Bad Sarah

My wife Jane was a very popular English teacher at the local college. The girls especially liked her. Being a pretty blonde with a voluptuous figure helped her hold the attention of the male half of her classes as well. She often befriended her students. Usually, they were older and married. Such were Sarah and Mike Mitchell. They were in their early thirties, about ten years younger than we.

Sarah was about 5'4", slim, yet with some womanly curves, and had long, red hair. This was her second marriage, which turned out to be an interlude to her third marriage, an upgrade from her fellow student to a member of the faculty. Mike was about 5'9", husky, with short blonde hair, gold wire-rimmed glasses and a neatly trimmed blonde beard.

We had gone out to bars and dined out and at each other's homes, when we lived 8 miles north of town in a cottage by the river. Once of that at our home was enough, after they had arrived an hour late for our supper, 7, instead of 6. Sarah's blithe response was something less than an apology. Mike and I discovered a mutual interest in Big 'Uns magazines. Jane had big ones, but Sarah did not. I've observed that some women compensate for what their figures lack by less inhibited behavior. Voluptuous women, like my wife, don't need to make much effort to attract men. It's like the old Avis car rental commercial to compete with Hertz, the top rental company: "We're second, so we try harder!"

We bought a house in town. We continued our acquaintance with the Mitchells. One warm, sunny May day, when Jane was still at school, I was doing some gardening. I worn just a pair of shorts. To my surprise, Sarah dropped in and found me in the backyard. She wore red short shorts and a sleeveless white blouse.

"Sarah, this is a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Jane is still at school. Did you come to play with our dog?"

"No, I didn't expect Jane to be home. I would like to play with your dog, but I also was curious to learn something."

We sat on the back steps with our bare legs occasionally touching. We chatted a while. Sarah threw a ball for our Scottish terrier. Songbirds seemed to serenade us.

"Do you have a question or am I supposed to guess what you came to learn?"

"It was an experiment, and I think I have the results. Still, there may be an

alternative explanation. Maybe you just don't find me attractive."

"It must be the other explanation, because you have nice legs, a pretty face and beautiful red hair."

"You have nice, muscular legs and a nice chest. Then the reason you haven't made a pass at me is that you are faithful to Jane."

"No other woman has tempted me. I would be very humiliated to make a pass and betray myself as a would-be adulterer to a woman who took the high moral ground and rejected me. Some married men just keep trying woman after woman until they score, but I'm not so conceited. Besides, there's your husband to consider, as well."

"You certainly are tying us up in moralistic knots! They say that variety is the spice of life. Most men would like a variety of women in their sex lives, an occasional new conquest to boost their manhood, and women, at least women like me, would also enjoy finding that we are desirable to other men. My first husband thought that applies to men but not to women. Mike and I have a fairer understanding.

"What if I told you that Jane and I had a talk about sex? What if I told her I was attracted to you? She told me about when you two lived with another woman, who flirted with you. She called her a prick tease. She wouldn't have blamed you if you had fucked her! I received the impression that Jane might be proud of you for making a sexual conquest of another woman."

Sarah opened her legs until her right thigh touched my left one. I could not resist putting my left hand on her knee and caressing her thigh up to her shorts. She did not complain but looked at me. My cock swelled hard for her. She looked at my lips. I put my right arm around her shoulders and caressed her bare upper arm. We kissed tentatively. She looked at me. I kissed her until our tongues touched. She ran her fingers over my chest through the hair.

"It's not fair. You get to see and feel my chest."

"I like a man who wants me and takes what he wants!"

She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and stopped. I unbuttoned the rest and spread her blouse wide. She shrugged it down her arms and off.

"The red bra goes well with your fiery hair."

It looked like a B-cup.

"They aren't as big as your wife's, but I haven't had a complaint yet! You should see my matching panties!"

I reached around and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were turned up, freckled, with dark, erect nipples and rosy aureoles. I cupped, squeezed, and caressed them and thumbed her nipples.

"You have lovely tits!"

She reached between my legs and squeezed my cock.

"I see and feel what you want to do to me! Are you going to lay me on the lawn or take me indoors?"

I took her into the living room.

"You needn't fuck me in your marriage bed. Just use me on the floor like the slut I am!"

I pulled three thick cushions from the sofa, lined them up, and laid a bath towel over them. Sarah stood while I stripped her shorts off.

"Now for the ultimate test for a true redhead! Peel!"

Sarah peeled her red bikini panties down to reveal her red bush.

"Very pretty!"

"Are you satisfied?"

"Yes, with the outside of your pussy, but the inside remains to be explored."

"I think I can satisfy on that score, seeing that you do intend to score with me."

She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of her shorts and panties. I removed my shorts and undershorts. Sarah grasped my cock.

"That's a nice-looking cock, good enough to taste!"

She knelt at my feet, grasped the base of my cock, licked its length and cradled the head on her tongue and began sucking. Jane was not so fond of cock-sucking.

"Let's save your cock to fuck me! Would you mind licking me?"

She lay on her back, raised her knees and spread her legs. I sniffed her like a dog with a bitch and licked her the same.

"Yes, that's it! Finger-fuck me, too! Make me cum, and I guarantee that I'll cum again, on your cock!"

I obliged. She squealed, squirmed and oozed her ecstasy.

"Thanks, Gene! Now, I'll be a great fuck for you! How do you want me?"

"I want to see your face, assuming you won't look indifferent, while I'm fucking you!"

"You'll see a look of sexual surrender on my face, and I bet I'll see a look of sexual conquest on yours!"

Usually, the last thing a woman will give a man (and what most women never give) is what he wants most: the pleasure of her body and admission to paradise. This makes a sexual conquest all the more thrilling and satisfying. Sarah was an exception in her generosity and enjoyment of sex.

I thought of "burying the hatchet" when opponents become comrades. In the battle of the sexes, we were burying the cock. Having had a baby and now a very wet cunt, Sarah was easy to penetrate and possess. She screamed and came as I took her. We were both panting with desire. I needed to pace myself, so I lay on her to kiss her and caress her naked body all over.

"You're a good lover! Instead of 'Slam bang, thank you mam," you want to prolong our lovemaking and really appreciate me! Mike usually just mounts and screws me hard until he cums, not that I don't want to be screwed hard to my own climax!"

I rose onto my knees and began to fuck her. Sarah looked at me seriously, then smiled, and finally rolled her eyes back and closed them. She sighed softly with each thrust. As I fucked her harder and faster, she wrapped her legs around me to lock our union. She gave me a mischievous look while she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. As she approached another orgasm, she clawed my back, which electrified me into frenziedly fucking my load into her spasming cunt. I collapsed onto her, and we lay together in our afterglow.

"That was fun, wasn't it? You have me at your mercy, pinned down and still impaled to use me again. Will you? Oh, yes, I feel that I have excited you to fuck me again!"

Still lying on her, I kissed her tits and twitched my hard cock in her. Her cunt spasmed in response. I nudged her cunt with my cock while I felt her up all over.

"Alright, now, stop teasing the pussy and fuck it!"

I reared up and began to fuck her. First, I slowly pulled back to the head of my cock and shoved it hard and fast all the way back up her. She grunted and moaned.

"Yes, punish that bad pussy!"

I fucked her like that for a few minutes. Then I doubled her up, slapped her ass, and fucked her faster.

"Yes, I'm a bad girl! Spank the slut! I feel the sting right to my pussy!"

I lowered her legs but lifted her ass, clutching her buttocks while I fucked her harder and deeper, grinding the top of my cock over her clit. She screamed and squirted. A fountain of ecstasy zoomed up my cock.

"Yes, cum in me!"

We gazed into each other's eyes as we felt my cock swelling even harder and pumping my sperm deep into her.

Again, we lay together, this time sated. My cock shrunk out. Sarah raised her knees.

"Lover, pull the cushion from behind my head and put it on top of the one under my feet so your spunk doesn't gush out of me. Thanks. Now let me clean your cock."

I moved by her head. Sarah licked and sucked the cream pie from my cock, something my wife never did!

"Any time you want an extramarital piece of ass, I'm available. Could you get some plastic wrap to keep our cream pies inside me? I want to show Mike what you did to me! He finds me more exciting after another man has had me. He won't know whether to fuck me or eat my pussy first!"

She laughed.

I covered her crotch with plastic wrap and put her panties back on her to hold the plastic in place. Then I slid her shorts up her legs and got her arms through her blouse. I helped her up. We had a parting kiss.

"Are you going to tell Jane what you did to me?"

"I don't know!"

"I hope she'd decide that I deserved it! I can testify about how well you fucked me, so she can be proud of your conquest! If Jane reacts positively, we'd be open to swapping. Mike would love to see and get his hands on Jane's Big 'Uns! He'd do his best to impress his teacher. In any case, I bet you won't forget me!"

"That's a sure bet, Sarah!"

I hoped that Sarah and Mike could keep a secret, while I decided what to say to Jane. I hated to lie and thus hadn't the practice to be credible. Maybe she already suspected Sarah. I cleaned up the scene of the crime.

About two hours later, Jane came home. I heard the car arrive and went to carry her heavy briefcase, stuffed with books and papers, into the house. We kissed.

"My, don't you look sexy in just shorts! What's that smell?"

God, could she smell sex?

"It smells like perfume, not mine."

"Oh, Sarah made a surprise visit. I thought she expected to see you, but I guess she just had an impulse."

"And did she see you like this, half, no two-thirds naked?"

"I was working in the backyard, and she found me there."

"And how impulsive was Sarah? What did you do?"

"We sat on the back steps and talked. Sarah played ball with Angus. She said she'd like to have a dog, like him."

"Does she want anything else that we have, like you, or maybe just to borrow you? She told me that she finds you attractive. She's on her second marriage and seems rather wanton to me. Did she flirt with you? What was she wearing?"

"You are certainly peppering me with questions!"

"Hot pepper!"

"A sleeveless white blouse and red short shorts. I could see her red bra through the blouse."

"She was showing off her legs! Do you like them?"

"Yes."

"The bitch WAS flirting with you--after I told her about Mary, the prick-teaser, deserving to have you fuck her!"

"She did mention you telling her about Mary."

"Which Sarah took as a free pass to tease you!"

"You know me: I was slow to realize."

"Did you accept her challenge?"

"I'm afraid I thought what Tom Jones or Zorba the Greek would do."

"You didn't want to hurt her feelings, so you fucked her?"

"That, and she did arouse me."

"You were led by your cock! How was she?"

"As you said, wanton."

"So you enjoyed each other. I hope you fucked her hard, the slut! How many times?"

"Twice."

"She's slim; compared to her, I'm fat. She's ten plus years younger than I."

"I prefer your voluptuous body!"

"But you wanted to burnish your manhood with another conquest! Congratulations! I need a drink, a double! I'll want all the details, later. You have until bedtime to recover. Then the least you can do is confess in graphic detail, and if I get excited by what you did with that slut, you'd better be able to fuck your lawful wife too!"

That was the last Jane had to say. I made supper, which was a salad and spaghetti. We also had wine, Light Chianti from Carlo Rossi. After supper, we read for about an hour, although it was difficult for me to concentrate. I kept sneaking peeks at Jane, who seemed to be absorbed by her book. Then, Jane always wanted to watch a movie. I was the film buff, so I made suggestions from our film library, and she chose from them. I wished that I had some Viagra!

"No romantic comedies tonight! Play one of your porn movies!"

I began one featuring a man and two women. One woman lay naked on her back while the man fucked her. The other woman, who was also naked, licked where their genitals joined. Then the man pulled his cock out, the woman watching them sucked his cock, and he shoved it back into the woman he'd been fucking. I found that extremely erotic.

"Oh, you'd like two women! Play a movie with one woman enjoying two men! Wait while I change into something appropriate."

I found a movie with a woman being "spit-roasted."

Jane returned in her light blue babydoll negligee. It was held up by shoulder straps and tied at the waist with a ribbon. The neckline plunged below the sides of her tits. The tiny skirt just covered the matching bikini panties but was slit up both sides for an unobstructed view of her naked thighs. We sat close on the couch.

A beautiful young blonde in a miniskirt and a thin white blouse with a scoop neckline sat between two men, her husband and an admirer. They began feeling their way up her bare thighs. I imitated them. Jane gave me a cool look and turned back to the movie.

Soon, they stripped her blouse off, began squeezing her ample tits until they nearly popped out of her half-bra, and kissed her lips, neck and shoulders. She became increasingly aroused and let them remove her bra. I began feeling Jane's big tits. My cock was beginning to show life! The woman squeezed her men's cocks and released them to stroke. They went for her pussy. She lifted her hips for them to strip her. They took turns fingering her. I did the same to Jane. Her cunt was beginning to moisten. The men took turns licking the blonde's cunt.

They moved the naked woman down onto the carpet and got her on her hands and knees. She accepted one cock into her mouth while the other man mounted her doggystyle. She displayed her power to pleasure two men at one time and certainly seemed to love the fuck she was receiving. Jane lifted her hips for me to remove her panties and for me to work my finger further up her cunt.

We went to bed. I stripped Jane and them myself. While Jane lay with her legs partly open, I lay beside her.

"Alright, tell me all the details!"

I began while caressing her tits and fingering her cunt. I omitted the messy parts about the cream pies, not wanting Jane to get an inferiority complex or, more likely, just to be disgusted.

"Did the bitch get you to lick her cunt?"

"Well, yes!"

"Damn you!"

"But you don't like me to do that to you!"

"I do now! Get busy!"

Jane raised her legs and spread them wide. I parted a path through her bush, kissed her cunt, and began licking her slit. At first, she was tense, but as I licked deeper, over her clit, she moaned. I licked her inner labia apart and thrust my tongue inside. She moaned more and lifted her hips. I penetrated her with my middle finger. She was wetter. I licked and finger-fucked to an orgasm.

"Alright, you'd better be able to fuck me now! Did the slut suck your cock?"

"Yes, she did."

"Give it here!"

She licked and sucked the head of my cock.

"Well, if all else fails, this gets you hard! Now fuck me with it!"

Being petite and never having given birth, Jane was normally tight, but her cunt was so wet now that I had never enjoyed an easier entry. When I sunk it to the hilt, she came, much like Sarah. I held it there, for I had something else to tell her.

"Sarah said she and Mike are open to swapping. Mike would love to see and get his hands on your big tits and would do his best to give you a good fucking."

"Oh, they would, and he wants to do it to me! Well, he is a nice-looking guy. Would like another fuck with Sarah? Would you like to watch Mike feel me up, strip me naked, grab my big tits and fuck me?"

I began fucking her in earnest.

"Is that a yes?"

Soon she was lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

"Is that a yes that you'd like Mike to fuck you?"

We'd pause, fuck, pause and fuck some more.

"I suppose I have Sarah to thank for you being able to fuck me so long!"

Early in our marriage, Jane was a screamer. She was screaming now, and I even felt a surge of her love juices around my cock.

"Cum! Cum!" she cried.

I fucked her fast and hard, urging my sperm up and into my very excited and very exciting wife. My cock and her cunt had reconciled us.

"I forgive you for fucking Sarah, especially since she asked for it, but don't be redundant, unless you don't mind if Mike fucks me."