I had let her talk without interruption, for she was still on a high, excitedly giving details of her wild evening. That her affair was our joint enterprise was clearly shown by her enthusiastic description of everything she and Frank had done - making sure that I, as her partner in crime, knew every detail. While there certainly was affection and intimacy that was different from her experience in the car, it still was fun and an adventure rather than a true romantic love affair. This might have been unfair to Frank except that he was getting what he wanted too - a safe, affectionate, sexual relationship with no strings attached. However, as I told Sandy on several occasions, I had absolutely no concern that she might become too attracted to Frank, I thought that there might eventually be a danger that he would develop too deep feelings for her causing problems for him.
It was late and she was, naturally, tired, so we left any further conversation till tomorrow. I did screw her before going to bed, of course, her third of the evening. Sunday morning I woke up and went downstairs, leaving her blissfully asleep. I went into the suite to retrieve the camera and quickly saw that she was right about the condition of the bed - it had been very well used! She finally surfaced, about 45 minutes later and I heard her taking a shower. Just as I came back into the bedroom, I heard, "Oh my god!" A few minutes later, she came out and, seeing me, opened the robe she was wearing and said, "Look at me! I've got marks all over me!"
Having seen her last night, I expected to see quite a few signs of debauchery on her skin, so I wasn't surprised at what I saw. Each breast was decorated by hickeys and one even had a bite-like mark beside its nipple. The nipples were still redder than normal, and were decidedly plumper than usual. There also were bluish marks which undoubted were light bruises. In addition, there definitely were bruise marks on her upper arms and on her thighs and, on her inner thighs there were other marks that could only be hickeys from too stringent kisses and sucking. "Well, you certainly are well decorated! One would almost suspect that you were involved in some kind of sexual orgy. How does a young innocent wife like you explain your condition to your husband? Big mosquito bites"?
"Very funny! Damn, I knew that we got carried away last night and that he was kissing and squeezing me all over. I didn't expect these bruises on my arms or legs, for I didn't feel any pain or discomfort as he grabbed me. I guess that I was anesthetized by the heat of the moment. They obviously are finger marks, not from running into something. I'll have to wear long sleeves for awhile. Fortunately, no one else will see the bruises and hickeys between my legs! They were talking about maybe getting together for a picnic this weekend, but I sure can't wear shorts if we do! This is ridiculous! And look at my tits!"
"I am!"
"You know what I mean! It's not as bad as the first time, but how I am supposed to be able to hide them from you until they're all gone."
"Actually, you look pretty sexy with them marked up like that - real evidence of a wild sexual carousal."
"Yeah, I know and I like a mark or two, a love mark or so, but this is overdone when I'm supposed to keep my husband from knowing about my carousing. Oh, well, he accepted that I hid them before so I guess I can do it again. Isn't this peculiar? Keeping it a secret that my husband knows that my tits have been marked up by my lover!" She grinned and went on, "I guess that he really is 'mi amante.' I never thought that I would have a lover!"
"Ok, hotshot. Let's get out and get some brunch and we can come back and watch the latest porn film - 'Sandy and Frank in the Mother-In-Law Suite,' rated X."
It certainly would have been rated X, or XXX, if it had been in regular distribution. It was a bit dark because of the limited light from the bedside lamp, but it revealed the action quite well. One thing was evident right away was that Sandy was completely comfortable in the situation. She let Frank undress her in part and did the rest herself with no pretend modesty. No maidenly blushing, no September Morn concealing stance. Wearing only her garter belt and hose, she even rotated to display everything. It's amazing how a woman wearing garter belt and hose can be more arousing, more seductive, than when she is totally naked. Then, without hesitation or false modesty, she just sat down on the bed and removed the garter belt and hose, just as she would have in our bedroom with me. She lay back, nude, on the bed and waited for her lover to come to her.
It was different seeing them on the bed together, limbs intertwined as they kissed and fondled each other. Instead of being constrained by the cramped quarters in the car, they were stretched out, able to move freely against each other. It was obvious that they were more relaxed, actually enjoying the buildup before the main event. In the car, the transition from "making out" to serious sex was awkward, involving Frank getting out of the car, going around to the other side, getting Sandy in position and kneeling between her legs before mounting and entering her - after somehow getting his pants and shorts out of the way!
Even the screwing, itself, was more relaxed. In the car there seemed to be a need to do it fast, perhaps instinctively thinking that sex in the car was precarious, although actually it was safe in our driveway. Whatever the reason, on the bed there was more of a gradual mounting passion rather than a rush to climax. Sandy said that she definitely felt the difference. Nonetheless, she was startled to see herself gyrate and thrash around as she approached that climax. She had seen herself in the car, but her motions were much more pronounced in the freedom of the bed. Also, it was sexy and, at the same time, somewhat embarrassing to see herself lying there, sprawled open, her used cunt graphically displayed, after Franked rolled off of her.
We fast-forwarded through the long period when there was little to see except the two of them lying there, quietly talking, cuddled together. After we were through watching the recording, Sandy admitted that she felt peculiar about that part of the evening. Watching herself having sex with Frank was fun and exciting, but the cuddling, kissing and caressing combined with the quiet, intimate talking actually made her feel uneasy, even unfaithful. Sex for sex's sake was one thing, it was just physical. The things that disturbed her were parts of real love making and, while she enjoyed the warmth and closeness, seeing herself lying there in bed, cuddled up with another man, sent a wave of guilt through her. Fortunately, a few reassuring hugs and kisses from me relieved her conscience for the time, although that part of her affair still disturbed her on other occasions.
We went on with the video when the sexual activity began again. It was very interesting to, for the first time, see her move down and begin sucking Frank's cock. Seeing it in her mouth was even more intimate than seeing her being fucked. Of course, she didn't suck it the whole way that time, but it a major step up in the level of intimacy that we had seen. That was voluntary on her part - she was doing it, not having it done to her! The same was true, of course, when she mounted him and took his cock inside.
We both were surprised at how wild she became when she was on top. She started with a nice, steady up and down rhythm which became more and more rapid. She was crouched over, resting on her arms and hands, with her hips rising and dropping on Frank's cock. The camera was aimed diagonally from the foot of the bed, so we could actually see the shaft as it disappeared into and emerged from her cunt. That motion was almost a blur at the end and Sandy said that she felt that she was in orgasm at a low level the whole time. Then, as she described before, Frank managed to turn them over and took over the screwing.
It was wild and frenetic, far better than watching a porn film because I knew that nothing was being faked. It was not a man doing his job, fucking a woman who was an actress playing a role - things both of them did for a living with little or no feeling for each other. There two certainly were not involved in simulated sex as shown by their explosive climaxes as they surged against each other, frozen together as they finished - and then just collapsed, their energy totally depleted.
Actually, the immediate aftermath was almost funny. Frank flopped down on Sandy and lay there, unmoving. She was almost completely hidden under his body - only her legs were visible, sticking out, widespread with her knees slightly bent and held open by his hips. Neither of them moved for several minutes until, finally, Frank raised up on his knees between her open legs, reached down, grasped her tits and said, "This is much, much better than the car! I'm certainly glad that you thought of coming in here. But I'd better go, unfortunately!"
As we watched the last few minutes of the recording, Sandy laughed and said, "Wouldn't he be surprised that he should have been thanking my husband for thinking of a replacement for the car! Still, it was a wonderful thought, so I'll thank you instead! That statement preceded some less frenzied, but very good, sex!
The following day as we prepared to leave the house I asked Sandy, with a knowing grin, "Are you going to show Frank the damage he did to you?" It was August and quite warm, yet she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt instead of the brief blouse which I knew that she would have preferred. Under it, I knew that she was not wearing a bra which was unusual when she was going to school. Actually, she was just going to help with registering students so she wasn't acting in her professional teaching capacity, but it was still not normal. In addition, owing to the informal occasion - and the temperature - she was bare legged under a relatively modest skirt.
In reality, I was just teasing her and I expected her to deny any such intentions with some sarcastic comment of my salacious interest in sex. Instead, she took my question seriously, replying, "If I get a chance to I would like to show how he marked me up. It was fun that first time when I showed him my breasts, but I doubt that we will be alone long enough and I would have to be very careful. What do you think?"
Of course, I had no objections and I dropped the kidding around and just emphasized the necessity of taking no chances. Then, as I kissed her goodbye, I squeezed her tit through her shirt and said, "Just have fun. With no bra, these are available!" This was said with a conspiratorial smile and a wink of my eye. I got a big grin in reply as she drove off.
I had a department meeting that afternoon that ran late - professors are notoriously long winded, particularly when they really have nothing to say, i.e. windbags - so Sandy was home before me. As I came in, she greeted me with a kiss and a very big, very smug smile. My immediate, expectant question was, "Well how was your day? It must have been productive; you look quite pleased with yourself."
