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 2

Lori gazed out her kitchen window lost in thought.  Harrison was fed and playing quietly 
in the family room.  Her daily routine of keeping him occupied until preschool in the 
afternoon was off to a typical, comfortable start.  Lori's mind was back on her fantasy 
from earlier that morning.  Her fantasies seemed to come in waves.  Something would 
trigger a new one that would stay with her for a day or two, sometimes a week, before 
giving away to the next scenario that would keep her mind and fingers occupied.  

The Man in the restaurant, though.  Hmmmm.  He kept coming back.

Lori shifted slightly and bumped a glass sitting in her sink.  Brought back to reality 
momentarily, she turned off the tap that was emptying uselessly.  She sighed and looked 
outside again.  A robin was stutter-stepping across her lawn.  The fact that winter was an 
unusual time for a robin to be in this clime escaped Lori's attention.  It had been an 
unusually mild winter and the robins had stayed further north than usual.

As the robin cocked his head and Harry moved to play a Lego's computer game on the 
computer in the family room, Lori let herself slip back into her fantasy.  

Lori had not given it much conscious thought, but she knew that she was fantasizing 
much more than she did earlier in her marriage.  She had developed slowly when it 
came to sexual activities, and had done very little out of the ordinary.  

She had talked about boys and making babies and boys'.things.when she was 
growing up with her little girlfriends.  And the thoughts she had scared her, embarrassed 
her and made her feel as though she must be a pervert.  These she did not share with 
her girlfriends.

In elementary school Lori had first touched herself and thought about others touching 
her.  She learned enough to know that she wanted to be kissed and wanted boys to 
touch her.  But then she had thought about her girlfriends and touching and kissing 
them.  Once she learned how nice it felt to touch the slit between her legs, Lori thought 
of the family dog and what his tongue would feel like running up and down her.  She 
thought about her daddy kissing her and touching her, and dreamed of groups of boys 
taking her and ripping off her clothes, tying her up and then...then...she wasn't sure 
what then, but she knew that it made her squeeze her legs together.

Lori had not dated until high school and then had mostly been concerned with her 
reputation as she knew her parents would like, and thus was not overly popular with the 
boys from her school.  What they did not know was that little Lori, the tennis and soccer 
player with the nice legs and good grades thought about sex as often as they did.  

When she went away to college Lori was still a virgin and had only been touched on the 
rare occasion in a darkened theater or the back seat of a car while being driven by 
friends.  Her mind though was constantly on sex, and she finally gave in to her first 
boyfriend in college.  The experience was...nice.  Robert was a nice boy, and had 
taken his time and was gentle.  It was not the horrible experience Lori had heard from 
some that the first time would be.  It was only distinguishable by its entirely 
unremarkable passing.

Within a few months Lori had moved on from Robert and shortly thereafter had met 
Brad.  They had quickly become intimate and Lori began to learn of some of the 
experiences she had dreamed about.  She quickly became relatively proficient at 
stimulating Brad orally and learned to like the attentions he gave to her.

Brad was romantic and thoughtful, ambitious about school and career, and handsome.  
They were a darling couple her friends all said.  She silently enjoyed their envy and 
knew she could love this man for the rest of her life.

She was right.  She could love Brad, and she still did.  But currently Lori was leaning 
forward onto her dark granite countertop with her eyes closed and both hands pressed 
between her thighs.  She did not hear Harry's laughter at his computer game, nor the 
sound of traffic on the arterial beyond their fence.  She was on her knees.  This time the 
Man was not as gentle.  He was not concerned about her hair.  Didn't care if she had to 
go back to her husband disheveled with smeared lipstick.  No, this time he was forceful.  
One hand grabbing her by her long brunette hair while his left hand held her throat just 
below her chin.

"Suck my cock, bitch.  Deeper.  I want to feel my cock in your throat."

She felt the pressure in the back of her throat as he thrust brutally into her.  Lori 
extended her throat as she stood above the sink and tried to imagine what it would feel 
like.  Both hands pushing against her pussy through her panties, Lori felt a pleasurable 
yearning beginning between her legs.  She ran the fingers from one hand up to gently 
rub her clit while with the other she pushed her panties into the opening of her vagina.  
She could feel the heat and moistness of her pussy through the cotton.

Lori's legs straightened as she again tried to imagine the cock being forced into her 
throat.  This wasn't working.  Lori removed the hand not on her clit from between her 
legs and raised it to her throat.  She clasped her hand around her throat and squeezed.  
She pushed upwards.  This was better.  With eyes still closed Lori opened her mouth to 
feel the cock in her.

"Do you like my cock?  Do you, slut?"

Lori's right arm was pressed against the cabinets with her fingers rubbing harder now on 
her clit.  A small moan escaped as she felt her vagina fully lubricate.  She opened her 
mouth wider and wiggled her tongue slightly.  A frustrated groan announced Lori's 
inability to feel the cock in the back of her throat.  Her eyes opened.  Her breathing was 
more ragged now, and she stood there for a moment, feeling the tautness of her calf 
muscles are her legs strained as she rubbed her pussy.

This had been the problem lately, the fantasies were good, but not great.  She needed 
more tactile sensations.  Lori stared at the empty wine bottle by the sink.  The long neck 
would obviously reach the back of her throat.  She thought of how Brad had been rather 
critical of the wine when they were drinking it the previous evening, for some reason, 
while continuing to rub her pussy.

For a full minute Lori stood and looked at the wine bottle, and imagined using it to imitate 
the Man's cock.  All the while she rubbed and teased her clitoris through her panties.  
Finally she moved her hand inside her panties and ran a finger along her smooth slit.  
Lori had very little hair along her lips and shaved the bikini area of her pubic hair, leaving 
only a small "runway" strip.  It made her feel naughty to keep it that way.

The tip from one finger felt her opening, and Lori closed her eyes again and involuntarily 
exhaled quickly through her nose.  She pushed and her finger easily slid into her pussy.  
In and out she slowly moved her finger, paying attention to the soft flesh just inside the 
opening.

"Take them off."  He wouldn't allow her to be wearing panties.  She slid another finger 
inside.

"Now.  Take them off, now."

Lori could imagine the feel of the night air on her bare skin as her skimpy black lace 
panties feel to her feet.  She opened her eyes, looked quickly at where Harrison was 
preoccupied with his game and after closing her eyes again slowly slid her white cotton 
panties to the kitchen floor.

"Spread your legs."  She did.  She spread them and she felt her hand.his 
hand.feeling her bare pussy.

"Now suck.  Suck me all the way into your throat, slut."

Lori groaned slightly and reached slowly for the wine bottle.  She looked at it.  It had 
been a fine wine, Brad had just been in a pissy mood.  She set it on the edge of the 
countertop.  Leaning over it she placed the end into her mouth and sucked it.  The acrid 
taste of dried wine played softly on her tongue and quickly disappeared.  

"Suck me."

She took the bottle a little deeper.

"SUCK ME"

Lori felt his hand on her hair and moved her own hand up to grip her hair tightly.  Not so 
much to force her head down as simply to feel the hair pull on her scalp as she gripped 
tightly.  She forced herself to take the bottle deeper until her gag reflex hit her.  Pulling 
off she breathed through her mouth around the glass bottle.

Lori's pussy was now wet with desire and two fingers moved easily and noisily in and 
out.  She forced her mouth back down over the bottle and fought the urge to gag.  Up 
and down she moved her head, with her teeth occasionally hitting the side of the bottle, 
the "clink" and unnatural feel of the glass interrupting her image of a cock thrusting into 
her.  The gagging excited Lori greatly but also broke her concentration slightly, and her 
nearing orgasm was hanging on the edge, neither taking her over nor subsiding.  She 
couldn't stop and restart, and she needed something more to get her over the top.  

Frustrated, Lori finally had to stop forcing the bottle into her mouth.  Her throat hurt and 
she had never been able to take the bottle into her throat as far as she had wanted.  Her 
arm was beginning to tall asleep as well, pinned between her body and the counter.

She pushed the bottle back towards the window and removed her pinned arm.  Leaning, 
she breathed slowly and deeply, trying to let the tension drain from her legs and arms.  
She realized she had been holding nearly every muscle in her body, it seemed, stiff in 
anticipation of her orgasm.

She looked down and saw her panties on the floor.  She left them.  It made her feel 
naughty.

. . . . . 

After taking care of laundry and tidying up the house Lori made lunch for her and Harry, 
then the two of them read books until it was time to drive to preschool.  On the drive to 
school, Lori found her hand drifting between her legs and half-seriously wished it were 
summer so she could wear a skirt for easier access.

She gave a kiss to Harry and said "See you in a little while, sweetie," leaving him in the 
care of Mrs. Morgan, the highly competent head preschool teacher.  

"Where is Samantha?" she asked of Mrs. Morgan, referring to the young perky student 
teacher that Harry loved, "I haven't seen her for awhile."

"Oh, didn't you get the notice?  Samantha moved on to a different grade in the 
elementary to finish up her internship."

"Oh, that's too bad.  I really liked her, and Harry simply loved her."

Lori finished her pleasantries and walked back to her modest four-door sedan thinking of 
Samantha.  Lori had been refusing to admit it, but she knew that she was attracted to 
Samantha.

Samantha was 21 or 22 about 5'5" and very slender.  She typically wore dresses or 
skirts that showed off her gorgeous slender legs and tight little butt, and had made 
several entrees into Lori's fantasy life.

Sitting in her car at the side of the school parking lot Lori thought of Samantha and 
imagined driving by the school, without Harrison, and finding Samantha in need of a ride.  
Her little daydream quickly transformed into a parent/teacher conference where the 
young teacher wasted no time telling Lori how it was her fault that Harry was struggling.  
How she should be punished.  The humiliation quickly had Lori excited, although she 
didn't know why and imagining the young woman's legs had Lori rubbing her pussy 
through her jeans.

With a quick glance around the parking lot, Lori undid her jeans and slid a hand inside.  
A loud sigh announced the arrival of Lori's hand under her panties and on her pussy.  
She quickly rubbed herself to near orgasm and anticipating relief when another car 
pulled into the parking lot next to her.

"Shit!  This is not my fucking day," she thought angrily.  And then just as quickly laughed 
at herself and the ridiculousness of what her problems for the day had been.  My son 
interrupted my masturbating, I couldn't shove a wine bottle down my throat and then a 
car kept me from cumming in the preschool parking lot.  

"Well at least I can laugh about it," she thought.

. . . . . 

As Lori pulled into her driveway she noticed Nick across the street and waved.  Nick and 
Jen were one of the three other neighbors in their small cul-de-sac.  So far she and Brad 
had met everyone, but had not really gotten to know any of their new neighbors well.  
Everyone seemed nice, and normal, and reasonably attractive.  Nick and Jen had three 
kids one of whom was a boy Harry's age.  

The other neighbors all had kids as well, including the Cristendens who still had two 
teenage daughters living at home.  Well at least Lori thought they were teenagers.  The 
youngest one might be only 11 or 12.

Lori closed her car door and walked out of the garage to the mailbox to receive the daily 
catalogues and bills.  Nick was doing the same thing.  Nick ran his own business and 
worked from home, although Lori saw him rarely.  He and Jen were nice, and Nick was 
in-shape and attractive.  He and Lori had only spoken a couple times, and Lori had 
noticed he appeared relatively quiet, but seemed to have a confidence about him that 
was appealing.

