Sandra's Passions...Ch. 2

The Story of a Woman's Sexual Awakening
Chapter Two: When Sandra Met Keith

During the weeks which followed our adventure with Garry, our sex life was better than ever. She had a certain confidence, which was very apparent, and whilst she was never a shy person and always preferred the company of men to women, I started to notice in her, a more provocative, sexy sort of personality.

We did not refer to Garry's activity with her very often, but on some occasions, when close to orgasm, I would remind her of how he shafted her and reassured her that it only made me love her the more. In those situations she became very bold and asked if I would like to see her having sex with another man again. She mentioned a casual acquaintance of ours called Keith. He had made it plain to her that fancied her but when he had asked her out for a drink, she had refused,. On this night, when she was particularly randy, I asked if she fancied him sexually, to which she replied that that she did.

My cock was deep into her, working her to a frenzy when I offered her the opportunity for a little adventure and I said to her, "I think that I am going to let Keith fuck you Darling!"

She came almost immediately, delirious with pleasure and lust; overjoyed that I intended for her enjoy another man again, having so far only had two in her life. Her cunt pulsated as she asked how it was to happen. Would she have him alone? How could he and I share her? I encouraged her to tell me of how she fantasised about his lovemaking with her. We made our plans whilst I was fucking her and I knew that my earlier instincts were right. Garry was to be only the first of very many men whom I would encourage to go through her.

It was decided that she would accept his next invitation for a drink and to show interest by staying out late with him, probably allowing him to grope her. She would be showing a very strong interest in sex with him, but not actually allowing it to happen just yet. She was to arrange for him to come to our home one evening for drinks, and to see what happened.

I could see that sex with another man was becoming very focused in her mind. She was always randy and her manner of dress was becoming more provocative. During our lovemaking she would frequently refer both to Keith and to Garry. It was not long before she told me that she had accepted an invitation from Keith, to go for a drink.

On the day of the meeting, Keith had come into the café that we owned and we chatted for a while. He was unaware that I knew he was dating my wife that evening and would have been more than surprised to know that she and I had already decided that he would soon enjoy sex with her, in most if not all of its forms. I found this very intriguing and was anxious to continue my already good rapport with the guy, to engineer a situation where I would actually watch him shafting my lovely young wife. Even whilst I was chatting to him, I was wondering what it would soon be like, to watch him pumping his spunk deep into her cunt and to go in after him, shooting my own sperm up there, to mix with his.

That evening she was as excited as a teenager on her first date. She wore a full-length dress, rather than her usual hot pants or mini-skirt, to limit the access that he would have to her body, but was nevertheless dressed to thrill. She had also spent a small fortune at the hairdressers. She took a cab to a pub just outside of town to meet him and my last words to her were that I loved her very much. I told her that she was not to allow him full penetration, nor to suck him off but that she should not worry about hurrying back and to stay out as late as she wished. I encouraged her to get him worked up for what was to come later, when I would be able to witness her fully enjoy her second lover.

By midnight, I was curious to know exactly where she was. Obviously, I knew they were together and since it was well after pub closing time, I expected they were either drinking or dancing at a club, or even indulging in some heavy petting in his car.

At 2am I knew without doubt that they would have passed the socialising stage and that he was almost certainly feeling up my wife. She might possibly be groping him in return and for all I knew, despite her good intentions, might even be getting laid by him somewhere. I was in a state of sexual excitement at this prospect; anxious for her to return yet also anxious to prolong the bitter sweet pleasure, knowing that the later it became, the more likely that sex would be more advanced. Though I was desperate to see him making love to my wife, the thought of him doing it right at that moment was almost as much as I could bear. Wildly erotic thoughts spun through my head as I envisaged her receiving his full passionate load deeply into her belly.

It was almost 3am when she returned. I heard a car outside the house, it stopped only briefly and she soon came into our bedroom where I was laying in the dark, still awake. She kissed me and I asked how she had got on. She turned on a small bedside lamp and I could see that she was rather tousled and rumpled, no lipstick and all the other little signs of a woman that has been having a romp. Sandra climbed into bed, telling me that she had a wonderful time and that Keith was very charming. They had been dancing at a nightclub and had parked up on the way home.

I felt her pussy, which was very wet and open and wondered what had happened to put it into that state. She reached for my prick and answered my unspoken question. "No, he didn't screw me, but he is going to, very soon!"

My cock was hard as a rock and I quickly mounted her slid straight into her pussy. I fucked her slowly and steadily as she related the events of the whole evening, culminating in the car, where the constriction of her clothing had prevented anything serious happening. He had been feeling her up through her clothing. Her brief fondling of him through his trousers revealed that he had an enormous erection and was quite a "big boy" when aroused. Sandra revealed that he had told her that he must soon make love to her fully, to which she had replied that she only made love with her husband but that she would love Keith to fuck her. It appears that her bold comment made him wild with lust and they had discussed the ways in which each of them liked to have sex. She thanked me profusely for allowing her to have such an exciting time with another man and told me that she had accepted a date from him for the following weekend.

"You will have to wear something a little more accessible next time, Sandra". I counseled her. "At the very least you will have to let him get your tits out and feel you up."

My wife moaned at this very improper suggestion and asked me to fill her with my sperm, which I did immediately. Being so worked up from her activity with Keith, she had no difficulty in coming off with me.

One final thing that she had mentioned to her prospective lover, was of how broadminded I was and that she might well tell me that she had accepted Keith's invite for a another date. This appeared to make him very nervous but did not prevent him from arranging to meet her again. Before we went to sleep, I knew that I was more than ready to have him screw her, without or with me, but preferably the latter. I was keen for Sandra to enjoy the thrill of having two cocks together again. I knew the time was ripe for her to once again be fucked by a man other than myself and I was determined to make it happen. I just wanted her to enjoy total sexual pleasure, unrestrained by convention.

I think that it was perhaps understandable that I never saw Keith during the following week; maybe this was just a coincidence but more likely, I suspect that he was just keeping out of my way. As Friday approached, Sandra was nervous and continually sexually excited. I had never know her so cock-hungry before, stimulated no doubt by the anticipation of having a new prick, which she deeply desired, thrust up inside of her and for her to devour and milk it dry. I think we fucked every day between their meetings and on Thursday night, whilst we screwed and laid plans, she told me that she really must let him fuck her very soon and admitted that she simply could not wait to feel him inside of her.

I chose for her a red micro-skirt with little white panties, no stockings and a blouse that easily opened. She looked far younger than her thirty-three years, with blue eyes, long auburn hair, gorgeous little butt and legs that could sell stockings. I knew that the sight of her would increase Keith's lust for her and that the time was very close for me to allow him full sexual access to her. When she was ready to leave, I kneeled down and lowered her panties, kissing her freshly trimmed and perfumed pussy, smelling and tasting what I knew she would soon be giving another man. I told her that she should enjoy herself and if possible to try to save his first penetration of her for us both to enjoy together. I emphasized that she must arrange for him to visit us both. Sandra said that she really would do her best but confessed to me that she was really horny and could not promise that she would not let Keith fuck her this night. I told her that I loved her and understood and that above all she was to have a super time and enjoy herself with him.

On this evening, Keith returned her much earlier, between 1am and 2 am. I was still sitting up watching late night TV although I must confess my mind was not on it. From about 11 PM, I knew that they could be having sex somewhere and by midnight, I assumed that they were actually doing it. I imagined her somewhere, in his car, in his flat, in his bed. Was his hand inside her? Was his cock inside her? Was she right now sucking his cock? Was her mouth or her cunt already now filled with his sperm? I was in turmoil until she walked into the room.

Sandra did not look so rumpled as on the first occasion and it was early, so I asked the obvious question. "What happened?"

She explained how they had a few drinks and went straight back to Keith's flat. They had been there from 10.30pm until just past 1am. She sat on my lap to tell me about it and my hand went to her knickers; they were saturated. Was it her lubricant or was it his semen? I had an enormous hard on and could not wait to fuck her, knowing that another man had been enjoying her body.

Her panties came off quickly in my hand and I threw her down on the chair, dropped my trousers and without any further preliminaries, thrust my rigid cock, deep to the hilt in my wife's wet cunt. My prick worked in and out of the wetness as I questioned her and I knew that at that very moment I was really expecting and hoping that she had committed adultery.

She surprised me by telling me that Keith had tried desperately to fuck her and that she had really wanted to let him. It appears that he had her tits out within minutes of their arrival at his flat and he sucked and fondled them for ages, working her into a sexual state. Whilst I fucked her, she detailed how his hands went up her miniskirt and into the tiny brief panties that I had chosen and which offered no protection against his invasive fondling. She told me how he finger-fucked her, first with two and then with three fingers and brought her to several climaxes, through her panties, which she had kept on.

I asked her what did with his prick and what was it like? I was curious as to what he was like and what I was to expect to see when he finally fucked her.

"I was feeling him up through his trousers Frank. When he unzipped his fly my hand sort of dived in to check him out. God, he was so rock hard, that I found it really difficult to extract it from his pants."

I asked about his size and she told me that it was quite a lot larger than my own. I asked if she had wanted it up her there and then and she confessed that she was crazy with desire to have him fuck it into her. Even as she was confessing her experiences to me, I was fucking her; thrusting my dick deep into her body and heightening even further, the raw lust that another man had aroused in her.

"You should have let him fuck you Darling!" I told her.. "You know that you intend to have him soon anyway don't you?"

She pouted her lips and replied, "I know lover but I did promise that I would wait until you could watch him fucking me!"

"You promised no such thing, you little devil! You told me that you might have to let him have you all the way, but I admire your loyalty. Did you give him a climax with your mouth or by hand?"

She told me how it felt when Keith stood her up and rubbed his exposed cock up against her cunt, through her panties. She explained how he was so worked up that he just shot his load all over her cunt but without actually entering her. Knowing that her pubic area was already wet with his sperm, I was overcome with lust and filled her wet slit with a hot creamy load.

"Oh yes, that's where I wanted it, right up my cunt." She gasped as her own orgasm started to overwhelm her and she feverishly recalled Keith's large and powerful cock jetting his hot juice over her skin. I reassured her that even in a few days, she would be receiving his sperm deep into her body and upon hearing this she cried out in ecstasy, thanking me and loving me for encouraging her adulterous enjoyment.

"When have you arranged to meet him again Darling?" I asked.

"He is coming to dinner on Tuesday evening." She replied, adding "I told him that I would let him fuck me next week and I told him that I would tell you all about this evening. He is very apprehensive!"

I was not surprised that he would be nervous, but I was surprised that she would be so bold as to force the issue out into the open so quickly. I felt that this was a sure sign of her increasing liberation and urgent desire to experience the full enjoyment of sexual promiscuity.

On Sunday lunchtime, I knew just where Keith would be. The pub was not yet crowded and I went to the bar and ordered a drink, sending one over to where he stood at the bar. He didn't have much choice other than to acknowledge it by coming over to the table, which I had just taken, and joining me there. My objective was firstly to reassure him that I knew of his assignations and that I didn't mind. Secondly, to improve upon the good rapport which we already had. Keith was never a close personal friend but we had always seemed to like each other during our brief relationship.

I talked about cricket and other unimportant matters and when a stunning looking girl entered the bar I took the opportunity to turn the conversation by commenting that, "I wouldn't mind some of that!" Once we started talking about girls, it was not difficult to talk about sex and at one point, I casually threw in a comment along the lines of: "You certainly left my wife nicely turned on for me, last week!" He was at ease with the situation now and replied, "I do hope that you didn't mind. Sandra is a beautiful woman!" I told him that she was a big girl, who could make her own decisions and after all, I had been no angel either. We spoke about pornography and I mentioned that she was very turned on by blue movies. "Perhaps you could bring one or two to our house on Tuesday?" I suggested.

Keith and I got rather drunk together and whilst I made no promises, nor said anything too explicit, there can have been no doubt in his mind that when he came to dinner, he could expect something to happen. After all, you are not invited by the husband of a woman whom you have all but fucked, to show her pornography in her own home, unless there is an understanding that it might go further than just watching. There was no doubt in my mind that he was now far more relaxed about his impending visit and that he must be aware that we would probably have her "Two-up." I had already mentioned to him that I enjoyed 'two men in a girl' scenario and he had commented on his curiosity as to what that experience would be like.

Early on Tuesday evening, when Sandra had cooked the meal and I had chilled the wine, we had decided upon her clothing. We considered the possibility of another micro-mini, to show-off her legs but I persuaded her to go for a silk-like jump suit. It was one piece, button down to the waist, low neck, in mauve, with jazzy yellow and red design. She was doubtful and asked what should she wear beneath it. I told her that she must wear absolutely nothing beneath it. She bathed and tried it on for effect. Her nipples showed prominently as the silky material teased them into erection and the tight fit around her bum, with no tell tale panty-lines made it obvious that to stroke her, was just like stroking bare flesh. Dainty gold shoes and long earrings completed the effect, together with a very sensual perfume. By 7.30pm we were ready and awaiting his call. We were discussing our thoughts on what was to occur.

F. "Are you nervous?"

S. "Of course I am, it will seem odd with you being here with us."

F. "I was with you when you screwed Garry."

S. "Yes, but I didn't pick up Garry alone and he never made any moves on me before the event."

F. "Don't worry, you will have a ball, (Or four)."

S. "You sure that you won't mind me fucking him?"

F. "No, I want it to happen. Fuck him to a standstill."

S. "I am really dying to feel him inside of me."

F. "It won't be long now; he will come right up you and I shall have you immediately and pump another load up you whilst you are still filled with it."

S. "God, you say the most awful things! They make me so randy!"

She was downing her third large Scotch when the doorbell rang. We argued briefly about who should answer it but I went, to make him feel at ease right from the start. When he entered the room the look between them was electric. He gave her a polite sort of kiss and commented on how attractive she looked. I poured him a very large scotch, plus another top-up for Sandra and myself. We made small talk, mostly about mutual acquaintances, then sat down to dinner.

We each had a Dover sole, served with mushrooms, peas and new potatoes, washed down with a nice Chablis. The wine and spirits flowed freely and the conversation more bawdy and animated. It frequently turned to sex and she asked him a lot about other women in his life. After dinner, we sat, or rather sprawled around the lounge. I dimmed the lights and played some soft music. Sandra wanted to dance and I obliged first, encouraging him by boldly feeling her pert little bottom.

"Why are you doing that to me? You know how randy it makes me!" She said loudly enough for him to hear our conversation and to join in, if he wished.

"You tell me why you're wearing no underwear and I'll tell you why I am feeling you up." I replied.

"Surely I don't need to wear underwear in my home? I am quite safe here." She retorted for Keith's benefit.

"Are you sure about that? You know what a randy mood I am in! Why don't you dance with her Keith?"

Keith got to his feet and took her in his arms, dancing slowly with her, very closely. I went to the kitchen and made a start on the washing-up, no kidding!

Several sound tracks later, I re-entered the lounge, half expecting them to be on the sofa but they were still dancing. His hands were groping her freely; clenching her buttocks and moving around her pubes, his fingers running down the crack of her arse, feeling her up through the smooth fabric. They were kissing passionately.

Sandra turned to me, leaving him and came into my arms; we kissed deeply and I saw that her buttons were now open to the waist where he had pulled her tits out, to feel and suckle. I decided to up the anti a bit and speed things up, so I took the jump suit by the shoulders and pulled it right down to her waist, leaving her topless. My mouth went on to her tits, kissing the nipples alternately and squeezing the globes. She was very hot. I turned her to face Keith, still holding her from behind and kissing her neck, nibbling her ear lobes, as I tweaked her nipple and dived my other hand down her waist to fondle her pubes. She was very very wet down there and Keith was very very excited!