20 comments/ 89732 views/ 3 favorites Sandy's Fantasies By: exjock It was Fall, and the leaves in Southern Indiana were turning into a bursting color display. Sandy and I were driving through the knobs just to enjoy Autumn's wonders. We often just went for a drive when we needed to talk. We'd drive around for half a day sometimes, just waiting for the other to open up and speak their piece. Sandy had asked that we go for a drive today. "Gary, I guess you already know I need to talk, right?" "Sure, Sandy, I figured there was something we needed to talk about, but I had no idea what it was. I was just going to enjoy the Fall colors until you were ready...Are you ready now?" Sandy paused with a strange look on her face. She obviously had something on her mind, and I was going to give her the time she needed to spit it out. We had done this over the twelve years we'd been married and it had worked wonders to solve many problems, both big and small. Neither of us would push the other to say anything, we'd just wait until they were ready. Today was nothing different from dozens of times we'd driven around like this. However, this seemed to be something very heavy on Sandy's mind. "Gary, how do you think our sex life has been lately?" I was surprised at that question, because I never really gave it a thought because I saw nothing different, and certainly nothing wrong. I had always loved our time making love, and we still, after twelve years are having our 'sessions' two to four times a week. But I knew she wanted an answer to her question so I said, "It's been great as always!" "That's what I was thinking too...A lot like it always has been. Do you ever want more?" "Gosh, I hadn't thought about more, but if you need it more often, I'll do my best!" I could tell by the look in her eyes that wasn't what she meant. So, I said, "Sandy, I can tell by that look you meant something else, but I don't have a clue, so can you be more specific?" "Okay, Gary, I guess I have to spell it out for you. I think we need to spice things up a bit. Maybe try some toys, or watch some videos for ideas. It's just that we always go through the same routine, and, yes I love that routine, and I love your touch, but I feel like we need something more." "Do you mean that YOU need something more? Because, I am extremely happy with everything in our lives. If you are in need of something more, I am certainly open to hearing your ideas." I hoped that would suffice for an answer because I had no ideas and felt no need for 'more' of anything. "Well, would you be open to watching some videos on the computer to explore some ideas?" "Of course sweetheart, whatever you like, I really only want to make you happy. I thought we were both satisfied with our love life, but obviously, I was wrong. Something is eating at you and we need to get it out in the open and discuss it." "Oh, I am so glad you're agreeable, you always do everything I ask. Gary, I just love you so much for always thinking of me first in every situation. We can go home now, I want us to get to the computer so I can show you some ideas." It was clear that she had been looking already and had some specific things in mind. I was more that anxious to see just what she had in mind, so I turned at the next intersection and headed home." We had no sooner arrived at home than Sandy was in the Den, booting up the computer. She called out to me, "Gary, fix us a drink and come on in here." I went to the kitchen and pulled out our bottle of Canadian Whisky, pouring us each a good stiff drink with a little club soda on top. I thought I was going to need the stiff drink, because I was a little nervous as to what Sandy had in mind. "Sit over here next to me," Sandy said, pulling a chair next to hers. I was puzzled at her apparent rush to get on the web. She first went to a website showing women and their men using vibrators and dildos. I couldn't imagine Sandy with one of those, and I especially couldn't think I would ever be able to use one on her. But, I watched as she commented how the woman's spasms seemed so much more animated and intense than her orgasms ever were. I had to agree, but I was quick to point out that these were actors, playing out a scene. Sandy shocked me next by taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and before I could blink an eye, had her clothes off. She reached in the drawer of her nightstand and to my amazement, pulled out a vibrator that looked like one used in the scene on the computer. "Watch me, then you take over and use it on me!" She exclaimed. "And get those clothes off right NOW!" She demanded. I did my best to strip quickly, but was not at all aroused by this new turn of events. I tried to watch to see how she was using it, and in a few minutes, when she handed it to me, she was moaning loudly as I tickled her clit with it. "Fuck me with it!" She was bouncing around on the bed. I slid the ribbed shaft into her soaking wet pussy. It actually was beginning to turn me on to see her reactions to it. "Yessssssss! I'm cummmmmming! She shouted as she writhed in pleasure on the bed. Then she begged me to eat her pussy which I always love doing. As I started licking around her clit, she erupted in something I'd never witnessed from her. She was actually squirting her juices in my face. Some of them landed in my mouth, and I loved the taste. This made me dive in deeper and harder as she peaked her orgasm. "Now, fuck me! I want your cock inside me please!" Her language was much more gruff than I'd ever experienced. She wildly thrashed on the bed pulling me to her and reaching down aiming my cock at her begging pussy. This 'new' Sandy was drawing me in, and I was growing harder and harder as my 6" cock grew to almost 7". She flipped me on my back, never letting me out of her pussy as she began pouncing up and down drawing my member deep inside her. She began another wild orgasm, and as she hit her peak, my load shot into her womb. I had to admit, this was different that our normal love making. In fact, as we talked about it, I learned that Sandy didn't want to give up our normal love making sessions, she just wanted some sexy times in addition to them. She explained, "Gary, what we did today was not make love, we just had raw sex! It was wonderful, but could never replace our special love sessions. What do you think? Can we do some more explorations from time to time?" "Sandy, that was really great, and I'm all for what we did today, but I agree, it cannot replace our love making times. If this is what you meant by adding some spice, it was terrific." For the next two weeks, we used the vibrator a couple times a week, and still had our normal loving sessions several times. One Friday night, when I got home from work, there was a smell from the kitchen that drew me in. When I went to the kitchen, there was the slow-cooker with a pot roast and veggies stewing on the counter. Sandy wasn't in the kitchen. I walked around the house looking for her and found her in the den, on the computer, watching some porn with her vibrator working over her pussy. "Oh, hi Gary, come look at this!" She said. On the screen was a movie with two women using toys on each other. I was a little repulsed, but could tell she wanted me to watch so I pulled up my chair, leaned over and kissed her and sat down. As the clip went on, a man came in the room, and the two women pulled him onto the bed with them. "Isn't that hot?" She wanted my response. "I guess so, if you're into that kind of thing." "Wouldn't you like to be that man with two women climbing all over you?" Without thinking, I responded honestly, "No, Sandy, I don't want anyone but you. I love only you." "But this isn't love, it is just sex, do you mean you couldn't enjoy that?" "No, I wouldn't enjoy that at all. I only want to be with you for love or for sex." "Oh, I see." She was obviously feeling let down, but I had to be honest with her. She continued, " I guess I'd better make a phone call to Susan before she leaves to come over." I snapped, "What does Susan have to do with this?" "Gary, I thought you'd like this idea. Susan and I talk every day, and we both thought this would be a great present for you...Like an early Christmas present, but I guess I made a mistake." She looked downcast and disturbed. "I just wanted to do something for you, you know, to make you happy." "Sandy, I don't need anything but you to make me happy. Truthfully, I can't imagine you wanting me to be touched by another woman and are you telling me that you and Sandy were going to play with each other?" I paused for only a second then realized that maybe something had already gone on between the two of them. So, I asked, "Are you telling me that you and Susan have already tried each other out?" "Absolutely not! We have talked in detail about it and talked about our fantasies, but never when we were together, only on the phone." She seemed stressed out as she continued, "If you don't want to participate, what if it was just Susan and me, and you could even watch if you wanted?" Stunned is the best way to describe my reaction. I tried to speak, but words weren't there. I just looked at her with what she later described as 'sad eyes'. "I can tell you don't like that idea. I must say that I am a little disappointed, but I will definitely abide by your wishes. Gary, I love you and just wanted to add more spice to our lives and thought this might be an interesting way for both of us. I will drop the subject, and it won't be mentioned again." Now I regained my voice and said, "Sandy, I don't want to stifle your imagination, so please don't be afraid to talk about anything, I will listen, and if I don't agree, then we will just agree to disagree. Is that fair?" "Does that mean I can still have Sandy over even if you disagree that it would be good?" She continues, "So, are you willing to give me the chance to have the experience with Susan, one time, and if you are still against it, I won't ever do it again?" "It doesn't meant that I agree to anything except that I disagree with your idea, but you are a free person, and have to make your own decisions." Just as she finished, the doorbell rang. It was Susan. Sandy took Susan in the living room and asked her if she wanted a drink. I fixed her a rum and coke and left the two of them to talk. Sandy knew my wishes, but I also knew that once she has something set in her mind, it was difficult to change. After about ten minutes, Sandy came back in the den where I was playing poker online at the computer. "Gary, just so things are really clear between us, I need to hear you tell me how you feel again. Will you be really upset if Susan and I have a sex session with each other? And, will you want to watch? You said earlier you wouldn't join in, but you are certainly more than welcome to watch. What do you say?" "Sandy, I have no desire to watch, it would probably make me sick to my stomach...In fact, I probably won't be able to eat that great smelling meal in the kitchen for fear I would throw it up at the thought of you two together. However, we have always been very open with each other and I don't remember you ever telling me I couldn't do something I wanted to do. I don't suppose this will hurt our marriage, but I really don't relish the thought of you and Susan feeling and touching and even kissing each other. Do what you want and just follow your desires." "Thank you Greg, you are really more kind than I dreamed. It will just be this once, and if you decide later to come watch, don't knock, just come on in the guest bedroom and pull up a chair. Then if you tell me you are still upset, I will never do it again." "Thank you Sandy, for being up front with me an not trying to hide it from me. If, after a few minutes, my stomach settles, I may try to come in and watch because it is apparently important to you that I do." "Oh, I would LOVE to have you watch us. I hope you'll like it so much you decide to join us." Sandy went back to the living room and took Susan into the guest room down the other hall from the den. Then in only about two minutes, both of them reappeared in the den, still fully clothed. Sandy said, "Susan wants to talk to you for just a minute." "Okay! Shoot Susan." "Gary, you know Sandy and I have been close friends for years. I have always wanted to take our friendship to a more intimate level, but Sandy has always told me to just keep it to myself. Tonight was my idea, and I was the one that got her to look at that site, so please don't blame her. I just want you to know that I have never been with a woman before either, so we'll probably be pretty clumsy at it, and I really would love to have you there watching to make sure nothing happens to really upset you. The last thing on earth that I want to see happen is to cause a problem between the two of you. So, Gary, won't you come on in with us and at least watch?" "Give me a while to think about it. I'm going to get some of that pot roast before I do anything else. Then after I eat, well, we'll see." "How about if we all sit in the kitchen and have some of that roast, it sure does smell terrific. Sandy is such a great cook." We all sat round the kitchen table. Sandy sat close to me and kept touching my shoulder and my arm, and looking at me. "I love you soooooo much, Gary!" "I love you too Sandy, and mainly because this is so important to you, I will come in the room and watch. I warn you, if it bothers me too much, I may have to leave." It might be good to describe these two women now. Both are in their mid-thirties, and both look to be in their mid-twenties. Sandy is taller at 5'8" and 120 pounds; Susan is about 5'4" and probably weighs right at 100 pounds. They are both thin gals. Sandy has a tiny waist and luscious hips and ass. Her tits are 30b cup but lovely and perky with rosy nipples that are sweet to suck. Susan has a little larger tits, but still not huge, and everything else about her is tiny. Susan has blond shoulder-length wavy hair and Sandy has reddish dark-blond hair cut above the shoulder and straight. They are both foxy ladies. Susan was married until two years ago when her husband was killed riding a motorcycle. Susan and Sandy had known each other about six years since they had worked together for a temp agency on a few jobs. This was going to be a pleasant sight just to see the two of them naked. I always love seeing Sandy naked, and I have to admit, at times I had imagined Susan at least topless when I'd seen her at the pool in her bikini. As we finished eating, we all put our dishes in the sink, then the girls each took one of my hands and I stopped them saying, "Sandy, let's go to our bedroom. The bed is king size and there is a chair that will be comfortable for me." "Are you sure?" Sandy asked. "Definitely!" I replied. We all went hand-in-hand back to our bedroom. I pulled the chair close to the side of the bed and slumped in it with a drink in my hand from our side-bar in the bedroom. Susan went up to Sandy and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Sandy responded by softly caressing Susan's face with her fingers. Sandy quickly moved her hands down to stroke Susan's covered nipples lightly. Susan reciprocated with the same soft touch of Sandy's tits. They stepped back from each other and both unbuttoned their blouses and slipped them off their shoulders. Then both women dropped their skirts to the ground leaving them both in only panties and bra. Sandy first reached out and pulled the straps of Susan's bra off her shoulders then Susan did the same to Sandy. Both women reached behind and unfastened the clasps on their bras, dropping them to the floor. They stepped in together and pressed their tits together, then Susan stepped back and pushed Sandy on to the bed. "Unbelievable," I thought, "This scene is almost ethereal." I was watching two gorgeous creatures touch each other with wanton desire for each other's bodies. Susan was first to take Sandy's tits in her mouth, first one, then the other, applying soft licking and sucking to both. Sandy moaned softly. Susan was slow and persistent, driving Sandy to beg for more. Susan reached down and pulled on the waistband of Sandy's bikini panties. Sandy lifted her hips so they could be pushed down and off. Susan was licking slowly down Sandy's chest as she neared Sandy's trimmed fur patch. Sandy was flushed and moaning as she turned to look at me. "Won't you come suck on my nipples now?" She begged. Sandy gasped as Susan reached her clitoris and began flicking it with her tongue. Again she begged, "Please Gary come suck on my tits." I could not resist, after all, it was my wife's tits I was going to suck. Her breast heaved as I took the first nipple in my mouth. I reached over to the other nipple and rolled it between my fingers. At the same time, Susan had entered Sandy's pussy with two fingers as she kept the pressure on her clit with her tongue. Sandy's eyes rolled, seemingly into the back of her head as she screamed so loud it hurt my ears. Sandy was flailing in the bed wildly and groaning and screaming for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a couple minutes. As her orgasm subsided, Sandy begged me to fuck her, but I just couldn't do it right now. Susan grabbed the dildo shaped vibrator and entered her pussy with it. Susan then used Sandy's wetness to moisten her other fingers. She pressed lightly on Sandy's anus and sunk a finger deep in her asshole. Sandy was building to another orgasm quickly. I went up to her mouth and kissed her passionately as she exploded in her next orgasm from Susan's fingers and the dildo. Sandy laid back on the bed and sighed. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Gary, won't you now fuck Susan so I can see her cum and see you explode in her pussy?" "Sorry honey, I just cant do that. I don't mind adding to your excitement and helping you cum, but I just can't bring myself to touch another woman, and especially not fuck her. You do what you need to do for her, and I will just sit back and watch." Which is exactly what I did. Sandy put on quite a show pleasuring Susan four or five times with her hands, with her mouth, and with the dildo. As they both lay on the bed spent, I leaned over and kissed Sandy again then left them to get cleaned up. I went back down and had another portion of that pot roast! As the two girls came downstairs, Susan came over and kissed me on the cheek, thanking me for allowing her and Sandy the freedom to enjoy each other's bodies. She said she hoped we could all do it again but realized it was going to be totally up to Sandy and me to decide. She waved goodbye and left. Sandy whispered quietly, "Thank you my dearest, for a wonderful present. I will let you think about it and let me know if you will allow it again, or if it was only a one-time thing. No pressure, no rush, you just let me know after you have time to think about it for a few days. I won't bring it up again until you do." I told her almost immediately that if she felt the need, she could have Susan back over again, but that I would not want to be in the room next time, but would want to be in the house. I told her again that I appreciated her asking my feelings and not just doing what she wanted without considering me. That was a month ago. Two more times she has had Susan over for a session, and our loving times together have been even better than before. We always end up falling asleep in each other's arms and waking in the morning the same way. Everything seemed to be good until the day before yesterday. Sandy wanted me to come look at another website. This one featured threesomes again, but it was two guys on one woman. Sandy was excited about the site and begged me not to say anything until I had a chance to watch for a few minutes then she could explain her idea. I agreed. Sandy's Fantasies I watched the storyline as the couple were watching TV and there was a knock at the door. It was their neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar (How trite). In minutes, he was seducing the wife while the husband went to the kitchen to retrieve the sugar. In seconds they were naked and fucking when the husband came back in and joined in. I was really disgusted. But kept my promise to keep quiet until she had her say. "What did you think? Wasn't it exciting?" "For who? The woman maybe, but the poor husband was humiliated!" Sandy knew that was coming so she put on her pout look and said, "Gary, don't you think it would be sexy to see me fucked by another man who knows he only gets me once and you get to have me all the time?" She continued without pausing, "You know how you love it when I get looks when we are out together. You always smile when you notice I am getting extra attention." "Is it time for me to talk now?" "Yes, Gary, go ahead." "Well, I put up with your desires to have Susan over and even to the point I watched and kissed you a little the first time, but what on earth would make you think I would even think about you having another man's cock in your pussy or anyplace else for that matter. I can tell you right now, that if you persist in this one, we are finished." "Finished? You mean you'd leave me over that? What about our letting each other make our own decisions?" She cried. "Oh, I am not stopping you from making your own decisions, and you won't stop me from making mine if you carry out that fantasy." "That's not fair, you aren't even willing to discuss it?" "What is there to discuss? Where did you get this idea? What on earth made you think I'd go along with it? Is this Susan's doing again?" After a long silence, she said, "I guess Susan did say something, and told me about the site...Her idea was to get me with another man, then you with her. We both thought that would be really HOT!" "Well, I can't pick your friends, and I won't tell you what you can and cannot do, but I will tell you my reactions. If you even talk about this idea again, I will pack and leave immediately. I will not be some wimp husband who watches his wife get fucked by other guys. Don't our wedding vows mean anything to you?" I continued, "Don't answer that, because it is already pretty obvious they don't. Your own sexual pleasure has become more important than your marriage." Then I left the house, slamming the door. Sandy ran out after me begging me to come back. I told her I would be back later after I had time to think. I went to Jerry's house. He and Carrie were good friends to me, and Jerry and I went way back to high school days. Carrie was home, and had me come in saying, "Jerry will be home in fifteen minutes, come let me fix you a drink...From the look on your face, you could use one." Just after I gulped down a whiskey and soda, Carrie handed me another and Jerry walked in the door. I spilled my guts about everything, and they both told me it sounded like Sandy was just asking, and they were sure she hadn't done anything. I told them they were no doubt correct, and that after a while I would go back home and try to talk rationally to Sandy. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I got home. My cell phone was on the coffee table since I had walked out and left it. Sandy was sitting on the couch red faced and tears still pouring out. When I walked in, she ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck begging me to forgive her for even mentioning 'such a thing'. She said she was sorry and should have known that such an idea would upset me. She went on saying, "Gary, I love only you, and don't need anything else to make me happy, please forgive me and I promise to never bring it up again. I also promise that Susan and I are through as friends. I realize how she influenced me and I can't let her ruin our marriage. Will you forgive me?" I held her tightly in my arms and said, "Sweetheart, I was probably a little too harsh on you earlier, but I think you now understand. Yes, you are forgiven! I love only you also." We went off to bed and just lay there looking in each other's eyes until we drifted off to sleep. The next morning was Saturday, so we slept in until after ten o'clock. I had chores to do and Sandy wanted to get most of the laundry done for the week. We went busily about our duties and had a good day, stopping a couple times to hug and kiss. The next Monday morning, my boss told me that the company wanted me to go to a trade show in Las Vegas the following week. I would only be gone for six days, so it was no real problem with Sandy either. She took me to the airport saying, "See you next Sunday, and you'd better call me every day!" The show was boring, and I had seen everything I'd come to see by Thursday. When I called my boss, I was told, "It sounds like you made all the necessary contacts, just come on home to spend the weekend with your wife." I went straight to the airport and jumped on the 'Red Eye' back arriving at about six o'clock in the morning at home. I didn't want to wake Sandy that early, so I took a cab from the airport. When I arrived home, I noticed Susan's car was parked on the street in front of our house. I was wondering why it was there at all, but especially why it was there before seven o'clock in the morning. I decided to go around the house and go quietly in the back door. Everything in the house was quiet as I crept in the back door. I went into the living room and noticed signs of a party -- empty and half full glasses on the coffee table and end tables, a half empty bowl of chips, crumbs on the floor, and a general mess. I slipped up to our bedroom, passing the guest room. I heard movement in the guest room and a muffled man's voice saying he had to pee. I listened at the door and heard the guest bathroom toilet flush and footsteps then the bed creaking as someone was getting back into it. Now I was concerned. Who was in the guest room? Maybe that was Susan with some man she'd picked up -- or could it be that was Sandy with someone? I quietly slipped down the hall to our bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and I could see the bed. Sandy was there on the bed, naked, with three guys draped all over her. They were all sleeping soundly. I crept back downstairs to think. As I looked around, there were signs of two women with lipstick on the glasses, and it looked like several other people. I decided to call Jerry from my cell phone, so I went back out the back door. Jerry was there in ten minutes. He got me into his car and I told him what I found. He suggested we sit down the street and watch when people started to leave. By eight o'clock, there were still no signs of life so I decided to call home on my cell phone and tell Sandy I was at the airport and on the way home. When the phone rang seven or eight times before it was answered, I knew there must have been a lot of alcohol for whatever went on. Finally, Sandy answered sleepily, "Hello." "Hello yourself!" I answered, "Guess what? I'm home early. I took the redeye and just got in. My baggage is here and I'm about to jump in a taxi. See you in fifteen minutes! Love you! Bye." I hung up before she had time to get her head on straight or reply. We watched for the next few minutes as people started flying out of my house. First it was Susan and some man running out and jumping in her car. Then the garage door went up and four more men drove out in a late model Cadillac. They had parked in my spot, but where was my car? I didn't have to wait long as Sandy ran out and around the corner. She had parked my car there. She drove it back into the garage and the door went down. So, five men and two women. Obviously it was over. There was no need for me to go home. Just as Jerry and I were about to drive off, the Cadillac came squealing back around the corner pulling into the driveway. One of the men ran out and up to the front door. Letting himself in. He came back out in about sixty seconds with something in his hands. We were able this time to get the license number of the Cadillac as it drove away. Jerry called his nephew who was a state trouper and had him run the plate. It belonged to a Bradley Miles. That name was familiar. Oh yes, he had been one of Sandy's boyfriends from College who had called a few times over the years just to say hello. But who were the other men? I decided to confront Sandy and see what she had to say. Jerry dropped me off and left so Sandy wouldn't see it was him bringing me home. As I went in the door, Sandy was picking up the junk in the living room. I said, "Hi there you!" and she ran up throwing her arms around my neck kissing me. "I missed you terribly." She chirped. "It looks like it! This place is a mess, what's going on here?" I questioned her. "Oh, I just had some girlfriends over last night and figured I'd have plenty time to clean it up this morning. I didn't expect you until Sunday!" "Your girlfriends smoke cigars? I said as I noticed a thick cigar butt in an ashtray on the floor. Sandy turned red, and knew she had to say something quick. "Oh, Judy wanted to try one and it stunk the place up so, we had her put it out." I didn't let up. I hit her with my best ammunition, "Well, so it wasn't Brad smoking the cigars then?" "WWWWhhhattt?" Sandy stammered. "Brad Who?" "Brad Miles, you old boyfriend from school and his friends...you know, the ones you fucked last night?" "OOOOhhhhhhh, Noooooooooo!" How do you know about Brad being here?" "Does it really matter how I know? I am sure his wife will be happy to know about it too. And your parents will love hearing about how you fucked your way out of your marriage." I was pissed. As I fired questions at her she was so off balance she didn't know what to do except answer the questions. It also could have been her weak attempt at salvaging something because I was now being calm about everything. It had been Susan again. She had run into Brad and some other guys at a local tavern, and had just shown up at our door last night. It seems that it was four local politicians and they were celebrating a victory in the primaries. They all had a few drinks and she doesn't remember anything else until I called this morning. Maybe she had been drugged? But why had she let them in the house? She admitted knowing she had been fucked because when I called, there were three guys in bed with her and cum was running down her legs, but she had no recollection of the events of the evening. I told her to get dressed a little more and we were taking her to the hospital for tests to see if there were drugs in her urine or blood. She mumbled, but quickly dressed, and we jumped in my car and headed for the hospital. Fortunately it had been a quiet night and there was no waiting line in the Emergency room. My wife told them she thinks she was drugged and raped and can they test her for drugs. They put her in a wheel chair and whisked her back to the exam room. I stayed out in the waiting room. The doctor sent for me soon, and as I came into the exam room, he said they would have to keep her for more tests and observations, but it looked like several drugs were used and there were fresh needle tracks on her arm. He said they would be able to get a reading with a little more blood work, but from what she'd told him, he thought there must have been a 'date rape' drug involved. I reported it to the police and the doctor said he'd cooperate with the investigation with our permission. Sandy and I both jumped on it and signed the necessary paperwork. The police picked Susan up at her home shortly thereafter. To make a long story short, All four politicians were booked and are awaiting trial on various drug related charges. When Brad was arrested later that day, there were loads of different drugs in his trunk. Susan had been helping them and she will spend some hard time. Sandy admitted she had let Susan in with the guys she was with on a story about someone chasing them. They had a drink or two with most of the lights in the house off hoping they wouldn't be spotted. That is when Sandy began to lose her memory of what happened next. She had no idea how Brad and his friends got her in bed, but remembers music and dancing with him a little. Sandy is in rehab now. They had given her some potent stuff because she was addicted from the one night. She now has a messed up mind, and keeps talking about wanting more sex every time I visit. As much as I hate doing it, I filed for divorce, knowing even though it wasn't all her fault, she had to have a part and some knowledge of the goings on that night according to the doctors. My boss has been very supportive. She told me to take a little time off to get myself back in shape mentally. She started my recovery by having me over to dinner with her and Fred. We all had a good evening, and a delightful meal. Veronica and I made love that first evening and I discovered she had wanted me ever since joining the company. Fred didn't seem to mind at all. Veronica is only twenty-six, so she is quite a bit younger than me. She is one of the most gorgeous creatures on the face of the earth. She stands five foot four inches and weighs 112 pounds. She has coal black hair that is smartly cut in a swept style just past her ears. Her shape is a perfect ten. She has 30c tits well rounded and perky nipples that grow as they are sucked to almost reach out an inch. Her ass is perfectly pear shaped and her skin is milky white. I can't get enough of her and she seems to feel the same way about me. Veronica and I have seen each other for several weeks now. Oh, by the way, Fred won't ever get in our way. He shows his love for both of us at every opportunity. Fred likes me because I bring him his favorite chew toys. Fred is Veronica's pet Rottweiler.