After my shower I’d slipped on a long, light blue summer dress decorated with large white flowers. It was going to be a hot day and I didn’t plan on going anywhere, so I didn’t bother with underwear. The feel of the warm air blowing under my dress was amazing. But instead of being calmed, I felt even more like laying on the bed and finishing what I’d started in the shower.

When the doorbell rang, I thought it was the delivery guy. I opened the door without looking and stepped back in surprise when I saw Jerry grinning at me.

“Is that how you treat your lover?” he asked. I backed up startled, my hand over my heart.

Jerry turned in a complete circle, checking to see if anyone was watching. “What will your neighbors say. ‘A strange man is standing in front of Pamela’s open door. I wonder who he is?’” Jerry mused.

“Please, come inside,” I begged him. I couldn’t afford a neighbor blabbing to my husband.

“Tell me what I can do to you, first,” he said.

“Please, just come inside,” I was in danger of becoming hysterical.

“Tell me first, and make it loud enough for me to hear,” he insisted.

“You can do anything you want,” I said.

“Louder, and who can I do anything to?”

“You can do anything you want to me, just please come inside,” I almost shouted. Jerry stepped through the door.

“Pretty dress - take it off,” he said.

Why did his arrogance turn me on? Telling the entire neighborhood he could do anything he wanted to me had been exciting. Being ordered to get naked caused me to ache for him.

This time, we were in my sunlit kitchen. Our kitchen, mine and Todd’s, but I was naked in front of another man. I felt like I should hide myself but I didn’t do it. I wanted to be displayed for him. I could feel erotic spasms coming from the center of my body.

“There’s something dripping down your thigh,” Jerry said. Without thinking I bent to look, my large breasts almost hitting me in the face. He was right, a honey like liquid was running down my leg.

“Beg me to use you,” he said. I wanted to refuse; how dare he ask me to beg him to treat me like a common whore would?

“Please use me, Jerry,” I was a common whore.

He handled me like a doll, his large hands pushed on my shoulders and I fell to my knees. “First, use your mouth on me Pamela. Get me ready for you.”

My hands trembled as I fumbled with his belt. The lump in his pants was large, and when I pulled his boxers down, he sprang up, almost striking me. I pulled back in surprise.