Sandra Barker was in what she had always described as a "frisky" mood. She had turned 30 last week and for her it was devastating. She knew deep down that she was not, by any means old but it was still, for her, a negative milestone. As a result she had been all over Wayne for the past 8 days. They had always had an active sex life but for them, active was 2 maybe 3 times a week. Since last Tuesday they had had sex every single night. Wayne was actually starting to complain.
"Baby, what's come over you," Wayne had inquired last night, " I mean I love it, you know I do but I'm afraid we're gonna wear it out."
"I thought you were enjoying yourself," Sandy said, "don't I still turn you on? Sandy asked.
"Oh, c'mon Sandy," he replied, "I get turned on by that body of yours as much as ever and you know it."
Actually, Sandy did know it. She was starting to realize that Wayne had hit the nail right on the head. She was beginning to think that maybe she didn't turn guys on like she used to. Sandy was 5 ft. 6 in. tall. She had ash blonde hair which she frequently wore in a ponytail. When she did that she didn't look a day over 24-25. She had more than average breasts 38D and a killer ass. She was unusually pretty and turned heads wherever she went. She had absolutely no reason to feel insecure.
Sandy was a clerical worker for the local water department and would get hit on frequently. One particular co-worker was very persistent even though he was well aware that she was married. There was no way that she would get involved with Charlie. He was an honest to goodness asshole. For that matter, she had no intention of getting involved with anyone other than her husband.
Wayne was reclining in the big wide recliner that he enjoyed relaxing in before dinner. Sandy squeezed in beside him and placed her hand on his crotch.
"So tell me lover," Sandy cooed in his ear, "are you saying you don't want any pussy tonight?"
It was unusual for Sandy to use that word for her female anatomy. She was definitely no prude but she just didn't use that kind of language. Wayne had been startled recently by that fact.
"You know I never turn that down," Wayne said, as he nuzzled her cheek. "I love you Sandy, and I want you just as much as ever."
"Mmmm," Sandy said, "you better say that. You better mean it too,' she laughed. "Now, I need to get dinner finished," with that she kissed her husband and jumped to her feet, heading for the kitchen. As she walked to the kitchen she said over her shoulder, maybe you need to get someone to help you out in the bedroom sweetie," she said with a chuckle.
Wayne's breath caught as she said that. He had had an incredible fantasy for several years now it had been his fantasy to see someone else fucking his wife. He had never dreamed that maybe it could be her fantasy too.
Sandy called to him from the kitchen, telling him that the dinner was on the table.
As Wayne entered the kitchen, he decided he would try to capitalize on what had just been said between them. He screwed up his courage and blurted out, how about we pursue what you were talking about honey. What if we plan on bringing someone else into the bedroom?"
Nothing was said for several seconds.
"Let me tell you something," if you think that I'm gonna spread my legs for some clown that you bring into this house you've got another think coming," she said angrily.
"OK, fine," Wayne said defensively, "I mean you're the one that mentioned it."
Wayne and Sandy enjoyed their meal as Sandy was very nearly a gourmet cook. Nothing more was said about fulfilling Wayne's fantasy. In fact, nothing much was said at all. He could sense that Sandy was clearly not happy with him for suggesting that she might want to fulfill his fantasy.
After the dishes were done Sandy announced that she was heading for the shower and then to bed.
"It's been a long day and I'm tired," she said as she walked out of the room.
Wayne sensed a frostiness in her comment.
Actually, it had been a long day Sandy thought. She had worked hard on an end-of-month report, rushed home, started dinner, did a load of wash and then finished up their evening meal. She really was tired.
Sandy adjusted the shower, turning it so that the water was really hot. She soaped up her sexy body and began to seriously wash it. When she washed her genitals she felt the familiar stirring of sexual pleasure. She didn't want to admit it to herself but when Wayne had mentioned his fantasy there was a certain excitement just thinking about it. Wonder who he had in mind if indeed he had anyone in mind. Finally she dropped all pretense. She placed the washcloth in the soap dish, spread her legs slightly and began to massage her clitoris lightly.
"Oh yessss," Sandy said softly to herself, it did in fact feel good, very good.
She found her thoughts drifting again to Wayne's fantasy. She was imagining someone driving his self into her, spreading her legs in an extreme manner, pushing himself deeply into her.
"Oh no," she thought, no way was she going to do something like that.
Sandy placed her foot up on the edge of the tub in order to open herself even more. She carefully balanced herself and inserted two fingers of her left hand into her pussy. She was so hot inside, hot and wet. She was rubbing vigorously now, feeling an impending orgasm. She stopped momentarily, turning so that she could lean her back up against the wall of the shower. She needed to gain some additional support. Her legs were already a little shaky from the excitement, she certainly didn't want to fall in the shower with her fingers up her snatch. She resumed playing with her pussy, again placing two fingers of her left hand up her love canal.
"Mmmm," Sandy whimpered, "oh hell," she whispered to herself, "oh I need to cum, I need to cum so bad."
Sandy was rubbing fiercely now, feeling her pussy juice running down her fingers, enjoying the slow throbbing of her vagina. It wouldn't be long now, not long at all.
Finally it started, the beginning of her powerful orgasm. It felt like sparks extending from her fingertips. She could hear the squish, squish, squish of her pussy now, the feeling of being on the edge of a cliff and ready to fall off, and then the trigger pulled.
"Oh God, oh God," she whimpered, "oh yes, oh fuck me, I don't care who you are, please just fuck me hard!", Sandy fantasized a scene with her mystery lover. She was amazed at the strength of her orgasm, her pussy was actually fluttering, spasming fiercely, cumming so very hard. Why was she cumming so hard she wondered, shoving from her mind the thought that she had actually been turned on by Wayne's suggestion.
Her breathing was at last returning to normal as she continued to relax against the back of the shower where the tiles were suddenly beginning to feel cold.
She got out of the shower, drying her body, still somewhat perplexed again upon thinking about how hot the shower and orgasm had been. Oh it was not like she had never masturbated in the shower before because she had. It's just that this time it was different. Much deeper, much more sensual and sexual, it actually had her a bit troubled.
When Wayne came up and checked to see if the shower was available he discovered that Sandy had been in bed for some time. He guessed that she was still a little pissed at him and by now was fast asleep. Sandy was, in fact, wide awake though feigning sleep as she didn't want to start anything with her husband. She was trying to figure out what was going on with herself. She couldn't get the idea of getting involved with someone else, even though under the approval and viewing of her husband, as something that she would be able to pull off. The startling thing was that even though she had indicated otherwise to her husband, she did really find the idea fascinating. With these thoughts in her head she finally drifted off to sleep.
Saturday morning dawned cloudy and threatening rain. It was a good morning to stay in bed. Sandy however was feeling guilty. She felt guilt because of the way that she had treated Wayne last night. She had given him a hard time about his suggestion and yet used the idea herself as a means of getting off in the shower.
She slipped quietly from the bed and silently left the room, descending the stairs and into the kitchen. She had decided that she would do something special for her husband to in some small way make it up to him. She checked the refrigerator and discovered that she still had half of a small carton of blueberries. She also had some buttermilk. She decided on made from scratch buttermilk- blueberry pancakes for Wayne, one of his absolute favorites.
She grabbed a package of little pig sausages from the fridge and added them to the menu. By the time the special breakfast was nearly done Wayne wandered into the kitchen.
"Mmm, what do I smell babe? That's the aroma of sausages I think," Wayne said.
"Yes sweetheart, that's exactly what it is," Sandy replied. "Look, I'll be honest with you Wayne, I treated you pretty shitty last night so I figured that I at least owed you a nice breakfast. I've also made buttermilk pancakes from scratch with fresh blueberries in them."
"Holy hell," Wayne snorted, this is unbelievable. At this rate, you can get pissed at me every day."
"No sweetie, I don't want to do that," Sandy replied, I hope that my meals that I fix every day for you are OK."
Wayne took her in his arms and kissed her powerfully on the lips.
"Sandy, everything that you do for me is great. You've never heard any complaints from me. The food is great, the house is clean and well let's face it, the sex is good too," Wayne growled.
Sandy kissed him back, flicking her tongue across his lips, then jumped back.
"Now, time for breakfast," she said.
Wayne was devouring his pancakes, complimenting her on almost a continuous basis about her cooking.
Sandy too was eating, but more slowly, almost contemplatively, trying to decide how to word the conversation she wanted to have with her husband.
"Umm, Wayne, honey there's something I wanted to say," Sandy began tentatively.
