NIGHT PROWLER
By Terri

 I met Gene and Terri at a sports bar about a year and
a half ago. Gene and I were having a few beers,
periodically glancing at a basketball game, which 
by then had become only peripherally interesting. We
were introduced earlier by a mutual friend, who had
since left, essentially bailing out on a conversation
he had started.  I don't recall what we were talking
about, but I'm pretty sure I was defending the pagan
point of view when Terri entered the room, shattering
my train of thought, and bringing about a sudden
change  of expression on my face. Gene turned his head
to locate the source of my distraction then swung his
head back with a malicious grin. 
"You like her?" he asked provocatively flicking his
eyebrows.
 "Mmmmm" was the best I could do in terms of
formulating a response. Terri was at our table in no
time, her hand on Gene's shoulder, she craned her neck
around and planted a solid kiss on his lips. She
looked nothing short of extraordinary, wearing a 
simple but elegant dress that carefully showcased
every curve of her petite body. Her gently flaring
hips accentuated her narrow waist and flat stomach, 
pert round breast would have been nice, although
unremarkable, on most women, but on her body they were
nothing short of delectable. The neckline of her dress
displayed her delicate collarbone and just a hint of
cleavage. 
 Her classically beautiful face was framed by a mane
of blond hair extending past her shoulders towards her
waist. To my embarrassment, Gene introduced Terri as
his wife.
 
 Terri extended her pale hand to me, our handshake
appeared as a spectacle of contrasting color and size.
We locked eyes briefly, but feeling a rapid rise in my
sense of guilt, lust, anxiety, I tore my eyes away.
She reminded Gene they were running late for a
previous
engagement, and apologized for taking him away. I
explained that I felt that we had already exhausted 
the conversation, that it was a godsend she had
arrived when she did. We said our goodbyes and I
watched the happy couple leave, my eyes gradually
shifting to feast on Terri, her suggestively petite
body moving sensuously under her loosely fitted dress.
Gene turned to look at me as he opened the door for
her, again flicking his eyebrows and smiling
profusely.
 
 I met Gene on many subsequent occasions at the same
sport bar. Over time I was gradually exposed to the
internal dynamic of his relationship with Terri,
especially the sexual aspect. It would appear they had
tried to prevent the waning of mutual sexual interest
by deliberately attempting to add "spice" to their
relationship. First, by vicariously adding others to 
the relationship, which involved for the most part
Terri flashing the guy in shoe store down at the local
mall, then rushing back home with Gene and fucking
each others brains out; when time and circumstances
allowed they would periodically take a third person to
bed with them; the most recent turn took the form of a
fantasy Terri had of being fuck by a night prowler. 

 Since they sometimes worked different shifts, this
particular fantasy would start with Terri giving Gene
a call at work, telling him she's getting ready to go
to bed, the cue for him to start making his way over.
He would arrive to find Terri in bed, blindfolded. He
would quickly tie her hands to the  brass rail, make
fast and furious with her, before leaving and heading
back to work. I listened with rapt attention as he
ttold me the details of these encounters. According to
Gene, the law of diminishing returns had eliminated 
the spice from this fantasy as well. By virtue of the
fact that Terri knew who her intruder was, he felt,
laid waste to the critical elements of surprise and
suspense. Gene went on to say he was currently looking
for someone to play the night intruder for Terri. I
was coy and elated. 

"What do you mean?"  He said Terri would enjoy the
experience of having someone else play the night
intruder provided it was someone he knew and trusted,
someone who did not drift in their immediate social
orbit. I quickly agreed, and we immediately began to
work out the logistics that bring this fantasy to
life. We finally agreed the fantasy would take place
at a nearby hotel.
 
 The hotel room was unlocked and I walked in, not
quite knowing what to expect. There was a bed in the
center of the room and surely enough Terri was on it.
She was blindfolded, her thin pale arms tied to the
brass rail above her head. She wore a bra and sheer
panties, from which a closely cropped triangle of
blond pubic hair could be seen.

 Her body tensed as I entered the room, obviously
aware of my presence, her arms pulling slightly 
against the restraints. Keeping my eyes fixed on her,
I quickly undressed, wondering all the while if she
was able to see through the blindfold. 

 Strangely enough I did not experience the surging
erection I had expected. I sat at the edge of the bed,
taking in as much of her as I could, noting that she
looked somewhat different than I recall. Absurdly,
Terri raised her knee in what appeared to be some
futile attempt to hide her sex. I gently ran the back
of my fingers down her neck, my thumb along her jaw
line, then under her lower lip, before finally kissing
her briefly, moving along before the kiss was fully
developed. I swung both feet onto the bed, so that I
was stretched out alongside her. My skin against hers,
 my cock against her thigh, it wasn't long before I
had a hot, raging erection.
 
 Terri adjusted herself, her body assuming a more
receptive posture as she brought her leg to rest
against my cock.  I began tracing kisses along her 
neck, collarbone, gradually easing myself on top of
her. In an instant I removed her bra and began
squeezing her small breasts with my oversized hands,
alternately teasing each nipple by flicking my tongue
over it, finally gently using my teeth to pull the
rose colored nipple away from the surface of her skin.
She responded favorably with a groan as I took more of
her breast into my mouth, her thigh rubbing hard
against my cock as she began to twist and rotate her
hips under me. Again, my hand found its way to her
lips, tracing the lines of her sensuous mouth; this
time she elevated her chin and parted her lips
slightly, allowing my thumb to slip inside. Her 
tongue was warm and wet as it swirled around my thumb
sending waves of pleasure throughout my body, further
maddening the already half-crazed cock rubbing up
against her thigh. We had barely started and I felt my
heart was beating way too fast, so I attempted to
reassert some semblance of control - or at least
neutralized the subtle shift in power I felt was
taking place. I had suffered from an incurable urge to
taste her, probably dating back to the first day I saw
her, so I began my inconspicuously crawled downward. I
started kissing her flat abdomen. I stroked admiringly
the curves of her waist and hip, ran the back of my
fingers across her stomach, then slipped my hand under
the waistband of her panties, my fingers idling 
briefly amid the dark blonde triangular crop of pubic
hair, before moving further down between her legs to
stroke her pussy. Terri must of sensed my intent as 
she raised her magnificent ass slightly off the bed
allowing me to remove her satin panties, then parted
her legs to give me greater access. I couldn't resist
burying my face completely in her crotch, playfully
nuzzling her damp pubic hair and inhaling her
fragrance, before inserting my tongue deep into her.
She shuddered slightly, emitted a low groan, raised
her legs and wrapped them around my shoulders as I
began tongue-fucking her. As my tongue was darting in
and out of her pussy, Terri began a symphony of erotic
sounds and heavy breathing, her legs pulling me close
as she grounded her steaming pussy into my face and
tongue. She arched her back allowing me cup her ass 
in both hand while I feasted greedily, taking in as
 much as I could of her taste and smell, before she
finally erupting in a wild waterfall orgasm, 
 spinning out of control like someone in the throes
 of a seizure, her legs thrashing and her thin arms
pulling against the restraints. Without thinking 
 I removed the restraints. Terri appeared puzzled for
 a moment and, without saying a word, merely adjusted
her blindfold. I was on her again, kissing her this
time like I had neglected to kiss her before, my cock
still hard against her. I began a mock fuck, thrusting
my cock against her mound and clit. With a very warm
hand Terri reached down to stroke my cock before 
placing it at the entrance of her well-lubricated
pussy. I disappeared in her, froze for a moment,
transfixed, while a reign of terror and panic passed
over me. Tentatively, I began to move my cock
 in and out of Terri's tight pussy. There was a sudden
gasp, followed by a low groans as she lifted and
rotated her pussy against me, gradually pulling her
knees toward her chest. We found a steady rhythm and
fucked for a deliciously long time, neither of us
wanting it to end. However, soon her legs began to
tighten around my lower back, making it possible for
only short hard strokes; her hands leaving my
shoulders, collapsed around my neck as she pulled me
in close. The combination of Terri's tight wet pussy,
her legs locked strongly around my back, the galloping
rhythm that forced me to march at her pace, my face
buried in her hair and neck, amid all the fragrances,
made me delirious and vulnerable again. Her hot pussy
closing around me, I eased out of her to stall a sure
orgasm and to change the tempo. I rolled her over on
her side, again easing my hot cock into her sweet wet
pussy.
 Terri quickly settled in, wiggling her delicious ass
into me, as I began pounding her from behind. Again
and again, her petite frame jerked as I slammed into
her, my hand grasping her hip as I forced myself still
deeper. She removed my hand from her hip and placed it
on her clit and it wasn't long before we both erupted 
in a shared orgasm that seemed to shake the entire
 room. As we lay there for what seemed like minutes,
the telephone rang.
 Sensing it was Gene, I picked up the receiver and
handed it to her. She spoke softly to him, as I got
dressed. I gave her a kiss and headed out the door,
almost sure that I would see her again.

