It was last spring when I first meet Sandra; she lived about an hour away in a neighboring state. My husband, Rick, and I had gone with our church to help fix up an old widow's home. Sandra attended our sister church and they had also joined us. We had only been at the house a few minutes when their bus pulled up. I remember the moment I first saw Sandra; she came down the bus steps and I could not help watching her long legs. I followed them up to her hips and up her torso. I found myself pausing for a bit when I reached her breasts, but continued up to the face of an angel.
When I realized she was looking at me stare at her, I became flush with embarrassment and quickly looked away. I was a little shocked that I had just checked out a woman and even more surprised when I noticed the moisture gathering in my panties. I had not looked at another female before with desire and here I was checking out a woman at a church function.
I was snapped back to reality when the preacher called for our attention. He gave us assignments and encouragement and after a quick prayer to bless our efforts, we jumped into action. The men had the tasks of rebuilding the shed, trimming the bushes and trees, and mowing the yard. Some women headed into the garden to weed, pick, and tidy it up. The rest of the girls, including Sandra and myself, headed inside to clean, scrub, and paint.
I watched Sandra several times that morning as we worked in the house. Her South American features captured me and I could not keep my eyes or my mind off of her. Her long, curly, nearly black hair, her long sleek legs her small tight stomach and her overall fitness held me in a state of lust. I could not concentrate when she was near me and I could not believe how much I was acting like a schoolgirl again.
Sandra was about five years younger than I and I thought back to when I got married. I am still very fit. I use the aerobics, weights and pool at the local gym. My 36DD look very huge on my small frame and 26 inch waist and 34 inch hips still fit nicely into my tight jeans. I am only five foot four but when I put on heals I still turn quite a few heads.
Rick and I had been married for nearly ten years now and we had settled in to a nice routine. Our modest house and two cars meet our needs sufficiently. Rick is a very loving husband. He is of average build but has strong arms. He has kept fit playing softball in the church league and running a few times a week. When we make love it is enjoyable and his seven-inch member does a lot to satisfy me, but we have gotten into quite a routine in bed as well, almost a predictable rut.
I looked out the window I was cleaning and there he was up a ladder trimming a branch with the chainsaw. I smiled knowing that he was mine, but I also knew I needed more. I often wondered if he was truly happy with our love life, or if he too was feeling like we were in a rut.
All this and thoughts of Sandra were swirling in my head when I tripped over a mop bucket. I landed chest first in the water that spilled out of the bucket covering the floor. Sandra was right there quickly lending me a hand up. She noticed my wet shirt and gave me the towel she had. A couple other ladies were quick to help mop up the water, and after assuring them that I was okay, I sat down on a chair in the kitchen.
Sandra walked with me and as I sat there, she took the towel and began blotting the water from my blouse. She was looking into my eyes and I into hers as she pushed and kneaded my chest. She removed the towel and I looked down to find that my blouse was almost invisible and my erect nipples stood out like pencil erasers from my breasts. I grabbed the towel back and held over my chest.
For the next half an hour I mostly hid in pantry cleaning the shelves and letting my top dry. The house had become fairly quite when I herd the preacher call out that it was lunchtime. I looked down at my chest and my blouse was now mostly dry and the sheerness of now masked, so I headed outside to join the others.
Sandra and I sat together on the porch steps as we ate and we started with the usual polite conversation stuff. But by the end of lunch we had talked about a lot, maybe even too much. We were giggling and going on and on, but in my mind I could not keep out the thoughts of desire for her. I was afraid to let on how much I wanted her, but it was all that I could think about.
After lunch, Sandra and I began doing our tasks together and we chatted a lot as we cleaned. We were cleaning the bathroom and as I was washing the sink, Sandra was cleaning out the tub while she was telling me about her career in advertising. I looked and saw her bent over the tub. Her legs were spread and her ass swaying lewdly as she scrubbed the tile. I found myself mesmerized by the movement of her ass and I was wondering just how tight her butt was underneath her jeans.
It felt like ages went by but it was only several seconds, when I noticed that I had stopped cleaning and she had stopped talking. I was still staring at her ass, but it was no longer dancing in front of me but had stopped. I looked up and over her shoulder I saw a small mirror was on the tile wall and in it was her angelic face again, looking right at me.
Again I turned red, embarrassed that I was caught starting at her ass and that I was having these feelings and desires for another woman, but I still watched the face in the mirror as she stared back at me. She smiled and I smiled back. Then she returned to her work and I returned to the sink.
The afternoon was getting late and all the tasks were nearly all finished. We gathered on the front porch waiting for everyone else to join us. Everyone was talking about a new restaurant in a nearby town and we decided that we would all head there for dinner. Sandra asked Rick if she could ride with us to the restaurant and he agreed.
Soon we were sitting in the cool of the air-conditioned restaurant and Sandra, Rick and I ended up at a table by ourselves, but next to the group. Sandra and I spent the whole time learning about each other. She lived alone and had a very nice house, and her job involved a lot of travel. She often gets to travel to foreign places and does very well for herself. Dinner passed too quickly and soon it was time for her group to leave. Before they left, Sandra and I exchanged phone numbers and promised to call each other.
On the drive home I was thinking about the time I had spent with Sandra as Rich was talking about the work they had done on the shed. I realized that I was no longer paying attention to him when I noticed that there was along pause. I looked over at Rick and he was looking at me waiting for an answer. I confessed that I had not heard his question, but I blamed it on the beautiful sunset on display in front of us. He began laughing and when I looked puzzled, he told that he had just asked if I thought the sunset was beautiful tonight.
The rest of our ride home passed quickly and uneventful and we hit the shower immediately. We helped each other off with our clothes and Rick was very playful. He was obviously someone excited after our long day out side, and when I asked him what had gotten into him, her replied that he just enjoyed the day.
We washed each other and played in the shower like we had when we were first married. His hands felt good as they washed my back and he slid them around to wash and fondle my breasts. I moved closer and felt his semi-erect cock push up against my ass. I pushed tight letting it slide up against me as he pulled me tightly to him. He began kissing my neck as he humped against me ass. Soap and water from the showerhead cascaded over us as we slithered together.
I turned toward Rick and pressed my nipples into his chest as water pooled between us. He lifted me up onto his hips and I felt his cock head enter into my needy love tunnel. A few bounces later he length was buried inside of me and I clutched at his back. I started riding up and down his shaft like I had not had it weeks. His mouth sucked at my nipples as the steamy water still played over us. After a day of excitement and lust over Sandra, having Rick's cock inside me had me quickly nearing an orgasm.
My nails dug into Rick's back and I bucked wildly on top of him as I came. I was still feeling the waves of pleasure sweep over me as Rick announced that he was cumming. His cock pulsated and pumped as he shot load after load deep into my eager pussy. We staggered and fell against the wall of the shower as our orgasms subsided.
Over the next several months, we meet up with Sandra for dinner at the same restaurant. Each time Sandra and I would talk and talk about everything. The time would always pass to quickly and when Rick and I got home we would make love. Soon though, I realized that we were still in a rut, a different rut, but still a rut. I longed for that night in the shower when we just needed each other.
We were in a habit of daily conversations by now and some would last for hours (Thankfully most of the calls were made by her). After one of our nights, I shared all of this with Sandra as we talked on the phone. I told how Rick and I seemed to be in a rut, and that I just needed more. I let her know that I also thought that Rick did not care that we were in a rut since he made little or no effort to get out of it.
That was when Sandra suggested that I go with her to Nicaragua for two weeks while she worked. She offered to pay all the expenses, knowing that Rick and I could not afford anything like that. Rick was very reluctant, but after a lot of begging and dealing he gave in and let me go.
During our trip to Nicaragua, Sandra and I made love to each other for the first time. It was wonderful, spontaneous and full of passion. We shared two wonderful weeks of passion and lovemaking. Sandra had ways of touching me that gave me pleasures that I had never experienced with a man before. The orgasms were wonderful and as much as I enjoyed Sandra I still was looking forward to my husband again.
When I returned home, I could hardly wait to get to my husband. When the taxi dropped me off, Rick opened the front door. I rushed in and pulled him into the living room and fucked his brains out right there on the floor. He was more than happy to see me and especially to be greeted that way.
As every day went by after that, I thought more and more about spending time with Sandra. We would make excuses to get together and more and more, we would leave Rick at home. Rick would enjoy the benefits of having a horny wife coming home to him, but even that seemed to get old fast. It was about March when Sandra started coming to our place on weekends. Her and I would enjoy many hour of girl talk, massages and even orgasms (when Rick was out). I thought everything was going well; I was having a very satisfying time with my two distinctly different lovers. Then last week I opened the paper and the 'Dear Abby' headline caught my attention. I read the letter and was in shock. This is what I read:
"DEAR ABBY: My wife spends all her spare time with a female friend I'll call "Cassandra." Last August they went to Nicaragua for two weeks, at Cassandra's expense. They are planning a trip to Puerto Rico next month. Again, Cassandra is footing the bill. They spent a week together in Louisville at a church-sponsored activity. They give each other oil massages in our bed and make frequent bets with each other with the massages as the payoff. They spend as much as three hours a day communicating, whether it be via phone, e-mail or text-messaging. They see each other a minimum of once a week, plus at church, and we live 50 miles apart. When they're together, I can repeat a question four times or more and never be acknowledged. They make special dinners and buy each other gifts. The items my wife receives are many times what we can afford. When they're on the phone or e-mailing, dinners have been burned and normal things that should be done around the house don't get done. Do you think there is something I should be concerned about here? -- WONDERING IN ILLINOIS
