I went back to graduate school after Sandy and I had been married seven years and that had a big impact on our marriage. Instead of doing exactly as we pleased on the weekends, like making lazy love and staying in bed until noon, I spent a lot of time studying and Sandy spent a lot of time alone. Although I tried to leave weekends free for us, there were some occasions where I had to spend a weekend doing research at the library. On one such Sunday I had to spend a few hours in the library completing a paper due Monday. Sandy wanted us to spend the day together and she was disappointed as I was, but I did my best to mollify her.
"We'll get something to eat and then we'll have the whole afternoon to do whatever we want," I said, hoping for at least a neutral nod of acceptance. I kissed her upturned face and she smiled her little mischievous half smile and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll find something to entertain myself. Go study."
I spent a couple of hours at the library and got home about 3 PM. Sandy wasn't home and she hadn't left a note, but her car was in the parking lot so I knew she hadn't gone far. I sacked out on the couch and watched a football game. Four o'clock came and went and I wondered where she was, and finally at five o'clock she came through the door in a rush. Her brown/auburn hair was a little mussed from the cold wind but her cheeks were rosy and she had a flush of excitement to her face.
"Have you been waiting long?" she asked breathlessly as she hung up her jacket, "I meant to be home earlier but I just lost track of time."
As she sat down on the couch beside me, I had a good idea what she had been up. Sandy is a very sensual and sexual personality but most of the time she is very proper and even shy around people she doesn't know. She always dresses nice but conservative you would think sex is the furthest thing from this woman's mind. But when she is really horny and turned on, on the hunt is what I call it, she has a certain subtle look about her. Her lips, which are normally beautiful and full, seem to swell even more and her eyes take on an almond shape. She moves slower and seems to glide when she moves. Her gaze is so direct, like a predator's unblinking gaze, it makes even me a little nervous sometime. Some other guys, it just scares the shit out. She had that look now as she bent sat down on edge of the couch and kissed me. She tasted of mouthwash.
She was wearing a red sweater and gray tailored slacks and I slid my hand under her sweater and felt the erectness of her nipple. "Oh," she said, "Be very gentle with my breasts, they are real tender right now."
"And why are they so tender? Has someone been fooling with them?" I asked. She smiled but neither confirmed nor denied my question.
I pushed her sweater up and saw her breasts were red and splotchy as if they had been sucked on and handled a lot. Her breasts aren't huge but they are very firm and high and her nipples stood out like pencil erasers. She put her arms over her breasts and started for the bedroom. "I've got to get out of these clothes, "she said. "Are you coming," she asked over her shoulder?"
We had discussed having sex with other people and it was a great turn on for both of us. But Sandy had a bad reaction from her first husband when she'd gone to bed with another guy at his urging, and she had been very wary of my reaction. Over the years, she learned to trust me and knew that her having sex with another guy would just be something else we enjoyed together. I could tell she had been getting closer to it for quite some time but I also knew it would be with the time and person of her choosing, now it looked like she had followed through on it
I followed her into the bedroom and stripped down to my underwear. I love to watch Sandy do just about anything because of her natural grace and watching her undress is one of my favorite things. It's always very methodical. First, she removes her top and hangs it up, then the skirt or pants and finally her bra, if she is wearing one, and last of all her panties. All the time she is undressing, she is watching my face because it really turns her on to be watched.
She carefully hung the red sweater in the closet and then turned to me as she unzipped the slacks. Sandy has a hard time buying slacks because she has the tiny waist of a teenager and the firm ass of a 30-something so she has them all custom made.
"What guy have you been with today?" I asked, feeling my penis swell after looking at her angry red breasts.
She slipped the slacks off, smiled and said said, "You assume I've been with 'a guy'."
"Yeah," I said, "I don't think another woman would be this rough on you and I know you didn't do it yourself. So who was the guy?."
Sandy kept the little smile on her face as she hung the slacks in the closet. "Just be patient," she said. All she had on now were some bikini cut dove gray panties with an embroidered pattern on them. "I've never seen those panties before," I said.
"I know." She smiled again," I bought them a while back and I've been saving them for a special occasion and today was a special occasion. Do you want to hear about it?" She asked.
"Of course! You know you know I want to hear everything." I was now naked and I had a raging hard on that I could pound nails with.
"Okay," she said, "Let me finish getting undressed and then go at my speed and tell the story my way. Promise not to get impatient? "
I sighed knowing she was in control.
"This is going to be the tricky part, " she said as she slipped a thumb in the hips of her panties and slowly wiggled them over her hips and over her prominent mound. The crotch of the panties remained stuck to her crotch. As she carefully pulled the thin material loose, I saw several layers of tissue in the crotch of her panties that were also stuck to her body.
"I have so much cum in me," she said looking me in the eye, 'All I could do were put some tissues in my panties to absorb some of it so it did not leak out onto my slacks and then hurry home. I've never seen so much semen before, " she explained as she separated the tissue and removed her underwear, then pulled the sopping tissues loose and tossed them in the commode. I watched fascinated a drop of cum came off her pussy and dribbled down her leg.
I held out my arms for her but she stood beside the bed, legs slightly spread hands on her hips. "Remember our agreement? She asked? "What you promised me you would do if I went to bed with another man?