts if things had not gone exactly the way they had.
Jane was attracted to Todd; that was true. Partly, she liked the way he handled himself. Partly, she liked the fact that Todd threatened her husband. But it was only when Jane's husband made her leave that party early, when he used his supposed masculine, "head of the household" power to cut off her tantalizing exchange with Todd, that Jane had to start confronting what it would mean to bring her non-vanilla thinking into the light of the real world.
If Todd hadn't been there on that Friday afternoon in the parking lot, which of course was just by chance, it might have turned out that Jane would never have admitted to herself that all her dirty desires could be actually fulfilled in the real world. Jane wanted cock! Jane wanted a big cock up her pristine asshole. She wanted to lick off the shit and the sperm from her lover's prick, and she wanted a lover to eat out her fresh-shaven pussy, putting one finger up her ass, and another finger up her pussy while he tongued her clit.
That was just the start of it! Jane had lots of dirty thoughts. She had started reading on Reddit about every night. She didn't much like the crude nature of those homemade videos she saw, but she liked the stories. She liked to hear what other people, just like her, were thinking about. She liked to know what they were actually doing.
Jane knew that Todd would blow off his wife to fuck her. And Jane knew that once she started fucking around on Bob, Todd wouldn't be her only lover.
You never know what people are thinking. Sometimes - a lot of times - they don't really know themselves. Then, often by chance, a person will find out that all those hidden thoughts can be made absolutely real.
At a little before 4:45 on that Friday in the parking lot, Vanilla Jane hit the inflection point. What I've told you is just the start. If Jane could speak for herself, she'd tell you more. A lot more. The "rest of the story" got even better.
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