Sandy's Story

Sandy was a forty-two year old thrice married woman with blonde highlighted hair, green eyes, just a few inches over five feet tall, her outer beauty, was perfectly matched by her inner beauty, her perfectly proportioned figure born

from years of ballet, gymnastics, and cheerleading, and afterwards, yoga, running, and daily exercises. From her

delicate neck, and shoulders to the swell of her magnificent 34DD breasts, her flat tummy, to her small waist, lovely hips, muscular backside and legs that spoke of her closely guarded hidden treasures never to be revealed to her many admirers.

Her third husband, Buddy, was a man of small stature, with a receding hairline, a slender frame, brown hair, eyes, a warm, gentle personality, and an extremely high paying government job at a nuclear facility.

Having known one another since childhood, their whirlwind romance ended in marriage, with their family and friends thinking they made a cute couple, and had a bright future ahead of them.

The first several years of the marriage was spent honeymooning, building a large colonial style two story home on a four acre parcel of land bordering the sixteenth fairway of the country club golf course, complete with flower gardens, a large swimming pool, and jacuzzi. The expansive manicured lawn maintained by a landscaper. The home cleaned by a housekeeping service three days a week.

At Buddy's insistence Sandy gave up

her job to stay home, becoming a housewife, tending her flower gardens, play golf and tennis with her friends, while Buddy showered her with gifts, and loving attention.

Their sex life was great, but at times a bit bizarre, with Buddy constantly suggesting that Sandy show off her beautiful assets, be more receptive to other mens flirtatious advances, encouraging her to flirt back if she wished, telling her that made him want her even more.

During parties, country club dances, she took his suggestions about her wardrobe, flirting with a few select men, and was pleasantly rewarded for her behavior when Buddy took her home for a night of really awesome sex. With Buddy becoming bolder in his suggestions asking her to push her boundaries further than ever.

Then he took her shopping purchasing her wardrobe for the summer, expensive, revealing formal, casual outfits, swimwear, and undergarments that he thought were sexy, but tasteful. She wanted to keep her husband happy, so she wore the clothes he liked, even though some of them made her uncomfortable when she went about her daily routine.

From the beginning of their relationship, to the present time, Buddy's favorite hobby was photography, with her being his model. He'd convinced her that her beauty was remarkable, and over the course of their marriage, risqué poses, and nude pictures were a normal part of their love and devotion for each other.

One evening at a country club dance, she was dressed in a dangerously low cut dress standing with Buddy, talking with a younger couple, who they got along with well, Julian was a police officer, his wife Pam an insurance agent, they were a larger than life couple, she was gorgeous with a lovely figure, her wrap around dress hugging her slender athletic body like a second skin, her nippples visibly erect beneath the thin material, her thigh length dress revealing her long tan well toned legs. Julian's sports coat was draped across his arm, his tie loose, tailored white shirt showing his heavily muscled arms, chest, broad shoulders, and flat stomach, his trim waistline, powerfully built legs, dark hair, mischievous hazel eyes knowing smile had Sandy thinking about Buddy's constant suggestions.

Their conversation was flirtatious, filled with subtle hints, that none of them seemed concerned with. Julian's unwavering gaze took in Sandy's body,

her face, breasts, the tender curve of her hips, her muscular legs, while her own husband's gaze switched back and forth between Pam's erect nipples, spectacular breasts, and legs, and Julian's obvious attention to Sandy's beautiful body.

When the party was over, they returned home, with Buddy taking his pleasure with Sandy on the kitchen table, uttering his wicked desire to watch his wife being satisfied by Julian, in every way she could imagine. Before the night was over, Buddy had Sandy telling him she wanted Julian to fuck her, while Buddy sat and watched, thinking it would never go any further than talk.

The next Wednesday, while Sandy lounged by the pool in their backyard, in a skimpy tan through, don't swim in bikini, she heard a sharp metallic smack of a driver hitting a golf ball, followed by a man shouting fore, and a golf ball ricocheting through the trees of her backyard, which landed on her manicured lawn not far from where she was sunbathing. The wine of a golf cart, rattling clubs as it stopped on the fairway at the edge of her yard. When the cart stopped Sandy heard a very familiar deep voice, saying sorry, and asking for her permission to retrieve his wayward shot.

Telling him his ball was right there pointing it out listening to him apologize again as he walked up. When he found itshe looked over her shoulder, about to tell him it almost landed in her lap, seeing Julian standing on her lawn in a polo shirt, shorts and golf shoes staring back at her. His body sweaty from the midday sun, his muscles even larger than she thought, and a very big smile on his face when he saw her sit up in her bikini, her body covered in oil. He raised his sunglasses saying hello sweetie, love the bathing suit, it's nice to see you this soon.

Sandy saw the way he was looking at her, much like the night of the party, his

eyes roaming every inch of her scantily clad body, staring at the way her bikini bottoms clung to her damp crotch, that she kept meticulously groomed.

Sandy thought back to the way she and Buddy had talked during the raucous but exciting sex they had just a few nights ago, knowing her current situation could have serious consequences if she didn't

say something. Julian's lustful gaze, told her of his obvious interest, and that the slightest hint from her would lead to her fulfilling Buddy's lewd fantasy.

Julian stepped up on the sidewalk where she sat, told her thank you for allowing him to retrieve his ball, and allowing him to feast his eyes on her magnificent body, captivating eyes, beautiful face, he leaned down gave her a soft quick kiss, told her to give him a call and walked away to finish his round.

When he was gone Sandy gathered her phone, water glass, wrapped her towel around herself and fled inside thinking how she'd explain what happened when Buddy got home. She showered, changed, fixed supper and met Buddy at the door, their supper was on the table, and after a warm hug, tender kiss they sat down and ate. Buddy told her about his day and asked if she'd had a good day, listening, nodding, and smiling as he finished his meal, and sipped his tea. When Sandy told him about her chance encounter with Julian, she had his undivided attention. When she was done he asked what she was wearing, smiling and nodding his approval, then asked if Julian had fucked her, as he took her hand, led her into the den, saying he was a bit disappointed by her failure to take advantage of the situation, bent her over the arm of the couch, after yanking her pants, and lacy underwear down fucking her from behind, once more leading her to talk about how much she wanted Julian to fuck her.

She woke up the next morning after Buddy left for work, and found Julian's

business card on the counter near the coffee pot, with a note from her husband reading call him, I'm expecting that you'll be very busy entertaining our friend when I get home, and will have my camera ready when I come upstairs to watch you enjoying yourself with our friend.

Sandy went about her normal morning routine, walking, yoga, and swimming.

Her thoughts hovering around what her husband wanted from her, the thoughts of Julian's soft quick kiss, his mischievous looks, and said to herself as she dialed his private number, be careful what you wish for Buddy, I'm going to be waiting for you to get home and watch me fucking Julian's brains out.

Julian answered on the first ring, and with no hesitation or questions agreed to come to her house to continue the conversation they had yesterday, arriving promptly a half hour before Buddy got home. Sandy invited him inside, wearing a short black silk robe, gave him a big hug, a hot, lingering, wet kiss, led him up to her bedroom, helped him undress, let her robe fall to the floor and knelt down at his feet.

Much to Sandy's delight, Julian was extremely well endowed, his length, girth, so large Sandy thumb and fingers didn't touch as she stroked him. His testicles begged for her attention, which she kissed, licked and sucked before she did her best to give him a blow job he'd never forget.

When Julian lifted her from the floor kissed her passionately, laid her gently on the bed, using his fingers, tongue, and large powerful hands to fondle, caress and squeeze her breasts, tease her sensitive nipples, and said ladies first as he proceeded to show his quite remarkable skills in cunnilingus, Sandy had a overwhelming orgasm, which caused her to soak the comforter beneath her when she climaxed, what

started as a well intended gesture to make her husband happy, had changed into a very pleasant experience, with pursed lips, gentle suction, he drew her

sensitive clit into his mouth, as his thick

nimble fingers caressed the soft, wet inner walls of her vagina, curling upwards to rub her g-spot, letting her experience for the first time in her life the thrill of female ejaculation, her juices squirting like a drink fountain with the button pushed down. Her moans of pleasure echoing loudly throughout the room and upstairs hallway, making her completely forget about Buddy's impending arrival and intentions.

Buddy got home, finding Julian's pick-up truck parked carefully out of sight, thinking he'd find his wife and friend either in the kitchen, or sitting on the backporch talking. But when he entered the house, they were no where in sight, and he heard Sandy moaning from their upstairs bedroom, Julian's deep voice and the rhythmic sounds of the bedsprings squeaking. With camera in hand he mounted the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could, finally able to hear Sandy's excited language, pleading with Julian to fuck her harder with his awesome dick.

When he looked through the open doorway of his room his excitement overwhelmed him, Sandy was naked, her legs spread, with her feet planted on the bed, knees bent, with Julian's naked muscular body between them, the mattress springs squeaking loudly, with Julian's large testicles slapping Sandy's wet bottom with each down stroke. Before he'd even entered the room he started taking pictures, his immediate erection straining for release from his trousers. Buddy circled the bed capturing the scene, noticing Sandy raising her hips to meet Julian's hard, powerful thrusts, her magnificent breasts bouncing and jumping when their hips met. The look on his lovely wife's face was unbridled passion.

Julian acknowledged Buddy's presence by telling Sandy your husband is home, with Sandy almost yelling at the top of her lungs demanding Julian to keep fucking her, telling Buddy to wait until she was done with Julian's enormous dick. Turning

her attention back to Julian and their heated engagement.

Buddy took a seat in a chair, released his persistent erection, started stroking himself, as he watched Julian pleasure

Sandy, and managed to continue taking

photos of their encounter.

Sandy's beautiful breasts and nipples were swollen, covered with the marks of Julian's mouth, and hands, the aroma of her orgasms permeated the entire room, her squeals of delight, vulgar speech, and moans left no doubt in Buddy's mind that she was thoroughly pleased.

When they changed positions, Buddy experienced a tinge of penile envy, Julian's length and size all but dwarfed Buddy's average size erection. With Sandy laying on her side, facing Buddy, Julian straddling her thigh, pulled her other leg up on his shoulder grinning at Buddy as he took his time sinking his shaft deep into Sandy, tickling her clit as he fucked her.

The sight of Julian's large cock sliding

in and out of Sandy's dripping wet pussy was more than Buddy could stand, he felt the rush of pleasure, as he ejaculated, his hot, frothy white semen erupted from his cock, splashed on the floor and ran across his fingers.

Shortly afterwards, Julian's jaw clenched

his muscles stiffened, he grunted, as Sandy moaned telling him to fill her pussy

with his hot cum. Julian's thrusts were hard, erratic, and Buddy saw the thick,

milky seed oozing from Sandy.

The fact that Julian never lost his erection delighted Sandy, and as she hung her head over the edge of the bed,

she smiled at her husband, telling Julian

to let her taste his cum covered dick.

Buddy looked on as Julian pushed his

erection against Sandy's warm waiting lips, her sweet tongue swirling through the milky fluid, eagerly swallowing every drop. Then opening her mouth pulling him closer until Buddy could see her throat bulge as she took his entire long shaft. When her face face began turning red Julian backed away, letting her catch her breath, then at her urging stepped back, stroking her hair, caressing her face, and squeezing her breasts, pulling, pinching her nipples. He looked over his shoulder telling Buddy, to move to the other side of the bed, and get his camera ready. When Buddy did, Julian leaned across Sandy's body, teasing her clit with his thumb, slipped his thick middle fingers

into her now, gaping, cum filled pussy, and brought her to a long, intense orgasm, as Buddy took pictures of Sandy's pussy squirting, which illicited loud, moans of pleasure.

Before Julian left, Buddy watched him titty fuck his wife, covering her breasts with cum, made her squirt with the slightest touch, and she rode Julian, coaxing his last load of semen from his body.

They walked him to the door where Buddy shook his hand and Sandy gave him a long sweet kiss. When they shut the door Sandy walked to the den, pulled off her robe and told Buddy it was his turn now, where they fucked one another until

they could barely make it to bed.