The Devil Made Me Do It

―But it‘s so nice out, Natalie smiled and tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the curb. ―Let‘s walk.

―I thought you were anxious to get back to our room. Scott shifted, adjusting the bulge in his pants.

―We have all night, she purred, slipping an arm around his waist.

He leaned down and kissed her, pulling her close.

―Lead the way, baby.

Their hotel was three blocks down the street and two blocks over, so Natalie decided to cut through the park. The sun set hours ago and the moonless night was very dark, but she felt safe with her husband beside her. An empty swing moved slowly in the humid wind, inviting her to sit and enjoy.

Scott stood behind her and pushed, mesmerized by her wind-tossed golden hair, her girlish peals of laughter, and her joyous smile. The swing was obviously built for a child, too close to the ground for Natalie to tuck her long legs under. She had to spread them apart as she passed, so Scott moved in front of her to get a better look. Her skirt flew up into her lap, revealing everything she wasn‘t wearing. He leaned against a palm tree and just watched her, feeling his blood boil every time her thighs pumped and parted.

Natalie was watching him, too. The rush of warm moist air over her naked skin was absolutely thrilling.

She kicked her legs high, flipping her skirt up to her waist, and grinned at the reaction she got from her husband.

He stepped in front of her, grabbed the swing, and pulled her to a stop. ―You‘re just looking for trouble, aren‘t you?

―Have I found it?

Scott grunted and kissed her, feasting on her mouth like it was a tropical delicacy. ―Let‘s go back to the hotel, he said, breathing the words on her lips.

―I can‘t wait that long. She locked her ankles behind his knees and held him there. ―There‘s no one here, no one will see us. If she could only convince him.



He wasn‘t buying it. ―But someone could come—

―No one is going to come. A wicked smile danced in her eyes. ―Especially if you don‘t stop worrying and stick your tongue between my legs.

God he loved it when she talked like that. His groin ached from wanting her. He couldn‘t believe he was actually thinking about making love to her right there in the middle of a public park. So why didn‘t he? The possibility of someone seeing them warred with his need to satisfy her. Scott looked around. The park was empty. He looked back at his wife, waiting for him to make the next move. She was impossible to resist in ordinary circumstances. How could he resist her now?

He felt her calves tighten around his legs, pulling him close. Even if someone did see them, what was the worst that could happen? He decided not to think about that and grabbed Natalie behind her knees, lifted her up in the swing, and plunged his tongue into her hot pink flesh.

―Oh Scott! Natalie gasped and shifted forward in the swing, demanding all of his mouth. His sudden change of mind surprised her, but she wasn‘t about to complain. Going without underwear definitely had its advantages.

He draped her knees over his shoulders and slid his hands up her thighs and under her skirt so he could caress her tight bottom. The humid night air mixed with his wife‘s steamy scent nearly overloaded his senses. Shivers ran down his spine, but cold was the last thing he was feeling as he wondered why they never made love outside before. It was because of him, Scott realized. Because he was afraid of being caught.

Natalie let out a moan her husband felt all the way to the ground, and right then he vowed he‘d never be afraid to make love to her anywhere or anytime. He stopped looking over her shoulders and closed his eyes, losing himself and all his fears in her luscious body.

Natalie felt the chills too—and heat at the same time. She tightened her grip on the swing and leaned

back, lifting her mound closer to his circling tongue.

His lips burned hot against her, and his nibbling teeth sent icy shivers racing through her heated limbs.

Bracing her legs on his shoulders, she slipped the spaghetti straps down her arms, pushing her dress below her breasts. A sudden breeze tickled her plump nipples, and she took both her breasts in her hand, rubbing them together, rolling her fingertips over the tight peaks. Scott‘s groan vibrated her * and she squealed. ―Do that again!

So he did. Humming against her *, he slid two fingers into her p-ssy and slowly stroked the tight wet chamber. Desperately wishing for more hands, Natalie pinched one nipple, then the other. Her thighs clenched and relaxed—and clenched again.

Harder and faster and tighter—Natalie‘s body responded to his ministrations with increasing force.

The chills disappeared under the waves of heat engulfing her. Her entire body went rigid, lifting off the swing as wave after wave carried her into oblivion. She didn‘t even feel the soft kisses Scott pressed against her throbbing bud until it exploded under his mouth, taking her away on another crest of all-consuming fire.

Holding her close, Scott unzipped his pants, and pulled her—swing and all—onto his fully erect cock.

Natalie slid forward so her back was resting on the seat and lifted her legs, locking her ankles behind his neck. This was so much more than she expected, and she loved every minute of it.

He put one hand on her hip and the other on the swing, pushing her away then pulling her back in.

Oh…my…god, Scott groaned. The movement was so smooth and so perfect. He grinned down at his enraptured wife. ―Kinda gives a new meaning to the word ?swinging,‘ doesn‘t it?

―Oooohhh, was all she could say.

He didn‘t have to move at all. The swing did all the work, allowing him to focus on the pure bliss coursing through his veins. Long, slow, deep strokes over and

over and over again drove Scott completely mindless with pleasure. He couldn‘t tell where she ended and he began. Smiling, he remembered his wedding vows, knowing what it meant to be one flesh with his wife.

But something foreign distracted him. A car horn, or maybe laughter, he wasn‘t sure what. He opened his eyes and saw four people walking through the park just a few yards away. But, he realized, he didn‘t care. Scott looked down at his wife‘s flushed face and dewy skin and lost all interest in everything else.

Natalie leaned back and let the blood rush to her head, floating on a dizzying spiral of passion. A hot breeze caressed her naked bottom, licking between her damp thighs. She tightened her muscles and the swing magnified that slight movement, drawing Scott‘s cock deeper into her. She gasped and tightened again, marveling that the least effort produced such a wonderful result.

Scott growled and pulled her hard against his groin, feeling quite proud when she squealed and grabbed the swing for support. He picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast, grinding into her. The spiral coiled tight, quivering with pent-up tension, aching for release.

But just when Natalie‘s ache was about to be soothed, Scott stopped, holding her fully impaled and motionless. Then, slowly, he drew out of her, agoniz-ing as her flesh surrendered. He sank back in just as slowly, and her body welcomed the deliberate invasion. Pulling all the way out, he rubbed his wet erection over her * before slipping deep inside her hot center.


Natalie squirmed in the swing. His patience was driving her mad. She wanted him hard and deep—

no—she wanted him soft and slow. He gave her everything she wanted and a few things she didn‘t know she needed. The spiral coiled again, tighter than before. Release would be furious, and she didn‘t know how to prepare for it. ―Help me, she moaned.



But Scott was beyond help. He couldn‘t help her or himself even if he wanted to. He buried his erection to the hilt and stayed there, rocking against the spot that would soothe their needs and satisfy their wants.

―Oh, Natalie sighed. ―Oh. Yes. Yes! Oh! The spiral uncurled, slowly at first, then tearing through her with a fury she‘d never experienced before.

―Ahhh! Scott tossed his head and bit down on her ankle, unleashing another dizzying spiral through both their bodies.

The humid Florida night felt cool against their fiery skin. Neither one of them could move, and, as Scott gathered his senses, he could swear he heard applause. Or was it cheering?

―Nice job! Good form!

―Excellent technique. I give it a ten.

―Nine point seven.

―Nine point nine.

Scott and Natalie looked up and saw two couples standing under a streetlight at the edge of the park. It was the same four people Scott saw walking through the park earlier. They‘d seen everything.

Natalie tensed, waiting for her husband‘s reaction.

He moved quickly, covering her naked hips with her skirt and zipping his pants. Then he stepped back and took a bow. ―Thank you. Thank you very much. He grinned at his stunned wife. ―I hope you enjoyed the show. Although, I‘m sure you didn‘t enjoy it as much as I did.

The couples laughed and walked away, still cheering and whistling.

Natalie just stared at him. ―Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?

Scott shrugged. ―We‘re never going to see them again. Why let it bother me? He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, teasing her tongue with his.

―I love you, she whispered, still amazed he wasn‘t running for cover.



―I love you. He nibbled her lips, and she slid her hands down his chest, fumbling with his zipper.

―What do you think you are doing?

―More, she moaned into his mouth.

He gave a short laugh and grabbed her wandering hands. ―No no no no no. Not here.

―Yes. Here. Now.

―Uh-uh. It‘s time to go back to the hotel. He shook his head and pried her fingers away from his groin.

―One erotic outdoor performance a night is enough.

Natalie‘s eyes sparkled. ―Does that mean you‘re willing to perform in public again? Soon?

He choked, cleared his throat, and tried to frown at her, but she was impossible to resist. ―Maybe.

Natalie squealed and clapped her hands.

―But right now, you‘re going to have to settle for an encore in our honeymoon suite.

―If you insist….



A Quickie:

Mattress Inventory

When you work forty hours a week and your husband works twelve-hour days and weekends, you hardly have time to see each other, let alone have time for sex. Last night, I got tired of waiting for his next day off and went to visit him at work. My husband, Jason, works as a sales rep. for a national furniture store chain. Weeknights were usually pretty slow, so I thought maybe I could steal him away for a minute or two—just long enough to rock his world—if you know what I mean.

The assistant manager, Kevin, spotted my cherry red top and skirt as soon as I walked in the door. ―Hi Leslie, he‘s in the warehouse.

―Slow tonight? Not a customer in sight.

―Slow all day, Kevin groaned. ―But your husband is kicking my butt in sales.

―Good. I smiled, feeling quite proud. Last month, Jason was the number two sales rep. in the company.

―What‘s he doing in the warehouse?

―Inventory. Kevin double-checked the numbers on his computer. ―They‘re shorthanded so I volunteered Jason‘s help.

―Nice being the boss, isn‘t it? Kevin was several years younger than Jason but joined the company right out of college. Kevin‘s gift for sales moved him up the promotion ladder in a hurry. ―Can I go look for him?

―Sure. Have fun.

―I intend to.

I wasn‘t sure if Kevin heard that, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn‘t sure he heard it either. I

decided to let him think whatever he wanted and sought out that man of mine.

The warehouse staff was gone; out making delive-ries, I supposed, so I wandered through the aisles of sofas, dining room sets, and armoires until I found Jason counting mattresses. An evil grin twisted my lips. I couldn‘t have found him in a more perfect setting. ―Hi honey.

He looked up from his calculator and smiled. ―Hi sweetie.

I will never grow tired of that smile. I fell in love with it more than ten years ago, and I love it still.

―Working hard or hardly working?

He grunted and punched a few more numbers. ―I hate inventory. Kevin sent everybody else home, so I got stuck with it.

―I‘m sorry. I sat on a plastic-covered king-sized mattress and crossed my legs at the knee, letting my double-slit skirt show more than a little skin. ―Can you take a break? I patted the mattress.

More calculations. ―Kevin wants this done tonight.

Apparently, I was going to have to be more obvious.

―Just a quick little f*ck.

Jason‘s startled blue eyes slid from my ankles to my knees to my thighs and beyond. ―Um….

―I‘ve missed you, sweetie. I uncrossed my legs and let my skirt fall between my parted thighs.

―Who are you and what have you done with my wife? Jason glanced around the empty warehouse.

―I‘m lonely. I hate his hours. ―And I‘m really horny. The sparkle in his eyes told me he was beginning to waver, so I slid my hand up the back of my shirt, unhooked my bra, and pulled it out my sleeve.

The calculator was forgotten. Jason pushed me back on the mattress and fell on top of me, lifting my shirt above my bare breasts. He devoured me with his eyes, and then he devoured me with his lips. I watched his tongue tickle my nipple, giggling as he tried to choose between them. He finally squeezed my

breasts together and flickered his tongue across both my nipples. I wasn‘t giggling anymore. My hips came off the mattress and found his erection, grinding against it. Ahh damn, I really needed his cock.

Abruptly, he pulled my shirt down and stood up.

―Not here. He searched the warehouse again.

―Don‘t be such a wuss! I sat up frustrated and grabbed his belt buckle, pulling him back to me.

―Wait till I get home.

I couldn‘t wait four more hours. ―But I‘ll be asleep on the couch when you get home. And you‘ll be exhausted.

―What if Kevin catches us? Jason feared for his job.

―Kevin can‘t leave the store empty. He‘s the only one there.

Jason chewed his lip, staring at my still erect nipples under my shirt. ―True, he muttered.

I unzipped his pants, stroking him through his boxers.

―We have to make this quick.

―Of course, I lied. I let his pants drop to the cold cement floor and pulled his cock free. Afraid he was going to run away, I wrapped one arm around his waist and touched the tip of his erection with my tongue.

―Leslie!

He actually tried to push me away, but I held him tight, sliding my tongue up and down his hard shaft. I swirled around the tip again then swallowed him. He stopped resisting.

I‘m often surprised how long it took me to discover the joy of giving oral sex. When we were first married, I only did it when he begged. I didn‘t enjoy it, and he knew it, so he didn‘t enjoy it either. But recently, for reasons I‘ll never understand and refuse to question, I started to enjoy having him in my mouth. He could feel the difference, and so could I. Sucking on my husband‘s cock turned me on.




Jason groaned and his fingers clenched in my hair.

I wanted to finish him, but I knew we didn‘t have time for that. Just a little more teasing, then I‘d let him have his way with me.

―Oh Leslie. His sigh made me wet. I wrapped my ankles around his calves and lay back on the mattress.

He looked around yet again, so I grabbed him behind the neck and kissed him, pulling him on top of me. I shoved his boxers to his knees while he fumbled with my skirt. We were a tangle of arms and legs, loose and missing clothes, and somehow in all that frantic mess we ended up joined at the hips—literally.

Lifting up on his hands, Jason looked down at me, grinning like a little kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. ―What made you so frisky today?

―Well, I actually purred as I shifted to savor the feel of his erection inside me. ―Abstinence makes the p-ssy grow hotter.

He rolled his eyes then rolled his hips, grinding into me with a gentle force that made my head spin. ―Are you saying, he leaned down to kiss me, ―that,

another kiss, ―I work too much?

―Yes. I wish— I was about to launch into my ?Life is So Unfair‘ speech when his twisting thrust splintered my brain and shattered every logical thought. My back arched of its own accord, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled him onto his back. The plastic-covered mattress crinkled and snapped beneath us, but we barely noticed.

I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, flinging it away. Shaking my hair down my back, I lifted my arms above my head and thrust my naked breasts forward. He got the hint and covered the perky mounds with his hands.

Jason smiled as he bucked beneath me. ―Giddyup.

I gave him a wicked sneer and rode him hard. He squeezed my nipples and I squealed, feeling the pinch all the way to my *. I slid my hands between my legs and massaged that magic button while he watched.



Warm slow circles spread through my body. Ooh, I ached for this for so long. And it wasn‘t going to take much longer. Slipping two fingers between my folds, I pinched my swollen * between them. Hard, harder…ah…just a little more….

When it hit me, I jumped, and Jason slid his hands to my hips to hold me down. I writhed and twisted on top of him, spinning wildly out of control. Sweat beaded on my skin. The scent of our bodies mixed with the scent of new furniture and crisp plastic, giving me a naughty high. The whirlwind slowly subsided and when I was able to focus, I noticed my husband was about to lose it, too.

Jason clenched his teeth and threw his head back, mouth open, breathing hard. I leaned over him and kissed his neck, feeling him groan when I teased his nipples. Then, right before I felt his hot fluid spill inside me, he bucked hard, almost tossing me over his head. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress, rocking back to meet his thrusts.

Oh, oh, oh, I was almost there! ―One more, I gasped. His final orgasmic grind sent me into oblivion again, spinning, falling, twirling from the chilly warehouse darkness into white-hot heavenly light. My husband caught me in his arms and swallowed my cries with his kiss as I quivered against him.

Releasing my lips, Jason gasped for breath. ―Ok, honey, will you let me finish the inventory now?

I sat up and smiled like a contented cat. ―You‘d better count this mattress as used.

―Well used. Jason grinned, rolling me onto my back. He stood and pulled up his pants while I helped him smooth his shirt and tie. Then I found my clothes.

―Do I look like I just got laid? he asked, adjusting his tie.

―Yes. I couldn‘t help feeling proud.

He shrugged and picked up the calculator. He gave me one more delicious kiss before returning to his work. ―Don‘t fall asleep on the couch tonight.