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By W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)


We got out of the car in the darkness, the night warm and humid. She had been driving, and I walked around to her side expectantly, knowing she was up to something. The car was parked on a large earthen berm that made up the north end of a man-made lake. Blazing lights reflected off the water from the houses that backed up to the opposite end of the lake, approximately 150-200 yards away. People could be seen moving around through the large plate glass windows of one home as they went through their Friday evening routine.

The developer had yet to build houses on the east and west sides of the lake, so our location was fairly secluded. A small wooded area was to our north, backing up to another large neighborhood. The woods narrowed down and followed a creek as it passed behind the homes. We were within a few miles of our own home, had been here many times, and knew the area well.

My wife was an exceptional woman. Slender and fit, she was a pleasure to look at, and a lot of fun to be around. Normally an outgoing and active member of our community, she had a delightfully evil streak in her sexuality that few people knew about, and that I was learning to love. While we spent most of our life as an atypical American family, once or twice a month we indulged in sexual adventure. I could sense that tonight was such a night.

As was often the case, she wore a simple cotton summer dress that buttoned top to bottom in the front. The sight of the thin material clinging to her shapely body was a sight that never failed to turn me on. As I took her in my arms and kissed her, my roaming hands confirmed what I already expected: no underwear.

The car was between the two of us and the newly built homes across the lake, and we leaned on it as we kissed in the warm night air. I could kiss her for hours on end. In fact, there was nothing I liked better than to have my lips on her skin, and my mind wondered to joys of oral exploration I hoped to be in my immediate future. I wanted to kiss her all over.

We had been lovers since our college days, and as my hands lifted the back of her dress to caress her bare ass, I marveled yet again at how my passion for this woman never wavered. Years of intimacy had yet to reduce our interest in each other.

We had a couple of stiff drinks before we left the house, and I knew she was up to something, but as I held her in my arms in the light of a half-full moon, my hands on her bare bottom, I totally forgot about my suspicions. Pausing to look in her eyes, I saw a spark of the evil that lay there, and my heart skipped a beat, as the anxiety I had felt in the car returned.

She had been traveling quite a lot in recent weeks, and our reunion had been warm and exciting, to say the least, but now I recognized in her the hunger that had come to define a new side of our sexual relationship in the past year. I quickly closed my eyes and brought my lips back to hers, trying to get lost once again in the heat of the moment. But it wasn't to be, as she pulled away.

'Take your clothes off, slut.'

The use of 'slut' gave her intentions away, and made my stomach draw up in knots. It was the pet name she used when my big, hard cock and passionate desire for her were simply not enough. Even though this night it was not a surprise, it still took my breath away, since I rarely knew what she had in mind. I still foolishly clung to the belief that I remained an alpha male in all aspects of my life, not just public and professional. Looking in her face as she stepped back, her smirk told me she had absolute confidence in my compliance. And why shouldn't she?

I looked around, but we were alone, save for the people in the homes across the lake. It seemed that the combination of the moon light and the reflections from the houses had the area well lit, but I knew it was probably not so clear as it appeared, that my eyes had simply adjusted to the low lighting. Further, the car was between the houses and us. She chuckled as she watched my nervousness.

'It doesn't really matter, does it slut?'

No it didn't. Her mind was made up. And just that quickly, so was mine. I had no intentions of disappointing her, no matter how anxious or unsure I may be. I was wearing a simple tee shirt and shorts, with sandals on my feet. In one smooth motion, I pulled the tee shirt over my head and off. I made a big deal of straightening it out and folding it on the hood of the car to buy time as I looked around once more, which brought another stifled laugh from her.

Done with the shirt, I looked to her for guidance. Her steely gaze and the tight smile on her lips gave no hope for mercy, so my hands slowly moved to the snap of my shorts. Lowering the zipper, I easily stepped out of them one leg at a time, purposefully leaving my underwear on. When I looked up, her hand was out, and I gave her the shorts. She had no intention of me buying more time as I had done with the shirt.

I hooked my fingers in the top of my briefs as she laid the shorts atop the shirt. Taking one last look around, I lowered my underwear without looking to her, knowing it was useless to hope for a reprieve. Now naked, I stood before her with only sandals on my feet, my cock happy to be free and stiffening a little. She looked me over with a sparkle in her eye.

'Now that's no so bad, is it slut?'

I nodded no as she again slipped into my arms. As we kissed, she dropped her right hand to my crotch, squeezing my naked cock. Back to where we were previously, just me with substantially less clothing, my cock responded immediately. Before long, she had me hard as my tongue explored her wet, warm mouth. Perhaps I had misjudged this evening?

I quickly realized this situation had possibilities as my hands explored her body under the thin cotton. I could see me spreading her across the hood, my mouth on her pussy, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Excited by the thought, my hands moved between us to the buttons of her dress. I was on the third button when reality settled in to stay.

Roughly pushing me away, she said, 'Later slut. I've got plans for you.'

As she leaned over to pick up my clothes off the hood, I could see nearly all of her right breast through the now open top of her dress, the whiteness of her private area seeming to shine under the moonlight. I yearned for more. She gathered my things and opened the car door. The interior light came on, and immediately I felt totally exposed, my cock still hard.

I resisted the urge to duck behind the car, rationalizing that the light wasn't as bright as it seemed, and that the car was between the houses and myself. She leaned in to the car and tossed my clothes on the passenger seat, then tilted the driver seat forward to get something from the back. She took her time, either to let me study her behind, with her dress riding way up her backside, or to make me stand anxiously in the light. It was hard to tell which was the case, but I took advantage of the chance to admire her ass.

She came out of the car with a shoebox, which she set on the hood, seemingly reluctant to finally close the door and extinguish the light. As my eyes re-adjusted to the darkness, I saw her remove the lid. She reached into the box and came out with a garter belt and dark stockings. My heart sank. Without a word she handed them to me. I knew what was expected.

Slowly I put on the women's underwear, as she watched bemused. I realized with some dismay that the feel of nylon slipping over my legs was familiar, and not altogether unpleasant. This portion of our humiliation routine was still the hardest to handle, but I was used to it by now and had to admit it wasn't really unpleasant.

It was just the thought of how it reduced my manhood, more than anything, which troubled me. A simple mind fucking that I knew by now my wife loved to administer. Finished, I made sure everything was straight and even, an unintentional but sure sign of acceptance my wife didn't miss.

As usual, I hadn't said a word, waiting patiently to see what she wanted. In her mind, it was my job to obey. In my mind, it was my job to worry and obey. I did both quietly, knowing my worry would only amuse her, and my obedience was expected.

Reaching into the box once again, she came out with the leather wrist cuffs I had worn so many times. I extended my arms without question, carefully checking out the houses across the lake as she strapped them on me. From the best I could tell, no one was watching my act of submission.

'Turn around, slut.'

I did as I was told, allowing her to pull my arms behind me and attach them at the wrists. My hands were now bound behind my back. She turned me ninety degrees to my right and pushed. Without question, I bent at the waist and lay across the hood. It was warm against my bare chest and my cheek.

I didn't watch as she fumbled around in the box again, focusing instead on the houses across the lake, but wasn't surprised when I felt her lubricating my asshole. She did so generously, and the contact of her fingers on my anus was electrifying. My cock had fallen to half-mast, but quickly recovered as one, and then two of her manicured fingers slipped inside of me.

My eyes went closed as I let out an audible moan. Now I had it figured out. She was going to use a strap-on to fuck me in the ass on the hood of our car right here in the open, with houses full of people only a short distance away. My cock was rock hard as that image flashed through my mind and her fingers fucked me, and I tried to rub myself against the side of the car.

Her fingers suddenly pulled away, and the warm night air now felt cool against my well-lubricated asshole. With my eyes still closed, I listened to her movements, bracing for what I knew was about to happen. When I felt pressure against my asshole, I welcomed it, even though my ass was still a little tender from wearing an ass plug all afternoon at work just a few days ago. When she penetrated me and I felt the bulb slip in, and then the base of the same ass plug press up flat against my buttocks, I was quite surprised.

'Stand up slut.'

I did so slowly, the sweet presence of the ass plug first and foremost in my mind. She gathered up the shoe box and got in the car, my awareness of the brief flash of the interior light fading quickly as I heard her start the engine. What was she up to? She put the car in gear and pulled forward until the driver's seat was even with me, beckoning me to her with a crooked finger. As I stepped forward, her hand came out the window and captured my cock, pulling me forward roughly. She leaned out the window and kissed the head of my still stiff dick, then looked up at me sweetly.

'See you at the other end, slut. Walk. Don't run'

And with that, she turned on the headlights and drove off.