Strangers

Carol McKenzie

“Sexy Confessions to Venus”

STRANGERS BY CAROL McKENZIE Venus Press LLC

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Dear Venus;

My husband left town two weeks ago and hasn’t bothered to return. To top things off, aching with worry and anger, last night I found a black thong in his jacket pocket. It wasn't mine, for god sakes. For a while I sat in silence. The painful truth of his extended absence settled in. How ignorant I have been, Venus! The bastard is cheating! Rarely does he stay home more than three days in a row. Several friends told me they had seen him with strange women in other towns, in restaurants and bars. Romance has left our marriage. How long has it been since we made love? A month? He called twice last night and said business kept him away. And I plan to buy oceanfront property in Las Vegas, Venus. Right. Thinking the time for seeking a divorce had long past, I paced, unable to sleep. Barefooted and aching with inner pain, I left the house. To hell with dressing, I said, wearing only a flimsy housecoat and gown. No one would see me. Besides, it was dark. Something gnawed inside me as I climbed into my car. Tires spinning gravel, I sped through town. Mindlessly up and down the streets I drove, slowing only when I saw police cars, and speeding up when the streets emptied. What I wouldn't give to get even with him and his philandering! Tears welled in my eyes. I wanted a real man, not a shadow of one. Damn him all to hell! Humidity oppressed me. The AC wouldn't work. The vents blew hot air into the interior of the car and up the skirt of my gown, tickling my inner thighs, giving me goose bumps. As I sped down the street, a lone figure stood along the side. I slowed down slightly, and he raised his thumb as a light breeze ruffled his dark hair. The stranger peered at me as I passed him. It was somewhat dark, but his stare was bold and it caused an unwelcome, rebellious surge of longing to enliven inside of me. I stopped a hundred feet up the street wanting to give him a ride, but at the same 4

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time afraid to. Turning, I studied him out of the back window. Tires squealing I sped away. But soon my curiosity got the better of me. I drove around the block. Twice I passed him, then a third time. Each time, his dark insolent eyes pierced mine. I pressed the brake pedal, the tires screeched to a stop near the curb. Three feet away, he leaned against a light post smoking a cigarette. I craned to see him from the passenger window, and then looked down at my wriggling hands. My palms were sweating. People get caught in their infidelity all the time, and it would just be my luck to get caught. It wouldn't be cheating would it? My marriage was soon going to be over. I decided that it was okay to look. For several long seconds I gazed at the stranger wishing it wasn’t so dark. By looking in other people’s eyes, I can tell a lot. Uncomfortable with my decision, I said in a shaky voice, “Get in.” He flicked his cigarette away then without a smile climbed into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut. “Where to?” I had asked with a strength and sureness I didn't feel. As crazy as it seemed, I felt there was a tangible bond between us already. He pulled a small flask out from his jacket and offered it to me. “Want a sip of Bob Collins?” “Don't you mean a Tom Collins?” “I guess I do. You don't want a sip, then?” “No. Anyway, you didn't answer my question,” I had said. “Where to?” “Home. With you,” he said. “Your place.” “Surely you're joking.” “No.” His arrogance about took the breath out of me. I gazed at him for a shocked second then looked forward. When I looked back, his penetrating dark eyes rested on mine as though he speculated my response. He sniffed and gazed out the windshield. “Well?” He seemed dangerous, totally unscrupulous. My conscious told me to resist, say, “Absolutely not, turn the car around and drive home,” but my body refused to listen. After a thoughtful exhalation, I told him, “Shit. 5

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You're serious, aren't you?” Maybe I looked desperate. I'd have to be desperate to pull a fiasco like the one in which I contemplated. A wry smile curled his lip. “Drive.” A delightful shiver of wanting spiraled through me. My fingers tensed on the steering wheel and my breath caught in response to his audacity. Nevertheless, I regarded him, smiling a little. His smoldering good looks had succeeded in arousing me, Venus. He probably had women friends all over the county. He looked to be about twenty-five or so, somewhat younger than me. His chest and arms were strong. A day's beard darkened his chin. His hair was spiked and his jeans were trendy. He wore a button-up shirt and a black leather jacket. What was he doing alone at night along a desolate street? Furthermore, whatever possessed me to pick him up? I could barely see his face in the dim light, but when car lights passed I could see that his dark eyes pierced mine. If I didn't sneak him to my house, I would wonder every night for the next year what I would have missed. I had been, up to that moment a faithful wife. My husband's absence and infidelity pushed me over the brink. He eyed me sharply. “Well?” He’d meant it! He wanted to go home with me even though we didn’t know each other. Everyone made a foolishly, daring decision a time or two I had thought. Smutty need swirled within me; I found him erotically appealing. “Okay,” I said. Today I curse my utter stupidity for agreeing. We didn't turn on the kitchen lights after we struggled through the door. Despite my ridiculous vow to keep him at arm’s length, I didn’t protest the deep-throated kisses or his roaming hands that were suddenly all over my ass. His mouth was smooth and warm, but greedy. Under my ample breasts, my heart pounded as his hands skimmed over the lacy neckline of my nightgown. He untied the belt, removed my robe and claimed my mouth with such savage intensity that set my emotions spinning. As if my hands had a mind of their own, they slipped inside his shirt and explored his hairy, hard chest, accidentally causing two of the buttons to come unfastened. Taking possession, he slipped two his fingers into my pussy. His lips, which promised so much, brushed my nipples. Quickly coming to my senses, I tried to pull away. Defiantly, he grasped my shoulders and claimed my lips again. His hot mouth 6

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covered mine, drowning my protests. The pleasure was pure and explosive, Venus. I responded by thrusting my breasts onto his now-unbuttoned shirt. Our lust was punctuated with grunts, groans, and gasps. His beard rubbed my face. Below the frowning portrait of my husband, the stranger pinned me to him, cupped my derriere, and pressed his jean covered hard cock to my belly. Guilt ate at me. I had to stop him. My husband wouldn't pick this moment to come home, would he? I would have died. Or, he'd kill me as in dead. Oh God, I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so aroused and so desperate in need of my husband's sex. Our marriage had drifted too far apart, Venus, and is dead. Finally in a weak moment, I spilled the truth, “I'm married.” He stilled; it was as if someone had doused him with a bucket of ice water, Venus. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice deep. Then he stepped back and eyed me with a calculating look. Breathing hard, he said, “I’ll leave…” He stood straight, his hand on his hips. Loneliness already haunted me, if he left I knew the stranger would never return, and I wanted him. For Christ sake, I had never even seen him the daylight and I was ready to give him my body. Shadows danced in the corners. The mantle clock chimed twelve. My heart thudded in my chest, dreading his departure. When he turned back and looked at me, I grasped his arm and whispered, “Don’t go.” The words did not come easily. What he must think. “Dammit! I'm not promiscuous.” “Tell me to fuck you,” he ordered, his tone stern. He had to be kidding. “No.” “Tell me now or I walk.” Obviously tense, his jaw line flinched. “Stay, then...please.” “That's not good enough. Say it like you mean it.” I even said please and didn't know his name. I supposed he wanted me to say, “Fuck me.” I couldn't believe I said it like a destitute harlot I'd read about in tawdry sex novels. The hitchhiker didn't talk much after that and I wondered if I'd made a mistake. It was as though I'd just given him carte blanche to my body. Gazing in my direction, he waited, obviously thinking about what he could do to or with me. 7

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As though he possessed instinctive knowledge of my house, he took my hand and led me toward the first bedroom on the right. Outside the door, he pulled my gown over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I had known him for a half hour and didn't even know his name and he had just undressed me. Rough and callused, his massaging hands ran upward from my waist and stopped on the fullness of my breasts. He tugged and pinched my nipples until they stood erect. I arched, offering them to him. He bit them then nibbled his way down my body, as he came to a kneeling position before me outside the bedroom door. He positioned his head just right, and then bit my mons. I tried to spread for him. His small bites hurt, but I wanted more. He flicked my slit with his hot darting tongue. In fact, I squirmed, enjoying the aggressiveness. It was so frightening, yet so stimulating. He rose to his feet before me, the door creaked and opened; we went inside the bedroom. A nightlight provided just enough light for me to see his determined demeanor. Backing me to the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way down. “Maybe we should talk.” “No. I'm not in the mood for that type of socializing.” I knew that. Neither was I. “You know what I'm in the mood for?” “No what?” I asked, playing dumb. From the pegs on the closet door, he yanked off two of my husband's neckties. “So find out. Get on the bed.” “What are you going to do?” Aching and horny, I bounced on the bed onto my back. “I'll play it by ear.” He tied my wrists together. Watching me struggle, he tore at his belt and yanked it from the loops. At that point, I began having serious doubts, but still did not say that magic word, “No.” “You're bad. Very bad,” he said, holding the belt up so I could barely see it by the dim light that came through a window. “Bad? Why?” “You've cheated.” “It's with you.” By this time, his pants had dropped down a bit, while he positioned me for access. 8

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“Spread 'em.” My pussy was getting hot! “Having second thoughts?” I was, Venus, but I didn't want to tell him. “Turn over.” I balked. “I'm out of here if you don't.” “Okay!” I turned to the side a little. “More.” He pushed me all the way over onto my tummy. With the belt he struck my ass. It stung like crazy. “Damn you! Owww.” When I looked back, I saw his arm rise for a fresh hit. Again, the belt came down. Snap! Snap! “Owww,” I cried out, but I didn't want him to stop. The whole scene seemed so utterly...erotic. Venus, I loved it. He knew I loved it. All sense of right and wrong vanished. “Spank me more,” I begged. “It looks like you like having your ass spanked,” he laughed. “Yes.” It was all so immoral yet so yummy. And I needed relief. Giving my ass a final blow, he said, “Want me to make it better?” Whimpering, I said, “Yes.” He ran his healing wet tongue over the red patches. I was so turned on and wanted his cock more than I could remember wanting anything. “You deserve it,” he said a moment before turning me onto my back. He held my pussy lips apart and his pointed tongue began lashing my clit. My skin twitched, but I wouldn't, no I couldn't move for fear he'd quit. “Mmm.” My hips came up off the bed; my thighs spread wide. For endless moments he licked my cunt, bringing me to the brink of a climax, Venus. My breathing hitched and I moaned and grunted, pushing my pussy into his mouth. Heart pounding, I said, “Ah, I'm going to come.” He raised his mouth from my cunt and rose from the bed. “Don't. You can only 9

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come when I say you can.” “But I want to. I need to.” My mind said no, tell him no, but my pussy screamed yesss! The war waged within me was fierce. I massaged my breasts then moved my fingers down, locating my clit. He turned, “What are you doing?” His tone showed his annoyance with me. “I've got to come.” I considered resorting to begging for his dick. He pulled my hand away from my humid cunt. “You wait or I'll get the belt out.” “I need to...” My pussy was dripping wet. “I should come in your mouth for that. I won't this time.” What did he mean by this time? Would there be a next time? He brought a condom out of his wallet and slipped it onto his long, hard cock. Venus, it didn't take a Dr. of Science and Technology to figure out what was on his mind. I was hoping he'd give it to me hard. I liked his aggressiveness. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and sunk his turgid cock deep into my pussy. The full length of him pushed up inside me and the head came up high and filled me so deep the jolt took away my breath. I cried out with ecstasy. I knew it would be the fuck of a lifetime; we both had been so hot, Venus. In and out he slammed into me, and I met each of his thrusts. Repeatedly, the mattress dented and rose and the headboard rapped against the wall. Just when we were about to reach that final zenith, I heard my husband’s pick-up truck pull into the driveway. “Oh no! He's here!” There was no mistaking the sound. My husband had come home. “Damn it!” He untied my hands and we got off the bed plenty pronto! I raised the window. “Climb out this way.” Quickly, I took all his clothing and possessions to the window and dropped them onto the ground beside him, ran back to the bed and got under the covers, just as Rod was coming through the front door. Boring, cheating Rod had come home. It took approximately three minutes for him to climb into bed, kiss me on the forehead, and fall asleep, probably even before the stranger had gotten on his clothes and left the yard. I wonder if I will ever see the stranger again? Oh, my sins are scarlet, but I really enjoyed last night, Venus. So much, I want to 10

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About the Author

Carol McKenzie is a free spirited woman who enjoys quilting, sewing, and oil and watercolor painting. She attended a university and received a Bachelor of Arts degree as an adult student. She loves dogs and is raising a rambunctious puppy who walks across her keyboard when she tries to write. As you may have guessed, Carol's favorite new past time is writing. Recently she began writing romantic erotica and is loving it.

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