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She must have read my expression, because she continued, smiling impishly: "I know you want to do The Deal again, but you'll have to wait for next time."
I gave her a weak smile. Part of me was glad she wanted to be more restrained.
Another, much louder part of me was shouting from my underwear that it wanted to make good on The Deal again: To fuck her drunken body. To use her as my sex toy. And maybe even more. My heart skipped at the memory and I felt myself get hard.
She turned and looked at me, a smirk on her face. She glanced down at the tent in my trousers and said, "Stop that! I know what you're thinking about."
I laughed and pulled her to me. I kissed her, and her soft lips kissed back. Her tongue teased mine but she quickly pulled away.
"Save it for later!" she giggled. "You can have me, sober and awake, later."
I groped her bottom and she slapped my hand away. I knew her promises didn't always hold true, but who knew how the evening was going to go? The only bad outcome was her coming back too sober and unwilling.
A plan slowly formed in my mind.
"I'll make myself a cup of coffee - make sure I'm not too tired to give you a lift later." She smiled in acknowledgement as I left the bedroom.
In the kitchen I found her bag, all packed for her to go out. I pulled out her phone and unlocked it, keeping an ear out for the stairs. We had shared our unlock codes with each other years ago. After all, we didn't have any secrets, right?
I remembered her mentioning that the waiter had messaged me a thanks for the lift last time. I had expressed surprise that he had her number at the time, but she said it was just so they could find each other when the restaurant closed.
I quickly scrolled back through her messages until I found it. It turns out they had been chatting quite a lot!
I quickly skimmed the conversation, my hands suddenly cold. He hasn't told her anything, has he?
Thankfully there was no mention of what we got up to that night. He was very flirty, though. Complimenting her outfit, telling her how 'gorgeous' she was, and persuading her to come back to the restaurant he worked at again in future.
I could tell from her responses that she was enjoying his attention. However, she was clearly holding back. Her answers were warm but not anywhere near as flirty as his. I felt like I should be offended, but then I remembered what I had allowed him to do before. A bit of flirting was small beer in comparison.
The last message was yesterday. She told him that she and her friends were going back to the restaurant this evening, which he had given a thumbs up. Perfect.
I quickly copied his number, closed the app, and slipped her phone back into her bag.
I started the coffee machine off to avoid suspicion and quickly wrote him a message:
"Hey! It's the guy that gave you that lift home a few weeks ago with my wife. I'm sure you remember. Could I call in a favour? She's coming back this evening but trying to stay sober. Could you be a bad influence?"
I sent the message and quickly put my phone away. My heart was thudding as I finished making my coffee.
My wife's heels click-clacked into the kitchen and she smiled brightly. I smiled back, admiring her all dressed up in her green dress.
"You look gorgeous," I said. "Going somewhere fancier tonight?" I asked innocently. Was she dressing up for him, I wondered?
"Same place as last time," she answered. "I just felt like dressing up a bit more this time."
"Maybe that handsome waiter man will be there again?" I teased.
She glanced at me furtively. "Maybe," she replied, taking her phone out of her bag and checking her messages.
I was enjoying toying with her, but decided to leave it at that.
It wasn't easy to switch shifts at late notice, but I wasn't going to miss another opportunity to see that little hottie. I wasn't sure her husband would be happy to give me a lift again, but it would be worth it just to see her in person. To know what I had done with her without her having a clue.
When I took a toilet break, I checked my phone again. No more news from her, but then I saw the message from her husband! I laughed out loud and messaged him back:
"I owe you more than one favour, mate! No probs. Do I get a lift back too?"
I say on the toilet, waiting for the response. I could feel myself harden at the thought of her in the backseat again. The response quickly arrived:
"If you can persuade her, it's fine by me."
Game on, I thought to myself.
When she and her friends arrived I was almost floored. Her dress hugged her body and her heels accentuated her long legs. I could barely take my eyes off her. I greeted them warmly and took them to their table.
I was keen to get them started in the right direction. Before they ordered their food, I served them the free cocktails I promised them last time. Twice as strong as normal.
They accepted them with a grateful exclamation of surprise. I could see she hesitated for a moment, but then drank it anyway. The sweetness of the cocktails masked the extra alcohol.
I took their orders and headed back to the kitchen. The other guy serving today was just bringing in an order for the big party table. I made sure to put in my order after his.
Sure enough, their food took a long time to come out. By then their drinks were empty, the alcohol already filling their empty stomachs.
"I'm so sorry about the wait!" I apologised. "Can I call you another round of drinks to apologise?"
They were giggly already and clearly aware of it. "Just cokes this time, please!"
"How about a mocktail instead?" I offered. "Same drink, but a little more sensible for a Sunday night," I smiled reassuringly.
They agreed and I took their order to the bar.
"Double strength again?" The guy on the bar grinned knowingly.
"Just a single this time. They're being sensible." I said, rolling my eyes.
With a laugh he mixed the cocktails. A short while later I served the drinks and watched them carefully from across the floor. They showed no signs of realising the cocktails were still alcoholic. Going from double to normal strength was enough to fool them.
By the end of the night they were loudly laughing and slurring at each other.
One of her friends asked me accusingly: "I thought you said thezz were mocktails!"
I tried my best to look confused: "The second round was, but I thought you asked for another round of cocktails after that?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "I said cocktailzz, but I meant ztill mocktails!"
I looked shocked. "Oh no. I'm so sorry."
They burst into fits of giggles at that.
"I'm afraid it's time for us all to go home." I explained to them, gesturing to the empty restaurant. "Next time I'll owe you a free drink again as an apology."
"Oh crap!" said my favourite. "I'll message hubby." She fumbled for her phone. "You want a lift again?" She offered, looking for my reaction with drunken interest.
"How could I say no after last time?" I smiled in response.
"Last time?" one of her friends asked. She was the one who had been dropped off first.
"Oh last time he got a little kizz, didn't he?" leered the other friend.
"What??" they both asked at once. I smiled and made my excuses as her friend explained the drunken kiss, clearly lost in last time's drunken haze.
I grabbed my bag and begged to be let off early again. My boss rolled his eyes and made me promise to come in for opening the next day. I thanked him and ran around to meet the women at the front.
The four of us made our way to the car park where my husband was parked. Despite the 'misunderstanding', I was feeling OK. I strutted confidently in my heels, while the other two staggered and leant on each side of our waiter friend. I smiled at him as he put his arms around the two of them, steadying their stumbling.
Was it really true? Had I really kissed him last time? Momentarily I lost my focus and stumbled off the curb, falling sideways into what turned out to be our car. I opened the door and got in, giggling at myself and at my husband's mocking laugh.
I had intended to get in the front, so I could chat with my husband. Before I could get back out, the others piled in. I was squeezed into the middle of the back again. The waiter on one side and my friend on the other.
"How are we tonight, ladies?" asked my husband, looking at me in the mirror. I could tell he was trying to gauge how our evening at home was going to go.
"Fine, thank you," I answered, making sure not to slur. I could see his shoulders sinking slightly with disappointment.
"Sloshed!" answered Lu, and they both started to giggle, causing us all to laugh as my husband drove away from the restaurant.
"She's all boring thiz time." added Mollie. "You're not getting your Deal tonight!" All three of them laughed.
I looked around at them all as my face went bright red. "How did you know?.." I realised that I must have told them while drunk last time. I was mortified. The waiter grinned at me knowingly, making the blush spread to my ears and chest.
"If she doesn't want you then I'll have you instead!" Continued Mollie, putting my husband's hand on her bare leg.
"Mol!" I objected. I noticed he didn't remove his hand or say anything except: "Oh! Um..". He looked back and forth between the road and her like a deer in headlights, then finally flagged l glanced guiltily at me.
"Fine then." I said, with a jealous pang, and put the waiter's hand on my bare thigh too.
"OooOOooh!" chorused my friends, laughing. The waiter just smiled happily and squeezed my thigh. After a moment he removed his hand and put his arm around me, putting his other hand in its place.
I let him pull me closer. Why not? A little cuddle was harmless and it might make my husband jealous enough to think twice.
My husband didn't seem to notice. I did notice the hand on my thigh gently stroking my skin. I also noticed the warm feeling building inside me, close to his hand.
Next to me, Lu folded her arms. "No it's fine, I'll just sit here, all alone. With no-one to squeeze me." And stared out the window, sadly, making a point.
His hand left my thigh as he leant over and pulled her face to him. Before I knew what was happening they were snogging hungrily right in front of my face! I could see glimpses of their tongues between their lips.
I heard my husband say, "Wow, things are hotting up back there!" from the front.
It was my turn to feel like the odd one out. I felt oddly perverted, watching the two of them kiss passionately in front of me, but there was nowhere else to look!
Suddenly the car pulled over. My friend detached herself from the waiter and said, "I'd invite you in, but I think my boyfriend might object!" She giggled and got out of the car, blowing a kiss over her shoulder as she wobbled up the path.
With her gone, he put his hand back on my thigh and smiled at me. I thought he might kiss me too, for a moment. Then he looked away, leaving me wanting. He gently stroked his fingers along my inner thigh, sending tingles down my spine.
Feeling frustrated and teased, I unconsciously bucked slightly as his hand stroked to the edge of my dress, a couple of inches from my underwear. I felt guilty for a moment until I realised I could see that Mollie's skirt had been pulled up to the top of her thigh. Her hand was on my husband's, encouraging him between her legs!
I was about to say something when the car pulled over again, and retrieving his hand, my husband told her it was her stop. She leant over and kissed him full on the lips, almost falling onto him with her drunken enthusiasm.
"What are you doing??" I exclaimed.
She pulled away. "What? It's no worse than you with him lazt time!" she said, pointing accusingly at us both. "Anyway. Come inside with me for a bit. These two can wait for a few minutes." She slurred at my husband.
He looked like a deer in headlights again. He looked at me, panic in his eyes. "I, um..."
"Get out of the car." I told her sternly. Furious at her proposition.
"Fine!" she replied. Grumpily stomping off to her house.
"I can't believe you!" I said to my husband.
"She's right though," he responded. "It's no worse than what you did last time."
I blushed as the waiter looked at me and said: "This is when we kissed last time."
Without pause, I kissed him. It felt so good to have his lips on mine. Angry at my husband, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and moaned gently. Purposefully trying to make him jealous.
I lost myself in the kiss for a while. His hand squeezing my thigh and the arm pulling me closer added to the intensity. Eventually I took a breath. I realised my husband was casually driving down the road, unfazed by me snogging this man in the back seat.
"Aren't you going to say something?" I said, annoyed both at his behaviour and that he wasn't jealous.
"No," he replied matter-of-factly. "Like I said, you've done it before."
"And more," grinned the waiter, making me look at him suspiciously.
"What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously. I didn't like where this was going.
"Should I tell her?" he asked my husband, smugly.
"No, I don't think so," he answered, infuriating me further. "Maybe you should show her instead?"
"OK. I'll show you what happened." He smiled at me with that knowing look again. "If you want me to stop, just say so."
I nodded mutely, wondering what was about to happen. I was also aware of the frustration boiling inside me. I wanted him to kiss me again. To touch me again. I also felt apprehensive about what we had done previously. I felt somehow vulnerable that they both knew something like this and I had no idea.
"Well," he began, "first you kissed me like this." I welcomed his stubbly lips on mine again. His tongue pushed into my mouth, stroking mine.
He broke the kiss. "And then you put your head on my shoulder like this," guiding my head to his shoulder, "and fell asleep."
"That's it??" I said incredulously. They both laughed at me. "I can't believe you were winding me up over just a kiss." I said, exasperated.
"I didn't say we were done," he continued.
I looked at him, confused. He reached for the strap of my dress and pulled it off my shoulder, giving me goosebumps. "In your sleep, your top's strap slipped off like this."
He pulled my now exposed bra strap off my shoulder too. "And then this slipped down too."
With both straps in his fingers he kept pulling down, until the cup of my bra started to pull away from my breast. I stopped him with my hand. "You can't do that." I half whispered.
"It's nothing he hasn't seen before," came my husband's voice from the front. I looked out of the car window. It was late dusk and there were no other cars on the road.
"If you don't let me do this, then you won't know what happened next," he said in my ear, causing me to shudder.
I felt him pull the straps firmly and I released my grip. He pulled the cup down until my breast was fully exposed. I covered my nipple with my hand, suddenly shy.
He kissed me again. His hand took mine and gently pulled it away, leaving my hardening nipple free in the air. "Then he spotted me staring at your beautiful breast as it jiggled with the bumps," he said, watching my breast do exactly that.
"I said I didn't mind. That he could see them both if he wanted," said my husband from the front.
My eyes were wide as he took my other strap and started pulling it down, exposing my other breast. I couldn't believe I was letting him do this.
"Then," he said, reaching behind me and pulling down the back of my dress zip slightly, "he said I might as well take off your bra." I felt the squeeze and pop of my bra undoing before he carefully slipped the straps off my arms. He pulled it free and threw it onto the front passenger seat!
I swallowed as he moved towards my lips again. "I might have accidentally groped you, too." His hand cupped my breast as he kissed me again. I put my arms around him, pulling him into the kiss. I couldn't believe my husband was letting him fondle my breasts right behind him! I couldn't believe he let it happen before!
I revelled in his attention. He gripped my nipple firmly and pulled, just enough to make me whimper, and released it again. He moved to my other breast and did the same. I clenched my thighs together with the feelings building within me.
He broke the kiss, and relented from his squeezing and teasing of my nipples. His hand moved to my zip again, this time pulling it all the way down. His lips close to mine, he said, "Next I pulled off your top and threw that in the front too. I guess I'll just make do with pulling this down."
He pulled the dress down, leaving me naked to the waist. He then pulled off each of my heels and threw them into the front passenger footwell. He stroked his hands down my now naked back and kissed up my neck. As he reached my jaw he stopped and smiled into my face.
I could see my husband had adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could watch in the dying light. I felt so slutty, stripped topless and molested by this man in the back seat while he watched. I felt the mixture of emotions within me. A tiny bit of shame, drowned out by lust, and the undercurrent of indignity that he let this man fondle my sleeping body before!
I looked outside and realised we were still a long way from home. A thought crossed my mind.
"Did this really happen?" I asked accusingly, "Or is this just an excuse to get me to play along?"
"Oh it really happened," he smiled, admiring my topless body. My husband's voice from the front added: "You'll know soon enough. There's something you'll remember near the end." I could hear his smirk.
"Near the end?" I asked, shakily. "There's more?..." My question was answered as my dress hem was gripped and pulled down my legs. I felt it being pulled down to uncover my bottom and quickly grabbed it.
"Wait!" I said urgently. Not willing to be stripped to my underwear.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before," he reassured me, "and don't you want to know what happened next?"
I paused, still holding the dress in place. My heart thudded in my chest. He gently removed my hands and grabbed the fabric at my waist, pulling it down. I lifted my bottom to let him pull my dress off me. He slipped it down my legs and threw it in the front. Somehow the act of putting my clothes out of reach made me feel even more naked.
I shivered in just my underwear. The car was pleasantly warm, but the feeling of exposure was giving me goosebumps.
"Pink this time," he commented, stroking my bare arm. "Last time they were black." I realised he was talking about my underwear. I thought back to what I was wearing that night. Was he right? I had a feeling he was.
"Do this mean we're near the end?" I asked, my voice shaking involuntarily.
"Nearly," he replied, smiling. His hands roamed over my body as we kissed. My back, my breasts, my bottom. Every inch of me was groped, stroked, or squeezed.
I knew what was coming next. I felt his fingers finally slip under the sides of my underwear. I let him pull the last scrap of dignity from me and watched the pink material sail into the front.
His fingers brushed over the trimmed hair of my bush, and gently pushed down.
I held my thighs together. I was torn between wanting him to touch me, and knowing this had already gone way too far.
Holding me close with his other arm he said into my ear: "Then he asked me a question."
He firmly pressed his fingers down again, showing me what I needed to do to find out more. My body wanted his touch. My curiosity pushed down my final barrier.
I parted my legs, opening my last untouched place to him. As his fingers slipped over my slick sex lips, my hips bucked, shifting me down the seat and giving him easier access.
"He asked how wet you were."
His finger slipped into my folds. A low moan escaped me as he rubbed his fingertip around my entrance and over my clit. He drew circles around my slippery sex.
From the front my husband asked, "How wet is she this time?"
"Dripping," he answered. "Even wetter than last time." A shiver went down my spine as they discussed me like I wasn't there. And not for the first time.
I felt his finger push into me. Squeezing into my entrance. I whimpered at the sensation and gripped his finger within me.
"Just as tight as last time too."
Another shudder went through me. I could feel the tension building within me. He slowly worked a second finger into me, stretching me open. As both fingers reached as deep as they could he said "Good girl," and kissed me deeply.
The memories came rushing back. My half-dream of being naked in the car. A now-familiar voice calling me a "Good girl" as his fingers squeezed into my sleeping body.
His fingers began thrusting into me, pushing me over the edge. The memories, my nakedness, my husband watching us, his fingers and lips. I began to clench and shudder. I moaned into his mouth as my body convulsed. I squeezed his fingers within me and rode his thrusts with my hips.
Wave after wave washed through me. I broke the kiss and gasped, "Oh fuck."
I buried my face into his shoulder, shaking and clenching, as my husband watched him finger-fuck my naked, shuddering body.
I finally relaxed, still held close to him. I felt the contrast of his clothes against my naked body. His fingers stopped thrusting, still inside me. He began to rub his palm in firm circles. He took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking and tonguing it.
After a few minutes of this attention I could feel the warmth building again. Was he really going to make me cum a second time?
I was so focused on the feeling that at first I didn't notice what his other hand was doing. It was only when he guided my hand to his lap and my fingers touched his warm shaft that I came back to reality.
My eyes opened wide as my fingers wrapped around his thick member. His hand used mine to stroke up and down his length. It felt warm and firm in my hand.
"Do you remember this?" he said, looking up at me, his smile highlighted by passing lights.
"N-no?" I stammered. Then the realisation dawned on me. That morning I had woken up feeling sore and used. I thought it had been my husband being rough with me, but the girth of the cock in my hand told a different story. I thought about the fuzzy memories of being so full as my husband pounded me on the back seat.
Except it hadn't been my husband.
"Do you want me to remind you?" he asked. I didn't say anything as his hand guided mine up to the large head of his cock and back down the thick shaft, over and over. I thought of it inside me. I remembered that feeling of fullness. I imagined my naked barely-conscious body being pounded into the back seat of the car as my husband watched and listened. I felt myself clenching on his fingers at the thought.
I couldn't say anything. I was overwhelmed by the situation. I was vaguely aware of the car pulling off at a junction as he pushed me onto my side. In the darkness I heard and felt him moving over me. He pulled one of my legs up to my chest for easier access.
I held my breath in anticipation. My heart thudded in my chest as I felt the warm tip of his cock touch my entrance.
"I don't even know your name." It came out as a whimper.
Above me I heard him chuckle. He said: "Last time my cock was inside you by the time we left that junction. By now I was already fucking your tight little married pussy."
A moan escaped me as he pushed into my sex, stretching me open. I was so wet he slipped within me easily. The ridge of his head sliding past my lips. They gripped his shaft as it slipped deep into me.
"Easier than last time," he commented. "You must be getting used to the size of me."
I didn't feel used to it as his cock pushed firm against my cervix, making me whimper. There was still more of him to go, but I was already full. He pulled out and gently but firmly pushed in again. Pushing further with each thrust. I felt myself relax and stretch as I accepted the rest of his length.
Pausing within me for a moment he grunted: "God you're so tight." He began long thrusts into me.
I thought about my husband, listening as he drove. Hearing the sounds of his wife being fucked in the back seat. I moaned and said "It feels so good," knowing he would hear me.
I felt like such a slut, but I loved it. I wanted to make my husband more jealous. I wanted him to hear us. "Harder," I said, rubbing my clit. He held my leg, using it to thrust harder into me. The sound of his body meeting mine over and over filled the car.
Faster and faster he went. He was hammering into me so hard I had to brace my arm against the car door. I could feel his balls slapping my thigh, heavy with the promise of his cum.
"Keep going," I moaned, "I'm almost there." I rubbed myself frantically as the feeling within me began to peak.
"Ugh, I'm going to..." he grunted.
"Cum inside me," I moaned. "Cum in my tight married pussy!" I wanted my husband to hear it. I wanted him to know his wife's pussy was being filled by another man's cum as he drove.
With long deep thrusts he came inside me. I gasped as I came too. Squeezing his hard pulsing cock within me. With each grinding thrust his throbbing head pushed against my cervix, delivering his sperm into my womb.
Pulses of pleasure rippled through me. We were locked together in orgasm for what felt like an age.
Eventually I drifted back down to earth. I could feel him softening within me. He leant over me and kissed me one last time.
As he sat up and pulled out of me, a warm trail dripped down my leg. I realised the car had stopped. We were parked outside what I assumed was his home.
He reached into the front passenger seat and took something. In the dim illumination of a distant street light I saw him use my pink underwear to wipe his cock. He squeezed the last of his cum into the fabric and threw them to me before zipping himself up.
He turned to my husband, who had been silently watching. "Thanks again, man," he said, shaking his hand.
Then he turned to me and said, "See you next time," before leaving the car and walking to his house. For the second time he left me dripping and satisfied, and I still didn't know his name.
I stared blankly at my wife. She lay stripped naked on the back seat. She held her cum-stained underwear in her hand like a memento.
She broke the silence: "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes." I replied, my voice croaking slightly. "You?"
I saw her smile in the dim light. "Yes."
I didn't know what further to say, so I just nodded and started the car.
It wasn't far to get home, but as I drive I heard her snoring softly on the back.
I pulled up outside our home, in the dark patch between street lights like last time. I looked up down the road. No-one was around.
First I took her clothes, shoes, and bag inside the house. I dropped them just inside the door. Then I headed back to the car to see if my sleeping beauty needed a kiss or more to wake her up.
I could see through the window that she was still sound asleep. She looked so delicious and slutty, laying naked in the car for any passer-by to see.
I got in the back seat and closed the door behind me. Still no sign of life. I took a photo, the flash reflecting on the cum leaking from her used lips. Another one for my growing stash.
There was only one last thing to do to her to recreate that night. I unzipped myself, finally releasing my hardness.
I lined myself up, feeling her wetness on the tip of my cock. Then in one long stroke, pushed myself into her sloppy sex.
With a whimper, she stirred. She looked around, confused, as I started to pump in and out of her.
"Babe?" she said, half awake.
"That's right," I replied. "It's my turn now, just like last time."
Her eyes still closed, she mumbled something I couldn't hear. I wasn't really listening anyway. I was concentrating on the wet noises as I penetrated her.
She was even sloppier than last time. This time she had taken his full load inside. The thought made me even harder within her.
I reached down and firmly rubbed her slippery clit at the same time. It was a rare day that she had three orgasms in one night, but today felt like one of those days.
Her hand moved down so that she was holding mine as it rubbed her. She was awake enough to be enjoying herself.
I pumped harder. My plans to take my time were once again ruined by the feeling of her used sex and wet noises.
As I sped up I heard her quietly moan. Her hand pressed down on mine. I knew she wasn't far away. I could feel the urgency building behind my cock.
"Whose are you?" I demanded.
"Yours," she answered.
"Louder! Whose are you?"
"I'm yours!" she exclaimed, burying her face into the seat cushion.
As it welled up inside me I felt her suddenly squeeze around my shaft, followed by a gasp. I hammered home for the last stretch as she moaned and tensed. With one long stroke I ground myself deep into her as I felt my cum rise and finally release into her.
I heard her gasp "Fuck!" into the cushion as she shuddered.
Wave after wave hit me as spurt after spurt emptied into her. I imagined our cum mixing within her quivering womb.
At last it ended. I felt like I had been emptied. Hollowed out by the relief.
I took a moment to catch my breath, still within her. As it softened, my cock slipped wetly out of her.
A thought made me smile as it crossed my mind. I took her underwear, still clutched in her hand. I wiped my cock on it, just like him, and squeezed the last of my cum into the fabric too.
Then, pocketing the last scrap of her clothing in the car, I said "See you inside" and quickly left.
I heard a "Hey!" of protest as the car door shut. I didn't look back, so she wouldn't see my wicked smile.
I watched him use my underwear to wipe himself. The second man to use my clothing as a cum rag. The second man to use me as a cum dump.
A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.
"See you inside!" he said cheerfully, and left. My underwear peeked from the edge of his pocket.
"Hey! Wait!" I said as the car door slammed. I didn't like the idea of staining my nice dress with their cum. I would have to walk carefully to the house.
I looked in the front passenger seat for my clothes and saw that it was empty. "Oh you fucker!" I squeaked.
I looked at the house and saw him give an evil little wave as the door closed. I gave him the finger in return.
I checked for my bag so I could ring him for a scolding. It was gone too.
I looked around outside. There was no-one to be seen.
I opened the car door and checked again, listening for any sign of life. Nothing still.
I made my decision. I quickly got out of the car, and with one last check, made a dash for the door.
I held my breasts in my hands as I ran up the driveway. The night air cooled the wetness spreading down my thighs. My heart raced at the thought of someone seeing me jiggling to the house for anyone to see.
I pushed on the door, desperate to reach safety. It was locked!
I shoved it again and rang the bell continuously. Humiliated and angry. My body clenched and shivered in the cold air. A warm string of cum escaped me and landed on my foot.
Finally the door opened. And I leapt inside, swearing at him furiously. I grabbed the dressing gown he offered me and cursed at his grinning face again.
He just laughed and said, "It was open! You just needed to turn the handle."
I glared at him, threateningly.
Although I didn't want to admit it, I had found the naked run exhilarating. I remembered the doorbell camera video he showed me from last time, of him carrying me into the house completely naked.
When he kissed me I kissed him back, despite my anger. He squeezed me close.
"What will it be next time?" he asked. "Conscious or unconscious?"
"Next time?!" I asked. I looked into his eyes for a moment and smiled. "We'll have to wait and see."
