15 comments/ 14628 views/ 4 favorites Sandi's Sojourn to the New World Pt. 01 By: 33WastedYears The events in this story are true - in a sense. The first event happened beyond the shadow of a doubt, it just may not have happened EXACTLY this way. But since she could remember nothing (yeah, right) when asked about it years later, I filled in the details myself. The second event may not have happened at all. But something happened with someone. It was around this time that she changed very subtly, but definitely. After this event, our marriage was doomed. All names have been changed to confuse her into thinking it's not about her. But I'm going to send her the link to the story, so she'll know it's about her. So, I guess that strategy is shot. I'd better forget that idea. But I DID change the names. Know that I changed the names. Note: At various points in the story there is text which is in italics and underlined. This is a monologue which is supposed to represent what Sandi was thinking, but did not want to tell David. It is Sandi's true thoughts. ***** "Did you enjoy it?" he asked. He was trying not to let his exasperation show in his tone of voice. He was being mostly successful. "More than I can describe," she thought to herself, her outward facial expression unchanged. "I felt so alive, so electric. Every square inch of my body glowed with pleasure. I felt like I was born again." "I suppose I did. I must have, we 'did it' more than once," she admitted. "Did he cum in you?" "God, yes, over and over. I thought he'd never quit. I could feel his cum exploding inside me. Every time his sperm shot the walls of my pussy, I would cum again." "I can't remember," she declared, trying to think and relieve the tension that was building. "You can't remember?" he shot back, incredulous. "You can't remember if the man shot his load in you? You never seem to forget to jump out of bed after we fuck and run to the toilet till it all drains out. And you can't remember if you did that to him? Or did you just lay there with his cum running out all over our bed? Did you change the sheets?" "We never did it in our bed," she said defensively. "But we did it everywhere else in the house, but you'll never know that. It wasn't that our 'marriage bed' was sacred to me, we just couldn't wait that long to start fucking. So we just started fucking wherever we ran out of clothes to take off." "That's a consolation. Just everywhere else in the house, is that it? And you can't remember if you stopped in the heat of passion to put on a condom?" "No, I wasn't paying attention to that, and it WAS a long time ago." "I can still feel it as if it were yesterday. I was too busy cumming to notice if he had a condom or not. I wasn't going to get pregnant anyway. My tubes were tied. I just didn't want him to stop pumping that piston in and out of me for anything." "Come on," he said in disbelief. "So you can't remember if he came in you, or even if you enjoyed it? Were you making a shopping list while you let him fuck you?" "Of course not, I just don't remember that." "Multiple orgasms on a huge cock will do that to you." She made sure to keep a straight face. "I'm not asking what color socks you had on, or what you had for lunch that day. These are basic questions about an event that would be very traumatic and memorable in any woman's life. The first time you were unfaithful to your husband and children. Every detail would be etched in your memory forever. It was not an accident, you planned it. You were looking forward to it. It had been building since the start of the semester. It wasn't a one-night stand, you weren't drunk. You were planning on other times to fuck him. You were deciding which activities with your family that you could dump without raising suspicion. It was memorable enough to occupy a lot of your thoughts, which makes it much more significant than you're saying now. And you've never answered the question of why. Did he have a big dick? Did it hit that sweet spot deep inside your pussy that I'll never reach? So forgettable that it was more important spending time fucking him than spending time with your family. For Christ's sake, Sandi, he smoked. You told him it was sexy on him. You crucified me for the same thing. Maybe if would have been sexy on me if I had a giant dick. I knew this would happen. You never had any intention of answering questions about a colossal moral failure on your part. You refuse to be held accountable for the consequences of your choices. Just deny it all and start over. No blood, no foul." "That WAS 20 years ago. And I have tried to put that awful time behind me. Maybe my brain blocked it out for me. "God, I've got to keep a straight face. The only awful thing about it was when it ended." "You've never given me a proper apology either." "I've apologized countless times to you. How can you say that?" "You've given me countless HALF-apologies AFTER I pointed it out to you. You never gave a true apology voluntarily, because you can't. You have to be genuinely sorry to give a genuine apology. It's called remorse. You're just sorry I caught you." "That's not true. I've said I hurt you. I apologized for that, too." "Again, only AFTER I pointed it out to you." "You keep bringing it up, opening up old wounds. Let's just put it behind us. We'll never get past this until you can learn to forgive." "Dear, in order to forgive this wound, you have to stop inflicting it." "What's that supposed to mean? I ended the relationship. It was wrong. I haven't done that again." "As far as you know. But you'll never catch me again." "That's easy to say because there's no way to confirm or deny it. All of your information is on lockdown. Just like it was 20 years ago. You have too many secrets." "I HAD to do that. You were spying on me. Can't I have any privacy?" "You almost caught me. I HAD to change all my passwords. I don't care what you think anyway. I'm a big girl; I can make my own decisions." "You HAD privacy once - and trust. Then you introduced lies and mistrust into the relationship. You never felt you had to rebuild it, you just expected it to be given - like it was before. It doesn't work that way. You're lying to me right now that you can't remember basic things about what should have been a traumatic event in your life. And you think that earns you privacy?" "I told you I stopped it. I never did it again." "Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. You never felt it necessary to prove it one way or the other." "How long are you going to make me pay for that one mistake? You want me to spend the rest of my life chained to this house, begging your forgiveness, groveling at your feet. Just because you can't forgive." "I CAN forgive you. But forgiveness is conditional on repentance, as well as restoration. You have to be willing to restore what you destroyed. We can't simply go back to the way it was, after the trust has been broken. There is more than the physical act of infidelity that needs to be stopped. The lack of accountability that needs to be stopped. It's what led to the infidelity in the first place. "Accountability," he continued, "will restore the trust. It will not be what it was, and we will both have to work at it to overcome all the effects of the loss of trust, but it can be done. You have to be willing to stop destroying the trust on a daily basis. You have to see that it is just as wrong to keep letting that aspect of our relationship go as it would have been to continue in infidelity. The damage was done. It has to be repaired." He was getting it all out. "Many other things you haven't even thought about need to be stopped and repented of, but you just want to go back to the way is was without repentance or restoration. You don't just deserve that carte blanche anymore. You considered it less than nothing before. To repent and restore will take a reversal of that attitude. There are some things that can never be restored. You'll never be able to undo the fact that you gave away the pussy that was mine alone to another dick. You didn't think of me or the kids, all you were thinking about was stuffing that joystick up your cheating cunt. No one would ever know about it. But I DID find out. And if I hadn't, you were never going to tell me about it." "I hadn't made up my mind yet. I was trying to figure out what the best thing was. I needed time to figure it out. I didn't want to hurt you any more than I had. It was over before you found out about it. " "I'll just have to take your word for it, 'cause I got nothing else to go on. No remorse, no attempt to rebuild the trust through accountability to me. It's just your word. But without trust, your word's worthless." "Why do you have to be so hard? I have apologized to you and I stopped that relationship. I make one mistake and you want to hold it over my head forever." "The choices you made, Sandi, have consequences. Mistrust is one. I would love nothing better that to put this behind us. But unless you become accountable to me for a time, there will never be any trust. And trust goes both ways. You have to trust that I'll not hold this over your head forever, are you willing to trust me in this? "When you're not, or late, or not where you said you'd be, that panic will rise up in me. I'll have that picture of some guy slamming his cock into you in a remote part of the Wal-Mart parking lot. Sandi, I was in the same marriage as you, hurting just as bad as you. But I didn't choose to abandon it in the arms of another woman. When you chose infidelity with no outside influence, completely on your own, you abandoned us. You decided we weren't worth the effort to save. Your loyalty was transferred from us to you. And it has been that way ever since. "This is something you did. Even after I discovered it, I could have divorced you - that was my first choice. But I didn't. I never imagined I would ever have to make that choice. And that choice shows I'm willing to work on us. But you just wanted to return to a status quo that doesn't exist anymore - and never will again. All the things that made it up are gone or changed drastically. "We can rebuild it into something special, but we have to be willing to take responsibility for doing our part. And one of the parts is restoring the trust you destroyed. That requires a transparency and accountability you have rejected for 20 years. We have to work together to keep those feelings of panic from coming into my mind when things come up in the future. My part is to trust you more, but your part is proving that you are trustworthy. It's a shares responsibility. That's all I'm asking you to do - share the responsibility with me." We had that argument, or parts of it, countless times over the years. I stood in his bedroom, his dresser drawer opened where I had found the letters she written him only a month before. Until that moment there had only been a fear, a nagging doubt buzzing around my subconscious. Suspicions, unanswered questions and anomalies. But standing here, I had in my hands the undeniable proof of her infidelity - in her own handwriting. When I dropped them on the bed in front of her that night, all she said was, "Where did you get those?" There were no tears, no apologies, no pleas of mercy. Just "Where did you get those?" But she already knew the answer. She knew exactly what they were and exactly what the contained. She also knew they were marital strychnine. She couldn't really say she felt any guilt - because she didn't. That was gone well before the infidelity. A better question would have been "how" did you get those? But she already knew that, too. There was only one place her husband could have gotten his hands on them. He wasn't supposed to EVER know about her infidelity. It must have been "The Dick". It had to be him. Did "The Dick" have a sudden revival of conscience and go to her husband? Whatever the reason, whatever the way, her husband knew now. He most closely guarded secret was out. All she could do now was "damage control". Her mind should have been occupied with covering her tracks but, ironically if flashed back to the first time he came to her. She had to suppress the smile that threatened to appear. Now was DEFINITELY the wrong time. But she had another reaction - one he couldn't see. Her pussy began to tingle at the memory of the first time his mammoth cock slid past the outer ring and slipped into her pleasure chamber. The stretching had held her breath. "Is it gonna hurt? Will it fit?" raced through her mind. The sensation of pain intensified until his cock head pushed through and transformed the pain into instant sexual bliss. Never had she felt anything remotely close to that sensation of stretching. To Be Continued... Sandi's Sojourn to the New World Pt. 02 The events in this story are true - in a sense. The first event happened beyond the shadow of a doubt, it just may not have happened EXACTLY this way. But since she could remember nothing when I asked her about it years later, I filled in the details myself. The second event may not have happened at all. But something happened with someone. It was around this time that she changed very subtly, but definitely. After this event, our marriage was doomed. All names have been changed to confuse her into thinking it's not about her. But I'm going to send her the link to the story, so she'll know it's about her. So, I guess that strategy is shot. I'd better not send her the link. But I DID change the names. Know that I changed the names. Also, you might understand the story a little better if you read Part 1. ***** It felt better that she dreamed it would be that first day she saw its enormous size. It was at a study group session one early afternoon at her house. She saw it as he leaned back in his chair to stretch himself. She was sitting next to him. When he leaned back his pencil rolled off his book, onto the table and into his lap right alongside his dick. The movement of the pencil caught her eye as she followed it down to his lap. The pencil looked like a toothpick lying beside it, small in comparison to that mass of cock sprawling down his jeans leg. She couldn't take her eyes away. It had never entered her mind that a penis could be that big. Somehow she tore her eyes away and peeked to see if he had seen her staring at his crotch. If he had, he didn't let on like he had. In the weeks that followed her mind recalled the sight often. When she made love with her husband, she recalled the memory of that steel pipe, comparing it to her husband's. It was at least twice as long and much, much thicker. She would try to imagine what it would feel like inside her as she fucked her husband. Two and a half weeks later, the study group rotated to her house again. Their last class had let out early, leaving them all afternoon to study. They decided to grab a quick lunch first, then head over to Sandi's. He decided to skip lunch and go for a run instead. Sandi went home to prepare for their arrival. He came directly from the track wearing a tank top and a pair of running shorts that were a little snug. They were perfect for highlighting its size and shape. He loved the looks he got from women when he wore them. Today there was only one woman he wanted to notice. She had been sending signals. He had to see if he had read them correctly. He had. Sandi couldn't keep her eyes off it. The memory of the first time was etched in her brain. This time it was not compressed by his tight jeans. In college she had only been "modestly" active sexually. She had only given herself to two others before she married at 19. And none but her husband since. But she knew for sure her husband wasn't this big. She'd never wondered about another penis before, but for some reason, today she was "mildly intrigued." He was younger that her by 9 years. Muscular, trim, fit and toned. And there, covered with silky shorts was the largest penis she had ever seen, by far. She had no idea they could be that big. And it wasn't even hard. It embarrassed her to be thinking about another man's penis. She couldn't bring herself to even think the words "dick," or "cock." But she had to admit to herself that this was a cock. Her husband had a penis; he had a cock. An equally foreign thought flashed through her mind, "My God, would that even fit in me?" She didn't know where it came from; she didn't think things like that. She dismissed it immediately, but the seed had been planted. During the study session she must have excused herself half a dozen times. She blamed it on the coffee, but the truth was her juices would not stop leaking out. She briefly considered fingering herself for relief, and it wouldn't have taken long, but she was afraid of the smell. She wished she had chosen the empty chair next to him just so she could smell his sweat and cigarette smell. She hated that smell on her husband, but on him it just enhanced the growing fantasy in her mind. She had trouble focusing on anything else that day. She would find excuses to get something from the kitchen. When she would return she would slow down and peek over his shoulder into his lap. He was sitting just inside the door. The thought occurred, "I wonder if he's going commando." Then another round of images came rushing into her mind. The study session was wasted for her. She just wasn't into Chemistry that day, she was studying Anatomy. Once, when she returned with the coffee pot, offering him another cup, as she peeked into his lap, he put his hand down and innocent "adjusted" himself. She thought, "Did he just do what I think he did? Did he do it on purpose?" then, "He wouldn't." She put it out of her mind. The study session ended, people packed up and left. As she closed the storm door behind the last one to leave, she turned around and leaned against the door frame. Her mind went back to "the adjustment." No one else could have seen it. Her breath stopped, "Had he seen me? Did he know I was staring at his crotch all day?" Her eyes flew open. "He knew." The she whispered, "He knows." A flood of feelings and emotions rushed through her brain. She felt suddenly excited. She tried to remember how she had reacted. She couldn't really remember. His hand had lingered there a few seconds. The she remembered he moved his fingers up and down along its length. It was barely perceptible, but it was there. And she had looked up he was staring right into her eyes. She looked away immediately, but she had seen the sly smile. It was more of a smirk, of a "Gotcha" than a smile. The fact is she didn't WANT to look away. She wanted to touch it. It had grown bigger and when he adjusted it, his whole thigh seemed to move. But he had seen the look in her eyes as well. That look told him all he needed to know. He'd seen that look many times. He knew what she was struggling with in her mind. He knew she had never seen anything as big as his cock. He knew she was wondering if it would fit in her and how it would feel. And he knew by that look that it was just a matter of time until her pussy - her married pussy would be his. She couldn't believe he had been so blatant. Such sexual confidence and raw sexuality. He knew what he had between his legs and he knew now that this married woman wanted it. She was typical. They marry for position or money, become disillusioned with the baby dicks and end up frustrated, looking for more. Married women are always better. They were discreet, for one - they had to be. Second, they're not a novice in bed - they know what they want. And they want it all. If you push the right buttons you can fuck 'em for months. You just call them at any time of the day or night and tell them to get over to your place right now. I swear, they will move heaven and earth to get there. They always show up and they're always horny when they get there. He could already see that Sandi would be one of those. She could see that marvelously large organ in her mind. As she focused on it, it seemed to be pulsing in rhythm with the throbbing in her pussy. It radiated outward from her crotch to her whole body. An itching, a burning was growing quickly. She could smell herself. She quickly estimated in her head that she still had more than 2 ½ hours until she had to pick up the kids from school. She had time. She sprang forward and crossed quickly to the couch, shedding her shirt and bra. She quickly peeled off the rest of her clothes leaving only her socks and tennis shoes. She decided not to shut the front door as she usually would - she was feeling naughty. The fantasies were swirling around in her head. She imagined him returning for a book he had forgotten, seeing her lying there naked, walking in and ravishing her. Her eyes were closed; she had one hand squeezing her tits roughly. Her other hand was between her legs trying to put out the fire. She wanted. She fantasized he would walk in and see her legs spread apart with her knees drawn back, exposing her sex to him. She wanted him to know it was HIS cock she wanted slamming into her sopping cunt instead of her fingers. She saw their eyes locked, him ripping those silky shorts off freeing that dick in all its tumescent glory. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Then something darkened the light. She opened her eyes in a panic, looking at the door. He was standing there. He was there! And his hand was stroking his cock up and down. How long had he been standing there watching her? He had seen everything. He knew what she was doing and that his dick was the reason she was doing it. There was no explaining this away. It was no longer her fantasy, it was new and real. He opened the storm door and crossed over to the couch. His hand never stopped stroking his cock. With long, slow strokes which carried with them the pledge of the most intense pleasure. He leaned down close to her ear and said, in a low, erotic voice, "You stared at my cock the whole session." She nodded her head hesitantly. Her hand was still imbedded in her pussy, but was now motionless. You want me to fuck you with it." He paused. "Don't you." Again, the slow nod. He reached down and lifted her wrist, pulling it away from her. He turned it and guided her pleasure-coated fingers into his mouth. He sucked and licked them completely clean. "Your taste is exquisite," he said. He lowered their hands toward his swollen rod, hovering just above, but not touching. He looked into her eyes - into her soul. "You've never had a cock this big." Again, he paused. "Have you?" She shook her head. "You want to touch it?" Pause. "Don't you?" Nod. "Say it." Pause. "Say what you want." "I want to touch it." "Do you?" "Yes." "Then lay your hands on it. Feel it." He released her hand. She held it just above his pulsating member for a nervous moment. Her fingers twitched in anticipation of that first tentative touch. Such strength, such Maleness. This was the first step in the Sojourn To The New World - when the woman touches the cock. She transfers ownership to herself. She rested her fingers lightly on top. After a couple of seconds she began her first exploration of another cock besides her husband's. She slid her fingers down and back an inch. She wrapped her fingers around it and speeded up. She stretched them around as best she could, but she was far from enclosing it. She continued stroking the mammoth lightly. This was the next step in the Sojourn - getting her to stroke the cock. Make her feel its power. It caused a shift in her mind as she handled the giant penis. She took ownership of it, transferring with it her loyalty from her husband to this man. He was her man now and this was her cock. She examined her cock up close. It didn't seem overly long, but she really had no prior experience in these things. She only knew it was much, much longer that her husband's. But the girth was unbelievable. The next step was to get her to imagine and feel the cock inside of her. Her hand was steady as she stroked firmer and faster. It was a solid mass and rock hard, yet velvety smooth to the touch and very warm - almost hot. Its smoothness was interrupted by fat, bulging veins crisscrossing the surface. The head was large but proportional. As she stroked, a bead of fluid appeared at the tip. Her first instinct was to taste it. She lowered her head. He stopped her. She looked confused, "Say what you want" "I want to taste it." He nodded his consent. Another line crossed. She was now following his orders. She ran the flat of her tongue across the slit. When she reached the tip of her tongue, she flipped the large drop into her mouth. Another line - she tasted his fluids. She noticed it was sweeter than her husband's. But he didn't matter to her anymore. Her mind, her whole body was lost in an ethereal world that was blocking everything in her consciousness. It was him, her, their bodies and pleasure. She was changing; becoming a slut for big cocks. She would do anything to please him. Anything that would end with his cock plunging in and out of her. She used everything her husband had taught her in 14 years of married sex, but she felt she was lacking. Desperation was building inside her. "I want to please him so he will fuck me so hard. I want to make him so hot to fuck me that he will ravage me. I want to please him." And she crossed another line in a process she never knew existed, let alone applied to her. She VOLUNTARILY obeyed his orders. "I want you to ravage me." She moaned. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up. His eyes bored into hers. "What did you say?" "I want to be ravaged," she said, louder. "What do you want?" this was critical. Her answer would smash another barrier in her mind. If she was to be his, she had to do so with complete knowledge of her choice. "I want you to fuck me," she said more firmly. "Say it again." "FUCK. ME." Each word was stated clearly and separately, with conviction. "Are you sure?" "Yes." The last question. The last vestige of propriety. "You're married." "Fuck him. I need your cock," she said quietly. She meant it. "Fuck me now and fuck me hard. I want to feel that giant cock pounding into my fuck hole as hard and as deep as you can bury it until I scream. Is that clear enough?" Her transformation was complete. I didn't matter what happened after today, she had forever made her choice. She had admitted to herself what she truly was now and she was OK with it. It would only get easier after this. Not only for him, but for anyone she wanted. Her husband and children would only be a distant memory. They would never be her focus again. Only HER pleasure found in a strange cock. "Crystal. Lay down on the rug. Spread your legs wide. Show me what you're offering for my cock's approval. It'd better be good enough." She did as he ordered, a smile on her face. To emphasize her devotion she placed her feet on the floor and dry humped the air lewdly. "Put your hands behind your knees and pull your legs back. I want everything out of the way." She complied. Then he looked down in her eyes with a look of power on his face. "I want you to understand. I want to be absolutely clear. I am going to fuck you. I'm not going to 'make love' to you. It's gonna be raw, animal fucking. Your cunt will never the same. I'm gonna rearrange your organs with this cock you said you wanted. You won't be able to walk right for a week. I'm not gonna worry about what you want or need. I'm fucking your cunt to get my rocks off. Period. Do you understand?" She looked at him, speechless. "Is this what you want?" She nodded with more confidence. "Then tell me what you want, "he shouted. With equal vigor and volume she screamed, "Fuck me godammit, fuck me now." She was his for as long as he wanted her. She would be a good interim fuck until he got back with this wife. He laughed to himself, remembering this all started because she wanted to help him save his marriage. How ironic. Now it had cost hers. Stupid bitch. He was gonna enjoy fucking her body over and over, anytime and anywhere he wanted. Maybe share her with friends in a gang bang. The possibilities were endless. She would never refuse him anything he told her to do. She would do it instantly and without complaint because he was all she had now. She couldn't live without his cock now. She had abandoned her family and left her old life behind. He pulled his hips back like the hammer of a gun. With no hesitation he blasted forward burying his giant cock balls deep in one shove. It was more like an explosion. At the sudden intrusion her head flew back, her face twisted and she screamed out, "Oh, shit. Jesus. Yes." He only paused for a second. He didn't want her to get adjusted. The first time must be unforgettable. So memorable and mind-blowing to the married woman that she would have to experience it over and over. For Sandi's first time he wanted there to be enough fear of what was coming next to keep her on the edge. He would enjoy Sandi's first cheating fuck. It was all new to her, like she was a married virgin. A frightened dove. He - the hawk. She had made the choice herself. He wanted that clear. God, he so loved that moment when all the internal struggle with a now-discarded morality crumbled in the face of uncontrollable lust. She was screaming out for all the world to hear what had been hidden whispers she dare not allow to even enter her conscious thoughts. She was a cheating slut - and she loved it. There could be no going back to what she had or didn't have before. The transformation was complete, punctuated with a single plunge of a massive cock into the uncharted depths of her married body. Nerves that had lain dormant her whole life, waiting, unused, now fired off all at once, like they were intended to do. It felt like she had been fucked with a cattle prod. Long-silent pathways of pleasure began to respond to the new stimulus pummeling her, as they coursed their way to the pleasure centers of the brain. She couldn't distinguish one sensation from another. They weren't emanating from a single place, but from everywhere. She had never imagined, let alone experienced anything close to this. It was a combination of the size of his dick, the size of her need, and the illicit nature of stolen, forbidden sex that pushed her into a place she liked and would never deny herself again. Regardless of the cost, she had not only crossed, but obliterated a line she would never acknowledge again. It was now just a reference point in her distant past. For the next week she fed her new need as often as she could. She would have taken more, but he was too busy. But she learned she could not be as free in satisfying her need as she had previously thought. Coordination proved difficult and infrequent. She slowly slipped back into respectability and learned to control and suppress her need for the next 17 years. Her relationship with her husband steadily deteriorated. How could she be satisfied with him any longer? She had been to sexual Valhalla. When she "made love" with her husband, she always ended up disappointed. He just could no longer satisfy her. She settled into a cold, distant, disconnected sex life devoid of passion. Mostly it was her. How could he know he would never be able to please her as a man? But he bought toys, lingerie for her; they took trips together, sex games - anything he could think of to engage her sexually. Most of the time there was no intimacy at all, everything was mechanical. After years of frustration and emotional isolation he accepted his fate that she was gone forever. His heart longed for any kind of sexual engagement with her on a regular, sustained basis. He finally succumbed to a life-long fascination with pornography. Half in anger for her lack of intimacy and half in need of something, anything. The women he saw on the screen were willing and eager. He substituted her face and body in their places. Imagining the woman moaning in pleasure was his wife. But this was a poor substitute for what had been taken from him. Unfortunately, it was the best he could do under the circumstances. But by turning to pornography he provided her the weapon for their eventual destruction. As long as she could make everyone believe that HE was the cause of their marital problems by turning to pornography (as a result of his near-virtual rejection by his wife), all attention was diverted away from her lack of effort to rectify the problem from her side. It painted her as a victim, when in fact she was the perpetrator. Sandi's Sojourn to the New World Pt. 02 As long as pornography, with its hot-button nature was still in the picture, she was absolved of any responsibility, except to point to the evils of pornography. She was freed from making any significant changes on her part which would eliminate his need for porn. So, since she didn't have to, she did nothing. She now had the perfect vehicle to hide the fact that she had long ago stopped caring what her husband thought and adopted the philosophy, "If I can't have the big cock I want, the he's not gonna get what he needs, either." But she was no longer the sex goddess she once was. The years had not been kind to her and she had not taken care of herself. She had gained weight, wrinkles had appeared and her hair was mostly gray. But she could fix that. She felt unattractive, though she was revered as a queen by her husband. He still read books, watched DVD's, took her on cruises and trips trying to find anything that would re-engage her in the marriage. But her heart had long ago burned that bridge. She loved him in a way that was more than just platonic, but it would never again approach what she felt for him before "The Dick." She would keep her vow never to settle for anything less. Her husband was now just another hash mark in the body count. Sandi's Sojourn to the New World Pt. 03 The events in this story are true - in a sense. The first event happened beyond the shadow of a doubt, it just may not have happened EXACTLY this way. But since she could remember nothing when I asked her about it years later, I filled in the details myself. The second event may not have happened at all. But something happened with someone. It was around this time that she changed very subtly, but definitely. After this event, our marriage was doomed. All names have been changed to confuse her into thinking it's not about her. But I'm going to send her the link to the story, so she'll know it's about her. So, I guess that strategy is shot. I'd better not send her the link. But I DID change the names. Know that I changed the names. Also, you might understand the story a little better if you read Parts 1 & 2. ***** The sun seemed to bore a hole through the awning, making her want to be anywhere else right now. It was baking outside on a late summer day. The sweat beaded on her upper lip in tiny individual globules. They swelled and merged into a tiny river headed for the corner of her mouth. Yuck! But the Agency required them to take an active role in Community events and do simple health screenings - blood pressure readings, blood sugar levels, things like that. Not hard work but it provided a service to the community. They passed out educational literature, brochures, and company logo trinkets. After a few hours of this, you fold up your portable awning, pack up your stuff and unload it all back at the office. Sandi was almost always there. She felt it was her responsibility as branch manager to be the face of her company at these events. She would raise community awareness of their company, providing possible future business. She was most often accompanied by the Marketer, whose job it was to visit all the places which referred patients to their services. The current Marketer was John. He had only been with them a short time, but in that short time had developed an easy familiarity with everyone in the office. He had what seemed an unusually intimate relationship with the boss, considering his short time on the job. He seemed to have broken through most of her hard administrative shell. He seemed more like a confidante than an employee. But he was an interesting fellow. He had good enough looks but what distinguished him was his personality. He had a unique ability to be funny, even silly, yet be taken seriously. It was effortless. The serious side tended to be oddly attractive to women. The seemed to fawn over him, but he gave the impression that all the female attention was more of an annoyance than anything. That prompted them to try even harder to gain his attention. Some resorted to whispering sexy, even vulgar things to gain favor. Sandi had seen all this and kept him at a "respectable" distance. One day she overheard them talking about what made him so attractive. The word around the water cooler among the girls was that he was hung like a horse. Sandi heard one of her nurses confiding to another that her sister had dated John and swore he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. And he knew how to use it. He had fucked her sister all night on more than one occasion. Unknown to Sandi, the nurse whose sister had fucked him had recommended him to Sandi in hopes of getting her shot at that giant salami herself. That's how he had come to be employed there. He had grown unusually friendly to Sand and she seemed to have responded by granting him greater access to herself. Always professional on the surface, but pointing to something more - or at least the potential for something more. But on this hot, late-summer day a massive shift in the landscape altered their relationship drastically. Sandi was dressed in her company T-shirt, khaki shorts and running shoes, her hair up in a clip, gathered at the back of her head. He wore a company T-shirt of a different color, sandals and running shorts. The only significant thing about their wardrobes is the final item. He wasn't out of shape by much, but he also wasn't as thin as he used to be, either. He looked like he needed a little more running, because the running shorts didn't fit as loosely as they used to. They were almost snug. When he entered the awning, it was impossible NOT to notice the rolling pin outlined in his shorts. It was borderline obscene. Sandi had never seen him in casual clothes before. She knew she should send him home to change into something less revealing, but he lived 30 miles away and by the time he could go home, change and get back the event would be nearly half over. They were already getting swamped and she didn't like the prospect of working the event by herself while he went home to change. That was the "official" story. The "real" story was, the sight of that giant cock in running shorts triggered a flood of feelings from years before. She couldn't stop them. She didn't want to let it out of her sight for one minute. As it turned out, she couldn't keep her eyes off his crotch the whole day. He noticed right away. For a while when she had to talk to him she was trying to keep her eyes up to a respectable level, but it was obvious she wanted to look at his dick. It was a humorous situation that got more and more silly as the day wore on. They tried to be discreet, but really only made a moderate effort. Soon they began playing clandestine games with each other, suppressing the giggles for the most part. He would stretch backwards when he was sitting in a chair, pulling his shorts up higher, exposing the head out the bottom of the leg where only she could see. She would drop something close to him, bend down to retrieve it and "accidently" rub against his dick on the way back up or flash him her deep cleavage, which became almost obscene by the end of the day. They had brought a cooler with drinks and popsicles for keeping cool during the day. She would get a Popsicle, and stroke it slowly in and out of her mouth, like she was sucking his dick, or thrust it between the top of her substantial cleavage like she was fucking it. The space under the awning was very limited, crowded with their tables and equipment. This meant they had to be in close proximity. He began pinching her nipples playfully when she brushed against him. Though it was a hot day, her nipples threatened to cut a hole through her T-shirt. They both knew they should stop, but they were having so much fun, and for different reasons. Sometimes their antics raised some eyebrows. All those feelings and needs from years ago came back in a rush, so that she found it difficult to concentrate. She fumbled with the machines, wrote down wrong values. It didn't help when he rushed over to correct her. He would press that meat rod into her ass, or her shoulder, if seated. A couple of times he subtlety dry-humped her ass. He knew what he was doing was distracting her. She could feel it burn where it touched her - and in her groin. Sometime during the day she finally had had enough teasing and set about to make it happen. She would have that cock inside her - today. The last few hours seemed to move in reverse. They played. They giggled, but she was focused on one thing only. There was a small part of her mind that reminded her she had been a good girl all these years. She had successfully buried those yearnings - until today. The sight of that magnificent fuck tool outlined by those silky shorts was too much for her to ignore. It was so blatant she COULDN'T ignore it. The sexual games added fuel to her fire. She had to have it. She WOULD have it. She deserved it. Now, how to make it happen. She decided it would happen when they took the equipment & supplies back by the office. They packed up, drove to the office unloading, then put everything away. "I'm so hot, John. Get us a Dr. Pepper and some ice and bring it to my office. We'll talk about the things that came up today." "Be right there. I need something myself." "It was so hot out there I wished I could strip down to just my shorts. You looked hot, too." "I was. Yeah, we need to talk about what I learned today. There's something I'd like to bring up with you. I have a suggestion that could be a win-win situation for both of us. But, we'll talk." The sexual overtones were intentional and not missed by either of them. Sandi began to put her plan into motion. She went into the restroom on the other side of the office by the back way to avoid John. She closed the door, but left it ajar a few inches. She turned to see if she could be seen in the mirror from the hall. She peeled off her sweaty T-shirt, followed by her damp bra, dropping them on the toilet seat behind her. She checked the mirror again to see if he had come around the corner in search of her yet. He hadn't. She knew it would be any second. She wet some folded paper towels and began slowly, systematically wiping her breasts. She felt they were her best feature. She gave special attention to the nipples. She wanted him to see her like that. True, it was blatant want. And with the door ajar like it was, there was no way he would miss her. She had her shoulders pulled back to showcase those glorious 38DD's. They were firm and full. The cool water and her excitement stiffened her nipples until they stuck out obscenely, just like she wanted. She wanted him to see the physical signs of her excitement. She felt so alive. "Sandi?" he called out as he rounded the corner. He froze in mid-stride, his eyes locked onto her reflection in the mirror as she had planned. He backed up around the corner to hide, giving him time for a long look without being seen. Her naked tits were magnificent. Better that he'd fantasized about them many times. He watched her for a few more seconds as she moved the paper towels over the mounds of her tits, her ribs, and the plains between them endlessly. They looked so firm and perfectly shaped. She leaned over the sink, running the towel under the cool water. Her tits hung down, jiggling as she rubbed the towel between her hands. "This is too easy," she thought. He was fully hard now with 3" of his aching dick sticking out the leg of his shorts. He knew then that it was going to happen today. They had played sexual games all day. The signs were unmistakable. She was a bitch in heat. She wanted him. This display was not accidental. "OK, John. Give the Lady what she's asking for," he muttered to himself. This wasn't the first time a married woman had thrown herself at him. He knew what to do next. He waited until she was looking down and quickly crossed the hall and put his back against the wall. She couldn't see him. He stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He tiptoed quietly down the wall, his cock bobbing up and down like a witching stick, except he wasn't after water, he was after married pussy. He got to the edge of the door on the hinge side. With his left hand he pushed to door open until it was open all the way. Just as he was about to turn and grab her, she emerged through the door completely naked and faced him. "It's not nice to sneak up on a naked woman." "Who said I was gonna be nice?" He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth for a full minute. They were still kissing, but his hands slid down her back and cupped her full, round, meaty ass with both hands. He kneaded them roughly and jerked her pelvis against the flagpole between them. She rubbed her belly back and forth feeling its size. He wasn't much taller than her, but the tip of his cock touched the underside of her tit. It felt like a log - hard and huge. She wormed her hands between them, surrounding this gloriously huge salami. She was going to enjoy this. He returned the favor by palming her tits in his hands, concentrating on the sensitive nipples. He pinched them, pulling them away from her body. She pulled back, away from the intense sensation. She broke free. She dropped to her knees. She had to bend backward to avoid getting her eye put out. She stared at it for a few seconds as if it hypnotized her. It was so beautiful. This one was different than the first one. This one was long AND thick. She held in her hands the rocket that was going to blast her into orbit. God, she wanted it so bad. She flicked her tongue across the corona. He shivered. She sucked the head into her mouth like a grape, in one motion, and immediately sucked hard on it. He pushed her head away. It was too hard, too intense. Her eyes came up slowly, locking on his. A wicked, playful smile spread across her face. "I'll remember that, bitch," he thought to himself. She slid the flat of her tongue back and forth against the underside of his cock. She brought her hand up and cupped his balls while her tongue scoured the surface. Then she started a single lick from the bottom of his balls, up and over, wiggling her tongue up his dick, continuing up to the tip. She took the head in her mouth slowly, tenderly taking in as much of the great, giant shaft as she could. With half of the anaconda down her throat, she slipped her thumb and fingers around the exposed shaft, and began stroking it up and down, her circled fingers following her lips, copious spit drooling down the shaft onto his balls. He was appreciative. His head was back. He maintained his balance by holding his hands on her ears, following her up and down on his dick. He wasn't forcing anything, just making sure it kept going. He stopped her when he was getting close. "I want to shoot this somewhere else." "Oh, you do?" she said playfully. "And where might that be, may I ask?" With that he grabbed under her arms, pulling her to a standing position. His jaw was set as he spun her around by her shoulders. She didn't understand what he wanted her to do and looked at him quizzically over her shoulder. He drew his hand back and smacked it hard, on her ass, leaving a distinct handprint. She let out a little yip, looking genuinely shocked, but she didn't complain, staring into his eyes. He once again took her shoulders, moving her in front of the toilet and pushed forward on the back of her neck. Then he smacked her other ass cheek. She knew what he wanted. He had no way of knowing this was her favorite position. She bent over sticking her ass in the air wagging it from side to side, taunting him. He ignored the bait smacking her ass repeatedly, alternating cheeks. She raised her head up, arching her back. Her eyes were closed with a look of euphoria on her face. She was taking shallow breaths in and out through her teeth. It was time. She was ready, he observed. He centered his torpedo behind her full, luscious ass, following her crack down to where the center of her femininity was being lewdly displayed. It looked like a helicopter landing pad from the rear. He aimed his missile at the center and plunged half his cock in before she pulled forward, stopping all forward progress. "Easy, there, big boy. You're the biggest thing that's ever been in there. Just give me a minute to stretch it out. Believe me; nothing is going to stop me from taking it all." "Payback time," he said to himself. "Sure, bitch; I'll slow it down for you." He pulled out leaving only the head in her. Then be began his conquest of another married pussy. He had originally planned on just fucking her, but now he was going to own her. He knew how to do it. He would go so slowly until she begged him for it. She shoved her ass back to get more penetration, wanting it deeper. When he had broken her will and made her his cock slave, then he would rut her like a whore. But not until she begged for his cock. He move it in only an inch, then pulled it out slowly. He did this for the next 10 minutes, speeding up as the time passed, but still only an inch. She moaned and writhed under him, but said nothing. He moved it in another inch then pulled it out 2", in 2", our 2". Speeding up as he went. She was now whimpering. He smacked her ass hard when she tried to jerk back on his cock trying for deeper penetration. He repeated the cycle at 3", after which he reached around and seized her tits roughly. She jumped and pushed her pussy back on his shaft. He pulled out all the way and brutally pinched her nipples. "Bad girl." She whimpered again. He was breaking her down. He put his cock back just inside her opening and began rocking in and out 2" again. Her thighs were trembling as her pussy oozed down the insides. She did not want to give in. It was a battle of wills, The outcome was already decided. He knew that her need for his big cock to be inside her was greater that her will to resist. All he had to do was wait. She would be broken. She wanted to be broken. She needed it too badly. Her resolve was already weakening. She was being betrayed by her burning addiction. She was nearly at the end of her willpower. She ached to feel the uncontrolled explosions of fireworks going off, encompassing body and soul. That's what she remembered. That's what she wanted now. "Why is he doing this to me? Can't he see I need to be fucked hard?" Her will was crumbling. "Is he trying to break me? Is that what he wants before he'll fuck me? What good is winning the battle if I don't get fucked like I crave. I have to have it. I know it, he knows it. I'll do anything. Anything he wants. Who am I kidding; I AM a slut and a big cock whore. I'm a slave to big dicks. I can't stop now. His cock owns me. I don't care, I just want that cock in me." "Please," she squeaked. Her vulnerability sounded thru. "Did you say something?" A silent pause. "Sandi?" "Fuck me, godammit!" she screamed. "I thought so, bitch. I thought you'd come around. You know I own your pussy now. It's mine." He slapped her ass hard. "Isn't it, bitch?" Another slap. "Yes." She grunted. "Who does this pussy belong to?" Slap. "You, John. Only you." "Damn right. And I'm gonna use it to make me feel good." Slap. "And you're gonna do everything I tell you to do. Aren't you, bitch?" Slap. "Yes, John. Yes." "And you're gonna love everything I do for you? Aren't you, bitch?" Slap. "Yes, John. Please...just fuck me now. I need it. I need it so bad." He pulled out of her pussy completely, planting himself on the balls of his feet, preparing for the onslaught about to happen. She had no clue. He reached up and wound his fingers in the hair on the back of her head. He tightened his grip and pulled her head back. This caused her back to arch downward, sticking her pussy up at a better angle. He also noticed it pushed her tits out. They were begging to be handled, so he did, pinching the nipples. While he distracted her with this, he was lining himself up once again. The onslaught came out of nowhere for her. She had no warning, she felt nothing preliminary. She was concentrating on the exquisite pain from her nipples. Then the next instant felt like her body had been inverted, filling in every crevice of her pussy. He had plunged balls deep in one stroke. It was hard. His hips smacked loudly and her ass jiggled uncontrollably at their first explosive contact. He wanted maximum penetration on that first stroke. Sexual blitzkrieg. Once inside, he only paused a second for effect. He had wanted to feel her total surrender. Wanted to feel her holding her breath, suspended in anticipation of something, whatever it was that was coming next. He drew his hips back and began the savage attack that lasted for the next 20 minutes. She was in constant orgasm from the first stroke. Somewhere in the first 15 minutes she had passed out from pleasure overload. He wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her up. Her knees wouldn't hold her up anymore. Her massive tits were flailing wildly. The sounds she made can only be described as gurgles. After 20 minutes he laid her down on the couch in the lobby. She was still naked, sweaty, with his cum leaking out of her ravaged hole mixed with her own juices. Sandi's Sojourn to the New World Pt. 03 She remained semi-conscious for 30 minutes while coming slowly back to earth from where pleasure lives. She became aware of her nudity and attempted to pull herself up. She slumped back down. He didn't appear to be there. She reached her hand down to her crotch and felt the swamp that was her pussy. She had leaked all over the couch. That would be a challenge to explain and remove. She rolled off the couch onto the floor landing on her knees. She used the arm of the couch to pull herself up and staggered naked down the hall to the bathroom. It reeked of her musk. She stood in front of the mirror assessing what she saw. There was something on her chest. Words written in a permanent marker. She concentrated a few seconds until she could read the letters backwards. "Big Cock Slut" was written above her left tit. "John's Tits" was over the right. On her abdomen was an arrow pointing downward. Just above it "Big Cock Pussy" and "Any Big Cock Enter Here" Her jaw dropped. How would she explain this to her husband? Pajamas tonight and go to bed early. He had left, not knowing how she would react to her being taken like he did, her being married and all. Maybe she would have second thoughts and fire him. He also didn't know that her need for big cock had reawakened. The next couple of months found them fucking every chance they got. She just could not get enough of his huge prick. They would meet at an out-of-the-way place after work and fuck until he couldn't get it up anymore. He often wondered what she told her husband about all her time away from home. He didn't want to get shot by a jealous husband. But that wasn't his problem. HIS problem was that she became so demanding he couldn't keep up with her. She was insatiable. He finally had to quit and find another job just to recuperate. This liaison was a turning point. After that she decided her marriage was not salvageable in any form and began the process of ending her emotional attachment to her husband. She set things in motion to establish her own financial future apart from him. And finally, she decided she would not deny her addiction - which had grown. She would no longer avoid the admission to herself (nor did she want to) that she was a cock whore. She was afraid to admit it to herself before, but this liaison proved unequivocally that she craved dicks. And size was really irrelevant. She discovered she craved the illicit side of sex with a strange cock. It fulfilled her. And she knew it had always been there inside her. She chuckled at the pun. But she was comfortable with it, just like she had been when it had first awakened all those years ago. For a while she justified her actions by saying to herself that she deserved it. A consolation prize for having to put up with her husband's substandard prick for all those years. She felt a sense of loss for all those wasted years with him. All those dicks that were out there that she could have had. Anytime. Anyplace. She had learned that she adored having her body penetrated. She finally divorced her husband and spends most of her time alone - which is fine with her. When she wants some cock, she goes out and finds one. Too bad they're all attached to a man. Dammit! It's her life. You only get one.