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.

