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Author: Davis
Title: Hide and Seek (Part 3 of 9)
Summary: Tara continues her search for her abducted
husband.
Keywords: MF, wife, reluc

This story was written with the help of my wife playing the
part of Tara.  The guesses to the clues are hers. She has
enjoyed reading about the things that happened to "her."
We hope you do to.

Email any comments to davis3413 @ hotmail.com
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Part 4

"Hello Tara, you continue to do well in our little game.
That is a good thing for your husband's sake."

"Thank you.  Please let me talk to him.  I just want to know
that he's alright."

"Well, I guess you have been a good sport so far.  Wayne,
say hello to your wife."

In the background Tara heard the faint voice of her
husband, "I love babe. I'm ok. I love you."

"There now that is all you get," the cold voice cut Tara off
before she could respond.  He continued, "Now, we did
have one little incident with an unauthorized guess on the
way to this last challenge.  And so punishment, you will
receive no clue or guess at this point.  The directions to
your final stop of the day are on the windshield."

"Yes sir," Tara meekly replied.

"Go to the establishment in the directions.  Once inside find
the manger and he will have a package with your name on.
Follow the instructions contained within it to compete the
task."

"Yes sir."  The line went dead.

Turn by turn, Tara followed the direction until she came to
the Paladium Arena, a night club located just a few miles
from her home.  The upscale club had a welcoming
environment and Tara slipped comfortably inside.  At the
bar she found the manager on duty. As promised he
produced a small package with her name on the outside.

Tara tore off the attached note:

"Take the package into the ladies restroom.  Inside you will
find your directions for the night."

She quietly took the soft brown bundle and scurried into the
peace of the ladies' room.  Tara pulled opened the paper.
On top she found the following note:

"Remove your jeans and throw them into the garbage can
in the restroom.  Put on the skirt contained in this package .
. ." Tara paused at that moment and dug the skirt out of the
box.  It was not much of a skirt.  The pleated mini-skirt was
almost non-existent.  Tara would have never worn
something that small even as a teenager.  But now as a
mature mother of three, it was completely indecent in her
mind.  She continued with the note and her night got worse.

" . . . . Your task for the evening is to find a man.  Any man
in this bar will do.  You are to seduce him, take him back to
your home and make love to him in your bed.  These terms
are not negotiable.  Remember that you are being watched
at all times. A failure to comply or succeed at this task will
terminate the game and bring great harm to your husband."

Tara's heart sunk.  She had remained strong all day long.
Having men photograph her in lingerie, women examine
her body like livestock, and men drooling at her gyrations
and masturbation were all bad enough.  But this crossed a
line that hurt.  It was more than the flirtatious activity that
she could dismiss as provocative, but in the end harmless.
This was adultery. She had never cheated on her husband
and had no desire to.  Tears fell from her flush cheeks.

For many minutes, she sat alone in the restroom stall.  But
try as she might, there was no escape.  The sound of
Wayne's voice kept ringing through her ears.  The task in
front of her was just another one that had to be done.  Her
decision made, Tara locked her tears away and set out on
the prowl.

She pulled her jeans down and off of her frame.  The black,
pleated mini slid up her legs without complaint.  Tara
stopped at the trashcan and deposited her modest jeans.
The image she saw in the mirror was a different woman
than left her house that morning.

That woman wore clothes of modest comfort.  Flat sandals,
jeans on top of full cotton panties, and a functional bra
made up her attire.  The woman in the mirror now stood
atop four-inch heels and showed her smooth legs almost up
to the lowest curve of her ass.  This woman's nipples
pressed hard against the thin fabric of her smooth blouse.
There was little to hide the appearance and scent of her
arousal.  The woman in the mirror was after one thing and
every cock in the room would know it. As Tara shuffled to
smooth and fix her clothing, even she had to admit the
woman she saw was desirable.  Now it was her job to
convince a man of that fact.

The advertisement of her body didn't take long to lure in
several prey.  Men looked her way from the moment she
left the restroom.  Tara took up station on a stool at the bar.
An attractive woman dressed to fuck, alone in a bar,
without a drink in front of her won't last long.  Tara didn't.
A man in his early 30's came her way first.

It was going to be a good night for him.  Tara had already
decided to bed the first man that came her way.  She didn't
want to have to think about the process or consider the
worth of one man over another.  From the word, "hi," the
lucky man was getting himself fucked.

She delayed the process just long enough to give the
appearance of propriety.  Tara found out his name was
Jason.  He worked as a software engineer at the Ford plant
in Doraville.  He was 32 years old and single.  Tara looked
him over and found nothing objectionable.  In fact, he was
rather attractive.  His build was average in size at just under
six feet.  She guessed he came in at around 175-180 pounds
or so.  He was large enough to know he was a man, but no
so large as to be intimidating to be alone with.  Her
decision was made.  For her plans this evening, he was
perfect.

Tara interrupted the small talk abruptly, "Look Jason, you
seem like a great guy and some other night I would love to
get to know you," she had conveniently removed her
wedding rings in the restroom and saw no reason to bring
that small fact up now, "but tonight I'm not looking to get
to know anyone.  I've had a rough day and you know what
I want . . ." Tara's voice trailed off.

Jason was sensing his rejection and dejectedly waited for
the final word to confirm it, "What do you want?"

". . . I just want to get fucked."  Again she paused to let
statement sinking in some, "Can you help me out there or
not.  I'm heading back to my place with some man out of
this bar tonight and I'm going to fuck him like there's no
tomorrow.  All I need to know from you is, are you that
man?"

Jason demeanor changed in a flash, "Hell yeah, I'm your
man.  I'd fuck you anytime you asked babe."

"Good.  Go get your stuff and tell your friends goodnight
and meet me outside."

Three minutes later Tara's Jetta pulled away from the
Arena with Jason's Lexus close behind.

The two lovers met up at the front door to Tara's house.
Jason stood behind her as she fumbled with the lock.  His
hands wandered down from her shoulders and traced down
her back into the pleats of her short skirt.  As the front door
swung open his fingers had just made contact with her
small panties.

Inside the couple joined in their first kiss in the darkened
foyer.  Their tongues fought for dominance and pressed
back and forth from his mouth to hers.  Hands groped and
pulled at the offending clothing that preventing the two
lovers from finding each other's skin.  Jason pulled Tara's
blouse out from the band of her small skirt.  His hands dove
beneath the silky tails and rocketed up to the skin of her
smooth stomach.

Tara playfully pushed her assailant a way just before he
reached her bra.  When the two parted Tara seductively
removed the blouse button by button.  With the blouse on
the floor, Tara's breasts sat perched and exposed onto of
the shelves of her open-front bra.

"God damn it woman, those are incredible."  Jason dove to
claim the offered treats.  Tara deftly sidestepped his
approach and dashed across the foyer to the stairs.  She
bounded up the first two steps before Jason recovered.
Halfway up the staircase Jason caught up to his prey.

Tara fell onto the rising steps.  Her legs splayed out behind
her with Jason's chest resting on her knees.  The small wife
was trapped under his weight.  Jason's enflamed passions
pushed his claiming of her body on.  His face was directly
above Tara's full, firm ass.  Skillful hands flipped up the
back of the light skirt to reveal the tiny panties he had
touched briefly before.  The same hands wasted no time in
pulling those panties down Tara's creamy legs.

He managed to lower them to her knees before the stairs
impeded his progress.  That was far enough.  "mmmm...I
love your ass, baby..."  His mouth parted slightly and his
head dove into the deep channel between the rounded
cheeks beneath him.  His wet tongue slid down the length
of the canyon.  Jason slid his body lower to reach the
treasure at the base of her ass.

When he moved the change in pressure allowed Tara to
escape.  She kicked her panties off in his face and darted up
into the bedroom. Jason came crashing in behind her and
dove onto the bed and landed astride the exposed wife.

Tara's hands struck next as they found the belt positioned
just above her stomach.  Jason wanted his pants off as
badly as Tara wanted to get them off.  He jumped off the
bed and finished the job Tara had started.  As he disrobed,
Tara finished her clothing with a quick flip of the bra and
opening of the skirt.

Jason slid back into the bed and took up station between
her thighs.  "I believe I was about here," his tongue lightly
licked the inside of Tara left thigh, "before you ran away
from me just a second ago."

"I'm not running now," Tara cooed and spread her legs for
his attention.  Jason licked all around the sensitive flesh of
her slit.  His fingers lightly stroked the length of her
opening.  A few long, slow trips along her lips brought the
desired moisture to the surface.  Jason hurriedly flattened
his tongue to cover the width of her cunt.  A strong, smooth
lick soaked up the lubricant and caused even more to flow
to take its place.  His finger returned and applied slightly
more pressure against her flesh.  Now aided by her own
arousal, the muscular digit slipped quietly into her folds.  A
small moan escaped her mouth at this new sensation.
Jason's finger pressed on deeper and deeper into her body.
When his palm rested flush against her opening, his mouth
joined it. His tongue pushed into the upper portion of her
pussy and zeroed in on the pulsing button nestled in so
snuggly.  The nimble tongue darted back and forth across
the hardened bulb of flesh and his fingers began slowly
fucking Tara's vagina.  The combination of his touches and
the culmination of a day of sexual stimulation had Tara
responding instantly.

"Oh good, Jason.... I'm gonna cum.... oh god.....oh
god.....uuunnnn..." Tara voice squealed in delight as the
waves of her orgasm came crashing over her body.  "Oh
Jason.....fuck me ..... fuck me now......"

The aroused man needed no more encouragement.  His
body slid up Tara's frame.  He paused for a moment to
claim the glorious mounds of her breasts.  Satisfied with
their taste his ascent continued until the head of his cock
found the precious opening between her legs.  Jason gazed
intently into the unfocused eyes of his new lover.  He
soaked in her arousal before pressing into her for the first
time.

His thick cock stretched the walls of Tara's vagina on his
first journey into her sex.  "Oh sweetie, you've got such a
great pussy.  Damn, I could fuck you forever."  Jason took
up a steady rhythm.  The couple locked in the erotic dance
as the sound of each impact kept the time of their music.
The bed creaked and slapped loudly against the wall.

"Oh god....that feels so good.....oh yes fuck me...fuck
me....oh god Jason, I want to you feel you cum.....fill me
up inside....oh god yes!!!!"

Tara's encouragement pushed Jason over the edge.  His
tempo quickened with each stroke and punished the smaller
woman under his weight with each thrust.   On the last trip
in Jason collided against her pelvis and pressed his penis
into the cheating bride with his full weight.  Tara squealed
as streams of his hot seed splashed against the walls deep
inside her vagina.  Gush after gush coated her entire cavity
in his cum.  The sensation of his orgasm pushed Tara over
the edge for the second time.  The lovers smothered each
other in a tight embrace as the force of their climaxes swept
over them.

"Oh baby that was the best.  I am so glad I bought you a
drink tonight."

"It was special, Jason.  You're an incredible lover," came
Tara's reply.

Jason drifted off to sleep with his cock still encased in
Tara's body.

Tara didn't sleep at all for several hours.  She vacillated
from fear to despair to guilt to arousal.  This day had been a
horrible day and an exhilarating date at the same time.
Tomorrow would only take those two opposites to further
extremes.
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