Sandra's Passions...Ch. 3

Maria and I danced slowly, kissing and groping unashamedly. My hands were all over her and she obviously did not mind, no doubt due to the fact that she would probably never pass that way again. She smiled sexily at a group of guys who were eyeing my groping of her and I think they would have suspected that Vincenzo and my wife were 'having an affair' because his handling of her was so blatant. Sandra was in a teasing sort of mood and told me later, how she enjoyed advertising to the world, how another man was now screwing her. Something friends remarked on, to me later.

Back home, it was 2am and Maria was slightly the 'worse for wear'. The four of us had been screwing for over an hour, on our bed. My cocks had switched three or four times, from Sandra's cunt to Maria's mouth then from her cunt to Sandra's mouth. Both Vincenzo and I switched back and forth repeatedly between the girls' mouths and pussies. I was now in the 69 position with my Italian lady, my tongue buried in her wet slit, drinking her sexual juices and watching from between the cheeks of her luscious arse, Vincenzo shafting my wife like the proverbial 'Italian Stallion'. I thought that perhaps he had already come, for his cock was juice-soaked with a thick creamy fluid. It's powerful piston-like strokes were but a few inches from my face and my nostrils were filled with the aroma of raw sex as my wife's love slit was battered by his angry ram-rod.

Maria's thighs tightened yet again around my face; her moans and convulsions told me how my tongue-flicks on her clitoris were now making her climax yet again. This, together with the wild, erotic sight of Vincenzo's forceful fucking of my wife's cunt, sent me over the top completely and my cock throbbed as the contents of my balls shot along its length, into the warm, wet mouth which engulfed it. I again spunked Maria for what seemed an eternity. My cock thrusting deep into the back of her mouth, my hot spunk spurting between her lips, over her tongue and down her throat. She drank greedily; all that I could give her, which was plenty. Our combined cries of orgasm obviously affected our partners for Vincenzo understood what was happening in his partner's mouth and promptly shot his creamy load right up Sandra's love-tunnel, just a few inches from my face.

His cock emptied its load into her, still thrusting and pulsing, penetrating and dousing her vaginal walls with his love cream. During his insemination of my wife, she cried out with passion and gave great gasps as she climaxed on his love pole, even as it tried desperately to impregnate her womb. Vincenzo withdrew from Sandra's cunt. His cock was covered with spunk and her love-juice; still only inches from my face. One again, I saw my beloved wife's vaginal entrance decorated with a vivid application of male sperm. Like an artist's handiwork, she was filled to overflowing with thick, creamy semen and the evidence of her adultery was running from that hot, sweet little orifice which was once mine alone but was now destined to be used by many other men for her carnal gratification. We all collapsed in a heap.

Maria was soon feeling even more tired than before and although their original intention had been to drive back to London that night, Sandra suggested that they slept with us. My Latin lover thanked us, saying how much she had enjoyed herself; said her goodnights and went to the guest bedroom, to sleep at last.

Sandra was still in unbelievably sexually excited, and sleep was not on her immediate agenda. Within ten minutes of Maria's disappearance we had gone back to the lounge and following another round of large Scotch's. Sandra was soon playing with Vincenzo's cock. I was sitting opposite them and we were chatting about sex. He was telling us more amusing stories about contacts made through magazines but was still dubious about our claim that this was our first advert. This was probably on account of my sexy wife's enthusiasm and expertise in adulterous couplings. We were all still naked.

It was not long before I noticed that he was stiffening in her hands. Suddenly he pulled her head down into his lap and once again her mouth was hungrily devouring his penis. I sat back and enjoyed the sight of this, my sexy young wife, still relatively inexperienced but even so, performing fellatio as expertly as the most well seasoned sluts in the blue movies. Vincenzo enjoyed her loving attention to his penis and now that he had shot his load, he had far more control. They moved position so that he stood and she knelt before him whereupon by stooping slightly, with bent knees, he started to fuck her mouth. His slim, hairy, olive skinned buttocks tightened time and time again as he thrust deep into my wife's throat, holding her face, sometimes holding her by the hair, his pelvic thrusts became both faster and deeper as he used her. I got the distinct impression that his positioning of her, plus his constant eye contact with me, were all a part of his game to make me totally aware that she was his, to do with, whatever he liked.

He turned her face down, over the arm of a sofa, sideways on to me and then mounted her from behind. Her eager hand pulled his tool into her and once again, his eyes locked on mine in a steady gaze as he continued to use my wife with grotesquely exaggerated thrusting movements; often withdrawing completely and then slamming it up to the hilt, with such force that she cried out. Despite already having watched two other men fuck my wife, one of whom, (Keith) was quite forceful in using her, I had not seen her used in so violent a manner as Vincenzo was doing. At one point, I was tempted to remonstrate, for I thought he might hurt her nevertheless, despite her moans and her glazed expressionless eyes, I sensed that she was actually enjoying the severe penile battering which she was getting from him. I watched fascinated, for perhaps fifteen minutes whilst his pole was rammed up her time and again, in wild, animal fashion.

He withdrew from her cunt and told her to suck me. It was thrilling to have my wife ordered around by a stranger and to hear him allowing her to be shared by me. She kneeled in front of me where I sat and took my cock, already bone hard, in her mouth. Almost immediately, her body fell against mine as his weapon was again thrust up into her grateful pussy. He shafted her for what seemed an eternity whilst she was simultaneously impaled orally upon my own cock.

I felt down between her thighs, to finger her clitty, expecting to heighten her pleasure through getting yet more stimulation. By now, however, his penis had left her warm love cave and was being stroked along her love groove, rather than into her cunt. The first thing I found, was his big knob end in my hand as it ran back and forth along the length of her love slit, stimulating her inner lips and her clitoris. I quickly pulled my hand back, on to her mons veneris and continued rubbing that area whilst Vincenzo's cock slid through her groove and Sandra moaned with pleasure.

Her face had left my groin and was now adjacent to mine. We kissed affectionately and I nibbled her ears, which always drove her wild and whilst I gazed into her eyes, her body was still moving sexually, enjoying the excitement of the attentions of this other man but confident in the comfort and security of her spouse's arms. His fucking of her in this manner went on for ages. He now had total control, despite being fully erect and I could tell from her body movements and facial expressions, just what was happening as his genitals pleasured hers.

At one point, I felt him lifting her slightly by her buttocks and re-arranging their position just very slightly. Out of curiosity, my hand wandered down her pubic mound. Her eyes widened considerable and she drew a deep breath and made a curious mewing sound. My fingers slipped straight into her wide open, sopping wet cunt, where I expected to find her lover's prick, for she was now being gently pumped, but her 'stallion's' toolkit was not in her love tube. I still felt the movement of their entwined bodies and then of course, it dawned on me! My three fingers were replaced with just my thumb and my digits moved rearward, to where they encountered his stiff cock, buried for just an inch or two in her arse!

I looked at her quizzically, as if to ask if this was acceptable, as no other man but I had invaded her anal orifice, but there was no need. I could tell by her expression and her body movements that she was more than happy for Vincenzo to fuck her anally. My hands went down to her breasts, which I fondled and we were mouth to mouth kissing as her body gently rose and fell in smooth and gentle response to the new cock which having penetrated her sphincter, was now pleasuring her in an even more illicit fashion. I could hardly believe how rapidly she was shedding her inhibitions. Only a few months ago, she had never even handled a prick other than mine, but now it appeared there were no limits to her desire for fresh cock and this, her fourth lover was sodomising her right before my eyes, and she was loving it!

I masturbated her pussy harder and yet harder whilst her lover pleasured his cock in her rectum; his movements became faster then his expression changed and he mouthed to me that he was coming. I whispered to her. "He is coming in you now darling. Spunking up your bottom!" Her body jerked and shuddered as she went into climax and my fingers whipped her clit whilst her lover's prick started to pump it's thick, creamy contents right up her rectal tube. She had the most long and powerful orgasm I had witnessed. I was thrilled by the enormity of the event as this complete stranger sodomised my wife even as she was held lovingly in my arms. My fingers touched his balls lightly and momentarily but sufficient to feel that they butted right up to Sandra's crack and that thus, his cock was now right up to the hilt, in her rectum.

"Spunk her, Vincenzo. Spunk your load up her arse!" As I verbally urged him to inseminate her, their joint climax became even wilder. Our three heads were oh so close together and I felt an amazing bond between us through indulging in so wild an act. At that moment, I was more than happy to encourage this perfect stranger to use my wife for any sexual purpose, which appealed to him. I felt that it was the perversity of the act rather than the physical stimulation through the act that was having such an effect on all of us. I would have encouraged any sexual act, however perverted, for which he wanted to use her and to which she would agree.

His cock withdrew from her bottom and my fingers wiped semen from around her anus and rubbed it over her clit. He stood up, still erect, his cock red and spunky and he winked at me. I smiled approvingly at this guy who was the first to spunk up my wife's arse, but who was certainly not to be the last.

She collapsed next to me and Vincenzo returned to his seat opposite. Within seconds, I was down between her open thighs, with my hard cock thrust up her cunt, enjoying the undeniable pleasure that she could give a man. Despite her huge orgasm just moments earlier, she was again gasping, panting and moaning as I fucked into her and told her how much I had enjoyed Vincenzo 'bumming' her. She begged me to bum-fuck her and as I withdrew from her cunt, she lifted her buttocks. Her anus was wet and dribbling spunk. Having been opened, it was oh so easy to penetrate and I slid into her bottom and started to fuck her. The total naturalness of what I had witnessed between her and Vincenzo had me at a fever pitch of lust. Whilst I stroked into her, I realised that she wanted me up her anal vent, as a sign of my approval of her enjoying Vincenzo in this fashion. I was more than happy to let her know that not only did I fully approve of her giving her most secret orifice to another man, but I actually needed to have her done in this way for my own sexual gratification. I wanted my wife to appreciate her sexuality as fully as was physically possible and release the inhibitions that had prevented her enjoying her womanhood all these years.

My long languid strokes penetrated her fully and the sensation was totally different from when we had had anal sex on previous occasions. Not only was she more open but the semen with which he had filled her, made her rectum far more lubricated. My knob would repeatedly slip right out of her body but would slide right back through her sphincter with little or no resistance. I noticed how our settee was very wet through the spunk, which was being ejected from her bottom as my cock ploughed in and out of it. She did not climax this time, as my orgasm commenced, but held me very tightly as my balls emptied into her rear love-tube. Despite having spunked Maria nearly an hour earlier, it felt like I would never stop coming and in my mind I could visualise my sperm mixing with that of her lover. I also knew that this woman whom I thought, I knew so well, was perfectly capable of enjoying any sexual act, however wild.

Vincenzo slept with Sandra, in our bed whilst I joined Maria in the guestroom. It was nearly 4 o'clock before we retired and it felt really strange to be in bed with a different woman. I awoke around 7.30am and took a few moments to comprehend the situation. I was hearing noises from the next bedroom but could hardly believe my ears. Vincenzo was obviously fucking my wife again. Had they slept at all? Had they been at it all night? I lay awake and listened as the rhythmic noises of the bed pounded in my brain and I visualised his cock ploughing yet again through my lovely wife. I got hard immediately.

I pulled Maria to me, spoon fashion and talked gently to her but although she pushed her naked body against me, she was obviously still half-asleep and showed no sign of wakening. Eventually, I arose and went to the bathroom and then into the kitchen, where I made coffee and toast. It was now past eight o'clock. I did not bother to knock on the door of our bedroom but walked straight in, to find Sandra sitting astride Vincenzo, his cock stuck straight up her as she rode him in a frenzy of passion. She smiled as she continued to fuck him and he said hello. I watched as she continued to screw him and saw her face contort into a grimace as an orgasm flushed through her body. I told them not to let their coffee get cold, to which he replied something like, "Let's have it now." and then he let out a groan as he discharged another load of spunk into her cunt.

She dismounted, got off the bed, kissed me and thanked me for the coffee. I could see his sperm running from her and was tempted to fuck her right there and then but Vincenzo was drinking his coffee; she had taken hers and somehow, the moment just didn't seem opportune, despite my raging with lust.

By nine o'clock, I had to collect the children. Maria had eventually awakened and they confirmed how they would have left before I returned with the kids. I thanked them both profusely for their exciting visit and left the house, still with a hard on.

When I returned, Vincenzo and Maria had just left. Sandra was sitting at the kitchen table, eating toast and she greeted the children just as though nothing in the world was untoward. It was a strange sensation, watching her there, fussing around the kids but knowing that Vincenzo's sperm was still in her cunt, her womb, her stomach, her bowels, over her tits and indeed in every part of her body and its orifices.

That evening and for the following week, we screwed like rabbits. I heard in graphic detail every juicy aspect of every time he fucked her, both with and without me. He had screwed her six times in total, including two acts of buggery and each time had given her a full ejaculation. He really was an 'Italian Stallion'.

She wanted to hear all about my enjoyment of Maria and we talked about my observation that Maria really wanted to get involved with her, to which her response was very negative. I had always fancied the idea of seeing her with another woman but it then looked most unlikely and indeed, quite a few years were to pass before I saw her seduction by another woman and her ready conversion to lesbian love.

Despite trying to make suitable arrangements with our Italian friends, and we did speak on the telephone a few more times, we never did manage to organise a second meeting. The event made a big impression upon the both of us mainly because it was the watershed that changed our opportunistic sexual adventures to ones where we actively engineered them. Thereafter, she could talk far more openly about extra-marital sex and would sometimes say for example, how she not only fancied a guy but also would like to fuck him.

The making had begun of a woman whose appetite for sex was not only in terms of quantity but also of variety with partners and with little hesitation to indulge in kinky sexual acts of wanton exhibitionism.

Vincenzo had taught me much about how to fuck some other guys' wives. Not so much by way of his virility and physical energy, but by the confidence that he showed in demonstrating to the husband, just how far he could take another man's wife and use her for his own pleasure. Furthermore, this use of the woman also greatly enhanced her sexual pleasure, as she was able to give herself freely to another man whilst her husband watched. I would not go so far as to describe it as dominance but his manner certainly emphasised that my wife would be totally subjected to his sexual needs and whims and that I should be totally aware of this fact. It made the surrendering of her, by me, to him, all the more poignant.

To Be Continued...