0 comments/ 19442 views/ 0 favorites In The Shadows By: CAHC I’ve always wondered about my own sexuality. At times I liked to be the submissive and then times playing the dominant fit me better but neither completely satisfied me. I wondered what was wrong with me and why I was not quite satisfied in my love making with my partner. What is it that I needed and wanted? Why wasn’t it enough? Then I had an opportunity to experience something that not only surprised me but excited me beyond my wildest dreams. I had gone for a walk one evening when I wasn’t able to sleep and saw a couple in a park close to the water’s edge of a pond by the light of a full moon. As they kissed and held each other tight, I sank back farther into the shadows and silently watched. Pressing their bodies close to each other, I felt a warmth from within me an excitement stirring that I hadn’t felt before. Wanting to join in but yet...not. Passion brewing between them and feeling the heat building inside me, my own nerves tingling and that hot flow from within me starting to build, having a feeling as I continued to watch that I would have a climax as not before experienced. He slowly was undressing her, teasing her every step of the way, as he kissed every part of her body he exposed bare to him. Sliding his hands over her, I could almost feel goose bumps forming over her in anticipation of his next move. His tongue slipping into her mouth for a long, deep kiss and running his hands over her voluptuous breasts. But...still he was completely clothed. Not letting her do anything to him just yet. I could almost read his intentions where he wanted her to be so ready, so excited, so wanting him. On and on he kissed and ran his tongue over her body. Down to her closely cropped pussy, his tongue sliding over her labia, around her clitoris back further to her anal opening. Licking and tonguing at her juices as she stood and shivered with delight. I couldn’t believe it! It was as if I could feel every move he was doing to her, like it was happening to me. I could hear myself breathing deeply, my heart pounding loudly and I had broken out into a sweat. Oh how I was so glad that I was far enough away I couldn’t be heard. Chills had overtaken me as I ran my own hands over my body and my excitement built up more and more. Taking my hand down to my pussy and feeling as I got wetter and wetter. My fingers feeling my opening, first one then two sliding inside me. In...and...out first slowly, gently then gradually building the speed and force, feeling the urges to cum as I watched him taking her to the edge and back down, not letting her cum too quickly. Oh God...what an experience! Having sex without having it with someone! Watching but still feeling all what was happening. It was just incredible to me. I stood, watched, anticipated and wanted...more. I could feel her senses heightened and ready to explode with ardor, when he took her hands and guided her to begin undressing him. She started to feverishly undress him but he slowed her down. Which is when I actually had my first surprising orgasm!! She continued to undress him slowly, kissing him, touching the muscles and ripples on his body. The desire for each other was overwhelming...overpowering. I could feel their longing, their passion. With him undressed exposing his body to hers, they pressed their bodies to each other tightly, lovingly. Their bodies writhing in harmony, kissing, caressing, so in sync with each other as though reading each other’s minds. And I am in the shadows feeling their heat and desire on the brink of an orgasm which has become much harder to contain. They gently fell to the ground, laying her on her back before him. He then lunged his hardened member into her and she squeals in delight and pleasure. Oh God...no I can’t believe it!! How can I feel him?! But I do!!!! In and out he pumps her and with every stroke I am feeling it. She’s meeting his lunges, panting and emits screams of delight. There I am feeling everything she is, so unbelievably real!!!!! Oh God the explosion from within is not only beginning with them but me as well! Yes...they are cumming...together...yes they are CUMMING!! AND ME...Oh God and me!!!!! The experience was even more than I could imagine! I came with a magnitude far beyond what I ever knew I could. As they laid together, holding each other, I felt drained, exhausted and a contentment I had not known. I pulled back farther into the trees that they not hear me leaving and left the two to each other. Walking home even though exhausted, I felt alive with every nerve in my body tingling. I knew when I slipped into bed this night I would sleep a sleep more peaceful than I had ever known. In The Shadows Halloween. It's a special time of year. Ghosts, goblins, witches, and the occasional Dracula or two. It's always festive, but this Halloween was going to be different. The drudgery of work was slightly dissipated by the fact that the boss had consented to allow people to dress in costume this year. You decided to go all out and dress as a Genie, or in this case a “Jeannie,” complete with the little Genie hat and veil, the obligatory tube top, the barely waist high puffy pants, and slippers, with toes curling skyward before bending back toward your foot. As you get dressed, you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. "Pretty damn good, if I say so myself.” Satisfied with your Halloween look, you start off to work. The graveyard shift, appropriately enough. As you walk out the door, you see something move out of the corner of your eye. You turn and look, but nothing’s there. Your skin tingles with excitement, sending a rush of goose bumps down your body. It's as if you've been touched by something cold; your hands reach up to your neck as your body shivers. Shaking off the sensations, you walk out to your car and begin the long drive to work. The radio plays "Monster Mash" just to set the mood for the evening. It's an oldie, but a…”Well, it's an oldie,” you think. As you drive, you can’t seem to shake that feeling - as if you’re being watched - but there isn’t another car around you. Your hand reaches up to your neck again, rubbing it, caressing it, in an unconscious attempt to brush away the prickling sensations. The drive is the same - right on Main Street, another right on Allegan and then left on the highway – but something's different. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but there's something for sure. It's unseasonably warm, and there's a fog dropping from the sky, the headlights on your car making shadows as you drive. "That’s it," you think, deciding what the difference of this evening is. "Fog. In October - on Halloween. Spooky." The music plays on with more songs themed for the evening. With the exception of the occasional glance in your rearview mirror, the drive is uneventful, until... As you pull into the office parking lot, you notice the usual collection of cars. You open your door, only to be greeted by Dracula himself. He's tall, dressed in a black cape, his arm lifted to hide his face. Only his eyes are visible. He reaches to open your door, and says, "Good evening," in his best Transylvanian accent. "Thanks, Bob," is all you say as you push the car door open with your foot. "How'd you know it was me?" he asks. "Maybe it's your bad accent!" you reply. "Are you ready for tonight? It's probably gonna be pretty quiet, aside from the usual spooks that are around," he says. "But no one’s as spooky as you, Bob," you laugh. With that, you take the offered arm and walk into the building for the evening’s “work.” The nightshift is usually boring, but, on occasion, you DO have an exciting call come in, and this night had already started out different. "Who knows!" you think silently, wishing you had a day job. The office manager gets a call from home and decides that he must leave. So far it's been a quiet night and he tells everyone that it would be okay if they partied a little bit. "Just keep it to a minimum," he requests as he walks out the door. A chorus of cheers erupts as he leaves. No one intends to do any more work this evening now that he's gone. Cabinet doors open and drinks begin to flow. You’re enjoying all the eyes as they stare at your bare midriff and other body parts. You notice that "Dracula" is talking to Sarah, so you decide to see what the “other side of the office” is doing. As you walk through the cubicles, you get that sensation that you’re being watched again. You stop, turn and look around, but see nothing. As you turn around again, you glimpse something, or someone, moving quickly around the corner. Intrigued, you decide to follow, but as you turn the corner, no one is there. Shaking your head, you return to your previous course. A few more steps and the sensations return. You can FEEL your pursuer’s presence. You quickly turn around and are startled by the presence of “Dracula.” "Bob--" you shout, "you scared me half to death!" His costume is perfect. His skin a milky, translucent color, his eyes dark and mysterious. Tall, and - for some reason unknown to you - very attractive. You’re almost unable to move as he approaches and says, "No, my dear woman, I'm not Bob." Something about his eyes holds you, as if they are penetrating deep into your mind, your body, your soul. You can feel an amazing attraction to him, even though you've never seen this man before. A cry of laughter bursts out, breaking the stranger’s spell. You turn to see where the laughter is coming from, then turn back only to notice you’re alone. You look around the cubicles thinking that he's hiding, but you can’t find him. Shaking your head, wondering if you were dreaming, you return to the party. Somewhat shaken by the experience, you decide to have a drink - a big one! Someone brought punch – spiked, of course - blood red in color. Hesitantly, you take a sip; deciding that it's good, you pour more into your cup and drink it all at once. You ladle out more of the intoxicating liquid before heading back to your side of the office. You meander around looking for the mysterious stranger with the captivating eyes, but see no sign of him. Still a little shaken, you decide that you must have been hallucinating. The phone rings at your desk and you answer it. His voice is easily distinguishable, its hypnotic tone urging you to leave the office and meet him outside. Your hands move slowly up your arms, your shoulders, and to your neck. They feel as if someone is moving them for you, as if you have no control of your actions. He hangs up, but not before he softly says, "Come to me." The sensation is riveting. More goose bumps on your skin. That prickly sensation on your neck, as if someone's biting you. It's erotic in nature, as the imaginary feeling sends a chill down your spine. You finish the last of your drink and decide you want more. As you get up, you’re startled by the man dressed as Dracula again. "Damnit, Bob!" you shout. "Stop sneaking up on me." "What?" he asks, confused. "I just walked up." "Well, your little hide and seek trick wasn’t funny either," you tell him. "By the way, how did you move so fast without me seeing?" you ask. "What are you talking about? I've been at my desk since we came in. I was just going to ask if you wanted to get a drink," he says. Thinking he's full of it, you ignore his comments, but realize that you do want more of that punch. You stand up and walk with him back to the other side of the office. The moment you leave your cubicle, you see the stranger. He's standing to your left, motioning to you. One gaze at him and you stop in your tracks. His fluid motions gesture you near. You’re unable to resist as you step towards him. Your hypnotic state of mind has blocked out all things around you. Sights and sounds no longer penetrate your consciousness. Each step seems to be taken without effort, as if you’re actually floating, not walking at all. The closer you get, the more you’re attracted to him. Only a few more steps and you'll be able to touch him, to let him touch you, to feel his lips press against yours. To have his mouth on your neck, kissing and biting it. You can almost feel the sensations. "Boo!" says Bob as he jumps out from behind a cubicle, startling you back into reality. "Where ya going?" he asks. "The party's over here!" "Oh, yah, um, sorry. Guess that punch packs more punch than I thought," you say, not realizing the pun. "Yah, well, let's go get some more," he suggests. Your head says okay, but your body won’t move. Instead, you walk off to a darkened corner of the office. He's here, you can feel his presence. Your hands again reach up to your neck subconsciously searching for the source of the prickly sensations. Without warning, he's behind you. His hands reach around your waist and pull you close. He’s breathing in your ear as he whispers, "You'll be mine tonight." His lips on your neck send waves of pleasure through your body. His hands reach up to your breasts, cupping them, caressing them, holding you tight against him. You can feel his “presence” growing against the thin fabric covering your ass. It excites you. You can feel yourself become moist. You wonder who this stranger is, and yet find yourself caring about nothing but to have him now, to touch him, to have him touch you. Your hands reach up to his, pressing them harder against your breasts. They feel cold. You want them on your bare skin, so you take them and put them under your genie top. His long fingers and nails take your nipples and squeeze them, pulling them, making them hard and pert. You want him inside you, deep inside you. You want him now! As if he can read your mind, he rips off your genie pants, exposing your naked ass. His cock grows harder as he presses it against you. You reach back and remove it from his pants. Its long firm shaft feels good in your hands: hard, warm, pulsing. You guide him to you as you bend over slightly. He hisses as his cock enters your wet pussy. "Yesssssss," is all he says as he begins to gyrate back and forth. Your hands reach between your legs as you begin to rub your clit in rhythm to his movements. The sensations of his cock and your hands are quickly bringing you to the height of orgasm. He can sense your needs and he moves faster and faster. Deeper and deeper he drives his cock into you. He feels so hard inside your pussy. It feels so good you tell yourself. Higher and higher you climb in sexual ecstasy. You’re almost there. "Yes, that’s it, right there," you practically scream as your body begins to convulse in heavenly orgasm. Just at that moment, he leans forward and sinks his teeth into your neck, his eye teeth extending out and penetrating deep, his mouth sucking your blood as you orgasm harder than you have ever before. "Oh, God, yes - that feels so good!" you shout, not caring at this point if anyone can hear you. His groans are muffled in the nape of your neck, but you can tell he's about ready to explode. You turn around, releasing his cock from your soaking wet pussy. His mouth is dripping with your blood. You take his cock into your mouth and suck his “presence.” He has the taste of your pussy on him. It drives you on, stroking him and sucking him for all you’re worth. He's taken your blood, now you'll take his essence. His being, his soul, are yours as he begins to spasm in his own orgasm. His cum explodes in your mouth. He's yours now. Yours for the taking, any time, any place. He can’t resist. ”Who said all vampires had to be blood suckers?” you ask yourself. No, THIS genie has more power than any vampire. You laugh out loud - a long, guttural laugh - as you look at him. The vampire has now become a zombie, willing to do anything you want. Any time, anywhere. In the Shadows The dim light had sharpened his senses. His ability to catch motion in the dark had greatly improved. He was however mostly unaware of this, as nothing had moved in his field of view for some time. He reached for the bottle of cold beer which had rested patiently on the table. In the stifling heat, the bottle in his hand was a spot of relief in an otherwise hot and sweaty world. Raising it to his lips he sipped a small amount and teased it around his mouth and then swallowed it. He wanted to make it last. In the darkness he perceived movement. It came from outside. The building next to his. He observed that there was someone in the apartment opposite his, but he could not make out quite who or what it was. However, it was new to him, so he was interested. After a few moments a candle was lit and put in the window. The hand was feminine, at least that is what he thought. This further peeked his interest as he had not seen a woman in these parts in a long time. Sitting where he was he could see into the apartment, and with out too much difficulty he could see most of the main room. It was a woman. She was puttering around. She had a grip on the floor and a small valise that she appeared to use as a hand bag. She had sat down in one of the chairs and had covered her face with her hands, exasperated or exhausted. He could not tell in the dim light. After a few minutes she arose and began to move her things out of the grip and into place in the room. After a while he began to grow amused with her as she was doing the mundane ordinary things of life. He watched her go through the motions of settling in. In observing her he came to realize that she was a woman of a certain age. Her age and bearing gave her a certain elegance, that was lacking in other women he'd seen over the years. He was intrigued. After a while it appeared that she was getting ready to retire for the evening. He watched as she began to disrobe. She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall slowly to the floor. Her under garments were of a sturdy, if unimaginative style. Served the purpose, he smiled inwardly. She bent to pick up her dress and folded it carefully and put it away. Putting her leg on the window sill she un clasped her stocking and slowly rolled it down her thigh, over her knee and down her calf to her ankle. She placed the stocking on the sill. Repeating the performance with her other leg. This began to arouse him somewhat. As she did this slowly and with great care, sliding her hands across her thighs and calves. He felt a new kind of warmth in his bones, something he had not felt for a long time. He sipped his beer and never took his eyes off the window. She turned and went to put her stockings away, in the same place as her dress. Her garter belt and garters still around her waist. She removed her garter belt and placed with her stockings. He found himself becoming more aroused by this woman he had never seen before. She came towards the window and leaned forward a bit, as if to try and catch a breeze - unlikely. Turning away, she unclasped her bra and allowed her hands to caress her breasts as they swung free in the dim candle light. Her back was towards him so he could not see her doing this. She then slid her white cotton briefs down around her ankles, he found her bum to be very alluring, and bent to pick them up. She placed these with the rest of her clothes. She then sat down in a chair facing the window. She lit another candle on the table next to her. With this further illumination he found that she had acquired a glass of wine and a book. She sipped her wine and began to read her book. Occasionally he could see her hand caressing her leg, or teasing her skin along her inner thigh. She sipped her wine from time to time. This was beginning to really get him. It was as if she was putting on a show for him. After a few minutes, he could see her spread her legs, and could see her touching herself, as only a woman can touch herself. She laid the book down on the arm of the chair. This action gave him an unrestricted view of her. Her hands slowly traversed her body, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples slightly, before settling down between her thighs. She closed her eyes and her head laid back losing her self. By now he had released his member from captivity, and was slowly stroking his hand along it's length. He could feel his blood surging in the hardness. Her eyes closed tightly, he could sense that she might be close. She slid down the chair a little and he could see the faint outline of her triangle, and the curve of her breasts, slowly swaying in the dim light of the candles. He could also perceive a glistening of sweat on her. She began to thrust her hips slightly, and bit down on her lower lip. A crimson flush seemed to bloom on her naked skin, and she opened her mouth and he could see a moan escape her lips. After a it she subsided. Now in earnest he began to finish himself. And in what seemed to be a great release, moaned and spilled himself on to his clothing. A groan escaped his lips. It felt so good. She became instantly alert. Blowing out the candles, she peered at the building opposite her and tried to perceive if there was a presence watching her. After a few moments she could almost see something in the room opposite hers. The next morning dawned warm and bright. Yes it was going to be another sweaty sultry day. He awoke from his slumber and stared out of his window across the way to her window. The drapes were closed to the morning sun. The events of last evening puzzled him. Her initial behavour followed by her reaction was not in sync. If she was going to do that sort of thing with an open window in a lit room, she should expect that someone might watch and get off on it. He dismissed the whole event as an isolated incident. Given the transient nature of the residents, he expected her to be long gone shortly. He showered, dressed and got his tools. He hoped it would be a quiet day. She was awakened by the warmth of the morning light in her small room. It had cooled off some, but in her mind it was going to be a hot sticky day. She decided she would wear a light flimsy sun dress, and nothing else. To hell with what anyone thought. Phoebus ©110804 In the Shadows Doug and Paige worked in the same industry, for two different companies, not really competitors, for the first was a small business, and the second was one of the largest companies in the field. They met at what Doug anticipated to be a mundane briefing. Little did he know that Paige had already scouted him out, and before the first chart had graced the screen she ambushed him with an introduction by a mutual friend serving as her partner in crime that afternoon. A beaming smile, a curvy figure nicely packaged in fashionable business clothes, and mid-back length rich brown hair with a touch of a perm sealed the deal. A whirlwind romance later, they became Mr. and Mrs. Seven years later, they were mutually rewarded by their firms with an all expenses paid trip to one of the most important trade conventions in their industry. After seven years, they had long since exhausted every conceivable sexual variation, and their romantic life was showing signs of stagnation. They had discussed a variety of adventurous exploration, but neither of them were quite brave enough to engage in anything stronger than friendly flirting. Thus, they welcomed the opportunity to spend a long weekend in a paid suite in a top star hotel without the stresses and distractions of the daily grind. Doug had been working out harder and more regularly in anticipation of the trip, and Paige spent the better part of a day visiting various lingerie boutiques at their hometown. The first night of the conference they received a joint invitation to an elite reception, at an exclusive club across town from the conference center. They had a rental car, but decided to take a taxi so that they could both relax without being worried about a DUI. Paige wore a new bright green tightly tailored sleeveless cocktail dress with a daringly low back and button front, that highlighted her eyes perfectly, with matching black seamed stockings and green heels. She looked simply stunning, and Doug couldn't stop complimenting her. The reception was strictly a social event, held at a private club decorated to resemble an English Gentleman's Club, complete with wooden paneling, leather seating, low-level lighting to resemble historic gas or candle light, and even a butler and servants. It was a wonderful evening, and both of them drank more than the single evening's drink that they normally indulged in. After a couple of hours, they found themselves sharing a table with a gentleman, and two ladies. The man was a ruggedly handsome attorney of indeterminate age by the name of Daniel Wilson, with an imposing presence. His wife was also Paige, but she was blonde rather than brunette, and absolutely stunning. Paige Wilson was in her mid-thirties, 5'7", well rounded where she should be well rounded, slender and sleek where she should be slender and sleek. Her legs were long and shapely, her hips perfectly shape, her ass high and tight. Her hair was so blonde as to be almost platinum, and she wore it slightly curved and thick barely to her shoulders. Paige was the type of woman who stopped men in their tracks. Paige and Doug were not surprised when they learned that this Paige had once modeled in Playboy. Their female friend was somewhat of a mystery, whether a lover, friend, or sister was anybody's guess. Jennifer was a stunningly hot younger redhead, younger than the first Mrs. Paige, with a long tangled mane that reached almost to her ass. She was small and petite but nicely packaged, large breasts, slender waist, tight firm ass. Her fishnet stocking clad legs were strong and athletic. It was casually revealed that she had also modeled for a number of prominent magazines, and neither Doug or Paige were surprised. Her spectacular flesh was adorned with a number of bright tattoos, clearly executed by an accomplished artist. One of her entire arms was decorated, with the tattoos vanishing beneath the sleeve and back of her black dress. Paige whispered to Doug, "How far do those tattoos go?" Doug responded, "I don't know but I'd like to find out!" They squeezed each other's hands. The five of them spent the remainder of the evening together. All five were well-traveled, highly-educated, intelligent, and soon became familiar and comfortable with each other. Paige and Doug both felt relaxed, with their inhibitions loosened. Lots of sexual innuendo was being passed around the table. When a dance band started to play a set, Jennifer and Paige Wilson both practically dragged Doug onto the floor. Paige looked at Daniel hopefully, but he apparently had other plans, for he rather pulled his chair up, perilously close to hers. He smiled at her, staring into her eyes, "I thought this would give us a chance to talk privately." She didn't notice that his left arm smoothly slid underneath the table, into the darkness behind the table cloth. Daniel continued the conversation, "You're a stunningly beautiful woman, Paige. How long have you been married?" Paige cocked her head to the side in a trademark gesture, twirling her hair in her finger, "Seven years, why?" Daniel placed his right hand lightly yet sensuously against her cheek, "I'm guessing, from your earlier comments, that you're suffering from the seven-year itch, am I right, dear Paige?" At the same instant, Daniel's left hand closed upon Paige's lower thigh, just above her knee, barely touching the hem of her dress. Paige jumped, just a bit, and her body quivered. She felt like she had just received an electrical shock. Paige and Doug had talked about doing something like this to spice up their sexual life. Paige wasn't drunk, but she had imbibed enough wine to weaken her resistance. In fact, she was quite horny. Mr. Wilson was extremely handsome, and his hand felt really good on her leg. She decided to take the plunge. She remained very still, letting him have his way with her. He moved his chair slightly closer to her, all the while moving his hand cautiously up her leg, massaging her silk-clad muscles, taking his time. He enjoyed witnessing Paige's face and upper chest flush. He dropped his right hand from Paige's cheek, stroking it down her neck, to her bare shoulder, then down her arm. The lovely young brunette stayed completely still, making no move to resist his seduction. He could feel her trembling beneath him. He grinned at her, leaned closely forward, barely kissed her on the tip of her nose, and breathed into her ear, "Do you like what my hand is doing?" Paige gasped, more desperately than she intended, "Oh, yes." He stared into her eyes, and she was mesmerized, simply incapable of breaking his gaze. He commanded, "Tell me what you are feeling, Paige." Her voice quivered, "My heart is pounding, my pulse is racing. I should tell you to stop." Daniel chuckled, "But you're not, are you?" His fingers reached the top of her stockings, explored beneath the lace, and began moving up the bare skin of her upper thigh, his fingertips sliding underneath her garter straps. Paige felt light-headed, "I can't, I can't tell you to stop." Daniel leaned forward again to give Paige a light kiss on her lips, "You want this, don't you Paige?" She couldn't lie, as his fingertips now rested barely underneath the lacy edge of her sheer panties, "Yes." Daniel continued, with some emphasis, "You NEED this, don't you, Paige?" She almost sobbed, "Oh, yes. I REALLY need it." He chuckled again, and slid the palm of his hand atop her lace covered pussy. She gasped, but Daniel noted that at the same time she spread her legs wide open. He thought to himself, This night is beginning to offer all sorts of possibilities. He pressed, and was rewarded with a whimper escaping from Paige's throat. Daniel's right hand rested on her left flank, and gently touched her breast through her dress, while his left hand pressed firmly against Paige's pussy. He could feel moisture seeping through her panties. He rolled his wrist bone against the depression in the center of her panties. Daniel resumed, "Paige, your beautiful body is getting wet for me." Paige opened her mouth to reply but she could only sigh as she arched her hips off the chair, desperately wanting more contact, "Please." Daniel was devious, he wanted to take his time with her, and he fully intended to relish the night. He moved his fingers off her pussy, slipped them underneath the edges of her panties, and quickly penetrated her with his index finger, rotated to gather her moisture upon it, and then withdrew. Paige took a deep sharp breath, closed her eyes tight and gasped loudly. He slid his hand down her thigh, and lifted his finger to his nose. He sniffed it, like the cork from a vintage wine bottle, and slipped the tip of his damp finger into his mouth to taste her for the first time. Paige looked like she was ready to melt. He leaned forward again, his sampling concluded, "Paige, I want you to do something for me." Paige was reeling, "Anything...anything...please." Daniel decided to test this lovely brunette, to see how far under his control she now was, "Paige, I want you to go to the lady's room, remove your panties, and return them to me. Right now." He wondered how she might respond, but she simply stood up, posed for him for an instant, and made a bee line for the lady's room, without having said a single word. Mr. Wilson mentally plotted, while awaiting the return of a beautiful married woman who he fully intended to make his next conquest this very evening. She was quite stunning, thick shining brunette tresses, well rounded full breasts, a slender waist, long legs nicely displayed in those sexy seamed stockings, and blessed with a fantastic ass. He couldn't wait to plunder her body. Of course, his wife and lover would have to keep her husband occupied, but from the scene on the edge of the dance floor, they already had that task well in hand. Meanwhile, Paige was in a stall in the lady's room. She felt dizzy and her whole body was churning. She thought, I shouldn't be doing this. Doug and I should leave. We should leave now. Then she remembered how Mr. Wilson's hand felt on her leg and pussy, and she surrendered to her urges. Doug and her had talked about swinging or swapping or hot wife cuckolding, but it had been nothing more than sexy talk in the bedroom. Both of them were too cowardly to do anything more than talk about it. But when she remembered how Mr. Wilson's hand had crept underneath her skirt, his fingers and palm fondling their way up her stocking, then across her bare thigh, and finally touching her and pressing into her slit, she felt herself moistening again. Now she knew what she had needed for the past two years. She needed to feed on and be fed strange cock. She pressed her panties into her slit and rubbed them against her pussy, making sure that her scent would be strong on them. He seemed to like the smell and taste of her pussy juice. Paige rolled the sheer lace black panties off her hips, and carefully concealed them in the palm of her hand. She practically raced out of the restroom. Her whole body was tingling. She had wanted to sexually step out for some time now, but she had no idea how to arrange such a thing. Having seen (and felt) Mr. Wilson at work, she suspected that this handsome attorney was quite adept at making such arrangements. Her pussy actually twitched for an instant as she thought, God, I want him to arrange me into his bed tonight! But Paige didn't want him to know how horny, desperate and eager she was, and that she was ripe for his plucking. So, as she drew closer to their table, she gained control of herself and walked slowly with her head held up, hair tossed back in its hottest look, working her heels and hips, to all outward appearances a confident and sexy woman walking back to her man. Her Doug, and that hot redhead and blonde, were still missing. She had a pretty good idea of what they were up to, either on or off the dance floor, and that was fine with her. Paige hoped that Doug was at this very moment investigating how far Jennifer's tattoos really went. As for herself, she was just about to give a stranger complete and unconstrained access to her body. And she couldn't wait to do it. Paige stepped up to the table, admiring Mr. Wilson's powerful male physique adorned in perfectly tailored business clothing. Paige thought, He is going to have me tonight. He stood when she approached, held her chair for her, and when she sat down he kissed the back of her neck. Paige felt her pussy lips open just a touch, involuntarily, at his sensual touch. Once seated, and without a word, Mr. Wilson held out his hand before her, palm open, on the table. She placed her hand atop his, and transferred her most intimate piece of apparel permanently into his possession. He briefly lifted them to his nose, and knew instantly that her pussy juices had liberally soaked them. He looked pleased and winked at her, and Paige felt butterflies in her stomach...and somewhere else. With a smile, Daniel casually placed his prize into his suit pocket. Paige beamed at him, and just at this moment the other three members of the party returned from the dance floor, or wherever else they had been. Paige didn't miss that Doug's and the two women's clothing was slightly disordered and they were all flushed, Not so innocent she thought. They had barely sat down, when the house lights began brightening, signaling that closing time loomed. Doug withdrew his iPhone to summon a ride, but Daniel was having none of it, "Nonsense, we're staying at the same hotel, there is no reason for you to wait for and pay for a cab." Paige Wilson smiled at them, "Don't be ridiculous, ride with the three of us, we have plenty of room." Paige's stomach flip-flopped, as she realized that this enchanting evening was really not ending, rather it was just beginning, This was really going to happen. Once in the parking garage, the Wilson car proved to be an expensive four-door Lexus. Clearly business was good for the Wilson household. Mr. Wilson held the door open so that Doug and Paige could enter the rear, he innocently suggested, "Paige, you should take the middle, we'll all be more comfortable." Now, that seemed to make sense, so the brunette occupied the center rear, with her husband to her left. Then, they were both surprised to see him open the two front doors. Paige Wilson occupied the driver's seat, and Jennifer slid easily into the passenger seat. Mr. Wilson then claimed the last open seat to Paige's right. When the ride began, Jennifer reached forward and fiddled with the central console. Low music filled the interior of the car, 40's big band tunes, rich with female vocals, saxophones and a bass. The Lexus had a spectacular sound system, and it was adjusted perfectly for the tunes that were playing. It was late, and Paige Wilson appeared to be taking a route that led around the periphery of the city rather than going directly through it. It was late, there was almost no traffic, a new moon was in the sky, invisible behind a few clouds, and the rear seat of the car was extremely dark indeed. The only illumination was the muted lights of the dashboard, and Paige Wilson had adjusted them as dim as possible, while still being able to see the instruments. Everybody was quiet, the calm after the frenzied social reception. Paige was nervous and excited in anticipation. Mr. Wilson casually permitted his right hand to touch Paige's stocking clad right knee. Paige was surprised and jumped a little. His hand remained, but Paige thought that it might be an accident caused by a bump and a turn, and didn't say anything. Surely Daniel wouldn't start something right in front of her husband. She and Doug held hands. Then it became apparent that Mr. Wilson's hand placement was not accidental whatsoever. He gently massaged her knee through the silky stocking, and then began slowly sliding it beneath her skirt, gently kneading her thigh as he worked his way up. The sensations were all too familiar, it was underneath the table all over again, and Paige's body surged and thrilled. She felt as if she were surrounded and embraced by the smooth, silky, smoky, sensual beat of the music. Mr. Wilson proceeded to slide his left arm around Paige's bare shoulders, and placed his lips against her right ear, "Paige, you are a very beautiful woman. Let me make this ride a journey you will never forget. Open your legs for me. Don't let this night end." Paige hesitated. She gripped her husband's hand hard, I didn't expect him to start with my husband sitting right here. Then she remembered how Mr. Wilson's fingers had felt against her, and the reaction that his touch had generated. Her heart was thundering and she felt faint, I have to do this. She spread her legs wide open, signaling to Mr. Wilson that he could continue his advances, not only permitted but welcomed. He mentally grinned to himself, This is going to be easy. I am going to rock this little hottie's world..." Paige turned her head to her husband, still holding her hand, kissed him, and whispered to him, "This is going to become a very special night. Remember the sexy time we talked about but never acted on? I think tonight is going to be the night. Just roll with it, and remember that I love you." Doug suddenly realized what the subtle shifted motions in the rear seat meant, and why his wife's left hand was holding his hand in a death grip. Daniel kept his hand slowly moving up Paige's thigh, her right leg now pressed directly against him. Paige could feel the eyes in the front of the car on her, and Jennifer had quietly opened and adjusted the mirror in her visor. Paige didn't know how they knew, but she suspected they were well aware that she was being taken in the rear seat, and that they were front row voyeurs to her seduction. Daniel's fingers reached the lacy top of her stockings, and now there was nothing but smooth flesh before his fingertips. Paige started openly quivering, it was finally happening. Daniel slipped his fingers underneath the edges of her stockings. He could feel the brunette trembling, and knew that she was extremely aroused, This was going to be fun breaking in this little filly. He touched her bare flesh, and she jumped slightly, precisely as she had previously. Paige thought to herself, Everybody can hear, I have to be quiet. He let her settle down, then continued his inexorable journey, his hand now buried completely underneath her dress, which was being bunched up out of the way. Daniel moved his left hand across her back, slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder, then he continued down her bare shoulder, cupped her left breast, and undid the top buttons of her dress. Doug watched with undisguised lust, still holding his wife's left hand tightly, and he could feel the intensity of the scene in her grip. Daniel's fingers traced a path on Paige's naked thigh, above the lace top of the stocking, until he reached the edge of her bare pussy. His hands had been here mere minutes before, but then lace panties had been in his way, giving her at least a pretence of marital chastity. Now she had surrendered her only protection to him, and her pussy was naked, open, vulnerable, waiting for his touch. Her sweet spot was his. Daniel whispered into her ear again, "Do you want me to make you come, Paige?" Paige turned her head towards him and all but melted, sighing quietly, "Oh God, oh yes, please." He smiled to himself, Now to have her. Daniel used his fingers to trace her pussy lips. Paige involuntarily arched her hips up against his hand. Doug could feel her body shift position. He could barely discern Daniel's hand underneath his wife's skirt, and saw the skirt of her dress clumped up around her thighs as shadows. The front of her dress gaping open, Daniel's left hand again cupped her left breast, then peeled away the lacy fabric of the bra, releasing her naked breast into his hand. He gently fondled her nipple, now stiffened for him, he knew that her husband could see him playing with his wife's breast. The pale white of her breast was clearly visible in the darkened rear seat, and everybody in the back seat knew that Paige Wilson and Jennifer in the front seat could observe her exposed tit in their mirrors. In the Shadows Now Daniel was ready for the grand finale. He rested his fingertips so that they barely touched the lips of her exposed pussy. Paige was so aroused now that all she wanted was to have Daniel's fingers on her clit and inside her. She moaned, barely loud enough for everybody in the car to hear, even above the music. Daniel whispered into her ear, once more, "Are you going to come for me, Paige?" She whimpered, "Yes, yes, I'll come for you." The young brunette wife was absolutely soaked. He placed his fingers against her pussy lips, which felt solid, soft and hot beneath them. Paige was openly shaking, and tried to arch her hips against him. She had her legs spread as wide as she could, and her husband knew that she was voluntarily spreading her legs for another man. Doug was incredibly aroused, and wondered desperately when the ride was going to end, and who would be sleeping with who when it did. Daniel whispered again, kissing her ear, "Let me, Paige, let me, I'm going to take care of you, the way you need to be handled." She settled down, right until he thrust his index finger deep into her pussy against her g-spot, and placed his right thumb directly upon her clit. Then she exploded. Paige no longer cared who heard her. She gasped loudly, as Daniel ripped his first orgasm from her body. She came violently, shaking and crying. He had one hand on her bare tit, another hand underneath her dress buried in her pussy. Her entire body went rigid and she arched off the car seat as she came again. She was still quivering and shaking, her breast still jutting out of her open dress, her skirt pushed up around her waist, when they pulled up before their hotel. She had stopped having rational thoughts long minutes before, she had surrendered completely to what she was feeling with her entire body. Daniel whispered again into her ear, "I want you tonight, Paige." She turned to him, whimpered, "My husband?" Daniel chuckled, "My Paige and Jennifer will take good care of him. Thirty minutes from now he'll be strapped down to our bed while they have their way with him. Does he eat good pussy?" Paige replied, earnestly, "Oh, God, yes, he does." Daniel chucked again, "He'll be eating pussy tonight until his jaw and tongue are sore." Paige questioned, "And what about me?" Daniel used his tongue on her lips, drove his fingers deep inside her pussy and pulled on her nipple, "I'm going to have my way with you. I'm going to have you every way you can conceivably imagine. Your body is mine now." Paige's heart skipped a beat and she whimpered, "Oh, yes." It was a very long night for all involved. And an even better morning.