Message-ID: <2859eli$9708111812@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Sandra Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33EE35C2.5ED4@wolfenet.com> Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder. The following story contains themes of explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be in this newsgroup, you're not old enough to read this. Go away.) M+/F, CHEATING WIFE, VOYEUR "The Sandra Stories" by Mark Lane Part One My wife Sandra is a sexy, twenty-nine-year-old gorgeous blonde. She has a beautiful smile and a model's body. Her breasts are firm and round with little nipples. Her legs are shapely and long, and her ass is nicely rounded. She is aggressive, wild, and always willing to experiment sexually. One evening after we had been married about a year, I was looking all over for a Band-Aid. Sandra told me to look in the drawers of her bedside table. As I was rummaging through a drawer, I received quite a jolt. I found a large vibrator and a box of condoms, with some missing. Sandy was embarrassed by my discovery. She explained that the condoms were ones that we had used before my vasectomy and the vibrator was a gag gift from a lingerie party. That night while we were in a sixty-nine, I slipped the vibrator into Sandra's juicy pussy. She enjoyed the penetration and had an incredible orgasm. I was inexplicably aroused at the image of the vibrator sliding in and out of my wife. It was as if she were fucking another man while I ate her pussy. The more I thought of it, the more that idea appealed to me. The vibrator became a regular part of our lovemaking. The climaxes caused by the vibrator were far more intense and powerful than those she ever got from my tongue or cock. I was always aroused at being able to satisfy her in this manner. To add additional spice I bought her a much larger dildo that looked like a huge penis with veins and a large wide head. I was amazed at how easily Sandy accommodated this big cock and how much she obviously enjoyed it. One night, after the big dildo had brought her to an unusually intense orgasm, I kidded her that someday the dildo might replace me. Sandy assured me that no piece of rubber could replace the feel of a real cock. I jokingly suggested that if a larger dildo excited her more than a smaller one, then getting fucked by a huge cock should feel better than my smaller one. She just ignored my comment as if it were a bad joke. I began to secretly wonder what it would actually be like to watch Sandra actually suck and fuck another man with a larger cock and see him work his cock into her pussy. Would I be able to handle seeing her with another man? I never discussed this with Sandy because I was afraid of what she would think of my fantasy. One Saturday morning, after a thunder storm fucked up my regular golf game, I returned home to find a strange car in the driveway. As soon as I stepped into the foyer, I heard my wife screaming upstairs. I stopped, heard her again, and realized this was not a scream of pain or terror, but one of pleasure. I quietly walked to the bottom of the stairs and listened to what was going on. It took only a few seconds to realize that the sounds of sex were coming from my bedroom. I had to walk up five steps to see the bed, so I did and received the shock of my life. Sandra was completely nude and mounted on top of a stranger's enormous cock, riding him in a frenzy. She let out a wail of ecstasy every time she came down on his pole and ground her pussy hard against him. Sandy was in the middle of huge orgasm and loving every second of it. My wife completely lifted herself off of her lover's cock, then drove herself down onto it as hard as she could. The sight was unbelievable! I could see his gigantic cock glistening with Sandy's juice every time she rose herself up. Her pussy lips were spread wide, tightly hugging his erection. I couldn't see his face, but I saw his hands rubbing Sandy's breasts and squeezing her nipples. I knew he was giving her tremendous pleasure. "Keep riding my cock, baby... You love my big cock, don't cha," he grunted. "Keep pumping on my cock... Make yourself cum... Up and down, Sandra... Up and down... I want you to work that tight pussy on my dick until I fill you full of my cum." I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing, but I particularly couldn't believe the erection I had. After several more minutes of fucking, they came together and collapsed into each other's arms. Some of his cock was still buried inside her, but I could see at least six inches of his meat sticking out. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen! After catching her breath, Sandra sat up, still impaled by her lovers mammoth cock, and rubbed his chest while rocking back and forth. My wife said the words I still hear in my mind to this day: "Oh Dougie, you can't believe how great your cock feels inside me. It's been a long time since I rode one like this -- much too long. I almost forgot how good a big cock feels." Sandy finally rolled off of him, and they lay next to each other. He was playing with her breasts and nipples, and they were talking. As my wife continued to stroke her lovers enormous shaft, she told him again how much she loved fucking his big cock. Dougie asked her if her husband had a big cock. She replied, "No, it's pretty average... Would I be fucking you if he did?" "Have you ever told your husband you love to fuck big cocks?" he asked. Sandy replied, "No way, it would really upset him. You must understand, I love being fucked by you, but I really love him." I held my breath as Dougie asked her the next question, "Have you cheated on him before?" "Yes, I have. You're not the first... and certainly not the last." Dougie said he had to leave, but Sandra gently grabbed him by the balls and said, "Not until you fuck me one more time." With that she slid down his body, took the head of his huge prick into her mouth, and started to lick and suck him. I was still unable to believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe that, instead of being upset with her, I was turned on like never before. Unable to control myself, I pulled out my cock and began to masturbate. I stared in delight as I watched my wife lick and suck his cock and balls. She held his cock in one hand as she licked up the side of his shaft and around the head. I couldn't believe how long his cock was. With both of her hands wrapped around the base of his prick, at least half was visible above her fingers. Sandy took the head of his cock and sucked him in deeper and deeper. With each dip of her head, a little more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. While my wife's lips would have completely engulfed my cock at that point, Dougie had many inches still to go. He moaned and said, "You are a fabulous cocksucker." Sandy said, "And you have a fabulous cock to suck... Now fuck me one more time. I want you to be on top this time." The stranger spread my wife's legs apart and played with her clit. He then placed his massive shaft at the edge of her pussy, thrust his hips forward, and entered her in one stroke. I orgasmed watching another man fuck my wife. As he fucked her, she grunted, "You feel sooo fucking good." He answered, "You sure do love my cock, don't you"? Sandy replied, "You know it. Now stop teasing me and fuck me hard." Dougie continued with slow easy strokes, all the way in and all the way out. Sandy screamed like she was being tortured, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Dougie really started to pound into her. The sight of his cock and balls slamming into my wife was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. It was only made better by her screams of pleasure. My wife's lover was fucking her as hard as he could. The bed frame was banging against the wall, and I wondered if it would collapse beneath them. Sandy begged him, "Give me it! Harder! Don't stop!" I was so turned on by what I was watching and hearing, I lost it. One more rub of my cock, and I came again. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I retreated down the stairs. After I had composed myself, I left the house as quietly as I could. My fantasy has become a reality. I had watched my wife fucking another man. I wonder what Sandra would think of my fantasy now she has made it come true? The Sandra Stories Part Two By Mark Lane In part one I clearly established that I am one of those guys who gets an immediate erection by fantasizing about my wife having sex with another man. My emotions were mixed when my fantasy became reality. I had been excited to the point of orgasm while watching Sandra fuck another man. My cock still hardens each time I think about it; however, I can't erase the jealous feelings that pierce through me now that she has actually done it. Fortunately two things are definite: there is no doubt that jealousy adds to my excitement; and I would quickly embrace the opportunity to see her do it again. I didn't tell Sandy I had watched her, but, after witnessing her encounter with Dougie, I made sure that Sandra knew how excited I would be by the idea of her fucking another man. Although she shared in the passion of my fantasy, she told me she would never make it happen. I found her lie enticing. The possibility of my fantasy coming true again was revitalized one evening when my wife arrived home with a male company employee visiting from out of state. Sandra told me she had been assigned to entertain him for the evening. Bob was a handsome man in his late twenties. It was obvious that he took physical conditioning seriously and was turned on by my wife. Sandra fixed us all a stiff scotch on the rocks. We chatted only briefly before she left the room to change into more comfortable clothes. My wife purposely brushed against Bob as she exited. Bob's hard on was obvious, and I knew he wanted to have sex with my wife. When she returned, her silky blonde hair was combed and styled around her face. Her lips were painted cherry red. Sandra was wearing black short-shorts and a tight, white pullover. Her breasts were firm and round, and the outline of her small nipples confirmed she was not wearing a bra. Sandra was stunning. I knew she was going to flirt mercilessly with her colleague. Bob pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and asked if he could smoke. Sandra responded that we didn't smoke, but she would sit with him on the porch. As they left for the porch, I knew another opportunity was presenting itself for my wife to be unfaithful. I quickly arranged for a friend to ring our phone in twenty minutes. As I walked toward the porch, I was aroused to see Bob lighting the cigarette being held between Sandra's lips. She inhaled deeply and seductively exhaled smoke through her pursed lips. Sandra looked slightly embarrassed as I joined them on the porch. I asked if I could freshen their drinks. My lovely wife smiled at me and responded, "Yes, please. Make them doubles." The telephone rang on queue as I handed them their drinks. I faked a short conversation, and, after apologizing to them, I told them I had to return to the office but should be back in about two hours. No one seemed distressed that I was about to depart. Sandra walked me to the door sending me on my way with a passionate kiss, her tongue entering my mouth and playing with my tongue. My wife was very horny, and I was about to leave her alone with a man who obviously desired her. I drove just down the block then quickly and quietly returned to my home, entered in the back, and snuck upstairs. As I heard them coming up the stairs toward our bedroom, I hid in the closet with the door open wide enough for me to see everything that would happen. Sandra was slightly drunk and was shamefully teasing Bob. As soon as they entered the bedroom, she turned and kissed him full on the lips. He drew her close and cupped her ass with both hands, taking his time and rubbing the soft mounds of flesh. He eased his hands into her shorts until he had his hands full of her panty clad ass. Sandy pushed him away laughing and telling him, "No, it's not right. I'm a married woman." Bob pulled her back to him and kissed her hard, grinding his hard prick against her cunt. My wife reached down and grabbed the bulge in his pants. She stroked him through the fabric then locked him in an embrace while feasting on his tongue. They moved to the bed and fell on it together. She took her hand and undid his pants. His cock stood straight like a diving board. She moved her head to his genitals and wrapped her wet, lipstick-red lips around the head of his cock. She licked it like a piece of hard candy, her tongue gliding like silk over her lover's cock. Just as his cock was about to explode, Sandra stood up and removed her clothes. By the time she was undressed, Bob had removed his clothes and was waiting for her on my bed. My wife started to kiss him softly, at the same time licking his neck and face. His hands were eagerly exploring all of her: her soft tits, her smooth back, her deep, juicy cunt... Sandra got on her hands and knees in front of him and invited him to eat her pussy. I saw that it was already dripping with fragrant juice. He gave her pussy several long strokes with his tongue, then gently took her clit into his mouth. He sucked on my wife's clit, playing with it like a little fleshy toy. Her body quivered and writhed. Sandra had never orgasmed so quickly with me. He plunged his tongue into her hard and fast, swallowing down the flood of juices flowing from her cunt. Sandy then sat on her lover's lap, teasing his cock by rubbing it over her wet pussy lips. She pressed the head of his cock just past the entry, just enough for him to feel the heat of her cunt, then popped it out again. She repeated this dozens of times until he was moaning and begging for her to let him shove his cock all the way inside her. Without having touched my cock, I orgasmed at the sight of my wife committing adultery. "You want to fuck me?" she asked him with a sly grin. "Yes," was his response. "Well then, we can't keep you waiting, can we?" she replied, rising up on her hands until her cunt was hovering just above his throbbing prick. "Okay, you asked for it," she said, lowering herself down onto his throbbing prick. With excruciating slowness she sank down on his shaft, inch by inch, the raging heat of my wife's pussy burned against the skin of her lover's cock. When she was all the way down, she circled her hips a few times, an action that brought him extreme pleasure. Then she started doing little up and down squats on his cock, pushing herself up on the soles of her feet, then coming down hard again until his cock was in her to the root. She repeated this action over and over again -- up and down, up and down... His climax was building like a hurricane. Her cunt was leaking like crazy, dripping onto his shaft and down his balls. Bob screamed, "I'm coming!" and squirted hot sperm into her pussy. At the same time her body exploded with a tremendous climax. Bob went down on her again, lapping and sucking her clit, eating his own cum from my wife's vagina. She was wailing with great sexual pleasure. Sandra moaned loudly as a result of this cunt licking, and she thrust her crotch repeatedly into his mouth. He had his face buried deep in my wife's pussy. He licked it slowly up and down, back and forth. He drove his tongue in and out of her aching slit and gave her asshole a tongue bath too. Sandra smashed her hips against his face as she came one more time. She screamed as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. I snuck out and made a lot of noise as I returned home. By this time my wife and her lover were sitting on the sofa, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Bob left soon after my return. Sandra asked me not to be mad, admitting she had flirted shamefully with Bob. I anxiously laughed and asked her if Bob had been well taken care of. Sandy clutched both of her own breasts, firmly squeezing the nipples, and teasingly replied that Bob would like to visit us again. The Sandra Stories: Part Three By Mark Lane Sandra and I had incredible sex after Bob left. During foreplay and intercourse she actually teased me about the flirting she had done with Bob, telling me how wet she had become and how hard the erection was in Bob's pants. Sandra told me that when I saw her smoking on the porch she felt promiscuous and sexy. She told me that she smoked now and then before we met, and still enjoys an occasional cigarette. Sandra also admitted that Bob was a real hunk and he made her feel wet and horny. When I asked her why she hadn't fucked him, she laughed and said, "Maybe I did. Want to lick me and see?" Before I could compose a response, she asserted, "Don't worry, I won't cheat on you. Anyway, you don't think kissing and a blow job is cheating, do you?" "Did you do that with him?" I gasped. Sandra responded with, "Maybe I did. Maybe I'm just teasing you to keep your cock hard. Believe whatever you want." I believed what I had seen: she had cheated on me. I asked her, "Honestly, did you want to fuck him?" She kissed me deep and responded, "Yes, honestly I wanted to fuck him, but, I only let him fondle and kiss me... Maybe if you hadn't come home so quickly I would have fucked him. Just letting him rub my pussy and sticking his big finger into me was enough. If he hadn't made me cum that way, I don't know." Sandra's lies were keeping me on the edge. I wouldn't let her know that I had spied on her and knew that she had fucked him -- not yet. This cat and mouse game was arousing, and I wanted to keep playing. "You let him finger you?" I questioned. "So you have no problem with our kissing and touching, just the finger fucking?" Sandra responded. "I have no problem with any of it," I quipped back. All this time we had been caressing and kissing each other. I was ready to explode, so I moved on top and entered her lubricated pussy. Sandra was so wet and slippery from Bob's cum that there was almost no friction. Sandy was as aroused by our word game as I. She purred, "Judging from how excited you are, I believe I could fuck him, tell you about it, and you would cum just from imagining it." "Oh god, I am so excited by this," I moaned. Sandra whispered in my ear, "I will fuck him next time." I immediately fired my wad into her. As we lay beside each other Sandra said to me, "I hope you know I said all these things to excite you. Nothing really happened." I acknowledged her words, but I knew better. From this moment on our sex life was changed. Conversation became part of the norm. Sandra often teased me about my fantasies, telling me what she had done and what she would do or wouldn't do with another man. I enjoyed these stories and mind games more than fucking. As time passed, my desire to again watch Sandra fuck another man became an obsession. The Sandra Stories: Part Four -- Closing the Deal By Mark Lane Looking back I realize I should have probed my discovery of Sandy's vibrator and condoms more fully. I had become so enthusiastic fucking her with the vibrator and then watching her with Dougie and Bob that I forgotten all about the condoms. As a business executive, travel is part of my life. Due to a canceled appointment in Chicago, I was able to catch a much earlier flight home than planned. I had hoped to surprise Sandra with a romantic evening. As I drove near our home, I noticed a strange car in the driveway. My heart fluttered and my cock sprang to life with memories of earlier voyeurism. I parked my car down the block and entered the house silently through the back door. In the living room I spied Sandra and a salesman. He was just concluding his pitch, and they shared some small talk. They were sitting together on the sofa, and their thighs were touching. Sandra's skirt was shifted high enough to glimpse her stocking tops. The salesman stacked his papers and sat back in the sofa. He stretched his arm around her neck. At this point I noticed she was breathing more heavily. All I had to do walk in, and it would be all over. However, as if hypnotized, I decided to stay quiet and watch. His free hand moved up and touched her breast. Sandra lightly protested, "No, this isn't right, I'm a married woman." Playfully she pushed his hand off her breast. He told her she was beautiful and she shouldn't be alone. He told her that if she were his wife he would take good care of her properly. Sandra asked, "Oh, and how would you take care of me?" Rubbing his hand over her breast again, he responded, "By making love to you, nibbling your breasts, caressing your body, and putting your pleasure first, making sure that your desires are satisfied." Moaning softly, Sandra leaned her head back against the pillows. I had seen Sandra fuck other men before, but I had always assumed she had known the man for a "little while" before the act. This appeared to be a stranger who was seducing her, and seducing her very well. I knew that this stranger was pushing all the right buttons and would be fucking Sandra very soon. As I was not willing to miss an opportunity to orgasm, I dropped my pants, grasped my stiffing rod, and waited for Sandy to make love with this stranger. He began to knead both of her breasts through the material of her blouse. Sandra grabbed his head in her hands and snaked her tongue passionately into his mouth. As their kiss lingered, his fingers opened the buttons of her blouse. Sandra reached up and unfastened her bra. Off came both blouse and bra. As promised, Sandra's new friend began to nibble on her breasts, gently nipping the nipples. He had a slow hand, taking his time enjoying my wife's breasts. Her nipples were erect, and Sandy was loving the attention this stranger was giving to her. Her moans became louder as his hand moved up her thigh. Her expression told me he was fingering her pussy. He fingered her lustily while sucking her beautiful tits. Sandra had a violent, muscle wrenching orgasm. The salesman removed his shirt and pants, and was about to take off his shorts, when Sandra stopped him. Her orgasm had been so strong that she had lost the mood to continue. She apologized to him saying, "That was incredible. I hope you understand... I'm married, and I let things go to far. I can't let you make love to me." The stranger replied, "It's okay. I understand, really. I told you I would take good care of you. I hope I have." Sandra was melting quickly and asked, "Let me give you a blow job. I'm sure you will like it. I want to care of you too." He replied, "You are so beautiful. I would love it if you did that for me." Instructing him to lay back Sandy pulled off his shorts. His rock hard cock was much bigger than mine, and Sandra was obviously pleased with the specimen. She went right to work licking the entire shaft up and down. She licked and caressed his balls and then took the head of his cock into her mouth. Gently she took the entire 9 inches in her mouth and down her throat. I watched with envy as Sandy would deep throat him and then look up at him and smile. This happened several times, and in-between she would stroke his manhood and lick the ooze from the tip. When he told her he was close, she took his shaft into her tender, loving mouth again. He blew his load down her throat, and she drank it all. I shot my own load as Sandra licked him clean, not wanting to miss a drop. Sandra was red hot once again, and her thirst for sex needed to be quenched. Sandy removed her skirt, stockings, and panties and asked him to eat her pussy. As she lay back on the floor, he eagerly began to suck her pussy. He enthusiastically lapped her cunt and asshole. Without warning Sandra pushed him away and jumped up. She took his hand and said, "Follow me." Sandy had him lay on the bed as she opened her drawer and removed a condom. She massaged his cock slightly and then expertly applied the condom over his penis. Sandra the laid back on the bed and said to him, "Okay, make love to me. Take that monster cock of yours and fuck me." He was quick mounting her and began pumping her with his big cock. He would withdraw all the way and thrust and grind into her. They were kissing deeply, and, when he broke the kiss, Sandy began to lick his ear. The momentum of the intercourse increased, faster and faster until they both exploded in orgasm. Sandy moved him off of her and removed the condom from his cock. She carefully cleaned him up and offered him a drink. Then Sandra asked him if he wanted to "Do it again?" He patted the bed and responded, "All night if you like." Sandra sucked him and licked him until he could do her good once again. Matching her earlier actions, she expertly applied a new condom. Positioning herself on top of him, she lowered herself down onto his waiting erection. Sandy fucked herself slowly and deeply for a long time until she once again exploded in orgasm. I left the house and waited at a bar until the time I should have been home. Sandy was asleep, worn out from her earlier acts of adultery, acts which would later become one of Sandra's stories. My desire to watch her fuck another man had once again been satisfied. I now also understand Sandy's need to keep condoms in her drawer. The Sandra Stories: Part Five -- Another Company Employee By Mark Lane It had been one those day's when nothing ran on time. As quitting time grew near, I realized that I would be at least an hour late, so I called to Sandra's office to tell her. Sandra exclaimed, "I am really glad you called. I hope you don't mind, but one of our out of town execs has a midnight flight home, so he is going to spend the evening with us." I quipped, "Oh, and how is old Bob. I remember the things you told me about him." Sandra's tone became sultry, "It's not Bob, but don't lose the thought. This guy's name is Mike, and he's already asked me to sleep with him." My cock sprang to life with the inference that history might repeat itself. "Anyway, you called me." "Yes," I responded, quickly changing my plan, "I was going to tell you I have to come back here for while tonight, but now I'm not so sure that would be a great idea. I wouldn't want to seem rude." Sandy purred, "Don't be silly. I can take good care of company on my own. And don't worry, I won't sleep with him... We'll be too busy to sleep." Now determined not to work late or return to work in the evening, I hurried to arrive home before Sandra and the man she would introduce as Mike. It was a warm spring day with a gentle breeze, so I set up the patio with chairs and side tables and prepared a pitcher of Martinis. I set out an ashtray as a subtle hint for Sandra. As they arrived, they were laughing and having fun with each other. As my wife gave me a customary 'Honey, I'm home kiss,' she ran her hand across my crotch. She flashed me a big smile that acknowledged my erection. She whispered words that sent an erotic shock through me, "Oh my, look how excited you are. Are you thinking about me and Mike? I believe I could have some fantastic sex with him, don't you think so? Then I'd tell you all about it, and you could cum in your pants." I whispered back, "You say the most wildly wicked things." I poured them a martini, and we chatted. Then Sandra walked me to the door and asked, "How long will you be gone." I replied, "Long enough." She squeezed my cock as she kissed me good-bye. Like last time, I moved my car and quickly returned home. Then I positioned myself where I could see them on the patio, and, if necessary, I could easily reposition myself to view the bedroom activities. Mike poured Sandra another martini and lit her cigarette. Judging from her actions and the little I could hear, I knew she was enticing him. I could see the bulge in his pants, and so could she. As he reached to hand her the martini, he stepped forward and kissed her. She returned his kiss with a dart of her tongue and the broke the embrace. When Sandra mischievously licked the rim of her glass, he took it from her, and they embraced again. I could practically taste the kiss they shared. Their next steps were toward the patio door, and I knew Sandra was escorting this man to my bed. The thought of Mike making love to my wife had me hard as a rock. When they arrived at the bedroom, they disrobed each other and touched each other's body. Once on the bed Sandra licked his swollen dickhead as a kitten licks cream. Sandy took as much of his cock down her throat as she could. Then she pulled it out and grinned at him. "You little wench," he hissed at her. "I like to tease," Sandra giggled. She laughed when he humped his hips toward her mouth. When she turned her head, his cockhead only managed to touch her ear. He pulled her head towards him, and his fingers tangled in her hair. They kissed passionately. The strong sent of Sandra's pussy filled the room. His hand slid along the curve of her waist and across her stomach. Hugging my wife tightly, he slid his hard cock up and down her ass cheeks in fast thrusts. His cock jerked and throbbed with every brush against her sweet crack. Sandra moaned and spread her legs apart. His hands went gliding over the rise of her hips and down to her wet, slippery cunt. It was smooth and hot, soft and quivering, and very wet. Two of his fingers drove into her with one smooth thrust. Sandra's moans turned to whimpers as he rotated his wrist and circled his fingers around the smooth walls of her vagina. "Yes, fuck me! Cum inside me!" were my wife's words to Mike as he replaced his fingers with his cock. With Mike lying on his side and entering my wife from behind, they slowly began to fuck. After a few thrusts Sandra rolled over on to her belly. Her lover stayed with her, ramming his cock as deeply inside her as he could. She grabbed the headboard with both hands, raised herself onto her knees and pushed against every thrust with her whole body. Sandra growled deeply in complete ecstasy. He pumped and pumped, deeper and harder with every move. My wife matched her lover with every stroke. Sensing he was going to come, Sandra dropped flat on her belly, then rolled over onto her back. He reinserted his cock into my wife and fucked her with long slow strokes. She screamed and bucked like a woman gone mad as she came. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, and he hammered her until he came as well. Sandy praised him, "I loved the feel of you cumming inside me. Fuck me again before my husband gets home." Their bodies, wet and heated, slid together in a passionate embrace. He took her head in his hands and parted her lips with his tongue. She returned his caresses, kneading his ass with her small gentle hands. He entered her again, his balls slapping her ass as he pumped in and out. He was on an ego trip now and fucked her hard and powerfully. I could see the orgasm wave across my wife. After a series of intense orgasms, her cunt constricted, and the pressure brought him to orgasm, causing him to spill another load of cum into her. At some point I had shot my own load. I left the house and soon returned. I flashed my headlights and banged the door. They must have quickly dressed as I arrived. Their clothes were untidy, and my wife's hair was a mess. Mike was very nervous and left after a quick shot of bourbon. My wife and her lover shared a kiss at the door as he left. Sandra made sure I saw the kiss, and lit a cigarette as she returned to the sofa. Sandy then began to excite me with her words. "Thanks for the ashtray. I like to smoke after sex," Sandra said suggestively. I moved to her, put my arm around her and drove my tongue into her mouth. I was fully erect, and she laughed teasingly as she rubbed my dick through my pants. "Tell me, do you think I fucked him? Or do you think I stopped with kisses like the one I gave him when he left?" she inquired. "You look like you have had wild sex with him," I responded, willingly playing the game. "Okay," she said enticing me with her husky, sultry voice, "Tell me that you wanted me to I fuck him." "Yes, I wanted you to fuck him," I exclaimed, "You know I cum at the thought and I would love it if you had fucked another man tonight." Sandra responded, "Well, I did let him kiss me, and we sucked on each others tongues. I took off my top, and he kissed my breasts, but, I don't think you could handle it if I actually fucked him." "The idea makes me so excited, I know I could handle it," I confessed to her. Sandra continued, "I wanted to fuck him. We even went into our bedroom. We lay naked on our bed together, and he fingered me." "Admit it. Admit that you fucked him," I begged her. Sandra led me into the bedroom. We undressed and lay on the bed that Sandra had just been on with on with her lover. "There are wet spots," I noticed. "I told you he fingered me", Sandra said with a spicy tone in her voice. "I was so wet that I dripped on the bed." Sandra was slowly massaging my cock, and I knew I would cum very soon. I slipped my own finger into her cunt and removed it, bringing it up to my nose and lips. I licked my wet finger and remarked that it tasted like cum. "You're right. It is cum," my wife said. "I admit it. I fucked him right here no more than an hour ago, and his semen is still leaking from me. I fucked another man in your bed. And you love it, don't you?" Sandra had finally confessed. My reaction was immediate, and I blasted a load of hot cum onto her. The Sandra Stories: Part Six -- Revelations By Mark Lane Sandra had left a message on the machine to let me know she would be working late. I ate a quick dinner and settled down in front of the TV to watch a ball game. It was about ten-fifteen when I heard Sandra's car pull into the driveway. She came into the TV room, hugged and kissed me, and asked me to fix her a drink. Settling down with her drink, she played footsie with me and said, "I'm horny. Want to go to bed?" I responded by shutting off the ball game and taking her by the hand to the bedroom. As we lay naked beside each other, we touched and kissed. Sandra was in a strangely aroused state. As she nuzzled me and stroked my cock she asked, "Would you like a blow job while I tell you a story?" I replied, "I would love a blow job; the story is up to you." Sandra moved down to my crotch and licked my dick like a popcicle, making it nice and slippery with her saliva. She gently massaged it with her fingers while caressing my balls. Sandra's voice was electric as she purred, "I've decided against the story. Instead I am going to tell you what I did tonight. You still get excited when I tell you about the other men I have fucked don't you?" I quickly replied, "You know I do... When are you going to cheat on me again." "You really get off by the whole thing don't you?" she quizzed. Sandra knew I wouldn't last long with her exciting words flashing images through my mind. I decided that this was the time to "cum clean" and revealed to her that I knew she was fucking other men: Dougie, Bob, Mike, and the salesman. She asked me how I could be so sure since her confessions during sex talk proved nothing. "I've told you all of those names. I'm only teasing you because it makes you so hard. You really don't know anything." Sandra moved off the bed, lit a cigarette, and then sat beside me. The time had come, and I confessed that I had watched her having sex with these other men and explained how I had spied on her and her lovers. I admitted how excited watching her actually made me and that I had cum several times. Sandra was quite surprised by my revelation and retorted lustily, "So you really DO like it. You really came watching your wife fucking another man?" I couldn't deny that I had jerked off watching her being fucked. Sandra sat beside me and smoked her cigarette. Her frame of mind shifted, her tone turned sultry, and she confided, "I'm relieved now that my affairs are out in the open. I have enjoyed cheating on you, cheating on you more than you could ever imagine, and at the same time I've been unknowingly living your fantasy." She seized my cock in her hand and massaged it up and down. As she smoked and masturbated me she said, "I am going to tell you about the first time I fucked Doug." The following is the story Sandra disclosed: A man who I work with is named Doug. We had been flirting with each other for weeks, and the talk and touching between us became progressively hotter. One night we were working late, and Dougie was behind me reviewing a document. He lightly stroked my hair and told me how soft it was. He gave me a lengthy neck massage and spoke suggestively to me. My pussy became very wet, and my nipples were hard. I made my decision to make love to him, so I stood up, and we shared a long kiss. Our tongues played with each other and fully explored each others mouth. I told Doug I wanted him to fuck me. Dougie is married, so we had to go to a motel. Once we had locked the door, our clothes tumbled to the floor. We rolled naked on the bed, sharing deep kisses and touching each other. The lust between us was overwhelming, and he quickly mounted me and slid his cock deep into my flowing pussy. I couldn't believe how long and thick his cock was. I had never been so filled or felt such passion. I came instantly. Dougie operated his cock like a piston, and I came again and again until he filled me with his sperm. We rested in each others arms, fondling and kissing, until I shifted my head down between his legs and licked the tip of his cock. He grew fully erect as I licked his cock up and down, nibbling the end with each trip. Dougie took my head in his hands and slowly began to fuck my mouth. I struggled to accept his cock down my throat. He continued fucking my mouth and then filled my mouth with his sweet cum. I swallowed every drop and then licked him clean. I again reclined on the bed, and Dougie began to lap my pussy. He licked it slowly up and down, back and forth. He drove his tongue in and out of my aching slit and gave my asshole a tongue bath too. I smashed my hips against his face as came in wave after wave of orgasm. We made love for hours, performing all the activities his wife wouldn't. I lost count of the number times I came. I returned home just before dawn. You were fast asleep and never suspected anything had happened. Sandra then disclosed, "You must know that tonight I wasn't really working late. I was at Doug's house; his wife is out of town. He was fucking me less than an hour ago. I knew you were home and would start to wonder if I stayed out too late. That's why I am so horny. I didn't have time to do it with Dougie as much as I wanted to. Tell me what you are feeling now that you know I have been out with my lover, fucking and sucking his cock, knowing that I'd rather be fucking his big cock right now." I replied, "It makes me so hard and excited... If you really want him now, call him. Call him right now." Sandra quizzed, "Do you really want me to call him and have him make love to me again tonight? I will, you know. God knows I want to. This time you can watch." As I orgasmed, I was begging Sandra to call her lover. The Sandra Stories: Part Seven -- She Knew I was watching By Mark Lane After confessing to her that I wanted her to call her lover and fuck him, Sandra asked, "Do you really want me to call him? This is not a story. It's really going to happen." I didn't protest, so she picked up and dialed the phone, "It's me... I'm alone... Our messages crossed... He's left on business... How fast can you get here?... Hurry up -- my pussy's still wet." Sandy looked feverishly at me and said, "There, it's done -- no backing out now. He lives close, and he's a man in a hurry, so you've got about ten minutes to hide. I am going to give you quite a show. Knowing you are going to watch has me horny already." I slipped into the bedroom closet and arranged myself so I had a good view of the bed and most of the room. Just after eleven the doorbell rang, and Dougie was greeted by Sandra. Sandra walked into the bedroom alone and kicked off her shoes. She brushed her hair, lit a cigarette, and looked toward my place in the closet. She rubbed her pussy and mouthed, "Watch me fuck another man." She looked so sexy and had me so hot that I wanted to leap out the closet and fuck her myself. She very seductively smoked the cigarette and removed her blouse. Dougie walked into the bedroom with drinks that he had fixed. After a brief toast, he was in my wife's arms. I could almost taste the kisses they shared. In little time they were both naked and fondling each other on the bed. I slowly rubbed myself just watching them play with each other. My heart was pounding, and I was actually shaking with excitement. It was a whole new experience now that Sandy knew I was watching her. Dougie said, "Let's start where we left off." And without any warning he went down on her, lapping and sucking her clit. He had his face buried deep in my wife's pussy. She was moaning with great sexual pleasure. Dougie then rolled her over and licked her anus. He licked and tongued her tight little hole for a long time and then slowly inserted his finger. She exploded in orgasm as he finger fucked her asshole. Saying, "We haven't done this for awhile," Doug moved up behind Sandra and put the tip of his cock against her expanded anal opening. I was amazed at how easily he slid his manhood into her ass. She was screaming at him to fuck her ass. He fucked her as if he was fucking her pussy. Finally they both came and collapsed on the bed. My cock also erupted, and soon the inside of the closet door was covered with my cum. They lay together on the bed touching and kissing each other for few minutes, and then they took a shower together. He came back into the room and lay on the bed. Sandra sat beside him and lit a cigarette. She took his cock in her hand and massaged him up and down. As she smoked and masturbated him, she told him how much she loved the way he had just fucked her, how much better he was than her husband. She talked dirty to him for a few minutes while she gave him an expert hand job. She would bring him close to orgasm and then let him hang. This was as much a show for me as it was a hand job for Dougie. He was begging her to finish him off. She then began to fuck his cock with her mouth. She completely made love to his cock with her lips and tongue. Soon he shot his load into her mouth. She continued to lick and suck and swallowed every drop. Sandy glanced towards the closet where I was hiding and blazed a look of satisfaction. Doug then began to massage her breasts and tease her nipples. He was talking dirty to her now, asking her if she wanted him to fuck her pussy as good as he had fucked her ass. It didn't take long for Sandra to be the one begging. I came again as she told him, "You have the most wonderful cock I have ever fucked... One day I will tell my husband -- I think he likes the idea anyway -- and then you can fuck me anytime you want." Then she begged, "Fuck me! Put it in me one more time!" Doug definitively thrusted his cock into her, and they fucked hard and long. They fucked for over twenty minutes before they screamed with a mutual orgasm. Both fully drained and satisfied, they got out of bed. Dougie dressed, and Sandra walked her lover to the door. Sandy came back to the bedroom and opened the closet door. She stood there smiling, bathed in sweat and cum dripping from her pussy. Sandy asked, "What did you think of that? I just loved fucking him in front of you. This is more exciting than cheating on you." My response was immediate. I fell to my knees in front of her and began to kiss her stomach. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her towards me. She was dripping sperm. The smell of sperm was strong, and I moaned audibly. My tongue ran over her clit, and the taste was tangy. Sandy sucked in her breath as I bathed her clit with my tongue. She slowly parted her legs and leaned back. Suddenly Sandy's pussy spasmed, and she thrust it into my face. Sandy orgasmed violently and pulled my face into her pelvis as she fed me mouthfuls of excitement. After Sandy regained her composure, she requested me to lay on the bed, and then she straddled my head. Her pussy hair was soaked with sperm, and more thick fluid was oozing from her vaginal opening. I opened my mouth and began tongue fucking her hole as her lovers sperm dripped into my mouth. Sandy ground her cunt into my face, covering my cheeks and face with cum. Sandy instructed, "Suck it out, darling. Eat it all." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /