Story 12 #2
Mary told herself that she was satisfied. Sometimes, however, she had to admit that she had a few doubts. Sometimes she would see a good-looking guy in the streets and she would find herself thinking about him in ways that surprised her. She would imagine these strange men taking her. She would imagine how she would protest but how they wouldn't listen to her. How they would start to overpower her but how she would know that her resistance was just a lie that she told herself. She would want them to do whatever they wanted with her.
She would find herself wondering what it would be like to get fucked by strange men, what pleasures she might have missed out on. She would ask herself if she had had sex with enough men before she had got together with Sam and whether there were experiences that she should have had but which now she would never have.
So many questions, so much that she wanted to explore. And yet she had missed her chance now - surely she had missed her chance. She was happily married except for these occasional doubts.
Being away from her husband like this, even though it was only for a week, seemed to have made things even worse. She would lie awake at night and think about her husband but then her thoughts would turn to other men. She would feel confused about this and there was nothing that she could do about it.
Now, however, her waiting was at an end. Her husband was coming home and everything would go back to normal. Any of her doubts would disappear, she was sure of that.
She got up and pulled a pair of panties on. She looked at herself in the mirror - at her flat belly, her perky breasts, her soft little ass - and she thought that Sam was in for a treat when he got home. She was already looking forward to the fun that they were going to have together.
She considered putting a bra on but decided against it. There was no need for it, she told herself.
She slipped into a simple dress. She twirled in front of the mirror, liking the way that she looked. She told herself that this was going to be a good day. She was already looking forward to it.
Sam wasn’t due back till quite late that day, however, and so she had to find ways to keep herself amused till then. She didn’t want the time to drag out too much - she could already feel herself getting drawn to looking at the clock more and more. She had to do something or she was going to drive herself crazy.
She began by pottering around the house and tidying things.
When she had everything done she stopped and looked around. That hadn’t taken enough time, she thought to herself.
She was trying to think of something else to do when suddenly there was a knock on the front door. She wasn’t expecting anyone but at least it would offer something of a distraction.
She opened the door and was surprised by what she saw. She had assumed that it would be a postman or someone like that but instead, it was a man dressed in a casual shirt and jeans. He was about average height - taller than her but shorter than her husband - but had a broader build than her husband. He had wide shoulders, a powerful, barrel chest, and large arms - bulging biceps and huge forearms that led to massive hands.
His skin was tanned and he had short, black hair. He had a rugged look about him - slight stubble and just the slightest trace of lines around his dark eyes. If she had to guess his age she would have guessed he was in his early thirties.
When she opened the door he looked her up and down, making no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out.
“Hello?” she said, unsure how to react to this man.
“Hi,” he said in a deep voice, “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m from the council. I’m just going round the neighborhood letting people know that the road will be closed off next week for a couple of days for some building work.”
“Oh? What days will that be?”
“Monday and Tuesday, between ten AM and four PM both days, so hopefully it won’t be too disruptive.”
“OK, thanks for letting me know. That should be fine, I’ll be out at work anyway.”
“Sure, that’s why we timed it like that. Trying to minimize disruption.”
“OK. Well, thanks again.”
She wasn’t sure what else she was supposed to say here. He was looking at her with a strange intensity. She was sure that he was attracted to her and he seemed to be making no effort to hide the fact.
The silence seemed to be dragging out and yet it didn’t feel awkward. All the same, she felt as though something was expected from her.
“Would you...Would you like to come in for a drink?” she found herself asking him.
“Sure,” he said with a little nod, “By the way, my name’s Dave.”
“Mary,” she said as she led him through the house, through to the kitchen.
She got him a drink. As he took the glass from her she felt their fingers brush together and she had to fight the urge to shiver slightly. She felt as though some kind of electricity passed between them.
As he drank his drink he didn’t seem to take his eyes off her. But she liked the way that he looked at her. It gave her a strange feeling inside. She wondered to herself - could something happen here? He was undeniably a good-looking guy and he seemed to have that confidence which she found very attractive. She found herself considering the possibility of it.
Then he put his glass down on the side. He kept looking at her. He sighed slightly and then he stepped towards her. Suddenly she was aware of his size - especially compared to her own. She felt tiny now. She still didn’t know if she wanted something to happen here. Her mind was in a whirl.
Then he came in even closer. He looked down at her and tilted her face up to his, taking hold of her chin with his fingers and moving her face gently yet insistently.
“Dave...” she said softly, “We can’t...My...My husband.”
“I don’t care,” he said simply and then he leaned down to kiss her.
She felt his lips against hers, pushing together. She felt his stubble brush against her soft skin and then as she felt his tongue pushing into her mouth she realized that she had been returning his kiss and suddenly it dawned on her what she was doing.
She pulled away.
"No," she murmured, and her protest sounded false in her ears.
“No?” he asked softly as he looked deep into her eyes.
"No," she said again. And then she wrapped her arms around behind his head and pulled him in close to her, kissing him with wild abandon as though something had just been unleashed deep within her.
Their lips pushed together, their tongues ran along one another, and their noses bumped together.
His hand that had been on her chin went to the side of her face, his whole hand seeming to cover the entirety of one side of her face from down near her jaw up past her ear, the tips of his fingers pushing into her silky hair.
He pushed her back against the kitchen worksurface. She felt it pushing against her back.
He kept holding her face with one hand and his other hand went to her waist.
She kept one of her hands at the back of his head, her fingers grabbing hold of a clump of his hair, and her other hand moved down to the back of his neck, massaging the thick muscle there, and then her hand slid further down, moving to the top of his back and then sliding further down it, feeling his broad back and the mass of muscle there.
Her hand moved down to the top of his pants. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, and then her hand slid in beneath it, taking hold of his back and feeling his skin, pushing the tips of her fingers into his muscles.
She wanted to feel more of his muscles, wanted to massage them, and feel the strength in him.
Her other hand slid away from the back of his head and moved down to one of his biceps, squeezing it, before moving down to the front of his body. She rested the palm of one of her hands on one of his pecs.
A voice deep inside her told her that she should use this opportunity to push him, get him away from her, and tell him that they couldn't do this. But still, she didn't do it, still, she didn't try to stop him. She had surrendered to her desire. All of those nagging thoughts that had consumed her, all of those doubts, now she was doing the things that she wanted.
She felt his hand on her side move up and down over the curve of her waist. His other hand left her face, moving down to caress her throat, squeezing it gently. She could still sense the power in him and she knew that he could unleash it at any time. She wondered what it would be like if he gave into his desires completely, what he would do to her. She thought about how he could bend her little body into any position that he wanted, use her however he wanted to. She felt incredibly aroused at the idea of it.
His hand moved further down to her shoulder. She felt his fingers hook into the strap of her dress and then let it go, running back and forth over it. She felt his hand on the skin of her shoulder, on her upper arm. Then he moved that hand away from her for a moment before placing it on the front of her body, on her stomach. His hand just rested there and she felt the pressure of it against her change with the rise and fall of her breathing.
Then his hand slid around behind her. She felt him grab hold of her ass - one hand seemed to take the entirety of it - and suddenly, in one quick motion, he pulled her up and sat her down on the work surface of the kitchen.
She spread her legs so that he could push in between them, pushing in close to her, kissing her hungrily, the passion between the two of them building, building as one of his hands went to her waist again and the other hand went to one of her knees, massaging it lightly, driving her crazy with his intimate little touches.
Then his hand began to move further up from her knee. He took hold of her thigh and squeezed it.
She felt him push in closer to her, pushing against her as she ran her legs against his body.