by Lexi Archer
I turned Michael and grinned. "Have a good night man."
Not as good as it was going to be though. Damn it.
He looked at me, and then his attention turned to my wife. His eyes ran up and down her body. And I felt a thrill running through me at his inspection of my girl. That was a look that was pure lust. That was a look that promised the sort of things I hoped I'd find when I initially came out here. It's too bad it couldn't be. At least not right now.
"You have a good night too man," he said.
Damn it. The evening had been going so well too. Telling off Arnold, finding the two of them off in a secluded area, my cock was positively throbbing from a combination of asserting myself with that prick and seeing my wife getting more naughty than she usually did. Fuck!
Well, I had at least one consolation. She'd smoked up a little bit, and that meant she was probably going to be ridiculously horny by the time we got home. At least I could take some of this excess energy and pour it back into my wife in a major way.
I couldn't wait.
4: Parking
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
I couldn't believe it. Everything had been going so well. I thought for sure when Brad came walking through the door, when he looked down at me and saw me sitting on that couch with my dress all messed up in the darkness, that things would be going to a very different place. I thought that surely the evening would end with me on my hands and knees on that couch, my dress bunched up at my waist, with Michael at one end and my husband at the other.
Just thinking of that as the elevator moved down towards the parking garage had me so damn wet. I'd already soaked through my thong while I was with Michael, and thinking about that, thinking about the possibilities that had been dashed because my husband decided to be an old fuddy-duddy, were driving me wild.
Of course it probably helped that I had a little bit of the wacky tobaccy in my system. I always got so turned on when I was high. It was something I'd first realized in college, and it was something that Brad had taken advantage of fully on many occasions. He always seemed to have the stuff around, but that was back before we entered the working world and we actually had something to lose. Back before drug tests were a potential thing in our lives.
It'd been so long. Too damn long. I'd forgotten how much fun that could be!
In fact, as I was standing here in the elevator looking at Brad it was making things rush through my mind. The kind of brazen, forward things that we hadn't done since, well, back when we first started dating. We'd been crazy then. All over each other.
Don't get me wrong. Our sex life was still fucking hot. He was still one of the hottest guys I knew, even if my eye did wander from time to time. Though sometimes my eye wandered because I knew it turned Brad on. Because I knew it would lead to some pretty hot sex. But still, we were married. Everything was familiar. We were used to one another. And so that meant we'd gotten into a routine, whether I liked it or not.
Hell, breaking up that routine was part of the reason why I pretended to have a wandering eye more often than I actually had that wandering eye. Of course there had been absolutely no pretending with Michael tonight. No, he was that fucking hot. And I was still so turned on from seeing him. From feeling his body so close to mine. He'd been reaching out, almost to the point where he was touching my leg earlier when the door started rattling and I very nearly had a heart attack. Before I realized that Brad probably wouldn't be all that upset even if he did catch me cavorting with another guy.
And all of that energy, all of those feelings, all of that forbidden pleasure that had been denied to me upstairs in Michael's office was coming back in a major way. It was combining with the pot to really turn me on. And as I was staring at Brad I saw someone that I could pour all of that pent up sexual frustration into.
I grinned. He looked down at me and blinked.
"What's going on Megan?" he asked.
"Oh nothing…" I said.
I glanced around the elevator and his gaze followed mine. I didn't see any evidence of any sort of camera in this elevator, which really surprised me. This was a big building, a big company, after all. I figured they'd have security everywhere. I figured they'd particularly have security leading down into the parking garage.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"Security cameras," I replied.
"Why would you be looking for a security camera? Besides, they don't have them in these elevators. People have been complaining about that for years now, and it doesn't look like they're going to change or invest the money anytime soon."
"Good," I said. "Makes it easier for me to do this!"
I launched myself at my husband. I threw my arms around his neck and jumped on him. He was like a rock, and he held me up without missing a beat. His one arm moved around my back and the other moved down to cup my ass in a familiar gesture. Damn. Even now when I was trying to be spontaneous his moves felt familiar.
Not that I was going to knock it. No, I was fucking turned on and I was going to get mine. Even if it was familiar! Even if it wasn't the walk on the wild side that I'd been expecting when I went back to Michael's office earlier.
My lips descended on his. I pressed them against his and I opened my mouth. He quickly responded and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I was the aggressor. I started grinding my pussy against his cock which was rapidly hardening. God, I so fucking loved the feel of his cock against my pussy. It was like a live snake that was pressing against me and it was sending waves of pleasure running through my body as he stumbled back against the wall and still we continued making out.
Hell, with the way I was feeling I would've been perfectly content to fuck him right here in the elevator. Especially if there were no security cameras to catch what we were doing. I would've reached down, pulled his cock out of his dress pants, pressed it right up against my pussy, and let him take me right there. I was getting so turned on and the feeling was so naughty thinking about him blowing his load inside me in a parking garage elevator.
It was so tawdry. It was so wrong. It was so fucking hot! And it was just adding to the already overwhelming heat that was running through my body. It was like the world's most intense fever had hit me all at once, and there was only one cure. A hot beef injection from my sexy hubby!
Unfortunately things didn't go quite that far. No, the damn elevator dinged and then it was sliding open. Arousal was replaced by worry and just a little bit of terror as I realized we were about to open onto the parking garage. Sure it was probably empty at this time of night unless there was somebody who was coming to the party late. Really late, but there was still that chance that we might be caught by somebody who was making their way in and was about to get one hell of a major surprise!
And yet at the same time the idea of giving somebody that one hell of a major surprise was also adding to the sensation. It was adding to the feeling. It was adding to that overwhelming arousal that was threatening to make me black out. Stars danced in front of my eyes as I thought about the idea of somebody seeing me with my legs wrapped around my husband. With his hands running up and down my body. It was sparking an exhibitionist streak in me that usually only came out when I was flirting with another guy for hubby's benefit, but damn was it roaring to life now absent another man to flirt with and it was making me so fucking hot! Even hotter than I already was.
Fuck it. I needed some sort of outlet. I needed some way to get rid of all of this excess energy that was threatening to make me spontaneously combust if I didn't get some fucking satisfaction, and I didn't get it ASAP!
Only I wasn't going to get that satisfaction in the elevator. No, not when anybody could walk in and catch us. Especially not when we were in the parking garage proper, where I knew they had cameras. I'd seen them in their domes on the way in. Sure with as much as this company preferred spending on cameras it's likely as not they were just dummy cameras, but still. Being an exhibitionist and maybe getting caught was one thing. Showing up
on a security camera and risking my husband's career was another thing entirely though. I had at least that much control of myself.
And so I reluctantly disengaged myself from the kiss. That was one hot makeout session! It reminded me of the time we'd gotten hot and heavy in a theater, and then when we'd been kicked out of the theater for getting hot and heavy in the back, I still thought that usher was being a jealous prude considering we were in a completely empty theater and it's not like anybody was going to be seeing that particular move anyways, we'd gone out to the parking lot where a convenient snowstorm had blown up and covered the car which made for a convenient hiding spot for us as we got even hotter and even heavier. Hot enough and heavy enough that I was surprised we didn't melt some of that snow that rapidly accumulated around Brad's car!
I quickly brushed my dress and made sure everything looked straight and proper. I didn't want anybody to get any ideas if they happened to see us out here. That would be hot, but again. I had to maintain a proper sense of propriety as a manager's wife. Especially with the precarious situation he was already in. And so I held my head up and made my way through the parking garage with poise and grace.
At least as much poise and grace as I could muster under the circumstances. Which wasn't much, but it would have to be enough.
That poise and grace was only partially ruined by the way Brad kept a hand firmly on my ass as we made our way through the parking garage. Yeah, I might be in the mood to keep things nice and innocent while we were walking through the garage, but the way his hand was gently squeezing my ass made it clear that my husband wasn't in the mood for anything of the sort.
No, he was open for business.
So I figured why not? If my husband was in the mood to be just a little bit naughty then I guess I would do the same, and who cared if some guard getting paid minimum wage sitting in a room somewhere in the building got a little bit of a thrill? Chances are they weren't even paying attention to the monitors. So I reached out and I put a hand on that familiar hard spot between my husband's legs.
My eyes went wide. Yeah, Brad was definitely turned on. He was definitely ready to go! His cock was absolutely rock hard. It was throbbing. It was a wonder that it wasn't bursting through his dress pants and causing his zipper and button to go flying everywhere. Damn.
I heard a sharp intake of breath as my hand made contact with his cock. I smiled. If he thought that was hot, well I was just getting started. My fingers started dancing up and down the length of his cock. Rubbing up and down his dress pants. God. He was so fucking hot. I loved the feeling my husband's cock, especially when I was getting a rousing endorsement like this!
His hand tightened on my ass. I let out a sharp breath of my own. We weren't going to make it back to the car if he kept this up for much longer. I didn't care if it was a one-way ticket to ruining a fairly expensive dress. At least it was expensive by our standards, which I figured were decent enough standards considering what Brad made at his current job.
No, if we kept this up much longer then I was going to throw him down on the ground and take him right here and now. We were going to roll around on the grimy concrete of the parking garage floor. I didn't give a fuck if it would mess up our clothes. And it seemed like he was having the same thought at the same time. Without saying anything to one another we both picked up the pace. We both started walking faster back to the car.
"I didn't know what to think when you disappeared," Brad said.
I grinned even wider. So that's what this was about. I figured he was probably turned on by finding me alone with his coworker, but I had no idea it would turn him on this much!
"Really? Did that turn you on thinking about your big black coworker taking your petite white wife?"
Brad hesitated. He didn't say anything for a moment, and then finally he spoke.
"Actually it was just the idea of you with another man," he said. "I didn't really give much thought to the color of Michael's skin so much as the content of his character. He's probably the only guy on the floor that I actually trust…"
I blushed, and that blush had absolutely nothing to do with the way my fingers were dancing up and down my husband's cock. With the way my husband's fingers were moving up under my dress to cup an ass cheek.
Okay, so maybe my husband had just caught a dirty little fantasy of my own. A fantasy of being taken by a black man. By a dark skinned Adonis. And Michael certainly fit that bill!
"Does that turn you on Megan?" he asked.
This time it was my turn to pause. Damn. I'd hoped he might not realize the full importance of what I'd just let slip. I'd hoped that he might not've noticed that I'd just given up a fondness for the dark meat, if you catch my drift. Only not much got past Brad, and it appeared that was the case now too. Damn it.
Then again, maybe I'd let that slip precisely because the fantasy was within reach. Precisely because I wanted to let it slip out. I was still frustrated that we'd been interrupted earlier. That I hadn't had a chance to indulge in my fantasy. I was still so wet, so hot, so turned on.
"So what if it is?" I asked.
This time there was no response from my husband. No, he just picked up the pace even more. To the point that we were practically jogging through the parking garage. I cursed us for parking so far away, but the building had been full when we arrived earlier. People were streaming out at the end of the workday while everybody from my husband's office was coming back after getting off a little early so they could go home and get ready for the party in the evening.
This definitely wasn't the kind of sprint I was equipped to be undertaking with the heels I was wearing. They were clicking against the parking garage floor, echoing around all the empty parking stalls. If he kept up this pace for much longer then I was going to be in very real danger of falling on my ass. Well, actually I'd probably be more in danger of falling on my tits than my ass, but you get the point.
Thankfully we reached the car soon enough. He moved to throw the door open for me.
"Into the car, quick," Brad said as soon as we got to the Lexus.
I looked at him, my eyes wide, and I realized what he intended. I smiled. Suddenly I was brought back once more to that day in the movie theater parking lot. That day when we'd been cocooned by snow and hidden from the world. From the look in my husband's eyes it appeared that he was planning on a repeat of that. He was opening the door for his wife like a gentleman, but he wasn't opening the passenger door in the front. No, he was opening the back. To a rather spacious backseat that we'd gotten with kids in mind, but we hadn't actually had any kids yet so there wasn't anything like a baby seat obstructing our fun.
So I climbed into the back seat. I went back as far as I could go, pulling my knees up so I could fit in there entirely. I wondered how my husband was going to be able to fit in there as well, but he moved in right on top of me. His chest pressed down against me, rubbing against my nipples and sending the most delicious sensation coursing through my body. I let out a gasp as my hands moved down once more into his pants. Only this time I wasn't just rubbing his cock through his pants. No, I worked at his belt, pulled down his zipper that I was surprised wasn't bursting because of how turned on he was.
I fumbled at his pants like a crazy teenager who was so horny that we had to get it on right now in the back seat of a car. I felt a rush as he pressed against me, as he let out a groan of his own, as I felt his breath in my ear and he licked along one ear lobe and then he was moving forward and our mouths came together again.
It was a frenzied moment that felt like it was going on forever but it couldn't have lasted for more than a few seconds. I worked at his pants. He started grinding against me. Pressing against my sopping wet pussy which was begging for his attention. I finally managed to get his pants undone and then I pulled them down, but there was no way I was getting them down entirely without his help. And I realized that Brad was in something of a precarious position to begin with. He wasn't in the car entirely. No, part
of him was outside. He had to be leveraging himself by holding himself against the garage floor.
I felt lightheaded. This was crazy. He was there with his ass hanging out of his car. Anyone could walk by at any moment and it would be painfully obvious what was going on here. There would be none of that protection that we'd had from the snow all those years ago. No, there was just a man's ass hanging out with a woman's legs wrapped around it and obvious moaning coming from the car.
And yet I loved it. This was crazy. This was spontaneous. This was everything I'd been hoping for when I went back to that office with Michael. This was the wild adventure that I so desperately needed. So what if I was having it with my husband instead of with another man? Wasn't that what I was supposed to want?
And yet still as my husband grabbed his cock, as he fished it out of his boxers and started moving up under my dress, shit we weren't even going to take our clothes off, I was thinking of another man. I was imagining that it was Michael who was on top of me on that leather couch instead of my husband climbing on top of me on the leather in the back seat of the Lexus.
I'd been so sure this was what was going to happen when this all started. When he took me back to that office. I'd been giddy thinking that it was finally happening. That I was finally taking my flirting a little too far. I'd been certain Michael was going to be on top of me with my legs wrapped around him. I'd had visions of Brad walking in on the two of us like that. Of him looking down and seeing his wife being filled with that thick black cock.
Shit. Brad pressed his cock against my pussy and then he was sliding inside me. I was so wet that there was absolutely no barrier to entry. One moment his cockhead was at my entrance and the next he was splitting me down the middle. I was squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on the bundle of sensations that was my pussy. That was his cock sliding up inside me. Shit! Fuck! Holy God damn!