Chapter 6

That night as she lay next to her husband, Tammy Travers could not keep her mind off the events of that afternoon. She tossed and turned long after Michael was sound asleep and when she did finally fall into a fitful sleep, the dream returned, the dream she had experienced scores of times except now the stranger had a face and a name and as he took her, she screamed his name while begging him to take her again and again until her wish, her secret wish was fulfilled.

The next morning after Michael had left for work, Tammy stood, Michael's beard trimmer in hand gazing into the mirror. She realized how foolish she had been yesterday, allowing herself to be manipulated by the handsome stranger. She loved her husband and that was that, she thought, as she started to place the trimmer back in the cabinet, but her hand paused as the door swung open and her thoughts were suddenly no longer of Michael but of the excitement she had felt yesterday as Eric had held his body against hers, the feel of his hands on her bare flesh and her unabashed desire to be ravished. Eric was right. She was curious. She did want to know what another man felt like inside her. And he was right about that one other thing as well. She did want it, much more badly than she had realized. It had become the central focus of her dreams now as it had been last night. Yet it was so bizarre, so unbelievable that she would even entertain the thought, let alone go through with it... yet Eric was also right that she would not get it from Michael. He's right, she thought. If I can't get it from Michael...

She looked into the mirror as the trimmer came to life, she spread her legs and the first golden snippets of blonde pubic hair began to fall onto the floor.

"Just a moment!" she cried as doorbell rang. Tammy looked into the mirror again for the twentieth time, inspecting her blonde tresses, the slight amount of makeup she wore, the neatly trimmed bush between her legs and... the body so seductively displayed in the skimpy see through thong and bra.

'Who is it?" she asked through the unopened door.

"I think you know," came the voice she had been longing all day to hear once again.

She opened the door slightly standing to one side in case anyone should walk by.

When he made no move to enter, she swung the door open a bit more. Still Eric remained on the doorstep.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she replied. "Please come in Eric."

Still he didn't move.

"Tammy I told you how to greet me. Now come into the doorway so I can see you and tell me what you want."

"I... I can't." she began, still hidden behind the door, petrified her neighbor's might see.

"Very well then. Good bye Tammy," said the handsome young man who began to turn to leave.

"No, wait!" she pleaded.

He turned back to the partially open door.

"Well?" he asked.

The scantily clad housewife slowly emerged from behind the door and stood in the open doorway, terribly ill at ease as Eric's eyes inspected the prize he was about to claim.

"Yes, very nice Tammy," he responded. "You should dress like this more often."

"Please... come in," she whispered urgently, her eyes flitting over his shoulder to see if any neighbors might be passing by.

"If you want me to come in, you'll need to tell me what you want, Tammy."

The young housewife bit her lip. She remembered Eric's instructions of the day before all too well.

When she hesitated just a moment too long, she saw the look of rejection forming in his eye.

"Please Eric... come in and fuck me!" she whispered.

He smiled in triumph and entered, closing the door behind him. Tammy wasn't sure if she should rush into his arms or wait for him to take her. Just hearing his knock at the door had sent her body temperature soaring and her respiration had increased significantly. Now that she found herself almost naked in his presence her panties were already soaked and she yearned to be taken by this mysterious young man who seemed to know her thoughts, her dreams, her desires and most of all what she secretly needed.

He swept her into his arms and two passionate kisses later he had deftly unsnapped the bra which fell to the floor.

"Oh Eric!" she whimpered as he kissed her nipples to erection and her desires to fever pitch.

"Get naked for me Tammy and I'll give you what you want!"

As the panties fell at her feet, he swept her into his arms and took her into the master bedroom.

"No, please this is Michael's and my bedroom. Let's use the other bedroom," she pleaded.

"No, Tammy. I'm going to lay you on the same bed you'll be sleeping in tonight. I'm going to enter that tight little body of yours and screw you until you beg me to stop and tonight as you're lying next to your husband you'll wish it was me."

"Please Eric, don't!"

But by now she lay on the bed, her body squirming uncontrollably as she watched the young Adonis undress in front of her, her eyes dilating when she first caught sight of the massive throbbing weapon with which he would soon punish/pleasure her.

Yet, unlike the man in her dreams who was quick and violent, her real life seducer was slow and methodical using his hands and lips to trace every curvature of her body, explore every nook, excite every nerve ending. By the time his tongue had explored virtually every part of her body, the young housewife was on the verge of orgasm. She moaned audibly as his lips approached her nest, her breathing heavy and labored, her body writhing in need.

He smiled as he simply blew on her engorged labial lips which sent her over the edge into a violent orgasm. Tammy screamed then groaned as the climax swept over her, her body quivering in uncontrollable delight. He kissed her to a second, more powerful rapture, then rotated into the classic sixty-nine position in which she eagerly took him in her own mouth while orgasming yet again into his. He initiated her in anal sex during which she orgasmed twice more, the pain failing to impede the monstrous sensual pleasure which overwhelmed her again and again.

"Get it in me!... Please Eric, GET IT IN ME!!!" she screamed as he, at last positioned himself between her lovely legs now spread widely in invitation and longing.

"Tell me Tammy. Tell me what you want!" he breathed.

"I want you in me!" she cried.

"We both know you want more than that. Tell me Tammy!"

"Please Eric, Michael..."

"Michael won't give you what you want Tammy! We both know that!"

"He... he always wears... condoms!"

"... And won't give you what you want -- what you've always wanted!"

"But... but..."

"I'm not wearing a condom Tammy. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you!"

She hesitated for only a split second as he rubbed his lance against her engorged clit sending yet another orgasm racing throughout her convulsing body.

"I... I..."

"Say it Tammy!"

All her innermost desires came rushing to the surface, her primal need to feel this man within her, the overwhelming need to again experience the mind numbing orgasms which had already swept her into ecstasy and which she knew would be even more powerful as he forced his way into her tight but willing body and finally, the desire she realized she had always carried within her which she had subjugated to her husband's wishes. But at this moment, Tammy Travers was no longer in control of her mind or her body. No longer the subservient wife, at this moment she could have exactly what she wanted, what she had always wanted and it mattered not that it was a handsome stranger who could and would give it to her.