Chapter Three: Out in the Open:

Have you ever had sex in public? I have. How did that happen? Gather around, I’m going to tell you another little story. I hadn’t “recovered” from meeting up with that blackmailer. No, I wasn’t hurt at all. I was just… taken by surprise. It was a good surprise. My husband didn’t ask about where I was going or what I was doing. He was already asleep in bed by the time I got home. I breathed in a sigh of relief once I got into the house. I quietly made it up the stairs and slipped into the bathroom. After a quick shower and went to bed. I closed my eyes believing that the “worst” of it passed.

I shouldn’t have been so naïve.

For the next three days, nothing happened. I went about my usual day. My husband didn’t ask me about last night the next morning. We didn’t speak at all.

“Did you sleep well last night?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” he said. He took a sip of his coffee. I looked down at my plate. I didn’t feel hungry as I replayed the events from last night.

“Something wrong?” my husband asked. I lifted my head.

“Huh?” I asked. He stared at me as he held up his mug.

“Oh. Nothing, nothing. I’ve had so much on my mind,” I said. I waited for him to press me for more details. He shrugged and took another drink of coffee. I didn’t move. That was it? Part of me wanted to be offended, but another part of me was relieved. Did even he suspect a thing? I didn’t want to test my luck. I took another bite of my toast.

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I got another message this afternoon through the mail slot. I was sitting on the couch reading when I caught something landing on the floor. It’s kind of hard to miss when you see a folded-up piece of pink paper.

“What is that?” I asked. Curious, I stood up and walked over to the door. I tilted my head and looked at the folded-up paper. It had my name on it. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over me. I picked up the paper and unfolded it. What I read made my stomach do little flips inside.

Meet me at Liberty Park. Midnight.

I started having flashbacks from last night. Was this the same guy? There were no photos this time. I shook my head as I stared at the paper. I couldn’t really be considering going, could I? My phone buzzed in my pocket. Almost unconsciously, I reached inside. I had one new text. From the same number from last night.

“Did you get my note?”

That question made the decision for me.

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The park looked so different at night. There were no people around. None that I could see at least. I managed to sneak out while my husband was asleep. I tried to leave as quietly as I could. Unlike how I got into this mess in the first place, I was careful not be seen. I took the quickest way to the park. For extra measure, I parked in a hidden parking lot. Now, here I was.

There was no one in sight. I placed my hand on my chest. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this. I didn’t even know who called me out here. Was he watching me right now?

I pulled out my phone and typed a response.

“I’m here.”

I pressed send and waited. Would it be bad to hope that I never get a reply? Maybe he won’t show up and it will be a test. I looked around again. Still no one in sight. Perhaps I could leave? Not like anyone would notice, right?

The phone buzzed in my hand. My stomach turned when I read the message.

“Take off your clothes. Do it now.”

What? I had to reread the text several times. I looked around the empty park. Another text came in.

“Do it!”

I unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off. I unzipped my jeans and rolled them down. I stepped out and took off my socks. I typed a reply.

“Is this enough?” I typed. I got an instant reply.

“Take off your underwear too.”

I hesitated before I unhooked my bra. I slid it off and took off my panties. My phone buzzed in my hand again.

“Lay down on the ground and spread your legs.”

I had no choice but to comply. It felt so weird to be lying out in the park naked and exposed like that. I’m not going to lie, a hint of excitement started unfolding in my stomach. Who was doing this? Why were we doing this? Was it too late to turn back now?

I froze when I heard footsteps walking toward me. My heart jumped up into my throat. Who was that coming? If the cops found me out here like this, I would get arrested for indecent exposure. But what would the police be doing out here this late? Almost no crime happened in this town. We lived in a very safe neighborhood. Wait… Was it…?

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped over my head. I looked up to see a shadowy figure standing over me. I couldn’t make out any features despite my eyes having time to adjust to the darkness. The man didn’t say a word as he unzipped his pants.

There’s always that fear of getting caught. I felt it tenfold tonight. However, this man wouldn’t let me focus on that. I wasn’t sure if this was the same guy from last night. It could be or it could be another man. Without looking at his man, I had no way to tell. Just like the other night, I wasn’t allowed to see his face. This man turned my head to the side. I couldn’t help but wonder why I couldn’t see who he was. That thought was pushed out of my mind when he started pounding into me harder.

That was when I realized that sex in public could be so hot. I also didn’t know it at the time, but the stakes were about to get higher. When I would be able to see that reminded out of my mental reach. At the time, the man drowned me in a sea of pleasure in that park. I thought someone would be watching us, but his thrusts push that out of my head.

In the end, I just gave up and let him ride me until the sprinklers came on.