Sandis Erotic Adventures Ch 10

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

Chapter Ten. 1994.

(Early July.) John, early-fifties.

This encounter occurred three months after my thirtieth birthday and yet again with a much older guy.

Having completed my work early I headed for home intent on taking advantage of the weather for a spot of sunbathing en-route. I had discovered what seemed to be the perfect place whilst taking a break in my journey a month or so earlier in order to answer a call of nature. After relieving myself I took a stroll and came upon the perfect place for secluded sun bathing, although the weather at that time hadn't been suitable.

I now pulled into the lay-by, happy to find it empty of vehicles.

A spinney abuts the end of the lay-by with a footpath bordering it. Taking the rug from my car I climbed a stile and walked the length of two fields, to the dip in the ground I'd marked down as highly suitable for sunbathing.

I wasn't the only one to think the secluded alcove suitable for sunbathing though because I found a guy had beaten me to it! Taking advantage of the hot weather a balding guy in his early fifties lay stretched out on a rug, stark naked!

"Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you," I told the guy, running my eyes over his body.

"That's OK," he replied, unfazed by my appearance. "My name's John, why not join me. I see you have a rug."

The guy's penis, surrounded by an incredibly luxuriant growth of black curly hair, looked to be growing by the second and I was tempted, very tempted!

"I don't know," I hesitated; no point letting him think I was too easy.

"Come on, strip off and join me. It's only fair I get a look at you," John urged.

"I don't know, it's not very private," I temporized.

"No one walks along here," John told me, but I reminded him that I had.

"That's true," he laughed, the laughter perhaps due to seeing me unzip my skirt.

It turned out that he'd walked from his home village, a couple of miles away, which is why I hadn't seen a vehicle in the lay-by.

As I undressed I scanned the field. It's bordered for the most part by a tall, substantial looking hedge, the only break being a gate nearly opposite us.

John watched closely while I undressed and slipping my panties off I stood before him naked, legs apart.

"Well, what do you think? You've been watching me intently."

"That I'm going to fuck you!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Very likely," I smiled, moving my feet further apart to flaunt myself at the guy on the rug below me.

"Very, very nice. You're beautiful," John told me, his eyes travelling very slowly over my body.

I was thoroughly enjoying the power my body had over the guy whose penis by this time looked to be fully erect and seemed to be twitching of its own accord.

John slid lower down his rug until he was staring directly up between my thighs.

"What an incredible looking cunt!"

"Your penis is not half bad either."

I knelt to kiss the tip of it and John lay, hands behind his head, the smile on his face telling me how much he was enjoying the feel of my tongue licking his penis. I flicked my tongue round and round the rim of the glans with John groaning almost continuously by the time I took it into my mouth.

Impulsively and perhaps impatient to feel him inside, I made to lower myself onto his penis.

"No no, not yet. I want to lick you out first!" So saying he rolled me onto my back.

His hand between my thighs, fingers probing my cunt, John licked and sucked my nipples. I revelled in what he was doing, particularly when more and more of his fingers invaded me. Four fingers were thrusting in and out of my cunt and it seemed as if he was trying to get his whole hand inside! I doubled my legs back the better to accommodate him and felt John's knuckles slipping inside my cunt. His complete hand was inside me!

"Yes!" he shouted. "I thought you'd be up for a fisting."

It felt phenomenal, certainly more substantial than any penis that had been there, as John's hand drove in and out of my cunt until I erupted in violent orgasm.

Following the removal of his hand John used his tongue instead, licking my clitoris in a very delightful fashion. Next I felt the tongue worming its way fully inside my cunt, lapping round and round in there.

Suddenly John moved on top and I yelled my pleasure when his penis drove into me. He started off by fucking me incredibly slowly. Each time he raised his bottom it felt as if his penis must slip from my cunt, but each time he managed to drive it back in again at the last moment. It was incredible!

Then he pulled out altogether and rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the length of my slit.

"I don't want to come to quick."

With the tip of John's penis prodding my clitoris it felt as if he was trying to engulf it with his tiny orifice. Whatever he was trying to do the result was an orgasm which washed over me in waves, my ecstatic yells frightening birds from the hedge.

"Now stop teasing and fuck me hard and fast," I gasped.

Lifting my legs to double them back, John drove his penis into me with a force that brought a wild yell from my lips.

"Is this hard enough for you?" John asked driving his penis in and out of me with incredible speed.

With every thrust of his penis into me I was yelling almost hysterically and clung desperately to the guy, writhing beneath the onslaught.

With sweat dripping down onto my face he came, yelling as his semen erupted into my depths. Well I think we were both yelling!

It was only afterwards that John told me we'd had an audience throughout.

"There was a guy watching from the gate; I think he had binoculars," John told me and looking up I was just in time to see a figure disappearing behind the hedge.

"Probably the farmer, I often see him here. Didn't want to mention it earlier in case it put you off."

I assured John that I wasn't bothered; in fact it turned me on to know our intimacies had been observed.

* * *

(August.) Part A. Ken, mid-forties.

The next experience I'd like to share with you is perhaps a bit of an odd one.

Hubby's company closes for a fortnight's holiday towards the end of July each year. Normally we go away ourselves but this time he was having some work done during the closure and needed to maintain a presence to ensure the work was up to standard.

At the beginning of the second week a specialist firm from up North was brought in to complete the job, and it's because the guys were from away that things were able to pan out the way they did. Due to our need for discretion the scenario which unfolded would not have been possible with a local firm.

On the Tuesday evening hubby came in fuming, calling the guy doing the work an arrogant, supercilious ignoramus. I've no idea what had transpired between them but whatever it was left hubby loathing and detesting the guy. Having briefly met Ken, the forty-five year old guy in question, whilst calling in to see hubby on Monday I concurred that the fat-bellied, tall and shaven headed guy wasn't very prepossessing. In fact lacking any sort of manners or general politeness the guy was positively Neanderthal.

Hubby calmed down during the evening but then came out with a bombshell which initially greatly shocked me. He wanted me to seduce Ken!

"What! I thought you detested the guy?"

"Yes but that's the very reason I want you to have sex with him. To know this loathsome creature has fucked you and would be crowing about it really turns me on; the humiliation factor I suppose. After the big bust up we had today think how good he'd feel about fucking my wife behind my back, how he'd boast about it to his mates back up North!"

Well it would certainly be different!

The plan we concocted was that I'd be on the premises tomorrow instead of hubby, using the excuse that he was engaged elsewhere. There was only Ken, plus a young lad doing the clearing up, a sort of general dogsbody, left on site now that the work was almost complete.

I sat reading a magazine and deliberately showing plenty of leg, not that that is an unusual occurrence with me, quite close to where Ken was working. He was openly looking, leering is perhaps a better word, at my legs which I crossed and uncrossed repeatedly to ensure my hemline crept higher. Ken even knelt on the floor grinning at one point, obviously to get a better view up my skirt. Eventually he swaggered over to where I sat reading.

"Looking for a bit on the side are you? I thought the other day what a wimp your old man is. Am I right in thinking he's not able to satisfy a sexy looking piece like you?"

I nodded; if hubby wants humiliation so be it.

Ken put his hand roughly on my thigh grinning broadly.

"From your display I think you've come in here because you want a real man to sort you out and can see that I'm the one to do the job," he said complacently.

His breath hot on my cheek Ken thrust his hand up my skirt crowing, "Yes!" when my legs automatically parted.

My response provoked the arrogant Ken's laughter.

"Look no further girl; I can give you what you need which is a damn good fucking, right?"

My skirt was high by this time and with Ken's hand delving inside my panties I spread my legs further, murmuring my agreement.

There was no finesse with Ken, no foreplay other than a few seconds of rough fingering and then he yanked my panties off and pushed me to the floor. Standing between my feet undoing his trousers, Ken said arrogantly, "That's it girl spread those legs, you're going to enjoy this."

Trousers and underpants round his ankles Ken came down heavily on top of me and after a brief fumble drove his penis into my cunt.

"Yes," he called jubilantly.

Ken fucked me with little regard for anything but his own pleasure. The weight of the fat man on top left me little option but to lie passively beneath the onslaught of his thrusting penis, a bodily response of my own was virtually out of the question. He didn't last long either and with an oath his semen spurted into me.

"Job's a good'un," he grunted stumbling to his feet.

"Bet you haven't been fucked as well as that for a long time," Ken said complacently, doing his trousers up.

I was cleaning myself with tissues and made no answer.

"Wait till I tell the lads back home how I shafted the boss's wife!" he crowed.

Ken then collected his tools and still laughing left the building, his work complete.

Ken might have enjoyed himself but I was left up in the air feeling frustrated, which is my excuse for what happened next.

Part B. Dan, twenty-one.

Although the encounter hasn't done a lot for me I hope hubby will be pleased I thought to myself, wandering through the building looking for the other guy to find out how much longer he'd be on site.

I found him in an office and he quickly turned his back as I entered. Not before I'd seen what he was up to though. There was a newspaper open on the desk and I had a glimpse of him standing looking down at it, penis in hand! Despite keeping his back to me I could tell the lad was desperately doing his jeans up as I approached.

The newspaper was open at page 3; I'd caught him masturbating to a topless blonde!

"A good looking boy like you can do better than masturbation surely."

He turned a scarlet face to stare at me as I went on, "Get it back out and let me have a look. You never know I might be tempted to do something for you."

He remained motionless, looking very embarrassed so I undid his jeans; they weren't done up properly anyway, and tugged them down. Yanking his underpants down the boy's penis sprang up proud. It was a big one!

I can only put my promiscuous behaviour down to Ken working me up only to leave me feeling frustrated because I promptly knelt and took the lad's penis into my mouth. He gasped and groaned while I sucked his penis, deciding on the spur of the moment to suck the lad off and then fuck him, despite having had intercourse with Ken ten minutes earlier!

In no time at all the lad's semen spurted down my throat and after licking the final drops from his penis I asked him his name.

It was Dan and he was twenty-one, the lad told me in a hoarse voice.

Then, for the second time in a quarter of an hour, my panties were off and I was stretched out legs apart for a guy's inspection, this time on a desk. It was hubby's desk as it happened, a fact which excited him immensely when I related my experiences later!

Dan seemed very nervous but his penis was hard again as he stared open-mouthed between my legs.

"Your turn, I want to feel your tongue between my thighs," I told him.

Dan seemed hesitant so I asked if he'd much experience of girls and sex.

"None at all, I don't know what to do," he mumbled.

"No problem, I'll teach you."

I rubbed my pussy slowly with my fingers as I spoke and Dan's eyes were popping out of his head.

He stepped forward and nearly fell over, forgetting about the jeans and underpants around his ankles. We both laughed and it seemed to break the ice because removing the tangle from his ankles Dan promptly knelt at my feet and I spread my cunt lips for his inspection.

"I've never seen one close up like this before. Can I touch it?"

"Of course, I'm hoping you're going to do much more than just touch. I want to feel your hard penis inside it."

"Shit yea, I want that!" he exclaimed.

Dan's hands were on my thighs then, gently stroking, and I moved my own hand away from my cunt. He seemed to be crooning to himself as he stared at the fleshy folds between my thighs before tentatively touching.

Well, he might be inexperienced but Dan proved a very quick learner and under my tuition moved his tongue in circles around my clitoris eliciting squeals of delight. Growing in confidence, my little cries of pleasure reassuring him that he was doing it right, Dan sucked my engorged clitoris into his mouth. Nervousness absent now the lad pushed his fingers inside me, all the time nibbling my clitoris. He seemed both surprised and pleased when I exploded in orgasm.

Slipping from the desk as it was none to comfortable, I quickly undressed urging Dan to do the same. Naked but for the inevitable stockings and suspenders, both stockings with ladders in them as a result of Ken's roughness earlier, I stretched out on the carpet next to what I subsequently learnt was my husbands desk. The now confident and naked Dan, lay down beside me and if he noticed my laddered stockings didn't mention it. No hesitancy now, he just grabbed my breasts to suck a nipple. Next he gave my other nipple the same treatment. I held the lad's penis and soon felt his fingers burrowing between my thighs again.

"It's very wet!" Dan sounded awestruck as he pushed his fingers in and out of my cunt.

I was arching upwards against Dan's probing fingers and soon urged him to get on top.

"Do it to me now."

For the second time that afternoon I felt the weight of a male body on top of mine, this one much lighter and more acceptable. Dan's fingers fumbled between my thighs while he endeavoured to introduce his penis into me. It slid home and the lad smiled down happily at me. I ran my hands up and down his back as Dan began fucking me with very slow thrusts. We kissed, tongues entwined before I urged him to speed up.

"What you're doing is very nice," I told him. "But don't hang back, fuck me as hard as you like."

At that Dan upped the tempo, his penis now drilling in and out of me like a piston. I clung to him moaning happily, fingers digging into his bottom, knees raised either side of the lad who was by this time fucking me like a thing possessed. What happened to his shyness?

It was over, a few final twitches from his penis inside me and the grunting Dan rolled off to lay gasping on the carpet beside me.

* * *

(September.) Phil and Dave, both early-thirties.

When hubby asked if I fancied a long weekend break, to make up in part for our missed fortnights holiday I jumped at the chance. Some friends of ours have a holiday cottage in Cornwall which had unexpectedly become available; they let it for self-catering when not using the cottage themselves, and offered us the use of it. It's a long drive for just a few days but at least it was a break.

Arriving at the cottage in the early hours of Saturday morning we didn't do much that first day, although hubby did pop out to a nearby pub in the evening and returned in a somewhat animated state. He refused to disclose what had excited him, saying only that I'd find out tomorrow.

Naturally I was intrigued and when hubby suggested a Sunday lunchtime drink in the same pub agreed, curious to see what it was that had excited him.

Sitting with our drinks in an alcove I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary to account for hubby's excited state on Saturday. It was beginning to fill up a bit when hubby asked if I'd noticed a couple of guys leaning on the end of the bar.

"Well yes, they seem more interested in ogling my legs than drinking," I laughed.

"Dave and Phil, I was talking to them last night," hubby said. "I told them a bit about our lifestyle and they're keen to meet you, hence the interest in your legs."

I thought I knew where this was heading; hubby wanted me to have sex with one of the guys while he watched. Wrong.

"Remember all our discussions about threesomes, this is your chance to give it a try."

He was beckoning them over, taking my acquiescence in his scheme for granted. I was introduced to the guys and found that Dave was a bachelor of thirty-four while Phil, a very slim guy of thirty-three, was married.

Moving on a bit.

Despite it being a scenario we'd discussed and I'd fantasized about, I was feeling unusually nervous preceding the guys into our cottage, knowing they were both about to fuck me in front of hubby. Dave had complimented me on my little black dress whilst in the pub and it was he who gathered me in his arms for a kiss directly we were over the threshold. After we'd kissed he simply handed me over to Phil whose kisses were even more ardent, as were his hands squeezing and pummelling my bottom.

"Make yourselves comfortable chaps," hubby said. "Can I get you a drink?"

They both declined, more interested in getting to grips with me I suspect.

I sat between Phil and Dave on the settee, exchanging alternate kisses with them, and it was Phil who began stroking my legs, bare for once. They both wore shorts, the weather still warm, and I rested a hand on each of their thighs.

"You're a fine looking girl Sandi," Phil told me, his hand stroking my inner thighs and coaxing them apart.

"Sexy too!" Dave exclaimed when my questing hand located his penis.

"You're right there Dave, her knickers are sopping!" Phil told him, his hand between my legs.

"Told you she'd be up for it," an excited hubby said but the guys hardly glanced at him.

"Stand up so I can take your dress off Sandi," Phil said.

When he lifted the dress up over my head my face was momentarily engulfed but I heard Dave say, "An obedient wife you've got here."

At the same time my panties were pulled down and with the dress now off I saw it was hubby removing them. He stood up with them in his hand, face red and said excitedly, "There you are chaps, my wife's yours to do as you want with. Enjoy her body the way others have."

The guys exchanged looks and Phil said, almost contemptuously I thought, "Go and sat down over there out of the way for now."

They grinned at one another when hubby meekly went to sit down.

With Dave's hand between my thighs it was Phil who unclipped and removed my bra. Resuming my seat on the settee I waited for them to shed shorts and tops before rejoining me, at which time I promptly took a penis in each hand, hearing hubby gasp as I did so.

With both guys sucking and licking my nipples, Phil sliding his fingers in and out of my cunt while Dave toyed with my clitoris, I was almost hysterical. The marvellous feel of all those hands, mouths and tongues working on my body simultaneously was out of this word and I looked across at hubby, grateful to him for setting it up. He was staring goggle eyed and masturbating while he watched the two guys working on me with my hands juggling cocks and balls. At that moment I think we both knew I would want more of this kind of thing!