For Whom the Bell Tolls
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I know that we're way too old to be playing this game but I couldn’t resist. It was late afternoon and we were on our way home. We had a couple of pints at the pub so we were sober but felt daring and up for some tomfoolery. The thought of it made us giddy.
I rang the bell and then ran back to the car. We giggled like teenagers when the homeowner opened the door and scanned his front yard for his alleged visitor. No one would suspect two adults in an expensive car of pulling such a silly prank. In fact we were parked across the street from the house and the homeowner even waved at us; he didn’t suspect a thing; too funny. We laughed out loud.
My husband dared me to ring the next bell topless. I stripped off my shirt and my shorts and darted furtively up the driveway wearing just my panties. I rang the bell, counted to five and raced back to our car. My chest was heaving from my sprint and my nipples hardened; my husband noticed and gave each one a twist for good measure. I was so turned on; my panties were soaked. We waited.
My husband quickly tucked his fingers under my waistband and began expertly stroking my outer pussy lips, pinching them together and rubbing them around my sensitized clit. I slid down in my seat and spread my legs giving him my unspoken permission to begin fingering me in earnest. As his fingers slid in and out of my steaming hot pussy, both of us watched the door. No one was home.
Now that I aroused and my pussy was flooded with my self-lube, this game grew tiresome; I wanted some cock in me to bring me to orgasm. I agreed to one more door. My husband dared me to ring the bell completely naked. I deliberated for a moment but I found it impossible to focus with my husband working me; pushing me closer and closer to the release I desired. I’d do it.
We drove around the neighborhood until we found just the right house. Located on a cul-de-sac and set-back from the street it would be exciting but not as risky as busier streets. He pulled up. I took a deep breath and charged up the long, curved driveway, bounded up the front steps with my boobs bouncing, rang the bell, counted to five and just as I turned to run for safety, I heard a squeal of rubber and watched the car pull away. WTF!!! Asshole!!!
I could see movement through the frosted glass in the front door and I freaked. Instinctively, I covered myself. In an instant, I realized the futility of that effort. I needed to run for cover.
The door opened just as I disappeared around the front corner of the house. Please don’t come looking for me, I begged aloud. As I hid, peering around and down the driveway, I saw our car a few houses away. I didn’t dare sprint naked down the street. If my husband sped away again, I would be totally exposed. Despite my current plight, my pussy was on fire and my juices were flowing down my thighs. I was so excited; the possibility of being caught was thrilling.
Until I saw the police car approaching. My heart sank.
When it drove past my husband’s car and into the driveway to meet the homeowner, I realized it was only (only!!!, I wanted to scream) the community’s security company’s patrol car. I remained hidden in the shrubbery as the patrol officer and the homeowner talked in muted conversation. How could he respond so quickly? I was only on the porch for five seconds.
I had to escape before he began his search. Two teenage boys emerged from the house and joined the conversation in the driveway. OMG!!! I would be caught for sure with four men searching for me.
My mind raced; I couldn’t think. I hastily considered my alternatives. All of them ended poorly for me. The thought of being hunted down while naked, possibly captured and restrained by these men, was something I had fantasized about many times. But now it was real. Despite my fear, I was feverish with desire.
Unexpectedly my husband pulled up the driveway and parked behind the patrol car. He too joined the growing crowd on the driveway. He came to save me. Yippee. I would reward him later for his gallantry and heroism, but not before I berated for abandoning me in the first place. But I was relieved. This would be over soon.
I was dumbfounded when my husband got back in his car, backed down the driveway and drove off. WTF!!!
Naked and alone, I emerged from my hiding place and surrendered before they began their search. I sheepishly shuffled down the driveway toward the group, cradling and trying my best to cover my breasts with one arm and my saturated pussy with my other hand.
The patrol officer cuffed me immediately. Now my body was totally exposed. The four men encircled me, their eyes roamed across my body, surveying me, almost as if taking inventory of my assets for later use. What now? And where did my husband go? I felt panicky; a scream was building in my lungs, I was on the verge of tears. Something wasn’t right.
The patrol officer enjoyed holding me in place, his hand firmly grasping my upper arm, the outside of his fingers pressing into the swell of my breast, while my hands remained securely cuffed behind my back. The two college-age boys were mesmerized by my hardened nipples perched atop my breasts; rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Perspiration began beading on my chest and rolling down between my breasts.
Cell phones in hand, they texted images of me to who knows who while the officer and homeowner decided my fate. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t speak to defend my rights. My head down, eyes averted, I just abided my detainment in disbelief.
Finally the officer inquired with the homeowner whether he intended to press charges. For the first time, I looked the homeowner in the eyes. We connected. My eyes pleaded with him for clemency. He smiled at me and addressed me by my first name. That’s when I recognized him. He was one of my husband’s colleagues. Still handcuffed, I had the impulse to strike him.
Later my husband admitted that he had arranged the whole thing because he knew it was one of my fantasies. I complicated things when I surrendered. It was never his intention that I be handcuffed naked in the driveway on display for all to witness.
The officer released me. I was free to go. I resisted the instinct to cover myself; what would be the point now? I was humiliated. And I wanted revenge.
I told my husband’s colleague that I would call my husband later after we were finished. I matter-of-factly climbed the stairs to the front door. Looking over my shoulder in a come-hither invitation I asked, “are you cumming?”
I didn’t have to ask twice.
I rang the bell and then ran back to the car. We giggled like teenagers when the homeowner opened the door and scanned his front yard for his alleged visitor. No one would suspect two adults in an expensive car of pulling such a silly prank. In fact we were parked across the street from the house and the homeowner even waved at us; he didn’t suspect a thing; too funny. We laughed out loud.
My husband dared me to ring the next bell topless. I stripped off my shirt and my shorts and darted furtively up the driveway wearing just my panties. I rang the bell, counted to five and raced back to our car. My chest was heaving from my sprint and my nipples hardened; my husband noticed and gave each one a twist for good measure. I was so turned on; my panties were soaked. We waited.
My husband quickly tucked his fingers under my waistband and began expertly stroking my outer pussy lips, pinching them together and rubbing them around my sensitized clit. I slid down in my seat and spread my legs giving him my unspoken permission to begin fingering me in earnest. As his fingers slid in and out of my steaming hot pussy, both of us watched the door. No one was home.
Now that I aroused and my pussy was flooded with my self-lube, this game grew tiresome; I wanted some cock in me to bring me to orgasm. I agreed to one more door. My husband dared me to ring the bell completely naked. I deliberated for a moment but I found it impossible to focus with my husband working me; pushing me closer and closer to the release I desired. I’d do it.
We drove around the neighborhood until we found just the right house. Located on a cul-de-sac and set-back from the street it would be exciting but not as risky as busier streets. He pulled up. I took a deep breath and charged up the long, curved driveway, bounded up the front steps with my boobs bouncing, rang the bell, counted to five and just as I turned to run for safety, I heard a squeal of rubber and watched the car pull away. WTF!!! Asshole!!!
I could see movement through the frosted glass in the front door and I freaked. Instinctively, I covered myself. In an instant, I realized the futility of that effort. I needed to run for cover.
The door opened just as I disappeared around the front corner of the house. Please don’t come looking for me, I begged aloud. As I hid, peering around and down the driveway, I saw our car a few houses away. I didn’t dare sprint naked down the street. If my husband sped away again, I would be totally exposed. Despite my current plight, my pussy was on fire and my juices were flowing down my thighs. I was so excited; the possibility of being caught was thrilling.
Until I saw the police car approaching. My heart sank.
When it drove past my husband’s car and into the driveway to meet the homeowner, I realized it was only (only!!!, I wanted to scream) the community’s security company’s patrol car. I remained hidden in the shrubbery as the patrol officer and the homeowner talked in muted conversation. How could he respond so quickly? I was only on the porch for five seconds.
I had to escape before he began his search. Two teenage boys emerged from the house and joined the conversation in the driveway. OMG!!! I would be caught for sure with four men searching for me.
My mind raced; I couldn’t think. I hastily considered my alternatives. All of them ended poorly for me. The thought of being hunted down while naked, possibly captured and restrained by these men, was something I had fantasized about many times. But now it was real. Despite my fear, I was feverish with desire.
Unexpectedly my husband pulled up the driveway and parked behind the patrol car. He too joined the growing crowd on the driveway. He came to save me. Yippee. I would reward him later for his gallantry and heroism, but not before I berated for abandoning me in the first place. But I was relieved. This would be over soon.
I was dumbfounded when my husband got back in his car, backed down the driveway and drove off. WTF!!!
Naked and alone, I emerged from my hiding place and surrendered before they began their search. I sheepishly shuffled down the driveway toward the group, cradling and trying my best to cover my breasts with one arm and my saturated pussy with my other hand.
The patrol officer cuffed me immediately. Now my body was totally exposed. The four men encircled me, their eyes roamed across my body, surveying me, almost as if taking inventory of my assets for later use. What now? And where did my husband go? I felt panicky; a scream was building in my lungs, I was on the verge of tears. Something wasn’t right.
The patrol officer enjoyed holding me in place, his hand firmly grasping my upper arm, the outside of his fingers pressing into the swell of my breast, while my hands remained securely cuffed behind my back. The two college-age boys were mesmerized by my hardened nipples perched atop my breasts; rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Perspiration began beading on my chest and rolling down between my breasts.
Cell phones in hand, they texted images of me to who knows who while the officer and homeowner decided my fate. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t speak to defend my rights. My head down, eyes averted, I just abided my detainment in disbelief.
Finally the officer inquired with the homeowner whether he intended to press charges. For the first time, I looked the homeowner in the eyes. We connected. My eyes pleaded with him for clemency. He smiled at me and addressed me by my first name. That’s when I recognized him. He was one of my husband’s colleagues. Still handcuffed, I had the impulse to strike him.
Later my husband admitted that he had arranged the whole thing because he knew it was one of my fantasies. I complicated things when I surrendered. It was never his intention that I be handcuffed naked in the driveway on display for all to witness.
The officer released me. I was free to go. I resisted the instinct to cover myself; what would be the point now? I was humiliated. And I wanted revenge.
I told my husband’s colleague that I would call my husband later after we were finished. I matter-of-factly climbed the stairs to the front door. Looking over my shoulder in a come-hither invitation I asked, “are you cumming?”
I didn’t have to ask twice.
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