50 comments/ 92509 views/ 10 favorites Fighting For Sara By: guitarman100 I laughed to myself as I walked down the hall to attend a meeting at work. When I was in my cubicle a few minutes before, John and Walter had stopped by and were telling me about another guy we knew. His name was David and he was so in love with one of our clerks that he couldn't even begin to see any of her faults and thought she was perfect. We all had agreed that this was one time when the old cliche "love is blind" certainly applied. The reason I was laughing to myself was that a thought had come into my head about my relationship with my wife Sara. Love is blind would never apply to us I thought. I felt we each had learned the other's faults and defects and had worked our way around them. My name was Sam Johnson and we almost never had an argument and loved each other very much. We had met at a party through mutual friends. At the time we had both graduated from college and had been in the working world for a couple of years. She was a school teacher that taught fifth grade while I was a mid-manager in a company that owned some natural gas pipelines and a part interest in an oil refinery. We had dated for six months, fallen in love and decided we were ready and had gotten married. That was three years ago and I was now 27 and Sara would be the same in a couple of months. We both had built up good credit reports while we were in college and our combined salaries had let us qualify to buy a very nice three bedroom, two bath, house in a new housing development that was just outside the city limits. Although it felt like we were in the country and our house was on an acre and a half lot, we both had reasonable commutes to work. Mine was twenty to twenty five minutes depending on traffic and Sara's was a little less, maybe fifteen to eighteen minutes. Sara had the added benefit of getting off much earlier than I did since the school let out at three fifteen and the teacher's got to leave at four. I was lucky to leave by five thirty and it almost always was six. So I would get home about six thirty and Sara would already have been home for over two hours. She would have picked up the house, cleaned the bathrooms and kitchen and have supper waiting either on top of the stove, in the oven, or occasionally in the crock pot. Sara was an excellent cook who had been trained by her mother and then gone on to learn from cook books and come up with some of her own recipes. Life was good I tell you! I appreciated what I had and knew it was special. In my own way I tried to make it special for her also. I kept the yard in immaculate condition and planted flowers that she picked out in long beds alongside the front of the house. The inside of her car was vacuumed and wiped down at least twice a week and washed every other weekend. I never learned to cook very much but at least twice a week I would bring home a pizza or take her out to eat. With the help of one of our neighbors I did learn how to grill burgers, chicken and an occasional steak. I won't say that they were first rate but as long as I kept the burgers medium, the chicken well and the steaks medium rare, they were at least edible. There were two things we did together. They were doing laundry and paying bills. Believe it or not I really enjoyed it when we did those things together. It gave me a sense of belonging to a unit and made me feel closer to her. Sara had to keep reminding me not to wash white with colors and delicate with jeans but aside from that we worked like a well oiled machine. We emptied the dirty clothes hamper, separated the various fabrics, and washed three loads twice a week. I would pull the clothes out of the drier and fold towels and sheets while she put stuff on hangars and folded the rest of the clothes. When we paid bills, we both sat at the kitchen table and laid them all out and added them up. Before marriage we had agreed to have separate bank accounts. So we would look at the totals and then allocate who paid which bills from their account. Of course it never came out exactly even but I didn't think it should since I made more money. Sara also bought groceries and household goods during the month so those were considered also. It usually ended up that I paid the mortgage, car payments and utilities bills and Sara paid the telephone and cable tv. We each had our own credit cards and paid those off on our own unless there had been a major purchase for both of us. This ended up with me paying about 65% of the bills and Sara paying the rest. That seemed fair to both of us and we almost never argued about money which a lot of young couples seemed to do. I never knew what the balance in her account was and she didn't know about mine. But now we come to the one place that I wasn't satisfied with. How often we had sex and what type we had. I admit a lot of it was my fault. My sexual experience before marriage had not been the greatest. Oh, I wasn't a virgin but not too far from it. High school I was mostly dateless and in college I dated six girls and slept with three of them. The sexual relationships never seemed to last more than a couple of months so I hadn't had a lot of chances to practice. All I knew was it usually felt pretty good to me. My favorite sexual experiences from college were not the girls I had gone all the way with and fucked. There was one girl I dated off and on for almost a year named Jeanine who would not go all the way. We weren't exclusive with each other but almost always had at least one date a week. After the third one, she drew me behind some bushes at the side of her dorm. She pulled down my zipper, pulled out my cock and proceeded to give me my first and I still feel my finest blow job. Every date after that one ended the same way. Needless to say I was in heaven over that. I would have gone out with her every night of the week if she had let me. However, as you might suspect, she was very much in demand and she liked going out with a bunch of different guys. After a year though she told me she was engaged and couldn't go out with me anymore. Funny thing about that was I saw her with at least three different guys after that. That was the first time that I knew a girl had lied to me. It was also the first time I started to feel a little insecure in a manly way. So, although I tried to please Sara in the bedroom, I didn't know if I was getting the job done or not. She never had complained and never turned me down. But all we did was missionary sex. No blowjobs, no other positions and she never initiated the sex. We never talked about it either. That had included any talk about our past sex experiences also. Sara hadn't been a virgin, or at least there hadn't been a hymen, but she never told me who had done the deed or anything else about her previous boyfriends. It wasn't as though either of us would ever be in the top 100 sexiest people or anything like that. But we were both better looking than most. Sara was a little doll. She was very petite, standing five feet even and under a hundred pounds. Her hair was very thick and a beautiful auburn color. I loved the way it framed her cute little face. Great dark eyes, succulent lips, and a little pixie nose all added to her looks. Perfectly proportioned legs, a wonderful little bubble butt, flat stomach, narrow hips and tits, that though small, were just right for her size. But above all what did it for me was her personality which sparkled and pulsed like a bright rainbow. She made me feel good just to be around her. I wasn't too bad myself but I definitely wasn't in the same league as Sara. For one thing I was short myself only coming up to about five foot eight. From bitter experience I knew that most girls liked men who were big and tall even if they themselves were short. Although I had broad shoulders my body was a little on the skinny side. Again I had figured out that women liked men who had at least some muscle. It probably went back to the caveman days when women needed someone big and strong to protect them. On the plus side I had been told that I had great hair, dark sexy eyes (although one girl said they looked evil), long eyelashes, and a small, cute nose and lips. My personality was all over the place as I could be quite moody. Sometimes I was withdrawn and shy, other times outgoing and friendly. When I wanted to I could definitely turn on the charm though. I guess that's how I got Sara. She could always break me out of my moodiness and make me want to charm her. I was in love with her heart and soul and when I thought about it there was anxiety as to what I would do if she ever stopped loving me. So far that was a needless worry as everything was great. That was until Sara's school got a new assistant principal. His name was Jim Jackson and he was a few years older than Sara and myself. I had seen him at a couple of school functions but we hadn't been introduced. He had been a great athlete in high school and college but had a serious knee injury in his Junior year. His conditioning hadn't been hurt any as he stood six three and was sculpted like a Greek statue. Of course he also had to have blond hair and blue eyes and look like a Viking. Ordinarily none of that would have interested me or bothered me but I noticed that Sara began to talk about him quite a bit. It seems that they had really hit it off and she raved about how nice he was and how easy he was to work with. He had apparently started eating lunch every day at her table. Just a coincidence I was sure. I really started to worry when, three months into the school year, Sara said that Jim and she were starting to work together on a project. They were evaluating some new teaching methods for the school board and were working with experimental books and other teaching materials. She informed me that they might have to work late sometimes and even put in time over a weekend or two. This I did not like but there was nothing I could do or say that wouldn't make me look like a jealous idiot. Keep your enemies close they say so I came up with the first part of a plan to keep an eye on this guy. I found out what gym he worked out at and got myself a membership also. It took me a couple of weeks and I found out what his schedule was. He worked out Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for an hour before he went to work and sometimes Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Sara was quite surprised when I told her what I had done and that I would be getting up early and leaving for the gym before she woke up. However, as she always did, she gave me her full support and said she hoped I enjoyed myself. Well enjoyment wasn't exactly what I felt those first couple of weeks. My body wasn't used to several things. One was getting up at five in the morning. Two was all the pushing, pulling, grunting, straining and sweating that I was doing. Third was the aches and pain that all that activity caused. However I soon got used to it and settled into my task of spying on the enemy. Damn this guy was everything that I wasn't. I couldn't believe how well chiseled his body was. He had not an ounce of fat on him and his muscles stood out very prominently. He had that six pack look on his abs, strong rock hard arms and shoulders, tapered, graceful looking legs, a flowing back . . . well okay . . . he had it all! I soon found out that all meant ALL when I saw him in the showers. His dick was huge! At least eight inches long when it was soft and god knows how long when hard. The shaft was much thicker than normal and it sat above a pair of gigantic balls. This guy was hung, a stallion, packing the meat . . . ah shit, I have run out of words to describe it. If there was a Hall of Fame for dicks, this guy would be in it. I was in deep, deep shit and it was past time to put phase two in action. Phase two was an attempt to learn more about sex so that I could make sure Sara was enjoying herself and wouldn't be out looking for new experiences. So it was off to the largest bookstore in town to see what was available. I was somewhat surprised to find out that they had a whole section on sex and personal relationships. Wow, maybe I wasn't the only one who was deficient in their knowledge. Or maybe, I thought, as I looked over the titles, there were a bunch of perverts out there who liked reading about this kind of stuff. This might take more reading and research than I had originally thought. After about an hour there were three books that looked promising. One was a large book called the Kama Sutra. It was an illustrated book that showed drawings of hundreds of different sexual positions. It amazed me to think that two human beings could actually bend themselves in some of the ways I saw. The second book was called "What You Need To Know About Your Woman". For some reason it was written by a man and that gave me pause for a moment. But when I started to read some of it I thought most of it made sense to me. It discussed not only physical sex but how women feel about it. Some sample chapters were "Getting Her In The Mood", "Okay Now That You Are Down There What Do You Do?", and a very strange title "Is The Back Door Open?". The descriptions of various sex acts and how to perform them would be very valuable I thought. The third book I chose was one that documented various women's sexual fantasies. It was titled "Stories From My Garden" which I thought was a little weird. Still it was bound to be helpful to know what a large group of women were dreaming about sex. I would have to try and find out if Sara had any of the same fantasies that these other women did. I took several days off from work without telling Sara and came home after my workout at the gym. My knowledge about sex must have tripled in those three days. My research was intensive and I thought I was ready to put phase three into action. First would be the mood and setting and then I would try out some of my newly won knowledge. The first chance I got was also the worst day of my life. My wife announced that she would be working late with Jim and probably would just bring an extra sandwich and work through supper. She told me not to expect her before eight o'clock. My worst fear had come to pass and Sara would be alone with him. But I would also have time to put my plan into action before she came home. I took off early from work and went shopping for what I would need. When Sara walked in the door that night she found the lights dimmed and scented candles burning. There was a note on the door which directed her to the kitchen. There she found an open bottle of wine with a new crystal goblet next to six red roses in a beautiful new vase. Another note was attached to the bottle which instructed her to drink a glass of wine right away. It then said to bring the bottle of wine with her and go to the bedroom and she would receive the finest massage she had ever had. A trail of rose petals led her from the kitchen to the bedroom and I was waiting for her dressed only in some red silk boxers I had purchased for this moment. There were also dimmed lights and scented candels burning in the bedroom along with some soft love songs playing in the background. I met her as she walked in and gave her a hug and gentle kiss. Then I had her sit on the bed while I lovingly undressed her. After she was nude I poured her another goblet of wine and walked her into the bathroom where I had a nice hot bath awaiting her. I had anointed it with some lilac scented bath oil and some expensive bath soap. When she stepped in and relaxed I began to wash her with a soft cotton cloth. I knew she was enjoying it as she made little noises of appreciation as I helped her get rid of some of the tension of the work day. Leaving her to soak a bit, I hurried downstairs to the laundry room and took several fluffy cotton towels out of the dryer where I was warming them up. Arriving back in the bedroom, I left one on the bedside table and brought the other one into the bathroom and gently dried off Sara after helping her from the tub. While I was doing that Sara finally spoke. Prior to that she had not said one word since she walked in the bedroom. "Honey, not that I'm not appreciating this but is this a special occasion I have forgotten about?" "No sweetheart, it is just a loving husband showing his love for his woman. I knew you would be tense and worn out after such a long day of work and wanted to help you relax." "Well it is working Sam. I would never have guessed that you knew about stuff like this. No offense honey but you are much more a practical guy than a romantic one." "Ah but there is a lot you will learn to know about me Sara my sweet. Number one you are my life and my love and I will do anything to keep you happy and loving me. Number two this is just the start of my trying to please you and I hope it will bring us even closer together than I think we already are. Now come lay down on the bed and prepare to receive your massage." When she was settled face down on the bed, I poured a little of the aromatic massage oil in my hands and began to gently knead her shoulder muscles and neck area. Her muscles were very tight and they didn't loosen up for five or six minutes. At that point I slipped off my silk shorts and hopped on the bed with her. I straddled her back as I continued to massage further down her back. The instructions I had received from my book seemed to be working. Press gently with the thumbs and then a little harder as the muscles loosen. Then smooth them out with long strokes from the back of my hands. I kept inching back as the massage progressed and soon I was at her gorgeous butt. A lot of time was spent manipulating those two gorgeous globes and then I pulled them apart and let my tongue glide down between them with a light teasing lick. The reaction of Sara gave me a start as she grunted and arched off the bed pressing upwards against my tongue. Was that an orgasm? Just from that little bit of oral play? I couldn't wait till the real oral commenced. The idea of giving her multiple orgasms was something that I found pleased me. But I still had her legs to massage and those muscles were very tight also. Soon enough though I was rolling her over and giving her a gentle kiss. She was enthusiastic in her response and the kiss lasted a long time. When we broke from that I gave her small kisses on her eyes, behind her ears, and on her neck. At the same time I was gently massaging the underside of her tits with my thumbs. Then I went back for another long kiss on her lips while pushing down from her tits with my hands and exerting pressure on her ribs and sides. I slid my hands down to her abdomen and just slid my fingertips gently across her stomach. Back and forth my fingertips went, caressing very slowly and occasionally moving down to the top of her mound. Sara was practically panting by the time I moved down and started my massage again with the top of her thighs. When they had loosened up it was down to the knees, calves and feet. Now she was practically purring. Moving her legs apart I moved up between them and gave a long sensual lick between her outer pussy lips. This resulted in a long drawn out moan from Sara. Hot damn!, it was working just like the book said. I licked, I probed for her most sensitive spots. My lips closed on her pussy lip and I pulled gently outwards. I varied the pressure and the places I was concentrating on. One time I even drew back and just blew gently on her clit. That seemed to be a winner too as I got another big moan from Sara. Now it was time to probe deeper and I let my tongue slide into her opening. Again I took my time and tried to find what pleased her the most. Then it was a finger entering her pussy and slowly easing up into her to it's fullest limit. There was supposed to be a G spot somewhere on the upper part so I curled my finger and tried to find it all the while continuing with my tongue action. Fighting For Sara Eureka I must have found it because Sara came with an intensity I had never seen. She cried out and arched off the bed with her stomach muscles clenching at the same time as her pussy. "Oooh Sam, Sam, I love you! Oooh shit! Damn!" It seemed to go on and on for quite a long while. I know she loved every minute of it but so did I. Giving her sensual, sexual pleasure had been a goal of mine and I had accomplished it but in doing so I discovered I genuinely enjoyed making her happy this way. "Sam, Sam I don't know why or how but just let me say right now that was the most incredible experience of my life and I will never forget it. You've always been my number one man but now you are number one with a bullet because I think you just killed me." "It's okay sweetie. I know we haven't had the greatest sex life up to now and I want that to change. We have never really talked about our sex lives either present or in the past. In my case I just didn't have very much experience and needed to educate myself so I could bring you more pleasure." "And what was the name of this other woman that educated you?, Sara said. But she gave me a smile that lit up the room when she said this so I knew she was only kidding. "Sara, there is now and never will be any other woman for me but you. I feel like I won the lottery and discovered the perfect woman for me all rolled into one. I don't ever want to let you down in anyway. I always want you to want to be my wife, my woman, the love of my life." "Well Sam if I am going to be the perfect wife I better do something about that thing you have sticking up in the air. So come here babe and I will see if I can't help you out with that." She then proceeded to move on down and suck my cock straight down her throat on the first try. Damn! Did that feel good! But not as good as it felt when she started to move her mouth up and down my shaft while at the same time running her tongue around and around. Then she moved up for a while and stopped the up and down movement while teasing and tickling the head. There was a really sensitive spot on the underside right beneath the head and she would hit it just enough to really get me going. So I was ready when she sucked it all down and started the up and down movement again. I felt my excitement growing and could feel a sensation start down below my balls that slowly worked it's way upwards. When it got to the top I erupted and started spurting forth my seed in volume. My head blew off to the top of the ceiling and I hoped I could find it later. There were jolts of electricity pulsing through my body like I was a light bulb going on and off. All in all the most incredible thing I had felt up to that time. And the whole time, Sara was looking up at me with a loving smile and swallowing every drop. Lying on the bed nearly unconscious I felt Sara get up and leave. A minute later she came back from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth and proceeded to wipe off my face and then my cock. As I watched with one barely open eye, she went back to the bathroom and wiped herself and then came back to bed. She wrapped herself around me cuddling while giving me little kisses. "Sam my man", she said over and over. What a great feeling that gave me. Then the kisses started southward and ended when they found my limp cock. A couple of minutes later it wasn't limp anymore and I moved between her legs and entered her. We started off with a nice slow rhythm and gradually got more excited and speeded up. Because of the blow-job I think I was lasting a lot longer than usual and had time to try different angles and speeds. I would slow down and then speed up again. Pull it almost all the way out,pause, and then slam it back in again. Most of this was coming from my new found book education but some of it was just instinct and was made up in the moment. Since we were in the missionary position and I could reach her tits, I bent down and sucked a bright pink nipple into my mouth and sucked and tongued it. When I switched to the second one I also moved my right hand over to her clit. At the same time as I stroked her clit I bit down lightly on a nipple and pulled it away from her body. Oh yeah, she took off like a rocket and started moaning and screaming even. Her pussy just clamped down on me so hard that I ended up joining her also. I pushed my cock in as deep as I could get it and just held it there as I poured out into her womb. "You've destroyed me", Sara moaned some minutes later when she got back the ability to speak. "Well if I have it was so I could put you together again and join you with me even closer than we have been." "It worked", Sara responded as she snuggled into me. "I didn't think I could love you anymore than I already did but now I know I could and I do!" That night started a new phase in our relationship. I had much more confidence in my ability at sex now and as a result I wanted to do it more. Sara had become much more affectionate and was always willing to accommodate me. In fact she even started to take the initiative and bought sexy clothes and lingerie to seduce me from time to time. When I introduced new things I had learned from my book, she was eager to try them out. We went from having sex twice a week to five or six times. And each session had many more orgasms for both of us. Well many more for her that is. I went from only one before to two and sometimes three. I made sure she always had four or five, mostly as a result of oral sex, but as my bag of tricks increased, in lots of other ways also. But you know how it goes in these kind of stories and in real life also. When things are so perfect you couldn't ask for more, life rears up and slaps you in the face and says get serious. There are always problems and pain in life. It's just the way it is. In my case it started when Sara got curious about my books. She started to read them a little bit before I got home in the afternoons. I knew something was up when all of a sudden Sara wanted to try a weird new position we hadn't done before. When I later asked where that had come from she admitted that it came from the Kama Sutra and she had been looking at it sometimes before I got home. This bothered me more than I wanted to admit. I know it was selfish but my ego had gotten used to me being the repository of sexual knowledge. My being the dominant leading one in this regard had accomplished good things by raising my confidence and self esteem which needed doing but it had gotten out of hand. I now thought of myself as some sort of sex guru who could coax orgasms from Sara almost like magic. It was childish but I didn't want to let this go. In addition all those early morning workouts at the gym had achieved results I hadn't even thought about when I started them. When I looked in the mirror now, I saw a muscular, well built man. No longer the skinny dweeb that I used to be. Sara had commented on it also and had praised my new body as being very manly and sexy. Of course, I was still nowhere close to being in Jim Jackson's league. He was still a problem and was in my mind as a threat to Sara and my relationship. Nothing overt mind you but still someone I wasn't comfortable with Sara being around. Luckily with Christmas rapidly approaching, they hadn't had anymore after school work sessions. In fact they had agreed to put off any more work on the project until after the new year. The kids at the school were putting on a little school play for the parents and were being taught Christmas songs to sing. That took a lot of time and energy and left little time for anything else except regular school work. After the play it was time for two weeks vacation and they shut the school down and Sara was at home while I was at work. She loved putting up the tree, decorating the house, baking cookies and getting into the Christmas spirit. When it was time for her school's Christmas party for teacher's and staff, I also found out she took time out to go shopping. The party was to be held at her principal's home on the Saturday before Christmas. I got ready first and then was sitting in the living room watching a little tv while waiting on Sara. When she came out I nearly passed out. She was wearing the sexiest dress I had ever seen her in. In fact about three or four times as sexy as I had ever seen her in. It was just one of those simple basic black evening dresses that all women have. The difference with this one was that there just wasn't very much of it. It was extremely short and didn't even reach mid thigh. In addition, it also had a very low scoop neck that showed some of her cute little titties. Later I was to learn that she wasn't wearing a bra with it and her panties consisted of a very small thong. Three inch black pumps, a strand of white pearls for a necklace and a small glittery silver purse and her outfit was complete. "What the hell was this", I wondered? Did I dare ask? "Gee honey you look incredible! I didn't even know you owned a dress like that." "I didn't until this week", she replied. "Uhmm, isn't that look a little bit too much", I asked. "I mean you have never dressed like that before." "Oh I don't know Sam. You've just made me feel so sexy lately that it just seemed natural to dress a little more that way." A little more! She had to be kidding. This was about ten times sexier than she had ever dressed since I had known her. Shit! The thought just had to come into my head didn't it? Was she doing this to attract Jim Jackson? Boy was I really looking forward to this party now! I knew better than to say anymore at this point since my emotions were off the chart. So the ride over to the party was made in almost total silence. Sara chatted a little about who would be there but then she seemed to catch onto my mood and she stayed silent also. The principal had a fair size house and when we arrived it looked like there was at least twenty people there. The house was one of those two stories where the floor plan had a nice large living room and kitchen on the ground floor along with the master bedroom and bath. The upper floor had three bedrooms and two baths. Their children ordinarily lived in two of the bedrooms with the third one being a guest room. Because of the party the principal had shipped off the kids to relatives for the weekend. It was a good thing it was a large house as more people kept arriving after we got there. Sara was an instant attention getter and I was separated from her as her female friends gathered around exclaiming over her dress and how great she looked. Of course the men had noticed her too but for now they were forced to keep their admiration at a distance. My nervousness and anxiety were now peaking and I desperately looked around for where the booze was so I could get a drink and maybe relax a little. With that in mind I wandered into the kitchen and took a look around. Ah, good, the counter was filled with every kind of booze imaginable. In addition there were two large ice buckets. One had cubed ice and the other crushed. There were also all kinds of sodas and mixers on another counter. I grabbed a large cup, filled it with crushed ice and then made myself a very stiff Rum and coke. The first sip went down like a shot of reality and I sat down and tried to think about what was happening. What was Sara doing dressing this way? I had started all of this emphasis on sex to draw us closer together and now she was bringing it out of our home and into the public. Just like her reading my books and taking the initiative had taken away some of my self confidence; her new self confidence at dressing like this in public was shaking me to my very core. My plan wasn't working out like I had expected it would. In my panicking mind it seemed like all that I had accomplished was to have a much sexier and more attractive Sara in a room with Jim Jackson. How had I gone wrong? It seemed I didn't know my wife nearly as well as I thought I did. When I went back into the living room, I had another panic attack. I didn't see Sara anywhere. Where had she gone? I walked around the room thinking she might be hidden from sight by some of the other people there but I still didn't see her. Not seeing anywhere else to go, I went into the master bedroom. There she was but oh my god she was talking to three guys and one of them was Jim Jackson. They didn't notice me for what seemed to be a couple of minutes but was probably less than thirty seconds. "Oh honey, there you are", Sara said. "Where have you been? Come meet some of the people I work with." "This is Oscar Marshall", she says. "He teaches fifth grade and has been at the school for five years." He was a short hairy guy with a mustache and a heavily receding hairline. Nothing to worry about there. "I believe you met John Samuels before. He is our principal and this is his home." Why yes I did remember meeting Mr. Samuels. Older man in his fifties with a shock of unruly grey hair and the kind of wrinkles one only gets from worrying about other peoples children. "And here is my partner in research, Jim Jackson. He is our vice-principal and is also the one with whom I have been consulting with so that we can write a paper for our school board." "Oh yes, I believe I have met Mr. Jackson before or at least seen him around. He looks very familiar. How are you sir?" "Why yes, now that you mention it Mr. Johnson you look familiar to me also. But please call me Jim. Oh wait, I know now. I have seen you working out at the gym in the mornings." "Yes by golly that is it isn't it Jim. Call me Sam as well. It is nice to know you formally now so that we can say hello and chat a little in the mornings. Sara speaks highly of you so I know we can be good friends." Well a lack of honesty in this situation was really not a bad thing. All's fair in love and war and this might turn out to be a little bit of both. So I put a brave smile upon my face and traded small talk with all the gentlemen for ten minutes or so. Then Sara wanted to take me around and introduce me to some other of her co-workers. I tried to pay attention when Sara talked to me and especially when she introduced someone I had never met before but my mind was in a whirl. My rum and coke might have had something to do with that also. I just wasn't much of a drinker and was not used to so much so quickly. When we made it round to the kitchen, I made Sara and myself a rum and coke but much weaker than my first one. After that the whole party became somewhat of a blur. If you have been to one of these types of parties then you know what I mean. You talk a while with this group and then either you go onto another one or they drift away. Somewhere in there Sara and I went our separate ways but I don't think I was even aware of when it happened. A couple of guys had put a tape on of their high school football team and had coerced me into watching it with them. From time to time I would spot Sara out of the corner of my eye flitting around the room like a social butterfly. She seemed to be having a great time. I noticed that she always had a drink in her hand. In fact one time I saw someone take her cup from her and go into the kitchen where I assume they had refreshed her drink. God I hoped no one had put anything into her drink! Just the alcohol alone would make her very susceptible as she was just as much a non drinker as I was. Of course, she always had two or three men hanging over her shoulder. I suspected they were trying to get looks down the front of her dress. If she leaned over a little I imagine they were getting treated to the whole show. When the high school football tape finally came to an end, I tried to get away. But I was these guys best friend now and they hustled me out to the front porch and one of them produced a joint. As it went around the circle, I had to pretend that I was partaking also. Well maybe every once in a while a little bit would get inhaled. It was hard to fake it without actually doing it a little. Soon enough it was time to go back inside and I broke away from my new buddies and started looking for Sara. That was harder to do than it sounds as I was now truly looped. Everything was a bubbling mixture of color and sound. Someone had put some loud music on and couples were dancing to it. I even found myself moving around to it some as I stood on the fringe and tried to spot Sara. The joint had made me thirsty so naturally I had to go into the kitchen for another drink. Sara wasn't there either although the rum and coke still were. I assure you that the drink I made this time was almost all coke with very little rum. Enough damage had already been done. My mind seemed to have a mind of it's own now, huh? wha?, and I was walking up the stairs to the second floor. There was the smell of the nefarious weed up here also. I found Sara in the second bedroom and surprise, surprise, she was talking to her favorite adonis. At least she was just talking. There were two other couples in there and they were making out hot and heavy. Although they were fully clothed, one couple was laying on the bed with the man fully on top of the woman. The other couple was standing up but his hand was all over her butt as they kissed. I looked at Sara and she was so sexy and pretty, so sexy and beautiful. She was radiant with a light shining out of her eyes. I knew I had to get her out of here and away from him. Somehow I needed to reassure myself that nothing had gone on and she still loved me. At least that's what my mind that had a mind of it's own was telling me. So I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the hall without even a word to Jim or her. Down the hall we went until I spotted one of the bathrooms. Pulling her into there I closed and locked the door behind us. Sara started to sputter and get indignant with me but I just looked at my petite goddess and drew her into my arms and gave her the kiss of my life. At least it felt like it was at the time. I feverishly drank her soul in and let my hands wander everywhere. Then I nibbled her ear, kissed her on her neck, rubbed her nose with mine. Hell I was doing so many things I couldn't keep count of them. I was overcome with emotion, lust, rum and weed. All I knew was I loved this woman and wanted her to be mine forever! The front of her dress was easily pulled down and I feasted on her tits. I licked, teased, and sucked until they were standing up with an eager intensity. Where was this coming from? I was out of control! Next her dress was pulled up and that oh so little thong was pulled down. I spun her around, leaned her up against the sink, unzipped and plunged like a plumber unstopping her drain. Roto Rooter had nothing on me. If there was any blockage in there I was going to destroy it. I don't think my hips had ever moved that fast or powerfully. How long it lasted I have no idea. It wasn't Christmas, it was the Fourth of July and bombs were bursting everywhere. Never had I felt anything like this before. Sara seemed to be enjoying it also. She pushed back just as hard as I thrust and grunts and moans were issuing from her that drowned out the dance music from below. As we fucked, I ran my hand down and rubbed her clit. This really set her off and when she started to spasm I slid both hands up to her nipples and pinched and pulled. She was my own little five foot volcano and she erupted. Hold on cowboy! Don't give up yet, ride, ride! And then I rode my own geyser to ecstasy as Old Faithful didn't let me down. Hot steam seemed to be coming out of my ears and nose and my heart was moving like a jackhammer. I flooded her cunt like a hurricane at high tide. When it was done I felt totally drained and spent. Nothing left to give. Fighting For Sara A drained noodle had more backbone then I had at that moment. I held Sara against me for as long as I could and then my cock slipped out and I slid to the floor. Sara must have felt the same way because she ended up right beside me. We both had nothing to say for a minute or so and then she turned around and took me in her arms and kissed me. "Where is my husband? What have you done with him? What planet are you from? Oh my god did that feel good!" "Whoever I am I love you sweetheart. I am so scared I am going to lose you. I have seen Jim in the showers at the gym. I know I can't compete with someone who looks like that." "What? You think I have something going on with Jim? Honey, didn't I tell you? Jim is gay sweety. He definitely isn't interested in me. Now you are a different story. All night long he has been telling me how buff you have gotten from working out and what a hard worker you are at the gym." "I have noticed Sam. I should have told you how impressed I was before tonight. You didn't have to change to get me to love you. The reasons I married you had nothing to do with your body or sex. You are a wonderful, sweet, kind person and that is who I fell in love with. I will admit that I have definitely enjoyed our new sex life and your buff new body but don't ever think that you had to do those things to keep my love. If we never had sex again, I would still love you!" My mind that had a mind of it's own now began to feel really stupid. How could I have doubted this woman. Had I gone totally paranoid or what? We both must have fallen asleep for a little while. When I woke Sara up she looked at me sleepily and started kissing me again. "My man! Are you going to stop feeling so insecure now? I really love you, you know. The sex with you tonight was the best ever" "Okay sweetheart I will try to stop. I know you love me." But as she turned around to the mirror to start redoing her makeup before we went back out, I heard her mumble, "Besides size isn't everything." Huh, how does she know that Jim is so large? All my self confidence just crashed. Was it time to put phase three into action?