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Sandie

By: silverace1



Introduction

Sandie had just turned eighteen a month ago but she was so tiny – barely 5' 1" – and with such a pixy face, that she could have passed for 12 or thirteen. Adding to the image of youth was her long sleek black hair, which hung straight to her waist. Whenever I saw her lounging by their pool in her one-piece bathing suit over our neighbouring fence, I swore she had no breasts to speak of.

She was a very shy girl and even when I initiated a casual wave or hello while I was working in my garden or cutting the grass, the best I would receive in return would be a wan smile or slight wave. She never had friends over that I could see.

Chapter One

One morning (as a semi-retired man in my early fifties having made a small fortune before the dotcoms' took their dive, I had lots of home time), there was a knock on my front door. I put down my paper and coffee cup and walked from the kitchen to answer the door. Standing on the stoop was Samantha, Sandie's mother. I had met Sam at a couple of Neighbourhood Watch meetings and a few times in the mall or grocery store and we had even stopped to have a coffee together after one such meeting. At that time, she told me about Sandie and her loneliness since her father had left the scene some three years before.

"Good morning, Charles. Have you a moment to spare?"

"Of course, Sam. Would you like a coffee – it's fresh in the pot?" I offered.

I pointed her to the kitchen and followed her nicely turned out form down the hallway. Samantha is a well-proportioned woman in her mid forties with short blond hair (slightly streaked with grey) and sadness in her eyes. The hurt from her husband's betrayal with his much younger secretary (a tale so trite but so often true) was still obviously hurting. I had never become more than a friend to her since I wasn't ready for a relationship of any kind nor was she. Besides, I was quite content with my lifestyle; I was well off financially and I occasionally accepted short-term consultancy contracts that often involved travel to exotic locales.

After we were settled at the butcher-block kitchen table with the warm sun streaming through the open patio doors, I asked what was on her mind.

"I hope you don't mind me unloading on you Charles but I am worried about Sandie"

"Please tell me about it and I will see if I can help. You know that I think the world of that little girl. She has a great future before her"

"That's partly the problem" I refilled her coffee mug as she continued. "Sandie is still so naïve and shy and afraid of her own shadow that I am truly afraid for her when she goes off to college in the fall. She has been in a blue funk since her father left – she worshipped the bastard – and since then she has retreated so far into herself that we hardly talk any more. I fear that she will be taken advantage of in so many ways"

"I must admit Sam that I don't see how I can help you out"

"I am embarrassed to ask this favour of you, especially since we are not that close but I am truly desperate. My baby needs a father figure - a man she can talk to and learn from. I was hoping that since you at least know her – we have been neighbours for 8 years – and she knows you that you might be willing to try to connect with her. If there were any other relatives I could turn to, I would"

Sam looked so distraught that I thought tears were on the way so I handed her some Kleenex and let her work it out.

Once she had recovered, I asked what she had in mind. Since there was three months left before Sandie left for college back east, Sam was thinking that I might start with visits to their place and engage her daughter in some grownup conversation and then progress to the point of going out for coffee or dinner until she finally opened up. This was not a bad plan in as far as it went but I had my doubts as to its success in such a short time - to undo three years of harm in three months?

We agreed that I would come to their place for dinner the following night at 6:00 and stay for a few hours into the evening to try and see what happened. I was willing to invest the next three months in such a challenge since I truly felt sorry for the deal mother and daughter had been dealt. So the deal was struck – I was soon to be a father figure, something completely foreign to me since I had never married and had children of my own. I guess I was just too tied up in business and making money to have the time or inclination. Dating (with the occasional overnighter) had suited my purposes to now.

Chapter Two

The next evening, I arrived at their door at 6:00 as agreed. I was wearing tan slacks and a black turtle neck sweater with black loafers. Sandie opened the door and I was once again overcome by her natural radiance. She was wearing a light green sundress with her hair shining in cascades down her back. She was barefoot and shyly smiled a greeting to me "Good evening Mr Roberts"

"Please, Sandie. Mr Roberts makes me feel so old; please call me Charles?"

I thought for a moment she almost smiled and I could see the words forming on her lips 'But you are old' but instead she bespoke in the sweetest soft voice "of course. Charles"

She closed the door and we went together into the kitchen where the smells of home cooking invaded my senses and started my mouth watering. I'm a pretty good cook but it seemed that Sam had gone the extra mile to make me feel at home. We spent a very pleasant evening discussing a whole bunch of relatively innocuous subjects until around eight-thirty. I left but was invited back several more times in the next couple of weeks. Each time, Sandie became more and more animated and open and once even sat on the front porch with me after dinner (while her mother cleaned up) and told me a little about her father and how she felt lost about his leaving. She cried openly that night for the first time (as I learned later from Sam) and I held her and comforted her until she stopped sobbing. She kissed me on the cheek and ran into the house with a whispered good night. 

Finally, about a month and a half of these dinners – I had even ventured to cook for them at my house a couple of times but we agreed that Sam was the better cook – I was over at their house again. At that time, since Sandie had become so much more relaxed, I took the lead from Sam's look and asked Sandie if she would favour an old fellow by she and her mother joining me for dinner the following night. We would go out to my favourite restaurant for dinner and perhaps a little dancing. She was hesitant at first but seeing her mother's enthusiasm she soon agreed.

The next evening, dressed in my best pin striped suit, I picked my dates up for the evening. Sam was wearing a simple black dinner dress while she and Sandie had been shopping that day for her special dress. It was bias cut leaving one shoulder bare and in muted vertical multi-coloured stripes that gave her the appearance of added height. The colours were like a rainbow and the hem ended about two inches above her knees. With 3" heels finishing off the ensemble, she looked very much the young woman she was. She blushed prettily as I complemented her and helped the two ladies into my Cadillac Seville. 

Chapter Three: 

Dinner was wonderful! Sandie and her Mum were pampered and fussed over by the owner and staff of Prado, my favourite Italian restaurant. We went with the chef's recommendations for the full meal and were chatting incessantly throughout. Sandie was really opening up and feeling surer of herself already. It probably helped in loosening tongues and inhibitions that we managed to finish a couple of bottles of wine with dinner.

As our plates were cleared, the lights were dimmed even further and the small orchestra began to play. I started by asking Sam to dance and as we traversed the floor, she thanked me for doing this for Sandie. I assured her that I was enjoying myself as much as the both of them and that it had been a long time since I had been out with one, let alone tow, such beautiful women. It was Sam's turn to blush and she hugged me and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

I walked her back to the table and held out my hand to Sandie; she hesitated, looked at her mother for approval and then rose gracefully and into my arms. I held her gently and as we glided around the room, she laid her head on my chest and sighed deeply. 

"Thank you Charles for such a beautiful evening" she whispered.

I kissed the top of her head – what a wonderful sweet fragrance she was wearing – and drew her snuggly into my arms as we glided around the dance floor to the slow melodic tunes. I could almost feel her heart beat against my chest and as she pressed herself closer, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I tried to think about anything to take my mind of this nubile beauty who was so young and fragile but she seemed to press even harder against me. I was sure it was the wine that had lowered her defences and made her this aggressive but I couldn't help responding.

We danced together – with Sam's tacit approval judging from her nods and smiles from the table – until the band shut down for the night. I held her hand and led Sandie back to the table to collect her mother and we headed for home. I walked them both to the door and received a soft kiss of gratitude from Sam who entered the house first. That left just her beautiful young daughter outside in the balmy summer night with me and suddenly, Sandie raised up on her toes, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. 

I was taken aback by her display of affection by didn't hesitate to hold her tightly and return the fervour of the kiss. Who knows how often I would have such an opportunity in my lifetime?

With a final kiss and words of thanks whispered in my ear, she turned, smiled and ran into the house, I stood, somewhat stunned, on the porch before returning to my car and driving next door and home.

Chapter Four: 

After undressing, I pulled on my silk robe and sat in the reading chair by my bedroom window. Turning on my small reading lamp, I picked up the novel I was working on to try and get that last kiss out of my mind. What was I thinking? She was young enough to me my daughter (if I had one) and I was getting disgustingly horny for a veritable child!

Out of the periphery of my vision, I saw a light flick on across the space between my house and Sam's. It was on the second floor directly across from mine and the shades weren't drawn. I saw a shadow pass before the light and suddenly, Sandie appeared! She was still wearing the dress that showed her figure so well but was in the process of undressing. I quickly turned off the light but was unable to tear my eyes from the vision before me. A mere twenty feet separated us and I could see her glowing face clearly. She was dreamily looking into the mirror facing the window with her back to me.

Slowly, she reached behind her and unzipped the dress letting it fall off the one shoulder to the floor. It became immediately obvious that she hadn't worn a bra that night – why hadn't I felt that while we were dancing? All she was wearing now was a tiny patch of silk bikini panties and as she bent at the waist, she drew these slowly over her beautiful bum and down those sleek young coltish legs. 

She stood and slowly turned to the window as if no one could see her and I was awestruck – and fully erect – as I gazed over her lithe young body. Her breasts were small cones topped with cheery pick aureoles and firm little nipples. She was firm and toned from her morning runs and I could see just the tiniest trace of darkness at the juncture of her thighs. She looked like a child-woman and I was very turned on. At the same time I felt guilty for being no better than a pervert for invading her privacy.

I was about to leave the window when she did the most unexpected thing. She came to the window and pressed her fully body against the glass. Since her window was almost floor to ceiling, I could see her in all her glory. She knew I was watching her!

I could see the gleaming of her obvious arousal at being watched as it streamed down her thighs. She turned and pulled a chair right in front of the window and sat with her feet splayed on the sill. Her window was open, as was mine, to let in the seasonal breezes so the view was unobstructed. As she reached to gently stroke her breasts, she looked straight into my darkened room. Taking it as a signal, I flicked on my light and turned my chair towards the window as I doffed my robe.

Her mouth opened in wonderment as she gazed on my fully erect member and the precum flowing freely forth. It was her first, and even at a twenty feet distance, she was impressed. Although I am only a slim 7 ½ ", and not a young man any more, this did not seem to bother her in the least. 

Chapter Five: 

Her hands moved to her almost bald pussy and pulled the labia apart. Even from this distance, I could see the deep pinkness inside and I slowly started to stroke myself. As I did, she released her pussy and reached to her side. She lifted a portable phone and started to dial; the phone beside me started ringing and I grabbed it so fast, I almost fell off my chair.

A throaty voice echoed in my ear "Hi Charles! Do you like what you see?"

I croaked "Of God, Yes!"

"Can I come over to play?" she giggled.

"What about your mother?' I asked worriedly.

"Let her find her own man! Besides, with all that wine, she is out for the night and half the morning. Go downstairs and unlock your back door right away" she ordered.

Where was the shy little girl from only weeks ago, I wondered as my cock led me down the stairs to the kitchen? I barely arrived and unlocked the door when Sandie sauntered in as calm as could be and as naked as she was a moment ago.

She leapt into my arms and wrapped her slim legs around my waist as she nibbled on my ear lobe and whispered "Which way to the bedroom, lover?" I laughed as I locked the door and carried the light as a feather nymph upstairs to my bedroom and dropped her on my bed. I turned off the light by the window, lit a candle beside the bed and climbed onto the bottom of the bed. 

I slowly crawled towards her as she leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs. Once again, her hands split her outer labia and I could see the pearly drops of cum covering the fleshy flaps as well as coating the inner most folds. As Sandie reached behind her knees to pull her legs higher and further apart, I lay within inches of this paradise being offered to me and blew lightly across the heated opening. This drew a deep sigh from her and she begged me to taste her. She wanted me to be her first lover and I was so honoured, never mind turned on!

Her musky arousal permeated my nostrils as I bent to the joyous task before me. I slowly lapped up the glistening flow from her inner thighs, drawing ever nearer to her gaping flowing pussy. After cleaning up her soft silky skin, I drew closer to her inviting puss and ran the flat of my tongue along her slit from her anal ring, over her perineum and up one side and down the other. I kept repeating this – always avoiding her clit that was urging itself from its protective hood and yearning for attention – until she was thrashing back and forth so much I had to hold her hips still.

Finally, I allowed myself the pleasure - and gave the same to her – as I sucked at first gently, then more firmly on her inflamed clit. She bucked uncontrollably into a massive orgasm and flooded my mouth and face with the sweetest cum I had ever tasted. I love cunnilingus but had never experienced such a quantity and wondrous taste in my life and I savoured every swallow. I continued my assault on her pussy for at least 45 minutes until she begged me to stop she was so sensitive.

I lowered her legs to the bed and crawled up onto her body kissing my way until I reached those tiny breasts. I was able to suck an entire breast into my mouth as my tongue laved the nipple to extreme hardness. Her hands pulled me tighter against her chest as she experienced her first man making love to her in every possible way. I switched back and forth between the firm mounds for a time and finally kissed my way up her neck to her lips where she could taste herself as my tongue slipped inside her mouth. 

She rested against my chest for a while until her breathing returned to normal and then started to kiss her way down my body. Her tiny hand encircled my shaft as she watched fascinated as precum flowed out the tip. With pillows under my head, I watched as she slowly stretched out her pink tongue to taste the glistening fluid. Obviously finding it to her liking, she proceeded to lap up the increasing flow and swallowed every drop. 

Her curiosity was then turned to my cock itself and she carefully examined every pulsating vein and silky hard surface. Her tongue once again snaked out and licked at the pee hole as if encouraging more precum to appear. Instead, she discovered the first pearly white drop of my cum and tasted it to her satisfaction. As if she had always known, she started to stroke my shaft with her soft little hand while she cradled my balls with the other. Her mouth opened to suck in the head only of my cock and she sucked – if not with experience, then with enthusiasm. I was so turned on, I had to ask her to slow down or I would cum; I wanted selfishly to have my cock inside her first.

She pulled away from her task with some disappointment until I rolled her on her back and once again lowered my mouth to her vulva and brought to a few more orgasms. This girl was insatiable and I had my doubts about keeping up with her. 

Once she was thoughally lubed, I reached to the nightstand and pulled a condom from the draw. I rolled it on and the lifted her ankles to my shoulders and positioned my cock against her moist lips.

"Darling, the first time will hurt so please tell me when you want to go slowly"

She giggled as she lifted her hips higher. "Silly man! I found Mum's vibrator in her dresser two years ago and have long since taken my own virginity. I just have never had a man and I wanted you to be my first"

With those words, she reached up, grabbed my ass, and pulled me deep into her hottest core. She cried out as I stretched her small pussy around even my slim length. "Oh lover! It feels so great! I have dreamed of this ever since that first dinner!"

We made love that night for hours and just before dawn, wearing one of my shirts, she ran back across our back yards and up to her bedroom. We blew each other a kiss through our windows as the sun rose in the eastern sky and then collapsed in our respective beds to recover. We repeated our clandestine late night meetings several times a week until she left for college, a mature and confident young woman, at the beginning of September.

Finale:

The day after Sandie left for college, Sam came to see me. We sat outside in the morning sunshine and sipped our coffee. I almost spilled mine when she spoke.

"I wanted to thank you, Charles, for making my little girl into such a beautiful young woman. You do realize I hope that my bedroom is right next to Sandie's and I wasn't able to sleep that night after our first dinner out. I watched as you and she talked on the phone and I was as turned on as she was. I picked up the extension in my bedroom while when I saw the light go on for her line and listened"

I started to apologize but Sam stopped me.

"Dear Charles. If not for you, Sandie would likely still be a frightened lonely girl but she has blossomed under your tutelage and I will be forever grateful. I will do anything to show my gratitude" Her grey eyes were smoky and very appealing and at that moment irresistible. We leaned together and kissed softly.


Sandie



Three months later, we telephoned Sandie together to announce that we were engaged to be married and she was overwhelmed with happiness for both of us. We celebrated our marriage Christmas Eve and enjoyed our first family Christmas together.



Sandie's First Swing



This is the story of a first and only 'wife swapping' evening, as told to me by a good friend. Let's call her Sandie. I have changed names and places but I suppose, if by an incredible coincidence you know the individuals involved, it might be possible to work out who they really are.

The evening was unplanned and unintended and as yet is unrepeated but remains a powerful memory which she says has changed her forever.

I have written it in the 'first person' as if Sandie was telling the tale herself. I might have embellished the sex a little -- she was too drunk to remember all the details - but the story and the ending are exactly as she described them. 

'Sandie' is the only person who knows about my writing. During a rather drunken evening at a friend's (third) hen party I confessed my writing to her and she confessed this story to me. 'Sandie' has read this story and is happy for me to publish it. She said it helped her re-live the best parts of the 'incident' without the guilt so here goes... my first publication as Jenny Gently.

If you don't like wife swapping or infidelity stories, please don't read any further. There are other stories on this site which would suit you much better. Please don't read something you know will upset you and then send abusive messages to the author.

Jenny x

To give you a bit of background, my husband Tom is a tall, good-looking, highly successful businessman, now in his mid 'forties. He's going a bit grey but still has all his hair and is in great shape. I am a little younger and a secondary school teacher. I suppose I'm in good shape for my age too with a dress size of ten (on a good day), small boobs and shoulder length, suspiciously blonde hair. We both often go to the gym after work and at weekends and enjoy the outdoor life as often as we can fit it in. We have two lovely pre-teen children having started a family later in life than many. 

In short, we are a genuinely happy English family.

Having kids is an easy way of making new friends and we have known Lisa and Paul since our youngest was only two years old and at nursery. Having two kids themselves, of similar ages to ours, we soon got to know each other better both as adult friends and for 'play dates' for the kids, with shared birthday parties, sleepovers and trips out a regular occurrence. 

Lisa and Paul are a bit younger than us -- let's say mid 'thirties -- and are great fun. Paul does a more physical job and has a great body. He spends a bit too much time in the gym and in front of the mirror for my liking and fancies himself rather more than I think he should but is otherwise good company. His wife is a close friend of mine who can always be relied on to make an evening fun with news and anecdotes, many of an increasingly risqué nature. She is tall, slim to the point of skinny and genuinely blonde with surgically enhanced boobs which were a present for her thirtieth birthday. 

Over the years we have seen a lot of each other, our kids getting on very well indeed, so it was inevitable that, after one of the many dinner parties at each other's homes, it was suggested -- and enthusiastically agreed - that the two families should try going on holiday for a week together as a group of eight the following Easter. 

Over the coming months, much after-dinner alcohol- fuelled debate ensued about where the holiday should be. Budget is an important consideration when four kids are involved but eventually we agreed to take a cottage in Snowdonia, the wild, beautiful North Wales National Park, an area Tom and I knew well and had always loved.

To make it even more perfect, we booked an old stone cottage in a very isolated spot where there was plenty of good walking, exploring and good bike riding for the kids. Sadly though, we knew the local restaurants were poor so we would probably be eating all our meals in the cottage.

Eventually the week arrived and we drive in convoy to the countryside. The weather was unusually kind for a British Easter and the cottage was amazing too, and was more like two tiny cottages knocked together into one. Over three hundred years old and with no mains power, it relied on an old petrol-driven generator for light and real fires for warmth. Like many old houses it had thick walls and small windows. The heavy lined curtains kept out almost all the light, and of course being in Wales, the rain clouds allowed little moonlight through anyway. When the lights were out it was very dark indeed but to our surprise the kids found this exciting rather than scary.

The accommodation was simple but perfectly adequate for a week. Downstairs was a good sized lounge / dining room with a separate kitchen, a reasonable family bathroom and two small double bedrooms for the four adults. Upstairs was one large single attic room with four beds a TV and Playstation and a good selection of games to keep the kids amused when the weather turned bad -- a fairly predictable happening in Wales.

The holiday passed off almost without a hitch. True, the kids squabbled quite a lot but lots of fresh air meant that they were always exhausted at the end of the day and slept soundly together in the attic room from about 9pm which gave the four adults a little respite.

There was lots of walking in the mountains, lots of playing on the beaches and the rocks nearby. We even found a leisure centre with an indoor / outdoor swimming pool and on the hottest day spent the entire time on the water flumes and sunbathing by the waterside. I have to say that Lisa with her slim figure, mega-boobs and bright red bikini made me in my dark blue one piece costume feel fat and frumpy but I consoled myself that there were a lot of older fatter women there and I wasn't the worst by far.

My husband looked very attractive, playing boisterously with the kids in his blue shorts. I was pleased to see there was very little evidence of the approach of middle age and I enjoyed watching him when I knew he couldn't tell. Paul of course used the occasion to show off his body and I have to admit that it was worth showing off. In lycra-tight swim shorts his well defined chest and arm muscles almost shone in the water and his buttocks looked tight and firm. I tried not to stare but I'm sure Lisa caught me giving him the once-over a couple of time. Fortunately she didn't seem upset -- I suppose when you look like the two of them you expect to attract attention, perhaps even crave it. 

It was Friday night -- our last night in the cottage. The weather had been very good that day, and after a long walk along an old railway track, we were all hungry and thirsty. The four kids had eaten their dinner earlier and had gone into the cottage's games room to play darts and pool leaving the adults free to relax in the kitchen and lounge.

Paul and Tom had cooked dinner for the kids which had been consumed with gusto, and were now preparing a slightly more sophisticated meal for the adults while Lisa and I chatted. Thanks in part to liberal doses of wine, this had taken much longer than we had originally predicted and as a result, by the time dinner was finally served, Lisa and I had drunk much more than we were accustomed to and were, as she put it, 'completely squiffy'. 

Perhaps as a result of this unaccustomed tipsiness, It took me much longer than it should to realise Paul seemed to be quite casually but deliberately touching me on my thighs and calves under the table as we sat and chatted before dinner. I tried to ignore it, but when his hand slipped higher up my thigh I looked at him sternly but jokingly. The look he gave me back was what could only be described as a suggestive grin - his eyes sparkled with mischief and I quickly looked round to see if Tom or Lisa had noticed. To my relief, they were both fully occupied, their heads pressed close together as they pored over a large map, working out where we had been that day and planning our route home for tomorrow.

I fidgeted subtly a little further away from Paul's straying fingers and tried to ignore him but to be honest it felt good to believe he found me attractive, even in a light, flirty way and I drifted closer to him again as we began to eat our meal.

Dinner consumed and another bottle of wine later, we were all feeling replete and the conversation after dinner had started roamed widely. I suppose we were all relieved that our first holiday had gone so smoothly, especially that the kids had got on together and behaved so well. We raised our glasses to the Welsh weather several times. 

As the evening progressed the conversation, as it was prone to do when Lisa and alcohol featured, had touched briefly, but initially only obliquely, on sex. Lisa had always been a terrible gossip and had heard that afternoon from a friend that a another mutual friend had disgraced herself at a recent business awards ceremony by getting drunk and spending the night with two men after her husband had gone home. Lisa's unimpeachable sources were usually friends of friends. According to these 'sources', the husband had picked his wife up from the one of the men's houses the following morning, her dress covered in semen stains but had taken her back as if this wasn't unusual.

We all expressed the expected amount of outward shock and horror -- genuine in Tom and my case - but across the table I could see Paul smiling at me again, and felt his fingers trying to return to my thigh. Across the table Lisa was regaling us -- in increasingly slurry words - with another story of an errant acquaintance. Her voice and hands were animated, touching my husband's arms and legs repeatedly as she spoke and directing almost all of her attention to him. To my surprise and annoyance, I noticed his hand resting on her shoulder, stroking her neck a little in an intimate gesture I felt belonged only to me. 

Telling myself he was probably as drunk as I was and unaware he was doing it, I tried to listen to Lisa's story but she was giggling so much at whatever Tom was whispering in her ear that her words became incomprehensible -- especially to my rather inebriated ears. By now I had stopped trying to keep Paul's hands away from my thighs and in fact, if I'm honest, had started to enjoy the attention. Clearly my husband wasn't going to provide any! 

So there was something of a sexual frisson in the air and as the plates and cups were finally cleared. Partly in order to put a bit of distance between my legs and Paul's fingers, I insisted on making more coffee and asked Tom to helping me wash up in the kitchen. Lisa moaned in mock disappointment as he rose to help, at which point Paul eagerly volunteered and took the tray of dirty cups through, leaving Tom and Lisa once again crouched over the map, his arms either side of her torso. Lisa was giggling, my husband Tom's face close up to hers as he leaned over her. She seemed to be rubbing her bottom against him playfully. In my inebriated state I found this funny and giggled myself as I gathered up the remaining crockery and went into the kitchen.

Paul was standing at the sink as I entered the room, his arms deep in the warm soapy water. I placed the last few plates alongside the sink.

"Are they OK?" He asked me, smiling.

"I think they're flirting." I laughed, but felt a little pang of unhappiness about it.

I frowned at the thought. Inside I knew it was hypocritical of me to feel jealous when Tom was simply flirting with Lisa and I myself had enjoyed Paul's touch on my thighs. Perhaps I needed a little more flirting myself.

I started to place the cups one by one into the sink as Paul washed them up. Our fingers touched in the warm water. I paused then placed another dirty cup in the sink. Again our fingers touched. This time I paused and watched as Paul slowly drew a wet index finger up my arm, leaving a soapy wet trail up to my elbow. Neither of us spoke but to my surprise, I pressed my thigh against his and we washed the dishes together in loaded silence, feeling the warmth and strength of his powerful body against mine. 

The reverie of the moment was broken by the kettle which began singing insistently on the hob. With a slight sigh, I turned away from the sink and began to make four large strong coffees, wondering what -- if anything -- had just happened. A few minutes later I carried the tray of coffees into the lounge and placed it on the low table in front of Tom and Lisa, who were now sitting closely side by side on the sofa. The map was open on the table before them but it was obvious that neither of them were interested in anything but flirting with each other. Tom's hand rested on Lisa's upper thigh and she kept grasping him by the arm as she told him yet another story. I recognised the tale as a highly sexual one involving someone Tom and I knew well and which we had both been sworn to secrecy. 

I sat down and sipped the hot liquid very slowly to avoid having to make conversation while my mind was racing so fast. 

"I'm just going up to tell the kids to go to sleep!" Paul called as he left the kitchen and entered the hallway. Not wanting to raise a scene about Tom's outrageous flirting but also not wanting to have to sit and watch it, I volunteered to go too and weaved my rather unstable way up the steep stairs. 

There was silence as we entered the room where to our amazement the four kids were snuggled up in their sleeping bags. The younger two were already fast asleep, the older boys more than half way there.

"Goodnight kids. No talking after midnight. We've got a long drive tomorrow." I said softly, in the certain knowledge that all four of them would be asleep within minutes after the day's long, tiring walk.

Descending the stairs, we re-entered the lounge to finish our hot drinks. My wobbliness on the stairs had made me realise how much wine I had drunk and how much I could do with a strong coffee. As we entered the lounge area there was a sudden movement from the sofa and Tom and Lisa seemed to spring apart. I was annoyed at this. What had they been doing that they had felt so guilty about? I look at Paul for reassurance but he was acting as if nothing unusual had happened. Knowing I was slightly tipsy, I began to doubt my eyes and most certainly didn't want to make a scene on our last night.

I crossed to the table and picked up my half full coffee cup. Turning round without looking I began to sit in the armchair across from the sofa. Unknown to me, Paul had also started to sit there and we collided drunkenly, spilling coffee all down Paul's shirt.

"Oh no!" I gasped. "Quickly! Before it scalds you!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen where I immediately held a cloth under the tap and began to put cold water over the hot, wet patches on his shirt. It smelled strongly of coffee and stuck to his chest as I patted and patted it with the damp cloth.

"Better take it off and we'll soak it now. Coffee is a bugger to get out." I said, turning to the sink for a last soaking of the cloth.

When I turned back, Paul had stripped off his wet T shirt and was naked from the waist upwards. For a second I was taken aback. I had seen him working out in the gym many times, as did Tom, and ha admired him at the pool too but I had not been that close to the clearly defined muscle structure I saw before me now, the firm flat tummy -- almost a six-pack -- and the powerful shoulders and arms. He looked simply amazing.

"Give... um... give me the shirt... umm ..." I stammered like a love struck schoolgirl. Silently he gave it to me and I placed it in a bowl of cold water, leaving it to soak the way my mother had taught me. 

"Thanks Sandie." Paul said softly from behind me. "I appreciate this." His hands were on my waist. Just lightly. 

"It's ok Paul." I replied in a whisper. "I just hope... it all... comes out..."

I turned around and his hands remained on my waist, his face close to mine. I felt strange, as if something had just happened but I couldn't tell what. His hands were firmer on my waist and he was gently pulling me towards him. He kissed me gently on the lips. I froze, my head spinning. He kissed me again. I didn't kiss him back but I didn't push him away either. My hands went to his chest as if to push him back instead began to stroke the strong, well defined muscles. He kissed me a third time and this time I returned his kiss, opening my mouth and feeling his tongue. 

His hands fell to my buttocks. This time I did pull away, mumbling stupidly.

"Sorry... got to get back... Tom... Lisa..." I turned away from him and walked towards the kitchen door.

Suddenly I was stopped short. In the hallway outside the kitchen was the usual full length wall mounted mirror. We had all used it to check our make-up, hair, hats etc before going out. Now to my astonishment I realised that it also gave anyone in the kitchen a good, clear view of the cottage's lounge, presumably to let parents keep an eye on their children while cooking. At the moment however it showed in full technicolour the scene on the room's large sofa.

To my amazement, Lisa was lying back on the cushions, her skirt pulled right up over her waist, her legs splayed wide open with Tom, my husband of fifteen years, his chest as bare as Paul's, kneeling between her knees. His face was pressed hard up against her naked vulva. Her fingers were entwined in his hair, her head thrown back in pleasure as she apparently enjoyed a minor orgasm right there in the lounge.

It was then I felt Paul's hands on my waist again. I span around and looked at him. He was also looking in the mirror but with a half smile on his face. Even in my drunken state I knew this was wrong. My first thought had been that Paul would attack Tom physically but he showed no sign of anger -- far from it. 

My second thought was that my husband was cheating on me with one of my closest friends and that I should immediately go in and stop it but for reasons I can't understand even today, this simply made me more aroused and I did nothing but watch spellbound. 

Gradually I became aware of a closer presence behind me as Paul pressed himself against my back. His hands were on my arms, stroking them gently. His lips were on the back of my neck, then on the sides, then on my shoulders. He felt strong and warm and... His hands were back on my waist now as he kissed my shoulders, my eyes still fixed on the two adulterers on the sofa who were now kissing open mouthed as Tom caressed Lisa's vulva to her obvious pleasure. Paul's hands moved to my buttocks, kneading them and I found myself pressing back against his fingers. His hands slipped around my sides. They were on my boobs, cupping them, feeling my nipples through my dress and bra. I leaned back into his strong, firm body and rested my head against his powerful chest. His hands slipped down to my groin and cupped my hot vulva through my dress. My legs went weak. 

Back at the sofa, Tom had stood up and was taking off his trousers and pants. I watched mesmerised as his cock sprang forwards. As Paul's finger began to massage my outer labia through my panties, so Lisa knelt on the floor and took my husband's cock in her mouth. Tom threw back his head and looked at the ceiling as she began to work on him and Paul's fingertip began to slide backward and forward over my cotton-covered slit. I felt a ball of heat glowing within me as he continued to massage my vulva and kiss my neck, a strange feeling of unreality all around me.

I felt Paul's hot wet tongue on my ear and he nibbled my lobes as his hands continued their work down below, gradually raising the hem of my dress to gain access to my panties. I sighed loudly as his fingers slipped under the elastic and toyed with my sparse pubic hair. For a second, my eyes had trouble focussing on the mirror but when I blinked them back into focus, Tom had taken Lisa by the hands and raised her to her feet. She kicked her panties off her ankles and with a broad smile, took Tom by the hand and, before my eyes, led him across the room to the bedroom he and I were using. As she passed the hallway I could have sworn she saw me and Paul as he fondled me in the kitchen but my memory is fuddled by alcohol and lust.




Sandie's First Swing Pt. 02



One of the problems with a true story is that the Author has to wait for 'Real Life' to take place before she knows what the outcome of the tale is going to be. Simply making it up would be a betrayal of trust!

The author also has to get the main character involved to agree to have intimate details of her life revealed for all the world to see. That's an even more difficult thing to achieve.

I would like to thank my good friend 'Sandie' for having the courage to live through it all and for allowing me to share more of her life with you in this way.

I hope you enjoy the continued story.

***

"I miss you already," my husband told me softly.

"Have a safe trip. I love you too," I whispered into the phone before replacing the handset in its cradle.

It was a Friday morning, almost a full year after the events told in Sandie's First Swing had taken place and I was at home. My husband Tom was at work and as I wished him a safe journey to his weekend conference, I knew I would miss him terribly. 

Despite this, I was feeling good; good about us, our family and about our life, in sharp contrast to the terrible condition I had been in only three months ago and from which it had been so difficult and painful to recover.

It had taken many weeks after that fateful night in Wales when my husband and I had both been seduced by our friends Lisa and Paul, but eventually we had re-established enough trust for life to return to something resembling normal. I think we both knew that our marriage could never be quite the same again but after weeks of arguments, accusations, tantrums and tears , the memories and recriminations had gradually lost their sharpness and had stopped interfering in our relationship on a day-to-day basis. 

From the outside at least, we were still a normal, happily married couple.

I suspect, had it not been for the unexpected pregnancy that had followed my only infidelity; my one stupid night of unprotected sex with Paul and the terrible termination that had ensued, Tom and I might have managed to get over the incident altogether. In all our arguments since, it was this issue that had caused the most damage. Tom couldn't forgive my stupidity in having unprotected sex. I not only believed Tom had deliberately put me in that position but it was me who had to endure the considerable physical and emotional consequences of dealing with the consequences.

But that debate was pointless now; the facts were simple and undisputable: Paul had very easily seduced me; I had foolishly not even thought of contraception; I had got pregnant; had an abortion and now we had to live with it. The only question, still unanswered was whether Tom had seduced Lisa or Lisa had seduced Tom. I had accepted that, for the sake of our marriage, it would have to remain unanswered.

The tension was partly my fault; for weeks after the termination, my hormone-driven moods had been highly erratic, lurching from elation to severe guilt-driven depression without warning. My normally deep sleep had been broken every night by nightmares from which even now I was not completely free and which brought a permanent background of guilt into my previously-happy life.

Three months after the abortion, things had started to improve. The nightmares had almost ceased; we argued less and less; even our sex life had to some extent been restored, albeit at a much reduced level. For a while it looked as if life together could be tolerable or even good again and for several months it closely resembled the life we had enjoyed before 'that night', as we referred to it on the rare occasions the subject was permitted to arise. For a while we were the idyllic family again; no rows, no tantrums, no tears and a sporadic but improving love life. 

As a result, on the Friday this story begins, I was very disappointed that Tom was going to London for a weekend conference. Apart from missing him, his absence left me in sole charge of the kids. I was still not sleeping well despite my current batch of pills and I wasn't looking forward to the task of taking on all the kids' complicated weekend logistics on my own.

To be fair to Tom, the conference was very important to his career and had been planned for months. His parents had offered to help out but at the time I had been in a terrible mood and had rather rudely refused. As I stood alone in the kitchen cooking the evening meal for the three of us I knew I really only had myself to blame if I was exhausted by Sunday night.

The evening had started well. Being Friday, the kids had been tired and bad tempered when they came home from school but with two school-free days ahead, it had been easy to cheer them up, though they would have preferred their Daddy to have been there too. Dinner passed uneventfully; they even helped me clear the table which was almost unheard of. Afterwards I sent them into the lounge to watch TV or to their rooms to play, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on the TV set then half watched, half listened to a Soap while I washed up the saucepans and loaded the dishwasher, all the time wondering what I could do to keep the kids entertained that weekend.

Their normal Saturday routine of swimming, football and dancing lessons would certainly help fill the time and there was always homework for Sunday morning so that left two afternoons and an evening. I pondered my options, both cursing and appreciating my absent husband who would normally take charge of most of these commitments.

Tom would be in his hotel now, getting ready for the opening dinner with its speeches and those huge professional egos flying round. I had accompanied him on these events before the kids had arrived and knew just how dull they could be. The need to provide childcare gave me a very convenient excuse not to attend and I used it liberally.

I bribed the kids to get into their pyjamas by promising them an extra half hour of TV and was just drying up the last pan and putting it away when I heard a bright chime coming from somewhere in the kitchen. I recognised the sound straight away; my mobile phone receiving a text message. 

I looked at the kitchen clock and smiled. It must be Tom, I thought with a grin, bored already and sending me messages to keep himself awake. I pictured him surreptitiously typing, his hands hidden under the dining table as the opening speeches droned on. Eagerly I searched in my handbag for my phone and pulled out the handset.

There was no message. That was strange; I was sure I had heard the beep. Wait! There is was again, a second, reminder beep. But it hadn't come from the phone in my hand; it seemed to have come from the door behind which a couple of coats were hanging.

I crossed the room, rummaged in the coats and pulled a second phone, almost identical to mine, from one of the outside pockets. It was Tom's private phone. Like many of us, my husband had two phones; a 'work' one which could be left behind when he didn't want work calls to disturb him, and a 'private' phone for family and other personal calls which he always carried. 

That was odd; he should have had both phones with him. Then I remembered he had taken the dog for a walk before breakfast and must have slipped it into his pocket. That was odd too; why would he want his personal phone on a half-hour dog walk?

I shrugged and was just planning sending a cheeky message to let him know where he had left it when my finger clipped a button on the front and the screen sprang to life. 

A message flashed up which, though short, was to change our lives forever.

'I'm upstairs ready. Room 218. Want you. L xx'

An icy cold feeling grew in my stomach. Before the message could fade I saw the sender's name clearly above the text.

'Lisa Private'

I felt dizzy, reached out a trembling hand for one of the kitchen chairs, dragged it across the tiles and flopped down, stunned. My husband Tom was about to meet someone called Lisa, right now, in her hotel bedroom.

My head span and my stomach heaved. There could of course only be one 'Lisa' and only one reason for the two of them being in a hotel room together. I felt sick; almost unable to believe my eyes.

Lisa! My former Best Friend!

Lisa! The woman my husband had seduced, or who had seduced him, on the last night of our holiday in Wales; the night when, stunned at having seen them having sex in the cottage's lounge, I had allowed myself to be seduced and comprehensively fucked by her husband Paul in their bedroom, with all the kids asleep upstairs.

Lisa! The woman who had started it all; her night of passion with my husband, my one and only act of infidelity; the single long night that had led to my unwanted pregnancy, the even more unwanted termination; the months of guilt and anguish that had nearly wrecked my marriage. 

And Tom! How could he do this after all we had said and done to repair the damage? Ok, our sex life hadn't been great since the abortion but he knew the reasons and had at least pretended to understand and said he felt guilty about it himself. 

Had that all just been a lie? Were there other lies too? 

Tears of hurt mixed with anger began to run down my cheeks as if burning my flesh. I felt paralysed, then wanted to hit something - no, somebody. I wanted to scream; to smash things, to hurt myself; to hurt my husband; to hurt Lisa; to hurt Paul...

Paul... I had to let him know what was going on under his eyes. 

Paul... the only man to have fucked me since my marriage.

Paul... the father of my aborted baby.

I had to let him know what kind of wife he had and I had to do it now! 

***

The journey across town with a car full of complaining children was unpleasant but I closed my ears to their moaning, my mind focussed on the task ahead. Still in their pyjamas, I had almost dragged them from in front of the TV and marched them to the car, the same idea running over and over in my mind.

'Tell Paul... let him know what a slut his wife is... hurt Lisa... hurt Tom... hurt Paul...'

My hands were shaking as I turned the car into his driveway, shuddered to a halt then violently pulled on the handbrake. 

"Wait here!" I yelled at the kids who had immediately recognised the house and were getting excited at the prospect of seeing their friends for the first time in months.

"Are we staying? Please can we stay? Why can't we stay?" 

"Just wait here quietly," I snapped angrily.

Before they could assail my ears with more pleading I slammed the car door and strode up to the house where I leaned on the bell, letting it ring for a long time, my feet stamping impatiently on the mat as I waited.

"Sandie! What a surprise!"

The door was suddenly opened and there was Paul on the threshold. It was the first time in months I had been this close to him and for a moment I was taken aback. Clearly just out of the shower, his hair was still wet and, although he had hastily pulled on a pair of close-fitting jeans and a tight white T-shirt, he had not dried himself properly first and there were damp patches all over him. Even in my anger I was rendered half speechless by how amazingly good he looked.

"It's great to see you," he continued. I have to say he did look genuinely pleased which annoyed me a little. "Come in! What's brought you here?"

"I can't come in; the children are in the car." 

"Then bring them in too. Please! Our kids will be over the moon to see them. It's been so long!"

His calm tone of voice was disarming me rapidly and I didn't want to be disarmed; I wanted to be angry.

"Please Paul!" I stopped him cold, "I don't want to come in. I need to tell you something and I need to tell you now."

His face became immediately serious. 

"Ok, if it's that important, you have my full attention."

Now that the time had come, my nerves began to fail and for the life of me I couldn't recall the words I had carefully chosen to break this terrible news. Paul's extraordinarily good looks and his warm greeting had fuddled my mind, making me angry with myself for my weakness. 

"Is Lisa home?" I asked, desperate for some way of beginning.

Paul looked at me strangely as if I had asked a foolish question.

"No. She's away for the weekend."

"Where has she gone?" I asked. Again he gave me that strange look.

"She's meeting a friend in London... why are you asking me this, Sandie?"

"Do you know who the friend is?" I continued and received an even more puzzled look.

"Yes of course." 

I laughed mirthlessly. "Well I have news for you, Paul. At this moment, your wife Lisa is in room 218 of the Marriott hotel waiting for my husband Tom to join her. In fact, he's probably with her already. I think we can guess what they're doing." 

The killer blow my words should have struck must have missed Paul because he just looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Did you hear what I said?" I half yelled, thrown off my stride by his lack of reaction. 

"Yes I heard you."

"Aren't you shocked? Aren't you angry? My husband is fucking your wife!"

"No, Sandie. I'm not shocked. I know all about it. It's been planned for weeks."

My stomach dropped into my boots.

"What?" I stammered, "You know about it?"

"Yes of course I know. Didn't you? Lisa and Tom have been seeing each other ever since that night when we alI..."

"Stop it!" This time I was properly yelling, "Stop it! Stop it!"

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, Sandie," Paul's voice sounded so sincere and his face so anxious that I couldn't doubt the sincerity of his words, "I thought you knew all about it!"

I shook my head.

"I... I thought it was only a one-off, like... like you and me," I replied, lowering my eyes.

"Oh my God... No... Sandie I... I'm afraid not... They've been seeing each other ever since." 

I stood with my mouth hanging open, my eyes wide, unable to take it all in as Paul continued, placing his hand on my forearm.

"Seriously Sandie, I really thought you knew or else I'd never have... I'm so, so sorry. Please come in; I think you need to sit down. "

"But the kids..." I began.

"Bring them in too. Our two are watching a DVD in the family room."

I stared into his face, feeling desperate.

"I think we need a quiet talk, don't you?" he said calmly.

I nodded silently and wiped away the tears that were forming in my eyes before returning with Paul to the car. 

The kids were so excited at the prospect of spending an hour or so with their pals that they didn't even notice I was upset. Seeing how stunned and useless I had become, Paul immediately took charge and a few minutes later all four of them were ensconced in the family playroom in their pyjamas with orange squash, biscuits and a terrible animated movie on the large screen. 

They were deliriously happy and paid Paul and me no attention as he joined me in the kitchen. I was standing at the sink, my hands trembling with emotion, my cheeks wet with tears of both hurt and anger. 

"Has it... I mean have they... seen each other... a lot?" I asked directly as soon as he entered the room.

"Sit down, Sandie. Please. You're upset."

"Of course I'm fucking upset!"

I yelled then covered my mouth in horror. I didn't swear; where had that outburst come from? But Paul was unfazed and, taking me by the shoulders, guided me to one of the chairs where I sat obediently.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't take it out on you."

"It's ok, really it is," he replied, drawing up another chair. He sat facing me, his hands on mine.

"Well," I asked, more calmly this time, "have they seen each other often?"

He paused as if working out how to reply then clearly decided that truth was the best policy.

"Quite often, yes," he replied 

"How often is that, Paul? What does 'quite often' mean?"

Another deep breath.

"Every couple of weeks, maybe," his voice was low and somewhat ashamed and his words made me feel even sicker, "once or twice a month anyway and the odd weekend."

I looked at him amazed. Had I really been so stupid or so naive that I hadn't noticed my husband spending this much time with another woman? I felt even more stupid asking myself the question.

My mind began to recall all those nights 'working late at the office', or 'going straight to the gym'. And what about the conferences, business trips and training days? Which had been real? Had any been real? Had he simply been fucking Lisa all those times? 

And had they lain together in bed afterwards laughing at me? Me! Silly, naïve Sandie? The girl so stupid she got knocked up on the one and only time she let another man fuck her?

"And you're... ok with this?" I asked Paul, astounded that such an attractive man would allow his wife to do something as terrible as this.

Paul stared at his feet as he replied, as if ashamed of the truth.

"Lisa's always been, well, a bit of a free spirit. She and I... we've always had something of an open marriage."

Paul's words brought me back to the present and I looked up as he handed me a large glass of white wine. I hadn't even noticed him stand up. He poured a glass of red for himself then sat opposite me again.

"I thought you knew that," he said quietly.

I nodded, slightly calmer now and took a large mouthful of wine.

"Lisa did tell me a bit about it after... afterwards. But she didn't say much. I was too upset to listen, I suppose."

Although neither he nor Lisa knew it, I had actually been pregnant with Paul's child when that conversation had taken place so of course had other things on my mind. He sighed; his voice had a tone of confession as he continued.

"Lisa and I... well, we have a sort of 'unofficial agreement'. It doesn't happen often but if either of us feels there's someone... really special... well, we sometimes agree to the other... straying a bit."

I looked at him blinking back tears.

"And Lisa thinks Paul is special?" He nodded.

"Yes, she does. She's had a bit of a 'thing' about him ever since we first met you both. That's why we finally agreed she could try and start the whole thing in Wales; to see if you were both... receptive."

I was amazed. How blind could I have been not to have seen all this? Or how stupidly naïve? At least now I knew who had tried to seduce who.

"To be honest," he continued reaching across the table to take my hand in his, "I've always found you very special too, ever since we first met. I'll remember that night with you for the rest of my life."

I looked up angrily from the table into his eyes, suspecting duplicity but he looked sincere. Nevertheless, I gently but firmly pulled my hand away and folded it in my lap.

"Afterwards," he continued, "I really hoped you and I might get together again but you never gave me any reason to think you wanted to; quite the opposite in fact so I kept my distance. I thought you were avoiding me so I assumed you'd had regrets and wanted to forget about it all."

He was quite right. I had regretted the sordid incident as soon as I had woken up in his bed the following morning, sore and sticky after he had taken me three or four times in the night. The times I could remember had been great - the best sex I had ever had if I was honest - but it had all been too great a threat to my family and my marriage for me to feel anything but shame and regret.

I had stupidly thought my husband had felt the same about Lisa. After the abortion I been so upset I had gone to great lengths to avoid being alone with Paul but clearly my husband hadn't shared my feelings. How could he be so deceitful? Surely I knew my husband and the father of my children better than that! But there was no denying it; Paul's words had a terrible ring of truth that was missing from Tom's deceptions. 

"If I'm really honest," he continued, rather shame-faced and still staring at the floor, "it's Lisa who's driven our sex life from the start. Although we agreed we could both see other people, really she's the only one who has actually done it. On her own I mean."




Sandie's First Swing Pt. 02



"You won't make me feel sorry for you! You didn't have any qualms about seducing me that night!" I said accusingly.

He shrugged. "That was different. You and I were already good friends and when Tom responded so well to Lisa I thought, why not? I couldn't believe it when you succumbed so easily."

I frowned. Had I really been such a pushover? Did I really give up my fidelity that easily? Right then I couldn't remember the detail of what happened before he took me to bed but to my consternation no memories of resistance came to mind. 

But Paul was still talking.

"As I said, that night was some of the most wonderful sex of my life. I think I've always been at least a bit in love with you but after that night I fell for you head over heels. "

I couldn't believe my ears and glared at him in angry disbelief. Did all men lie to me?

"No really! I mean it! The next day when things started to go wrong between us I was devastated. I couldn't bear to think I'd fallen in love with you and lost you all in the same night; that I'd lost you as a friend as well as a lover. "

I was truly shaken now. This younger, drop-dead-gorgeous man who had seduced me and made me pregnant was even now professing his love for me less than an hour after I had discovered my husband's infidelity with his wife.

"You're... You're in love with me?" I asked, astounded, still suspicious.

My mind was reeling! How could I take in so many things all at once? The safe little world that I had tried to build around my family; the world that had been shaken to its roots but still not broken by the unwanted pregnancy and even less wanted abortion that had followed was right now crumbling around me.

"Yes, I'm in love with you!" he repeated as if gathering confidence from hearing the words out loud. I stared into his eyes looking for either deceit or malice but found neither.

"Paul I... I don't know what to say I..." I bumbled, not even knowing how I felt, let alone how to reply. 

I looked into his handsome face and again saw sincerity but mixed with apprehension, anxiety and perhaps even a little fear. My chest went tight, my tummy churned and my head thumped. I felt his hands on mine and instinctively pulled them away then immediately regretted it.

"I'm sorry Sandie," he said as if alarmed at my reaction, "I didn't mean to upset you it's just how I feel and..."

"Mummyyyyy! The boys won't let me sit with them on the sofa!"

A shrill voice from a few inches behind me filled the room and I leapt to my feet, feeling my face burning with the rush of adrenalin that surged through me.

"Emily! You made me jump!" I exclaimed, thanking God for the interruption, giving me precious moments in which to think. 

"They're being mean to me," she whined, walking slowly towards me with her hands behind her back, "you've got to come and tell them!

"Emily, you have to stop bursting in on me all the time. You really gave me a shock."

"Sorry Mummy but they ARE being mean. I hate them!"

I looked at Paul who grinned and shrugged ironically.

"Where did you want to sit?" I asked, knowing that I would get no peace until the issue was addressed.

"I wanted to sit in the middle next to Daniel but they wouldn't let me."

I heard Paul trying to suppress a giggle. My daughter had had a crush on his son for the last two years and it was starting to annoy both the soon-to-be-teenager and his friend, her older brother. The parallel to my own situation with Paul was too obvious to be overlooked. I blushed wildly and tried not to look at him.

"I'm happy to help if you want," he offered, amused. 

"I can handle it," I replied and took my daughter's offered hand. "I think you need to let the boys play on their own for a while," I said diplomatically as we walked through to the playroom, "you girls got to choose the DVD so you must let them do what they want in peace."

This wasn't the response she had been hoping for and she scowled before reluctantly settling on a bean-bag next to Paul's daughter.

When I returned to the kitchen, Paul had refilled our wine glasses and was standing waiting. As I entered I was struck once again by his extraordinary good looks; his long, strong legs and tight buttocks displayed so well in his tailored jeans and the way his simple white T-shirt highlighted the muscles of his chest and arms. 

Suddenly I felt outclassed and awkward. I had left the house in a rush of anger and hadn't given a thought to my own appearance. My own jeans were tight but old and faded, my vest top out of shape. I had done nothing to my hair and wore next to no make-up. And what little I had worn must now be tear-stained and running down my cheeks. I felt old and ugly, how could such a gorgeous man possibly be in love with me?

I lowered my eyes to the floor and felt him move close in front of me.

"Have I just ruined our relationship again?" he asked quietly. I paused for a long time, my mind in turmoil then shook my head slowly.

"No... No, of course not," I replied.

"Then you feel something for me too?"

How could I reply to that? How could I tell him that I found him stunningly attractive, that he had given me the best night of sex in my life and for a few weeks I had been pregnant with his child? It wasn't possible for any woman not to feel something for such a man.

"There's something I should tell you," I began, my hands unconsciously falling to my belly but my words choked in my throat; what possible good could come of telling him the truth? 

"I mean I..." I stammered, trying to rescue myself from the predicament.

But he wasn't listening. Instead, I felt his finger under my chin and the gentlest of upward pressures. I raised my head to see his eyes, soft and dark, his pupils huge and black merely inches away as he lowered his face towards mine. I felt his warm breath on my ear, on my cheek, on my mouth. I felt his lips brushing against mine and I froze.

"Paul..." I murmured.

My whole body was tense as if about to flee, remained frozen as if it knew that escape was the last thing I really wanted. For a moment we looked deep into each other's eyes, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. 

And then his lips were on mine, kissing me gently. My body was stiff; stunned and unresponsive but the warmth of his tummy and chest against mine was so reassuring.

No! I mustn't give way! Tom was the cheating bastard, not me...

But his lips felt so good...

Paul's strong hands rose to my shoulders and began to caress my bare skin; I felt the heat of his breath on my cheek and the tip of his tongue as it began to trace the sensitive inside of my lips. His touch was delicate and yet I could sense the power within his trained body.

"Paul, I... I..." I whispered again, though I had no idea what words would come next; certainly I didn't want him to stop but couldn't in all conscience encourage him. The tears began to roll down my cheeks in earnest.

"Sandie..." he replied, stroking my arms from elbow to shoulder before drawing my body closer to his and enveloping me in his warm embrace. "Shhh... It's OK... you're safe..." he whispered and began to rock me gently from side to side.

He held me for a long time, his comforting arms securely around me, my head resting against his muscular chest and shoulder. My tears quickly slowed then stopped and I felt the manly aroma of his body engulf me; clean and fresh from the shower but with a powerful, virile undertone that brought back vivid images of our one night in bed together. 

I shivered at the memory but for the first time felt no surge of revulsion or shame.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly, feeling my tremors and holding me closer as if to keep me safe and warm, "you've had a bit of a shock. Perhaps I shouldn't have..."

And then his words were brought to an abrupt halt as I raised my face and kissed him full on the lips. Without hesitation, without shame or fear, I pressed my lips to his and our mouths immediately moulded to each other, our lips parting instantly. I felt his body respond, his strong arms moved over my back and sides and then his tongue entered my mouth, first tentatively across my teeth, then delving deep into me, seeking my own and finding it. 

I instinctively raised my arms around his strong neck and felt his wrap tightly around me, his hands first on my waist, then on my bottom where his fingers kneaded my cheeks as our active tongues twisted and tangled together like snakes.

His hands, large and confident, squeezed my buttocks, pulling my body firmly against his until I could feel the hardness of his erection pressed against my belly. A thrill passed through me as I remembered how it had felt to have that wonderful shaft inside me all those months ago, and wanted so badly to feel again.

Sensing my shudder, Paul's arms enveloped me even more closely, his mouth smothering mine until I could hardly breathe but I didn't care. Somehow it didn't feel wrong this time; it didn't feel like cheating on my husband. This time it felt as if something that always should have happened was finally taking place.

His hands kept moving, on my buttocks, on my hips, on my sides, on my arms, under my vest, caressing my boobs. I wanted to feel them everywhere; I wanted to touch him in return, to feel his body as I wanted him to feel mine. I wanted him to take me upstairs, to undress me, to spread my thighs, to...

"Mummy I'm tired..."

We sprang apart almost violently at the sudden interruption.

"Emily!" I exclaimed breathlessly, "What did I say about sneaking up on me and making me jump?"

"Mummy I'm SO sleepy," she whined, ignoring my reprimand. I felt in no position to tell her off further and instead I looked at the kitchen clock.

"Goodness! I'm not surprised. It's nearly midnight!"

It had been quite late when I had dragged to kids into the car but where had the rest of the evening gone?

"I'd better check on the others and get us home," I said, turning to Paul whose face was a picture of frustration. "Come on Em...!"

I took her by the hand but before leading her through to the playroom I gave Paul what I hoped was a caring look and silently mouthed, "Saved by the bell!"

"Did you want to be saved?" he whispered in return.

Before I could respond, my little daughter turned to me.

"Were you and Uncle Paul kissing, Mummy?" she asked with the innocent directness of a child.

I felt my tummy churn in horror and heard Paul cough behind me.

"Goodness! What makes you think that, Em?" I asked, taking care not to answer properly.

"Well you looked like they look on TV. You had your mouth on his and his hands were on your bum and.."

"Emily!" I interrupted, as sternly as I could, "You mustn't tell stories like that!"

"But Mummy I saw you and..."

"Emily, that's enough! Now come on, let's get your brother and leave these guys in peace."

She led me sulkily back into the playroom. The boys were half asleep with an action movie on the screen, the sound turned down. Paul's daughter was curled up on her bean bag, fast asleep but opened her eyes when we entered.

"Come on you two," I said softly, "it's time to go home. Just get your..."

"How would you like to spend the night here with your friends?" 

Paul's unexpected voice made me jump once again. Despite their sleepiness, the kids cheered and I span round to stare at him, not realising he had followed me into the playroom.

"What?" I stammered, surprised and cross at not being consulted. "We couldn't, really. We have to...".

"What do you say, kids?" he asked and got another, less sleepy cheer.

"Paul, I don't know..." but I wasn't allowed to finish.

"You mean a sleepover?" Emily yelled excitedly, suddenly wide awake. Her little face beamed, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Of course," he replied, "tomorrow too if you like! We'd be pleased to have you!" 

"Yayyyyy!"

"IF... IF your Mummy says it's ok, of course," he added looking at me with a mischievous shrug as he stood close alongside me.

"Oh PLEEAASSEEEE Mummmyyyyy!"

Still stunned from our unplanned embrace in the kitchen, I felt ambushed. I knew I should put my foot down there and then; that the decision I made would have implications well beyond the next twenty-four hours but I felt powerless to stop the momentum that was building.

On the one hand there were four happy kids in a warm friendly house and a man who had just declared his love for me and kissed me so wonderfully.

On the other hand there was the house I shared with my unfaithful husband, a bed I would sleep in alone, knowing that the man who should be alongside me was at that moment sharing a room and a bed with a woman I used to think of as a friend.

But if I stayed, there could only be one result; after all that had happened I couldn't remain under Paul's roof all night without making love with him again. 

If I stayed, it was inconceivable that I would leave the house still faithful to my husband.

My husband... the father of our two wonderful children...

My husband... the man I had been married to for so many years...

My husband... who was probably even now in London fucking Paul's wife...

My husband... the man who had lied and lied to me for the last nine months...

My husband...

I took a deep breath.

"Well, if Uncle Paul says it's ok..." 

Innocent sounding words that meant so much more! I could feel my skin prickle and the hair on my arms stand on end as the words emerged from my mouth. The message to Paul was clear; I wanted to share his bed; to sleep with him again. I could feel the tension and excitement in the room surge.

"Yayyyyy!" 

Another cheer rose from all four kids. My gaze flashed across at Paul, my face flushed with embarrassment and for a split-second our eyes met full on. He had understood and was smiling at me. For a moment his fingers touched mine in a gesture of affection that almost reduced me to tears on the spot.

"Where will you sleep Mummy?" Emily suddenly asked. Paul coughed and suppressed a giggle.

"I'll sleep over too, darling." I replied, trying not to notice him.

"Will you share with Uncle Paul like you did on holiday?" she pressed on.

"I... I don't know..." I began, flashing Paul an anxious look.

My stomach churned. They couldn't have avoided noticing that night but had they told anyone else about it? Surely not, please God!

"Mummy can have the guest room," Paul cut in, saving me from further awkwardness then quietly added, "if she wants it!"

For a moment I wondered whether I had misread the situation; perhaps he didn't want to sleep with me after all, but then I felt his hand on mine, squeezing my fingers between his as he continued.

"Now who needs a toothbrush? And you two; go and get your pillows!"

I watched his tall, strong figure as he turned to follow the kids out of the room and up the stairs. I had seen him do this many times but tonight was different. This wasn't just the father of our kids' best friends any more, this was the man I wanted to make love to me; to take me as he had done that night in Wales. I looked at his powerful arms and chest, his firm, flat stomach and strong muscular legs as he crossed the hallway. He was every bit as gorgeous as he had seemed all those months ago - perhaps even more so now I understood him so much better - and I remembered vividly how it had felt to have that wonderful body between my open thighs.

I felt a tingle of excitement surge through me.

It's impossible to convey the exquisite, almost unbearable anticipation the next half hour brought. Trying to settle four over-excited kids onto mattresses and under duvets after multiple brushings of teeth is hard enough. Trying to do it alongside a drop-dead gorgeous man who has just told you he loves you and with whom you expect to have wonderful sex very soon was almost more than my mind and body could cope with.

Time after time as we manoeuvred mattresses and children into place, our bodies would brush against each other, each 'accidental' collision accompanied by an exchange of looks so meaningful that by the time we were ready to put out the light and let them sleep, there was a small but distinct damp patch in the crotch of my rather tight scruffy jeans.

What made it worse was that I knew Paul had noticed it too but was being too much of a gentleman to let it show. It was a relief to see the swelling in his own jeans that showed he was just as aroused by me as I was by him. It took all my self control not to stare at the growing bulge and imagine what it might soon be doing to me. 

The atmosphere between the two of us was electric as we wished the kids goodnight. Paul pulled the playroom door closed and reached for my hand and I realised the moment of truth had come. My nerves began to fail me; my stomach heaved with a mix of anxiety, guilt and fear topped with a huge helping of lust.

"I... I'd like to take a shower," I said quickly in a desperate attempt to buy time to think, pulling my fingers from his grasp almost violently.

Paul smiled and stepped a little away from me.

"Take whatever time you need. The guest room is yours - all night, if that's what you want. I'll find you some night clothes while you're in the bathroom."

Moments later with the hot water cleansing my body I tried to wrestle with the emotions teeming round my head. The desire I felt for Paul was undeniable and powerful; why he felt so strongly about me, a mother of two ten years his senior was more of a mystery but he seemed sincere. 

I looked at my body as the water cascaded down my front, comparing myself unfavourably with Lisa at every stage; my hips rounder than hers, my legs shorter and curvier, my boobs smaller and beginning to sag, my tummy with its small but distinctive stretch-marks bulging forward ever-so-slightly. I almost understood why my husband would want to fuck her rather than me.

But even if Paul really did want me, could I go through with it? Wouldn't it make me just as bad as my deceitful, cheating husband?

My fingers were beginning to prune as I stepped out of the cubicle and began to dry myself with the fluffy white towel Paul had slipped inside the door. My reflection in the large mirror over the sink did little to reassure me of my own attractiveness but to my relief, a certain confidence began to form.

Last time Paul had quickly and efficiently seduced me after the shock of seeing my husband in the arms of another woman. This time it was different; he was merely offering himself and leaving the decision to me. 

Did I want him? Oh God, yes! But would I dare go to him? The decision was mine alone. If I gave myself to him, I could never blame anyone but myself for anything that happened afterwards. 

Was I brave enough or foolish enough to take that step?

Wrapping the towel around my naked body I stepped barefoot into the hallway and looked towards the bedroom where I knew Paul was waiting. The low orange glow of candles spilled through the doorway onto the carpet, soft and romantic, both threatening and enticing at the same time. I took another step, then another until I was standing on the threshold hidden by the open door.

One more step and there would be no turning back. 

Despite all that had happened, I could still escape; I could still leave the house with my fidelity intact and return unsullied to my husband, the man I had loved; the father of my two children; the man I had promised to remain faithful to 'as long as we both shall live'.

The man who, as I stood wavering on the physical and metaphorical threshold, was almost certainly in the arms of Paul's wife.

I took a deep breath and, small tears forming in my eyes, stepped nervously forward.

The bedroom carpet was soft beneath my feet and yellow in the candlelight. For a moment, I stood just inside the doorway, anxious as a teenager on her first date. I could feel my knees trembling and the butterflies in my tummy made me feel sick. It was all I could do to raise my head towards the bed where I could sense Paul's presence.




Sandie's First Swing Pt. 02



Our eyes met and I looked at him in silence, embarrassed by my forwardness, my heart thumping in my chest as he rose silently smiling to greet me. He was naked, the muscles of his sculpted chest and arms clearly defined in the candlelight. His strong thighs were toned, his buttocks tight and firm, his cock already long, thick and rising.

How could a man this gorgeous, this perfect want a woman like me? My nerves began to fail; surely only humiliation could follow... and yet there he was, smiling as he crossed the room towards me. Silently I turned and locked the door.

And then he was in front of me, the heat of his body close to mine. His hands were on my shoulders, on my arms, on my cheeks, stroking my face. His finger was under my chin, raising my lips to his. Then his lips were on mine, easing my mouth open, delving deep inside. My tongue found his and entwined with it as his fingers began to unwrap the towel from my body.

My hands instinctively grabbed at the material to save my modesty but his grip was strong and my will was weak. A moment later the towel was around my ankles. Again instinct made me try and cover my exposed breasts and vulva but Paul took my hands firmly and lowered them to my sides leaving my womanly body naked in front of the Adonis who had so recently confessed his love for me.

"Sandie you are so... beautiful..."

His voice in my ear was low and smooth; his words, however improbable, were intoxicating and I let them wash over me as his lips found mine again. We kissed long and deeply, his fingertips dancing over my back, hips, buttocks and upper thighs then rising to my boobs and gently kneading them before toying with my hard, pointed nipples.

"Paul I..."

"Shhhh!" he hissed in my ear as he steered my naked body towards the bed, "it will all be all right, thrust me!"

I didn't need to trust him; I wanted him every bit as much as he wanted me and for a long time we stood together, melting into each other's mouths. I was still under-confident; too shy to do anything but comply helplessly with his desires but thankfully Paul had no such problem. As our tongues writhed together like snakes in a pit, I surrendered complete control as I had in Wales. 

His hands moved all over my body from my boobs, down my arms to my fingertips then crossed to my hips, thighs and buttocks before finally cupping my vulva. I froze as a long, thin finger began to work its way between my outer lips, clamping my thighs involuntarily as if to prevent its progress.

"It's ok, Sandie," the voice in my ear said softly and reassuringly, "just let it all happen."

It was enough. As his mouth dropped to my neck, nibbling me gently my legs relaxed, my thighs parted the merest fraction and his finger slipped smoothly and confidently the length of my slit.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned.

I closed my eyes and felt Paul's expert fingertips exploring my most private places, parting my lips confidently, exposing every part of me to his wonderful touch. My head span as his hand moved from the base of my slit to my clitoris and back, and then dipped into my wet vagina before moving upwards again to draw tiny circles round my sensitive nub. 

My legs trembled and my knees went weak as my helpless body responded, my legs parting still further until I had to lean against him for balance. Again his finger dived into me, this time deep within my dark passage, exploring every millimetre of soft, soaking wet flesh until my whole body shook with arousal.

Sensing my readiness, he gently backed me towards the bed. My trembling, unsteady knees bent readily and as his hand left my vulva, my legs folded beneath me until I lay full length on the soft white sheets.

"Oh Sandie..." 

Paul smiled down on me, his pupils huge and black as he climbed onto the bed. Seconds later his knees were between my thighs and he was sitting back on his heels gazing at me.

"Please... please don't stare..." I mumbled, still ludicrously self conscious about my body. 

I felt another instinctive desire to cover my boobs and close my legs but his body was firmly between my thighs and his strong hands simply brushed mine away before taking my wrists in his fingers and holding them down either side of my face.

I should have felt threatened, pinned down on the bed but all I saw in his face was a mix of lust and what I hoped might be love.

"You know how long I've waited for this?" he asked then, without waiting for a reply, gripped both my wrists above my head in his strong right hand as his left fell out of sight. 

There was fumbling between my thighs, his knees forcing them further apart then a moment later I felt the tip of his cock against my vulva. It moved up and down and I gasped with anticipation before it rubbed against my hard, wildly aroused clit. I winced in excitement. A moment later the smooth head had found the entrance to my vagina, I felt my inner lips being confidently parted and something smooth and firm began to work its way into my body. 

Paul paused looming over me, my small frame dwarfed by his powerful body; his erection poised waiting to penetrate my unresisting flesh. He looked deep into my eyes as making sure I wanted to take this last big step. I met his gaze, his pupils black and huge in the candlelight.

"Yes!" I whispered so softly I could barely hear myself, "Please! I want you so, so much... Oh God!"

I gasped as the tip of his cock moved into me the tiniest bit, parting my lips further. I spread my legs wider to ease his way. He pressed a little harder and I moaned aloud as the tip of his strong, firm erection finally began to enter my body. 

Something inside me screamed that there was still time to stop him; that it wasn't too late to keep what remained of my battered virtue but there was no moral strength left in me. I surrendered completely as Paul pressed harder; the whole head of his cock burst through what little resistance remained and entered my body. 

I gasped again with the sheer pleasure of the penetration, my entrance stretched wonderfully tightly around the smooth bulb within me.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly as my body fought to accommodate the large, unfamiliar intruder.

All I could do was nod. Paul immediately thrust a little deeper, then pulled back until just his head was still within me. I felt the presence of his body inside mine and let out a soft moan of pleasure. A moment later his powerful body tensed, the muscles of his strong, fit thighs contracted, his hips moved forwards and in one mighty, totally irresistible thrust, his strong thick shaft was forced deep into me.

"Oh my God!" I gasped as if feeling a man's cock inside me for the first time. It felt huge, unfamiliar and wonderful all at once.

"Sandie... Oh, Sandie..."he mumbled, his eyes soft and dreamy.

He pulled back slowly then his buttocks tensed again and his hips were thrust forward, forcing him even deeper into my vagina which was now lubricating for all it was worth.

"Oh! Oh yes!" I heard my breathless voice cry out.

There was another slow, smooth withdrawal then in a single irresistible thrust, Paul's wonderful cock slid its full length into my body, halting only when his pubic hair ground hard against my mound. My vagina tensed around the huge, invading monster as it reached deep within me, my whole body filled with his wonderful presence.

He paused again, his face over mine, our bodies now united. My heart thumping in my chest, I looked up into his clear, honest, open eyes and in a moment of total submission felt myself yield completely; my thighs fell wide open, the tension in my spine relaxed. 

There was no going back; he had seduced me once again. I was his! 

Memories of the first time he had penetrated my body flooded in, but this time it felt different. This time I didn't feel self-conscious, wicked or frightened. Instead I was filled almost to overflowing with love and lust. The weight of his body pressed me hard into the bed and I loved the feeling, trapped between his warm skin and the cool sheet, the hot, strong pole of muscle within me reaching almost to my chest.

"I've wanted this for so long," Paul smiled down at me, wriggling his hips slightly and grinding himself against my already-inflamed clitoris. 

"I... I..." I began but no words would come.

Then without another word he began to fuck me! There is no other word for it and I didn't care. Making love was for other people; at that moment, in that room and with that man, I wanted to be fucked! 

There can be no doubt that Paul delivered the goods, starting slowly and lovingly but quickly building in both pace and energy, forcing my readily-yielding thighs even wider apart and filling the room with soft slapping sounds.

"Mmmm. Mmmm" 

I heard myself moaning in time with his thrusts as the small but wonderful ridges along his shaft were dragged across the sensitive entrance to my most private place over and over again. 

He smiled at my obviously rising passion and I raised my fingers to his cheeks, stroking his handsome face. I thought of the first time he had fucked me, of how he had made me climax whether I wanted to or not; of what I had done to him so inexpertly and self consciously; of the orgasms he given me so many times that night.

"Oh yes! Yes! Oh fuck me Paul!"

His thrusts were growing harder and faster now, and the ripples of pleasure were rolling over and through me. For a moment the memory or our last copulation flashed through my mind; of the morning after; of the frightening pregnancy; of the terrible termination. I blinked them away as hard as I could but as my body rocked with the power of his thrusts, my mind filled with new images; my cheating husband in bed with Paul's wife, fucking her as I had heard them fuck on holiday in Wales. The sound of Lisa's orgasmic cries filled my head and tears began to run from the corners of my eyes. I tried to blink them away.

"Am I hurting you?"

I shook my head emphatically and ran my fingers over his powerful shoulders, his strong chest and sides, looking deep into his eyes as his pace quickened yet further. A warm glow began to grow deep within my hips, spreading gradually outwards into my lower belly and upper thighs, the faint beginnings of a much-desired and long-awaited orgasm. 

But surely this was too soon? He had barely entered me; how could I be climaxing so quickly, and yet...

"Oh my Goooood!"

The thought had barely passed through my mind when the first wave of orgasm rolled over me, taking me entirely by surprise. I felt my tummy muscles tense, lifting my back violently from the bed then suddenly releasing me. 

"Sandie you are SO beautiful when you cum!" 

Paul's soft low voice melted me almost as much as the feel of his cock in my tightening vagina as he maintained his rock steady pace.

"Ooohhhh! Jesus..."

Within seconds, another wave of climax rocked me, this time much stronger, tightening my chest, my nipples hard and painful, and still he thrust steadily. 

"MnnnnnnnNNNNNNGGHHH!"

The incoherent sounds escaping my mouth were hardly recognisable as a third then a fourth wave broke over me. My head left the bed sheet then thrashed left and right as I lost any remaining control. My hips bucked wildly against his shaft as his thrusts finally became faster and, if it were possible, deeper, depriving me of breath completely as a final monstrous wave of orgasm broke over me.

"Oh God! Oh Jesus! Oh my fucking God!" 

My chest hurt so badly I thought I would die, my legs flailed around his thrusting hips and waist, my fingernails dug hard into his shoulders and arms. I thought my hips would melt beneath him, that I had peed myself on the bed, I was so far gone in ecstasy.

"Sandie! Sandie!"

Paul's voice only inches above my face was hard and crude as his pace became fast and uncontrolled. His body slammed hard into mine in a crude cacophony of wet, slapping sounds mixed with animal grunts. A moment later he thrust hard into me once, twice, three times, driving me bodily up the bed with each powerful surge of his legs until with a coarse grunt his tension broke and I felt the unmistakeable and wonderfully life-affirming feeling of a man ejaculating inside me.

I don't know how long Paul took to empty his body into mine but it felt like half my life. Eventually the core of his passion was spent and his body went still. I could hear him panting and feel the dying pulsing and throbbing within my tender vagina. With each pulse I pictured the hot, sticky semen cascading from its tip and into my body and felt desired and attractive for the first time in many months.

There was a long silence during which we stared into each other's eyes as we recovered our breath. Paul's erection softened rapidly within me then slipped out, leaving me feeling a little sad and empty. As if understanding this he kissed me gently on the lips for a long time then rolled alongside me.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, his hand feeling for mine and squeezing it.

I stared at the candle-lit ceiling. There was no simple answer to give. How could I be alright when I had just been willingly, deliberately unfaithful to my husband? I should have felt dirty, vulnerable and ashamed. 

But I didn't. I had given myself completely to this beautiful man and in return he had given me the most intense orgasm of my life. He had made me feel whole, attractive, desired, a real woman again.

"I'm ok," I replied, wholly inadequately and felt him squeeze my hand again.

There was another pause before Paul spoke in a quiet, controlled voice.

"I do love you, Sandie," he said.

I rolled towards him and kissed his muscular shoulder, gripping his hand tightly in mine. He kissed the top of my head.

I fell asleep, exhausted.

We made love again during the night. I awoke in total darkness from a strange dream to find Paul's cock pressed against my perineum as if searching for my vagina from behind as I lay on my side. I raised my leg a little and he slipped easily into my wet, stretched passage until the hot skin of his upper thighs pressed against my buttocks and his wonderful erection reached deep into me. 

I could quite happily have slept the remainder of the night with his body deep inside mine, filling me fully, joined together as if one person. But no man would have been content with this and for a few long, wonderful minutes he fucked me from behind, slowly and lovingly until I felt his body tense, his breathing stop and he climaxed within me once again.

I don't know whether we tried to make love for a third time; my memory is too hazy and my mind too full of dreams but my soreness the next day suggested we did. What I do know is that I spent the night in the arms of the best lover I had known in my rather inexperienced life. 

I hardly gave my unfaithful bastard of a husband and his slut of a mistress another thought.



Sandie's First Swing Pt. 03



I was woken early the following morning by a band of sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. For a few moments I was confused by my strange surroundings but as my brain cleared, the events of the previous evening filled my mind.

For the second time in my life I had woken naked in bed next to our long-time fried Paul after a night of passionate sex. Paul, the man who was now sleeping deeply alongside me, his handsome face towards mine, his eyes closed like a child's. A warm glow came to my tummy as I remembered all he had said to me and we had done together since the kids and I had arrived angry and unannounced at his door the previous evening.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, listening to the softness of his slow breathing alongside me. How different this felt from the time he had first seduced me on holiday in Wales; when I had woken wracked with guilt and had plunged headlong into the weeks of sheer hell that had ended with the termination of my unexpected pregnancy.

No, this morning was entirely different. This time there had been no sounds of my husband's infidelity coming from the next room to hurt me and justify my own misdemeanours. This time, instead of reluctantly acquiescing to Paul's advances, I had willingly submitted to his considerable seductive powers and joined whole-heartedly in the night of passion that had followed.

My inexperience as a lover had shown embarrassingly on many occasions but he had been a patient teacher and as a result, I had lost more and more of my inhibitions and enjoyed a night of mind-numbing ecstasy at his hands; a night of lovemaking even better than the heights to which he had taken me during my only previous infidelity.

I took a deep breath and stretched out under the duvet. My legs and hips ached from the pounding he had given them and I blushed as I remembered how the pressure of his powerful body had felt between my legs and the feeling of his strong firm body deep within my own. My nipples were sore too and I winced as the cotton of the duvet cover rasped against their sensitive teats when I turned. I lay there still, closed my eyes and tried to count the number of times he had taken me during the night but couldn't be sure - I had fallen asleep on him in the early hours as I had done a year ago in Wales.

My mind wandered as I lay in the early morning silence. I could hear the sound of movement coming from downstairs which could only mean the kids were waking. For a moment I worried that Emily would come upstairs on her usual 'find Mummy' visit but there was no sign of it and I remembered that the bedroom door was most definitely locked. I relaxed again and listened to Paul's deep, masculine breathing a little longer, thinking how unlike my husband's it sounded; long slow and deep instead of Tom's soft, shallow inhalations. 

I frowned as I thought of Tom; how he had deceived me for so long and wondered whether he and Paul's wife Lisa were lying in their hotel bedroom as Paul and I were now lying in their marital bed.

How could my husband have done this to me? After all he and I had said to each other; promised to each other and been through, how could my husband have maintained his affair with Lisa for so long? For a moment, all the pain of his deceit washed over me again, followed by vivid memories of the heartache and guilt of the abortion. My hands flew unconsciously to my lower belly and I felt large, slow tears running from the corner of my closed eyes, across my cheeks and dropping onto the pillow.

"Are you ok, Sandie!" Paul's voice alongside me was soft and earnest. I turned to look into his anxious eyes and tried to blink away the tears.

"It's... it's nothing, really." I mumbled.

"No regrets, I hope," he whispered.

"Not about last night. Not about us," I said truthfully.

He rolled onto his back and reached out for my hand under the duvet. Finding it, he interlocked our fingers, squeezed gently and for a while we both stared at the band of sun moving across the ceiling.

"I've been dreaming of last night ever since..." Paul began then stopped.

"Really?"

"Couldn't you tell?" he asked, "I don't get as passionate as that with just anyone!"

"Don't tease me," I said, my face red with embarrassment, "but thank you for being so... patient with me."

There was another pause.

"It was worth the effort. And the wait!"

His voice was alive with mischief as he rolled onto his side and looked me straight in the eye. I felt his fingers on my tummy, stroking my tingling flesh gently from the underside of my boobs to the tangled triangle between my upper thighs. Once again I felt the unmistakeable signs of my battered body beginning to respond despite its tiredness.

"I'm pleased you thought so!"

I smiled, letting my legs relax and part slightly as his lips found my cheek, then my ear, then my own lips. Then he raised himself onto his right elbow and, as his tongue worked its way into my open mouth, I felt his fingers gently working their way through the messy, semen-matted tangle of my pubic hair and into the top of my slit where he began to part my lips in search of the swollen clitoris that lurked within.

"Ouch!" I winced, giggling. 

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I...

"No, I'm sorry," I smiled into his worried face, "I'm a bit sore and a bit... sticky..."

"Oh... Um... sorry...," he snatched his hand away from my vulva but I grabbed his wrist.

"I didn't say no," I whispered, "but we'll have to be very quiet."

He grinned and the bed creaked slightly as he lifted his body over mine. This time I opened my thighs without hesitation to make room for his strong, athletic legs. His cock was already hard and a thrill of anticipation passed through me when I felt its mass fall on my lower belly as he placed his strong arms either side of my shoulders and his beautiful, fit body loomed over me, blocking out the increasing sunlight.

"Don't let me hurt you," he hissed softly. 

I just smiled and reached down to find the shaft I wanted so badly. Something warm and smooth brushed against the back of my hand and a moment later my fingers closed around the large, firm, smooth sided pole of muscle that had already brought me so much pleasure. I slid my grip down the shaft until I felt wiry pubic hair against my hand then ran my fingers back up the shaft until its smooth, rounded head nestled in my palm.

"Oh my God! Sandie..." 

He breathed in noisily as I squeezed his shaft firmly, still amazed at its raw, masculine strength then directed the smooth, swollen head towards my opening, carefully parting my puffy outer then my sore inner lips until the tip was just inside my loose, ludicrously slippery vagina. I released his erection, spread my thighs a little wider and lay back in excited anticipation.

A heartbeat later, I felt the muscles of Paul's legs and back contract, the bed rocked slightly and in a single smooth thrust his incredible cock plunged deep into my unresisting body, not pausing in its inexorable progress until his pubic hair ground firmly against the top of my slit and the thick base of his shaft stretched my opening wide.

"Ohhh!" I moaned under my breath in a mixture of pleasure, fullness, complete surrender and, I have to confess, a certain amount of pain as the extent of my soreness was suddenly revealed.

"Too painful?" Paul asked, smiling down on me but with concern in his eyes.

I shook my head and smiled back but bit my lip slightly as I felt him draw back until just the tip of his cock was still within me.

"Mmmhh!"

I moaned aloud as his lower belly slapped against mine and his cock was driven deep into me again. His strong thighs forced mine wider apart allowing him to penetrate an extra inch or so into me until his head collided with my cervix and gave me what felt like a small punch in the belly to go with the stinging from my slit.

"Mmmmh! Mmmh!"

The bed began to creak as he thrust into me for a third then a fourth time, my rapidly increasing lubrication easing the soreness and making it easier for him to penetrate me deeper and deeper, which he did over and over again. I felt filled, I felt fulfilled, I felt young and attractive again.

"Oh yessss," I hissed, 'Yess oh yes fuck meeee... fuck meee..."

The sound of my own slurred voice surprised me, but the words surprised me even more. They clearly surprised Paul too because his half-closed eyes opened wide, a determined look spread across his face and his body tensed as he began to thrust harder, deeper and faster into me.

"Mmmmmmyyyyeessssss!"

It felt like my body was opening like a flower beneath him as he relentlessly penetrated me, the soreness now overcome, lost in the wet slapping sounds of his cock churning my juices. A wall of heat began to ripple outwards from my vulva, across my belly and down my legs, building in intensity with each powerful thrust.

Pauls' voice joined mine as the wave of pleasure rose higher and higher within me, making my spine tingle and my fists clench and unclench on their own. I grabbed his strong shoulders in my hands, sinking my fingernails deep into his flesh then raking them down his upper arms as his thrusts grew faster and faster. 

'Creak-creak, creak-creak, creak-creak'

The bed moaned and groaned beneath us as Paul's body hammered into mine and a second, new wave of climax began to wash over me. I bit my lip harder but couldn't stop the moans escaping my mouth as the first serious orgasmic pulse struck me hard, opening my eyes until they felt as if they were about to pop out of my head and making the muscles of my tummy go into spasm.

"OhhhhhhhoooowwwWWW!"

Another powerful climactic pulse hit me, tightening my chest and making me shake uncontrollably under Paul's irresistible thrusts which grew faster and harder. 

'Creak-creak, creak-creak, creak-creak'

In the night time with the kids asleep downstairs and, my ears ringing with my own lust, the noise from the bed springs hadn't bothered me but now with the children awake in the house and with the noise growing louder with every powerful thrust, even my orgasm couldn't entirely rid me of the fear of discovery.

"Come! Come nowwwwWWWW!" I growled through gritted teeth, clamping down on his shaft as hard as my pelvic floor muscles would allow, just as a third wave of climax robbed me of control and speech entirely. 

The effect on Paul was immediate; his thrusting grew wild and uncontrolled, his wonderful steady rhythm broke, I felt the head of his wonderful cock swell, press hard against my insides and moments later his handsome face broke into a terrible contorted grimace as he brought himself to orgasm inside me. 

"Nnnnnggghhhh!"

My eyes were fixed on Paul's handsome face as this amazing man's body went into spasm; the build-up of pressure within his body; the force of his thrusts hurting me, the twisting and contorting of his face, neck and spine, the sheer power of his legs as they drove his cock into me so hard I slid bodily up the sticky, crusted sheets.

Then came the sudden and dramatic change as he began to ejaculate in me; the release of tension in his brow; the dreamy half-drunk look on his handsome face as the shaft within me pulsed and throbbed; the long, low sigh that escaped his lips.

As his thrusts grew gentler and slowed almost to a halt, I imagined once again the warm, thick flow of Paul's semen cascading against my battered cervix. Bewildered, I wondered how he still had enough seed within him for this latest outpouring after so much lovemaking throughout the night. But continue it did, his wonderful cock throbbing and pulsing more slowly as his body emptied into mine and the ejaculations slowed.

Eventually his movements ceased altogether and his body went still above mine. After a short while I felt his erection softening, leaving once again a strange feeling of physical emptiness but the wonderful emotional fulfilment that a loving insemination can bring. Then he slowly lowered his strong body onto mine, crushing my boobs and hips awkwardly as his flaccid cock slipped from my body. 

Our eyes were fixed on each other's for a long time before he kissed me gently on the nose and forehead then rolled off my spent body and cuddled alongside me, panting.

We lay together in silence. As I listened to the sound of the kids playing downstairs, I could feel my body aching badly from Paul's assault but it didn't matter. I had cheated on my husband for again but that didn't seem to matter either. Paul must have guessed something like this was going through my mind when he spoke.

"Still no regrets I hope!"

I turned my head towards him.

"None at all," I replied honestly, "but I do wonder what happens next."

"What do you want to happen? Is this another one-night stand or..." he let the words fade in the air.

I thought for a moment. Lying next to my lover, freshly inseminated, leaving Paul was the last thing in the world I wanted. But life is more complicated...

'I'm not sure I'm in the best frame of mind to make a rational decision," I said quietly, "not after all that's just happened." I could feel myself blushing again.

"You were amazing, you know that?" he said warmly, turning to look at me again. I blushed deeper then to my surprise he sat upright in the bed and turned towards me.

"Stay the rest of the weekend," he said eagerly, "Please, Sandie.."

The idea caught me by surprise. My first reaction as the 'Old Sandie' would have been to refuse but after last night and this morning, was I still that person?

"I don't know, Paul," I said, old habits dying hard, "I'd really like to but..."

There wasn't a 'but', and I knew it. I really wanted to stay the weekend. Still, I the Old Me had to protest however much the New Me wanted it.

"We haven't got any clothes or washing stuff or..."

"We could nip you home to pack a few things," Paul countered strongly, "or you could simply share ours. Our kids' clothes will fit your two and... well, I'm sure you could find something of Lisa's that would do."

Suddenly I knew that if I stepped beck through the door of our house I would stay there; that my guilt and misplaced feelings of loyalty would prevent me returning to Paul. Suddenly I knew that In wanted to be with him; I needed to see what it would be like to be with him all weekend as lovers. If I stepped through the door of my home now I would never know. I would forever have been his one night fuck!

"It would be a shame to break up the party," Paul continued, nodding at the bedroom door through which the sounds of happy playing were distantly audible.

"What about all their commitments? You know, football and swimming and..." but there was no conviction in me and his dismissive reply was very welcome.

"Would it really hurt them to miss one week?"

Ten minutes later, I entered the playroom wrapped only in Lisa's red silk bathrobe while Paul showered and dressed hastily upstairs. The kids were still surprisingly well behaved; something I later learned was a deliberate tactic to persuade Paul and me to let them all stay together. It worked and, needless to say, the noisy approval that greeted the news that we were staying all day and another night helped overcome the feelings of guilt in my mind. 

If I'm honest, I felt just as guilty about the kids missing their sporting activities as I did about continuing to cheat on my unfaithful husband but it's the truth; I couldn't help it.

When Paul joined us dressed in his tight black jeans and a blue polo shirt that displayed the well-honed muscles of his chest and arms to amazing effect I felt my heartbeat surge and my tummy turn to jelly. 

Had I really just spent the night with this gorgeous man? I hurried upstairs to shower and dress as Paul made tea and took charge in the playroom.

***

What can I say about the rest of weekend? 

Well, at the very least, all six of us had a wonderful time. Later that morning we drove for an hour to a reservoir, rented bikes and spent the rest of the day on a long ride before going to the cinema on our way home. We even ate in a fast food restaurant that I would normally have banned my kids from entering but which I had to admit was rather fun. 

Predictably, most of Lisa's clothes were much too small for me, apart from her bras, which equally predictably were much too big but eventually I found a pair of leggings and a long top that weren't too obscene and which were fine for cycling. 

It felt very strange but oddly exciting to go out in public with Paul and all four kids wearing his wife's clothes and do doubt being mistaken for his wife. The fact that the clothes were much tighter and more revealing than I was used to simply added to the excitement and I found myself unexpectedly aroused in unexpected places. 

Fortunately the reservoir was far enough away to make bumping into any of our friends very unlikely.

In truth, there was something relaxed and natural about the whole day and in the evening when the kids were asleep and I slipped naked into bed alongside the man who had become my lover, I no longer felt self-conscious, dirty or unfaithful. It felt right; as if something that always should have happened was finally taking place. 

For the first time since the holiday in Wales, I felt truly happy.

This time our lovemaking was long and slow and beautiful. My inhibitions were now considerably lowered; I felt more at ease; for me, even adventurous. 

It felt exciting rather than shameful when I clumsily but voluntarily took his long firm erection in my hand then tentatively into my mouth, awkwardly kissing its long, smooth sides and licking its smooth tip. Paul was patient and sensitive, guiding my tongue over its smooth head and along the ridge beneath before taking it deep into my mouth, my teeth scraping lightly along the sides of his shaft. 

He moaned and sighed as I licked and sucked the wonderfully firm, thick erection that had given me such pleasure and promised to give even more. I remember being amazed at the unfamiliar slimy, metallic taste of the pre-cum that oozed from its tiny lips as I gently sucked and I wondered why I had resisted doing this for so many years. He even taught me how to cup and fondle the tight sack at its base, running the globes within between my fingertips before taking them one by one between my lips. 

My efforts were rewarded by Paul's strong hands which gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down onto his shaft until its smooth thick head brushed against the back of my throat making me gag slightly. I didn't care; after so many years as a simple wife and mother, I was becoming a real lover too. 

I have to confess I have never found a man's penis to be attractive. Despite my new boldness, Paul's was no more appealing than my husband's I did have to close my eyes before taking it into my mouth. Once I had started, to my relief it became easier and easier and, encouraged by Paul's obvious pleasure, I tried to learn quickly. 

Given the extraordinary pleasure it had brought, I was surprised to see that my lover's erect penis was noticeably smaller than my husband's - clearly size isn't everything after all - but it was also strangely curved, bent markedly upwards and as I licked and sucked inexpertly, I wondered momentarily if this was why it had brought such new and exciting feelings to my body when we had been making love.

By then I was so involved in our lovemaking that I would happily have allowed him to come in my mouth - not even my husband had ever done that - but before he could reach the point of no return, Paul gently lifted my head from his groin and firmly pressed me back onto the sheet.

A moment later our positions were reversed and I felt the touch of his expert tongue between my thighs, on my lower belly and my swollen and tingling outer lips. My chest ached with unfamiliar pleasure and anticipation. When the tip of his tongue darted along the full length of my slit without warning in a way I had never even dreamed of before, my climax came instantly and violently, taking us both by surprise. 




Sandie's First Swing Pt. 03



I had always resisted or refused when my husband had attempted to tongue me 'down there' but the new, sexually aware Sandie had had little difficulty overcoming that inhibition too and the results were mind-blowing. The first totally unexpected climax was followed by many wonderful after-shocks as Paul tongued my burning inner lips and clitoris until I thought I would either pee myself or die of pleasure or maybe even both. 

I was already exhausted when, having manoeuvred me onto all fours, he finally mounted me. It was a position I had nearly always rejected with my husband as being too degrading for a woman but in Paul's expert hands it now seemed raw, real, passionate and natural to offer myself to my wonderful lover in this brutal, all-surrendering way. 

I squealed when he entered me firmly from behind; the feeling of penetration was so extreme that for a moment it completely overwhelmed me. Seconds later my arms had given way and my face was pressed hard into the pillow as he thrust faster and faster into my brazenly raised and obscenely presented vagina, his strong fingers gripping the flesh of my hips tightly, pulling me hard onto his pounding cock with every thrust.

I can't remember how or if I responded to what can only be called a 'good fucking' but I do remember his thrusts being wild, fast and deep and that he reached his climax quickly. 

I was too tired to climax again myself but when he ejaculated in me for the last time there were tears running down my cheeks and onto the pillow.

***

The sound of kids playing noisily and happily coming through the open bedroom door woke me on Sunday morning. I opened my eyes to find Paul in his shorts, bringing me a mug of tea in bed. If it were possible, he looked even more attractive with his light morning stubble, his powerful chest and arms bare and I once again glowed inside and blushed outside at the memory of what we had said and done to each other. 

I sat up in bed, the duvet barely covering my boobs, smiled up at him and took the tea. I was still nervous; somewhat embarrassed at my performance during the night and worried that, after all the instructions in lovemaking I had needed, he might have lost some respect for me. 

To my relief I saw nothing but warmth on his face.

"How do you feel this morning?" he asked, perching on the edge of the mattress.

"Good!" I grinned, sipping the tea, "I ache like hell but I feel the best I've felt in months!"

"Doctor Paul's prescription worked then?" he chuckled.

"Like a dream," I replied coyly then frowned. "You had to give me a lot of help though. Was I really that bad a lover?"

"Christ no!" he exclaimed, "You were amazing. I still can't quite believe it's all happening!"

"But compared to Lisa..." I began but he cut me off.

"Forget Lisa! This weekend is about you..." he kissed me on the lips, "and me..." he kissed me again.

Whether it was the truth or not, it was what I wanted to hear so I didn't press for more reassurance.

The noise from downstairs grew louder and closer and I was slightly relieved when he didn't try to make love to me again. Apart from the danger of discovery, my body needed time to recover too.

Breakfast was fun with all six of us crowded around the kitchen table then we all got dressed for the day. I let the hot water of the shower ease my aching muscles and joints. My not-unpleasant soreness would take longer to fade.

As I put on a little of Lisa's makeup, I inspected myself in the mirror. Apart from looking tired, I could see little outward sign of the massive changes that had taken place within me; no obvious clues to my infidelity; nothing to suggest the surge in sexuality that had taken over my formerly-passive body.

When we were all dressed, Paul and I took the kids to an adventure playground in the forest, which they adored. The leggings and top I had worn the day before were sweaty and unusable after the heat of the bike ride. After a good look through her closet and several unsuccessful try-ons, I found a tight fitting, stretchy dress of Lisa's that I hoped wasn't too revealing and didn't look ridiculously short for my rather older legs. I wore it with tights. 

This was a mistake, which I only discovered when we arrived at the playground and it was too late to change; the damn thing rode up my thighs constantly, revealing my nylon-covered panties frequently and I had to wriggle it down every few minutes to cover what was left of my modesty. 

Paul of course thought this was hilarious and very sexy so to please him I didn't change when we returned to the house and cooked a very late lunch while the kids watched a movie on TV. Apart from a handful of squabbles, the kids were great too; so busy playing together that I don't think they noticed the surreptitious hand-holding and occasional kissing that was going on between Paul and me at the playground or the outrageous groping that took place in the kitchen afterwards.

***

We were all disappointed later that evening when it was time for the party to end and for the three of us to return to our own home. The kids were bubbling over with chatter having enjoyed themselves immensely; all sleeping on the floor in the same room as they had done in Wales, and were now obviously exhausted. 

As I drove home and their two heads lolled in the back seat, I knew I would pay the price through bad tempers the following morning when it was time to get them to school but right then that didn't matter; it had been a wonderful weekend that not even the hard reality of Tom's deceit and Lisa's conniving had been able to spoil.

The emotional rollercoaster that had been the past year of my life had taken many turns over the two wonderful days we had spent together. Paul and I had made love at least half a dozen times in all - I had lost count and had fallen asleep on him at least twice - each penetration better than the last as our bodies had tuned into each other, our desires had become clearer and my remaining inhibitions had fallen away. 

Indeed our farewell kiss - in the bedroom so the kids couldn't see - had resulted in a brief, hasty but wonderfully passionate penetration on the edge of the mattress with Lisa's tight dress bunched up around my waist. There had been no time to shower afterwards and I could still smell Paul's distinctive musky, masculine scent on my body as we rolled home through the half empty streets.

I suddenly realised that I had made love to Paul in a single weekend more that I had with my husband in all the months since my termination, and would have even done more if Tom and Lisa's imminent return hadn't brought the adventure to an enforced end.

I pulled into the empty driveway remembering how different I had felt when I had bundled the kids into the car only forty-eight hours ago. So much had already happened; surely life couldn't be the same again.

Waking the sleeping kids gently I cajoled them into washing their faces and brushing their teeth before going complaining and exhausted to bed. As I kissed them goodnight and closed their bedroom doors, I sighed with relief then went to the bedroom to bathe and change out of Lisa's tight clothes. 

I relaxed in the hot, deep water for a long time, letting it soothe my aching back, legs and hips as it washed away the last traces of Paul's juices from the outside of my body. I could only imagine what might remain inside me but the thought brought a happy glow to my cheeks. As my fingertips began to prune, I reluctantly stepped onto the fluffy bath mat and, wrapping a large towel around me, went back into the bedroom.

"What's this about spending the weekend with Paul?"

I span around suddenly at the sound of my husband's angry voice behind and turned to see him standing up aggressively, his eyes burning into mine, Lisa's dress in his hand. I hadn't heard him come home but he had clearly been waiting for me to come out of the bathroom, growing angrier and angrier the longer I took in the bath.

"What?" I said, still recovering from the shock of his presence, "I didn't hear you...".

"Emily just told me about your weekend. How the kids shared the playroom and how 'Mummy and Uncle Paul shared a room too'."

My blood ran cold but I said nothing. My first reaction had been one of terrible guilt, but then I remembered what he had been doing all weekend and how he had deceived me for so many months. My fear and guilt turned to anger. I silently crossed to the dresser, picked up my husband's mobile phone - the one that had started the whole course of events - and handed it to him.

"Read it!" I said coldly.

"What?"

"Read it, Tom!"

He tapped in his password then looked at the message from Lisa that immediately appeared on the screen.

"Oh fuck!" he said quietly, staring at my bare, wet feet.

I laughed mirthlessly.

"Fuck is right! Fuck is exactly what you've been doing with Lisa, and for the last nine months...!"

The row that followed remains the worst in our entire relationship. Although we both managed to keep our voices relatively low for the kids' sake, we held little back.

I called him a lying, cheating bastard, a useless husband and lover (which was partly true) and a bad father (which wasn't true at all). He called me a slut (unfair) and accused me of having sex in front of the kids (which wasn't true). 

He said that he had been driven to find a lover because I was so utterly useless in bed (which probably had been true but after my weekend with Paul was certainly not true now) and that fucking me was like fucking a sack of potatoes (this might have been true too but it was still cruel). 

I said the problem was him, his tiny cock (I wanted to hurt him - it isn't small at all) and useless technique (which was true but partly my fault) and that if he wanted to know what I was really like in bed he should ask a real man like Paul...

You get the picture? I'm not proud of myself. We spent the night in separate bedrooms but interestingly, neither of us told the other to get out of the house or threatened to leave.

Trying to hide things from the kids the next morning was very difficult but their tiredness and self centred bad temper helped and we succeeded in delaying the next stage of our row to the evening as we both had to go to work.

Mid morning I had a text message from Paul.

'How are things?'

'Not good. You?'

'Same. Tom texted Lisa. Not good here.'

'Sorry'

'Regret it all now?'

'Not at all it was wonderful. You?'

'Same. Even more in love with you now.'

I thought a while before replying.

'Don't know what to do.'

'I'm here if you need me' 

'Need to put the kids first'

'True but remember I'm here anytime anywhere x'

'Thanks. Will know more tonight. Bye for now x'

'I love you Sandie xx'

I couldn't bring myself to tell Paul that I loved him too but the pain I felt in not doing so told me I was in love with him and badly too.

***

I tried hard to concentrate on my work all day, which did help distract me, but when we were all home that evening the tension in the air was palpable. Eventually the kids finished their homework and went for an hour's TV before bed so Tom and I could talk with the kitchen door closed and locked of course. 

The outcome of the many bad words, hurt expressions and even more tearful outbursts from both of us was that we decided we would try to put it behind us, forgive each other and stay together. 

Tom promised he would end things with Lisa straight away. I agreed I wouldn't see Paul again. 

This reduced both Paul and me to tears when I called to tell him. I don't know how Lisa felt when Tom told her. He said she had cried but I can only take his word for it. I hoped it hurt her but I suspect it didn't.

***

For the next month there was an eerie calm in the house as we both tried excessively hard to make things work, though some of the damage that had been done was permanent. Tom took me so violently that first night that it frightened us both and made me so sore that it was a full week before we made love again. 

When we did make love I tried very hard to be a more interesting lover; to be more like I imagined Lisa to be in bed without appearing to have been turned into a slut by Paul. It was an impossible balance to achieve.

It was also impossible not to compare Tom's lovemaking unfavourably with Paul's amazing technique and I'm sure Tom was comparing me with Lisa so I suspect we both felt disappointed after each coupling. 

We persevered for another month, each passing week making it easier to forgive if not forget. Even now I believe we could have reached an adequate on-going relationship if it hadn't been for one massive event that ended all chances of normality returning. 

I found out I was pregnant! Again! I was stunned! After my last mistake, how the Hell could I have let it happen? 

I have had a long time to think about things since that eventful morning and of course in practical terms, there is no mystery at all. 

Just like our one previous sexual encounter, all Paul and my lovemaking had been entirely unprotected. Paul didn't know I was fertile; he didn't know about the previous pregnancy and presumably thought I was on the pill. He was wrong. 

Because of my husband's vasectomy, I wasn't on the pill and despite my previous unplanned conception, the idea of using a condom or anything else still hadn't even occurred to me. I hadn't expected to have a weekend of sex when I had stormed out of the house that fateful Friday evening and had had completely unprotected sex multiple times.

So the answer is simple in practical terms - in psychological terms, things get much murkier. 

Why in God's name had I been so careless, so irresponsible? After all I had been through the first time, why did I let it happen again? I have only come up with a few possible answers:

Is it possible that I am the kind of girl so flattered by the attention of an attractive man or so driven by animal lust that it overwhelmed my natural defences and turned my brain to jelly? Given that I have had so few partners in my life and have only had two children, this seems unlikely. 

Was it just a subconscious desire for revenge against my cheating, deceitful husband, as if getting pregnant by another man was the ultimate punishment for Tom's philandering? I'm sure there must have been more to it than that, though revenge certainly will have played an important part both in my willingness to be overpowered by Paul and the incredible pleasure I experienced at his tender hands.

Or was there something else subconsciously driving me too; something darker and deep within me that subverted my common sense long enough to get me pregnant.

Was it a desperate desire for forgiveness? A need it for atonement perhaps; as if the only way I could make amends for the grave sin I had committed in having Paul's baby aborted was to get pregnant by him again? 

I don't know. All I do know is that without thinking, I had behaved in a way in which I was most likely to conceive and that nothing else had mattered. I had opened myself completely, both physically and emotionally as if I was trying to draw all that was good in Paul into my body. Every time he had ejaculated inside me I had cried real tears, holding him deep within me until he had softened completely and every last drop of his seed had passed into me.

And after each climax, I had lain on my back a long time with his fresh semen inside me, as if unconsciously afraid to lose his life giving seed; allowing the millions of tiny sperm to wriggle their way in the darkness, through my post-orgasmic, open cervix and into the womb beyond.

Whether fate had played any part in it I can't ever know, but it's clear that, as I drove back to the house I had called home that Sunday afternoon, history had already repeated itself and I was a pregnant woman again.

But this time when I came out of the en-suite bathroom with the positive test in my hand, my mind-set was entirely different. Despite the shock, there was no way I would even contemplate having a second abortion. 

This time the baby was going to be born.

***

So what happened next?

It's over a year since these events took place and Tom and I are divorced, which won't come as a big surprise.

At first he really tried to make things work. I was surprised and pleased when he told me he understood my refusal to have a termination and for a while he tried hard to behave as if the baby was his, explaining to anyone who asked that his vasectomy had failed. He even joked about suing the surgeon who had carried it out but I suspect few of our family and friends were convinced and as my belly grew larger he found it harder and harder to ignore the fact that his wife was pregnant by another man.

The end came early in the seventh month of my pregnancy when I found the faded remains of a hickey on my husband's neck and he confessed he had been seeing Lisa again for a few months. I felt cold, rejected and, predictably, fell back into Paul's warm and still welcoming bed within a week though Tom and I kept living together for the kids' sake.

The baby was eventually born prematurely and with a very short labour so neither Tom nor Paul was with me at the birth. Fortunately my mother was there at the time but when my new daughter emerged with her real father's very distinctive looks, so very unlike my husband and our other children, my mother knew instantly what had happened and soon so did the rest of our family and friends.

My family were horrified; their own sweet innocent daughter and sister very obviously giving birth to another man's baby was a big shock and a source of shame for quite a while, although they did their best to support me despite their disapproval. Tom's infidelity, though far in excess of my own, was hidden away and was much easier for everyone to deal with or ignore.

Living with another man's child is one thing when only you and the mother know. When it's obvious to the world that you've been cuckolded, it's much harder to bear and, not surprisingly, Tom couldn't manage it - though to his credit, for a while he did try. We separated a short while afterwards and started divorce proceedings straight away. There was no point trying to heal things yet another time. 

So it's a sad ending? Maybe not!

Paul and Lisa are separated and I now live with Paul in his large house with all five of the children as one big, happy if rather noisy and complicated family. 

We're trying for another baby too before I get too old. It will be my fourth child but of course my fifth pregnancy. I will never forget that termination as long as I live. 

My parents and siblings are much happier now that I'm nearly respectable again and I suspect Paul and I will marry one day, which will make them happier still. They really like Paul - who wouldn't - but we're in no rush. He has proposed three times but everything is working quite well right now so why force things? Besides, he and Lisa would have to get divorced first and that would take time, money and stress.

If I'm really honest, I still don't understand what he sees in me, a divorced mother of three nearly ten years older than him. I've lost weight over the last year despite the pregnancies and have toned up a lot by running and using the gym but I still wake up many mornings amazed at my good fortune - in that respect at least.

I'm much more confident and pro-active in bed now too. Even living together all this time, we make love almost every day. Paul has taught me a few more tricks and techniques. He says I'm a fast learner which makes me childishly proud. We've discovered a few more exciting things together which I'm too embarrassed to put in detail here. 

Let's just say that I never thought I could be 'that kind of girl' and feel good about it!




Sandie's First Swing Pt. 03



Tom and Lisa tried briefly to live together but they didn't last the month. Lisa is too 'free a spirit' (or Slut as I call her on a bad day) ever to be tied down to one man and although Tom is happy to have affairs himself, as we know he is not happy for his 'significant other' to do the same. 

The hypocrisy is astounding but that's my ex for you.

Tom lives in our old house on his own, apart from the various short-term girlfriends he meets on line. He's getting a lot of casual sex but I don't think he's really happy deep down. I do worry about him sometimes but to give him credit, he is doing his bit as far as the kids are concerned and we are civil to each other if no longer close.

Lisa continues to play the field and appears particularly attracted to married men whom she targets mercilessly. To my certain knowledge she has broken up at least two marriages apart from mine and Tom's and no doubt will leave more destruction behind her as she gets older and more desperate.

And me? Well I live with five children I love - perhaps soon to be six - and with a man nearly ten years younger than me, whom I adore and who adores me. It doesn't hurt that he's gorgeous and the best lover I have ever had - better than I ever imagined I would have.

So does this count as a happy ending? 

Perhaps it's more of a beginning. 

With a true story like this, you never know!



Sandie's First Swing



The bedroom door closed behind them. Before I could say anything or even move, Paul had spun me round and kissed me full on the lips. It took me by surprise. What took me even more by surprise was the way my body responded. I returned his kiss passionately, my mouth open, my tongue seeking his and for some time we 'made out' like teenagers in the kitchen doorway, his hands caressing every part of my body they could reach.

Eventually we had to come up for air and without a word, Paul took my hand and gently in his and pulled me towards the bedroom door. Something inside me knew that I was about to cross a rubicon -- that if I took that hand, things would start that I would not be able to stop and life would never be quite the same again. I took one last look at the door through which my husband of fifteen years has passed with his new lover, the sounds of their passion already audible, and took Paul's preferred hand. 

The bedroom door closed behind us too.

I'm a little unsure exactly what happened next. Within seconds, Paul's lips were on mine again, his tongue reaching deep into my mouth with mine responding eagerly in kind. His hands were a blur; in my hair; stroking the back of my neck; on the small of my back, on my buttocks pulling my body tightly against his, pressing his erection into my belly; reaching under the hem of my dress; inside my panties on my buttocks; inside my panties on my vulva.

I remember opening my legs slightly to give his fingers room and the shock of pleasure as his fingers slipped between my inner lips then the sudden disappointment coupled with relief when they moved away again. The bow on my waistband was undone, his hands were on my dress lifting it over my head; I raised my arms to help it pass; his hands were behind my back fiddling with my bra; it fell away leaving me standing only in my panties, my mind still a blur. He pulled my near-naked body into his powerful arms and kissed me hard on the mouth.

I barely recognise the 'me' that emerged now. Certainly I have never been so bold before or since but to my astonishment I confidently slipped my hand between our bellies and down the front of his shorts, grasping his shaft firmly. It felt simply huge in my fingers and I grunted into his mouth in surprise. 

His hands fell to my waist, then to my buttocks and he pulled me firmly against his body again, squeezing my hand, still wrapped around his cock, between our two stomachs. He slipped his hands inside my panties again and kneaded my buttocks as I clumsily massaged his erection, pulling my cheeks apart and running a finger lightly up and down my cleft, each downward stroke bringing his fingers closer to the base of my vulva and its precious hot core. It felt simply wonderful to be so sexual again.

As his invading fingertips touched my pubic hair from beneath, I heard myself whimpering softly and rolled my hips against his hand as he brought his palms under my buttocks. I rubbed my groin brazenly against his leg as if I was still a desperate teenager at a school disco.

I really can't explain what came over me next but before I knew it I had lowered myself to my knees and was unfastening Paul's shorts, pulling them and then the underpants inside them down to his knees. His already erect cock sort of 'popped' out as the elastic waistband suddenly released it from its captivity. I recoiled in surprise as it flicked forwards into my face. Jesus it was big! Suddenly I felt nervous -- to my shame, not because I was about to commit adultery but because I was afraid Paul would find me a 'poor lay'. Steeling myself and trying to remember all the tricks I used to know when I was younger, I took the huge thick shaft in my right hand and, with my left hand cupping his balls, took the head of his cock into my mouth.

It had been so long since I had knelt and sucked a cock that I had to think hard to remember how to do it properly. I knew Tom used to love what I did but over the years I had started to avoid it, much to his disappointment. Now, with the biggest cock I had ever encountered in my mouth, I had to remember fast but to my relief, instinct took over. In an instant, my mouth and tongue were around the head of Paul's cock and my hand was cupping and massaging his tight scrotum. My head began to dip forwards and backwards as I carefully let my teeth lightly grated against its firm sides and my tongue smothered its swelling, sensitive head.

Above me, Paul moaned with pleasure which filled me with delight. My hands found his buttocks and pulled him deeper into my mouth. My chest felt tight with lust and my tongue was all over and around him, finding the sensitive groove behind its smooth head and toying with it until I felt his knees tremble.

I was a real cock-sucker again! And what a cock! Not too long, but long enough to risk choking me and so, so thick!

My head bobbed forwards and backwards in time with the motion of my hands on his buttocks, oblivious to the risk that he would cum in my mouth. I suppose that deep within my lust-filled mind was the thought that this whole encounter might end in simply a blow-job and that I could pretend that I hadn't been unfaithful. But if the thought was there, it was buried deeply and I knew I needed more, whatever the cost! 

It seems that Paul was more in control than me because he gently took my head in my hands, slowing my movements until they stopped. He tilted my face up towards his, my mouth still around his head. His eyes in the low light sparkled. My face was merely inches from his flat tummy. My God! He looked gorgeous! 

He took my hands and gently pulled me to my feet and straight into a passionate embrace, his lips pressed hard against mine, his mouth open, and his tongue seeking my own. His hands slipped back inside my panties and once again found my buttocks. He slid his middle finger again down the cleft in my bottom, over my tight anus and deeper down between my thighs to reach the lower edge of my vulva. I moaned into his open mouth, feeling the last vestiges of reserve falling away and my knees weakening.

I raised my arms around his muscular neck and hung from him, feeling his sheer masculine strength all around me. His hands returned to beneath my buttocks and to my surprise he effortlessly lifted me bodily from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his upper thighs as he carried me forward, staggering a little in the semi-darkness until we reached the double bed where he bent over and lowered me gently onto the covers.

I dimly remember thinking that this was the last chance I had to retain even a tiny morsel of fidelity to my husband, but I was too far gone. I released Paul's neck and lay back on the pillows as he stood upright at the bedside, undressing quickly and casting his remaining clothes aside.

I watched silently and helplessly as he mounted the foot of the bed. His hands quickly found my knees and his fingers ran from there slowly up the inside of my thighs towards my panties. His fingertips danced over my crotch, then slipped under the elastic at each side. Ludicrously my muddled brain wished I'd worn something sexier. 

"Lift up!" He whispered and like a child I obeyed, raising my hips from the bed. He deftly slipped my panties down, over my buttocks and, as I lowered my bottom back to the sheet, along my legs and away, leaving me fully exposed, naked before his own beautiful naked form.

Despite my alcohol and lust filled mind, I automatically pressed my knees together in an instinctive if futile attempt at modesty. Paul seemed to notice this and chuckled then, placing a hand underneath each knee, firmly parted my thighs, spreading my legs wide and kneeling on the bed between them so that I could not close them again.

Suddenly I was very much aware of my vulnerability. I had never flaunted my sex to a man like this before, not even to my husband but Paul gave me no time for second thoughts. His fingers began to stroke the inside of my thighs, moving ever upwards until they found the triangle of short, wiry hair that I ridiculously wished I had trimmed for him. He briefly paused as if inspecting my vulva as his fingers very slowly explored the full outline of my slit, before slipping firmly and confidently into my moist opening. 

Now it was really happening. My body had now been invaded by a new and exciting man. I heard myself moaning softly as his long middle finger slid its full length into my vagina until his palm rested against my mound. I could feel the heat from his hand against my sensitive skin and imagined the physical power of the man behind it. He began to move the finger around in small circles inside my body and my belly turned to jelly at this unfamiliar touch. My head fell back and I closed my eyes as my legs lost all remaining tension and fell wide open allowing him to penetrate me a little more. 

I could feel the rough skin of his strong hands against my clitoris and began to tremble with rising arousal, my breath catching in my throat as I moaned louder. My body tensed then relaxed and slowly, carefully I felt him slide a second finger into me alongside the first. I groaned again in pleasure as his fingers filled me more at which point to my amazement he turned his hand over and thrust his fingers deep into my body, withdrew them a little and thrust them in again. 

I yelped in surprise and a little pain as he worked his fingers in and out of my body, reaching deeper with each thrust, curling them upwards towards my pubic bone and seeking the rough inner patch of my G-spot. My hips bucked slowly but forcibly back and forth against his hand, my back arching, harsher grunts now coming from my mouth. I bit my lip to try not to wake the kids above but could not keep quiet.

To be quite honest, giving birth to two children has robbed my vagina of much of its youthful tightness, so it wasn't until Paul inserted a third finger in me that the already incredible sensations became overwhelming. My moaning stopped, my chest became so tight I could hardly breathe and my body began to shake in my first major orgasm for a long, long time. I bucked hard against his hand now as if trying to ride it, feeling myself stretched further until what I suspect was a fourth finger was added to the incredible bulk thrust into me. My body now went into uncontrollable spasms.

"Oh God! Yes! Fill me! Hurt me!" My words, though low, cut the silence in the room like a knife.

"Shhh!" Paul hissed softly. I bit my hand hard to stifle the noise.

There was a sudden loud sound of moaning coming through the bedroom wall and I recognised Lisa's voice in what could only be a cry of arousal or near-ecstasy. My mind dimly wondered what my husband might be doing to Paul's wife barely feet away from where Paul himself was practically fisting me so amazingly well for the first time in my life.

The moan subsided and for a few seconds all I could hear were the creaking bedsprings and the soft, wet, slurping sounds of Paul's fingers in my vagina. Then a new wave of orgasm washed over me and my head simply span. The pungent odour of my body in climax hit my nostrils -- something else that had not happened for far too long. 

"Don't stop..... Ohhhh!.....Fucking hell...." I bit hard into my knuckles to try and keep silent.

A third spasm passed over me as my body writhed on the rumpled sheets and my splayed legs kicked uncontrollably until Paul pinned them down with his body.

To my combined relief and disappointment, he slowed his fingering gradually to a stop and my climax subsided a little. I lay still, sweating, almost gasping for breath, my face burning. But there was to be little respite. Bending low between my thighs, Paul quickly leaned forward and licked my stretched and tingling slit with a long single stroke from its base to my clitoris. 

Oh my God! The touch of his tongue on my engorged lips was overpowering. My hands reached down to grip his head tightly. At first I tried to push his mouth away from my vulva then I tried to pull him hard against it. He licked me again, this time his tongue firm and pointed. My fingers entwined themselves in his hair and held him firmly as his tongue began to dart eagerly in and out and up and down my slit, first in long strokes along my inner lips, then in short rapid movements across and underneath my so so sensitive clitoris. 

I began to moan and writhe again as Paul's tongue found and played with my clitoris alone. I was on the verge of another orgasm, my body now feeling tired when he slipped two fingers back into my vagina, rotating them as his tongue worked my clitoris hard. I began to climax again, twitching and breathing in shorter and shorter gasps.

I silently begged Paul to finish. To fuck me now before I passed out.

As if reading my mind -- or perhaps in my confusion I had spoke aloud - he released my vulva and slowly rose to his feet, watching me closely as I lay panting on the bed. He leaned over me and slowly and carefully introduced the tip of his cock between my open inner lips, placing his palms on my knees and firmly pushed them upwards and apart. 

This was it! This was the Big One! Deep down I knew I should have stopped him before yielding the very last vestige of morality but I was too far gone.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Paul!" I heard myself growl like an animal. "Fuck me now!" 

A steady 'thump thump' was coming through the wall from the room next door. It was not hard to imagine what Tom and Lisa were doing in 'our' room. It should have shocked me and brought me to my senses but it only turned me on more.

"Fuck me Paul -- like Tom's fucking Lisa." I hissed again, my voice no longer recognisable as my own. 

With a single powerful stroke, Paul drove his huge cock into me with what seemed like his whole weight. My eyes flew open in shocked surprise as he stretched my already-bruised vagina way beyond anything Tom's cock had ever done. 

"Jesus! Oh Jesus!"

He began to slide himself confidently in and out of my body; first in long, slow, silent strokes, then with increasing speed and vigour. I felt my vagina tightening around his shaft and my arousal grew and grew with every deep penetration. 

His face barely inches above mine, Paul began to thrust harder and harder. I grunted aloud and he kissed me passionately on the lips, partly I'm sure to silence my squeals. My back arched again and I tried hard to clamp down on his thrusting cock with my pelvic floor. It seemed to work because for the first time Paul began to grunt too and he redoubled the ferocity of his thrusts, forcing my legs painfully wide. Now our bed began to make 'bump bump' noises in time with those coming from Tom and Lisa as his hard thrusts drove it and me gradually along the tiled floor. 

Without leaving my body, Paul reared up a little and pulled my legs in front of him, pressing them together and upwards into my chest with his strong hands, tightening me further around his cock. This was a real surprise, the sensations were amazing and the effect was instant. I gasped aloud as yet another climax flooded in on me. Forcing my knees even harder together, he pulled me down onto his driving cock. Its thick wiry base burned my vulva and as his thrusts grew faster and faster I felt him beginning to reach his own climax.

With little warning, Paul's face twisted and contorted as he finally began to cum. Odd little grunting noises filled the room and he began the short, sharp, stabbing thrusts that meant he was ejaculating inside me. I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against my buttocks. I gasped with each deep, painful thrust as his muscles bunched and his powerful body slammed into mine. I gritted my teeth as his full weight came down upon me repeatedly, driving my hard into the sheets until I felt sure my back would burn with the friction.

Eventually his thrusts slowed, then stopped and he rested, breathless, his weight heavy on my exhausted body. I felt the familiar and strangely pleasing sensation of a satisfied cock gradually softening inside me. Silence descended in our room, broken only by the continued sounds of the bed next door and Lisa's low moaning.

Emotionally spent, I ran my palms up and down his slightly sweaty back and over the firm buttocks I had admired for so long as he laid on me, his flaccid cock still within my body. I stroked the back of his thighs as we lay there as if drawing his body into mine, still very much joined at the waist and ran my fingers almost lovingly over his shoulders and upper arms as we both recovered our breath.

After what seemed an age, his cock slipped messily from my hot, sticky body and he rolled over to lie alongside me. I could hear both our breathing in the low light.

"Are you ok?" He whispered. I nodded, almost incapable of speech.

"I'm tired." I replied, feeling totally spent and physically battered. "That was ...."

I rolled over onto my side, my back to Paul and without another sound, fell asleep.

***

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. I remember a little later, waking up to the feeling of Paul's hot body pressed against my back as we spooned together on the bed. I remember feeling his cock hard against my buttocks, rubbing back and forth against my sore vulva. 

I remember reaching behind to touch his hardness; him lifting me bodily onto my knees with my bottom in the air. I remember protesting half-heartedly as he knelt behind me and the shock as he entered me doggy style -- a position I find painful as it allows Tom to reach so deep within me it feels as if I've been punched in the belly afterwards.

I remember clearly the massive invasion of Paul's cock from behind, deep into my vagina until his wiry pubic hair scraped against my buttocks; the pain of him stretching me; the pressure of his cock on my cervix. I remember reaching backwards to try and push him away but being overpowered by his strength.

I remember him thrusting hard and violently into me, his hands holding my hips so tightly they bruised, the loving care of our first mating a thing of the past; the pain when he pulled my hair; the humiliation as he slapped my buttocks as he thrust in and out of my body.

I remember him grunting almost in triumph as he came forcefully in me again and the weight of his body on my back as we fell to the bed.

I remember less clearly him rising over me at least once more before the night was over and taking me again, my dazed mind and exhausted body in total compliance and submission to his desire. It must have been like fucking a doll, because it could be called nothing esle.

***

The following morning must rank as one of the worst in my life. I was awoken around six after very little sleep by the sound of the kids chatting in their 'dorm' room upstairs. My head throbbed, my body ached as if I had been hit by a train and it took a good few seconds for me to realise where I was, who the naked man was sleeping next to me and, as oceans of shame and guilt began to wash over me, what had happened last night.

For the first and only time since our marriage, I had slept with another man! No, I thought as the memories gradually became clearer, I had been comprehensively fucked by someone who was not my husband. There could be no other word for it, I realised, remembering at least something of all the times he had taken me during the course of the night. I had cheated on my husband. I was an adulteress. The fact that tom had also cheated on me didn't console me.

An irresistible urge to get clean came over me, as if by removing the outer traces of my guilt I could somehow pretend it all hadn't happened. Slowly, carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping Paul, I slipped from the bed and stood very unsteadily alongside. My legs and hips ached terribly; the terrible soreness between my legs made me wince aloud and my head span. Paul stirred and for a second I thought he would wake up but he just rolled over and breathed more slowly in his sleep. I stood with my legs a little wider apart and looked around the room for something to cover my naked body.




Sandie's First Swing



The room was strewn with discarded clothing; both mine and Paul's as well as the normal untidiness of a holiday bedroom. Eventually I spotted a long T shirt Paul had been wearing the previous day and slipped it over my head. It just about covered my bottom so, holding it down in case the kids appeared, I tiptoed from the room and into the hallway en route to the bathroom.

"Hi Mummy!" I span around to see where the greeting had come from. "Why are you wearing Uncle Paul's top?" My ten year old daughter Emily was sitting on the stairs in her pyjamas, rubbing her eyes. "The boys are making too much noise. I can't sleep. What's that funny smell?"

Still more than a little dopey myself, all I could do was whisper.

"It's too early to come down yet Sweetheart. Pop up and tell the boys they can watch TV up there if they keep the sound down low."

Emily frowned a little, but the prospect of being able to tell the older children what to do had a powerful appeal. She turned and skipped back up the stairs then paused and turned.

"Auntie Lisa was making a terrible noise last night. Did she hurt herself?" My heart skipped a beat. Had the kids -- especially the boys who were older -- heard the sounds of our fucking and understood what was going on beneath them?

"She was just having a bad dream, Em..." I replied reassuringly. "Did it keep you all awake?"

"No Mum." She replied and I felt so relieved. "Just me." And with that she went up and into the dorm room. 

I breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief and opened the bathroom door, slipping inside silently and locking it behind me before turning slowly around to look in the mirror and face the fallen woman I felt sure would stare accusingly back at me.

To my surprise, I had not grown devil's horns during the night -- the woman in the mirror was definitely me, but not a 'me' I would want anyone else to see. My hair was a mess, my remaining make up smudged over my face -- a face that was flushed pink. My eyes still bore some make-up but were puffy and dull.

I groaned when I saw two large, dark love bites on my neck. Oh my God! Hickeys! I hadn't had one of those since I was in school. What could Paul have been thinking of? What other damage would I find? Gingerly I grasped the hem of the T shirt and rolled it up and over my head, casting it aside nervously then stared carefully at my naked body in the mirror.

My posture sagged with shame but to my relief, there were no more love bites immediately visible although my chest was flushed pink too. My boobs ached terribly and as I carefully inspected them, I noticed there were small bruises on the sides as if from fingertips and my nipples were very sore. I shuddered as I noticed the fading remains of teeth marks on the sides of both. 

What had I done? I knew I had to look in one further place to find out.

With great trepidation I raised one foot onto the side of the bath and bent over to inspect the final 'scene of the crime' between my legs. What I saw shocked me. Firstly my pubic hair was matted with dried and drying semen and the smell of stale sex was palpable. My outer lips were angrily swollen, red and puffy, as were my inner lips and there were thin trickles of semen down the inside of both thighs. There was a second large dark love bite on the inside of my left thigh too.

Jesus! What had he done to me? What had I let him do? And what had I done to him? How on earth could I face Tom?

I stepped into the shower and washed and washed myself until my skin hurt, as if mere soap and water could erase the shame and guilt. My vulva was too sore to wash as thoroughly as I wanted with semen oozing from me even as I showered, but eventually I felt a little more human, stepped onto the bath mat, carefully dried myself off, wrapped my body in the towel and nervously stepped outside the bathroom door.

In the hallway I realised I had a problem. My clean clothes were in our bedroom -- a room in which my husband and my 'friend' were probably still in bed together. I couldn't bear the thought of finding them asleep in the same bad, surrounded by the evidence of infidelity I had myself left in the room with Paul -- or even worse, walk in on them having one last fuck 'for the road'. My dirty clothes were in the room with Paul and I couldn't bear to go in there again and face my guilt -- or have to dissuade Paul from wanting a last fuck with me.

What could I do? Well I'm British so obviously I went to make tea in the kitchen, still wrapped in my towel, hoping none of the kids would come down and see me. Ten minutes later, shivering in the cold and hugging a warm mug to my bruised chest, I felt a bit better. Above my head I could hear the TV playing and the kids chatting loudly. I tried to hear what they were saying but it was no good.

"Morning..." A muffled voice said from behind me. 

I turned to see Lisa standing in the kitchen doorway dressed only in Tom's checked shirt. Something prevented us making more than the most fleeting of eye contact but in that half-second I was able to take in her appearance. Lisa looked as bad as I had felt before my shower. Something vindictive in me was pleased that this woman nearly ten years younger than me could look so bad after a night of passion but then I remembered that this was the woman my husband had fucked so spectacularly volubly the night before and I added anger to my mix of shame and guilt.

"Tea?" I asked as casually as I could manage and she nodded, clasping the mug to her chest as I had done before sloping away silently towards the bathroom, walking a little strangely as if she too was sore...

There was an air of tired, hung-over, guilt-ridden tension throughout the cottage as we eventually rose and dressed. I wore the dowdiest jeans and highest-necked top I could find but the hickey was still visible above the neckline. Barely a word was exchanged as Lisa and the two men took turns to use the bathroom. While Paul was in the shower I recovered my clothes from his and Lisa's room, shuddering at the memory of what had happened there one hours before. 

The terms of our rental meant we all had to be out by 10am so there was no time for post mortems, recriminations or accusation. The kids must have realised something was wrong because the four adults barely spoke to each other while packing and cleaning the cottage, and none of us ate breakfast -- we were barely able to look each other in the eye.

Finally the two cars were packed and the kids hugged and fastened in the back seats. It was the moment I had dreaded -- goodbye time. With stiff formality, Tom shook Paul's hand and kissed Lisa on the cheek. Lisa appeared to want to kiss him on the lips but Tom avoided them. I kissed Lisa too and she squeezed my hand as we parted, looking anxiously into my eyes. I'm not sure what she saw. Finally it was my turn to kiss Paul goodbye. He pecked me on the cheek as if nothing had happened but as he did so he whispered "Call me... please!"

And so the holiday came to an awkward, embarrassing end.

The journey home was over three hours long and, once the kids had settled with their ipods and books, an uneasy silence fell between Tom and me. I suppose we both knew this had to be discussed but neither of us wanted to start. After nearly a whole hour staring out of the window and fidgeting painfully on my sore bottom, Tom made the first attempt to break the ice.

"Are you... ok?" He ventured. I nodded.

"I'm not sure what happened last night, I..." He continued.

"You fucked Lisa right in front of me, that's what happened?" I hissed angrily, as if to distract from my own guilt. To his credit, Tom didn't react badly.

"I think we both surprised ourselves, don't you? If what I heard coming from your room last night is anything to go by!" I wondered what exactly he meant. Certainly my own behaviour had been quite unlike anything I had done before. "I mean we both discovered a side to our nature we didn't realise was there."

"I suppose you're right." I replied. "And I suppose if we don't talk about it the whole thing will fester and cause damage we can't repair. If that's not already happened."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean do you want to leave me now?" I said softly but firmly.

"For Lisa? I don't think she's on offer!"

"I mean now I'm... soiled goods! Can you live with me after what Paul did... what I did...?"

"Do you want to leave me after what I did?" He challenged.

"I don't think so. No, I know I don't" I replied after a few moments' thought. Tom was visibly relieved. 

"So we'll try and work our way through this? Together? Not just for the kids?"

"We'll try. I still love you even though I hate what you did. And you must feel the same about me I guess."

"That's good. Because I still love you too but I can't bear to think of him doing... all those things I heard... to you."

"It wasn't easy for me, hearing all the noise coming from our room -- OUR room, Tom."

"I know, I'm sorry." He sounded sorry too.

I squeezed his hand and he squeezed mine and silence descended but in a much more bearable atmosphere.

"Did you... do it... a lot?" He asked with a shame-faced look as if not wanting to know the answer but unable not to ask the question.

I frowned, desperate to get the confessions over and move on -- or was it to stop facing my -- no, our -- guilt?

"A few times." Was my cryptic reply. Tom made a strange guttural sound as if in distress. "It's not as if you were a monk is it?" I hissed angrily. "Lisa's squealing woke up Emily. You could hear it all over the house!"

"I know!" He hissed back. "She was insatiable. It almost scared me!" Now it was my turn to snort in derision. "Sorry. But she was."

"Did you... you know... inside her?" I asked, remembering how Tom's face looked above mine whenever he climaxed within me. It was a face I had previously thought only I would ever see.

"Yes." He replied after a pause. There was a longer pause then he went on. "Well in the condom anyway. Lisa had a box by the bed even though she knows I had the 'snip''. 

He thought for another second before asking almost threateningly. "Did Paul... cum...inside you too?"

"Yes..." I replied as softly as I could then suddenly shot back in my seat. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed in a hoarse whisper as realisation dawned. It had clearly dawned on Tom too.

"Didn't you use any... protection?" He asked almost inaudibly, as if unwilling to utter the words. My heart stopped and my blood ran cold.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Was all I could reply.

"What? You didn't?"

"I didn't think. You and I never need it so... I didn't think!"

"Christ! You let him cum in you unprotected? All those times?"

"Oh my God!"

"You could be pregnant!"

"Jesus! Tom I'm so sorry..."

"He could have knocked you up already! How many times did you do it?"

"Three. No, four! I don't knowwww!" I confessed, my head sinking into my chest.

"Four times? And you slept with it all inside you all night?"

I nodded, my eyes quite unable to meet his. Tom breathed in slowly and noisily.

"Well at the very least we have to get you the morning after pill really quickly." He croaked. "We'll go to a pharmacist on the way back, that way no-one will know who you are."

I could feel the tears beginning to run down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Tom. I didn't mean it to happen. I'm sorry any of it happened..." I snuffled, ashamed, as if I couldn't even get infidelity right.

To my surprise, he reached across the gear shift and held my hand. He squeezed it.

"I'm sorry too. I don't know what came over us. Neither of us should have done it. It's not your fault -- well not just your fault. There's enough guilt to go round."

There was a long pause. I stared out of the window at the fields flashing past.

"Do you think we will get over it?" I asked through my drying tears. Tom didn't reply straight away.

"Do you want to?" He eventually countered. I nodded emphatically, adding: 

"If you can forgive me."

Tom went silent for what seemed like a long time but can only have been a couple of minutes.

"I can if you can." He eventually whispered, raising my hand to his lips.

I dissolved in tears.

Later on in the journey we pulled off the motorway and stopped for lunch in a market town nearby. While Tom took the kids to McDonalds -- something I would never have allowed in normal circumstances -- I found a medium sized pharmacy and obtained the morning after pill, not without more than a few white lies. We returned home with a rather lighter atmosphere in the car.

Lisa called me on my mobile that evening but I didn't take the call. She left a voicemail message hoping we were both OK and reassuring us that the 'first time' was always difficult. She said we should feel free to talk to either of them if we felt we needed to.

I didn't call back.

The next two weeks were difficult for Tom and me as we tried to maintain a 'normal' household for the kids while trying to adjust to the fact that we had both been so easily persuaded to be unfaithful. It didn't always work and several times either Tom lost his temper or I burst into tears for no reason the kids could either see or understand.

Needless to say, neither of us wanted sex for a while. Both of us had ended the weekend sore -- very sore in my case - and Tom couldn't bear to get intimate with me while I still bore the 'hickey' marks of my infidelity. Outside the house I wore high collars and scarves but Tom could still see them when we were at home. His own hickeys were fading much faster but once mine began to fade too, things started to return to something closer to 'normal'.

Then, just when it looked like we had put the worst of the problem behind us, I missed my period and we found out that the pills had failed and I was pregnant with what could only have been Paul's child. When I came out of the bathroom with the home test in my hand we were both stunned. 

To my relief there were no rows; no shouting; only a few tears, mostly from me.

I met Lisa for coffee a few days later on 'neutral ground'. We talked awkwardly about the usual stuff but we both knew that we had to talk over that night and I eventually found the courage to begin. 

What Lisa said surprised me. It seems she and Paul have been low-level swingers for some years and thought Tom and I had been sending out signs we were interested during the week. I could almost see what she meant -- certainly I had been much more flirty than normal and had certainly watched Paul more than perhaps I should -- but there had never been any intention on my part at least.

It seems that leaving hickeys to 'mark' your conquests is part of the swinging game, and helps keep the memory of the thrill in you and your partner's minds for longer. She even hinted that she and Paul would like a repeat performance but I pretended I hadn't understood that suggestion. Lisa asked me several times if I was alright about when had happened and I tried to pass it off as an interesting experience. I didn't tell her that I was actually pregnant with Paul's baby as I sat opposite her -- some things need to remain secret. 

Thank goodness neither Tom nor I even considered keeping the baby and within two weeks I had a termination. Tom held my hand throughout the whole process which helped repair the bond between us further. They also tested both of us for STDs which hadn't occurred to either of us. Fortunately there were none.

Now the physical scars have vanished and the psychological ones are fading too. We won't be quite the same again but at least we are a family still. We still see Lisa and Paul, mostly for the kids' sake, but we won't be going on holiday with them again.

In a quiet moment I do sometimes remember what was without question the best, most exciting sex of my life. But there's more to life than just sex and I think my swinging days are over.



Sandi's Best Friend's Husband



This story is entirely fictional. There is no correlation between any of these characters and any actual, living person. Thanks to SwingerJoe for his guidance in all things literary for this, and the last story. Any mistakes are because I ignored his sage wisdom and paid the price. 

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Sandi was in between her first and second appointment of the day. The weather situation was deteriorating by the minute. The precipitation had changed from rain to freezing rain, which was beginning to change to ice as the ground temperature approached freezing. It was already getting slick on the streets in spots. But she had to get the medication delivered before 5:00 that evening. Her destination was 5 miles out of town to the east. All the others were occupied and she was the only one who could manage to get away. It was not a normal thing, but, because of the weather, patients were trying to get the things they might need for the 3 or 4 days it was supposed to be nasty. So Sandi got pressed into service. She was going to shut down the office anyway and let the staff go home before it got too bad to drive in. 

She was heading for US Highway 82, then east for about 5 miles, then to a country road for another from another mile. As she passed one of the side streets, a car pulled out in front of her. In normal conditions it would have been a minor inconvenience, but today, when she slammed on her brakes to avoid the car, she was thrown into an uncontrollable spin. Her car careened at an angle to the curb, jumped it and headed straight for the telephone pole. 

It was as if she had choreographed the whole thing. Like she was a stunt driver. The pole came in contact with her bumper square in the middle. It totally destroyed the license plate. Not hard enough to deploy the airbag, but hard enough to push the front grille into the radiator, causing "Old Faithful" to shoot out the front. As the moisture fell back to the ground, it coated the front of her car with ice. She opened the door, glad she was OK. 

She got out and surveyed the damage, shaking her head. She would not be able to get the medication to the patient. She quickly called to see if anyone at the office had a 4WD vehicle and could take the medication to its waiting patient on their way home. They'd check and call her back. 

She shook her head, hating the situation but knowing there was nothing she could do. Within 5 minutes she got a call telling her that one of her employees lived out that way and could drop off the medication on their way home. It was a relief. She always placed the patient first. 

But she was still stuck there knowing it would be next to impossible to get a wrecker out to tow her car anywhere on a Friday afternoon at 4:30 PM, especially in weather like this. So she decided to call Dave to come pick her up. She could have her car towed over the weekend. She was punching in his number when a vehicle honked right next to her. She closed her phone and turned to see Scott in his truck with the passenger window rolled down. 

"Bad news, huh?" he asked her. 

"Just hit a slick spot when I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting an idiot who pulled out in front of me." 

"Good luck getting a wrecker today." 

"The absolute worst time to need one. It would take hours to get one out here, if at all." 

"Let me hook on and I can pull it to your house. You can have someone pull it to a body shop next week. You can't leave it sitting here." 

"OK. That's the best we can do today." 

Scott pushed her car back over the curb, lining it up so he could attach a strap to the front end and tether it to his vehicle. But the radiator kept spewing steam and atomized anti-freeze with gusto. 

"We're going to have to wait until this stops if we don't want to get steam-cleaned. It may take a while before it stops," he said. "You look like you're freezing." 

"I didn't dress for this. It snuck up on me." 

"While we're waiting for your geyser to die, why don't we get a cup of hot chocolate or a cup of coffee." 

"I can just sit in my car until it stops. You don't have to wait. David will be off work in a few minutes. He can get me." 

"Can he pull your car? 

"No, I don't think so. I don't think his little truck can pull it." 

"I don't want to leave you out here by yourself." 

"Well, you could take me home and you and David could come back later and get it. What about Diane? How is she getting home?" 

"It's a lot worse south of here. Getting her home tonight is out of the question. She already volunteered to stay and fill in for those who couldn't make it in for their shift. So she's not coming home tonight. I was just going to get something to eat since I don't have to wait for her. I didn't feel like cooking and I didn't want to wait any longer in case the weather gets worse." 

"I'd like to get home while it's still light out." 

"Sure. Hop in. I'll take you." 

"Thanks. I really appreciate it." 

He walked around his truck and opened the door for Sandi, closing it behind her after helping to buckle her in. Why he did that, he had no idea. She wasn't a child. With tits like those, God knows she's not a child. It took him more time than it should have. As he was folding the belt over her chest, he brushed against her breasts. They both felt it immediately. He held for a pregnant second, but said nothing. She could not blame the cold on the hardening of her nipples. An innocent brush of her breasts had placed her whole body on high erotic alert. He walked around the front of his truck, opening his door and planting himself behind the wheel. The touch had also affected him. As he settled back in the seat, fastening his seat belt, he slid his hand down his right thigh, straightening his dick out down his leg inside his sweat pants. 

The shadow it created was unmistakable, outlining the size perfectly for Sandi to see as she followed his hand up and down his thigh. Her eyes widened at its sheer size. She buried her hands in the junction of her thighs, under the pretence of warming them. Well, in a sense that was true and at that moment, it was the warmest place on her body. She had to hide the movement of her fingers, though. She couldn't get carried away, her clit was becoming more and more sensitive, and if she wasn't careful, she would move past touching a good spot to hitting the right place and causing her to jerk visibly. But she was definitely getting aroused. 

She thought to herself, "How could I have missed THAT all these years?" Maybe he kept it covered better, or maybe because I wasn't really into big cocks then, either. Her mind raced with the possibilities. It presented Sandi an uncomfortable visitor to her mind - a moral dilemma. How could she fuck that impressive log and get what she needed without hurting her friend? Or her husband? 

She and Diane could not have been closer than they had been recently. Though they had know each other for years, somehow life had pushed their friendship out to the fringes. In the last couple of months they need renewed their friendship with vigor and picked up where they had left off. Sandi had confessed her infidelity to Diane, who tried to help her understand its effects on David, and how her husband's "missteps" had caused her problems she still dealt with. 

It made no difference to Sandi at the time that Diane had told her virtually the same thing David had told her about the pain infidelity inflicted on the faithful partner, she ignored both of them. Their words proved to be prophetic. But things were different now between her and Dave. 

So, with their friendship on the right track again, Sandi didn't want to upset the current status quo by having to explain to Diane why she fucked her husband. 

But there it was - that gorgeous cunt stretcher just laying there on his thigh in plain view. It was taunting her. Calling her. Her body was already preparing to be plundered. She suddenly smelled herself. She wondered if Scott could. Luckily, it was not a long way to her house and they arrived and went in. She took off her coat and hung it on a chair back in the dining room, followed by his. 

She couldn't stop leering at his groin. As a diversion, she turned and entered the kitchen to prepare some coffee. As she passed the hallway to the AV Room, she saw the light turn off through the crack in the nearly closed door. She thought, "David must be home. That will help." 

"I'll be right back. Let me make us some fresh coffee. We have time." 

He didn't reply, but silently followed her into the kitchen. She walked up to the counter with her back to the door. She got out the coffee and poured it into a new filter and set it on the counter. She removed the coffee pot and rinsed it out, filling it with fresh cold water. After placing the new coffee filter in it, she was about to turn and get some cups down when Scott stepped up behind her. He was close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her. He leaned in close to her ear, "I can smell you." 

While she was considering her answer, Scott boldly edged closer. His hips met her ass and pressed his dick firmly between her cheeks. He was reaching over her shoulder to get a cup off an upper shelf. But instead of pulling back, as if it was an accident, he stayed in place and pressed her longer with a subtle simulation of sexual movement. 

She froze for a moment, inanimate with its inappropriateness, wondering how she should react to the apparent sexual advance from her best friend's husband. Her mind was torn in many directions. She knew her husband was home, so she was following their rules, but she didn't want to betray her best friend either. But there it was spreading her butt cheeks wonderfully. 

"Scott? We shouldn't. Your wife is my best friend..." she said sheepishly. No reply. 

The movement of his cock against her ass was not stopping, but gaining in momentum with her continuing lack of censure. It would have been easier if it had stopped. She could have pretended like it never happened and avoid being alone with him in the future. 

Instead, the longer she let it go on it became increasingly more difficult to avoid a response as she struggled to suppress a growing urge to reciprocate. Her eyes closed. "So hard. So damned hard. So hard. So hard to resist." Then something clicked in her brain on a primal level and she began pushing back against his humping, as his huge dick filled her hungry ass crack fully. All internal struggles stopped. She had resisted, even if minimally. Her body decided for her. 

She instantly came alive. Old urges took over, every system in her body arming itself for the complete sexual assault about to waged. Now that all hesitation had ceased and she had, by her own decision, joined the sexual simulation, all subtlety was dispatched. He grabbed onto her hips and humped her ass with purpose. 

She put on hand on the counter bracing herself to accommodate his more aggressive assault, while her other hand released her belt and freed the clasp, giving her the room she needed to incite her clit. He increased his speed and pressure, she matched him. 

He soon became aware that her pants were open. He pushed them down with her panties to mid-thigh. Then he pushed his own down and over his massive member which stood out straight. He pulled her hips back into his erection, smashing it against his belly, humping skin to skin now with her warm, smooth ass. He changed his motion to an up and down striking. 

He was mauling her tits. He moved one hand down replacing Sandi's hand. His fingers parted her engorged lips, making her wild with need as he caressed the nub protected by her soft curls until she was dripping with desire. His cock stroking up and down her ass drew her deeper towards a sexual abyss. 

Sometimes he would hit her "hot spot" just right making her jump uncontrollably. His thumb teased the sensitive button again and again until the sweet torture threatened to consume her. She called out his name with a raspy moan when three of his fingers penetrated her. He pulled back from her ass and inserted himself between her creamy thighs, pushing in and out against her now-sopping slit, but did not enter her. This was so frustrating to her. She kept trying to change her angle to get him inside her pussy without success. 

Several inches appeared in front of her when he pressed in fully against her. He replaced his hand on her pussy with hers, resuming his frenzied assault. Both hands gripped her lush child-bearing hips, as he increased the length and strength of his strokes. She formed an "O" with her hand, circling his cock as it appeared in front of her. It sparkled with her wetness, like an ear of corn slathered in hot butter. 

His stiff rod was grinding away at her little nub most deliciously, radiating electrical warmth all over her body. Her pussy began to scream its readiness to mate. She needed to feel him inside her right now. 

She turned and threw an arm around his neck, with her other reaching down and guiding him between her thighs - this time from the front. She moved her lips on his in small circles, devouring his, exchanging tongues, exploring, craving, enflaming both of them. His hands cupped her tits, flattening them to her chest obscenely. 

"My cock's not convinced you want it," he said an arrogant edge to his voice. 

Something about his attitude and bearing was very erotic to Sandi. It was his smug confidence, he was always right, and cocksure. His way was to take what he wanted, when he wanted it - unless you stopped him. And right now he wanted to pillage the pussy of his wife's best friend. Sandi sensed his claiming her, and it excited her. 

"Get those fucking pants off. I wanna see my property that I'm about to fuck." She was incredibly aroused and needy. She quickly complied. 

It was obvious she was in heat, eagerly desperate to mate with him. Her inner thighs were coated with her preparatory fluids. She wanted to super-charge his passion, to make herself more sexually alluring, irresistible to her mate. Uncontrollable, unable to resist his urge, to fully capitulate to his need to fuck her without mercy. She wanted him to use her, and use her up. She had careened into the realm of primordial reaction. 

Her body was awesomely crafted to incite the rutting response. Her smell, her appearance, perfect in its viewing. Full, round tits so pleasing to see and handle, capped with irresistible nipples begging to be sucked and abused. Ample matronly hips screaming the way to the heaven of frenetic fucking, so alluring. 

She was broadcasting her availability to mate, sending sexually charged signals sub-consciously to any potential available plunderer. Pheromones misted the air from her luscious body. Scott responded as he was being manipulated to do. 

"How bad do you need this pleasure pole?" It wasn't really a question. 

She took one last parting kiss, breaking their embrace and walked past him, out of the kitchen into "the room." He didn't see her turn to the two-way mirror and wink while tweaking a nipple. She set the lights just bright enough to highlight his massive cock. She touched another button on the switch, filling the room with a thunderous, animalistic, rhythmic chant. It was nasty and raunchy. Perfect for the nasty fuck she was building between them. David had read her mood and selected the most appropriate music. 

The music matched the screaming in her loins, and she turned it up loud. The bass reverberated though the room. She could feel the rumble deep inside her body in a place that fed her fuck hunger, joining with the sexual anticipation to shove them closer to a hot, fast, dirty screw. 

She swayed her naked body, hips swinging enticingly to the side of the bed where Scott lay on one side, leaning on one elbow, leering lecherously up and down. His giant cock jutted out from his body, commanding her total attention. She stood facing him directly, and clasped her hands behind her head. Her magnificent tits were framed perfectly between her arms, her perfect swollen nipples blatantly advertising her sexual desirability. 

She shook her shoulders, thundering her tits in a maelstrom of movement in every direction. Her hands dropped and squeezed them roughly, while she began thrusting her pussy toward him in a simulated standing fuck, as if her wet pussy was surreptitiously engulfing a phantom cock and holding it inside. In her mind she was imagining his huge cannon being buried in her with every thrust of her hips. 

She moved closer to him, continuing her thrusts, bringing her scalding cunt with reach of his fingers, tempting him. His hand rose toward it, then grabbed one of her wrists, pulled it down and pulled himself up into a standing position, while pushing her down to the floor. He readied her by placing his palm against the back of her head, ready to embed himself in her throat. 

His forcefulness sent a shiver of lust through her. Goose bumps dotted her tits and nipples, stiffening them further. But she evaded his grasp and pushed him backwards and he fell on the bed. She crawled up the bed on her knees, throwing her leg over his hips. 

But, instead of sinking his cock in her pussy, she took it in her hand and slid the tip through her slickened trench, lubricating it profusely. Then she slid forward and plunged her body downward, impaling her ass halfway down. She raised her ass up and plunged back down on the entire shaft, completely devouring it in her secret tightness. 

He clamped his arms around her waist and pulled her to his chest, turned her over and laid her on her back - all without pulling out of her. He pushed her legs back, spreading her knees wide until her thighs smashed her tits. 

And in less time than it takes to read about it, he slammed his tumescent cock deep in her asshole, pushing the air out of her lungs in a hoarse, guttural "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" from Sandi. He pumped furiously in and out of her gaping ass, stroking from tip to root. Electrical impulses were gathering in her, pushing outward, as if they originated in his cock, until her body reached the limits of any possible denial, refusing to be ignored any longer. 

The final annihilation of her sexual nervous system began like a stick of dynamite that had reached the end if its fuse. Her body hung on the moment of anticipation just before detonation. Suddenly, her whole body stiffened. Her hands gripped his arms, her head flew back as the sensations centered in her asshole triggered other sticks of sexual dynamite all over her body. She was absorbed into a universe of one, skimming on the crest of raw orgasmic energy, on a fast track to a bottomless, yawning chasm below, then falling, falling. All stimulation becoming unidentifiable, but all-consuming in intensity. 

She was morphing into pure sexual energy. He was unrelenting, pummeling her with greater purpose. She lost consciousness, overloaded sensors shutting down all non-essential systems. At last, he grunted and buried his fat cock to the hilt for the last time, pulled out, crawled around her on his knees, pointed the business end of his weapon at her magnificent tits and stroked it with his fist. 

A few strokes was all it took to spew his man milk on her chest, painting the top half of her breasts and nipples with a creamy stripe. Then another flung across her chin and into her gaping mouth, dripping down her tongue. When he was finished, her face and upper body were criss-crossed with his sperm, dripping down her body towards the sheet. 

Her eyes blinked open a minute later, impaired by the jism caught in her lashes. She reached down with the finger and wiped it from her eye, dipping the contents into her mouth, licking it until it returned clean. She massaged his seed into her plump bosoms, smoothing them like she was applying lotion. 




Sandi's Best Friend's Husband



Over, under, punching her nipples, caressing her tits, squeezing them together, desperate to show him her pleasure at being bathed in his load. The surface of her tits glistened in his slickness. With both hands she pulled a coated nipple up and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes locked on his, showing how wanton and needy she was, even now. 

His pecker began to stiffen again. She flashed an evil grin. Opening the drawer to the night stand by the bed, she pulled out some sanitary wipes and cleaned his cock of her ass juices. He was so big. She took a sanitary wipe in each hand, wrapping part way around the gigantic rod. She took leisurely, luxuriant passes up and down. He hardened into steel in her hand as she stroked the towelettes up and down, exciting every bump and curve. 

He reached behind her head and gripped her hair - hard. She stopped and whimpered. He turned her face toward his, bored into her eyes, and through clenched teeth declared, "My big cock wants pussy." He released her head pushing it away. Her hand reached for him and began stroking him. He grabbed her hair again, stared into her eyes and boomed in her face, "Pussy." 

Her hand immediately released him. She looked at him, questioning meekly, "How do you want it?" wanting to please him, but not really knowing what to do. 

"Cunt." He thundered. She rolled over and lay on her back, spreading her legs out wide. He slapped one of her inner thighs, indicating to her to spread her legs further. She remembered his wishes from earlier and drew her legs back against her chest, her sex displayed lewdly, ready, eager even, to be fucked. Inviting, inciting, it leaked down into her crack, coating her anus, it was throbbing. 

He grunted like an animal and pulled her by the hips until her ass hung over the edge of the bed. He nestled himself between her legs, his penis hovering above her belly, pulsing with his heartbeat. 

It was her favorite feeling in the world. She only experienced it with a big cock. The anticipation of being stretched. He pulled back and lowered the tip, aiming it like a torpedo at her unsuspecting sex hole. He could have sworn it winked at him, taunting the great beast in his grip. The beast backed up and then obliterated the hole in one mighty thrust. It didn't stop until it stretched the back of her womb tight. 

"Shit," she grunted. "More, you bastard. Is that all you can do with that thing?" she taunted. All bets were now off. He backed out and increased to ramming speed, relentlessly pounding, assaulting her pussy without mercy. She would pay for her words. 

He had seen in her the need to be submissive. So he made sure she had no defense against his marauding member. Over and over he slammed hard into her pubic bone, their thighs slapping loudly. Her insides were burning, on the verge of spontaneously combusting. His hands began their campaign on her. With one thumb battering her button, the other one battering her tits, pinching her nipples hard. 

Two minutes later, the only parts still touching the bed were her shoulders and her heels. She was thrusting up to meet his strokes with her hips, slamming their bodies into each other. Her pubic hair was matted with her caked lubrication. The scent of sex drifted thickly above them, almost a cloud. 

She was on the edge of another orgasm when he flipped her over, placing her on her hands and knees, slapped her ass hard, and started pounding her from behind. His hands gripped her hips and crammed his meat in as far as it would go. She had never felt anything so deep before, and in seconds had picked up where she had left off on her meteoric rise to ecstasy. 

She ached for more and arched her back, lining up her pussy with his power strokes, straining for maximum penetration. The last stroke hurled her over the precipice, tumbling over and over in orgasm after orgasm. She felt as if she was melting into a massive single flash of light consuming her flesh. She was grunting loudly with every stroke, involuntarily thrashing on the bed as sweat formed on her skin. 

It took all his strength to hold her in place enough to keep fucking into her. Her hair was matted with sweat, her pussy throbbed even after her jerking stopped. She wilted into the mattress with her ass sticking up in the air. 

He pulled out, and moved off the bed, walked to the kitchen, dressed quickly, his python dangling between his legs, dripping with their combined juices. He closed the front door quietly, started his truck and drove away. A smirk of victory on his face. 

Sandi lay motionless on the bed. Her eyes eased open, focusing on the figure standing at the foot of the bed. She smiled, looking for the object of her lust between his legs, but he was dressed and ready. She was visibly disappointed. She wanted more. She splayed her legs out lewdly, baiting him. She reached down and stroked her pussy up and down, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean. 

"My pussy's still hungry for cock," she teased. He didn't answer. "You can take whatever you want. Squeeze my titties hard, fuck me in the ass again. Blow your load on my face and tits." She was trying to be as seductive as she knew how. "Come on. Fuck me again. Gimme that beautiful cock hard in my pussy." Her eyes were still glazed, half-closed in sexual bliss. Her fingers brutally assaulted her clit, still wanting to ride the sexual high. "Goddammit. I wanna be fucked again. I need to get fucked. Do you want me to beg? I will. I need it so bad. God. Please. Fuck me." 

She pulled her hand from her sloppy, used cunt and sat up, annoyed, still not entirely focused on the figure and still not fully aware. She still rambled, "What the fuck? I'm giving you any hole you want to fuck. Just pick one and pound me. You can even finish in my mouth, I'll swallow it all. Fuck me. Suck on my tits." 

She crawled to the end of the bed. Her fingers were pulling and pinching her nipples, trying to drive him into a sexual frenzy with her wanton display. She rose up on her knees in front of the figure. 

"Are you gonna fuck me?" She stopped speaking, her mouth frozen in mid-thought, instantly sober and very relieved. "Oh, David, I knew you were here." 

"I kept wondering how I could send you a signal without spoiling the moment for you. I thought I saw you do a double-take when I turned out the light in the Room. I knew then that you knew I was here. What were you gonna do if I didn't show up?" 

"I don't know. I was desperately trying to think of something to slow it down. I didn't want to do anything without you here, but he wouldn't stop, and my body was beginning to have a mind of its own. I was never so relieved than when I saw that light turn off." 

"You want me to talk to him; lay down the law?" 

"No, don't do that. I just won't let myself be alone with him anymore. I can't believe I did that to Diane. What kind of friend am I?" 

"Well, you gave him every opportunity to put a halt to it, but he didn't. I think you're in the clear. Obviously, I wouldn't ever bring it up with her, and he's not gonna tell her. Just let it go as a one off." 

She rolled off the bed and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest. She buried her cheek in his shoulder, squeezing him tighter. She loved this man. "Thank you." Silence ensued for some time as they held each other. "I came close this time." 

"Close to what?" He wasn't being cruel by feigning ignorance, he needed her to acknowledge it. It was part of rebuilding the trust. 

"Breaking our rule. I don't want to think about what might have happened to us if I hadn't seen that light go off. I'd like to think I would've resisted until I knew you were here, but I just don't know." 

"If you're worried about it, then I believe you would have found a way to resist. I'd be more concerned if you WEREN'T worried about it. It shows me how much you've changed. You haven't always felt that way. I'm not worried about us anymore because of things like this." 

She leaned her head up and kissed him affectionately on the lips, then headed to the bathroom. 

"I had an accident on the ice this afternoon. He offered to bring me home." 

"I'd say he offered a lot more that." 

She continued, ignoring his comment, "It would have been impossible to get a wrecker out today, being Friday and with the weather. I'm just glad he came along when he did. I would have had to leave the car in somebody's yard otherwise. Scott helped me push it out of the yard so you could have it towed easier." 

"It looked like you were very grateful for his help," he said, teasing her. 

"It just happened. I wasn't looking for it. For Christ's sake, he's my best friend's husband." 

He softened a bit, "I'm just thinking of how you must feel right now. Like you've betrayed your best friend." 

"Don't say that, I tried to stop it." 

"I didn't say that to hurt you, or accuse you of anything; I'm concerned about you, and want to help you deal with it. I know you tried, and YOU know you tried, but still I don't think she'd understand." 

"No, me either. I DO know this - it'll never happen again. Her friendship and your trust are worth more to me than a big dick." She paused and thought out loud, "I still don't know how he managed to push all the right buttons." 

"He's good at that. It's how he is. He's been that way ever since we've known him. We'll just have to do better and make sure he doesn't get the opportunity to push them anymore." 

"Like staying away from him if you're not with me. That's something I can do." 

"I know it is, and I know you will. I have faith in you, Sandi." They held each other close, having passed another milestone.



Sandi's Birthday Trip



Chapter 1

"Daddy! Hurry up! We'll be late!" Sandi looked at herself in the hall mirror one last time and she liked what she saw. She knew her father would love it too: a crop top that plainly showed her braless nipples and a skirt so short she actually decided to wear a thong instead of going completely naked underneath. "That would come later," she smiled to herself.

Tom Sanders had wanted to do something special for his daughter since he divorced her mother 4 years ago. He'd always loved his daughter more than anything else in his life and now he was going to help her celebrate her 18th birthday in Aruba. He'd let her choose what she wanted for her birthday and a week in Aruba with her dad was what she came up with. When Tom asked her why she chose that, she'd said she liked the way he looked at her when she wore a bikini. "This way, I can wear a bikini all day every day and you can look all you want!" she said with a grin.

Tom wondered if she knew about his fantasies. How could she know, he'd been very careful to keep them buried deep inside only allowing himself to think about them in the dark of his own bedroom, late at night, as he would fall off to sleep. Then he would imagine the unimaginable: fucking his own daughter. He'd tried to think about when it all started. Sandi was 15 and she was staying at his house one weekend after the divorce. It was late at night and Sandi had gone to get ready for bed. She'd always been his "little girl" and even though her body had transformed in the previous couple of years he really hadn't thought of her in any other way. Then she walked in to say good night and everything changed.

Tom looked up and before him stood the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She wore a pair of white bikini panties and she'd put on one of his shirts. She hadn't buttoned it though, and it hung slightly open allowing a clear view of the swell of her breasts. He immediately felt self-conscious and quickly looked into his daughter's eyes. There was an unmistakable sparkle in them and a little impish grin on her lips. She's seen him looking he thought. 

"So do you like the way your shirt fits me?" she asked. 

"Yeah, the shirt... it looks fine. Better on you than me," he added without being able to stop himself.

From that moment on he found he couldn't stop thinking about his daughter in a sexual way. He'd lie in bed at night and imagine slowly kissing the swell of her breasts as he pulled the shirt back to reveal her nipple. His tongue would caress it causing it to harden. He'd picture his hand slowly moving down her stomach to the top of those little white panties, his fingers snaking under the band of elastic moving down to her moist pussy. Stroking his rock hard cock, he would cum in thick ropes and then he'd cringe inside. "What a pervert I must be, thinking about fucking my own daughter."

His awareness of Sandi's sexuality made the weekends difficult for him. He loved having her there with him, but he'd find himself hoping he would see her getting dressed or going to the shower. Whenever he did catch a glimpse of her it would become the starting place for a new fantasy and a new opportunity to masturbate with renewed vigor about his daughter.

Though Tom couldn't imagine it, Sandi wasn't exactly innocent in all of this. The night she wore her dad's shirt was part of a plan. She'd recently had a boyfriend break up with her and start dating another girl who she'd always considered a friend. Word got back to her that the boy dropped her because he thought she wasn't sexy enough. Sandi was devastated. She'd always enjoyed "playing with boys," as she called it. She'd sucked his dick, and let him get his finger up he pussy, not that she got much out of it. 

Now she had to determine if she was "sexy" or not. That's when she thought she'd see how her dad would react to her. She'd always thought he was very sexy. He was 6'1" tall with a medium build. He'd had a beard her entire life so she really didn't know what he looked like without it and he'd just started wearing his hair very short as a reply to the bald spot that was beginning to take over. In fact, he looked a bit like Sean Connery to her and that was very sexy!

With that in mind she went in to her dad's room, put on his shirt, pulled her panties up a bit so they would ride up between the lips of her pussy and walked in to say good night. The way her father looked at her convinced her she didn't have her sexuality to worry about. She thought for a minute she'd have to put his tongue back in his mouth for him. Then he'd mumbled something about how good she'd looked in his shirt. She went to bed that night with a smile on her face knowing that if she could turn on her dad, she must be pretty hot.

In fact that thought began to run through her mind a lot. She'd daydream about what might have happened that night and she'd get wet thinking about her dad making love to her. She loved the feeling she had when she'd imagine him between her legs and pumping his cock deep inside her. She started doing little things whenever she was around her dad to get herself excited. She'd wear just a t-shirt in the morning finding reasons to bend over in front of him, hoping he'd look at her tits. She'd sit with her legs slightly open across from him and watch to see if he'd sneak a peek up her skirt. He always did. 

Over the next couple of years, they developed an elaborate game of seduction although neither could or would admit it to the other. But they both loved it and secretly wished they could follow through on their deepest desires for each other. Sandi had finally decided that she would have to be the one to break the ice. When her father asked her what she wanted for her 18th birthday, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to get fucked by her dad, but if she told him that it would surely scare him off. Instead, she decided she would take him away somewhere that she could finish the seduction of him she'd started 3 years before. Finally, after playing with herself night after night, imagining her daddy's cock pumping in and out of her pussy, her dream would "cum true," she chuckled to herself.

She told her dad that she would take care of all the arrangements. He said something about separate rooms and she assured him not to worry. Separate rooms? Not a chance! She booked a room with one king sized bed and a perfect view of the ocean. She was told that many couples book the room for their honeymoon. "This may not be a honeymoon but there's going to be a whole lot of fucking anyway," she thought. 

She told her dad she'd need to buy some clothes for the trip. With the thought of seduction in mind she went out and bought the sexiest wardrobe she could find: the skimpiest bikinis, the shortest skirts, the sheerest tops, the sexiest lingerie. She picked out a little black dress that looked like it was painted on her lithe young body. 

The last thing she did was go to the beauty salon. Nosing around in her father's room one day when he was gone, she'd found a copy of a magazine called "Barely Legal." In it were nude layouts of girls who had just turned 18. It confirmed what she'd thought about her dad, he was a dirty old man... thank god! He liked young girls, and she was pretty sure he'd get to live his wildest fantasy on this trip, but she wanted it be perfect for him. She noticed that all the models had shaved their pussy. There was something very "little girl" naughty about the way they looked with their smooth little pussies spread open for the camera. That was when she knew what she would do. "I need a bikini wax," was what she told the receptionist and was taken to a private cubicle and told to undress. When the girl came in to her cubicle, she was more forthright. "I want to surprise someone special. Can you remove all my pubic hair?" She really wanted to say, "I'm going to seduce my daddy with my pussy looking like it belongs on a 12 year old, can you help?" but she thought that might not be the right thing to say! She smiled when the attendant told her, "No problem! Sounds like fun!" If you only knew, thought Sandi.

"My god! You look beautiful! I don't know why you wanted to bring me on this trip instead of one of your friends!" Tom stood looking at his daughter's sensuous body. This week was going to be harder than he thought, and in more ways than one, as he shifted his growing erection as subtly as possible. Sandi grinned triumphantly at him. 

"I just wanted to spend some time alone with you," she replied.

"Yeah, but if you'd taken one of your girlfriends you would have easily found many eager guys ready to party with you. Now you're stuck with me."

"Believe me, I'd rather be stuck by you, I mean, with you, than any young kid."

Tom caught the mistake but ignored its implications. "Honey, I'll be the luckiest man in Aruba!"

You can say that again, she thought as she smiled and gave him a big hug. "Oh daddy, I love you!" Her breasts smashed against his chest and she let her body mold to his, pushing her mons into him. "Oh my, I think he's beginning to get hard," she thought. This may be easier than I thought!

"Hey, I thought you said we were going to be late! Let's go!"

Sandi unwrapped herself from her dad's body. She wanted him so bad, she thought for a moment she should tell him, "To hell with the trip let's fuck right now," but she couldn't. She'd planned this for so long, she was going to do it right, even if she had to exercise all the willpower she possessed to do so.

"All right then, let's go!"

*

Chapter 2

Sandi looked at her watch and squirmed in her seat. It had already been 2 hours since they'd taken off and between her anticipation of the week ahead, sitting next to her father, the subtle vibration of the airplane, and the rubbing of her thong, which had eased it's way between her pussy lips, her pussy was as wet as she could ever remember. In fact she was sure she could smell her own juices. 

"Are you all right, honey?" asked her father.

"Yeah, sure dad. I'm just getting anxious to get there."

"Well, you should just try and relax. You were up so late last night packing, I'm surprised you aren't asleep by now."

"I'm not sure I could go to sleep right now. I'm too excited." If you only knew how excited, she thought. 

"Why don't you try any way? Here, put your head on my shoulder and close your eyes, you're probably more tired than you think," he said as he raised the airplane seat arm so she could snuggle up to him.

She couldn't resist an offer like that! Her body was aching for her father's touch. She leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"That's it, sweetie. Here this might even be better," he said as he raised his arm and put it around her. "Now, how's that?"

"Oh, daddy, you always know what's best for me, don't you!" she whispered in his ear.

Tom shivered as he felt his daughter's breath against his neck. He'd decided he couldn't take just sitting next to Sandi any longer. For the last two hours his eyes had constantly wandered to the expanse of thigh that she revealed as she sat next to him in her short little skirt. He swore if she moved he'd be able to see her crotch, which in his growing state of excitement he wouldn't have minded at all.

In fact, at one point he purposely dropped the magazine he was reading just so he could bend over and shoot a quick glance between her legs. When he did, he could have sworn he could smell the intoxicating odor of wet pussy... but that was more than he could have asked for, he thought. Maybe his little girl was fantasizing about the flight attendant. He couldn't believe he could possibly turn her on. 

He did wonder why she'd dressed so provocatively, though. His first thought when he'd seen her before they left was that she was getting a jump on the island ambience. She certainly didn't have many more clothes on than what was commonly worn down there. But when she'd given him that hug and practically glued herself to his body, he began to wonder what was going on. Of course he didn't mind, not at all. He'd practically had a hard on since that moment. 

"Daddy?" Sandi's voice roused him from his thoughts.

"Yes, honey, what is it?"

"Could you put that blanket over us, I'm getting a little chilly."

Tom's heart sank a bit. Damn, I was just getting used to looking at those beautiful legs, he thought.

"Sure. There, is that better?" he said as he pulled the blanket over her. 

"Thanks, but could you pull it over your lap too? There's a draft getting under that edge," she said indicating the blanket edge between them. "See, like this."

As Sandi pulled the blanket over to cover her father's lap, she pulled her arm under the blanket and let her hand drop to his crotch. She felt his semi-hard cock pointing up toward his waist inside his pants. Her forearm rubbed against it as she let her hand hang limply between his legs. 

"Oh, yes daddy. That's much better."

Tom's eyes rolled back in his head. Oh my god! She's almost holding on to my cock! He felt it harden as his daughter's hand rested less than an inch from his balls. He felt an involuntary spasm shoot through his cock, which in turn moved his cock against Sandi's arm. 

"Daddy, I can't wait to get to our hotel, can you?"

"No, uh... no I uh... I can't wait," he stammered like a 14 year old on his first date.

Sandi smiled. Everything was going to be just perfect, she could tell by the growing bulge next to her arm in her father's pants.

I wonder if daddy's ever fucked a young girl before? The thought began to excite her as she imagined her father seducing some teenager, maybe even one of her own friends! Oooh, that would be shocking wouldn't it, she grinned to herself. My daddy the dirty old man! Well soon he's going to get some little girl pussy and I can't wait. She let out a muffled groan. 

The thought of her father burying his face in her smooth shaved pussy filled her mind. The image made her so horny that she had to try to do something about it. Asking her father to put the blanket over her had two separate but related goals. One, which was a success by the feel of things, was to get her hand down between her dad's legs so she could feel his cock. The second was to give herself the opportunity to sneak her hand between her legs so she could rub her pussy. Ever since she had the hair on her pussy removed, she found she loved the feel of her smooth little puss. Of course, she loved playing with herself anyway but now there was something special about the feel. 

She realized it was because she'd done it for her father. It was something overtly sexual that she'd done just to please him. She was going to fuck her dad. The man who made her was going to fill her pussy with his cum. God was that a delicious thought.

Her hand found it's way between her legs and she was overwhelmed with how wet she'd become. Her thong was drenched and her thighs were actually getting sticky. As she snaked her finger under the thong and slid it between her lips, she shuddered when it touched her clit. Oh fuck! If I'm not careful I'm going to cum so hard I'll scream right here on this plane. She pulled her hand out.

Oh she ached to find that blinding release in her orgasm but she knew now she was just too turned on. She couldn't do it surreptitiously if she wanted to. Her fingers felt sticky with the oozing juices from her cunt. This could be fun, she thought.

With that she pulled her hand from under the blanket and pointed across her father and out the window.

"Daddy, did you see that?" she said holding her pointing finger in front of her father's face.

"What, honey?"

"I don't know, I just saw something there," she continued to point with her finger right in front of his nose.

"No, I don't see anything." Tom's nose twitched with a scent that attacked his now rock hard cock right through his nostrils. He shifted uncomfortably hoping to move it from Sandi's arm, which still lay in his lap. He knew without a doubt he could smell pussy when she held her finger in front of his nose. I think she's playing with herself... and me too! 

Could she know how he felt? He couldn't let himself believe it. She just must be a little turned on and touched herself. It was an accident that she pointed with that finger. "She probably didn't even realize it," he rationalized. 

"Daddy, could you hold me a little tighter, I'm still a bit cold. Why don't you put your arm under the blanket and then you can pull me close to you."

She's a little vixen, he thought.

"OK, here you go." He moved his arm under the blanket and decided to give her something to think about. If she was playing with him, this should put a stop to it.

He dropped his arm around her and let his hand fall to her hip. Under the blanket, her skirt had ridden up and as he let his fingers caress her, all he felt was skin, the smooth skin of her ass cheek. He gently moved his palm in a light circle. 

"Hmmmm... That feels nice daddy. Maybe you can give me a massage when we get to the hotel."

Tom moved his hand until he could feel the strap of her thong disappearing between her smooth young buttocks. Then, sliding his hand down along her left thigh he pulled her toward him. Sandi lifted her leg as she rolled into her father's embrace and let her outside leg cross over and rest on his. She felt his hand move back down to her ass and from behind felt the pressure of his fingers on her barely covered pussy. She let out a muffled cry as her father touched her.

"Is everything all right?"

Tom looked up to see a flight attendant peering down at him with concern across her brow. 

His cock wilted. His face flushed.

"Is your..."

"...daughter. She's my daughter."

"Is your daughter OK?"

"Oh, yes, she's fine. She's just a little tired and I think the motion of the plane caused her to feel faint. She'll be fine, thanks."

"Let us know if you need anything," she smiled as she moved on.

Sandi let out a giggle. 

Tom let out a sigh of relief. 

"Maybe you better sit up, I think we're going to be landing soon." Tom's head was spinning. He could hardly believe what had just happened. He nearly had fingered his own daughter's pussy, on an airplane no less! Not to mention almost getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar!

Meanwhile, Sandi could only think of one thing: her plan was working! She knew it was just a matter of a couple of hours and she would be right where she wanted to be... naked and riding her father's cock!

Ain't life grand!

*

Chapter 3

By the time they landed, found their luggage, and walked outside to find a cab, the reality of everything that Sandi had been planning hit her right in the center of her dripping pussy. The heat of Aruba was no match for what she was feeling. She knew that her father had taken the bait she had carefully been dangling in front of him since they left their house that morning. She couldn't have asked for a better response. Her dad was every bit the lascivious lecher she hoped he was. All those years of teasing, which had been growing in intensity between daughter and father would end today, this afternoon. Sandi was sure of it. 

As a final gesture of this long game of seduction, Sandi had a last surprise for her father. Upon arriving in the airport, Sandi excused herself to the women's room and removed her thong. Now it was just a simple matter of letting her little short skirt to ride up a bit in the cab so her dad could see her freshly shaved pubes. "He's gonna think he died and went to heaven when I get done with him!"

"Honey, are you all right? You can hardly stand still," Tom said as he looked at his daughter. 

"I'm just so excited daddy, I can't stand it!" 

Tom's eyes traced from her nipples standing at attention under her little crop top, to her smooth flat stomach and down to what he decided was the shortest skirt he'd ever seen. "I'm getting pretty excited myself," he thought. 




Sandi's Birthday Trip



After what happened on the plane, Tom had begun to consider the possibility that his daughter wanted him to bring her to Aruba for the purpose of seducing him. While he would never have allowed himself to consider that as a real possibility, he knew if he had the chance, he would. 

Finally, the porter waved them to a cab at the curb. It was a small car, typical outside the U.S., and after giving the driver their luggage, they squeezed into the back seat. 

"God there's hardly any room back here. You can put your arm around me if it will make you more comfortable, daddy." Everything was working out perfectly. 

"Thanks, honey." Tom put his arm around Sandi allowing her to lean into him again.

As the cabbie got in and pulled away Sandi was ready for the last part of her plan. She wanted to do this while her father couldn't really respond and the cab was the perfect place.

"Daddy, I have a little present for you."

"Sandi, you shouldn't have gotten anything for me. After all it's your birthday!"

"But daddy, I couldn't resist. Now like all good presents this one comes wrapped but I took the liberty of unwrapping it myself. In fact, all your going to get right now is the wrapping."

"OK..." Tom wasn't sure exactly where this was leading but after what happened on the airplane, he knew anything was possible with his sexy little daughter.

"Now, you know how sometimes people save the wrapping off of their packages?" asked Sandi.

"Yes and you know I think that's really tacky, like they're going to reuse it for someone else."

"Well, I think you might want to keep the wrapping I'm going to give you, but I doubt you'll use it for someone else." Sandi was enjoying her little game.

"This sounds interesting. OK, baby I'm ready," Tom's curiosity was definitely peaked.

"Now close your eyes and hold out your hand." Sandi looked up to make sure her father's eyes were shut. He held out is right hand and squeezed his eyes very tight.

"There, my eyes are shut good and tight," he said with a grin on his face as he played along with her game.

"I hope you like things that are good and tight, daddy." Sandi couldn't help saying. Sandi pulled her damp thong from her purse and gently laid it on her father's open hand. Then she placed her palm under his hand a slowly raised it until the crumpled but fragrant panties were directly in front of his nose.

It took a second before Tom recognized the exquisite smell drifting into his nose. He gulped and opened his eyes. There on his hand was a black thong. He knew exactly what this meant and reflexively looked down at his daughter's lap.

His eyes must have nearly dropped out of their sockets. The small strip of Sandi's skirt was pulled back toward her waist. Her legs were slightly parted and he could clearly see the puffy outer lips of her naked little pussy. He sat transfixed as he lowered his hand that held the panties in front of his nose.

"I hope you like it... the wrapping I mean," said Sandi innocently. She then took her palm and cupped her mons, rubbing it lightly. "I bet you can't wait to get your present now that you've seen the wrapping."

"Uh... yeah... I can't... I can't wait." Tom's mouth and brain were no longer functioning properly. He shifted slightly and then realized that he was trying to make adjustment for the raging hard once again had.

"Here daddy, let me help you with that." Tom jumped as Sandi moved her hand toward him thinking she meant his cock. Instead she grabbed the thong still resting on his hand and stuffed it into his shirt pocket. "There, now they'll be safe and sound."

"The Seaside Resort, right?" said the cabdriver as he turned into the driveway.

"That's right, thanks," said Sandi. Her father was still unable to speak. She casually pulled down her skirt, barely covering her mound. She reached over and patted her dad's leg.

"We're here daddy, let's go get our room."

"Rooms, you mean rooms," he mumbled. Somewhere in the back of his mind Tom was clinging to his vision of them each having their own room.

"Oh, yeah, right..." Sandi chuckled to herself. After all that and he still thinks were going to have separate rooms. He's so cute, she thought.

They paid the driver, and followed the bellman into the lobby. As they approached the desk Sandi said, "I'll take care of this Dad, I made the reservations."

"OK, sweetheart," Tom was glad not to have to talk to anybody. He watched Sandi from behind as she stood talking to the woman behind the desk. God, she is one fine piece of ass he drooled to himself. What the fuck am I saying, he thought. That's my daughter... yeah, the one I've been fantasizing about for the last four years!

Clearly Tom's emotions were in turmoil but any misgivings he might have had disappeared when he saw Sandi rise up on her tiptoes and lean over the counter so she could sign them in. As she did, the back of her skirt lifted high enough to reveal the cheeks of her ass. Tom quickly looked around him to see if anyone else noticed the display his daughter was providing. No one seemed to be paying attention, for which he was grateful. Of course, he was also grateful for the spectacular view Sandi was giving him. 

Sandi completed the check-in and turned to see her father checking out her ass. He looked up and his face reddened as she approached.

"Enjoying the scenery? You know Aruba is a desert island, which means everything is bare here. I hope you like it bare." Sandi loved toying with her father. 

"Did you get my room key?" asked Tom, ignoring her obvious reference.

"Yes. Here... I hope it fits. Let's go up and see..."

Sandi turned and led the way to the elevator. The bellman saw they were leaving and joined them.

"I hope you have a wonderful stay with us," the bellman greeted them.

"Why thank you! It's so beautiful here," Sandi replied.

"You'll never want to go back," the bellman said with a chuckle.

As the bellman led them to their room he pointed out the hotel's features and amenities. He opened the door and guided them in.

"Well, there is your luggage. If you need anything let me know," he said as he left them alone in the room.

As the door closed Tom realized that he had left their entire luggage in the same room. "Wait!" he called.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

"Well, obviously he forgot that he has to take one of us to another room."

Tom had walked to the door and began to open it. 

Sandi called after him, "Dad... just wait. I have to tell you something but first I need you to come here."

"But I can still catch him..."

"Please daddy, I can explain if you'll come in here."

Tom couldn't see Sandi from the door so he turned and walked back into the bedroom. When he turned the corner he stopped dead in his tracks.

Sandi's skirt and top lay on the floor in a pile. Sandi was on the bed; legs spread enough for him to clearly see her open pussy lips. Her shaved cunny glistened with a slick coating of her juices.

"See Daddy, I need you to help me with something. I need you to come and fuck your little girl, Daddy. I've been planning this moment since the day you told me we could go to Aruba. Don't disappoint me. I know you want me. I want you too. I need you."

Tom's ears burned with the truth his daughter spoke to him. She wanted him to fuck her. SHE WANTED HIM TO FUCK HER! 

"Sandi! Get off that bed and get over here right now!" he nearly yelled at her.

Sandi's heart sank. Oh shit, she thought. Slowly she got up and walked over to him, all of a sudden feeling very naked with no place to hide. She couldn't look at him.

Tom placed his finger under her chin and raised her head. 

"Sandi, how am I going to fuck you with these clothes on?"

It took a second for the words to sink in. "Oh daddy!" she cried and threw her arms around her father's neck.

Tom reached down and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. "You little slut! I'm going to fuck your brains out!" Then he bent down and kissed his little girl but this was like no kiss he'd ever given her before. His tongue probed her open mouth as each of them began to moan with pleasure.

Sandi pressed her hot little box into her father's cock. "Ooooh daddy, we need to let someone out to play!"

Sandi reached down and pulled open Tom's belt. As she yanked open his pants, Tom tore off his shirt. Sandi maneuvered him around so she could push him back on the bed, laughing as he started kicking his pants off.

"It might help to take off your shoes!" she laughed. She grabbed one and then the other, tossing them aside and then each leg of his pants, then his socks. All that remained was his underwear, which tented up obscenely with his rock hard cock. 

"Oh this is going to be fun!" she said as she crawled up the bed and straddled his legs.

"God, get them off me before I rip a hole in them!" cried her frustrated father.

"But Daddy, I've been waiting for this moment for so long I want to savor it."

Tom groaned in agony as he watched Sandi lean forward. Her beautiful tits swayed back and forth as they hung in front of his hungry eyes. He reached out with one hand to touch them. Sandi looked up and smiled and then she lowered her mouth to her father's cloth covered prick head. Her tongue pressed against the very tip where the pre-cum had already soaked through the fabric. Slowly she lowered her mouth and let her lips encompass his cock head. She could taste the salty liquid and she reveled in the moment. She had her mouth on her father's cock. The delicious feeling of raw sexuality combined with the delightful knowledge of the taboo caused her pussy to melt within her.

She released her dad's cock from her mouth and hooked her fingers under the waistband of the shorts. She pulled slowly and deliberately. His cock painfully bent forward as she pulled them down. Tom didn't think he'd ever been this hard in his life. 

Sandi lifted the waistband so she could get it over the prize of her dad's cock and then she quickly pulled the underwear down below his balls. The rest would have to wait because she was focused solely on one thing: sucking Daddy.

She loved the purplish-red flared head that stood so proudly at attention just inches from her face. Again she lowered her head, this time there was nothing between her tongue and the cock that made her. God, she thought, this was the same cock that fucked inside my mother's pussy and now I'm going to make it mine!

Her tongue gently touched the slit at the top. She swirled her tongue around the head and then enveloped it with her lips. She looked up at her dad. This is where she belonged. Tom's eyes met hers. Never would they look at each other in the same way from this moment on. Now they were father and daughter and lovers at the same time. They both knew that they had embarked on something that would change their lives forever.

Sandi lowered her mouth gently over her father's rock hard cock. She loved the feeling of it sliding over her tongue. She wanted all of it in her mouth and opened her throat as best she could to accommodate its size. She kept looking at her father's face, gauging his reaction. His eyes rolled back, his eyelids half closed. A low moan began to rumble from deep within. All the dreams, fantasies and good old-fashioned jerk-off sessions thinking about his daughter were coming true at this very moment.

Sandi began to suck up and down. She hadn't decided whether she wanted her father to cum in her mouth the first time or in her pussy. She found both options very appealing. Certainly she would have the opportunity to do both many times from now on. She couldn't wait to have her dad fill her pussy with his cum but there was something equally exciting about having him fill her mouth the first time he came with her. She loved the idea that her father's memory of their first sex together would be of her sucking the semen from his pulsating cock. Every time they were together, he could look at her mouth and remember the image of him blasting her throat with his hot jism, of her milking his cock dry, of the cum leaking out the side of her mouth and her gulping it down. Yes, that was what she wanted him to remember: that she loved his cum and she could eat it anytime, anywhere. 

As all this played out in her mind she had begun to suck his cock with all the lust in her being. She was close to cumming herself, even though she was totally concentrating on her father. She could tell he was going to cum soon. Her tongue swirled around his cock as her lips rose up and down the bursting shaft. She cupped his balls in her hand and she felt them tighten. Suddenly her father began to lift his hips to meet her mouth. He was fucking her face with all his strength. She felt him tense and then he erupted into her mouth. 

She'd given her dates head on occasion, but even the pent up cum of a teenage boy was less than the amount her father blew into her eager young mouth. She didn't know how often her father masturbated or if he had sex with anyone else, although she doubted it. But he couldn't have had more semen in that moment than if he'd been celibate for a year. Sandi had always imagined she would swallow all of it but it was simply impossible. As much as she gulped and licked it still ran out the sides of her mouth, coating her hands and his cock. She loved how it felt when it hit the back of her mouth and throat. She didn't want it to end but of course it did.

Sandi looked up at her father. His eyes were closed, in fact, he almost looked as if he'd passed out.

"Dad? Are you all right?"

"Oh baby, I've never been better. Come here." He motioned for her to crawl up into his arms. Sandi moved up and nestled next to her dad. "I've never cum like that in my life."

"Oh daddy, I love you so much!"

"Honey, give me a minute and I'm going to return the favor. I can't wait to lick that little pussy of yours!"

"Do you like it? I wanted it to be perfect for you."

Tom reached over and let his fingers feel the smooth silken skin of her naked little pussy. "How did you know I like shaved pussy?" he asked.

"I found some magazines in your room. All the girls were young and clean as a whistle," she laughed.

"Ooooh you little scamp you! If I'd gone through your room you would have been so mad at me!"

"Daddy, you can go through my room anytime you want," she said with a grin. 

Tom looked down as Sandi held his cock in her hand, gently playing with it. 

"I suppose your hoping you can coax that back to life," he said with a grin.

"You know it!"

"How about we give it some time to resurrect while I explore your perfect 18 year old body with my tongue?"

"Oooh, that sounds delightful!"

*

Chapter 4

As Tom rolled over onto his hands and knees he looked down at his daughter. He couldn't help but think of all the times he'd fantasized about this moment. Here Sandi lay on the bed next to him. He sat back on his haunches and admired her exquisite body. 

Tom knew that Sandi might not have the size breasts that many find so appealing but the fact that they were a bit on the small side only increased his attraction. Her breathing caused her chest to noticeably rise and fall as the anticipation of her father's touch welled up inside. His eye followed the line of her ribcage down into the hollow of her stomach where her belly button mimicked the same rhythmic movement. He gently put his hand on her thigh so he could open her leg slightly while his eye traced a line from her naval to her the swell of her pubic bone. 

There was no sight that was more exciting to Tom than a completely shaved mons. As he looked at his daughter's delectably smooth pussy he was taken by how perfect she looked. He moved down the bed so he could more easily see the lips of her moist furrow, which twitched involuntarily as it waited for his touch. He then noticed Sandi had grabbed a handful of bed sheet at either side, as if to prevent her hands from providing her own relief.

He couldn't resist moving forward again onto his hands so he could closely inspect her slightly reddened lips. They glistened in the afternoon sunlight that played across her. He could see and smell the flow of moisture that threatened to spill from her. He could only imagine how wet she must be and what an intense thrill it would be when he finally pushed his cock into her sweetness. It took every ounce of restraint he could muster to keep from attacking her pussy at that moment. There was only one good reason he could think of not to, but it had become the most important thing he could think of... he wanted this moment to be perfect for both of them. 

He carefully took his thumb and forefinger and placed them at the top of her opening. Pressing down and pulling gently back, he opened her, allowing him to see her clitoris. But then, he could hardly have missed it. It was straining to be stimulated, reaching upward and engorged with desire. The dark pink inside her lips contrasted with the pale color of her outer skin. 

Sandi moaned with an otherworldly sound deep inside her. Tom glanced up to see her head writhing back and forth, eyes shut tight and back arching. If he didn't know she was at the peak of sexual stimulus he might have thought she was in extreme agony. 

While serving the purpose of seducing her father since that morning, all of her teasing had been stoking her own sexual furnace. Normally she would have masturbated at some point during the day just to relieve the tension but not today. She let the sexual energy build; made ten-fold stronger by the knowledge that it was her father who would supply the relief by fucking her. Now, she could hardly take another minute's delay.

Tom sensed her desperation and released the pressure that opened her lips. His hand slid across her perfectly smooth flesh and once again he was overcome with the intensity of his own feelings. His daughter. Her shaved pussy. Her wanton lust for him, for sex. It was more than his mind could contain. There was only one thing left to do. Ravish her.

Tom moved up on his hands and knees and being careful not to touch her with his body, nestled his face into the side of her neck. Her warmth radiated into his face, the strands of her hair giving him chills as they tickled his skin. His tongue traced up to her ear as he gently blew out a small breath. His right hand rested on her stomach and he could feel goose bumps race across her skin as he whispered, "I love you."

He kissed down around her neck leaning across to her other side and then up to her cheek, and her forehead. He lightly kissed each of her eyelids feeling them flutter beneath his touch. His lips found her parted mouth. He let his tongue sweep around the fullness of her mouth and then he softly kissed her, their tongues meeting and tenderly touching.

Although he could have lingered there he moved down to her chin, her throat and between the rise of her breasts. Her nipples were engorged with desire. He slowly kissed around the perimeter of each breast, feeling the softness of her flesh as his mouth and nose pressed against them. His tongue slowly circled outside one aureole and then the other. Such a delicious dilemma as he moved from one breast to the other and back again, trying to give both the devotion they deserved.

The moment that his tongue touched directly upon her nipple, Sandi let out a cry of relief. Her entire body tensed as she raised herself up and caused her nipple to be sucked into her father's mouth. Tom hungrily attacked it with lips, tongue and teeth. For Sandi, it was as if a bolt of electricity jumped from her breast down to her pussy. Having started with the breast farthest from him, Tom placed his left hand on her other tit and squeezed the nipple between thumb and forefinger rolling it between them. This double stimulation caused Sandi to succumb to her first orgasm at her father's touch. 




Sandi's Birthday Trip



Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her teenaged body. She had never experienced anything so intense, so all encompassing in her short sexual life. No amount of self-stimulation, no other boy, nothing had ever created the overwhelming response that shook her body in that moment.

Tom knew the second it hit that Sandi needed to cum so she could enjoy what was still in store for her. She had been so excited, at such a sexual peak that she would have not been able to enjoy the remainder of their first father/daughter lovemaking. He wanted her to remember everything, now as her ragged breathing began to slow, he knew he could take her back to that mountain and perhaps even higher.

He continued to suck on her nipple, but with a more languid pace, now moving from one to the other. Now his own sexual tension was beginning to build as he began to anticipate a dream he'd had for years: licking Sandi's pussy. Fully erect for sometime, his hardened tool seemed to grow even more rigid as he began to move toward his prize. He used his tongue to guide him down her stomach, swirling it slightly in her naval. He knew she had recovered from her "le petit mort," or little death, as she giggled when he licked her little belly button. 

Then he moved lower, moving his head from side to side so he could let his cheek feel the smoothness of her pussy. He put his hands under her thighs and spread her legs. Bending over her as he turned, he placed a leg on each side of her and faced her in the classic 69 position. He didn't lower his cock to her mouth however. He didn't want her distracted from what he was going to do, but he did want her to be able to look up and see his rock hard cock.

He bent his head down and kissed the upper vee of smooth flesh. Sandi instinctively spread her legs even wider. 

"Oh daddy, lick my pussy, please! Lick your little girl!" she implored.

Tom kissed around the outside of her open and puffy lips. He moved down one side and then down the other teasing her aching clitoris. She cried out for more, "Please lick my pussy, suck it, please..."

Tom moved instead to her inner thighs, kissing and licking down to her knees. His cock, hanging straight down as he bent over her, poked her in the stomach. The contact caused her to jump and she looked down to see a strand of clear pre-cum stretch between the tip of her father's cock and where it had touched her stomach. 

Tom moved around the bed so he could kneel between her legs. 

"Does daddy's little girl want her pussy licked? Is that what you want my perfect baby daughter?" he tantalized her. 

"Yes, please, oh please..."

Tom moved forward with a sudden lunge and enveloped her naked dripping pussy with his open mouth. Her wetness filled his mouth as he licked and savored every drop. Her liquid ooze smeared across his entire face as he moved it side to side wanting to baptize himself in her essence. The warm sweet taste of her juices combined with the captivating aroma of her thrashing pussy overwhelmed his senses. 

He was eating his daughter's pussy, which she had prepared for him. She had become his love feast. He would have her to enjoy forever. He would fuck her everyday for as long as he could. Oh how exciting it was to be licking the pussy of the little girl he fathered, how delightfully lewd and obscene.

His mouth searched out Sandi's clit and he took it between his lips. He began to milk it swirling his tongue around it. It seemed to grow even larger and Sandi started to moan louder, her body thrashing beneath him. The only respite he gave her was when he dipped his tongue down to her hole and probed as deeply as he could to taste her slick essence. 

He was beginning to lose control himself. He knew the time had come to complete her transition from loving daughter to daughter-lover. He rose up on his knees and the loss of pressure against her pussy caused Sandi to cry out as if in pain.

"No! I need you! God, please finish me..."

It took a second for Sandi to realize that her father was positioning her so he could finally end this dance of theirs. Four years of teasing would soon be over when he impaled her with his cock. She looked down and saw how large and angry it looked with its red flared head stretched tight. The veins stuck out as they traversed down the sides pumping more and more blood into the distended phallus. Sandi looked up into her father's eyes. She was met with an urgent glare of unmistakable lust. She knew her father loved her, he had told her so only moments before, but now she could see that primal sexual need was coursing through him. 

She took her hands and grabbed at her naked crotch. She quickly rubbed herself and then using both hands, opened her lips as wide as she could. She raised her legs at the knees spreading herself wide. She smiled with a lust filled hunger.

"Daddy, come fuck me."

Tom pulled her narrow hips toward him, his legs pushing against her thighs. He looked down and grabbed his cock, and rubbed it over her pussy causing her to gasp in delight.

"Yessss! Put it in me. Put it in me and fill me with your love Daddy!"

"You little slut! My daughter is such a fucking little slut! I love your little pussy and now I'm going to make it mine. Now, it's my personal little pussy and you are my personal fuck slut!"

With that he found the entrance and in one powerful thrust shoved his cock deep inside her! 

"Oh baby, god this feels so good! I love you so much little girl."

Sandi's pussy was so wet, that in spite of being incredibly tight, Tom's cock filled her pussy in an instant. He lay still for a second reveling in the feeling. Tom always loved the moment he first put his cock into a pussy, but this was nothing like ever before. He looked down at his daughter. He knew he was in the perfect pussy.

He began to move, slowly circling his hips. He pulled back and allowed his cock to slide through her cunt and then he moved back deep inside her. Pressing his pubic bone against her he continued to move his hips applying pressure to her clit at the top of her pussy. 

The velvet glove. He'd heard that phrase describe the feeling of a cock in a warm wet pussy. Fucking in and out of his little girl's pussy, he knew he'd discovered the true meaning of that phrase.

Tom nuzzled into Sandi's neck as he continued to fuck his daughter. They both found the rhythm that created the maximum mutual stimulation. 

"Do you like fucking your daughter Daddy?" Sandi loved the effect her words had on her father. He answered by thrusting rapidly, slamming himself into her small lithe body. "I'll take that as a yes," she chuckled.

Tom did love it when Sandi verbalized his thoughts. He loved hearing her acknowledge that she was his daughter. The beauty of that thought started to boil between his legs. 

He was fucking... his... daughter... He thrust harder with each word. Sandi met each one with her own urgent need. As they both neared their first fucking orgasm, their first mutual cum, Sandi cried out, "OH GOD YES, FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME HARD. MAKE ME CUM. FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE DADDY! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!

Sandi dissolved into an orgasm that she couldn't have anticipated. As the waves of exquisite pleasure engulfed her body she literally blacked out for a brief moment. Tom cried with each spasm that flooded the 18 year old. Sandi regained her sense of time and place as Tom's cock continued to pulsate, spending the last drops of cum into her cunt. They lay joined, Tom rolling over and pulling Sandi partially up onto him so he could keep what was left of his softening cock inside her.

"Oh Sandi. I've never experienced anything so powerful in my whole life. I never dreamed fucking my daughter would be so incredible!"

"Daddy, I love you," Sandi replied as she snuggled into him. This was just the beginning she thought. She let out a big sigh. This was going to be the perfect vacation! 



Sandi's Company Picnic



"I'll have to leave after work for Ft. Worth, "Sandi told him as she pulled herself up to get out of bed. 

"What's in Ft. Worth?" David questioned. 

"Quarterly meeting." 

Already? Seems you just had one last month." 

"No, it was three months ago. Just before your birthday. Remember? You came down on the last day and got a room in the same hotel. I fucked you and that guy from the piano bar across the street? What was his name?" She quietly snapped her fingers trying to think of it. 

"I don't remember. It was Kevin, or something like that." 

"No...Marvin. It was Marvin." 

"That's right. Sent you to the moon several times with this talented tongue, as I recall." 

"Mmm. That's right. I remember." Her eyes stared off into space, lost in the recollection. 

"So, you're gonna be gone till when?" 

"It runs from Tuesday morning through Friday morning. They let us go just before lunch. That way they don't have to feed us again." Her face suddenly flashed an idea. "Hey, why don't you come down Friday afternoon, like last time, meet me after the last session gets out and stay the night here again. We could walk around downtown, "her voice lowered, "Or something else fun, then have a weekend together. We haven't had one of those since the last Quarterly." 

"True. Has it been that long?" he said. The wheels were already turning. "How about this? Let's make it special. I mean really special." 

"What do you consider 'special'?" she asked, questioningly. She had seen this devious look before. It usually meant something very kinky that made her body feel very good. 

"OK, here's the scenario, and your assignment. During the week you mingle with the people, like you always do. Except now you mingle with a purpose." 

"OK. What's the purpose? Hope. Hope." 

"This time you're looking for a 'special' person?" 

"Like Marvin? Please say 'yes'." 

"Yes. Like Marvin. Several Marvins." He paused, waiting for what he said to sink into her brain. 

Her brow furrowed a moment, then her eyes widened. "Ooo," was all she said, fully realizing the potential. 

"And while you're at it, like Marilyn." 

Her face tilted as she asked, "Who's Marilyn?" Then it hit her. "Ooo...That's kinky. I've never done that before, but I've been curious." 

"I know. It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time. There was no way I would've brought it up in the past. But, with the way we are now..." 

"You fantasized about me with another woman?" 

"Well, sure. It's hot. Find a good looking woman to pleasure you while I watch. What's NOT to love about that? Four tits, two pussies, two asses, kissing, sucking, licking, orgasms...What's not to like?" He was starting to get hard just thinking about his fantasy actually coming true. 

"I never thought about it like that...I mean, from a man's point of view. Or from a woman's point of view either, for that matter. I bet it's a whole different experience with a woman." 

"I've read other heterosexual women who say it's no comparison. They don't want to give up a dick, but it's nice for a change. The contrast and taboo nature is very intoxicating. Light, soft caresses instead of power. Just a different experience." 

"I'm a little nervous about it, but it might be fun." 

"I think you'll love it right away. So, basically, your assignment is to find a few guys and an equal number of women YOU think would be fun to fuck. Convince them to stay over on that Friday night. They can leave on Saturday. It doesn't matter if they're single or married." Mt hunch was that married ones might actually be better. This would be something they probably wouldn't do at all with their spouses. So, they would tend to cut loose a little more than the single ones who probably do it more often. "Remember, it's someone YOU want to fuck, so you will DEFINITELY have a good time. Me, too. I'm gonna join in this time. I'll get there early in the day and get the cameras set up. I can't wait to see this one on those chilly nights when we're snowed in. It'll heat things up. It'll definitely get the blood pumping into the right places. Our first orgy." 

"An orgy? Should we all wear togas?" 

"This isn't Animal House, Bluto. Who cares how we start out, as long as we all end up naked and fucking like rabbits." 

"What if I can't get enough to people come?" She added, worried. 

"If anyone can convince them it'll be worth their while, you can. You have all week to figure out who has the biggest dick, the best tongue, male and female, and who loves to get kinky. Work on them through the week. They don't stand a chance against you. I know you. When you set your sights on something, there's no way anyone can say no. Just rub those big old titties up against them a couple of times and watch them get excited." 

"You're awful," she said, slapping him on the arm. 

"What? You think I'm exaggerating? Your body IS irresistible, "he said, leaning in behind her, kissing her neck softly. He reached under her arms and palmed her magnificent tits. She shivered at his kiss and rubbed her tits back and forth against his hands, warming herself with the erotic feelings. "Especially these babies," he added. She loved it when he did that. She was proud of her tits and their effect on both men and women. She could feel the moisture between her legs beginning to demand attention, but had to push it down for now. 

"C'mon, we don't have time for that right now. I'm running late for work as it is." 

"OK. You're right. But this Friday...And," he added, "To make it better that night, we have to agree to NOT have sex of any kind all this week until Friday night. No masturbating and certainly no sex. Save it for the orgy." 

"No masturbating? I'll be climbing the walls before Friday gets here, "she whined. 

"I hear you. Me, too. And no vibrators, either, like you usually do. I want us to be so horny that we'll fuck like it's the last sex we'll ever have. I can't wait to see you getting fucked into next week. It'll be great." 

They got out of bed, going about the normal workday routine and went their separate ways. 

The day went by quickly, even though Sandi was lost in anticipation of what was going to happen in four days. She raced home to pack her things for the Quarterly Meeting. She saw the toys in her underwear drawer and almost included her trusty vibrator, "Old Blue." But then she remembered her agreement not to masturbate while she was at the meeting. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the slickness building up. This was going to be a long week. She hoped it was going to be worth the sacrifice. 

Reluctantly, she put Old Blue back in the drawer. She finished packing her things and placed her overnight case by the front door, along with her toiletries bag. She wanted to make one more run through to make sure she didn't forget something critical. She was leaving the bedroom, as she was turning her head back around, she ran into something solid. 

Thinking it was the door facing, she moved to clear it. He grabbed her upper arms and planted his lips on hers, well and truly kissing her. His hands dropped down her back to cover her flesh butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly, pulling them into his erection. Her first instinct was fear and she tried to pull back. It happened so quickly. 

Then she realized who it was. She relaxed and brought her hands up finding his growing erection. She rubbed it up and down, squeezing as she moved her hands faster. 

"A week's a long time with no sex of any kind," he whispered as he teased her clit through her jeans. 

"I know," she replied. She had already undone his belt and was feverishly working on his zipper. 

"I have to have you now. To hold me until Friday." He said, hungrily. 

"Me, too. Get these clothes off me and fuck me good, "she whispered. He pulled her shirt up and off. They raced to get each other's pants down at the same time. With her pants around her knees she couldn't move well and started backing up to maintain her of balance. She backpedaled into the bedroom and was stopped when her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards. In the meantime he had pulled his own pants and underwear off. He came to the bed and she raised her legs straight. He removed her shoes and finished removing her pants. 

His dick leading the way, he crawled up the bed on all fours. He pulled her panties down her luscious legs, throwing them towards her jeans. She was shaking in anticipation. He turned back to her and placed his palms on her abdomen side-by-side, sliding them up her stomach, and under her bra, pushing the cups up and over, as his probing digits closed around her breasts. He continued moving his body up and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was just as desperate to fuck as he was. His right hand slid down her stomach. His middle finger parted her lips from top to bottom and back. On the return trip it lingered, fingered and circled her pleasure button. It was a wonder she could even feel it, as lubricated as she was. She was ready. 

"Fuck me," she whispered urgently, "I want you in me." 

He centered himself between her spread legs, lining up his dick with her oozing hole. She moaned when he pushed inside her as far as he could go. He held it for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling. She luxuriated in it. Then he began his mission - building and driving until her pussy walls clamped down on his dick. She suddenly snapped her head back, squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. He kept going until he felt that tingle starting in his toes, moving up his body, exploding out his cock, coating her pussy with his pleasure. They remained immobile for several long minutes, spent and sated. 

"See you Friday afternoon, lover," she said as he kissed her goodbye. She sat in the driver's seat of her car. He closed the door. 

"We're gonna have fun. Find some big dicks and nasty pussies for us. You can do it." 

She put the car in gear waving out the window as she made her way to Ft. Worth. 

She stood at the counter waiting for the clerk to give her the key card to her room. As she signed the registration card someone grabbed her from behind. 

"Sandiiii..." 

The way she was held, Sandi couldn't see who it was. The grip loosened and she turned to look into the eyes of her best work friend, Stacie. 

"I'll get you for that. Just wait." She said, a wide grin on her face. 

"You just getting here?" 

"Yup. Checking in. What room are you in?" 

"763. You?" 

Same room. How did you manage that?" Sandi pondered. 

"I'm not telling. Just lucky, I guess." 

"Yeah, lucky. Well, it'll be good to catch up on everything since last meeting." 

"I can't wait. Have you checked in yet? 

"Just finished. Help me take my stuff upstairs and we'll come back down and get some dinner. I'm starved." 

"I'd be glad to. You'll never guess who's here this time?" she whispered. 

"Who?" Sandi asked. 

"Brad Clevenger. 

"Who? Do I know him?" 

"He's the new VP at Corporate. The one who sent out the letter to everybody, introducing himself." 

"Yeah, I remember. I got one. Had his picture in it? Not bad looking." 

"Well...I helped put that letter together. I picked the picture. There were a bunch of pictures. I chose a pretty tame one." 

"How wild could they be, Stacie? He's a Corporate Executive." 

"I'll show you later. I kept a couple. They're hot." 

"Hot? What? Speedo or something?" 

"Almost as good. There's one from the side...C'mon, I'll show you." 

"Show me? You brought them here?" 

"Well. Yeah. I wanted you to see them. They're definitely H-O-T." 

"Does your husband know you kept them?" 

"Yeah, Sandi. I asked him if it was OK for me to have them. Of course, my husband doesn't know. I brought them to show YOU. Here, let's take your stuff upstairs and I'll show you." 

Arriving at their room, Stacie swiped her key card and opened the door. She put Sandi's travel bag on the bed and crossed to the dresser, pulled out the top drawer and reached for a manila envelope. She opened the clasp and pulled out two 8 X 10 photos. She turned and handed one to Sandi. Sandi took it and looked at it with interest. She slowly nodded her head. 

"Nice. Very Nice." 

Stacie handed her the second picture - a full-length side view taken at a 45 Degree angle to one side. It showed a very prominent bulge in his crotch. 

"Whoa. He packing some serious meat," Sandi commented. "Is that for real or is he smuggling missiles?" 

"100% Grade A prime. All natural, and from what I've heard, performance tuned. And it does. Frequently, if you get my drift, girl. 

"How do you know this, Stacie. Or are you just guessing. Or hoping." 

"My best friend at Corporate has had personal experience. She said was a live-changing experience. A sexual epiphany." 

"OK. But is he like that every time, or was it just a one-time thing?" 

"Always available. He is personally responsible for the dramatic increase in morale among the women in the Corporate office - single and married. He's the real deal alright." 

"Could be just rumor. You know how women love to talk." 

"Well, he's here. You can check him out for yourself." 

"Maybe I will," Sandi said, her mind was already working out the possibilities for her first big cock on Friday. 

The first morning went as usual. Introductions, greetings and a pep talk. Lunch was catered with a couple of portable buffet carts and a table filled with salads and various desserts. They lined up to be served. As it happened, with their table right next to the head table, Sandi and Stacie were right behind Brad Clevenger in line. 

"Stacie, isn't that Brad in front of you?" Sandi whispered in Stacie's ear. 

"Yeah, it is. You want to talk to him?" 

"Sorta. I want to 'bump' into him." They switched places in line. Sandi was trying to appear like she was looking over Brad's shoulder to see what was being served. As she did, she remembered what Dave had said, and pressed her breast into his upper arm. But she had to be careful - and discreet. This could end in disaster. She quickly apologized, an embarrassed look on her face. But she didn't remove it. She took a chance. Instead, she looked directly into his eyes and started a barely perceptible rocking motion with her body, continuing her breast massage. 

"Hi..." he said, waiting for her name. 

"Sandi." 

"Sandi. I'm Brad Clevenger. I'm in the way. It looks like you're pressing to see what we're having. I already know what it is, I ordered it. Why don't I let you and your friend come before me?" He emphasized the word "come." 

Sandi and Stacie giggled shyly and shuffled in front of him, thanking him. He was now directly behind Sandi in line. He stepped closer to her, leaning over her shoulder, describing what they were having for lunch. As he leaned in to Sandi, he brought his crotch in close, until it pressed into her ass cheek. He slowly thrust his hips into her, returning the tease Sandi had done to him, furtively expressing his interest in moving to the next level sexually. She pushed her ass back into his dick, acknowledging his signal. He was pleased to have made his first connection. She was relieved to still have her job. 

"We'll talk later, Brad," Sandi smiled and gave a wink. 

"I'm sure we could find something stimulating to talk about. Later, then." 

Mentally, Sandi chalked up the first cock of the orgy. The rest of the day went by as expected. The week progressed as yet another meeting she had attended. But, it was hard to keep her mind on the boring sales figures and charts. Every bar graph shown, morphed into a lineup of big cocks. 

She still worked on her assignment. She had identified Brad and another cock from an office in another city who met the qualification, but as yet had found no women to join. And today was Friday. What was she going to do? She decided to enlist Stacie's help. This meant she would have to tell Stacie her plans. She broached the subject delicately at breakfast, while she was buttering an English Muffin at the Continental Breakfast. 

"Well, Stacie. Our last day together for a while," she threw out generically. 

"Yeah. I always hate Fridays. You just get to know people and start having fun, then you have to leave." 

"I'd be nice if we could make the fun last a little longer, wouldn't it?" Sandi asked. 

"Yeah, it would. It was starting to get really interesting. By the way, did you ever hook up with Brad?" 

"No. But the day's not over yet." Raising her eyebrows up and down. 

"But we just have this morning, then everything breaks up and everybody goes home." 

"Well, not everybody." Sandi said, flashing her best Mona Lisa smile. 

Stacie gasped, realizing what Sandi had implied. "What are YOU doing? Something with Brad? What about your husband? What will he say?" 

"Well," Sandi paused, choosing her words carefully, "He's coming down. He reserved us a suite. We're going to have a little 'us' time." 

"But what does that have to do with Brad? Is this a 2-room scramble for Sandi?" 

"No, a few of us are going to get together this evening for a little intimate conversation and interaction." 

Stacie stared blankly for a moment, processing what Sandi might have meant by her cryptic reply. Then it hit her. "You guys are one of THOSE kinds of couples?" 

"Well, let's just say we're not rigidly opposed to pleasure where you find it. " 

"And how often do you find pleasure in other places?" Stacie asked, still wide-eyed. 

"As often as we can. Like tonight. Tonight we were going to try something new but I didn't do my part and Dave will be disappointed. That's why I need your help." She paused, then gathering her courage, continued. "I already have Brad and John from Saginaw coming..." 

"The other giant cock here?" Stacie interrupted. 

"How do you KNOW these things? Anyway, they will be there tonight, but David also wanted to include a couple of women in the mix, in addition to me. I've never had sex with a woman, and certainly don't know how to pick one up. So I haven't found anyone, and its Friday. What do I do? You know everybody here. Is there anyone you know that might be interested in an orgy?" 

Let me think a minute, Sandi." She scrolled through her mental Rolodex for anyone who might fit the bill. One name came to mind immediately - Heather. A tall, leggy brunette with a high, tight ass and ample tits - maybe a large C size. She was known to be just as popular with women as with men. 

"Heather from Seagoville would be perfect. I'll talk to her for you, if you want." 

"That would be a big load off my mind. Thanks, Stacie. But that's only one. What about someone else?" 

"Sandi, I'm hurt." 

"Hurt? What'd I say, Stacie?" 

"I'm hurt that you're not inviting me." 

"You?" She asked, incredulous. "I didn't even think you would consider something like that. You really want to?" 

"What? Fuck the two biggest cocks here and eat out your pussy? Are you crazy? I wouldn't miss it. I'm calling my husband and making up some excuse to stay here tonight. Count me in. This is making me horny just thinking about it. I may have to take care of myself in the restroom. Just so I can concentrate today. What time do you want me here?" 

Well, David will be here this morning reserving the suite and arranging for the liquor and finger food. We're catering everything. Music, he's bringing toys and other 'interesting' things. He's really excited about this and is going all out. He can't wait to see me filled with two giant cocks, while getting himself totally fucked." 

"Shut up, girl. I'm leaking already. I'm gonna have to put some toilet paper in my panties now, so I don't leave a wet spot on my jeans. I gotta go. I'll see you later." She got up and hurried off to the restroom. 

The final speeches were made, the awards were passed out and the meeting came to an end a few minutes before noon. People buzzed around saying their goodbyes, or made their way quickly to the exit for the trip home. Sandi and Stacie stood talking to the people at their table and neighboring tables, sharing office stories and offering congratulations. Their eyes met each other's, lingering in excited anticipation. Her week of self-imposed celibacy, combined with the possibilities of things to come later that night had Sandi on edge. She shifted her weight from leg to leg, rubbing her thighs together, sending stimulation to her aching clit. The thin white sweater she word today clung snugly to her firm breasts, accenting her hard, gumdrop-sized nipples. She chatted with a woman from the table next to hers. By the way she was standing, with her back to Stacie caused a bottleneck in the traffic flow, as Brad moved toward them. He came to the small gap between them and placed his hands on Sandi's shoulders to warn her he was coming through. Taking advantage of the innocent pass-through he seized the opportunity to press his groin into Sandi's ass. He apologized, holding it there a second. Sandi's eyes went big as her brain tried to register who was invading her personal space in such a sexual way. A sexy smile dawned across her face and she subtly pushed back into the intruder, burrowing it further into her ass crack. She turned her head to see who belonged to the pleasure between her cheeks. It felt wonderfully large. She purred her apology with a public social smile. She gave another bump and a shimmy of her ass, she mouthed, "See you later." He winked his acknowledgement, shuffling off. 




Sandi's Company Picnic



The meeting concluded. Sandi and Stacie made arrangements for the evening, confirming the participants and start time. They parted , Sandi going to her room to pack the things she'd brought for the week. She left the key card on top of the TV and took the elevator to their suite on the 23rd floor. David had reserved the Victorian Suite, featuring lace doilies on the side and coffee tables, lace curtains, Persian area rugs, Tiffany lamps and overstuffed comforters on the beds. The living room had been outfitted with two queen-sized mattresses side by side on the floor, each with clean bright white sheets. 

Sandi crept into the dimly let suite. Her eyes were drawn to the bright light coming from the room to the right. She tiptoed quietly towards it, peeking around the corner. She relaxed when she discovered her husband feverishly pulling items from a small overnight case, arranging them on the counter. She saw several types and brands of personal lubricants, massage oils, hair ties for the girls and a clear plastic bag with a handful of little blue pills for the guys. 

Her crotch warmed as she thought to herself, "I'm gonna get so fucked tonight." She was definitely aroused, but a little nervous. She tried to imagine all the "firsts" she would experience tonight. Her clit throbbed in rhythm with her heartbeat. 

"Wow, you really went all-out for this," she commented. 

"Spared no expense," he quoted from "Jurassic Park." 

"Did you bring condoms? Or are we going bareback tonight?" 

"Well, YOU don't need them. Do the other girls?" 

"No, I checked. Nothing but raw, unprotected sex, then." She loved the feel of a cock cumming inside me. 

OK. Then I'll just leave them in here. Bare pussy is always better for both partners. I prefer it." Then he asked quietly, "So, how are you feeling?" 

"To tell you the truth, I don't really know. I'm so horny I could fuck that bedpost right now," she pointed to the red oak four-poster across the room. And on the other hand I'm nervous, well, not so much nervous. Well, yes, a little bit nervous, but more excited and anxious because of the things I know are going to happen. I just don't know what to expect." 

"Well, I guess in an encounter like this, and a group this size, you're gonna have a certain amount of spontaneity." With six adult professional people cutting loose in totally hedonistic acts, she was justified in having a little trepidation at what might happen. He wanted to calm her down a bit. "I just want you to enjoy tonight. I did all this for you. Just let yourself go and let your mind wander and your lust lead you. Everything is on the table. Don't say 'no' to anything your body wants. This is a night of firsts. Don't let a single one go by without at least trying it. Whatever you like the best, we can do more of in the future. I love you, Sandi. Enjoy my gift to you." 

"I love you too, hon. I can't believe we're doing this. I'll do my best. I just can't focus on anything right now, I'm so nervous. I don't know if I can wait. My pussy is gushing. It HAS been since this morning. That tells you how much I've been thinking about this." 

"Well, you just have a little while to wait. We need to get something to eat before you pass out from hunger. I picked out a place to eat I think you'll like." 

"You're right - I'm starved. And horny. I could suck the rubber off "Old Blue" with my pussy. Did you bring it? 

"Yes, I did, but...I have something else for you to try for a while. It may be a little more interesting than 'Old Blue' right now. And...it meets both our requirements." 

"Oh, goody," she giggled gleefully. She slipped her hand down the front of her jeans, seeking her little button. It caused her to jump when she found it. "I can't believe how wet I am," she commented, then pulled her fingers out of her jeans and into her mouth, licking them clean of her juices. 

He held up something that looked like a round, 3-D representation of the "Spades" card suit sign and showed it to her. 

"Something you're wanted forever." He held it out for her to see. 

"I've never seen that before. What is it, a toy? Where does it go, a puzzled look on her face. 

"Bend over, grab your cheeks and pull them apart." 

She hesitated a moment, wondering if she hear her correctly. But she turned away, anyway, bent over and placed her hands on either cheek and pulled them apart, exposing her most secret orifice. 

"That good enough?" She asked. 

"From where I'm standing - it's perfect." He retrieved a small bottle of lube from the counter, holding it just above her rosebud and squeezed a few drops just above it, allowing it to flow down her crack and pool in her asshole. He massaged it gently with his thumb, circling a few times, then pushed the tip just inside the outer ring. He held it there a few seconds to let her adjust and relax. He switched from his thumb to his middle finger, adding a bit more lube before initiating a circling action around the outer ring for a couple of minutes before inserting a second finger. 

Again, he held still for a moment before beginning an in and out movement. She was grunting quietly, her eyes shut. She pushed her butt back against his fingers, pushing them deeper. She gave a disappointed groan when he removed his fingers and applied a bit more lube, both to her asshole and the new toy. He placed the tip to the target and a third of it inserted immediately. He continued pushing slowly, gently, pausing every few seconds, allowing her to adjust to the greater circumference. He continued until the widest part had cleared the outer ring and was inside her. 

"Woo...that was close for a second, there. Nice. But what do I do with it?" She asked, not really knowing. 

"How does you feel, babe?" he ventured a query. 

"I feel...so full. What now? 

"This." He said, rotating the black know clockwise a full rotation. A humming noise purred from the rubber intruder. Sandi immediately felt the jolt. 

"Ooo...Fuck, that feels good. That's what I'm talking about." 

"It's the deluxe model. Watch this," he said, pushing the small button on top of the black knob. The toy began a different vibration pattern. He pushed it three more times, pausing a few seconds, each resulting in a different vibration pattern. As the pattern changed each time, Sandi grunted her approval. Until the first pattern came around again. 

"Right there. I like that one. Can you make it go faster?" 

He twisted the knob as far clockwise as it would go. He thought to himself, "Trump that." Sandi lurched forward, clenching her asshole around the buzzing toy. 

"Yeah, right there." She brought her hand up and fingered her clitoris. Squishing sounds came from her sopping pussy. He quickly stepped up behind her and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her aching clit. 

"Unh, unh, unh," he said. She groaned her disappointment. 

Come, on, David. I need to cum just once," she pleaded. 

"Well, since I love you so much and feel sorry for you, I will allow it just this once. But I get to do it. I've never seen you so wet," He said. "It's running down the insides of your thighs. I gotta feel you this wet." 

He reached his left arm around her waist as she bent over, holding her up. He reached his right hand around, probing her crotch looking for her clit. He ran two fingers up and down her outer lips until she jerked suddenly and grunted. "X marks the spot," he thought. He began slowly circling her clit with his fingers as she began rotating her hips, increasing contact and stimulation. He began "buzzing" her clit rapidly from side to side. 

"Fuck..." was all she could say, and that was more of a moan. For the next 60 seconds he held her up with his arm as her knees gave out in the face of his onslaught. Her breathing became labored, she pinched her nipples, pulling them out from her chest. She was almost over the cliff, when he stopped everything suddenly, leaving her hanging over the abyss. 

"Ahh..." she screamed. "Finish me, you bastard." 

"Not just yet, pet. But we'll leave your new little buddy in for now. You'll thank me later. And...I'll add back a little to hold your interest." 

He turned the vibrator on low, and smacked her ass hard, once on each side. She groaned her disapproval, attempting to convince herself that it would be better later. 

They took a walk around Sundance Square, peeking in the quaint downtown shops and niche restaurants, each with their own unique clientele. Hand in hand they entered Uno's, a Chicago-style pizza parlor, their favorite kind of pizza. The conversation was lively, intimate and laced with sexual innuendos, reflecting their mood in anticipation of the evening. They strolled back to the hotel with the boxed remains of their pizza. 

The lobby elevator took them to their floor. As they left the elevator, they stopped in front of their door. Dave scanned down both ends of the hall, making sure they were alone. Then he turned Sandi to him and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, stroking his erection up and down with the palm of her hand. 

"We'd better get inside before we can't stop and I rip your clothes off and I fuck your brains out right here in the hall," he said, breathless. 

"It would me ripping YOUR clothes off and fucking you." 

They pulled apart and opened the room. The caterers had been there and set up the food and liquor on a rolling cart. They had placed a sterling silver ice bucket by the front door, as requested. A bottle of champagne was chilling in it. A quick check under the wet bar confirmed two more bottles. Dave crossed to the entertainment center; inserting the DVD he had retrieved from the travel case. He had thought it would be appropriate for the occasion and might lend a few ideas if things slowed down during the evening. It was called Czech Amateur Orgies. It seemed lately that, as he was reviewing videos for tonight, that sex was the only thing happening in that country. Nearly every other DVD was "Czech" this and "Czech" that. The wildest amateur videos available. He set the video to repeat endlessly, and muted the volume on the TV. He stood watching it for a minute or two. Sandi joined him, enthralled, watching, too. 

"That's gonna be you tonight, babe," he said, his eyes never leaving the screen. 

"How can she DO that?" Sandi wondered out loud. 

They watched a few more seconds before pulling away, even more aroused. 

"I'm gonna shower and get ready now," she said, shuffling off with an exaggerated swing in her hips as she watched him watch her of her shoulder. 

He returned to setting up the room, arranging cups, plates and napkins on the food cart. 

A few minutes later Sandi appeared in the doorway to the bedroom. She stood with one arm on the door facing above her head and her hips cocked. She had a black silk choker around her neck with a square rhinestone cluster in the front. She wore black "fuck me" pumps with a 4" heel - and nothing else. 

"How do I look, lover?" she asked, in a husky voice. His mouth was dropped open as his eyes surveyed his gorgeous wife from top to bottom. She looked magnificent. She had trimmed her pubic hair short, leaving it in the shape of a heart. He couldn't see anything below that. 

"Did you shave the rest?" he asked. She nodded slowly, cupping her perfect tits, bouncing them, bringing them both up to her mouth. She lashed her tongue across her rock hard nipples, sucking briefly on each one. 

"You like?" 

"You're kidding. Right? A single man would remain celibate to his death bed when he found out you were married; and a married man would leave his wife for a chance to fuck you. You're a young man's dream and an old man's fondest wet dream. You would make a dead man cum." 

"Why, you make a girl blush, suh," she said, imitating Scarlet O'Hara. She crossed to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. "And we need to get you 'dressed', too." She removed the rest of his clothes and kissed him on the mouth, burrowing her tits into his bare chest. "There, that's better." 

As they finished their kiss, there was an excited knock on the door. 

"We're on, lover. Let's have an orgy," she said as she skipped toward the door, her ample tits bouncing wildly. She knew he was watching. 

She flung the door open and raised both arms in the air and cocked her hips. 

"Sandi's Fuck Palace is open for business. Who's ready to fuck?" 

"It's probably a good thing we weren't room service," Stacie laughed. 

"It wouldn't have made any difference. I'll take any stiff cock right now, I'm so horny. Anyway, it's you. 'Cum' in everyone and get your sex. But first, stay here in the alcove until I bring you in. After you're in I encourage to do whatever comes into your horny little minds. Let you genitals be your guide. If it feels good, do it. Hey, it worked for the 70's. You're first, Brad, she giggled, taking his hand and leading him to a couple of towels they had arranged on the floor. She stripped off his shirt, removed his shoes, and unclasped his belt. After lowering the zipper, she hooked her fingers in his trousers and boxers, pulling them over his quickly hardening rod. She pulled his pants off his feet, throwing them onto a chair to the side. She turned back toward him without looking and his oversized cock hit her cheek just next to her mouth. She opened as a reflex and slid it between her lips and began sucking on it. Brad placed his hands on her head, face fucking her gently for a few strokes. Her lips felt so soft. The she pulled back and stood in front of him. She stepped closer, shaking her tits from side to side across his chest. His cock pressed into her crotch so that the head just came into contact with her little pleasure button. She rocked back and forth into his dick, loving the sensation. He matched her rocking motion. 

"That feels so good. Just what I need to get me going again," she purred in his ear. "Now I need you on YOUR knees." 

He kissed her in a passionate wet kiss, and dropped to his knees in front of her. She placed her fingers under his chin and pulled it up until their eyes met. She put two fingers on his lips and pushed his mouth open. Then she motioned for him to leave it open. Reaching into the ice bucket, she retrieved the chilled champagne. She held it just below her shoulder close to her skin and tipped it up slowly until it poured out in a tiny trickle, running down the slope of her breast, cascading over the stiff nipple and into his open mouth. He didn't miss a drop as she continued to pour. She retrieved a little blue pill from the clear plastic bag on the counter and dropped it into his mouth. 

"Just a little something to keep your interest up, along with that gorgeous cock. You'll need everything you have before tonight's over. I want you in every hole. Repeatedly." Then she pulled him to his feet, reached out and gave his dick a squeeze. 

She returned to the alcove and extended her hand to Stacie. "Are you ready girlfriend?" She asked shyly. 

"I am if you are. God, I've wanted to do this with you since I met you the first time." 

"Really? That long? You never let on." 

"Did you think it was a coincidence we always ended up in the same room? I was hoping something would happen." 

"I just thought it was an accident, maybe because we got along so well, I guess. But you never tried anything." 

"God, I have wanted to push my face between those beautiful titties and bury it in that suckable snatch for so long. You never noticed I always needed to do something in the bathroom while you were taking a shower? I was hoping to see you naked. I did a couple of times, but you just apologized and covered up. I wanted to taste some of that so bad. Until the last meeting I wasn't sure you would have thought it was weird." 

"Well, until last meeting I probably would have thought it was weird. But that was then, this is now. It's a first for me, you know. It makes it more exciting to be doing it with you." 

"Just leave it to me. I'll show you. I hope you'll never give it up." 

"I'm all yours. Starting right here, right now," she leaned in, touching her lips to Stacie's. They shared a tentative kiss. Stacie closed her hands around Sandi's tits, touching them lightly all over, dusting the nipples with her palms. Sandi broke the kiss, pushing her backwards away from her. She was breathless as she said, 

"Wow. That was sizzling. We're gonna have a good time tonight. If I didn't need to get a huge cock in me at some point, we could have a really good time. But let's get you ready to fuck." 

"I came ready to play. Easy opening, look," she said. Sandi reached down to the hemline of Stacie's one piece dress, as she pulled it up and over her head. Stacie was completely naked underneath. 

"Well, we ARE ready to fuck, aren't we, "Sandi laughed. 

She rolled one of Stacie's nipples between her finger and thumb, and one between her teeth, gently gnawing on it. She sucked until it was stiff and red, filled with blood. She led her toward the chair in the center of the alcove and seated her. Sandi knelt down and spread Stacie's knees wide. She put her butt on the very edge of the chair. Lowering her face, she hovered a tongue's distance away from Stacie's molten gash. Stacie's breathing was ragged in anticipation of the first feather kiss. Sandi inhaled the intoxicating new scent deeply, wanting to remember her first woman. She extended her tongue and moved her head forward until it touched Stacie's outer labia. Stacie sucked in a sudden, quick breath. 

"Ooo...shit," she said, shivering to her first orgasm of the night. "That was quick. I guess I AM ready to fuck. Do me good, Sandi. You sure you've never done this before?" 

Sandi pressed her tongue into the vertical crease, tasting her first woman juices, letting them linger on her tongue. She could get used to this. Then she concentrated her efforts on the top of Stacie's slit, circling her clitoris with her tongue, first clockwise for a few rounds, then counterclockwise. Stacie squirmed in response. The sexual tension continued to build. Stacie pulled Sandi's head into her pussy in a death grip. Suddenly her legs shot out straight and her entire body went rigid. Through clenched teeth she grunted, "Oh, my fucking God! Jesus, fucking shit." 

Her body relaxed, coming down from a powerful orgasm. She went limp before sitting up, leaning down and kissing Sandi on the mouth, tasting herself on her friend's face. 

"God, you know how to make a girl feel welcome. Consider this my RSVP to ANY party you throw." She stood on shaky legs and made her way to the living room. The same procedures were repeated on John and Heather. Finished with the introductions, Sandi finished off the champagne and followed her guests into the living room. 

Once everyone was present, Dave raised his glass and proposed a toast, "Welcome, everyone. I want you to do everything within your power to enjoy the extraordinary genitals represented here, both male and female. Don't stop till you get enough. Give and receive pleasure selflessly. Enjoy yourself and everybody else. This night was made for fucking, so...let's fuck." They clinked glasses and toasted hedonism. 

Things were a little awkward at first, nobody knowing how to get an orgy started. The all looked around at objects in the room, or the DVD that was playing, not wanting to appear to be staring at the fuck-ready naked bodies. After a few seconds they all looked at each other, finally realizing it was silly to be embarrassed. After all, that's why they were here. Suddenly everybody burst out laughing at the absurdity. Sandi was the first to move, going to Brad, taking his huge, stiff cock in her hand. 

"Well, I'm pretty damned horny myself. I'm ready to get down to business," she said, stroking his dick. "We have some unfinished business. Let's get something straight between us. You feel cold, let me warm it up." She fell to her knees, wrapping her hand around the huge pole. But she couldn't reach all the way around with one hand, so she placed her other hand above the first. And still, four inches remained. 




Sandi's Company Picnic



"God, this is big," she exclaimed. "It is going to stretch me out good." She pulled back and spit on it, spreading the saliva around for a lubricant. She placed her hands back on it at the base, twisting them around in a circular motion, in opposite directions. She leaned her head down and engulfed the exposed part of his cock in her mouth, immediately attacking the head with her tongue. 

His eyes were closed and his head back as he rested his hands on her head in anticipation of the pumping in and out he felt was sure to come. He was patient; he would wait for it. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes her head started bobbing up and down. 

Her tongue effort felt heavenly. His knees began to waver. He had found no opportunities for sexual connections the entire week and he was definitely primed. But he wanted to last as long as he could. He really wanted to fuck Sandi in every hole and between those award-winning tits. He had watched her all week, imagining what it would be like to breed her all night. Now here he was. 

But, on the other hand, if he blew his load into her warm, wet mouth, he could last longer on the night. It was this last point that pushed him over the edge, as he succumbed to Sandi's talented tongue and the desire mounting quickly in his balls. 

"Sandi, I'm getting close," he warned, as a gentleman should. 

"Mmm-hmm," came her muffled reply. OK, he was cleared to enjoy the ultimate oral pleasure given to a man by a woman. She continued her assault on his monster cock, swirling her tongue, pumping in and out, while stroking the shaft that did not fit in her mouth. No man could resist this. His hands closed around her head, pumping his cock further down her throat. It surprised her a little, even though she had intended all along to swallow. 

But, when he came, it was so strong and so much she was afraid she would choke. So she pulled off him, leaving only the head in her mouth. The next four salvos coated her mouth with his warm, slightly salty fluid. She felt proud of herself. 

She thought back to a time when she would have flatly refused if her husband had asked her to do this. But now, it was welcomed, even sought after. She swished it around her mouth, coating her teeth and tongue with the liquid pleasure. Then, she opened her mouth, showing Brad his deposit on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, then opened her mouth, showing she had swallowed it all. Her tongue flicked around her mouth collecting any remains. 

Brad relaxed, took Sandi by the hand and pulled her to her feet, peering deep into her sex-hungry brown eyes. 

"Exquisite. I've never had better," he said. Her face beamed with pride at a cock well done. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "But, I want more of you. Much more. I want it all. Let's get more comfortable. You lead the way." He placed her hand on his still stiff dick, which had not deflated. She led him to one of the mattresses on the floor. She lay down, pulling him down with her. 

They fell, wrapped in each other's arms, joined at the lips in an intense kiss. Momentarily preoccupied, their hands found each other's bodies. Brad's hands predictably found Sandi's squeezable tits, smoothing around and between them. His fingers diddled her nipples, causing her to shudder. S 

he emitted a soft moan and squirmed at his light touch. He pushed on her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, lost in the sensations. While his hands continued to gently tease her breasts, he moved up and began kissing her neck lightly, from just below her right ear, down her neck, around to the hollow where her neck meets her chest, out to the shoulder joint and back the same way. 

He was infinitely patient. He knew he had all night and nowhere else he wanted to be. He wanted this to be an unforgettable experience for her, and hopefully she would make it unforgettable for him. He was in no hurry as he softly tickled her neck and shoulders with light kisses. Then, moving down her chest he began repeating his kisses on the outside of her right breast, replicating the pattern, varying it enough to keep her interest and excitement levels high. 

But he intentionally avoided her sensitive nipples. They were aching to be sucked. But he kept touching all around them. This caused the fire in her pussy to begin to flare into a blaze. She squeezed her thighs together to produce any kind of friction there. But whatever she could produce was clearly not enough. By far. Her breathing was increasingly labored and becoming erratic. When he had finished kissing both breasts, he hovered over her body, openly admiring its seductive allure. Every part perfect for pulling pleasure from a man. 

He leaned down, his head just above her nipple. He extended his tongue and let a drop of saliva drip down on it, then he touched it, wiggling it back and forth. Her nipple was so stiff it barely moved as he coated it with his saliva. It was the only part of his body touching hers. 

It produced in her an electric jolt shooting down her torso, directly to her clitoris, lighting it up with a thousand volts of electricity. She stiffened her back, gripping the sheets in her clenched fists and lifted her butt off the bed and held it there a few seconds until her orgasm began to subside and she relaxed back onto the bed. Just as her butt came back in contact with the mattress, he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth, clamping down on it with his lips and pulled it away from her chest. 

Her hips shot instantly back off the bed. She arched her back and rode out another satisfying orgasm. She began to wonder what the rest of the night's pleasures would hold, considering she had already had multiple orgasms - without having a cock in her pussy yet! Definite a night to remember. 

This was the first time she had experienced an orgasm from breast stimulation alone. It was a different kind of orgasm, but it felt just as nice in its own way. She couldn't wait for more. Her pussy was now a molten cauldron of desire. And was on the prowl. She lay there a moment then rolled him onto his back. His giant cock standing like a rocket about to launch, defiant and ready. She wanted it inside her. 

She raised up, throwing her leg over his hips. But, even with her knees fully extended, she was still too low to allow it to stand straight up so she could sit on it. So she shifted to her feet on the bed instead of her knees, standing straight up. She slowly lowered herself down, aligning the tip with her sopping hole. A drop of her juices fell on the tip. It would prove to be unnecessary as a lubricant, as she was amply wet. The tip touched her lips and she held there for a few seconds, preparing for the glorious feeling of being slowly stretched and filled as full as possible with a huge, hard dick until it touches the bottom of your stomach. 

She descended, pausing every few seconds, luxuriating in the feeling that her insides were being unfolded, exposing every nerve fiber to the massaging of the oversized intruder. She continued her descent, finally coming to rest with all her weight fully resting on Brad's hips. She was so full. She felt that primal female need to be filled had been fully satisfied. She felt a completed woman, filled like this. Like this giant, rock-hard piece of flesh had melded with her and filled her with what had been missing. God, it felt good. 

She grunted as she bottomed out. Then she raised up a little and sank back down again. She repeated this, raising up a little more each time until only the tip was left in her. Then she slammed down on his dick. She adjusted the angle of her pelvis so that her clitoris smashed into his pubic bone on every stroke. Harder and faster she slammed into him, getting closer to lift-off. He wanted to help her get there, so he reached up and pinched her nipples hard. 

She squealed out in ecstasy, crashing down on him and held there as she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. Her inner walls were flexing around his cock, trying to coax the sperm to coat her insides. It worked as he lurched his hips upward, his cock swelling to deposit its load in the deepest recesses of her receptive body. 

A dance as old as time itself. As each shot from his cock struck her hyper-sensitive pussy walls, her body was racked with orgasm again and again. So good. So complete. Her hungry hole was satisfied for the moment. She rolled, fell really, beside Brad and held her arms over her head so she could draw more air into her oxygen-starved lungs. They lay there until their breathing returned to normal. 

"I've never felt like that before," she said quietly. 

"Like what," he asked. 

"It was like I was a puzzle piece and your cock filled me so well, I felt I'd found my matching piece. The one that completed the puzzle. You were so far inside me, but it didn't hurt at all. It felt like I couldn't expand inside anymore, and just as I started to worry if I could take all of you, it was in. Fully expanded and needing nothing more. Filled completely and perfectly to the max. Does any of this make any sense to you? Or am I being goofy?" 

He thought for a second, "No, well, sort of. I can only imagine what it feels like to a woman to be filled, but I can tell you what it feels like to fill a woman completely. There are very few women who can take me fully inside. It's true. Sometimes I wonder what good it is to have a monster cock when I can't get it all in anyway. For me, it feels like coming up just short of your goal. 

"But occasionally you find a woman who can take it all. When you find THAT one, the feeling is exquisite. There is something special about being fully embedded in a woman. It feels like she has wrapped herself around your whole body and just pulled every part of you inside her. Like you become one person for a little while. Like you're communicating on a deep level both ways and neither of you has to say a word. 

"You did that for me just now, Sandi. Your body is so beautiful, so inviting and so capable of satisfying a man sexually. I've never met another woman who exudes sex from every port like you do. Everything from your uniquely seductive and pleasing tits to your full, plush hips invites a man to experience fucking in the sublime. You're absolutely the perfect fuck toy. And you don't even know it. That's the beauty. You're not even trying, but you do. 

"I want to experience your body so bad, but I can't decide which part to play with first. I want to fuck them all at the same time. And it is impossible to wait; I have to have you again right then." 

He was facing her, lying on his side as they talked intimately. Her arms were placed under her head. His right hand idly worked their way over and around her breasts, not with any particular goal in mind, but just something soothing and pleasant to do with his hands. It was soothing to her, too. She was fully relaxed. Her right hand idly fondling his shrunken dick in the same way he was doing with her tits. The only difference was that, as they shared intimate sexual talk, his dick began to fill, getting firmer in her hand. His desire grew correspondingly until he rose up and spread her thighs apart. She submitted to his advances by fully exposing her sex to him. 

She yielded her womanhood to his superior penis, helping him line it up for the ultimate conquering of a female by a male. His head touched her inner lips for a moment before plowing ahead and through the final bastion, into her secret chamber. She held her breath for what seemed like two minutes, but was actually more like 10 seconds as he slowly eased his hard pike deep into her body. When he was fully seated, he held for a few seconds, letting her wet heat surround his cock in a silken blanket.  

"Damn, Sandi. It feels so incredible being so deep inside your pussy. Like nothing else in the world. Every part of your pussy is touching every part of my dick. 

"You feel pretty fuckin' good inside me, too. Now fuck me hard with that fat salami." 

He straightened his arms, raising up for a better angle to attack her sex. With the perfect position for an extended fuck session, he pumped her in earnest, slamming his full length into her on every stroke. She grunted every time he bottomed out, causing her giant tits to shake uncontrollably. 

It felt so good as her excitement began to grow higher and higher. She was definitely on her way. And he had cum three times already, so he was in this for a while. After 10 minutes of this he had another thought come into his mind. He pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping, almost sucking inward to bring him back inside. 

"Put it back, put it back," she said, desperately. 

"I've got another idea, Sandi. It completes our union tonight." 

"You know I can't stop now, Brad. I'd agree to anything to get you back in me. Do whatever, just get it back in." 

"I thought so. Let's change positions. Get up on your hands and knees" 

She quickly complied. This was one of her favorite positions. She rested on her elbows, with her head on her folded hands and her ass in the air, waiting for Brad to re-enter her pussy. But he needed to reposition her first. Her grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards until her knees rested on the edge of the mattress. 

He approached her as he stood on the floor with his hand rubbing her full, round ass, so perfectly shaped and proportioned. He entered her again in one shove. She inhaled quickly, pushing back on his cock to gain deeper penetration. She wanted him to speed up his stroking. He complied. She didn't even feel his warm spit het her rosebud. 

He began spreading it around with his thumb, pushing it in to the first knuckle. He rotated it around in preparation for a significantly larger insertion. She really liked that and pushed back even harder. Suddenly he pulled out completely and placed the head of his dick at the most private portal. He paused a moment, then pushed through the outer ring. He wanted her to get adjusted to his size before pushing in further. He began a series of quick thrusts in and out. On every few strokes in, he would go a little deeper, then back out a bit, but not as far out as the previous stroke had been. This method took a couple of minutes for him to be fully inserted in her ass. It was easier that he anticipated and she was glad David had made her wear the butt plug for a couple of hours. She felt no pain whatsoever. She thought to herself, "What a slut. A cock this big and no pain." 

He speeded up, stroking from tip to root with each stroke, maximizing her sensations. She had always been sensitive in this position. It was the same tonight. She was so tight, it took only a few minutes for him to approach his release. And ever more to hold off until Sandi came. Eventually, she stiffened, arching her back as her orgasm slashed through her. He quickly followed, unable to resist the muscular contractions from her asshole. She relaxed, falling flat on her face on the mattress, exhausted, but satisfied. 

She rested a few minutes, then got up, still naked and ambled over to check over the food and get something to drink. Brad's cum was dripping out of her asshole, running down her inner thighs. It felt good. She picked a boiled shrimp, dipping it in cocktail sauce, finishing it in three bites. Then she dipped a strawberry in chocolate and popped it in her mouth. She scanned the table for another tidbit to snack on. 

As she was deciding on one, Stacie quietly snuck up behind her. When Sandi reached for another strawberry, Stacie slipped her hand under and clamped her fingers around her hanging nipples. Sandi jumped, squealed and turned to see who it was. 

"Stacie! Ouch! I can't believe you did that. I'll get you for that," she said quickly reaching to pinch Stacie's nipple. They tussled with each other for a few seconds, both sets of tits flailing wildly. In a few seconds, the commotion of two females wrestling with each other attracted the attention of the others. The crowd cheered them on as they reached for each other's sensitive breasts. 

Sandi extended her hand, as if to pinch again, then stopped, holding her palm towards Stacie's breast, just short of its goal. Stacie stopped her advances. Their eyes met and the game changed instantly. Stacie moved her body slowly toward Sandi, until her breast met Sandi's outstretched hand. Sandi caressed the heated flesh tenderly. It felt warm, almost hot, and moist with a sheen of sweat from the wrestling match. Stacie reciprocated, fondling Sandi's heaving melon. They moved closer. Their lips met in a tender kiss. Mouths opened, tongues swirled. They placed their free hands around each other's head, magnifying the intensity. Stacie broke the kiss, moving down Sandi's neck tickling her soft skin with light kisses. They both felt eyes on them and looked up sheepishly. 

"Take me to bed, Stacie, and make love to me. I want to feel you bad. I imagined your tongue on me all day. I can't wait to feel my first woman," she said as their fingers intertwined. Stacie took the lead across the room to the open mattress on the floor, all eyes followed. 

David thought, "Another first for Sandi. I've wanted to see this for years." 

They resumed the kiss standing next to the mattress. Their hands roamed over all the places they could reach. Stacie broke away and gently laid Sandi down on the bed. Sandi closed her eyes and spread her arms out wide, ready to give herself to another woman for the first time. Stacie began at Sandi's neck and resumed her light kisses down her chest, circling around each breast until the entire surface had been kissed from bottom to top. 

Then she reversed directions and kissed her way back down. She was unhurried, wanting to extend the teasing as long as possible for Sandi. Sandi's breath grew shorter and shallower as Stacie finished with her breasts and moved down the center of Sandi's chest, working her way down to her navel. 

She slowed her progress there, swirling her tongue around the little valley. She would drip saliva into it and then lap it up with her tongue. The agony of Stacie's lingering pace was pushing Sandi closer to detonation. She desperately wanted to cum, but Stacie's pace was driving her up the wall, and quickly. But she wanted to experience every sensation, both physical and mental. She wanted to remember every caress, so she said nothing, but lay patiently, concentrating on the sensations her body was singing to her. 

Stacie finally kissed below her navel, exciting Sandi as she anticipated her destination. The kisses were just as slow but more deliberate. Sandi's pubic hair tickled her lips as Stacie worked her way down. When she reached the top of Sandi's clit, she broke off her assault. Sandi's eyes flew open, her head raised with a questioning look in her eyes. 

"Tell me you're not finished, Stacie. Tell me you're not gonna leave me hanging." 

Stacie just flashed an evil smile and moved around to Sandi's feet. She placed her hands between Sandi's knees and spread them apart as wide as they would go, crawling between them, still smiling. Sandi returned her smile with a lustful one on her own, and laid her head back down. 

Stacie lay flat on her stomach between Sandi's legs, lowering her head to the inner part of Sandi's knee. She continued the same kissing technique from before, trailing them from Sandi's knee to just below her pussy, then repeated the process on the other leg. She smelled Sandi's arousal first, then saw her juices leaking out of her pussy, down into her crack, disappearing as a drip on the sheets. Sandi's hands were crawling on the sheets, barely able to contain her excitement. She wanted to scream for Stacie to lick her clit, but she gritted her teeth and waited. She was certain that Stacie would get there eventually and it would be everything she hoped it would be.