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It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 01

By: mikoli5763



This is from when Sandy and I were first married. I should probably describe her a little. Sandy, my wife of 31 years, is what is known as big and beautiful. When we first got married Sandy was slimmer with 38DD breasts, nice and firm with 2" brown areolas and nipples that stuck out about half an inch when she was excited. After a couple of years of married bliss, I started having those fantasies- yeah, the ones of watching Sandy fucking another man. (Be honest all you married guys, you know you have them.)

After talking her into it, we didn't have to look too hard to find a willing participant. Louie was actually the man that introduced me to Sandy. (He was also the man who introduced Sandy to oral sex and other forms of sexual pleasure, though I didn't find out about that until many years later.) I suggested him to Sandy. Shortly after that, Sandy told me we had to talk.

"I talked to Louie today." Sandy said to me. "I told him about your fantasy. I asked him if he would like to help make it come true."

"What was his reply?" I asked.

"Yes, he said he would." Sandy smiled at me. "He said he's wanted to fuck me since I was fifteen." 

We went to Louie's house one Friday night when his wife and kids were in Florida visiting her family. We started out watching some Swedish Erotica tapes from Louie's collection, beginning with one that featured a threesome. We decided to start with a random scene: a woman walking in on a man and woman fucking. The man and woman were in the middle of undressing each other, kissing and caressing, as the other woman watched secretly. The woman watching started to play with her nipples, running her hands down to her pussy, and let out a soft moan, causing the first woman to see her and issue an invitation to their sexy play. 

After a few minutes of watching, Louie and I start kissing and caressing Sandy. While I was kissing Sandy, Louie started unbuttoning her blouse. When he had it open, he pushed her bra up over her breasts and started licking and sucking on her left breast. He had as much of it in his mouth as he could get. He started licking and sucking her nipple. It was a little bit awkward with her sitting up on the couch, but I bent down and started licking and sucking on the right one. Needless to say, it did not take long for Sandy to become aroused. She was moaning and squirming, telling us to touch her pussy. When she said that, I started rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I could feel the heat through her jeans and panties. Louie unbuttoned her jeans and put his hand down into her crotch. She did not try to stop him so he started rubbing her clit.

After I saw she was into it, I suggested we all get naked. Louie and I picked Sandy up off the couch and finished undressing her. We laid her back down on the couch and took off our clothes. My dick was so hard it hurt, but Louie was taking a little longer to get it up. Louie thought that if Sandy gave him a blowjob he would get hard. I agreed, eager to watch my wife work on his cock. 

Still on the couch, Louie knelt down with his cock at Sandy's mouth and she started licking the head. I started eating out Sandy's pussy for all I was worth. My dick was so hard I could have fucked a knothole. I could not really see what was going on with Louie's blowjob with my face plastered to Sandy's pussy. Her pussy was so wet! I knew she was ready to be fucked. I got up on my knees and rammed my dick into her sopping wet hole. That also gave me the opportunity to watch as Sandy sucked Louie's cock. He was finally totally hard. His cock was a little longer than mine (6" so his was 7"), but thin, about 1.5" around compared to my 2" around. Sandy was bobbing up and down on Louie's cock while laying there on the couch. Louie was kneeling at her head with his butt resting lightly on the arm of the couch. I was so turned on that, after only a few strokes into Sandy's hot pussy, my balls tightened as I started to spurt inside her tight body. Feeling my hot juice hit her vaginal walls triggered Sandy's orgasm. Her muffled moans around his cock and heaving breasts must have triggered Louie, too. He started cumming in Sandy's mouth. Sandy hated swallowing so when she felt his hot, salty load start to erupt, Sandy jerked his cock out of her mouth and he shot off all over her face and tits. After catching our breath, I helped Sandy to sit up and Louie went to get a wet wash cloth and a towel to clean us all up with.

Louie brought us some cold sodas and put in another porn tape. We watched it for a few minutes before starting to kiss and fondle Sandy again. Sandy was aroused from our earlier activities. She turned to Louie and started kissing him. When I reached to fondle her breast again there on the couch, she pushed my hands away. I sat there and watched them kissing and caressing each other. I was able to get another erection fairly quickly, but Louie still had trouble getting hard. He suggested that maybe if he and Sandy went to the bedroom alone for a little while he might be able to get hard enough to fuck. I agreed because I really wanted to see him fuck her. They went to the master bedroom and I waited for about ten minutes. I slipped down the hall as quietly as I could and peeked around the open door frame. The only light in the room was from the hall through the open door. Louie was on top of Sandy with her legs wrapped around his mid-section. Because of the low light I could not really see much of what was happening on the bed. I could see Sandy's legs up over Louie's shoulders while he moved his hips back and forth, thrusting inside her, or so I assumed. I tried my hardest to be quiet as I watched, but I couldn't stop myself from making a low moan as I heard Sandy's grunts of pleasure. Unfortunately, he must have heard me or seen my shadow because he lost his erection. He got frustrated, got up off the bed and left the room.

"I'm not going to be able to do this with you watching. I'm sorry." He said to me as he left the room. I went to Sandy who was, naturally, upset at that point. I offered to finish her myself (still had my super-hard erection), but she was not in the mood anymore so we just got our clothes on, thanked Louie and left. 

I did get to see Sandy get fucked by another man, but that's another story.

It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 02



After the not very successful threesome with Louie, Sandy and I talked about the experience. We both agreed that we each were very turned on by it. We also agreed we were disappointed by the outcome. We talked about ways that would enable me to enjoy watching her fucking another man. We decided it might be better if the man did not know I was there. 

Sandy and I have been married for 31 years, but all of the events I am writing about happened in the first few years of our marriage. Sandy is 5'7" tall and at the time wore size 20 clothing; a big beautiful woman. Her very large breasts were what got all the men's attention though. They were 38DD and still firm. When she wore a bra, they stuck out there tall and proud. Even naked, they had only a little sag due to gravity. The form fitting sweaters and blouses Sandy liked to wear also accentuated her breasts, bringing attention to them. More then once I had caught men staring at them when they thought she was not noticing them. I felt a touch of pride at those moments. I would smile to myself knowing I got to play with her breasts almost any time I wanted.

We both worked second shift, me at a local factory and her in a convenience store. I got off work at 11:00 PM and even though the store closed at 11, with all the tasks she had to do after closing, she usually did not get home till after midnight.

Sandy started to give a couple of the men that came in to the store on a regular basis hints that she might be interested in some extramarital action. After the disappointing event with Louie, we decided that Sandy would bring the lucky guy home while I hid in the bedroom closet. It had a bi-fold door with slats that I could look through.

Chris (I never knew his last name) seemed to be the guy who picked upon Sandy's signals because he started stopping at the store before closing every night. Sandy stepped up her game; light touches, laughing with him,letting him touch her. Sandy did all these things to make sure he knew she was interested. She would tell me everything when she got home at night. Her flirtations with him were big turn-ons for us both. The sex between us had never been better. She started letting him stay in the store with her after locking up, which was against company policy and she knew there was a chance she could get caught. That excited Sandy even more.

After he helped her finish her work, Sandy and Chris would go into the office and make out. I was okay with this as long as she told me everything that happened. Sandy kept trying to get Chris to come home with her, but I guess he was afraid of getting caught. Sandy told me that she would let him play with her big breasts and she would give him a handjob until he shot his load. She eventually gave him a blowjob in the office.

I could always tell when Sandy and Chris had been together by the flushed look on her face and how horny she was when she got home. Those were the most intense fuck sessions we ever had. I did not have to worry about foreplay and would usually just yank Sandy's jeans and panties down, bend her over the couch in the living room, and just pound the hell out of her pussy. Needless to say neither one of us lasted too long before we were getting off together.

After about three weeks Sandy called me to let me know she had convinced Chris to come to the house. I got instantly aroused as I went upstairs and watched through the bedroom window curtains, waiting for them to park in front of the house. As soon as I saw them pull up I got in the closet to wait.

Sandy and Chris must have stopped in the living room to get warmed up because it was about ten or fifteen minutes before I heard them coming up the stairs. Our bed was situated so that I could see the whole thing from the closet. Sandy turned the overhead light on and I could see that her blouse was off and her bra had been discarded somewhere along the way. Her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. She had that "I'm so horny and ready to get fucked look on her face". Chris wanted to turn the overhead light off, so Sandy turned on the bedside lamp. She told him she like to see everthing when she fucked.

Sandy laid down on the bed with her pussy facing the closet. Chris turned off the over head light and took off his shirt before getting on the bed with Sandy. They started kissing and he was playing with her gorgeous breasts. He kissed his way down Sandy's neck and started sucking on her right nipple. Sandy was squiming and moaning from him sucking and licking her right breast and nipple. Chris ran his hand down Sandy's belly and stuck it down her panties and jeans. After rubbing and touching her there for a few minutes, Sandy was begging him to take off the rest of his clothes and to yank her jeans and panties off.

Chris stood up and pulled Sandy's jeans and panties off and his own jeans. Sandy was more than ready to get fucked and as Chris climbed back up on the bed, she yanked him up on top of her. I was in heaven. My biggest fantasy was about to come true. 

Sandy took hold of Chris's cock and guided it into her sopping wet pussy. (Chris's cock was 7 inches long and as wide as an eight ounce coke bottle.) Chris started out fucking Sandy with long, slow strokes.

"Harder, faster! Ohhh fuck me harder and faster!" Sandy started urging Chris. He lifted his body upon his forearms and really started fucking her for all he was worth. Slamming his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. Sandy moaned and grunted as she came. Sandy is not a screamer.

Hearing her moans,grunts, and the squishing sound her pussy was making as Chris continued to fuck her was enough to drive me over the edge. I shot off all over the closet wall without even having to touch my rock hard dick.

Sandy asked Chris if he was close and I think we were both a little surprised when he said not really. Sandy told him to stop and to lay down on his back. They were still on the bed facing the closet so I could see his cock and her pussy as she straddled him, facing him with her back to me. With that position I could really see his cock as he thrust it into her hot pussy.

"You feel so good in my pussy! Fuck me! Ohh fuck me!" Sandy started moaning. Chris was driving his cock into her as hard as he could again.

"Tell me right before you start to cum Chris!" I heard Sandy exclaim as she rode his cock.

"I'm about to cum!" Chris told Sandy after ten minutes of hard fucking. 

I was enjoying seeing them fuck while trying not to make any noise there in the closet. My dick remained erected the entire time. Sandy raised up off his cock, reached back, and started jacking his cock with her hand until he shot off all over her ass and back.

They lay down beside each other to catch their breath. Sandy was snuggling up to Chris with her head on his shoulder. I admit I got a little jealous at seeing this. Finally, Sandy looks at the bedside clock and started acting all panicked at how late it was. She started urging Chris to get up and get dress so he could get out of there before I got home from working overtime. 

That must have been the story she used to convince him to come home with her. She slipped on her robe and walked him down the stairs. They must have done some kissing and petting because about ten minutes later I heard the front door open and close. I did not leave the closet until I heard a car start up. Sandy had made it back upstairs, but she went straight into the bathroom which was at the top of the stairs. I was lying on the bed with my dick standing straight up when she came out.

I laid Sandy down and started kissing her and telling her how turned on I was. I was whispering how much I loved her and wanted her.

"Stop, I don't want to do this right now!" she try to tell me between kisses. Her words were saying stop, but the twinkle in her eyes and the tone of her voice gave a different message. I continued kissing and caressing her body. Sandy stopped protesting and started responding to my advances.

I kissed my way down her front to her pussy. I just had to get a close up look at that well fucked pussy. It was still gaped opened from Chris's cock. Those red swollen lips and her juices still leaking out drove me insane.

I started kissing and licking all over her pussy. I began licking up her juices, then circling her clit with my tongue. After only a few seconds of this I had to fuck her. I lifted myself up between her legs and just drove my dick into her in one stroke.

Sandy arched her back, liftting her ass completely off the bed. I was so close I didn't even think about getting Sandy off. I pounded into her body until I came, my hot seed splashing the interior of her hot pussy. Sandy's pussy contracted and expanded around my dick as her whole body shuddered in her release.

I laid down beside her and pulled her over into the same snuggle position that she and Chris had been in earlier. I kissed her forehead and ran my hand up and down her hip. I lifted her face giving her gentle, loving kisses.

"Thank you, I love you so much." I said to Sandy. I reached over and turned out the bedside lamp as we went to sleep in each others' arms.

  To Be Continued



It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 03



I awoke the next morning and reached over for Sandy. I was surprised to find her side of the bed empty, as I could count the number of times she had woken before me on one hand. I could not lay and think about it though because the piss hard on I had was killing me. (Yeah I was still having those then. Sometimes I miss them.) After answering nature's call, I pulled on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and I went looking for my big, beautiful wife.

I knew something was wrong when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I could see Sandy curled up in the corner of the big tiger striped couch we had, her eyes red and puffy, like she had been crying. I rushed over and sat down beside her on the couch. I tried to put my arms around her, but she curled up into an even smaller ball away from me, which made me upset as she'd never acted like that before.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Sandy started crying again. I rubbed her arm and kept trying to pull her close, but she kept sobbing as I tried to tell her that everything would be alright.

"Please tell me what's wrong. You know you can tell me anything. I love you and hate seeing you like this." I implored her.

"Oh Mikoli, I am so confused about what happened last night." Sandy managed through her sobs. "I cheated on you. When it was just making out and feeling each other up, what I was doing with Chris was exciting and a big turn on, but actually fucking him even though you were watching feels wrong. On the other hand thinking about him fucking me gets my pussy juice flowing. But I keep thinking about doing it with Chris again."

"Oh baby. Come here and let me hold you. Everything's going to be alright." I told her fighting to hold back my own tears. 

"You didn't cheat on me. I was the one encouraging you and maybe pushing you to do it. I wanted it to happen. I got so excited watching Chris fuck you last night. I can even show you the evidence on the closet wall. Sandy, I love you so much. Don't be upset. I love you and as long as you are completely honest with me and tell me everything that goes on I will always be here." I told her.

"Oh Mikoli, I love you so much!" Sandy told me as she started to smile that smile that made my dick stir. She reached up to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around her tighter, my hands moving down to cup her gorgeous full breasts. She started moaning while I sucked on the side of her neck and I knew everything was going to be alright. I laid Sandy down on the couch and pulled her shirt up so I could get my mouth on those big nipples. I was pinching and twirling the right nipple while tonguing and sucking on the left one. When Sandy moaned and arched her back, lifting her ass up off the couch, I knew I could start playing with her hot pussy.

"Take it easy down on my pussy, I'm a little tender this morning!" Sandy moaned.

"I wonder why?" I proclaimed feeling myself grin. "I will take it slow and easy until you let me know different." I told Sandy as I gently eased my dick into her hot, wet hole.

I started moveing in and out with slow, easy strokes while I leaned down to kiss her tenderly and lovingly.

"I love her so much." I thought to myself. "I will die if something happens to her or us." 

After about ten minutes of gentle lovemaking, Sandy pushed me up off her chest, frustration evident on her face.

"Fuck me hard now! I don't care if it hurts I need to cum and cum now!" Sandy exclaimed.

I always did what Sandy told me to do (within reason), so I lifted myself up on my arms and started slamming her pussy with my dick.

"Oh! It hurts, but feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm about to cum!" My dear, sweet wife cried out.

I fucked her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Not surprising, I was very close also.

"I hope you are close!" I moaned out to Sandy. "I'm going to cum!"

"Give it to me! You know how it drives me over the edge when you shot your load up in me! Cum in me! That is the one thing I wished Chris could have done last night." The woman I love and adore exclaimed in a voice just below a shout.

A small kernel of doubt sprang up in my head, but I was so close and excited that it did not last long.

After a couple more fast strokes, I came in Sandy's hot, wet pussy. That pushed Sandy over the edge as well. She arched her ass up off the couch and held there. She started making the moans and grunts I knew were the sounds of her orgasm. After a few gentler strokes, I laid with my dick buried to the hilt. As my dick shrank and finally fell out of her pussy, Sandy and I laid on the couch kissing and murmuring to each other how much we loved each other. When we had both caught our breaths and calmed down from our fuck session, we sat up next to each other on the couch.

"We need to talk." I told Sandy as that a kernel of doubt jumped back up into the forefront of my thoughts. "I love you so much. I don't want to lose you. If my fantasy of watching you fuck other men is going to come between us, we need to stop." 

Sandy nodded as I continued. "The other concern I have is birth control. Since my vasectomy last summer, you stopped taking the pill. Last night was amazing, but we dodged a bullet. He didn't use a condom. We don't even have any in the house. We need to talk about what to do to keep you from getting pregnant or getting any weird diseases. What would you have done if Chris hadn't told you he was cumming?"

Sandy looked down into her lap and her bottom lip started to quiver. She sat for a few moments composing herself. I saw a couple of tears run down her cheek, but she did not start crying.

"I love you too, Mikoli. I don't want anything to happen to us either". Sandy said to me.

I heard it in her voice so I said it. "But?"

"I don't want to stop. It's so exciting when a man tells me how beautiful I am and how much he would like to have sex with me. You knew you were only the second man I'd been with. You were the first to give me an orgasm while fucking. You were so slow and gentle. I think that was when I fell in love with you. I don't really know how you feel or how excited you are thinking about me fucking another man, but it must be close to how I feel when another man comes on to me. I never thought other men would want me. I always thought I was just a big, fat, ugly woman who was lucky to get a man like you. It turns me on so much to get that reaction from a guy. I never told you this before, but sometimes at work when there were two of us working I would get so horny from guys coming on to me that I would lock myself in the bathroom and rub my pussy and clit till I came."

"So what are we going to do?" I asked Sandy. "If you promise me you can control yourself and not get emotionally attached, I won't ask you to stop. We still need to do something about birth control, but because it's your body you can choose what you want to do. You didn't like condoms when we first got together. That's why you went on the pill. After the doctor told us it would be dangerous for you to have kids with your chronic illness and I admitted I was a selfish bastard who didn't want kids anyway, I got the vasectomy. You are going to have to use condoms or go back on the pill. The other thing I ask is that you not keep secrets from me and are totally honest with me. I promised you the same thing when we first started getting serious about each other. You know I've kept it to. Remember the "Connie incident?" I told you all about it didn't I."

Right as Sandy and I started to get serious, I slept with a woman named Connie who I met her in a bar one night. I had had a couple of beers and was horny. Sandy wasn't around for that weekend to give me any relief. Connie approached me which never happened to me. After I had slept with Connie, I felt sick. I had promised Sandy I would never lie to her or keep secrerts from her. I had to tell her about Connie. She was pissed and didn't take my calls for a week, but after we found out that Louie had set the whole thing up, Sandy and I reconciled and eventually married. 

"I'll get some condoms and make an appointment with the doctor so I can go back on the pill." Sandy told me. "I love you so much. I promise to be open and honest about everything. Thank you for not asking me to stop."

After that things calmed down for a while. When Sandy came home a few minutes later than usual with that "I'm so horny I need to get fucked right now" look on her face, I knew something had happened at work. But that's another story. 

To Be Continued...



It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 04



Sandy was a few minutes later getting home one night. I saw that "I'm so horny and need to get fucked " look on her face. I knew something had happened at work. She rushed over to me while I was sitting on the couch and pulled me into her arms.

"I need you to fuck me right now!" Sandy exclaimed!

"What got you all worked up?" I asked as I started helping her out of her clothes.

"I will tell you Mikoli, but please fuck me first!" Sandy moaned as I grabbed on to one of her magnificent 38DD breasts with my mouth. By that time my dick was hard and ready. I reached down to feel Sandy's pussy and was not surprised to find it hot and extremely moist, so I shoved my finger in as she groaned that familiar groan.

"I need your fat dick in me not your finger!" Sandy cried out to me as she lay down on the couch, pulling me down with her. "I'm so horny, I need to cum now. Please fuck me and make it hard and fast."

I rose up and pushed the shorts I was wearing down past my 6" erection. I lined it up with Sandy's pink opening and slammed it home in one stroke. I started pounding her pussy with all I had. 

"Yes! Yes that's what I need!" Sandy was grunting out as I pounded her. "Fuck meee ohhh yess fuck meee! I am going to cum on your big, hard dick!" Sandy cried out, grunting, moaning, and thrashing around under me.

The signs of her impending orgasm were coming from her.

"Don't stop, I'm so close!" Sandy loudly exclaimed. "Harder, faster make me cum!" Sandy urged me as she bucked her hips up as I plunged my dick down into her.

She went rigid as her orgasm overtook her. I continued to fuck her while I looked down at her. Those glazed eyes, red flushed cheeks, and heaving breasts as she came where enough to send me over the edge. I rammed my dick home one last time and emptied my balls into her hot, wet pussy. I continued slow, gentle strokes as the intensity of our orgasms started to ease. I pulled out as my spent member shriveled. We lay down on the couch and snuggled up in each other's arms.

"Tell me what happened tonight at work!" I said to Sandy after our heartbeats had slowed.

"I'll tell you everything, Mikoli. Give me a minute and I'll be right back." Sandy told me.

"I'll go and wait on you in the bed." I said to her.

Both naked, we started up the stairs. My dick started to twitch as I watched her big round ass swaying as she walked, her hand holding her panties to her pussy to keep our mixture of juices from dripping on the carpet. She went into the bathroom which was at the top of the stairs

. I went around the corner to wait in our bedroom. I lay on the bed and waited for my big, beautiful wife. (Sandy is 5'7" tall, wears size 20 clothing, and has those gorgeous breasts that I love.) As Sandy came in the bedroom door I rose and met her with a big, sloppy kiss.

"I love you." I whispered as I slid past her on my way to the bathroom.

"I love you, too." Sandy replied.

After using the facilities and cleaning myself up a little, I joined Sandy in our bed.

"Okay, tell me. And don't leave out anything." I said laying next to my wife.

"Chris stopped by again tonight!" Sandy started. "He's been stopping by every night since we fucked last week. I've been putting him off."

"Why?" I asked. "You know I'm okay with you fucking him again."

"I was still feeling a little guilty about what happened." Sandy whimpered. "The thought of fucking him again turns me on so much, sometimes it scares me. I promised I would control myself, but I don't know if I can. Tonight Chris was so nice to me. He kept telling me how beautiful I am and telling me how much he enjoyed fucking me and how much he wanted to do it again. I was getting so hot from what he was saying that it was all I could do to keep from taking my clothes off right there."

"It was close to closing time and Chris was the only person in the store. I went into the shelves to straighten up a little. Chris eased up behind me. He reached around me and grabbed both my breasts with his hands. He started kissing and sucking on the side of my neck. You know how that drives me crazy."

Yes, I knew very well. 

"I made Chris stop even though I didn't want to." Sandy continued. "I told him if he would wait on me while I closed up we could fool around. He offered to help me so I could get done quicker. I remembered you warning me about having him in the store after hours, after all I don't want to lose my job. I explained it to him and promised him I would hurry through closeout. Chris was waiting in his truck at the front door. I told him to pull over into the back corner of the parking lot. He wanted me to get in the truck so we could go somewhere else, but I told him no. If he wanted me again, he needed to do as I said or I was going home."

"Chris said okay so I walked over and stood beside the kerosene tank. My pussy was already leaking in anticipation. When Chris stopped and turned off the truck, I walked over and opened the passenger side door."

Chris reached up and turned off the interior light and I sat down as he came around to the passenger side of the truck.

We started kissing each other and let our hands roam. He was squeezing my tits through my clothes as I rubbed his cock through his jeans. His right hand went down and started rubbing my pussy through my jeans. He pushed my blouse and bra up over my breasts. He started licking and sucking on my nipple while still rubbing my pussy through my jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans so I could play with his cock. It was so hard. He started begging me to go with him somewhere so he could fuck me. I kept telling him we couldn't while jerking his cock. He kept asking me why we couldn't leave. I asked jf he had any condoms and he said no, I told him that was why. He got angry because we didn't use one last time but I told that I can't afford to get pregnant and my pills won't be effective for another week or so." 

"Wait," I interrupted. "When did you go back on the pill?" 

"I went to the doctor last week while you were at work." 

"How come I'm just now hearing about it?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal. We talked about it last week after Chris left, remember?"

"Well yeah. I didn't expect you to act that quick, though."

"You told me I didn't have to stop fucking Chris, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I guess I did."

"What do you mean 'you guess'?" Sandy was almost screaming at me! "Have you changed your mind all of the sudden?"

"NO! I was just surprised. See how hard I am from what you were just telling me."

"Good because Chris is coming here tomorrow to fuck me."

"What! You know I have to work tomorrow." I exclaimed.

"It is fairly self-explanatory, Mikoli." Sandy giggled. "To get Chris to stop begging, I promised him he could come here tomorrow and fuck me."

"When tomorrow?" I was upset, though I didn't really understand why.

"He's coming by about eight o'clock." Sandy stated.

"But I'll be at work then. I thought we started this so I could watch you get fucked?"

"Can't you get just as excited with me telling you about it?" Sandy purred in my ear. "From the way your dick is reacting, I think you can. Please let me do this tomorrow, Mikoli. PLEASE! I will make it worth it when you get home."

"Okay! You win. You can let Chris fuck you here tomorrow while I am gone. He better not be here when I get home from work though. Plus you have to tell me everything and I do mean EVERYTHING!"

"Enough talk. My pussy is ready to be fucked again!" Sandy proclaimed as she pulled me over on top of her.

I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit.

"Stop teasing and fuck me!" Sandy moaned.

With that I slid my dick up into her wet pussy. I started out with long, easy strokes, bending down to catch one of her beautiful breasts in my mouth. After a few moments, Sandy urged me up off her breast. 

"Fuck me harder! I need it harder!" she implored me.

With that I rose up, put her legs up over my elbows, and started pounding her pussy. In that position she was spread out wide and I could really drive my dick into her. What with her story, the memory of her being fucked last week, and my imagining her getting fucked again tomorrow; I did not last long even though we had fucked earlier.

Sandy had to have been at least as turned on as I was. After my first few spurts up in her, she started making those oh-so-familiar sounds as she started cumming. I pounded her pussy and just held there as she arched her ass off the bed one last time.

I lay down on my side; pulling Sandy with me. As I started to doze off, I thought of something.

"What about condoms?" I asked Sandy.

Sandy murmured from her almost sleep; "They're in the car. I stopped at the all-night drugstore on the corner. I'll bring them in tomorrow."

A tiny spark of doubt flashed in my head right before I dozed off to sleep. I worried about what this freedom would do to our marriage, if I has started something that would get out of control. I knew that I had started this and hoped I could deal with whatever happened.

To be continued...



It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 05



I awoke that particular Friday with my big, beautiful wife Sandy spooned against my back. (Sandy is 5'7" tall, at that time wore size 20 clothes, and had the most magnificent pair of 38DD breasts.) 

I eased out of the bed, headed to the bathroom, last night's conversation bouncing around in my head. Chris was coming to the house while I was at work to fuck Sandy. On the one hand, I was eager and excited about the idea. On the other hand, I was apprehensive and confused; I only encouraged Sandy to fuck another man so I could watch. In my mind that was not cheating, but them fucking without me present did feel a little like cheating. 

We both worked second shift, me in a factory through the week and Sandy at a convenience store most week nights but also every other weekend. It was Friday, sandy was off and I was a little nervous as I thought about the evening's events.

The day went by fairly quickly. "I got to go to work" I told Sandy as I gave her a big kiss at the door. "Have fun this evening. I should be home about 11:30."

"Oh, I plan to have lots of fun." Sandy smirked back at me. "My pussy is already tingling thinking of Chris fucking me."

Another grain of doubt popped into my head at those words from my beautiful wife. "Is she enjoying this too much?" I thought as I drove to work. "She promised to control herself and not get emotionally attached. What have I done? Was I going to lose her from this?" The problem with having a job on the other side of town was it gave me entirely too much time to think while driving. Good thing my job required all my concentration while I was there. For the next eight hours I won't be thinking about what was going on at the house.

Sandy was lying on the living room couch when I returned home at the end of my shift. She started to get off the couch and I thought for a moment that I had awoken her as she moved towards me in a blue flannel nightgown. I was surprised; after all, she had promised me something sexier. I could see two hickies on her neck as she moved towards me.

"What the fuck?" My mind was screaming. "She never lets me put hickies on her neck!"

"Oh, Mikoli, I'm so glad you're home!" Sandy reaching her arms out towards me. "Hold me, please!" she whined to me.

"What's wrong? Did he hurt you? I'll kill the son of a bitch!" I exclaimed, my voice getting louder and louder with each statement.

"No, no calm down. He didn't hurt me. He wasn't you, man that I love!" Sandy wrapped her arms around my neck as she hugged me close to her.

"What about those hickies on your neck?" I asked her. "You never let me do that!"

"It's okay, they'll fade. I'll have to wear those high necked sweaters you love me in till they are gone." Sandy was smiling at me now but her eyes were sad. "You always stop when I tell you to. Chris was so excited that he got carried away and didn't. I couldn't get his mouth off my neck before it was too late, besides you know how horny I get when someone sucks on my neck. It's like there is a nerve from my neck straight to my pussy."

"Okay then! Let me take that gown off you so I can see you."

"About that." Sandy mumbled lowering her eyes to me. "Can we wait until tomorrow? My pussy is really sore right now. Chris wore it out tonight!"

"What do you mean, "Chris wore it out?"" I shouted at that point. "You promised me last night. Look! Look at the front of my jeans." My hard on had tented my jeans it was so hard, not an easy thing, tenting jeans. "I've been hard all the way home from work. You promised me you'd take care of me when I got home!" 

"I'll take care of your hard on if you'll settle for a hand job!" Sandy purred at me. "I'll even tell you a little of what happened tonight."

"Wait! I thought the deal was you'd tell me everything!" I said angrily my voice still loud.

"I'll tell you everything, but tomorrow." Sandy stated to me. "Tonight I'm sore and tired so please let it keep till tomorrow. Pleeease!" Sandy using that pouty, whiny voice that turned my knees into jelly. "I'll tell you about tonight and you can wear my pussy out."

"But, you have to work tomorrow."

"Yeah, but I don't have to close because Vickie is. I'll be home by 9:15, 9:30 at the latest. 

"Okay, okay you win." I said giving in.

"Good, we can go to bed. After I take care of your hard dick, we can snuggle together and go to sleep. Thank you for loving me so much. I love you, Mikoli." Sandy whispered in my ear.

I followed Sandy up the stairs, watching her big ass sway in front of my eyes. I was undressing myself on the way up. I was a little disappointed, but the small head was crying out for relief. I threw my shirt in the corner and stepped out of my jeans and briefs. I got another disappointment when Sandy lay down on the bed with the night gown still on.

"Aren't you going to take that off?" I asked.

"No, not tonight." Sandy told me. "Lay down and I'll jack you off so we can go to sleep."

I lay down on the bed. Sandy snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest. She wrapped her left hand around my 6" hard dick and started stroking it up and down.

"Please, talk to me." I was whining now, desperate for relief. 

"I'll save the whole story for tomorrow." Sandy whispered in my ear. "Like I said when you first got home, Chris wore my pussy out tonight."

"A little more detail, please!" I implored of her.

"Well for one thing, he fucked me three times tonight."

"Three times! How long was he here?" I asked.

"About three and a half hours. He hadn't been gone long before you got home. I could tell he was excited as he came in. My pussy had been leaking juices all day. So I unbuttoned his jeans, pushed him down on the couch and straddled him. I put a condom that I had stuck in the gap of the couch on him. I pushed my panties to the side and impaled myself on his big hard cock. We were both so excited that it didn't take long before I was slamming myself down on him as he was thrusting up into me. He started to cum; I could feel his cock pulse with each spurt into the condom, that put me over the edge and I came big on his condom encased cock." Sandy breathed into my ear.

She then stuck her tongue in my ear while jacking my dick as fast as she could as I spurted all over my belly. 

After a couple gentler, milking strokes, Sandy let go of my dick and laid her head back down on my chest.

"I love you so much, Mikoli. Turn the light off and let's go to sleep." Sandy's voice was low and sleepy.

"I got to get up and clean this mess off me." I replied.

"No, don't get up! I can use this." Sandy told me. 

She turned and got a washcloth off her bedside table. She used it to clean my spunk as I reached up to turn the light off. I wrapped her up in my arms and tried to go to sleep. Chris must have worn her out. Sandy was asleep in no time.

I laid beside her with my mind flying around in every direction. Anger, confusion, disappointment, and especially dread were raging in my head. Had I turned Sandy into a sex crazed slut? What would she do if I asked her to stop fucking Chris? Would she stop, or would she lie about stopping, and keep seeing him? Yes, it turned me on imaging her getting fucked by another man, but I was so afraid of losing her.

When I knew without a doubt Sandy was asleep, I eased her head over onto her pillow. I slid out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. I relieved and cleaned myself up a little more. I slipped on a T-shirt and gym shorts and crept down the stairs. I turned on the TV and lay down on the couch.

I awoke with a start. Sandy was kneeling in front of me, tears running down her face.

"Are you mad at me?" Sandy cried as she knelt in front of me. "Please tell me you aren't mad at me. I'll die if you're mad at me because of last night. I won't do it again!"

"No, I'm not mad." I lied. "I couldn't go to sleep and came down here to watch TV until I got sleepy. I must have dozed off. What time is it?"

"Around 5 AM." Sandy told me as she choked back a sob. "I awoke and you weren't beside me, I was afraid you were mad at me. Do you think you could go back to sleep if you came back to bed?"

"I'll try." I followed Sandy back up to bed. Surprisingly, I fell back to sleep in no time.

About four hours later Mother Nature's call awoke me. I slipped out of bed, used the bathroom, and went back into the bedroom. Sandy was standing at the foot of the bed with her night gown over her face and about halfway off.

"What's that dark color on her breasts?" I thought to myself. I turned the overhead light on and gasped at the bruises now obvious to my eyes.

Sandy finished taking her gown off. "What's wrong?"

"Look at your breasts! Look at all those bruises! What the hell did Chris do to you last night?" My voice was loud again, my anger rising. 

"Calm down!" Sandy cried as she rushed to me and grabbed me in a hug. "He got a little carried away in his excitement. I'm all right. These will be gone in a few days. You know how easy I bruise due to the meds I'm on. He didn't hurt me I swear."

"Okay." I responded as I stood stock-still, trying to calm myself. Sandy was hugging me and planting soft, little kisses on my chest. After I had calmed, I lifted Sandy's face up and kissed her as hard as I could. The thought of someone hurting her tore me up inside. 

As the kiss softened I stuck my tongue into her mouth searching for hers. We tongue wrestled for a few moments and I reached for one of those big, beautiful breasts that I love so well. Sandy stopped me.

"Let's not." Sandy told me with a twinkle in her eye. "Besides you need to save it for later, after I get home from work!"

Disappointed, I went down the stairs to get a bite to eat. Sandy joined me about fifteen minutes later with another gown on, one of thinner fabric, yet not see-through and we sat on the couch, made small talk as we ate. I got up and headed to the basement. Saturday was yard work day. I knew I could have waited until Sandy left for work, but I wanted to get it done before it got too hot outside.

As I was carrying the weed eater back toward the basement, Sandy came around the side of the house. She had on one of her long necked sweaters that hugged her torso and really accentuated her breasts.

"Isn't that going to be too hot today?" I asked her.

"I'll turn the air conditioning down at work." She stated. "Vickie seems to be as hot blooded as I am." 

(Due to the steroids Sandy had been taking, she was hot all the time.)

"I love you. Be ready for a wild night when I get home." Sandy purred as she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

I went upstairs to shower and cleanup. I went to the fridge for some cold fried chicken and a glass of sweet tea. (I don't care what you think. I like cold fried chicken. I have been eating it as long as I can remember.) I turned on the baseball game (Chicago Cubs WGN) but my team, The Braves, wouldn't be on until later. I dozed off on the couch.

It was dark out when I awoke. I looked at the wall clock. 8:30 PM, I must have really been tired. I went into the kitchen and made me a ham and cheese sandwich, grabbed a Pepsi and went back to the couch to wait on my sexy wife. My dick started to get hard as I thought about her. It was torture sitting, waiting, and wishing for time to speed up. 

Finally I heard Sandy's car pull up outside. I was standing at the door watching her almost skip down the front walk, a big smile plastered on her face. I noticed something else. Her big titties were bouncing up and down. "She ain't got her bra on." I thought to myself. "I know she had one on when she left."

Sandy practically jumped into my arms and planted a big, sloppy kiss on my mouth; sliding her tongue past my lips.

"Where is your bra?" My fingers itched to touch her as I lowered my hands to the bottom of her sweater.

"In my pocketbook." She replied. "I took it off in the car before I left work. Are you ready for me to tell you about last night?"

"More than ready."

"I can tell." Sandy's hands moved down my chest and lower. "Your fat dick is already hard."

"Tell me everything." I requested.

"Okay, let's start right here on the couch." Sandy said, guiding me to the couch. "Well, I had my robe on as I heard Chris pull up. I didn't want to seem too eager and waited till he knocked on the door though I was standing right there with my hand on the knob. I opened the door and let Chris in. As soon as he came in he started to reach for me but I stopped him and told him to let me show him what I had on under the robe." As she was telling me all that, I was working on getting her clothes off. 

"What'd you have on under it?" I asked while nibbling on her ear.

"Stop that! It tickles! You know that purple teddy and matching bra and panties set?" Sandy answered me.

"The one I got you for Valentine's day last year?" I asked getting a little angry.

"Yes."

"But, I got that for you to wear for me." I hissed angrily.

"Oh, Mikoli don't be like that! You know how sexy that outfit makes me feel. Besides I couldn't entertain Chris in a ratty, old housecoat or frumpy, old gown could I?"

"No, I guess not." I mumbled and thought about her outfit for me last night and felt a little angry again. 

By that time I had Sandy and I laid her down on the couch and started kissing and licking her breasts. It still upset me seeing the bruises on them, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Keep telling me about last night." I was practically begging now.

"Well, I took off the robe. I let Chris get a good look and basically attacked him. My pussy had been leaking all day thinking about him fucking me again." Sandy moaned as I continued to suck on her breasts and nipples.

"I told you what happened on the couch last night. Do you want me to repeat itttt?" She yelped as I softly bit one of her nipples. 

She arched her ass up off the couch and I took that as a signal. I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed her slit with the head of my dick.

"Ouch, be gentle down there. It's still a little tender." Sandy moaned as I eased my dick into her pussy. I couldn't remember the last time she was that aroused- maybe when we were first together.

"Keep talking." My strokes slow and easy. "I'll take it nice and slow until you tell me otherwise."

"We kissed and caressed each other after we came." Sandy continued. "Chris slipped my teddy off, kissing and sucking on my neck. When it started to hurt I tried to pull away, but he grabbed hold of the back of my neck. I guess he knew it had quit hurting when I stopped trying to pull away. He told me he loved leaving hickies on his woman's neck." I could feel my anger start to rise but she continued. "I told him,'look here mister, I'm Mikoli's woman and if you say anything like that again, you're going to have to leave." She looked at me then, her eyes a little nervous.

It did make me feel a little better, her sticking up for me. But I didn't like the way he treated my beautiful wife and I didn't like where his thoughts were headed. Maybe it was time to ask Sandy to stop seeing him.

Sandy's voice took me out of my head and back into the moment, "Mikoli fuck me harder, make me cum! You know you'll always be the best."

I lifted myself up on my arms and started hammering my dick into her extremely wet pussy. After only a few moments, she started grunting and moaning the way she does right before her orgasms. (My Sandy's not a screamer.) She arched her ass off the couch and started that orgasmic shudder I knew so well. I kept pounding through her orgasm because I was not far behind. I spurted my load up in her as she shuddered.

I wiggled us around on the couch so I could pull her into my arms. We lay gently kissing and touching each other as we slowly recovered and murmured "I love you's" and other endearing words.

After we had both calmed down, Sandy suggested we move upstairs to the bedroom. Sandy continued telling me about the fucking she got from Chris the previous night. He fucked her two more times in our bed, lasting almost an hour the last time. She lost count of how many orgasms she had. I was above her looking down as I gently slid in and out of her pussy again, though I worried a bit at the dreamy eyed look she got talking about Chris. I came again in her pussy from the slow easy fucking I had been giving her. I don't think she had another orgasm. I didn't see any of the telltale signs.

We were both worn out and eased into sleep in each other's arms. My last thoughts were about Sandy and Chris, and how on earth I was going to convince her to stop seeing him. 

To Be Continued 



It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 06



I hated when Sandy had to work on Sundays, but at least I had convinced her to swap with Vickie to work the mid-morning shift so she'd be home around 3 o'clock. I decided to wait until she got home to talk to her about Chris. After Sandy left for work (wearing another of her high neck sweaters to hide the bruises on her neck), I piddled around the house. I did a little cleaning, straightened up the basement, and watched some TV.

"Hi, my love." Sandy purred as she walked in the door and saw me sitting on the couch. "Did you miss me? I missed you!"

"Yeah, I missed you, too." I replied. "I've been sitting wishing the second hand on the clock could go faster." I told her. I stood up and wrapped her up in a big hug then pulled her back down onto the couch with me. We sat holding and kissing each other.

"Want to go downtown to the "Sight and Sound" festival?" I asked Sandy.

"Okay, that might be fun. Give me a few minutes to freshen up and change." Sandy said.

The "Sight and Sound" festival had been a weekend long, open air event downtown in the city with music and video vendors, lots of food and fun on one whole blocked off city street. We spent a couple of hours walking up and down the street; looking at the merchandise. I didn't see Chris and his friends until they were right in front of us.

"Hi, Sandy, how're you doing?" Chris asked Sandy as he reached out and touched her right arm above the elbow. He smirked at me, his delight in my discomfort was obvious. His two friends, who were standing behind him, were looking back and forth between Chris and Sandy before smirking themselves. I felt my temper rise. 

"We have got to go!" Sandy yelled at Chris, jerking her arm away from him. "I'll talk to you later!"

Sandy and I hurried back to our car. I could tell by the set of her jaw that she was pissed. 

"That bastard!" Sandy spouted with venom. "It couldn't have been worse if he had come out and said how much he liked fucking me the other night! Did you see the stupid grins on his buddies' faces? I bet he told them about fucking me!"

"Calm down," I told Sandy trying to control my own emotions. "We can talk about it when we get home."

We didn't talk on the ride home. Sandy had gone from angry to hurt, I could barely keep my eyes on the road as I drove, watching her trying so hard not to cry. When we got home, she ran down the front walk and into the house, quickly moving somewhere so I didn't find her on the first floor. I went upstairs and found the bedroom door shut as I heard Sandy's sobs on the otherside of the door. I tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Sandy, please unlock the door!" As my temper fought with my need to comfort my crying wife. "Everything will be all right I promise! I love you! Please let me in!"

Sandy opened the door with tears streaming down her cheeks. At that moment, I wanted to kill Chris for hurting her and I wanted to make him pay!

"Come here!" I exclaimed as I opened my arms to hold her against my body. "It's alright. Everything's all right. I love you!" I hated myself at that moment, my stupid fantasy! If I hadn't talked Sandy into bringing another man home to fuck, she wouldn't be crying right now.

"You must hate me." Sandy whimpered into my chest. "I feel so dirty and humiliated."

"I told that son of a bitch not to tell anyone about him fucking me!" Sandy's voice was getting louder, her anger growing in the face of her hurt and humiliation. "I'll kill him the next time I see him!"

"First thing, No I don't hate you." I said to Sandy as I stroked her back and sides. " Secondly, I've already had that same thought, but we cant kill him. At least, neither of us could do it."

"You're probably right." Sandy sniffled against my shoulder. "But why not?"

"One of us would end up in prison, we're not good enough not to get caught. Then we'd be apart and I think I'd die if I had to be separated from you, even for a day!" I felt Sandy giggle a bit, her face buried into my shoulder. 

We stood there holding each other. I was rubbing Sandy's back and kissing her face lightly. After we had calmed down, I suggested we go downstairs and find something to eat, scrapping my plans of the quiet dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. I made us some ham and cheese sandwiches and returned to the couch to sit next to Sandy. 

I knew we needed to talk. "Sandy, I love you with all my heart! This is my fault because I pushed you into bringing some one home so I could watch him fuck you. You couldn't help that it happened to be an immature punk!" I told Sandy. "Yes, it was a huge turn on for me, but maybe it's time to stop."

"What do you mean by that?" Sandy asked.

"I wanted to talk to you about Chris today." I explained. "I didn't like what he was doing to you! He was leaving hickies and bruises on your body and not listening to what you wanted and that made me worry. That you couldn't see it as a problem made me nervous that you were getting too attached to him. I was also afraid that you were losing control of yourself."

Sandy bowed her head down. I knew something she was about to say would probably make me mad or hurt me.

"You were right to feel that way." Sandy started. "I was starting to feel something for Chris. NOT LOVE! I only love you! I'll not have anything to do with him from now on."

"That's fine with me." I could hear the relief in my own voice.

" But?" Sandy's voice was lower, quiter..

"But, what Sandy?" I asked getting a little angry.

"It was so exciting for me. Knowing another man wanted me, then having him kissing me, touching me, fucking me. I love how you fuck me, don't get me wrong. No, that's not right! I love how you make love to me, Mikoli, But it is so different being fucked by another man!"

"So what are you saying here?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"I'll stop fucking Chris! But do I have to stop fucking other men?" Sandy pouted at me with that look that turned my knees to jelly.

"What if this happens again or worse? What if you find someone you fall head over heels for?" I asked. "Besides the whole reason for this was so I could watch you getting fucked."

"Oh, Mikoli, I'm not going to fall for another man!" Sandy was practically bouncing on the couch. "I'll be more careful about who I pick next time. I promise if you let me continue fucking other men, I'll make sure it happens when you can watch! Can I keep doing it? Can I keep fucking other guys?" Sandy whispered in my ear with that whiny, baby like tone in her voice.

I wanted to say no and ignore that tone in her voice, but I had never been able to do it in the past and this time was no exception. Sandy began licking and tonguing my ear as she pressed those big 38DD's into my arm and chest. I love those titties-they were one of the reasons I pursued her after Louie introduced us. Sandy dropped her hand down on my dick which was hard as usual and she knew she had won. 

"Take me upstairs and put that fat dick in me!" Sandy gushed at me. 

Everything got back to normal with us. We still had great sex at least every other day, as we were so young and so much in love.

I had forgotten all about our little talk. About two weeks later, as I had entered the house after work and heard the phone ringing.

"Oh no, something's wrong with Sandy!" I thought to myself as I rushed to the phone. 

"What's wrong?" I yelled into the phone. "Problems with the car!"

"No, no, Mikoli." I heard Sandy's giggle over the line as I picked up the phone. "I wanted to call to tell you to get in the closet. I'm bringing home a present for us tonight!" She hung up the phone before I could say another word.

"Get in the closet. I'm bringing home a present." I thought to myself. Naturally the little guy sprang to attention. I went upstairs to wait, turned the bedside lamp on as I took off my clothes and left them in the closet. I peeked out the bedroom window at the sound of two cars in the driveway and saw Sandy with a man chatting and laughing as they made their way up the front walk.

I had done a little closet modification since the first time Sandy had brought Chris home. I had widened the gap between two slats of the bi-fold door right at my eye level. Not conspicuously wide, but wide enough so I would have a better view of the bed.

About fifteen minutes later I heard them coming up the stairs. They were naked as they entered the room. 

"Why's that light on?" The guy asked.

"I left it on." Sandy replied. "I hate coming up here in the dark by myself."

Sandy sat on the end of the bed. She pulled the man to her and lowered her head to kiss his cock. I had not gotten a good look at it yet.

"Oh, Kevin, your cock is beautiful!" Sandy was smiling as she stroked his cock. "Come up here and fuck me with it!"

"So his name is Kevin." I thought to myself.

Sandy scooted back onto the bed and lay back on her elbows. She gave Kevin that "I need to get fucked look" of hers. Kevin bent down to get on the bed, his cock in hand, 7" long and as thick around as a cucumber. He ran his tongue over Sandy's pussy and I could see her moisture from the closet.

Sandy reached down and pulled his face to hers as she moaned. "I'm wet enough, get up here and fuck me!"

"What about protection?" His fingers drifted back down between her legs, rubbing her clit with one hand, his cock in the other. 

"I'm on the pill." Sandy whimpered as Kevin rubbed his cock against her slit. "I want to feel your jizz spurting up in me! Stop teasing me and fuck me!"

With that Kevin plunged his cock into Sandy's hot pussy. He bottomed out in one stroke and started stroking into her with slow, easy strokes and started kissing Sandy's mouth. All the while he kept up a steady pace in and out of her pussy. He bent his head down to nibble on her neck, his hands roaming to her big breasts.

I watched as she bucked her hips up towards him, knowing her weakness for any attention on her neck.

" Harder, faster!" Sandy squealed as Kevin's cock plunged into her body. "Please Kevin! Fuck me harder and fasterrr!"

Kevin obeyed and I watched his hips pump, hearing the squishing noises from Sandy's pussy as he drove into her. I reached down and rubbed my dick.

("Man this is hot! I love watching Sandy get fucked! Look at her face! She must be getting close!") I thought to myself as I spurted my load into my gym shorts.

Sandy had been close. I recognized the grunts and moans she made before she came. 

"I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Pleaseee...Don't stop!" Sandy wailed as she arched her ass off the bed, driving Kevin's cock into her pussy as far as it would go. I saw her orgasmic shudder and watched as she fluttered under Kevin. Kevin kept driving his cock into Sandy.

After what seemed like ten minutes, but was probably only a couple, Sandy started thrusting back up to Kevin's cock.

"Keep that up and you'll make me cum again!" I heard Sandy proclaim.

Kevin did not say a word. He started grunting as he tried to drive Sandy through the bed. I heard Sandy start moaning and grunting. As she arched her ass up to him, Kevin plunged in and held his turgid organ inside her.

"I can feel it!" Sandy exclaimed. "I can feel you spurting up in me! Here I cum! Oh God, I'm coming again!"

After a few nice and easy strokes, Kevin pulled his cock out of Sandy. I could see their combined juices leaking out of her body and my dick jumped at the sight. Sandy's pussy pulsed while it gaped open and my dick sprang back to full hardness at the sight.

Kevin lay down on his side beside Sandy. She turned to him and they started kissing and touching each other. I could not hear what they were whispering to each other and I started to get upset as I was the one that was supposed to get that kind of attention. I was ready to come out of the closet to stop them.

"That was good, Kevin!" I heard Sandy say. "Thank you. I enjoyed this more than you know, but you need to leave now."

Kevin pushed himself up off the bed. He leant down and kissed Sandy one more time.

"Man, he's like me." I thought to myself as I watched him fondle Sandy's right breast during the kiss. "I do that same thing before I head to the bathroom after a good fuck. Wait, did he just look straight at the closet! Oh, shit he heard me in here! I'll have to hit him if he jerks that door open!" I could feel my heart race as I started to panic.

"Can you let yourself out, please?" I heard from Sandy. "I feel so good; I don't want to move!"

"No problem." Kevin's voice was already far away as he walked down the stairs.

I waited until I heard Kevin's car start before I left the closet. Sandy was edging over to the side of the bed and stood up.

"Where are you going? I asked. "I was going to fuck your slutty pussy!"

"You can fuck my slutty pussy." Sandy told me. " But I need the restroom first. Lie down and keep your dick hard for me." 

I reclined on the bed as Sandy walked back from the restroom. I started to get up as she walked back in, but she pushed me back down and climbed onto the bed. She straddled me and slid her pussy down over my dick. I could not believe how hot and slick it was. Sandy started bouncing her pussy up and down on my dick.

"Slow down! I'm going to cum too quickly if you keep that up!" I groaned to Sandy. 

"I can't!" Sandy moaned to me. "I'm so horny! I need to cum now! Did you like my present? Did your dick get really hard? You came while watching me, didn't you? Was that as hot watching it as it was doing it?!" 

"Yes! Yes to all of it!" I cried out. "I loved watching you get fucked!" I pushed up into her pussy one time as my dick emptied my scrotal contents inside her.

"I'm cumming toooo!" Sandy grunted while on top of me. With one last plunge down, she started to shudder on my dick. I loved her glassy eyed, cheeks flushed red look when she came. I loved the way her gorgeous tits jiggled as she struggled to catch her breath. Hell, I loved everything about my big, beautiful wife!

I pulled Sandy down onto my chest and covered her face with tender, loving kisses. I could not remember all the sappy things I murmured to her as she lay on my chest. I knew I kept telling her how much I loved her as we lay on our sides and cuddled after our heartbeats had slowed.

"Did you hear me in the closet?" I asked Sandy. "I swear Kevin looked right at the closet before he left."

"No, I didn't hear you." Sandy answered me. "Kevin probably did look at the closet. He knew you were in there.''

"What?! What do you mean, 'He knew you were in there?'" I exclaimed in excitement.

"He knew you were in there." Sandy calmly stated to me. "I told him. I didn't want the same kind of fiasco as last time. I told Kevin straight up what the deal was."

"Who is this Kevin, anyway?" I asked my loving wife.

"He's a guy I met at work." Sandy started to explain. "I saw how he kept staring at my tits. He was always lingering around talking to me after I rang him up when no one else was around. I sort of let him now I might be interested in doing something with him. When he came right out and asked me if he could fuck me, I took a chance. He knew I was married so I told him that he could fuck me as long as he was okay with you watching. He said he didn't think he could perform with you sitting there watching. I told him you would hide in the closet so he could pretend you weren't there. You saw the results. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

"Yes! I did enjoy it!" I replied. "There's one little thing, I got a little upset. After you both came, you laid together whispering and touching each other and I got jealous. I'm the one you're supposed to be cuddling with."

"Oh, Mikoli, don't be like that! You're the only one I love!" Sandy pouted at me. "I couldn't kick him out of bed. Besides you might like what we were talking about."

"Yeah? What was it?" 

"I was asking Kevin if he thought he could fuck me while you watched from a little closer." 

"What are thinking about in your slutty little mind?" I asked her, intrigued.

"Me sucking your fat dick while Kevin is fucking my hot pussy!" 

"What was his answer?" 

"He thought he could." She replied. "Now roll over here and make slow, easy love to me."

Sandy told me not to make any plans for next Saturday afternoon while we snuggled before drifting off to sleep. 

To Be Continued



It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 07



It had been a long week. My big, beautiful wife Sandy had been torturing me all week with remarks about something pleasurable happening on Saturday afternoon. I tried every trick I knew to get it out of her, but the only thing I knew was that Kevin would be involved.

Sandy ran down the stairs that Saturday morning with her magnificent breasts bouncing free and unfettered by a bra while I finished my bowl of cereal.

"You'll have to worry about the yard later, Mikoli!" Sandy was grinning at me. "I need you to help me clean the house before this afternoon."

"What's the big deal? Kevin's already seen it before." 

"That's not the point!" Sandy scolded me. "A house needs to look nice for company! Please help me with the housework?" Sandy pouted to me in that whiny, baby-like voice that turned my knees to jelly. 

"Okay." I answered dejectedly.

For the next two and a half hours, we worked together cleaning the house. Afterwards, I sat on the couch relaxing, drinking a cold Pepsi. Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich. We had kissed and touched a few times during the morning, but Sandy had rebuffed me every time I had tried to go further. She kept telling me to wait until that afternoon.

"I'm going to take a shower and start getting ready for this afternoon." Sandy said with a giggle. "You can shower when I get out."

When I walked out of the bathroom a while later, clean and fresh; I saw Sandy standing beside the bed wearing a bright yellow sun dress. It wasn't quite "see-through", but I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples as they pressed against the fabric of the dress. The little guy jumped to semi-erect state in a millisecond.

"Calm down, big boy." Sandy giggled at me. "I laid some clothes out for you on the bed." 

Sandy had laid out a dull red pull over, collared shirt and khakis for me, but she stopped me when I went to retrieve a pair of socks and briefs; saying something about me not needing them. I dressed in the clothes she had picked out for me while I watched her slip her feet into a pair of bright red heels.

"Sandy put a lot of thought and preparation into this." I thought to myself.

"Don't take too long up here." Sandy adjusted her dress and headed downstairs. "Kevin should be here soon." 

I sat next to Sandy on the couch holding her hand, nervous and excited at the same time. I heard a car pull up outside and a minute later there was a knock on the door. Sandy directed me to the door. I opened the door and motioned to Kevin to come in.

"Mikoli, this is Kevin," Sandy said. "Kevin, this is Mikoli."

"Hello, Kevin. Welcome to our home," I said to Kevin. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Not right now, thank you." Kevin replied.

Sandy reached out and took us both by the hand. She walked to the couch, pulling us with her. Sandy sat on the couch and motioned for Kevin to sit on her right side, me on the left. We sat making small talk as Sandy alternated from holding mine and Kevin's hands and rubbing her fingers lightly up our arms. I was waiting on Kevin to make the first move and he must have been waiting on me.

"Come on already!" Sandy spoke after a few moments, her tone a little angry. "We all know what we're here for!"

Sandy turned to Kevin, pulled his head to hers and started kissing him passionately. I lifted myself up on one knee so I could reach the back of Sandy's neck and put my left hand on the side of Sandy's left breast. I placed a couple of kisses on the back of her neck before she broke from kissing Kevin.

"Stop, Mikoli!" Sandy implored me. "Just sit there and watch for now. I'll let you know when to join in."

I sat back down beside them. Sandy and Kevin continued to kiss each other and I noticed both had started breathing harder. I watched as Sandy grabbed Kevin's right hand and placed it on her left breast. I watched as Kevin fondled her breast through her dress and my dick got so hard I was afraid it would burst through my khakis. While Kevin caressed and squeezed her breast, I saw Sandy run her hand down Kevin's stomach to his crotch. She started rubbing his cock through his slackers. Five minutes later they were both panting for breath.

"Let's get these clothes out of the way!" Sandy gasped in excitement.

Sandy stood up, pulling Kevin with her. They hurriedly started undressing each other. Kevin lifted the dress up from the bottom while continuing to kiss Sandy while her hands worked at unbuttoning his shirt. They broke their kiss long enough for Kevin to lift the dress up over her head. With the dress off, those beautiful breasts were standing there in all their naked glory. As soon as Kevin saw them, he dropped his head to get his mouth on them and started kissing all over the right one while squeezing the left. He started sucking her right nipple while twisting the left lightly. Sandy was squirming and moaning at his ministrations on her breasts. She had on a pair of red, lace panties I hadn't seen before. 

"Let me take your pants off, Kevin!" I heard Sandy say. "You can get naked too, Mikoli!" 

She unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks as Kevin stood to give her better access and sank down to her knees as she pushed his slacks and briefs down. When his erect member sprang up, she bent her head and placed light kisses on its head. When Kevin's slacks were on the floor, Sandy brought her hands to his hard cock and balls. Sandy was lightly squeezing his testicles while bobbing her head up and down his 7" shaft, her mouth's downward path stopping when it hit her hand. That was only the second time I had seen Sandy suck another man's cock. I had shed my clothes at that point and was so turned on, I was about to spurt without even touching myself. I grabbed the closest piece of clothing in time to catch my ejaculate as it shot out of my pulsing dick.

Sandy stopped her oral assault on Kevin's cock and stood up, pulling Kevin into a kiss. While they were kissing, she placed his hands on her hips and the top of her panties. Kevin got the hint and slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and slowly started pulling them off as he trailed kisses down Sandy's front. He reached her pubic mound when her panties were halfway down her legs, past her knees and above the ankles. He started kissing across the top of her mound then, sank even lower, pushing the panties to the floor. He lifted Sandy's left foot through the leg hole of the panties. He placed her foot back on the floor, spreading her legs wide enough for him to kneel between them. Kevin lifted his head and brought his mouth to Sandy's pink slit and I heard slurping sounds as he feasted on her juices. My dick hardened into another rock splitting erection.

"I need to get fucked!" Sandy exclaimed as she reached under Kevin's arms to pull him up. "Sit down with your ass on the edge." She guided Kevin to where she wanted him. She straddled him and guided his hardness into her moist hole. She started rocking up and down on his cock as she lay on his chest to kiss him. 

"Stand up on the couch so I can get your dick in my mouth, Mikoli!" Sandy told me between moans.

I stood up on the couch and placed my dick in front of Sandy's mouth.

"Fuck me while I suck his dick!" Sandy urged Kevin right before she plunged her mouth down on my dick. 

Kevin started thrusting into her as best he could in that position. After only a couple of minutes Sandy pulled off my dick.

"This isn't working!" Sandy groaned. "Let's change positions! I'll get up on the couch on my hands and knees! Kevin you fuck me from behind while you get here in front of me, Mikoli!" 

We untangled and got into position. "Now fuck me, fuck me hard while I suck his dick!" Sandy encouraged Kevin. 

She grabbed my dick with one hand while supporting herself with the other. She got her mouth on my dick when I felt Kevin drive into her. He started driving into her sopping wet hole hard and fast. I had never felt a sensation like that before. I could feel the force of his thrusts all the way through Sandy and into my dick. Sandy was not actually sucking my dick, she was fucking it with her mouth as she and Kevin pushed and pulled backward and forward. What I was seeing and feeling was so incredible, that my orgasm was near.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned Sandy. 

She didn't swallow and I always warned her before I came during a blowjob. Much to my surprise, she didn't pull off my dick. Maybe it was the excitement of the moment or maybe it was for some other reason only Sandy knew, but Sandy took my hot, salty load in her mouth, catching every spurt. After my final spurt when I started feeling that tingle that runs from my dick to my toes when an ejaculation has gone from pleasurable to a little bit painful, I gently pushed Sandy away while I pulled back. Sandy looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and swallowed my essence, making my dick twitch even though I had come twice already.

Kevin must have started shooting his load into Sandy. Sandy started making her grunts and moans as her orgasmic spasms started. She was so out of breathe from her exertions that all she could do was gasp yes over and over. I watched as Kevin drove into her one more time and hold, his legs shaking before thrusting five or six more times, slower and gentler, before pulling out and falling back onto the couch. I handed Sandy my shirt to put between her legs as the three of us eased into sitting positions beside each other as we fought to catch our breaths. I recovered first so I went to the kitchen and got a couple of damp washcloths and a towel Sandy had placed there. I brought them back to Sandy and Kevin who were sitting snuggled up together. Again that little bit of jealousy raised its ugly head. I brought cold sodas for Sandy and me and a bottle of Kevin's brand of beer that Sandy had brought home. 

Sandy and Kevin had recovered and cleaned each other up by that time. We sat and made small talk. Kevin and I were touching and caressing Sandy lightly while talking. After about thirty minutes Sandy put her hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers and gave me a big sloppy kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth. After a couple of minutes of tongue wrestling, she broke the kiss and proceeded to do the same to Kevin as I felt my dick get hard. After kissing Kevin for a few minutes, Sandy broke their kiss and suggested we all go upstairs to the bedroom. Kevin and I quickly agreed and we both moved to the bed with Sandy in the middle. I lay watching them kiss, rubbing my hand lightly up and down Sandy's left side from her hip to her breast. When Kevin scooted down to get his mouth on her breasts and nipples, Sandy motioned for me to start kissing her mouth. With both of us working on her body, it did not take long for Sandy to be ready again. She pushed me away gently and pulled Kevin up between her legs. Reaching down and grasping his engorged cock, she guided him into her hole. I re-positioned to the floor at the foot of the bed to get a better view of their coupling. My erection was rock hard from the sight. Kevin was stroking his rigid member in and out of Sandy's snatch as she was thrusting up to meet him. Her legs squeezed his waist as he fucked in and out. Her pussy was making a wet squishy sound as well. Kevin was kissing Sandy's face, mouth, and neck as he pumped in and out of her. After fifteen minutes of that slow, easy fucking, I heard Sandy's breathing speed up.

"Get up and fuck me hard and fast!" Sandy urged Kevin. "Mikoli, get up here and kiss me! Squeeze my breasts and play with my nipples while Kevin fucks me again!"

Kevin lifted himself up and started slamming his turgid rod into Sandy's hot pussy. I got up next to Sandy and started kissing her and squeezing her breasts. She reached over and grasped my hardness and started jerking her hand up and down my shaft. We kissed and fondled each other fervently while Kevin tried to drive Sandy's ass through the mattress. Sandy was thrusting her hips up to meet him with equal force. After a few minutes at that pace three things happened. Sandy jerked her head away from me and started mumbling in a voice just below a scream.

"So good!... Feels so good!... Fuck!...Fuck!" Sandy moaned as her orgasm hit her.

Kevin started slamming her even harder as his ass cheeks started to flex. I shot another big load all over Sandy's belly and side. Kevin slammed in one last time and held as he again splashed Sandy's interior walls with his seed.

I collapsed on my back next to Sandy. Kevin collapsed down onto Sandy's upper body. After a few minutes of catching our breaths, Sandy lifted Kevin's head up and kissed him. She thanked him and urged him over beside her on the bed. She went back and forth between him and me, giving us light kisses. After ten minutes, Sandy suggested that it was time for Kevin to leave. Kevin went to our bath and took a quick shower, washing the sweat and juices from our activities off his body. I slipped on a pair of gym shorts when he was done and followed him downstairs. 

After escorting Kevin downstairs, I went back to our bedroom to check on my big, beautiful wife Sandy. She had not been kidding about not wanting to move as she had turned over onto her left side on the bed. I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was asleep. I slipped around the bed and looked down at her. She had a goofy half smile on her face, so I covered her with a sheet and went back down the stairs to catch the rest of a baseball game on TV. I dozed off on the couch and was awakened by Sandy coming down the stairs.

"Good evening, love of my life!" Sandy laughingly exclaimed. "This afternoon was so amazing! I'm still tingling! I'm also starving! Let's go get something to eat!"

"Okay, my love." I was just as happy. 

We went back up stairs and cleaned up a little bit and were so happy as we smiled at each other, lightly touching and caressing each other. We went to the Italian restaurant that Sandy loved and talked about the afternoon's events. She laughed her loud joy filled laugh when I told her how Kevin and I had commented we would have to it again at almost the same time. Little did we know that it would be a good while before we were that happy.

Two weeks later, I had to take Sandy to the ER at the hospital seventy five miles away in a bigger city, that her doctor was affiliated with, the only doctor who had correctly diagnosed that she had Crohn's Disease. For two years before we met and the year that we dated, Sandy had seen most of the doctors in our little town and none had helped her with the abdominal pain, diarrhea, and loss of weight, one even daring to tell her she needed a psychiatrist. After that, her mother made Sandy and appointment with the internal medicine specialist in the big city.

Sandy was admitted to the hospital and stayed for two weeks. I went to be with her every other day while still working. Her private room had a chair that converted into a bed and I stayed with her the entire weekend, eating my meals in the hospital cafeteria. It was another three weeks of recovery at home before the doctor cleared her for normal activities. We would cuddle and make out during those times and Sandy would relieve me manually as I did her. It was okay, but nothing close to what the actual lovemaking felt like.

Sandy went back to work with the same company, but at a different store and almost everything got back to normal. Occasionally I would hint about any guys showing Sandy any attention. She admitted that there were a few, but none she was interested in. My fantasy had been fulfilled, so I didn't push it. I was still struggling with jealousy and wondered if I could realistically watch Sandy cuddling in bed whispering sweet nothings to another man again.

The fear of losing her almost came true. Three and a half weeks after she had gone back to work; I came home to find Sandy lying on the couch. I could see she didn't look well, but still said the stupidest thing at that moment.

"Why aren't you at work?" I asked, puzzled and stupid.

"I got sick and couldn't go in." Sandy sobbed. "I see what you care about!" 

"NO, I didn't mean it like that!' I knew at that moment how stupid my question had been. "I was just surprised! Oh baby, I'm sorry! What can I do for you?" 

"Please sit here and hold me." Sandy was whimpering, so I wrapped my arms around her and rocked us back and forth on the couch.

Thirty to forty five minutes later, I helped her up the stairs to bed. I lay holding her while rubbing her lower belly in big circles until she finally drifted off to sleep. I eased her off my arm to go to the bathroom then lay back down on the bed and surprisingly went right to sleep spooned there with her. Two days later I came home to find Sandy lying in the living room floor babbling incoherently. She had fouled herself and there was vomit on the side of her face. The only thing I could think of was to get her to the hospital so I cleaned her up a little and half carried, half dragged her to my car. I made the seventy five mile trip to the ER in forty five minutes. Sandy's blood pressure was so low, two ER nurses and the ER doctor could not get a reading. The ER doctor told me it was a good thing I brought her in as she would not have made it through the night. 

Sandy was admitted and they found a blockage in her intestines so for twenty one days she was on nothing by mouth except ice chips while the doctors hoped the blockage would clear. When it didn't clear, they did surgery. I didn't realize then how much that simple life-saving act would change Sandy and my lives. Due to complications, it was another three weeks before Sandy could go home. She was still weak and restricted on her activities. 

I didn't try anything that first day as the one hundred and fifty mile round trip was too tiring on Sandy. The next day was Saturday and my plan was to spend it making up for lost time. I awakened first and slipped down the stairs to fix Sandy some scrambled eggs and toast. I carried them with a glass of orange juice on a tray to her in bed and sat on the edge of the bed making small talk with my beautiful wife. I looked at her in adoration, her brown hair cut short, her green eyes sparkling at me, her cute button nose, and her full lips. God I loved this woman!

After taking the tray from Sandy, I scooted up to take her in my arms. I started kissing her mouth while caressing the back of her neck with one hand and caressing her bare arm with the other. When I heard and felt her breath quicken in arousal, I moved my hand to her bare breast. Sandy then did something she had not done since we were dating, she grabbed the hand that was on her breast and pulled it away then pulled back from me.

"Don't!" Sandy spoke so harshly I thought I might have hurt her.

"But, Sandy! It's been so long!" I said to her. "I've missed this beautiful body! I've missed making love to you!"

"You just want some pussy!" Sandy spat at me. "I'm not in the mood right now!" She pushed me away, threw the sheet off her body, and hurried out of the bed to the bathroom and I heard the lock snap on the door.

I carried the tray and dirty dishes downstairs to the kitchen in a state of hurt and confusion. 

"Yes, I wanted some pussy!" I thought to myself. "But, I also wanted to make love to the woman I love. Doesn't she realize that I still love her as much as ever?" 

It was twenty minutes before Sandy came downstairs. She tried to put her arms around me, but I pulled away. Sandy started sobbing softly beside me. It had the same effect on me as every time I had seen her cry so I grabbed her in a big hug while whispering that I loved her and repeating my apologies over and over again. I sat there and rocked us much the same way I had done the first day I came home and found her sick.

We eventually made love to each other that day, but something was different. Sandy didn't get into it as enthusiastically as she had before. She wasn't actively participating like she had in the past, though I made sure to bring her off first before proceeding to intercourse. She just laid there letting me plunge into her. When I finished and had lain down beside her, she turned her back to me. I tried to get her to turn to me so we could cuddle, but she wouldn't. I had to settle for spooning her back as I lightly touched her body. I went to answer nature's call fully intending to come back and make love to her again but she shut me down completely. So my plan of multiple sex sessions that day went out the window.




It Is Not Cheating If... Ch. 07



Sandy had lost a good bit of weight. She was still beautiful to me, but she didn't fit the category of big and beautiful any longer. I thought she would go out and get some smaller clothes, but she continued to wear the same blouses and sweaters from before. She did borrow some smaller jeans and pants from her younger sister. The tops she wore hung on her, hiding her beautiful 38DD breasts instead of accentuating them like before.

Our sex life, which was great before, went downhill quickly. It went from every other day to once a-week, twice if I was lucky. It was a struggle every time, too. Sandy's body would react to my advances the same way, but when I proceeded to go further from the signals her body was giving me, Sandy would resist. That went on for a year until I was finally frustrated enough to bite the bullet and say something. I had been hesitant to say anything, afraid of what Sandy's reaction would be.

"Sandy, I want to talk to you." I said to her one day. "You know I love you, but I'm not happy. We don't make love as much as we use to. You resist every time I try to arouse you. You don't participate like you once did. I have to beg for a blowjob now. Before you would grab my dick and greedily suck on it without me saying or doing anything to encourage you. Is it something I do or say? Do you doubt that I still love you? Do you know what the problem is?" 

As I expected, Sandy started to cry. She sat there sobbing these big, gut wrenching sobs. She wouldn't let me when I reached to enfold her in my arms. I sat there fighting to hold back tears of my own. Finally Sandy stood up beside the couch, took her sweater off, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her panties down off her belly to a point just above her mound.

"How can you tell me you love this body? Look at it! Look at that big, old, ugly scar across my belly! Look at how much these big, ugly titties sag now!" Sandy exclaimed in a shout whipping off her bra.

I jumped up and grabbed her to me and hugged her as hard as I could.

"I do love your body! I love it because it's a part of you! I still love you as much as I ever have! I don't see all those things! I see the woman I love and married! Please don't cry anymore!" I sobbed.

We stood there crying and holding each other. The next time we went to her doctor, (because it is a chronic illness with no cure, she has to go every three months for checkups), we told him about that day. He suggested therapy for Sandy. We found someone for her to talk to and after six months, the therapist had Sandy invite me into one of their sessions. Tearfully, Sandy told me something about her past that I didn't know; that Louie, the man who introduced us, sexually abused her when she was fifteen. He never actually had intercourse with her, but how he would fondle and pinch her breasts, finger her pussy and rub her clit, encouraging her into giving him hand jobs and blowjobs. She told me how she lost her virginity to a fat, slob of a man in the neighborhood six months after the abuse began, how she continued letting both of them use her until she met me two and a half years later, how I was the first man to actually make love to her, how I was the first man who cared about her sexual gratification.

The therapist told me Sandy hated her body back then. She had let those two men do that to her because of that fact. He said that I had changed her from hating her body to if not loving it at least accepting it and that the scar from the surgery and the loss of muscle tone due to the weight loss and lack of activity that allowed her big, beautiful breasts to sag had affected her body image so much that she had trouble allowing herself to believe I still loved her body. I told him it was hard to pay attention to her body when she wouldn't let me.

I had one session with the therapist on my own. He asked me why I had wanted to see my wife have sex with another man. I explained that when I was in my early teens I had accidentally seen my next door neighbor's wife having sex with another man. It turned me on so much that I began paying attention to what was going on next door. Whenever I saw the neighbor lady bring home a strange man, I would watch them have sex. That went on until the neighbor couple moved away about a year later. I also told the therapist about my college roommate sneaking his girlfriend into our room when he thought I was asleep. I would watch them have sex. I would wait until I thought they were asleep to go to the communal restroom to masturbate. I told Sandy about my past in her next session. 

Things improved somewhat after that session. Sandy didn't resist every time I made advances like she had in the past year. It was another three months before her enthusiasm for sex returned. Our sex life rebounded to some degree. We finally got back to having sex more than once a week. Sandy and I were content with having only ourselves involved in our sex life after her surgery. After all, I almost lost her once for good and I didn't want to take the chance of losing her to another man.

As to the remark made in my title, my opinion is it depends on who you ask. If you ask society or persons outside of our marriage, the answer would probably be yes. If you ask Sandy or I, the answer would be no. Yes, marital vows were broken, but everything was done out in the open between us. There were no secrets, no lies, and only a little bit of jealousy. We both enjoyed it and I honestly think it strengthened our marriage. I know it made my love for my big, beautiful wife even greater. I think Sandy came to realize that I loved her for who she was and not her body.

The End