A Lesson in Civic Responsibility

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, DomSub, MaleDom, Rough, Light Bond, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Needles, Prostitution, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young couple go out for a night of dinner and dancing. Trouble starts when, as they leave the club that evening they damage the car parked next to theirs. In order to make good on the damages the wife must become a sex slave to the owner of the club.

Chapter One

It was our thirtieth anniversary. We had been married for thirty glorious days today. I married Jon, my high school sweetheart, one month after we graduated from high school.

Things are pretty tight, of course. We live in a small, inexpensive apartment and drive the old car that Jon drove all through high school. Jon managed to line up a job before we graduated. He's now working full time at the electronics store where he had been working part time and during summer vacations while we were still in school.

His job consists mostly of going to people's homes and setting up their home entertainment systems, or going out when they have problems to diagnose and repair whatever the problem might be.

When he isn't making house calls he also does a little sales work. We aren't getting rich but he's making pretty good money. We're doing alright for a young couple just starting out in life.

Of course we don't expect to live like this forever. Our goal is for him to go to the local tech school at night and get a degree.

Before graduation I had also lined up a job doing telephone sales for a local real estate company that specializes in time shares. But that didn't work out so well. I hated the job. I felt like I was trying to run a scam on people. I can't honestly say I was terribly upset when I was fired after a week on the job for telling off a guy that got fresh with me on the phone. So now I'm looking for another job.

To celebrate our one month anniversary, Jon is taking me out to dinner and then dancing at a new club that recently opened up just outside of town. It was a big extravagance. We really couldn't afford it. But as long as we don't go crazy on the alcohol and don't stay out too late we figured we could squeeze it into our tight budget.

It isn't like we were going to a fancy restaurant. We were just going to one of the local steakhouse chains. You can only eat so many hot dogs and so much meatloaf and spaghetti. Every once in a while you need a steak.

The smart thing would have been to buy a couple of nice steaks and eat them at home. But it was my anniversary too. I wanted a night off, and a night out. Besides, we both love to dance and it just seemed like we were due a little fun and relaxation.

The meal was nice. Not great. But since I didn't have to do the dishes after we ate that made it better. We finished our drinks and Jon drove out to the new club for a couple of drinks and some dancing.

It was still early, only a little before eight in the evening when we got there. Already the place was packed. We had to drive around the parking lot for a while before we found a parking place.

Well, we didn't have to. There were plenty of spaces in the back. But you know how men are! I think it's that hunter instinct. Jon had to find a nice place up front. But I didn't tease him the way I normally do when he plays parking lot roulette. The parking lot was so dark out away from the building that it made me nervous. I was happy when he found someone leaving right up front and we parked in a well lit parking spot right next to the building.

The club has a live band and we had to pay a cover charge to get in. That didn't help our budget any. But the band sounded good and we expected to have to pay to get in. It wasn't easy, but we finally found a table and ordered drinks after showing the waitress our fake IDs. Then we hit the dance floor.

We attracted attention right away. We're both good dancers and I was dressed to thrill. I was looking hot in my tiny little dress. I'm 5' 8", 120 pounds. I have long, naturally blonde hair, a cute face and I have a great figure. I consider my one major flaw to be that I don't have large breasts. But my little B cups are firm and stand up straight. Jon insists that he loves them just the way they are and I believe him.

With a little help from a good bra or the right dress I can show off some killer cleavage. But Jon doesn't like me to wear a bra and I like to please him. Since I've gotten used to going without I've discovered that I'm much more comfortable without them. I haven't worn a bra in years. That's why in the thin dress I was wearing my nipples were poking out like crazy.

As an extra added attraction, I have those long, slender legs that drive guys crazy, especially when they are topped by a high, tight, sexy ass like mine. I knew the guys were watching and I loved it.

Jon was aware of it, too. I could see the pride in his eyes and that turned me on even more.

Since the drinks are so expensive here we drank slowly. We could only afford three drinks apiece. When those three drinks are gone we turn back into pumpkins and go home to our little apartment.

We managed to stretch it out until almost eleven o'clock. It had been fun. But it was time to go. Actually, we were both anxious to get home and get to bed. We were both turned on from the dancing and flirting and Jon loves it when I get so much attention from the crowd. I used to be self conscious about the way men look at me sometimes. But after seeing the way Jon reacts, seeing the pride in his eyes, I don't feel that way anymore.

We went out to the car and Jon unlocked my door. Before he opened it he took me in his arms and kissed me. It quickly became a very passionate kiss and before long we were leaning up against our car and making out big time.

Jon had his hands all over me, even under my dress! Normally I wouldn't let him get so carried away in public. But it was dark and quiet and we had been drinking. And besides, it felt so damned good!

We really did go too far, though. Before I knew what was going on, Jon had my panties off. My legs were around his waist and he was making love to me as I leaned back against the passenger door of our car. I'm not usually an al fresco kind of girl. I like my loving in private, in a bed surrounded by four walls. I guess love and alcohol can make you do funny things.

I was soon cumming, holding Jon close and biting his neck and shoulder to keep from screaming. I guess that set him off. He sped up and pounded into me hard for another few seconds. Everything stopped suddenly then. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when he tensed up and came inside of me.

It took us a minute to catch our breath. Our breathing slowly returned to near normal and I slowly unwound my legs from around his waist. I gradually lowered my feet to the ground. We stood there in each other's arms for several minutes after that, giggling at what we'd done and whispering to each other, telling each other how much in love we are.

Jon finally opened my car door and I climbed in. He leaned in and kissed me and then he closed my door. He went around and got in and started the car. I suppose he was still a bit distracted as he began backing out of our spot in the tightly packed parking lot. We were still laughing and joking about what we had just done.

Jon said something about the kind of woman that has sex in parking lots and I slapped at him playfully. He jerked away and when he did he pulled at the steering wheel. When he pulled back to avoid my slap, the side of our car just touched the car that was parked beside us. Jon swore, turned the wheel and finished backing out. Then he stopped and got out to look at the bumper of the car he had scraped.

It couldn't be an old pickup truck, of course. It was a beautiful Rolls Royce. It appeared to be an older one. But it was in beautiful condition. It looked brand new. Except now there was a three inch scrape on the fender.

Jon looked around but didn't see anyone. He looked as white as a ghost. I could see that he was scared. He turned to me and asked, "What should I do? Should I leave a note?"

I looked around and didn't see anyone in the parking lot. "Let's just get out of here. Nobody saw anything. Jon, we can't afford to repair a car like that!"

Jon got back in. But he didn't immediately drive away.

"We have insurance," he said.

He really wanted to do the right thing.

But I figured if a guy could afford that car he could better afford to fix it than we could. If we report the accident, our insurance, which is already through the roof for a couple of eighteen year olds, would be totally unaffordable. And I was afraid that if it came out we were drinking they wouldn't pay anyway. Underage drinking is against the law. If we're breaking the law and have an accident they don't have to pay ... do they?

I felt guilty even as the words left my mouth. But even though I'm normally the type of person to do the responsible thing, I thought about how we were already just getting by and said, "Jon, let's go. Get out of here before someone sees us."

Jon looked around again and then drove off. As soon as we were out of the parking lot I breathed a sigh of relief. I slid over and nestled up to my brand new husband. He was still not feeling right about driving away like that. I could feel how tense he was. I knew how to take his mind off of it, though. I dropped my hand to his thigh and eased it up until I was tickling his manhood through his pants while I nibbled on his earlobe.

By the time we got home Jon was fine. He even picked me up at our threshold and carried me into the apartment. He kicked the door closed behind him and carried me straight down the hall to the bedroom where he tossed me on the bed. I quickly slid out of my shoes and my slinky dress and watched him finish undressing.

I know a lot of girls that don't find the naked male body sexy. They prefer that their men be wearing something, a sexy pair of underwear or a tight pair of shorts. I have one slightly kinky friend who has a real thing for jock straps!

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