Ann at the lake- Part 3
The condition I put, my condition, when we discussed this
open marriage business?
She blushed again. She had put her conditions. No emotional
involvements: no friends, no complications. No cuddling
no sleepovers, just fuck and go. She also said shed want
to know, if he
did anything, but not in detail. He had said at the time that
he was not sure of how much he wanted to know but had put one
condition of his own:
If it does happen, I want you to give the guy a hell of a good
time.
She had been surprised and had asked:
Do you care? I could see that youd prefer that I have a good
time of course, what would be the point otherwise? but him...
He had replied: Yes, if it happens I do want you have a good
time But Id want you to make sure that the guy does too.
Why?
Because if somebody is going to be fucking my wife, I do
not want him to say that shes anything but the best lay hes
had.
Had he been serious? Ann wondered now.
Now he asked her directly: Did you give him a very good time?
Yes, he had a good time, I am sure....
So you did not give him his best fuck?
I am sure he had a good time... After all we were in a cars
back seat in a parking lot, in a hurry.
Still, I gave him a
good fuck, I am sure.
Thats right, youd have had to be in a proper bed, a nice
place to have given him a really proper top notch fuck. So,
you broke the rule.
A bed might have been nice. But you are not being fair. He
did like me. He even asked for my phone number. He said he
wanted me again.
Did you give it to him?
Of course not. No personal involvement, no complications.
Thats the main rule.
So, you are not sure he thought you were a great fuck.
Well, I am sure hed tell you I was a good lay, if you asked
him, she said sassily.
Did he give you his phone?
No. Not really. Well, he scribbled his cell phone number
somewhere. Hes staying at some camp. With trailers.
Where is this slip of paper?
What do I care? I didnt take it. I wasnt going to use it.
You wont either. He just tossed it in the car I think.
He reacted:
I did find a piece of paper with a number, yesterday, I put
it in the glove compartment.
She watched as he got up and walked out to the car. He was back
in a minute.
Is that it?
Could be.
I am going to call him.
Are you serious? Why?
Well, at least Id know if he got a good backseat fuck.
And
maybe get his version.
You want to talk to the guy that fucked me? Arent you disgusted?
No.
Are you turned on by the idea?
I have known a couple of guys that did fuck you, friends
of yours from your hometown.
But surely you did not ask them...
I didnt have to, I could see from the way they looked at
you that all they were thinking was how good you had felt,
and whether they were ever going to be able to fuck you again.
They definitely thought you
were very good lay. And then...
Then what?
That guy, Rick or Ritchie, he got a little drunk and told
me about the time that he took your ass cherry.
Ritchie told you about that? God! that Ritchie, that
was so embarrassing.
Yes. In detail. He sad that it hurt a little when he tried
and that you began to protest. Then he explained how he spanked
you. Spanked your ass into submission were his words. He
described the slapping noise as the alternately hit your
right and left cheeks. He said that you gave up and let him
do it, but not before your cheeks were very red. He got me
hot enough that I took you to your parents and reamed you
right away, remember?
She sure did.
Thats what turned you on? Thats why you did it? Spank
me and then butt fuck me?
Yes.
He also told me that you had been such a little slut,
and once let three guys take turns with you.
I was rather drunk and was only eighteen.
Did you ever did it again?
Now the cat was out of the bag, but she tried to counter:
Didnt you ever do it with more than one girl at the same
time?
Sure did, more than once, but answer my question.
Only once at a frat party.
Was it good? What happened?
Its a long story.
OK, it will have to wait for another time, now I will call
this Jake and find out what you gave him.
You are drunk!
Well, he said, I do want to find out...
She watched in utter shock as he dialed the number. She hoped
it was the wrong number or that there would be no answer.
But there was. She heard Mike speak, coolly:
This is Anns husband.
The one you picked up last weekend.
In the back seat, yes.
I just have a question for you.
Yes, its cool, she told you the truth.
Was she a good fuck?
She was hot.
Not at all reluctant.
Ann could not keep her eyes off her mans crotch. She saw
he was getting excited talking about her.
Had done it before in a back seat? Of course.
Fairly recently.
Yes, experience counts.
Ann was on her knees, her hands unzipping, then her mouth
engulfing Mikes cock.
Oh yes she can suck too! Shes sucking me right now.
Yes, I bet you wish it was you!
So, how good she was?
Not bad at all for a back seat fuck?
Would she have been better on a nice bed?
She thinks so too.
Nice and long legs, right? Wrapped around you.
Ann kept sucking, feeling him getting close...
Yes shes loud.
There was a long pause while Jake said something.
I will keep it in mind.
Where exactly?
There was another long pause.
OK I get it.
Then she felt him explode in her mouth. As she was swallowing,
he said:
Ill think about it, and pushed the end button.
I would never have guessed it, how turned on you were,
she said wiping off her chin. Your cock was steel, and you
had so much stuff.
I wouldnt have guessed either.
How did he react?
The guy is a cool customer. He was not at all ill at ease.
What did he say?
That it was great, for a back seat fuck.
You see?
And that you were very hot.
Tell me, what did he say at the end, as you were coming?
He said: You can bring her to me any time you want. I have
a bed here.
And you said youd consider it?
That I would keep it in mind, yes.
And asked for directions?
Just in case I might need them.
Well, you will not.
Why not?
Youd really let him have me again?
I said Id think about it.
And what would you do?
I do not know. Not watch. Just wait and imagine. Listening.
Thats crazy!
She was still on her knees, her face on his lap. They remained
in that position for a while, as the sky darkened. Then he
said in a voice she could hardly recognize:
Lets go, lets do it.
Mike...
Lets do it, or we will never know what itd be like.
He pulled her up and silently took her to their bedroom,
where he took out some of her shorts and a tank top.
Is that what you were wearing?
These shorts, yes.
She stood there looking at him: Do you really want to do
this?
He nodded.
It turns you on, the idea of taking your wife to a stud, just
like that, somebody you havent even met?
You have met him. He gave you a good time.
She took off her clothes and stood there naked.
Do you want me to be naked like this, with him, in an hour?
He nodded.
She put on the shorts and a white tank top. Nothing else.
Do you really want the next cock up in my pussy to be somebody
elses?
He led her by the hand and took her to the car. She did not resist.
After a few minutes he dialed again:
Hi, we are on our way.
Yes, in fifteen minutes. Shes ready.
Yes, here she is.
He passed her the phone. He wants to talk to you.
She listened to the voice, which she recognized.
Your husband is bringing you?
Yes.
Everythings cool?
Yes, she said, and then ended the call.
That was hot, Mike said.
What?
What you said.
But I hardly talked!
You said yes. Thats what counts. Yes, I want to fuck
you. Yes I want to do it in your bed. Yes, I will spread my legs
for you. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Not one more word was said until they got to the place.
It
was a work camp, just a few trailers at the end of a forest
track. They would not have made it without the low range
in the four-wheel drive. Mike
stopped the vehicle.
I dont know if I can do it, Ann said.
Scared?
This is it, you know. If we go in, within a few minutes hell
be fucking me.
Lets go in, then, he said.
Ann bent over and kissed Mike, long.
Doesnt it bother you to think?
What?
The next time I kiss you, I will have...
As they were getting out, a man opened the trailers door.
Mike thought he was his own age and height, but with a more
weather-beaten skin. He was wearing jeans and a leather
vest, and even despite Mikes athletic built, the mans
thick arms and forearms were no match for his own.
They went in.
Continued in Part 4