Sandra and Stevie

Note: This story is the sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The next three weeks were wonderful. Sandra did partially move in with me, but she also kept her half of her apartment with Julie. She spent three nights a week with me and the other four staying with Julie.

Sandra told me that those four nights were her study nights. She contended that because of its proximity to the law school, her old apartment was a more convenient place for her to stay on her study nights

I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, everything was wonderful. The three nights a week that Sandra spent with me were heaven.

Our sex life was magnificent. Some nights we had "kinky sex" and some nights we made love in our "usual way". Our "usual way" involved Sandra lying on her back relaxing on the bed while I licked her to several orgasms. When she was completely satisfied Sandra would make me cum by giving my little penis a few quick strokes, then we would fall asleep in each others arms.

As time passed, Sandra and I learned more about each other. As we became better acquainted we grew even closer. In addition to being lovers, we became very close friends. We spent hours talking and laughing. We started playing golf together on Saturday afternoons. On Sundays we did the New York Times Crossword puzzle in the morning and watched professional football during the afternoon.

We also started to socialize with Bill and Cindy Johanson.

I went to college with Bill and Cindy. They were my closest friends. Shortly after we started dating, Sandra and I went out to dinner with them. Cindy and Sandra liked each other immediately. They quickly became friends. This was nice for Bill and I because it made it easier for us to get together.

Things were going so well.

Sadly it all came to an abrupt halt on the last Thursday in September.

I had just bought a new driver. If you don't play golf a driver is a golf club, an expensive golf club.

Tyler Cummings, the guy who had hosted the party where Sandra and I first met, told me that he wanted to try my old driver. He thought that he might like to buy it. That was fine with me. I was actually willing to give it him. He was a good friend of mine and I really didn't need the money.

I got done with work a little early on that Thursday. It was a study day for Sandra so she was going to be staying at her apartment that night. I really didn't have anything to do so I decided to drop by Tyler's place and give him the golf club.

As I pulled up in front of his town house, I was pleasantly surprised to see that Sandra's car was parked in front of Tyler's garage door. Sandra had mentioned that she and Tyler frequently studied together, so I assumed that was what they were doing.

I was happy as I got out of the car. I wouldn't stay long, I didn't want to interrupt their studying, but it was still going to be a nice little bonus to see Sandra.

I rang the doorbell and waited. No one answered. I rang again, still no one answered. Maybe they were out on the patio. They had to be there, that was definitely Sandra's car in the driveway. I pounded on the door.

Finally, I heard movement in the living room.

The door partially opened. Tyler was wearing his bathrobe. He stood in the doorway. He didn't invite me in.

"Hey Ty, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I would drop this driver off for you." I handed him the golf club.

He took it and said, "Thanks Stevie. Hey listen buddy, I'd invite you in but this isn't a very good time for me. I'm kind of entertaining a girl right now. You know what I mean?"

I got kind of puzzled. "Okay, I understand, but Ty then where's Sandra?

"What do you mean Stevie? I haven't seen Sandra."

"Ty, that's her car in your driveway."

"Oh yeah, I guess it is. Listen Stevie..."

"Stevie?" It was Sandra's voice. I pushed the front door open. She was standing in Ty's bedroom door. She was naked.

"Stevie, I can explain."

I looked at her for a moment then I said, "What, you were studying and you spilled some food on your clothes so you had to put everything in the washer and study naked?"

I turned back to Ty. "I thought you were my friend."

He laughed. "Stevie, you are my friend, but listen to me. Sandra and I met last year during the opening week of law school. We've been fuck buddies ever since. We get together at least twice a week just to screw." He laughed again. "Hell from what I hear she's not getting anything from you."

"Ty stop it. You not helping."

"Not helping? Sandra he has a right to know."

I looked at both of them. "Know what Ty. What do I have a right to know."

"Please Ty, I beg you don't do this."

"Stevie your girlfriend is the law school slut. She's banging about a third of the student body and at least four professors. Why do you think she has to have all those "study nights."

I looked at Sandra. "Is this true?"

She hung her head. "Yes its true. I tried to tell you that first Saturday night at the restaurant, but I couldn't. I was afraid I'd scare you away. Stevie, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way."

I was hurt. I was confused. I didn't know what to do or say. I turned and walked out of Ty's living room.

As I walked to my car I heard Sandra at Ty's front door.

"Please Stevie, Don't go. I love you."

As I got into my car I looked back at Ty's town house. Sandra was standing on the front steps. She was still naked.

I put my car into gear and drove off.

I Started to drive. I wasn't going anywhere. There really wasn't anyplace to go, so I just kept driving.

After several hours it started to get dark. I didn't care. I just kept driving.

I couldn't get the image of Sandra standing naked in Ty's bedroom door out of my head. I couldn't focus on anything but that image. Driving seemed to help a little, so I just kept driving.

About 10:00 I realized that I was getting hungry. I found a gas station that had a fast food outlet attached to it. I used the bathroom, got something to eat and filled my gas tank. I got back into my car and started to drive again.

About midnight I decided to call my old friend Larry in California. It was only 10:00 there. He would still be up. I turned on my cell phone.

There were three messages from Sandra. There was also one from Bill and Cindy. I deleted the messages from Sandra and listened to the one from Bill and Cindy. They'd heard about what happened. Sandra had called them. They said she was frantic. She didn't know what to do, she just didn't want to lose me.

Yeah right.

I called Larry. He was up. I didn't mention Sandra. He didn't ask about her. Good old Larry, he never could pay much attention to peoples personal lives. That was why I called him. I wasn't ready to pour my heart out, I just wanted to hear a friendly voice.

We talked football for about 20 minutes. It was just what I needed. When we finished our conversation I turned off my telephone and headed home. I'd had enough driving.

I'd spent most of the night driving in circles, so I actually never went very far. I pulled up in front of my apartment in about 20 minutes. I checked my messages. There were four from Sandra and two from Bill and Cindy. I skipped all of them.

I poured myself three fingers of scotch and turned on my computer. I decided that a little porn might take my mind off of the days events.

I started with the sites dealing with dominant women. Lately, they had become my favorites. Tonight they left me cold. I guess that they just reminded me too much of Sandra and I and some of the games we played.

I found a site that provided general picture galleries and movie clips. I clicked on a set of pictures showing a young good looking couple having sex. They reminded me of Sandra and Ty. I looked at the pictures. As I enlarged each one I started to imagine that these two really were Sandra and Ty.

The funny thing was, that as I looked at the pictures, I didn't feel sad. In fact, my feelings were almost the exact opposite. I got excited. It didn't seem right to me. I was completely baffled by it, but there was no denying it, I had an erection.

I enlarged another picture. The beautiful blonde who looked just like Sandra was holding this guy's huge cock and licking the shaft.

Ty and I lived in the same dormitory in college. I'd seen his cock many times while he showered in the large community bathroom. He was hung. He had a cock that must have been at least nine inches long. It was easy to understand why Sandra picked him as a fuck buddy.

I flipped through all of the pictures. I selected several that I really liked and downloaded them to my hard drive.

I closed the web site and opened up two of the pictures. I already described the first one to you. It was the picture that showed Sandra (the woman who looked like Sandra) licking the shaft of Ty's huge cock.

The second picture showed my pretend Sandra lowering herself onto Ty's erect penis. It was her expression that really caught my attention. She seemed to be almost sneering at me. It was like she was saying, I am your dominant girlfriend. This is my right wimpboy.

Wow, as I was looking at the picture I realized that in my mind I was meshing the submissive/dominant relationship that Sandra and I had with her infidelity.

I was really confused by these feelings. I wasn't at all sure that I wanted to have this reaction, but I couldn't deny the facts. Looking at these two pictures and imagining that they were Sandra and Ty was getting me very aroused.

I unzipped my pants, took out my little penis and started to stroke myself while I looked at the pictures. As I masturbated, I imagined Sandra licking and sucking Ty's huge cock. Then I imagined her mounting him and riding his enormous dick while she had several screaming orgasms.

As I heard those imagined screams of ecstasy, my own little cock squirted its dribblet of semen all over my fingers.

I sat for a moment. What was going on in my mind? This was all way too confusing. I decided that it was time for bed. Maybe a little sleep and a new day would help me understand all of this.