Justine Elyot - Sex and the Stranger

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Title Page SEX AND THE STRANGER A Collection of Casual Fun A Mischief Collection of Erotica

Picnic Itch Valerie Grey

Moondance Rose de Fer

The Only Man Worthy Aishling Morgan

Something Between Them Ashley Hind

Shelf Pleasure Justine Elyot

Deep End Terri Pray

Hot and Bothered Kat Black

Supply and Demand Elizabeth Coldwell

Here There Be Dragons Chrissie Bentley

I Have You Charlotte Stein

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About Mischief

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About the Publisher

I married my husband, Steven, ten years ago, when I was just nineteen. He developed bad drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain. It wasn’t going out with the boys twice a week that bothered me – it was when it became four times. I tried to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a health club so we could work out together, but he gave up after a couple of weeks on the treadmill and consoled himself with as much booze as he could find.

I’m no nympho who wants sex five or ten times a day but when it became only once a week with my husband Steve, then maybe once a month, I began to get restless. I started noticing other men and wondered what they would be like in bed. I still loved my husband and never acted on my impulses.

I was tempted.

And then there was my husband’s company picnic. It was an annual event that the employees’ families were invited to, which meant at least four hundred people would be attending, gobbling food and slurping beer and plastic cup cocktails. It was at a park that had a sizeable lake, leaving plenty of space for everyone to mingle without feeling fenced in.

I was feeling particularly horny that day and dressed in a pair of shorts that were a size too small and a skimpy halter-top. Underneath I wore an even smaller bikini in the hopes that Steve might get turned on and I’d get a little action before the picnic.

Steve didn’t even seem to notice as we hopped in the car and drove off.

The day was sunny and a touch on the hot side and as soon as we arrived we started mingling with the others. Steve introduced me to a couple of guys I hadn’t met before. Oscar had recently been assigned to work under my husband, and Hank was the supervisor for most of the trainees. Both of them were about our age and in good shape. I hit it off with them instantly, and soon we were chatting away like old friends. I learned they were married, but their wives hadn’t come. Steve excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving me alone with the two guys.

I’m a born flirt and, left to my own devices, I fell into my old pattern with these handsome men. They responded in kind and soon we were having a good time trading sexual innuendos.

Steve returned and insisted on tracking down some of his closer friends. Reluctantly, I said farewell to the guys and followed my husband. The flirting had made me even hornier, so I asked Steve if we could go back to the car for a quickie. He laughed at the idea and told me to relax and enjoy the picnic.

I tried; he failed.

It didn’t take long to locate his friends and drinking buddies he hung out with after work. I had met them several times and found them obnoxious. I didn’t have much in common with their wives either. I was reduced to standing around and forced to make polite conversation while the guys laughed it up and slugged down beers like they were back in the college frat house.

The president of the company gave his obligatory inspirational speech that lasted a long thirty minutes and told everyone to have fun. It didn’t take long for my husband and his buddies to entrench themselves near the open bar and see who could drink the most vodka tonics in the shortest amount of time. I couldn’t take any more of this and asked Steve if it would be all right if I walked around for a bit. He gave a short ‘sure’ with a dismissive shrug that made me want to scratch his flesh bloody, and returned to getting drunk and laughing too loudly with the boys.

It didn’t take long for Oscar to notice I was alone. He could tell I wasn’t having a good time and asked me what was wrong. When I told him about my husband and how I felt I was being totally ignored, he sympathised and invited me to join a volleyball game that was about to start. That sounded like fun. I agreed and followed him to where they were setting up the net. Hank was there, as were three younger guys who were introduced as Ron, Todd, and Jack, all interns Hank was in charge of. The opposing team was a group of computer programmers.

‘So we stand a chance, especially with you on our side,’ Oscar said.

I was the only woman there and I quickly found myself the focus of a healthy amount of attention. The interns treaded carefully and didn’t flirt as much. Jack was a bit raunchy. I guess they didn’t want to risk saying something wrong and angering the wife of a superior. Hank and Oscar more than made up for it by showering me with very flattering compliments.

I hadn’t been treated this well in years.

Our opponents arrived and the game began. I’m a very competitive woman and it wasn’t long before I worked up a sweat. With a touch of flourish, I shed my halter-top and showed off my skimpy bikini. That little move made me the centre of attention of all the guys. The interns became a lot more talkative, and Oscar and Hank were flirting constantly. It puffed up my ego to know I could still catch the eye of so many men.

It was a hard-fought game. We emerged victorious and I loved winning.

We were all a sweaty mess. Hank asked if I had worn the matching bottoms to the bikini and, when I said I had, he suggested we take a dip in the lake to cool ourselves off. I told him I had to let Steve know, but that I’d probably be around in a few minutes.

I returned to my husband and it was obvious he was well on his way to getting smashed drunk and showed no signs of stopping. I told him how the game went, but all he did was grunt ‘That’s nice,’ and took another drink. When I told him I wanted to go swimming, he just waved his hand. The casual dismissal really got me steamed. He could have at least acted as if he wanted me around.

I spotted Hank and Oscar. They were already in the lake, out far enough that the water was almost up to their necks. They waved me over. I shed my shorts and ran into the water and waded up to them. They said they were glad I came by and complimented me on my bikini. Their behaviour, which was the exact opposite of my husband’s, cheered me up and made me feel appreciated. I reciprocated by complimenting them on their own trunks, which showed off their athletic bodies. They returned the favour by praising my own figure.

There were few people in the water and none of them were nearby, giving us some measure of privacy. Out of earshot of anyone else, the talk became suggestive and there was a lot of sexual tension between us. Oscar positioned himself beside me as I talked with Hank. I discovered why he’d moved when I felt his hand on my bottom.

I’ve had guys make passes at me before and I’d always politely rejected them, but the instant I felt Oscar make contact I knew this time was different. I had never been this aroused or with two men this handsome. Rather than removing the hand, I allowed it to remain there. Taking my lack of protest as encouragement, Oscar began rubbing my bottom. In response, I moved back into his grasp. After a minute or so of groping he slipped his hand under my bikini and really started fondling me. I stopped talking and closed my eyes. It must have been the silence or the looks on our faces that made Hank pick up on what was happening underwater. He joined in, grabbing my breasts below the surface of the water. He played roughly with them, tweaking my nipples through the material of the top, then moved close enough to reach behind me and loosened the tie around my back. The top remained tied around my neck and the rest floated upwards, allowing him unrestricted access to my flesh. Oscar, not wanting to be shown up, slipped a hand down my front and began fingering my pussy.