This is a sequel to "The Stranger". I have incorporated many suggestions for improvement from my first story. Thank you everyone for your input. I had much help from a collaborator who eased me out of my 'comfort zone' with some of the sex scenes. I also had someone edit the story and correct my many mistakes. Thank you both so much. I hope you like the story. Feedback is always appreciated, good and bad.
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Memories of being with the stranger haunt me. I want him so badly. I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands caressing my body, his naked flesh rubbing against my skin, his hardness deep inside me. I can't get him out of my mind. At night I often get out of bed and go to the window to see if he is there. Sometimes I go downstairs and open the backdoor.
Last night I made my husband fuck me. At first he said he was too tired, but I was relentless. I went down on him. The taste of the whore he has been fucking at work was still clinging to his penis. I didn't care. I climbed on top and slipped him into my vagina. He quickly ejaculated inside me and pushed me away. I went to the bathroom to finish my orgasm. He was snoring when I returned.
I am surprised when my husband asks me if I would like to go to the movies. We hardly ever go out together. I wonder if he is feeling guilty for fucking his secretary behind my back. It only took a few phone calls to find out whose pussy was on his cock last night, and that it has been going on for quite some time. He knows that I know. It should bother me, but it doesn't.
Since it is kind of a date, I wear a comfortable but casual dress. The downtown theater is an old renovated movie house. When we enter there are only a few other people scattered about. We sit in an unoccupied row about half way back. Someone slides into the seat beside me after the movie begins. It seems strange he would pick this one. There are plenty of empty seats.
I stiffen when he drops a hand on my thigh. I push it away and turn to confront him. The light from the screen flickers across his face. My breath catches in my throat. It is him - the stranger who fucked me in the kitchen. My body immediately responds to his presence. My heart pounds in my chest. My nipples swell with excitement.
He drops his hand onto my thigh for a second time. I look over at my husband wondering if he will notice. His eyes are glued to the screen. I have a light sweater with me because it often gets too cold in the movie theater. I drape it over my lap to hide the stranger's hand. His fingers slide up my inner thigh. I spread my knees encouraging his actions.
I can already feel the moisture bubbling between my legs. His hand continues up my thigh. He cups my pussy through the cotton panties I am wearing. His finger traces the outline of my gash. I scoot lower in the seat and push against him. I gasp when he touches my clit. He pulls the crotch of my panties to the side and pushes a finger into my steamy passage.
I look at my husband to make sure he is still oblivious to what is happening. He is totally absorbed with the movie. I slide my hand into the stranger's lap and find his growing erection pushing out from his jeans. I rub along its length and feel it grow even bigger. He pushes a second finger into my pussy. His thumb finds my clit and rubs it in circles.
I pull down his zipper and slip my hand into his pants. My fingers touch the naked flesh of his hard penis through the opening in his boxers. I grip him the best I can but it is difficult to do. I move my thumb over his swollen knob and feel a slimy fluid seeping out from the little slit on top. I want him in my mouth but know it is impossible with my husband sitting next to us.
His fingers dig deeper into my pussy. His thumb is torturing my clit. I shamelessly squirm against him. My breathing becomes heavier. I am so wet the secretions are trickling down my butt. If he keeps it up I'm going to climax. It doesn't matter that my husband is sitting next to us and might hear me. I don't want him to stop.
My legs are shaking. My hand has a death grip on the arm of the seat. The pressure in my belly builds to an apex. It releases in an explosion that shakes me to the core. My body jerks in a series of spasms. I choke back a squeal and squeeze my thighs together. My pussy clenches again and again releasing a gush of fluids into my already damp panties
The stranger pulls his fingers from between my legs. When he stands my hand falls from the opening in the front of his jeans. I watch him walk towards the rear of the theater. I don't want him to get away. I turn to look at my husband who is still oblivious to what has just happened.
"Honey, I'm not feeling so good," I tell him. "I need to go to the ladies room for a little while. Do you mind?"
He shakes his head in acknowledgement but his eyes never leave the screen. I get up and hurry towards the back. The theater is almost pitch-black. I can barely see. Just before I reach the exit an arm reaches out and grabs me. It is the stranger. He pulls me through a door that says "No Admittance". A stairway leads up to a balcony that is normally closed.