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 The following is writing for adults.  My stories attempt to follow the
mental process that people with hidden desires go through.  I base many of
my ideas and events on real-life, true occurrences of myself or people I've
known.  I would enjoy getting responses from readers letting me know their
thoughts.

   My e-mail is wombat_33@yahoo.com.

   Suburban Fantasies by Tempting Fate

   CHAPTER 1

   Lori listened to the grinding sound of the garage door closing.  Next
the sound of Brad's truck pulling away for work reached her ears, followed
by the silence of the predawn neighborhood.  She looked at the clock. 
6:10.

   Her husband's dedication to his new job was admirable.  The long hours
were tiresome, but the stability and prospects for the future were worth it
she had convinced herself.  That was just one of the many things that she
loved about him.  The effort he put into his work and how much he cared for
her and little Harry.

   She thought of Brad.  In many ways they had grown closer than ever over
the years.  Comfortable.  Safe.  Brad was aging well.  He had always had
broad shoulders and in the last decade since they had married his somewhat
skinny frame had filled out nicely.  His eyes still twinkled when he looked
at her and those lips..mmmmmmmm..those lips still made her moisten
sometimes when she looked at him.
6:13.
Lori's hand subconsciously slid between her thighs and under her brief

cotton panties.  Her long slender fingers slowly rubbed her pussy lips and
brushed against her sleeping clit.  Her other hand reached under the
t-shirt and gently brushed the outside of her left breast.

   As she debated between getting up and out of bed versus falling back to
sleep as she played with herself, Lori considered the possibility that this
was the best part of her day.  The peacefulness after Brad left and before
Harry got up was certainly the most restful part of her day.  As she parted
her legs slightly she realized that this was probably the best part of her
sex-life as well.

   How pitiful is that, she thought.

   Brad had been brought up relatively conservatively, as had Lori.  He was
thoughtful, and gentle and..and comfortable.  Yes, comfortable was the best
word Lori could use to describe Brad's lovemaking.  Lori simply did not
have it in her to tell Brad that she would like him to be more forceful
sometimes.  And she did not think that being forceful in bed would come
naturally to Brad anyways.

   Their lovemaking always took place in their bed.  At night.  In the
darkness, with Lori on her back, her legs spread as Brad gently thrust into
and out of her.  It felt nice.  She never came, but always said "Good" or
"Nice" when he asked how it was for her.  Brad always came in her, as Lori
was on the pill, and she always felt the need to clean up afterwards. 
Occasionally Brad would start out by licking her.  Once in a great while he
would do it long enough that Lori achieved orgasm.  But not often.

   Lori's fingers continued to play with her lips and gently rub her
semi-aroused clitoris, as she thought of their lovemaking.  Brad rarely
asked her to give him blowjobs, although she had on occasion, and would do
so willingly if he asked her to.  She never told him how much she enjoyed
his cock in her mouth.  How she liked being on her knees.  How thinking of
a man asking her to give him a blowjob made her wet.

   No, she thought.  It wasn't a man asking her.  It was a man telling her.


   "Suck my cock." Or even just "Suck".

   The last time she had Brad's cock in her mouth must have been over three
months ago, she realized.  She had almost had an orgasm while sucking him.
They had both been drinking a little on a rare night out.  While going to
the restroom in the nice little Italian restaurant in their town, she had
passed a man coming out of the men's room.  Lori normally did not look much
at other men.  And this man was fairly average in appearance.  Maybe 5'9,
losing some of his hair, with a neatly trimmed goatee and dressed in a
casual dark business suit.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Except for his
eyes.  They had been piercing, but more than the eyes themselves it was the
way he looked at her.  He looked at her with confidence ..  and a reserved
desire ..  and .  and something she could not quite understand or explain.
He had looked at her and she knew..she KNEW that he was thinking what it
would be like to have her.

   Lori had had men leer at her before.  At 34 she still had a nice figure
and was tone in the right places, particularly her legs.  But this had been
different.  Not a leer, just an appreciation of her body and what it could
do for him.  She had felt like he could see into her soul and knew the dark
fantasies that she played through her mind's eye when she was alone and in
desperate need of release.

   It had been only a brief moment, but it had unsettled her.  And then as
she and Brad had left the restaurant they had passed by the man's table. 
He had glanced at her again and caught her eye as they walked towards the
table.  Lori had quickly looked away as she followed Brad out, and shifted
her gaze to the woman sitting next to the man.  The woman was very
attractive and in a split second Lori realized that the woman was staring
at her with a smile on her face.  She looked Lori's body up and down and
then had leaned over to the man and whispered to him with a smile on her
face all the while looking at Lori.  And then the moment passed and she and
Brad were at the valet, waiting for their car, talking about how nice the
restaurant was and "How was the pasta".

   After getting home, paying the pretty neighbor girl babysitter and going
to their bedroom, Lori had knelt down to get to the bottom drawer of her
side of the dresser.  With the bedside lamp on low, and Brad standing right
next to her she had thought of the man.  And almost subconsciously she had
reached and fondled Brad through his slacks.  He had given a pleasant
"mmmmm" sound which, thus encouraged, had caused Lori to unzip Brad's
slacks and gently pull out his penis.  She had immediately taken Brad's
hardening member into her mouth and sucked it with her tongue sliding along
and under his shaft.

   Lori's mouth had watered at that time and her mouth was watering again
now at the thought of that evening.  Brad hadn't waited long until
suggesting that they move to the bed where he had spent all of 10 minutes
gently sliding his cock into her.  Lori had been so turned on being on her
knees and thinking of that man, that her hand had started stroking her wet
pussy lips.  She had become more excited and recognized the very beginning
sensations of what led to her orgasms when Brad had ended her oral
ministrations.

   Now as Lori lay in her bed she transformed the Brad from that evening
into the man she had seen.  Outside, in the parking lot this time, she was
in her nice black dress that showed off her 34C breasts and clung tightly
to her still nice ass.  She pictured herself from the side, for some
reason, in the darkness between two parked cars.  She had on her sexy,
strappy high heels that always made her feel naughty.

   She felt his hand on her shoulder.  "Get on your knees", he said.  When
she hesitated she felt the pressure of his hands pushing her downwards.  "I
said..Get on your knees", he repeated slowly while staring her right in her
eyes, a small smile on his mouth.

   She felt the hard concrete on her knees, her dress pulled up to avoid
ruining it.

   "Suck my cock", he almost whispered, as he unzipped and pulled out a
nice semi-erect penis.

   "It hurts my knees".

   "I don't care.  Suck." Again the small smile on his lips.

   She took him slowly into her mouth.

   "Deeper", he commanded, "use more tongue." She felt the pressure of his
hand on the back of her neck and wondered why he wasn't just grabbing her
hair.  The realization that he probably didn't want to mess her hair up too
much when she had to go back to her husband turned her on for some reason.
He was nice.  And cruel.

   "Do you like sucking cock?" She didn't answer.

   He grabbed her hair and stopped her bobbing head.

   "Answer me."

   "mmmmph.yes," was her muffled, timid reply.

   "Yes, what?" He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

   "Yes...  Yes I like sucking cock."

   "With your husband waiting in the restaurant?"

   No reply.

   "Answer."

   "yes", she replied softly.

   "I know", he whispered in her ear as he bent over her.  "Now suck me
until I come in your pretty little mouth.  I want you to swallow my cum. 
It would be a shame to have any drip onto that pretty black dress where
your husband would notice.now wouldn't it?"

   "Yes"

   The man was more forceful now with his cock, thrusting into Lori's mouth
as her drool coated him and dripped out of her mouth.  She felt the head of
his cock engorging with blood and growing in her mouth.  His eminent orgasm
turned her on immensely, knowing that she was bringing him pleasure.  He
stiffened and groaned quietly, filling her mouth with his cum.  She
swallowed once, and then again.  As he pulled his cock from her she felt a
loss as well as a strand of cum connecting her to him.  As he wiped his
cock on her cheek he said, "Good girl", to her.

   Lori's fingers were working along her slit and occasionally into her
dripping pussy as she replayed different variations of the man using her
mouth through her mind.  Each time she came closer and closer to her
orgasm, straining the muscles in her legs, her breath coming in short
gasps.

   Just as she felt the beginning of her orgasm approaching a voice reached
through her climactic haze, "Mommy.  Mom."

   Harry was up.

   "Harry just go downstairs," she said quickly.

   He climbed into bed next to her.

   "Harrison, can you leave mommy alone for just a little bit," she
pleaded.

   "I'm hungry."

   "NNgggg," came the frustrated sound from her lips.  Her peak faltered,
then fell.  Lori continued to pump two fingers in and out of her wet vagina
as Harry snuggled up against her.  She felt frustrated and naughty at the
same time for continuing to masturbate with her son in the bed with her,
but knew that the four year old had no clue as to what she was doing.  She
wondered, as she occasionally did, whether Harrison would have a nice cock
when he grew up.  Wondered who would first make love to him.  Wondered what
it would feel like to have him inside her.  These thoughts disgusted and
excited her at the same time and she quickly went back to her thoughts of
the Man forcing his cock into her mouth.

   She realized a morning orgasm was not in her schedule for today and
pulled her fingers from her pussy with a soft squishy sound.  She tasted
her fingers which never failed to make her feel naughty, especially with
her son looking at her as she did so.  Lori enjoyed the taste.  Something
else she never told Brad, or anyone for that matter.

   6:37.  "What would you like for breakfast, honey?" she asked, and
thought about her

   coming day.