The Road Ahead Ch 02

Sandy and I had spent a full hedonistic weekend in sexual excess. That may not seem strange to many of you who live liberated lifestyles or just dream of glutinous promiscuity. I was raised in a strict religious culture and was married and remained loyal to my marriage vows for more than twenty five years. It's true that I was married to two different women, two very sexually different women indeed and need. That's the reason I had sex with two women in my life, so having sex, over and over for even a weekend with a woman I wasn't married to any longer was as dramatic a departure for me as possible.

Those of you who read the first part of this story, "The Road Ahead", realize I had been tenderized through an immense curiosity about sex that thrived in the banquet of pornography freely available on the internet. Mentally I had become motivated by lust and susceptible to extramarital sex with the first available hot blooded female who was likeminded or at least receptive. Sandy was much more than that, she had been my first wife, and was the real architect of our divorce many years previous because she had opened the door to sexual addiction in her own life, and left me behind then, early in our marriage. I was locked in a warm comfortable prison of provinciality of my own making.

Now I was much older, and regretted the fact that in my own personality makeup, I had never allowed room for me to be a self centered "bad boy" who could take sexual pleasure any way he wanted, and without concern for consequence; I didn't have a clue as to how I could change. Even now in my life, I was too obsessed with the need to understand how and why people fell under the spell of sexual need, to learn how to simply take what I wanted. I was too interested in what other people wanted to just assume control over them, even though that's what I wanted to do.

When I was a young man I learned to have faith in myself and those around me by not questioning the if's in life and history, I accepted the if's in life, and worked to understand the why's and how's. This was most notable in Old Testament Bible class. While friends around me questioned IF the miraculous events described in the Old Testament actually happened, I assumed they did, and then worked to understand how and why they happened. I felt like I came out miles ahead in understanding and attitude, and I believed that the same thing might work in a strange way now.

As I read the sexy stories I've referred to, I stopped making judgments about people's honesty or character, I assumed what they said was true and honest to themselves (even if it happened to be just fantasy) and then I tried to understand how they could say the things they said and feel the things they claimed they felt, and at the same time do the things they did. I started to read the public comments about stories whenever I could, and tried to interview or talk to authors or characters whenever possible to expand my understanding; I knew just where to begin.

THE INTERVIEWS

#1 - Sandy

It was natural that the first subject of my curiosity would be Sandy, my ex-wife and first extramarital sex partner, be my first target or subject. It was a good step I thought, because I had enough personal knowledge of her early sexual awakening to gauge how honest and open she was. Sandy was a little suspicious of me at first, I think there was still something in the back of her mind that made her apprehensive, maybe she was still afraid that the hurt and pain she thought she laid on me still simmered way down deep inside, and that revisiting details would open wounds in me that she hoped would stay closed and healed, and not come between us again.

Reluctantly she started to relate the old stories and watched closely for signs in my reaction. I was first curious about the stat of mind that led her to consider violating the vows we made to each other the first time.

"I didn't think I considered the possibility of my unfaithfulness at the beginning." She said. "I simply allowed myself to feel unsatisfied with the way things were going in our life...in my life really. I guess to be honest; I was starting to become selfish." She admitted. "The more I thought about my life, the more selfish I became and the more unsatisfied I was with our life."

I asked her what role sex itself played in her surrender to selfishness.

"In some ways, I think my views about love, romance and sex are different from most women. I reasoned, in my own mind." She said. "That real sexual pleasure and love or romance were somehow incompatible. To me, sex could only be at its best and fullest, if it had nothing to do with love, if it was only committed under the power of lust and self need. In that frame of mind, I believed I would never experience full sexual fulfillment unless it was in some illicit adulterous form. Even then, I was convinced that I would remain loyal and true to you, I was resigned to giving up sexual fulfillment forever as a reasonable sacrifice for a successful marriage. As I look back now, I think I felt like some kind of a martyr, and somehow pure and saintly because of it.

"If that's true then, how did you let yourself go with Darren?" I asked. When I mentioned his name with such recollection and familiarity it seemed to shock her and bring us closer to the intimacy in her seduction.

"I realize now, more than I would have admitted then, that I was really attracted to Darren in a purely sexual way." Sandy said. "I should have been much more afraid than I was, but in reality, I think I sensed what was happening, and wanted to be led into wickedness. I was terrified of complete sexual fulfillment and thought if I experienced it even once, I would be lost to the need of it forever, but way down deep inside, I really wanted to be lost."

"I had teased and flirted shamelessly with him for days and I knew I was playing with fire. When I stood close to him I wanted him to get fresh with me. When he put his hand on my leg I almost screamed yes, that I wanted him to touch me, any way he wanted."

"I was too excited to even be relieved when he moved his hand up my leg, and every part of my body ached to be touched by him. I know he could feel me tremble as he caressed my legs, my thighs, and my ass. When he slipped his fingers under the waist band of my panties and pantyhose, I wanted him to strip them down and bare my ass, but he didn't. When he concentrated on my bare back and tummy and then caressed my breasts through my bra, I wanted him to completely strip me and, god forgive me Ted, I would have let him fuck me there right then or in the open mall if he wanted, but he only made me take off my bra. That first time he only hinted at the things he was going to do to me. He got my bra off and took off my panty hoes, but in reality he had stripped me of all my resistance from then on. He knew he could do anything he wanted because he knew I wanted him to."

Sandy looked flushed and embarrassed, and at the same time she was obviously excited. . Before we proceeded, I said I wanted to see what effect this was having on her, and told her to take off her clothes. Sandy almost choked in surprise, but looked at me with sparkling eyes, alive with interest and awakening arousal, and she studied the crotch of my slacks to see if she could tell how I was reacting. I discretely hid my firm interest, and remained still until the pressure of silence was noticeable, then she stood, and calmly started to take of her clothes. When she was down to panties and bra she let me enjoy her in them and see the way they made her body look before she asked me if this was far enough. I said nothing, just waited until she unclasped her sheer bra and slipped it of and then slid the almost transparent sheer panties down and off her beautiful ass and legs.

She had not expected to be exposed naked like this with me, particularly in this more one sided context, and so she had not shaved her pussy like she sometimes did. She looked a little embarrassed because so many women shaved themselves bare these days, particularly if they thought they were going to be looked at naked. I told her I preferred her delicate bush, and thought she looked more natural and un made-up this way and it made it seem more intense and forbidden, like I was really looking at something I shouldn't. I told her I hoped she would never shave herself completely, just keep the lips of her pussy smooth and her bush trimmed back. She looked at me and blushed crimson as her nipples hardened and then she slowly opened her legs so I could see the shiny wetness of her arousal.

Sandy's breathing was already deep and throaty as I asked her how long it took for her to go all the way with Darren, and completely commit adultery. Sandy stiffened a little as my language made her defensive, and I felt certain there was a considerable amount of shame added to her arousal. I wanted deep conflicting emotions to wrestle in her mind and was pleased to see her shift nervously; she must have felt even more naked than before.

"Darren teased and tormented me that next day. I had worn my sexiest lingerie even though it would be considered conservative by most, and I flirted with Darren shamelessly in every way I could imagine. I didn't have a garter belt and stockings which he said he preferred, but I left my legs bare because it was his next favorite way; I knew you would have had questions if you had seen me and was glad you were already at work when I got dressed. When I finally saw Darren sitting at the sunken area of the floor, late in the afternoon, I almost ran to his side."

"He ignored me for a long time and then just before I gave up and walked away, his hand was back on my bare leg. My pussy was already soaked, it had been that way since the day before, and in my mind, I hoped desperately for something warm and hard and fat to fill it. He caressed everything like before, finally running the edge of his hand and index finger between my warm thighs, almost rubbing along my wet slit. The hand moved then to my waist testing how high my panties rode on my waist, and then it moved again to my bare tummy and smooth back. Soon it was up again caressing and fondling my tits and studying my bra by touch and once again; by then I was straining toward orgasm. His hand slid sensuously down to my ass and pulled the back of my panties all the way down below the slope of my full ass cheeks."

"With my whole ass nakedly exposed to his touch he slid his fingers into the cleft of my ass and gently toyed with my sensitive puckered hole before he slid his teasing finger forward, along and between the wet slippery lips of my pussy. God I was in agony and hunched down to suck his fingers up into me. He didn't push inside but continued forward until he probed against my aroused and erect clit. "Oh shhhhhiiiiiiiittttt." I growled out as my body convulsed in a shaking quivering orgasm and cum flooded from between my legs."

"My legs were so weak, I slumped forward onto my hands and knees, and then I felt Darren lift the back of my skirt and push it all the way up to the center of my back. There I was on my hands and knees like a bitch in heat, with my ass naked to his view and all I could do was reach back to pull my panties down and off so I could spread my knees and expose my hungry cunt to him. If the whole store space filled with people, all watching, I would still be in heaven."

"With gentle authority Darren caressed my exposed slit already soaked with my own cum, and finally slid two fingers deeply into my hungry pussy." Oh gooooodddddddddd." I drawled out as he started to pump his fingers in and out of my sucking cunt and I trembled with the delicious tingling of arousal building to crescendo again."

"I moaned from his expert finger fucking until I was climbing the walls and begging for everything. I urgently pulled my dress all the ay up until it spilled over my head and would have torn off my bra as well if I had had the strength. I screamed out in passion as an incredible climax raced through me again forever and Darren continued to pump and milk me dry. When I was almost lifeless with exhaustion and wallowing in the mellow afterglow of orgasm, Darren patted my ass and told me to put my panties back on so you wouldn't get suspicious, and then he stood and went back to work. I stayed there for a long minute or two, not bothering to pull my dress back into place; I may even have fallen asleep for all I know. Darren ignored me until I stood up and then put my panties back on hoping he was watching."

"Even then, when you went that far, he didn't fuck you?" I asked, feeling the arousal building in me as well.

Sandy teased a lazy finger along her wet slit while she pinched a swollen nipple with the other hand, and then said. "He didn't fuck me until we got back to the new store from the movie."

"The movie?" I asked. "I never heard about anything that went on in a movie." I said. Sandy knew it had always been important to me that she was honest in full disclosure, not holding anything back as she confessed her infidelities that led to the end of our marriage. The fact that she held so much back originally had made me certain that she wouldn't change and I couldn't help. She knew how important it was and was visibly concerned as she started to explain what had happened.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier Ted, I'm sure I thought I did." She said full of new regret. "Darren had strung me along teasing me for several days and then I had a whole weekend to to try and muster up my courage and resolve to stop it all. I intentionally wore a pant suit Monday to signal my resolve, and Darren didn't try to hide the fact he didn't like me dressed that way. I explained I had a meeting and the outfit was needed. Later that day, he took me by the hand and led me from the mall to his truck without telling me where we were going."

"Darren drove us to the Valley Mall, and parked. When he led me in he was carrying a bag in his other hand and pulled me to the theater ticket booth. I was puzzled when he bought two tickets for the first showing available; not even a decent movie as I recall. The house was almost empty and he selected seats at the very back, in a ways from the isle. When we got settled he wanted to start making out, and I wasn't too excited about the idea. Kissing was for romance and love, and what we were doing had nothing to do with that. He insisted however, and pretty soon the French kissing was just as dirty and nasty as everything else we had done."

"Then he really surprised me when he broke away and told me to take off all my clothes. I told him he was crazy, but he got really insistent and told me he had other things for me to wear out when we left, and patted the bag he had been carrying. I ended up taking off my clothes."

"All your clothes?" I asked feeling my penis stiffen again.

"All my clothes," she said; "Everything except my high heels at least. I couldn't believe I was sitting there naked in a regular movie theater, even if it was almost empty. Everyone else, including Darren was fully dressed. Towards the end of the movie, Darren opened my legs and finger fucked me to a wild and noisy orgasm. I hoped everyone else in there knew exactly what was happening to me." He had me so turned on he had to dress me again in the sexy clothes and then he took me back to the store. While he was tongue kissing me in the truck before we left, Mrs. Young from church saw us and it made me feel so slutty."

"It was when we got back to the new store that he fucked me for the first time. I told you about it in detail and I think I told you that we fucked over and over for the rest of the afternoon until after closing time."

"I wonder now, if my attempt to romance you that night after you got home made me look like a pathetic looser." I said, wondering how sexless I must have seemed stacked against the heady intensity of the nasty things they were doing. "I don't see how anyone could measure up against what was happening. Was Darren much bigger than me?" I asked obviously challenged with a fresh new sense of insecurity.

"Ted, you have to know that all of the terrible things that were happening to you...the terrible things I was doing to you had nothing to do with you, your abilities, capabilities or desirability as a man. With the screwed up way I was looking at life, the same thing could have happened if you and Darren switched places, except that you could never have been as selfish as Darren was. As far as your cock is concerned, you are every bit as impressive as he was. The only thing different, was attitude, approach and circumstances. The sex you and I had after we visited Cyn and Craig that night, a few weeks ago, was the best sex I have ever had in my life, the most satisfying and intense. I hope you know that."

It was time for a break, I had to pee and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get it out through a cock that had been hard for hours. I went to the bathroom in Sandy's master bedroom suite and after clearing my mind of the graphic images that had flooded it and with the help of the sound of running water in the nearby sink I was finally able to let loose my load of pent up piss. Relaxing led to the awareness of hunger and since it was mid afternoon already, I thought we could both make use of at least a salad.

In the bedroom I saw lying on the loosely made up bed, the silky red nighty with spaghetti straps that Sandy had apparently wore the night before, and picked it up to feel the silky smoothness between my fingers. I smiled as I thought about what she must have looked like in it and walked into the front room with the nighty still in my hand where I found Sandy, still waiting nude. "I'm hungry, and don't want to fix anything here right now, here, get dressed." I said as I laid the silky material in her lap.

"You can't be serious." She said as she looked up at me in shock. "This is my nighty, and it barely covers me up."

"It'll cover enough of what I'm looking at right now." I said. Besides, girls wear things just like this to disco's all the time these days."

"That's to go clubbing and dancing at night, not to wear in the middle of the afternoon." She protested. "It's for comfortable sleeping, so you feel naked, it's not meant to be worn with underwear."

"I don't want you to wear underwear with it." I said. I like seeing you like you are and want you to be as close to naked as possible."

"I'll be arrested!" Sandy exclaimed. "I enjoy taking risks, but I don't want to end up in jail for public indecency."

"Come on." I continued. "We're both too hungry to argue and you are obviously too excited to resist anyway; look at your nipples. I'll bet your sweet pussy is absolutely flooding."

Sandy looked away blushing but the heat radiating in her countenance was undeniable. She shivered, took a deep breath and then stood up and slipped the flimsy garment over her head. If I had already worked myself up so much I think I would have changed my mind. The nighty accentuated her nakedness, it didn't really hide it. Her breasts were full and firm enough to threaten to slip out of their covering at any instant, and her excited nipples poked out like sewing thimbles. They as big around as a finger tip and stood out well over half an inch from her quivering bosom.

The nighty hung to about three inches from her pussy at the front and just barely below the bottom swell of her ass cheeks from behind. Anyone even standing behind her would at least be imagining the sight of her naked ass, and if someone were sitting, they would surely know she had no panties on. Shit she looked hot.

I walked behind her to the car and listened to the click of her black high heels on the pavement as my penis stiffened from the sight in front of me. Sitting in the car, she could barely hide the ebony strands of her pussy hair as we drove along. Sandy begged me to choose a fast food restaurant so we could at least use the drive up lane to order and pick up our food. I saw a Wendy's in the next block and moved in that direction; Sandy was relieved until I pulled into a parking stall instead of driving into the pick up lane.