Sandy called me at work and asked if I wanted to go to Happy Hour with her and some friends. "No thanks," I said, "You know I've got to work late at the end of the month. Then I think I'll hit the hay early-it's been one of those days. You go ahead and I'll meet you the next time you have Happy Hour."
She said she loved me too and that she might be late and not to worry about her. I told I loved her too and to be careful. She laughed, "Oh I'll be careful alright."
* * * * * *
I came slowly out of a deep sleep with someone gently rubbing my back. Sandy was sitting on the edge of the bed and I rolled over on my back and pulled her down and kissed her. Her mouth was eager and hot, and I was immediately hard. I slid my hand between her legs, over her thighs and up her black patterned panty hose to her exposed crotch. Her vulva was swollen and wet.
"Your panty hose don't seem to have a crotch," I said.
"I know. I bought them a while back because I thought there might be a time I needed to be easily accessible," she breathed.
"Did you wear them to work? Without any panties?" I asked, now understanding that she had planned this out in advance.
"Yes, and they kept me aroused all day. Every time I moved in my chair at work or while I was driving in the car, my clit would rub against something. I wanted to masturbate today but I never had any privacy. We had a board meeting this afternoon and I thought I would go crazy, she said, "Now I want you to watch John fuck me," she said, "He is so nasty and he just does what he wants."
As my finger explored her vulva I felt her swollen clit and the unmistakable stickiness of cum in her pubic hair. I slipped my finger into her pussy and she was dripping wet.
"I think he already has," I replied, now rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
"No," she moaned, " We went to a party and I got stoned and Don was coming into the bathroom as I was going out and he took advantage of me. He just bent me over the sink, pulled my skit up and shoved it in. But he came so fast I was just getting turned on and he was through. I am so horny!"
The hall light was on and John was silhouetted in the bedroom door way. Sharon kissed me a long lingering kiss and then walked over to him. He unbuttoned her blouse and rolled her hard nipples in his fingers as she unbuttoned his jeans. I could tell he was hurting her by the frown on her face but she didn't stop him until she dropped to her knees and fished his semi-hard cock out of his jeans. She looked at me to be sure I was watching and then took his dick into her mouth, fucking him with her lips and tongue. His glistening shaft swelled as she used her tongue on him. He grabbed double handfuls of her brown hair and began fucking her in the mouth. Sandy carefully cupped his balls in her hand and relaxed the muscles in the back of her throat. The glistening shaft of his hard dick completely disappeared into her mouth. I knew what he was feeling as she deep throated him. He wouldn't last long without climaxing.
I was aware of someone else in the room and I looked over my shoulder and saw Paul, another guy who worked with Sandy. He, like I, was transfixed by the surreal tableau.
John groaned and pulled her to him and she had to steady herself by wrapping her arms around his ass. It was obvious John was going to shoot his load into my wife's willing mouth. She made no effort to pull away as John began to pull out further and make longer thrusts. Sandy's long hair fell over the side of her face and I couldn't see his dick but she knew I was watching and she tucked her hair behind her ear so I could see his glistening shaft as it slide in and out of her lips. He said, "Oh my god!" and I knew he was emptying his balls into Sandy's mouth as he groaned with the sensation.
I stroked my dick and watched as John collapsed on the floor, spent, his legs weak and wobbly as his now semi-hard dick slipped out of Sandy's mouth. A thin line of saliva strung like a spider web from her mouth to his cock. His semen was visible on her lips as she rose from her knees, walked the short distance to the bed and kissed me. I could taste his cum as her tongue darted into my mouth.
Paul had stripped to his underwear and was jacking off. Sandy stood hip-shot in front of him and smiled, "So you think you'll get lucky tonight, huh?"
"I hope so," he replied.
"Take your skirt off and bend over in front of Paul so he can see how wet your cunt is," John ordered.
Sandy did as she was told, putting her hands on her knees and bending over in front of Paul. She was naked except for the crotch less panty hose and black heels.
"Go ahead and finger fuck her," John told Paul, "See how wet she gets? She always gets that wet every time I fuck her. She just can't get enough to satisfy her, can you Sandy?"
Paul spread her outer lips and slipped his middle finger into her waiting pussy. She wiggled her ass with pleasure and reached between her legs to rub her clit.
"I said, you can't wait to get fucked, can you?" John repeated.
"No," she moaned, "I can't."
