"Something happened recently that I want to tell you about," she began. "I've never been much of an exhibitionist; at least, not up until recently," Brianna sounded nervous as she continued on with her story.

"A couple of nights ago, my boyfriend and I had both just gotten home from work, and we were watching TV when we heard what sounded like someone outside our front door. I thought maybe it was my neighbor, Ella, but it was late, and she's old and was probably in bed already."

Brianna spoke to her therapist with her head down as she picked at the dry flakes on her fingernails.

"Was there someone there?" Dr. Jonas asked, and waited patiently for her to answer.

Seeing that she was in need of coaxing, he asked her again. "Brianna? Is this something you are finding hard to discuss? I'm listening if you want to continue." he said, wanting to hear her tell the rest of her story.

"Well, we didn't think so at first, I mean, we were tired, and it could have been any number of things," she stopped again; but continued. "Then we heard it again. I mean, who the hell hangs around at someone's front door at two o'clock in the morning? But, Nick opened the door." She seemed a little frustrated by this and threw her hands up a little.

Dr. Jonas could see that her anxiety was increasing, and whatever had happened was causing her stress. "It's okay, take your time," he told her. "Why did he feel the need to open the door? Why not just call the police?"

"Because that's Nick; he couldn't just let it go. I told him it could not be anything good if they were coming to our door at two AM. But, he did, and it was our other neighbor; who, by the way, is a really good looking guy and is a lot bigger that Nick, in a muscular sort of way," she hesitated at this point of the story. "He was drunk and wanted to come in and watch us have sex," she explained flatly.

Quietly, she sat and waited for Dr. Jonas to judge her or ask her what happened, but he did neither. So, after an uncomfortable silence, she said. "Nick was pissed, and said 'no,' but the guy would not leave." As she reached this part of the story, a small secret smile appeared on her face, it was almost unnoticeable, except that it was...

"Did you want it to happen, Brianna?" he asked her. "Why do you think he felt so free to ask such a question?"

"Well, I may have left the window open a few times, so he might have seen us before." She seemed titillated by this idea and smiled to herself.

Then her face got flushed, and she seemed to get angry. "Nick didn't even ASK ME!" she exclaimed. Her cheeks were red and he could see her nipples begin to create little-tented peaks under her tank top. Flustered, she looked down and remained quiet.

"So, you did want to invite him in and have sex in front of your neighbor?" Dr. Jonas was intrigued, and slightly turned on, but worked to maintain his professionalism. "Weren't you afraid that he would want to hurt you?"

This made sense to Brianna, and honestly, it had not even occurred to her. She sat quietly and thought about it while her Doctor waited. She thought about the neighbor's thick neck, broad shoulders, and his muscular arms.

"Yeah, I guess," she said, thoughtfully. "Yes, you know what? I did want to let him watch us. Our sex life is so boring, Dr. Jonas. Nick just fucks me and once he's done, he's done. You know what I mean? He never makes sure that I'm taken care of."

She'd had a breakthrough. "I think I needed more from him than to just, watch us. I wanted him to fuck me." She sat there for a minute and smiled widely.

"Okay, well," Dr. Jonas told her. "It sounds like you aren't satisfied with your sex life, and I suggest you talk to Nick about it." Her time was up, and he got up and opened the door, letting her know that was all for today.

"Thank you, Doctor." Brianna smiled at him and was feeling much better. She knew what she needed to do, and was eager to do it.

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Nick Barton was a tall, skinny guy with some acne, very little facial hair and curly dark blonde locks that you really couldn't see because he always wore a baseball cap. At 32, he was content with his job at the airport and loved to work on his car in the garage. He and Brianna had been together for eight years, and he hadn't seen any need to marry her.

They had a home and didn't want kids, so as far as he was concerned, life was good.

"Hey doll, how'd your appointment go? You still crazy?" he asked with a smile. He had grease on his arms up to his elbows, and his shirt looked like a rag.

"Not funny, Nick," she said as she shut the door of her car, leaving it parked on the driveway. He had the garage full of his shit so parking it in there was out of the question.

"I was just kidding, shit, babe." He threw his hands up to exaggerate his confusion, doing a complete 360 as she walked by.

"Whatever, crazy bitch," he said to himself, and went back to working on his old Chevy, a little put off by her attitude.

She had plans for her evening that didn't include Nick and was going to get ready to go and have some fun for once. Her bathroom was her sanctuary and she did not allow him to use it. It was where she reminded herself that she was still a pretty hot chick, and a beautiful woman. She had almost everything she needed to feel like a woman here, in her bathroom. Her bathtub with the spa jets, loofah, bubble bath, makeup, lady Schick, and her mani-pedi kit.

Too bad she didn't have a man in here, she laughed to herself. Brianna shed her tank top that made her look like she didn't care about her appearance, and the cargo shorts that she'd worn two days in a row, and threw them into the trash. She had a firm body, and size 34 D breasts, with a flat stomach and a diamond belly button ring. She removed the Schick razor from its case and used it to shave her pubes into a nice landing strip, short, to show off the perfect lips of her vagina.

Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself and was beginning to realize that she was worth more than Nick was giving her. She could do better. She hopped into the tub and sat down in the warm sudsy water, washing her hair and using the loofah on her soft, but firm brown skin.

Finally, she relaxed back into the tub, and closed her eyes, slowly moving her fingers down between the lips of her labia, and began to gently rub her clit.

Fantasizing about her neighbor watching her, Brianna began to finger herself and thought of his stiff cock getting harder and his desire for her growing with it. She could feel herself getting wet as the blood rushed through her cervix, and she wanted to come so badly.

She imagined that he was peeking through the bathroom window, while the motion of her fingers rubbing her clit stimulated her as she indulged in the pleasure of it. She could feel the intensity of her orgasm coming on, and thrust her fingers deeper inside of her, pressing her g-spot as she imagined him slipping his hard, erect cock inside her.

Doing her best to remain as quiet as possible, she screwed her face up and let out a series of small squeaky noises. She was coming and it felt as though she was having an out of body experience, as she tried to let the feeling linger. It had been too long, and she didn't want it to end. Her vulva became swollen and tightened around her fingers hard, as she pushed them in. Her senses heightened and her skin became more sensitive. It was as if she'd popped thru to the ethereal plane.

Satisfying her lust, she held her breath, wanting to scream, but could only moan quietly, and enjoyed the best orgasm she'd had in over a year.

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Brianna wore a short skirt and a tight white silk t-shirt that was too thin, with no bra, making her firm breasts visible underneath it. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and hoop earrings and white boots made her look like a go-go dancer from the sixties.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Nick asked in a surprised and somewhat demanding tone. The look of confusion on his face was priceless to Brianna, and she smiled at him.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up; I may not even come home tonight." She could feel her thong panties tickling her clit and loved the way that the string rode up between her cheeks.

She grabbed her small bag and walked past him, out the door, letting the screen door slam behind her.

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Toddy's was an old bar that had been around for decades in her small town. "Perfect place to begin my new life," she thought to herself. She'd never had the nerve to go in, and this was her first step to living her life for herself, and not for anyone else. She walked in, and sat at the bar, crossing her legs, and waited to order a drink.

"What'll it be, miss?" asked the bartender. He looked exactly like a young Keith Richards and even had a sexy English accent.

"Well, if you're not busy..." she laughed, and smiled at him. She looked like a goddess sitting there, and he was taken back a little.

"Yes, but unfortunately, I am dear. Would you like a drink?" he asked. He seemed to like her, and she liked him immediately.

"A gin and tonic please." she said as she watched every move he made as he put her drink together. She watched the muscles in his arms flex with each movement, and his butt when he turned away from her. She admired his hair, his mouth, his eyes, and his large hands.

"Do you want to run a tab, miss?" he asked

"Bree," she said. "It's Bree. No, I'll pay cash." and threw a twenty on the bar. He stood staring at her for what should have been an uncomfortable amount of time, but she loved every second of it. "Do you like anything you see?" she asked him.

"Oh, sorry, I'ya...yes, actually," he laughed. "Nice blouse," he smiled and winked at her.

Bree took a sip of her drink and removed an ice cube from the glass. Studying his reaction, she began to apply it to the nipple of her left breast, making it erect and hard. Her wet shirt was translucent as she stared him dead in the eyes.

Seeing that he was frozen in place, she reached over and took his right hand, leading him around the bar close to her.

Still holding his hand, she guided it up her shirt and rested it on her left breast. His hand was warm and he took no time at all to begin to squeeze and caress her while his other hand rested gently on her small waist. He bent down to kiss her, but she turned away. "Not yet," she said.

She reached down and put her hand inside her panties and began to finger herself. He looked around the bar a bit nervously but there was no one else there, so he lifted her shirt up and began to fondle her beautiful round tits, and kiss her neck. He was getting very excited himself and wanted to pick her up and set her right down on his enormous prick.

She threw her head back and buried her fingers deeper inside of her cunt, stroking her clit by sliding them in and out. As she became more and more lubricated, her excitement grew and she pulled her fingers slightly out of her wet hole, trying not to climax just yet. She wanted it to last just a bit more as he waited, and making sure that she had his full attention.

He wanted her so bad, and she could feel his bulge pulsating as he pressed up against her.

"Just watch," she told him, taking control of the situation. She pushed him back a few inches so that he could see everything she was doing. Panting and gasping for air, she was ready and reached orgasm by pushing her hand up inside of herself.

"Oh god, I like you watching me. I'm gonna suck your dick when I'm done!" she said with certainty in her voice. "Show me your dick," she demanded as she thrust her fingers up inside her excited and swollen cunt. She knew that once she saw his cock it would send her right over the edge and she would have an orgasm.

He unzipped his jeans and reaching in he pulled out his already stiff and erect organ. She gasped at the sight of it, and began to cum, pushing her fingers up inside of herself hard. She didn't care who was watching, she was enjoying the moment. She hoped someone was watching.

As her orgasm came to an end, she removed her fingers from her swollen wet cunt and reached for his cock. Grabbing it, she and could feel his vein throbbing as his juices dripped onto her hand. His hips jolted with excitement as she got onto her knees.

"Oh god, oh yeah, baby, suck it!" he said as he put his hands on the back of her head. She licked it like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream, and put her mouth around the entire girth of his large appendage, swallowing it over and over again, taking in his length all the way to his excited balls, which she was massaged while she sucked and stimulated him with her tongue.

She could feel him become engorged and he began to press her head into his crotch as she swallowed his cum. She didn't even know his name, and she didn't care. She rubbed the base of his penis with her index finger right above his balls, while rubbing and squeezing them. She let him pump his dick in and out of her mouth with as much force as she could take and began to finger herself as she sucked him off.

Slowly, his body shuddered and she held his penis close to her mouth, feeling it pulse and tasting his spunk as he spent his load down her throat and in her mouth. Once he finished, he removed his penis from her mouth and she carefully licked it clean, enjoying the taste of his cum while he smiled at her catching his breath.

With his cum dripping from her chin, she wiped it off and licked her fingers. She held his wet member and put it back into his pants and zipped him up.

Standing up in front of him, she gave him a small kiss and bit his bottom lip very slightly.

"Woo hoo, nice blowjob!" a group of young men were sitting in the corner of the bar, cheering, whistling and clapping. Neither of them had heard them come in and honestly did not care how much they'd seen.

Brianna smiled and blew them a kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed it too, boys," she said playfully.

The bartender who looked like Keith Richards stood in front of her and looked awkwardly at her. "My name's Joe," he said, with a small grin. "It's very nice to have made your acquaintance." He took her hand and gave it a kiss.

"Yes, it was, Joe. Thank you." Bree was sincere and felt a freedom she'd never felt in her entire life. She was about to turn thirty, but this proved to her that life was just about to begin for her.

Straightening her skirt, she fixed her hair and applied new lipstick. Except for cum from Joe's ejaculation on her shirt, she looked flawless. Joe gave her his number, and she gave him hers. "I want you to use that," she said.

She would hear from him. She was sure of it. Bree left and was not going home to Nick. They were through. She was excited to start this new phase of her life now, and left the bar, smiling, knowing that from now on she was in charge of her own life.