Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2008 09:43:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught 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.