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Bob had been married to his wife, Sandy for nearly
fifteen years, and he had considered them good years. Sandy had married
him right out of high school and he was pretty sure that she had been a
virgin when he married her. Bob, on the other hand, had always wanted the
reputation of being a lover - something he never attained. In fact, when
he married Sandy, his only real conquests had been limited to a few round
healed girls and a couple of pros. Deep in his mind, he had really
considered himself something of a loser in that field.
Then, he met Sandy and had tried his best to bed her before they were
married but she had resisted and marriage was the price he willingly paid.
He considered his marriage a good deal as Sandy proved to be an
accomplished lover and provided him with all the wifely pleasures that he
could have hoped for. For the first year or two, bob was a happy man.
Then, he began to feel a need. He had to prove something. It wasn’t that
Sandy didn’t give him all the love and sex that he could ever want but he
had to prove his manliness by seducing a woman - most any woman! One who
would be a challenge! It somehow seemed important to him!
Of course, it would be necessary for him to make it a conquest - to bring
the woman under his influence and use her - if he was to relieve his sense
of having failed in life. The whole need slowly became an obsession.
He had been married only three years when his first opportunity presented
itself. A young woman flagman with one of his crews had made herself
available and on their first out-of-town job, he had seduced her. It had
been quite simple, i.e., he asked a direct question, “Would you go to bed
with me?” and she did.
The woman had been a sorry piece of ass as she provided nothing more than
a depository for is load of semen. She had gone to his room in the motel
and once inside, simply undressed and lay on the bed where Bob, also
bare-assed moved to her and kissed her. . her lips were cold and as he
played with her nipples, she seemed unresponsive.
Still she was a woman and she had responded to him so he felt good as he
sank his cock into her cunt. As he drove his tool into her, he looked into
her eyes and say nothing. Five minutes later, he felt his ejaculation
rising and fired it into her belly. Five minutes after that the woman was
dressed and gone.
The next day, on his return home, he found his wife warm and affectionate
and he felt the weight of his guilt as he prepared to have sex with Sandy.
Somehow, he tried extra hard to please her but simply couldn’t.
Of course, over the next few years, he repeated his indiscretions several
more times and found no joy in his conquests. . . it was something he had
to do - a compulsion! Each time, he returned to Sandy with a guilty
conscience.
It was after eleven years of marriage that the idea came to him after a
particularly bad guilt trip. Perhaps, if they were to find other sex
partners together, to swing, he could relieve his guilt while getting
strange stuff. He began to consider how he might bring the subject up to
Sandy.
It was after his next indiscretion and guilt trip that he felt pressured
to ask his wife, “Have you ever considered having another man? For sex I
mean!” The look that he received from Sandy told him his answer - it
seemed very final.
Sandy, on the other hand, had been aware of Bob’s covert indiscretions
since the very first time - maybe not the name of the woman or the details
but she knew when he’d been with another woman. His behavior spoke louder
than words. She knew and she accepted those indiscretions as her husband’s
weakness that she could either tolerate or leave the marriage.
Before they were married, in high school, Sandy had been anything but the
virgin that Bob thought he’d married. She’d fucked a dozen different guys
and with each one she gathered experience. It’d become apparent to her
that promiscuous sex offered no lasting pleasure and was filled with the
pain and anguish during her Junior year of high school She set about to
reform.
During her senior year, she had resisted all the boys advances and
temptations to remain celibate, concentrate on her studies and build a new
life. She’d met Bob about that time and found a real attraction. He had
been a friendly sort at first and she easily fended off his awkward
advances.
Then, after several dates, the couple began to develop the foundation for
a good marriage. The enjoyed the same things and were of the same
religious persuasion and love had happened. When she married Bob, she had
made a decision - she would be true to her marriage vows no matter what. .
. Much as the knowledge of his covert trysts had hurt her, she would never
leave Bob. Besides, in all other aspect of the marriage they were
completely in harmony.
Then, when Bob had proposed swinging - she had known that’s what he was
leading up to, she had thought - she had been hurt deeply. He had been
proposing that she violate her vows as he had done his! For the next few
days, she felt as separated from Bob as she’d ever been.
It wasn’t that Bob had looked at other women. Sandy had covertly eyed
masculine men over the years and had considered what it might be like to
submit to that man! Of course, she was the only person in the world that
knew of her thoughts. Then, she wondered. What was it that Bob had done
that so offended her. . . Of course, he had fucked them - of that she was
reasonably certain - but they had obviously meant nothing to him.
Slowly, she began to formulate an idea. If getting it on with a member of
the opposite sex was simply an animal act done for the sensations of the
moment, perhaps it wasn’t so wrong. Perhaps it would give her the same
charge that it seemed to give her husband. It was after a particularly
loving romp in the hay that Sandy asked, “Do you remember asking me if I
had ever considered another man to screw me?
Suddenly, Bob was apprehensive. He responded that he remembered but was
uncertain what Sandy was going to say. She continued to tell him that she
had. She had often considered another man but just for sex. . .she loved
only Bob.
It took less than a month to formulate a plan and get to as swingers party
where they were met at the door by a woman who explained the rules of the
party. It was explained that they could participate to what ever extent
they might desire or they might refrain if that was their wish. After
leaving their clothes at the dressing room and donning the regulation
white robes, they were led to the bar.
At the bar, Sandy and Bob were seated and Bob ordered a double scotch as
Sandy surveyed the place in a calm and reasonable manner. She didn’t drink
as Bob ordered a second double scotch and as he drank, he found that it
didn’t calm his concern.
Bob was having second thoughts. Sandy was a beautiful woman and would
receive plenty of offers. Sandy was his woman and had been sole owner of
her body for fifteen years and she was about to give herself to another
man. His instinct was to grab her and run from the place but it was
something he couldn’t do. . .not after convincing her to come in the first
place. He sat drinking in misery.
Meanwhile, Sandy had begun to mix with the other couples in the room. She
found several interesting men and women and conversed with them as if it
were any other party. She moved seemingly confidently but beneath her
exterior she was extremely nervous and Bob was being such an ass.
At eight o’clock, the lights dimmed and the music started as the various
couples began to dance and play. Sandy drew Bob away from the bar and on
to the dance floor where she began to rub her body on to his and caress
him in order to bring him out of his drunken depression. By the second
dance, Bob had regained his composure and became his old jolly self as
Sandy titillated and teased him.
A few minutes later, Bob felt a tap on his shoulder as a rather handsome
man and woman signaled to change partners for the remainder of the dance.
A single look at the beautiful Blonde who sought to dance with him was
enough and they moved off as Sandy eyed the man she was dancing with. They
talked and by the end of the dance, she had decided that he was an
egotistical ass and moved away towards the bar.
As she moved, another man, a man that women dream about but seldom get,
stood in her way. “May I have the next dance?” the man asked politely and
she accepted. They danced well together and Sandy noticed that Bob was
still dancing with the tall blond. When the man she was dancing with
identified himself as Bill and began to show more interest in her Sandy
didn’t object when he drew her close and kissed her on the neck. When his
hands dropped to her ass and drew her to him, she felt his hard member
against her belly and she reveled in the fact that she had caused it. She
responded as they grew more familiar.
When Bill suggested they find a private area, she responded that she’d
have to check with her husband who now sat at the bar with the blond,
sloshed! When she approached him, Bob came to her and she said that Bill
had suggested a private room and before she went, she wanted to get his
permission. Bob rather smiled in his drunken condition and said something
about that being what they came for.
At the bar, Bill ordered he and Sandy a glass of white wine and they sat
getting familiar as were perhaps two dozen other couples. Seated at the
darkened bar, they whispered little words to each other and Sandy felt
herself growing more horny. Occasionally, she saw Bob still getting
drunker. . . the blond matching him drink for drink.
Then, as they finished their wine, Bill and Sandy sought a private room
where they might carry out their assignation in private. As they
approached the private room, Sandy felt her concern ebb and her excitement
build. Her daring, her sense of guilt, her defying society, her need for a
new experience were not new to her and she felt like a high school girl
again as she moved confidently.
As they found a darkened room, she was ready - ready to Fuck Bill and
experience the excitement of a new adventure. Then, once inside the
darkened room, they were alone and when Bill moved to give her a deep soul
kiss, she responded in kind. Her excitement Continued to grow as they
embraced and her robe parted at the front. Suddenly she felt Bill’s bare
flesh against her and his now fully erect cock pressed between them. She
felt her heart race and her breathing become short as her lust swelled.
She was ready as dropped their robes and moved to the bed where they were
to play. As his hands and lips began to familiarize themselves with her
breasts, Sandy realized this was not a high school stud but a man. . . and
what a man! There were no quick, awkward moves like she had experienced
during her high school flings but, rather, the moves of a skillful lover.
With each new sensation she felt her passions grow and her body become
attuned to the action. Her nipples stood out like hard little nubbins as
she felt her vestibule moist. As she responded to Bills ministrations, she
heard herself begin to whimper little mewlings of passion.
Then, she felt Bill move down and kiss and lave across her belly to her
inner thighs to bring new sensations and more passion. After a time he
slowly moved up to Sandy’s groin area and as his thumb and finger parted
her labia, she felt his tongue delve deeply into the soft inner flesh. She
heard herself say, “Fuck me Bill. . .now!”
Then, as Bill responded to her request, she felt his tool slide slowly
into her ready quim. Bill moved slowly to take advantage of each new
sensation and enjoy the little nuances of pleasure that might have been
passed if he’d hurried. There was no question in Sandy’s mind that Bill
was a master cocks-man after only a few seconds of his entry.
Sandy had not planned to have an orgasm during sex that night. It hadn’t
seemed possible that she could become so aroused as to produce one.
Several minutes into their coitus, she felt it. . . the orgasm came on her
suddenly and she had no time to prepare. She cried out and tensed as her
body went into full release.
Meanwhile, above her, Bill had sensed her rising passions and reacted also
as he fired his load into the condom that sheathed his cock. It had been a
thrilling experience, more exciting than any of her high school
experiences, and Sandy lay in the afterglow feeling contentment.
A minute later it was over as Bill withdrew his now flaccid cock and
placed the condom in the trash receptacle. They donned their robes and
walked together to the bar. As they walked, Bill suggested they might do
each other again later and Sandy replied that she thought not as she was
going to check on her husband.
At the bar, Bill quickly made contact with a short redhead and they moved
away to talk together as Sandy surveyed the area for her husband. It was
across the room, in a darker corner that she saw him, still with the same
blond. He lay passed out on the mat as the blond played with his limp
penis.
As she approached them, she realized that the blond was nearly as drunk as
Bob and in need of assistance herself. As she grew closer, it was apparent
that the blond woman had been sucking Bob’s cock, apparently to no avail,
and was gamely trying to raise his hard-on with her hands. Then, as she
tried to explain something to Sandy, she simply leaned over Bob and passed
out.
An hour later, Sandy pulled up in front of their house with the two
drunks, still in their robes, passed out in the back seat. She took each
limp body to their master bed and removed their robe before placing them
in the bed. Then, seeing the two safe and secure, she retired to the guest
room for the night. It was after ten o’clock when Sandy heard stirring in
the master bedroom.
She had arisen early and showered and prepared for the day. Then, she
began breakfast for three. As she worked, she thought about the previous
night and felt no regrets - only her expected feeling of guilt! Of course,
she was concerned that Bob had gotten drunk and ruined his evening but the
blond, upstairs, could still fix that.
Half an hour later, Bob came stumbling into the kitchen, freshly showered,
shaved and looking terribly hung over. As he approached Sandy their eyes
met and there was a tension between them that bode a sense of separation
that kept them both silent. Sandy poured coffee for them and proceeded to
make bacon and eggs.
Finally, it was Bob that broke the silence, “Did you have a good time last
night?” Sandy replied non-committally, “I guess I did.” and stopped short
of any further comment. Then, after a long moment, Bob asked, “Did you?”
And Sandy replied, “Yes.” and stopped short. Bob pressed her with another
question, “Was it good for you?” and Sandy said simply, “I don’t want to
discuss it. It’s over and done with.”
Then, Bob changed his questions. “How did I do?” he asked and Sandy
replied, “You and the blond upstairs got very drunk.” She replied. “Did I
fuck her?” Bob asked and she responded, “No. You owe her one there.” They
sat in silence again.
“What do I do now?” Bob asked after a time and Sandy said simply, “You owe
blondie, upstairs for last night. You’d better go up to her and pay up.
Bob looked into Sandy’s eyes with a pained expression as he asked, “What
do I do to pay up?” Sandy replied, “Well, fuck her, of course. She tried
her best to get you to perform last night”
“I don’t want to,” Bob spoke, “It’ll be like I was defiling our marriage.”
Sandy responded, “Never bothered you over the years when you had all those
other women; then, came back here loaded with guilt. Why now?” The words
cut through Bob like a knife. He started to deny that there had been any;
the, realized that another lie would be futile.
He arose from the table, leaving is food uneaten and returned upstairs
where he found his blond lady friend just beginning to stir from the bed.
He went to her and, with a light tone that he didn’t feel, kissed her as
he wished her a good morning.
As his blonde friend began to stir, he went to the bathroom and got fresh
towels and started the shower. Then, he removed his clothing and guided
her into the shower where they proceeded to wash each other. Gradually,
after the shower and teeth brushing the aura of drunkenness was dissipated
and blondie looked quite beautiful.
Still nude, the two moved to press their bodies together and to caress and
embrace each other. Bob had no interest as he thought of his wife
downstairs. It was only after Blondie began to massage his cock that he
felt his arousal and from there matters progressed rapidly.
Five minutes later, the two were on the bed and Bob’s wife was forgotten
as they moved together. Bob pushed Blondie on to her back on the bed and
moved over her. Blondie spread her knees wide to accept him as he moved
into position and placed his cock into her vestibule.
As she lay waiting, Bob rammed his cock all the way into her and the flew
into a fucking frenzy. It was crude and awkward but Blondie didn’t seem to
care. There was no love making - just friction and fantasy as they fucked
each other. When Bob felt his release, he told her and she gave a mighty
effort which ended in a mutual culmination.
It was only then that Bob remembered, he hadn’t used a condom!
As they dressed, he explained about the condom to Blondie and she replied,
“I’m on the pill and you’re safe.” A few minutes later, Blondie, in her
robe, came to the kitchen and accepted coffee from Sandy. They did not
talk.
A few minutes later, the taxi arrived and Blondie was gone.
Bob and Sandy sat alone, in silence, at the kitchen table.
A few minutes later, their eyes met and Bob saw a hint of a smile on
Sandy’s face. “Do you want to do it now?” she asked and, in response, he
stood from the table, turned off the burners on the stove and took Sandy’s
hand. Nothing more needed to be said as they started tyo climb the
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