In the Park

Caught In the Park by Stephanie Silver

Dirk pointed out the black jeep parked at the other end of the parking lot. "There's someone in that jeep," he said, and stopped kissing me as he moved back to his side of the truck.

"It's probably a private detective spying on us" I joked. "One of our wives must have hired him to watch us. He's probably over there taking pictures."

Dirk gave me a worried look. "What makes you say that?"

At the time, I passed his concern off as unwarranted. It was just me being paranoid. I shrugged. "Who else could it be?" I asked. It was a cold night and the park was otherwise deserted and empty.

While we waited, I fixed my exercise shorts, pulling the lower edge of each leg back down to my knees. Dirk had pushed them all the way up to my crotch to make it easier to feel my smooth, shaved thighs. I wasn't wearing any underwear. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, feeling horny. I wished the jeep and its driver would go away. They were interfering with my plans.

As he continued to watch the jeep, Dirk changed the subject. We'd been talking about sex and now he started asking me about work. Dirk had been telling me what a slut I was, and even suggested I was a whore. I argued with him about being a whore. "I don't charge anyone for it," I said.

Of course, that wasn't the point, and we both knew it. I was getting aroused by the way Dirk was talking. The windows of his car were getting steamed up, and I grinned happily as I noticed that. It just proved that Dirk was right about me being a slut. Only a slut would get the windows steamed up like that with a man.

"So did you ever get your product approved?" he asked.

I unrolled my window slightly to help vent some of the warm air for a few minutes. "Oh, yeah, we're doing okay." I said. I wasn't interested in talking about work. I just wanted to go back to what we were doing.

After a few minutes, the driver of the jeep started his engine and left. Once he was out of sight, Dirk leaned over and started kissing me again. Almost immediately I felt his tongue softly pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him French-kiss me. As I sucked on Dirk's tongue, I kept thinking how much I wanted to be sucking his cock instead.

When our lips parted, he looked at me hungrily and said, "You're such a sweet piece of ass, Wendy. You need a good fucking, you horny little slut."

I groaned, letting him know how frustrated I was getting. "I know. So, take me somewhere and fuck me."

"I wish we could," said Dirk.

I groaned again, and glanced up toward the dark racquetball courts. "We could go up there," I suggested.

Dirk looked that way for a minute and began fondling my thighs again. "Would you really like that?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"Having my cock up your ass and being fucked like a girl."

I moaned softly and closed my eyes. "God, you know I'd love that, Dirk. I hate being a boy. I wish I didn't have a dick at all. I'd rather have a pussy and nice, cute tits.

"With tiny, perky nipples," Dirk added. He'd heard my fantasies before and shared my fantasy regarding nipple size.

I groaned again. "Oh god, yes. I want that so bad. And then, I want to be someone's wife, Dirk. I want to be your wife. And do all the things a wife does."

"Like vacuuming and house cleaning?" he suggested, softly nuzzling my neck.

"Yes, and sucking your cock and getting fucked," I added, making sure he didn't get too far from the real topic.

Dirk kissed me again, and the kiss quickly turned into another tongue-kiss. His hands were beneath my coat, feeling beneath the black lace bra I was wearing. He unzipped my jacket, and pushed my bra up over my nipple, exposing it. As his mouth closed around my nipple, I moaned hungrily.

When his passion subsided temporarily, I pointed at the racquetball courts again. "Dirk, at least let me suck your cock. There's no one here. We can go up there and do it in the dark. We won't even have to take our clothes off."

Dirk agreed, and followed me toward the courts. I went ahead of him, knowing he would be watching my ass from behind. I wanted him to be as horny as I was.

When we got to the court, I suggested he wait outside for a few minutes, just in case someone was watching us. "That way they won't see us go in at the same time," I said.

I pushed open the gate and went inside. The thick cement walls kept out most of the light. There was only a dimly lit patch directly in front of the gate. I made my way to the back corner, unzipping my jacket as I shuffled hesitantly through the darkness. The cold air on my bra-covered chest felt refreshing after the heat of the truck.

After a minute or two, Dirk came in. "Over here," I whispered. Dirk followed the sound of my voice to the corner, and soon held me in his arms again. We kissed again, and he soon had his huge hands down my pants and was fondling my bare bottom.

After another minute or two, I was crouched in front of him, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking. Dirk let me control the tempo for a few moments, then took over as he began fucking my mouth with his cock. I let him push me back further into the corner, relaxing as he thrust deeper and deeper each time. At times I couldn't breathe, or he would thrust so deep that I thought I might gag. But before I could panic, he would pull back and let me catch my breath.

Dirk was making so much noise. I was sure someone would hear us. The hard cement walls echoed every sound. He was grunting and panting as he continued to fuck my face.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, followed almost immediately by another. I stopped sucking and looked toward the doorway. A third flash of light blinded me, preventing me from seeing who was at the door taking pictures. Dirk swore angrily as he quickly put his thick cock back in his pants. I struggled with the zipper on my coat, but in my panic couldn't get it to work.

"Who is that?" Dirk demanded angrily, and began walking toward the door, his chest out. The unseen intruder snapped a fourth picture. I was too terrified to speak.

"Stop right there, Roberts." The man at the door was speaking. "I've got a gun if I need it, and I can have the police here in less than two minutes."

Dirk stopped. "What do you want?"

The man snapped another picture as I zipped up my coat. I was shaking with fear. We'd been caught. I slumped in to the corner with my head hung down.

"I think your girlfriend over there knows what I want. She figured it out when you two were still in the parking lot."

I looked up, confused. What?

I could see the man's outline silhouetted in the doorway as he explained. He was heavy and overweight. "I'm a private investigator, Roberts. Your wife hired me. She thought you might be up to something. I was the one in the black jeep a few minutes ago. I don't know how you figured it out, though. Lucky guess, maybe?"

I gulped. I didn't know what to say.

"It doesn't matter," he continued. "I've been taking pictures since you got here. And I've got a microphone planted in your car, so I've heard everything you've been saying for the last thirty minutes. I think your wife's going to be very interested in getting my report.

He paused, letting that threat hang in the air like a cold, icy sword waiting to drop down and destroy our lives. I shivered again. If the door hadn't been blocked by his large frame, I would have tried running away.

After giving us a moment to realize the gravity of our situation, the intruder offered a solution. "You know, I don't have to tell her, though. I could tell her I didn't see anything tonight."

I looked up, wondering why he would do that. Dirk asked what I was thinking, "What's in it for you?"

The man answered slowly, as if still thinking over the details. "You two let me join your little game for a while.

Dirk looked at me for a moment, as if to see if I was interested in taking the offer. I shrugged, but in the darkness, I'm not sure if he saw. It sounded better than having him tell our wives.

"How do we know we can trust you? Dirk asked.

"You can't. But you don't have much choice, right?"

"How do we know you have anything worth showing our wives?"

"Do you want to see? It's a digital camera. I can show you the pictures right now.

Dirk made his way toward the door while the man began pressing some buttons on his camera. I followed Dirk, still shivering.

Most of the pictures were grainy and blurred; nothing that would be worth posting at an Internet site. But, despite the quality, it was pretty clear what was going on. The pictures he'd taken with the flash were clearer, and showed me sucking Dirk's cock and then trying to get dressed. If our wives ended up with the pictures, we could try to argue that it wasn't us in the pictures, but I doubt they would believe us.

"Okay," Dirk said begrudgingly. "So what do you want?"

The man leered at me for a moment, making me feel uncomfortable. Along with being heavy and overweight, he was mostly bald. Although for me, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He could tell he had us, so he said, "Listen, it's cold here. My office isn't too far away. Why don't you follow me in your car and we'll talk? In private."

Fifteen minutes later, Dirk and I found ourselves in Carl Atkins' office.

Mr. Atkins, Carl, was showing us the case he had developed against us. Against Dirk, actually; my wife wasn't his client. But it was obvious that if Dirk's wife found out, it was only a matter of time before my wife did too.

"Here's the deal, Roberts," he said, addressing Dirk but staring at me. "You let me fuck your little girlfriend here, and I tell your wife you're clean. I tell her you're just meeting someone for racquetball, another man..." He paused to give me a sneer, silently pointing out that I really wasn't much of a man. I shrugged. I was as aware of that fact as anyone, and so was Dirk."...And that there's nothing suspicious going on," he finished.

Dirk flashed me a helpless look. It was my choice. There wasn't much to think about, I realized. How could I say no? If I did, my life and Dirk's were ruined. If I said yes, I realized that I'd finally get the threesome I'd always wanted. What was there to think about? I said yes.

It was already late, and Carl knew that Dirk and I always ended our sessions together by 8:30 so that we could get home to our families soon enough to avoid raising suspicion. "It's already late," he said, and I know you two have to get home." He paused just long enough to make sure we realized just how much he knew about our activities. "We wouldn't want anyone's wife to get suspicious, would we?" He leered at me again as I tried to imagine myself sucking his cock. "I like to keep my Wednesday evenings free so I can watch you two," he said. "So, let's all meet right here next Wednesday night at... Let's make it a little earlier, shall we? You two normally get together at, what? Six-thirty? Be here by six. Don't be late. I'd hate for my report to end up in the mail by mistake." He glared meaningfully at Dirk. Obviously he knew I always arrived early.

Dirk nodded and said he would make it.

Turning to me, Carl's voice softened and he said, "If you feel like being early, honey, that's okay. I won't mind a bit. You can change in the bathroom there." He pointed to a door that apparently led to the office's private bathroom. "Bring something sexy. If I'm not satisfied, I might just mail my report anyway."

The threat in his voice was unmistakable and I shivered. Dirk growled, "Leave her alone, Atkins. This is just between me and you."

"And her," the private investigator added softly, turning slowly in his chair to stare quietly at Dirk, demonstrating who was in command of the situation.

"It's okay, Dirk," I said, putting my hand on his. "I think I have something Mr. Atkins will like." I smiled softly at the private investigator, hoping I could look sexy and provocative doing it.

He smiled back. "Next Wednesday then," and ushered us out into the night.

I got to Carl Atkins' office at 5:30. I could have gotten there even earlier, but I didn't want to appear too excited. The day had been a blur. All I'd been able to think about is what it would be like having sex with two men at once. Indeed, all week long that's all I had been able to think about. By the time I arrived, I was hornier than I could remember ever being.

Carl opened the door right away after my knock and invited me in to his office. The way he leered at me reminded me of how Little Red Riding Hood must have felt when she met the big bad wolf. I was still wearing my every day work clothes: blue jeans, tennis shoes and a polo shirt. He noted the bag I was carrying. "Your girly clothes in there?"

I blushed. "Yes."

"Let's see them."

I looked toward the private bathroom. "Can I go in there?"

"Let's see what you got first," he said. I realized there was no use arguing. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the black chemise I planned to wear. I held it up in front of me, letting him see its powder-blue lace edging.

"Nice," he said. "What else you got?"

I reached into the bag again and showed him the black lace panties I planned to wear with the chemise.

"Sexy," he growled. "You'll look pretty enough to fuck." I couldn't tell if he was serious; his tone sounded almost mocking.

I decided to smile and take it as a compliment.

I next showed him the black stockings I planned to wear, with big satin bows over each knee. "What about a bra?" he asked. "Don't you like wearing a bra?" Something in the tone of his voice made it sound demeaning.

"I do," I said, but not with a chemise."

I could tell I'd lost him. He wasn't familiar with the names for women's styles. "You mean with your nightgown?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes sir." The sir appellation was somewhat involuntary, a show of my feeling of being helpless as I found myself acquiescing to his requests.

"Are you gonna wear any makeup?" he asked.

I showed him the small sack with lip gloss and blush. It also held a girl's watch, a necklace and a bracelet that I would put on when I changed.

"All right," he said, "Go change. Your boyfriend will be here soon and we can get started."

When I came out, Dirk was there. I paused for a moment, letting him see me in my girl things, since he rarely got a chance to see me that way. After turning around once for him, I joined him on the couch, reaching for his hand for encouragement.

"You look pretty, Wendy," he whispered.

"Thanks.

Meanwhile, Carl had set up a video camera and was filming everything. A large monitor next to the camera let us see what the camera was seeing.

"All right boys and girl," began Carl, taking control. I noticed the way he emphasized the word girl and wondered what his point was. Everyone in the room pretty much knew I wasn't a real girl. "I need each of you to face the camera and state your full name. Roberts, let's start with you."

Dirk cleared his throat as he sat forward on the couch and faced the camera. "Dirk Roberts," he said, and sat back.

I copied Dirk, moving forward slightly and facing the camera. I decided to give my girl name instead of my boy name. If the private investigator didn't like it, he could always correct me. "Wendy Bowen," I said, my voice automatically going into the softer, feminine tone that came naturally whenever I was cross-dressed.

In an authoritative voice, Carl added, "For the record, Ms. Bowen is a cross-dresser whose real name is Dennis Krane. Isn't that right Mr. Krane?" He looked at me with an air of triumph as he finished.

I sighed. What was it with this guy? "Yeah, but when I'm dressed, I prefer to be called Wendy." I gave him a sweet smile that momentarily silenced him.

Carl looked at his watch. "All right. We don't have a lot of time, so let's get started. Roberts, do you want to give your girlfriend here a big juicy kiss? She looks like she wants you to.

It was hard to relax and really enjoy ourselves in front of the camera. I looked at Dirk and smiled. I always wanted big juicy kisses from him, there was no denying that. Doing it with the camera watching was what made it difficult. We turned stiffly toward each other, both of us moving slowly. Dirk placed one arm halfway around my waist, pulling me closer, and softly pressed his lips to mine. Calling it a kiss at that point would be stretching it.

Carl chuckled. "That's not how you were doing it in your car last week, Roberts. Should we go get the video so you can remember?"

Dirk glared icily at Carl. For a brief instant I thought he might fly across the room and tear the heavier man to shreds. Reaching for his free hand, I said, "Let's just do it and get it over with. Okay, Dirk? We don't have anything to argue with." I pulled myself in front of him so that I was partly on his lap. "Besides, it'll be fun. You hardly ever get to see me in a dress like this."

Dirk's rage slowly vented, replaced by the hot passion I was used to seeing with him. We started making out on the couch, doing our best to ignore the camera and the leering private investigator.

For the first ten or twenty minutes, it was just Dirk and me. Carl only sat at his desk and watched. I could tell, when I glanced over, that he was masturbating behind the desk. That only served to make me even hornier, for I knew that before long I'd be having sex with both men, and I was determined to enjoy every minute of it.

It didn't take long for Dirk's big hands to find my ass and start fondling me. That never failed to arouse me, and I began to moan for more. Without taking off my gown or stockings, Dirk helped me get my panties off. "I want to eat your ass," he said.

Having my ass kissed and licked by Dirk drives me totally insane. It's like lighting the fuse on a firecracker, and I'm never able to control myself sexually after that. Dirk knew that, which is probably why he did it.

Or not. I know doing things to my ass turns him on just as much as it does me.

In my lust-crazed state, I temporarily forgot about the camera and the private investigator watching us. I turned around and started sucking Dirk's cock. Sucking his cock was one thing we could usually find a way to do, so it was really just a warm up for what was to come next.

Getting behind me on the couch, and bending me over the couch arm, Dirk placed his cock against my hole in the back. He'd brought lube and we'd taken just enough time to make sure his cock was thoroughly coated with it, as well as my opening. I trust Dirk, so I never made him use a condom. "Go slow, okay?" I reminded him, since it had been several months since the last time he'd fucked me.

"I will," he whispered, kissing my cheek softly.

While Dirk was very slowly and very gently opening me up, I became aware of Carl in front of me. He was naked and the camera, I realized, was no longer operating. He must have turned it off once he decided to join in. His cock, all five inches of it, was sticking straight out from beneath his belly, and moving toward me.

I was so horny I didn't even think about it. I opened my mouth and let him stick it inside. He groaned, "Oh yeah, baby, suck that cock."

It wasn't the most graceful thing I've ever done. Carl's belly made it hard to get the right angle for sucking. It would have helped if he had been a few inches higher. Plus, with Dirk's cock slowly entering me from behind, I had to stop sucking every now and then just to keep myself from biting him. Whenever I did, I would let loose a small list of profanity that helped me, at least, to feel better.

"God, she swears like a sailor, doesn't she," Carl laughed as he rubbed his cock across my face.

"Just when she's being fucked," Dirk replied.

Once Dirk was all the way in, he gave my ass a soft spank to let me know. "That's all of it, babe. Are you ready for me to start fucking in and out?"

"Give me just a second," I breathed as I kissed Carl's cock softly.

Dirk didn't move until I said okay. His stamina, to me, is nothing short of amazing. But once I said it was okay, he immediately began thrusting in and out. Meanwhile I got serious about sucking Carl's cock. It was actually very nice, in my opinion. Not to say anything against large cocks, but there's just something very fulfilling about being able to easily deep-throat a guy's entire cock.

In a short time the three of us managed to find an erotic rhythm. Dirk would thrust forward, driving Carl's cock down my throat. When he pulled back, I'd follow, and Carl's cock would move out. Then Dirk would thrust forward again, starting the whole process over. I was curious which one of us would cum first.

It was Dirk, although I may have cheated a little by not giving Carl's cock as much attention as I could have. The cock in my ass just seemed more important at the time.

"I'm cumming, baby," said Dirk as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me backward.

I stopped moving, and sucking, and pressed my ass into him. In a moment I felt Dirk's cock twitching inside me. I reached down to grab and squeeze stroke my girly cock, hoping I could cum with him, but I wasn't quite ready or fast enough.

As I did that, rising to a near standing position on my knees with Dirk behind me holding my hips, Carl began kissing me from the front. His lips were on mine for a brief moment before moving to my neck and then to my chest. As he kissed my chest, his hands found the straps on my nightgown and pushed them onto my upper arms, causing the front of my gown to fall down and expose my tiny breasts. I gasped as Carl began to suck on one nipple.

I was literally trembling with excitement when Carl and Dirk decided to trade places. Actually, they didn't trade places at all; they simply had me turn around so that Carl could put his cock into my ass while Dirk kissed me and played with my exposed titties.

With Dirk's help I managed to get into a position where Carl could fuck me from behind. I felt him move up between my legs, and then the feel of his cock as he pressed it against my ass. "He needs a condom," I moaned.

Carl swore angrily, but stopped long enough to put one on before coming back and thrusting his cock inside as fast and as deeply as possible. I could feel his large belly against my ass.

I let Dirk kiss my neck while Carl's rapid thrusts caused me to sway back and forth. Dirk has a very quick recovery time, and was hard again in a few minutes, so it wasn't long before I had a cock in my mouth again.

Carl wanted to cum on my face and in my mouth, so when he got close enough, he had me lie on my back with my head hanging over the couch's armrest. From this vantage point I had an upside down view of an overweight man stroking his cock as he got ready to squirt cum on me. I could see his small balls as they drew up close to his body. Carl took a half-step forward and aimed his cock at my face. I opened my mouth wide as he finished stroking with a groan. "Aaaaggghhhh."

The first spray went into my nostrils and across my cheek. The second one was a direct hit on my tongue. That was followed by his cock going back into my mouth with the instruction, "Now suck me clean, bitch."

Well, I didn't exactly like being called a bitch, but wasn't exactly in a position to protest at that moment. I heard Dirk, though, defend my honor and would have given him a kiss and a hug if I hadn't been busy sucking, and swallowing, the last of the private investigator's cum.

I knew that wouldn't be the end of it. Dirk is always able to cum at least twice whenever we have sex, and I could already feel his hot, hard cock between my legs, ready to fuck me missionary style. As Carl withdrew his softening cock, Dirk slid me across the couch so that my weight was no longer on the couch's armrest and I could wrap my legs around him. With his cock already finding its way inside me, I put my legs up on to his broad shoulders and prepared for a nice long fuck.

This time was for me - Dirk wouldn't come again until I had a chance to be completely and totally satisfied. With long, slow strokes, Dirk let me savor the feel of a man's cock inside me.

Eventually, Carl was ready to go again, too, and started feeding me his stiff cock in an effort to get me to suck it again. I shook my head. "I want to have both your cocks between my legs at the same time," I said.

Dirk knows how much I enjoy the feel of a man's cock between my legs, so this didn't surprise him at all. Carl didn't seem to understand what we were doing, though, as I turned around to lie on top of Dirk, my back to his front. Spreading my legs, I reached between them to find Dirk's cock and guided it into position against my crotch where I squeezed it tightly between my thighs. "Now you put yours in from the front," I said to Carl as he stared at us.

Well, it's not rocket science, and the private investigator quickly figured out what I wanted him to do, nestling his cock up alongside Dirk's between my tightly closed thighs. I pulled him close, turning myself into the middle part of a sex sandwich, with poor Dirk getting squished beneath us. I was getting squished a little myself, because Carl, bless his heart, was no lightweight.

It was, however, the most divine feeling I've ever had. Squeezed between two men, with both of their cocks between my legs, my thighs squeezing each of them as tightly as I could.

Carl took advantage of this position to kiss me again, his lips against mine. The kiss quickly turned deeper and more passionate as his tongue found its way into my mouth and mine into his. I could tell he smoked, so it wasn't the most pleasant kiss I've ever had. Kind of like kissing an ashtray is one way of describing it. But it didn't keep me from doing it anyway.

Dirk finally rescued me from the ashtray taste when he started kissing my neck and fondling my still bare breasts. I turned my head to find Dirk's lips, cutting off the kiss with Carl. We gave each other a few hungry kisses and then everyone seemed to know what we wanted to do next.

Dirk wiggled out from beneath us, leaving Carl on top of me, ready to fuck me once more. I spread my legs for him as he put on a fresh condom, and then moved them up onto his shoulders as he searched for my opening with his cock. Meanwhile Dirk started sucking on my titties. I could feel the cock inside me, thrusting in and out as the man above me brought himself to a climax. That sensation combined with the sensation of having my nipples sucked, a sensation that often brings me to what I call a girlgasm, was too much for me. I started shaking uncontrollably as my cum shot out all over the private investigator's large belly.

At the same time, and maybe because of it, Carl reached his second climax of the day, shooting his cum inside me.

I gave Carl one last kiss as he slowly collapsed and rolled off of me onto my side, pushing me to the edge of the couch. I groaned sadly as his cock left me, but fortunately there was another one ready to take its place. Rolling onto the floor, I grinned at Dirk. "Can I sit on your lap?"

Moving to a chair, Dirk guided me into position on his lap. By that point I was so loose that I could easily sit all the way down on him. "Are you going to cum again?" I asked, my arms around his neck as we slowly savored the feel of his cock thrusting inside me.

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

I kissed him, opening my mouth to kiss him more passionately. When our lips finally parted I said, "You know I want that."

There was no real hurry. I had no intentions of getting off of him until he finally did cum. And Dirk was content to take as long as he wanted getting there. In the meantime, there was some serious kissing to do, and my breasts needed to be fondled, and Dirk's chest needed to be caressed.

When he finally did cum, it was almost sad, because we knew that was the end. I could feel his cock twitching again as his strong hands pushed me down, holding me in place on his cock.

"Are you cumming?" I asked, even though I knew.

His glazed expression told me he was. I watched his face, always finding it fascinating to see how he looked when he was cumming. So vulnerable and intense. As if, at that moment, nothing else could possibly matter.

When he returned, I grinned at him. "Feel better?"

He gave me a hug. "You always make me feel better. You're incredible."

"Incredibly lucky," I said modestly.

By then it was after eight, and I just had time to clean up before I needed to leave. Carl Atkins, the private investigator, promised that he would keep his word, and tell Dirk's wife that nothing was going on. And, so far, she hasn't said anything.