“Thank you,” she said, lifting onto her toes to give her friend’s cheek a kiss. It was obvious the two men had arranged the entire scene. The odds of Clayton being the responding officer in this part of the arboretum, at this specific time were about as good as the odds of her hitting the next Powerball number. She and Jason had been friends of Clayton and his wife, Beth, for years. It would not have taken much effort for Jason to call Clayton to establish which part of the huge park he would be patrolling that evening in order to set up a scene his wife wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
She looked over at her husband, a man who made his living as a CPA, a man who owned his own accounting firm, a wonderful, very sexy man who looked as if he could easily pass as an innocent choirboy but was as kinky as she. “Excuse me, but may I ask what my partner in crime’s fine will be?”
“Don’t be sassy,” Clayton said, reaching out to pop her tender butt, chuckling at the sharp yelp she couldn’t suppress. “I don’t believe your Dom is the one standing half-naked in the middle of a public park.”
“Give us a call when you want to play,” Jason said, shaking Clayton’s hand. “Oh, and perhaps you can keep an eye out for any lookie-loos for another few minutes?”
“Certainly,” Clayton agreed as he smiled at Nancy. “I’ll just add a few dozen more swats to Nancy’s fine for the continued display of her gorgeous ass. Have a good evening, Sir.” He chuckled again at the huff Nancy gave at that announcement, tipped his hat and walked back to his cruiser.
Jason was grinning as he led the way back to their own car. He bent his wife over the hood of the car and unfastened his pants, releasing his engorged cock.
When her husband’s cockhead nudged at the opening of her sopping pussy, Nancy looked back over her shoulder. “Better hide the evidence quickly, Sir, otherwise you might be arrested for indecent exposure.” She yelped again when Jason swatted her hard.
“Ignoring the officer’s advice already, sassy girl?” Jason slid into her body, fully seating himself before lying across her back. “Besides, if I should slip up, or”—he paused and she felt him pulling from her—“slip out, I’m quite sure Officer Clayton would be happy to take it out on this glorious ass.”
Nancy had no desire for more sass. What she desired was sliding deeper back inside her. Thoughts of being seen or having to pay for her naughtiness evaporated as her husband fucked her from behind, her fingers splayed on the hood of the car, her cheek pressed to the cool metal. She barely managed to curtail her scream as her orgasm ripped through her and Jason erupted into her womb.
“How’s your bum?” Jason asked when Nancy walked into the kitchen the next morning, yawning hugely.
“Hmmm, let me think.” She scowled at the sight of his grin when his question had her reaching back to rub at her sore posterior before gingerly taking her seat at the table. “It’s very sore, thank you very much. Though I must say I don’t recall the rules of the game saying I had to spend today finding it difficult to sit down!”
Jason ignored her mock complaint as he set a plate containing a steaming omelet and buttered toast before her. “When have you known me to care about the rules others might play by?” he asked, slipping into his own chair. “Besides, instead of complaining about a little spanking, I would have thought you’d be on your knees, thanking me for persuading Officer Williams not to arrest you for indecent exposure.”
“Um, yes, Sir. I sincerely thank you… for everything.” Just his look, his touch, reminded her that she was his and he would always keep her safe as they played their games together.
“Anytime, my love.”
While he had no problem with her exhibitionism and enjoyed the scenes he carefully constructed to allow her to play out her desire to do naughty things as much as she did, Nancy knew he would never put her in serious danger.
“You did scare the sh—um, crap out of me, you know,” Nancy said.
“And you loved every moment,” Jason said, totally vindicated when she couldn’t help but smile.
CHAPTER FOUR
After they’d returned from dinner at Helen and Benjamin’s house, Craig led Barbara into the bathroom. She squirmed a bit as he undressed her, knowing he’d discover that she had indeed removed her sodden underwear as there were no panties beneath her clothing. His lifted brow told her she’d been right before he even spoke.
“Care to explain why my precious girl thinks it is proper to go around without her panties?”
Barbara explained how, after the HOPEFUL meeting, the women had felt a need to freshen up before joining the others for dinner.
“Forgive me for my ignorance, but I’ve always associated that term with fixing one’s lipstick or perhaps combing your hair. I believe you need to enlighten me further if you don’t mind.”
Barbara was willing to bet the man was simply playing with her, but she wasn’t quite willing to challenge his request. “Um, after our meeting, our panties were…” She paused to consider how best to phrase it, but there really weren’t a great deal of choices. Well, at least none that weren’t going to make her face turn beet red, that was. After running a list through her mind,she settled on one that effectively covered multiple possibilities. “Uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?”
She should have known he wouldn’t be satisfied with any ambiguity but had no intention of spilling any of the intimate stories the women had shared during their meeting—at least not the details.
“We were talking about how sexy our men are and, well, memories made our panties damp.” Sure enough, she felt the heat of the blush as it crept up from her chest to color her face. “Ariel hadn’t yet moved all her stuff over to Garrett’s so she offered some panties for us to change into.”
Craig’s eyes dropped from her to stare at her bare mons before he dragged his gaze up to hers again. Before he could state the obvious, she rushed to finish.
“Elizabeth and Nancy are smaller than me and Ariel is even smaller, so, I-I um… decided not to take the chance that not a single pair would fit.”
Craig didn’t say a word but didn’t really need to. The single shake of his head along with a slight sigh told her he wasn’t thrilled with her explanation. She wasn’t happy that she’d displeased him but wasn’t sorry she’d chosen to go sans pantie.
Craig continued to strip her of her clothing and then removed his as well. They stepped into the large shower stall and she welcomed the warmth of the water as it sluiced over their bodies. It seemed she’d relaxed far too quickly when Craig took her hands in his only to lift them above her head and press then against the tiles.
