First Time Seeing Sandy Kiss A Man

My relationship with my wife Sandy has been full of firsts; a few of which I have already alluded to. There was 'the first time Sandy cheated on me and we broke up', also 'the first time Sandy and I made out with her cheating on the guy she was dating', ironically the guy she cheated on me with. Then there was 'the first time I ate a cream pie' left by another man. I feel I may have misled the readers as it wasn't technically the first time I'd ate a cream-pie, I had on several occasions gone down on Sandy after we'd had sex but having read the post Sandy assured me it was the first time I'd ate someone else's semen from her - yes that's how she put it, the first time I'd 'ate someone else's semen from her'.

This is another contribution to my list of firsts; this is my recollection of the first time I caught Sandy in the arms of another man. I will be honest with the readers, Sandy says she 'thinks' she can remember the incident, but in her words 'there have been so many'.

Technically it wasn't the first time I'd seen her with someone else as I'd seen her with her then boyfriend, the guy we broke up over. Coming home on leave and being told by my friends and then seeing the two of them together had been gut wrenching, that was when I realised that I still loved her, although being a teenager I didn't really know what love was and I just knew I missed that she wasn't mine anymore.

But that had been when she was with him and not with me. This incident was when we were an 'us.'

I have done my best to recollect what was said between us but alas I could not remember word for word as it was a long, long time ago, however I can still picture that night. I have therefore taken some liberties to fill in the gaps whilst assuring the reader that any poetic license used does not distract from the way things happened. I hope you enjoy.

Oh and I realise this might not be everyone's cup of tea as there is no BTB and some readers don't seem like that in fact they get quite irate, so if that's what you're hoping for I suggest you don't read further. Some commenters from earlier posts genuinely seemed upset that I'm happy, angry that we're still married, furious that I am happy for my wife to fuck others, they question if I still have my testicles. This for some reason raises an image of my balls in a jam-jar of formaldehyde sitting on the back of a shelf of the airing cupboard lol - now there is something for the therapists out there to ponder over? I mean why not bury them. Now I have an image of me and Sandy holding a makeshift funeral in the back garden, digging a hole and a shoe box as if burying a pet Hamster. I hope Sandy would wear black!

If you are one of those detractors, or even better a positive commenter please know that Sandy and I will read your comments out aloud to one another, but we do make funny voices.

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Back to the incident. The first time I saw Sandy kiss another man.

On the run up to this time in our relationship I had decided to leave the Navy and Sandy had finished University and I had asked Sandy if we could be an official couple. Sandy did initially turn me down, not because she didn't want to be with me, nor because she didn't feel any affection for me, but because she didn't think she could be a faithful girlfriend. Sandy was a cheater and her track record pointed to that. She'd also seen how I'd reacted previously when we broke up for the first time and she'd seen how hurt I'd been and the animosity voiced by me, and like me she had hated that we'd fallen out. She explained that she didn't want to see me hurt in that way again and hadn't liked how angry I'd been and certainly didn't want to risk losing my friendship - saying she was happy as we were, friends who fuck.

To be honest Sandy was a looker, bright, fun, sporty and I was fearful she would inevitably find someone else and the truth was I wanted to claim her for myself before some Douch-bag swooped in like the last time. Believing that I knew what I was letting myself in for I convinced myself that Sandy seeing other guys would be a temporary thing. Anyways, after much discussion and much persuasion and courting on my part I managed to convince my now wife that I could cope with any infidelity on her part. She in turn admitted she had strong feelings for me and decided, with fingers crossed for good luck; to give us a chance and to show she appreciated my understanding she said she would try to change, and so we became an official couple.

Now, it wasn't as if Sandy went out banging guys left right and centre, she didn't, in fact if I hadn't known how she felt I wouldn't have seen anything in her behaviour to give me any concern. We were boyfriend and girlfriend; did all the things a boyfriend and girlfriend do, we went out, we would argue, occasionally fall out, then make up, yada, yada, yada. Like I said if I hadn't known what Sandy was like I wouldn't have seen anything to worry about, but the point is I did know what she was like.

Despite her good intentions and the outward appearance of us together I knew that when I returned to my posting and was away, that she would go out. When she wrote to me and when we spoke over the telephone she'd tell me she was missing me, asking what I was doing and then telling me what was happening with her. Sandy would tell me she'd been out with her friends, been to this nightclub, that nightclub or had been to see a film or had gone to so and so's party. But it wasn't like she said "Hey babe I'm going out to find a guy" or "Hey honey I've just been fucked" or anything remotely like that, I just read between the lines.

I got ribbed my shipmates at the SWALK on the back of every letter she sent me, she also took over from my mother in sending me copies of the weekly local newspaper - just to keep me in touch of local news.

Eventually, with my four years up and having decided against re-enlistment I left the Navy with a good background in electronics and moved back home. Upon returning from University Sandy hadn't moved back in with her parents but had moved into a flat share but by good fortune when I left the Navy her flatmate was moving out, so instead of Sandy advertising for another roommate we decided that I would move in. Initially I had my own room but within the month we were sleeping together in one bedroom.

Up to moving in with Sandy the elephant in the room had been an unsaid 'no lies but don't ask if you don't want to know' kind of thing, but now living together it was even more a presence. Although we went out together Sandy would also go out with her friends as I did with mine. Then came the time when her 'extra' relationship activities were given life and the stark reality brought home to me - the night I saw her being dropped off by 'a date' as I peeked through the window. That was a defining night, the night when she had at my request given me my first cream pie.

Going forward Sandy still didn't flaunt her dates or indiscretions even though I'd catch sight of the occasional love bite which she would try to keep covered; but now that things were out in the open the elephant in the room was truly blowing its trunk. When Sandy did go out without me and she was looking a million dollars I knew, and she knew I knew, that she was hoping to attract attention. Even on a weekend when she went out 'shopping' in tight jeans and a tight top I had my suspicions. The difference being that now we were comfortable enough for her to enquire of me when she returned from a date or a night out if I wanted to go down on her as if it was my treat. It was as if it was a normal part of our relationship with no judgement just sexy smiles and grins between us. Sometimes I didn't want to go down on her, but more often than not I did. If I did want to eat the cream-pie she'd brought home for me I would dive in and a great time was had by us both. Between us we made this 'kinky act' a part of our sex life and an early form of us 're-connecting'.

If however for some reason I didn't want my 'treat', Sandy would smile and go take a shower before joining me in bed for a cuddle. I loved her freshly showered scent as she climbed into bed, in my head it became something she was doing for me. Yes, I realise I was still coming to terms with our relationship and I admit I was still a little uncomfortable and maybe I was grasping at straws.

While looking for permanent work I did lots of cash in hand jobs, and because of my electronics background I got a temporary gig being a roadie for a semi successful local group. This meant some travelling but not overnight and basically all I had to do was put the right jack plugs in the right sockets without electrocuting anyone or blowing anything up.

One week Sandy had been invited by a friend from the solicitor's office where she worked to her colleagues 21st birthday bash and Sandy had asked me to go with her. Then I got this gig and I had to cancel so Sandy went to the party by herself.

It turned out that the public house where the band was due to play had been flooded due to a burst pipe and when we arrived we were turned away - so we headed back home. After being dropped off I decided to get changed and go join Sandy. Readers, please remember this was the days before mobile phones so there was no way of letting Sandy know I was on my way to join her. I caught the bus and made my way to the party which was being held in the upstairs back room of a hostelry. There was no doorman as such just a guy standing guard to keep groups of lads and drunk patrons from the bar downstairs out, being by myself and looking like I belonged he let me in.

When I walked into the room the disco was in full swing and the place was heaving, it was choc-a-block and three deep at the bar. To begin with I couldn't see Sandy, but suddenly as if Moses was parting the Red Sea and with time seeming to stand still I looked across the room and saw her. It was one of those moments you see in movies where the camera zooms in to the protagonist in the spotlight. I was literally frozen to the spot for before my eyes there was my Sandy and she wasn't alone, swaying together on the dancefloor with a guy blissfully unaware of those couples around them. Sandy had her arms around his neck and he had one arm around her back and his other hand on her ass and he had her pulled tight and she was pressing herself into him, they weren't holding back, she was locking lips with this guy and passionately so if I may add. Although not quite dry fucking they were certainly in 'get a room' territory.

Then as if she had a premonition Sandy opened her eyes, and nuzzling into his neck she looked over his shoulder to look me straight in the eyes. I saw her surprised expression as her mouth opened.

Sandy reacted before I did and instinctively pulled back away from her dancing partner, then quickly saying something she left him where he was standing to push her way through the crowd towards me. I didn't know what to do, I wasn't feeling angry, I wasn't about to explode, I was at a loss, more embarrassed thinking that I'd caused her some embarrassment by catching her so to speak. Thinking I shouldn't have surprised her I wanted to turn and run.

Grabbing me firmly by my arm she led me towards the exit. From her strident approach I thought she was pissed with me for turning up out of the blue, but it turned out she thought I was going to kick off and had gone into what I have come to know as full on 'female taking control of a situation mode'. When we were out of the throng and able to hear ourselves she held and rubbed my arm and apologised as did I, both of us apologising for different reasons. I was apologising for interrupting unannounced and Sandy was apologising because she'd been kissing someone. Somewhere she managed to get out that she hadn't thought I was coming and without looking back at the guy said he'd chatted her up and she'd felt flattered - but now that I was here!

I explained about the gig being cancelled.

She took my hand as if to pull me back into the room but I stood my ground. Feeling my resistance Sandy looked nervous, she later told me she was concerned 'this' was going to become the 'something' that broke us up. Sandy looked at me and said this was what she'd feared would happen and it wasn't what she'd wanted, she asked if I was angry, upset.

By this time I had recovered and wanting to play the martyr I smiled and was calm enough to tell her that I wasn't angry or upset; I was just feeling as if I shouldn't have come. She said if I didn't feel like staying then we could leave and go get a drink somewhere else.

I told Sandy a firm 'No'. I told her I'd accepted she would be with other men; I just hadn't expected to see it and that it had been a bit of a shock that's all. I then told her she should go back to her friend's party and that it would probably be awkward if I stayed, I told her I'd see her when she got home. Sandy was reluctant to leave it like this.

Just then another of her friends joined us, one I knew. This friend of Sandy's had clearly seen what had happened and said hello to me. It was clear she had come to support Sandy in case I was angry or was being abusive and to make sure we were okay. Sandy informed her friend that she was fine. I said I was just going. Reassured we weren't about to have a blazing row Sandy's friend smiled and left us. After promising her that I was okay I told Sandy she really should go back to the party. Sandy again said she didn't want to but I was insisting she did and this was becoming our argument. Eventually she asked if I was sure and I promised her I was. Sandy then said that when she got home we'd talk and that she wouldn't be late.

It was after midnight by the time Sandy got back to the flat, on her way back she'd bought a tray of cheesy chips from the takeaway at the end of the street. She set the tray down on the table before removing her jacket and I went and got two bottles of beer and we began to share. There was an awkwardness between us as we were eating, each waiting for the other to say something, to bring up what had happened.

"So" she said.

"So" I replied.

She smiled, "I suppose you were bound to see something eventually."

The thing was, since I'd left the party I'd been sporting a raging hard on. Yes, I had been shocked but I was also aroused and the more I went over what I'd seen in my head the more I embellished. I'd come home imagining what she was doing, what she'd done once I'd left, and an imaginative mind can be very vivid. I had however refrained from playing with myself, worried that if I did she'd think me a freak?

I looked up and blurted out. "Seeing you with that guy was a turn on."

Sandy paused as if taking in what I'd just said, at my unexpected confession as if her ears might be playing tricks on her, but before she could respond I followed up with.

"Watching the two of you, you and 'him'... The way you were holding him and the way he was holding you." I gulped, "You looked hot..."

Sandy then gave what I thought was a considered response. "I thought you handled it well" she said, "I was very impressed... You seemed so... I don't know - grown up; I'd never really realised how grown up you are."

I laughed. "I felt jealous, but excited... Is that wrong?"

Sandy blew out her cheeks. "Err, no... I don't think so... Not really."

I went defensive, I was full of self-pity. "You hesitated... You think I'm a weirdo, don't you?"

Sandy's demeanour changed and she became markedly angry at what I'd said. "No," she barked making me jump. Seeing my reaction she paused as if trying to calm herself. "Look at us, at me, at what I've gotten up to, at what you've turned a blind eye to... Fuck, look at what we've done and were still here, together. No... I don't think you're weird, not weird, weird..." Then in a soft voice. "But it is a kind of kinky weird don't you think - which I like."

I laughed and Sandy chuckled. "Stop it... I'm being serious, I like that you got turned on." Another pause followed. Sandy then smiled, perhaps to reassure me, perhaps because she was genuinely happy. "You really found watching me kiss another guy a turn on!"

I laughed. "Yes."

She looked as if staring at my crotch through the table top. She questioned, "You stiff?"

I grinned. "As a metal bar."

Then biting her lip she teased, "He touched me."

"I know, I saw... He had his hand on your ass."

Sandy pursed her lips. "I went back to him."

I laughed, "I bet he loved that." Then I smiled. "I was thinking you might have... Bet it raised a few highbrows?"

"Actually no one said anything, I don't think anyone noticed, it was a party." Sandy's face then straightened. "I told him you were an ex."

"Oh."

Sandy saw I didn't like that. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd want him to think..."

"In other word's you felt sorry for me."

"No, I thought I was being considerate,"

"Considerate or ashamed?"

Sandy, as if to change the direction of our chat ignored what I asked and instead I got a factual, "We didn't fuck."

I'd already decided I wasn't going to ask if they had and I didn't reply, then with a half-smile she volunteered, "But he was a good kisser."

I then gave Sandy a wry 'it's okay' smile. "I didn't mean to spoil your night."

She grinned, "You didn't... Though I wished you would have stayed as I kept wondering if you were alright." Sandy then leaned forward and with her trademark raised questioning eyebrow.

"You really got a boner?"

"Yes."

"You want to put it to good use?"

We pulled each other from our chairs, we were only hungry for one another and left the cheesy chips and beers and kissed our way along the corridor into the bedroom. I was so turned on and so was Sandy and in no time she was naked on the bed and I was between her legs eating her out with her legs over my shoulders and slapping my head shrieking and laughing with glee.

She chuckled as she ground against me. "Because of you I didn't get a fuck so you'd better make it up to me."

On hearing this I moved over her and I mounted her, she in turn showed me just what he had missed out on, using my momentum to roll us over and with me on my back she sat astride me and literally screwed me into the mattress, and when Sandy takes charge - she takes charge. Looking back I like to think I also excelled and played my part.

As we fucked, we bit and we talked dirty, she teased by biting my lip and talking about how good a kisser he was. I teased back by saying with all her experience she should know. She teased me some more saying she'd taught me everything I knew - which I thanked her for saying it would come in handy with the band's groupies.

Her eyes flared and she growled as she ground and twisted her pussy around my cock. "If you ever go with another girl I'll chop your balls off."

Finally satiated and while we were resting Sandy was telling me how relieved and happy she was that I wasn't upset. I was telling her how turned on I had been and still was by what she'd done. Before we went to sleep, she asked.

"Is it something you'd be comfortable with?"

"What." I asked.

"Me doing something like that again... Flirting with another guy when we go out, dancing with someone, perhaps making out with someone else when we go clubbing... You know with you watching?"

"Is it something you want to do?"

"Something I'd like to explore but only if you were okay with it... Do you think you would be?"

"Yes... I do believe I would."

"Really?"

"Really."

She smiled and then confirmed the impression I'd got. "We'll talk about it again before we do anything... But it was such a turn on for me too." Sandy then licked her lip. "We could always fuck afterwards?"

I smiled. "No... We will always fuck afterwards."

Sandy liked that. She gave me a kiss. "I love you."