CHAPTER FORTY ONE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 11^th (Tuesday).

Joanne has finished her grocery shopping and agreed to have a harmless drink with Matt at the nearby Olive Garden, just as a friend – despite his obvious flirtations.

All the warning signs were there that I should not accept this guy’s offer, but I’ll plead guilty to ignoring them. I should have thanked him for his interest and just moved along back to the house to finish looking for Antioch and taking over Taylor’s old room with my craft supplies.

However, he was so charming, and the slight southern accent in his voice made me feel like there was no harm in a quick drink. He also really wanted to unload on me about his own problems; and honestly, given recent events around the house, I was anxious to hear someone else’s challenges to escape my own.

I didn’t even know Olive Garden had a bar area. We seldom ate out as a family because Tom was always working and I’m an excellent cook. The few times we’ve gone it was for endless salad and soup, and definitely not to sit at the bar and chit-chat.

Tom and I haven’t had a proper “date-night” in years. If we had a night without kids he would train me around the house, and that was good enough for both of us.

I was elated to actually do something ‘grownup’. It was nice to sit and drink a glass of wine out in the open at the bar instead of sneaking it out of a coffee cup so the kids didn’t notice.

The bar was actually quite busy when we got there, but we found two seats together at the end. I wondered to myself “what kind of weirdo goes to an Olive Garden bar on a Tuesday night and just sits?”

Until I realized that, at the moment, I was one of those weirdos.

I ordered a glass of Roscato Rosso Dolce. It’s an inexpensive red wine that I actually buy at the grocery store for the house.

“Oooh, the good stuff.” Matt ordered an old fashioned and said that usually a wine like that comes in a box or with a screw top.

“Gosh, you are such a charmer,” I told him sarcastically, adding that I hadn’t expected my wine choices to be insulted.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Matt apologized and chuckled. “I’m buying, so I thought you may want to order something exotic.”

I would have preferred to buy my own drink, but I thought it may be best to go ahead and accept his offer in case Tom checked my credit card statement. I could be pragmatic about my wine, and told Matt that this would suit me just fine while I took a sip.

He laughed when I made a face, because it was awfully bitter cheap wine.

We sat and talked for a while and he told me of his own situation. He wanted to unburden himself of some of his guilt, about the fact he just didn’t want to marry the woman and things were moving so fast. The short version of the story is that Matt is engaged to a woman he isn’t sure he loves. She’s great in a lot of ways, and apparently one of them is sexually. He moved here with her to be close to her father and the rest of their family, and he was feeling kind of outnumbered because he doesn’t know anybody in Cherry Lawn, while his fiancée knows everybody in town.

“She used to be a cheerleader at the Cherry Lawn High School!” He laughed that everybody seemed to know everybody in this little burgh. “I’ll bet at least one of the waiters here would recognize her from one of the local football games! We go places and I can’t help but feel like half of the guys that recognize her have dated her!”

“This is the woman with nice tits that looks like me?” I asked, as I took another drink.

“Nice tits is a bit of an understatement,” Matt admitted as he complimented my rack. He told me that he wasn’t sure she was “the one” and that he didn’t know how to tell her.

“Honesty is always the best policy,” I echoed the values that Tom holds closest to his heart. “You should just tell her before it’s too late.”

I told him I was no Doctor Phil, but it seemed simple to me.

“You would think it’s that simple…” Matt took a drink and explained that he had so much invested in this wedding. “I’ve gotten to know her family so well and they treat me like one of them. I’ll be honest,” Matt admitted, “I’m more worried I may piss off my future father-in-law than I am breaking her heart. He’s a great guy and a fun drinking buddy.”

We talked a little longer about his situation before the conversation turned back to me. I had expected that to happen, and when he offered me a second glass of wine I warned him that I really needed to go.

“What if I order you to stay?” he asked with a daring glint in his eye.

“I’d laugh and walk out of the Olive Garden,” I told him. There was a quiet pause while I waited for him to offer an explanation for why he said that, and I had to ask him why he thought he could order me in the first place.

“Well, the fact that you have on a skimpy tank top and I can see your piercings through your shirt, and the fact you had no panties on when I grabbed you,” he smirked.

“That just proves I dress like a slut, not that I would do what you tell me.” I was embarrassed he noticed my piercings, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. I had on nipple extenders that were locked in place and hadn’t even realized they were probably very visible in the beige tank top I had on. I looked at him with a playful scowl and took a second glass of wine politely.

“The collar around your neck and the inscription tell me that.” He reached out and took the ingot in his fingers and read the words out loud. It was loud enough that the bartender could hear him saying it.

The Girl Locked In This Collar Is A Slave

Demand Devotion

Punish If Disobedient.

“Now that you’ve broadcast that to the entire Olive Garden, I should probably be going.” I took a sip of the second glass of wine and put it on the bar.

“I was just seeing how you’d react,” Matt smiled and asked me to explain my situation.

“I really don’t think you’d even believe it if I did,” I said. Despite my impulse to leave, I felt this compulsion to stay and let him say whatever he was going to say while I took another drink of the wine – waste not, want not.

“Try me!” Matt really wanted to hear my situation.

I’ve mentioned I have a tendency to over-share, and by now you’ve probably reached the conclusion that I tend to tell stories within stories. I just find so much in my past that seems relevant to what’s happening to me now.

“I think you want me to tell you that my husband keeps me naked every day and has me serve him while he whips my ass,” I said like a smartass.

“Something like that.” Matt raised an eyebrow and said he wished my husband lent me out and made me suck the dicks of random strangers.

I was really outraged and shocked – and at the same time riveted – that this random stranger I’d just met had the audacity to talk to me like that and suggest my husband would whore me out.

“You haven’t left or thrown a drink in my face yet.” Matt smiled devilishly.

“If I were going to throw a drink in your face,” I finished off my second glass of wine and ordered a 14-dollar glass of wine I’d never heard of before “…it would be with something you paid a lot more for!”

He chuckled and took another drink as well.

We talked a little longer and every time I told him I should probably go he would say something a little shocking or even insulting and I would feel compelled to set him straight. I got the impression that he was intentionally trying to rile me up by saying something negative, and that this was all part of his master plan to seduce me.

It was like his own personal Jenga game he was playing – except he was seeing how many times he could say something shocking or borderline insulting and get me to sit there and drink wine. It just seemed like the more he wound me up, the more I wanted to talk to him and prove him wrong.

“I bet you never wear panties,” he said about 10 more minutes into our conversation.

“I bet that’s none of your business!” I was feeling the wine now and I felt like I could be a little more comfortable with him – enough that I didn’t let some of his more outrageous claims bother me.

“I bet that if I reached under this bar and tried to finger you that you’d be wet.” He was charming but incredibly forward.

“And I bet that if you reach under this bar and try to finger me that you’d draw back a stump,” I warned him.

“The thing about betting,” Matt told me, “is that eventually someone’s going to call your bluff and find out what cards you’re holding.”

The Olive Garden was doing brisk business for a Tuesday night, and while it wasn’t filled to capacity there were several customers in the bar drinking and waiting for their table. Cherry Lawn is pretty affluent, and a lot of people like to eat out and have a cocktail, including families.

I was outraged that he would dare, but he casually put his hand under the bar and snaked his finger under my skirt. I closed my legs reflexively around his hand, but he continued to wriggle around.

“Fine,” I took a drink of wine, “get your feel and then I’m going, and this time I’m serious.”

I opened my legs and felt him climb up my legs with his fingers like a cautious spider before putting a thumb on my clit and playing with me. I hate to admit it, but it felt really, really good and long overdue.

I was flustered and turning red with embarrassment. I suspected the waitress or someone close by could see what we were doing, and yet I let him continue to feel me up much longer than I should have.

“You dirty girl.” Matt had a naughty expression on his face as he played with me.

“What would your fiancée think if she saw you here playing with my pussy in front of everyone in an Olive Garden?” I asked rhetorically as I tried to shame him into stopping on his own – while still very much enjoying the touch of a man.

“She’d probably wonder why a married woman is letting me play with her pussy and is so wet.” Matt didn’t withdraw his fingers, and I knew people were starting to be aware of what he was doing, if they didn’t already know. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.” He thanked me with a smile.

“What does it take to get you to think about removing your hand from my pussy?” I asked quietly as I took another drink of wine.

“An offer of a blowjob?” Matt answered bluntly enough that the waitress at the end of the bar could hear. She smiled at us both and shook her head.

“You have some nerve!” I told him, with disgust at how shameless he was being. A couple that was standing next to us clearly saw his hand up my skirt.

“I do.” Matt had devilish eyes, not unlike my husband, and he looked at me as if I were so beautiful.

“Look, Mark,” I started to say.

“It’s Matt,” he corrected me with a grin.

“Whatever.” I was now aware I’d probably had one too many drinks. “I don’t care to know your name and you really don’t care to know mine. Okay?” I realized as I was talking that I was now basically that crazy, drunk bitch that everyone has met at one time or another who sits at the end of the bar and gives people a piece of her mind. “If you want a blowjob, then fine.” I promised him the blowjob of his life.

“Really?” he seemed shocked his forwardness had worked.

“Yeah.” I thought if he was playing me with his version of Jenga, then I would play him with mine and call his bluff. “You want a blowjob? Then let’s get out of here. And once I give it to you we’ll go our separate ways. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. We aren’t friends or fuck-buddies. I’ll give you what you want and even let you play with my titties,” I said as I framed them in my hands and held them up.

“Well, shit!” Matt smiled like he’d just struck gold.

This was a moment of weakness for me, but I don’t blame the alcohol or Matt. As I reflect on what I did next I know that I was the one who suggested we go back outside to his car. He hurried up and paid the check.

I noticed he left a sizable tip for the bartender. I don’t know why I felt the need to snoop, but the fact that he wasn’t cheap with the bartender made me feel like Matt was basically a good guy, and I felt strangely safer for some reason.

We walked outside of the restaurant holding hands. I don’t want to say that I was wobbling, but I definitely needed a little guidance.

The waitress who had seen us earlier smiled at us and said, “You lovebirds have a good night! It’s always nice to see a couple so in love.”

I was going to tell her off and say that we weren’t in love, but Matt took my arm and guided me outside.

“You know I’m not going to let you drive home like this, right?” he assured me.

“You don’t have any control over me.” I held up a finger and slurred my words slightly. “You think because I’m a slave to my husband that I answer to you? I’ll do what I want!” I said as he led me to his car and opened the door for me.

“A gentleman!” I observed with a giggle.

“Call me old-fashioned,” Matt joked as he got in on the driver’s side “When a man’s about to get the blowjob of his life, he should probably open the door for the lady first.”

I sat down in the seat and felt a little sick to my stomach. I wanted to go home and I regretted shooting my mouth off about a blowjob.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Matt offered me an out and said that he felt like he may be taking advantage of me.

“You aren’t getting out of this so easily!” I was drunk and feeling argumentative. If he had said ‘zig’ I would have said ’zag’. The fact that he didn’t want a blowjob only made me want to give it to him more. I was playing my own drunken form of Jenga where I had absolutely no idea what I was doing and just stacking up wooden bricks, apparently.

I pulled my tank top over my head and took it off completely.

Matt looked over at me while starting the car with a big grin. “Let me pull in some place a little more private!”

He drove around behind the Olive Garden to the dumpster and parked and, when he was pretty sure that we wouldn’t be disturbed, started to unbuckle his pants while staring at my tits.

I was touching them and playing with my nipples. They were very sensitive despite being pierced and caught in a bronzed nipple extender that pulled them out. If I’d done half the things I did to Taylor’s nipples to my own, I would have fallen on the ground and had an explosive orgasm, most likely.

“Nuh-uh-uh!” I wagged my finger at him, and Matt looked disappointed when I told him not to touch his belt. That was until I bent over his lap and used my mouth to unbuckle, unsnap, unzip and pull his rapidly hardening cock out of his pants with just my tongue, and wrapped my lips securely around his pecker.

I looked up at him and I could see that he was enraptured.

“If you like that,” I told him while holding his cock in my mouth, “you should watch what I can do with the stem of a cherry!”

I can tie one in a knot; and, on a good day, untie that same knot with just my tongue.

I had been slurring earlier, and I think talking with a dick in my mouth I actually sounded a little clearer.

The skin of his dick was soft in my mouth and it felt like a familiar taste that I’d been missing. I began to kiss and worship it like a good little whore. I had learned to love sucking dick, and I practiced daily with dildos, and Tom, when he was available.

Matt’s dick wasn’t nearly as big as Donny’s, but it was substantial enough; he had nothing to be ashamed of. He was packing at least 8 inches and it was nice and thick and curved slightly to the right, just like I like it. I told him, “Nice dick!” as I began to go down on him.

I didn’t start right away with my most interesting tricks. I began first teasing the head of his prick and then licking the vein under his hood. I remembered how Donny told his sister that was ‘his spot’ and interestingly it was his biological father’s spot as well. I didn’t want Matt to cum right away, so I was going to prolong this, but I wanted him to know he was putty in my hands and that I could make him cum anytime I chose.

I liked that kind of power much more than I did being a Mistress.

There was something so satisfying about embracing my inner slut, and even though I was the one giving the blowjob I felt so in control over this man. He began to play with my hair and tugged at it.

I knew that move pretty well, and Tom didn’t mess around. He would grab my head and thrust me down on his knob hard, to the point he choked me.

“Grab my hair like you mean it…” I looked up at him softly and demanded, “or let it go.”

“Ooh, I like you.” Matt took that as a sign he could get rough with me, and he did. He pulled my hair and forced me down on his cock. I was going to take my time and treat his cock like an ice cream cone, working my way down to his balls, but he was going to take charge; so I let him have the reins and didn’t resist. “Too bad after this we won’t see each other again! You suck dick like a Kardashian with bills to pay!”

I didn’t want to laugh on his cock, but I had to chuckle at that. I didn’t like men who made me laugh while I was trying to do a BDSM scene. Tom had once invited Bud to a motel to double-team me. It was a seedy cheap motel where we spent the weekend fucking and sucking.

They treated me like I was a kidnapped whore they were going to have their way with all weekend. I ended up with bruises all over my tits and feeling like a crack-whore when the weekend was over; but I’ll never forget early on when Bud handcuffed me to the curtain rod and said, “Hang around.”

I knew he was trying to be cute and make things seem less like I was in dire straits by adding a little levity, but he spoiled the illusion that I was really his prisoner and I’d be used in any way he saw fit.

I put my hands on Matt’s and felt the strength in them. I imagined it was Tom’s cock I was sucking, and forced his hands down around my ears to hint he could be even rougher if he wanted.

Matt didn’t need much of a hint. It wasn’t long before he was working my neck like I was a Pez dispenser and forcing my throat all the way to the base of his cock. I made some gurgling noises, and while I’m embarrassed to admit I’m such a brazen slut that I like to be choke-fucked, I was totally ruining his passenger seat with how wet I was.

He kept me at a medium pace, moving my head up and down and filling my mouth, and then he stopped and held me in place. I tried to slide down further onto his dick and wrap my tongue around the tip of his cock like a snake. I knew he was going to cum, and cum he did – all down my throat, shooting a hot load.

“Wow, you took it all.” He was spent. He released my hair and sat back in his chair with his half-hard dick flapping as it rapidly shrank. I wasn’t done though – I kept licking and cleaning his cock with my mouth like a proper slut.

“Now, that was one of the top three blowjobs of my life!” Matt declared thankfully.

I know it was a compliment, but no woman wants to hear she was just top three after she finishes draining your nozzle. I leaned over to kiss him and opened my mouth to let him put his tongue in. He brushed it across my teeth and then stopped. He wasn’t horny any longer and I knew that.

I just wanted to give him a kiss with the taste of his own cum still in my mouth.

“Okay, can I put my top on now?” I started to look around for my tank top and realized that I was still pretty drunk. I had felt a moment of clarity and sobriety while I was sucking his cock, but I think I was just caught up in the moment.

“You threw it out the window,” he chuckled.

“I did? No, I didn’t, Sir.” I thought I was talking to Tom for some reason.

“I must have impressed you if I’m getting called ‘Sir’ now,” Matt chuckled, and asked if I would put his cock away the same way I took it out.

“Give me back my top, and if you can get it up again I’ll give you another blowjob,” I promised. I wasn’t super-sloshed, but I was definitely inebriated enough that what I was saying sounded so completely not like me.

“How about I get out and find it for you?” Matt started to put his dick away and was going to do me a favor by finding it for me.

“Oh, no.” I stopped him before he could by grabbing his hand, and said that, “I ain't skeered to go home topless. You skeered to go home with your pants down around your ankles?”

“Skeered?” Matt laughed at how I slurred the word scared and said he would take his pants off, but I still had my skirt on.

“You think I won’t take off my skirt? Hell, my teenage daughter drives around like this in the daytime.” I unzipped my miniskirt and slid out of it.

“She sounds like a lot of girls I know,” he chuckled as he watched me throw my skirt out the window. THAT I remember doing.

“I bet you know a lot of nasty sluts and dirty girls who suck the dicks of strangers for fun.” I wagged my finger in his face as he looked down at my hairless pussy.

“That’s right.” I pointed to it. “Get a good look at what a hairless cunt looks like. You like that?” I slurred again. I was starting to be aware of what I’d done and just now began feeling a little guilty about it.

“I do, actually.” He told me I had a pretty pussy and that he would drive me home if I told him where I lived.

“I’m not telling you where I live!” I demanded that he let me go now and that I would find my own way home.

“I really can’t let you do that,” Matt chuckled.

“How come you aren’t drunk?” I asked Matt if he put something in my drink. I was wary that I had been duped, although I was far from out of control and just normal tipsy, not crazy drunk.

“You had nine glasses of wine and I had one old fashioned,” Matt reminded me, noting that I downed one after another. I remembered being nervous and I did lose track of how many glasses of wine I’d had. “I would never put something in anyone’s drink. That wouldn’t be fun.”

I remained skeptical, but started to get out of the car and told him if he was any kind of man he would let me go home.

“I’ll give you a ride,” he told me. He said that I couldn’t go anywhere in nothing but heels.

“My teenage daughter runs naked through Cherry Lawn every night!” I admitted.

“Hey, that wouldn’t surprise me. They’re a lot more daring these days than girls were when I was growing up!” Matt chuckled, and asked where those kind of girls where when he was a teenage boy.

“You don’t believe me!” I got out of the car clutching my purse, completely naked except for a pair of high heels, and immediately landed face-first on the pavement, scratching up my tits.

“Seriously, I’ll drive you home!” he begged, and I told him I’d be fine as I pulled myself up to my feet and scratched my knee.

I had ridden bikes here on Sunday with the family, but I honestly couldn’t remember how to get home. I ran around to the side of Olive Garden with my tits jiggling and saw an elderly couple walking to their car. The woman was shocked and horrified but her husband looked amused.

“I just have to get something out of my car!” I tried to explain, but they quickly got in their Cadillac and drove off. I heard the elderly man say, “This is what happens when they legalize gay marriage!” and I saw he had a Trump bumper sticker on the pristine new car.

I flipped him off and grabbed my groceries. I had enough sense to look for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Each time someone came out of Olive Garden I would hide near my car until they left. A few times I was seen and I was sure it wouldn’t be long before the cops pulled up looking for the crazy lady down at Olive Garden flashing her tits.

At this point it had fully dawned on me what I’d just done. The least of my problems would be ending up in the local paper as the streaking woman who was caught running naked at the Loop. I had cheated on Tom! And there was no way to undo that mistake.

I felt nervous and disgusted with myself, but I was also a little drunk and that muted some of the intense feelings of humiliation I would probably have later when it truly hit me and I realized what I had done.

Tom had lent me out to others and would have thought nothing of my sucking off one of his friends when we first got together, but there had never been a time I’d done it behind his back.

I was naked and vulnerable with no idea where my clothes were and a long way from home. I was way too drunk to drive and I knew that as well. On the plus side, it was relatively dark. Even though there were street lights and the moon was out, I felt a quiet confidence that even if I got caught I would eventually get home, and that drove me to keep trying.

A car pulled up next to mine as I hid behind my open Prius door, crouching like a nymphomaniac lunatic. I was sure it was the cops driving straight to my location and my heart began beating.

Matt stepped out of the driver’s side of his car and offered me a ride. “You’re in no shape to drive – I feel some responsibility for you being out here, so if you’ll just let me give you a ride, please?”

“Seriously, fuck off!” I was angry at myself for cheating on Tom, but I took it out on Matt. “The deal was I suck your dick and you leave me be and never talk to me again. You can’t keep your word to your fiancée, so you obviously can’t keep your word to me on that either. I don’t know what I was thinking,” I shouted. I felt a lot like Taylor just then as I angrily tried to drive away the only person willing to help me out of this jam, but my instincts kicked in and I just blurted it out.

Tom was probably very correct that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. I could be like Taylor when I’d been drinking, and not in a good way.

That was mean and uncalled for and definitely mostly the wine talking. I was lashing out but at the wrong person – it was me I was angry with.

Matt got in his car and drove away without a word, leaving me in Olive Garden by myself, completely naked, except for a collar and heels.

The moon wasn’t completely full but it was still high in the sky and shining bright, only adding to the difficulty of making my way home. I chuckled at the idea of mooning traffic while staring up at the half-moon in the night sky over Cherry Lawn.

I wish I could properly describe you for you the difficulty of traveling two miles in heels naked, but I actually don’t remember the terrifying trek through Cherry Lawn all that well. What I do recall was short periods of sprinting across an open space and then creeping into a hidey-hole or behind a wall and watching for cars before repeating my sprint.

I took the heels off not long after I ran out of the shopping mall. I was lucky that most of the stores had all closed except for the few restaurants, so there were only a few lone cars cruising along and I could easily hide. I was certain I was spotted more than a couple times, but each time someone just honked and waved.

I suppose if I’d been a man they wouldn’t have been as delighted to see me. The chances of spotting a woman with huge tits completely bare- ass jogging through a suburb, though, are pretty slim to none usually, and the ones who noticed were amused. I don’t know why none of them stopped to ask if maybe I needed help or wondered what I was doing.

Some teenagers even slowed down and put their car in reverse to check me out before speeding away.

I wasn’t completely mortified only because I was still quite tipsy. I also knew that I would somehow endure and get through this situation, and I kept telling myself that I probably deserved this anyway.

Once I made it to the suburbs it was much easier to blend in. I gained a whole new appreciation for the hell I put Taylor through, going bush to bush and squatting down. Dogs barked, porch lights automatically flipped on, cars pulled out, and each time I felt my adrenalin race as I feared I’d be caught.

It was a cool autumn night, but I’d already developed a fine lather of sweat glistening on my skin. I noticed, when the moonlight hit me just right, how reflective my skin had become as a sheen quickly developed. It reminded me of the way a horse’s skin looks after it’s been ridden hard for hours.

The sidewalk was starting to hurt my bare feet, but I soldiered on, enduring scratches from bushes and pebbles on the bottom of my feet. I felt like maybe this was divine justice and karma for what I’d done tonight and that I should probably be carrying my heels in my teeth, the way we made Taylor do it when we went for a bike ride.

“You lost?” I heard a familiar voice at the stop sign while I hid in a bush. The car pulling up had seen me. My heart jumped out of my throat as it surprised me.

“It’s hard to miss tits like that.” I hunkered down and hid my head until I recognized Matt’s voice. He offered me a ride and said he couldn’t let me run through the neighborhood drunk.

“I’m not drunk anymore!” I slurred angrily at him and told him to drive on. “You got your blowjob; now what does it take to get rid of you?”

“At least let me take your purse and groceries home instead of you swinging those bags around while your tits are bouncing back and forth. You really are fun to watch run,” Matt offered.

“Yeah,” I said skeptically, “I really want to give you my purse with my house keys and my groceries so you can leave me out here with nothing!”

“Look, I’ll let you out a few houses down from your house. You don’t have to tell me where you live. That way if your husband’s at home he won’t see me with you. I’d drive you to Walmart to get some clothes if you want. There’s one about 26 miles from here, according to the GPS, but don’t hold me to that because I use Bing,” he joked.

I snorted a laugh and the taste of his cum washed up in my mouth as I did. I remembered him telling me his life was out of control and he felt like his metaphorical GPS was the search engine that nobody used. He really did seem like a nice guy, and I was thankful he was persistent enough to follow me like this. I assumed he really would drive me across town to get me some clothes.

“Fine,” I emerged out of the bushes and walked over to his car door on the passenger side with my heels, groceries, and purse in my hand, just as natural as you please, and told him I’d let him give me a ride home, but that was the only blowjob he was getting.

I didn’t notice until then, but a woman was walking her dog on the other side of the street and she heard every word I said, and saw me walk out of the bushes naked.

“What? This is still America, isn’t it?” I acted indignant and got in the car with him. Matt and I both laughed at the shocked, scornful look on the woman’s face as I waved goodbye from inside the car and he pulled away.

“So where am I going?” he asked.

“222 Cherry Lane,” I told him my actual address without thinking.

“That sounds made up,” he laughed and plugged the address into his GPS.

“My father-in-law to be lives right near there,” he observed with pleasant surprise.

“His name wouldn’t be Dave Vulgus, would it?” I started to realize that this was the man who was marrying my neighbor’s daughter; fate had a funny way of connecting people like this.

“The very same.” Matt smiled and said that he loved Dave. “He has such a great sense of humor and we’re a lot alike in that way.”

“Yeah, I know.” I felt a little sick to my stomach over it and asked him why he wasn’t at his wedding rehearsal.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me,” Matt said as he turned on to a street near my house that I recognized.

“Try me.” I told him, given the unbelievable week I was having that nothing would shock me too much. I was sitting up straight in the seat without even trying to hide the fact I was completely naked in the car with him, and I don’t know why.

“Well, can I ask that you stop playing with yourself first?” Matt asked politely.

I didn’t realize it, but I’d been masturbating myself furiously in his car the entire time we’d been talking and not even thinking about it.

“I’m so sorry about that.” I told him I was sorry for getting his car seats ruined and that his fiancée would probably know another woman had been in the car.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Matt threw me for a loop when he explained his absence from the rehearsal. “I volunteered to go to the store because our babysitter ate our wedding cake. It was just a practice cake, so it wasn’t the real thing, but it seemed like an omen to me, you know?” he said.

I was afraid to tell him that was my daughter, and let him continue. I didn’t stop playing with myself. It felt really good, and I was nervous and a still a little drunk.

“After I saw you staring back at me yesterday in the grocery store I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wondered why you had on that silver chain collar and if it meant what I thought it did,” he explained.

I asked what he thought it meant, and he told me exactly what the collar I had on tonight confirmed. “I like submissive women, and yet you had such a quiet strength about you. You remind me of the southern women I grew up with. The kind who cared for their family and their men in the old fashioned way, and have the traditional man-and-woman marriage of the 1950s,” he explained.

I didn’t believe I’d had such a profound effect on him, but he said that at work today he couldn’t stop thinking about me. He’d made up a reason to ditch the wedding rehearsal as soon as he could, in the hopes I’d be at the grocery store. “It was a long shot,he explained, saying that he’d told me to meet him at the same time today, and when he saw me bent over in the store, dressed so sexy, he thought it was fate.

I told him that I was flattered but that this was a one-time thing.

He told me he knew that, but he meant it was fate in that he knew that if he could so turned on by a stranger that his fiancée Kate wasn’t the right one for him. He told me that he was desperate to have a drink with me, though, because he wanted to find out more about me.

“Well, you got to see that I’m a dirty slut who plays with herself in front of men she doesn’t know,” I told him as we turned onto Cherry Lawn. I told him to let me out at the end of the street.

I would dash the rest of the way home.

“You gave me your address, so I already know where you live,” Matt reminded me and continued driving to my house.

I felt like I should probably be marched on all fours the entire block, just like Taylor, for what I’d done.

“You don’t know if my husband’s home,” I warned him.

“If your husband was at home you wouldn’t have been after some dick at the Olive Garden tonight,” Matt assured me.

He was right – very right.

“Listen…” I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek as we pulled up to my house. “Let’s keep what happened between you and me, and you think about what you want to do with Dave’s daughter. I think you’re probably just having some pre-wedding jitters. And honestly, these days love is too precious to throw away to find something that doesn’t even exist. You have an idealized view of who I am and about a past that never really happened, like you saw on TV shows about the 1950s. I’m obviously a slut who sucked off a guy I didn’t know and ran naked through my neighborhood, so I’m not that wonderful woman you want. And honestly, my advice is probably not worth a shit either because I’ve made some bad choices tonight,” I said. I was sobering up quickly.

“I’ll think about what you said, but I have to warn you there’s a guy standing in the yard watching us. Is that your husband?” Matt ducked down slightly at the figure of the man in my yard.

“No, that’s just Mr. Goldman, my neighbor.” I stepped out of the car completely naked and put my heels on while bending at the waist. It was dark out, but with the moon and the streetlights on the road he could see me, still with a sheen of sweat on my back from running.

“Hey, Mrs. Swift.” Mort waved at me as if it were perfectly normal for me to get out of a stranger’s car completely naked. He was clearly waiting for Taylor, who I assumed wasn’t home yet.

“Is my daughter home yet?” I asked as I stood completely naked in front of him in my front yard.

“No, she won’t be for another hour,” Mort said as he waited quietly for her.

“Do you want a chair or something?” I asked him politely. I waved at Matt as he shook his head and chuckled at how calmly I talked with Mr. Goldman while remaining completely naked.

“No, that’s fine.” Mort politely declined and asked if I was out trying on my Halloween costume tonight.

I was still just a teensy bit tipsy and I didn’t understand what he was talking about, until he reminded me that I’d pretended once I was going out as a dog as well.

Matt was apparently watching and waiting for me to go inside; or maybe he was just waiting to see if Mr. Goldman molested me before he left me alone with him. I’m not sure.

The mood to play Jenga with Mort came over me again, and I got a mischievous smile on my face. I decided I would see if I could blow both of their minds.

I got down on my hands and knees, stuck my ass up, and let my tits drag the pavement in the driveway. I looked up playfully at Mr. Goldman and panted with my tongue hanging out. I didn’t look back over my shoulder at Matt, but his car hadn’t pulled out of the driveway yet. I decided no one would believe him if he told them the woman he drove home naked randomly got on all fours and pretended to be a dog after he dropped her off, so I played the role to the hilt.

I sat up on my knees and stuck my tongue out while holding my hands slightly above my tits, as if I were begging, and barked happily at Mr. Goldman.

“Very believable,” Mort’s deadpan sense of humor made it difficult to tell when he was being facetious, but I knew he was since I looked nothing like a dog. “Is this your dog handler?” he asked.

“No, he just donated a little cum to my almond milk tonight is all.” I motioned to the bag of groceries I’d set on the ground near me, before asking him to walk me inside if he had time to donate a little more himself.

I waved at Matt as Mr. Goldman came over to my side. I had to tell Mr. Goldman to grab me by the collar since I didn’t have a leash, and he could walk me inside.

Matt pulled out of the driveway, and before he left he rolled down the window and admitted he was wrong. “You weren’t one of the top three blowjobs I ever had.”

I assumed I’d hurt his feelings by flirting with my Goldman, and I pouted and whined like a hurt little puppy – I really didn’t care if he wanted to be mean to me. I’d never see him again, as far as I was concerned, and if I did I’d deny that we ever did anything together.

“You were the absolute best!” Matt rolled up his window and drove away, leaving me wiggling my ass and panting like a happy little pup!!