Sandi's Erotic Adventures Ch. 18A

Sandi's Erotic Adventures.

A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.

Chapter Eighteen. 2001 Part A.

(January.) Douglas.

Douglas was as good as his word and I set off for another weekend in London, delighted that he'd managed to acquire two tickets for The Caretaker. Douglas could easily have bought three tickets but decided he didn't want hubby present, an arrangement John was happy to accept as it fitted his desire to be play the cuckold.

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(April.) Mr. X, Mid-forties.

There was a Government Working Group led by a cabinet minister due to visit our region as part of their tour of the country looking at possible sites for government rejuvenation projects. The plan was that areas deemed suitable for regeneration would receive government funds to assist the growth of new industrial estates by offering tax breaks to new or expanding companies.

Hubby was selected by the local business federation to be a member of the team showing the minister and his colleagues around.

Naturally hubby was delighted to have been chosen but became even more enthusiastic on learning that the working group was headed by the RT Hon. *****, or Mr X as I'll call him for simplicity and anonymity, a well known member of the cabinet. Mr X also, according to hubby, had something of a reputation as a womaniser but had so far avoided any salacious gossip in the tabloids.

"So we would be assured of his discretion if you have a brief fling with him," John told me, going on to say how much it excited him to imagine being cuckolded by such a powerful figure as Mr X.

Having seen pictures of Mr X in the newspapers and also on TV a few times I knew him to be a handsome guy in his mid-forties. A snappy dresser and though coming across in interviews as a bit smarmy, at least in my opinion, he was undeniably attractive and personable. However, I was surprised that hubby could consider an adventure so close to home; in our own community in fact.

"I could offer him a session with you as inducement to look favourably on this area for government funds," hubby enthused. "The guy is hardly likely to talk about it under those circumstances is he."

Initially shocked by hubby's proposal I didn't know what to say but eventually told him I'd play it by ear when we met the minister.

The working group was staying at one of the hotels in town where a meal had been arranged for them to meet local dignitaries, businessmen and their wives, hubby and I amongst them. It was planned as a sort of social event to set a relaxing tone ahead of the business to come and after the meal there was a chance to mingle. The men tended to stand around in groups talking business leaving we wives and girlfriends to amuse ourselves.

Eventually I found myself sitting alone at the bar waiting to be served when Mr X approached and asked if he could buy me a drink. I accepted his offer, remarking that my husband was talking business with his colleagues but should soon reappear.

Due to the position and magnitude of the guy he was quickly served and replying to my comment said, "Actually I don't think he will. Your husband is occupied in keeping the others out of my hair so you and I can have a little chat."

Surprised, I looked at Mr X and he went on, "Your husband offered me a session with you as inducement to look favourably on this area for our regeneration fund; I assume you know about his plan."

"John did say something to that effect," I admitted.

"And are you happy to go along with his plan?"

Mr X, a tall well-built broad-shouldered guy, was very well spoken and seemed to be undressing me with his eyes as he spoke.

"I suppose so," I said after a suitable pause.

"You know Mrs P**** you're by far the most attractive woman in the room and certainly the most beddable."

Leaning closer, the act covered by his body, Mr X ran his hand briefly up my thigh.

"Ah, I thought you looked the stockings and suspenders type," he smiled and went on, "It also seems your husband is one of those weird guys who like to watch their wives fucking other men. He actually asked if he could be present while I make love to you so I assume it is something you've done before."

"I occasionally humour him."

J approaching at that moment brought our conversation to an end.

"Everything OK?" he asked Mr X.

"Hunky dory," the smiling Mr X replied. "I was just about to invite your wife up to my room."

I looked at hubby and he told me to go ahead and enjoy myself.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"I'll wait here. The working group will be in the hotel for three nights, so assuming you're happy I'll get to watch another night."

Well Mr X took me up to his room and immediately began undressing. For some unaccountable reason I was feeling a bit nervous and uncertain. Should I follow suit or would he want to undress me? God he's big though I thought, on seeing the broad-chested Mr X without his shirt. I ran my eyes over his torso, the rippling muscles of his upper arms, while he continued to undress.

"Oh my god!" I couldn't prevent the exclamation on seeing Mr X's penis.

It was huge! Most definitely one of the biggest I'd seen.

"You like big cock's do you?" Mr X grinned aware from my response that I did.

I was on my knees in a flash, grabbing his thick penis by the root to run my tongue lovingly along its length and round the glans. Mr X stood grinning down at me, hands on hips and feet apart, while I kissed and licked his penis. It was only when I turned my attention to his equally large and heavy looking balls, licking and kissing them, that he began to respond by uttering strange mooing sounds. Turning my attention back to the guy's penis I took it into my mouth, albeit with some difficulty.

My God I'm going to be fucked by this monster I thought, sucking on Mr X's penis. He was forcing his big penis further into my mouth and though my lips felt stretched to breaking I continued sucking almost desperately at it. Tasting pre-cum I stuck to my task but almost gagged when Mr X came, forcing his penis right down my throat to release a thick torrent of cream.

Lifting me to my feet, Mr X then propelled me down onto the end of the bed and pushed my long dress up over my waist. Next he pulled my panties down and as he yanked them off I thought for a minute he was going to mount me straight away. Instead, he sat on the floor and pulled my legs backwards onto his shoulders, one each side of his head. I squealed with delight when his tongue bored into my cunt to lap round and round. His hands were on my bottom and I knew instinctively where his fingers were going when I felt them exploring my flesh. A finger drove into my anus as expected while his tongue continued its gorgeous work on my cunt. Sucking at my clitoris, fingers drilling in and out of my anus, Mr X brought me to a very noisy and violent orgasm before deftly picking me up to lay me full length on the bed. Then he mounted me.

My scream of delight when the guy's huge penis powered into me must have been heard the length of the corridor I should think and my ecstatic cries continued to ring out all the time he was fucking me, culminating in another gigantic orgasm.

His penis thrusts continued and Mr X pushed my dress up until my face was practically engulfed in the material. Reaching round to unfasten my bra, something he accomplished with ease, Mr X then seized my bared breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples, while continuing to fuck me lustily.

Suddenly he withdrew, flipped me over and raised me up onto my knees. It all happened in an instant and I barely had time to draw breath before the big penis powered into me again. Grabbing my dancing breasts Mr X held on to them while fucking me, this time keeping going until he came, loud grunts breaking from his lips, penis jerking and discharging deep inside me.

Rearranging my clothing later I had to search the room for my panties and eventually located them in the corner. However, they were torn and not worth putting back on. I smoothed my long dress down as best I could but it still remained creased from being bunched up for so long and it was the first thing hubby commented on when we rejoined him in the bar. I don't know about Mr X but I was really thirsty so hubby went off to the bar to fetch drinks for us. A grinning Mr X groped and squeezed my thighs under cover of the table while we waited for our drinks so I was pleased to find that the rest of our delegation had left. In fact he couldn't keep his hands off me and when, sometime later we also left having arranged to meet him again tomorrow evening, Mr X came out to the car park with us and put his hand up my dress while J opened the car door. While hubby sat in the car patiently waiting, I stood with legs apart enjoying the feel of the arrogant Mr X fingering my cunt and thinking happily that I'd have his huge penis again tomorrow.

J wasn't as patient when I told him about the size of Mr X's penis though; he could barely contain himself at the prospect of watching me being fucked by such a monster!

We arrived at the hotel early but Mr X soon appeared in the bar and greeted us with a smile. No polite small talk tonight though, we went straight up to his room. This time I began undressing directly we were inside, the guys watching, with Mr X slowly taking his own clothes off while he did so. Naked, I sat on the end of the bed waiting while Mr X finished undressing, and hubby's tense excitement was plain to see as he too watched, eager to see the penis I'd been so fulsome in my praise of. Mr X slowly lowered his underpants well aware of the effect he was having. Hubby's mouth literally dropped open and he leaned forward to the edge of his chair when Mr X revealed his mighty organ.

"Good God!" Hubby exclaimed, standing up. "You had that inside you yesterday."

"And she will again today," Mr X smirked.

Directly I saw his penis I spread my legs without thinking, a sort of automatic response I suppose. Mr X bundled hubby aside to get at me, kneeling on the carpet and putting my legs up over his shoulders like yesterday. His tongue bored unto my cunt and I lay back on the bed squealing. As with yesterday I felt Mr X's fingers seeking for, and locating my anus to probe inside. Hubby was beside the bed then, penis in hand. He couldn't see everything that Mr X was doing to me but had a good idea by my wild and vociferous response.

After bringing me to orgasm Mr X rose to his feet, a big grin spreading across his face when he saw hubby masturbating. It was J however, quickly shedding his trousers and underpants, who suggested a comparison. The guys stood facing one another and the difference in penis size was plain to see, as was hubby's excitement when he realised that Mr X's penis was probably three times the size of his own.

"Fuck her, fuck my wife now. Let me see you do it to her!" J urged, his voice breaking with emotion. "Go on give her that massive cock."

Again the laughing Mr X thrust hubby aside, almost contemptuously this time, before turning towards me. I quickly shuffled backwards until I was full length on the bed and reached out to him, spreading my legs wide as I did so.

There was something of a swagger about Mr X now as lifting my ankles to double them back, he mounted me.

"Put my cock inside your wife then if you want my support for your area," Mr X grinned down at me as he said it.

With my legs pinned down by his shoulders Mr X ran his hands through my hair so I knew the fingers spreading my cunt lips must be hubby's. I felt the fingers guiding Mr X's penis into me and realised that J must have had to reach between the guy's legs to accomplish it. Again Mr X looked pleased with himself, his penis sinking deeper inside.

"Good, now stroke my balls while I fuck your wife," he snapped over his shoulder.

Mr X was fucking me lustily now, stifling my ecstatic cries with his mouth pressed to mine. J stroked the guy's balls the entire time he was fucking me and probably contributed to him coming quicker than he might otherwise have done.

When it was over Mr X stood laughing while hubby masturbated, staring fixedly between my thighs and muttering about how open my cunt looked after the pounding it had received from the Minister's big penis.

It was as we were leaving that Mr X said to hubby, "Tomorrow evening you will deliver your wife to the hotel at eight pm prompt, returning for her at ten-thirty, is that understood?"

Although I found his pompous pronouncements absurd hubby seemed in awe of Mr X's ministerial position and general charisma.

"Yes Sir," John replied, slipping easily into a deferential role.

And that's exactly what happened. I spent nearly two hours in Mr X's room enjoying his lovemaking expertise before rounding off the evening in the bar. On the dot of ten-thirty he escorted me to the car park where sure enough hubby sat waiting.

Resting his hands on the roof of hubby's car Mr X leaned in the open window and as I climbed into the passenger seat said, "I've spent a very pleasant three evenings fucking your wife and the irony of it is that there was never any chance of this area being chosen for regeneration. I only arranged the visit to placate your MP and give his campaign a boost ahead of the election. So you see I've had your wife but you're getting nothing in return, sucker."

Mr X laughter rang out on seeing hubby's expression before he turned and headed back to the hotel.

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(May.) Stephen D, sixty-three.

Replacing papers in my briefcase, the business of the day concluded, I then rubbed my aching shoulders.

"In pain?" Stephen asked, seeing my grimace.

"Just a bit of an ache in my shoulders," I told him. "I've a new car and probably need to adjust the seat."

"Let me massage them for you, see if I can ease the pain a bit."

He was out from his desk and round behind my chair in a flash. Stephen's hands gently massaging my shoulders felt divine and I relaxed against the chair back.

"Hmm that's lovely; you have a very gentle and calming touch."

"And you ought not to display so much leg young lady."

Looking up I saw Stephen staring at my legs, the hemline halfway up my thighs.

"I'm hardly young and maybe not so much of a lady," I joked.

Stephen, who from the business just concluded I knew to be a widower of sixty-three, moved his hands down to cup my breasts. His breathing was coming in short gasps as he gently massaged them.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself with your tantalising display."

"No problem, you have a lovely touch. My shoulders are feeling much better; you're very good at massage."

After a few more minutes of gently manipulating my breasts, Stephen eased me up onto my feet. Turning me round to face him we kissed, lips parted and his tongue tentatively probing my mouth. One hand stroked up and down my back and bottom before coming to rest on my suspender. We kissed again and the hand continued down to the hem of my skirt. Returning upwards I wasn't surprised when Stephen's hand passed under my skirt. Breathing fast his hand reached my stocking top.

"Soft hot flesh," he murmured, fingers stroking my thigh.

Upwards the hand moved again, Stephen's breathing quickening still more.

"Flimsy knickers, nothing to them really," he commented before easing the said garment down a bit for his exploration to continue.

His hand between my legs then, fingers slipping inside me, Stephen said, "It's been far too long since I've felt one of these."

I leant against the guy enjoying the feel of his fingers exploring and stroking my cunt.

Suddenly he broke free saying he'd instruct his secretary to take an early lunch and during his absence I slipped my panties off. On his return Stephen locked his office door and smiling to see my panties lying on the desk, sat down to remove his shoes.

Standing to shed trousers and underpants Stephen faced me with an erection jutting out and upwards from his shirt. Impulsively pushing him back down onto the chair I hiked my skirt up and prepared to sit astride him.

"No no, not yet, I want to taste you first!"

"Right, I thought you were in a hurry."

I knew Stephen had another meeting.

He swiftly removed papers and stuff from his desk and I sat on the end of it. Lying back with skirt up around my waist, I spread my legs wide for his inspection.

"Very nice cunt."

Stephen began licking me with long sweeps of his tongue. It felt heavenly and soon made me squirm and squeal. Concentrating on my clit then, Stephen nibbled and flicked it until my squeals became orgasmic yells. Good job he'd gotten rid of his secretary!

With Stephen back in his chair I first of all knelt to give his penis the same treatment he'd given my cunt, licking and sucking until he could take no more. In feverish tones he urged me to sit astride him like I'd intended doing earlier. First I took my top off and unclipped my bra, wanting the exquisite feel of Stephen's hands on my breasts. Next I lowered myself onto his waiting penis, practically purring as it slid inside.

He pulled me close to kiss my nipples as we began undulating together. Stephen's hands were on my bottom, his mouth sucking my nipples while I gripped his shoulders. I threw my head back, moans beginning to break from my lips, as I rode his thrusting penis. Just when I was thinking to myself it can't get any better than this, it did!

Continuing to suck and lick my nipples I felt his hands slide around my bottom, a finger tip rake my anus. Bringing his hand up quickly Stephen pushed his fingers into his mouth to lubricate them, eyes on mine. I smiled my acceptance of what he intended and when the hand returned to my bottom uttered a little cry of pleasure as he began stimulating my anus.

We continued rocking together, my moans louder now as Stephen's finger slid in and out of my anus in time with his penis in my cunt. A second finger joining the first I soon threw my head back again, wailing as the orgasm hit me. At almost the same time his semen spurted into my depths and we subsided, both of us gasping and moaning.

Leaving the office later I met Stephen's secretary returning from lunch and saw a look of surprise on her face.

"Still here Mrs. P****? I thought you'd be long gone."

"Our business took longer than either of us foresaw I'm afraid. Goodbye."

I went happily on my way but wondered if she had her suspicions.