Keena and Gabe

"Fuck yes," was her firm answer. The 45 minutes in the grocery store had been the most erotic experience of her life and being stuck in that dreadful traffic, unable to savor and enjoy the experience while relieving the sexual tension, had been driving her to the edge of insanity. But now she was in a quiet empty place where no one would be watching her and she could do what she so needed. (Later Keena would learn of the thrill of being watched).

She got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. Once in the passenger seat, she slid it back and then laid the back of the seat down as almost far as it would go. It occurred to her that she still wanted to be able to see over the dashboard, just in case someone else drove into the parking lot. She tugged her skirt up so it was around her middle like a broad denim belt, leaving her naked from the waist down. Then she raised her feet and placed them on the dashboard, spreading her naked thighs lewdly to either side. She finished her preparation by pulling her sweater up over her breasts. How totally indecent, I am she thought. Imagine if Beer Cooler Guy could see me now. She giggled at the thought.

Keena wasn't in a great rush to masturbate herself to a climax. She had found a place where she could slowly stroke her pussy and fondle her breasts while she thought about the events of the morning. Her right hand was sliding slowly back and forth stroking the sensitive flesh behind her outer lips. She was so wet there was no friction, just a delightful feeling that was sending delicious erotic signals to her brain. Occasionally she let her fingers graze her clit, which was swollen and extended well beyond its hood. She didn't do a lot of that at first because she didn't want to cum immediately. Over the last couple of years of frustration with Gabe's lack of interest in sex she had learned how to masturbate slowly and thoroughly so that she savored the buildup to the inevitable climax. There were techniques for this that she had learned from some of the women's sex blogs she had indulged herself in when Gabe was away.

Meanwhile the other hand was softly massaging her breasts, occasionally flicking the sensitive nipples with a thumb, but not pushing herself to the edge. She had read about women who could masturbate their breasts to the point of bringing themselves to a climax, and she had done it a time or two, but that was not what she wanted today. Her climaxes reached that way were small, soft ones. She wanted something much stronger.

It was quiet and cool here with the breeze blowing through the open windows of the car and what she wanted to do was to think about her experience of the last hour. It was terribly naughty she knew. Before she had married Gabe and left home her mother would have sent her to her room for a week, maybe a month, if she knew what she had done this morning--walking through a grocery store with no under garments, flaunting her bouncing tits and swollen nipples to every man in the place, flirting with the handsome Beer Cooler Guy while he lusted after her nearly naked tits. Terrible. Just terrible. She had been raised better than that. "And it was so much fucking fun," she said aloud. As she spoke she slid two fingers into her dripping cunt, twisting and wiggling them to touch all those nice sensitive places lining its walls. Her mind kept returning to the fun she had flirting with Beer Cooler Guy.

She kept her low key masturbation up for about 15 minutes, but she could feel her need to finish building. "Yes I was certainly a bad girl this morning," she said. "But I won't do it again. That was way too risky." She knew that was a lie when she said it, but she didn't really care. All the sexual tension of the morning was building in her now, pushing her towards the climax that would justify all of it--the improper dress; the flaunting of her bouncing tits and swollen nipples; the shameless flirting with Beer Cooler Guy; her driving need to masturbate as she headed towards home; and her nearly public display of her private parts here in this empty parking lot. Now she had three fingers in her cunt, finger fucking herself more quickly pushing and twisting the fingers deep in her cunt and then withdrawing and thrusting again, and again, and again... It felt so fucking good. She pulled her hand away from her breasts and begin to use it to softly stroke her clit.

As she approached her climax she let her imagination paint a brief fantasy in her mind. She often did this when she masturbated.

She was on her knees before Beer Cooler Guy, her sweater on the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up. She had opened his pants and his big cock was sticking straight out bobbing obscenely in her face. Keena knew anyone could walk in on them, but she wanted to suck that big cock in front of her. It was such a big cock she was sure she couldn't swallow it.

"Where did that come from?" she asked herself. She had never sucked anyone's cock much less swallowed it. That was just something she read about on the internet. No matter.

Her fantasy focused solely on the cock, the big beautiful cock. It was long and straight, ribbed with engorged veins and a beautiful plum shaped head that took on an angry red color as she worked it. She started by licking that obscene looking head and then working down the underside of the shaft with her tongue, slobbering her saliva freely to lube everything, while she massaged the balls at the base of the cock with her hand. They were big balls, sure to have a load of cum to deliver. She sucked the head and first few inches of the cock into her mouth. Her fantasy remained focused solely on the cock, the big, beautiful, totally obscene cock before her face. No thought was given to the owner of the cock. It was all about the cock. She stroked the shaft with a twisting motion as she worked on the head and the first inch or two of the shaft with her tongue, her lips, and the inside of her mouth. She loved the sensation of the cock pushing out against the sides of her mouth. She used her finger tips to fondle his balls and then slid them down and behind to where she could caress his asshole. She heard a groan as she toyed with his ass.

Then the owner of the cock returned to the fantasy. He grabbed her head and was telling her, "Suck it bitch. Suck it." She closed her lips tightly and sucked as she slipped a finger into his ass, probing and massaging his prostate. His balls were pulled up tight against his scrotum and she could feel his cock, the cock, swelling in her mouth as his climax approached. She pulled her head back, sucking hard as the cock left her mouth with a pop. She wanted to see it squirt. She twisted her hand on the hard hot shaft, still slippery with her saliva. One twist, a second twist, more pressure on his prostate, and it came with a groan and a rush of cum flying from the tip that sprayed across her face and her naked tits. She had pulled back on purpose wanting the cock to spray it's massive load of hot slippery cum on her face and chest.

Now Beer Cooler Guy, the owner of the cock, was back, standing above her gasping to recover his breath. She looked up at him and smiled as his cum dripped from her face and tits. He reached in his jacket breast pocket and handed her a handkerchief to clean up with.

Keena's own orgasm, her real world, masturbating in the empty high school parking lot orgasm, followed shortly. She arched her back and groaned as every muscle in her body cramped. The muscles in her cunt pushed her fingers together and then out of her body. It was a long orgasm that ripped through her body in waves of pleasure, until she finally collapsed back in the passenger seat of her car gasping for air.

"Wow," she said aloud as she lay there in the reclined passenger seat, still indecently clad and breathing hard. "Wow. That was fucking fabulous."

"I wonder why I swear like that when I masturbate?" she asked herself. "I never talk that way around anyone else, not even Gabe. Especially not Gabe." She levered the seat back up and rearranged her clothes so she looked semi-decent. "Gabe," she said to herself. "He really is the source of my problem. I mean it's a problem. I told myself I would never do this again, but I lied, and I knew I was lying when I said it. I will do this or something like it again, and again, and again. It's just too fucking good. But if Gabe and I just had a better sex life, then maybe I wouldn't have to do this. Maybe."

When Gabe returned from his business trip late that afternoon Keena didn't say anything to him about her adventure of earlier in the day. They ate the steak and baked potato dinner Keena fixed, sharing a bottle of red wine, and talked over dinner about his business trip. When he asked how her day had been she replied, "Oh same old, same old. I did the laundry. Went to the market. You know."

Pausing for a moment, she added, "Traffic was terrible," without the courage to go any further into her day.

Gabe responded, "Yeah. It just seems like it gets worse every year."

He helped her with the dishes and then they sat and watched a mindless sit-com on TV until 8:30 when Gabe said he was tired and he was going to bed early. He didn't suggest she join him and from past experience she knew it would be fruitless for her to do so. He would be snoring before she could even get into her nightgown and crawl into bed next to him. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with the rest of the evening, but in an abundance of caution she slipped into the bedroom ahead of Gabe and retrieved her nightgown. As she walked out of the bedroom she passed Gabe who said nothing about the fact that she was carrying her nightgown.

When she returned to the kitchen she decided to take the remaining half of the bottle of wine they had opened for dinner and move to the back porch. It was a beautiful warm night out, not as hot as the day had been but still pleasantly warm. She also decided that before she went out she would change into her lightweight summer nightgown. After taking the wine and her glass out and setting it on the patio table Keena returned to the kitchen to change into her nightgown. Once she stripped off her jeans and T-shirt she stood there in her bra and panties (garments she had barely gotten through the dryer before Gabe returned home). "You know," she told herself," I don't really need these. It will feel oh so much better out there in the warm air with just the night gown on." Stripping off the bra and panties, she stood naked at the sink cleaning a couple of remaining dishes. Smiling she thought, "Oh imagine if I had gone to the grocery store dressed like this. That would have got those dirty old men's attention." Keena laughed at the thought as she pulled her thin night gown on over her naked body and stepped out onto the back porch.

She sat for a long while sipping at first one and then another glass of wine and then finally directly from the bottle. As she sat on the back porch she thought about her exciting morning. By the time the second glass of wine was gone she was feeling more than a little drunk, and more than a little horny. It's dark here on the porch, Keena thought. Okay, perhaps there is a little light coming from her kitchen window, but surely no one can see me. She smiled as she thought, that how sexy it would be if someone was watching. How nasty she thought as she slid one hand under her nightgown and began to stroke her pussy. The other hand was massaging her tits through the night gown.

She wasn't in a hurry to make herself cum. In fact she had told herself when she started that she would not masturbate to a climax. She was just going to do this because it felt so good while she replayed the morning's events in her memory. "Was it really so bad?" she silently asked herself. She pulled the nightgown up so she was naked below her waist. It made it a little easier to masturbate, but the real reason was to be half naked in her backyard. She took a long pull on the last of the wine straight from the bottle. Gabe would have a stroke if he came out on the back porch and saw me drinking straight from the bottle... and naked from the waist down with two fingers molesting my pussy. But it felt so good--drinking from the bottle; lying half naked in her back yard; stroking her pussy lips right there in the back yard where anyone could see her, except of course it was dark, sort of.

She chuckled. "Yup, this morning was pretty bad," she told herself. "And so's this." She had pulled her night gown over her head now so she was laying completely naked on the chez lounge. One had was softly massaging her tits and the other continued to softly stroke her slippery pussy lips.

"But it felt so fucking good," she replied continuing her internal debate.

"Which part, you slut?"

Keena giggled. "Well, all of it really."

"Even when you got dressed and deliberately left off the undergarments?"

"No no. Not that. I didn't even think about sex until that dirty little guy pushing the grocery carts stopped to watch my tits jiggle." As she spoke to herself she used both hands to lift her breasts. Her neck was long enough so that with a stretch she could bend forward and kiss each nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Well that was nasty," her other self said.

"What? What was nasty?"

"Kissing your tits while that old pervert Mr. Roberts is watching." Mr. Roberts was a middle aged gentleman who owned the house immediately behind. It's second story windows had a perfect view of all of Gabe and Keena's back yard. She had seen him watching her from the upstairs window as she mowed the lawn in shorts and a halter top.

"What. He can't see me. It's dark out here."

"Not that dark. There is a lot of light out here from the kitchen." That was when she saw the upstairs light in Mr. Roberts' house come on briefly and then blink off.

"See," she told herself. "Now he's got his lights off so he can see you better."

"Hmmm." Keena spread her legs to either side of the chair and resumed stroking her wet pussy. She found the idea of being watched titillating. I hope he is, she thought.

"You're a slut," she told herself.

"Hmmm," she purred as her pussy responded to her treatment of it. "I hope so," she whispered."

Keena slipped a finger into her cunt and tried to turn her mind to the problem of Gabe. But she couldn't really masturbate and think about Gabe. She could think about what she had done that morning while she masturbated.

"Really," she told herself, "I understand that flaunting your tits in the grocery store and masturbating in the empty high school parking lot, felt incredibly good, but that was all so wrong, so tawdry, and you know it."

Keena whined quietly as she now had two fingers sawing in and out of her cunt and her thumb sliding between her swollen pussy lips softly massaging the tender flesh behind them. "Yes, but that was what made it so good, that it was so wrong, so nasty. Anyway, I promised I wouldn't do it again."

"But isn't that exactly what you are doing now?"

"Yes," she whispered. She could feel her body tightening as her climax approached. It was still a ways off, but it was still there. "Yes, and it feels so fucking good."

"Masturbating? That always feels good. Or is it that you are naked and masturbating in your back yard while that old pervert next door watches?"

Keena gasped as she flicked her clit with her finger tips.

"Yes. Alright, yes," she said. "Thinking that old pervert is watching me is good. It makes this even better."

"You're as much of a perv as he is. Maybe more."

"Yeeeeeeeees!" She groaned quietly as she could as her climax ripped through her. Her back arched off the chez lounge and she held that position as several waives of orgasm rolled through her. Then she lay gasping on the piece of patio furniture.

Once she recovered a bit, she sat up and swung her legs to the side. She grabbed the wine bottle and finished it off and then sat thinking, "I learned one thing today. My orgasms are much better when I'm naked or near naked in someplace where I shouldn't be that way.... And, I'm probably going to do it again." That made her giggle. "Okay, I'm more than a little drunk too."

Her other self said nothing in response.

She sat silently for a bit longer, finally telling herself, "But there is still the problem of Gabe. What am I going to do about Gabe?"

As it turned out Gabe was going to be much less of a problem than Keena thought. He had been clandestinely watching her out a bathroom window as she masturbated.

When Keena first went out on to the patio she had tripped and knocked over a small table next to the door. Gabe heard that noise as he lay in bed languidly jerking his cock. Gabe wasn't close to a climax. There was no rush. He didn't expect Keena to come to bed for at least an hour. He was replaying a lurid fantasy he had been reading about fucking a stripper in the back seat of a rental car. His imagination conveniently used the image of the young woman he had watched the day before as the stripper in the story. He hadn't fucked her, of course, or even seen her naked. She was a flight attendant, but he loved imagining her to be a stripper sucking his cock in a rental car.

When he heard the crash of the table Keena knocked over he lay frozen, his hand still gripping his rigid prick. After that there was silence. "Must be that damned cat Gabe thought and attempted to pick up his fantasy where it had been interrupted. But his mind wouldn't cooperate. "What if it's a burglar, he thought? Or a rapist having his way with Keena? "I better check," he told himself.

He rose from bed pulling his boxers into place, which did nothing to hide his rampant, but now sagging, erection. He walked to a bathroom alongside the patio and looked out the window. He was utterly shocked at what he saw--Keena laying on the chez lounge, her night gown pulled up to her waist and one hand busily masturbating her sex while another mauled her breasts through the flimsy nightgown. Gabe stared in disbelief. How could Keena, his pure sweet wife, be... He was at a loss for words. Keena was lying half naked on the chez lounge, her sex exposed for anyone to see, playing with her tits through the flimsy nightgown and masturbating her sex like a wanton slut. Gabe was in shock.

But another emotion quickly replaced Gabe's shock--lust. As he watched he felt his prick which had gone limp as he searched for a burglar, rise back into a full erection and poke it's head out the opening of his boxers. Without thinking, Gabe's right hand sunk to his waist and he began to stroke and pull on his cock. Gabe had watched women masturbating on the internet lots of times and jacked off while he did it, but this was real and... this was Keena. As he stood jerking off and watching his wife lustfully molesting herself, it occurred to him that perhaps he should retreat to the bedroom and let his wife have her privacy. Privacy, what privacy? If she wanted privacy she wouldn't be lying half naked out here on the back porch where old man Roberts could see everything she was doing. No Keena wasn't seeking privacy he decided. He pushed his boxers down and continued stroking just as Keena pulled her night gown over her head so she was completely naked. Tossing the nightgown aside, Keena grabbed the wine and drank straight from the bottle, more shocking behavior to Gabe.

Gabe stood at the window using both hands, one massaging his balls, and occasionally stroking his perineum, and the other stroking his cock. The tip of his prick was leaking copious amounts of precum. Gabe was using that glistening, slippery liquid as a lube. He'd never leaked this much. Soon the whole shaft and tip of his cock was liberally coated and his hand made a truly nasty slurping sound as it slid up and down the slickly coated shaft. He had to work hard to resist the urge building in his balls to spew his cum out in orgasm. He wanted to wait until he could see Keena climax.