Four Fantasies

After a long day of work, the time had finally come. Nick parked in the driveway and got out of his car. He walked up to the front door, carrying the bouquet of roses he'd picked up on his way home. Instead of using his key, he reached out and hit the doorbell.

Kara answered shortly, cocking an eyebrow and looking at him with amusement. "You live here, you goof," she said with a laugh.

"I didn't forget," Nick replied, grinning. "I just wanted to do this right. You look absolutely gorgeous."

She gave a little pose as he looked her over, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head. It had been a long time since she'd gotten all dressed up. The last time had been for a mutual friend's wedding.

In keeping with the theme they'd decided on of repeating their first date, she'd put on the same red dress. It looked very sexy against her brown skin and still hugged her curves the way he remembered—her ample breasts, her round hips, her shapely thighs. She'd already applied her makeup, and her black dreads were pinned up. To round out the ensemble, she was wearing the silver necklace he'd bought for her birthday and a matching bracelet.

"So, are you going to invite me in?" he teased, handing her the roses.

Her olive eyes were bright as she took the flowers and stepped to one side to allow him access to the house they'd shared for over five years.

"So what are the plans for tonight?" she asked with a note of excitement in her voice.

"You'll see," he promised, heading for the bedroom to get changed. He had kept the specifics of their anniversary date a secret, but had every detail planned out carefully.

"Will I like it?" she prodded curiously, trailing behind him, clinging onto her roses.

"Oh, I think so . . . " he told her, stepping into their bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a confident smirk. "It's going to be a night you'll always remember."

"Oooooh," she breathed. "Well hurry and get ready then. I want to see what you have planned!"

Nick was ready within fifteen minutes, showered, shaved, and dressed in a nice pressed shirt and slacks. He felt underdressed next to his elegant wife, but it was what he'd worn six years before, so that was what he stuck with. "Are you ready?" he asked, offering her his arm.

"Uh huh," she agreed, taking his arm and running her hand lingeringly over his firm bicep. "I'm in your hands," she added, her tone flirty.

They walked through the living room arm in arm to say goodbye to their daughter Katie and Kara's best friend Bobbi, who was acting as babysitter for the night. The pretty blonde told them to have a nice date and take their time.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling into a parking spot at the same restaurant they'd gone to on their first date. "Oh!" Kara said, perking up when she recognized the place. It was fairly fancy and expensive, so they hadn't been back since that night, sticking with more casual places for dates. "So we ARE replaying that night!"

"Only for the first part of it," Nick told her, getting out of the car and crossing to the other side to open her door for her. "Then it gets much better."

"You're driving me crazy," Kara pouted as he led her into the restaurant. She had never been good about waiting for surprises. She was more of an instant gratification girl.

"It'll be worth the wait," he promised, opening the restaurant door for her.

Soon they were sitting in a dimly-lit booth across from each other, tucked away in the back of the restaurant. "You even got the same booth!" she commented, impressed.

"I have a good memory. I even remembered what kind of wine we ordered," he said, right as the waitress approached with two glasses of amber-colored wine.

"Wow," she said, picking up her glass as the waitress hurried away.

Never one for speeches, all Nick said was, "To us," and clinked his glass against hers.

Taking a sip, she beamed at him. "This really brings me back. It feel like so long ago that we were in these same seats, getting to know each other."

"Getting to know each other romantically you mean," he reminded her. They'd been friends for months before dating.

She nodded. "Uh huh. I was so surprised when you asked me out and called it a date. I had no idea it was coming."

"I did," he added with a smile. Nick had always been the planner, with her being more spontaneous. It helped them keep a balance in their relationship.

The dinner was nice, the food was as good as it had been last time. The conversation stayed casual throughout dinner, and afterwards they had another glass of wine. This time his toast wasn't as brief. "It's hard to believe we've been married for five years. We had to wade through a lot of lousy people to find each other, but I think it was worth it. Kara, the time we've been together has been the best of my life. That's why I want to give you everything you want."

"You do," she said, reaching across the table and taking his free hand.

"Not quite . . . " he said with another smile.

They clinked glasses and sipped their wine. "What do you have planned?" she asked again. "Tell meeeee."

"You'll have to wait," he reminded her, holding firm. "You'll see soon enough."

After they finished their drinks, Nick got up first and extended his hand to help his wife out of the booth. As she got up, she felt the familiar sensation of him squeezing her bottom. She looked at him but he had his poker face on, pretending he hadn't done anything.

With a giggle, she let him lead her out of the restaurant and into the pleasantly cool spring evening. Instead of heading back to the car, he lead them the other direction.

"This is the way to the playhouse," she realized.

"That's right. That was next on our date. They're performing something different this time, of course, but it sounds good. "

"Hmm. If I remember right, after the play we went back to my apartment and fooled around on my couch," she said, her voice flirty. "Are we replaying that part too?"

"Even better," Nick promised, his hand going to her hip as he drew her closer. Of course he'd remembered that part—their hot and heavy make out session that had ended with Kara giving him an unexpected and mind-blowing blowjob. He was growing hard in his slacks just remembering.

"Mmm, better? I like the sound of that," she said, her voice smoky. He drew her into a full embrace, kissing her lightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, touching her tongue for just a second before ending the kiss. Kara gave a light moan, lust showing in her eyes. "More," she whispered.

"Later. We're going to be late for the play," he said, reaching down and giving her ass another lingering squeeze before putting his arm around her shoulders and starting to walk again.

"I don't remember where we're going now," she joked.

The playhouse was dimly-lit and of an intimate size, only able to seat about fifty. It was at about half capacity that night. Nick seated them near the back, and they were the only ones in their row. As they waited for the play to start, he took her hand, stroking it idly with his thumb.

"Mmm, careful," she purred, giving him a fiery look. "If you keep that up, I may have to go down on you right here."

"Promises, promises," he said with a grin.

"You like that idea, don't you?" Kara whispered, her hand sliding up his thigh, close to his crotch. "Me going down on you in front of allll these people . . . " His only response was a low moan. She brought her hand up, allowing it to massage his hardening cock for a moment before leaning in and licking his neck. Then she pulled back, smiling mischievously. "You know, we've still never done that—had sex outside where anyone could catch us."

"Oh, I know," Nick said with a smirk. "There's several things we haven't done yet."

She gave him a searching look, but he was facing forward now, watching the curtains part, the picture of composure. Even after all her teasing he was still under control. He'd had a hinting tone and she couldn't help thinking she'd come close to figuring out his plans.

The play was good, but neither of them could concentrate on it fully. Every touch sent electricity through them, with the promise of things to come. Finally, it was over and after the standing ovation, the two of them were nearly the first ones out the door.

As they walked arm in arm back to where Nick had parked, they talked idly about the play and the actors. Kara cut off what she was saying when she realized they'd turned the wrong way. Nick was taking them into a park. A woman walked her dog nearby while a small group of college-age people drank beer and listened to a portable radio on a picnic bench. There were streetlamps along the path, but most of the place was in shadows. Other people walked and jogged by, enjoying the pleasant evening.

They stepped off the path and into an area with trees. It was bathed in shadows, but not completely concealed. "Hey, this wasn't part of our date," Kara said, suspiciously.

Drawing her farther away from the people and the lights that lined the path, Nick said, "I know. I'm going off script for this part."

"Ohhh," she breathed, remembering the hint he'd dropped about having sex in public. She looked around. The park had half a dozen people in it, but wasn't very busy this time of night. And there didn't seem to be anyone near them in the trees, everyone preferring to stick near the lit areas. She felt safe with Nick, though, and her heart was beating fast in suspense, eager to find out what he was going to do next.

"Sounds like you figured it out," Nick said, stopping them among the trees. He tilted her face up to his and gave her a long, savoring kiss. He was six inches taller than her, so she always had to stretch up to reach him.

"Mmm hmm," she replied, still kissing him. One of her long-held fantasies had been to fuck him in public, or at least outside. They'd never gotten around to trying it. It seemed as if he'd decided tonight was the night.

One of his hands clutched her breast through her dress, the other reaching down to grip her ass. Kara moaned, feeling a rush of wetness at his attentions. She reached her own hand down and gripped him through his slacks, feeling his rock-hard erection. Seemed like he was as turned on as she was.

She realized that both his hands had dropped to the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her hips. He rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties, sending a surge of pleasure through her. His lips went to her neck, licking, nipping at the sensitive skin, then licking once more. She moaned again, feeling her legs going weak.

When Kara came back to her senses, she realized Nick was easing her panties down. She reached down to help him and they fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and with a small growling noise of lust, he spun her around so she was turned away from him. His hand went right to her pussy, deftly teasing her clit, finding her already soaked and ready.

She placed her palms on the rough bark of the tree in front of her, tilting her hips. She could hear him undoing his slacks and bit her lip, enjoying the anticipation. Finally she would get some relief after waiting for this moment all day. She hadn't let herself masturbate while Nick was at work, preferring to let the tension build up. She also waited because she wanted him to be the one to bring her to an explosive climax.

And suddenly there he was, his rigid length slipping between her soaked pussy lips, sliding in slowly but with ease. He was taking his time, showing his usual restraint, stretching out the moment for both of their benefits. Finally, he was all the way in, his body pressed against her bottom, his thighs against hers.

"God, Kara. You have no idea how I've waited for this," he groaned softly into her ear. "It feels so fucking good to be inside you." They'd had sex the night before, but thinking about this the entire day had been an exercise in patience.

She moaned in response and wiggled her ass, trying to tempt him into thrusting. It worked. Nick slid his hands over the curve of her ass and up to her hips where he held on tight. He slid out, almost as slowly, only to thrust back in quickly. The movement sent a wave of pleasure through her and she stifled a moan.

The cool evening breeze wafted over her bared ass and reminded her where they were. The excitement of being exposed and in the middle of such an intimate act out where anyone could observe them sent a delicious quiver through her middle. She could feel herself flowing even more and was surprised that she could already feel the orgasm building up. It felt like all it would take was one brush against her pulsing clit to make it crash into her.

Nick started fucking her more vigorously, continuing the low growls and moans she was so familiar with. He told her once that she made him into an animal, made him lose all control. His powerful thrusts made it hard for her to stay quiet . . . she wanted to cry out, to show him how he was making her feel.

As for Nick, his usual control was wavering and he found himself slamming into her. He'd been waiting all day for this too, the only difference being he knew all the details of the special night he had planned for her. It had been near impossible to concentrate at work, knowing everything that was in front of them both.

And now finally his long wait was paying off and here he was, with the love of his life, fulfilling one of her favorite fantasies. He was fucking his sexy wife in public, struggling to keep quiet while all their movements fought against them and brought them closer to explosion.

"Oh! Ohhh shit," Kara muttered, feeling her legs go weak again as the pressure built up more and more, rising to a plateau she wasn't used to. It always felt like he got deeper inside when he fucked her standing up, so that coupled with the new experience was driving her to what felt like the biggest orgasm she'd ever had.

And suddenly it bloomed inside her, taking away all conscious thought and spreading outward throughout her entire body. Still Nick pounded her, the pressure of his thrusts drawing her pleasure out, making her forget where she was, who she was. All she knew was this beautiful release—it eclipsed all else.

But he wanted more. She felt him reach around, making his thrusts shallow as his fingers went to her pussy, finding her throbbing clit instantly. With the experience brought from practice he teased her clit without missing a thrust and before she fully realized what was happening she was cumming again, this one even bigger than the last, the intensity and surprise of it forcing a loud groan from her that rang through the night.

"Ohh fuck," Nick cursed lustfully, his hand returning to her waist so he could thrust more frantically. She could feel how wet his fingers had gotten during their brief foray into her crotch. His thrusts lengthened and she could feel all six inches of his thick cock sliding in and out of her depths. She knew him well—the harshness of his breathing, the spasmodic clenching of his fingers, the rigidness of his cock . . . he was right on the edge, about to explode.

Normally he would pull out and spray all over her, something she'd always loved. But Kara had recovered just enough to remember she was wearing a nice dress, so decided to give him an alternative. She pulled away from him, pivoting and quickly dropping to her knees in front of him. Looking up at his bobbing erection, she wrapped her fingers around the base and swiftly took his cock into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, the familiar scent of her cum wafting up at her, mixed with his own just as familiar scent. She could taste his tangy precum mingled with her own sweet fluids.

As she ran her tongue up his length, she drew him deep into her mouth, only just getting him all the way in before he started spurting his hot load onto her waiting tongue. She sucked him in as he started bucking against her, fingers gripping her dreads so he could fuck her mouth. He emptied a massive volume of cum for her to swallow, and swallow she did, continuing to suck on him as his thrusts slowed and stopped.

He'd remained surprisingly quiet during his own orgasm, staying to light groans and gasps of pleasure. When his cock stopped throbbing in her mouth, she let it slip out, giving his still-hard shaft a few more licks to make sure she'd gotten it all.

He was looking down at her lovingly, a satisfied look imprinted on his face. He tenderly stroked her cheek and said, "God, Kara. You're so fucking sexy."

"Mmm, so are you baby," she answered, standing back up and pulling her dress back down. She was coming back to reality now and embarrassment took hold. "I got loud, didn't I?"

"A little," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe we should clear out of here." He picked up her purse (she didn't even remember dropping it) and stuffed her discarded panties into it. He handed her purse to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her back the way they'd come.

It might have been her imagination (and self-consciousness) but Kara could swear everyone they passed looked at them, some with knowing smiles.

The walk back to the car was done through a happy haze, both of them satisfied but still aroused from the risk of getting caught and the knowledge that they'd gotten away with it. Kara already thought this would be a night to remember forever, without knowing that this was just the appetizer.

As Nick drove them home, Kara leaned back in the passenger seat, savoring the lingering tingle between her legs. She'd left her panties in her purse, so her bottom half was bare under her dress. It was a nice reminder of what they'd just done.

"That was amazing," she sighed, reaching over and squeezing her husband's leg.

"It was," he agreed. "But that was just the beginning," he added, smiling. He continued looking straight ahead at the road as her hand travelled up to his crotch. She massaged him through his slacks, biting her lip when she felt him start to stiffen again.

"Really?" she asked, surprised. "You just made one of my biggest fantasies come true and you say there's more?"

"Uh huh," Nick said, giving her a quick glance. His eyes were sparked with lust, both from the thought of things to come and what she was doing with her hand. "You do have other fantasies, you know . . . "

"Oooh," she breathed, massaging him steadily, drawing him back to full erection with her left hand. Her right hand went up to fondle her own breast. She could feel her nipple hardening through her bra and her pussy was starting to flow again.

"Let's see . . . " she said thoughtfully, continuing to grope him and herself, moving to the other breast. "Doing it in public, getting tied up, seeing you fuck another woman, messing around with a woman myself . . . " Her voice got more excited as she talked and her hand dipped from her breasts to between her legs, pulling up the skirt of her dress so her fingers could play along her wet pussy. She let out a long moan at the contact and said, "So which one are we gonna do?"

"You'll see . . . " Nick teased, watching her from the corner of his eye. When they stopped at a light he watched with more attention, reaching over with one hand to cup her full breast. He was uncomfortably hard from the show she was giving him . . . he always loved watching her play with herself. It never failed to drive him wild, and she knew it. And doing it here in the car, when he couldn't do anything about it . . . it just made him want to get her home all the faster.

Kara continued to tease herself (and him) all the way home, not stopping until Nick pulled into their driveway. She didn't let herself cum—keeping herself balancing right on the edge and stopping just before the end.

As soon as Nick got the car in park he was kissing her, one hand on her breast, the other in her hair. She kissed back, feeling the preliminary quivers that signaled orgasm. Before they got any further, the kiss was over and Nick was opening his door.