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Sandy and Frank Ch. 01

By: SteveLee1146



My name is James MacAndrew, know familiarly as Mack. I'm about 6 feet or a little less, depending on who's measuring. I'm about 180 pounds and of regular, reasonably good looks. My wife is Sandra MacAndrew, addressed by most as Sandy. She's about 5' 2" or 5' 3" and I'll estimate somewhere between 110 and 115 pounds. She is quite pretty with very nice features, not beautiful but very nice. She has a very good but not spectacular body. Her breasts are, her bra says, 34B. Not large but very firm and with very little need for that bra. When dressed professionally, she usually wears one, but not in the evening. In the same manner, she wears pantyhose when working, garter belt and hose when dressed up. Actually, she is quite modest in her behavior and it would be a rare person who had any idea as to what she did or did not wear beneath her clothes.

Still, Sandy's biggest virtue is not her body or her face, nice as they are, but her personality. She often is described as "bubbly" and has a real talent for making friends. It's been said that when she visits a doctor's office, she comes out knowing not only the receptionist's name, but also her family, her background, her children, etc. And, she remembers it. That's a quality I admire because I'm the opposite.

She and I met in high school, went to college together, graduated, married and went to grad school together. The only time that we were separated was her junior year when she spent a full year in Spain. We both received our M.A.'s but there our academic lives separated. I went on to get my PhD while she taught school to support us. I joined a large northeastern university and began my professional career while she enrolled in the grad school to start her own PhD program and to work as a teaching assistant. We both had always loved school and education so our path, while unusual, suited us perfectly. All of this takes time, of course, so we were each about 30 when the circumstances in this story occurred, making her somewhat older than her grad student classmates.

We had moved to the small town where the university was located - actually a separate suburb of a fair-sized city. With a substantial mortgage we had been able buy a nicely remodeled four bedroom, two-story house with a walk-out basement. It was considerably larger than we needed, but the price was right and we anticipated adding to the family. In addition to the regular living space, the house also included a "mother suite" which we had intended to rent out to a student, but we, so far at least, had passed on that because of the lack of privacy. The only change that we had made in the house was to turn one bedroom into a combination office-study-library which was necessary for people in our fields. That bedroom was over the two-car garage and had several large windows overlooking a long driveway and front door and giving a very pleasant view of an expansive, treed front lawn. That vantage point turned out to be quite significant in a totally unexpected way. Our own bedroom was in the back of the house, well away from our "working" area. The backyard opened onto an alley which were common in earlier times for a rear entrance and contained a small building which originally was a carriage house. As I said, it was far more than we needed, but it was very nice.

Sandy's field of interest and her major was Spanish and Spanish literature. She had a real aptitude for languages and dove into the coursework with enthusiasm. Classes and seminars were small, the material interesting and the professors well versed in their specialties. Her first year in the PhD program went very well and with excellent grades which she honestly deserved. Now in her second year, she continued that success. You always worry about someone you know socially being in your class for if they don't do well it can be embarrassing. This was particularly true in this case because Sandy was a student and, at the same time, a faculty wife, and it would have been embarrassing for her professors, socially as well as academically, if she has been a poor student! We did socialize with other faculty and made real friends, but Sandy's main pleasure came from her relationships with her fellow grad students. 

Language majors, at all levels, see each other regularly in and out of classes and usually band together against a parochial world (U.S., at least) which doesn't feel the need to learn foreign languages; they are too hard, they are not practical in getting a job, everyone should learn English, etc. Actually, those attitudes are changing now, but, when the acts this story is about were going on, those feelings predominated. In any case, there was a closeness that developed, particularly among the teaching assistants (or TA's), leading to get-togethers one or twice a month, usually a Saturday night, when they sat around "talking shop," discussing professors and courses, papers, articles and their own classes and students and all the other minutia that graduate students and teaching assistants revel in. Frequently, one of the fellows played classical guitar and entertained with Spanish music while everyone lay back and let the ambiance overcome them. They were pleasant evenings of bonding, sharing their learning and experiences and unwinding.

Sandy, of course, loved these parties and I attended several of them with her but didn't find them to be entertaining. In addition, I really didn't fit in - I wasn't involved in language studies, I certainly wasn't interested in the gossip about their professors and students and, in any case, I was a professor myself! It was a very nice, very compatible group, but I just didn't fit in with a group of graduate students. I liked them as individuals but I wasn't a part of the group. Consequently, we quickly developed a system in which I drove Sandy to the place where the party was being held (usually a house which one of the women assistants rented) and someone would bring her home. There always one or more drivers who served as transportation for those who didn't have cars or who didn't like night driving, so that worked out well. 

The parties frequently ran into the small hours of the morning, but I didn't need to wait up or worry because she would be delivered right to our door. If I was working late in the study (which I often was while grading term papers, exams, etc.), I could see the car pull in and greet her at the door. The truth is, I enjoyed watching for the car to pull in and see Sandy get out, wave to her friend or friends and hurry in to tell me how her evening had gone. Actually, for each of us one of the best parts of any activity, or any day, for that matter, was to get home and tell the other about it. That type of sharing was something that we both enjoyed and valued because, even after years together, we each was really interested in what the other was doing.  

In any case, even if I had gone to bed I couldn't really get to sleep soundly until she came in, somewhat like a parent waiting for the sound of their teenager getting home. So the pattern developed: she would be taken to the party, have an enjoyable evening, be delivered to our door and come into the bedroom, her bubbling personality lighting up the room as she saw me. I would receive a précis, long or short, and, as she finally ran down, we would go to sleep. That was the pattern that developed during her first year and through the first semester of the second. Then, suddenly in one night, everything changed.

Classes were over and papers had been completed and turned in so the grad students were free except for graduate assistants like Sandy who still had the boring task of proctoring the final group exam for Introductory Spanish on Monday morning. Naturally, they had an "end of semester" party to celebrate and unwind. Sandy was really looking forward to an evening with her friends with no pressure, no deadlines, to concern them. 

I reclined on the bed, watching her dress, a very pleasant occupation, before I had to return to my own boring duty, reading term papers and exams. She walked around the room wearing only her hose and garter belt - pantyhose were practical for daily wear, but garter belt and hose were for dressing up. She added a brief pair of sheer pink panties that really hid very little. Then, she picked up one of her favorite skirts and donned it. It was a long wrap skirt in the dark blue and green Black Watch plaid over which she slipped on a dark blue silky blouse that buttoned up the front. It was a very attractive ensemble and I said, in complete honesty, "Lovely!"

She leaned over and kissed me, saying, "Thank, you." Then, looking at herself in the mirror, she asked, "Do you think that I need a bra with this? I love the feel of the material against me and the color is dark. I think that it is ok. What do you think?

I, of course, gave the answer she wanted, "It looks fine, Honey." Then I added, "In any case, a hard nipple sticking out never hurt anyone yet."

"Now you stop it! Anyway, I don't want to wear a bra, but I just don't want it to be too obvious." She looked at reflection again and, satisfied, announced, "I guess it's all right. Ok, I'm ready."

So, all of that settled, I delivered my happy wife to the door of the party house, said, "Have a good time," kissed her goodbye and returned home to grade some bluebooks. 

I read exam papers for several hours and finally quit. There are just so many of those things that you can read without becoming bleary eyed and terminally bored. So, I turned out the study lights and went to bed, planning to read awhile until Sandy got home. After a time, I fell asleep, actually lightly dozing, until I was wakened by the sound of the front door shutting. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see that Sandy was much later than normal. I looked to the bedroom door expecting to see her smiling face as I heard her coming up the stairs. However, she wasn't smiling as she came in.

I can still picture the expression on her face, but I really cannot adequately describe it. It was an unreal mixture of excitement, fear, anxiety, shock - I don't know. It's one of those times when the statement "a picture is worth a thousand words" applies. Other than having her hair somewhat disheveled, she looked perfectly normal. Her face was flushed but otherwise ordinary. She still had her coat on, which was unusual, and she just stood there, obviously at a loss as what to say or do. Finally, obviously forcing the words out, she blurted, "Oh Honey, I've just been made!"

I just stared at her, unable for the moment to comprehend her meaning and all that came out was, "What!"

"Frank Jackson just screwed me!" 

As the words penetrated, my mind roared off in all directions as, I suspect, anyone's would on hearing such a completely unexpected statement. The first words that came out of my mouth were, "Are you all right? Are you hurt?" The thought that the screwing was consensual didn't hit me at first. I felt fury as the thought of my wife being forced, even raped. Instant rage calling for revenge.

Sandy immediately saw the meaning of my question and quickly reassured me, "Oh, Mack, I'm fine, I...I...let him do it." Her face began to crumble as she made her confession, not knowing my reaction to an admission of adultery.

Now, to many people, my reaction to that statement will be surprising. I have never been a jealous man and I felt absolutely no jealousy at that moment - or later for that matter. I got out of bed and put my arms about her, hugged her tight, and said, "I'm not mad, dear. I'm not upset at all. I know that you love me and all I care about is that you are all right!"

I could feel the tension leave her body as she realized that I wasn't devastated by her totally unexpected confession or that we were facing a crisis in our marriage. Of course, she had had solid reasons for her fear for, even knowing me as she did, there is simply no way to know how a man will react to hearing that his wife had, to put it bluntly, been fucked by another man.

Finally, after returning my hug, she pulled back and said, "Look." With that she opened her coat to show me her unbuttoned blouse with her breasts completely bare, her nipples red and swollen. She shrugged off the coat and removed the blouse, the increased exposure revealing marks that undoubtedly would be hickeys by tomorrow. She undid her skirt and let it fall and stood there, naked except for her garter belt and hose. Obviously my lack of negative reaction had reassured her for, with a shy, tentative smile, she added, "My panties must still be in his car!"

As I looked at her standing there I was shocked anew as her nudity confirmed more graphically what she had told me. Then that confirmation was made even more explicit as a drop of what could only be sperm dripped from her cunt onto the floor.

Gasping, "Oh my god," she blushed beet red and hurried into the bathroom calling back, frantically, "I've got to take a douche!" 

Almost fifteen minutes passed before she came back and stood before me, now completely naked. She just stayed there, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Finally, she gasped out, "Oh, Mack, I'm so sorry and ashamed. I know you said that you weren't angry with me, but I feel awful, so guilty. I can't believe that I just sat there in the tub and washed another man's sperm out of my cunt. Up till then I wasn't feeling too bad after I told you and you weren't mad, but that just seems so awful, so depraved."

I reached up and pulled her down beside me and hugged her tightly saying, "Quit worrying, sweetheart. You're not depraved and what you did may have been immoral but it's not a sin against me. I'm not in the least bit angry or hurt. I'm not jealous or upset. I think that you are a lovely, wonderful woman that I've loved for years and nothing you have done tonight will change that in the least." Those words were all absolutely true and, to my considerable surprise, I realized that not only was I not dejected by her confession, I was aroused.

Obviously, this naked woman in my arms was my wife of many years, but she also was someone new. It was the same body that I knew so well, but it was not the same. I didn't take time to analyze my feelings then but I certainly had an unexpected reaction to my wife's confession of infidelity. I held her against me as I felt the tension gradually fade from her body. Then an almost prurient desire led me to say, "I want to look at you." She obviously knew exactly what I meant for she pulled away, lay back and raised her legs and displayed her adulterous cunt.

It was clean, of course, after the douche, and the hair was curly and soft as always, but the cunt lips were swollen and open. Her clit, which normally was mostly hidden, was prominent at the top of the slit. The hole into her vagina was visible and open and the flesh was engorged and red. There was no physical evidence of Frank's entry, no cum clogging the walls - that had all been washed away - but his cock's route was clearly evident. Surprising myself, I leaned in and ran my tongue over the lips and as deep as it would go into the hole. Finally, I flicked the tip over the clit and pulled back. I had done that many times before but, somehow, this was different.

"Ok, now that the preliminaries are out of the way and I have absolutely no bad or censorious thoughts, tell me how on earth you were, I guess, seduced. Start at the beginning and tell me every detail, step by step. Wait, first tell me about this Frank. I know that you've mentioned his name a few times, but I don't remember anything special.

"I don't think that you've met him. He's new here this year. He's a grad assistant in Spanish, teaching 101 as I do. We have Dr. Bowman's seminar together. He's like me, older that the others because he was teaching at a small school in Maine for several years after graduating from Middlebury. He was living with a woman there and, when they broke up, badly I guess, he decided to go back to school to get his PhD so he could teach at a college. He's probably 29 or 30, has his master's and some additional work from Boston U. I learned all of this from Ruth when she gave me the low down on him when he joined the group. He's about your size, maybe a bit shorter, and is attractive. Several of the other girls are smitten by him, but, while he's dated a couple of them, he's unattached and, seemingly uninterested. More gossip. Certainly, he is the most eligible bachelor in our group.

"We've been quite friendly, but nothing more than that. We do have a few things in common which bring us together. I think that the fact that we are both older does separate us from the others a bit, although I don't think that anyone in the group feels a real age gap." Grinning a bit at me, she ruefully added, "I don't act any more mature than anyone else." 

"Probably the biggest link between us has been that we both have the same major interest, Spanish literature of the Golden Age. We have one course and one seminar together and we do talk a lot. I really do enjoy 'talking shop' with him in the office or lounge - it is fun having an intellectual conversation, but there never has been anything the least bit personal. I like him and I know he likes me, but I honestly had no idea that he even thought of me outside of the academic setting. That is why, I guess, I was totally shocked when he did something last night.

"I was sitting on the couch talking with him and Judy about our Lope seminar - Lope de Vega - and the papers we were writing. Actually, I was leaning back against one of the pillows between them, half listening to each of them. There was a break in the conversation as someone dimmed the lights as Tom started to play the guitar. We shifted over to make room for Andy on the couch, leaving me right up against Frank. He had his left arm up on the back of the couch and, as I moved up close to him, he let it fall onto my shoulder and arm. It ended up with us sitting there with his arm around me as we listened to Tom play. It felt very nice, sort of cozy and warm with no connotations other than that we were comfortable with each other.

"I had my arms crossed in front of me with my forearms under my breasts, not thinking of anything but the music. I had my left hand resting on my right elbow and Frank had his hand resting just below my left elbow, occasionally moving his fingers, lightly, side to side on my arm. Then, slowly he just moved his hand upward from my arm onto the bottom of my breast, and then cupped it gently. I was startled and shocked as he did it, but I also felt a wave of heat flash through me. I suppose I should have pulled away and that would have ended it but, and I really don't know why, I just didn't. Actually, I do know why - I was excited! Of course, it wasn't much, just a hand on my boob, not really feeling me, just resting there, but my mind froze up like that of a sixteen year girl being touched for the first time! In any case, I didn't pull away and he just left his hand there, cupping my breast, as Tom played on. Actually, I didn't even hear the music, I was so caught up my own little drama!"

"You mean that he just let his hand stay there and didn't actually feel you?"

"Oh, he moved his fingers a little bit and squeezed lightly, and, with only that thin blouse in the way, he didn't have to do much to know what I felt like. He certainly knew that there was very little between his hand and my bare breast! He definitely knew where my nipple was because it was sticking straight out. Regardless, I think that we sat like that for a good ten minutes with that going on before I suddenly came to my senses and realized that anyone glancing over would see where his hand was. So, reluctantly, I straightened up and moved my arms, causing his hand to fall away. Nothing was said and the whole incident was finished without, I think, anyone seeing anything. Still, he had felt me to some degree and I certainly hadn't stopped him. I swear that my heart was still fluttering the rest of the evening. 


Sandy and Frank Ch. 01



"Shortly afterwards, one of the fellows said that he had to leave and asked if anyone needed a ride. It was fairly early and I wasn't quite ready to leave, but I started to accept the offer anyway. But, as I started to get up, Frank pulled me back saying that he goes right by our house and that I could ride with him. It wasn't surprising that Frank would volunteer since he had driven me and others home before, but I had a feeling that this was more than being friendly. I'll admit that I was a bit concerned about what had happened earlier, but, I'll also admit that I was curious about his reaction - and mine! The truth is, I still felt that tingle and my thoughts were all over the place, not thinking clearly at all. Damn it, I think that I was hoping that something would happen, maybe get felt a bit, but I certainly never dreamed of what did happen! 

"In any case, after about another forty-five minutes or so, the party was beginning to break up and we prepared to go. Fortunately (or not) this time no one else was going with him, so I got my coat and purse and the two of us went out to the car alone. He unlocked and opened the car door for me and I got in and, as I usually do, slid over to unlock the driver's side door from the inside. He has a great big old car with the really wide seats so I was the middle as he got in. As I started to move back, he looked at me and said, 'You know, there's something I've wanted to do all semester.'"

"I simply asked, innocently, 'What's that?'"

"He replied, 'This.'" 

"Reaching for me, he pulled me to him and began kissing me. The kiss quickly became very intense and, surprising myself, I responded with great enthusiasm. I really lost myself in it and I must have been even more aroused than I knew for I really kissed back. I think that it went on for at least two of three minutes. He didn't touch me or anything, just kissing, but I was reacting as if it was more than that. Finally, I pulled away, saying, 'We've got to stop this! The others will be coming out and wondering why we're still here!'

"He straightened up momentarily, but immediately reached for me again, saying, 'One more kiss and we'll leave.'

"'No, Frank, there isn't time! Tom and Claire were right behind us! Let's go. You can kiss me again when we get home.' I said that automatically without thinking, but I did want it to go on!

"He accepted my promise and, as men seem to do, changed the subject completely as he started the car, saying that it had been his mother's and commenting that it ran well and was very good except for some transmission problems and a heater that doesn't work all the time. I innocently replied, 'Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly cold right now.' I had my beige coat with the lining on and all I meant was that I physically wasn't cold but he obviously took it that I was hot from the kisses - which, of course I was! In any case, he laughed and put his arm around me, hugged me close and drove home, very slowly, using his left hand on the wheel.

"I have no idea as to what was going through my mind as we drove along. I think that I was in some kind of drug-like stupor. You know that I've never been in a situation like that before - having his hand on my tit like that in public! Gods, I called it my 'tit!' I've never done that before. Then being kissed passionately like that! I was hot! All I remember was looking forward to more kissing and, yes, I wanted his hand on my tit again!

"As we got near the house I was filled with mixed emotions. If the study lights had been on and you obviously still up, Frank probably would have kissed me again and I would have come in in a few minutes. No worries and no pressure - a kiss and, perhaps a quick feel or two, and that would end it. However, if the lights were out, you presumably would be in bed, and I wouldn't have the excuse for a quick escape - if I wanted one and I didn't know what I wanted!

"In any case the decision was out of my hands for, as we pulled into the driveway, we could see immediately that the house (from the front, of course) was dark. Frank remarked, 'It looks like everyone's asleep.' 'Everyone,' of course, was my husband, leaving me, a married woman who already had been felt and passionately kissed, without anything except morality and virtue to protect her. Those weren't enough.

"Without hesitation, Frank took his glasses off and put them on the dashboard (mine were in my purse) and pushed the seat all the way back. His right arm was already around me and he turned me toward him and took up where we had left off at Judy's house. I cooperated completely, returning his kiss with fervor, totally lost in the sensations flowing through me. At some point, and I have no idea when, his left hand moved up to my tit and squeezed and fondled it through my blouse. His fingers were trying to get inside the blouse and, without any conscious decision to do so, I reached up and unbuttoned it.

"His hands felt and squeezed me and, again, without really thinking, I pulled away and, with his fumbling help, shrugged my coat and blouse off. I was naked to the waist, both tits exposed to his eyes and fingers. This was the first time in all these years that any man but you had seen my breasts bare. The security light on the garage lit up the car sufficiently that he could see every detail. He turned me so that I was half lying on the seat with my head and shoulders across his knees. I couldn't believe the surges of heat that kept running through me as he cupped and squeezed my tits, pinching and pulling on my nipples.

"Suddenly he said, 'Wait a second.' He opened the door and slid out, lowering me onto my back by the steering wheel. I had no idea as to what was happening as he closed the door and hurried around and got in the other side. He knelt in the foot and began kissing and sucking on my nipples and, I'm afraid, leaving those marks all over my breasts. I was really lost in the sensations, all totally unexpected and new. Making out, half naked in a car with a man who wasn't my husband! I swear, I think I was in an orgasmic state, actually squirming on the seat as he worked on me. 

"Then, as might be expected, something new was added, but everything sort of flowed together and, I expect, inevitably. At some point in all of this focus on my tits, he began running his left hand up and down my leg. I felt a new surge of arousal go through me as his fingers reached my hose tops and began moving upwards. Despite being lost in the sexual thrills going through me, a thought - 'Gods, I have to stop this! It's going too far!' - flashed through my mind as those fingers reached my panties.

"However, whatever danger signals flew through my mind were obliterated by the new sensations that exploded through me as my cunt was touched. The panties weren't in the way long. Without opposition, he pushed my skirt up out of the way and, grabbing the waistband, dragged the panties down and off. I felt the coldness of the air on my body and raised my head and looked down. For practical purposes, I was completely nude. My wrap skirt had come completely open and I could see past my tits with their nipples rigidly erect to the mound of my pussy hair. 'My god, I'm naked,' flashed through my mind, but any coherent thought vanished as his fingers found my cunt. 

"The fingers were everywhere, running up and down my thighs, across my cunt lips, over my pussy hair, even back to my bottom. Then, he began stroking up and down between the lips and over my clit, probing my cunt and - this is embarrassing - my ass. Actually, everything merged into one great ball of excitement and I know that I was continuously in some stage of orgasm. I wonder what he thought of the way I was reacting. My legs were wide open and I obviously was extraordinarily wet because he began finger fucking me with, first, two fingers and then, I honestly believe, three fingers! I've never been that open!

"While his left hand was working between my legs his other was squeezing and kneading my breasts. He was still kneeling in the foot of the car and he moved up further and began kissing and sucking my nipples again, even biting a little bit. You know how sensitive and tender they are and it was hurting them, but I remember pushing my tits up toward his mouth, welcoming the pain! I even had my hand on the back of his head, holding him there. Damn, this is hard to describe.

"Suddenly, he pulled away and, looking down at me, said, 'Sandy, I have to kiss you!'" 

"Needless to say, my mind wasn't clear and I didn't react. However, as he pulled away and moved down toward my feet, the fog in my mind cleared away as I realized he meant to kiss my cunt! That sent a shock through me and I cried out, 'No, Frank, you'll make me, you'll make me! You won't be able to stop!' He ignored my protests and, kneeling on the seat, raised and spread my legs, opening me up completely. I was squirming around and trying to get my legs down, but I just couldn't do it - he is very strong. Much of my sexual arousal was gone as I was genuinely afraid of what was going to happen. I kept saying 'No, Frank, you'll make me' over and over. I must have sounded like a high school girl. I didn't say 'you'll screw me or you'll fuck me,' just 'you'll make me!'

"In any case, he held my legs up and open and began to lick me. His tongue flicked over my clit, slid between the lips and, even, down to my bottom. I wish I could go back and look into my mind for I know that it was a mish mash of conflicting thoughts. The fear was still there, but the sensations coming from his tongue overwhelmed it. I had had that moment of clarity but it vanished in the wash of emotions that flooded through me. Oddly enough, this time I was much more aware of what was happening. It felt so good, so exciting! Frank no longer had to hold my legs up as I deliberately raised my cunt to his mouth. His hands were gone and all I felt was the lashing tongue as I spread my legs wide to make myself more accessible. I certainly could have stopped it at that point, but I didn't even think of it!

"Then, shockingly, his hands returned as he grasped my knees, pushing them back until they touched my tits. I didn't, at first, realize what was happening as I felt him moving over me. Evidently, while I held myself open to his licking, he had managed to get his pants and shorts down and, as he moved between my legs, his rigid cock found my gaping cunt hole. I was so wet that he sank completely into me with the first push. I wish that I could say that I tried to stop him, but I didn't. I didn't say no. He didn't force me. Instead, I welcomed him in without protest and quickly matched his rhythm as he fucked me! I wanted it!

"Honey, there's no way that I can describe what happened to me or how I felt! I think that I just exploded! As his cock entered me I had a flash thought, 'He's going to screw me,' and I just blew up. I think that everything that had happened from the time that he touched my tit at the party to when he took me on the car seat just overwhelmed me at and I began an orgasm that seemed to go on forever! The whole thing hit me at once and I know that I was humping up and down against him as he pounded into me.

"I lay there on that car seat with his cock going in and out, smacking hard on my clit. My reaction was a combination of delirium and euphoria as I ground my cunt upwards against him, wanting more and more. I know that I was gasping for breath, moaning and groaning with exertion. The only other sound that I was aware of was a series of 'unh, unh, unh' grunts from Frank as he drove into me, time after time.

"I have no idea as to how long it lasted - it seemed to go on forever yet I know it really was pretty brief. Both of us were so hot and ready that it couldn't be prolonged. There obviously was no planned crescendo but we seemed to work together to the final climax. Frank pounded in harder and harder, faster and faster, and I matched his tempo until, finally, I felt him weld himself against my cunt and spurt into me. I don't know if that triggered my final orgasm or if I was just ready, myself, but I surged upward, grinding myself against him as he ejaculated. I swear that I was in some level of orgasm the entire time, but that was the biggest explosion of all. We held together like that, him still jetting cum into me and me writhing against him in ...well, ecstasy, I guess. I don't know if that's the right word or not, but I was completely lost in it. 

"I'm a little vague about what happened next. I think that we both sort of collapsed, our energy completely exhausted, but the next thing I knew Frank was lifting himself off of me. At that point, reality rushed back onto me. My head was still in a muddle as he pulled away, but it cleared up instantly as I raised up and looked at him. He was kneeling on the seat between my legs with his shorts and pants around his knees. More important, I realized that I was lying there virtually naked with my legs wide apart - and I had just been screwed by a man who wasn't my husband.

"Suddenly, my mind was too clear, but splintered, going in all directions at the same time, trying to grasp and understand all that had happened. In less than a minute I went from the euphoria of a massive orgasm to the ice water realization I had committed adultery. 'What'll I do?' 'What will I tell Mack?' 'How will he react?' 'How did I get into this mess?' 'My god, Frank had me!' 'I'm naked. He can see everything!' That last ludicrous thought actually went rushing through my mind, showing how irrational my thinking was. Still, it all piled up and was just too much and I burst into tears.

"Frank immediately moved off of the seat, knelt in the foot, lifted me into a sitting position and put his arms around me. As he held me against him, he attempted to console me, apologizing for going too far but saying how wonderful it had been and that no one would ever know. He said that had never thought of going all the way with me, but was just overcome by the way I looked and felt. He moved up on the seat behind me, on the driver's side, and held me against his chest saying that I have a beautiful body and that he couldn't help himself. As he said that, he gently squeezed my breast saying, 'You have beautiful tits!' My heavens, that's why I'm calling them 'tits.' It seems right! In any case, I don't know if it his comments were apologies, flattery or what, but I did calm down and stopped crying. 

"That obviously reassured him as he finally asked, 'Are you all right now, Sandy? This was a fantastic evening, the best I've ever had, I think. You seemed to enjoy it too.'"

"Damn it, yes I enjoyed it! Of course I did. But I'm a married woman who has been screwed by another man. God, it was adultery! Now I have to go in and face my husband! Here I am, lying naked in the front seat while you feel my breast!"

"Don't worry, he'll never know. I certainly won't say anything and no one else even knows that we were together. I just drove you home, walked you to the door and left. Nobody's been hurt and it was a wonderful time. Come on, cheer up."

"Of course, I knew I would tell you as soon as I came in so I was worried, but I did relax. To show how weird my mind was, I suddenly got a thrill out of being naked with him as I realized that his pants were still down and I could feel his cock against by back. I didn't really see it the whole time, but I felt it getting hard against me and I decided that I had better end it right then.

"'Good heavens, what time is it? Mack will be wondering where I am and he'd better not see me like this! I've got to get dressed! Where's my blouse?' Frank found it crumpled on the seat and he watched as I put it on. I didn't bother to button it, just quickly put my arms into it and followed with my coat which had been under me. While I was doing that, he evidently pulled his shorts and pants up, got out and came around again and opened my door. My skirt was still wide open and caught under me so I just slid out, naked to the waist except for my hose and garter belt. Perversely, I was perfectly comfortable with that exposure, standing beside the car, fastening the skirt around me, completely visible under the security light.

"We walked to the door and, amazingly he said 'Thank you for a wonderful evening. I'll see you Monday.' With that he leaned down and kissed me and gently squeezed my breast through my coat and left - and I came in to face the music!" 

As she recounted her experiences and feelings, it was almost as if she were reliving them. She even had her eyes closed part of the time. It was fascinating to both see and hear her as she returned to what had to be one of the most (probably the most) sexual experience of her life including our honeymoon. For me, I had the weirdest stream of emotions rush through me. I was never one of those men who fantasized about his wife with another man, but I was hearing an extremely erotic recital of my own wife in just that situation. My first, fortunately fleeting, reaction was to feel sort of empty, as if something were missing. That thought, I know, came from the realization that something basic had changed and wouldn't be the same again - another man had penetrated my wife and given her an unbelievable orgasm as he took her. She had been totally mine and now she wasn't. It wasn't really jealousy, just the reality that she had had an amazing experience that I couldn't share except second hand. Actually, I guess that that is a form of jealousy.

Fortunately, as I said, that negative feeling was fleeting and, as she continued, I found myself becoming more and more aroused. I had a graphic picture of her lying back on that car seat, her breasts - or her tits as she now referred to them - sticking up as they were fondled and her nipples kissed. Then as she described being virtually naked as another man saw her body displayed, any negative feeling I had were submerged by my own sexual excitement. I've read enough now to realize that being excited by seeing your wife in that position is a relatively common reaction, but I was surprised at my own arousal. However, that obvious physical response to her detailed account of her adultery unquestionably reassured her and for over an hour we indulged ourselves in a licentious discussion of her wanton behavior.

We talked about she felt as his hand was on her tit at the party, particularly how her nipple poked upward into his palm. [Embarrassing.] Did she think that anyone noticed his hand on her? [No.] Did she expect anything when they went to the car? [Maybe.] Did she want something to happen? [Probably.] When you moved over to unlock the door did you deliberately stay in the middle? [Yes.] In a way it was like a debriefing after a military mission!

One question that I had was, "Wasn't that uncomfortable? How could you spread out like that and how could he maneuver with the steering wheel and the narrow space?"

"Oh, that wasn't much of a problem, at least for me. He has a great big old Buick Roadmaster that his mother had. I think that I could lie perfectly flat with my legs straight and hardly touch the door. Actually, when he was on me I was pushed a bit toward his door, but it didn't affect me until we were finished. With the seat pushed back, the steering wheel wasn't really in the way. If you want to take a date out and screw her, a Buick Roadmaster is the way to go!"

"Or if you want a place to seduce a married woman and fuck her, that's what you need!"

"Oh, gods, don't say that!" Then, with an impish grin, she added, "Of course, he did get a married woman on her back, stick his cock in her and fuck her - and she loved it! So there!" She paused and then continued, not grinning any more, asking hesitantly, "I know that you are accepting all of this but I hope that tomorrow, when you look back on it, you're not upset. We can't change it. Frank has had me. He saw me naked and, well...he fucked me. Right now we are both in a weird state and daylight may change that. Promise me that you will be honest if you feel different tomorrow."




Sandy and Frank Ch. 01



"I don't think that you have any worries about that, dearest, but I do promise. Now, after all of this, I want to put my cock where Frank's had been and fuck my lovely wife!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 02



The following morning was traumatic, but not for the reasons one might expect. I woke up about 9:30, actually a bit early considering that it was Sunday morning and I hadn't gone to sleep until almost 4:00 AM. I looked over at Sandy who was faced away from me and who still seemed to be asleep. Last night's events were sharp in my mind and I felt a sudden arousal but also a real demand to get to the bathroom. When I returned, my cock was still half-hard as I anticipated the pleasant task of waking my wife and pick up where we had left off last night. However, that enjoyable thought was quickly wiped form my brain as I saw Sandy lying on the back, sobbing profusely.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do all that. Please forgive me!"

My first reaction was to ask myself, "What on earth does she mean?" since everything had been settled thoroughly before we went to bed. Of course, I immediately realized that things had come unraveled overnight. I hurried to the bed and embraced her, saying, "Come on, sweetheart, there's nothing to forgive! I'm not angry! You didn't do anything wrong! Now quit crying and tell me why you're so upset."

"You know why - I ... I was unfaithful last night! Frank Jackson screwed me and...and I let him! I committed adultery! Oh, what am I going to do? You have to be angry and disappointed even if you say you're not. I love you and I can't believe that I did something so cruel to you. How can you live with me?"

It was obvious that the demons of the night had crept into her mind, wiping away the reassuring mutual enjoyment from last night. It's amazing how rational beliefs and observations can be replaced by fear and anxiety as one is besieged by those demons. As she admitted later, unlike me, she had not fallen asleep and, instead had lain there for over an hour, the pleasure gone as she gave way to an awake nightmare. All her "rights and wrongs" inculcated into her by her up-bringing, her feeling of betraying me, a graphic picture of herself sprawled naked and open on the car seat, her body being used by another man - thoughts and images she could not reconcile with her own self-portrait. Even more, her guilt was compounded by her recognition that it all had wildly excited her. She couldn't even hide behind the excuse that she was an innocent bystander. Thus in the gloom of the night and her mind, she just knew that she had ruined things between us.

We've all had those nights where, in our minds, nothing seems right, the future is bleak and we can't see the way out of our problems. Sometimes it is very hard to put the night fears away when day comes and that was Sandy's situation. She was still convinced that her sin was just too big to for me to overcome, putting our marriage at risk.

Actually, I guess that, in a way, her fears were not completely irrational. If asked the day before how I would react to my wife being fucked by another man, I don't know just how I would have answered. In the abstract, I think my reply would have been quite negative. Faced with the reality, however, my response, as described before, was unbelievably positive. I confess that when reading about men who accepted their wives' adultery, I had assumed that the stories were fiction, but I couldn't deny that I was tremendously aroused

I hugged and cajoled Sandy, reaffirming, over and over, my lack of concern and, even, my approval of her sexual actions of last night. I finally convinced her that my lack of jealousy in no way was a lack of love for her. As I told her, I could be very jealous if her actions were a sign that her feelings for me had weakened or that somehow I wasn't enough for her in some way, particularly sexual. If, in other words, her extramarital sex was in some way a rejection of me I would be very upset and hurt. This certainly was not the case. If she had hidden it and done things behind my back, I would be very angry. Again, this was not the case.

I didn't go into it because it is so hard to explain, but somehow her experience last night had made her more attractive, more interesting and not only sexually. She was different form the woman I had been with all those years and I saw her with different eyes. If your wife does something totally out of character - climbs a mountain, sky dives, has a book published, stars in a play, commits adultery - she is different. She's the same woman you married and have slept with for years but you see her in a whole new light. You can be jealous of her new experiences and the person or people she does them with. You can feel diminished and resent that she experienced new things without you. Or you can embrace and value the new "her" and vicariously enjoy those experiences with her. 

I certainly was taking the latter course but, for some reason I found it more difficult to tell her that the whole thing turned me on. Somehow it was still difficult to frankly admit verbally that having another man fuck her excited me. I had a hard time accepting it, myself. However, my non-verbal communication was quite clear as my hard cock proved. Fortunately, my obvious arousal helped convince Sandy that her nightmarish fears were wrong and I wasn't just pretending not to be upset. The clear sign that her normal spirit had returned was when she looked up at me while stroking my erection and said, with a shy and impish smile, "I think that you like knowing and another man's cock was in me, don't you?" I didn't reply, but the truth was obvious.

That, of course, was a sign that we could return to the real topic - her illicit sexual activities. As we talked, my embracing of her turned into caressing and fondling, but as I lightly pinched her nipple, she pulled back with a wince, saying, "Ouch! Ooh, I'm sore! I think that Frank must have squeezed them too hard."

"Here, take your gown off and look at you." As she raised up and pulled the gown over her head, revealing her breasts, I broke out with, "Good god, look at you! No wonder they're sore!" It was an unbelievable sight. There were more marks than there was clear skin. There were hickeys covering both mounds. Bruises, actually finger marks, turned much of the flesh purple. Both nipples still looked swollen and red rather than their normal pink color. If ever a pair of breasts revealed a night of wild passion, these did.

Sandy jumped up off of the bed and hurried over to the full length mirror and stated at herself in consternation. "I don't believe this! I knew that he was really working my tits over and it hurt when he was biting and sucking my nipples, but I had no idea that he was doing this much damage. I told you last night that the pain actually felt good, excited me, but I never dreamed of being marked like this! Boy, he really sucked my nipples - look at them!"

"Think of what would have happened if I had been asleep last night and I had watched you take off your gown this morning! That would have been very hard to explain!"

"Explain! My god, there's no way on earth that this could be explained! You know, I think that my lips - of my mouth - are a bit swollen too. Damn, he really worked me over! It's going to be a long time before all those marks will fade away. Fortunately, I think that everything will be under my bra."

As she turned away from the mirror she presented a very erotic sight. Standing there completely nude, looking normal in almost in all respects except for two breasts that looked as if they had been in a fight - or an orgy! "You know, last night I could see some marks or hickeys, but the bruises developed over night. Are you going to show them to Frank tomorrow?"

"Oh my heavens, I hadn't even thought of seeing him tomorrow. How the hell am I going to do that? I won't even be able to look at him. I'll light up like a Christmas tree and everyone will know that something happened. Every time he looks at me he'll know that he's had me! He's seen me naked and had me! I'm a married woman who lay down on his car seat and let him have me! Gods, what am I going to do?" She truly was panicked as the thought of a humiliating encounter with her...what? Lover hardly seemed to apply. Seducer? Maybe. In any case, it was a full five minutes before she calmed down - and then I laughed at her, which didn't help.

"I think that you are more frightened and upset about seeing the man who screwed you than you were about telling me! You're more concerned about what he'll think or say than you are about what you did. I have to wonder what's he's thinking - he drove an innocent married woman home, got her in his car and seduced her into adultery! Maybe he's preening now, proud of his prowess or maybe he's watching the door half expecting an irate, shotgun bearing husband searching for him! Or, maybe, he's sitting there wondering how he'll face her tomorrow morning! He may be even wondering if he got you pregnant. What about that? Is it likely?"

"Oh, you, quit laughing at me! You may be right that he is worried too, but I know damn well that I'm going to blush like a fire engine when I see him. No, I'm not too concerned about being pregnant - otherwise I would really be in a tizzy! I was extremely worried last night when I ran in to take a douche, but, when I calmed down, I realized that I was pretty safe. I should start my period Tuesday or Wednesday and, for the first time ever, I believe, I'll look forward to it. If this was in the middle of the month I would be petrified!" Then after a pause, she got a funny expression on her face and added, "I can't believe this! Here we are discussing whether I will be embarrassed when I see a man who fucked me and wondering if he got me pregnant! This is unreal."

Fortunately, she had calmed down and was able to see the humor in the situation and, even, laugh at herself. That restored her ardor somewhat and we were able to return to the sexual activities interrupted by the viewing of her multi-colored breasts. 

It was a bizarre situation for both of us. That afternoon, I attempted to grade bluebooks and read term papers, but I found myself staring blankly at the pages. No matter what I tried to concentrate on, the vision of Sandy lying naked on that car seat kept getting in the way. The thought of her erupting in orgasm as another man fucked her quickly eroded my ability to focus. With all of this one thing came through - thank god that I wasn't jealous. I realized the hell a jealous man would be going through if his wife had made the same confession.

Not surprisingly, Sandy admitted that she had the same problem of finding to concentrate on anything other than last night. No matter what she was doing, the same thoughts and mental pictures kept running through her mind making her, like me, unable to concentrate on mundane things. There was still guilt there - sin, infidelity, immorality, adultery - that my acceptance of her moral lapse didn't wipe away. Oddly enough, as she admitted, one thing that still plagued her was the relatively insignificant fact that he had seen her naked! That violation of her modesty really upset her and neither she nor I really knew why, particularly considering the sexual acts involved. 

Whatever the reason, that feeling contributed to what came to dominate her thinking by evening - how was she going to face Frank tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM when the teaching assistants met to proctor the Spanish final exam. By bedtime it was all she could think of, even considering being too sick to go in. I convinced her that that was not reasonable, but I don't remember any time in which I saw her so nervous and beside herself. Somehow the actual events in the car came to be less crucial and worrying than the potential embarrassment from meeting the man who had screwed her!

However, by Monday morning she had become resigned to the inevitable and, as she said, "I just want to get it over with. Thank heavens the semester is over with and I won't have to face him over the seminar table each week! I'll just have to avoid him as much as possible today and have the whole Christmas season before classes start again. Damn, I don't know I got into this mess!"

I, of course, could have explained how she "got into this mess," but, obviously, she knew every minute detail full well and was just ranting. In fact, I said as little as possible as she dressed for the ordeal that was before her. Her clothing was very different from what she had worn Saturday night since this was work day: she selected a teacher-type outfit, pantyhose under a moderate length skirt and a heavy knit sweater of soft wool. The only difference from a regular class day outfit was that she omitted her bra. She had discovered to her dismay that her breasts were still a bit tender from the rough treatment - not really sore, just a little sensitive. Needless to say, they were still covered with hickeys and bruise marks, leading me to, kiddingly, observe, "Frank said that you have beautiful tits. You should show him how he decorated them!"

As might be expected, she was not in the mood for humor and my comment was not received well. "Damn it, he's never going to see these tits again! Don't even kid about that! I'm going to wear a cast iron bra to the next party and not go near him. I can't believe he did all of this to my tits! If those girls who are enamored by him could know what he did to me they might not be so interested." She went on like that, mumbling and complaining the whole time she was dressing and preparing for the humiliating confrontation she was expecting, pouring out comments like, "I'll bet he'll smirk when we meet, telling me by his look that "I've had you. I know what's under your clothes and I've fucked you! Gods, I wonder if he'll tell anybody. They love to gossip and it would spread everywhere." Her exclamations became harsher and harsher and less and less rational as she prepared to leave.

Obviously, her fear of embarrassment fueled these wild statements, but I really was surprised by the uncharacteristic vitriol. I knew that she was really upset about the whole situation - shocked by his, and her own, behavior and feeling somewhat degraded, yet being honest enough to recognize that it still aroused her sexually. Here was a man that she had liked and, obviously appealed to her, and, minute by minute, was being transformed into a conscienceless beast. Maybe it was some form of prescience or precognition, but the Hamlet statement, "Methinks the lady doth protest too much" came into my mind.

In any case, in at least figurative "fear and trembling," she left the house to meet her doom. I was through with classes so I devoted myself to the reading that I hadn't been able to concentrate on yesterday. As said before, her exam monitoring began at 10:00 and I couldn't help but wonder how awful it had been for her, but I lost track of time as I worked and I was somewhat surprised when I looked up and realized that it was almost 12:30. I really thought that her concerns were considerably overblown and that while she would suffer some embarrassment and blushing as she met Frank, those things would come from herself, not anything he did. Still, I was a bit on edge waiting for her to come home.

Listening for the garage door to go up, I actually was startled when the phone rang. Most startling, however, was to hear Sandy's cheerful voice say, "Hi, Honey, we're going down to the café to have some lunch. We decided to just stay together this afternoon and get all the exam grading done at one time so we'll all be finished. We're going to break the exam up and each one of us do certain pages. It's all short answer so it should go fast."

Needless to say, I was somewhat flummoxed not only by her rapid fire recitation of their plans but also the complete turnaround in her humor. Leaving home she was depressed and fearful, but, now, she sounded light-hearted and happy. When she finally finished her almost hyper recitation, I asked, tentatively, "How did everything go?"

Voices in the background told me that she was in the grad assistant's office so I suspected that she couldn't talk about personal things, a thought that was confirmed as she replied, "Everything went fine, dear. No problem of any kind. It was boring proctoring the exam but everything went well. I've got to go but we'll talk about it when I get home. Bye, Honey. Love you!" Her emphasis on "everything" and "any kind" confirmed what I had assumed from her cheerful voice - her fears of an excruciating meeting with Frank had been all in her mind. I certainly was curious about how the meeting with him went and I waited eagerly for her return home to get the details.

She finally pulled into the garage about 4:30 and came in, obviously tired but, at the same time, more "alive" than when she had left seven hours before. "Wow, I'm bushed! I don't want to see any verbs conjugated for a month. But it's done! I still have to get my grades figured, but the real work is over. I can relax!"

"Ok, get to the real issue. You left here this morning as if you were going to an execution. You call me and everything is fine - what the hell happened?"

She did have the decency to be a bit embarrassed as she admitted, "Ok, I over reacted. I walked into the office and the others, including Frank, were already there. It was a complete non-event. Everyone looked up and said, 'Hi, Sandy,' and went on with their conversation. Frank smiled and waved as he always does without any sign that anything had happened between us. Everything was so ordinary that I was actually let down, a bit deflated. Here I had come in expecting something big...I don't know what! I didn't want any drama, anything like flushing mightily, a knowing smile from Frank that would cause people to wonder...or anything. Yet I wasn't prepared for nothing! Darn it, the man had fucked me in the car Saturday night and he didn't even react to me!

"So, we each picked up a pile of exams, went into that great lecture hall, with difficulty got everyone into alternate seating, and got the exam underway. Gods, that's boring, walking up and down the aisles, answering a few questions but mostly making sure there was no cheating. Two hours of that! It's an arena type room so the rows are on different levels and I was standing at the top behind the seats when Frank came up to me and quietly said, 'I'm really sorry about Saturday, Sandy. I got carried away and went much further than I should have. I've been worried that you got in trouble when you went in."

"I couldn't believe it! Here I had spent all day yesterday and this morning in a state of panic, picturing him gloating over having me, and here he was, apologizing and saying that he was worried about me having problems with you when I went in! I felt absolutely stupid - and relieved. Fortunately, I was able to avoid any noticeable reaction and, apparently, kept my eye roaming over the students. However, I felt so good, so relieved! In any case, after a moment or two to get my reactions in hand, I managed to half-whisper, "We both got carried away and we did something we shouldn't have. No, I didn't have any problem. Mack was asleep and I was able to clean up and get to bed without waking him." I don't know how I could lie like that without hesitation, but I'm glad I did. 

At that point, before he could reply or say anything further, a girl raised her hand and I had to go and answer her question. I was glad because I needed time to put my mental house in order. There was never a time the rest of the exam in which our paths ended up converged in a somewhat private spot.

"As you can imagine, my entire day changed in those few seconds. It's funny, nothing physical changed - we still had had sex, I hate to say it, but I was still an adulteress - but I just felt lighter, my mind clearer and the world was brighter. In any case, when the exam was over we all decided to do the grading, I called you figuring that you would get the message and be relieved. We had lunch, went back and graded the exams but there never any time that Frank and I were alone. Finally, it was finished; I recorded the exam results of my classes so I can figure their final grades. We all had a collective sigh of relief and headed for our cars. I was eager to get home and tell you my good news, but just as I got to my car, I heard Frank call from behind me, 'Hey, Sandy, wait a minute. I have something for you.'




Sandy and Frank Ch. 02



"I had the weirdest reaction. Part of me worried about what he might say, what new problem might arise, while another part really hoped for something else...I don't know what. As I turned to face him I quickly looked to see if the others had gone. They were just pulling out and I didn't know whether that was good or bad.

"Frank hurried up to me, saying, 'I wanted to catch up with you because I won't see you until January and I wanted to return something to you.' With that he reached into his pocket and, to my intense embarrassment, pulled out my panties. I had completely forgotten that I had left them in his car and I'm sure I blushed just as deeply as I had feared doing when I first saw him. I was speechless and, to my complete surprise, was suddenly very aroused. I did not anticipate that reaction and, as I took them from his hand, all I could get out was 'Thank you!'

"It was the strangest feeling, standing there with my panties in my hand, physical proof of a different kind of connection between us. It was, as I said, embarrassing, but it was, somehow a very pleasant embarrassment - like falling down and your skirt going up and knowing that an attractive man can see your panties.

"I don't know how long that moment lasted, but after probably was a shorter time period that it seemed, Frank said again, 'I really am sorry, Sandy but I have to admit that I really enjoyed it anyway. I'm just very happy that it didn't cause any problems with your husband. No one will ever know except the two of us.' Then, with a grin, 'No signs and no evidence so no case!'

"Then, I did something which I don't think that I will ever understand. Something so bizarre and out of character that it seems inconceivable. I did just what you, jokingly, said I should do. Looking him in the eye, I said, 'No signs of evidence' huh. What do you call this?' Without any hesitancy or hurry, I calmly took the bottom of my sweater and pulled it up, completely exposing my bare tits! I just stood there in that public parking lot, bare-breasted, showing him what he had done to me!

"His reaction was exquisite to watch as he realized what I had done. I know that he first just looked at them, stunned at the sight. Then, of course, he focused in on the blemishes that marred my tits. 'My god, Sandy, I can't believe it. Did I do all of that? I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?'

"'No, they're a little tender, but, other than a lot of marks and bruises, they're fine.' Blushing again, 'It didn't hurt when you were doing it, either.' Then, suddenly realizing that I was still exhibiting myself, I blushed anew and pulled my sweater down, saying, 'Well you can see that there is some evidence! Fortunately, it will go away.'

"'Good heavens, Sandy, you'll have to hide that from your husband! I am sorry I marked them up, but thanks for showing me - and you really do have lovely tits!'

"'That may be, but they're staying under my sweater from now on! And what we did last Saturday is not going to happen again! This is hard to admit, but I don't regret it. But it was a one-time thing where passions overcame us. I'm a very happily married woman and I'm going to stay that way!

"That was the end of it. We exchanged the normal 'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year' wishes and I got in the car and came home."

I just sat there, shocked, with my mouth literally hanging open. In some ways this was more astonishing than her being fucked. That was a seduction and passion, no real decision making. This was a conscious decision to show herself off, totally out of character for the woman I had known for so long. "I don't believe it! My shy wife deliberately showing her breasts to another man! What on earth caused you to do it and how did you have the nerve?"

"I honestly can't answer that. His apology had helped, of course, but I think that it was having my panties in my hand, the panties he had taken off of me. When he gave them to me I felt a real rush, almost as if it were a sexual act - I can't explain that but it was there. Then when he said that about having no problem with hiding it from my husband because there were no signs, I just felt this compulsion to show him! I didn't think, I just acted. I know that you were kidding this morning when you said that I should show them, but I think that made it easier somehow. In any case, he did apologize, the trauma I feared didn't occur, we're back to a normal friendship and I've made it clear that this was a one-time thing. Very satisfying outcome!

"One more thing. I don't really understand it, but I really liked him having my panties and giving them back to me like that. That was very personal and...well...exciting is the wrong word but it's close. I'm really glad that I showed him my tits. Somehow it just seemed right to share that with him. Still, the thing that I really can't understand is that I'm not as uptight about all of this as I was. Maybe it's closure or something, but I just don't feel as guilty as I did. All the things that bothered and worried me seem to be gone. I've been seen naked, I've been screwed by another man - adultery - and I just don't feel guilty! Heaven knows, I wouldn't feel this way without your support and approval, but I feel good! It seems that my sense of morality is quite flexible."

"Well, I still have a hard time picturing you showing your boobs like that, but I'm proud of you for having the nerve to do what you wanted. Gods, you certainly have changed over one weekend."

"I know. Saturday afternoon I was moral and upstanding, the image of a pure and modest wife. Now I'm depraved and debauched and I have no regrets!"

That statement pretty much summed up the situation and illustrated what I said about her being changed, psychologically a different woman. Oh, in almost ways she acted much as she always had, but she was much freer, more self-confident, than before. I guess that in some ways she had grown, although many people would have said "degenerated." Regardless, she no longer was apologetic about her actions that night and actually permitting herself to be sexually aroused thinking and fantasizing about it. Of course, her freedom came, in part, from my acceptance and arousal and my refusal to, in any way, to condemn her or her actions.

For the next few weeks this continued to be a subject of conversation and fantasizing when we engaged in sex - which was much more numerous than usual - but was not the central part of our existence. There was Christmas with all the shopping, wrapping, visiting friends, and a brief trip to visit Sandy's parents. All this was followed by New Year's and its parties. All-in-all, enough activity to put Sandy's extra-marital experience on the back burner - but certainly not forgotten.

After New Year's Day, however, we could relax and, with the prospect of the new semester ready to commence, questions about future relationships were bound to arise. A conversation about this was spurred on by a phone call Sandy got from Judy, announcing a "Welcome Back" party to be held the weekend before classes started. With the TA's back to get their schedules and class assignments, such a party was inevitable. We were lying in bed, quietly talking, when I casually commented that I'd bet that Frank was really looking forward to seeing her.

"Yeah, I imagine so. Actually, I'm looking forward to seeing him too. I don't think that I'll be embarrassed at all this time. I guess it's natural to feel closer to someone when you've shared an experience like that." Then, laughing, almost giggling, she added, "I'll bet that when he sees me across the seminar table he'll picture my tits! That's a funny feeling. Oh my heavens, I wonder if he'll compare me to the girls he'll take out this spring? That thought is embarrassing and exciting!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted a refresher course in what yours look like - or feel like!"

"Now, Mack, you stop that! He's not going to see or feel anything! I made it quite clear that what we had done was one-time only and I certainly have no intention of showing him anything. We just got carried away and he knew that it was wrong and apologized. In any case, there's no reason to think he would even be interested. There are others who would be delighted to go with him. Actually, it's going to be fun listening to Ruth and Judy gossip about him this semester."

'Well, of course you're right. Here you have an older grad student living on a TA's salary - not exactly rolling in money and it takes money to take girls out. He has a close friend, a married woman that he seems to like, with whom he shares an intellectual interest, and, to be blunt, who has already put out for him. Why on earth would you think that he might be interested in repeating the very pleasurable event! Of course he wouldn't! Silly thought." I made that gently sarcastic comment and started to laugh until I saw her face. It was frozen in shock.

"Oh, my god, Mack! I hadn't even thought of that. Do you really think that he will try something?"

Unbelievably, she genuinely hadn't thought that far ahead or considered what Frank might do. Somehow, in her naiveté, she thought that the events and her statement in the parking lot ended the matter and that he would accept her denial of any future activities. Putting it the way I had, she suddenly realized that he had a real motivation to do more. Of course she was naïve, but, also, she was inexperienced and certainly had never considered herself someone to be...well, lusted over. Suddenly, she was presented with the question, why wouldn't he want more?

"Look, Honey, I think that it's likely that he would love to do it again. Why not? He obviously likes you even if you leave sex out of it. You're pretty with a nice figure - which he's seen! It seems, from what you said, that the two of you had excellent, very hot sex. You're married so there are no entanglements, like the woman in Maine, to think about. As they say, what's not to like!"

"Damn! I wasn't even thinking about any of that but you're right. I specifically told him that it was a one-time thing and that I love my husband, but I know that you are right. Damn it, what am I going to do?"

"Now, wait a minute, dear. This may be an overreaction. He may accept you at you word and just be a close friend. Or, I'm afraid more likely, he'll want to be a friend 'with privileges.' If that's the case you can just be brutally honest and explicitly reject his advances. Or, maybe imply that you'd like to do something but you just can't - morals, religion, your husband, whatever. Or, you can just ride with someone else every time and eventually he'll get the message. Or, of course, you could ride with him and get fucked again!"

"Very funny! Do you have a choice from that list? Should I strip naked in the car and get knocked up?"

"Of course not. You'll wear your diaphragm next time!"

Sandy hurled a number of profane comments my way and flounced out of the room, leaving me laughing behind. Of course, she had reasons to worry. It's hard to believe that any woman in the modern would not have considered the problem and decided, long ago, what her solution would be. I'm sure that most women would have been prepared to fend off a lustful male in the same circumstances, rejecting them explicitly - delicately or cruelly - and end the matter. Sandy had to do some serious thinking.

As D-day approached, she became quite reserved and, seemingly conflicted. She asked me several time about what she should do and I simply replied, "Whatever you want." I was surprised by her uncertainty for I thought that it was just a question as to how to let him down gently when she said no, but I began to wonder. I never tried to pin her down, letting nature take its course. At the end, the day before the party, we were talking about who was going to be there and she, seemingly casual, commented on several people who could drive her home.

Anyway, the day came and, as before, I watched her dress. This time she wore a regular wool knee-length skirt and a heavy knit wool sweater - considerably more conservative than the last time. She wore her regular evening-wear hose and garter belt with lace panties. Ambiguous signs. We got our coats and we drove to Judy's and, as usual, I said "have a good time, I love you" and prepared to leave. At the last moment I couldn't help but ask, "Who's going to drive you home?"

"I don't know. It depends on how I feel."

"Do you have your diaphragm in?"

As she shut the door, she simply said, "Yes."



Sandy and Frank Ch. 03



I sat there in utter shock as I watched her go into the house. Obviously, I drove home but I have no recollection of doing so. One thing became excruciating obvious: it is one thing to be told that your wife has been screwed by someone else and another to suddenly realize that she is planning to do so. The first is over and done with, a fait accompli, and beyond your control, so you deal with it. You blow up or you just accept it - but it's happened. In the second case, however, nothing has happened - yet! What do you do? Try and stop it? I could wait an hour or so and stop by the party, stay awhile and bring Sandy home. I'd done that before so it wouldn't surprise anyone except, of course, Sandy. How would she react, what would she think of me? Would that seem too possessive? After all my talk of not being jealous would that make me look silly and weak? Was I jealous?

Then, of course, did I want to stop it? I told her to have fun and enjoy herself. I had as much as told her that whatever she decided was ok with me. Maybe she just put her diaphragm in just to be on the safe side, not intending to do anything. 

These questions and probably a hundred more jostled each other in my mind as I robotically drove home. Suddenly presented with a reality I just hadn't believed would come to pass, I just didn't know how to react, what to do. However, as I pulled into the garage and got out, I was shocked to discover that my body has involuntarily reacted for me - my cock was as stiff as a board! My mind was in turmoil, deciding what to do, but my subconscious had answered! I still didn't know if I wanted Sandy to be fucked again, but there was no question that I found the possibility to be exciting!

I really was startled, and, I'll admit, a little embarrassed, to find myself reacting that way, because it seemed a bit perverted to be aroused by another man having my wife. However, it was not as if the same thing hadn't happened before and that Sandy and I had both found the aftermath to be tremendously exciting. Hearing her describe, in detail, the things they had done had been rousing as we had enjoyed it together and the subsequent conversing and fantasying had energized us in the weeks since. So, maybe I was just rationalizing to get to where I wanted to be, but I finally admitted to myself that I was actually hoping that something would happen!

However, now that I had decided that I wanted Frank to bring Sandy back home, I was sure that it wouldn't happen. Maybe someone else will be the driver, maybe Frank wasn't even at the party, maybe he was a gentleman and had accepted Sandy's "never again" assertion, maybe...anything! As I sat there pretending to read, I was tense, looking at the clock with its hands that hardly seemed to move. Finally, about 12:30 I quit pretending to read and moved into the darkened study and began an interminable period of waiting for a car to turn into the drive.

The drive was curved so you couldn't see the road from the house except through the trees - large white pine trees that hid the house from passing traffic. The drive ended at the garage door and had a turn-around area for backing out. Right over the garage was the study-library-office, a large room that, as I said before, we had converted from a bedroom. A perfect vantage point for a depraved husband to wait for someone to bring his wife home.

It was weird, sitting there in the dark waiting for a car to turn into the drive. Occasional cars came down the road and I jumped each time, wondering if this was the one I was waiting for. I have never been in a situation remotely like that. I know that I wasn't thinking clearly - I was nervous, anxious, jumpy and conflicted. I knew if a car pulled in and Sandy got out after a moment or two of goodbyes I would be relieved, but disappointed and dissatisfied. On the other hand, if she stayed in the car and, certainly, was engaged in sex, I would be wildly aroused, but all the inchoate negative thoughts that were just below the surface would arise and assail me. I feared that I would gain and lose something either way.

Finally, after an excruciating 45 minutes and several false alarms, a car turned in and slowly came up the driveway. It stopped directly below me and set there, lights on for almost five minutes. I couldn't see into the car at all because of the glare from the headlights, but it seemed obvious that Sandy had received a ride home and was having a conversation with her driver friend, whoever it was. I almost left my observation post and headed for bed, but inertia held me in place a bit longer. Suddenly, to my real surprise by then, the car lights went out! 

It took me a moment or so to realize what had happened and a bit longer for my eyes to adjust to the end of the headlight glare. When I finally focused on the windshield below me, I could see surprisingly well because of the security light overhead. It was quite bright, certainly sufficient to see the two people in the car. The angle was such that I couldn't see heads, but, from the neck down to the edge of the seat the car interior was fairly bright. What I saw immediately, was that Sandy was right in the middle and, from her position, I thought that she probably was being kissed. It certainly was clear that whatever reservation she had about being intimate with Frank again had been eliminated. Suddenly, she broke away and removed her coat and sat there in her sweater and skirt.

Driven by an intense curiosity, or prurient interest, I bolted from the study and hurtled downstairs to the kitchen where I grabbed a small pair of binoculars that we used for bird watching on our feeder. Hurrying back upstairs, I frantically focused on the action below. In the short time I was gone, they had changed position and Sandy was turned so that she was facing Frank - I couldn't see their heads, but the position was obvious. The binoculars brought the scene so close that I could see the heavy, twisted weave in Sandy's sweater as well as a man's hand around her back, holding her. I had a very weird feeling as I saw, for the first time with my own eyes, her in an intimate position with another man. Yes, I had heard and reacted to the detailed description of her adulterous relationship with Frank, but that was a story, this was reality!

It seemed that the kissing was prolonged, never going to end, but it probably was my own distorted sense of time - like in a movie wishing that they would "cut to the chase." At length, I saw that his hand which had been moving up and down her back had slipped under her sweater onto her skin. After a short time, she turned and sat up and reached for the bottom of her sweater and just pulled it up over her head and off and lay back across him with her tits completely exposed. They were not uncovered for long, however, as a hand began fondling and squeezing them.

I had the strangest reaction. Since then, I've read a number of stories of "wife watchers," and almost all of them were wildly excited. They usually describe seeing their wives engaged in sex with another man as causing them to have rigid cocks which would cum, almost involuntarily. I had none of that. For me, it was much like watching a porn film, arousing but, not explosively so. Oh, I knew that it was Sandy having her tits felt, but, somehow, I felt divorced from the action, an observer but not personally involved. I suspect that if I had masturbated as I watched I might have reacted more vigorously, but I was too fascinated by the show to do so. I was too busy watching, too busy recording everything in my mind. 

In any case, it wasn't long before Frank's hand left her tit and moved down to the hem of her skirt and attempted to go up under it. The skirt was already up to her hose tops, but, evidently, was too tight to work up further. Then, clearly showing that she was an active participant, not an innocent seductee, if there is such a word, Sandy sat up, reached behind her, unfastened and unzipped her skirt. Then she simply raised her bottom up, pulled the skirt off and draped it over the seat back. Then she just lay back against Frank with her feet up on the seat, naked except for her panties, garter belt and hose!

Immediately his hands were all over and under her panties while evidently continuing the kissing. All of this time I, of course, couldn't see their faces which might explain, in part, why I wasn't as personally involved as I might have expected. That suddenly changed.

Just as he had done the first time, Frank suddenly pulled away and opened the door and, letting Sandy lie flat on the seat, got out. As he did so, the interior lights came on and I saw my wife completely illuminated for a few seconds before the door shut. It was a fascinating, if brief, view of her almost naked body. Very shortly afterwards, the flash of light, longer this time, came again as he entered the car from the other side. The car was surprisingly roomy, but it was still somewhat awkward as he scrambled in and knelt in the foot. 

In that short-lived bright period, I looked at Sandy's face and saw someone eager, almost lustful, as she welcomed what was coming. As she confirmed later, Frank had said, as he had before, that he wanted to kiss her - meaning her cunt, of course. Last time she had protested, worrying that "he would make her," which, of course, he had. This time there was no protest, no fear of being made, just the anticipation of adulterous intercourse.

Frank reached up and, with Sandy helping by raising her hips, pulled her panties down her thighs and off. I had a completely clear view of her entire body from her cunt hair to her tits as she lay there waiting. The wait wasn't long as Frank quickly pushed her legs upward toward her tits and leaned in to lick her cunt. Sandy cooperated by spreading her legs to give him room and greeting the licking by undulating and surging upward toward him. This went on for what must have been five minutes while Sandy looked as if she might well have climaxed.

Finally, Frank pulled away, lowered his pants and shorts and got on the seat between Sandy's legs. This time there was no surreptitious preparing to enter her. He simply took her legs into the air, almost back to her tits, and moved between them. From my vantage point, I could see his cock pointed toward her cunt as he started to come down on her. Without hesitation he leaned forward over her, his hands beside her shoulders as his pelvis came down on her upturned cunt and impaled her with a sudden surge. I couldn't see the penetration, of course, but there was no question that it had taken place. I had just seen my wife being taken - and welcoming it!

I sat there unmoving as I watched the time-honored process of a man having sexual intercourse with a woman - in other words, he was fucking her! I don't know if my mind was numb, frozen, anesthetized or just so caught up in the spectacle, but I had no conscious thoughts as Frank's body began to move in and out between her thighs, inserting and withdrawing his cock as he screwed her. Sandy's response was to meet his inward thrusts with an upward surge, dropping back as he withdrew. I could see her face a few times and there was no doubt that she was really lost in her in her own desire. She wasn't just lying there as her cunt was battered, not just a woman being used by a man.

Both were, obviously, climbing higher and higher toward climax. Frank's hips moved faster and faster as his cock hammered into Sandy's cunt, and she was matching his moves. I couldn't see real detail as I could have in a brighter light, but I could see everything I needed as, suddenly, Frank buried his cock as deep as it could go and fused his body with hers, undoubtedly flooding her receptive cunt with his cum. Underneath, Sandy was writhing against him, holding her hips upward in an ecstasy of orgasm. 

They held together that way for almost a minute as each attempted to milk all of the pleasure as possible from their coitus. Finally, Frank slumped down on her as her legs fell and spraddled out beside him. Then, seemingly reluctantly, he pushed himself up to his knees and pulled back. Then, for the first time, I could see my naked wife after her adulterous fucking. She was lying there, her right leg against the seat back while her left leg was flat on the seat, her crotch completely exposed in that wide open position. With the binoculars focused on that area, I could see that the lips were pulled back and open and, as I would confirm later, looked swollen and battered. She just lay there, graphically exposed, and made no effort to pull her legs together. I know that something was said for she smiled and laughed as she answered.

Frank rather awkwardly came down on her for a quick kiss and pulled back as he tried to get his shorts and pants on. Sandy finally pulled her legs together and moved over to give him room. I had wondered the last time how he had managed to get into her on the front seat and my question was made more relevant as I saw him dressing. The seat in that big old car was plenty wide enough when pushed back all the way. However, it certainly would have been more comfortable if it had been longer. However, with Sandy's legs raised high, he did have room to kneel on the seat and come down on her. Obviously, if he was uncomfortable or cramped, he would accept that discomfort for the chance to fuck Sandy!

Of course, this still left Sandy naked. She took her tight skirt from where she had placed it and started, with some difficulty, to get her legs into it. Turning to Frank she said something and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Why not!" As she told me later, getting dressed in a car is not easy - even the wrap skirt from the last time had to be fastened on as she got out. In any case, putting the skirt down, she reached for her coat and wiggled into it. Then Frank opened the door and, carrying her skirt and sweater, nude under her coat, Sandy came in to greet her husband. A few kisses and a little fondling at the front door and she was home.

As she walked the short distance to the front door, I had the most peculiar reaction - I was embarrassed! I stood there, binoculars in my hand, staring downward, and I thought, "What the hell am I doing?" Somehow I had a flash picture of a dirty old man, drooling over the obscene spectacle of his wife being fucked before his eyes! Watching her lewd behavior while getting a licentious thrill out of her adulterous behavior! I was a voyeur, getting perverse arousal from peeking - even using binoculars! I have no idea as to why all of those negative feeling about my actions landed on me at once, but I actually dropped the binoculars and almost ran to our bedroom. I cringed at the thought of telling Sandy that I had spied on her, seen her engaged in extramarital sex. My mind was muddied; not thinking clearly as conflicting thoughts besieged me. The odd thing, as I thought about it later, was that I was engulfed in guilt because I watch my wife commit the sin of adultery. And I felt that I, rather than she, should apologize! Minds are funny things!

I would love to have a picture of the expressions on our faces as she entered the bedroom, still carrying her skirt and sweater over her arm. I know that I was still immersed in that feeling of guilt, thinking, "How will she react if she thinks I was spying on her? Will she think it odd that seeing her being screwed turned me on?" Actually, it was more a jumbled mishmash than such clearly expressed thoughts cluttered my mind and, I fear, some of that had to appear on my face.

For her part, she was smiling, but it was a sort of timorous smile, waiting for my reaction, hoping for approval but fearful that it was not forthcoming. Fortunately, for both of us, I believe, her first words were, "Did you see us come in? Is everything all right?"

That left me an immediate opening to expunge my guilt and I replied, "Yes. I was watching for you and it was an unbelievable performance!"

My reply was the reassurance she wanted and she threw her arms around me and declared, "You're wonderful! I love you!" Then, stepping back, she asked, "What do you think of this outfit to wear home from a party?"

It was delightful! I had, of course, seen her from the window, but the close-up was extraordinarily sexy. There she was, wearing a short, hip-length coat with her hose, supporters and her white thighs exposed below it. It was the type of outfit and pose that you would see in "Playboy" magazine type spread. Aside from my admiring expression, my appreciation and arousal was demonstrated by a very obvious erection. I said, "Wait a minute," and hurried back over to the office and returned with the camera. After several shots of her "travelling clothes," she provided the "piece de resistance" by opening the coat and holding it wide to reveal her virtually naked body.

I was recording that view for posterity (and our intent scrutiny later) when she suddenly gasped, "Oh, my god, look!" What she had seen, actually felt, was a stream of cum that was making its way down to her stocking tops from her cunt. With her diaphragm in, the semen was blocked from going deeply into her and was beginning to seep, actually pour, out!

I quickly took her coat, pulled the covers out of the way and had her lie back on the bed. She raised and spread her legs, revealing a thoroughly fucked cunt. The outer lips were pulled back and open, revealing the deep red insides. The hole, itself was visible, but it was mostly blocked by the white, mucus-like cum that Frank had shot into her. As she lay there, it began to flow downward out of her cunt, over the perineum, over her asshole and onto the bed. Snapping several pictures of her saturated cunt, I commented, "He must have put a quart up into you! He must have saved it up since the last time."

Her reaction was heartfelt. "Thank heavens I put my diaphragm in! My god, I would have been petrified for the rest of the month!"

"Yeah, it looks like that you'll be wearing it to your parties from now on. You certainly don't want to take any chances."

That was the last thing said for some time, for my own cock was too demanding and I couldn't wait any longer. Putting her legs over my shoulders, I came down on her and slid into her with one push. There always have been derogatory comments about "sloppy seconds" and I'm sure that that could be a real problem in many cases, but it certainly wasn't the case here. Obviously, I had screwed Sandy many, many times over the years, but I honestly don't believe that any was better than that one. The word that comes to mind is "silky" when I think about how her cunt felt as I went in and out. Certainly, she was well lubricated and, maybe, knowing what the lubrication was made it sexier. Whatever!

It was one of the most explosive sessions of sexual intercourse we had ever had for both of us. That was not so surprising for me, for I had had hours of stimulation, topped by having my just-fucked wife naked before me. It was more surprising for her because she had just finished that fucking in which she had participated with great enthusiasm. It was obvious that sharing her experience with me aroused her almost as much as the adulterous sex with Frank. Being screwed by me literally minutes after he had had her really turned her on. Certainly, there was a major change in her behavior as compared to the first time - no guilt, no real fear of my reaction and acceptance of her own desires. The transformation in her thoughts from just after New Year's to last night had been amazing and traumatizing for her, certainly not what I would have predicted.

She had gone from naive assumption that the episode with Frank was a one-time event to a sudden, shocking realization that he might not see it that way. She went from a question as to how she could make it clear that she wanted nothing more, to asking me what she should do. As I said before, I had been surprised by her uncertainty for I thought that it was just a question as to how, if the problem arose, to reject him with no hard feelings. What caused her complete turnaround?




Sandy and Frank Ch. 03



There was also the issue of my behavior. I had accepted her first adultery in the car but I was shocked by becoming unbelievably aroused by the second time. After hearing that she had worn her diaphragm, I had gone from numbness at what she might do to a perverse hope that Frank would fuck her again. Then, most disconcerting of all, I watched with absolute fascination as he did so. I had always found the idea that a man could become aroused by watching his wife with another man to be inconceivable, but, undeniably, I had been a "wife-watcher" that night. In addition, I was embarrassed that Sandy knew that I had watched and been excited. She obviously didn't mind: in fact, she was pleased since it showed that I didn't disapprove her actions. Still, it seemed perverted - probably because it was!

"What made you decide to have sex in the car again? First you were certain that you had made it clear to Frank that you had made a mistake and that it couldn't happen again. It was all over. After I pointed out that he might not gotten the message and you went to pieces, wondering how you could gently reject any pass that Frank made without hurting his feelings. Finally, you were ambivalent, asking me what you should do. Then you tell me that you have your diaphragm in - and the next time I see you are in Frank's car, being screwed. What happened to cause you to change your mind from doing nothing to doing everything again?"

"Oh, Mack, I really don't know. My mind was all over the place. I had been satisfied with having it end after that first time. Everything was settled so nicely. I had done something unbelievable and it had worked out so well. Then you brought reality in and everything went crazy. You know how mixed up I was. It was partly your fault - I asked you what I should do and you said 'whatever you want.' I was almost hoping that you would say that you would come and get me or tell me to ride home with someone else, but you said 'whatever you want,' and I didn't know what I wanted! But, I began thinking of the thrill I had had on the seat of that old Roadmaster and the total lack of regret I had once I was sure that you understood and accepted what I had done. I remembered the pleasure we both seemed to get out of it and I asked myself, 'Why not?" But then I answered myself, 'It's adultery!'

"When I was getting ready in the bathroom after taking a shower I was almost finished and was faced with the question of putting my diaphragm in or not and it was yes or no - and it was yes! I told myself that I was just taking precautions, but I knew that I was lying to myself. I wouldn't let myself think about what I preparing for. If I consciously had thought that I was putting my diaphragm in so that another man could safely fuck me after the party, I probably would have taken it back out and made sure that nothing happened."

"So, when we left here to take you to the party, you knew that Frank likely was going to fuck you."

"Yes, if he tried." Laughing ruefully, "Wouldn't it have been a letdown if he had accepted my statement that it had been a one-time thing and not to be repeated? I would really have felt foolish sitting there with my needless protection in place! The truth is, that is almost what happened. First, Frank wasn't there when I arrived and, second, I almost chickened out at the end. Let me start at the beginning.

"As I said, when I arrived, he wasn't there and Judy said that he had called and he was stuck at home and wasn't sure that he could come. You can imagine how I felt after all that worrying - I had finally worked my courage up to the point that I admitted to myself that I wanted something to happen and now nothing! I suddenly was face to face with the realization that, more than I had admitted to myself; I really wanted a repeat of that first time. Over an hour passed and, while I tried to put it behind me and enjoy myself with all my other friends, the whole party had fallen flat for me. It's really odd, for when I thought that I had pleasantly ended any sexual relationship with Frank, I was perfectly happy and really had no expectation or desire for more. I don't know when or why things changed, but they certainly had.

"In any case, to my delight (which I think I hid), he surprised us by arriving after all. He showed no more interest in me than anyone else - which avoided any eyebrows being raised but, at the same time, made me wonder if he actually had any more interest in me than anyone else! By the time the party had run down and people were preparing to leave, I was certain that all my buildup was for nothing. Then, to further depress me, three other people needed rides - and I ended up in the back seat while a girl he had gone out with sat beside him up front! Even worse, on the basis of where we live, I should have been delivered first. Talk about being depressed!

"Fortunately, things got better fast, because instead of taking the route that led directly to our house, he delivered her first and I got a strong impression that she was as disappointed as I had been. He delivered Claire and Tom next and I just naturally moved into the front seat beside him as we came here. We turned in and, of course, the house lights were off, clearing the way for action. Then, unbelievably, I suddenly got cold feet!

"We sat there with the lights on and the motor running and, I think, each of us was waiting from some sign from the other. Last time I had been in the middle after I unlocked his door, and I desperately wanted to move over this time, but it was like I was glued to where I was. We each made a few banal comments, but nothing that eased the deadlock. I just couldn't think of anything to say that would make it clear that I was available. That's a bad thing about being a woman - at least of our generation - she is conditioned to wait for the man to make a move and not initiate anything herself. I was horribly afraid that I would have to say good night and come inside in sheer frustration.

"Happily, Frank finally broke the ice by asking, "Did all the marks go away?"

"I made no effort to be coy and grasped his offering by answering, 'Yes, it took a long time before the last one disappeared, but I can undress safely in front of Mack now!' I turned to face him as I said it and, surprising myself, I added the last comment to make it more personal between us.

"I don't know if that encouraged him, but he immediately responded, 'You showed them to me after I marked them all up. They looked lovely than and I'll bet they're even lovelier when the skin is clear!'

"I tentatively reached for the bottom of my sweater, hesitated and responded, 'Oh, Frank, I can't just show them to you! I shouldn't have done that the other time, but I wanted to show you that there was evidence to hide."

"Ok, how about a kiss then?"

"That, of course, opened the flood gates and the kissing started and was the key to everything else. He turned off the lights and engine, reached for me and you saw the results. I was so afraid that nothing was going to happen because neither of us knew how to broach the question. I'm sure that any question that either of us had about the other's desire was answered as clearly as it could be, and there will be no problem of ice-breaking in the future!"

I laughed, "So, in a little over a week you've gone from 'It's one time only' to 'We both are ready for more!' It sounds like a full-fledged affair you have planned!"

"My god, you're right, I do sound like that! I don't know if the word 'affair' is appropriate, but unless you object, I'm sure that I'll be on my back on that car seat being fucked frequently this school year. Actually, that is the real question now. I honestly thought, as you know, that I had no interest in more sex with Frank. The thought of it being adultery wasn't a problem. I just didn't feel any need or desire and, after I calmed down, I saw it as a pleasant experience which I didn't have any reason to repeat. Man, was I wrong! Now, it really is up to you. Having your wife screwed by another man as a one-time experience - now two-time - is one thing, having her involved in a more extensive sexual relationship is very different. You're going to have to decide what you're comfortable with and, believe me, this will end if you have any, I mean any, qualms!"

"Well, as you can tell from my hard cock, I'm more than just accepting your activities. So far, I've found, to my own surprise, that I find the entire experience amazingly exciting. Astounding, in fact. Certainly what you did tonight was more than just acceptable. Frankly - interesting word under the circumstances - I don't understand my reaction, but, as they say, 'it is what it is.'"

"I remember how fearful I was when I came in that first time and how relieved and thrilled I was to find that you were not furious or jealous and even made the whole experience better for me. Regardless of that, I will admit that I had real trepidations when I accepted the idea that I was deliberately planning to commit adultery again - and I actually thought of it like that. I almost told you before we left the house to make sure that you were ok with it, but I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. I think that I was in denial, refusing to actually admit what was in my mind. In any case, when you asked if I had my diaphragm in and I said yes, I think we both knew what was going to happen. How did you feel when I told you?"

"It's hard to describe. For some reason, despite your obvious ambivalence, I really was shocked. I honestly don't know what I expected - I just know that I was unprepared when you said yes your diaphragm was in. I was in a daze all the way home. I didn't know what, if anything, I wanted to do. I actually thought of casually dropping in at the party later on when it was probably ending and bringing you home. I didn't know what I wanted, what you were thinking - nothing. My mind was totally confused as what I wanted to have happen.

"However, while my mind didn't know what it wanted, my cock did! I got out of the car in a fog and realized that my cock was telling me what I wanted to have happen. It was as hard as it ever has been and I realized that I hoped that you would be fucked again! I didn't know why, or still don't know why. I don't believe I thought of anything all evening except what would happen - did you really plan to do anything or were you just playing it safe, would Frank bring you home, would anything happen if he did? About midnight I couldn't wait and I went over to the study to watch for you.

"When you finally turned in and parked with the motor running and the lights on, I was sure that nothing was going to happen. I didn't even know if it was Frank's car. Honestly, I was really disappointed and let down. I can't possibly describe my feeling when the lights went out and the motor turned off. It was a wild combination excitement, anticipation, and guilt at what I was hoping for and ashamed of what I was doing - watching my wife having sex with another man and enjoying it! The idea of standing there, spying on you, embarrassed me even while I couldn't look away. It was a very weird combination of conflicting emotions. 

"Regardless of all that, one thing is certain, seeing you undressing, lying there almost naked, and, then, seeing him on top of you, fucking you - well, there are no words to describe how exciting that was. But, as I said, it was a guilty excitement because of the perversity of what I was doing. I was really fearful of telling you that I had watched you for it just seemed wrong, somehow, and I was afraid that you would think that I was, well, I guess, perverted is the right word!" 

"Well, that thought never crossed my mind! Actually, I hoped and assumed that you would be watching. What else would you do? Lie quietly in the bedroom and read or sleep without wondering what I was doing? Come roaring out in a rage to drag me out of the car? I know you better than to think that you would be so incurious as to ignore what was likely to happen and your reaction last time told me that you didn't object to what I was doing, so I expected you to be watching for me. As we started, I actually thought, 'I hope Mack is watching!'"

The conversation went on from there, confirming that I didn't mind, even enjoyed, her adulterous behavior and that I, to my own great surprise, was one of those shameful characters known as "wife watchers." Why I got such a thrill out of seeing her engaged in sex with another man was something I never really understood, but it was an undeniable fact. We also confirmed the fact that Sandy felt no guilt as long as I approved and any moral qualms she might have had disappeared with the realization that no one else would be hurt by, or even know about, her affair. Maybe that was nothing but self-serving rationalization, but it suited us. So, we agreed that she would continue her amorous activities and that we both wanted me to participate in them by watching her perform. She even admitted that she would like to watch herself and Frank and suggested that I buy a digital video camera and we could watch together! I guess we both were perverted!

There was one additional thing that Sandy pointed out that I hadn't even noticed when she had come in - Frank, once again, had her panties. Unlike the first time when she had just forgotten them and left them in the car, this was deliberate. "When he pulled my panties off, he just dropped them beside me on the seat where they had become lodged under me. When I was getting out, carrying my skirt and sweater, I looked back and reached for them. Frank stopped me, saying, 'Let me keep those for awhile. I really liked having them in my room last time, like a souvenir, I guess.'

"I remembered how I enjoyed knowing he had them last time, particularly that intimate moment in the parking lot when he returned them. The idea that he would have my panties, looking at them, probably feeling them, excited and, I guess, touched me. Still, I teased him. 'You mean like a victory symbol, a trophy, proof of your success! You scored and won! Evidence that you've had me!' I said all of that with a smile, but his reply was at least semi-serious." 

"In a way, that's exactly what I want. I woke up after the last time and thought that I must have been dreaming, but I found your panties in the car, proving that it had actually happened. Tomorrow, I'll probably feel the same way and," he laughed, "I'll have my trophy!"

"All right, but you had better keep them hidden - particularly if any of the girls are in your room!"

"Don't worry; this will be a very private trophy, proving, to myself, that 'veni, vidi, vici!'"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 04



After that second episode, there was nothing of the apologetic, "we shouldn't have done what we did" pas de deux of the first time between Sandy and Frank. Sandy had let Frank keep his symbol of success, her panties, and that brief give-and-take clearly proved that she was ok with their extramarital activities and a strong implication that she welcomed more. While they acted completely normal after school started when others were around, there were a few quiet, discreet and brief conversations in which each continued to express their pleasure in that night's activities. More important, there was one time when the relationship between them was made quite clear. I think they both wanted to talk about it - I knew Sandy did - and the chance to do so came up less than a week later. 

They had a mid-afternoon seminar together and were headed for their cars when it finished. The lot was full, but no one was around and Frank said, "If you're not in a hurry, why don't we get in my car so we can talk for a few minutes?"

Sandy looked around and saw that they were alone. "Ok, not for long, though. I don't want anyone to see us together like that and get the wrong impression." Then she laughed, "Or actually, the right one!"

Her granting of his trophy as well as those brief, private conversations they had had during the week had removed any questions about Frank's attraction to her and her availability - if there had been any by then. Consequently, sitting in the car and after looking around to confirm that they were alone, he pulled her over and kissed her while running his hand over her tits. "I like these better without a bra. Did I leave any marks on these last Saturday?"

"Well, I'm not covered like the other time, but there are a few."

"Let me see!"

"I don't know. If someone came along it would be bad."

"It's between classes and no one is in sight. You could cover up if necessary."

Finally, after looking around carefully, Sandy replied, "Ok, but it has to be fast." She opened her coat and quickly realized that there was a problem. "Damn, this blouse opens in the back and I can't get to the buttons - and if I did, I couldn't get it fastened in time if someone did come." She thought for a moment and, leaning forward, took her arms out of her coat. Turning her back to Frank, she said, "Unbutton my blouse and unfasten my bra."

Needless to say, Frank was delighted to do so and very quickly, her blouse was open and the bra unfastened. Fearfully looking around for company, Sandy slipped the blouse and bra off completely, slipped her arms back into her coat and leaned back, bare breasted! "There, I can just close my coat if anyone comes."

As she said later, "That was one of the most exciting I had ever done - in some ways even more so than when I showed my tits to him that other time. Deliberately undressing in broad daylight and just leaning back and showing them - just inviting him to feel them. It was a thrill and he certainly accepted the invitation. It was really fun to point out the relatively few marks as he felt me."

"Darn, I didn't think that I had left any evidence this time! Your tits must be very delicate. Is this going to be any problem to you? I know that it had to be difficult last time."

"The last time was pretty bad - I had to hide them for over a week." Giggling, she added, "Actually, I'll admit that I have enjoyed looking at them in the mirror this week, particularly the one just under my left nipple. It's sexy!"

"Well, if you like it and it's sexy, I'll make it last longer!" With that, he bent down and sucked at the same place, deliberately darkening the mark that was already there. "That should last until the next party!" He proceeded to suck her nipples while lightly squeezing both tits."

Suddenly Sandy looked up and realized that people were pouring into the parking lot. "My god, look, it's class change time." She hurriedly pulled away and drew her coat over her exposed breasts. She quickly fastened it, grabbed her blouse and bra and stuffed them in her briefcase, saying, "I've got to go before anyone sees me. I'll see you tomorrow," as she got out and walked to her own car.

It's interesting that a month or so ago, Sandy would have sat in Frank's car for an hour talking, and if someone she knew came along, she would have called them over to join the conversation, never even considering the appearance of impropriety. Now she had something to hide and, in her mind, all eyes were on her. As Hamlet said, "conscience does make cowards of us all."

I was working at my desk in the study when she drove into the garage and I turned to her with a smile when she came into the room. She had a "cat who ate the canary" smile on her face as she grabbed the lapels of her coat, pulled it open, saying "TA DA!" 

"Well, it appears that someone lost her blouse and bra! And, it also appears that you ran into something that left a dark mark on your tit. I wonder how that happened. I hope that you weren't assaulted in the seminar." 

She proceeded to recount, in detail, her afternoon activities, a recounting of events that demonstrated that they had moved beyond their initial strangeness to a comfortable intimacy - a very pleasant relationship. It's one thing to be seduced, as in the first time, or to be carried away by the situation, as in the second time, but something else to sit in a car in broad daylight and calmly show her tits and let him mark them - and have him say that the mark should last until the next party! Clearly, they both were ready for more, but there were significant question to be answered. 

Sandy was a happily married woman and, while she certainly had enjoyed her adulterous interludes, she obviously did not want to get mixed up in any situation that, even remotely, could lead to a triangle problem. She frankly admitted that she would like to continue a purely sexual affair. The question, however, is how Frank saw the situation - was he satisfied with that or did he have romantic ambitions? Of urgent significance, could we be confident that the relationship would remain completely secret with no potential of scandal? A faculty wife having an affair with graduate student would lead to disastrous gossip at best. These things would have to be addressed. Frank and Sandy hadn't talked about anything up to that point, but the dangers were there.

For my part, I was now engaged in a very interesting hobby - watching my wife get screwed and sharing the experience with her. There were many other things going on in our lives, such as classes to teach, classes for her to take, research, meetings - all the minutia of everyday working and school lives. We also had social relationships and obligations, but I have to admit that much of our private conversations had to do with her relationship with Frank and how it could be safely conducted. Actually, the only thing that was not discussed was the issue of morality - it just didn't come up. Maybe that was a weakness on our part, but we saw no one being hurt, certainly not me, so we were concerned only by the practical problems and dangers. I guess it sounds... naive is the word that comes to mind, but it's not quite right. Maybe the right term is unsophisticated, with us seeing this very adult physical relationship almost like a game. 

Regardless of the terminology, our conversations were about what she should wear [loose and accessible led the consensus], what she should say [discretion, secrecy emphasized], how to perform for the camera [make sure that she was completely exposed, particularly after intercourse], etc. We both agreed that it was sexy for her to come into the house wearing only her coat. In addition, a reasonably discreet mark or two on her tits would be erotic. In other words, we tried to plan and micro-manage a scenario that didn't need managing, but we had a very good time doing so. Sometimes we acted like a pair of teen-agers, but it was fun!

However, amid all this fun-type thinking and planning, there was one very adult decision - Sandy had better go on the pill rather than relying on her diaphragm! We had used the diaphragm because it provided adequate protection when it was just the two of us - we were just postponing pregnancy until she finished her graduate work. If it didn't work and she got pregnant, we would not be overly concerned. However, if the "affair" continued, spontaneous unprotected sex with Frank or the failure of the diaphragm, might lead to catastrophe! 

So, we talked, we planned and we fantasized and we waited for the next experience. A few weeks later another of their parties was planned and we were more than ready - the first time it would be a mutually agreed upon activity. For my part, the only thing that I actually had done, aside from giving her my mortal support, was to buy the digital video camera that she had suggested. In addition, I replaced our 300-watt security light with a 500-watt one. So, we had light, camera and were ready for action! 

It was fascinating and very different watching Sandy getting dressed for the party. The first time she was just interested in having a nice outfit, very attractive, that she enjoyed wearing. We both thought that she looked pretty in it and she expected to have a good time and come home and tell me about everything that happened. Sex never entered either of our minds. Of course, as you know, she had a very good time and came home and did tell me everything about being seduced and fucked. The second time, her clothes were more mundane, certainly not provocative, but sex definitely was thought about by both of us - she having decided at the last minute to go prepared to be fucked, me wondering, from the time I delivered her to the party, if that would happen again. Which it did, of course.

Now, the third time, neither of us had any question and we both knew that she was putting clothes on with the full expectation that they would be removed from her body and that she would be virtually naked before she talked to me again. We both anticipated and wanted that to be the evening's program. Still, it was fun to tease her about her illicit intentions.

She came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but her garter belt, hose and panties. I remarked that, "It's too bad you can't go like that. You wouldn't have to undress in the car!

"Sure, that would be convenient, but I'm afraid somebody at Judy's might notice."

"That's probably true. Oh, well, Frank can watch you during the party and picture what you'll look like under your clothes."

"Quit talking. You're going to make me nervous! I've never done anything like this before and you're not helping!"

"You could stay home. Or, I could come later and bring you back. Or, of course, someone else could bring you home. No worries, no problems!"

"Now quit it! I'm going to the party, Frank is going to bring me home and fuck me in the car while you watch. I don't know which of us would be more disappointed if something goes wrong!

"Ok, honey, you're right, but you've been jumpy all day and you need to relax. You have no reason to be uptight. You talked to Frank at school today and you know that he is more than eager to be with you after the party and you've made it clear that you are available. If he gives rides to other people you definitely will be last to be delivered. You both want to have sex tonight and there is no one stopping you - especially me. You're even on the pill so you don't have that problem to worry about. You're a very pretty woman who has a date tonight with a man you like! So, calm down and enjoy yourself!"

"I'm trying, but the closer it gets to party time, the more I hear voices from the past defining right and wrong and, damn it, I'm a happily married woman ready to...well, as you said, go on a date with all expectations of having adulterous sexual intercourse with another man. I want to do it, I'm going to do it and, surprisingly, my husband wants me to do it! I not going to let that trace of guilt stop me, but it's still lurking there, waiting to be exorcised. Now, let me get my clothes on and maybe I'll settle down."

She looked very attractive, wearing an ankle-length wrap-around skirt in dark blue with large, modernistic flowers in a random pattern. Her blouse was in a silky material with a scoop neck, closed by three large matching buttons. It was coral color which coordinated with the colors of the flowers in the skirt. Around her neck she wore a costume jewelry necklace with dark blue, half-inch beads. Very chic. Most important, the skirt was held together at the waist in two places, one snap underneath and a hook on top - very easy to undo, exposing her lace bikini panties. The three buttons on the blouse were no real barrier to her braless tits. Our first rule - loose and accessible - was observed.

Finally, she stood in front of me and asked, "What do you think?"

Obviously, she wanted my approval and I could say, with complete honesty, "Honey, you look absolutely lovely! I'm almost jealous that you're going out like that without me. I'm sure that there will be several fellows who would battle for the privilege to drive you home if they thought that you were available!"

She reached down and kissed me, saying, "You're sweet! That's what I needed to hear!" She hesitated and continued, "Only one guy there knows that I'm available, but I wouldn't be if you didn't approve. And I'll end up in bed with you, not him!" She looked away and did something with her hair and, then looked back at me with a sort of bemused expression. "You know, I've figured out something. I'm still nervous, but it not a scared or concerned nervousness. I'm not really worried about morality or anything like that. I figured it out when you said that I'm going out on a date with Frank - that's exactly what's making me uptight! I haven't been out with another man on a date since high school! I've been atwitter all day. It's one thing to go to the party and having something unexpected, or even somewhat expected, happen, but it's another to think that you are dressing up for a man just to be with him - which is exactly what I've been doing!"

"Well, you agreed, in a way, to go out together after the party, so I think that counts as a date. I don't really see anything wrong with a 30+ year old married woman feeling some of those 'first date' jitters. A little nervous anticipation, something significant to look forward to - nothing wrong with that! Come on, now. Get your coat and let's take you to your assignation!"

"Oh, I love you! Let's go!"

We drove to her friend Judy's house and, as she got out, I said, "Have fun and don't forget to call."

"With a grin, she replied, "I'm sure I will! I'll remember." Then, after turning away, she looked back with another grin, "You have fun, too!?"

It was a completely different feel as I returned home. Last time I was numb, not even being aware of the road until I was suddenly at the garage. I had been stunned by Sandy having worn her diaphragm and what it meant. This time she had also put her diaphragm in because she wasn't sure that the pill was effective yet, but there was no question that she needed protection because she was going to be "made," as she called it the first time. However, unlike that traumatic waiting I went through, sitting in the study watching traffic going by, this time she was going to call from the bathroom before they left. So, I drove home, watched TV and waited comfortably rather than hovering, tensely in the study. However, despite my seeming sangfroid, I was more uptight than I let on to Sandy.

It was a unique situation, at least for me that first time, as I lay there waiting for the phone to ring. This time I knew what was going to happen, but that didn't make me any less tense. That was shown by my jumping a foot off the bed, figuratively, at least, when the ring unexpectedly came. My heart was beating rapidly as I picked the phone up, but, fortunately, my voice was under control when I answered.

"Hi, honey, we're leaving in a few minutes. I don't think that anyone else will be with us, so it shouldn't be long."

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, no problem and I'm hot already. See you soon! Love you!"

What a mundane conversation between a husband and wife. Who, intercepting it, would guess that the wife was giving the husband a "heads up" that she was sexually aroused and was ready to leave with her lover to have adulterous intercourse? In any case, sometime between fifteen and twenty minutes, the car turned to our driveway and parked in front of the garage.

As they approached, I turned on the security light and illuminated the whole area, particularly the car right beneath the study windows. (The light regularly operated automatically with both a motion and heat detector, but, if the engine cooled off before they were finished, it would go off. This way it would stay on until I switched it off.) I was astounded with the change from the 300 watt to the new 500 watt bulb! I thought that I had seen clearly the last time, but the difference was like the switch from regular to high definition television. 

I already had the camera running, and as the car stopped, I used the telephoto lens to fill the viewfinder with just the windshield - or what you could see through it, of course. Fortunately, unlike modern cars, the windshield was not tinted, so the glass was crystal clear. I knew that the camera would be able to record every detail of what was going to happen so I just left it and concentrated on using my eyes to enjoy the show.

Sandy's coat was open and I could see every detail of the flowers on her skirt. In addition, the overlap of the long wrap skirt was pulled apart enough that the dark bands of her stockings and her supporters were showing. Her right hand was resting on her knee as Frank pushed the seat back and, as he reached for her, it went up to rest on his shoulder as they began a long period of passionate kissing.

More significantly, her left hand had been on the seat between them and, as Frank pulled her over, it moved over onto his thigh and her engagement ring and wedding band suddenly were clearly visible. Even the gleaming facets on the diamond were discernible. I will admit that that sudden sight sent a funny, really unidentifiable, shock through me as the symbols of her marriage were so prominently displayed as she prepared to commit adultery. Later, when Sandy saw that of the recording it made her feel guilty while, at the same time, making the whole thing, somehow, more exciting.

The kissing went on for some time as they both were obviously into it. Sandy's hand behind Frank's shoulder kept moving about and her left hand continuously slid up and down his thigh - perilously close to his cock occasionally. His right hand was around her while the left hand was fondling and squeezing her breast through her blouse. Suddenly he pulled his head back and said something to which she obviously agreed. They released each other and Sandy sat up and removed her coat which Frank promptly tossed into the back seat. Without hesitation, she unfastened the three buttons of her blouse and shrugged it off of her shoulders and it joined her coat. Then, instead of just pulling her wrap skirt open, she undid the hook and unsnapped the snap and, without hesitation, raised up enough to let Frank pull it out from under her and sat back naked except for her panties, garter belt and hose.

They continued kissing and fondling for several more minutes until, once again, they separated and Frank opened the door, got out and came around to the passenger side. Without waiting to be prompted, Sandy turned sideways, put her legs up on the seat and lay flat. For the first time, her face was visible as her head went down. It was fascinating to see her expression as she looked up at Frank as he got in and knelt in the foot of the car-it was a smile that was welcoming, affectionate and lustful! She had "hot and ready" written on her face.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 04



Without preamble, Frank reached for the waistband of her panties, she raised her hips, he slid them down her legs and she was naked. She immediately, again without prompting, pulled her legs up and opened them, exposing her cunt to him. From my perspective, everything was crystal clear. He put his hands on the back of her thighs, pushing her knees almost to her tits, raising her crotch until it was almost horizontal, completely exposing every detail between her legs. Starting at the curly hair at the top, my eyes ran over the spread cunt lips back almost to the just-hidden asshole. Her cunt hadn't even been touched yet, but the lips were already pulled back in arousal and shining from her pre-intercourse arousal.

That view didn't last long because Frank quickly hid it with his head as he began licking and sucking. The impact was immediate as Sandy began flexing up and down, her legs quivering and jerking, as she reacted to his mouth and tongue. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as, obviously, waves of pleasure went through her. Her reactions became more intense as he worked on her.

Suddenly, he pulled back and, apparently, asked Sandy a question which she, obviously, answered reassuringly, for, instead of just pulling his pants and shorts down as he had done before, he actually took both off and was naked below the waist. Then, kneeling between her legs, he prepared to take her as she held her legs up and spread in invitation. I got a glimpse of his cock, and, as she had said before, it was of average size and, as would be expected, quite rigid. He came down on her and I saw her hand reach down to insert it into herself. I couldn't see the penetration, of course, but it obviously had occurred as they began a furious session of fucking. Both were more than ready when they started so there was no measured buildup - just a mutual mad rush to orgasm.

It's well known that most women cannot get an orgasm just from vaginal intercourse - they need more stimulation, more clitoral pressure than the in-and-out of fucking can supply. Fortunately, this was not a problem for Sandy normally, and, in this case, she certainly was already very well stimulated! She was bucking up against Frank, pushing her pelvis as hard as she could against him as he plunged into her. She actually went into climax just before he did and held herself firmly up against him as he came into her. It was an extremely intense and satisfying screwing!

I was absolutely enthralled as I watched the performance. My cock was hard the whole time, but I never thought of going off myself. I was engrossed in absorbing every detail of the scene before me, particularly the look on Sandy's face as Frank's cock thrust in and out of her cunt. She was totally lost in the sensations, in her mounting arousal! I knew that she was getting great pleasure as that arousal grew, but her face had an almost painful tenseness. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open most of the time as she gasped for breath. I couldn't see it, of course, but I was sure that her heart was beating double time. This was no tender, loving sexual intercourse - this was fucking!

They were both too worked up, too "hot" for this to last long and, as I said, it ended with her surging and holding upward as he ejaculated deep into her. They just collapsed, him slumping downward onto her, her legs flopping loosely beside him. As they recovered, he lightly kissed her and raised himself from between her legs. I couldn't see his face, but Sandy had a very relaxed, very satisfied smile on hers. Still kneeling between her wide-spread legs - as wide as they could be on a car seat, even one as expansive as that- he said something that obviously was complimentary for she sort of shyly looked away and I read her lips saying, "Thank you."

One thing was very clear after the sex was over - she was perfectly comfortable being nude with him, even to the point of lying there with her "just fucked" cunt open before him. There was no undue modesty, no covering up of what he had now seen several times. I had expected him to pull back and dress and for her to prepare to come inside, probably just putting her coat on. Instead, she sat up part way, said something I couldn't decipher, and he slid past her behind her to the driver's side. They were sitting there, his arm around her, talking earnestly about what I had no idea. It went on for some time and it was peculiar, seeing by naked wife being held by a half-naked man. I thought that it was over when she turned her face up to him to be kissed while he reached over to fondle her tit again. Then, I got a real surprise.

While they had been sitting side by side, her left hand had been resting on her thigh. As the kiss became more intense and he was squeezing her breast more forcefully, her hand actually moved over onto his leg and, then, unbelievably, onto his cock! It was probably half-hard, but it immediately returned to a full erection as she grasped it and began sliding her fingers up and down on it. It was startling seeing her doing something so totally unexpected, but the shock was compounded when he twisted toward her and I saw her rings on that hand. I don't know why, but seeing her wedding ring against his cock was disconcerting. I had no major negative feelings, but I wondered how Sandy would react when she saw the recording.

Even more shocking was what came next. Frank moved his right arm from around Sandy's shoulder and placed his hand at the nape of her neck and gently pushed down. There was nothing abrupt, no real force being applied, but her face slowly moved toward the cock she was holding. I couldn't see the actual contact as she turned her upper body to go down, but I knew, shortly, that Sandy had his cock in her mouth and was sucking it! She even moved her right hand over and played with his balls as she slid the cock in and out.

It went on for what seemed like a long time and I began to think that she was going to suck him off, but, suddenly, Frank pulled away, scrambled around to the seat and, as she raised and parted her legs, plunged into her cunt again. As would be expected after having Sandy sucking his cock, Frank didn't last too long in her this time. It looked almost as if he were trying to put both his cock and his balls inside her as he hammered between her legs

It took a while to recover this time, and, as Frank pulled away and knelt up, I could see Sandy say "My god, what time is it?" Then, looking at her watch, "Oh my heavens, it's almost 3:00 AM! I've got to get in - Mack may wake up and miss me!" Of course, I didn't really hear the exact words, but I saw her actions and I knew what she was saying. In any case, Frank scrambled to put his shorts and pants back on - which was not easy in the cramped quarters - and reached in back to get Sandy's coat. He also rescued her blouse and skirt and, naked under her coat, carrying her clothes and with a few kisses at the door, she came in to meet her voyeuristic husband.



Sandy and Frank Ch. 05



Sandy came into the room, completely naked other than her garter belt and hose. Perhaps I should have said "proudly" naked, because she was obviously pleased with herself. The first time she had been with Frank, she was embarrassed and fearful as she came in and announced, "Oh honey, I've just been made!" The second time, she had what I called a "timorous smile" as she asked; "Did you see us come in? Is everything all right?" This time, the third, her smile was broad, lighting up the room with her exhilaration as she knew her reception would be a happy one.

She, of course, got exactly the reception that she expected and wanted. Unlike what seems to be the common reaction of "wife watchers," I had not gone off while watching her in action. In fact, doing so had never occurred to me. As I said before, I undoubtedly could have masturbated to orgasm quite easily - as I could have to a porno film in which they had the same sex acts - but I was happy to watch and wait for more direct contact after they were finished. Now, however, as I saw her standing naked in front of me, I was ready for that contact.

She made quite a picture, standing there, a happy smile on her face, her nipples erect and sticking out on breasts which almost certainly would bear more "love marks" tomorrow morning. Down lower was the very feminine mound of curly pubic hair with the bottom point of its triangle pointing to the treasure located between her legs. At that point, however, was a clear indication of her less than moral activities - a thin stream of what could only be male cum leaking from that treasure, her cunt, and running down her leg onto her hose! That sign of her infidelity might be less than fastidious, but, under the circumstances, it just seemed right and was very sexy.

I got up and embraced her, saying, "That was quite a performance! You looked lovely and sexy!"

Oh, honey, I loved it! I must be completely degenerate for I did things I never would have dreamed of doing a few months ago - and I don't even feel guilty! I hope that the camera caught everything because I'll never remember exactly what or how things happened!" She kept talking, almost manic in her enthusiasm as different things flashed through her mind. "Gods, I didn't know what time it was until I looked at my watch. We were out there almost three hours from the time we left Judy's." She giggled and went on, "I scared poor Frank. I said that you might come looking for me since it was so late and - I shouldn't laugh - he almost fell over trying to get his pants on! I reassured him, saying that once you were asleep, nothing would wake you, but he was really concerned."

"I'm not surprised - the thought of being caught with you pants off in a car with a naked married woman that you had just fucked - that probably would worry most men! Hold still and let me get a picture of you. Ok, now, lie down and let me get a picture of your cunt," As she lay down and spread her legs, I involuntarily let out a gasp as I saw the condition of her cunt. "My god, wait until you see this! I don't think that I've ever used the word before, but it looked as if it had been ravaged. The lips were spread wide and looked to be swollen, The hole going up into her was open enough that she could have had a pelvic exam without a speculum - well, probably not, but close. In some ways more startling was the mass of cum partly clogging the entrance and the rivulet leaking out of her that had been running down her leg and now was leaving a wet spot on the bed. 

One person will look at a baby with strained peas or carrots over its face and be grossed out. Another, frequently a parent, will say, "Oh, isn't that cute!" That was the situation with Sandy's adulterous cunt. It was messy and, in the abstract, probably repellent - certainly it would be so to a fastidious person such as Sandy under normal circumstances. But, these were not normal circumstances, and in that context of her scandalous behavior in Frank's car, the messy condition of her cunt just seemed to be both natural and exciting, and it merely augmented the sexual arousal we both felt.

As I said before, I was ready for sex, myself, as she came in, and my cock was not in the least put off by the condition of her cunt. I put the camera down and mounted her, ignoring her over lubricated condition as I plunged into her. Maybe knowing that she was lubricated as a result of her adulterous coupling added to the excitement - it certainly didn't hurt - or maybe it was the culmination of several hours of watching an erotic sex show, but it was a very powerful fucking. Surprising in a way, Sandy reacted with equal fervor despite this being her third fucking in three hours!

We ran down pretty quickly after that. We talked for a while as we lay there recovering. But, finally, Sandy pulled away got up, saying, "I am really exhausted. I'm going to clean up - boy, do I need it! - and go to bed. I'm too tired to talk any more tonight. We can look at the recording and really talk tomorrow."

I woke up around 9:00 AM and saw Sandy still fast asleep, looking so innocent as she lay there. I got up, dressed and had some breakfast without a sound coming from the bedroom. Finally, I heard some stirring around a little after 11:00 followed by the appearance of by still lethargic wife. "Hi, beautiful! I see that you are all bright and shiny this morning after your energetic performance last night! Did you sleep well?"

"I didn't sleep at all - I was just unconscious. If I hadn't had to go to the bathroom, I'd probably still be out. What time did we go to bed?"

"It was a little after 4:00. You had almost seven hours sleep so you should be full of energy. Of course, you quite a busy night, so I guess I won't complain about you wasting most of the morning."

"Thanks a bunch! You're very generous." However, the mention of the previous night seemed to revitalize her as the memory worked its way through her still groggy mind. "Oh, my god, I hadn't even thought about that yet. I really was out of it!" Shortly afterwards, a broad smile broke over her face as she said, "I did have quite a night didn't I?" I could almost see the events spooling through her mind as if a tape recorder was running. "We have a lot of stuff to talk about and I want to see myself on camera! Look, let me go get cleaned up and dressed and we'll go get lunch at Friendly's - I'm hungry now that I'm awake. Then we can talk."

We had lunch while avoiding the subject that was in the front of our minds, but, as soon as we got home, we undressed, lay back on the bed after I connected the camera to the TV and prepared to watch our own X-rated movie." 

My first reaction was surprise at how much larger things were as compared to my view from overhead. The window opening is about ten feet above the ground and, probably, eight feet above the Roadmaster's car seat. I could see the whole car and the whole driveway, but I was focused on what I could see through the windshield which was, at most, two feet high and whatever the car was wide. On the other hand, the camera's telephoto lens filled the whole screen with just the windshield. It was almost as if I were sitting on the hood with my face against the glass. I thought that I could see detail before, but it was nothing compared to this.

Sandy was on edge, wondering what she looked like and how she would feel watching herself doing things that would have been inconceivable a few months ago. Still, she was eager and I heard her startled gasp as the car pulled in and, abruptly, the security light came on. "That's a really bright light!"

"Did it seem too bright while you were in the car?"

"No. Not as long as I was sitting up, but when I was on my back, looking up, it was glary but I don't really remember it - but it was no problem and we certainly could see each other. I guess a dark car probably would be more romantic and, I think, less...well, embarrassing when you were making out or when your clothes came off for the first time. Certainly, it was no problem last night. As the video played on, she began a running commentary about the action. Wow, look at that. We went right into it, didn't we? I didn't realize that we had done so much kissing. He's certainly working my tits over. My skirt is really pulled open. Before we left Judy's he kissed me and, while he did it, he slid his hand up my legs to my panties. He even said that he likes wrap skirts because they are very accessible and I replied that that was why I wore it!"

It was at this point that her hand moved onto Frank's leg and the light caused a reflection from her diamond that focused her attention on her wedding ring. "Oh, honey, that makes me feel funny." Her reaction caused me to pause the recording and she hesitated before she went on. "I don't know, but seeing my rings there...gods, I know that it makes no difference, but I guess it makes it more real. I'm a married woman...and it just hit me...I don't know...go on." I hit play and the recording started again and, fortunately that momentary feeling of guilt was swallowed up by the excitement that followed.

"Oh, this is when he asked me to open my blouse and, as I did it, I just said that I might as well take it off - which I did after removing my coat. Then, without saying anything, I just went ahead and unfastened my skirt. Gods, look at me! Naked except for my panties! I like it when he gets out to go around to the other side of the car. Did you notice how he makes sure not to drop me down? He makes sure that I'm down flat before he shuts the door. Oh my heavens, look at my face! I can't believe that expression - talk about being ready to be taken! I had no idea that I was that lost in it. That's embarrassing - it's pure lust!"

She stopped her train-of-thoughts commentary as Frank licked her cunt, and as I looked over at her, she would have been shocked to know that she had almost that same lustful look on her face again! "Oooh, that felt wonderful, was her only comment as he pulled back."

"What is he asking you here?"

She returned to reality as she laughed and answered, "He wanted to know if it was safe to take his pants off! I assured him that there was no danger and, obviously, he did. One thing is clear - that car is amazingly large, but undressing or dressing is awkward! You know, it probably didn't make any real difference in being fucked, but I did really like him being at least half naked against me. Obviously, it would be difficult for him to completely undress, but I'm sure that I would like to feel his skin against me the whole way." 

Her attention returned to the TV as Frank came down and penetrated her. She quit talking and, as the action mounted, I watched her face. Her eyes were glued to the scene and she was breathing through her mouth as she stared at herself being fucked. Her hand moved down to her crotch and her fingers began teasing her clit and, as the climax approached in the recording, her torso was flexing up and down, matching the motions on the screen. It was obvious that she was unaware of anything but the action before her and as her recorded orgasm occurred, she almost had the same thing in real life! 

"Oh my god! I don't believe it! I don't believe I did that! I almost went off watching myself being screwed!" Her face was red, partly from the energy she had expended but mostly from blushing. She hid her face, gasping out, "Damn, I'm embarrassed!" I paused the picture but didn't say anything - just waited for her to calm down. That didn't take long and she looked up at me with a shy smile. "I can't believe I looked like that! I never dreamed that seeing me doing something like that would affect me so strongly. Heaven knows, we've watched a few porn films where they fuck, but this was far beyond those!'

"Well, what did you expect?"

"I don't know. I just expected to see me doing things but, I guess, I didn't expect to see me reacting the way I did. My god, I was wild. I can't believe the way my face looked - I hardly recognize myself! Do I really look like that when we're screwing?"

"Yeah, you were really into it. In those porn films those women were acting - you weren't! Actually, when we're having sex, I rarely have my eyes open and looking at you, but, yes, you do look like that when you're really hot A few times you've gotten so carried away that you've broken my concentration and I've looked at you and you do have that expression on your face. Frankly, it's exciting to see you so lost in it."

"It's unreal! I hope that I don't think about it and get self-conscious. Man, he was really pounding into me - and I was matching him! I can hardly get over it - a very happily married woman on her back on a car seat being fucked like that by another man! There probably would be a lot more adulterous women out there if they knew that they could have that kind of sex. Particularly if their husbands were thoughtful enough to permit it! Ok, I've recovered. Start the show again."

I hit the "play" button and we picked up as they lay there, him still on and in her as they calmed down and got their breath. As Frank pulled back and knelt between her open legs, Sandy commented, "I can't believe that I would just lie there like that. Talk about being brazen. That's the first time that I've seen his cock. He's not hard there, of course, but, as I said before, it's about the same size as yours - at least I don't feel any difference. Listen to me, comparing how different cocks feel in me! In any case, I'm not the least bit embarrassed at being naked in front of him."

"I can see that! Now, what happened here? I thought that you were finished and you would soon be coming in, but he came back up with you and sat behind you for a long conversation. What was that all about?"

"We talked about some of the things we were concerned about. I'll tell you all about that after we finish. Fast forward through the talking and then I'll go over all of it."

I hit "fast forward" and let the recording run on until a period of kissing started. He began to fondle her tit and, bit-by-bit, the kissing became more intense and the tit squeezing more forceful. As I had noticed in live action, her left hand had been resting on his thigh right next to his cock. Suddenly, as his arm around her back shifted, she was turned more directly toward him - and her hand moved directly onto his cock. Knowing her, I would have expected her to have drawn back immediately, startled, if nothing else. Instead, her fingers grasped it, causing it, of course, to go to full erection immediately. Then, far from pulling away, she began sliding her hand up and down the shaft while their kiss continued.

I had seen this live, of course, but the video, with the telephoto lens, brought the action much closer and clearer. I knew what was coming next, so I was ready when he shifted position, causing her hand to twist around on his cock, bringing her rings, especially her wedding ring, into view as she continued her stroking of his cock. I heard a gasp from Sandy beside me and I glanced over to see an expression on her face which I really could not decipher. She didn't say anything but her eyes were locked on that one little area for almost a minute as she watched her hand rubbing his cock.

Something even more shocking was coming, I knew, as I saw him slowly urging her head down - more inviting or asking than pressuring. It obviously her own choice when she opened her mouth and took his cock in and began sucking. Later, as I reported before, she even played with his balls as she moved her hand up and down on the shaft. Whatever the explanation of her totally unexpected cock sucking, there was absolutely no question that it was purely voluntary. 

I alternated between watching the video and watching Sandy, actually more interested in seeing her reaction than the sucking, itself. Really, there was little reaction to see. She sat as if turned to stone, her eyes glued to the action on the screen. Her mouth hung partly open but her face was completely expressionless. I knew that a million things must be clashing with each other in her mind - her wedding ring on Frank's cock and now sucking that same cock - but nothing got through to her face. I think that she would have stayed there and let him come in her mouth, but Frank obviously wanted her cunt instead.

She clearly was startled when he abruptly pulled away and, with difficulty, scrambled down to the other side of the car to fuck her again. Startled or not, she quickly raised and spread her legs as he moved between them, plunged into her and began a violent, almost frenzied, fucking. He most certainly was past the point of controlled intercourse as he really hammered her cunt before exploding inside of her for the second time that evening - no, early morning. 

We watched the end of the recording, including the amusingly comic efforts of Frank to get into his pants, and turned it off. Nothing was said for almost a minute as we collected our thoughts. Finally, I pulled her over to me and asked, "Well, you've seen the show. How do you feel about it all?"

"Overall, I loved it, but I'm still trying to absorb what I saw in the movie - I guess you would call it a movie. This whole week was great. That first time with Frank was totally unexpected and traumatic, but, after the shock passed, I was very glad that it had happened. The second time was nerve wracking, trying to decide what I should do. There was a lot of tension before, but I was thrilled when it all worked out. This time was much better because, for the entire week, I was excited in anticipation of what was going to happen. I was nervous, of course, as the time got closer, wanting to get going. At the party I was almost giddy as I looked forward to what was coming. This time there was no question as to what I wanted and what Frank wanted. There was no hint of guilt because we had talked and planned, leaving me no question that this was, in a way, to be a mutual experience.

"We got in the car and it was as if Frank and I were experienced lovers for he immediately pulled me over and kissed me while feeling my breasts and slid his hand right up to my panties - and I spread my legs to help him do it. There was none of the hesitancy, the wondering about how to break the ice that was a worry the last time. The whole thing was just comfortable and my anticipation of a wonderfully sinful, yet guilt free, sexual experience was under way. We drove home, the light came on and I knew that you were watching. Rather than being inhibited by knowing that my husband would see my adulterous behavior, it actually augmented by excitement.

"It's interesting, though, that I completely forgot about being watched - I was so engrossed in the sex that it didn't cross my mind until Frank and I were talking . After we finished talking, for some reason we both seemed to get really fired up again - as you saw. I never planned for what I did, it just happened, and, honestly, without the recording, much of it would have been a blur in my mind.

"I'll admit that I have mixed emotions about seeing the movie. Last night and this morning my memory of everything that happened last night was...well, not vague or fuzzy...I remembered what we did...but, somehow...I'm having a problem with words...it was more like a real-life fantasy. It wasn't a romance but it was romantic, if that makes any sense. Anyway, seeing the same events in that larger-than-life recording suddenly makes it real. I see that lustful expression on my face, for example.

"In any case, I certainly remembered how we started again after talking and Frank was really passionately kissing me and, I didn't know how, until I saw the picture, my hand moved onto his cock. I guess I was pretty passionate myself because, as you saw, I not only held it, I began moving up and down on it. I watched myself doing that and then, I was totally shocked when, suddenly, I saw my wedding ring! Gods, I knew that this whole sex experience was adulterous - and that didn't bother me - but somehow seeing my hand and wedding ring working on another man's cock stunned me. I guess all the guilt-inducing thoughts of infidelity, wedding vows, etc. flooded over me.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 05



"Now, I have to confess something and I hope it doesn't upset you, but as the shock faded, my guilt was replaced by excitement. It's hard to admit this to myself, much less to you, and I really don't understand it, but it really excited me to see me doing something so sinful!" She was lying against me as she talked, but raised up, with a concerned expression on her face, to see my reaction. Fortunately, I was able to reassure her.

"Don't worry, Honey. I saw that last night and I thought that it was sexy and I certainly never thought that it meant anything. What I was afraid of when I knew that you would see it was that you would feel so guilty that you would regret the whole experience. Symbols carry a lot of weight and I know that a wedding ring is important, but it still is just that, a symbol, not the thing itself. This has nothing to do with its meaning. You didn't put your ring there to make a point. In any case, doing something wicked can be fun if no one is hurt or bothered. Enjoy it!"

"Oooh, that's a relief! Ok, let me finish. I was, I'll admit, enjoying playing with his cock - I hadn't planned to do it, but it was in my hand and I was already pretty hot from kissing and having my tits being fondled. It was just part of what we were doing. The idea of sucking it never entered my mind until I felt his hand pushing my head down. He certainly wasn't forcing it down, but it was obvious what he wanted and I just made no resistance. I deliberately opened my mouth, took it in and began sucking. As the recording shows, I did it for some time and, I'll admit, from the way he was moving, that I thought that he was going to go off in my mouth. You know that I don't mind that with you and I was determined not to spoil it by pulling away. Happily, he wanted to fuck me again instead.

"I didn't have an orgasm that time - it was too fast - but it felt wonderful and I really loved the feeling of really being taken. I suppose that ardent feminists would criticize me, but I excited to have him lose himself and use me and my cunt like that. God knows, I wouldn't accept that regularly, but I got real pleasure and excitement from it last night!

"So, back to your original question. I loved the whole experience and I'll look forward to doing it again. I am ambivalent about seeing the recording because, somehow it's too real. At the same time, I enjoyed it, because it does show exactly what happened and, occasionally how things happened. But it does remove some of the fantasy-memory and the romance in the process. It's almost as if they were two separate experiences. I'm still embarrassed at the pure lust on my face - but, obviously, that's the way I was right then, totally lost in sex! Regardless, I'm sure that I'll look forward to the next party with the same anticipation."

"Well, you certainly had a wild and very sexy 'date,' you both obviously enjoyed it very much - I did too - so the only question is, what's next? I assume that was at least part of your conversation with Frank last night."

"Yeah. I hadn't really planned to say anything but, for some reason, it just felt right at the time. When he pulled back from me and we probably would have, as you said, dressed and come in, but I felt so comfortable with him right then that it seemed logical to discuss things when I felt that way. Anyway, I started by talking about being afraid that it would be a disaster for me if anyone found out about any of this. My reputation, my marriage, the scandal that would ruin things, etc. He immediately told me that he was really concerned about the same things. As he said, it wouldn't do his reputation any good either, but that he was really concerned about me. Obviously, that is what you would expect a man to say if he has an affair with a married woman, but he seemed to be very sincere and I believe him. He had already tried to think of a way, when driving several people home, that he could to let me off first, take the other people home and come back afterwards. Actually, since I'm not hiding any of this from you, I could just come in and wait for him to come back. In any case, he is very well aware of potential problems.

"I then went on about a far more delicate issue. I made it absolutely clear that I was very happily married and that, while I really liked him - as shown by sitting there naked with him after he had fucked me - anything he and I did could be nothing more than a very intimate friendship. I forced myself to come right out and say that I was worried that he might become too intimate with me and have romantic thoughts. That sounded so conceited, so egotistical - my amazing allure would cause him to fall for me - that I was embarrassed to say it, but, fortunately, he took it the right way. He said a few things about his relationship with the woman Maine and went on to say that he had no interest in any serious relationship like that. In fact, he said, from his point of view, a relationship with a happily married woman would be ideal. He insisted that that was not the reason he was attracted to me, but it couldn't have worked out better from that prospective. In fact, and this was embarrassing and a sort of comeuppance for fearing that I might cause problems for him, he was pleased and gratified that I wanted to avoid any entanglements which might become messy. 

"So, from both the need to be circumspect and the desire to avoid any emotional difficulties, we're in agreement. He did make me feel good when he said that he was attracted to me as soon as he met me and that he was shocked at himself when he got carried away that first time in the car. I replied that there was no way he was as shocked as I the way I responded! So, that was our conversation and I think the way is clear for a discreet, uncomplicated relationship - assuming, of course, you have no qualms about your wife putting out in that big old car!

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing that I should tell you! After all of this - the movie and the conversation - I can see from that thing sticking up there that you have some idea of having legitimate sexual intercourse with your loving wife. Unfortunately, after my poor cunt was penetrated and subjected to three brutal (but satisfying) pummeling's last night, it is extremely sore and a little swollen! It's just not used to that kind of treatment - at least not yet! However, Frank didn't wear my mouth out, so I can offer that as an alternative. And I'll even stay there the whole way!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 06



So, Sandy's first deliberate, pre-planned assignation was over and, in virtually every way, had worked out well. She had gone further than might have been expected and she was shocked to see herself reacting so strongly, but it had worked out. Their conversation had definitely cleared the air and any question about a desire to continue was answered positively. In general, their sexual activities would be limited to those after-party occasions although, as it turned out, there were other opportunities. Actually, their schedules precluded more frequent rendezvous. They were both graduate teaching assistants as mentioned before. That meant that they were graduate students with classes and seminars, all requiring extensive reading, writing of papers, library research, etc. Then, on top of that, they were TA's (teaching assistants) so that they had full responsibility for teaching elementary Spanish courses. There really was little free time for a more active affair! In other words, sex with Frank was really a peripheral part of Sandy's life – but a fun part.

So, they had their parties and the more significant activity afterwards, but occasionally there were other, usually unexpected, opportunities. For example, not long after the last episode, Sandy and Frank were both in a seminar that normally ended in mid-afternoon, after which both of them had classes to teach. This time, however, the professor ended the meeting early and the group quickly disbanded. As they were leaving the building, Frank, after looking around, casually, said, "We have an hour and there's no one around. We can go back to the office for an hour or we can get in the car for a little while."

Sandy looked around and confirmed that they were alone and replied, "Ok, but only for a little while. Remember that we both have classes." They hurried to the grad student parking area and quickly got into his car. Frank immediately began feeling Sandy's tits through her blouse, but she stopped him, saying, "Be careful! I have to teach class in an hour and I don't want to go in with a wrinkled blouse! She removed her coat, opened the blouse, and unfastened her bra. Once again it excited her to sit in the car with her tits out. Frank promptly began feeling them and kissing and sucking her nipples.

"Hey, my mark is almost gone! You need a new one."

"Be careful there, too! Don't mark them up too much – I'll have to keep my breasts completely hidden!" That wasn't true, of course, but she had to keep the illusion.

"Ok, only a couple. Can you take your pants down?"

"I shouldn't do that – I have pantyhose on and they're too hard to pull up." Unfortunately, not thinking it that they would be alone, she was wearing slacks. "If I had known that Professor LaSage was going to cut class short, I would have worn a skirt."

"All right, I'll just have to wait. Damn, I couldn't have gotten my cock into you, anyway, but I love being with you in the daylight like this! Feel hard my cock is." Obviously, their relationship was close enough now, after three occasions, that he could say something like that and that she would actually reach over and do as he said. "Wait, a second." With that, Frank pulled away, undid his pants, pushed his shorts down and drew his very erect cock out. "Look at that! See what you caused!" As he said that, he slid his right arm around her and hugged her to him.

As soon as his arm went around her, Sandy had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. "Oh, Frank, I can't do that! It's...It's...It's broad daylight! Anyway, I have to go in and get ready for my class and I....I...I just can't do it!" Frank didn't say anything, but his arm stayed behind her and began a very gentle downward push. She resisted that push, but not hard enough to dissuade him and, bit-by-bit, the cock got closer. She kept repeating, "I can't. Please, I just can't." Of course, the moment came when his cock touched her lips and, at that point, she gave up her futile resistance, opened her mouth and took the cock in.

As she said later, she could have stopped it. If she had made her "no" unequivocal or if she had pushed back strongly, he would not have forced the issue. "But, I knew that he really wanted it and it wasn't as if I had never done it before so, while I would rather not have done it in that situation, I knew from the beginning that I probably was going to suck his cock – and probably have it come in my mouth." Her head bobbed up and down as she slid her mouth down the shaft and lightly sucked as she pulled away, gently squeezing and fondling his balls as she did so. He had a hand on each side of her head as he began flexing up and down, matching her rhythm as she sucked. Finally, gripping her head, he began to control that rhythm as he really began fucking her mouth. She, fortunately, was able to keep it from going too deep, and, rather quickly, he ejaculated several copious streams of cum which she was able to swallow without choking.

She stayed there, his cock still in her mouth, until he was completely finished and his cock softened. She pulled away, sat up, wiped the corners of her mouth and looked at him shyly, not knowing how to react after performing that very intimate service. He had fucked her four times by then, but, in some ways, sucking his cock and swallowing his cum was even more intimate that the fucking. Fortunately, he almost instantly did the right thing, the best thing, by putting his arms around her and saying, "Sandy, dear, that was wonderful! I loved it! I've had that done by a couple of women before, but it never was that good. I loved it!" His hug felt good and his appreciation was genuine, but the most important word was "dear." That spontaneous word of affection made the whole thing more acceptable and less embarrassing.

That moment of, well, I guess, euphoria, vanished instantly as she looked up and said, "Oh my god, our classes are in ten minutes! Hurry!" She sat up in panic, reached back and fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse and grabbed for her coat. Frank had only to pull his shorts and pants up and use his zipper. Struggling into his jacket, he came around, helped Sandy out and the two of them headed for their classes. They barely had time to say goodbye – no kiss, of course, in public – and they headed for class.

As Sandy said later, "I didn't even have time to comb my hair or put on lipstick! More important, I still had the taste of his cum in my mouth the entire class period. Actually, I didn't really mind that, and, once I settled down, it actually was kind of exciting! Anyway, I think that I was coherent when I was lecturing, and, while the kids were using a workbook, I was able to run a comb through my hair in the back of the room. I know that it's silly, but, for the entire period, I had this feeling that everyone knew what I had been doing! Boy, I'm not getting into that situation again! I saw Frank in the office after the classes were over and walked to my car with him and, by then, I had calmed down and our mad scramble seemed funny, and we were laughing at ourselves. There were lots of people in the lot, so I just got in the car and was ready to pull out when Frank waved for me to stop. I did so and ran the window down and looked at him questioningly, and he leaned into the car near my ear and whispered, with a big conspiratorial grin, 'You're the best cock sucker I've ever had!' I'm sure my face turned beet red and I just shrieked, 'FRANK!' I drove away really embarrassed, but thrilled as I felt a sort of electric tingle go through me." 

"Well, your sucking was totally unexpected! I sort of assumed that you might be doing that after a party – particularly if your monthly problem was at the wrong time – but this is really amazing. How do you feel about it now?"

"The truth is, I am surprisingly, unbothered by it. It took a long time before I could get up the nerve to let you come in my mouth and swallow, but it turned out not to bother me at all. I was very calm and I knew exactly what was going to happen, so I wasn't surprised when he came – and, afterwards, I felt very good that I had done it for him. And...and I really liked it when he called me 'dear.' It made me think that he was happy that it was I who did it, not just anyone! Of course, he might have had that reaction toward any woman who had just sucked his cock!"

"Oh, I don't think that that is the case. It doesn't appear that he goes into these things lightly. From what you've said, he's been out with some of the other grad students, but seemingly he hasn't developed any romantic liaisons with any of them. It's pretty obvious that he is attracted to you and that, from your conversations, there is affection there. It's not just that you're a married woman who will put out for him. And, for you, if there were no affection there, pure sex wouldn't be enough for you to continue. However, you both have to be careful that "dears' and 'honeys' don't slip into your conversation when you're not alone! Regardless, after what happened today, I have a firm expectation that you will be doing a lot more sucking in the future!"

With a rueful look on her face, Sandy agreed. "I'm sure that's true. I guess that I've opened Pandora's Box – or Sandy's mouth – once it's opened you can't close it again!

That prediction turned out to be quite accurate and Sandy became very proficient at performing felatio – but she was far more conscious of when and where and, particularly, the time!

They had been somewhat careless that time, but, other than an unawareness of time in that one instance, they really were quite careful and discreet and avoided any unseemly togetherness. For example, they followed through with Frank's suggestion of delivering Sandy home before others and then come back to be with her. Actually, after the very next party, Frank drove five people home, letting Sandy off second and then delivering the other three after her. She said that it was weird getting out of the car, saying goodbye to the others and coming in to wait for him to come back. It certainly was a great deal more of a clandestine operation than just driving up with him. It made it really seem like a surreptitious or furtive affair.

That was also different for me. She came into the house after waving to her friends as they pulled away, and then came up the see me for a kiss and a mutually conspiratorial moment together. Then, she went back downstairs where she had planned to remove the tight jeans she had worn to the party. On the spur of the moment, however, when Frank returned, she went out wearing nothing but her shoes under her coat!

Both he and I were shocked when she got into the car, took off her coat and sat there completely naked! Her fist comment to him, which she repeated to me later was, "You won't get to keep my panties this time! They're safely in the house!" This comment was made because Frank had made a habit of confiscating her panties when she undressed in the car. As I reported earlier, when she hurried in at 3:00 AM, after their long bout of sex and conversation, she was carrying her blouse and skirt – and discovered later that he once again had her panties. When she asked for them, he simply replied, "I've got a special drawer that I'm using just for your panties and I hope to fill it up to the top!" By the time the school year was over, he was well on the way to doing so. He even was able to add to his collection when he managed to get them off of her in the parking lot and at least one time in the TA's office. She made continual pro forma protests, but admitted to me that the idea excited her. She actually bought extra panties, pretty ones, to wear when she expected to lose them. It was a fun thing that they both enjoyed – teasing and kidding around made it something more than an occasional sexual tryst in his old car.

That it had become an actual affair was made clear the first time I met Frank. It was a Saturday night when there was no party, and Sandy and I decided to eat out followed by seeing a movie at a large complex. We were buying the tickets when Sandy touched my arm and quietly said, "Frank is over there by the refreshment stand." I casually glanced over and saw this ordinary looking man that I actually recognized from seeing him in the car. We both looked away and headed into the theatre when suddenly, a female voice called, "Sandy." Caught, we, reluctantly turned around and saw a young woman coming toward us with a big smile on her face – followed by Frank whose smile was strained, to say the least. Forced to do so, Sandy said, "Honey, these are two of our TA's that I don't think you've met. This is Sarah Jenkins and this is Frank Jackson. Sarah and Frank, this is my husband, Mack."

I surprised myself with my composure at this unexpected meeting, acknowledging Sarah with a friendly smile and "Pleased to meet you," and a firm handshake with Frank combined with, "Sandy's talked about you. I gather that you two share the same specialty, the Spanish Golden Age."

As might be expected, Frank was not quite as calm as I at this unanticipated meeting, his smile, as I said, was forced as he replied, "Yes, we've had several courses together. We've become quite good friends." However, considering that he was meeting the man whose wife he had fucked on a number of occasions, I guess he did well. Naturally, the four of us had to sit together, the two women in the middle, fortunately. Afterwards, at Sarah's suggestion, we stopped to have a snack together. It was awkward, but by the time we separated, Frank was more at ease and our conversation became quite natural. The surprising thing was that I detected an unexplained tenseness in Sandy throughout the evening. 

As we drove home, she was uncustomarily quiet, hardly talking at all. In fact, most of the time she seemed deep in thought and when I mentioned a few things about the movie, she hardly responded. The obvious topic of conversation was Frank, of course, but she didn't broach the subject so I left it alone until we were in the bedroom changing clothes. I could see that something was bothering her, but I had no idea what. When she came out of the bathroom wearing her nightgown, I decided that it was time to stop avoiding the issue, whatever it was, and I casually commented that, "Frank seems quite nice in person. It was sort of weird, talking to him. He certainly was nervous at first, which figures, I guess, but he seemed to get over that pretty quickly. That was different though and I wonder what went through his mind when Sarah called over to us in the lobby. She seemed nice too. I don't believe that you've ever mentioned her."

"Yes, he is very nice. I didn't expect for you to meet him like that. It really was awkward. I knew that the two of you would meet sometime, but I expected to have figured out how to introduce you. Obviously, he was not prepared to meet you either so I'm sure that he was shocked, seeing us together. No, I've never mentioned her. She's new to the department – came in at the start of the second semester. I didn't expect to see her going out with him. She's just started her master's program, so she's pretty young. She's nice enough and is quite friendly, as you saw, but I was surprised to see her out with Frank."

She went on like that for several minutes, talking about how Frank and I seemed to get along all right after the initial awkwardness, but always returning to her obvious questioning as to why Sarah and Frank were out together. I quickly got the idea that she basically liked Sarah but did not like Sarah-Frank! Finally, I made the observation the, "You know, the evening did not go the way we expected, but we have the inevitable meeting between Frank and me out of the way and, basically, it went well. I didn't burst out into a rage and say, 'You scoundrel, you've been fucking my wife! Pistols at twenty paces tomorrow morning at dawn!' He didn't cringe away in a sudden paroxysm of guilt and beg my forgiveness. In other words, we got on well considering what we each knew about the other. You should be quite pleased. Instead, you seem to be totally hung up on Sarah being out with Frank. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you were jealous!"

"You're out of your mind! Why on earth would I be jealous? I just can't understand why someone like Frank would be interested like that! But, if that's what he wants, it's not my concern." She huffed her way back into the bathroom, exuding distain as she slammed the door behind her. A good five minutes crept past before the door slowly opened and a very contrite Sandy came out. "My god, you're right! I am acting like I'm jealous! Damn it, I guess I am jealous and I know that it is utterly ridiculous. I certainly have no claim on him – and I don't want one! But I am jealous!"

"Look, up to now, Frank has been nothing more than what they now call 'a friend with privileges.' You and I have treated all of this like a game and we've had a lot of fun with it. You liked the freedom to have extramarital sex with him and I've enjoyed watching you and joining in your illicit sex vicariously. It's been a relatively innocent amusement for both of us, just dangerous enough to be exciting, but with no entanglements that might cause trouble.

"Unfortunately, there are entanglements and entanglements – they are not all the same! You've been having sex with Frank for months now, way back into last semester. If you had just driven home with him, stripped in the car, lay back and gotten fucked and come in sexually satisfied by having a different cock, there would be no problem knowing that that different cock might be going into another cunt. You wouldn't care as long as it satisfied you.

"Unfortunately, or not, that doesn't describe your relationship with Frank. It might have stayed that way, but it didn't. There is no way that he could bring you home, fuck you for your mutual sexual relief and say just goodnight. You're not cut out for that kind of casual sex. You've talked with him intimately. You've sat in a car with him and undressed for him. You've even sucked him. You've schemed with him in keeping your relationship secret. The point is, it is a relationship. You're involved with him on more than a purely sexual basis. He kids you about keeping you panties, a secret little game the two of you play. Every day each of you is aware of the other in a very different way from the others assistants in the same office. 

"Suddenly, tonight, the knowledge that he has a social, perhaps even sexual life, aside from you, is forced on you. Oh, I'm sure that you knew that in a nebulous way and accepted it intellectually, but seeing him tonight made it real. Subconsciously, he was yours and abruptly he was not. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised that he had something of the same reaction when he saw you with me. Obviously, he knew that you were married, but that's not the same thing as seeing you with your husband."

"I feel so foolish! I'm a 31 year-old married woman acting like a 16 year-old who saw her boyfriend talking to another girl! Damn, I hope none of this was obvious tonight. I would hate for him to see me as being so damn possessive! Now, how do you feel about all of this? As you said, this has been just a fun thing we've done. Even when you weren't there as in the parking lot at school, I couldn't wait to tell you what I had done. Suddenly, I have to admit that my relationship with Frank meant more than I thought. When I saw them together tonight my instant feeling was that my....whatever...was cheating on me. Damn, that's hard to admit. I don't know what he is....friend....lover.... 'amante'...I don't know."

"I don't know what the word would be – for a Spanish major, 'amante' is probably appropriate – but it really doesn't matter. However, it is obvious that the relationship is a bit past the purely 'fun' stage and that, I think, was inevitable if you continued it. It certainly is an 'affair,' perhaps not quite a 'love affair,' but those are only words. Love comes in all sizes – love for a child, love for a pet, love for your alma mater and, probably love for someone you care enough about to act as you do with Frank. Look, I don't feel threatened if you feel something more than 'friendship' with Frank. Why wouldn't you, for heaven's sake?"




Sandy and Frank Ch. 06



"Ok, all that makes sense and, I guess I feel a little less foolish. Anyway, I'm glad that you feel that way and don't think that I'm being....well, I guess, unfaithful for having to admit that my feelings for Frank are more than friendship. I honestly had never thought of it as being anything but fun, but entanglements sneak up on you. The stupid thing about all of this is that I really don't want anything but a warm, maybe even loving, relationship with him – certainly not one in which he wanted more than that and would be disappointed. I wonder how he feels about it – men take a much more of a purely physical view of such things and he may still see this as nothing more than a fun affair with a married woman – that he likes – who will 'put out' for him. It might be better that way. Anyway, I'm over my brooding, and I think that I will refer to him as 'mi amante' in the future. It's a nice term and, I think, pretty accurate."

That conversation was very valuable in that it put the whole affair in prospective and forced Sandy to accept that the whole thing was only a relatively small part of Frank's life as he was in hers. However, it was very interesting that the first time they were alone the following Monday, he made a point of saying that he had no real interest in Sarah, or any of the other woman right then. However, if he was seen with other women on occasions there would be no suspicions about his relationship with Sandy. Of course, there were no evident cause for such suspicions anyway, but people like Sandy and Frank become hyper sensitive when they feel that they have something to hide – which they did! Sandy liked his explanation!

So, with that small insertion of reality into Sandy's fun-serious affair, the pattern of parties every three or so weeks apart continued – with a few daytime tête-à-têtes in the car or office. After the party, the sexual activity was as hot as ever, both enjoying their illicit activities. I continued watching and recording the performance each time and Sandy and I got a lot of pleasure watching the video and talking about the show, especially any new variation that happened. There was one thing that we both enjoyed – although I don't know why, in the light of the far more explicit action – was her coming into the house naked under her coat. She liked coming upstairs and, throwing her coat open, to show her nude body. However, a new, even more attractive, variation of the theme came in the spring.

We had an unusually warm, even hot, April with the temperature hitting 80 degrees rather than the upper 60's. The result was the bringing out and wearing of summer clothes. That was the case at a Saturday night party on one of those days. Sandy wore a pair of tight-fitting designer jeans, open-toed sandals, and a silky blouse. It was fun watching her get into the jeans and I kidded her about how they would be a problem in the car afterwards because they were so tight. She simple replied, "They come off much easier than they go on, and I certainly won't be trying to get them back on in the car!"

So, carrying a light jacket in case it was chilly when they came out, she was off to the party – wearing her panties, her jeans and a blouse! A would be expected, when the car pulled in under the lights, those three things didn't stay on long. There was one funny thing, however. Removing the jeans in the car was more of a task than Sandy had expected – it's not something you practice! Finally, Frank got out, walked around to the other side and, with Sandy lying flat on the car seat, he grabbed the bottom of the pant legs and pulled them down and off. It should have been sexy, but it was too funny – a brightly lit car, the door open and the car interior lights on and a man pulling a woman's pants off! Hardly the scene you would expect in a furtive and clandestine affair preparing for adulterous intercourse with the husband presumably sleeping nearby. Sandy was giggling, but I think that Frank was anxious to be more concealed although he was laughing a bit too.

As would be expected, the laughter quickly gave way to passionate action and they had their normal vigorous sex and their post-sex kissing and fondling. Then, for the first time, Sandy just got out of the car completely naked! Frank confiscated her panties for his collection and she put her jeans, blouse and jacket over her arm and stood there under the 500-watt security light, wearing nothing but her sandals! She was in no hurry, didn't scuttle, crouched over, to the front door. She took a few steps out into the open, paused to look up at the stars and say, "What a beautiful night!" Then, unhurriedly, walked to the door, and stood there as Frank kissed and fondled her tits.

Actually, the front of the house is sheltered from the road and neighbors by trees, but it still felt very daring and sexy. She told Frank later that it really turned her on to be nude outside like that and he admitted that it had been very intimate to kiss her good night with her completely naked. Consequently, for the next party she wore a dress and it was unbelievably erotic watching her get out of the car wearing nothing but garter belt, hose and shoes. All three of us got a thrill out of that and of subsequent exterior nudity.

However, what was undoubtedly the most outrageous event during that school year was after the last party before the group split up for the summer. It was the first week in June and was quite warm and Sandy was wearing only her panties, Capri pants and a type of polo shirt – all easy to remove. She gave me the usual phone message that they were leaving, so I was in the study ready to record another X-rated show. When the car turned is and started up the long drive, I was prepared to turn on the security light at the proper time when it normally would have come on automatically. Suddenly, for no reason that I could see, the car stopped well short of that point and the lights went out.

It was a moon-lit night, so I could see the car clearly, but I could barely make out anyone inside. Nothing happened for four of five minutes until, finally, the driver's side door opened and Frank got out. He hurried around to the other side and opened the door. Of course, the car interior lights came on and I could see Sandy, completely naked! Frank got something out of the back and, instead of walking up the drive – and I had no idea why they had stopped where they had – they went onto the lawn. Right in the middle of the open area they stopped and I saw Frank waving something, and I suddenly realized what was happening – he was spreading a blanket on the grass!

The moonlight softly lit the area and, while I could see no detail, I could make out what was going on. I quickly got the camera, set it for nighttime recording and, using the telephoto lens, aimed it at them. I had no idea as to what it would record, but I put it on its stand and let it go. 

They were standing there, embracing and, presumably, kissing until Frank pulled back and proceeded to undress. While he did so, Sandy just dropped down onto the blanket and lay down. Shortly afterwards he joined her and the two of them were lying together intertwined so that I couldn't distinguish between them. In fact, I couldn't see much except their grey-white figures really merged into one. They were like that for what seemed a long time, and, then, a surprising thing happened. Instead of Frank moving down and using his fingers and tongue on Sandy, I could make out that she had moved down and was, undoubtedly, sucking his cock! That also seemed to go on for a long time – but it probably wasn't – until I could see that they had reversed positions. Her legs were in the air and I could see that he was crouching between them, unquestionably working on her cunt.

Of course, this was followed by him rising up and moving between her legs and the carnal action started. I could see the sort of rocking motion as he moved in and out, but, of course, I couldn't see any facial reactions or exactly how they were moving. Finally, the climax was reached as evidenced by his pulling away and lying beside her.

They lay like that for close to thirty minutes, until Sandy – I could tell that it was she – sat up again, moved down and, I assumed, took his cock into her mouth. She was there for some time, obviously getting his cock ready for another fucking. When he was ready, she pulled away, lay back and welcomed him into her cunt. This intercourse was considerably longer than the first one and, for a while, I could hardly see the motion between her legs. However, inevitably, that motion became more evident as their arousal grew. Again, I couldn't see the moment of release, but, as he slumped down on her, I knew that it was over.

They lay there for a few more minutes and then Frank got up and put on his clothes while Sandy just stayed on her back. Dressed, he put a hand down and helped her up and, then, picked up the blanket and headed back to the car. It was surprisingly erotic to see my naked wife walking across our lawn with another man who had just had her twice. It was largely the seeing of her walking shamelessly naked outside that was most arousing. In any case, they walked across the lawn back to the car, reached in and got Sandy's clothes and came up the drive as if they were having a casual stroll in the park. I quickly switched the security light to automatic and it came on when they were about thirty feet away. That sight was amazing. Usually, when Sandy got out of the car nude or close to it, the view was brief. This time it was brightly lit, full frontal nudity, coming right toward me, Sandy totally comfortable with her exposure. They stopped in front of the door, shared a few kisses while Frank's hands roamed all over her body, squeezing and fondling her "charms." Finally, Frank walked back to his car and backed out as Sandy came in to greet her eagerly awaiting husband.



Sandy and Frank Ch. 07



She walked into the room beaming. "Wasn't that wild? I can't believe it - walking around naked after being fucked right in the middle of the lawn! Could you see?"

"That certainly was wild, but it was too dark to see details, but I could tell what you were doing. What on earth caused that to happen? I couldn't understand what was going on when he stopped the car where he did."

"It was Frank's idea, as you would assume. Before we left Judy's, he asked me if I wanted to do something different. I had no idea what he was thinking of, but I said 'sure.' Like you, I was really puzzled when he stopped so far from the garage - I knew that you wouldn't be able to see us down there which was bad. However, I didn't ask any questions. He kissed me a few times and had me pull my shirt off and undo my pants. He kissed me and played with my tits, but, after a few minutes, he pulled away, got out, came around and opened my door. Instead of getting in, he told me to get out. As I turned to do so, he did what he did with my jeans that other time - just pulled them right off, taking my panties with them.

"So, there I was, wearing only my shoes, standing by the car, still wondering what he had in mind. Then, he opened the back door, reached in and picked up a blanket, and we walked across to the middle of the lawn. I realized what he planned and, honey, I was surprised and more excited than I can tell you. He spread the blanket and I just lay down on my back, completely naked in the open and, boy, was I ready! He undressed and came down beside me and I loved it. It was the first time that he had been completely naked with me, and that just added an additional thrill to an unbelievable situation. A warm, moon-lit night, lying naked with 'mi amante' on a blanket under the open sky - gods, I'm getting hot again just thinking about it.

"In any case, we lay there, tight against each other and - I'm shocked to admit it - I pulled away, raised up and put his cock in my mouth and sucked it! I can't believe that little conservative me could do something like that voluntarily - but I did. I probably would have kept doing that until he came in my mouth, but he obviously wanted to come in my cunt, instead. He pulled away and, knowing what he wanted, I lay back down and put my legs up. He moved in and licked my clit for a minute or two and, then, just moved up onto me and penetrated me. I think that I was coming almost before he was completely in and it just mounted after that. Both of us were moving violently almost immediately. I was humping up and down, writhing around, grinding against him as he plunged into me - of course, I really wasn't thinking, but I actually remember surging up against him in orgasm as he shot into me.

"We just stayed that way, him lying on me, as we recovered and got our breathing under control. Then, he rolled off of me - actually half-off of me for his one leg was across mine - and we lay there against each other. He put his arm around me and hugged me to his chest and, ooh, that felt good. I have no idea how long we were there..."

"Almost thirty minutes!"

"Wow, was it that long? Anyway, we talked about the summer and him being gone, saying how much we were going to miss each other. Of course there was kissing and fondling, but the kissing definitely was more...what should I call it...more tender, I guess, rather than passionate. We were really tight together - my tits were squeezed against him and I could feel his cock against my leg. It really wasn't hard, but he was rubbing it against me and I could feel it getting that way.

"Suddenly, without conscious thought, I pulled away, moved down and took it into my mouth - the second time tonight! It is a peculiar sensation, a pleasant one, to have a soft or partially aroused cock in your mouth and feel it grow and harden! I've had that with you, of course, and it is exciting and that definitely was true tonight. In addition, Frank's cock had been in me, fucking me, not long before and it tasted different. It wasn't a strong taste, but I knew that it came from a mixture of...well, fluids, I guess, from his cock and my cunt. I would have expected to be repulsed by knowing that, but it excited me instead. I stayed there until he was really hard and then he mounted me and took me again!

"You know, this screwing was different. Actually, I think that this should be described as sexual intercourse rather than fucking. Usually, we have just jumped into it, hot and ready, and he pounds into me and I surge up against him. You and I have had that, too, of course, but what we do is normally quieter, more affectionate than that - more you and me, not just a cock and a cunt. That second time tonight with Frank was, for the first time, more like making love. It's funny how the mind works, though. While we were having sex that time and I was really into it enjoying it, I was also aware that I was eager to tell you about it! I don't know how you can be seemingly lost in something, and, at the same time, in another part of your mind, have a completely different thought.

"In any case, when we finished and had recovered, we just went back to the car, me still completely naked, of course, got my clothes - oh damn it, he kept my panties again! Anyway, we walked up the driveway to the house. I was shocked and almost blinded when the light came on but, gods, was I suddenly aware of being naked! I got over that quickly, and I really felt sexy, particularly knowing that you undoubtedly were watching. That was fun! I think that I'm an exhibitionist! I think that I would really like to do that in daylight - not be fucked on the front lawn, just walk around outside naked!"

"Who knows, maybe you would like Frank to fuck you outside in daylight, too"

"I'll admit that I might like it, but I'd never have the nerve! In any case, that was a night to remember and I loved every minutes of it. It's hard to believe that six months ago I was shocked when Frank put his hand on my breast. Now, I've involved in what is definitely an affair. I still don't know that it's a 'love' affair - that would depend, as you said, on your definition of love, but there is real affection. Regardless, I feel no guilt and I'll look forward to school starting again this fall! Now, how do you feel about all of this?"

"No different than I did yesterday - or last December. You're having fun, I enjoy knowing that you are having fun and, even, I enjoy watching you having fun. I hope the camera caught you walking around naked, because it was really sexy - particularly when you were walking up the drive when the light came on. Am I worried or upset because you have developed a more-than-friendship relationship with Frank? Not only is the answer 'no,' as I told you before. I probably would be surprised, even disappointed, if you didn't have affection for him. If you didn't feel anything for him, could I picture you stripping, walking naked across the lawn, lying down and let him fuck you? Definitely not.

"Understand, like men having sex with women for whom they have no affection, there is no reason that a woman couldn't be only interested in the physical pleasure of having sex with an attractive man. Even when we were in college, hook-ups, in which both parties deliberately avoided any sentimental entanglements, were growing and they are now common. However, that is not you. Most people could sit beside someone in class and just nod 'hello,' and that would be it. You would initiate a conversation the first day and be fast friends by the end of the semester.

"There's no way of earth that you could have sex with a man...what?...six or eight times?... in a semester and not have a relationship. Am I worried that you'll get in too deep and fall in love with him? No! If our relationship were that fragile I would have a lot more to be concerned about than you having a very exhilarating and romantic assignation. If either of us becomes uncomfortable with your affair, I'm sure that we will handle it with no problem. Now, is your cunt too worn out exhausted that it can't handle another cock?"

"It probably will be swollen and sore tomorrow, but it certainly can handle another cock! And even if it has been too battered and bruised, I most definitely will insist that, after permitting illegal entry, it welcome in its proper master. However, first I need to clean up a bit - what's inside is ok, but stuff is running down my legs!" 

As it turned out, the camera recording showed the events far more clearly than my eyes had seen and, of course, it was fascinating to see, in more detail, the blanket party on the lawn. However, one of the most erotic aspects of the whole show was seeing Sandy walking nonchalantly up the drive, completely naked. Then when the security light flashed on, she flinched at the sudden glare, but continued onward with an equally bright smile on her face. She loved looking at the video of herself, marveling at her own aplomb. The entire experience was a wonderful end to an unbelievable semester. One thing that was funny and, I think, excited her, was going out the next day and locating the exact place where the blanket (and their bodies) had matted the grass down. We put a marker there and later that summer, we reenacted their nude sexual debauchery with great success!

As would be expected, we talked about her affair fairly often, but it did not dominate our lives by any means. In fact, it was only a small part of a very busy time for us, particularly for Sandy. She would finish her coursework the first semester of the new school year, and, most significantly, she had to prepare for the prelim exams which she would take after the first of next year.

For those not up on academia, the prelim, or "preliminary" exams, are really the final exams that a candidate for the PhD will have on his or her knowledge of their academic field. It involves, normally, three to five major examinations, four or so hours long each, in the different subdivisions of their major field. Usually there is another exam in an outside field in addition. If all of these are passed, there in an oral exam by faculty members who can ask whatever questions they want. If that is passed, the candidate, Sandy in this case, is eligible to begin their dissertation which is a major original research and writing project. There is then a final exam which is a defense of the dissertation before a faculty committee. If approved, the candidate earns a PhD and can be addressed as "Doctor." Obviously, this is a difficult and traumatic process and determines a candidate's whole career. Fail and you're out, succeed and you get into the "publish or peril" routine, but that's another problem!

That is probably a great deal more than you wanted to know about the travails of becoming a "Doctor of Philosophy," but it points out why Sandy wasn't spending a lot of time thinking of Frank that summer. She did a tremendous amount of reading and studying, and the sex we had was enough to keep both of us happy. However, when August came, thoughts of school, and parties - and sex - were inevitable. However, it was then that Sandy got an email from Frank which threatened to create major problem for their affair. I was in the kitchen when she came in and handed me a printout. 

"Hi Sandy,

Two weeks until we all get together for the next semester and, I expect for a party. I can't wait to see you. Unfortunately, something has come up that is going to create a real problem for us - my car died! Remember that I told you that I was having transmission problems? Well, the whole system seized up last week and they don't even have parts for a car that old. Even if they did, it wouldn't be worth fixing it. So, when I see you next I'll be driving a compact car with little room to transport people and a narrow front seat. I hope that we can figure out something.

Frank"

I read it quickly and commented, "Well, that is going to cause a problem! You certainly won't be able to do much in a little car like that. Just think, if his transmission had gone last fall, none of this would have happened because there wouldn't have been room!"

"I hadn't thought about that, but, yeah, you're right - I'd still be a chaste and pure wife and I wouldn't care what size car Frank drove or how wide his car seat was. However, I'm now an adulterous wife who wants to have room to lie down on my back and a compact car seat won't work!"

"No, and you might be able to get away with a blanket outside once or twice, but that depends on the weather. Not a good option. You need a room, but you certainly couldn't risk going to a motel."

"No, and he can't come here and his place is far too public - almost like a dorm. Damn, it was so simple before. It's funny. I never even thought of the problems that people having affairs have to face. And I don't even have to hide it from you, just other people!'

"Well, we'll just have to work on it, but, right now, I can't see anything but 'sex al fresco' - and hope it doesn't rain or get cold! Of course, you could be lovingly generous and just limit you affair to cock sucking - there would be room for that in a compact car!"

"Very funny!"

Registration was to start the last week in August with teaching assistants expected to help and to receive their class assignments and class rolls. Naturally, a "welcome back" get-to-gather was planned for the previous Saturday. Unfortunately, no solution to the narrow car seat problem had appeared and the weather prediction wasn't good for outside activities. It looked as if my humorous (to me, not Sandy) solution to the cramped quarters problem was going to be at least the short term answer. Then suddenly, two days before the party, I had a brainstorm while riding my lawn tractor when mowing our too-large (my opinion only when mowing) lawn. As I mentioned earlier when describing our property, there is an old carriage house on the alley behind the house, and that is where I regularly store the tractor. That is where I had an epiphany.

I hurried into the house and, with great enthusiasm announced, "I think that I have solved your Frank problem!"

Sandy's face lit up like a sunbeam coming through a cloud. "You mean it? Gods, what did you think of?"

"I was putting the tractor away and I was looking at the place we've thought of putting in a pool after you graduate and, we hope, get a job. I was thinking about how lucky we were that the alley is there and the construction equipment could drive right in. I suddenly realized that there was plenty of space for Frank to pull in and park there!"

"How does that help? We can park in front - it's the car that is the problem!"

"No, the problem is that you need a place to lie down! Frank can park in back, completely out of view of prying eyes, the two of you can walk up the path to the side door, go into the 'mother' suite where you'll find a nice comfortable bed! When you're finished with your nefarious and immoral activities, Frank can go out the same way you came in and you can just use the interior door and come upstairs!"

"Oh, my god, honey, that's perfect! Oh, you're wonderful!" She jumped to her feet and threw her arms around me and gave me a great big kiss. "That big old car was sort of romantic because of what we did there, but an actual bed! Wow! Damn, you're so good to me - not only letting me have this affair but helping me get what I want!"

"Oh, it's not pure altruism - I like being part of it and watching you have fun. Anyway, one of these days I may find some delicious and available coed that you can help me with!"

"It crossed my mind that you must have some kind of ulterior motive! However, no coeds - I'm not as considerate or generous as you!" One of the biggest hallmarks of a happy and successful marriage is the ability to kid each other and to know when your partner is teasing. Fortunately, we have that capacity and Sandy knew that I was teasing, but I have a feeling that a promiscuous coed just might cause a problem! 

In any case, my proposal for setting up their "love nest" was ecstatically received and we immediately discussed the details. One point that was different from before was that they would be coming in from the back of the house, and if the bedroom light were on, Frank would know that I was not asleep. Sandy didn't think that that was a major problem since, even if I were awake, there was no way that I would know that they were in the suite (as we always referred to it) downstairs since it was quite separate. Surprisingly, it was she who asked if I could set up the camera to record them in action. "You won't be able to watch what's going on the way you could before and, anyway, I like to see it myself." There was no problem in doing that, of course, and, later, I was able to get a wireless camera that transmitted the scene to the television set in our bedroom so I could watch in real time as it was recorded in high definition. Technology is wonderful!

We went out and walked the path that they would be following Saturday night to see if Sandy saw any problems. Actually, the "path" was paved with blacktop that provided direct outside access to the suite, but Sandy was concerned about following it in the dark. We tested it that night and we could see that it was a problem, so the following day I bought a set of solar lights and installed them. Inside, there was only the dusting and airing-out of a room that had been closed up for some time. All of this preparation was straight forward and, actually, sort of fun as I did a considerable amount of teasing about losing of her "lover car" and replacing it with a "den of iniquity."

I had left her to go up to the study and do some real work and was engrossed in it when she came in with a peculiar expression on her face. She had been happily smiling and cheerfully ignoring my jabs at her preparations, so I was immediately concerned. I looked at her questionably and asked her if something was wrong.

"Oh, dear, nothing is really wrong, but I just got a very funny feeling. I was just about finished downstairs and I decided that I should change the bed because I was afraid that it might smell a bit musty since it hadn't been used since we moved in. They weren't even our sheets! So, I took everything off and started replacing the sheets and, suddenly, what I was doing hit me. I was making up the bed so that I could be in it with another man! That's the first time that the thought of adultery really hit me! Being in the car or, even, out on the blanket was sexy and adventurous, but putting sheets on the bed to have intercourse with another man - well, as I said, reality just hit me."

"Oh, come on, honey, you've had sex with him enough times now that those thoughts shouldn't bother you! It may be adultery in the technical sense, but real adultery is betraying your husband or wife, and you certainly are not doing that!"

"Yeah, I know all that and, really, I think that way, too, but there is a major difference between having...well, 'fun sex' in the car or on a blanket and going to bed with a man. Look, he's fucked me in the car and on the blanket and, now, he's going to fuck me on the bed. It will be far more comfortable and - it sounds silly to say this after what we've done - I think, more intimate. Obviously, except for the first two times, I knew what was going to happen in the car after the party. Still, I think, subconsciously, I had the feeling that the sex was natural and almost spur-of-the-moment. I know that that sounds ridiculous and you're probably going to laugh at me. Regardless, I see a significant difference between, on one hand, driving up to the garage door, sitting together and just naturally, moving into having sex, or, on the other hand, getting out of the car, walking into the house, into a bedroom for no other reason but having sex."




Sandy and Frank Ch. 07



"I'm not going to laugh at you because you're right! If you think that there is a real difference, then there is a real difference. By the same token, if you saw no difference and thought that you were just continuing having the same level of sex, I would agree that there was no difference. If, in your mind, you are changing the level of your relationship with Frank, then you're changing it. There certainly is a psychological difference between making yourself available on that car seat and passively letting Frank take the initiative, as opposed to actively arranging the place and making up the bed. If that's too big a step to take, then we'll just have to find another way or end your affair. I'm with you whatever you decide."

"Oh, honey, as I said before, you're wonderful. Logic tells me that I'm being silly, but guilt hit me like a ton of bricks as I put that sheet on the bed. God's, I don't know how any woman could change the sheets after another man had had her just to hide it from her husband! I would think that guilt would be written all over her face! I could never do that. I think my problem is that I have been, in my mind, at least, treated this as nothing but what we called 'fun sex,' and I'm suddenly seeing it as something more. We've talked about my 'affair' or, even, my 'love affair' almost as a joke, as a way for you to tease me. For some reason, being down there in that bedroom, fixing it up for tomorrow night, made me face reality - it's no joke, it is an affair and, most likely, a love affair. Not love as 'in love,' but a hell of a lot more than 'good friend' love.

"In any case, you seem comfortable with that and, to be honest, I think that I am too. That guilt onslaught really got to me, but I think that I've gotten past it - you're good at helping me think things through. All right, it is a step toward more intimacy and I'm ok with that. In fact, aside from a smidgen of guilt that probably will always be there, I like the idea. So, on with the affair!"

As usual, I delivered Sandy to the party site and left her there. She was to call just before they left and I would turn my light off in the bedroom so that it would appear that I was asleep as they came in. We had made a "dry run" the previous night and she had no problem on the path. The solar lights showed the way perfectly. There is a motion detector light over the outside door to the suite and she had the key, so she got into the suite with no trouble. Not surprisingly, everything went just as I expected. Sandy called about 12:45 and I promptly "retired" for the night by turning out my light. About twenty minutes later, I saw car lights coming up the alley and the car pulled into the open area at the end of our lawn. I saw Sandy and Frank get out and follow the path toward the side of the house and out of my view and I prepared to wait for their assignation to end. I didn't have the wireless transmission from the camera to the TV yet, so I couldn't watch the show.

I guess that I could have turned my lights back on at that point since Frank would not be coming out soon, but I played it safe. I lay in bed for, probably, an hour, reading and playing Spider Solitaire on my Ipad. At some point, I began dozing, finally snapping awake as I heard a door closing as Sandy left the suite and started upstairs. I looked out of the window just in time to see Frank get in his car and drive away. Waiting to make sure that he was gone, I turned the light on just in time to see my naked wife come into the room.

She was quite a sight! The first thing I saw was a smile that, figuratively, at least, lit up the room. I certainly didn't need to ask if she had had a good time! As my eyes left her face and looked down her body, the physical evidence of that "good time" was shockingly apparent. Her tits were marked up nearly as much as the first time in the car. Obviously they had been thoroughly kissed and sucked and, probably, bruised. One spot even looked like a little bite! Both nipples were red rather than their usual pink and were definitely swollen. Further down, there were additional marks, possibly bruises or developing hickeys on her thighs. Her usual puffy, curly pubic hair was matted down at the base and there was a very suspicious shine of moisture on the skin around that area. She was the epitome of a freshly fucked woman - and was very happy about it!

"Ok, looking at you I know the answer, but, I'll ask the obvious question - did you have a good time?"

"Wow! Right off the top I'll tell you that there is a real difference between the front seat of a car and a bed - and I'm not talking about comfort! In the car we were fucking, in the bed we were making love, with the blanket on the lawn being somewhere in between. They're not really quite that dissimilar because we were actually fucking in all three places, but they just felt different. And I loved it tonight!"

"Look, start at the beginning. Were you able to tell Frank about the arrangement ahead of time?"

"No, I couldn't talk to him alone. He was already there when I arrived and he had explained about having to change cars, but he told me about it as if I didn't know. I immediately, innocently, asked who was going to drive people home without his big car. He told me not to worry and that I could ride with him since it's not out of his way. Tom volunteered to be the designated driver for others since he has a van. So, it's arranged that he'll bring me home and no one will think anything of it!"

"Well, that's certainly convenient. You won't have to worry about who he should deliver first."

"Yeah, and if he had had the car he has now last year, nothing would have happened - the front seats have a console between them and the back seat is for children. No place to lie down at all!"

"You still would have been pure and chaste!"

"Maybe. There are other places I could lie down, wise guy! Anyway, I didn't have a chance to say anything to him during the party - I certainly didn't want to have any private conversation with him. It was a nice party and I was glad to see everyone back but, as you can imagine, when 12:30 came and he asked me, publicly, if I was ready to go, I, of course said yes. We went out and, as I started to get in the car, he kissed me - after checking that no one else had come out. That was nice. His car certainly is compact, but quite nice inside. Darn, I don't even know what make it is! In any case, as we drove along I told him our - I didn't say 'our' - plan and, naturally, he was enthusiastic once I assured him that it would be safe. So, I directed him to the alley and the parking place and we came in.

"Honey, I can't possibly describe the feeling I had when I opened the door; we walked into the room and shut the door behind us! Before, we had driven home, parked and made out in the car. Of course, we went all the way and, as you well know, enjoyed it immensely, but, still, it was like two college kids making out - or hooking up - in the car after a movie and then going into the dorm. Last night we were in a bedroom like adults. You talked about the psychological difference and you were really right! Also, I didn't get that guilt feeling I was worrying about.

"Anyway, as soon as we were in, he pulled me to him and kissed me as if he hadn't seen me in years - and I kissed back just as hard. That went on for some time before he pulled away and started to undress me. Oh, I loved that! My blouse came off and, I swear, that he was trying to devour my tits as he squeezed and sucked them. I'm sure that they will be well decorated tomorrow. While he was doing that, I unfastened my skirt and it just fell off, leaving me in my panties, garter belt and hose. He moved his hand down to my cunt and felt it through the panties before pushing them down and off. Then, he just stood back and looked at me, standing there in the light completely naked except for my garter belt and hose. 

"He had seen me naked in the car and, of course, in the light as we walked up the drive that night, but this time I was just standing there, in a bedroom, posing for him. I wasn't the least bit embarrassed as he studied me - I even pirouetted so everything was visible. Then, as he undressed, I calmly sat down, peeled off my hose, removed my garter belt and lay back on the bed. Oh, I pulled back the spread and top sheet first so I was lying on the sheet that upset me yesterday! I could see him as he as he came toward the bed and for the first time I saw him fully undressed in the light. I had turned off the overhead light, but I had one of the bedside table lamps on. Of course, I knew that he was in good shape from the car and when we were on the blanket, but, still, it was different seeing him, naked, with a very hard cock projecting out as he came toward me!

"He came down beside me and pulled me to him and I could feel his cock against my hip as he did so. It was very different from being in the car. Somehow we seemed more at ease, less rushed. We were both pretty hot, but we didn't rush into sex. We just lay there together, kissing and running our hands over each other, not saying a word. He had his hand between my legs, caressing my cunt, running his fingers between the lips. I was lightly stroking his cock and, once in a while, fondling his balls. It was quiet and very intimate as we anticipated what was coming. He began to concentrate on my clit, causing me to begin, almost imperceptibly, to undulate a bit as I became even more aroused. Evidently taking that as a sign that I was ready for more - as he certainly was - he moved between my legs. I raised and spread them in welcome and, after a brief period of kissing and licking my cunt, he came on me and entered me. I used my hand to hold his cock and direct it into my opening - I like doing that!

"We began fucking, of course, and, at first, I was very aware of the new surroundings. In the car, I was squeezed against the seatback and that limited how I could move my legs. I hadn't realized how restricting that was until I was on the bed and I could close or widen my legs as I moved. I'm sure that I had the same freedom on the blanket, but I wasn't aware of it then. Also, the bed and bed springs added a bouncy element that the car seat or blanket didn't have. All of this seems peculiar because you and I always use a bed and I take these things for granted, but with Frank they are different and, even in the excitement, I noticed them.

"In any case, we really started screwing and I quit analyzing and, I'm sure, went wild as he pounded in and out of me. I hope the camera recorded it because I'm always surprised at how strongly I react when going off. You can certainly tell that I'm not faking an orgasm - or if I were, I'd deserve an Oscar. Anyway, he fucked me hard and I could feel him shooting into me. It may be my imagination, but I swear that I can feel it further inside now that I don't have a diaphragm blocking the passage. Regardless, he said that he hadn't had sex since the night on the blanket, so I think he had saved it up, for he seemed to be coming into me for a long time.

"It was a tremendous expenditure of energy for each of us, and, after lying on me for a minute, he rolled off and just lay beside me, neither of us saying a word. That was actually very nice - in the car there wasn't room to lie together side-by-side. I was just so comfortable, so intimate, lying there on that soft bed, touching each other, quietly recovering from our exertions. He was lying on his back and, after a few minutes, he put his arm around me and pulled me toward him. I turned on my side with my head on his shoulder, my tits against his chest and my leg over him so that my pussy hair was against his hip.

"We stayed like that, talking quietly, for almost an hour. Part of the time we were reminiscing about how we had gotten to that place and, ridiculous as it may seem, we talked about school and classes. And, of course, we exchanged some amorous words which are natural after having sexual intercourse - saying 'I love you' is almost expected in those circumstances if you're having an affair. There is real affection at that point, I would expect, for most people. I don't know how people handle that situation if they just are 'hooking up.' Is it like playing tennis with someone and saying, 'Good game,' when you're finished. Do you thank the other party and say 'That was fun, see you in class tomorrow?'

"In any case, it was very nice and relaxing to simply lie like that and enjoy being with the other person. Inevitably, of course, that closeness, intimacy and nudity brought sex back into the picture and as our ardor grew, so did Frank's cock. I felt a slight pressure downward on my shoulder and I immediately knew what was being hinted at. Without objection, I moved down his body and found a considerable erection waiting for me. Just as I had done outside on the lawn, I took his cock into my mouth and began lightly sucking to bring it to full hardness. As with the last time, I was very aware of the combination of his cum and my secretions on it and, as before, I found it to be arousing.

"When it was completely hard, rather than waiting for him to get up and take me, I, instead actually got on top and impaled myself on his cock. I hadn't planned to do anything so aggressive - it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. I crouched over him and began to fuck myself, vigorously driving up and down. He cooperated with my movements, surging upward as I came down, withdrawing when I went up. He was holding and squeezing my breasts, pulling on then in rhythm with my moving. We continued in that position until I ran out of energy and I slowed down. Taking that as a cue, he put his arms around me and turned us over, putting me on the bottom with him taking over the action between my legs.

"We both were well on the way to orgasm at that time, and our excitement mounted rapidly. Again, as I said before, I hope the recording shows me in action because I have no thoughts of how I was actually moving. I do know that I was writhing around and heaving up against him, but I quickly was lost in my climax - as I'm sure he was, also. It definitely was explosive and very, very good. This time we really collapsed and lay there, him resting on me between my spraddled-open legs. I don't know how long we lay there like that - he was heavy on me, but, somehow, it felt comfortable and very intimate.

"Finally, of course, he rolled over off of me, we rested a few minutes more, and he said that he had better go. He got up and dressed while I just lay there watching. When he was ready, I got up and stood there, still completely naked and unashamed as he kissed me good night. I even stood in the open doorway for another kiss as he left. I shut the door and looked at the bed with the rumpled, and undoubted wet, sheets and felt a real tingle go through me - happiness, not guilt, this time. Not even waiting to gather up my clothes, I hurried up to share it with you. I loved it - and I love you!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 08



I had let her talk without interruption, for she was still on a high, excitedly giving details of her wild evening. That her affair was our joint enterprise was clearly shown by her enthusiastic description of everything she and Frank had done - making sure that I, as her partner in crime, knew every detail. While there certainly was affection and intimacy that was different from her experience in the car, it still was fun and an adventure rather than a true romantic love affair. This might have been unfair to Frank except that he was getting what he wanted too - a safe, affectionate, sexual relationship with no strings attached. However, as I told Sandy on several occasions, I had absolutely no concern that she might become too attracted to Frank, I thought that there might eventually be a danger that he would develop too deep feelings for her causing problems for him.

It was late and she was, naturally, tired, so we left any further conversation till tomorrow. I did screw her before going to bed, of course, her third of the evening. Sunday morning I woke up and went downstairs, leaving her blissfully asleep. I went into the suite to retrieve the camera and quickly saw that she was right about the condition of the bed - it had been very well used! She finally surfaced, about 45 minutes later and I heard her taking a shower. Just as I came back into the bedroom, I heard, "Oh my god!" A few minutes later, she came out and, seeing me, opened the robe she was wearing and said, "Look at me! I've got marks all over me!"

Having seen her last night, I expected to see quite a few signs of debauchery on her skin, so I wasn't surprised at what I saw. Each breast was decorated by hickeys and one even had a bite-like mark beside its nipple. The nipples were still redder than normal, and were decidedly plumper than usual. There also were bluish marks which undoubted were light bruises. In addition, there definitely were bruise marks on her upper arms and on her thighs and, on her inner thighs there were other marks that could only be hickeys from too stringent kisses and sucking. "Well, you certainly are well decorated! One would almost suspect that you were involved in some kind of sexual orgy. How does a young innocent wife like you explain your condition to your husband? Big mosquito bites"?

"Very funny! Damn, I knew that we got carried away last night and that he was kissing and squeezing me all over. I didn't expect these bruises on my arms or legs, for I didn't feel any pain or discomfort as he grabbed me. I guess that I was anesthetized by the heat of the moment. They obviously are finger marks, not from running into something. I'll have to wear long sleeves for awhile. Fortunately, no one else will see the bruises and hickeys between my legs! They were talking about maybe getting together for a picnic this weekend, but I sure can't wear shorts if we do! This is ridiculous! And look at my tits!"

"I am!"

"You know what I mean! It's not as bad as the first time, but how I am supposed to be able to hide them from you until they're all gone."

"Actually, you look pretty sexy with them marked up like that - real evidence of a wild sexual carousal."

"Yeah, I know and I like a mark or two, a love mark or so, but this is overdone when I'm supposed to keep my husband from knowing about my carousing. Oh, well, he accepted that I hid them before so I guess I can do it again. Isn't this peculiar? Keeping it a secret that my husband knows that my tits have been marked up by my lover!" She grinned and went on, "I guess that he really is 'mi amante.' I never thought that I would have a lover!"

"Ok, hotshot. Let's get out and get some brunch and we can come back and watch the latest porn film - 'Sandy and Frank in the Mother-In-Law Suite,' rated X."

It certainly would have been rated X, or XXX, if it had been in regular distribution. It was a bit dark because of the limited light from the bedside lamp, but it revealed the action quite well. One thing was evident right away was that Sandy was completely comfortable in the situation. She let Frank undress her in part and did the rest herself with no pretend modesty. No maidenly blushing, no September Morn concealing stance. Wearing only her garter belt and hose, she even rotated to display everything. It's amazing how a woman wearing garter belt and hose can be more arousing, more seductive, than when she is totally naked. Then, without hesitation or false modesty, she just sat down on the bed and removed the garter belt and hose, just as she would have in our bedroom with me. She lay back, nude, on the bed and waited for her lover to come to her.

It was different seeing them on the bed together, limbs intertwined as they kissed and fondled each other. Instead of being constrained by the cramped quarters in the car, they were stretched out, able to move freely against each other. It was obvious that they were more relaxed, actually enjoying the buildup before the main event. In the car, the transition from "making out" to serious sex was awkward, involving Frank getting out of the car, going around to the other side, getting Sandy in position and kneeling between her legs before mounting and entering her - after somehow getting his pants and shorts out of the way!

Even the screwing, itself, was more relaxed. In the car there seemed to be a need to do it fast, perhaps instinctively thinking that sex in the car was precarious, although actually it was safe in our driveway. Whatever the reason, on the bed there was more of a gradual mounting passion rather than a rush to climax. Sandy said that she definitely felt the difference. Nonetheless, she was startled to see herself gyrate and thrash around as she approached that climax. She had seen herself in the car, but her motions were much more pronounced in the freedom of the bed. Also, it was sexy and, at the same time, somewhat embarrassing to see herself lying there, sprawled open, her used cunt graphically displayed, after Franked rolled off of her.

We fast-forwarded through the long period when there was little to see except the two of them lying there, quietly talking, cuddled together. After we were through watching the recording, Sandy admitted that she felt peculiar about that part of the evening. Watching herself having sex with Frank was fun and exciting, but the cuddling, kissing and caressing combined with the quiet, intimate talking actually made her feel uneasy, even unfaithful. Sex for sex's sake was one thing, it was just physical. The things that disturbed her were parts of real love making and, while she enjoyed the warmth and closeness, seeing herself lying there in bed, cuddled up with another man, sent a wave of guilt through her. Fortunately, a few reassuring hugs and kisses from me relieved her conscience for the time, although that part of her affair still disturbed her on other occasions.

We went on with the video when the sexual activity began again. It was very interesting to, for the first time, see her move down and begin sucking Frank's cock. Seeing it in her mouth was even more intimate than seeing her being fucked. Of course, she didn't suck it the whole way that time, but it a major step up in the level of intimacy that we had seen. That was voluntary on her part - she was doing it, not having it done to her! The same was true, of course, when she mounted him and took his cock inside.

We both were surprised at how wild she became when she was on top. She started with a nice, steady up and down rhythm which became more and more rapid. She was crouched over, resting on her arms and hands, with her hips rising and dropping on Frank's cock. The camera was aimed diagonally from the foot of the bed, so we could actually see the shaft as it disappeared into and emerged from her cunt. That motion was almost a blur at the end and Sandy said that she felt that she was in orgasm at a low level the whole time. Then, as she described before, Frank managed to turn them over and took over the screwing.

It was wild and frenetic, far better than watching a porn film because I knew that nothing was being faked. It was not a man doing his job, fucking a woman who was an actress playing a role - things both of them did for a living with little or no feeling for each other. There two certainly were not involved in simulated sex as shown by their explosive climaxes as they surged against each other, frozen together as they finished - and then just collapsed, their energy totally depleted.

Actually, the immediate aftermath was almost funny. Frank flopped down on Sandy and lay there, unmoving. She was almost completely hidden under his body - only her legs were visible, sticking out, widespread with her knees slightly bent and held open by his hips. Neither of them moved for several minutes until, finally, Frank raised up on his knees between her open legs, reached down, grasped her tits and said, "This is much, much better than the car! I'm certainly glad that you thought of coming in here. But I'd better go, unfortunately!"

As we watched the last few minutes of the recording, Sandy laughed and said, "Wouldn't he be surprised that he should have been thanking my husband for thinking of a replacement for the car! Still, it was a wonderful thought, so I'll thank you instead! That statement preceded some less frenzied, but very good, sex! 

The following day as we prepared to leave the house I asked Sandy, with a knowing grin, "Are you going to show Frank the damage he did to you?" It was August and quite warm, yet she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt instead of the brief blouse which I knew that she would have preferred. Under it, I knew that she was not wearing a bra which was unusual when she was going to school. Actually, she was just going to help with registering students so she wasn't acting in her professional teaching capacity, but it was still not normal. In addition, owing to the informal occasion - and the temperature - she was bare legged under a relatively modest skirt. 

In reality, I was just teasing her and I expected her to deny any such intentions with some sarcastic comment of my salacious interest in sex. Instead, she took my question seriously, replying, "If I get a chance to I would like to show how he marked me up. It was fun that first time when I showed him my breasts, but I doubt that we will be alone long enough and I would have to be very careful. What do you think?"

Of course, I had no objections and I dropped the kidding around and just emphasized the necessity of taking no chances. Then, as I kissed her goodbye, I squeezed her tit through her shirt and said, "Just have fun. With no bra, these are available!" This was said with a conspiratorial smile and a wink of my eye. I got a big grin in reply as she drove off.

I had a department meeting that afternoon that ran late - professors are notoriously long winded, particularly when they really have nothing to say, i.e. windbags - so Sandy was home before me. As I came in, she greeted me with a kiss and a very big, very smug smile. My immediate, expectant question was, "Well how was your day? It must have been productive; you look quite pleased with yourself."

"I guess that you could say that," she replied with a giggle. I was manning the registration desk with Judy from 10:00 to 12:00. Afterwards we went back to the office where almost everyone, including Frank, was sitting around talking. We have two new TA's starting this semester plus several regular beginning MA students, and they were getting the word on the department and faculty. Judy, as our activities director, immediately said that we need another party to welcome the new people before classes start next week. The approval was unanimous, so, I've booked the suite for next Saturday night!'

"So, another wild party followed by shameless and licentious sex! You've got to be careful though - I've heard a rumor that in some party-lights, the large red 'A' imprinted on certain foreheads becomes visible. Anyway, Frank can see the disgraceful condition of your skin on Saturday."

"Ha! I'll start wearing bangs! Maybe a page boy with bangs would look good on me - that would hide any well-earned letter! In any case, he won't have to wait for Saturday, because I showed him today! We all sat around talking until almost 12:30 or so when the next two left to manage the registration desk and the rest headed out, leaving Frank and me alone. Nothing surreptitious or suspicious. 

"Frank checked the hallway after a few minutes to make sure that everyone was gone and that the door would automatically lock. Then, he came over and kissed me, saying, 'It's wonderful that Judy had organized another party too soon! That was perfect last Saturday! I hated having to get rid of that old Roadmaster, but I'm glad now that I had to.' He started feeling my tits as he kissed me, commenting, 'No bra! I can't believe how good these feel!'"

"Yeah, they feel good, but look at them!" With that, I pulled away from him and simply unbuttoned my shirt and opened it, showing my bare tits with the marks all over them. "What do you think of that?"

"Oh my god, Sandy! I had no idea! I didn't think that I had been rough with them or that I had made marks on them! Damn, Sandy, I'm sorry. Were you able to hide them ok?"

"Oh, I managed or I probably wouldn't be here now! However, bruises on each where you squeezed them, hickeys around both nipples, and this mark here that looks like a bite. The nipples were still swollen yesterday, but they've recovered. A few 'love marks' are fine, but this is a bit overdone!" I was grinning as I said that so he knew that I wasn't really upset, and, as when I had shown my tits in the parking lot that first time, having them out like that was really fun.

"In addition, I'm not wearing this long sleeved shirt because I feel like it in today's heat." I quickly went to the door, I checked, again that no one was around. Seeing that the hall was completely empty, I turned back and just took the shirt completely off, saying, "Look at this! People might ask who was grabbing me so hard that they left bruises on both arms!" I just stood there, naked to the waist in the office and, I'll tell you, I was as excited by that as anything I've done. I don't know if he was more concerned with seeing the bruises or aroused by having me taking my shirt off like that!

"Then, before he could really react to seeing me half-naked, I reached down and pulled my skirt to my waist showing the bruises on my thighs! He just gaped at me, his eyes riveted on me, but, seemingly not knowing where to look. Not wanting to risk anything any further, I dropped by skirt and put my shirt back on but not buttoning it. I knew that I had put him in a difficult position - remorseful about hurting me as shown by the bruises but aroused as shown by an erection that I could plainly see bulging his pants. He was actually speechless, barely able to gasp out 'I'm sorry,' before I said, 'and look at this!'"

"My desk top was empty and I sat on the end. Grasping the hem of my skirt again, I pulled it up over my panties and lay back and spread my legs, showing him the hickeys on both inter thighs just below my cunt. I honestly was only showing the very intimate 'love marks' and was not thinking of anything else, but he had other ideas. Before I had any thought of what he was doing, he reached in and pulled my panties off, took out his cock and plunged it into me! Right there on my desk!

"I think that I was about as carried away as he was! When he was pulling my panties off, I really expected him to play with me, maybe even finger-fuck me - but the idea of real fucking never crossed my mind - I can hardly believe it even now. However, I'll admit what I never made any protest. I cooperated completely by pulling my legs up and opening myself to his penetration and held him against me as he pounded in and out. Actually, I think that I was as ready for it as he was and, as he shot into me, I erupted with him. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I've had - there really wasn't enough of a buildup - but it was very exciting and satisfying!

"He quickly pulled back out of me and put his cock away while I sat up and pushed my skirt down, suddenly aware of what a wild, dangerous act that we had just committed. Needless to say, the enormity of what we has done hit us both and we just stared, unbelieving, at each other. Thank heaven no one come into that office in the next five minutes as we gradually settled down and began to behave normally. It was about that time that I realized that my shirt was still unbuttoned - which gives you an idea just how muddled my mind still was. Actually, very little was said immediately and it was Frank who recovered his thinking ability first."

"Oh, my god, Sandy, I don't believe we did that! What a thing to do here in the office - someone could have come in! Damn it, though, I couldn't help myself. I don't think that I've ever seen anything as sexy as you were - tits out, skirt up lying back on the desk! Unbelievable! I'm sorry about those marks, though. I guess you were able to hide them as well as the ones on your tits!

"I'm still shaky! We can never do anything like this again! This could have been a catastrophe! No, the marks are really not a problem and the bruising didn't hurt. We both got carried away - just like we did a few minutes ago! Now, I'd better go home."

"Ok, but there's one thing that has changed."

"What's that?"

"You're now a fixture - you've been screwed on a desk! And I'll think about it every time I see you sitting behind it!

"God, I never thought of that! Ok, I'm very definitely a fixture because I certainly was screwed on that desk. I'm afraid I'll be thinking about it too when the others or my students are here. Wait a minute, where are my panties? I can't go home without them - if nothing else, stuff is already coming out of me!"

"What panties? I don't think that you were wearing any when you came in. Here, take a few of these tissues and stick them in your cunt until you get home"

"He was laughing at me as he said that, but I couldn't do anything except take the tissues and force them, as he said, into my cunt. It's peculiar; I actually enjoyed taking the tissues and reaching up under my skirt and inserting them into me in front of him. In fact, as we walked down to my car, I said, 'Let's hurry. I've got to get home before this leaks through my skirt onto the car seat - it's not fair that you keep my panties after what we did up there. You put the stuff in me, damn it!" I said that very plaintively, and it felt good being a bit submissive. I don't know why talking about it turned me on, but it did. Very, very intimate!

"I could tell that he liked it too from the way he grinned at me - being in control, knowing that he just had me and talking about what he put in me! In any case, that part was fun, but, just before we got to my car, we met Dr. Bowman and he wanted to talk about our work in his class last semester. He was very complimentary, but I was standing there listening to him, all too aware that I had no panties on and that I could feel that the tissues weren't staying in place! I could feel my thigh getting wet and, even worse, I was afraid that the tissues might fall out! I clamped my legs together as tightly as I could while we talked and tried to smile. I couldn't just break away, particularly since he was being so nice, but my mind wasn't on the conversation. It was almost five minutes before we could get away and hadn't taken five steps before the tissues fell out onto the ground. 

"Talk about being mortified! I quickly looked back and, fortunately, he was still walking away unaware of my condition. I hurried the rest of the way to my car and reached in and grabbed my box of tissues and prepared to dry myself. At that moment, Frank joined me, saying, 'Here, you dropped these!' He had the most devilish leer on his face as he handed me the wet tissues that had been my cunt! I made a very unkind statement about what he could do with those tissues, which caused him to break out in laughter.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 08



"I pulled up my skirt, revealing a stream of cum running down almost to my knee, and, without thinking, I said, 'Look at that, you must have put a quart into me - it's still coming out!' Here I was, standing there with my skirt held up over my pussy hair, telling a man to look at the graphic evidence of the substantial deposit that he had ejaculated into me! I furiously protested that, 'Damn it, I should have my panties on!'

"I started wiping my thighs and, then, tried to stem the seepage from my cunt. I took several tissues and, this time, managed to insert them inside so that only the ends stuck out, effectively ending the flow. With a sigh, I finally dropped by skirt down and, for the first time in this entire episode, looked him in the face. I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment flash through me and I knew that I was blushing. He still had that devil grin on his face, obviously amused by what had been a major trauma for me. 

"At that point, somehow, I unexpectedly put things in perspective - what was I so upset about? His cum had been running down my thighs! My cunt was dripping more of that cum! But, what was the big deal - what damage was being done? It was the 'might have been' that bothered me I looked at Frank's grinning face and, suddenly, began giggling! The absurdity of the whole situation hit me and I couldn't stop laughing. Without thinking, Frank put his arms around me and hugged me as we shared the moment. You know, I didn't think of it this way at the time, or, certainly think of the word, but was really a bonding moment. Laughing together about a very intimate experience that we had shared. We both realized, at the same time that we were in public and pulled apart, but, once again, we were lucky because there was no one else in the parking lot. I got in the car, he quickly kissed me and I came home."

"Well, that was quite an afternoon, and very sexy to hear about, but it was an unbelievably stupid thing to do!"

"Heavens, I certainly agree with that! It started out as a simple fun thing, showing the marks on me, but we both just got carried away. I think that I was shaking with terror for a good five minutes after we finished when I realized what might have occurred! I'm certainly not ever getting into a situation like that again! No more sex unless we are absolutely alone. Frank said the same thing while we were recovering. In retrospect, we were not really in a lot of danger - everyone with desks in that office was gone for the day, the door was locked and would have required a key, etc. Nonetheless, we weren't thinking about danger or safety when we got carried away, and we can't afford any risk. The same thing in the parking lot - no more hugs, kisses, feeling or anything!"

"Ok, then, leaving aside the recklessness, that certainly was a wildly outrageous afternoon! So, now I'm married to a desk fixture - like a stapler or a telephone or, better yet, and in-and-out tray! That's it; you're something on the desk that things go in and out of!'

"Very funny!" Then after a few seconds, "Actually, when I think of it, I guess that it really is funny! I'll have to use it with Frank and pretend that I thought of it. I'm an in-and-out desk fixture! That's embarrassing, but funny! Now, I've got to go cleanup!"

Three minutes later she was back, shocked and upset again, exclaiming, "Look at me! I don't believe this!" I turned to follow her instructions and I started laughing. She stood there, completely naked with what could only be Frank's cum running down her legs, almost to her knees. "I took those damn tissues out of my cunt and this just poured out. If this had happened at school, it would have been below the hem of my skirt!" I don't know how you would describe the expression on her face, but she was sputtering as she talked, making it even funnier.

I didn't help any by commenting, as I got my laughter under control, "You had better keep some industrial quality panties in your desk drawer or in your purse if you're going to be fucked at the office - wear a regular pair for Frank to keep and have the heavy duty pair to wear afterwards! He seems to be quite productive!"

"There's to be no more fucking in the office! No more stealing my panties! All I can think of is what would have happened if it had started pouring out of me while we were talking to Dr. Bowman! I'll tell you one thing - it's a damn good thing that I went on the pill. I would never risk just using the diaphragm if he's going to put this much stuff into me! Gods, it's never come out like this before."

"Calm down, honey. It didn't come out when you were with Dr. Bowman and it probably wouldn't have! Look, it's probably not much different from other times you've come in after being with Frank. Remember, on that first time it actually dripped out of you onto the floor and you douched it out right away. Then, the second time it just poured out and we have a picture of it. Now, that you're not wearing the diaphragm, his semen isn't blocked and it goes much deeper so it doesn't flow out as fast. You're still very wet, but it just takes longer, particularly since you're lying down here in bed and much of it is absorbed in you and just doesn't come out at all. This time, you've been up and active, plus the tissues acted like a dam - so it was just waiting to be released when you removed that dam. However, you're certainly right about needing to be on the pill. With the diaphragm you have to get in exactly right and that's a risk that is easy to take when we're just postponing pregnancy, but not otherwise."

"I guess you're right, but all I can picture is me standing there talking to old, conservative Dr. Bowman with cum running down my leg and, maybe, dripping onto the pavement right between them! Now I have another picture of a lake of cum collecting inside me as I lie there while it's being absorbed! Ugh!"

"I'll give you an engaging thought - picture your womb being a battlefield with Frank's sperm struggling with mine as we both look for a non-existent (thanks to the pill) egg to fertilize and knock you up! That should make you sleep well!"

"Ok, wise guy, keep that up and no one is going to shoot anything up my cunt! I'm going to stop all of this! Maybe I'll become a nun!"

"Man, that would be quite a confession to hear!"

She stomped off huffily, but she had relaxed considerably, and, by evening, could see the humor in the situation. One of Sandy's most loveable qualities was the ability to laugh at herself, particularly at what she knew was a tendency to go overboard and make outrageous statements that she knew, even at the time, were foolish. So, while she accepted that she might have been a just a little bit uptight - a gross understatement - about her afternoon's dangerous office sex, she was able to laugh at her absurd threat to stop having sex! One question she asked seriously, however, was, "What does a Catholic woman do in this situation? Does she go into the confessional and say, "I've committed adultery? Does she repeat this periodically? Or does she just quit going to confession - at least until the affair is over and confess the whole thing at once? I've never understood the business of confession, penance and forgiveness for sinning."

"I don't understand it either, honey. I guess a good Catholic woman would know what to do - but, maybe a good Catholic woman wouldn't commit adultery, anyway! At least, that's one problem you don't have to solve. You've confessed to me and that is all that matters, at least for now!" 

So, a much unexpected sexual episode occurred and no one was hurt and both Frank and Sandy learned a lesson about risk and discretion. It was a very important lesson and, from that time onward, they were extremely circumspect and cautious about their relationship. As the school year went on, it was accepted by everyone that they were close friends and frequently were together because of their academic interest and their upcoming exams, but never a hint was made of a more personal connection. In fact, Sandy found herself in the embarrassing position of hearing about and, of necessity, responding to, gossip and speculation, sometimes rather spicy, about Frank and various women he had dates with! Most amusing, and disturbing at times, was when several of the newer grad students actually asked for Sandy's advice on how to...well..., they never actually said 'seduce' Frank, but that was the idea! Her response always was that she didn't know anything about that side of his life."



Sandy and Frank Ch. 09



So, that rousing and scary event was over, and another, unexpected, rendezvous was set up for the second Saturday night in a row. There was one difference, however, and that was that I had gotten the equipment I needed to wirelessly connect the camera in the suite to the TV in our bedroom. As a result, I could watch the action live and, at the same time, record it on the hard drive of our Panasonic DVD player-recorder. This was going to be much more comfortable than looking down through a windshield to a car seat!

It was interesting on Saturday watching Sandy dressing for the party. I noted that the outfit that she put on did not meet the "loose and accessible" criteria that we had talked about as the type of clothes she should wear when she was going to be with Frank. Obviously, that was no longer of any significance since she could undress, or be undressed, with ease in a bedroom as opposed to the restricted space in the car. When I pointed out that change, she replied, "Oh, sure, I thought of that. Now I can wear some of the outfits that I really like but I would have been a problem before. This long skirt would have been hard to wiggle out of in the car, but I really like it. Something else too - Frank's in for a surprise tonight. When I call you from the bathroom to tell you that we're ready to leave, I'm going to take my panties off and put them in my purse. When I undress, I won't have any panties on!"

"It might be easier if you just didn't wear panties in the first place. Just think, nothing on but your blouse, skirt and shoes!" 

"I thought of that, too, but I don't think that I'm quite up to that - not yet, anyway. No, I just want to take my panties off ahead of time to make up for him making me go without them on Monday when I was so wet. I really don't know why, but it's still sexy that he wants to keep them - I guess, as you said, it's just an intimate, fun thing between us!"

"Whatever you want. Let's get going, though - I want to get back and watch the Red Sox."

The call came about 12:45 and I immediately got ready - the camera and recorder were turned on, my light went out and, not too long after, the car parked in the alley and the performers in tonight's porno show made their way to their set and started the show. The door opened, the light was turned on and they came in, looking all the world like any other couple returning from a party. They didn't immediate throw their arms around each other in a rhapsodic expression of love. Instead, they walked into the bedroom continuing a totally unexpected conversation about Spanish literature! Frank turned and locked the door while Sandy walked over to a table and put down her purse and kicked off her shoes. Then, finally, the academic discussion ended as he took her in his arms and they shared a very passionate kiss.

Frank pulled away far enough for Sandy to unbutton her blouse, and, as she shrugged it off, he began fondling and lightly squeezing her tits. "Not too hard now - the marks are finally fading away, so no bruising and no biting!"

"Ok, I'll be careful. I got carried away that last time after missing them all summer, and I know that it must be hard for you to hide them. Still, it's fun to see marks I put on you."

"Well, as I told you that other time, I like it too - in moderation. I guess that you can put one under my left nipple and keep it there the way you did last semester."

As would be expected, Frank took advantage of her offer and proceeded to suck the skin on her left tit, producing a mark that unquestionably would be a clear "love mark" by tomorrow. As he was involved with that pleasant job, Sandy was loosening the fastener on her skirt and, when he finished, she stepped back and let it fall to the floor. As she had planned, she had removed her panties and stood there completely naked. She posed there, her hands on her hips as he stared at her nude body."

"No panties!

"No, no panties! If I wear panties, something always happens to them! I had to come home Monday afternoon with tissues stuck in me because they were missing. As a matter of fact, you said that you didn't think that I was wearing any when I came in. So, I decided that there was no purpose in wearing them if they somehow just vanish - or are stolen as souvenirs or trophies! "

"So, you think that you are smart, huh! You're not fooling me for a minute. I'll bet that your panties are right there in your purse. You'd never have the nerve to go out without panties on!"

"I would so! I don't really need panties except when someone fills my cunt and won't let me have them to keep me from dripping! I just didn't bother with them tonight because you couldn't do anything to me until we got home. Anyway, I had on this long, tight skirt tonight so nothing could show by accident, so I didn't need panties."

"So your panties are not in your purse."

"No!"

I had no idea as to where this was going, but I was almost certain that her lie was going to be proved. What I didn't know was why she was painting herself into an obvious corner where there was no exit - unless she wanted to be found out. As would be expected, Frank reached behind her and picked up her purse, saying, "If your panties are in here, you're going to be punished for lying to me! If they are not, I will apologize profusely for doubting you."

"Give me my purse! You do not look into a woman's purse without her permission!" She futilely struggled to get the purse away from him, obviously having no chance against him. There she was, all 5' 2+" of her, completely naked, reaching upward to where he was holding her purse far over her head with one arm while the other held her around her waist. "There's nothing in there and I'll be mad if you open it!"

"So, there are no panties in here."

"No! Give it back!"

Her lying about her panties was so transparently obvious that there could be only one result from this "struggle" - Frank would check her purse and that, of course, is exactly what happened. Letting go of her completely, he held her purse high beyond her reach, and, releasing the fastener, he opened it enough for the panties to drop out, directly on her face as it happened.

"What have we here? By god, it looks like a pair of panties. I wonder how they got in there without you knowing. Now, what do we do with naughty little girls who tell lies? I think that they deserve a spanking!" With that, and before she had time to react, Sandy found herself picked up and placed across his knees. At that point, she erupted.

"Don't you dare! Let me up!"

Now, this was exactly where I thought things were headed. She had to know that her "lie" was going to be proved, yet she maintained her refusal to admit that the panties were in her purse. I couldn't, of course, predict his reaction with absolute confidence - he might have just triumphed and gloated over her - but the most erotic outcome would be a spanking. Back in the early days of our relationship, we had indulged in what might be called "fun" spanking. We both knew what was going on - Sandy would deliberately do something that I told her not to do, leading to a confrontation that resulted in having her over my knees, her bottom bare and ripe to be spanked. 

She most certainly was not a masochist, but she ultimately admitted the obvious - being spanked turned her on and that she even enjoyed the pain and subsequent soreness that was the result. She normally was a strong and independent woman, but once in a while she found it to be erotic and sexually arousing to be little and weak under the control of a strong man - namely me. We had gradually stopped playing that game and moved on to a more sedate sexual life, but, I could tell, her desire to be "mastered" had reemerged because she was obviously provoking Frank. She could play the role of a submissive little woman in that private, very personal relationship, and be herself otherwise. I'm certain that Frank was intelligent, and sophisticated, enough to recognize the sex play scenario and was quite ready to participate.

She was struggling and thrashing around and insisting that he stop and let her go as he easily held her in position. Suddenly, his hand came down, sinking into her round buttocks with a resounding smack. That resulted in a shriek followed by an even more energetic effort to pull away. The picture on the TV clearly showed the red patch that appeared on her hip, to be followed quickly by several more. The spanks were not patty-cake-type slaps - they stung, but this was not a real spanking in the classic sense. I had a feeling that Sandy was getting a bit more pain than she had bargained for, but this was obviously sex play

I never even thought of interfering as I certainly would have done if I hadn't known that, while it might have been harder than she anticipated, she was getting what she had wanted. In addition, I found the entire situation to be intensely arousing. It may be chauvinistic, and not well received by women lib types, but I will admit that there is something very appealing in seeing a nude woman over your knee, the round mounds of her buttocks enticingly displayed. There is the very satisfying tactile feeling of her skin, pulled taut in that position, as you run your hand over the cheeks. It's exciting to pull those cheeks open and peer between them and to run your fingers between her legs.

The actual spanking may well take second place to just being in that position - the enjoyment before the first slap is very satisfying. However, there is real pleasure in smacking that bare ass and feel the firm flesh contract with the blow and rebound almost like a rubber ball. Seeing the pale flesh turn pink and then red and hearing the squeals and watching the revealing squirming around certainly increases the man's (or woman's if she is the spanker) arousal and carnality. Now, I'm not talking cruelty here - getting pleasure out of hurting someone, particularly someone weaker. I'm also not talking about a situation in which there is real anger, a real need to punish, for in those cases the spanker probably is not even aware of, or interested in, these peripheral concerns.

In any case, cruelty certainly was not the issue here. However, one thing is evident - the appeal of that curvy bottom lying there at your mercy and the feeling of dominance by the spanker often leads to a bit more punishment than the "spankee" anticipated or the spanker intended. So, while Sandy received only five or six "smacks" on her rear end, they were sharp blows and they made it easy for her to act hurt and really chastened by the ordeal. She was able to present a pitiful and chagrined expression as she said, "That hurt! That was mean! I didn't do anything that deserved a spanking! Anyway, you should have given me my panties back when you knew that stuff was dripping out!" Rubbing her hands over her bottom she added, ingenuously, "I'm sore. Feel how hot I am!"

Needless to say, Frank was quite happy to do so and, at the same time, turned her around and kissed her. The kiss was returned with enthusiasm and very rapidly they turned to sex. Sandy lay back on the bed, waiting while Frank quickly undressed and came down beside her. She spread her legs open as he began to fondle her cunt, stroking his rigid cock as they kissed again. No further foreplay was needed, of course, and he moved onto her and she directed the cock into her cunt. Watching them, as I lay there on our bed, was like watching a porno film. However, it obviously different knowing that it was my wife on her back with her legs spread wide welcoming him into herself. He was between those legs, driving into her as she surged up against her. Every now and then they moved in such a way as I could actually see the shaft of his cock embedded in her cunt. 

I stared with utter fascination as the movements became more vigorous as they moved toward a crescendo. I could tell that she was coming as her legs flailed around and her torso surged upward, writhing against Frank as he fused himself against her and ejaculated deep into her vagina. They held that position, still grinding against each other, for almost thirty seconds before he just slumped down on her, both of them totally exhausted and out of energy. It was a full minute, maybe more, before Frank levered himself off of her and flopped down beside her.

She lay there, her legs still spraddled open as if spread too far to go back together. She was the perfect embodiment of a woman who had just been taken, i.e. fucked. She had a blank, satiated look on her face. He arms were just lying limply beside her. And, even from the distance, her cunt gaped open and just looked used. A painting of her lying there might be entitled "Debauched Woman." Actually, we've had sex hundreds of times and I'm sure that she has looked the same way after we had intercourse, but I hadn't seen her. I had lain beside her just as Frank was then - recovering from my own efforts and climax, not even aware of how she was recuperating. She soon recovered, of course - her legs closed, her face came back to life, losing that "lost" look and replacing it with a happy, satisfied smile as she turned toward her "amante."

Still, it was a picture of her that I had never seen before. I had watched Frank screw her a number of times in the car and I had watched the recording of her last time on the bed, but seeing her lying there like that, absolutely taken and used to the point that she was completely out of it, was an eye-opener.

It was also different watching them after the recovery. Frank put his arm around her and she cuddled up against him as they quietly, and inaudibly, talked. That was a very private and intimate moment and I actually felt that I shouldn't be spying on them then - and, unlike watching them screw, this did feel like spying. They actually dozed for almost fifteen minutes and I began to wonder about how I could surreptitiously awaken them if they were sound asleep. Fortunately, Sandy stirred, wakening Frank who glanced over at the clock and declared, "My god, look what time it is! I'd better go before Mack wonders where you are!"

He quickly dressed and, as he prepared to leave he embraced and kissed her and it was fascinating to see how little she looked, standing completely nude beside him. Just as he was ready to open the door, he stopped and said, "Oops, I forgot something!" Going around her, he leaned down and picked up her panties from where they had fallen, adding, "I don't want to leave these behind. You weren't wearing them, anyway!

"That's not fair! You spanked me for them! Give them to me!"

"Now, Sandy, dear, you got spanked for lying to me. I'm taking these as additional punishment. Anyway, they're a trophy earned for fucking a lovely woman!"

"Oh sure, try flattery! Anyway, the 'lovely woman' you fucked should get the trophy - and all I get is a sore, red bottom that I have to hide from my husband!" She stomped on the floor in mock anger, "Give me my panties!"

"Now, Sandy, behave yourself or your little ass will get another spanking! I'll see you Monday!"

With a quick, but loving, kiss, he slipped out of the door and Sandy took her "little ass," her little red ass, up for her husband to see.

That was the first subject of conversation when she, naked, of course, walked into the bedroom. "So, you got your bottom spanked! What on earth possessed you? You practically invited him to spank you!" I was grinning as I said that but I could tell that she was genuinely embarrassed.

"Honey, I really don't know. When he guessed that my panties were in my purse I just denied it without thinking, expecting it to end there. Well, you saw how it went and, you're right, I did invite it. Damn it, I don't understand it, but I wanted him to spank me! I don't think that I made a conscious decision, but that's the truth. There was just something in me that made me want to be submissive right then. I felt fine until I was walking up the stairs just now and suddenly I felt self-conscious about it! I guess I just feel funny about you seeing me being spanked like that!"

I got up and put my arms around her, hugging her, and said, consolingly, "Come on, Sandy, you didn't do anything to be embarrassed about! I knew exactly what you were doing and I certainly didn't disapprove. You and I did the same thing - playing-around spanking that was fun for both of us. It was fun watching tonight. You really looked little and cute as you struggled with him and you looked very sexy turned over his knees!"

She brightened up immediately. "Did I, really? It was fun while I was doing it, but I was afraid that...well that you would think that I was being...I just don't know to say this. I've had sex with him, been fucked, sucked his cock - all of that. But...but cuddling in bed with him is somehow more personal, more intimate, in a way, than fucking. Now, playing sex games like spanking seems like a further step away from pure sex toward that personal intimacy - playing around, sharing private jokes like keeping my panties and...and... permitting him to spank me. I suddenly was afraid that I was getting more involved, closer personally, than we would want."

"Well, for my part, I don't see any problem. You're having fun and it would be impossible for you to have an affair without real intimacy, physical and personal. As I said before, you are not the 'hook-up' type. Now, if it embarrasses you to be watched or photographed as you become more intimate, I have no objection to turning the camera off."

"God, no! Remember, I'm the one who suggested having a camera recording me and that desire hasn't changed! I just don't want you to be upset by watching me when the affair moves beyond sex to a more important intimacy. I guess that's what bothered me as I thought about tonight."

"Believe me, honey, that is not a problem. In this case, watching you get spanked was surprisingly exciting and, I'll admit, I was a bit jealous of Frank getting to do it. I think that I may have to avail myself of that pleasure again - I remember it felt very good, at least from my end! Speaking of that, it looked as if you got more than simple play smacks. Let's see your bottom - or, as he said, your little ass!"

"Forget it! No spanking! Yes, it hurt and I'm sure that by bottom is red and hot! Look." She turned around and displayed her rear end which was, in fact, quite red, still actually showing spots which were clearly hand prints. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gasped out, "Wow, he did hit me! It hurt at the time but I really didn't mind it - in fact, it hurt and felt good at the same time." Giggling, she went on, "I'll bet he really enjoyed doing that!" Then after a moment's hesitation, she continued, "You know, I really was just playing a game in a pretend struggle, but when he was through spanking me, I actually did feel little and submissive and under his control. 

"Actually, I remember doing the same thing with you and having the same feeling afterwards! We would argue and struggle, and you, the strong, macho male, would win and brutally spank little me, leaving me meek and docile - and ready to be taken advantage of. Then, after overpowering and beating me into submission, you felt loving and protective. It was a charade and we both loved it and, inevitably, had great sex afterwards. I also remember having a sore behind afterwards to remind me!"

The following day we looked at the recording, and her reaction to the spanking scene was interesting. First, she was shocked at how diminutive she looked standing in front of Frank. She was completely naked and he was dressed with his shoes on and he just dwarfed her. She, of course, knew that she was short, but the word that came to mind was "tiny." She was actually startled at how easily he ignored her struggles and just picked her up and put her over his knees and held her there. She was genuinely embarrassed as she watched him peer between her ass cheeks and then deliberately run his finger through the crevice to her cunt. Then, in some ways, the most startling thing of all, for her, was to see herself in that extremely vulnerable position ready to be spanked. She, obviously, had never seen herself bent over someone's knees and her reaction was not what she or I would ever have anticipated.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 09



"My god, that's sexy! I can't believe that that is me! Look how round my bottom is and how long and graceful my legs are. Ooh, look where his finger is - I don't remember him doing that.' Her comments were interrupted by the first solid 'smack' that landed right across the cheeks of her ass and she actually winced back as the blow hit. "Oh, that hurt! I didn't expect him to spank me that hard, but, look at my bottom quiver - and look at the red mark!" There were five similar "smacks" - I counted this time - and she reacted to each one almost as if she felt the pain again. Still, she stared intently through the "ordeal," reacting and commenting as each blow hit.

When it was over, she sat back in amazement, finally declaring, "That was incredible! I can't believe how sexy and cute I look! I never could comprehend why anyone would think that it was sexy watching a woman being spanked, but I certainly understand it now. I don't think that I would enjoy seeing a spanking where the woman was really being badly punished - really hurt - but this was fun. I can't believe how my...my...ass - I don't usually use that word but it seems right here - bounced and quivered! Damn it, I liked it! I actually got hot watching myself!"

"Are you going to do it again - get him to spank you again?"

"No, it hurt more than I expected." She paused, "I don't know...maybe...oh, damn, probably." The truth was that, as might be expected from her ambivalence, she received several more spankings in the suite - she liked the way she looked and the 'weak little woman' gave her that nice submissive feeling.

I left it at that, but went on with one final comment, "There's one thing that you had better think about. You two dozed off last night for almost fifteen minutes and I was wracking my brain for some way to waken you. Fortunately, you woke up, but you need some way to stay awake."

"Oh my heavens, I had no idea - I thought that I had just closed my eyes for a moment. I'll have to set an alarm - he'd understand if it went off and we were asleep."

"Do you think that you would like to sleep with him all night?"

"Oh, I don't know. Probably, just for the experience if nothing else. However, I don't want to wake up at 8:00 AM downstairs and try to concoct a reasonable explanation!"

"Yeah, that was what was worrying me last night. Fortunately it worked out - one more crisis avoided!"

So, the new semester was underway with three episodes in eight days. However, they would now revert back to the old schedule, if you would call it that, of a party every three to four weeks - obviously greatly limiting opportunities for sexual rendezvous. They talked every day in the office, of course, frequently having long discussions on Spanish literature - useful, but not very exciting. In addition, it seemed that most weekends, if she and I went to the movies, a play or just stopped for a snack, we met Frank, occasionally with one of the female grad students. Sandy didn't say anything, but her illogical but feminine. ...I started to say jealousy but that's too strong, but it's in the neighborhood. He and I had a number of civil conversations and, oddly enough considering the circumstances, there was no hint of tension between us. Sandy was gratified that he rarely was with the same girl twice - one even speculated that he was gay since he didn't make a pass at her!

Still, there were two other occasions where their activities were certainly not platonic. The first - actually this one happened twice - involved the mass exams for those teaching introductory Spanish. Of the six TA's in their office, four taught sections of that basic course while Frank and Sandy, being more advanced themselves, taught intermediate Spanish that semester. Before the first group exam which would be held at night, the other four all left the office together to meet with the coordinator to discuss procedure, leaving Frank and Sandy alone. 

I was working in our study at home when Sandy came in and, from the cryptic smile on her face I knew that something, probably sexual, had occurred. "Ok, what did you do this time? Nothing dangerous, I hope."

"No, nothing dangerous, but we did do something in the office!" She went on to describe why she and Frank were alone. "As soon as they were gone, Frank, as you might expect, started playing with my tits and working my skirt up to get at my cunt. I was happy to let him kiss and feel me, but I drew the line when he started to pull my pantyhose and panties down. I stopped him, saying, 'Now stop it, Frank! We agreed that there would be no more of that in the office. I'm still scared about the chance we took last time.'

"He really was eager and said that we're not alone that often and they're bound to be gone for at least a half hour. I told him that didn't care even if they would be gone for an hour! As I said, 'My clothes stay on! You'll just have to wait!'

"He was really frustrated. He said that he hadn't thought that we would be alone like this in the office and now he was as hard as a rock after feeling me. He startled me by reaching down, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It was sticking out like a torpedo and he took my hand and put it on it, saying, 'See what you did!' It was as hard as I've ever felt it. Suddenly, the same idea hit us both at the same time. My immediate reaction was to say, 'Oh, Frank, I don't know if I should do that here! What if someone came back?'

"He was insistent, saying that if we heard anyone at the door he would have plenty of time to put it back and close his pants and sit at his desk. I had the strangest combination of feelings, both reluctance and eagerness. I was certainly willing - actually more than just willing - to do it, but I was still concerned about doing it in the office. However, there really was no hesitation and I sat back down at my desk - the same one, of course, that he had fucked me on. He sat on my desk right in front of me and his cock stuck up at just the right position for sucking. I slid my chair forward between his widespread legs, leaned forward, took it into my mouth and began sucking.

"You know, that was sort of weird - it was almost as if I were two people, one sucking his cock and another watching. While I was doing it, I was picturing what it must look like and I could almost see my head bobbing up and down as I did it. I looked up with my eyes and saw him staring down at me as it went in and out of my mouth. I liked him seeing me like that, serving him like a mistress or slave girl. However, at the same time that I fantasied about what I looked like, I was actually enjoying the physical aspect of what I was doing. I don't really understand it - it seems foreign to what I would expect - but sucking him excites me. I actually like having his cock in my mouth because, I guess, it is so depraved or sinful. 

"Anyway, I like it when he becomes more and more aroused by what I'm doing and I actually look forward to taking him over the top. As he approached the finish, he held my head with both hands and really took control and began to fuck my mouth like my cunt. Fortunately, I was able to keep my hand at the base of his cock to control how deep he drove in - although a couple of times it went into my throat and momentarily gagged me. Finally, of course, he began ejaculating and the first shot was big and almost choked me before I could swallow it all, but I managed and, after that, I had no problem. I kept it in my mouth until he finished and it went limp.

"I sat back, wiped the corners of my mouth, and looked up at him with I know was sort of a timorous or diffident smile, waiting, I suppose, for his reaction to my very intimate act of oral sex. It's funny, but every time I've done that I have felt very peculiar afterwards - embarrassed for some reason although I really don't know why. That feeling goes away quickly for he is always very affectionate and appreciative afterwards." She broke off her recital to giggle and add, "He hugs me and says how good it was, but he's never eager to kiss me right away! Of course, he never kisses my cunt either after he's come in it.

"Anyway, he put his cock away and, as far as anyone could see, nothing of significance had happened while everyone was gone. Men are funny, at least the very few that I have known in that they move directly from sex to more mundane things as soon as the sex is over. Actually, I guess my sample of two is not big enough to generalize about! Still, I probably would have enjoyed a little post-sex intimacy, but Frank almost immediately went back to the discussion we had been having about Calderon, and when the others came back fifteen minutes later, we were still in it. Certainly, there were no grounds for anyone to suspect that anything of a sexual nature had taken place while they were gone."

"Well, I guess you were safe that time although Frank probably would have had a problem with getting his hard cock back into his pants if you heard the key being put into the door lock. That would have been a struggle! That desk of yours certainly is developing a history. Fortunately it can't talk!"

"Isn't that the truth! You know, while I was sitting there talking to the other TA's, I had the smuggest feeling. What wild reactions would they have if they had known that less than a half hour ago, right there in that office, I had sucked a cock! Me, a settled, innocent and faithful happily married woman! It would have blown their minds! Oh, well, I'll just have to keep my secret, glamorous sex life under cover until I write my memoirs later!"

As I said earlier, Sandy had become quite proficient at fellatio and she found opportunities to practice that skill. Since she actually enjoyed the intimacy of the act, both she and Frank were satisfied. There were other safe times when the office was empty that Frank sat on her desk and she demonstrated her skill, including the second group exam for the other TA's. In addition, Frank's car, while small, occasionally provided a safe spot of privacy. So, with the periodic parties and the frequent cock sucking, Frank's sexual desires were handled well by Sandy to the dismay and frustration of the female grad students who didn't understand his lack of interest in them.



Sandy and Frank Ch. 10



I said that there were two specific occasions where their activities were certainly not platonic, one of which, of course was the episode just described. The other, in some ways, was more important because it was a major step up in their relationship. This came about because of my attendance at the annual Northeast Political Science Association Conference which normally runs three days in the middle of November. Obviously, I would be gone overnight, leaving Sandy alone at home. Usually during that time, the wives in the department would get together one night while their husbands were out of town – yes, we had a social life with other faculty as well as Sandy's student get-to-gathers! You will recall that after she and Frank had dozed off downstairs, I had asked Sandy if she "would like to sleep with him all night?" Her answer had been ambivalent as she, hesitantly, said "probably."

As the time approached, I said nothing about the question of a "sleep-over," waiting for her to broach the question. Whatever happened, I wanted it to be her decision without any influence from me. I would be gone three nights, Thursday, Friday and Saturday and return home sometime Sunday. November came and the conference was in the middle of the month, as usual, and she still hadn't raised the issue although I could tell that it was bothering her. With a week to go, she finally broke down.

"Oh, Mack, what am I going to do?"

"What do you mean, honey?"

"Don't be cute. You know what I mean – should I sleep with Frank while you're gone?"

"Now, that's completely up to you. I won't be bothered at all if you do and I'll be perfectly happy if you don't. You'll have to decide what you want to do and we'll go from there."

"That's the problem. I don't know what I want to do! No, damn it, I do know that I want to do it, but I can't convince myself that I should! It's one thing to be in bed with him downstairs or sucking him in the office or car, but sleeping with him when you are away is different – scary even. 

"Look, dear, I understand all of that and that's why I want you to decide what to do. If it helps any, I will not be in Boston worrying about whether my wife is sleeping with her lover while I'm gone.

"Ok, that's part of what's bothering me! All this time when I've been having sex with him, I'm eager to come up or come home and share the experience with you. After that first time, which was completely different, you've been part of it. If we were screwing in the car, you were right there, even watching. When he had me in the office or I was sucking there or in the car, I couldn't wait to get home and share the experience with you. All those times I knew that you approved and, when it was over, we would be together and that, somehow, that made it ok – less sinful, I guess. But I would be going to bed with him, sleeping with him all night and waking up with him beside me in bed. I've never done anything like that – you're the only man I've ever slept with and I'm not sure that I want to change that! I don't know why, but it just seems that I would actually be more unfaithful if I spent the night with him. It doesn't make a lot of sense considering the things I've done already, but that's what scares me – doing it when you're not here!

"So, I have a problem with how I feel about taking that step, but even more important, and the thing that I'm afraid of the most, is your reaction. As you say, you'll be in your hotel room in Boston and you won't be worried about what I would be doing – but I'm not sure of that. You'll be alone in bed in that hotel room while I'll be in bed here with another man, having sex or making love, however you want to describe it. Then when we're finished, we'll get ready and go to bed to sleep together. I have this horrible picture of you lying in bed, upset and distraught as the reality that your wife is fucking another man and sleeping with him while you are away. How could you not be jealous?"

During this long recitation of her concerns, Sandy had the most unusual expression on her face. She seemed to be literally afraid – not physically, of course, but of having to make a decision, the outcome of which frightened her. One of the problems of wanting, very badly, to do something daring, particularly if it is something you "shouldn't" do, is to be overwhelmed by potential problems, and the more you think of it, the bigger and more damaging those problems become. This was the condition that I believed that Sandy was in.

"Honey, you're over-thinking the situation. We've had a lot of fun with your affair with Frank, but if you've had enough, for whatever reason, I have no problem with stopping it. Our lives certainly would not be diminished. On the other hand, I equally have no problem with it continuing, including you sleeping with him. I saw you cuddling and dozing with him last time downstairs and my only concern was that if you didn't wake up, how you would explain to your supposedly unaware husband that you weren't in bed with him in the morning. I'm not in the least bit threatened by your relationship and, if you go through with it, my only reaction in Boston would be regret that I wasn't home to share the excitement with you. Therefore, the only question for me is whether or not you want to sleep with him and it appears that you do."

"Oh, sweetheart, you're wonderful! I guess that somewhere in the back of my mind is this ogre that insists that you must have some feelings of jealousy when I do these things that a faithful wife would never do. I just know that if the situations were reversed, I would be in agony! That adventurous co-ed you jokingly talked about – even the thought bothers me!"

"Look, if you had come to me a year ago and said that you wanted to have an affair, I might have had the same reaction. However, I was presented with a fait acompli. You came in, freshly fucked, and, probably to my own surprise, I discovered that it didn't upset me at all. In fact, as we talked, we both found the situation to be quite arousing." Then, after a moment's hesitation, I grinned and added, "Come to think of it, maybe I should try to find such a co-ed and see if it has the same effect!"

"There will be no co-ed – but I guess I'll sleep with Frank. Honestly, my only real uncertainty was your reaction. There's still that funny feeling I know I'll have when waking up with another man – but it certainly will be less a shock that looking up at him in the car and having reality hit that I had been fucked! Gods, I feel so much better – I've been stewing about this for two weeks! I really knew what I wanted to do, but 'should' or 'shouldn't' kept cropping up."

"I knew it was troubling you, but I didn't want to influence you in either direction. Ok, now all you have to do is plan your rendezvous and let Frank in on your overnight availability."

"Yeah! It is more complicated than just going to the suite downstairs after a party. Those thoughts have been running through my mind the last two weeks, also. Should I have him over for dinner? Or should he just come over late in the evening? We wouldn't actually have to sleep together – he could just go home after sex the way he always does. What about breakfast? Should he bring an overnight case? Questions and thoughts like that have been whirling around in my head, driving me crazy."

"See. I kept my mouth shut and let you do the worrying. Of course, you could have casually asked about my feelings about you sleeping with him weeks ago and then you could have concentrated on the more practical issues."

"Ok, practical question – should you set up the recording in the bedroom? Or, of more significance, should I sleep with him in our bed or should we use the suite or a guestroom? There are still a lot of 'should' questions!"

"Where you sleep with him is completely up to where you would be comfortable. As far as the camera is concerned, I can put it almost anywhere because it's wireless. There are gigabytes of storage so all you would have to do is turn it on at night and turn it off in the morning."

"It's the damnedest thing! My feeling of right and wrong tells me to use another bed, but, for some reason, the idea of having him fuck me in our bed appeals to me. I don't understand it at all and it's certainly not like me. In my saner moments it sounds shameful and outrageous, but the thought of doing something so wicked really excites me! God, even the thought of committing adultery in the bed we sleep in every night should – there's 'should' again – scandalize me instead of arousing me! I'm shocked at myself!"

"I don't know if it should or shouldn't arouse you, but, the fact is, it does. I have no negative feeling about it and, in truth, it may actually be fun to be sleeping with you in 'a bed of sin' after I come back! Go for it if the idea excites you!"

"Oh, honey, as I said, you're wonderful! Now I have to make real plans!"

So, the issue was settled and only the details to be determined – including inviting Frank to spend the night, or nights, with my wife. As you might imagine, he enthusiastically accepted that invitation and it was just a matter of telling him "when the coast was clear." He had a date lined up for Saturday night which he cancelled, inadvertently leaving Sandy in the embarrassing position of hearing one of the new TA's, Linda Mann, grumbling to her, "He said that something very important had come up! Darn it, I was going to wear a new very short skirt and see if he would be interested. I still wonder if he's as busy as he says or if he's even into women. You know him well, Sandy. What do you think?"

Sandy said she almost choked as she replied, "Well, I don't have any personal knowledge but I'm pretty sure that he's into women." She couldn't stop laughing as she repeated that conversation, saying, "Of course, I could have said that I know of one woman that he is really into, frequently, but discretion stopped me. Anyway, he's cleared his Saturday night date book! Gods, it would be fun to flaunt my real relationship with him and let everyone know that I'm the one that sexually attracts him! Staid little old me! But, boy, talk about a disaster if I did that, though! "

So, we were pretty well ready for Sandy's next experience. I arranged the camera and in the bedroom and showed her how to turn it on from an inconspicuous button, As I told her, there was plenty of storage so that she could start it early, not just when they came into the room. Suddenly, she asked me an intriguing question which led to a very interesting development.

"I will be certain to have the camera on any time that we might come into the bedroom, but it's too bad that you can't watch us the way you do when we're in the suite."

'Well, it will be more private this way. I still have a sort of guilty feeling when I'm watching you in those very intimate moments with Frank."

"As I've told you, I want you to be part of everything, particularly in those intimate, loving moments. When we're in the midst of those moments, it's I who would be feeling guilty if I told him, 'I love you' in the heat of passion. After the fact, I definitely would feel guilty if I did that and you didn't know. I'm not saying that it's rational but I feel that if you're watching, I can do or say anything without worry, because nothing I say or do is behind your back. Now, everything in the bedroom will be recorded but I still liked it when I knew that you were watching live. A thought occurred to me when I was working the camera and I saw how you can bring the picture up on the TV from the hard drive. I don't know how it works, of course, but I remember that the Samsung literature made a big point of the build-in camcorder on the TV set – that little bump on the bezel at the top. Is there any way that it could send pictures to your Ipad in Boston? I know that you are supposed to be able to see and talk to people that way."

"Damn, I don't know. We ignored that part of the settings because we had no interest in any of that social media 'sharing' which is so popular. That's certainly an interesting thought!" 

I promptly brought up the web manual (they're too cheap these days to provide printed manuals) and, after futilely struggling through the incomprehensible (to me) material, I called a friend who walked me through the required steps and, shortly, I was looking into the bedroom from my Ipad! It turned out that I could also tap into the webcam on the TV in the living room! The picture was of lower quality than the HD camera, but it was more than adequate. It turned out that a viewer could access those TV's even when the picture was off which, apparently, had led to some spying by outsiders before Samsung patched their firmware – information and terms I learned from my geek friend! In any case, both of us were now very happy that we could share her erotic activities in real time. It probably was not really fair to Frank, but he was being rewarded by having full access to his lover and my wife who happened to be the same person!

So, the following Thursday I was off to Boston, leaving my wife with three nights available for adulterous love-making. Actually, that was not totally true since Sandy's monthly indisposition wasn't completely finished on Thursday. Consequently, sexual intercourse was ruled out until Friday but other activities were certainly available. The one other potential complication, the faculty wives get-together, was eliminated when three of them elected to go to Boston with their husbands. Sandy excused herself from joining them because, "unfortunately," she had two sections of second-year Spanish to teach on Friday. She and Frank had made no specific arrangements except that he would be over Thursday evening – when, as said before, the coast was clear! 

I had arranged to meet a couple of friends at the hotel, so after checking in and unpacking, we got together and went to the Faneuil Hall market place and browsed around awhile before going out to dinner. I got back about 10:15 and connected my Ipad to the bedroom TV and was looking at a darkened, empty room. I switched to the living room TV – different password – and was rewarded by seeing Sandy and Frank on the couch. I was startled because it was almost as if I was sitting in a chair across from them. It wasn't really HD quality, but I certainly understood why a hacker could really spy on an unknowing victim. Fortunately, my password was quite secure.

It was a fairly innocent scene before me with Sandy and Frank facing each other and, of all things, discussing something about Spanish literature. However, as Sandy leaned forward, her blouse hung open and a bare tit came into view. Showing how familiar they were with each other by then, neither paid any attention to the display. I was confident that something had gone on before, because she wouldn't simply have unfastened her blouse and just sat there. Later when I talked to her, she confirmed that she had sucked his cock earlier in the evening. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention as they continued their conversation until I heard Sandy say, "Mack will be calling pretty soon. What time is it?" I always called about 11:00 when I was away, but, with the webcam, I hadn't planned to call that night until I knew she was alone. I hadn't thought to tell her that, however.

"It's 10:45, so I suppose that I had better go. We both have classes tomorrow anyway." They both got up and Frank put his arms around her and kissed her before going on, "I'll be seeing a lot of you the next two days – and nights! When should I come over tomorrow? I'm supposed to go to the basketball game with a couple of guys."

"There's no rush. Why don't you just come over after the game – we'll have plenty of time!"

"Ok, that sounds perfect." At that point he put his mouth to her ear and whispered something I couldn't hear, but it caused her to giggle.

"You're insatiable! I already did that tonight! Oh, all right, if you insist!" She pulled away as Frank reached down, undid his pants and let them and his shorts fall to the floor. I was startled to see Sandy sink down on her knees and begin stroking his semi-hard cock. Fortunately, they were directly parallel to the TV so I had a clear profile view as she leaned forward and took it into her mouth. She began slowly taking it in and withdrawing it as it immediately came to full erection. She held it at the base with one hand while the other went up and fondled his balls.

I had never dreamed of seeing her in that position – on her knees sucking another man's cock! She had no hesitation or reluctance for, obviously, she was quite familiar with his cock and, of course, sucking it. That part was no surprise to me, but, somehow, seeing her kneeling down in that subservient position and willingly servicing his cock was a shock to me. My reaction wasn't negative so much as astonished at just how comfortable she had become with Frank. This was made even more apparent when she paused, took his cock out of her mouth and smiled up at him before continuing.

It was fascinating watching as she bobbed her head more and more rapidly as he obviously became increasingly aroused. Finally, he put his hands on both sides of her head and took control, just as he had in the office. There was one thing very different from the way she had described the office sucking. This time, instead of keeping her hand on his cock and limiting the depth when it entered, she let that hand drop and rested it on his thigh and let him have complete control of the action. He really was fucking her mouth and each time his cock plunged in I could see that her nose went into his pubic hair. It obviously was going into her throat, but she made no protest or tried to pull away. Her other hand was on his balls and, while I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, I could tell that she was really working on them as he got closer. Finally, the climax point was reached and his motion changed – a hard, long thrust forward, held for a few heartbeats as he ejaculated into her mouth, followed by a series of shorter surges inward as the spurts slowed.

She never pulled away, swallowing the emissions as they came, keeping his cock in her mouth until it was finished and began to soften. At that point, she pulled away and sat back on her heels and looked up at him like a slave girl looking up at her master for his approval. She was smiling, but it was a sort of a self-conscious, almost bashful smile, as if she were a little embarrassed at being on her knees in front of him. 

That scene didn't last long as Frank reached down and helped her up, giving her a big, appreciative hug. "Like I told you that day when you did it before class, you're the best cock sucker I ever had! Actually, you're so far ahead that there is no second best. That was almost better than fucking you!"

"Oh sure – you probably use that line just because I'm available."

"Oh, I wouldn't need to do that. I'll bet that Sarah would do it for me!"

Sandy laughed, "You're probably right – and you probably could fuck her, too! I'm also pretty sure that you could have gotten into Linda Saturday!"

"Yeah, she was hinting at that when I broke the date. See how important you are? I'm choosing you over her!"

"Uh huh. You choose my married cunt over her single one because you're afraid she might be clingy! Besides, my cunt comes with a nice bed and you don't have a great big Roadmaster to use as a love-seat anymore!"

"Ok, you've got me there. Anyway, kidding aside, your cunt, married or single, suits me fine, and I really love your mouth!"

"I like that! However, I can't suck you off twice a day like this! I'll get fat from all the stuff I have to swallow! And I'm going to have a sore throat, too!"

"Don't worry, it will all go into your cunt tomorrow and Saturday."




Sandy and Frank Ch. 10



I was somewhat surprised about all of this byplay, particularly her obvious reference to swallowing Frank's cum. That, at least, seemed out of character and was very personal and intimate. Once again, I felt almost as if I were spying on her in a very private moment and I was hesitant to let her know that I had been watching at that time. However, I decided that I didn't want to start having secrets between us – that really would be spying. Actually, I began to understand the danger of things like a webcam that would permit you to watch and listen to innocent and not-so-innocent private conversations and activities. It could be very tempting. It's also very creepy.

I was still in something in a quandary as to what to say, but as soon as Frank was out of the door I called her. It was immediately obvious that I was more concerned about the issue of privacy than she was as shown by her greeting, "Hi honey, were you watching?"

I was a bit taken about by her unexpected question, but, of course, I was relieved at the same time. "Yeah, for about the last fifteen minutes or so. I just got in and turned it on. How did your evening go, over all? You were talking literature when I came in."

"It was very nice. He came over about eight and we played around a while. After that we just talked. He got his reading list for the prelim exams today and we were going over it. It's almost the same as mine, of course Actually, I've read much of the stuff already – I better have with my exam coming in a couple of months – but there always is analysis and interpretation. I'm further along than he is but it will be very helpful to be able to discuss things with him – to get a different view of some of the writings. I'm sure that we'll be able to help each other get ready for the exams."

"With a little recreation on the side."

"With a little recreation on the side! All work and no play, etc. Speaking of play, did I look sexy? I had my tits out, but I stayed dressed down below, of course. We did some kissing and fondling, ending with me sucking him. Then, as you saw, I sucked him a second time just before he left. It really was a working evening, starting and ending with some sex."

"You looked very sexy with your tits peeking out, but you really were hot looking when you sucked him at the end. Seeing you kneeling down like that was surprising."

"Yeah, it surprised me too. When we stood up I was expecting him to kiss me and then leave, but as he held me, I could feel his cock pushing into my stomach as he hugged me against him. He put his lips right against my ear and whispered, 'Would my little cock sucker perform for me again before I go?' So, we were already standing up so kneeling down was the natural thing to do. It's funny – I really liked that! On my knees in front of him, sucking his cock like....I don't know what...his mistress? I'd never done that before and it excited me – particularly when I looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. I think that he really enjoyed seeing me down there like that! It would have been better if I had been naked – it would have been even sexier!"

"You looked very sexy, even with clothes. He really was deep in your mouth – didn't that bother you?"

"I was keeping it from going in too far until he held my head and really began moving. When I sucked him in the office, I was able to keep my fingers on the base of his cock to control how deep it went in to my mouth, but I wasn't able to do so this time. I had my right hand on his balls, squeezing them when they got hard, and had to shift my left to his thigh to steady myself as he moved in and out. His cock definitely went in further than it had before, and was actually going into my throat. It sort of choked me when it went in, but he pulled back out each time and I really had no problem until right at the end. When he came, it went into my throat and stayed there as he ground his .... well, pelvis, I guess....against my lips, shooting his cum into me. That first shot went directly down my throat and gagged me, but, fortunately, he pulled back after that and I was able clear my throat and easily swallow the rest of the time."

"You and the old "Deep Throat" movie, huh?"

"That's me! Maybe I can forget about becoming a professor and become a porn star instead. I don't know about passing the casting couch exam, though. Unfortunately, we don't have this action in the living room recorded – I really would have liked to have seen myself kneeling there."

"You'll just have to do in again in the bedroom or suite."

"I probably will! My god, I still have a hard time believing all of this when I think of the changes in less than a year! I'm sure that I would have fainted or been enraged if someone had had the temerity, a few months ago, to call me his "little cock sucker" and ask me to put it in my mouth! Now I just joke about it, fall on my knees, suck him off and swallow his cum! Then, to top it off, I intend to sleep with him the next two nights – in our bed! I have been thoroughly debouched! I not only have earned a large capital 'A,' I'm festooned with dozens of them! My only saving grace is that I have a husband who is almost as depraved as I am!"

She was joking, of course, but, in truth, the changes in her sexual attitudes were really profound considering the relatively short time involved. Think of that innocent married woman who came into our bedroom in December a year ago, shocked and frightened, confessing in schoolgirl terms, "Oh Honey, I've just been made!" Now, eleven short months later, she could kneel on the floor and suck her lover's cock and plan to spend two adulterous nights sleeping with him while her husband was out of town! However, despite these monumental, life-changing experiences, the amazing thing is that in every significant and meaningful way, she was still the same person.

Her personality hadn't changed – she was still the same friendly, bubbly person she was before. Most important, her relationship her husband – me – was as close as ever or, probably, closer. Her career goals were still the same and most of her time was devoted to progressing toward them – even to spending time with her lover discussing reading lists! The point is, her life revolved around her marriage and her educational progress, with her love affair important, but peripheral. There was a party, on average, every three weeks, after which she was fucked. There had been other opportunities, e.g. proctoring evening exams, etc. There were the occasions in the office and in the car which mostly involved petting or sucking. She had done things which would have been incomprehensible a year ago, but, while extramarital sex was fun and, obviously, the emphasis of this journal, this was not one of those hot relationships in which everything else is secondary. Still, it was fun and she was eagerly prepared to move to a new level of intimacy by spending the night in bed with him. 

The following day we talked on the phone a couple of times, the last about 10:00 PM, about the conference, her reading list and, of course, her night's plans. She expected him at any time for the game was over and, interestingly enough, she asked me to turn on the webcam to see how she looked. Despite everything she had done with Frank, she actually was nervous. It was weird looking at her on my Ipad, as she pirouetted to show me that she had on the same long wrap skirt and silky blouse that she had worn the night that Frank seduced her in his old Roadmaster. She held the skirt open to show her garter belt and hose and a pair of sheer lace panties. "I'm not wearing a bra, just like when he felt me at the party that night! What do you think?"

I assured her, honestly, that she looked beautiful and that Frank was going to be a very lucky man that night! In fact, I told her, right then I envied him in that he had a lovely woman to sleep with while I was stuck, alone, in a Boston hotel room! My praise obviously delighted her, and she replied, "Well, you can't be here, but you can watch me...put out, I guess....no, watch me get fucked! Damn, I'm nervous but I certainly am hot! I've already turned the camera on so we can watch it together later! Oops, I think that he is here!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 11



Responding to several requests, I have indicated that there are 21 chapters: 116,000 words, 217 typed pages if you are interested in details. Whether it's worth it or not is up to the readers.

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"Ok, honey, have fun!" I watched her hurry downstairs and quickly switched to the webcam in the living room. I got it on just in time to see her open the door and meet Frank. He dropped the overnight bag he was carrying, quickly put his arms around her and they stood there kissing passionately for almost a minute. Finally, Sandy pulled away, saying, with a laugh, "Let me close the door, for heaven's sake! It's cold out there! Gods, you'd think that you hadn't seen me in a month - you were here last night, right here in this room!"

"Oh, I remember last night - you were my pretty little cock sucker!"

Sandy started giggling. "Now, don't be indecent! I'm a respectable married woman and I certainly never would do anything like that. What a thing to call me! You be a gentleman or I will have to ask you to leave!"

"Oh, I apologize! How could I be so crude as to use such language toward a woman of such undeniable virtue? Actually, I shouldn't be visiting you in your husband's absence and risk a smudge or your impeccable reputation."

"Well, since you're already here, and if you promise to behave, I guess you can stay - at least until tomorrow morning!" 

"Why thank you, my lady. I'll try to behave in a manner that will make the evening - no, the night - pleasant and entertaining for you!"

This light bantering by-play showed how comfortable they were with each other. Sandy's nervousness obviously was gone and Frank, who would be bound to feel some tension as he prepared to spend the night with a married woman in her own - and her husband's - bed, was able to relax. For Sandy, however, the best thing that happened in that break-the-ice period was to hear him use virtually the same words that I had when he declared, "Wow, you look beautiful tonight! Very, very glamorous!"

"Oh, thank you, dear! Do you remember this outfit?"

Embracing her again, he said just the right thing - and, obviously meant it - as he pulled her down on the couch. "Of course I do! You were wearing that blouse and skirt at Judy's last year. I was already attracted to you, but that night you just bowled me over. You were nice-looking every day in the office and in class, but, dressed up, you were sensational - by far the most attractive woman there! I guess that was the difference - you were a very desirable woman in a group of unsophisticated college girls. You just stood out in style and maturity. Then, when we were sitting on the couch with my arm around you, I looked down and saw a hard nipple poking up through that silky blouse and, without even thinking about what I was doing, I slid my hand over onto your breast and felt you. My mind caught up with my impulse and I waited for you to pull away, maybe angrily, but, surprisingly, you didn't."

"I was shocked and didn't know what to do! My mind just froze - I liked it but it scared me. Nothing like that had ever happened to me. I suddenly realized if anyone looked over they would see you feeling me so I finally pulled away."

"It's funny, but we've never talked about this before. I was really excited and I wanted to drive you home to be alone with you. I swear that I was in some sort of fantasy world, kissing you and feeling you - the whole thing was surreal and beyond anything that I might have expected."

"Yeah, and you took an innocent, faithful married woman and seduced her! Over my protests you insisted on kissing my cunt, got me hot and fucked me! Gods, was I upset and scared after we were finished! I had to go into the house - without panties - my tits covered with hickeys, fucked with no protection, cum literally dripping out of me and the realization that I had committed adultery! And you driving away having had me - seeing me lying naked and taking me - undoubtedly filled with masculine superiority over having seduced me into putting out for you!"

"That's right. I gloried in the fact that I had gotten my cock into Sandy MacAndrew's cunt and fucked her! I could hardly wait to broadcast my victory in the office - I had Sandy Saturday night! What do you guys think of that? Actually, I almost wish that I had felt that way - at least a little bit. All I could think of the next day was the problems I had caused for you! Fortunately, I never thought that you might be pregnant. All I was worried about how you would hide it from your husband because I didn't think that you would be good at concealing something like that - too open and honest!"

"Well, I got away with it, obviously. Then, after I showed my tits in the parking lot, that was to be the end of it, but, instead, you had me again after the new semester! You seduced me again!"

"Like hell I did! You were all ready for it - you knew that it was going to go on!"

"All right, I'll admit it. That time I wore my diaphragm and sort of hoped that something would happen. Now I'm on the pill - just because of you. I guess that's a commitment, isn't it? I didn't need the pill with my husband, but I needed to protect myself and prevent 'mi amante' from knocking me up!"

"I like being your lover, 'tu amante,' and, of course, you, in turn would be 'mi amante' also, but what would you be in English? Lover probably, but it sounds so masculine. Maybe you're my mistress - what do you think?"

"I don't know if it's technically the correct use of the term - it's usually a married man who has the mistress, not a single man who has a married woman - but being your mistress sounds sexy. Ok, I'm Mack's wife and your mistress! Now, do you want to take your mistress to bed?"

The answer to that question was self-evident as he pulled her to her feet and, without even the slightest hesitancy or suggestion of guilt, Sandy led her lover, caring his overnight bag, up the stairs to our bedroom. I quickly opened the connection to the other webcam just in time to see them come through the door.

"This is really a nice big beautiful room. Is this where you and Mack sleep?"

"Uh huh. Would you be more comfortable in the guest room or back in the suite?"

"No, not at all. In fact, it would be very nice to have you in your own bed and...well...I guess, it would be pretty sexy to sleep with you in...what do they call it?"

"My marital bed? Yeah, that's what it is. You can fuck your mistress in her marital bed! Your adulterous mistress in her marital bed!"

The danger of a secret webcam was very obvious as I watched and listened to the two lovers. Obviously, Sandy not only knew that I was watching (and that the camera was recording) this intimate scene, she actually wanted me to see them together. However, if a husband was actually spying on his unsuspecting wife, the things he heard and the things he saw would be, to put it mildly, disturbing. Sandy was doing nothing clandestine, nothing behind my back, and felt free to say and do whatever she wanted without worry. As she told me later, she just put the webcam and camera out of her mind and acted spontaneously - in other words, she wasn't performing for an audience, just being herself. 

Still, it was a performance worth watching. Frank squeezed her tits through her silky blouse, saying, "I remember how firm and pointy these were that night and, man, was I excited when I got them out in the car. Now, I've seen and felt them dozens of times, but they still excite me." While he was saying this, he was unbuttoning and removing her blouse. Shortly afterwards, the skirt followed and she stood there wearing only her panties, garter belt and hose. He reached for her with the obvious intention of taking her panties off, but she stopped him.

She looked up and him and smiled as she backed away. "You can take these panties off of me, but you can't keep them. These are the panties I wore at my wedding, the ones that Mack took off of me before he took me to bed that night. I put them away carefully with my wedding gown, but I got them out just for tonight. Now you can take them off and take me to bed, the first night that we will sleep together. Tomorrow I will put them back with my wedding gown, worn for two men, my husband and mi amante!"

Frank just stood there for a moment, obviously shocked, and then reached out and embraced Sandy, squeezing her until she could hardly breathe. "My god, Sandy, I don't know what to say! I'm...I'm touched! I can't tell you how honored and privileged I feel! That is a gesture that goes far beyond any intimacy I would have dreamed of. I feel very, very...well, proud, I guess, that you care enough to share that with me!"

They stayed like that, his arms around her as each recovered from that emotional moment. Finally, Frank let go of her, moved back and carefully - and ceremonially, in a way - slipped the panties down. As she stepped out of them, he raised them to his mouth and kissed the panel that had covered her cunt. "I wish I could keep these, but they're going to the place where they belong."

I'll admit that I was startled by that sequence of actions, but I certainly wasn't bothered by it. Frankly, I didn't know that she had preserved those panties with her wedding gown, but they obviously meant something to her. Equally obvious, her sharing them with Frank had an emotional significance greater than the panties, themselves. It was a sort of symbolism that matters - just as sleeping in the marital bed had far more significance than if it was just another mattress or another bed. It was clear from these shared symbols, as well as how close and comfortable they were together, that their relationship was more than just a casual affair. Certainly, a husband spying on his wife could conclude that their marriage was in real trouble. I had no such concerns.

No matter what she did or how deep her feelings for Frank developed, I was completely confident that her love for me would always be paramount. Therefore, I had no qualms about seeing their affection for each other grow. As they became more and more intimate as they shared their love for literature as they worked toward their prelims, I never felt threatened - even when I heard them say, "I love you" as they did that first night sleeping together. Perhaps that sounds as I was unaware of the danger involved, but I just knew Sandy so well, that I saw no danger. Fortunately, and no surprise to me, I was completely correct - or else, I probably would not be writing this journal! 

In any case, wearing only her garter belt and hose, Sandy walked over, pulled the covers down on the bed and sat down. Pantyhose certainly are more convenient, particularly since when wearing them - or tights - a woman doesn't have to worry overly much about her skirt. However, they remove one of the little pleasures that men have enjoyed for many years - seeing what is supposed to be hidden. 

When a woman wearing a skirt sits down and crosses her legs, most men's eyes are drawn like magnets to her knees, instinctively looking for some type of exposure. Maybe it will be a hose top, or better, a flash of thigh and supporters - or maybe the real prize, a glimpse of panties. The ultimate, of course is to see hair or cunt lips if there are no panties. It's amazing how such a little revelation can send a charge through a man's libido. Many women, of course, also get a thrill out of that "accidental" flash. Pantyhose and tights completely do away with that relatively innocent pleasure. Looking all the way up a woman's skirt shows nothing but more pantyhose.

An even better erotic display was the view Frank had of Sandy. Seeing a woman nude except garter belt and hose is even better than seeing her completely naked in some ways. Seeing the hose ending in the dark rings - or sometimes lace - of the hose tops, giving way to smooth bare thighs is erotic. Then there are the slim supporters running up those thighs, attached to the garter belt and framing the triangle of pubic hair that shelters her cunt. When a woman - at least most women - walks around dressed, or undressed, in that way, she is giving him a most private and provocative view of her body which she would give only to someone with whom she is intimate - or, perhaps, wants to be.

As described earlier, Sandy always wore a garter belt and hose when going out in the evening for she was well aware of their appeal and they just made her feel better dressed and sexier although she was normally too modest for that "accidental" display that many women enjoyed. However she did get pleasure from knowing that I liked the view and she also aware, from the way his eyes followed her, that Frank reacted the same way. She also knew that it was sexy for a man to see a woman sit down, unfasten the supporters and, raising her leg, roll the stocking down her leg - which she started to do.

Watching through the webcam, I saw that he had virtually paused in his own undressing as he stared intently as she continued with what was really a mundane task. He never took his eyes off of her until she finished and lay back on the bed, now totally naked. She had done the same thing the last time in the suite, but seeing her in her own bedroom, sitting on her own bed made that mundane act very erotic and exciting. Breaking free from his entranced state, he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. Instead of, as she expected, joining her on the bed, he hesitated. "Sandy, I just came here from watching a tight basketball game in a hot fieldhouse. I'd like to take a quick shower before I come to bed."

"Sure, Frank, that will be no problem." Getting up, she continued, "I'll get you a wash cloth and towel."

As she walked past her, he pulled her to him, fondling her breast. "Why don't you join me?"

She giggled, a sound that was so familiar to me, replying, "I just had a shower an hour ago, but I guess another one won't hurt me. You can wash my back!"

"I'll wash anything you want!"

They disappeared into the bathroom and, of course, I couldn't see or hear anything that went on, but it wasn't a quick shower. They came out of the bathroom with his arm around her, both obviously highly aroused by their shared showers. Frank's cock was projecting out like a torpedo and Sandy's face was flushed as she rubbed against him. She looked up at him and said, coquettishly, "Well, we know that neither of us has any parts that haven't been thoroughly explored and thoroughly washed! What happens next?" 

"Now, as you put it earlier, I'm going to take my adulterous mistress and fuck her in her marital bed!"

Obviously overcome by sexual desire and with a look on her face that I had rarely seen before, Sandy fell back on the bed, raised and spread her legs and replied seductively, "Yes, take your mistress! Fuck my married cunt and come inside of me!"

That, of course, is exactly what happened. The webcam on the TV was from the foot of the bed and when she lay back and raised her legs, it was obvious that her cunt was already open and ready with the lips pulled back. When Frank mounted her, putting her legs on his shoulders, all I could see at first was his buttocks with his balls below as he pounded into her. It was a frantic fucking with both of them more than ready as he entered her. As the intensity grew, however, he was further up on her, raising her hips even higher, permitting me to actually see the meeting of cock and cunt. I could even see her asshole as she held her cunt up, welcoming the battering that it was taking. She was bent double with her crotch almost horizontal and his cock was plunging down into her. I couldn't see details as well as the camera would show, but it was more than adequate as they exploded almost together. It was fascinating as they finished. He slumped down on her, mashing her into a flattened ball with her legs held up and spread. Of the most interest, however, was that in that position, not moving, I could clearly see his cock embedded in her cunt. It was really different, seeing the two of them joined together by that extraordinarily intimate connection.

Of course, that didn't hold for long - Sandy was unquestionably being crushed - and Frank pulled out of her and lay beside her. They lay there for some time, cuddling together, talking quietly and intimately. Frankly, I felt out of place and guilty, hearing that very private conversation. I was tempted to just turn the webcam off and go to bed, leaving them to their love-making, but I did want to see when the actually went to bed. Finally, Sandy pulled away and said, "I have to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. I'm getting sleepy." She did just that, followed by Frank taking his overnight bag in and doing the same thing.

Neither took long and, shortly, they were in bed together, under the covers, ready to sleep together, i.e. actually sleep. Sandy had turned off all but a nightlight, so all I could see was the spot in the middle of the bed where they obviously were tight together. There was quite a bit of kissing and still some quiet talking and as they gradually ran down. 

The final things that I heard clearly were Sandy saying, "I love being your mistress! Your married mistress!"

"I love being 'tu amante,' - your lover!"

The following morning I woke up early - via a hotel wakeup call - because I had an 8:00 AM session that I wanted to attend. Needless to say, I got my Ipad out and turned the webcam to see what was going on back in my bedroom. I found Sandy and Frank still sound asleep, tight against each other in the center of our bed. I'll admit that seeing them like that sent an unexpected wave of something close to jealousy through me, but it passed quickly. I knew that they had gone to bed nude and, obviously, they had stayed that way. I really wanted to stay and watch them wake up and see how their first morning together went. I knew that for Sandy waking up naked with an equally naked Frank up against her was going to be a shock for a few moments until her mind really was awake. I took my Ipad with me to the session and I was tempted to maintain the webcam connection but I beat down the temptation.

I had given Sandy the list of sessions I would be attending plus their times, so I wasn't surprised when my phone vibrated, telling me quietly that I had a call.

"Hi, honey. Can you talk now?"

"Yeah, my meeting was over about 10:00 and I'm sitting in the cafeteria having some coffee. How did it go?"

"Wonderfully! Frank just left and he's coming back this afternoon and we're going to start going over the reading list more carefully and maybe divide up some of the articles between us. Were you watching last night? I assumed that you were."

"I watched until you settled down with the lights off. Then, I looked in on you this morning early and you were still asleep. That was quite a thing, seeing the two of you actually sleeping together in our bed!"

"Did...did you like it?

"It was very sexy and 'no' to your next question, it didn't bother me at all. And nothing I saw last night bothered me.'

"Oh, Mack, I'm so happy! I was afraid that I might have gone too far with the things I said. I just let myself go and said and did the things that felt right at the time, but you know how I worry after the fact. Like...like...well, like my wedding panties. That excited me last night, but worried me this morning. And, it felt so right last night calling myself his mistress and saying that he could fuck his adulterous mistress in her marital bed! This morning I wondered if that was too much!"

"You certainly are going well past what you've done before, but I told you to be yourself. You obviously have moved your relationship to a whole new level, but I have no problem with that. When he fucked you that first time in the car, it was just a sex act. The second time you took the next step and were willingly entered a relationship. I knew that if you continued that relationship it would become more than physical and it has obviously become more personal and emotional. As I said long ago, you are not a 'hook-up' type of person. So if you want to consider yourself to be his mistress, his 'married, adulterous mistress' as you called it, I have no objection and, actually, it sounds kind of sexy! The same thing goes for the panties - if you enjoy showing and wearing them as a symbol of your relationship, go ahead."




Sandy and Frank Ch. 11



"Gods, honey, as I just said, you're wonderful. I'm really having fun with this and it's even better that I can share it with you rather than trying to bottle it up inside! I hadn't even thought of the panties until I ran across the box with my wedding gown when I was rummaging through my closet last week. I still had the box out and Frank saw it this morning and asked me to put it on to see what I looked like. I'm not sure how it would fit, but I'm tempted - what do you think?"

"Sandy, you wear, do or say anything you want! If I ever have any trepidations, I will tell you, but until I do, you, as I said, should just be yourself. Now, I assume that you did something this morning."

"Oh, yeah, we did quite a bit. It was..."

"Wait, honey. Sorry to interrupt but several people are headed over here. We're going to the next session together. I'll try to call you back after lunch."

"Ok, dear. Remember that Frank's coming over this afternoon. Bye, hon."

I did call when I finally got back to my room, but, by the time I did, Frank was back, so our conversation was somewhat limited. She told me that he had just arrived and that the two of them were in the living room and that they were involved in discussing some of the books they had to read. We talked a little while about my day and, as soon as we signed off, I quickly turned on the living room webcam and they were actually sitting there calmly discussing some writer's work - boring! However, just before I had to leave for the even more boring speeches at the annual banquet, I checked in again and, while they were still talking Spanish lit, Sandy had changed to a thin, silky robe and Frank was fondling her tits as they talked. It was obvious that their whole afternoon had not been boring!

I attended the banquet, ate the usual mass produced food, listened to the mind-numbing speeches and, finally, was able to get back to my room about 10:30 just as Sandy came into the bedroom alone, still wearing the same robe, and shut the door behind her. She went into the closet and came back carrying a box which, I discovered when she placed it on the bed, contained her wedding gown and associated clothing. She took the robe off and hesitating, looked over at the TV and quietly said, "I hope that you're looking and won't mind this!"

She reached into the box and pulled out a white garter belt and put it on, followed by sitting down and pulling on a pair of white nylon stockings and a pair of white shoes. Next was a white bra, commenting, "My breasts must be a bit bigger than they were - this is a little tight. Now what did I do with those panties last night? Oh, here they are." She pulled out a bouffant petticoat and attempted to fluff it up. "Damn, this has really been flattened out and won't hold my skirt out enough. Oh well." Then, the wedding gown, itself. I hadn't seen it since our wedding day and I, of course, had never seen her put it on until now. It undoubtedly had creases and certainly wasn't as crisp as it had been - it had lain in that box for years - but when she finally struggled into it, it and she were lovely. She had a hard time getting the zipper up and went into the bathroom to adjust everything and came out looking quite pleased. She went back to the box and discovered that she even had retrieved her garter and slid it up her leg. Finally, she lifted her veil out and put it on and looked much like the bride I had married.

"Looking at the TV again, "What do you think, honey? Do I look as good as I did then? I feel very good in it and it still fits perfectly. You said that you didn't mind, and the idea of my lover seeing, and maybe taking me, in my wedding gown really excites me! It's undoubtedly perverse but it really excites me. Damn, I hope that you're watching and will enjoy it too. Wait, I've got to know!"

She hurried over and got her phone and a few seconds later, mine began to ring. I looked at the caller and answered, "Yes, honey I'm watching. You look beautiful!"

"Oh Mack, thank you. I thought that you would be back at your room watching but I feel so much better knowing. I do look nice?"

"Honey, you look just as you did when we were married! Beautiful! Now go enjoy yourself. Put on a show! I love you!"

"I'll try. I love you too!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 12



She hung up, checked herself in the mirror one more time, and, opening the door, called down to Frank, "All right, you can come up now."

She backed up until she was standing away from the bed in front of some bookcases and stood there until he came into the room. I have no idea as to what he was expecting, but his face had a stunned expression as he saw her. His mouth gaped open and he just stood there, speechless, until he was finally gasp out, "My god, Sandy, you're beautiful!" He didn't say another word as he just stood there, frozen by his admiration for her.

She stepped forward a few feet and revolved slowly and gracefully, overcome herself by his reaction. "You like seeing your mistress in her bridal gown"

Finally, breaking free from his shocked immobility, Frank hurried forward and, standing directly in front of her, reverently lifted her veil and gently kissed her. "My mistress is absolutely lovely! Any man would be thrilled to find a bride walking down the aisle toward him! And then to have that bride as my mistress is beyond belief."

Sandy sat down on the end of the bed and said, with a provocative smile, "There is an old custom - the groom taking the bride's garter off. Shouldn't a lover have the same privilege?" With that, she slowly pulled her long white skirt up in invitation. Without hesitation, Frank knelt down on one knee and reached up under her skirt, pushing it up higher as he did so. His hand slid up her leg, well above her knee before he encountered her garter and, as he did so, she lifted her leg, exposing her thigh above the long white stocking. Very carefully and slowly, Frank put his fingers under the garter and slid it down her legs, but, from the angle of his head, it was obvious that his eyes were elsewhere. The webcam was too high to do so, but from his kneeling position, he undoubtedly could see right up to her panties.

She lightly laughed, actually tittered, as she said, "I wasn't quite as open as this with Mack and the guests! That's a lover-only view!"

"That's a good thing! Mack would have been embarrassed to stand up! Look at what you did to me." Getting to his feet, Frank showed her what was an obvious erection showing through his pants. "I've seen you naked, but seeing your panties under your wedding gown really is having an impact!"

She giggled. "I can see that. Very flattering! How about this?" Standing up and moving away from the bed, she reached down, grasped the hem of her skirt, pulled it to her knees and slowly raised it higher. It reached her hose tops and thighs, revealing the white supporters which were decorated with small white bows with delicate blue centers. As the skirt rose, the eye followed those supporters until, finally, the panties from last night and the matching garter belt were revealed. 

She stood there, holding her bunched-up skirt to her waist. It was unbelievably erotic, seeing her like that. As the groom, I had not seen her in her bridal gown before the wedding and, afterwards, there was nothing of the seductive or tantalizing element as there was between Sandy and Frank. She held her position as he stared ardently at her exposed body until he moved forward, dropping to his knee again as he reached in and drew her panties down. As she lifted her feet so they could be moved completely, he leaned in and kissed the hair above her clit and, as she spontaneously moved her pelvis forward to meet him, the clit, itself. 

He stood up again and stepped back as she held her pose, virtually naked with that feminine triangle of pubic hair framed by her garter belt and supporters. He obviously was entranced by the scene as he looked at her, saying, "Seeing you like that confirms a feeling I've had for years about the way newly-married couple act after the wedding when they are alone. The groom somehow gets out of the way while the bride undresses and puts on a sheer nightgown or negligee to welcome her new husband and consummate their marriage. I have always thought that it would be sexier to fuck your bride while she was still in her wedding gown! I saw a movie a long time ago in which a former lover snuck into the bride's bedroom and, throwing her on the bed, raised her skirt and fucked her while the groom was in the next room. Seeing that long, white skirt thrown up, seeing her panties coming down and him getting between her legs and fucking her - well, that image has stuck in my mind. Damn, if you were my bride looking the way you do, I would want to do it that way!" 

"Why Frank! That would be positively indecent. Then, giggling, "Well that groom undoubtedly found her well lubricated! Heavens, what a thing to say - I'm as bad as you are!" She paused for almost a full minute as wildly inappropriate thoughts roiled her mind, finally, saying, shyly, "Would you like to fuck your mistress in her wedding gown?" 

Frank just stared at her for a moment, obviously shocked by her astonishing offer, but, recovering rapidly, he moved forward and, taking her in his arms, kissed her deeply before replying, "I can't think of anything that would make me happier right now than taking my lovely mistress and fucking her in her wedding gown." He stepped back and undressed while she, still holding her skirt at her waist, lay back on the bed. The expression on her face was one again that is impossible to describe adequately. It was a combination of love, lust, anticipation, eagerness and other things I couldn't describe. One thing that definitely was not there was guilt - she was hot and ready!" 

Frank came down and kissed her again before moving down between her legs to take her. Seeing your wife lying on her back, legs spread and raised, ready to be mounted by another man is always (at least from limited my experience with Sandy) both erotic and disturbing at the same time. In my case, the pangs of jealousy were there, but mild and way in the background, while the erotic element was very strong. Seeing Sandy lying there in her wedding gown added something to both elements. I couldn't ignore the symbolism of the gown or that she was willingly committing adultery in our marital bed while wearing it. However, any qualms I had were buried under the excitement generated by the carnal and sensual act taking place before me. 

As he moved between her legs, I got a quick view of her vagina, the lips already pulled open, the crimson center dark and ready, before he blocked the view as he prepared to take her. Sandy rarely was verbally expressive when screwing, but the situation was such that it overcame her normal self-control. From my angle, I, of course, couldn't see the penetration as he entered her, but I heard Sandy cry out, "Oh yes, take your mistress! Take your married mistress! Fuck my married cunt! I'm your bride tonight! Fuck your bride in her bridal gown!" These cries were interspersed with moans and groans of pleasure as Frank pounded into her. 

He reciprocated by interjecting his own, if fewer, wild statements - "Yes, I'm fucking my mistress, my married mistress. You're by bride tonight. I'm fucking my married bride!" As the intensity mounted, the exclamations lessened, giving way to more incoherent sounds, although, as the climax approached, Sandy could be heard crying, "Yes, come inside of me. Come inside my married cunt! Come in your bride's cunt!" Afterwards, when looking at the camera recording, Sandy was shocked and embarrassed to hear herself, particularly her continual reference to her married status. She admitted that the thought of being married and being fucked by another man had a shocking appeal to her, but she had no recollection of uttering such things. However, it was obvious that being wicked, even adulterous, appealed to her while engaged in sex. As a result of this, a positive outcome, she became much freer when the two of us were having sex to say things, even "dirty" things, which really turned her on. 

In any case, Frank did just what she demanded - he shot cum deep into her as they writhed and thrashed in orgasm, their pubic bones held firmly together as he jetted into her. Actually, as she commented later, she was usually in the midst of orgasm before he got there which worked out perfectly this time. He lay on her for a short time, recovering, and, after a brief kiss pulled back out of her and dropped beside her. Then, suddenly, surprising her, he got to his feet, saying, "Don't move!" 

Reaching down to his pants, he pulled out his phone and took a picture of her lying there, spread open, virtually naked, and obviously freshly fucked. He moved to the bottom of the bed and took one or two more before he asked her to raise and spread her legs for several others. Finally, he lay down beside her again and they looked, together, at some extraordinarily sexy - actually pornographic - pictures of a clearly recognizable Sandy MacAndrew lying there after adulterous sexual intercourse.

"My god, Frank, make sure that no one ever sees those! You'd better just delete them!" 

"Don't worry, dear, I'll make sure they're safe. I'll download them to my computer and put them in an encrypted file - no one will see my mistress-bride except my mistress-bride herself! Here, I'll send them to my computer now!" 

That "mistress-bride" designation melted her concern and, it was easy to see, sent a wave of affection through her as she reached up and pulled him to her for a kiss. "Ok, but just make sure that you delete them from your phone before an accident happens - like accidently hitting 'send!' First, though, also send them, very carefully, to my computer so I'll have proof of how completely you've debouched me! Now, I'd better get up. I don't want my gown to be any more wrinkled than I can help." 

She stood up and let her skirt fall into place and paused to let him have one more look at her. "Wait. Put your veil back on! I want a picture of you." She did as he asked, and he took several shots with and without the veil. "Now, hold the skirt up." 

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Frank! This is indecent!" Nonetheless, she shortly was posing with her skirt up above her triangle of hair, smiling impudently at her lover. "Come on, Frank, that's enough, I...damn, look at my leg! I've got stuff running down it! It's leaking out of me!" 

"Wait, one more! That looks very sexy!" 

"Come on, I want to get my gown off before it gets messed up! This is just like when you had me in the office." With Frank's help, particularly with the back zipper, Sandy was soon standing there in her bouffant petticoat and bra - and he insisted on a picture of that! She did look very sexy with the petticoat flaring out like a ball gown with just the white bra on top. She removed the bra and slid the petticoat down her legs and stepped out of it. "Oh my god, look at my thighs - they're wet and it's even into my hose tops. How much stuff did you put into me?" Reaching down, she picked up the petticoat and looked inside. "That's what I was afraid of - look, it's wet, too! Well, you certainly marked your territory - in me, on me and on my clothes! I hope you're happy!" 

Fortunately for Frank, all of that was said with an impish grin, removing any thought of true annoyance. "I like seeing my mistress with my cum dripping out of her! It proves that our affair most certainly has been consummated. Now, one more picture with you almost naked and with the evidence showing!" He then reached for her and gently kissed her, saying, "Sandy, dear, that was wonderful! I'll never forget this night! Damn, I wish I could have your panties as a ...I don't know..." 

"I know - another trophy! I don't think that either of us will forget this night! But, you still can't have my wedding panties. Wait, I know!" She hurried over to her lingerie drawer and selected a pair of lacy white panties similar to her wedding panties. "These are pretty close to the others and I'll wear them tonight - I'm definitely not going to stuff tissues into my cunt this time! You can have this pair as a trophy with real proof that you had me and filled me up with your cum. Will that do?"  

"It certainly will! You're a sweetheart! Now, will you be able to wash you petticoat - there's quite a bit of stuff there. I'm sorry about that." 

"No, these things aren't washable because that would remove the stiffness that causes that bouffant effect that holds the bridal gown out. Of course, as you can see, it has these three hoops do most of that. It probably could be dry cleaned - boy, what would the cleaner think of those marks! Anyway, I think that I'll just leave your stuff on it. I actually think that I'm glad it's there - somehow, it just seems right. I've worn that gown for two men, one to marry and one to love as his mistress. It just seems right!" 

"Sandy, you're unbelievable! I can't think of anything that could be more touching or more of a commitment. Never doubt that I love my mistress! Since you're already married and love your husband, I'll have to settle for you being my mistress, but second place is not too bad." He put his arms around her and they stood there for some time sharing what could only be described as a long, loving kiss. 

It was quite a scene and, actually, I'm surprised that I had no misgivings or apprehensions, but I just didn't. I suppose that it sounds as if I had a tremendous ego - as if I was so superior that I felt no threat - but, honestly, it wasn't that. I think that I knew, despite what was going on, that Sandy really was faithful to me. I know that that sounds ludicrous as she stood there with his cum trickling down her thighs, but I was certain that everything she was doing was secondary to our relationship. That was why I felt perfectly comfortable with her having what was clearly a loving affair. Happily, as I said before, I was right and our relationship is stronger than ever, but, in retrospect, it's not a path that I would recommend to someone else. 

Finally, Sandy pulled away, smiled and said, "Let me put these panties on and we can go back downstairs and have desert - I have a chocolate pudding cake - before we go to bed." She gave her usual giggle, adding, "Isn't that interesting? I just say 'before we go to bed' as if it's just another night - no big deal! Oh yeah, let me get these hose off and wash my legs before we go." 

I lay there in my hotel bed watching TV until they came back into the bedroom sometime before 1:00 AM. It was fascinating to see them acting so normal, almost as if they had been together for years, not actually only a limited number of episodes over eleven months. They came in chatting away about, of all things, Cervantes and Don Quixote and the role of Sancho Panza! Hardly the erotic conversations a couple would be expected to have on only their second night together. However, those prelims were looming large. As would be expected, that academic discussion ended quickly as they entered their "love nest." 

Frank grabbed her playfully and they fell onto the bed, he laughing, she giggling, as they wrestled around. After a few minutes, Sandy broke away, grabbing his hard cock and gasping out, "I have a feeling that you plan to put this in me and fill me up again! As I said before, you're insatiable - you've already had me three times today! You'll wear me out! I feel like a little pony - I've been mounted and ridden" 

"And if I could mount and ride you ten times a day I would and your cunt would survive nicely! Now, get that cute little ass over here and we'll go for four - or else I'll spank that cute little ass! No, if you're my little pony, maybe I should use a whip!" 

"Yes sir! My cute little ass doesn't want to be spanked or whipped, so you may have my cunt again whenever you're ready! Let me get these damp panties off and you can fuck your mistress again - your adulterous mistress in her marital bed." 

That, of course, is exactly what happened. She lay flat on her back and, without instruction, calmly raised and spread her legs in invitation. Needless to say, her invitation was accepted as Frank slid his cock all the way into her with one thrust. "Someone seems to be ready to be fucked, you are very wet. Obviously, a very loose woman. Obviously promiscuous." 

"'Ha! I am a fragile, virtuous woman who has been seduced and corrupted. I am wet because that seducer has spent hours pumping lubricant into my delicate and dainty little cunt! 

For me, sometimes it was difficult to recognize this vivacious, impudent little woman who was engaged to this verbal byplay, as my normally inhibited wife. To lie there, naked and being fucked and, at the same time, exchanging quips and jibes with her lover - well, this was a different Sandy. It was a side of her personality that I had rarely seen and one that clearly represented the effect of this new extracurricular and extramarital sexual relationship. There was an increased self-confidence and freedom which was fun to see. Certainly, making a statement like that last one would have been inconceivable before not long ago! 

This byplay ended, of course, as their mutual passion grew and, shortly, there were only the expected moans, gasps and sighs. I had seen this several times now; but it was never boring. Porn movies and videos actually become boring as you see the same in and out thrusts combined with the ritualistic, and phony, dialogue and noises. Somehow, seeing the same act that is real, and without the obvious script, is never boring - particularly, of course, if the woman is your wife! 

Actually, I was looking forward to seeing this sexual intercourse again from the camera recording - as well as the others in bed. As said before, the view from the webcam was from the bottom of the bed, meaning that I had a view between Sandy's legs as she prepared to be mounted and, then, Frank's buttocks and balls as he took her. The camera angle, however, would be mostly from the side and I would be able to see Sandy all the way through the screwing, from initial penetration to orgasm and after. I really enjoyed seeing her reaction as he entered, watching her move toward that orgasm and, at last, see her out-of-control explosion as she came. When I was fucking her, I was not really aware of her facial expressions - that tense, open-mouthed, lost-in-arousal look as her excitement built toward climax. It was also fascinating to see her body reacting - surging upwards, writhing and twisting as she welcomed the cock plunging into her. And then, finally, her face contorting and grimacing as the peak was reached and she ground her cunt upward against her lover! And, at last, the sigh as if the air had left her body as she slumped back, satiated and satisfied! 

I guess all of that confirms me as a type of "wife watcher," but, I'll insist, not a classic example. Yes, I find watching to be sexually arousing, but my real pleasure comes not from my own arousal but from watching Sandy's reactions as she enjoys the physical bliss that she gets from being fucked. I had always made sure that she was satisfied when we had sex and, while this may seem strange to many, maybe most, readers, I was extremely happy to see her get that same satisfaction when Frank had her. Again, it may be hard to believe, but I never had a desire to masturbate for my own pleasure as I watched her being taken. On the other hand, our sex afterwards, particularly seeing the recording and talking about her experiences, was extremely intense and fulfilling. Make of that what you will. 

There is one other point that perhaps should be made. Many women, and men, for that matter, insist on equality in their feelings about, and description of, sexual activity. They insist on saying, every time, that "they" fuck or "they" screw or whatever. They will even say, on occasion that she does the fucking and is in control - which, of course is true in, for example, bondage. However, I write this from Sandy's point of view. She always thought of the sexual activity in a different way - she was being taken, was being had. He was fucking, screwing, or even, "making" her, whether it involved her husband or her lover. Afterwards, she would snuggle up to the man who, metaphorically, at least, had mastered or dominated her. She would lie there, feeling submissive and enjoying that feeling. Understand, she was not a weak or subservient person, anything but. I watched her debating academic points of real significance - to them, at least -with Frank, and, if anything, she was dominant. It was only in that one area that she liked, psychologically, to be the little, fragile and vulnerable woman.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 12



So, in any case, Frank had "mounted" her and was "having" her for their mutual satisfaction. Finally, he froze against her and ejected what was, apparently, his fourth load of sperm for the day into her inter recesses. As usual, he lay on her for a minute or so and then raised up on his elbows and looked down at her. She smiled up at him and he leaned down and kissed her. "You know, I don't know if I've ever come four times in a day - certainly not in a single woman." 

"Well, how many times have you come in more than one woman in a single day? That sounds interesting!" Sandy had a big grin on her face as she lay there under him, his shrinking cock still in her cunt. 

"You know, it might be a good idea to spank you after all. You are quite impertinent, considering your very vulnerable position!" 

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Your mistress offers her abject apology for my disrespectful and insolent remark. I have no right to question my lover as to how many women he had fucked in one day! Please don't spank me!" 

"That's better. Show me proper respect. Now, back to my original comment. I have never come four times in a day because I've never had such a lovely and loving sweetheart of a mistress - and I'm certain that I will never have such a woman again." 

As might be expected, Sandy was shocked at such an unanticipated and deeply affectionate statement as he went from jocular give-and-take comments - threating to spank her - to what could only be seen as an expression of real tenderness. She looked at his face, so close to hers, and saw a great deal more than just friendship and sexual attraction. She put her hands on his face, one on each side, and pulled it down and kissed him with real passion, gasping out afterwards, "Oh Frank, you're wonderful! What a sweet thing to say!" Kissing him again, she blurted out, "Oh, I love you!" 

His response, of course, was, "I love you too!" Followed by another passionate kiss. Suddenly, as Sandy told me later, a sort of red flag went up in her mind and, instinctively, she decided to lower the emotional level between them. Hugging him in response to his statement, she pulled away a bit, saying, "Now, you had better get off of me! I think that my cunt is overflowing again and we'll soak the bed!" 

As it happened, she was quite correct and a wet spot just where she was lying was beginning to spread. "See what you did?" 

"Me, I didn't cause that! I put the stuff right where it belonged, way up in your cunt - you should have kept it there!" 

"Sure, blame the victim! Here, I'll put these panties back on until your flood stops running. Damn, the wet spot is on my side of the bed! When Mack and I do it, I always get up pretty quickly to prevent that, but you pinned me down." 

"I love pinning you down, and, besides, you won't be sleeping way over there, anyway!" Out of all this, one thing was evident - these two enjoyed their mock arguments and, once again, they were surprisingly comfortable with each other and with subjects that well could have been embarrassing, e.g. Sandy's dripping cunt, a subject which they returned to after they had used the bathroom and prepared for bed. 

Sandy was still wearing the panties that she had put on to absorb the outflow from her cunt. Stopping beside the bed, she pulled them down, checked between her legs and announced, "Well, it looks like nothing else is coming out, so I guess I don't have to wear these to bed. My heavens, feel how wet they are! They're pretty messy, but if you want them as a major trophy, they will be dry by morning giving proof of what you did to me. Wait, I want to go in and rinse myself off." Coming back, she slipped into bed beside Frank and said, "You know, I looked at those panties again and from the quantity of stuff, actually sperm, on them, it's a damn good thing that I'm on the pill now! With the diaphragm, it's not safe to be fucked more than once without taking it out and cleaning both it and my cunt. You've had me four times today and unless we were more careful than we probably would have been, you might well have a pregnant mistress right now!" 

"Thank god you went on the pill!" He grinned at her, saying, "If I had gotten you pregnant it just might possibly have caused us a problem!" He hesitated and finally added, "I want to ask you a personal question. Don't try to answer it if it's too personal."

"Ok."

"We screwed before we went down and ate the cake and we came back up, oh, about forty-five minutes later. That meant that probably we were having sex about an hour after the first time - which really isn't much time to recover and to be able to do it again. I'm surprised at myself! When I put my cock into you, I slid in as if you were freshly lubricated, which you were. I couldn't believe how wet you were. I don't want to pry into you marital relations, but did Mack ever enter you when you were...well, freshly fucked?' 

"That is a very personal question, but I think that our relationship is something more than a casual affair and there are very few things that I would not be willing to tell you. The answer is yes - several times. He often is only sleeping lightly and when I come into the room he wakes up and...and we have sex." 

"Has he noticed how wet you are?" 

"Yes, but he's not suspicious - or at least he's never said anything. Frankly, the only thing I've worried about is having marked up tits!" 

"Well, that's a relief, for I certainly noticed it tonight when I put it in you. But, now that you've mentioned it, I should have the privilege of putting a love mark beneath the left nipple on my mistress's lovely tit!" 

"You want me to get in trouble! Ok, mi amante, mark your mistress's tit and then let's go to sleep. I'm tired. You wore me out!" 

Yes, it was late and I was glad when they finally went to bed. The surprising thing for me, as I've noted often before, was just how comfortable they were with each other. Sure, they had been having sex off and on for almost a year, but it had been sporadic and largely confined to relatively short periods with real time constraints. Here they were, completely free with each other in their conversation and, even more surprising, completely comfortable with their bodies. Sandy was basically a shy woman yet she seemed to be at ease with Frank as she is with me. She kidded about Frank putting "stuff" up her cunt and having it leak out with absolutely no hesitation or embarrassment. 

They had slept together for a grand total of one night, but you would assume that they had done so for years by how ordinary their actions were. No hesitation, no ceremony, no big deal - just going to bed. Frank was already in bed, naked, and Sandy, also naked and having just washed her cunt, calmly walked across the floor, turned out the light, slid into bed beside him and cuddled up as if this was a normal nighttime routine. Then, in an equally relaxed way, they shared pillow talk about possible pregnancy and whether her husband had noticed anything! Then, after sharing a quiet kiss and saying "I love you," they shifted against each other, snuggling together, and quickly went to sleep. I watched them for a few more minutes and went to sleep, myself.  

I had nothing Sunday morning until a brunch meeting at 11:00 so I was in no hurry. I turned the webcam on a little after 8:30 and they were still sound asleep, still tight against each other. She obviously hadn't turned the thermostat down and it must have been warm because the covers had been pushed down below her tits. One of Frank's arms was underneath her and her head was resting on his shoulder. His other arm was resting on her just below her waist. It was a peaceful scene and, considering the circumstances, quite erotic. There was my wife sleeping peacefully with another man. No drama, no making love - just quietly sleeping. 

I carried the Ipad into the bathroom and shaved and did my teeth while I waited for action which finally came when Sandy stirred about a little after 9:00. She opened her eyes and snuggled a bit closer to Frank, obviously completely aware of whom she was in bed with - no double take necessary! A few seconds later, the arm around her tightened and his hand came up and cupped her tit. They stayed that way for several minutes, each seeming to enjoy the quiet moment, until Sandy pulled away, making the personal, but unromantic, statement, "I've got to go to the bathroom!" 

A few minutes later, she came back, obviously having "freshened up" and combed her hair. He, of course, had the same need and, as she had, came back out with the "just awake" appearance gone. Sandy was back in bed awaiting him and they immediately indulged in the things that lovers do - hugging, fondling kissing - and, without any formality or discussion, Sandy just rolled onto her back, raised and spread her legs and, equally without comment, Frank mounted her and their first fucking of the day was underway. An uninvolved observer would have assumed that they habitually slept together and that they were long-time lovers - married or not. Obviously, Sandy knew without words when they were ready, he took her without ceremony and they enjoyed sexual intercourse as if they had done it for years - almost routine. 

They lay there together for another fifteen minutes of so, quietly talking and enjoying being together in bed savoring the experience. Finally, Sandy pulled away and, resting on her elbow, suggested, "Why don't we take a shower and then have some breakfast? I'm hungry." It was sexy, watching them crawl out of bed, both still naked, of course, and walk into the bathroom with his arm around her. I showered at the same time, but my shower was considerably less interesting and romantic. They took considerably longer - surprise! - and I was dressed by the time they came out. Sandy put on the negligee she had worn yesterday and she gave Frank one of my robes and they went down to breakfast and I headed off to my brunch. That was much less romantic, too!  

I finally got away and headed home, and, while stopping for gas, I decided to give Sandy a call to tell her that I would be home in about an hour. I thought it best not to be entering the driveway when Frank was pulling out! She was glad to get the call, but somehow she sounded somewhat preoccupied, so I asked, without any particular inflection, "Are you busy now?" 

"Yeah, dear, I'm into something right now and I'll see you soon, anyhow!" 

"Ok, honey. Finish whatever you're doing and I'll see you in an hour." 

I had a feeling that it was not so much that she was into something, but, rather, something was into her! I pulled into the driveway, happy to see that no car was there, drove into the garage and went in to see my loving, but adulterous, wife. She was still wearing the negligee that I had seen her put on earlier as she came up to me for a greeting kiss. "Did you have a good time while I was gone? You weren't lonely were you?" 

"Oh, you know me. I've just been sitting around reading and watching TV. It's boring being alone in this great big house!" That was too much and she broke out laughing. "Actually, I've felt like a movie ...no, a porn star putting out on TV to a very appreciative audience! Did you like the show? Was it sexy enough?" 

"Honey, you put on an X-rated performance that was beyond belief! Did I interrupt something when I called you?" 

"Boy, did you! He was fucking me and just when we were getting to the explosion point, the phone rang! Talk about being brought down to earth in a hurry! I looked over at the phone and said, 'It's Mack! I have to answer!' He slowed down, but kept his cock in me, slowly moving in and out, while we talked. I was actually being fucked while I was talking to my husband! I hung up and we went on with the screwing and, truthfully, I think the interruption really got us going. Afterwards we were laughing about being "caught. I even said, 'Think about it - you were fucking your mistress while she was talking to her husband on the phone! Pretty wild!" That was quite an experience." 

"I thought that that was probably going on! Now, after your show for three days and two nights, and, since your lover is gone, your husband would like some action if Frank hasn't completely worn you out!" 

"Well, I was fucked four times yesterday and twice today so my cunt probably is a bit sore, but it really wants its rightful owner to use it, anyway. However, you'll find it very wet, full and freshly fucked! You won't believe this - no, probably you will, the way I've changed - but after Franked finished in me and he was getting dressed, I giggled as I said, 'Well, you've lubricated me again! I'm ready for when Mack comes home!' 

"Oh, he laughed at that and said, 'I'm glad to be of service. Call on me anytime!' So, I'm more than ready - I didn't even make the bed, or, as you said, my 'bed of sin!"' 

As we went into the bedroom, I could see that the bedclothes had just been thrown aside and I knew that it had been freshly used. I had seen them using our marital bed, but seeing the evidence in person rather than through the lens of the webcam really made a difference. Fortunately, rather than being put off or, even appalled as most husbands likely would be, the arousal I had felt while I was in Boston returned. I had enjoyed watching Sandy having sex there. I had enjoyed watching her sleep there. I had enjoyed sharing, vicariously, everything she had done - or had done to her. If anything, the violation of the "sanctity" of the marital bed only added to the enjoyment! 

So, without hesitation or questioning, I ripped off my clothes and prepared to reclaim my wife's body that had been her lover's for three days. I unfastened her negligee and pulled it off, exposing the large hickey below the nipple on her left tit. She saw my eyes going to it and grinned, saying, "He marked me as his mistress again just before he left! Of course, that's not all he did!" 

She lay back on the bed where Frank has fucked her not long before and drew her legs up and open. "I haven't even dried myself!" By any normal standards, she was a mess. Her cunt hair was matted down, her cunt lips were pulled open and the hole, itself, was shiny with what only could be Frank's cum still flowing out. That cum had also found its way down her thighs which were also shiny. "You have a very thoroughly used and lubricated wife! I loved him having me, but now I want my husband to make love to me!" 

Without another word, I mounted her just as I had seen him do and I slid into that very slippery cunt. It was loose from being used so much and so recently and the special lubrication was very slippery, but it felt wonderful and her reaction to me having her was all that could be desired. It didn't take long for my cum to mix with his deep inside her vagina along with a very satisfying mutual orgasm. Her response was very reassuring. "Oh, I love the way he fucks me, but there is just something in the way we fit and act together that makes it just right! It's funny, but adulterous fucking makes me even more aware how special we are together!" 

"Does that mean that you don't need to be his mistress anymore?" 

"No, I love the idea of being his mistress! I love being available to him despite being a married woman - in fact, that's part of the appeal, I guess! I'm married and love my husband yet, I'm another man's mistress! It's fun!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 13



We returned to the real world of class participation, talking about things of interest from my conference, progress in prelim preparation, plus all the minutia of regular, ordinary life. However, that evening we viewed what we really were interested in, the camera recording of Sandy's affair. She had turned the camera on before he was expected on Friday night, so there was a long period, which I fast-forwarded through, where all we saw an empty bedroom. Finally, they walked in and with Frank commenting on the room and asking if she and I slept there and we heard Sandy saying that "You can fuck your mistress in her marital bed! Your adulterous mistress in her marital bed!"

Sandy's response to seeing that was embarrassment. "Gods, I can't believe I said that! I know that I was hot and eager....but, my heavens, what a thing to say!" She was embarrassed, but she admitted hearing herself saying that also excited her. The same feeling continued as she watched Frank undress her, excited but embarrassed at seeing and hearing herself. That was particularly true as she showed, and he removed, her wedding panties! "Oh, Mack, I hadn't planned to go that far. I had to come across the box with my wedding gown by accident and the thought of wearing the panties really excited me, but I never even thought of putting the gown on. I did it Saturday night and I'm afraid I went too far!"

"Come on Sandy! Remember, I watched you talking about the panties and I watched you Saturday night. I know what you did and I'm looking forward to seeing it in HD instead of the webcam quality!"

"Ok, I guess, but the things I did when I was really hot and into it with Frank look so much more daring and....damn, I don't know... immoral...or wicked, I guess!"

"Well, they are immoral and wicked, but you like being wicked!"

"I know, but it's so graphic. And I say things that I meant in the heat of the moment that I would never think of saying – but I'll admit that I enjoyed being wanton and saying inappropriate things."

"That's where you're wrong – your comments were very appropriate under the circumstances! You were saying exactly what you meant! And you were being wanton – look at that!" At that moment on the TV screen, she was walking around the room naked except for her garter belt and hose. Then she sat down and began to take off her hose, and, that done, lay back naked on the bed, waiting for him to come down and take her! She was the epitome of female sexuality at that moment! 

Both Sandy and I stared at the picture, enraptured. "I can't believe I looked like that! I guess I was really being wanton and....it's hard to say this.... I look so seductive and desirable! Oh, I love it! I can hardly believe it's me!"

"Oh, it's you all right! I don't think that you'll find many men who wouldn't get hot and hard looking at you. Look at Frank ripping his clothes off!" At that moment, Frank hesitated, mentioned the shower and, shortly afterwards, they went in to the bathroom together.

"That was fun and totally unexpected! We washed just about every part of each other. You know, that was really intimate because we never really had explored each other. We had done some 'exploring' when we were in the suite, but mostly we were just interested in sex in the time we had together. The last couple of days we had no time constraints so there was a lot more...well...playing around. Friday night was the first time I actually felt and looked at his cock. It was fun in the shower washing his cock and balls."

The recording ran on and, for the first time I – actually we – saw my wife naked on the bed, ready to be fucked. On our bed ready to be fucked! Even more erotic, we heard, as Frank declare, as he joined her on the bed, "I'm going to take my adulterous mistress and fuck her in her marital bed," and, shockingly, she replied, "Fuck my married cunt and come inside of me!"

Beside me, Sandy burst out, "My god, that sounds awful, depraved, but I'll confess that saying things like that sends a thrill through me. I like to say that I'm married, that I'm adulterous, that I'm his mistress – or any combination of those things! You said that I should be myself, but I hardly recognize this 'myself.' It embarrasses me, but I'm watching myself saying those things and, I'll admit, it excites me right now. Hearing him call me his adulterous mistress and that he's going to fuck me in my marital bed really turns me on. Doesn't hearing me say things like that bother you? I know that we're going to hear me say 'I love you' quite a few times – and mean it – and I remember you talking about the difference between 'love' and 'in love,' and I agree with that, but I know that I would hate hearing you say 'I love you' to another woman!"

"Honey, we've been over this before. Logic says that I should be upset as I'm sitting here watching you commit adultery. I should be bothered by you calling yourself his 'married mistress' and those other things – but I'm just not! I don't mind at all hearing you say 'I love you' to him. In fact, all those things arouse me, because I know, without any question that you're 'in love' with me. I just don't feel threatened by any of this. Why am I interested in watching your affair – your love affair? Two reasons, I guess. First, I honestly like seeing you having this experience and being free with it. Even if I got absolutely nothing out of it myself, seeing you enjoying your relationship with Frank would be reason enough to help facilitate it. I just don't see any downside as long as it's discreet. Truthfully, that is the most important reason and, as I said before, any time you've had enough of this clandestine affair, just say so and we'll quit. 

On the other hand, there is the second reason. I discovered, from seeing you being fucked on the seat of that old car, that I enjoy watching you have illicit sex. It appears that many men, who generally are referred to as 'wife watchers,' get great pleasure out of witnessing their wives having sex with other men. Some encourage and even cajole their wives to be unfaithful. I wouldn't go that far, but I'll have to admit that, obviously, I now really enjoy either watching or hearing about your 'indiscretions.' The truth is, you were seduced into adulterous sex, found that you liked it and I found that I liked helping and watching you. We're both depraved and corrupted, but we're having fun and no one is being hurt."

"Ok, sweetheart, you've reassured me again. I think that my problem is that I still believe that I would be insanely jealous if you did anything with another woman!"

"Like that hypothetical amorous and lascivious coed."

"Definitely like that hypothetical amorous and lascivious coed!"

I had paused the recording while we talked, but we returned to the TV as we watched the actual fucking. The camera angle was different from the webcam, as said before – more from the side, so we could see the actual penetration. Neither of us said a word as we stared, enraptured, as they gradually build up to a tremendous – and obviously satisfying – climax. We each let out our bated breath and relaxed as Frank collapsed down on her and lay there flattening her beneath him.

He soon pulled out of her and lay beside her and, more than any time, including their intercourse in the suite, they acted, and seemed to be, actual lovers in the true sense of the term. They didn't speak and were content to just cuddle there, their sexual desire quenched for the moment. After a time they did start talking, almost inaudibly, and I remembered feeling like an interloper before. Neither Sandy nor I said anything and I repressed the urge to turn the sound up to hear that very private conversation.

After a few minutes of this, we heard Sandy, the one on the recording, say that she was sleepy and they got ready for bed. This was new, almost as intimate as the fucking, itself, as they lay beside each other, she reached over and turned out the table lamp, leaving the room dark except from a nightlight. We could still make out their figures as they pulled up the covers, and, as they cuddled together, we could hear their final love words: 

"I love being your mistress! Your married mistress!" 

"I love being 'tu amante,' – your lover!"

They kissed good night and shortly afterwards were asleep. Without fanfare, my wife had gone to sleep in our bed with her lover. It was almost anti-climactic for it seemed that there should have been a ceremony – something to mark a major step in their affair, sleeping together. A first time seemed to deserve something more.

"How did you sleep that first night, honey?"

"Like the proverbial log. I think that I was worn out, mentally, at least. I would have expected to be more surprised, probably shocked, to find myself with another man when I woke up, but I was aware of the circumstances almost immediately. In addition, if I've done something I shouldn't have, my conscience usually strikes and makes me feel guilty and remorseful when I first wake up. This time I felt absolutely nothing like that. I remembered everything I had done and said and I just cuddled up against Frank and dozed off. We both woke up together the next time and we made love and he left a little after 10:00 when I called you.

"Frank came back in mid-afternoon and we had sex again and, afterwards, spent a lot of time talking about lit. We had a pizza delivered and talked some more – I guess that it's not very romantic or sexy to sit around talking about reading lists and articles on Spanish literature but we're both really into that and my prelims are coming. Anyway, we were playing around – my tits were out – getting ready to go up to the bedroom around 11:00. I had gone back and forth about putting on my wedding gown and I finally decided to go for it. I told him to wait downstairs until I called him and came up – well, you saw me putting it on. 

"Ok, there I am coming in and shutting the door. I look nervous! I had been tempted to try it on earlier to make sure that it still fit but I didn't get a chance."

"God, this is sexy watching you put that dress on. You know, I, obviously, saw you in your gown at the wedding and reception, but, to be honest, the whole thing was sort of a blur. You looked beautiful, but I just didn't concentrate of the gown, itself. Of course, I've seen the pictures, but this is the first time I've actually seen it live – and, obviously, this is the first time I've watched you putting it on!"

"Darn, this is fun watching myself. I had two people helping me dress at the wedding and it's much harder doing it myself. Oh, look, here's where I call you! I had hoped that you were watching and I just had to talk to you and, I guess, get your approval."

"You looked beautiful and I certainly gave my enthusiastic approval. I told you to put on a show, and you damn sure did!" We sat there and saw Sandy go to the door and summon Frank up to the room and his reaction was certainly all that she could have desired. We watched, silently, almost holding our breaths as the whole erotic sequence played out in front of us. We knew that it was coming, but we both were still shocked as we heard Sandy say, "Would you like to fuck your mistress in her wedding gown?"

The Sandy lying beside me gasped out, "Good god, I can't believe I said that! I know I did, but I still can't believe it! My mind was going in all directions and of all the things I might have said, that came out! It's what I wanted to say, but I'm still shocked that I did it. If I had been thinking clearly, I undoubtedly would have chickened out! Fortunately, my subconscious was in control!"

We watched intently as the scene played out. From that side angle we could see her cunt and hips framed by the white material of her gown. In addition, as he came down on her we could actually see the penetration. More startling, we listened as she cried out as he entered her, "Oh yes, take your mistress! Take your married mistress! Fuck my married cunt! I'm your bride tonight! Fuck your bride in her bridal gown!" and "Yes, come inside of me. Come inside my married cunt! Come in your bride's cunt!" 

Sandy, watching and hearing herself just sat there stunned. "My god, I don't remember saying those things! Damn, I don't understand why saying thing like that excites me, but it certainly does! It's indecent, but just hearing myself excites me."

We watched the entire screwing until he finally ejaculated deep inside her as they both came. He lay on her for a short time before rolling off and then, abruptly got off the bed and went over to his pants. Suddenly, Sandy spoke up, "Oh yes, this is when he took a bunch of pictures of me. They're supposed to be in the computer – gods, look at me! Those pictures will be obscene! He had better have deleted them from his phone!" A few minutes later, she commented that, "Quite a bit of stuff got on my petticoat, but I think that I'll leave it alone. It's sexy knowing it's there. Oh, and I put those panties on to stop the stuff from running down my legs when we went downstairs and I put them back on after he had me the second time that night. They were absolutely drenched before I finally took them off again before we went to bed. By morning they had dried and the crotch was stiff with 'stuff', his and mine, and he did take them with him as a trophy – real proof that he really had had me." She tittered a bit and confessed, "I even signed them 'Sandy' with the date! A real trophy!"

We watched the rest of the video and I told her how surprised at just how comfortable they were with each other. "To tell you the truth, I feel the same way. I was a bit apprehensive about it when I was waiting for him to come over Thursday – a whole evening together with no real sex thanks to my period – but there was absolutely no problem. I relaxed immediately and we just enjoyed a quiet evening talking about the reading list and the exams." With a big grin on her face, she continued, "Of course, sucking him off twice didn't hurt the rapport! It was a very nice evening and it felt really sexy when I was kissing him in the doorway when he was leaving and knowing that he would be coming back the next night.

"Still, I was nervous as I waited for him Friday night because this was going to have a very different ending. However, as soon as we were together, I relaxed again and I was very comfortable the rest of the time. I did and said a lot of things that still startle me when I look at the video, but I felt absolutely no tension the entire night. I'm still amazed at how I just got in bed, curled up with him and went to sleep. Oh, obviously I was aware that I was naked cuddling up with a naked man who was not my husband and that it felt very good, but it felt so natural that I calmly went to sleep. The same thing in the morning. I woke up beside him and it just felt right – no trauma, no shock. We each got up and went to the bathroom and, without fanfare, got back in bed together and cuddled up again before having sex."

"Well, as I said, I was surprised at how easy and comfortable you both were in a potentially stressful situation, but it worked out perfectly. However, I see one potentially serious problem. You both are being affectionate with each other – which certainly is to be expected – so I hear a lot of 'dear,' even, I think, 'sweetheart' when you're talking to each other. We talked about this earlier, but it's easy to get into that habit, particularly after the closeness of the last few days. I'm not worried about mistress, bride, lover, 'mi amante' or, even, 'I love you.' Those you'll use only in private."

"I know! That thought crossed my mind several times and I'm going to have to be very careful. I hadn't realized how automatically I was calling him 'dear' until I watched the recording. I think that the office surroundings will help, but I'd better warn him to be careful. There is one other point that disturbs me a bit. You told me way back at the beginning of this that you weren't concerned about me becoming too enamored with Frank and causing any problems between us. However, you also said that Frank was the one in danger of....well, caring too much for me. You didn't say 'falling in love with me,' but that, I think, is what you meant. Anyhow, Saturday night, Frank said several things that made me wonder and I tried to cool things off a bit. I don't want him to get hurt."

"Honey, there's nothing you can do stop that unless you want to end this. Otherwise, all you can do is keep reminding him about the real situation – you are a happily married woman who loves her husband and he loves her. However, you at the same time enjoy considering yourself to be his loving mistress. The two roles seem to be mutually exclusive but, obviously, are not. I don't know if you actually need to verbally spell it out – he said earlier that he understood the situation. It may be that one of these days you will have to tell him the real situation."

"That idea had crossed my mind. In a lot of ways it would make things easier, but I don't know that I could ever do that. We really would have to talk about it. I guess that I'll just have to play it by ear." We just lay there for a few minutes without talking, contemplating the events of the last few days when Sandy suddenly sat up. "I want to see if Frank downloaded those pictures to my computer." A few minutes later, I heard her call out, "Oh, my god! Mack, come look at these!"

I hurried over to the study and discovered that, indeed, Frank had sent the pictures from his phone to her computer. "Well, those are quite graphic!"

"Graphic! They're obscene!"

"I guess that I can't argue with that, but they certainly are sexy! I don't know why, but the still pictures seem more explicit than the video. I think that it's easier to focus on details when it's just a picture, not a moving scene. Wow, you are one very sexy woman! I think that it's you wearing your wedding gown and being exposed like that makes them so erotic!"

"Gods, look at that – you can see the cum inside of my cunt and starting to come out! I can't believe how clearly everything – including my face – can be seen. Oh, my heavens, there I am holding my wedding gown to my waist – garter belt, hose and no panties and stuff on my thighs. I had no idea of what I looked like."

"Well, you can't deny that you look lovely in your gown above the waist and extremely sexy down below! Those pictures may be obscene and certainly are graphic, but they record exactly what you looked like that night and I, for one, am glad we have them. I think you look wonderful! I'll bet Frank will pore over them many, many times remembering that night. He doesn't have the video, but these will do!"

"Ok, I'll agree with everything you say – I certainly do look hot – but it's still embarrassing! Whatever, I guess I'm happy that he has his trophy, my panties, and these explicit pictures as reminders of a wonderful night! However, the first thing I'm going to do tomorrow when I see him is to make sure that he deleted them from his phone! Hey, stop that! They're obscene enough without using the zoom setting! Oh, my god, look at that!"

The following day we returned to our normal world and the momentous events of the last three days moved into the background of our busy lives. I've always been surprised at how rapidly happenings that seem overwhelming as you anticipate them become almost mundane after they are over. We have many experiences in life in which doing something looks scary and dangerous and afterwards – no big deal. That first big rollercoaster ride – frightening as it starts but ending with, "let's go again!" This definitely was the case with Sandy when, for example, she put her diaphragm in, knowing that she was preparing to voluntarily commit adultery. That decision was traumatic, but the experience, itself, was surprisingly easy and exciting. The same was true with sleeping with Frank. Amazingly easy and companionable – having a very intimate evening and going to bed together as naturally as it were a common occurrence. So, Monday morning, it didn't feel as if any life-changing event had happened and the normal routine took over.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 13



There was one thing that did happen in their office when Frank came in and saw her. He came over to her desk, bent down and kissed her, saying, "Hi, honey."

Sandy returned the kiss, replying, "Hi, dear! Now, two things! Did you delete those pictures from your phone?"

"Oh, yes. As soon as I got home and checked that they were on my computer. They're in an encrypted file so no accidents can happen. They're hot!"

"Oh, they're hot all right – they're obscene!"

"They certainly are – and I love them! My lovely mistress in her wedding gown! They and my signed trophy are my prize possessions!"

"Oh, all right. I guess 'mi amante' is entitled to proof of possession! Now, the second thing! You called me 'honey,' which I love, and you kissed me, which I also love. I called you 'dear' which sounds right, but we've got to be careful. We got used to being together last week, but habit can cause us problems!"

"Oh, I'm aware of all that! I checked to see that the room was empty as I came in. Now, I'm going back to my desk and look quite respectable and indifferent when someone comes in. First, however, I'm going to kiss my mistress again while I feel her tit!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 14



Things continued as before with coursework, classes and, for Sandy, continuing her preparation for her exams, now scheduled for early January. That schedule meant that both the written and oral parts could be completed before the second semester started around the third week of the month. Knowing her and the quality of her work, her adviser and committee seemed confident that she would pass despite its difficulty. Of course, there were interludes of more interesting activities - a party the Saturday after Thanksgiving and another early in December, both followed by a couple of hours in the suite. In addition, with great care to be certain of no interruption, Sandy was able to suck Frank's cock while sitting at her desk on several occasions. They did not repeat their dangerous act of making Sandy into a fixture!

The final significant event of the school year was the annual end-of-the-semester party after exams were over - actually, all graduate exams for there were still a few for undergraduates - and all papers were finished. This, of course, was Sandy and Frank's anniversary, one year after Frank seduced her on the seat of his big old Buick Roadmaster. Times had changed dramatically in that year, of course, and what had been a traumatic introduction to adulterous sex had become a very pleasant and amorous love affair.

That change was clearly evident as they came into the mother suite downstairs. The camera, which had been returned to its usual position, showed them entering the bedroom just as if they were returning home from any regular event. They kissed as they took off their coats, but afterwards, they just undressed without ceremony. Sandy had worn a blouse that buttoned in the back and turned to Frank to open it just as she would have with me. She hadn't worn a bra, of course, so he casually fondled her breast as she shrugged it off. She removed her skirt, peeled her panties off, drew back the bedspread and just lay on her back, waiting for him to join her - which he did a short time later.

They lay there, quietly talking about a variety of things, particularly some feelings Sandy had about the changes in their fellow grad students. All this time, their nude bodies were intertwined with each other and their hands roamed, gradually building up their respective arousals. They weren't pressed for time and, by now, they were very comfortable with each other so there was no need to rush into sex.

Of course, desire built up and, finally, Frank moved down, Sandy raised and parted her legs and he began kissing and licking her clit and cunt. It was always fascinating, as a more or less involved observer, to see her excitement mount as shown by the waving of her raised legs and the flexing up and down of her pelvis and hips. Frank obviously recognized the optimal moment in her arousal to rise up, shift forward and, with her hand's help, slide into her cunt. They began with a slow, controlled, measured rhythm, continually increasing the speed until the rhythm gave way to a more frenzied pace as the climax approach. He was plunging in and out, twisting a bit as if to increase the contact. She was surging upward to meet his penetrating cock as it was thrust deeply into her. At the climax he ejaculated and they ground their pubic bones against each other, making the moment of orgasm last.

Frank sagged down on her and lay there for a moment or so as he recovered from his exertions, finally pulling up, lightly kissing her before rolling off to lie beside her. They relaxed together, lowering their heart rates as Sandy smiled and said, "Just think, a year ago I was an innocent, virtuous married woman and you seduced me after the party. I started crying because it was adultery and I didn't know how I would hide it from my husband. Now I'm your married mistress, lying here after you've fucked me and I definitely am not crying! You've completely corrupted me - and I love it!"

Frank kissed her lightly and responded, "That has to go down as one of the most significant days of my life! Actually, you seduced me by having that pretty little nipple sticking up under that thin blouse at the party! You probably didn't notice - actually, I know you didn't - but my cock as hard as a rock as we sat there while Tom played and I felt your tit. I would have been embarrassed if I had stood up. I had absolutely no thought of doing anything but kissing you and, if I was lucky, maybe feeling your tit again. I told you this before, but moving from that to kissing your cunt to fucking you was a blur. I really was worried when you started to cry for I really felt guilty about going all the way with you."

Sandy snuggled up tighter to him and replied, "One of the things that really hit me was the adultery part, for I never denied to myself that I had welcomed it - I never really blamed you, just us, for it was a mutual act!"

They went on quietly talking and reminiscing about their affair over the year, particularly, sleeping together while I was in Boston. They both hoped that a similar opportunity would come along because they both felt so good about it. They also talked about the long separation that faced them, the last two weeks in December and most of January. And, of course, Sandy's exams, written and oral, were about two and one-half to three weeks away. Frank said maybe he would try to come back early and they could celebrate. In answer to her expressed fear that she might not pass, Frank laughed at her, saying. "No chance! Everyone knows that you're the best student they have - they wouldn't dare flunk you!"

They talked for over an hour until they both recognized that it was getting very late. Without prompting, Sandy moved down and took his cock in her mouth and, while playing with his balls, sucked it to full erection. That, of course, was followed by their second fucking of the night. They lay beside each other afterwards, neither wanting the evening - night - to end. Finally, Frank said, "I want to mark my left tit again for luck, right beneath the nipple." He did so, and looking down at her, added, "I remember what I did to your tits a year ago! I was worried about it, but I liked it. I think it made me feel that I owned your tits in a way."

Shockingly, Sandy replied, "Secretly, I liked it too, which, I think, helped make me decide to show them to you in the parking lot." She paused and, suddenly blurted out, "I'm your mistress and if you really want to mark them up, go ahead! It's our anniversary!"

Frank looked at her eagerly, "Do you mean it? Will you be able hide them safely?" Sandy just nodded, pushing her tits up toward him. For the next ten minutes, Frank sucked her nipples as well as the flesh around them. Just before he quit, he said, "This may hurt a bit, not much, but I want to put a little bite on each one so that there still will be a mark for luck when you that the exam." I looked at Sandy's face and saw her wince twice, but she had a radiant smile when he sat back and looked at her. "There, my mistress's lovely tits are mine for awhile for no one else can see them!"

Sandy's reply wasn't really true, but, as she said later, it felt right at the time and did no harm. "All right, sweetheart, you've branded me. They're your tits until the marks are gone and I know that they will bring me luck at the exam!" 

Shortly after that, he dressed and, as he prepared to leave, they embraced each other and shared a long kiss. With his arms around her, holding her naked body against himself, Frank leaned back from the waist and looked down at her, saying, "I love you and I'm going to miss you! I'll have to try and get back earlier!"

Sandy smiled up at him, replying, "Please do! I love you too!" They had said the same thing before, but there was real sincerity, particularly from Frank, in their voices. It really is expected, almost mandatory, for participants in an affair to say "I love you," but the depth of the affection can range from just words to true love - and this was much closer to the latter than the former.

A few minutes after that last kiss, Sandy appeared in our bedroom doorway, still naked and, while smiling at me, it was not her normal "light up the room" smile that I was used to. I am very sensitive to her moods so I didn't immediately comment on her appearance. Frankly, she looked a woman who had been doing just what she had been doing - fucking. Her hair was disheveled, her thighs already had moisture on them and, most of all, her tits were covered with marks that could only be hickeys. Normally, I would immediately have made licentious comments on her condition, but this time I just got up and hugged her. "What's wrong, honey? It looked as if you had a good time with Frank, but you seem sort of down."

"I don't really know, but you're right. As I was coming up the stairs, I suddenly felt sort of glum. Partly, of course, it was saying goodbye to Frank, but it's really only a month or six weeks. That really isn't a big deal - I have lots of things that will keep me busy so I won't really miss him. We're together, Christmas is just a few days away, New Year's is coming with a big party and, most of all, my exams are looming. It's not just Frank, anyway. I've really been happy with everything - I've, actually we've, really have had fun with my affair. I've enjoyed being a grad student and a TA, and, I think, most of all, I've enjoyed being a part of a group of really good friends. I was happily thinking of all of that as I looked around at the party tonight.

"Then, while I was sitting there, I was suddenly aware that things were different. I thought that if, as I assume, I pass the exam in January, I won't fit in as well because I won't be taking any courses - all the things we talk and bitch about. Then, I thought that nothing will be the same anyway and that it already is different. We started out together three years ago, me after a PhD and the others at different levels. Frank came in last year but the core was still the same. At first, our only uniting aspect was that we were language majors and enjoyed being together. But, we bonded and became really close friends while others came and went. Now, there's a gap between our older group and the newer people. Oh, we're all friendly enough, but not as close. 

"The new kids - gods, I think of them as 'kids' - have different interests and I just don't have any real ties with them. Maybe it's because our group is more advanced and more settled. Our group of individuals has paired off and there's less just dating around. My two best friends in the group, Judy and Ruth, who started out pretty wild, are parts of couples, Judy with Ed and Ruth with Bob and, of course, Tom and Claire - I know the names don't mean much to you although you've met them. Anyway, I suddenly realized that our old amorphous group has become three couples, plus me and Frank." She laughed and continued, "Actually, four couples although no one knows about that! I've been pretty close to all six of the others and there's a good chance that some, and maybe all, will be leaving after next semester if they can get teaching jobs since they will have their Master's. Tom already has a teaching job lined up in Utah, of all places, and Claire is going with him. They'll probably get married next fall. In addition, another change, the parties almost all been held at Judy's, so the whole thing may end when she leaves. I actually felt pretty sad as I thought of it - a bit dejected and nostalgic as a very happy period of my life is changing.

"Oh well, that melancholic mood left me rapidly as Frank and I left and we went into the suite and made love. It was really our anniversary, of course - if you think of that first night as...well, I don't know what! I guess it's just celebrating out first time together, a night to remember. If you watching - I assume you were - you saw that I was very happy and enjoyed everything we did, including lying there talking, particularly talking about that first night. The sex was good and the affection was real. I felt very close to him, very loving, and you saw how I reacted when he said that he had liked seeing my tits marked up because, as he said, it made him feel that he owned them. I felt a surge of affection when he said that and I told him that he could mark them up on our anniversary if he wanted to. Boy, did he want to! I haven't seen them, but I'm sure that, as he said, he really 'branded' me!"

"Oh, you can be sure of that! I couldn't believe it when I heard you say that, but, while I'm not sure that the word 'branded' applies, he certainly accepted your offer! Sit up and let me look at you! My god, he outdid himself! Wait until I get my camera!" I quickly took several pictures of her tits and a couple that showed everything, including her leaking cunt. Ok, go look at yourself in the mirror!"

"My heavens! There is hardly any place where there isn't a mark. Oh, look - I see the bite marks, one on each breast! Oh, honey, I'm glad I let him do that! I don't know why, but seeing that makes me feel better. Why on earth would seeing my tits covered with...I think I know...Yes, I think that's it...I like the idea of those being 'love marks' and that last night he owned my tits! That doesn't make sense, but I like him owning me in a little way. I hope that doesn't bother you, but it makes me feel good."

"No, that certainly doesn't bother me at all. It's more that he has a lease rather than ownership, but if that gets rid of your 'down' feeling, I'm all for it. You have that same final exam proctoring you had last year last year when you pulled you sweater up to show the damage he had done. Maybe you can do that again!"

"Oh, Mack, that's a wonderful idea! I can show him what he did to 'his tits' to start our second year - the second year of my love affair"!

The following morning - actually the same day since it was almost 3:00 AM before we went to bed -Sandy stood before the mirror in the bedroom looking at herself. Actually, she was looking at her breasts in utter astonishment. "My god, I don't believe this! My nipples are swollen and red and, good heavens, how many hickeys are there?" She started counting and, in awe, said, "Can you believe it? There are twelve of them, plus the two little bites!"

"Yeah, I can believe it! You look like an octopus grabbed onto you with its suckers! Man, I would have to blind or I never saw you undressed not to know that someone really worked your tits over. However, I'll admit that you look pretty sexy - one hot woman!"

She giggled, "I think it looks pretty sexy too! One thing for sure, I can't wear a low cut blouse for awhile! A couple of these definitely would show over my bra!" She giggled again, adding, "Boy, could I shock some people if I bent over without a bra, though! If I didn't wear one and leaned over to answer a question when we're proctoring the exam tomorrow, I would get a reaction!"

"A very hard cock if it was in front of a fellow! You had better save it for Frank!"

"I'm damn sure going to show him if I get the chance!"

Monday came and, at 9:30 AM, Sandy was in the big hall doing the boring job watching to keep test taker's eyes on their own papers. Neither Frank nor Sandy was teaching the introductory course that semester, but they had "volunteered" to help - which made it even more boring than usual. However, the good thing about it was that they didn't have to correct the exam or grade the students. So, when the exam was over, the papers collected, the TA's who had to do so departed to have lunch, leaving Sandy and Frank alone in the office for "some last minute discussion of reading list articles" before he left for home. 

From our conversation later, Sandy described the events that occurred in the office when they were alone. I wasn't there, of course, but apparently the following is what an observer of those events would have seen and heard.

Frank stood at the window watching the parking lot as the others got in a car and departed for a restful lunch before a long afternoon of grading. As the car disappeared from the lot, he went over and checked the door lock, making certain that it was fully engaged. Turning to Sandy he kissed her while groping her breasts through her blouse and bra. Pulling away, she said, "Careful there, I had a weird experience Saturday night - I was lying in bed and this big octopus grabbed me with its suckers and left marks all over my tits and they are a bit tender! Are you sure that the door is locked?"

"Everyone with a key just left and won't be back for at least an hour. The outside doors of the building are locked. That was the last exam for the first semester so the building is empty. I wedged a triangular door stop under the bottom. Now, show me those tender tits so I can see what that octopus did!"

Sandy calmly unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, unfastened her bra and stood there, naked from the waist up, looking at Frank with a stern expression, saying, "I barely escaped with my life - those octopus suckers could have killed me!"

"Oh my god, Sandy, I can't believe that! Did I hurt you?"

"No, but you darn sure decorated me! You wanted to mark your mistress to claim her as yours and you certainly succeeded! Do you like it?"

He grinned at her, saying, "Well, I accomplished one thing for sure - nobody else is going to see my lovely mistress' tits for awhile! I think I'll keep them this way! They really are mine till they clear up - which will be quite a while. Truthfully, honey, I love it and I love you!" He hugged her and kissed her, a kiss that was returned with passion. Then, without opposition, he pushed her back onto her desk and whipped up her skirt.

"Wait a minute, dear!" She stood back up, reached up under the skirt and pulled down and removed her pantyhose and panties. She started to lie back on the desk with her skirt pulled up, but stopped, saying, "No, damn it, I want to go all the way. We should be safe!" With that, she reached for the waistband of her skirt, unfastened it and let the skirt fall to the floor. Now completely naked in the office, she reclined back of the desk, raised and spread her legs and waited to be taken.

That happened very quickly and within moments, she was being fucked on her desk for the second time. If a visitor had snuck into the office unobserved, he would have seen a completely naked woman quickly being brought to an orgasm that just seemed to just go and on as she bucked up against the lover plunging into her cunt in a furious bout of sexual intercourse. That lover soon matched her intensity and shortly after, he welded himself tightly between her legs as he ejaculated deep into her cunt. They both almost collapsed from the exertion and Frank just lay atop her as she sprawled across the desk beneath him.

As they recovered and he pulled back and out of her, he looked down at his nude and obviously fucked mistress. His pants were around his ankles and, telling her to lie still, he reached down and drew them and his shorts up and reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Sandy immediately knew what he intended. "More obscene pictures? You had really be sure that they are hidden away!" Then, despite any concerns the might have, she again raised and opened her legs for what, by any normal standards, would be a series of unquestionably obscene pictures. She even posed sitting at her desk and various positions in the office that would have astounded - and maybe excited - their colleagues. To her own surprise she found the whole process to be fun and let pose her anywhere and in position he wanted. 

The final ones were of her kneeling on the floor looking up at him with his cock in her mouth. Amazingly, all the stimulation and her mouth revived his cock and, after a fairly lengthy amount of sucking, he filled her mouth with cum. Before he got to the point of ejaculating, he had prepared to take a picture which embarrassed her later. "Don't swallow until I take a picture." As he came, he pulled out and ordered, "Hold your mouth open!" Not even thinking, she did as instructed and he took the picture of her cum-filled open mouth! He took another as she closed her mouth and swallowed. As she admitted when we saw that picture the following day, she was both embarrassed and really aroused at seeing herself kneeling there, servicing him by sucking his cock and doing such a thing. In those circumstances, she liked being under his control.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 14



Finally, of course, she got dressed - enjoying having him watching. There was some dissention; however, as he confiscated her panties before she could get them. "Damn it Frank, I'm running out of panties. You took a pair Saturday night! Now I'll be leaking all the way home!"

"Come on, now, sweetheart, you have your pantyhose. You know that I want to add to my collection! Anyway, this is a very special occasion!" Actually, of course, they were both grinning as they verbally argued and they relaxed with some non-sexual closeness before leaving. After a last, loving kiss in the parking lot, she came home with this story to tell.

"So, you're a fixture again! We agreed that you wouldn't do that in the office again because it's too dangerous, but it appears that you were pretty safe this time!"

"Yeah, I was still a little bit concerned at first, but with everyone was gone and, with the building empty and locked, we probably safer there than we were down in the suite where my enraged husband might walk in on us!"

"Cute! It must have been weird walking around the office completely nude! Can you imagine what your friends would think? And, once again, if that desk could talk - wow! I hope the Frank sends those pictures over soon. They really should be of porno quality!"

"I'm sure that I'm really going to be embarrassed again, particularly those when I was sucking. Still it was fun. I never would have dreamed of having such an opportunity, and I actually hated having to put my clothes back on. So my first year of being a married mistress is over and, to this point, the experience has been wonderful. However, after all of this, I cannot conceive how any married woman can carry on an adulterous affair for any length of time. After each assignation I would be scared to death of having my husband see me undressed until had a chance to check myself for any exterior sighs like a hickey. I would have to guard my words and carefully keep my stories straight and worry that there was a conflict. If, as I often do, I came in without panties or with cum on my cunt or legs I might be caught. Even more of a giveaway, if my husband wanted to screw me when my cunt was full it would be hard to explain. Even more, as you said, a cunt just doesn't taste the same if it has another man's cum in it! 

"Yet, women have affairs all the time and get away with it. Even if I didn't get caught, I would be a nervous wreck! Because of you, however, I've had this year-long marvelous experience without worry of guilt - you're wonderful! Talk about a contradiction in terms, but I've been an absolutely faithful unfaithful wife! That doesn't, on its face, make any sense, but it's unquestionably true!



Sandy and Frank Ch. 15



So, that year had passed, her lover was out of town and we returned to a more normal life - although it really wasn't. We had a small Christmas celebration with no travel, no seeing of relatives or friends. We attended one New Year's Eve party, but that was it. During all this "free" time, Sandy was closeted with her books and articles, covering and recovering the entire history of Spanish literature and all of its components, any of which could appear on the prelims that loomed over her. Adding to this massive amount of facts, plots, characters, interpretations, etc., was her outside field which was Shakespeare! It was a monumental task, but I, and everybody else, was fully confident that she would do well for we knew both her work ethic and her intelligence. However, for the person taking a life-changing examination, there is always the fear of having overlooked something as well as the secret fear that, just maybe, you're not quite as good as everyone - and yourself - thinks you are.

We did have one period when she put aside her worries and studies. That was when the pictures Frank had taken appeared in Sandy's computer. A number of them were quite sexy but nothing extreme - Sandy walking around the office completely nude, sitting at each of the other five desks, reclining gracefully on the window sill looking out at the parking lot and campus. Others, however, certainly would be described as pornographic. There was the first with her lying back on her desk, legs up and spread, showing her freshly fucked cunt with the hole completely clogged by a mass of white cum which was just beginning to run back to her asshole. There was one as she stood in the center of the room with a stream all the way to her knees. Another showed her sitting square on the blotter of her desk, followed with another showing where her wet cunt had deposited cum as a permanent reminder as it dried there.

However, four that were sexy as well as pornographic show her sucking. In the first, she is kneeling down, his cock in her mouth as she looks submissively up at him with eyes that seem extra-large like a Disney animation. The next is a side view with the phone obviously held as far as possible out to the side, showing her profile, kneeling, completely nude, sucking his cock. Sandy really liked that one. The third one, and certainly the most pornographic, is the one in which she is kneeling there with her mouth open just after cum had been deposited inside. Graphic is a gross understatement. That shocked Sandy, as you might expect, but, surprisingly, at least to me, she really wasn't upset by it. The final one was taken just when she obviously is swallowing after the previous one. Actually, Sandy enjoyed looking at the pictures and reliving a totally unexpected experience. They did provide pleasant interlude between bouts of study.

The exams were finally scheduled for the second week of January and I was pleased to see that Sandy was surprisingly calm - or, maybe resigned. The simple truth is that even the best prepared candidate can face a question that comes out of left field. No one knows everything no matter how they prepare. Still, barring some totally esoteric, narrow and specialized issue or subject, I had complete confidence in her ability. She came home totally wiped out several times after a grueling exam, but each time she was able to say that she thought that it went well. Her last exam was the outside one on Shakespeare - and it was over! The exams were demanding, arduous and exhausting as they are supposed to be, but, at the end, Sandy lived up to expectations and passed every exam with the proverbial flying colors. 

Ten days later she faced an interrogation by a committee of six professors, each of which was free to ask any question they wanted to test her knowledge of the entire field of Spanish history and literature, plus, of course, Shakespeare. I stood with her outside the room in which her fate was being decided, more uptight than I had been when I faced the same torture in Political Science. Finally, her chief advisor came out with a portentous frown on his face - a frown that changed to a beaming smile as he quit playing a game by scaring his favorite pupil! Sandy now was entitled to put the fictional initials ABD after her name - All But Dissertation! She was one step, but a big one, from attaining her goal. Actually, a surprising number of scholars get to the ABD position, get a teaching job while supposedly working on their dissertation, but never finish. Sandy started research immediately to avoid that trap. I was, of course, intensely proud of her, a feeling I expressed as sincerely, and physically, as I could.

Frank had not been able to get back before her exam, but they talked on the phone fairly regularly and, of course, he was effusive in his congratulations. Naturally, they both anticipated the start-of-the-semester party - which actually turned into a "celebrate Sandy" event followed by a lively session of "fuck Sandy" in the suite!

This was no run-of-the-mill reunion as they came in the door. The hugs and kisses were quite passionate before they rapidly shed their clothes and fell onto the bed. Frank had restrained himself in his congratulations at the party, acting only as a good friend and colleague but the effusive appreciation of a lover poured out, telling her how proud he was of her. They both just let go and made up for the missed time of the last month. Frank carefully inspected her tits which had, of course, largely returned to their normal clear skin. However, there was still a small red mark on each breast where his teeth had nipped her. He with great pleasure, renewed the love mark below the nipple of her left tit - his tit he insisted!

He fucked her vigorously, depositing a large quantity of cum deep inside her, followed by a long session of fondling, caressing and quiet pillow talk. Eventually, they looked at the clock and realized that it was time to go. Ignoring that concern, Sandy moved down the bed and took his cock in her mouth and with light sucking and manipulation of his balls, brought it back to full rigidity. Shortly afterwards, rather than lying back down to be mounded, Sandy impaled herself on the stiff shaft and, leaning forward so that her tits almost touched his chest, began fucking herself on his cock.

I hadn't really been paying a whole lot of attention - actually almost dosing because it was late and I had seen them together many times by then - but it was rather unusual for her to be on top, so I began enjoying this different action. The camera was at a slight angle from the bed, but as she raised up, I could see the cock pulling out followed by her hips slamming back down, swallowing it back into her cunt. It was fascinating to see her, on her knees, her legs spread over his thighs. Her cunt was fully visible, penetrated by the rigid rod and, occasionally, I could see her rear cheeks separate, revealing the asshole in between.

The movement became frenzied as he surged up into her, meeting her downward plunges. He was grasping her hips, holding her firmly to him as the both really lost control and just writhed against each in a furious drive to climax. She ended sitting almost erect, his cock deeply embedded in her as she ground down against him, his hips rising off of the bed to get in even deeper. Then, as the air leaves a punctured balloon, his hips fell and she slumped down, the softening cock still inside.

They lay there together for another ten minutes or so and, then, Frank dressed and they kissed lovingly as he left. Even after watching her do the same things a number of times by then, I still felt a tingle in my cock as I saw her lock the door behind him, pick up her clothes and come up the stairs to me. After the years we had been together and a year of watching her have sex with Frank, my greatest pleasure was knowing that she was my wife. I knew that she had the same feeling for me and that probably why I could see her love affair with Frank a just fun part of our life together. A significant part, but still just a part.

So, the second semester, and their second year, was underway. It was the third week in January and things had changed considerably for Sandy. For the first time in years, she had no courses to take, no papers to write. She now spent hours in the library and online researching the subject of her dissertation which was comparing characters in the plays of Shakespeare with comparable figures in the plays of Lope de Vega, who was writing, prolifically, at the same time. As she had predicted, the change in her status had removed her from some of the grad student interplay. She even noticed a difference attitude from the younger students, talking to her with respect, almost as if she were a faculty member. Fortunately, her friends, while really recognizing her level of success, gave her no more regard than they did before.

Things settled into their regular patterns and Frank and Sandy were pretty much limited to two other post-party sessions in the suite downstairs, but not much more. We actually had tried to think of some was they could get together and one time when a faculty convocation - that I usually avoided, as they say, like the plague - I actually attended, giving the two of them an hour in the suite and got home in time to see him driving out of the alley.

We had been going without any real time off, even over the Christmas and New Year's holidays, since last summer because of Sandy's classes and exam preparation, and we were tentatively thinking of getting away over spring break which would be the third week in March. Just as we were seriously planning where we would go, I found that I had a master's exam right in the middle of the week. Just as Sandy's committee members tested her over the January break, I had to do it at the worst time. Actually, we just decided to take a couple of day trips and relax together and, frankly, that sounded pretty good. Then a totally unexpected prospect intervened. 

Sandy and I were sitting down after dinner when she casually commented, "There was a nice thing in the office today. I came in and Judy and Claire were talking and were really excited. It turned out that Ruth's grandmother has a great big old house right on the beach in the Virginia Beach area and she's going to let them have it foe spring break. You probably don't remember, but last December, after the end-of-the-semester party, I told you that our group, those who are left, had paired off into three couples, Judy with Ed, Ruth with Bob and Tom and Claire. This will be perfect for them for there are very few places around here where they can...well, frankly, have sex, particularly sleep together. Wow, right on the beach for a whole week - and it's still cold here!

"Yeah, that's wonderful for them! What a way to spend a week! The beach, free housing -wow! I remember how hard I worked to find a place to get you horizontal!

If you had found a nice big room right on the beach after a bad winter, you just might have succeeded! You didn't even have a big car with a nice wide seat like Frank did,"

"I also didn't have a grandmother with a house on the beach - or anywhere else useful, for that matter. Well, I guess that you were worth the wait. Anyway, I wish that we could get away and do something like that. The problem is that the spring break is the best time to get something done here when the students are gone. Plus, this year I'm on that committee giving that master's exam. Maybe next year, if you are finished with your degree, we'll just have to take off and enjoy ourselves. We'll go somewhere this summer anyway and, meantime, we'll just stay here and enjoy being able to get around without crowds!"

"You think that I was worth the wait, huh! I'm wondering if I should have waited for a better offer from one of my other prospects! For now I guess I'll just have to 'wait till next year'"

The following day, I came home from a late class and, when Sandy greeted me with a kiss as usual, I could tell that something was bottled up inside, either good or bad and I couldn't tell which. Still, she didn't say anything and appeared to be nervous, but not, apparently, in a bad way. Finally, tired of waiting for whatever was on her mind, I asked, "Ok, honey, what is it? I can tell that you're bursting with something you want to say, but you're not talking. What's the deal?"

"Darn, you know me too well. Something came up in the office today and I just don't know what to do or what to think. It's impossible but...gods, it's appealing."

"Ok, you've got my attention. What is it?"

"I walked into the office this morning and Ruth, Judy and Claire were there talking about the beach house and, of course, I said it was so wonderful. Then, I got a major shock - Ruth asked me why don't I go with them! My immediate response, jokily, was, 'You've got three bedrooms and three couples. I just might be in the way!' She came right back to me saying that Judy had it wrong and that there actually were four rooms and that they would love to have me with them!

"I was shocked speechless, as you can imagine, but I saw a major problem and said, 'That sounds wonderful and very thoughtful, but I would be very uncomfortable. Three couples and me simply...well, as I said, I would be uncomfortable alone and Mack just can't get away. I said that I really appreciated the offer, but I just couldn't do it! They seemed to understand my reluctance and, honestly, I think that they were relieved because an odd extra woman would be a nuisance. I was really let down, of course, but I knew that I was right. 

"Then, when I came back from my class, I was surprised to find the three of them still there. I put my stuff down on my desk and they gathered around me and shocked me by asking, 'What about Frank coming with you?' I stood there with my mouth hanging open, wondering what on earth were they thinking. I couldn't help but wonder if we had given ourselves away. I stuttered as I finally managed to ask, 'What on earth do you mean? I'm a happily married woman - how could I go with Frank?'

"Ruth said I had told them that I had shared a room with fellows when I was on my Junior Year Abroad in Spain and it would be no different because Frank wasn't interested in women anyway. I started with the first point, saying, 'I was single and 20 years old and three or four girls and, usually, five or six fellows stayed together in hostels and paradores! We slept in jeans, not nightgowns! I've never slept alone in a room with a man other than Mack. And what makes them think that Frank isn't interested in women? Every time Mack and I go out to a movie or to have a snack, it seems that we see Frank with a girl?'

"Judy replied that Frank took girls out, but that was all. No passes, not even kisses. Apparently, Sarah practically propositioned him, but he just ignored her. So, they assume that he is either gay or, for whatever reason, is not interested in sex. She even speculated that he was still traumatized by the woman in Maine! Here we were standing at the desk on which Frank had turned me into a fixture by fucking me on it and where I had sucked his cock six or seven times - and she was speculating as to why Frank wasn't interested in sex.

"I responded by saying that none of that mattered. I was a married woman and I could just imagine that repercussions if there was gossip that I had slept with Frank - for that's what the gossip would say whether I did or not - over spring break, or any other time for that matter. 'Look,' I said, 'I'm honestly not concerned about Frank. He's a very close friend, but I couldn't risk the exposure. I would really love to go with you, but it wouldn't be safe!'

"Judy, with the other two agreeing, said that I was being silly. The six of them were my close friends and they certainly weren't going to say anything. In addition, we would be going to Virginia where no one knows us. They really were insistent. Finally, as what seemed to be my final cause for hesitation, I said, 'I don't know if Frank would be interested. He might have other plans.' 

"Of course, as expected, I eventually backed down and said that I would talk it over with you and see what you thought, and the girls said that they would talk to Frank tomorrow. So, there we are. What do you think?"

"Well, that certainly is quite a story and quite a situation. I assume that the idea of spending a week with Frank on the beach in the daytime and in bed at night appeals to you?"

"Actually, it's sort of scary - that's a long time - but, if you are ok with it and we can work over a few problems, the answer is yes. However, first and foremost, I want to be absolutely sure that you have no hesitation about it. I mean absolutely, no hesitation. This is a big step, far more than either of us ever would have expected, so I want you to think it through. In fact, we both need to think it through."

"Ok, I agree. There are several new things here that you need to think about before you decide what you want to do. First, I assume that you are certain that your friends will be discreet about the sleeping arrangements. In addition, if you're sleeping with Frank every night and, of course, having sex, there is no way that they won't know. Will you mind them knowing that he's fucking you? Will having them knowing that you're committing adultery upset you? Will doing so bother or shock them? In other words, your relationship with Frank no longer would be a secret from them! Again, will they be discreet and keep that secret? They won't know that I approve so it will appear that you are being unfaithful. How do you feel about that? In other words, there are many questions to be answered by you before we really need to contemplate actual issues. As far as I'm concerned, I have no more problem with this than I did when I was in Boston, so think deeply about your own concerns."

"Damn, I guess that this is more complex than I thought. I was just concerned about how you would feel about this, but those are real issues. I would love to spend a week in that house near Virginia Beach and I would, obviously, like to sleep with Frank again, but now I don't know. All those questions are serious. Let me think about it for a while. I think I let my desires get ahead of my mind."

This was really a complex situation and I was really eager to see what she finally would decide. To be honest, I had no idea as to what she would do. However, I probably would have bet that she would take the conservative position and say that there were just too many negatives. Therefore, I was somewhat surprised when she came into the study and sat down and said, "Let's talk!" 

She started by saying, again, that she wanted to be absolutely certain that I was ok with her going off to Virginia Beach for a week. "It's wonderful spot and being on the beach with my friends would be great, but, obviously, sleeping with Frank is a real part of its appeal. If you are completely sure that you have no qualms about me going, I think I will say yes. I have no doubt that the other six are safe - they won't gossip. I went back and forth on letting them know about me and Frank, but, to be honest, with those close friends, I might even enjoy being wicked. It's adultery and they'll know that, but that's just part of it. I don't really like the idea of them seeing me as cheating and, if you don't object, I might hint privately to the girls that you're ok with it. I...well, I'm a bit nervous about it but I think that I want to do it. Right now if you said that you could go, I would happily forget about the Frank part of it and love spending a week with you down there. But, I know that you have obligations here that you can't postpone. So, if you agree, I'll tell them I'll go - if, of course, Frank agrees."




Sandy and Frank Ch. 15



I immediately hugged her and assured her that I supported her decision. "It appears that you have made up your mind and accept the negatives, so I say, go for it. Now, I think that you should call Frank and tell him what's going on and get his reaction. I have no doubt that he will jump at the chance, but it would be better if the idea isn't sprung on him tomorrow without him knowing what you think. You should go over the pros and cons so you'll be on the same page. Then he can be appropriately surprised when Ruth, or whoever, makes the offer tomorrow,

She left and came back about a half-hour later. "Ok, I talked to Frank and went over all the things we talked about. He wanted to be absolutely sure that I wasn't concerned about them knowing about us having an affair. He's not concerned about that at all as long as only those close friends know. I don't intend to discuss any details about me and Frank with anyone else, so maybe they will think that we just started down there. Actually, that might be best - pretend that 

things developed in the bedroom down there. Yeah, that might be best. We'll see. Anyway, it appears that I will spend spring break having an adulterous affair in Virginia in a big house on the beach with three unmarried couples! Oh, wicked me!" 

Sandy was sitting at her desk the following morning helping one of her students when Ruth and Judy came in. They waited until the student left before coming over to her desk - the one with the large mark on its blotter - and Ruth said, "Well, we talked with Frank and he said that he would share a room with an orangutan for a deal like that. Now what do you think? Will you come with us?"

"Did he say that he would prefer me over an orangutan? Maybe he doesn't like women after all! All right, I talked it over with Mack, and I think he agrees with Frank - although he didn't mention orangutans, gorillas or any other wildlife. He thinks that it's too good to pass up and I should do it! All right, damn it, I'm in!"

"Oh, Sandy, that's wonderful. We really wanted you to come, Frank, too. It's really going to be good to have our whole group together! Wait, here's Frank now!"

"So, I'm as acceptable as an orangutan apparently. Gee, thank you for the compliment. I couldn't turn down such a flattering comment!"

"Well, if nothing else, you probably smell better! On the other hand, the orangutan would definitely talk less. Actually, it's probably 50 -50! OW! That hurt!"

"Ok, I'm glad that you two are so compatible! Look, we were planning to get together at Judy's tomorrow night about 7:30 to talk things over. Can you make that?"

"It's no problem for me if my right arm isn't broken! In fact, Sandy, if you promise not to hit me again, I'll pick you up."

"I'll restrain myself if I don't hear the word 'orangutan' again! Ok, Judy, we'll be there.

When she got home that afternoon, she recounted all of that while I laughed about Frank's orangutan comment, saying, "Well, you told him not to be too eager to share a room with you and he certainly did that! I suspect that his true feelings will be apparent to everyone after you sleep with him a night or two!"

"I'm still not sure how happy I feel about that yet, but, yeah, they almost certainly will. Well, I figured on that when I was thinking what whether or not to go. Anyway, I'm looking forward to tonight. Oh, honey, this should be a wonderful trip, but I wish you could come. I'll enjoy sleeping with Frank, but I really would rather have a week on the beach with you!"

Oddly enough, I knew that she was telling the truth so, I just replied, "I know, dear, and we'll definitely get away after school is out. Meantime, enjoy what will be an experience you'll never have again - a really unique experience!"

Frank arrived a little after 7:00 and they headed for Judy's, eager to help make plans for a fabulous spring break. I heard the front door open and close about 10:30 and, shortly afterwards, Sandy came through the door with a broad smile on her face. She walked over and kissed me, leading me to conjecture, "Somebody has just sucked a cock!"

"Why, how did you ever know? As a matter of fact, you are right! I thought of sneaking into the suite, but I wanted to get home to tell you everything. We eased into the driveway and stopped before the place where the security light comes on and I sucked him there." She gave her usual giggle, saying, "As we started to pull in I told him, 'An orangutan can't suck your cock. If you stop the car here, I'll make you happy that I'm going instead!' Oh, he stopped immediately and, very shortly afterwards, I had convinced him of my value!"

"Ok, but a word of warning! After sucking a cock it's a good idea to use Listerine or something if you want to keep it a secret from your husband!"

"Now, I never thought of that. Anyway, why would I want to keep it a secret?"

"Ok, enough chit chat. What did you find out?"

"Right. The house, itself is Victorian style, built in the 1920's. Ruth's grandparents ran it as a bed and breakfast from about April through September. He died last October and her grandmother is going to sell it, but there's no deal yet, so she said that Ruth could bring her friends down for the week. Evidently, the place is potentially worth a fortune - big house literally on the beach, and completely renovated. It has a great big porch the width of the house, stone steps and walk - and twenty feet later, you're in the sand! A wide, pure sand beach! But, there's no cable or cell phone access, it she won't get what it's worth. Her grandparents were going to get Direct TV and a cell phone tower is being built, so it will have everything but she doesn't want to wait so she's planning to sell.

"Anyway, inside, there are the four bedrooms, one used by her grandparents and three guest rooms, each with its own bath! There's a big living room, a pool room, a library, a dining room and a kitchen. Apparently, it was a real mansion when it was built but the depression ruined the owners and it was boarded up for years until her grandparents bought it in the 1980's, completely renovated it and started their bed and breakfast. She had a brochure that showed the interior and it certainly looks well cared for with period furniture and décor. Not my style, but that certainly doesn't matter! Of real interest, there was one picture that showed a guest rooms which, I suspect, it is much like the other two, and I will be appropriately shocked to find that Frank's and my room has only one bed and that I will not only be sharing a room, I'll be sharing a bed! It will be immediately apparent to all that I am sleeping with Frank, so that will be out in the open right away. But course, I may be wrong but, of course, we'll be using only one even is two beds are available! Regardless, the place looks very comfortable and, even, romantic in its period splendor."

"It certainly sounds that you have fallen into a perfect situation. It will be interesting to see how your sleeping arrangements and your no-longer-secret affair will be treated by your friends. Will everyone avoid seeing and talking about that great big elephant in the room or will you have to answer questions?"

"Yeah, I wonder about that too, but I'll just have to wait and see how it all turns out."

"Now, what about getting there, timing and so on?"

"Ok. Bob and Ruth have talked about that, of course, and he did some checking and he said that he can rent a ten-passenger van so we can all go together for $600.00 for a week and that includes all miles and gas. He divided that among the eight of us and that's only $75.00 apiece. In addition, Ruth's grandmother told her that they had a woman who served as a caretaker while the place was closed and works as maid during the season. She would be willing to work a few hours a day cleaning as needed and even do some cooking for minimum wage - probably costing us another $300 or $400 total for the week. 

"Anyway, he figured with the van, and the maid-cook, we would need about $1000.00. We'll need food, there are tolls and there are other incidentals. He figured that if we figure a total of $1400.00 for the week, it would cost us $175.00 each! Judy insisted that since Ruth was really providing us with housing, she shouldn't have to pay which would make it $200.00 each. Ruth said no, we argued and we agreed to charge her one-half, leaving approximately $187.00! We were laughing at the dickering considering that we would have a week in Virginia, on the water, for under two hundred dollars - including rooms, transportation, maid service and food. Obviously there will be personal expenses, non-food purchases like beer, eating out...whatever.

"Finally, we agreed that each of us will give Bob $200.00 - Ruth only $100.00 - giving us a kitty of $1500.00 out of which he'll rent the van and pay other expenses. If there is anything left when we get back, we'll get a refund. Bob is notorious for keeping track of every penny he spends of his own money, so he's the perfect treasurer!"

"That certainly is businesslike for a bunch of language majors! It's got to be the cheapest week-long vacation possible unless you are hiking and camping out! Now, what about the schedule - when do you leave?"

"They estimate that it will take about six or six and one-half hours to get there. We couldn't leave until mid-afternoon next Friday so we're planning to go about 6:00 AM Saturday morning which should get us there about noon. God, think about it - a week and a half from now, I be in Virginia, on the beach and lying on the sand - and my poor darling will still be here in this stupid March weather!"

"Yeah, but, you know, that master's candidate I'm testing is a very voluptuous young woman who just might like to have some insurance to guarantee that she passes!"

"There will be no voluptuous exam taker, there will be no promiscuous coed - we will have no adulterous activity here, only in Virginia Beach. One of us may be generous and beyond jealousy, but the other is a selfish and jealous shrew who, as I threatened before, would castrate you and kill her! Life isn't fair for you - but it's very nice for me. Now, tomorrow morning I have to shop for a new bikini or two!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 16



So, the preparations began. Clothes were selected and packed, cash for the kitty and other expenses was collected and, on Friday before taking off, Ruth, Judy, Claire and Sandy met in the office to arrange any last second issues that might come up. Totally unexpectedly, one of Sandy's questions about the trip was to be answered. Ruth arrived with several 3 x 5 cards with colored marks on them, one color per card. She explained their purpose: "Bob and I will be staying in my grandparents' room, leaving the other three. The other bedrooms are the same except for cosmetic differences, and are named according to their color. So there is the Green Room, the Blue Room and the Red Room. Rather than getting there and deciding who goes where, you can each draw a card and your room will match the color on the back. Ok?"

That sounded like a perfect way to avoid fumbling around in making choices later. Sandy turned over the Blue Room card, Judy the Red and Claire the Green, seemingly concluding the question of rooms. However, Sandy decided that that was as good a time as ever to face that "elephant in the room," her relationship with Frank.

"All right, Frank and I have the Blue Room, which is fine. However, I have a very strong feeling that my three closest friends have set me up!" Her statement was met with surprised and questioning looks - with a bit of guilt showing through. "When you proposed that I go with you, my only concern was whether, as a married woman, a happily married woman, I could share a room with another man for a week at the beach. I thought about it and discussed it with Mack and he agreed with Frank that this was too good an offer to pass up, so I accepted. I looked at your brochure, Ruth, and I saw a picture of, I think, the Green Room. Now, I'm informed that all of the rooms are the same, so, unless I have missed some critical bit of information, I have gone from sharing a room with Frank, to sharing a bed with Frank! Am I, a married woman, expected to sleep with Frank for, as I count them, eight nights?"

As Sandy described the scene, all three faces had guilt written all over them and, after there was a period of looking at each other and making incoherent and sputtering efforts to decide what to say, Judy finally took the lead. "Oh, Sandy, I'm so sorry and we didn't want to put you in a difficult place, but we all so badly wanted you with us. The only reason that we didn't invite you immediately was Mack. We like him and you two are a perfect couple, but he just isn't part of our group. This is probably the last time all of us will be together, just the eight of us, and we just hoped that it will work out. Don't be too mad at us!"

"Ruth finally was able to get her thoughts together and added, "We really don't think that Frank really is into women, for whatever reason. And, in any case, you could put something between you like bundling. They are queen-sized beds, so there should be room. Or" she added with a rather timid, smile, "You could wear blue jeans to bed like you did in Spain."

"So, I'm to rely on Frank not being into women - or into me. I'm either to build a fortress between us or wear jeans, or both!" Reaching behind her to a shopping bag, she pulled out a sheer shorty nightgown that would tempt a man, not hide her body. "This is what I bought this morning and I thought that I might wear it to bed when we are in Virginia!"

Ruth stared with eyes wide with shock, "My god, Sandy, that's beautiful but it won't hide anything!"

Judy was more explicit, "If you wear that to bed, Frank really will be into you, literally!" 

"You're probably right and I could leave this at home and wear a more prosaic nightgown, but, you all know perfectly well that if we sleep together for eight nights, it doesn't matter what I wear unless I do go for the jeans - which I'm not going to do. There will be eight of us there and I'm the only one that is married. If I end up with a scarlet A, you three are equally responsible and I had better never hear a word about it!"

"It was Claire that finally spoke up as she said, "Sandy, dear, we all love you and anything you do is absolutely ok with us. Unless you say different, we're going to act as if we have four unmarried couples staying together and making love. Take off your rings or leave them on, you and Frank are a couple this week. Of course, that's assuming that Frank plays his role and cooperates!"

"Sandy replied with a knowing smile, "I don't think that there is going to be a problem with that!"

Ruth looked at her with a quizzical smile, commenting wryly, "You know, I wonder if Frank turned Sarah and the others girls down because he already had a better deal working! I'm also wondering if we're the ones that have been had, not you!"

"Now Ruth, I'm a happily married woman who loves her husband. Any speculations about any ongoing affairs are completely unsupported by evidence!"

The group broke up shortly after that with the three women exchanging questioning, but certainly not disapproving, looks. Hearing their conversation as they left undoubtedly would have been quite entertaining.

Sandy hurried into the house, bubbling with the news of her very productive afternoon. She recounted her conversation with her three friends and finished, "Now I won't have to worry about the question of sleeping with Frank - they know about it before we go. Plus, they admitted that they set it up so they are party to it."

"Well, you certainly brought up so there is no need to pretend that nothing is happening. However, what made you change your mind? You were going to pretend that nothing had happened before and that things had developed because you would be sharing a room there. That's a big turnaround!"

"Yeah, I know and it really was on the spur of the moment. When Ruth said that all the rooms were the same so that our blue room was the same as the green one on the brochure, I could hardly be so unobservant that I wouldn't see that there was only one bed in the room that Frank and I would have. So, I just decided to call them on it and blame them if something developed between me and Frank. Then when they suggested bundling and one of them actually suggested wearing jeans to sleep in, I just spontaneously pulled out that little nightgown to shake them up. I just decided to go all the way and admit that I actually planned to sleep with Frank.

"Boy, were they shocked! I even mentioned the scarlet letter and said that would be their fault! It's funny, they were fixing for me to sleep with Frank because they really wanted me with them, which really is touching, while, at the same time, I was planning to sleep with him and worrying about how they would receive it. Now, we both get our wish without being devious!"

"You certainly accomplished that! What do you think about not wearing your rings?"

"Heavens no! I'm proud of those rings and if wearing them makes it seem more like adultery, I just don't care. I'm a married woman and I'm certainly not going to hide that from anyone." 

"From Ruth's last comment, it's pretty obvious that she thinks, accurately, that something was going on with Frank before this came up. Are you going there?"

"I haven't thought about that, but, you know, I'm tempted to do so. They're going to assume it anyway and I think that might be fun to admit it. I don't know. I think that I'll wait and see how they react to the reality that I'm actually sleeping with Frank. I'm pretty sure that they will approve, and if they ask or hint broadly about the past, I'll probably tell them. I'll check with Frank of course, but I have a feeling that our...what do they call it...oh yeah, 'street cred' will go up if they know we're having an affair! If I do say anything, I'll definitely let them know that you at least tacitly approve. 

"Which reminds me, I have a feeling that I might be better off at this point to say something to Frank - like I think you know, but you look the other way. I don't think that I want to just say that you told me to go ahead or anything like that. Also, I don't want him to realize that you've known all the time and that I still pretended to him that you didn't. In other words, that the precautions I took were phony. It would be as if I had lied to him or, even, that we were laughing at him with the phony security. In any case, I'm afraid that, one of these times, he'll ask me directly if you know about us. We'll really be together a lot in the next week and I think that I need to be prepared so I won't say something stupid that will complicate things. Do you have an opinion?"

"You do what you think is best there. Your instincts have worked well so far, so I will trust them. In reality, it doesn't matter a whole lot to me. I suppose you could handle it the way you did with the girls - say I asked about the sleeping arrangements because I realized, somehow, that there was only one bed in the room. You didn't want to tell me a direct lie, so you confessed, Then, I could have told you I was pretty sure you were having an affair almost from the beginning, but since I wasn't concerned, I turned the traditional blind eye. I do think that it might be unwise to give the girls anything more than a hint unless you tell him first. You wouldn't want for him to hear it by accident from someone else. If you do end up confessing that your secret love affair is not so secret, make sure that he understands that neither he nor I should acknowledge it in any way! We should act exactly the same as we have up to now - friendly and polite, ignoring the fact that we share a lovely woman, my wife and his married mistress, one and the same!

"As far as the others are concerned, tell them whatever you want. As long as it is very secure, I really don't care. If everyone is discreet and trustworthy, my ego will not be impacted in any way, whatever my supposed role is. Just enjoy yourself, enjoy your friends and enjoy your lover. Then come home and tell me all about it! Next year, it will be our time!"

We did all the necessary things such as last minute packing, making sure that she had money and credit cards, charged up her Ipad and the useless (at the beach house) telephone, included the necessary recharging cables, etc. She was also taking a good Nikon camera - set to auto - for higher quality pictures. She was also going to keep a brief journal of events on the Ipad. We assumed, correctly as it turned out, that wifi would be limited or non-existent. Thus, while I could talk with her daily by land line, we would have to discuss her activities in detail when she returned. 

There was one other loose end that Sandy took care that evening. She called Frank and filled him in on her conversation with the girls. She definitely wanted him to know that the women, and presumably the fellows, would be expecting them to sleep together. She added that there might be a suspicion about their overall relationship and they should talk about that when they were alone. In any case, she thought that there might be some teasing about their "shacking up" together on this trip. Not surprisingly, Frank was not too concerned and, in fact, was pleased that there would be no pretense necessary. 

So, Saturday morning, a little before 6:00 AM, an enormous van pulled into the driveway, I put her suitcase aboard, kissed her very hard, wished her and them a very reluctant "goodbye and have a wonderful trip," and watched that van disappear out of sight. I felt an emptiness inside that would remain until she returned eight days later. The house had never seemed so big. I wanted her to have a marvelous time and have a wonderful experience - but I missed her!

This was made worse by knowing that we wouldn't be able to talk to each other several times a day as we would have if cell phones worked there. We knew from Ruth that the house had a land line with an extension in each room so, as I said before, we could talk each day, but that put severe limits on both the length and privacy of the calls. Of course, this is the way it was for everybody not long ago - I certainly remember it - but new habits are hard to break, too. In any case, we were prepared for, but hating, a real separation, orally as well as physically. 

I watched the clock all morning and, finally, about 1:15 PM I got a call. They had stopped for lunch and gotten to the house about 12:30, unloaded the van and had found their rooms. The place is beautiful, the beach is perfect and they were changing into their bathing suits and were going in the water. She was tired and they - she empathized the "they" - probably would take a nap later.

We talked later that day, briefly, and she was running over with news about the place and, the other couples and, of course, discreetly, about her and Frank - which is where the issue of privacy came in. Extensions are prone to accidental problems if someone else picks up. We talked every day, but our conversations were unsatisfying and many activities could only be hinted at. Consequently, not only was I extraordinarily eager to see her return off the van after nine long days and nights because I had missed her, I also was extremely curious about exactly what had gone on at that beach house in Virginia. The phone calls really were just teasers - better than nothing, by far - leaving with information of their mundane activities but only hints of their nefarious fun. 

I could hardly contain my joy as she finally stepped out of the van when they returned. Still, as I kissed her, I did so without the wild enthusiasm that I felt, for I found myself conscious of the fact that the other seven people in that van knew that she had been happily committing adultery with one of their number for the last nine days. Since I hadn't really been able to talk with Sandy about that sensitive issue, I had no idea of what they thought my role in her affair had been. Therefore, I waited until the van turned out of the driveway and greeted her the way I wanted to. Oddly enough, she confessed that she had felt that same hesitancy before her friends - greeting her husband in front of their knowing eyes suddenly was embarrassing!

We soon got over that momentary restraint and the next kiss was a true welcome home. Strangely enough, sexual desire had nothing to do with my happiness to have her home - I just wanted her there with me. However, as is usually the case, sex reared its head not too long after we came down from the simple pleasure of being together. Looming in the background, of course, was the account of her week in Virginia and we were eager to get to it. Finally, I broached the subject by asking a ridiculous question, "Has your cunt had a nice workout since you left?"

"If my cunt was a muscle, it would be ready for the Olympics. Are you ready to hear the story? Yeah, I can see you are! The only drawback to the last week has been the inability to talk to you freely several times a day, particularly when something of sexual interest occurred. Let me get my journal so I can keep things in order. I'll start at the beginning with the trip.

"The van was very comfortable and rode well. We had plenty of room. Frank and I sat together and no one made any comments about us except for when we got on the highway, one of the fellows, and I couldn't tell who, yelled out, "We're on the road, four couples headed for bed and beach in that order - forget breakfast." We made very good time, stopping for lunch and then heading for the house. Fortunately, Ruth knew the way or I'm sure we probably would have been lost. The place was all you could ask, inside and out. We pulled in and the caretaker-maid, Juanita, came out right away - she was very nice and was wonderful in keeping the place neat and clean. She prepared breakfast every day and lunch if we were there! She was worth a lot more than we paid. We went in and went up a long curving staircase and took our suitcases to our room - which gave me a funny feeling, 'our' room not being with you. We all then took a quick tour of the house and you could see that it had been a real mansion when it was built. Big rooms, carved wood trim and molding, high ceilings - beautiful! Not my style, but beautiful. 

"After a quick tour, we returned to our rooms and changed into bathing suits - changing with Frank! We all ran out onto the beach, which was white soft sand, and charged into the water. It was warmer than had I feared, it being March, That section of the beach is sheltered by some barrier islands which, apparently helps and the water is shallow pretty far out so it warms from the sun. You can actually walk out twenty yards before it's above your shoulders - considerably further for the taller people - which was everyone else except for Judy. It really was wonderful, especially after that long drive.

"We stayed out for a half hour or forty-five minutes and came in and went to our rooms to unpack and, as Bob said, 'Wink, wink, have a nap!' There was unanimous agreement that a nice long nap would be a good idea! It was, of course, the first time that Frank and I had been alone, so, as you can imagine, there was a great deal of kissing and hugging. We then took a shower together - it was a big shower - and went to bed for the first time in 'our' room. There was no need for much foreplay, and I think that he was in me in two or three minutes. I think the whole situation added to our arousal and we both came after a short time. I started coming before he did and it felt wonderful. Afterwards, we lay together, talking about how good this was and that we had a whole week, actually eight nights together. Then, we actually fell asleep together, so I guess it was a nap.

"When we woke up, almost an hour later, we did unpack and it was fun using the same bureau. He was watching as I put my underwear in the draw and I grinned at him, 'When I go home, I want these panties to go with me!' He laughed at me, leading to another kissing session. Finally, we dressed shorts and a tee shirt for me. That time I wore a bra, but I think that it was the only time at the house. We drove into a nearby town to eat most evenings so I wore it then, but not at home - we called it 'home' for convenience.

"Everyone else was already sitting around the living room when we came down and we were greeted by a number of suggestive comments about our long 'nap'! Frank embarrassed me a bit - in a good way - by saying, "Yes, I love a nice long nap with Sandy! I think that I'll need one every day while we're here!' 

"Bob reached over and hugged Ruth and joined in the kidding, 'Yeah, I enjoyed that nice afternoon nab with Ruth on that very comfortable bed that her grandparents had, but I really curious to see what she and it are like all night - will she let me get some sleep?' He received a thump on his arm.

"Ed promptly joined in with, 'Judy has me concerned about that too, but, when you sleep with a woman, you have to take care of her needs as well as your own, I have a feeling that Sandy has a lot of needs, so, Frank, you may not get a lot of sleep at night either!'

"Frank replied, 'You know, I'm afraid you're right. If she's as active at night as she is while napping, I could have a problem!'

"Obviously, they were baiting me, and I know that I was blushing, but I decided to join in and respond to their teasing. 'Ok, wise guys! You and your female co-conspirators have done enough. Here I am, an innocent, respectable married woman lured into a trap in which she is doomed to get Hester's A through no fault of her own - to be condemned by all right-minded people, none of whom, fortunately, are here! There is a vile conspiracy to corrupt me and I think I should sleep right here on this couch to protect my virtue and innocence rather than sleeping with this braggart here!'

"My comments were met with gales of laughter which grew even more raucous as Frank responded, 'After that rather vigorous nap, I'm afraid that there is no virtue or innocence left to save!'




Sandy and Frank Ch. 16



"I started pummeling his arm as he easily held me off, laughing at my pretend anger. Everyone joined in the laughter and, after a minute of two, I gave up beating at him and stated loudly, 'Ok, you big mouth, It's going to be a long time before I'll sleep with you again!'

"'Yeah, probably not until tonight"

"At that point I gave up the charade and grinned, admitting, 'Not until tonight!' At that, he pulled me over and kissed me right in front of everybody.

"That byplay wasn't exactly planned, but it was exactly what was needed to clear the air of any lingering need to tip toe around my relationship with Frank. He clearly had screwed me during nap time, and, obviously, I intended to sleep with him while we were there and, equally obvious, I wasn't sensitive about my marital status. Obviously it was adultery, but that was not a concern, seemingly to anyone. So, on the first day that critical issue was taken care of - but there was one more to come.

"We all got in the van and drove to town, looked around and had hamburgers. We came back and, since it was still beautiful out, we went into the water again. There was just enough surf to make it interesting and it was almost dark when we came in. After another shower to remove the salt, I put on a pair of panties and a light silky robe and joined the others. We women had discussed clothing before, and the others dressed similarly. It was a very pleasant and intimate group as we sat around and talked. About 10:00 there was general agreement that it had been a long day and we should go to bed. As we were separating and heading for our respective bed rooms, Judy called out, 'Hey Sandy, I think that you've punished Frank long enough! Anyway, you wouldn't really be very comfortable on that couch!' That evoked a final general laugh!

"It really felt good and was exciting going into 'our' bedroom and shutting the door behind us, particularly with everyone knowing we were going to have sex and sleep together. It was a very pleasant feeling of being 'naughty' with everyone's approval. It wasn't long before my robe and panties were gone and I was on my back with Frank on top and in me. I know that he enjoyed the byplay and that it was no secret that we were lovers. It was a big house and the bed springs were quiet, otherwise they all would have been aware of what we were doing. Of course, they undoubtedly were doing the same thing, so they wouldn't have heard, anyway!

"When we had recovered and were lying there relaxed against each other, we were both feeling very good about the day and the week ahead of us. We were kidding back and forth about our rather explicit revelations to the others of our sexual relationship. I don't know exactly what led up to it, but we were speculating on just how far we should go in revealing our affair to them. I told him that some, certainly Ruth, already assume that we were intimate before this trip, primarily because I agreed to use a room with one bed. He didn't care about them knowing in and of itself - in fact, he was pleased that they no longer thought that he wasn't interested in women. As he said, he had the best woman he knew of and was proud of that. That comment earned him a hard and loving kiss! He was concerned that unintentionally, something, somehow, would get back to you.

"All this talk of how much revelation and how much secrecy worried me because I didn't want to risk saying something and having it coming back to bite me later. The only thing I didn't like about everyone knowing about me and Frank was what you mentioned before I agreed to come. I hated for these dear friends to think that I was cheating and being unfaithful even if they were willing to overlook my adultery. But, if I told them otherwise, and Frank heard about, he would have a right to be upset. You and I talked about this before I left and I suddenly decided to follow your suggestion - saying that you realized that the room had only one bed and asked me about it.

"Obviously, I said to him, Mack knew that I planned to sleep with you here and, finally, I confessed the whole thing right back to that first time in the car. As you can imagine, he was shocked when I told him that you knew, but he was reassured that I was right there with him and perfectly happy. I went on and said that I hadn't been as clever as I thought in concealing things like marked up tits! I said that you weren't really asleep that first night when I sneaked in but you were drowsy and didn't say anything at the time. I told him that you were worried about me for you could tell that I was hiding something that bothered me. You watched me carefully and finally saw some marks on my tits. Clearly something had happened and he waited for me to say something. Instead, I suddenly cheered up after the second party and that you put two and two together. I told him, truthfully, that you knew that I loved you and that you knew me far too well to worry about me having an affair, even a love affair!"

"Well, that's a surprise! Boy, you really had your story thought out, didn't you? How did he react - he must have been really shocked!"

"Yeah, part of it was spontaneous, but as I told you, I was afraid that he would ask me a difficult question, so I had worked part of it out. And, yes, of course, he was shocked, but not quite as much as I had expected. He calmed down after I assured him that nothing had changed, as shown by me being in bed with him right then. He admitted that he had been concerned that you might know or suspect something because he knew how close we were. In addition - and this is embarrassing - he said that I was just too honest and open to do a good job of keeping a secret like this from my husband! That was his biggest concern! But, things had gone on for a year so he had relaxed a bit - and now I had scared him badly because he had a fear of losing me! That's the way he expressed it.

"He finally asked about the thing that surprised him the most. 'As you say, you're here in bed with me and we just fucked which obviously means that Mack let you come on this trip where we will be sleeping together, and screwing, for a week. Are you saying that he has no objection to us continuing, even after we get back?"

"I told him, 'That's exactly what I'm saying, sweetheart. You still have your married mistress and I still love you! Nothing has changed - I love Mack with all my heart, as he knows, but I love you, too, and he's fine with that! In fact, he said that he wants nothing to change between us or the two of you - he wants you both to act as if he knows nothing about us!

"As you can imagine, this conversation went on for some time, but the end result seems to be perfect. He admitted that he felt somewhat guilty about us when he was talking to you, and he was very happy to remove that feeling. He still found it hard to believe that you can be so unconcerned about your wife having a love affair, but he was very happy. All in all, confessing to him that I had confessed to you made things much more comfortable. It will also remove much of the sneaking around element back here - he and I can just get together without worrying about a party!

"However, I did lie to him about one thing. I told him that you know about our affair, but I lied and said that you didn't know specifically what we did or where - as in the office - we did it. In addition, I didn't tell him about the cameras. I just felt that it was better to keep those things just for us to know."

"I think that was very wise. In fact, I told you to follow your instincts, and you did just that and your instincts seemed to be perfect. This really should make things easier all around. I must say, your first day turned out to be a real winner! With a start like that, I can't wait to hear about the rest of your trip!

"Ok, I'll go on. When I woke up Sunday morning I had an amazingly light-hearted feeling. I was cuddled up against Frank and everything just felt different. I had had sex with him numerous times and had slept all night with him twice in our bed so I was doing nothing really new - but it felt as if I were! We were away somewhere together, sleeping together in a different room - 'our' room. I honestly felt as if we were on a honeymoon - not really, of course, but being alone together, in bed, in a different house was very different from what we had done before.

"I knew that soon we would dress together and go out of our room and see people that knew that we had slept together. They would know that Frank had fucked me last night - and probably this morning. I remember having those same thoughts when going out in public the day after we were married - all eyes on me, saying 'We know what you were doing!' It was the same feeling I had the first time you and I went the whole way - I thought that everyone knew and that they were thinking 'she was a virgin last night but she isn't anymore!' Anyway, a short time later Frank woke up and not too long afterwards we were doing just what I had anticipated - we were having sex. We had done the same thing twice yesterday, but somehow, this felt like sexual intercourse rather than fucking. Of course, it was the same act, so the difference was mental, not physical, and the result was the same as we drove against each other in orgasm.

"That bride feeling, a shy embarrassment, did continue as we went downstairs and joined the others, but it soon went away as I realized that I wasn't the only one made self-conscious by everyone knowing that they had spent last night sleeping with a man. Oh, there were no virgins there, but this was different from occasional rendezvous with their lovers. 

"We explored the facilities and rooms of our new 'home,' enjoyed the beach and the water and, in general, settled in. The scenery was beautiful and I left my camera on a central table and told people to take whatever pictures they wanted. I said that I would send copies to everyone when we got back. I laughed and said that if any pictures were indiscreet, I would make sure that they went only to the proper person. I haven't looked at them yet, of course, but I think that quite a few were of that type! 

"Juanita showed us equipment that was very useful including sun shelters which we referred to as 'cabanas' that were just right for a couple to shelter from the sun - and secure a little semi-private space to relax. They were made up of metal frames with canvas roofs and sides. We promptly set up four of those and they were occupied daily. There also floats, beach balls and other recreational items to keep the regular bed and breakfast visitors happy. The wide porch had the traditional rocking chairs plus several two-people settees which were nice to share. Indoors, the pool table got a lot of use and a supply of board games which, surprisingly, were very popular in the evening. The TV coverage was just local stations received by antenna. With no cable TV, no wifi, no internet and no cell phone service, we were cut off from much of the normal, noisy world and playing pool, playing board games like Monopoly and just sitting around talking was quite relaxing."

"Actually, it sounds ideal! A week without my phone chiming, no email messages to be answered, no time wasted channel-surfing - I'd love it. It was good for you to get away from research and study, but I'll bet you did some of that, too."

"Oh yeah, I have Shakespeare and Lope on my Ipad and I did quite a bit of work while I was lying in the cabana with Frank. He had stuff on his tablet, too, so all of our time wasn't 'wasted.' We did a lot of swimming, floating, beach walking, driving into town, game playing - and making out in our cabana and fucking on our bed. One thing was obvious - we did all of those things and more, but the real reason the four couples were there was to have sex! The first few days one or the other of those couples had what we laughingly referred to as 'nap time' when there was no intent to nap! We were unbelievably fortunate that not one of the girls got their period during that week, so screwing was the theme for everyone.

"After the first three or four days some of the pent-up sexual energy was spent, but people never got to the point that fucking only before going to sleep was enough. In fact, at first, couples would quietly leave and go to their room and return when they were finished. As the week went on, however, everyone became much freer and unless you averted your eyes when passing one of those semi-private cabanas, you might get a good view of some very erotic behavior. In addition, the canvas sides stopped about six inches above the sand and were not fastened down. The steady on-shore breeze frequently meant the sides were exposed. At first, again, the group, as a whole, was pretty careful about exposure in public, but that began to slip when playing around in the surf. Claire lost her top when she fell in the surf and we all saw her breasts as she tried to recover her bra. She was embarrassed and was blushing, but not long afterwards, the idea of all of us going topless was accepted"

"So everyone saw your tits! You did get adventurous!"

"Yeah, but there was one unexpected development! Frank had continued placing a nice hickey under my left nipple and, suddenly, it was exposed to everyone! There was a lot of teasing that went on, talking about someone putting an ownership mark on my breast. That in turn reminded Tom of a story he had read. Tom is in Latin American literature, but I'm not so I had never run across the story which had the title 'Amante Casado de Pedro.' He said, laughing, it looks like we have the 'Amante Casado de Frank!"

"I'll admit that I started blushing for that translates as the 'Married Mistress of Frank' or, of course, 'Frank's Married Mistress!' It seems that Pedro kept a married woman in a fancy apartment as his mistress, thus the title. I must have been beet red as everyone laughed uproariously. I don't think that I would have been so embarrassed if we hadn't been using that term for me all the time at home, but, while really flustered, I actually enjoyed having the attention focused on my relationship with Frank. Making the embarrassment even worse, but at the same time sending a wave of excitement running through me, Frank leaned down and kissed my nipple stating, unbelievably, 'I claim this charming woman as my married mistress!' 

"Somehow, and I certainly don't know how, I recovered and with aplomb I still don't believe, I jerked back, saying, 'Oh no you don't! Not until I get that fancy apartment! Until then you will have to settle for being mi amante!' My comeback caused even more laughter, friendly laughter, with a comic debate on whether 'mistress' or 'lover' should apply. To top it off, and I admired his quick thinking, Frank said, wait here. He went up to our room and returned, handing me a twenty dollar bill and asking, 'Is this enough for you to accept being my mistress?'

"I looked at the bill and visibly considered the offer and, after considerable dramatic hesitation, replied, 'No, but if you come up to the room right now and make it forty, I guess I'll be your married mistress!'"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 17



"Honey, there is no way I can describe my feelings about that whole exchange! It was such an intimate situation that I was sharing with everyone and I was basking in their approval of my reaction. Everyone hugged me and, of course, my bare tits were against each of them. I was surprised by how nice it was to feel my tits against the tits of each of the girls - very nice!

"So, totally unexpectedly, Frank and my considering myself to be his mistress went from a private, loving description of our relationship, to being recognized by the whole group - I was Frank's married mistress and I publicly accepted that title."

"My god, honey, you had quite an experience. First you have your tits out in public , you're 'love mark' is displayed and your relationship with Frank is made explicit! So everyone called you his 'married mistress.' Had you said anything to them about me knowing or were they still thinking that you were cheating?"

"Oh, damn, I knew that I should have gone down my journal in chronological order! I jumped ahead when I started talking about the equipment, particularly the cabanas. Let me back up. The answer is definitely yes. I told Frank about my 'confession' and, as I said, woke up happy about that. I knew then that if I told the girls that you knew everything it would be ok as far as he was concerned. Later that day the four of us, the women, were sitting on the beach watching the fellows throwing a ball around and something was said that gave me an opening. Actually, Ruth and Claire were talking about a murder mystery and one of them, Claire, I think, innocently said the wife was killed by her husband because he found out that she was having an affair. She suddenly stopped, embarrassed, looking at me to see if I had heard.

"I had been trying to think of a way to bring up my situation and this, of course, was it. I immediately took advantage of what normally would have a difficult faux pas for her. I smiled and said, 'Don't worry about me being shot by my enraged husband! I should tell you this anyway because I don't want you to have a bad impression of me as an unfaithful wife. If you define adultery as a married woman having sexual intercourse with another man, I definitely am guilty. However, if, instead, you define it as cheating on your husband by having that sex behind his back, I'm not. Please keep this a secret, but, the fact is, Mack knows about me and Frank!' 

"I had three startled faces before me, happily with no skeptical looks. I went on to simply say, 'One night after the party when Frank drove me home, he asked if he could kiss me, something he said he had wanted to do all semester. I said yes and one thing led to another and we got carried away and he screwed me. Afterwards, we were both shocked by what we had done. I went in and confessed to Mack and he forgave me without hesitation. Happily, he had no doubt about my feelings for him and he wasn't threatened by me having sex with Frank. However, we talked about it seriously for several days and I finally admitted to Mack that I actually had enjoyed what we had done. He asked me if I would like to do it again and, amazingly, when I said yes, he gave me permission to have an affair. So technically I'm being unfaithful, but I honestly don't think that I'm cheating.'

"They were unbelieving, not that what I said wasn't true, but that any husband could be as loving and generous as you are! You are a paragon in their minds! Actually, everything I said was true although not in quite the way I described it. They promised to keep my secret although I imagine a filtered version got to the fellows. They in no way indicated that the story changed their feeling about me for, apparently, they were not concerned about me committing adultery. For some reason, they cared for me too much to condemn me for whatever I did! That really shocked and touched me more than I can tell you, and it made me feel very good! Anyway, I'm not seen as a cheater, you are close to being a saint and Frank is my lover!"

"Well, I must say that you seemed to have covered all of the bases. Actually, I'll admit that I feel a bit better about their picture of my role in all of this. As I told you earlier, my ego is not really involved in this too much, but I am more comfortable with the part of the confident and beneficent husband instead of one betrayed by an unfaithful wife. Perhaps being a paragon or saint is a bit overdone, but I'll take it. So, shy, conservative Sandy was walking around with bare breasts - you who were concerned about people seeing your nipples poking out through a blouse. Now, right in front of everyone, your tits are bare and one of those nipples is kissed by another man! That was quite an experience."

"I think that my explanation of the true state of affairs freed everyone quite a bit and Frank and I received a fair amount of teasing. Teasing is fun if it's done with affection and that certainly was the case here. As we came down for breakfast, there was a round of applause as if we were dignitaries gracing the table. Later, one of the girls was talking about how unfortunate it was back home for the girls there. Sarah, Ellie and all the others were attempting to seduce Frank, not knowing that he already had the prettiest, nicest and smartest woman as his married mistress! I was flustered, not knowing how to answer that very flattering picture of me. Before I could say a word, one of the fellows agreed, saying, 'Damn, you're right. If any of us had known a year ago that Sandy was available, she would have been surrounded - but she was just too married. Frank was the smart one!' 

"Frank stood up and took a bow. 'I accept your congratulations and accolades with great humility. As you say, I seduced and conquered the ultimate prize in our department, the lovely young woman now recognized by all, including herself, as my wonderful mistress. I think that I can probably use Caesar's words, Veni, vidi, vici - I came, I saw, I conquered"

"At that point, I stood up and demanded the tables' attention. 'Thank you for your very kind, perhaps too kind, description of me. However before my friend here takes too much credit for my downfall, let me say that in a very underhanded way, he got a young, innocent and faithful married woman into his rolling bedroom of a car and unscrupulously seduced her for his own underhanded pleasure, leaving her morally bereft and corrupted and almost forced to become his mistress to avoid scandal! He should be condemned rather than honored!'

"There was universal laugher when I finished and sat down. Frank's finally got a word in, 'My mistress in maligning me and my accomplishments and I think she dares to do so because I haven't given her a good spanking for a while, I'm afraid that a I will have to apply some discipline to her pretty little ass to make her behave.'

"Blushing, I jumped my feet, stating firmly, 'There will be no spanking!! I'm going outside!' I stalked out with peals of laughter ringing in my ears.

"Oh, that joking around was fun. I think we were all enjoying having our inhibitions fading away, starting with the acceptance of bare boobs. Here, let me check my journal - yes, that was the third day. The following night, Tuesday, it was beautiful, with a very bright full moon so we went back into the water and bounced around in the surf. It was a lot of fun with people falling down and rolling about as they tried to get up. As you would expect, there was a considerable amount of horse-play, particularly fellows with girls - horse-play that involved a considerable amount of tit squeezing! I know that there were hands all over mine! It really was fun and being felt didn't bother me at all. It really was a sort of bonding - really as a group, not just couples. We finally came in and went up to shower off and Frank and I were both excited by the experience and he was fondling my tit. Grinning at him, I teasingly asked, 'How does it feel compared to the others?'

"He laughingly replied, 'Just as I knew all along! My mistress has the best tits of anybody in this house! Definitely, the best tits I've ever felt anywhere. And, from what I could tell, I think that everyone else got a pretty good feel of them, too!

"I started giggling and answered, 'I couldn't tell who was connected to which hands, but I would be surprised if anyone was left out!'"

"Wow, you did let go! I think that being with Frank lowered your inhibitions. I don't think that you ever did anything like that, not even close to it."

"No, you're right. You and Frank were the only two who had ever touched my bare breasts before - actually no one ever had a chance because they were never bare with anyone around. I think that it was that bonding thing. I was part of a...well, I guess...loving group, and we were all just playing around! It wasn't really a sex-thing, but, at the same time, it was. Having their hands on my tits was just part of sharing in the fun. The closest thing to it that I've experienced was my year in Spain when there were...let me see...four girls counting me and six fellows. As you know, we were very close and went everywhere and did everything together. I really felt a family-like connection with all of them. There was no sex involved and the fellows were like brothers, but I had that same group bonding.

"Gods, it's hard to remember how young and innocent I was back then. You were my boyfriend back here at home, worrying about what I might be doing over there in Spain. I was still a virgin intent on remaining so until we were married. I was rooming with Helen, also a virgin, who hid her fabulous figure under sloppy clothes. The fellows treated me as a little sister, which I liked, and ignored her which is what she wanted!"

"Yeah, I remember your description of her boobs. I do understand that feeling of being part of a group and permitting familiarity that you wouldn't permit with outsiders. Actually, it must have been fun to have those regular barriers broken down. Obviously, you were comfortable doing things that a year before would have been unacceptable - like showing your tits, much less having them felt."

"Those things were exciting, but I did a number of things last week that surprised me even more. I know that it is surprising that I showed my breasts, but I showed a lot more afterwards!"

"What! Wow, you really did expand your limits! What happened?"

"Well, it was obvious that everyone had enjoyed the playing around the night before so we went back in Wednesday night with the same result, although I think it was a bit less innocent than before. The tit-feeling under the water was less of the supposed accidental grabbing as the girls thrashed around in the surf and more of a real fondling and squeezing. This time I knew whose hands were on me and I didn't pull away. We were all giggling and laughing, all light-hearted and enjoyable. Unbelievably, I even grinned right at the fellows when they had my tits in their hands! 

"There were no secrets and the four of us - the girls, that is - giggled together the next day like teenagers. In fact, Judy, by far the most daring of us, suggested that it might be fun to go skinny-dipping. There was some hesitation, but nobody wanted to be a wet blanket, so Thursday night as we started to go in, one of the fellows, probably primed to do so, yelled out, 'Off with the suits - skinny-dipping time!' We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and our pants were thrown onto the sand."

"Gods, I can't believe you went that far! You actually were naked with everyone there! I can't believe it!"

"I know! Little old conservative me! I wasn't the least bit embarrassed, either! In fact, hard as it is to believe, I loved it. The moon was still pretty bright, but, of course it wasn't like daylight. We all ran into the water and mostly past the surf into the relatively flat water and I paired up with Frank and it was delightful to be standing there with him. There is something different about being naked in the water like that. A bikini bottom doesn't cover much, but uncovering that very important area really gives a feeling of freedom. I know that as I opened my legs and the cool water hit my cunt, I was immediately aroused. 

"Naturally, Frank and I kissed and fondled each other and really enjoyed ourselves. His cock was hard and, at one point, he lifted me up, I spread my legs and he entered me. Actually, there wasn't much real feeling and the position was too hard to hold in the swells of the water, but it was still erotic. Of course, the others were doing the same thing. Bit by bit, pushed by the water, and maybe, desire, we moved in until, suddenly, we were all in the surf and the same playing around started, but this time there was more to feel. Girls, including me, were picked up and dropped, we floundered around, we wrestled with fellows ducking us - all the things horny boys or men have done with girls or women forever. There was no pairing off, no real effort to be monogamous. Tits were felt and cunts were explored and feminine hands grabbed hard cocks."

"Including you?"

"Yes, including me! I know that it seems impossible, but I joined right in. I'm sure that each of the other three fellows felt my cunt and, probably had a finger inside me. I'm equally sure that I had all three other cocks in my hand. It was wild and chaotic, but I'm certain that, somehow, none of us was with our proper partner during that frenzied fifteen minute or more of illicit sex play!"

"Damn, I'm surprised no one got fucked!"

"To be absolutely truthful, I was so hot right then, if someone had held me up the way Frank had previously so my cunt was up and open, I probably could have been taken. In fact, I soon was. It was as if a life guard had blown a whistle and ordered everyone out of the water. Each of us found our partner and headed for the cabanas and, within minutes, there were four couples screwing right out on the beach! Frank's cock drilled into my very well lubricated cunt and we began fucking. It was unquestionably one of the most frenetic and wild sessions of sexual intercourse we had ever shared.

"We both exploded quite quickly, not surprising given the sexual fueling of the nude swimming. Afterwards, we just lay there, Frank still on me as we listened to the sounds of others completing their climaxes. We stayed there a few more minutes, kissing and relaxing, before struggling to our feet and making our way onto the porch. Our pants were still lying somewhere on the sand, so we just grabbed towels and started drying off. Bob and Ruth were already there and the other two couples straggled up. I made absolutely no effort to hide my body and just stood there completely naked as I started to dry off.

"I heard Judy say, 'Well, that was fun!' I turned toward and saw her equally naked as she dried off and I couldn't help but focus on her dark triangle of pubic hair. Ruth and Claire were a bit more discreet, but they, also, were just drying off and, obviously, not too concerned about exposure. Facing the others, including the fellows of course, I used the towel to dry my hair, giving everyone a view of my entire body. I then loosely wrapped my towel about me and said, 'This is silly. I'm dry but I've got to have a shower and get the salt off of me and out of my hair.' Turning to Frank, I added, 'You coming?'

"My god, honey, I don't believe it. You doing things like that in the water and then standing there nude letting everyone see you! That's not possible!"

"Tell me about it! Neither Frank of I could believe it when we got back to our room. There just was something about the water, the moonlight, or I don't know what, that caused me to do things I never would have dreamed of before. It was incredible, amazing. I felt absolutely no embarrassment or regret afterwards. Everything just seemed to be the natural thing to do. I couldn't believe that I was so hot that I just lay down naked and was fucked when other people were around me even when they were doing the same thing.

"That's what I meant when I said that I did things that surprised me even more than going topless and getting felt. Somehow and for some reason, whatever limits I had placed on myself on exposure seemed to have been weakened. I think that a good part of that was the business of Frank kissing my nipple in front of everyone plus the whole 'married mistress' sequence. That seemed to free me of my inhibitions and...well, modesty just didn't seem as important in front of the group. I was shocked when we got back to our room, but not enough, as I said, to regret what I had done. Really, neither of us felt that I had gone too far - we were just shocked that I had done what I did."

"Heaven knows, I'm not criticizing you in any way, I'm shocked the same way you two were. This certainly turned out to be a very different relationship than we anticipated. This was supposed to be just a chance to be with your friends while, at the same time, having more time with Frank. It certainly turned into a great deal more. It sounds as if you were on the way to an orgy."

She laughed and replied, "Well, it never went that far! Frank was the only one who fucked me, but there was more nudity and playing around in the water. You can see why I really couldn't explain all this on the telephone! I tried to hint that things were going further that I expected."

"Yeah, I got that, but the idea that my conservative little wife was becoming an exhibitionist never entered my mind. And I remember that the first time that Frank fucked you in the car, you kept talking about how he had seen you almost naked and that bothered you almost as much as the sex itself. Now you deliberately stand drying off nude in front of Frank and six others and it excites you! What a transformation!"

"I know. Calling me an exhibitionist on this trip is a good description, but I don't think that my overall feeling about exposing myself has changed. In my entire time from being a college freshman until that first night with Frank, two people, you and my roommate Helen, were the only people who had seen my nude body. Frank having seen me was a big deal. Now, here on the beach, I walked around, completely naked, in front of six other people. I just felt so intimate with my friends that I wasn't concerned with them seeing me anymore than I do with you or Frank. Well, that's going too far - I really wasn't quite that free with them. You get the idea, though. Actually, however, it's not as if I were doing something that the others weren't. I took quite a few pictures so you'll see what I mean. I have a feeling that all four of us women will be a bit unbelieving about our actions now that we're back home!"

"Ok, go on and shock me some more!"

"Juanita came over each morning and prepared breakfast, made the beds, straightened up the rooms and, in general, kept things nice. Most days she fixed lunch, others we just made sandwiches. She left by noon or earlier, so up to then, we were all quite decorous. Some of just lay around and read, others walked the beach, wading or swimming in the water, collecting rocks and shells. The women sat around and talked while the men threw various balls around - men seem to have a compulsion to throw baseballs or pass footballs! In other words, all the things people do on beaches. After lunch, however, when the eight of us were alone, there was a difference.

"Going topless had changed things, of course, and bras came off automatically. That, itself, when it started was innocent enough, but the more or less surreptitious tit feeling opened the Pandora's Box, and things progressed. That night - with the skinny-dipping, the cunt and cock feeling, fucking in the cabanas afterwards and, maybe, most of all, the casual walking around nude afterwards, - we just got carried away. 

"The following morning, we girls were sitting around talking, a bit embarrassed at first and, all of us shocked at last night's events. None of us, in the light of day, could believe that we had been that wild. However, we all agreed that we had been overwhelmed by excitement, but, sort of hesitantly, admitted that it had been fun. We also agreed that it would be best if we avoided getting carried away like that again - perhaps avoiding the temptation by ruling out skinny-dipping. You have to remember that we basically were a group of relatively conservative women - studious types, not party-girls. Graduate students! We really had been somewhat shaken by what we had done - and how we had enjoyed it until consciences stepped in overnight.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 17



"That might have been the high point - or nadir - of our sexual progression except for an incident the following afternoon. All of us were in the water swimming or riding on a float. None of the girls were wearing bras, which felt perfectly acceptable. Ruth and Bob began struggling, with her shrieking, 'Stop that! Don't you dare!' All eyes focused on them, of course, as the struggle continued above and under the water. Suddenly, Bob surfaced, holding something above the water and, then, as she came up, over her head. She was jumping around in a futile attempted to get what we realized were her pants from him. After holding her off for awhile, Bob balled the pants up and threw them far up on the shore, laughing as moved away, he yelled, 'There, go get them!'

"Ruth screeched and screamed at him but he simply ignored her demands as he continued laughing. Finally taking pity on her, Claire called out to her, 'I'll get them.' Before she could take three steps through the water, she was assaulted from behind as Tom reached in, grasped the sides of her pants and jerked them down and off. When she managed to get to her feet and wipe her eyes, she was nude, too, and her pants had joined Ruth's on the sand. She of course, joined the verbal demands with equal lack of success. Some distance from us, Ed began chasing Judy as she frantically struggled through the water.

"With Frank and me it was very different. We were laughing with the other fellows and Frank hugged me and asked, "Do you want me to take yours off? I won't if you'll be uncomfortable.' 

"I thought that his offer was very considerate and I reached up and kissed him, but said, 'All three of the others will be naked soon, so we had better go along. Anyway, it probably will be fun!' I actually pushed my own pants down and off and handed them to him, accompanied with a shriek like Ruth's, 'Frank, give me my pants back!' We exchanged a conspiratorial grin as I began to struggle with him as the pants flew to join the others on shore. So, rather than throwing water on the fire and maybe heading off what was to happen, I voluntarily threw gasoline on it, ensuring that the flames would grow higher.

"So, there were four bikini bottoms on the beach and four naked women in the water. Four fellows sat on the porch, sitting on the towels and waiting for the inevitable. Obviously it was a stalemate which could end only one way, which, of course, it did. The four of us were waist deep and being battered by the surf as I finally said, 'Girls, there's no way we can win this. We might as well give up! They saw it all last night, anyway.' With that I led our little band of naked nymphs ashore before the amused eyes and applauding hands of our appreciative audience.

"The difference between then and last night, of course, that now it was broad daylight. This is when I really was an exhibitionist. I very calmly strolled across the beach, onto the walk and up onto the porch without making the slightest effort to hide anything. A couple of the others were in semi-September morn position as they joined me, but I just took a towel from Frank, dried off and, unbelievably, sat down comfortably beside him. He put his arm around me as if this were an everyday occasion. The others had dried off but left the towels concealing them until Ruth looked at me, and saying, 'What the hell,' dropped her towel and sat down with Bob. Shortly after, four naked women were reclining against their men and, miraculously, self-consciousness and embarrassment had virtually disappeared!"

"Damn, I wish that I had been there to see that. And you! Voluntarily removing your pants, certainly knowing that you would be seen and, more, taking the lead in exposing everything! Good god, I don't even recognize you as the timid little person I've known since high school!"

"Believe me, I don't recognize myself! I really loved being there naked. Frank and I were talking later, of course, and he said the same thing. He had asked me about removing my pants because he was afraid that I would be too upset by being naked in the daylight. As he said that, instead, 'I seemed to blossom in the sun - the brighter the light and the more revealing the better.'

Anyway, sitting there on the porch beside him, I was suddenly concerned that he might be bothered by my exposure and I quietly asked him, 'Is your mistress going too far? Should I back up a bit?'

"He replied, 'Hell no! You look wonderful and I'm proud to have everyone know that you are my mistress! In fact, I'm tempted to open you up in front of everyone and fuck you right there on the porch!"

"I told him, 'That just might be going a tad too far, but would you like it if I just stayed naked when all of us are together on the beach?' He gave me a great big grin, so I added, 'Ok I'll do it! 

"I really don't know where the nerve, or courage, came from, but I casually stood up and, completely naked, walked down the path and through the sand to where I saw my pants lying. I bent over, well aware of what I was showing, and picked them up and shook sand off of them. Looking critically at the sand still on them, I turned to my transfixed audience and said, 'I'm not going to put those things back on. There's sand all through them. Everybody's seen everything already so I think I'll just stay this way and lie down in our cabana - if no one objects.' With Frank following, that's just what I did.

"Behind me there was utter silence until I heard Judy say, 'Why not. You've all certainly have seen everything and I'm very comfortable. Come on Ed, let's rest awhile. Ruth and Claire soon followed our lead and four naked women and four aroused men shared their small, semi-private cabanas. I'm not sure that all four couples fucked that afternoon, but I know that Frank and I did."

"You continue to amaze me! That is so out of character that I almost think that aliens have taken over your body!"

"I agree. Looking back on it I just know that I couldn't have said or done those things! Sitting here right now describing the events to you, it sounds like I'm reciting a fantasy - someone else's fantasy, not mine! I couldn't dream of doing something like that! Yet, I know I did. It was as if I was drunk or on drugs; something that made me - or permitted me - to do those things, and I think that was exactly the situation. I was high on something, but it wasn't alcohol or drugs, it was the whole situation.

"I was spending eight nights sleeping with my lover, the surroundings were beautiful, any worries I had about the reception I would have because of perceived cheating were gone. My friends were close, they embraced me and I was really part of the group. Playing around in the water sexually was something I had never done. I don't know, but things just seemed to build up and I was loving it. Showing my tits, having the hickey and being teased about it, everybody referring to me as Frank's married mistress - everything. I think that I was on an 'everything' high! Sex was good, friendship was good and, somehow, part of me that I didn't even know existed came out! Hiding in me all these years was this closet exhibitionist! However, I think that it has gone back into hiding now that I'm back in the real world."

"That's probably a good thing! You just might raise a few eyebrows in our rather staid academic community - although, when I think about it, your group sounds as if you were on a typical spring break!"

"Well, at least there was no drunken carousing or drug induced bacchanalia! That was Thursday and I think we had all shocked ourselves and we didn't go into the water that night. Instead, we went into town, ate at a regular restaurant and came back and returned to our more sedate pastimes in the pool room and the board games. However, our ardor may have been cooled as much by the only rain of the week as by sexual caution!

"Nonetheless, there was one final bit of exhibitionism that night, involving me, of course. I had completely forgotten that sexy little nightgown that I had shown the girls back when I acknowledged that I expected to sleep with Frank. Actually, I had forgotten about it because we slept nude. In any case, it was really 'entice wear,' not 'sleep wear.' I don't recall what led up to it, but Ruth slyly asked Frank if I had worn that cute little nightgown that I had shown them. I have no idea of why it embarrassed me so badly, considering all that had happened, but I really started blushing furiously when he replied, 'No, she sleeps naked every night!' He turned to me and asked, 'What's this about a sexy nightgown?'

"I glared at Ruth and stuttered around a moment before, mumbling, 'I don't know. I may have left it at home.' I think that my lie was transparent and, before I could protest, Frank got up and headed for our room. Shortly afterwards, he came back, announcing, 'Look what I found in folded up under her panties!' Mentioning my panties certainly shouldn't have bothered me at that point, but it did, and I know my blushing got deeper. I hid my face as he held it up for all to see. It is very sexy, of course, and that plus my red face, led to expressions like 'wow!...look at that!...hot dog!...and, inevitably, 'try it on!' Naturally, the latter request became the insistent chant. Instead of the strip show mantra of 'take it off,' all I could hear was 'try it on!'

"I was cringing back, hiding my face, repeating over and over, 'I can't!' It's hard, in retrospect, to understand why, after walking naked in broad daylight, I was so self-conscious and bashful, but I guess my old inhibition was back. Regardless, I steadfastly refused until Frank hugged me and, leaning close, beseeched me, 'Come on, honey. You'll look beautiful in it!' He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, 'I would be very proud of my sweet mistress!'

"I took my hands away from my face and looked at him. He lightly kissed me and, without saying a word, I took the gown out of his hands and quietly walked up to our room. I stripped off the tee shirt, shorts and panties I was wearing. I looked in the drawer and pulled out the transparent throng that he had missed and put it on. All it did was call attention to my pussy hair. I slipped the gown on and it hid absolutely nothing. Lace in bridal white that, if anything, enhanced every detail of my body better than if I were nude. It belonged in a bride's trousseau! Well, I don't have to describe it in detail - I showed it to you before we left, and I'll put it on later. I combed my hair, refreshed my lipstick, and went to greet my audience.

"I can't describe my emotions as I started down that big, curved formal staircase. Everything was there - excitement, fear, arousal...and love as I looked at Frank. It was a very emotional moment!"

"I would certainly think so. Damn, I wish I could have seen that!"

"Well, fortunately, anticipating my appearance, Judy had picked up my camera and she snapped, I think, fifteen pictures as I came down and later as I stood in front of them. Anyway, I felt like a Ziegfeld Girl in one of those musicals as I came down those stairs. I have never felt like that and, truthfully, I expected some kind of rowdy reaction - teasing me with whistling and, maybe sarcastic clapping - but, honey, there was dead silence at first, followed by the same 'wows' and, even, 'my god!' I felt like a princess as I slowly walked down, knowing every eye was on me.

"The...well, I guess I can say the word... awed...silence and murmuring ended with a chorus of appreciative comments that filled me with pleasure. I actually felt beautiful! It was an amazing feeling, standing there in a miniscule, sheer nightgown intended only for the eyes of a husband or lover in the privacy of a bedroom, surrounded by seven people seeing virtually every detail of my body. Yes, I had been completely naked in front of those same people some hours before, but now they were studying me from short range, wearing that provocative nightgown in the middle of the living room. I felt more naked than naked - and I loved it! Even more, after being complimented profusely by everyone, fellows and girls alike, I heard Frank say, 'Ok, folks, you've admired her long enough. Now I'm going to take my lovely mistress up to bed! We'll see you in the morning!'



Sandy and Frank Ch. 18



"I swear that I floated back up those stairs because I don't remember my feet touching the treads! The idea of wearing that little nightgown in front of the others would never have occurred to me, and if it had, I would have said 'no way!' However, Frank asked me so nicely and so lovingly to try it on for everyone. I did it, really, for him. Obviously, he was right for I was basking in the unqualified admiration of everyone and that approval from them really thrilled me. Also, the public statement that he was taking me to bed made me feel...well...I guess, like his mistress. It was a very pleasant feeling of submissiveness that appealed to me right then with everyone watching.

"Anyway, with his arm around my waist we left the others behind and...it's hard to put these emotional moments into words, but right then, rather than feeling like a princess, I felt like a bride! I really don't know why, particularly after all the sex we had shared - including fucking in my wedding gown - but I felt small, vulnerable and, again, submissive. Once in the room, he just held me and kissed me, but more with love than passion. Very soon, though, we were nude in bed having sexual intercourse - it felt like that, not fucking. It was very good and the passion definitely was there but, afterwards I couldn't remember any detail. 

"I had a wonderful time on that trip and did a number of things I really enjoyed and a number of things that shocked me, but that brief interlude stands out as the high point. From the moment that he whispered, 'I would be very proud of my sweet mistress,' to the moment we cuddled up together to go to sleep, each sincerely saying 'I love you,' everything was perfect. 

"The following morning, lying beside my still sleeping lover, I was still mentally immersed in a pleasant glow of remembering a wonderful night. I was still half asleep myself as a thought drifted across my mind that put it all in perspective, a thought made me mentally laugh at myself. After all that had happened with the others and that wonderfully and deeply loving experience with Frank, my first real thought was, 'Oh, I can't wait to tell Mack about this!' Very content with everything, I just snuggled closed to my lover and dozed off."

I grinned at her and said, "Well, it's reassuring that after an evening like that that I still came to mind. Damn, that really was an experience. What a day! First you are naked outside and instead of discreetly wrapping yourself in a towel, you daringly walk across the beach and lie down in your canvas shelter with the obvious intent of having semi-public sex. Then, with some very loving inducement, you become a virtually nude model before an adoring audience, followed by, as you describe it, almost wedding-night sex. Candidly, it's somewhat surprising that any woman would think of her husband in that situation!"

"Oh, heaven knows, I can get carried away and forget you in the midst of sexual excitement - as on the front seat of an old Buick! When Frank and I were making love that night, I wasn't thinking, 'I can't wait to tell Mack about this! The same thing was true when I was being felt - and I was feeling - when we were all in the water. Actually, I wasn't thinking of Frank, either. But, when not engaged in those passionate moments, you are always there."

"Ok, you had and unbelievable day followed by an incredible evening. What's next?"

"Actually, more of the same. I told you it was if I were high on something - well it wasn't just me! Friday morning the fellows were gone somewhere in the van and we four girls, as we referred to ourselves, were sitting on the porch talking, and giggling, about the last couple of days. None of us had ever acted so wildly, even promiscuously, as we had the last two days, particularly yesterday. They were almost embarrassingly complimentary about my figure and the way I had acted, both while being naked on the beach and, most important, wearing my nightgown. It's interesting that I had thought that my being married would, in a way, separate me from the other three who were there with their boyfriends. It turned that I was right, but not in the way I expected. 

"Being married, and therefore 'experienced,' and a bit older, they actually looked to me for advice and leadership. I think that most men would be startled at how wide-reaching and graphic women's conversations about sex can be. In this case, they really were interested in my relationship with Frank. It was blatantly adulterous and our friendship was far more intimate than it had been a week ago. As a result, they felt free to give way to their curiosity and quiz me about that relationship. For example, when Frank kiddingly mentioned spanking his mistress, Ruth just asked if he ever had spanked me. I honestly replied, 'A couple of times. And yes, I was naked over his knees and it hurt. But we really were just fooling around - nothing serious.' Another time when they wanted details, I had been more explicit about my seduction by Frank, including him kissing my cunt. That led Claire to inquire, hesitantly, 'Did you ...did you...oh, damn it, did you reciprocate?' I smiled, 'Do you mean did I suck his cock? No, not that night, but I've done it frequently since then.' I gathered that Tom had been asking and she hadn't done it yet.

"So, contrary to my fears, being married and an adulteress, far from causing me to be criticized, it led to me being looked up to. Not very uplifting, but there it was. Getting back to my main point, while we were talking about our previous days nudity they simply asked me what I thought they should do. I said, very simply, 'This is what I think. We all enjoyed it yesterday and, obviously, the fellows enjoyed it. This afternoon, I am going to walk out to our, Frank's and my, cabana wearing my pants. Once there, I plan to take them off and lie there naked and, probably, have sex in one form or another. When I'm ready, I intend to get up, still naked and go into the water. I have no intention of putting the pants back on. What do you think?'

"It was obviously I had said in words what they wanted to hear and there was unanimous approval. Then, Judy, the one of the other three who had the most experience while an undergrad, broached another issue. 'What about the other stuff - you know, the playing around in the surf we did Wednesday? We're all here with our boyfriends, all pretty serious and, you know, a lot went on. If we go in the water naked, we have to assume that it will happen again. I don't want any feeling to be hurt or - well damn it - any relationships to be damaged. How do you feel about it? 

"Unbelievably, everybody looked at me for my contribution, so I spoke first. 'I can't answer that question except for myself. All right, let's spell out what we're talking about. We all got thoroughly felt up and, probably did some feeling ourselves. That was a completely new experience for me, but it was a lot of fun. Frank and I talked about it and he felt the same way. But, our situation is completely different form the rest of you. Bluntly, if any of you are concerned about your boyfriends playing with the rest of us or you don't like being groped yourselves, we should agree to avoid that situation. Speaking for myself, and I think for all of us, that bit of sexual playing around isn't worth causing any problem at all. 

"No one said a word, not wanting to put pressure on anyone else. Finally, after almost a minute of silence, I said, 'Ok, I am the one who really has nothing to lose here. We'll go home Sunday morning and I'll still have Mack and Frank.' Saying that was weird! 'I don't want any social pressure on anyone. If there's no complaint, here's what we'll do. I want each of you to close your eyes tightly. We will have a secret vote for I will never say how anyone voted. If you want to play around tonight, nod your head. If you don't want sex-play tonight, shake your head. Whichever you choose, do it vigorously so I have no doubt of your choice. All right, vote! I looked at their enthusiastically nodding heads and announced, 'We seem to have a group of hot women here and there will be fun in the water tonight! Actually, I didn't think until later that some of the men might have had qualms about their girlfriends being felt, but their actions later proved that not to be the case.

"Later that afternoon, I did just what I said I would do. I was sitting on the porch talking to the others when I got up saying, I think I'll lie down a while and read a bit, I walked down to our cabana, placed my Ipad on a towel, and casually pushed my pants down and off. I draped them over the roof while standing there naked and, just, reclined in the shade. Frank joined me in a few minutes and grinned as he said, 'That was quite a show!'

"'Thank you. The other girls needed a model to go first. I imagine that they've done the same thing.'

"Looking out, he replied, 'Yeah, Claire just got in next door!' He leaned over me and squeezed my tit as he kissed me. 'It's hard to realize that tomorrow will be our last day here. It's really gone fast. After all of this, it's going to be hard to start school again. I like being with you all day, every day.' As he said that, he pulled off his pants and, very shortly was deep in my cunt, fucking me. Aside from the physical pleasure of fucking, I was well aware of other people nearby. The sides of the cabana didn't come all the way to the sand and, occasionally, the on-shore breeze flipped then up part way. In addition, it was, of course, completely open toward the water. As I lay there, my legs in the air, I was aware that what was happening was no secret from the others. My newfound exhibitionist streak loved that exposure and fed into the pleasure of the fucking. Of course, that streak had already caused me to get pleasure of my nudity.

"There is nothing like the rhythmic, liquid sound of a cock going in and out of a cunt, the slapping of flesh against flesh. I'm sure that others heard us and we heard them. Later, becoming even more daring, Frank and I walked a way down the beach, passing houses that in a couple of weeks would be filled with vacationers. I carried a towel, but had it slung over my shoulder. I knew that those houses were empty, but walking nude down that public beach was still exciting! It was fun and walking with a lover made it even better. It's funny, but while I really would have loved to have you there, it would have changed everything. Walking naked with a lover is very, very different from walking with your husband and undoubtedly wearing a suit! Extraordinarily different pleasures!"

"You're right, of course. In our case, having been married for years, walking down that beach together would be nice, but the overwhelming sexual element would be missing. It would be a pleasant enjoyable shared memory, one among many. Walking naked with a lover is an amazing experience - and I'm glad you had it. It appears that you had a considerable number of hidden sexual urges that surfaced during this trip."

"I can't believe the things I did - I was almost another person. Anyway, after all of that, we got dressed and drove into town and ate at a local fast food place and came back to play a little pool - we should buy a table ourselves - or games until someone asked about going into the water. Everyone was waiting for that, so, without any discussion, we went out onto the porch, stripped down and ran into the surf naked.

"We just swam around for a while, staying in the shallow water, of course. The moon wasn't as bright but we could see quite well, but no one was silly enough to swim out of sight of the others. People paired off, of course, and Frank and I were together with the usual kissing and fondling. Once again he had me up with my legs open and he entered me but, for us at least, doing that in the water was not effective. He was able to penetrate me, but there was no real sensation and no way that there was any screwing possible. All we could do was have him put it in and hold tight against each other. No in and out! Maybe you could do that in the quiet water of a swimming pool or lake, but not with the ocean water surging around you. Of course, the important time which we were looking forward to was when the horseplay started in the surf.

"That was a free-for-all struggle and no one even made a pretense that it was anything but sex play. I was immediately separated from Frank, naturally, and I went from one fellow to another, having every part of me thoroughly explored. Previously, rolling around in the surf, trying to keep your feet under and duck others, you had no real knowledge who was feeling you or who you were feeling. Last time we knew who was we were with, but briefly and it was random. This time I wouldn't say that it was organized, but fellows and girls would be together for a minute or so before a remixing took place.

"As a result, when, for example, Ed and I came together for a short time, I knew who had his hands squeezing my tits or who had his hand on, or fingers in, my cunt. I also knew whose cock was in my hand. Frankly, there was little subtlety in the exploration. I kept my legs open, welcoming the questing finger and, several times, the cock found its way in to touch my cunt. Even more surprising, when we were just struggling around, there was considerable contact between the women although that contact was briefer and less aggressive. Anyhow, we were in that surf area for at least twenty minutes and that battering was tiring. Finally, by general consent, we made our way to shore and staggered onto the porch and collapsed onto the settees or chairs. By the time we were out of the water, each of the other men had been with me briefly, several times, and fondled and fingered everything I have. There was no deliberate effort to not pair up with Frank during that period, but, when we did meet, we grinned and moved on. It was just good, relatively clean fun and everyone enjoyed it.

"It was sort of weird afterwards. It was still fairly early, around 9:30 and, after recovering, a bit, someone suggested getting a pizza. We had all just stripped off on the porch so we found our clothes and dressed and piled into the van. That sounds straight forward, and generally, it was, but I found my shirt and shorts where they had fallen off of a chair where I had hurriedly left them, but my panties were missing. I was peering under the seat, assuming they had fallen. They weren't there and I suddenly knew what had happened. I have no idea why I didn't just put my shorts on or, at least, find Frank and quietly demand them back. For some ridiculous and inexplicable reason, I instead yelled out, 'Frank, where are my panties!' As I said it I cringed, becoming all too aware of what I had done.

"Suddenly all eyes were on me. Everyone else was nearly dressed by then and I looked around in dismay. Later, I asked myself why on earth I was concerned about being naked, but your mind doesn't always work the way it should. I saw Frank behind the others with a big grin on his face. I looked at him and, at the same time saw the questioning looks others directed at me. For some unfathomable reason, I blurted out, 'He collects my panties and he took them from the chair!' Frank burst out laughing and was joined by everyone else. The words weren't out of my mouth before I realized what I had done. I stood there frozen and I'm certain that I was blushing all over. People were literally rolling on the floor laughing. Others just fell back onto a settee, unable to control themselves - and I just stood there.

"Frank walked forward, my panties hanging from his fingers and said, loudly enough to make sure everyone could hear over the laughter, 'Here they are, sweetheart. I'll take another pair for my collection!' That elicited more paroxysms of laughter at my expense, of course. I grabbed them and, as everyone watched, I put them on, followed, as quickly as possible, by my shirt and shorts. I looked up and my still chortling friends and shrieked out, 'I hate all of you!' I was humiliated and embarrassed, but, fortunately, I saw the humor in the situation and, finally, joined in the laughter. I was helped by Frank coming over and giving me a very loving kiss. I was also helped by his having called me 'sweetheart' in front of the crowd. I still liked that!

"As would be expected, it didn't end there - it was too good not to be used for teasing. We were seated at a big table having pizza when Bob, with an innocent look on his face, casually asked Frank, 'How big is your collection now?' I honestly didn't get it at first. Frank, equally casually, and with a straight face, replied, 'Well, I've been collecting for almost a year and a half now, and the drawer is pretty full. I'm thinking of making a collage of some of them for a wall decoration.' I guess I was slow on the uptake, but when I realized what they were talking about, I felt my face flush and I screamed out, 'FRANK!' I think that most of the other customers thought that I was being assaulted. I was shocked, but, honestly, not upset by the teasing - in fact, it sort of aroused me to hear them kidding about my illicit activities - so, in mock anger, I declared, 'You're damn sure not getting any more of my panties! In fact, you may not get anything else from me - at least, not tonight!' The resulting laughter, happily, was with me, not at me!"

"You really did have a day! You know, that idea of a collage is a pretty good. It would make a nice conversation piece!"

"Now, don't you start. I heard about that whole business several times since then and on the van coming home. Frank is seriously threatening to make one and take pictures of it for everybody!"

"Actually, that would make a nice framed decoration in the suite to commemorate the activities there."

She giggled at the idea and said, "That might be cute! Not going to happen, though,"

"In any case, Friday certainly was eventful. That leaves Saturday, your last day."

"Yeah. As usual there was the inevitable bittersweet feeling - hating to see a wonderful time end, but eager to get home - at least I was. Frank and I just lay there together for a while, nor saying much or, even, thinking of sex - maybe for the first time in the week. There was an inevitable feeling of loss at seeing an idyllic situation coming to an end. Actually, while I had that feeling, it was much worse for him and the others. I would be coming home to you and, despite having an unbelievable time, I had missed you. He and they were leaving and going back to their mundane world and, in effect, losing their most intimate partner. The other couples would be living apart after being together - sleeping together - for a full week. Back to single rooms and separate lives. Frank was in the same situation, but, in a way, worse, because his partner of the week was married, which severely limited contact except at school. His relationship with me was accepted at the beach - we were just Frank and Sandy, another couple. I know that he liked that.

"There was another element of loss that, I believe, made the ending of this vacation - if you would call it that - even more depressing. All of us were well aware that we had done and were doing things that we had never done and, almost certainly, would never do again. None of us had ever experienced the sexual freedom we had during that week nor the companionship we had enjoyed. I had known, and really liked, all six of the others since I started school here, but it was really a surface friendship. Oh, I knew them from classes, the office and parties, but now I had lived with them for a week. I had learned a great deal about them and they undoubtedly had learned, maybe too much, about me. I had seen all of them naked and, heaven knows, they had seen me naked. 

"The cabanas were, at best, semi-private and I saw more sexual activity live than I had seen in films. They unquestionably had seen Frank and me in action. I knew the girls better before the trip because we talked together at school about many things, some rather personal. I was very friendly with Bob, Ed and Tom, but there was never even a hint of physical contact or interest. Now, however, with the nakedness and the general atmosphere of sexual permissiveness - unmarried couples sleeping together, a married woman sleeping with her lover - we had become close as a group.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 18



"We went there as four couples, the members of each couple primarily interested in each other. It was seen as a chance to be together and have sex while enjoying the friendship with the others in a wonderful site. This was true for Frank and me, but even more so for the others for they didn't have the sexual opportunities we did. We continued as those separate couples, of course, but, surprisingly, we also, to some degree, became a group of eight and the sexual activity in the surf was accepted by all. So, having all of that end was far more emotionally difficult than the usual vacation-ending despondency.

"Oh, we didn't mope around with long faces on that last day. We swam, played with the beach ball, we lay in the sand in our cabanas and had semi-public sex, relaxed and talked - regrettably, about classes and work - and, in general, enjoyed our last day. We postponed one unpleasant task - packing - until Sunday morning because we weren't leaving really early, but in the late afternoon we had to do something even worse, taking down our cabanas. There were tears in a few eyes - actually, probably most of them, including mine.

"We all piled into the van and drove into town and had a very pleasant last group dinner in a nice restaurant. We came back and enjoyed - we actually did - more pool and games. I really will miss that - the comradery, not the games themselves. Then, by unanimous agreement we went onto the porch and stripped off our clothes and headed to the water one last time. It seemed that, without consultation, we had decided that we needed one last sexual encounter in the water.

"It was a darker night - less moonlight - but faces were discernable. There was no preplanned order, but it developed spontaneously, somewhat like a square dance when you move from partner to partner. The girls moved from fellow to fellow in no particular order and they played with each other. I was first with Bob and he felt everything and I returned the favor. He was followed by Ed and Tom. There certainly was no scheduled order or time, but we went from one to another several times and, as you imagine, each time everyone was more aroused. I was, of course, was not paying much attention to what others were doing. but after exploring me thoroughly, all three lifted be up the way Frank did and I could feel their cocks against my cunt. Before we finally separated, each of the three of them penetrated me at least once and maybe more. They didn't screw me - it was just in and back out, but definitely in! I'm not sure that the other girls were as willing or aggressive as I, but I cooperated for that brief penetration."

"I'm surprised that they didn't come in the instant they slid into you, after all that stimulation!"

"Remember, Frank and I couldn't finish in the water - maybe not enough friction, not stable footing. Anyway, they weren't in long enough to do anything. In reality, all I felt was the very quick entrance and exit. Anyway, as before, no one blew a whistle and said, 'out of the water, playtime is over,' but somehow there seemed to be agreement when it was time to stop, and we struggled out onto the beach. We separated into couples as we got to the dry sand and, without a word between us, I was on my back in that soft sand and Frank was in me. I didn't know or care if others were watching or doing it themselves, but we fucked wildly. 

"Usually, I lie there with my legs up around Frank, but this time, he put them up over his shoulders and pounded directly down into me. All I could do was buck up against him as he pounded into me, hitting my clit each time. My legs couldn't flail around as they usually did and I really had the feeling of being taken, completely under his control. Of course, my level of excitement was so high after the playing around in the water that I wasn't really thinking at all. Even so, when my orgasm hit, I was aware that my hips were flexing up and down, surging against him as if to get his cock in me deeper than it could go. Finally, I just held my hips up tight, writhing against him, as he ejaculated into me. We held that pose, him grinding down and me humped up briefly and we rolled over in the sand and collapsed together."

"Were the others screwing, too?"

"Oh, yes, but by the time we finished and recovered, they were through so all I saw was the others lying together in the sand. No one said anything as we finally got up - actually, no one said anything at all about what we did in the water or afterwards. I know I was ...I started to say embarrassed, but that's not quite right. I just think that I was in a daze at first after all the sex in the water and the really...well, almost violent, public fucking on the beach. I think that my energy was depleted and I didn't look around at first. 

"I suddenly realized that I was covered in sand. I had been completely wet when we came out of the water and the sand was stuck to me all over. That woke me up and we started laughing as I ducked back into the water and rinsed me off. Actually, we all went back in for a few minutes and then got on the porch and dried off. I said 'yes' that the others had screwed but, of course, I didn't see them doing so, but I'm assuming they did since they were rinsing off. They could have just watched. If I can find a way to do so, I may ask - if I have the nerve.

"Anyway, after we dried off, we just sat there, naked. By that time it just wasn't an issue I guess. Then, something unbelievable happened as we decided to go in because it was getting a little cool sitting there with no clothes on. I don't know who started it, or, really, how, but after we got up, each of women kissed each of the men. It was the most intimate situation that I can think of, and it just seemed right at the time. I stood there, completely naked, putting my arms around three other men and Frank, all equally nude and exchanging an extremely affectionate kiss. I was very aware of my breasts against their chests and our lower bodies tight against each other. It was a very touching and loving way to end a marvelous evening."

"Well, honey, there is no doubt that your last night with your group was unique. That is an experience of a lifetime. Unbelievably erotic and loving at the same time. Coming back and jumping back into teaching Spanish and doing research, or taking courses for the others, will be a major comedown."

"As I said before, it will be really tough for the others because of the separation they face. It's not quite as bad for Frank because we can get together in bed - if you don't see any problem. The others are back in their separate living conditions after sleeping together for a week. I feel sorry for them."

"Yeah, that will be really hard. As far as you and Frank are concerned, nothing has happened to change the situation. You did a great deal more than either of us could have expected, but, basically, nothing is different as far as your relationship with him is concerned. What is more interesting about the whole thing is changes we see in you, particularly that exhibitionism streak. That was totally unexpected, but I think that it is the result of the unique set of circumstances. Of course, now you are used to going around naked, so who knows."

"The last point was said with a grin and she responded with a laugh. 'Sure, I'll shorten my skirts and stop wearing panties! Speaking of that, there was one last thing as we were leaving. We woke up this morning and just lay there, not wanting to start the last day. We had sex, but honestly, we really weren't into it. Finally, we forced ourselves to get up and do the necessary packing - just stuffing things into our suit cases. Fortunately, since we hadn't worn our suits yesterday, we had nothing wet to worry about. Everybody was as reluctant as we, but around 9:00 we were ready, the suitcases were in the van and we were ready to get in.

"Whether he thought of it himself or, almost certainly, somebody put him up to it - I wouldn't have expected it from him otherwise - Tom asked, just as I started to get in, 'Say, Frank, did you get a pair of Sandy's panties for your collection?' I suddenly realized that I was standing by the van and no one else was trying to get in and I got the feeling that I had been set up.

"Frank replied, 'No, unfortunately, she threw everything into her suitcase before I could get them. That's really too bad, because I wanted a special pair to commemorate this great spring break. She just refused to open her suitcase, so I couldn't get anything."

"Then, as I might have expected, Judy piped up, 'Well, that's not right! Come on, Sandy, you can't refuse to give Frank a souvenir after such a wonderful trip together!'

"I had an idea where this was going, but I answered, 'Yes, I can refuse to give him my panties. My suitcase is packed and in the van. He can try to steal a pair some other time. Anyway, why are we discussing my panties?'

"Ignoring my question, Ruth jumped in, 'That's really is not right, Sandy! Besides, you don't have to open your suitcase.' Obviously, she was saying that I should give him the panties I was wearing. Immediately, everyone agreed and all I could hear was the chant, 'Give Frank your panties, give Frank your panties, give Frank your panties...!

"I listened and finally yelled out, 'Damn it, I'm not taking my panties off! He'll just have to wait. I'm not riding all the way home without panties on!' Of course, I knew how this was going to end up, but I waited a few minutes before giving in. Without acknowledging them, I finally reached up under my skirt and, giving them a fake angry glare, slid my panties off and threw them, ineffectively, at Frank. 

"I turned to get in the van and I heard Frank call out, 'Wait a second, honey!' It became obvious immediately that this was, as I thought, a put up job. Ruth came up with a marker pen that she just happened to have - what a surprise - and, as Frank held them flat against the side of the van, she signed her name on my panties. One by one, each of the others did the same with Frank going last. Finally, he printed 'Sandy's Panties' and the date, leaving space for my signature below it. Everyone was standing there smiling at me and I couldn't even pretend to be mad - so I signed!

'"The final indignity, if it was that, was me being required to stand with Frank, my skirt held to my waist showing my naked cunt while Bob took several pictures with my camera. Finally, the show was over, we boarded the van and drove away from our spring break mansion! Honestly, while I was embarrassed at first, I did enjoy the situation, and it did provide a fun, light-hearted few minutes that lifted some of the depression that we all had at leaving a place of such wonderful memories.

"You know, that business with my panties demonstrated something that was totally unexpected when I agreed to go on the trip. As I said before, I feared about how I would fit into the group since I was married and maybe seen as a cheating wife. I explained the situation, but I honestly don't think that it would have mattered, anyway. Instead, my being married and there with a lover was, if anything, a virtue. In many ways, I became the center of much of the fun and the recipient of most of the teasing. That continued right to the end. Each time we stopped on the way home, comments were made about me not having panties on under my short skirt as we got out. When we were pulling into our driveway, Ruth called out, 'Sandy, remember, when you get out, you don't have any panties on!'"

"It's really astounding how things developed in a little over a week - eight nights. As you said earlier, all of you went on that trip planning to have a lot of sex. However, one would have expected the whole time to be what it apparently was the first two of days - the couples would be alone to have sex and you all would join together for more mundane activities. As in most such circumstances, sex remains private, everyone knows what is going on, but no one mentions it. Somehow, sex became semi-public and acknowledged by everyone. From what you said, it sounds as if you were at the center of that progression. The public awareness of your relationship with Frank and the complete acceptance of that relationship apparently broke down some of the barriers.

"I wasn't there of course, but that business with your love mark, Frank kissing your nipple and the married mistress being taken to bed - all of that opened it all up. Without you, and Frank, of course, I'll bet it would have continued with the private sex, mundane everything else pattern holding for the whole week. At least it wouldn't have gone as far as it did."

She laughed as she agreed. "I've thought of that. I think that me being married and, obviously, sleeping with another man, changed things somewhat, but I had the same expectations that everyone else did at first - we would have 'private sex" and public decorum. That mark and nipple kiss probably did start the change. It certainly developed rapidly after that - almost into a commune-like situation except that we stuck with our own partners. However, if we had been there another week, those brief penetration of my cunt might have become much more. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't have more time!"

"Who knows about 'might-have-beens?' We do know that you had experiences which are almost beyond belief - particularly for you with your extensive background in sex."

"Yeah, my extensive, wide ranging background - you seducing me so I wasn't a virgin when we were married and Frank seducing me so I became an adulteress! Not exactly promiscuous or, probably, even average!" 

"Ok, a very limited background in sex! Now, regardless of that, you went away with another man, slept with him for eight nights, and had a considerable number of sexual contacts at the beach. How did it go as far as your relationship with Frank is concerned?"

"Honey, I loved every part of it. I had slept with him here, of course, for those two nights, but this was very different. We were sleeping in 'our' room on 'our' bed. We shared the closet and drawers. We shared the bathroom. In other words, it was almost as if we were married. We were together all day, everyone saw us as a couple. We had sex in our room but also in our cabana. Everyone knew about it, and I know, saw part of it. We walked down the beach like lovers and, I don't think I mentioned this before, I knelt down in broad daylight and sucked his cock. I didn't know if anyone could see and I didn't care.

"When he kissed my nipple in front of everybody, called me his married mistress, threatened to spank me, said he was taking me off to bed - all of these things just made me feel so good and as part of a real couple. I loved him and everything we were doing. Yet, as I told you, right in the middle of all that love and intimacy, I automatically thought, 'I can't wait to tell Mack about this!' It was one of the most exciting and loving times in my whole life, but I thought about you! I can say with complete honesty that I never was so lost in all that pleasure that I didn't recognize it as a very pleasant, very happy interlude."

"Needless to say, that is good to hear, but I never doubted it. I never have been the least bit concerned that having sex with another man and having a relationship with him could be a danger to me or our own relationship. Unfortunately, you are not equally confident or generous, so I had to abstain from any contact with that pretty young master's candidate as well as not seducing a nice promiscuous coed."

"There will be no coed, promiscuous or not! I have never claimed to be as thoughtful and generous as you!"

"I expected that reaction! Well, this has been fascinating and we will be going over your experiences for a very long time, but it's getting late, we have classes to teach tomorrow - and I want to check out those cunt muscles my lovely wife claims to have developed over the last eight nights!"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 19



It's amazing how quickly you return to your routine after you return home from an adventurous or unique time away. Often, that exciting time somewhere else seems to have been a dream in which someone else did all those things you remember. At her office, the members of the group acted much as they had before, all quite discreet. Frank sat at his desk, Sandy at hers and the others at theirs, with no conversation about their wild activities. No one asked Sandy if she were wearing panties. When Sarah or others made their comments about Frank's lack of interest in their charms, no one told them why.

There were exceptions, of course. When Sandy, as promised, sent the pictures from the beach to everyone, plus sending sensitive ones only to those directly involved, they each, in effect, whispered something like 'My god, I don't remember doing that!' The pictures were amazing in many ways. The house and area were beautiful, but more interesting were the many showing erotic activity involving everybody, many of the "candid snapshot' variety. When something amatory was occurring, it seemed that someone would grab the camera and photograph it. Literally everyone, including Sandy and Frank, was captured in sexual activity, usually fucking when those semi-private cabanas were actually non-private. Sandy was shocked to see a picture of her with Frank's cock in her mouth when the cabana side was pulled away. No one really cared at the time, but, afterwards they often were startled when faced with a photograph. 

In some ways, the most surprising type of picture was when everyone was just being casual, not doing anything special. There were many of the girls sitting around semi or completely nude. Quite a few of those was of Sandy walking on the beach or standing in the water, several with Frank's arm around her. Others were group pictures with an interesting illustration of something - I'm not quite sure what. Rather than female modesty and male bravado, the women frequently were completely naked while the men wore suits! It was certainly more edifying and attractive than the other way around!

In some ways, though, the best pictures were the ones of Sandy coming down the stairs in her little nightgown. They, and she, were beautiful and she was honestly shocked at how she glamorous and sexy she looked. She had said that she felt like a Ziegfeld girl at the time, and the picture showed that - except for the very long legs on those tall girls - she actually did. Of course, the ones showing her holding her skirt up by the van on that last day were funny - and sexy.

The rest of the school year went rapidly, with several parties. The difference was that after each party Frank brought Sandy home and they slept together in the suite. A few other times he drove over, parked in the alley and met Sandy in the suite and spent the night. The camera still recorded the action, but primarily so that we could look back if Sandy thought that something special had happened, which was unusual. I rarely watched them - I had seen the show. The only time I remember looking in was the first time he slept over. I was interested in seeing them sleeping and waking up together. 

The few times Frank and I met, we acted just as we had before - no acknowledgement of any kind that I knew that he was fucking my wife or that he knew that I knew, or that I knew that he knew that I knew, etc., etc. There was one time that their relationship was recognized de facto although nothing was said directly and that came after several significant events occurred.

The final exams were completed and the graduate students had their annual "end-of-the-semester" party at Judy's, the last party there since she had her master's degree and was moving on. Whether she and Ed would continue their relationship was up in the air. Tom and Claire were off to Utah. Ruth and Bob were moving to Virginia - near Virginia Beach - both having gotten teaching jobs at a community college. It was an evening of goodbyes and a lot of tears and promises to "keep in touch." Frank and Sandy were downcast as they arrived back at the suite, because, their own relationship was changing also. Frank's prelim exams were scheduled for two weeks later and, most difficult of all, he had received a teaching job back in Maine - something much to be desired, but it wasn't near Sandy.

It had become obvious that my concern about Sandy and Frank's affair had been correct. As I said long ago, I wasn't worried about her becoming too attached to him, but I did see the possibility of him caring too much for her. To his credit, he recognized that she was devoted to me and our marriage and that he accepted that she loved him, but not in the way he loved her. So, while he honestly told her that the job was perfect for him in many ways, he was reluctant to accept it because he wanted to stay near her. As she told me, they lay in bed discussing the situation with the inevitable conclusion that he had to go.

Of the entire group, the person who came out best in terms of most convenient and career enhancement was, happily, Sandy. She, with excellent recommendations, had interviewed for a teaching job at a nearby community college and was virtually assured of being hired. Fortuitously, before she accepted, a small state university, ten miles away, had a professor leave on sabbatical and Sandy was offered the temporary job as replacement until he returned. Even better, there was a good chance that the department might be enlarged and, if she did well, her appointment would be permanent! So, by fall, her dissertation would be finished, we would have a second Dr. MacAndrew in our house and she would be a university professor!

As far as her affair with Frank was concerned, there were two significant events that occurred as the semester ended. First, was something reminding us that one year before they had fucked on a blanket in the middle of the lawn on a moonlight night. Once that came to mind we remembered speculating what it would be like doing the same thing in the daylight. Actually, it was the outrageousness of the idea that had the greatest appeal. We had marked the exact place where the blanket had been put down, and the more we thought of it, the more that it seemed to appeal to Sandy.

A year ago she indicated that the idea was exciting but that she never would have the nerve, but her public nudity over spring break made her less fearful. We had checked afterwards and had realized that the spot was shielded from the neighbors by trees, so there was little risk that way. In addition, while you could see cars going by, trees lining the road provided a barrier in that way.

Finally, on a warm, sunny afternoon in early June, the audacious act took place. Frank was taken with the idea and, when assured that it was safe, he enthusiastically accepted the challenge. I, conveniently, would be gone all afternoon, leaving the way open for an adventure. I had the camera aimed at the historical spot with the telephoto setting activated. After receiving a call from Sandy telling me that the coast was clear, I returned home to a very happy wife who had enjoyed another unique experience. She was bubbling over as I connected the camera to the TV and watched a very erotic display of outdoor sex.

As soon as she saw Frank's car turn into the drive, she had turned the camera on and hurried down the meet him at the door. She was nude as she greeted him and after some kissing and fondling, she handed him a blanket and they walked out onto the lawn. The picture didn't see them, of course, until they suddenly appeared as they came into the camera view. It was startling seeing her suddenly coming into range, completely naked with Frank's arm around her. She stood there as Frank spread the blanket, seemingly totally comfortable in her nudity. She lay back as he undressed, but instead of lying there waiting for him to come down with her, she knelt up and took his cock in her mouth. 

It was fascinating to see. They were in profile so the picture showed exactly what was happening - his half-hard cock went into her mouth and you could actually see it come to full erection as she slowly sucked it. She continued for a short time before he pulled away and they lay down together. She was flat on her back and he partially over her as they indulged in a long series of kisses, her hands on his back while his roamed all over her body. Seeing their two naked bodies lying there together in the bright sunlight, even on the recording, was more graphic and explicit than when they were on the car seat or the bed. 

As he pulled back from her, her nipples and triangle of pubic hair stood out as if they were in 3D. He moved down to her feet and, as she raised and spread her legs widely, I could see that her cunt lips had already parted and her opening clearly was available. The telephoto setting was perfect - not so close as to miss the overall picture, but close enough to permit seeing details such as interior color of her vagina. Of course, his head blocked that view as he began a long and very effective cunt-licking. Its impact was shown by her increasingly active gyrations - her hips flexing up and down, her legs flailing around, her hands flat and pushing down as if to drive herself closer to the licking tongue and sucking lips. It was unquestionably an intense orgasm as her mouth opened and closed, gasping in ecstasy. That was the first time I had seen him carry her to orgasm by cunilingus - and, obviously, she loved it! 

Her legs flopped down and he moved up and lay on her, his weight on his elbows as he sucked her nipples and, as was shown later, covered her tits with 'love marks' that would mar her skin - and look very sexy - for most of the week. She slowly revived from her explosive climax and, after a few minutes, Frank pulled back onto his knees, placed her feet over his shoulders as he had at spring break, and slowly slid his rigid cock deeply into her cunt. They were, again, in profile so the picture was showing mostly the side view. You could see the cunt lips, but not between them, but as they began fucking, the picture clearly showed his cock plunging into her and pulling out. Even in that position which, somewhat, restrained her motions, it was quite evident that the arousal was mutual as her hips rose to meet each inward thrust. That was also shown by her facial expression as her mouth was open, her eyes shut.

It was obvious that they both were approaching their climax - her second - by the increasing speed and power of his drive into her and her upward surge as she tried, writhing and rubbing against him, to get as hard a contact as possible. It was almost startling when the point of orgasm was reached and all motion stopped as he held tight against her, pushing into her and grinding against her as if to penetrate even more deeply. With her legs held high, her ability to move was limited to that upward surge, matching his efforts to maximize that penetration. 

As the mutual orgasm was complete, its ending was almost as sudden as its start. It was like the air leaving a balloon - one second they were welded together, working to get more from their climax, and then they instantly collapsed. He pulled back out of her, moved to the side as her legs fell to the ground, and they just lay there, totally exhausted. Truthfully, lying there beside Sandy there in our bedroom, I had been so deeply intent in the show before me, that I just fell back and let out the breath that I didn't realized that I had held. Sandy also exhaled, having been caught up in watching herself being fucked and reliving the moment. 

I must say that I believe watching the two of them having sex that afternoon was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Obviously, part of that reaction was the fact that I was watching my wife being fucked. However, by that time I had seen that event numerous times - to the point that I wasn't bothering to look at them when they were in the suite. While I knew, obviously, that the naked woman out there in my front lawn being fucked by a naked man was my wife, my arousal, I honestly believe, would have been about the same with another woman. They were the embodiment of two people deeply into sex to the exclusion of anything else. It really was an experience to watch, and I could hardly imagine what it must have felt like. I paused the picture while we recovered and I asked Sandy about what contributed to such overwhelming and satisfying sexual intercourse. Not surprisingly, she had no simple answer.

"You and I have had wonderful sex ever since that first time after I returned from Spain. I have had very good sex with Frank, but this was different. I don't know if it was the situation or what, but being naked on a blanket on our front lawn in broad daylight certainly was part of it. I'm sure that the illicit nature of what we were doing contributed. I really was aware of all of that as I heard cars going by and, when I looked over, even seeing them through the trees. I think that exhibitionism was part of it - nothing was likely to be seen, but I really was aware of the exposure. 

"In addition, I think, for me, was the continual arousal. I walked out naked which was exciting. I think that he was still a bit hesitant about the whole situation and his cock wasn't hard when he undressed. On impulse, I knelt there and sucked it and got it really hard which was exciting. Then he licked my cunt and clit for a long time which felt wonderful. As I said, he had never before stayed there licking until I went off, but this time he did. Then, shortly afterwards, while I was still recovering, he put his cock was in my cunt and - well, you saw the result. I just think that everything contributed. I don't think that there was any one thing it, but that may well have been the best sex I ever have had. I think that it was a unique combination of things coming together. I'm glad that we have this photographic recording because it helps me remember how it felt! And, oh yes, there is one more thing coming."

I started the video again and, for some time they lay together on the blanket, just lying in the sun and talking. He was fondling her tits and, occasionally, running his fingers through her pubic hair as they just relaxed together. Sandy was on the far side of him with his right arm around her and, other than being nude, they could have been any couple lying out enjoying an afternoon in the sun. Again, as could happen in any park, Sandy raised up on her elbow, leaned over and kissed him and said something. He replied, positively, and she slid down a bit, kissing his chest and continued down his body until, of course, she was level with his cock. Without hesitation, she took the cock in her hands and continued the kissing.

Her tongue came out and she ran it up and down the shaft. Finally, opening her mouth, she took the head in and, shifting her head up and down, gradually engulfed the full length into her mouth and throat. She began a slow cock-sucking, sliding her mouth to the base of his cock and withdrawing with light suction. She paused and repeated the motion, time after time. While she continued the suction, gradually accelerating as he became more aroused, her right hand was fondling his balls. Her head began bobbing up and down more rapidly as his hips began pushing upward to meet her mouth as it came down. It was amazing how clear things were - in the bright light you even could see the cock shining from her saliva as well as her cheeks hollowing as she sucked while pulling back.

Perhaps the most unexpected thing was the way she was working on his balls. Her fingers had been fondling them, but as his excitement grew, you could see her hand seeming to grip them. As his climax approached, as evidenced by his hip movements, her head went up and down rapidly while her hand really slapped his balls. Suddenly, as his hips rose up as he ejaculated into her mouth she seemed to grip his balls and hold them. He surged upward into her mouth several times until finished. Sandy kept him in her mouth, gently caressing it with her tongue until she pulled back, letting it fall out.

I had seen her suck him and swallow his cum a number of times, but this, by far, was the clearest picture. When she finished sucking, with me or Frank, she automatically brought her fingers to her face and wiped the corners of her mouth. As she fell back off of her elbow, this time I could even make out small amounts of cum that had leaked out as he shot into her. However, it was not only the clarity of the picture that made this entire act extraordinarily sexy. I had seen that same act performed on porn tapes, but there is a world of difference between watching a woman sucking a cock for love as opposed to an 'actress' doing the same thing for money. Just knowing that it was 'for real' instead of being part of a job, seeing the look of mutual affection afterwards - these things changed it from a rote act to something special. Of course, knowing that the woman involved was my wife added a fillip of excitement that was missing from professional presentations.

I paused the picture again, wanting to comment on what we had just seen. "I was surprised that you decided to suck him like that. I just assumed that after lying there relaxing that he would fuck you again before he left."

"That is what I expected, too, and that probably is what he intended to do. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to suck him. It's hard to explain because I don't completely understand it myself, but I actually wanted to do it. I had already gone off twice, myself, and I just didn't feel an overwhelming urge to go again, so that probably was part of it - I don't know. Regardless, lying beside him I just got an urge to do for him what he had done for me, use my mouth to set him off.

"That is one of the changes that have occurred in me in the last year and a half - I like to suck! I did it with you, of course, but it never was a big part of our sexual repertoire. We did it primarily when I was unavailable and we concentrated on screwing the rest of the time. We used our mouths on each other more as foreplay than anything else. With Frank and me, until recently, we were in the car, on the desk or other places where we couldn't even fully undress, much less fuck. So, occasionally, he would use his fingers to get me off by playing with my clit in the car or lick my cunt if we were safely alone in the office. More often, though, him taking his cock out and me, inconspicuously, bending over and sucking it was the rule.

"Anyway, I must have done that thirty or forty times now and I've come to actually enjoy having his cock in my mouth and sucking it. Having that firm but soft shaft going in and out just feels good - maybe like a baby's pacifier! Regardless, it gives him real pleasure and that makes me happy and, I guess, gives me that degree of submissiveness that I seem to enjoy. Anyway, I did it and it worked very well."

"You certainly did! One thing, though. I was really surprised, startled, at the way you handled his balls. It looked as if you were really squeezing and slapping them!"

"Yeah, I was. I don't understand it, myself. Actually, the first time that I did anything at all like that was the first night when you were in Boston. When I knelt down and sucked his cock, I was fondling his balls and they were very hard and I squeezed them a bit as he went off. It felt nice and obviously didn't hurt them. Then, when we were on the beach in our cabana we weren't screwing at first because we thought that it was too public. So, we did a lot of...well...cock sucking and cunt licking! 

"I was doing just what I was doing today, lying beside him and sucking while playing with his balls. Just like today, as he got close to going off, I remembered how he reacted that other time and I started squeezing in rhythm with my sucking. He began moving more actively as I did so, so I did it harder and, shortly afterwards, really exploded in my mouth. When he had finished, I asked him if it had hurt. He replied that he was surprised, but it actually felt good and really added to the climax. The next time, as his arousal mounted and the balls got hard, I began squeezing and, even, twisting them a bit. As he began surging up to meet my mouth coming down, I heard him gasp out, 'Slap them!' I did so, very tentatively at first, and then, three or four somewhat more forcefully. He came very hard, sending bursts of cum into my mouth and down my throat. Shockingly, to both of us, if his balls were very hard, slapping or, even, hitting them made him come more vigorously. As you saw in the video there, it really works. One time he even had me use my fist for a short time!"




Sandy and Frank Ch. 19



"Gods, that is unbelievable! I'd be scared to death to even think of it."

"I know. It's funny, but I don't really know if your balls get that hard because we've never played around like that because we never had to. It felt pretty good to me, either slapping them or, that once, actually hitting them. Maybe it would work for you, maybe not - but I don't think we need to experiment."

"Right! I've been hit in the balls a couple of times by accident, and even the idea turns me off completely."

"Well, we agree on that. Ball slapping goes only with Frank! Now, there's something else that I hadn't mentioned - hadn't thought of it until I mentioned that early time in the cabana. Just as I did quite a bit of sucking there, Frank, as I said, matched me by using his tongue on my clit and cunt. He had never stayed licking me until I went off before, but he did it several times in the cabana. But, he also, at the same time, used his finger on my...good heavens... my ass. Damn it, I'm being corrupted in every way. I always had breasts or, at worst, boobs. Now I have tits! We always screwed or, formally, had sexual intercourse. Now I get fucked! Finally, my bottom is now my ass! 

"All right! He finger-fucked my ass! I would lie on my back with my legs up while he licked and sucked my clit while inserting his finger into my cunt and then into my ass. You've fingered my ass and, even, had your cock in it, but I never got much out of it. I don't know if it was the surrounding or what, but, for some reason, it really turned me on. Since then, if we're having non-fucking sex, his finger is in me - in my ass! - and I really like it! I don't know why I didn't mention that earlier, but, I guess, it didn't seem important and the other things were more interesting." Laughing, she added, "Actually, if we hadn't been talking about hitting Frank's balls, I wouldn't have thought about it now! Anyhow, you can't see it in the picture, but he was doing it this afternoon." 

Maybe we'll have to try anal sex again."

"I don't know if I'm all that interested, but his finger certainly feels good."

I hit 'play' and watched the rest of the action. They lay beside each other, talking until they pulled apart and Frank stood up and dressed. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, picked up the blanket and they walked out of camera range with his arm around her. Seeing her so completely comfortable, walking nude outside in the sun, was still surprising and, of course, sexy.

As the recording ended, she sighed and said, "I can't believe how much I enjoyed this afternoon. Even after it was over and Frank had gotten dressed, I felt a real thrill as I stood up, still completely naked right in the middle of our lawn, and looked through the trees and saw cars going by. I knew that they couldn't see me - but I was still naked and I could see them! We walked back up to the house and Frank held me and kissed me for a few minutes and left. I stood there waving goodbye as he drove away. Then, instead of coming in immediately, I pitched the blanket into the house and sat down naked on the chaise on the front porch and just watched as cars went by. I'll probably keep doing that on a nice day."



Sandy and Frank Ch. 20



They got together a couple of more times before Frank took his prelims, having sex and prepping him for the exams. Several times she helped him "relax" after a day's exam. There was more badly needed relaxing while awaiting the results. Fortunately, he did pass and, a week later, the oral exam was completed and he was unofficially ABD - all but dissertation. He and his advisor had discussed his proposed research topic, so the next step was doing the research and writing while holding a full-time teaching job in Maine. Of more importance, in some ways, he no longer would be near Sandy. This was no surprise, of course, but it suddenly became real when he was boxing up his books and packing his clothes.

I said earlier that there were two interesting events that occurred after the semester ended. The action on the front lawn was the first of these, and the second came about as a result of the inevitable gloominess that came from the ending, or, at least, a dramatic change in what has been a very intimate and pleasant affair. Sandy and I were talking one evening while Frank was finalizing his research topic and filling out forms, when she casually said, "I wish that our spring break had been now. It would have been nice to have been together like that just before he left. Oh, I don't really mean that because that week on the beach was perfect. Before, though, when he left for the summer or over the semester break, saying goodbye wasn't traumatic because it was temporary."

"There's no doubt that your life and his will change, but that was inevitable. Neither of you is taking any more classes, you won't be TA's and both of you have dissertations to write. On top of that, you both will have full-time teaching jobs. You won't have time to miss each other."

"Oh, I know all that and I'm really looking forward to getting my dissertation finished and starting my teaching career, but it would have been nice to have a time together like we had in March to...well, not end our relationship...maybe to celebrate all those changes you mentioned."

"Well, why don't you?"

"What do you mean? He leaves in a few days and, while we can be in the suite once or twice, that's not what I'm talking about."

"It's not what I'm talking about either. You're not working this summer except for your research and writing. Frank is in the same position. What's stopping you from going somewhere together for a weekend or two or three days? Motels don't care about your marital status and, anyway, your wedding ring would make you look married. Why not?"

"Oh, my god, Mack, I never even thought of anything like that! Do you think that we could do it?"

"I don't know why not as long as you don't go somewhere that you meet someone who knows you. The only person who would object is your husband, and I don't think that he would mind!"

"Oh, Mack, you're wonderful! It would be just what I would like - a couple of days together to...I said 'celebrate,' and I think that is an appropriate word, a marvelous affair. I've got to call Frank and see if we can work out something." She leaned over and kissed, me, saying, "You must be the most wonderful husband in the world. I love you so much!" The words were hardly out of her mouth before she started giggling, gasping out, "Isn't that amazing? Telling my husband that I love him for suggesting that I spend a couple of days with my lover! That French, not Spanish! And no, before you suggest it, there still will be no promiscuous coed!

Sandy called Frank, but just said that she wanted to talk with him without explaining why. They arranged to meet in the office which would be empty - all the other TA's with desks had turned in their keys when they left the university. I was working in the study when she came in with a big smile on her face. It turned out that Frank had actually thought about how wonderful it would be to go somewhere with Sandy, but never thought that it would be possible. Sandy said that she was surprised at just how thrilled he seemed to be, but, she admitted feeling pretty much the same way herself. Psychologically, getting in a car and going off alone together had a much greater impact than, even, spending a week with the group in Virginia. 

So, the only questions to answer were when to and where to go. They both agreed that where was not really important as long as they were together. However, they quickly settled on the cape, aka Cape Cod. Frank, on a previous visit had stayed at very nice small motel on the water that was centrally located. He was going to find out about availability and they could figure out when. That settled and assured about privacy, sex was next - on her desk, probably for the last time.

Having expected that, Sandy had worn a skirt and, removing her panties, she lay back to be fucked. However, instead of immediately entering her, Frank sat on the chair and began fingering her cunt before leaning in and licking and lightly sucking her clit. Then, as he had done in their cabana, he started licking between the lips of her cunt after removing the finger and inserting it into her asshole. As she described it to me later, he continued using his tongue in her cunt and on her clit while finger-fucking her ass until she was close to orgasm. At that point, he pulled back, and slid his cock into her and began a very vigorous fucking.

She had been close to coming before he entered her and she began what she swore was a continual orgasm until he reached his own climax and erupted into her. He lay on her for a minute, catching his breath before taking his cock out, leaving her sprawled open on her desk. She recovered and managed to get to her feet and, with difficulty, straighten up - a hard flat desk is not made for fucking. This time she managed to grab her panties before he confiscated them, but, as she started to put them on, he asked, seriously, "Come on, honey, let me have this pair. It's the last time in the office on your desk and I would like to have them."

Sandy looked at him and saw the sincere desire on his face and replied, as she slid them back down off of her legs, "Oh, damn it, here! Gods, it's running down my leg already. Get me some stupid tissues to stuff up me"! She described the situation later and admitted that the whole thing with the panties was touching and very sentimental. She lifted her skirt, parted her legs and inserted a roll of tissues up her cunt. Then, as she held the skirt up, Frank wiped her thighs dry. She said that felt very, very intimate and personal! Then at his request, she laid the panties flat on the desk and signed them with the date. Then she grinned up at him. "You really love sending me home without panties, don't you? Well, as your mistress I have to give you what you want, don't I?"

"That's right! If I would have had to take them back off of you, I would also have needed to spank your pretty little ass!"

"It's a good thing I didn't argue then! It's bad enough to go home without my panties, but going home after mi amante spanked me would be worse! You've spanked my pretty little ass too many times already, you big bully! But I love you anyway." As they went out of the door, she said that she was happy and sad at the same time. Before doing that, however, she took the blotter from her desk and brought it home as a precious, blotchy, souvenir of a very happy time in her life.

We discussed the idea of the Cape and it seemed to be perfect. It wasn't close so that there was likelihood that they would meet someone they knew, but not so far as to make a really long drive. Frank was familiar with the area and even, as I said, knew of what he said was a good, convenient motel. Neither Sandy nor I had ever been there so it would be new for her. It sounded good, so, if there were vacancies in that motel, the only question was how long. Frank called that evening and, while the weekend was booked, the middle of the week, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, was open.

We talked it over and, as I told, her, we had assumed that they would spend the weekend together, Saturday and Sunday - two nights, but, actually, during the week might well be better since there would be fewer people. "Now, you can stay the two nights as we originally thought or three if you want to. It's completely up to you and Frank. Cost may come in to it for him since he won't start his job to fall. Obviously, we'll pay for you, but he needs to be comfortable with the overall cost - although, I have the feeling that he would find the money somewhere to go away with you!" 

She made her familiar giggle as she agreed. "I'm sure that you are right about that, but you're also right about going overboard. I'll try to be sure that money is not a problem. We'll see. Anyway, I think that I would like the three days - actually, three nights - if he agrees. I'll call him tomorrow and see what he thinks." Then, grinning at me mischievously, she added, "Maybe if you have no plans for tomorrow night, he could come over and we can make plans down in the suite!" 

He, of course, happily came over and, as I expected, agreed that three nights would be perfect. After making that portentous decision, they settled down to have sex before going into detail. I watched while they were discussing how long to stay, but turned over to a Red Sox game when that decision was made. It's like watching porno films - after a while you've seen enough fucking that even that basic act becomes boring. Unless there is some new variation - which is rare - a baseball game has more appeal. Admittedly, when it is your wife underneath or riding on top, it takes longer to lose interest, but a baseball game is less predictable!

As it happened, however, there was one unexpected situation that I missed by leaving their show for a better one. Sandy came up the following morning not looking as happy as I had expected - actually, she looked troubled. I immediately asked if something had gone wrong.

"Yeah - well, yes and no. Everything about the trip is fine. He had already booked the three nights, assuming - really hoping - that I would want that. He said that he could have cancelled the third day if he had to. That's all good. The problem, and what has me worried, is that he insists that he intends to take me and pay for everything. Before we agreed on three days, I brought up the question about money. I told him that I was concerned about the overall cost because his pay from the university had ended and his new income wouldn't start until fall. I said that I'm in the same situation, but that, unlike him, I don't depend on my income. I said that, of course, we would split the cost of the trip, but that I wanted to be sure that he wouldn't be impoverished the rest of the summer.

"That's when he said, 'Sandy, dear, money will be no problem. In fact, because of you I haven't wasted a lot of money on girls - I love you and don't need them! Seriously, I've got more than enough saved up so that I'm in good shape. In fact, you have the wrong idea about this trip. I have every intention of taking my lovely mistress on what should be a fantastic four days alone to thank her for a wonderful year and a half. I don't want this to be a modern share the expense or Dutch treat trip - I want the pleasure of being with you and providing for you, not going on a date and splitting the cost.'

"Honey, that was so loving and, of course, I was really touched, but I know that, regardless of what he said, that this has to be a strain. I know what a TA makes, and you just don't save up that much. I kissed him and said all the things that I should have - and meant - but it still doesn't seem right. The cost of his trip would really be nothing to us, but I know it's a strain for him."

"You're right, of course. Your paying for half of the expenses makes all the sense in the world, but it appears that the gesture is very important to him. Regardless of the commonly accepted splitting of costs on dates or, even trips, that we have today, we also have the engrained feeling that the man should take care of a woman, especially one that he loves. Women's lib and demands for equality are fine in the big things, like salary and promotions, but there are centuries of tradition in personal relationship that a man shows his love for a woman by caring for her - and paying the bills. Some women resent that, and, for some men, it can be a macho thing, but obviously that is not the case here. I suspect that Frank would be happy to scrimp the rest of the summer, if that is necessary, to show his feelings for you. I think that you must graciously and affectionately accept his sacrifice, if it really is that, to give him the pleasure of serving you."

"I understand all of that, but I feel guilty. Nonetheless, I'll just have to accept it and give him the love and affection he deserves." She smiled and continued, "I wonder how many wives go to their husbands for advice on dealing with their lovers. Not many, I suspect! It's hard to believe how things, and I, have changed since I came into the house, really frightened to tell you, 'Oh Honey, I've just been made! Frank Jackson just screwed me!' It's hard to remember how innocent and naïve I was, but, here I am, ready to go away with that same Frank Jackson to spend three nights, adulterously, with him, and I only feel guilty about not splitting the cost! So, I'll go away with him and be his true mistress. I'll accept his kindness and generosity and repay him with the affection and love that he deserves - and I'll return home to my husband, even more in love with him for his support through all of this!"

So, the early the following Tuesday, Frank drove up to the house and found Sandy waiting on the porch with her suitcase. He greeted her with a kiss, helped her into the car and they drove away together for four days and three nights - a married woman and her lover. Obviously, I knew what was happening and I actually thought of going out with her and wishing them a pleasant trip, but, after discussing it with Sandy, I decided to keep things as they were: no acknowledgement that I knew, or that he knew that I knew, or that I knew that he knew that I knew, etc., etc. In any case, I gave Sandy a long and loving kiss, wished her luck and put her suitcase outside the door - and stayed out of the way as they drove off. It's amazing how empty the house felt. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was driving off with Frank - it was just that she was leaving!

I received a phone call in the early afternoon. No problems on the trip, they were checked in, the motel was excellent and everything was going beautifully. Her words and her voice said that she was very happy. After that, she called a couple of times a day, giving a brief account of what they had done, and, more significantly, how her love life was going. Everything was fine in all ways and details would wait until she got home. As she had on spring break, she was keeping a journal which she would use to recount those details.

Incidentally, keeping a journal was a habit of Sandy's since her time in Spain. She came back from there with eight notebooks recording where she went, who was with her, what was said - everything permitting her not only to remember details but also to recreate, almost relive, the entire experience in her mind and words. It was what permitted her to remember and describe the events and relationships over spring break. I never would have the discipline to keep such a journal, myself, but I was delighted to use her record keeping to fill in the details of her affair with Frank.

Anyway, late Thursday afternoon, I was waiting in the study when, finally, Frank's car turned into out driveway and stopped below the same window from which I watched their early lovemaking. They sat there for several minutes, embracing and kissing. This time there was no sex except his hand gripping her breast through her shirt. At last, and obviously reluctantly, they broke apart and, with her suitcase, walked onto the porch. Following another session of passionate kissing, Frank tore himself away, got back into the car and left. I hurried downstairs and welcomed my wife home. As she admitted later, her mind was filled with conflicting emotions. She was thrilled to see me and to be back home, but, at the same time, depressed and sad at the end of not only a lovely trip to the cape, but, more importantly, an end to a relationship that had come to mean a great deal to her. It was not as if she wouldn't see him again and, undoubtedly, have sex with him again - but it would not be the same.

The pang of parting wore off and her happiness and being home and with me won out, and, soon, her enthusiasm returned. She told me of the things they had done, the miles spent driving the length of the cape, all the way to Provincetown and the towns in between - Falmouth, Hyannis, Chatham, Wellfleet, etc. As said before, the motel was very nice with a pool and beach access. They saw the sights, found nice restaurants, shopped in unique little stores - and made love. The latter is what is of primary interest here, of course, and there was much she had to talk about.

"Honey, that was one of the nicest experience I've ever had! It was so pleasant going away with him, just the two of us. I suppose part of the appeal was the fact that it was so illicit, so unacceptable. But driving all that way together was almost like eloping - running off together! We stopped for lunch on the way and it felt very intimate. It's funny, but I've had lunch alone with men before, but it just felt different. Then, when we pulled in at the motel, I, again, got that 'running away together' feeling. It's a small motel with, I think, about ten or twelve rooms. They weren't busy, so the owner who lives there, took us to our room and talked to us about facilities. He left and, after several hugs and kisses, we started to unpack when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw the owner who showed me a hair dryer and said, 'Mrs. Jackson, the dryer in your room wasn't working over the weekend so I want to replace it with this new one.' He went into the bathroom, took the old one out, and installed the new one in about three minutes. As he left, he apologized, saying, 'I meant to replace that yesterday. Around here with the pool or the beach, hair gets wet. Anyway, Mrs. Jackson, you have a brand new dryer. Enjoy yourself, folks.'

"I looked at Frank and asked him, 'Should I have corrected him? I really didn't know what to say.'

"Frank came over to me and put his arms around me. 'Actually, I liked it and I don't see any problem.' He pulled back at arm's length and added, 'It's no secret that if you weren't married, I would be on one knee asking you to become Mrs. Frank Jackson permantedly. Now, for three days, let's pretend that you are Mrs. Jackson.' Honey, I almost cried as he said that! I was so touched, so happy that he feels that way, yet, at the same time, I felt bad for him. I've really known that he's in love with me, but to hear him say it both thrilled and depressed me at the same time. Fortunately, he knew the circumstances and immediately hugged me again, saying, 'Don't worry, sweetheart, nothing's changed - I love you as my mistress and, as long as you feel that way, you'll be my lovely married mistress, and I'm happy with that! But until we get back, if you agree, you're my wife!'

"Honey, that set the tone for the rest of the time we were together. I guess that the air was cleared for we knew just how we stood. The rest of the time was very loving"

"That certainly was unexpected, but I guess seeing a young couple checking into a motel with her wearing a wedding ring creates an assumption that they are married. I think that you handled it perfectly. Calling yourself either his wife or his mistress hardly matters - for several days you were his wife in every way, especially physically, except for legality. As you remember, I sort of expected him to be in love with you and that was the only downside to your affair as far as I could see. It appears that he has accepted the situation, I hope that he will get over it - of course, I never did, but, thank heavens, I got there first!"




Sandy and Frank Ch. 20



"I'm glad too, of course! However, I don't seem to remember a long line of competitors for my hand. Anyhow, that was a major event right after we checked in. But then there was another one of a completely different nature that evening. Anyway, after we regained our composure, we finished unpacking - which, like on spring break, was quite intimate. We changed into our suits, went into the pool for a while, showered together and went to bed for a while, i.e. had sex.

"Again, as in Virginia, it was very intimate being in 'our' room, looking at 'our' bed. Somehow, it was even more intimate because we were alone, not part of a group. In addition, we already had had that very emotional outpouring earlier, making us closer than ever. In addition, I think that we both were too aware of the impending separation. The result was that we had sex even more often than we might have in different circumstances.

"We took a shower together and went to bed. The nice thing about the situation was that being completely alone, there was no time or other pressure. We worked on each other for some time, starting with me using my mouth on his cock while playing with his balls. There was no thought of slapping or squeezing them because that is good only when he is close to climax-which was going to happen in my cunt, not my mouth this time. Then, he began playing with me, fondling my tits while stroking my clit and fingering my cunt.

"After a short time, he moved down between my legs and followed the same pattern that he has lately. He flicked his tongue over my clit while finger-fucking my cunt. That felt very good, of course, and I started to writhe around. At that point, he pulled his finger out of my cunt and slowly worked it into my ass as he began licking through my cunt lips and over my clit. I began moving quite a bit and he really began finger-fucking my ass. It felt very good and I jumped a bit and Frank pulled back from my cunt and asked, I thought, 'Did that hurt in here? It didn't before.'

"I replied - actually, gasped out - 'No! It feels very good. I like it.'

"It turned out that he had really asked me, 'Have you done it in here before?' After that exchange we proceeded to screw which, after all that buildup, was really hot. When we finished and recovered, he casually commented that he had never done it either and wondered what it was like. I suddenly realized the mistake I had made - I realized that he had asked if we had tried anal sex. I, of course, should have said that we had tried it and didn't get much out of it, so we didn't do it again. However, before I could correct my 'no' and explain, he went on to say that doing something for the first time would be nice. He said that quite casually and didn't talk about it again, but I could tell that his comment wasn't as offhanded as he pretended.

"Now, his finger-fucking felt good, but his cock was much thicker than his finger and I wasn't thrilled at the idea, but I certainly wasn't going to deny him what I knew he wanted. I also realized that it might give him pleasure to think that he was the first to use my ass. I don't know if you talk about a virgin ass - there's certainly no hymen - but maybe if it hasn't been fucked the term would apply. So, I decided to keep quiet and, in a way, tell a white lie."

"So you decided to let him...well, fuck your ass? And pretend that it was the first time?"

"Yeah. You and I didn't stop doing it because of any problem - pain or anything. We just liked my cunt better. So, I thought, why not? In addition, for some reason, his fingering, which we never did much of, did feel very good when I was excited by him licking me. And, I couldn't see any negative in letting him think that we hadn't tried anal sex. Do you?"

"No. In fact, I don't see anything wrong with any of this. My god, he's fucked your cunt...what? 50 or 100 times by now? Whatever the number is, you may have matched it by sucking. I assumed that he did fuck your ass and I certainly have no problem with it or your presumed anal virginity!"

"I was sure that you would feel that way. Still, it's good to hear you say so. Anyway, we dressed again and went out to have dinner. We stopped in the office to get a recommendation for a restaurant. The owner's wife was at the desk and greeted us as Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, suggested two places and, as we prepared to leave she smiled and asked if we were honeymooners! I thought fast and said, 'No, we've been together for a year and a half now.' She replied that if you still act like honeymooners after a year and a half, your marriage is in really in good shape. We thanked her and left, amused and feeling sentimental.

"We laughed in the car, and Frank said, 'See everyone sees us as a happy couple, Frank and Sandra Jackson, honeymooners!'

"I replied, 'Well, for this trip, that is what we are, and it's very nice. But, boy, would they be surprised if I had said that I really was Sandra MacAndrew enjoying an adulterous getaway with my lover?' 

"On the way to the restaurant I had Frank stop at a drugstore and went in and, discreetly, bought a tube of KY jelly and came out with it in my purse. I was committed. I didn't say anything and, as with many things, I had mixed emotions about that commitment. On the one hand, I felt good about giving him something of myself that I was certain would please him. On the other hand, there's always concern about how something new would feel and work. Still, I was mostly looking forward to the experience with him. We drove around awhile after eating and went back to the motel and bed - we actually acted like honeymooners! We had, in fact, been together for over a year and a half, but this was the first time we really had been alone, staying in a motel by ourselves and, somehow, the relationship was different. The things we had been doing all that time seemed new.

"Anyway, we undressed and lay there together, his arm around me, talking about all sorts of things - including dissertations! - while each of us ran our hands over the other. Finally, I made the first real move as I slide down to his waist and began licking and kissing his cock before I took it into my mouth and lightly sucked it, bringing it to full erection. He pulled away and moved between my legs which I raised and spread for him. Shortly afterwards, he was running his tongue into my cunt and over my clit after penetrating my ass with his finger. It felt good and I began the usual slight early pre-orgasm movements as he finger-fucked my ass.

"It felt very good, and if it had continued, I probably would have gone off. However, he pulled back, kneeling there, prepared to enter my cunt. I stopped him and reached over to the bedside table, picked up the KY jelly package and handed it to him, saying, 'Would you like to try this?'"



Sandy and Frank Ch. 21: Final



"Puzzled, he opened the bag and pulled out the tube and, apparently, knew immediately what I was offering. I actually think, from his expression, that he was shocked, but excited, and I'll honestly say love, soon spread over his face. He moved from between my legs and lay beside me. 'Are you sure, sweetheart? Buying this and offering to do it is wonderful, but I don't want you to do anything that you have doubts about.'

"I had thought about what to say or how to offer it to him and was prepared. I reached up and kissed him and said, 'Well, as your mistress, I've admitted your right to spank what you refer to as my pretty little ass. Your cock is fatter than your finger so it scares me, but if you want to fuck my virgin ass, as your mistress I will have to submit to mi amante in that, too!' It's funny, but as I said that, I was feeling just as submissive as it sounds - and I got real pleasure out of saying it. And, I had decided that, while it was untrue, the pleasure he would get out thinking that he would be the first to fuck my ass was worth a little white lie that hurt no one. 

"I turned over on my stomach and lifted up so he could put a pillow under my hips. He got between my legs on his knees and commented, 'I need to put a lot of this on my cock so it can get in without hurting you. My, that is a pretty little ass raised up like that! Maybe I should spank it first!' He slapped me lightly a couple of times and then began fondling me, running his fingers from between my buttocks to my cunt and all over my bottom. Of course, I was already aroused by the way he had worked on me before, plus being excited by giving him permission to take me that way. I thought that he was ready to start, but he paused and said, 'Maybe I should put some of this in your asshole.' He said that so offhandedly that the word 'asshole,' which I don't like, didn't even cause me to flinch. Of course, my vocabulary has been expanded recently, so I guess 'asshole' is in it! I any case, I felt his finger, coated with KY Jelly, enter me and briefly finger-fuck me. 

"Finally, the time came and I felt him lean forward, put his cock between my ass cheeks, and slowly push in. You had done it before with no real pain, but, instinctively I guess, I expected it to hurt a bit as it went in. However, there obviously was plenty of lubrication, for it went past my sphincter easily with no pain whatsoever. As soon as the head was in, he paused and asked if I was ok. I answered, hesitantly, 'It's all right so far, honey. Go slowly until I get used to it.' He did just that, pulling out a bit and going back in deeper, time after time until he was completely in. He paused again for a moment and, then, he began to actually fuck my ass!

"I don't know what the difference was, dear, but, to my surprise, it felt very good! No pain at all! Maybe I was better lubricated so it went in and out easier or maybe it was all the emotional stuff before...I don't know! Whatever, it was going in the whole way every time and I could feel his hair against my skin and his balls against my cunt as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how good it felt, particularly with how apprehensive I had been when he started. As he began moving faster, no longer concerned about hurting me, I actually began pushing back against him. I had started out just lying there and letting him use my ass, but that no longer was the case - now, I was an active participant!

"I don't know how long it lasted, for I lost myself in being ass-fucked. It felt very different from being fucked in my cunt, of course. At first I was very conscious of that big thing going in and out of my asshole - there, I said it! - but soon I was just lost in it without even thinking about which hole it was in! Again, at first I had the sensation of being stuffed, but that also went away quickly. At the end, he was really pounding into me and I was surging back against him. He suddenly welded himself against me, grinding against my ass as he came into me. My reaction was to push back as hard as I could. It felt very, very good, but it was different from my usual orgasm - it wasn't as explosive, no sudden climax so calling it an orgasm might be wrong, but I didn't care. It felt very good and Frank loved it - he had taken his mistress's virgin ass!

"He slumped down on my back, his cock still in my asshole, and we just stayed that way for a full minute as we recovered. He pulled out of me and we went in and took another shower. It wasn't really necessary - there was no big mess - but you know how fastidious I am and I just felt more comfortable knowing where his cock had been. I'll admit that I had a twinge of embarrassment for a second or two at having done such an intimate thing with him, but that passed quickly as he hugged me and said how wonderful it had been. The simple truth is that a vagina is a natural place for a cock, while a mouth is, in a way, more intimate, but sucking on something is also natural. Going into and fucking an ass just isn't the same - I guess that I just feel that it is a very personal area. I'm not concerned about the act being aberrant or perverted...oh, damn it, I have always thought of it being dirty, for obvious reasons. Some people discuss these biological problems easily, but, for me it's hard to talk about them, even with you. Anyway, I had been sure to empty myself in back before we started so there wouldn't be a problem. Gods, that sounds prissy!"

"Don't be silly, honey. Ass fucking can definitely lead to unpleasant situations that would horrify you - me too, for that matter! I've read that people sometimes take an enema ahead of time. That fastidiousness you mentioned may well be the reason it didn't work out well for us when we tried it. The fear of being 'dirty' could have prevented any thought of pleasure from your mind. Regardless, whether it was more lubrication, the emotional experience you had shared, being alone with your lover - or whatever, you got past that phobia and proved that ass fucking can be enjoyable."

"There's no doubt about that. From the way he pounded me and the way he exploded in my ass, there was no question that it had been everything that he had hoped for. The amazing thing, however, was my reaction - I had expected that, at most, I would be neutral afterwards, and, instead, as I said, I loved it! All the things you mentioned certainly contributed to my change of heart, but, unquestionably part of it was my love for him. I really wanted him to have that experience in me even if I just lay there while he had me.

"There are a couple of things that I have learned about myself during all of this. One thing that we have talked about quite a bit is a tendency toward exhibitionism. It's a situational thing where, for example, during spring break I walked around naked, was seen having sex, etc. I loved walking around naked on the lawn - safe exposure, of course. The other character trait, which we've talked about before, is submissiveness. Again, as with my exhibitionism, it only exists in very limited situations and with only two people, you and Frank and, I'll admit, mostly with Frank as a fun part of our relationship.

"I mention this now, because it has a great deal to do with sex. When we're fucking, I enjoy, on occasion, being on top. I control the action, can speed up or slow down, grind against you when I want and, at climax, I am free of any weight and can be as wild as I wish. When I'm underneath either you or Frank, my legs are up and open, completely exposing my cunt and, when I get hot, my legs flail around and I can hump up or twist sideways to get the pressure I want. I can even bring my legs down, plant my feet on the bed against my hips and really bounce up and down. I can wrap my legs around you to pull you in tighter. I have considerable freedom with my motions but, unlike when I'm on top, you are in control of the rhythm and, psychologically, I feel that I'm being taken - and I like that feeling.

"Now, when either of you puts my feet over your shoulders, my motions are much more constrained. In fact, all I can so is hump up against you, intensifying the power of the impact when we come together. In that situation, I am really being used - I'm a cunt that you can pound into to reach your climax and ejaculate into me. Usually, I'm completely bent double with my knees almost against my tits while you squash me into the bed. In that position, if my clit is being impacted by the forceful pummeling, it feels wonderful. More often, though, the real excitement for me comes from the psychological pleasure I get from being taken and used.

"I mention this because being ass-fucked is very similar to the feet-over-the-shoulder fucking. I'm lying face down, my ass up on a pillow while a thick thing slides into my ass. That was a weird feeling at first and really nor sexually arousing because I was more concerned with what was going to happen. I soon found that it was not an uncomfortable penetration, and as he began the real fucking, it became surprisingly exciting. I think that rising excitement came largely for, again, its psychological appeal. I remember thinking, 'My god, I'm being ass-fucked! Frank's cock is in my ass - it's in my asshole! He's fucking me hard and it doesn't hurt! As the in-and-out became more vigorous and faster, all those thoughts faded and I just lay there, my ass being used. I lay there completely under his control, enjoying the pleasure of submitting to my lover and that very fact, perversely, aroused me so that when I felt him smash inward one last time and ground his pelvis against me, I came with him and pushed my ass upward as much as I could. Being ass-fucked like that is very subservient and being taken in that position really turned me on. I'm sure that that very feeling of being taken and used would be repulsive to many, perhaps most, women, but it really appealed to me.

"However, while there was great psychological pleasure in submitting, I don't want to downgrade or overlook the physical part of it. As it went on, I got more and more pleasurable sensations from the fucking itself. I can honestly say that I actually enjoyed having his cock in my ass, and, the next time we did it, I no longer had that initial apprehension and I welcomed him into me without hesitation."

I will admit that I was startled by her description of her experience, but not so much by the ass-fucking, itself, but by her thoughtful analysis of her motivation and the impact of the different positions she had been fucked in. As a man, I had never thought about just how seriously the position chosen would affect a woman, but that description made it clear that a woman could be nothing but...well...a nicely lubricated, soft hole in which he was enjoying himself. It sounds so selfish, but it probably is, most often, thoughtlessness - if it feels good to him, he assumes that it feels good to her. Of course, that could explain why sex can have has little value for women. That certainly is true for anal sex, for she is likely just lying there, her asshole being used.

"That was quite an experience, honey. You really were in a fantasy world - going away together, sharing a motel room, being addressed as if the two of you were married. It had to have felt like a honeymoon! Very romantic! I'm still surprised at how different it was for you in the anal sex, but maybe that romantic element made the difference. With us, it was just trying something new and it had no great meaning for either of us. This time you had a strong desire to do it for him. Planning it, buying the KY jelly, presenting the jelly as a gift right in the middle of sex - in other words, you were really into it, you wanted it to work. Using more lubrication might have helped us, but I think that your feelings for Frank, combined with all of the romantic elements - alone together, honeymoon, etc. - were the real difference."

"You're probably right. I know that while we were there we were in a sort of bubble, separated from the real world and everything was good in that bubble. You know, that's the way it was the entire time. When we drove along, were walking through the streets looking at quaint buildings, particularly in Provincetown, or on the beach, it felt as if that were the world - I didn't think of here, of school, my degree or, even, you. Once in a while I would see something unusual, like the sand dunes in the National Seashore park, I would automatically think, 'I've got to tell Mack about this,' and be brought back to reality for a moment.

"Incidentally, that was the only place where we had real sex outside. Before we got to the park, we saw a path going down to the water. We parked along the road, probably illegally, and went down a steep trail and walked along the shore. There was no one in sight and we went into a sort of valley between two dunes. I was wearing halter top and shorts and Frank, over my mild protest, took them, and my panties, off and lay me down in the sand. You know something; I may get into trouble one day - I'm to the point now that if I'm on my back, my legs just go up and spread wide automatically! Anyway, that's what happened! Frank came down on me, slid his cock into my cunt and fucked me right there. That was the type of thing that made it seem like a honeymoon - a loving couple enthralled with each other and having sex at every opportunity."

"It sounds as if there was a lot of sex - I'm surprised that you had any time for sight-seeing!"

"Well, there was a lot of sex. Each morning he screwed me before we went out for breakfast. Each evening we had fucked at least once before going to sleep. And, each day we found time to have some type of sex in the afternoon - like that time I just mentioned when we stopped along the road. Another day, when we were on a sand dune cliff watching surfers and seeing the Three Sisters Lighthouse, we found a private place and I managed to suck him off. Actually, we had oral sex several times and a great deal of just groping and fondling during the day. He had my tits out quite a few times and, as you can see, left plenty of love marks to commemorate those occasions. He deepened the one under my left nipple each time, wanting it to last. We did seem to be insatiable, but I think that we both, consciously or unconsciously, were aware that our fantasy bubble we were in was going to burst soon."

"Well, that certainly makes sense, and it was good that you had different places and different sex acts while seeing the cape - evidently safely. Now, you said you enjoyed feeling his cock in your ass and had no apprehension before the next time he had you. Obviously, then, you had anal sex with him again."

"I wasn't too certain of that 'safely' a few times. I had some qualms that time in which I was naked while Frank had me on the dunes. After the excitement was over, I put my clothes on very quickly because I had a horrible picture of being arrested for indecent exposure, public lewdness, or whatever, and my real name appearing in the newspaper! 

"As far as anal sex was concerned, we had it two more times, Wednesday and Thursday nights. I actually was looking forward to it, not because it was better than regular screwing, but because it was a very intimate and private act between us. Letting a man put his cock in your mouth or cunt is, obviously, very personal, but, at the same time, is a common act. Turning over and letting him put it in your ass is more than just a physical thing - it's offering a very private part of your body for him to use. I think that permitting that penetration really says something very important about a woman's feeling for a man far beyond the sex itself.

"Wednesday night we were both looking forward to ass-fucking again. It had been a busy day and we had screwed in the morning and that was the afternoon we had done it in the dunes on the beach, but we were ready to do it again. I think that we must have taken some kind of sex pill. I had jokingly told Frank as we climbed back up to the road after that afternoon action that my cunt was going to be sore the way we were going. He hugged me and said, 'That's all right, honey, we'll use your ass tonight!'

"For some reason I blushed like mad at that - I really don't know why - but I teased him back. 'Well, that may help me, but your cock will be worn out at this rate!'

"He smiled as he looked down at me and said, 'Don't worry about that, sweetheart, it will be resting until I see you again!' He was smiling, but I knew that he meant it. His reply really touched me and all I could do was put my arms around him and kiss him.

"Anyway, that evening we had gone to a local summer playhouse to see a production of 'Kiss Me Kate' which I love - the Shakespeare connection - and I was feeling particularly romantic and loving. We lay in bed together quietly talking about the play and a variety of things. He started kissing me and my nipples before reaching behind me and began fondling my bottom. He stroked between my ass cheeks and lightly rubbed my asshole - damn it, I knew that I would start using that word automatically! Obviously, we were ready, but he proposed doing it differently to keep his weigh off of me.

"He lubricated us with the KY jelly but, instead of lying on the bed, I stood by the bed, legs spread and bent over, resting my upper body and head on two pillows placed on top of each other. As short as I am, that placed my ass and cunt at a good height. He then stood between my legs and very easily slid his cock into my asshole. This time I wasn't concerned about the penetration and my sphincter didn't put up a fight and, quite quickly, he was able to freely plunge in and out of my ass. 

"Standing like that, Frank didn't have to hold himself up by his arms and, instead, could grasp my tits or, as the excitement mounted, hold me firmly by my hip bones so that he could really pound into me. At the same time, without his weight holding me sown, I was more able to move, particularly pushing back and twisting a bit. As I said before, it's obviously not the same to be fucked in the ass as opposed to the cunt, but I just can't describe the difference. Regular vaginal intercourse, particularly with clitoral stimulation, has the triggers that lead to orgasms. The ass - or the asshole - doesn't. It's just a passage. However, maybe it's purely psychological, but it really arouses me! 

"Regardless, at the end, I really had no control at all, for Frank held me firmly by my hip bones so that I was a solid target. I felt like a rag doll in a way, by upper body just bouncing from the pounding of my pelvis. It was a kind of throbbing going through me rather that a sharp climax at the end. He held me tight by my hip bones and ground himself against me as his cock drove deeply into my ass and ejaculated. I was completely under his control as he took me. 

"When he finished coming in me, we both just collapsed. I was as exhausted as he was because, while he was doing the thrusting in and out, I was absorbing the assault. I was caught up in the emotion as well and I was gasping for breath as a wave of euphoria flashed through me. I think that it was not only the physical pleasure I felt, but a combination of that and joy that we had made it together. I can't really describe my emotions, but it was good. 

"The following day, Thursday, was very nice but I think that both of us were all too conscious that it was the last day - at least the last night together. This was the day we saw the lighthouses and a big windmill and sat on a bluff and watched the surfers. That evening, our last, was very pleasant. There was a band playing in an old bandstand which was set at the bottom of a small hill, a natural bowl. We, and hundreds of others, spread a blanket out and reclined together to listen to the music - which wasn't professional, but who cares? We lay there listening and making out under the stars. Very romantic. I have no idea where we were, but it was very, very nice way to spend our last evening.




Sandy and Frank Ch. 21: Final



"We stopped for some ice cream on our way 'home' to 'our' room and prepared for our last night together, determined to make it fun, although neither said so. However, it was an emotional time and, inevitably, we became serious. We were quietly talking, reminiscing about the past year and a half, about in that relatively short period of time we had gone from just friends to real lovers. It was difficult to do, but I forced myself to spell out my feelings - that I loved him very much but that I was in love with you. I told him honestly that he was the only man other than you to whom I have ever said 'I love you.' He said that he already knew about my feelings about you and accepted that - he had said practically the same thing before about wishing he could marry me. He was clearly touched and happy about being only the second man in my life. It was a happy-sad, and very intimate, conversation.

"I don't recall what led up to it, but, maybe in an effort to lighten the atmosphere, Frank reached over me and began running his hand over my bottom. 'You really do have a nice little ass. Now it's got two uses - it's perfect for spanking and it's perfect for fucking!'

"I don't know what caused me to do it, but I said, 'Forget the spanking part! You can fuck it, but you have no reason to spank it!' As I said it I knew perfectly well what would happen, but I said it anyway. For some reason it appeared that, subconsciously, I wanted him to spank me. That, of course, is exactly what happened!

"His reply was prompt. 'So, my little mistress thinks that she can tell me when she should be spanked! I'll decide when and why, and, to prove that, now is the time.' We started a struggle which I, inevitably, lost, and, as expected, I found myself over his knees with my 'pretty little ass' posed to be assaulted. He ran his hand all over my hips, including between my buttocks. "Now, you can spare yourself from a much deserved spanking if you will state right now that I can spank my mistress anytime I think she deserves it!"

"I, of course replied, 'No! You can spank me only when I have done something wrong, not whenever you feel like it!'

"He replied, again as expected. 'I think that you deserve a spanking for not telling me that I can spank my lovely mistress whenever I think that she needs it!' He promptly brought his hand down and starting spanking me. It wasn't really painful, but it wasn't just a pity-pat either. It stung, but it really was a fun sting. You know that I'm certainly not a masochist - far from it - but while it hurt a bit, I enjoyed it as a part of the game. We began a back and forth complaint and demand cycle. 'Stop it, that's not fair!' Smack. 'Tell me that I can spank you when I think that you deserve it!' Smack. 'Ouch, that hurts. Stop it!' Smack. 'I'll stop it anytime you want! Smack! That back and forth went on for about ten smacks, until, I gave up. 'Ooh, that hurts. Ok, damn it, you can spank me anytime you think I need it!' 'That's not good enough!' Smack! 'You're mean! All right, I'm your mistress and you can spank me any time you want to! Is that good enough?'

"That, of course, was what he was waiting for and he began running his hand over my bottom. He lifted me up and cuddled me against him, saying, 'That's how a nice obedient mistress should act! Now your pretty little ass is all red.' I, of course, acted properly meek and chastised, 'That wasn't fair. Now my bottom is sore and now that you've spanked it you'll probably want to use it that other way!' He hugged me and kissed me and we were ready for fucking my red ass.

"That obviously was a game we were playing and we each handled our roles well, but it worked. I don't know why, but when he spanks me it always gets us both aroused. He's masterful and tames me and I'm submissive and available!"

"Yeah, that seems to be a common theme in many relationships, whether it's actually semi-play acting or serious. I'll have to remember that you like that!"

"Oh no, that won't work. Any thought of a master-mistress relationship, acting or real, vanished years ago if it ever existed between us. We've known each other too long!"

"Right, you were too bossy in high school! That's when you should have been tamed! Ok, what next?"

"Actually, we had talked about it Wednesday before we went to sleep and decided that we liked the ass-fucking position with me on my stomach better than the bent-over position. It's amazing how easy it was to get into me. My asshole just seemed to open up and welcome his cock and it felt good right from the start. We're going to have to try that to see if I am more open or if it was the situation on the cape that affected me. It's the cunt that's supposed to adjust to size, not the ass, but it certainly worked.

"Anyway, he didn't have to work it in, so he really started fucking me pretty hard right away. I still don't know why I liked it so much, but I did. It may have been just part of the whole going-away-together situation that made me enjoy it so much. Regardless, we both were really into it. There is one unquestioned fact about ass-fucking and that is that the woman is in the inferior position and is limited in her ability to move. Fortunately, as I said before, that didn't bother me - in fact, I liked it. Understand, I still greatly prefer using my cunt, but it was nice on the cape, particularly since my little white lie made it special got Frank.

"Just as had Tuesday night, the excitement built up rapidly and, as before, my climax was more of an ongoing thing rather than an explosion. Frank really plunged into to me at the end and we both really enjoyed it. Actually, the finish was probably the most satisfying of the three ass-fuckings, with Frank driving me down into the bed as if he wanted to flatten me. His excitement transferred to me and I came with him. It was a very good ending for our last night on the cape.

"Still, it's only a variation, to be used on occasion, with vaginal intercourse to be the main event. That is how we went on our last sex on the cape on Thursday morning. We woke up fairly early and he screwed me before we dressed and went out for breakfast. We came back and packed - which didn't take long - and just lay down and talked. It was very sentimental and, again, sad-happy. I had let him pay for everything, as he had insisted over my initial protests, and I was very effusive in thanking him for taking me on that wonderful going-away-together trip. I told him, honestly, that it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. I know, regardless of what he said, that he really couldn't afford it, but I know that he really wanted to do it. I made sure that he knew that I appreciated it and him.

"Checkout was at 11:00 so we had to go, but we had sex again before we left. We were dressed, but he took his pants and shorts down, I took my panties off and he fucked me one last time before we left. Naturally, he confiscated my panties - which I signed with the date and location - so I had to open my suitcase and get another pair out so that cum wouldn't wreck my skirt and the car seat. I really regretted leaving that room because it was a place of great happiness. So, that was it. We drove home, we said goodbye in the car with both of us feeling a real loss. There were the final kisses on the porch, and he left. For me it was very difficult, but I was home and with you. He is going to Maine and has no one waiting for him, so leaving here and me is much worse. I really hated seeing him go off alone like that after such wonderful days together." 

We talked a while after she finished describing her experiences on the cape. Any lingering sadness had dissipated and she took pleasure in recounting other things they had done. It was even more obvious that they had been very intimate and compatible while living together when by themselves. It's one thing to be alone in a car or room having sex or, even, sleeping overnight with someone, but another to be together for a longer time. The spring break experience was much longer than just an overnight, but they were with other people most of the time. Spending four days completely alone is a much better test of compatibility and they had passed that test. Grinning, I joked, "It went so well that maybe I'm lucky you came back instead of going to Maine."

She giggled at that, saying, "You might be right! Mrs. Frank Jackson or Sandra Jackson sounded nice, but he had to come back here to load up all his possessions and I knew that there wouldn't be room in the car for me - I couldn't go with him so I decided to stay with you. It's probably a good thing that he doesn't still have that old Roadmastrer! Besides, I have to finish my dissertation. Seriously, though, I loved the 'honeymoon' feeling, being alone, just the two of us. I really did enjoy being Mrs. Jackson, but I was always aware that I was playing a role. I was Sandra MacAndrew playing Sandra Jackson. It was fun but...you used the word 'fantasy,' and that was what it felt like. I enjoyed every minute and everything we did the whole four days, particularly the closeness - and certainly the sex - but it was just fun, intimate fun, but never a thought of it being more.

"The last eighteen months have been wonderful and I have done things that would have been absolutely inconceivable before that. I don't regret anything I've done and I certainly have grown - or degenerated - more in those eighteen months than any comparable period in my life!"

"No doubt about that and it shows what an impact a small decision which seems inconsequential can have. Remember way back when you were dressing to go to the pre-Christmas end-of-the-semester party, you were wearing that silky blouse and you asked me if you needed to wear bra because you were afraid that your nipples would show through? I said something like 'a hard nipple sticking out never hurt anyone.' You decided that it was ok and you went without a bra. What if I had said that it was too revealing? Frank wouldn't have seen your nipple poking out, wouldn't have been tempted to feel your tit. He would have brought you home, said goodnight and left my virtuous, untouched wife to come in and happily describe a mundane graduate student party!"

"My god, you're right! And I almost put a bra on! I have a hard time remembering what I was like, but I know I was happy and sex was good and enjoyable, but the idea of anyone else even touching me would have been traumatic. In fact it was traumatic when I felt Frank's hand on my tit! Of course, I never would have thought of it as my tit! It was a breast or, at most, a boob. It's amazing how I've changed sexually - vocabulary if nothing else. I still cringe mentally sometimes when I hear myself automatically use words like at fucking, ass or asshole. Now I've been fucked in every opening and I've committed adultery so often that I don't even think of it as a sin. I've even done it when I know others could see me doing it. By almost any normal standard I have been corrupted, debauched and perverted. I enjoy doing things because they are wicked. But I have no feeling of guilt. Of course, that's because you have been a supporter and facilitator of my debauchery.

"However, while my affair has been a major part of my life for the last eighteen months, my regular life has gone on. I taught my courses, completed my own coursework, passed my prelims and am finishing my dissertation. I'll soon have my PhD and I have a university teaching job which I will start this fall. So, my affair hasn't completed dominated my life and, most important, my marriage is stronger than ever! It was a wonderful eighteen months.

Epilogue

Sandy's affair with Frank was over in terms of day-to-day meetings and intimacy, but he had to come back to see his advisor about his dissertation - and to spend the night with her. In addition, Maine wasn't all that far away. These occasional rendezvous kept the fires going, if only intermittently. For the future there was the annual meeting of the Northeast Conference on the Teaching of Foreign Languages (NECFL) and the Modern Language Association (MLA) where discreet personal meetings can be held. As long as there were feelings between them, the affair continued - and nothing had changed in that regard.

Sandy finished her dissertation and its defense and by the start of the second semester, she was officially Dr. Sandra MacAndrew! Her school was ten miles away from mine (eight miles from our house) - what could be better?

Well, from my view, potentially making it better was Sandy hurrying into our study announcing: "Hi, honey. I just got the most wonderful news! Helen Evans just called and they're moving to Connecticut and have found a house in the Candlewood Lake area. Apparently a lot of pilots live there because they can catch the train and get to New York airports in a short time. Oh, that's so wonderful! I haven't seen her in five years and now she will be only an hour away! I can't believe it!"

Helen, of course, was Sandy's roommate from Spain, mentioned earlier. I was always intrigued by hearing about her eye-popping tits that looked like one of those fanciful figureheads on early sailing ships. They had been a cause of intriguing conversation for years - and now she would be living close to us. I perked up, but before I could say a word Sandy continued, "Yeah, I know what you're thinking about - her tits!"

"You hurt me! I'm only happy that your dear friend will be nearby! On the other hand, you've been very mean, denying me that very voluptuous young woman master's candidate as well as numerous promiscuous coeds who wanted good grades! I'd love to see those tits! From the way you describe her, Helen might make up for all of those coeds!'

"Ha! She's happily married to a glamorous airline pilot!" She paused, looked at me with an inscrutable expression, and shocked me with, "We'll see."

Things just got a bit brighter!