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Furious Bear
Mindy Kay
Furious Bear – Mindy Kay – Copyright – May 14
th
2015
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“Alright, how about this?” He pressed me against the wall, pressing the hard bulge in his pants against me, and then kissed me, invading my mouth with his tongue. He leaned away after a moment and said …
WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of hot, steamy sex. Reader discretion is advised.
Dedicated to Jack.
The sun was high and bright and hot in the sky, and seemed to have chased even the memory of a cloud out of the sky. I stood on my front porch and waited, hoping to see some sign of my lover making his way down the road. His name was Jack, and mine is Katie. I always forget to introduce myself.
I live on a long suburban street made up of almost identical houses, stretching from a nearby elementary school until it opens out to the main roads of the city after several twists and turns through the neighbourhood. My own house was located on a little off shoot cul de sac. If you were to look at the entire neighbourhood from above, it would look like the stem of a flower, and my own little area would look like one of the stray, curling leaves. They'd even bothered to give each of these strange little off shoots its own name. However, I'm too embarrassed by it to even say it out loud.
I'm like that with a lot of aspects of my life here. I know I shouldn't be complaining, my husband worked long and hard in order to afford he and I the life we were living, and I had assumed the role of a housewife in order to maintain the place in his absence.
But it still felt like there was so much missing from my life. Namely, a certain degree of passion. As much as I loved my husband - or as much as I said that I loved my husband - there must have been a reason that we'd never had kids. Maybe we waited too long, or maybe we just got tired of the concept, but if I described my current life to an outsider, some kind of overhead observer, they would almost certainly say that a child was what was missing.
With the idyllic suburban street, and the perfect little house, little lawn, husband at work, wife at home. All of this made even more idyllic on a day like today with the sun shining down on it all. They would say that obviously what we really needed to tie this all together and make it matter was a pair of children running around making our lives complete.
But I knew this was bullshit.
I knew that this version of an idyllic life was outdated as hell, traced back to a time when women became housewives and had children because they weren't allowed to do fuck all else. And the idea that we would just spit out a kid and it would smile and be perfect was even worse. It would cry, and shit, and stink, and drive both of us crazy. I'd grow to resent him for not being here all day to look after the kid with me, and he'd resent me for being too exhausted and distracted by the kid to suck his dick at night. It would make everything worse; I knew it in my heart.
No, what I really needed, right now, and every day that I could arrange it from now on, was the cock of this man I'd met just a little while ago. This man named Jack.
We met at the grocery store one day.
I was out doing some shopping, getting a few things together for this big barbeque that my husband wanted to put on for some of his co-workers. However, he didn't have the time to go and get the meat himself, so I had to do it. I didn't mind that much, but it was sort of irritating, especially since I knew that he would inevitably criticize the purchases I'd made, tell me that I'd somehow gotten the wrong thing despite his instructions.
Not that he would be violent about it or anything, he wasn't that kind of man, but it would be an annoying, passive aggressive conversation that I knew was destined to happen, and the only way it could be avoided was if he did his shopping himself, and yet he'd asked me to do it anyway. And if I tried to tell him any of this, he'd ask "wasn't I supposed to trust you?" and I'd say that's not what I meant - although in retrospect, he really shouldn't have been trusting me after that day, but I didn't know that yet.
So needless to say, I was in a bit of an irritable mood when I pushed my cart around the corner into a new aisle and found some guy standing directly in my way, staring down at a box in his hands.
"Oh, I sorry," I said, even though the guy hadn't even noticed me yet. We were in a medical area of the store, where I would go to find tampons and aspirin and things like that. It was also one of the aisles in the store that led directly into one of the cash register's stalls, which was actually a design flaw of the building which not many people knew about.
With this guy standing in my way, I could clearly see the register I wanted to get to just over his shoulder; it would be a straight shot, if only this guy could move.
"Excuse me," I said.
He turned to look at me, and I was struck right away by his looks. He was tall, and clearly strong, as you could tell through his white T-shirt, which seemed to be holding his biceps in by sheer force of will. But the thing that surprised me was how good looking he was in terms of his facial structure; he seemed like the kind of guy who was supposed to go off and become a movie star somewhere.
"Hello," he said, as if starting up a conversation, clearly not realizing that I wanted him out of the way, or not caring.
"Could you please move?"
"Sure," he said, stepping aside. I started pushing my cart past him, but it became more difficult when I realized that he was planning to walk beside me as I made my way to the register, "do you come here often?"
"Yes," I said, "do you?"
"Not really. But when I do, I'm usually happy with what I manage to find."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I'm pretty pleased with myself for finding you."
I laughed a little and looked away from him. He put a hand on my cart to make it stop, and I was shocked by the strength within him. I stopped dead. Looking up at him, I realized that he wasn't messing with me.
"I'm serious," he said, "what are you doing later?"
"I'm having dinner with my husband."
"I see," he said, "so you're not interested?"
"I'm very interested, but it doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because ... do I really have to explain all the reasons why?"
"You sound like a lyric from a song."
"Look, I appreciate the flattery, but I have to go."
"I would fuck you every day between now and Christmas," he said, "and probably long after that. How often does he fuck you?"
I looked around the aisle to make sure that we were alone, and then said, "Why are you doing this to me. You could have any girl you want."
"That's right," he said, "I'm rich, I'm handsome, and I can probably get whoever I want to ride my cock. And right now that person is you."
I didn't know what to say, but he gave me his card and told me to call him whenever I changed my mind. After he left, I looked at the card in my car and just sat in the parking lot staring at it for a good long while. I couldn't believe it, it seemed like a joke.
Rich, handsome, extremely erotic, almost crudely so.
And also, a fucking doctor.
Finally, I saw him walking down the street toward my house. He was right on time. I stood outside to greet him, but this wasn’t the first time we’d met during the day while my husband was at work. This wasn’t our first rodeo together, our first ride.
I was struck again by how beautiful he was. With the sun shining down on him and the green lawns on either side as he made his way toward the house, he looked like he’d just walked off a beautifully synthetic movie set from the 50s.
He had parked down the street and walked into my strange little corner of the neighbourhood to meet me, not wanting to be seen walking to and from his car after a break of a few hours in which we’d been fucking.
He didn’t really care that much if he ruined my marriage, but I was still clinging to the idea that I needed it, for some reason.
He walked up to the porch to greet me and then we went inside.
“You know, it’s probably more suspicious to wait outside for me like that,” he said, “you should really be waiting in the bed for me to arrive.”
“How would you get in?”
“You know how I like to get in,” he said.
I laughed, “You know what I meant.”
“Just leave the door unlocked.”
“Ugh, I hate doing that,” I said, before turning to lock the door as if to make my point.
“Eh, doesn’t matter,” he said, “I’m sure I could figure out a way in.”
“There’s an alarm system in place.”
“Eh, I’m sure I could figure out how to shut off the alarm system.”
“Okay, now it’s getting sort of creepy.”
“Alright, how about this?” He pressed me against the wall, pressing the hard bulge in his pants against me, and then kissed me, invading my mouth with his tongue. He leaned away after a moment and said, “Get upstairs and get naked. I want to set off your alarm system.”
He grasped my thighs and plunged forward, licking, sucking, before taking his tongue out to massage my clitoris with it. I closed my eyes and felt the pulsing of the house match the pulsing in my crotch, as waves of pleasure crept toward me. Each wave grew bigger, and bigger, and finally I found myself stifling a scream as Cole worked his magic tongue.
“Stop,” I said, sitting up suddenly. He did as he was told, and I leaned toward him. I was hungry now, hungrier than I’d ever been. And I wanted to eat him. I pulled down his shorts and gripped his cock tightly in my hands. I kissed the tip for a moment, before sliding him further into my mouth, coating him in my saliva as I did. I pulled him back again to the edge of my lips, and then went down again, massaging his cock with the inside of my mouth. It wasn’t until he was already pulsing and writhing with pleasure that I licked at his cock with my tongue.
Just as I could feel him approaching his climax, he pulled my head back so that I was left staring at his glistening, firmly erect dick. It bobbed in the air with each heartbeat.
Before I knew it, I was on the bed again. He put me down on my back and then rolled me over onto my stomach. He pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees, and then slowly, gently, pushed his cock into my pussy. I looked forward at the head of the bed, finding myself in one of the many positions I’d always seen but never tried. He thrust himself inside and then back out again so quickly it seemed as if he might never tire. I reached between my legs play with my clitoris and found his hand already reaching to do so himself. I put both my hands back down on the bed, pressing into the blanket with each thrust of his hips. My ass smacked against his stomach, but the sound was drowned as the music got louder, and the waves got bigger. He was entering me on one side and playing with me from another. I could feel the pulse of his cock as it slid in and out of my dripping pussy. I opened my mouth to scream as he reached with his other hand and grabbed onto my breast, squeezing one of my nipples and furiously rubbing his wet hand against my clitoris.
Finally, his cock exploded inside me, and my own waves broke, leaving me spinning, adrift in a sea of pleasure. His cum filled me and then drained out around his cock. He reared back once more, thrusting his deflating dick inside one last time, before wearily sliding out and rolling onto the bed beside me.
I collapsed onto my stomach and reached down to fondle my clitoris, getting the last of the orgasm before the nerves settled down again. Panting, sweating, and pulsing with ecstasy, we lay on the bed together.
When I caught my breath, I asked, “How many more times do you think you can do all that before my husband comes home?”
“As many as I can,” he said, “and if you’re still disappointed, I’ll be back again tomorrow.”
I awoke several hours later, and at first the gentle moonlight coming in through the window was soothing to me.
Until I realized that my husband must have come home.
I sat up in bed suddenly and was shocked to see my lover sitting naked at the foot of the bed, staring down from where he sat. He was covered is a dark fluid, but in this little light, I couldn’t tell what it was. It stained the sheets around him.
“What’s going on? What time is it?”
He didn’t respond.
“Did my husband come home? Where is he?”
My lover didn’t look up to respond.
“We won’t have to worry about him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I took care of him,” he said, finally lifting his head so that I could look into his eyes. In this near darkness, his eyes caught was little light there was and reflected it back out at me. He appeared like a demonic bear sitting at the foot of my bed as he said;
“I put him to sleep. Now we can be together forever.”
And then the bear came at me.
