#NSFW This story contains some graphic sexual scenes. Adults only.
I was 23 at the time.
A friend had organized a beach house rental one weekend with several other friends, down at Ocean City, Maryland in 2002. When I say it was 'down', you will infer that to imply I was coming from 'up', somewhere North of Maryland. And while that is indeed the case, I will tell you that where I'm from, if you're headed to a beach, no matter what direction, you're always going 'down the shore'.
Toward the latter part of the night, me and my friend Tom ended up at a club called Seacrets. If you've ever been to Ocean City you might know of it. I'm not sure whether it's still around, but my impression was that it was something of a staple for the tourist nightlife scene at that time.
Seacrets was a pretty open venue with an outdoor stage and I recall a rock-reggae band reminiscent of 311 playing that night. Before I knew it the bartenders were sounding 'Last Call!', and this is where the better part of the story begins to unfold.
Party people were being herded out of the club and into the parking lot like cattle it seemed, and it was somewhere in this shuffle of revelry that I struck up a conversation with two very cute young college girls.
Over the course of the few minutes it took for us to make our way from one side of the club through the throng of drunks, out the gates and into the parking lot, it was established that I was coming with them. To where, I didn't quite know and didn't quite care. Wherever it might be was a lot closer to the promised land in my eyes than anywhere else I would have been going (such as back to the beach house).
Then, as we walked through the parking lot, the girls suddenly skipped a few steps ahead of me and with each one putting an arm around the other they put their heads together and began trading in whispers.
Moments later they turned back toward me and loudly declared, "Sorry, girls only!" and scampered away, leaving any hopes I had of hooking up dashed on the dirt-gravel parking lot.
Not to fear though, because it takes more than that to dampen the spirits of the trusty hero of this story, yours truly. Especially with a good beer buzz going, and the cool ocean breeze lightening my every step.
Still, at this point I had separated from my friends. This was before cell phones mind you, or at least it was for me, seeing as I was a late adopter. So I exited the parking lot and hit the drag. Ocean City is quite a long island, where the blocks are sequentially numbered. I only knew it was 40 or so blocks back to the beach house, and I figured I would enjoy the walk.
Party people were abound, as every bar, pub, and nightclub were letting out for the evening, their drunken patrons spilling out into the night air. Everyone on vacation. Everything felt good.
I proceeded walking and did not get more than 5 or 6 blocks when out of the blue I became the target of a projectile thrown from a car as it raced by. This caught me completely off guard. I don't recall what the object was, whether it was a half-empty beer bottle or a ham sandwich, but in that moment I was immediately incensed. No sooner had the projectile whizzed by my head than I puffed up and began shouting down the car as it sped by, hurling back expletives at the top of my lungs and waving a middle finger profusely at my anonymous drive-by attackers.
Well, this got their attention and perhaps it was just what they had been looking for. The car came to a screeching halt, and I could hear someone yelling at the driver to back it up. The car backed up to the curb at the corner of the block I was approaching, and four guys jumped out, heading straight for me.
Of the four, there was clearly one who had more invested in doing the instigating, as he was leading the pack and doing all of the talking, or should I say threatening. He of course believed that I was the one with the problem. He proceeded to shout at me to, "Walk the other way!" while pointing back down in the direction from which I had come. "Walk the other way!" he kept shouting at me. But I just stood there holding my ground.
I will admit this was not a situation I was comfortable in, at all, and I had no illusions about being a macho man that could take on four guys, let alone one. Still it just wasn't in my DNA to acquiesce to what in that moment seemed like an insane demand. Once he finally realized that I wasn't going to obey his command like a dog and that I was still standing there, blankly staring back at him with no indication that I was in any hurry to get going, he grew more angry, looked me dead in the eye and said flatly,
"I'm gonna break your nose".
Well, I had in fact already had my nose broken in an auto accident some 5 or so years earlier, so unbeknownst to this young punk, if he had to call out any single body part of mine to target for termination, he picked the right one, as I had no desire to ever have my nose broken again. I was worried, true, but as yet still unprepared to tuck tail and 'walk the other way'.
Just then, one of his amigos said the word, 'cop', and as I looked in his direction following his gaze across the street, sure enough there was now a cop car idling perpendicular to us just on the other side of the drag, appearing as though he were silently assessing our situation from inside the patrol car, no doubt waiting for someone to make the first move so he could swoop in and bust us for some kind of drunken disorderly.
The angry ringleader then turned to me again and assured me it was my lucky day, and with that they hopped back in their car and took off.
But, as with all good adventure stories, just when you think you've reached the climax and the ride is over, there's often another plot twist waiting to take you by surprise, so bear with me as we shift gears yet again for the finale.
Recollecting myself, I picked up again and began walking in the direction I had been going, thank you very much. As my adrenaline began to subside several blocks down I resolved not to let this little run-in spoil my mood. I was still, after all, sporting a solid buzz and within a stones throw of the ocean, in a land of veritable milk and honey. Why should I let myself be bothered by some young ruffians and throw good vibes after bad?
I traveled on, happy as clams casino.
Pretty soon though, a beige minivan pulled up along side me. The passenger window was down and I could see that it was occupied by a youngish, I would say 30-something Indian couple. The man who was driving leaned in toward me with one arm on the steering wheel and called out, "Excuse me, would you like a ride?"
"No thanks", said I, as I smiled cordially. "I'm alright."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, I'm sure. Thanks though."
And so without missing a step, I continued walking, leaving the minivan behind.
Perhaps no more than a street block or so later, this same beige minivan pulled up alongside me again, this time rolling along as I walked. Again, the voice from inside the van inquired whether I needed a ride. Again, I assured them, I was quite alright, and finding it quite odd, nonetheless smiled them off again, and continued on my way.
I hadn't gotten very far this time, when as I was just about to cross over the sidewalk part of the driveway of a local bank, the minivan pulled into the driveway right in front of me, cutting me off at the pass. The young Indian couple looked at me again, and asked "Are you sure you don't need a ride?"
I paused to consider.
"Come'on, we'd really like to give you a ride." they kept encouraging.
Now, at this point, you have to understand this was all happening pretty quickly, but nevertheless, as I stood there momentarily pondering my future fate and any number of possible outcomes, there were two, and only two real possibilities that I was sure of. Either these people intended to lure me into their van to try to rob me;
or, perhaps something of a very different nature … (and here I shall let your mind fill in the blank).
In that split second, as I glimpsed the near-certain probability of either one of these two scenarios playing out, and weighed the likelihood of each against the other, I thought to myself, with what I felt was a twinkle in my mind's eye,
'Okay, let's see where this is goes'.
And so, opening the sliding back door of the van, I climbed in.
We drove down the strip, the Indian couple and I. I learned that they were married. The man who was driving, was of a diminutive stature, with a mustache and glasses, wearing jeans and button down shirt. His wife, in the passenger seat, was an attractive woman in a flowery sundress with flowing black hair. They were both very pleasant. As we drove along we made small talk and I felt more and more assured that at the very least they were not going to rob me. But I began to suspect nothing else. It truly seemed that this was just a nice old-fashioned couple who had it in their hearts to save a stranger from a long walk home.
As we approached my destination, I indicated that the block was coming up. We turned right at the corner, and as we drove up the ocean block, I could discern that the house was just up on the left, which I proceeded to point out to the husband. "This is it right here on the left" I said.
He did not seem to slow down.
"Okay, you can just let me off here is good", I said, wondering if he'd not heard me the first time. Driving slowly, he passed the house, until finally pulling off into a parking spot several houses down on the opposite side of the street, he turned the car off and there was a moment of quiet.
No harm, no foul, I thought. I'll just get out here, I thought. I began to thank them for the ride, and reaching over in between the two front bucket seats in a gesture to shake the husband's hand, as I did so he reached his hand back toward me, but instead of grasping my palm to reciprocate the handshake, he instead grabbed my wrist, and pulling my arm forward into the front of the car, he directed it toward his wife who was quietly sitting there, and placed the palm of my hand directly onto her left breast.
"Do you like that?" he asked, slowly taking his hand away.
I sat there, with my hand cupping his wife's breast, she smiling faintly at me. I responded, "yes, I do like that."
"Do you like this?" I asked in return, looking back at the wife. I wanted to be sure that she was in on it herself, and not just along for something that she had no pleasure or desire to take part in.
"Yes, mm-hmm" she replied, this time her smile growing. She then put a hand on my hand and helped me to begin massaging her breasts through her dress.
They were not knockers, by any means, but certainly a handful, and fun to play with. There were not many words exchanged, only looks, as I sat there caressing her breasts for several minutes. I could feel myself getting aroused. She slowly began to slide the top of her sundress down until her breasts were bare, and I was now touching skin on skin.
I was getting harder now, and almost sensing this, or perhaps just moving the interaction forward, the wife reached back and put her hand on my cock that was now bulging inside of my bluejeans, and began massaging me in return. She unzipped my fly, reached through my boxer shorts, pulled it out, and began stroking it. It was hot.
This went on for several more minutes, the husband quietly observing with a smile. He seemed to be enjoying the show. At last the wife spoke up again, "May I get in the back with you?", as she motioned with her head.
I acknowledged and slid back in the seat to make space. She got into the back and as she did so I turned to lay out flat along the length of the bench seat. I slid my pants down around my knees. She lifted her little sundress up above her hips showing her beautiful thighs and pussy, while standing over me in a straddling position.
As she began to lower herself down on me, and just moments from penetration, out of the very corner of my eye, I spied another hand coming from the front of the van, reaching for my erect penis.
"Whoah, whoah, whoah" I protested, abruptly batting the hand away as it was just nearing my shaft. "What's going on!?"
Turning my head to the left, I suddenly remembered the husband, whose presence I had almost forgotten about. As his eyes caught mine, there was a calm but expectant look on his face, and I'll never forget the words he spoke next.
"I want to put you inside of her."
Now I'm going to pause the story here momentarily to let you wonder over this decision point. What would you have done?
Well, I can only attest to what I did in that moment, which felt like the only thing I could have done.
I declined.
Unfortunately for me, this was a show stopper for the Indian couple, and the wife presently raised up and let down her dress again, making her way back to the front of the vehicle.
My feeling at the time was, if the husband wants this now, what might he want next? I did not care to hazard a guess as to what sort of slippery slope I would be heading down. That, and I'd never had another man's hands on my junk before. I felt it the more prudent course of action to abstain from crossing that Rubicon and having to carry around the knowledge of it for the rest of my life – the mental image of another man's hands wrapped around my cock. I'm not homophobic mind you. In truth, it was a split-second hammer decision that came from the gut:
Nope. Sorry brother. Not gonna do it.
The couple was courteous enough about it though, and I thanked them again for the ride as I prepared to exit the vehicle. In parting, the husband mentioned that should I happen to change my mind, tomorrow evening they would be out at Seacrets, and that I should not hesitate to come and find them there.
Alas, I never did see them again, and that was the end of my Ocean City adventure.
-Secret Writer
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Excellent!! Thank you!!
This was definitely verged on insane! What did you think would happen at the end??
Maybe a nice bottle of chianti?
The series is Hannibal, the actor is Mads Mikkelsen.
what movie is this from? The actor looks like my ex, the artist! Almost exactly like him, thanks.....
I seem to have heard this story before :/
When I saw the cover photo and Ocean city together, I thought this post might have been about some strange sexual animal encounter. I'm glad it was not, but what a wild experience.
I guess I'd have to wonder about why the husband would get joy from seeing someone else with his wife. Is there a psychological imbalance that might cause this? Or just a natural fetish or something traumatic that made him feel this way?
I'm sure in the heat of the moment you probably had no thought of protection and thinking with your member and not your brain could have given you one or more diseases or had child support implications.
If that couple was willing to do this so quickly, I can't imagine this was a first time thing. It's frightening to think what else may have been demanded of you had your protest drawn a harsher reaction from the man.
I feel like the whole experience would be an interesting psychological study on both you and the couples individual roles.
Secret-writer never disappoints thanks to you and @stellabelle for sharing
Another fascinating post. So it seems like this couple were swingers or something along those lines?
I find it odd that the husband was almost "pimping" his wife out like this. He is obviously a voyeur and maybe his wife is more of shy kind of person.
It is still a very unusual situation.
I can empathise with the author.
I don't think it is homophobic to be "turned off" if the man gets involved. It is a natural response for someone who is very heterosexual.
I suspect the actual aim was to have a threesome of sorts.
If you don't want that then it is your absolute right to refuse and leave.
exactly. And in a way, the writer was actually sexually manipulated in a way that he didn't want. For these reasons, this kind of thing almost feels like it was verging on sexual abuse, since nothing was discussed, and the writer's hand was grabbed.....
Yes. I think both in terms of the husband putting the hand on the wife's breast and the treatment of the writer it seems a bit "off". Imagine if the writer was a woman - I think it would make it more obvious that it was verging on abuse or minor assault.
I almost have an epileptic attack every time I view your posts... less gifs please.
Stellabelle........ you certainty have a way of putting words together. WOW.
Well, the secret writer provided the story, I just edited it and added the images.
That was pretty crazy! Those Bollywood GIFs really freaked me out. :D
which ones? The most terrorizing part is when the man grabbed the guy's hand and put it on his wife's breast. What kind of pervert is the husband? Is he a gay man, closeted or something? If he is a gay man, why doesn't he just go out on his own and have affairs with men? What sort of man wants to see his own wife with another man? He must be a sicko, yes?
Woah some people have weird taste of sexual satisfaction .
Good story many boner hehe
Great story.
My initial feeling is that (if the above story happened to me) 32 year old me would be like (if I was single):
But 23 year old me would have been like:
I saw your reply to me on the previous secret-writer @stellabelle and the opposite doesn't hold true for men. The last story had me extremely interested in the sexual details, while this had me interested in where the story would turn next. I wasn't aroused by the end, more interested in what would happen, and I was not disappointed.
Nonetheless, thoroughly enjoyed reading, and as an east coaster can confirm, shit goes down in Ocean City.
wait, so you mean reading a story written from the man's perspective would not interest you in the least? Why not? Actually, I am not sure in my earlier assessment. I like to read stories from everyone's perspective. The story written by a man who had sex with two women in one day, did you read that one? That one was pretty good, very surprising. I don't care who writes the story, as long as it's good, full of twists and turns.
It would interest me in the story telling kind of way: that's awesome bro, let's bro hug it out and tell bro stories all day!
But the level of detail of each feeling, sensation, and desire the woman in your previous secret-writer felt would be....less desirable to read than a women's inner thoughts, feelings, and sensations.
I haven't read that one, only been around these parts a couple weeks and not sure when I discovered your work, but the man who had sex with 2 girls in one day sounds interesting (I'm not proud to say I've done that too). I'll read through some of your past entries now.
I am not sure why I like these stories.....I have always wanted to be inside someone else's mind, for as long as I can remember. I suppose this is the closest I will ever come to achieving that goal. And despite being kind of a control freak in my own life now that I'm a sober adult, coming clean after a number of years being an addict, I enjoy reading about people's real life stories. It's quite fascinating what people have experienced and I honestly have no judgments against anyone, as long as there was no violent abuse involved.......that's where I draw the line, though.Here is that one I talked about where the guy had sex with two different women in one day: https://steemit.com/secret-writer/@stellabelle/secret-writer-the-day-i-made-love-to-two-different-women
Replying to your last reply here because I suspect max depth will be reached if I reply there.
I feel you on getting inside someone else's head. And your backstory sounds interesting, have you written about it? Would like to read
Oh, boy, have I ever! I wrote a book called Un-Crap Your Life at the end of 2015 that details the horrors! And the triumphs! Mostly, I just looked at my entire life as a string of problems, and solutions. It took me over 7 years to figure out how to be self-employed and living out my dreams, with no bosses....I had to get over a bunch of rage, too. Here's the link to my Amazon book:
https://www.amazon.com/Crap-Your-Life-Navigating-Situations-ebook/dp/B017PBLZPA
But here's an absurd video I made while I was a salesperson at a car dealership that details how I felt about being bossed around by others:
I found this story very... Anticlimactic.
Thanks for the post.
Hey stella, I noticed you are very active on this site. Could you spare some time to help me out? I am new but awesome!
I have no information on which to base a possible yes or no.
I am new to this site and tried my absolute best to make a top quality content like your content. But I feel I have done something wrong in my attempt.. Could you take a look at my post and just tell me if I am on the right track here on steemit or if I am way off in what content I thought should be on this platform? Thanks hun. And if you do not have time I do understand and will try to learn elsewhere.
Just keep experimenting a lot. See what works and do your best job. That's my advice. Also, think of this place like a village and give good comments to others.
Ok thank you. I will do that. :)
This was incredibly well written. You kept the pace exactly right with the proper pauses. Well done!