[This should stand alone, but is part of a sort of series. To recap the situation, I was having an affair with a crazy married woman named Connie, who almost as a joke thought it would be fun to rent me out to other ladies in the neighborhood. Connie lined up the meetings, collected the fee, and paid me. I don't know what she told these women but basically my role was to drop by at an arranged time when a husband was gone, provide some services that a wife was not getting in her marriage, then leave again. "Tapas" is the immediate predecessor to this one.]
Beth was a lovely unsatisfied wife who had an unstoppable imagination and a secret desire to take risks. We had met twice before. In our initial appointment Beth described herself as a "bossy bitch" and enjoyed having me satisfy her in ways that she had dreamed of, but they weren't happening at home. She basically told me what she wanted, and I did it. It was fun for both of us.
The second time Connie set me up with her, Beth bought me lunch and after lunch she took me downstairs in the restaurant, where I got her off a number of times with my fingers and she got me to cum on her face in a stall in the ladies room. She had mentioned her cum fantasy, so I wasn't entirely surprised, though the chance of getting caught added a whole other dimension to it. She loved the way a load of fresh semen looked on her face in the mirror, and before we went out into public she rubbed it into her skin, and loved the way it felt, as a kind of lotion. And afterwards she loved walking along the city street with dried cum coating her lovely face. She was a woman with an active imagination and the courage to act on her fantasies, at least as long as she had a partner in crime. That would be me.
I suppose a rich fantasy life could be a bit of a problem for a married lady. Your husband wants his two minutes of missionary position in-and-out, he isn't interested in making a production out of it. He's happy to bang the ol' lady and get some sleep. Meanwhile she is lying there imagining bigger and better things.
That means that she will either have to take the usual course of denying her own dreams, or step out of line and satisfy her desires somewhere else. And that's where I come in. You want a spanking, a dick up your ass, somebody to eat your pussy while you have a couple dozen orgasms, a faceful of cum? An hour of plain good fucking? That's what I'm here for. Pay the lady on your way out; there will be no emotional outbursts, no jealousy. no weird relationship shit. I satisfy their secret desires, within my own very wide-ranging comfort zone. Somebody's got to do it.
Now Beth had called Connie to book another appointment for me. She told Connie she had been "reading on the Internet," and she wanted me to meet her in the parking lot of Ryan's Hardware, over in Belltown, at eleven o'clock Friday morning. Connie was sort of laughing when she told me this. We were lying in her bed, with the sheets and covers kicked all over the place, sated after an afternoon of wild-as-usual fucking, and she filled me in. She had talked with Beth about the last get-together, and Beth had not mentioned the cum-in-the-face part to her. Connie said she implied that she had given me a blow job in the ladies room. But of course Connie had heard the whole story from me. She loves knowing everybody's secrets. Someday she will be able to blackmail the whole town.
"So what do you suppose she's up to this time?" Connie asked me.
"I don't know," I said. "That girl has some wild ideas."
"Hardware store," Connie said. "I don't know what in the world she'd want from a hardware store. Belltown, too, it's kind of far and I cannot think of anything interesting in that stupid little town." Belltown was one of the farther-out suburbs, mostly known for rowdy teenagers driving their pickup trucks back and forth blasting country music, throwing beer cans out onto the curb and hollering on weekend nights. Other than that, it was approximately one square mile of rural nothingness.
Okay, so sure enough, there I was Friday morning, sitting in a Belltown parking lot listening to NPR. This is an old-school hardware store, family owned, if there is ever something you need they have it, and the old guys who work there know their stuff, not like these big corporate places where they pay some kid minimum wage and they don't know shit. The parking lot was less than half full, and I parked where she could find me easily.
I spotted her Mercedes in the rear view mirror, pulling around and stopping next to me, right on time. She waved me over and pushed her passenger door open.
She looked hot, in the best, nastiest way. She was wearing a little tank top, cut very low, and without a bra, so her nipples poked at the fabric and the heft of her breasts stretched out the cloth across from one boob to the other. She had done her makeup entirely different from usual, with thick dark lashes and wings at the corners of her eyes. Her hair was tied back. If I had seen her out of context I would not have recognized her -- between the hair and makeup and the cleavage, dressed like a biker chick or a vacationing movie star, she looked like an entirely different person. Still, she couldn't quite entirely disguise the respectable suburban housewife. That underlying ordinariness made her look even more delectable.
"Wow," I said, getting into the car. "Look at you."
"Yeah, well, I kind of don't want to be recognized over here. Plus there's a chance somebody would take a picture or something."
"Oh really?" Wondering what she was up to, maybe flashing people in this little country town? No, that didn't add up.
"Okay," she said, once I was settled. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I need your help with this one. Remember last time you came on my face and I said I wanted a gallon of it?"
"Yes," I nodded. I could see she had big plans. "I wouldn't forget that."
"Okay, well I want to try that."
"Try what?"
"A gallon of it. I want to get a bunch of guys to cum on me."
"At the hardware store?"
"No, silly."
"And how do you think you are going to do this?"
She looked away from me in silence. My eyes followed hers. Oh shit: Daily Diversions 24-Hour XXX Adult Movies. Right across the street.
