Sandra and Stevie - A cuckold Soap Opera

I opened the door to Tyler Cummings town house and looked in. The party was in full swing. I already knew that of course, the blaring music that I heard as I walked up his front steps was a good clue.

"Hey Stevie come on in." It was Tyler He was an old friend from college. We had both graduated together two years earlier.

There were several other guys from our graduating class here also. We were a tight group in college and we kept in touch.

Tyler was in law school. Myself, I went to work as an investment counselor as soon as I got out of college. I seemed to have a real knack for researching new companies. I was making alot of money for both my clients and myself.

He noticed the four bottles of French red wine in my hand. "Hey good, I'm glad to see you remembered to bring some wine. We have a keg, but I know you have never been much of a beer man. You had better go open one of those bad boys up, then come on outside. Everybody is on the patio.

He pointed me to the bar and I made my way through the crowd. I stopped to greet some old friends. It was several minutes before I actually had a glass of wine in my hand.

It seemed like I had been hurrying all day. Actually you could make that all week. It was Friday evening and as I took a sip of wine, I realized that this was the first chance I had had to stop and take a breath for quite awhile.

I leaned against the wall. I just wanted to relax for a moment before I moved into party mode. I glanced around the room surveying the crowd. I was just thinking that I knew most of the guests when I noticed her.

She was a sultry dishwater blonde wearing a short denim miniskirt that just barely covered the cheeks of one really sexy ass. Her flimsy cotton crop top left her soft flat tummy fully exposed and just barely concealed her small breasts. I guessed she was about my age.

I watched her as she talked to the people around her. She liked to laugh. She was animated and alive as she spoke to people. She seemed to be a really fun permister.

I was completly captivated by her. I just stood there staring. I was acting like a complete fool.

Suddenly I realized that she was staring back at me.

Now I have to tell you, I am not a big time ladies man. I am short, only 5'7". I barely weigh in at 130 lbs. and my foster lady and her sister have been reminding me that I would have been "a really cute girl" since before I can remember.

I am hardly the big muscular jock that most beautiful women seem to be attracted to.

To make matters worse, I am not exactly well endowed in the genital area either. I have a little 3 inch peepee that makes most girls giggle when they first unzip my pants.

And thats not all. It gets worse. I get kind of nervous when I get in the sack with a girl, and I tend to have an orgasm quickly. I mean really quickly. Lots of times all a girl has to do is touch me and I shoot.

I only tell you this so that you can understand that I tend to get kind of shy around women, especially beautiful women. Women like the blonde who was now staring at me from across the room.

I really wished that I could have been cool. I imagined myself giving her a sly wink and a little nod. I would have loved to have been able to walk over to her say something really clever.

Sadly thats not me.

Instead, I got nervous and stared at the floor. After a moment, I looked back. She was gone. I started to glance around the room looking for her when I heard a voice behind me.

"Your kind of shy aren't you?"

I turned around. It was her. Now I was terrified. I sort of managed to stammer an answer as I stared at the floor. "Yeah I guess so."

She laughed. "You really are shy." then she took my hand. "Relax, I think your cute. "I'm Sandra Monroe."

Her touch and soothing voice relaxed me a little. "Hi sandra, I'm Stevie Wagner."

She playfully shook my hand. "Please to meet you Stevie. Hey, do you think you could rustle me up a glass of that wine you are takeing? I don't particularly like beer."

Sandra had a very easy going manner about her. Everytime she spoke, I relaxed just a little bit more.

"Oh yeah, sure, I'd love to. Wait here. I'll be right back."

"I won't move an inch."

I got Sandra a glass of wine and we started to chat. She knew Tyler from law school. She was also in her second year.

As we talked we found out that we had alot in common. We both grew up in the midwest, we liked watching football, we played golf, we liked classical music and we both read mystery books. Her favorite mystery author was Agatha Christie, mine was Rex Stout.

Time flew by. After awhile, Sandra said, "Stevie, I'm having a really good time with you, but its really noisy in here. would you like to go somewhere a little quieter?."

"Yes, yes I would love to. I'm having a really good time with you to Sandra. Where would you like to go?"

"Do you have a place?"

"Sure, I have a little apartment near old town."

"Wanna take me there?"

I was starting to get nervous again. "yeah okay. umm sure."

Sandra realized what was happening. She laughed an took my hand. "Cmon, I won't hurt you, but can I ride with you? I came with my roommate."

"Sure, of course, that would be really nice."

"Promise you will get me home?" She was laughing.

I was relaxing again. "Yeah, I promise."

"Give me a minute. I have to find Julie and tell her where I am going. I'll be right back. Don't move okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll stay right here."

I watched her weave through the crowd. She was beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her incredible ass.

As I waited for Sandra to return, I thought about the turn of events. I was stunned by my good fortune. I had just met a beautiful woman who not only seemed to like me, she actually wanted to go home with me.

As I thought about this, fear and nervousness crept back into my mind. There was still a potential for disaster. Sandra didn't as yet know how pathetic I was in bed. Secretly I was actually hoping that things might not get that far. Sex had become truamatic for me.

Sandra found this bleached blonde. I don't say things like this very often, but I have to say that she was really slutty looking. She talked to her for a minute. They both looked at me. She kissed her friend on the cheek and started back towards me.

When she got back to me, she took hold of my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Lets go."

As she passed the bar she grabbed an unopened bottle of wine. "You brought these didn't you?"

I nodded yes.

"Good, then we can take one. Most of these people are beer takeers anyway."

This is pornstar Liz Honey. I see Sandra as a beautiful and sexy woman much like Liz Honey

It was a short drive to my apartment. We found a parking place and went in. I was thankful that I had cleaned last night. The place looked good.

Sandra surveyed my humble home. "Very nice, you have wonderful taste. I love your oriental rugs. They must have cost a fortune."

I was about to mumble a thankyou, but before I could Sandra handed me the bottle of wine and said, "Open this and put on some music. I have to go potty."

She was in charge. I was kind of relieved. I had never been with a woman who took charge so quickly. I realized that I really liked it.

As I was opening the wine I heard Sandra's voice. "Hey I love the Degas prints in here."

I turned. She had left the bathroom door open. I could see her sitting on the toilet with her skirt pulled up to her waist and her little striped panties down around her ankles.

I realized I was staring. I turned away.

"Hey its okay, I'm not shy. You can look."

I turned back and watched as she took two squares of paper from the roll and dabbed at the lips of her pussy. She stood up, dropped the tissue into the toilet and flushed. She bent down to pull up her panties, I noticed that she was shaved.

She came out. I handed her a glass of wine. She held it up. "Cheers."

We both took a big sip.

"Hey lets look at your cd's."

We went to my stereo system. I had a selection of classical, jazz and blues.

Sandra flipped through the classical cd's and pulled out several mozart concertos and put them into the cd player. "These will be nice."

She took me by the hand and led me to the couch. We set our wine on the coffee table and sat down.

I sat at one end of the couch. Sandra sat down and immediately slid over next to me. She picked up my arm and pulled it around her shoulder as she snuggled in next to me.

Like I said, she was in charge.

We chatted quietly, sipped our wine and listened to the music.

I was in heaven.

Suddenly Sandra stopped talking. She set her wine glass down and took mine from my hand and also set it down. She turned to me, grabbed hold of my shirt, pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard on the lips.

"I really like you Stevie. I want to make love to you." She stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. "Lets go to the bedroom."

I was getting nervous again. I was so glad that she was taking charge, but I was worried about what she was about to discover and how she might take it.

In the bedroom, She pushed me onto the bed. This gorgeous woman then stood in front of me and began a slow seductive strip.

She started by looking me directly in the eyes as she pulled that flimsy cotton crop top over her head and exposed her small breasts.

She put her hands under them and sort of pushed them together. "Look at my tits Stevie. Do you like them? They're not very big, but I think I have nice nipples." As she said this she took each nipple in her fingers and began to twist them."

She started to tease me. "Would you like to do this Stevie? Want to play with Sandra's nipples. Take off your shirt. Show me your nipples." she laughed, "You can play with mine if I can play with yours."

As I took off my shirt, Sandra undid her jeans skirt and let it fall to her ankles.

She stepped out of it and stood in front of me wearing only her little stripped panties.

"Take your pants off Stevie." There was no question about who was in charge. I would have done anything she told me to do.

I kicked my pants off and sat in front of her in my boxer shorts.

Sandra pulled her panties down stepped out of them and made one complete turn showing me all of her nude body including that gorgeous ass. "You like?"

"Yes I like very much. Your beautiful."

"Your sweet."

She pushed me back on the bed and pulled off my boxer shorts. She looked at my cock. All three inches stood erect.

This was the moment of truth. I have had women put their clothes on and leave at this point.

Sandra stared for a moment, then smiled. "Its really small, but don't worry baby, its okay. I know lots of fun games.

I felt a great sense of relief. Sandra laid down on top of me, took my hand and put it between her legs. She was really wet. This was a woman that was ready for sex.

As I started to massage her wet cunt, Sandra took my little cock in her hands and started to stroke me. I wanted to tell her to stop. I wanted to scream at her to stop. Sadly, I didn't have time. I felt that familiar feeling as my cock stiffened. I was powerless to stop what I knew was about to happen. A little dribble of semen suddenly spurted from my tiny penis and made a mess all over Sandra's hand.

She stopped and looked first at her hand and then at my softening cock. I was frozen with fear. I was certain that she was going to get dressed and leave.

She didn't. Instead she smiled at me and put her fingers to her lips and licked my cum off of them.

When she finished licking her fingers, she rolled over onto her back and pushed herself up on the bed so that her head was on my pillows.

Sandra spread her legs wide, fully exposing her wet cunt to my view. She pushed my face to her crotch and said, "Go down on me Stevie. Eat my pussy."

For the next hour I made oral love to this beautiful woman. I kissed her, I licked her, I sucked on her clit. I experimented. I did things that made her moan and I did things that made her pull back. I figured out what she liked. I learned how to give her pleasure.

After her fourth orgasm, she grabbed my hair and pulled me away from her. "Enough, That was wonderful." She pulled me to her. My face glistened with her juices. She kissed me. "You are a wonderful lover Stevie."

I laid next to her full of pride. No woman had ever said that to me. I was madly in love. I had also learned something else. I felt like I was born to eat pussy. This was my very first time, and I loved it.

Sandra looked at me. "Can I stay with you tonight? I mean if you want to you can take me home, but I would love to relax with you, Could I"

I wanted to scream out yes but I controlled myself. "Sandra, I would love to have you stay the night. I would love that more than anything in the world."

She smiled and kissed me.

We got under the covers and snuggled up to each other.

Sandra fell arelax quickly.

I laid next to her for awhile and watched her relax. She was beautiful.

She had told me that I was a wonderful lover. As I fell arelax, I felt pride in the fact that tonight I had satisfied a woman.

Sandra's cute striped panties

This is off to a mighty fine start!

Thanks Thats high praise coming from you.

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We slept in. The bright sun from my south window finally woke us.

My eyes opened before Sandra's. I laid quietly holding her in my arms. I watched her as she gradually moved from relax to conciousness.

She opened her eyes, recognized where she was and smiled at me. "Good morning lover."

She kissed me. At first it was just a good morning kiss, but it quickly became more passionate.

I had an erection, but I didn't care. I knew what I wanted to do. I now knew how to satisfy my woman. I slid my lips to Sandra's breasts. I suckled on her nipples for a few moments, then moved on. My next stop was her cute little belly button. She giggled as I tickled her with my tongue. Still, this was not my final destination.

As my tongue approached her crotch, Sandra gently pushed me away and sat up. "Maybe I should go shower first."

I looked up at her with a questioning expression.

"I don't feel too clean down there right now."

I thought about this for a moment. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to taste Sandra right then. She was my love. She was my goddess. I worshipped her. There was nothing that her body could produce that would ever be unwholesome or unsavory to me. I was willing to feast on this woman at any time.

I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, I'll make you very clean down there."

Sandra laughed out loud. "Are You offering me maid service?. I think I like this. Do I have a kinky little boyfriend? Oh I hope so." She took my face in her hands and held it firmly as she looked into my eyes. "Stevie Do you want to be my little maid and clean my pussy for me?" She laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, she was just having fun. She was teasing me. We were playing a game.

She laughed again. "Oh I think that this might be fun"

While she was saying this, I kept hearing the word boyfriend. Sandra had called me her boyfriend. I didn't even dare to hope that she might have meant it seriously. Still it was all I could think about. At that moment I would have played any game in the world with her.

She slid to the foot of the bed and put her feet on the floor.

"Kneel between my legs."

Sandra took complete control. I didn't have to speak. I only had to comply with her commands.

I got off the bed and did as I was told.

She smiled at my obedience. "You are a good little boy aren't you. Lets see just how good you can be."

She lifted her right foot off the ground and extended her leg. As she pushed the sole of her foot towards my face, she gave me an order. "Kiss it."

Sandra's foot was tiny and delicate. Her skin was smooth and soft. Her toenails were painted a crimmister red.

I took a deep breath and cradled that delicate little appendage in my hands. I planted several soft kisses on the sole of her foot.

Sandra sighed as she felt my lips touch her. She started to whisper. "Oh baby, that feels so nice. Kiss my toes now."

She laid back. Her hand moved between her legs. She started to finger herself as I continued.

I was mesmerized. I gave each of her cute little toes a gentle kiss.

"Now my ankle. Kiss my ankle for me."

Her eyes were closed. She wasn't watching me, she was reacting to the touch of my tongue.

I kissed the top of her foot and then the inside of her ankle.

"Now my knee. Kiss the inside of my knee."

I was beginning to understand her plan. She was slowly guiding me to that wonderful pleasure spot between her legs.

I carefully placed her foot back on the floor before I continued my journey. As my lips worked their way up her leg to her knee. I realized that I was having trouble maintaining my concentration on my duties. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy. I wanted to pleasure her with my tongue and I wanted to do it now. But Sandra had one last stop for me.

"Now the inside of my thigh. I want to feel your lips on the inside of my thigh."

I was able to plant just one soft kiss before Sandra lost her control and grabbed me by the hair. She held my face up and rubbed here moist fingers against my lips.

"Can you taste my pussy Stevie? It needs to be cleaned. I want you to clean it for me baby. I want you to do a really good job cleaning it for me."

Both of us were acutely aware of the sexual tension that was building. We were both enjoying this little game.

I did exactly as I was told. That was my part in this play. My duty was to respond to the whim of my lover.

Last night, I started my oral love making by kissing the lips of Sandra's cunt. That wasn't how I started this morning. My instructions weren't to kiss Sandra's cunt, my orders were to clean it.

I started by licking the smooth skin to the right side of her pussy lips. Slowly, I worked my way down to the base of her cunt. I lingered on that little patch of skin between the bottom of Sandra's vagina and the beginning of her ass. As I lingered there, I had a strong desire to go lower. I can't really explain why, but for some reamister I found the idea of exploring Sandra's ass with my tongue to be incredibly erotic.

I didn't do it. I chickened out. I was afraid that Sandra would think I was some kind of perv.

As my tongue moved away from her ass on its journey up the left side of her pussy, I would swear that I almost heard a sigh of disappointment from Sandra.

When I reached the top of Sandra's cunt I placed my mouth over her clitoris and gave it a soft wet tongue bath

I could feel Sandra's muscles tighten from the pleasure she was feeling.

We were both becoming increasingly excited. The game was becoming less important. It was time for pleasure. I moved my tongue to that wet crevass between her lips and started a long firm lick down to the base of her sex.

When I reached the bottom of Sandra's cunt, my tongue was again treading that thin boundary between her pussy and her ass. I was on my knees on the floor between Sandra's legs. I could see her little anus tucked in the crevass between her cheeks. It was so inviting. I was fascinated with the idea of tasting her there.

I started to make circles with my tongue in that little space between Sandra's cunt and her ass. Each circle became a little bit larger and brought me a little bit closer to my goal.

On my third circle, Sandra suddenly pulled her feet up off of the floor and put them on the bed. This raised her hips, spread her ass cheeks apart and placed her asshole directly in front of my face.

"Do it Stevie. I can tell you want to. I want you to do it. I want to know what it feels like. Please do it for me. Even just a kiss would be so hot."

That was all the prompting I needed. I placed my lips against Sandra's asshole and kissed her.

She sighed with pleasure as she felt my lips make contact.

Her fingers moved to her clitoris. She started to masturbate herself as I continued to kiss her puckered little hole.

"Oh baby that feels so nice. I love having my ass kissed. Use your tongue baby. Give my asshole a French kiss."

I pushed my tongue out. I took my first taste of Sandra's asshole. I can't really explain why, but at that moment I realized that I could be happy spending the rest of my life on my knees licking this woman's ass.

"Oh yes! Stevie that is so hot. Lick my asshole. Push your tongue into me. Deeper! I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to taste me."

Sandra was rubbing her clit the whole time she was saying this and suddenly she screamed at the top of her voice as her body erupted into an orgasm that was so intense that I was actually afraid that something might be wrong.

I pulled my tongue out of her and waited. Her orgasm lasted for almost a full minute. Finally, her muscles relaxed and her body went limp. She laid still for a few moments. I wasn't sure what to do.

I pulled myself up on the bed next to her and asked, "Sandra are you okay?"

She smiled at me and sat up. "Stevie, I am wonderful."

"Do you want me to go back down on you?"

"No sweetie, that orgasm took alot out of me. I think I need a little break." She closed her eyes and laid back down on the bed.

I sat quietly next to her and watched her for several minutes. She was relaxed, serene and happy.

Finally she looked at me and smiled. She sat up and kissed me. As she kissed me she reached down and took my tiny penis in her fingers and started to stroke me. It only took three strokes before I felt the familiar tingle in my loins and the little dribble of semen gushed out onto Sandra's fingers.

Just as she did last night, Sandra brought her fingers to her lips and started to lick them clean, only this morning she stopped.

She got a very wicked look in her eyes, put her clean hand behind my head and held me still while she pushed her cummy fingers into my mouth.

"Here's your final cleanup job. Lick my fingers nice and clean Stevie. Lick all of your cum off of them."

"Can you taste my pussy Stevie? It needs to be cleaned. I want you to clean it for me baby. I want you to do a really good job cleaning it for me."

Sandra kissed me and said, "What a wonderful way to start a day, but now we have to get moving."

As I watched Sandra stand up and start for the bathroom, an overwhelming sense of sadness came over me.

Sandra stopped when she noticed my expression. "Hey whats the matter babydoll?"

"Nothing."

She came back and sat down next to me again. "Tell me whats wrong sweetie."

"Well its just that I am afraid I am not satisfying you."

She laughed. "Baby I just had the most wonderful orgasm of my entire life."

"Yes, but we didn't, well you know, we didn't make love."

"Honey we just made love for over an hour and a half."

"Yes but we didn't, you know, do it."

She laughed again. "Oh you mean we didn't fuck." She took me in her arms and held me. "Honey I can find guys with big cocks to fuck me any time I want. A sensitive lover like you is really rare." She kissed me on the forehead. "I think you are a wonderful lover." She kissed me again. "All better now?"

I smiled at her. She was wonderful. Her words made me confident again. I was a wonderful lover. In my mind I kept hearing her words over and over again, I was a wonderful lover. I was a wonderful lover.

It would be several weeks before I was to learn that there was a completely different way to interpret what Sandra had just said to me.

She stood up and ran into the bathroom. Just like last night, she left the door open. I watched as she sat down on the toilet. As she was peeing she said, "Get dressed. You need to drive me home so that I can shower and get some clean clothes."

She finished peeing, wiped her pussy and stood up. "I need to go to the law library for a couple hours this afternoon. I have to study."

She bent over and picked up her panties. As she was putting them on she said, "I really like you alot Stevie." She paused. "I think you like me to." I want to see you again really soon. Will you take me to dinner tonight?"

I was overjoyed. "I would love to take you to dinner tonight." I paused for a moment and mustered all of my courage. "Sandra, your right. I really like you alot."

"Come here Stevie. Take me in your arms. Kiss me."

We kissed for several seconds. Finally Sandra broke it off. "Now we have to get busy."

We finished dressing and I drove her to her apartment. We agreed that I would pick her up this evening at 7:30. I was to make an 8:00 dinner reservation at The Kensington Grill.

"Honey I can find guys with big cocks to fuck me any time I want. A sensitive lover like you is really rare."

Her words made me confident again. I was a wonderful lover

It would be several weeks before I was to learn that there was a completely different way to interpret what Sandra had just said to me.

After I dropped Sandra off, I went downtown to one of our city's most exclusive jewlery stores. I was already in love. I wanted to buy Sandra a gift.

It didn't take long to find what I wanted. It was a white gold necklace studded with diamonds and rubies. It was expensive, very expensive. I didn't care. I made alot of money. As I was making my purchase, the saleslady pointed out the matching earrings. I bought those to. They were also expensive.

I went home and called for a dinner reservation. When I completed that task, I sat down and turned on the college football game. It was 3:00. I had the rest of the afternoon to *******. Sometimes, the passage of time can be painfully slow.

AT 6:00 I started to get ready. I moved slowly trying to use up as much time as possible. At 7:00 I tied my tie and put on my sport jacket. I grabbed my gift and went to my car.

I took the long way to Sandra's. I pulled up in front of her apartment at 7:28. At 7:30 I rang her bell.

Sandra opened the door. She as wearing a black sequined top, black panties, fishnet nylon stockings and black patent leather spike heeled pumps.

She was gorgeous.

I managed to stammer out, "You look beautiful."

She smile and kissed me on the cheek."Your sweet, please come in. I'm almost ready, I just have to put on my skirt."

I held up my gift. "I bought you something today."

"Really? Can I open it now?"

"Yes, please."

I watched her remove the wrapping paper and open the jewelry box. She took out the necklace."

"Its beautiful. Stevie, are these stones real?"

I nodded yes.

"Sweetheart, this must have cost you a fortune. I can't accept a gift like this."

I smiled. "Yes you can. I make lots of money. I can easily afford this. But listen,Its hard for me to say things to other people, especially women, especially beautiful women like you. I guess that this is my way of telling you how much I like you."

Sandra laughed. "For a guy who can't talk to women, you just did a pretty good job. Okay, you win. Stevie I love this necklace. It's beautiful. Its the most beautiful piece of jewelry that I have ever owned." She laughed. "You know that your spoiling me." She laughed more. "I love guys who spoil me." She leaned over. As she kissed me she whispered into my ear, "I think that I am going to have to be really naughty with you tonight."

I reached into my pocket and took out the small box with the earrings. " Oh by the way, These go with it."

She took the box and opened it. "Oh Stevie you are wonderful. Can I wear these tonight?"

"I wish you would."

She held up the necklace and turned around. "Do the clasp for me."

I hooked the necklace. It looked really nice on her.

She took off the earrings she had been wearing and put on the earrings I had just given her.

She looked at me."You like?"

"Yes, very much."

"Give me a minute." Sandra slipped her skirt on. She quickly checked herself in the full length mirror and said, "There, I'm ready now."

As we walked to the door, she stopped and picked up a small overnight bag. "I hope you don't mind, I am bringing a bag with some extra clothes and my toothbrush. I am kind of hoping that I get to spend the night with you again."

"I am kind of hoping you will to."

Sandra and her new necklace

The Kensington Grill is an institution in our community. Celebrities, politicians and businesspeople all frequent the restaurant.

It has been open for over 70 years and yet it is still very chic. It is also very expensive.

The maitre d seated us at a table near the fireplace. Our waiter followed quickly and we ordered martini's. We sipped our takes as we chatted and surveyed the menu.

We asked for a second round of martini's When we placed our dinner orders. I also ordered a bottle of wine.

We talked and drank. Our appetizers came. Sandra told me about her life, I told her about mine. Time passed quickly. The wine was opened. As we drank more holy water, the conversation became even more relaxed and easy. We got to know each other.

We finished our dinners. We finished the bottle of wine. The Waiter asked us about dessert. Both of us were full. We ordered cognacs.

As we lingered over the cognac, Sandra looked at me and said, "Stevie I have enjoyed this weekend as much as any weekend I can remember. I have never been with a man who makes me feel like you make me feel.

I started to say something, but Sandra held up her hand and stopped me. "No let me finish."

"I mean, I really enjoy being with you. Your really alot of fun. I feel like I could sit and talk with you all night long. I think that in addition to being lovers, you and I are also becoming really good friends. I really like that."

I smiled and said, "I really like that to."

But theres something else to. Your the first guy I've gone out with who really treats me like I'm something special. I really like that Stevie. You put me up on a pedastal. You make me feel like I'm kind of superior."

I didn't really know what to say, so I just smiled.

Also, most guys I know have to be in control. Most of the guys that I date always want me to be submissive." She paused for a minute then started to laugh. "I guess do kind of like that. A really hot masculine guy who takes charge gets me really wet between my legs." She stopped for a moment to collect her thoughts. "But sometimes, its nice to have it different."

She started laughing. "I mean, I really like that kind of guy, but they're easy to find. I know that I can always get one of those when I need one."

She stopped again and thought some more. "Sometimes I want to be the dominant one. Sometimes I want to be the one in control. Stevie, you don't seem to mind if I take control. I like that Stevie. I like the fact that you will let me be in control. I like the fact that you will let me be the dominant one in our relationship."

I must have looked kind of confused. I know that I was confused. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of what she was saying to me. It didn't help that both of us were more than just a little bit tipsy.

She took my hand and looked me in the eyes. "Baby what I'm trying to say is that I like you a lot. I think I might be falling in love with you."

All of the sudden everything she had just said became irrelevant. I only heard one phrase. -I think I might be falling in love with you.- My heart soared.

I held her gaze and squeezed her hand. "Sandra, I think I'm falling in love with you to."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

We silently held hands for a moment.

Sandra was the first to break the spell. "Stevie, I really liked it when you licked my ass this morning."

I had enough holy water in me that Sandra's rather foreward comment didn't disarm me too badly. In fact, I have to say that it kind of got me aroused.

"I liked doing it."

"I was hoping you did."

"You know when you did it it made me feel really powerful. It made me kind of feel like you were submitting to me. Did it make you feel that way? When you kissed my ass this morning were you submitting to me Stevie."

My first thought was that there was no question that two large martini's, a half a bottle of wine and a cognac certainly loosen up Sandra's inhibitions.

I wasn't sure exactly what to say. For a moment I had a little debate with myself. Now I'm not going to try to tell you that I have never had thoughts about submitting to dominant women before this. Frankly,its been a pretty common masturbation fantasy for me since I was about 19. Still, its a big step to go from having a secret fantasy to revealing that fantasy to anyone, especially the woman your falling in love with.

I had to admit that I really did have fun this morning and the idea of being sexually submissive to Sandra was pretty exciting to me. Deep down inside, I knew that I really wanted to bare all of my secrets to this woman.

It was also true that she was 100 percent correct. In my mind that was exactly what I was doing this morning.
I swallowed hard. The holy water gave me the courage I needed.

"Yes Sandra, that is exactly what I was thinking when I did that this morning."

She smiled. "Really? Oh baby, that is so hot."

She leaned across the table. In a low whisper she said, "Baby doll, I'm feeling like a really naughty girl right now. I want to take you home and make you my bitch. I want to ride your face while you eat my pussy and lick my asshole."

Now I may have a tiny little dick, but at that moment it sure was hard.

"I think I had better find our server and settle our bill."

Sandra smiled a kind of wicked smile. "Baby doll, Give me your credit card. I want to pay the bill with the waiter."

One of the things that I was to learn about Sandra is that she loves sex games and she gets right into playing them.

I handed her my credit card and said, "Go for it Mistress Sandra."

She laughed and said, "Oh my. I think that this might turn out to be a really kinky evening."

She turned and surveyed the restaurant. She spotted our server and called to him. He came right over. He was a bit confused. He seemed to think that I was the one who should have summoned him.

"Is everything all right Madam?"

"Yes everything is fine. We would like our check."

"Yes of course, right away madam."

Sandra was in charge now.

The waiter returned. She gave the bill a quick glance and handed him my credit card.

When the waiter returned she took the credit card bill, added a tip to it and signed it.

She passed it back to the waiter and stood. "Come Stevie dear, Its time for us to go home."

As we walked away from the table, I asked Sandra whose name she signed. She smiled at me and said, "Yours."

As we were leaving the restaurant, Sandra noticed a hallway that led to a private dining room that was not in use on this particular evening.

Suddenly she grabbed me by the neck tie and said, "Follow me".

She led me down the hallway and into the dining room. As she closed the door behind her she pushed me to my knees, lifted her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties away from her crotch.

"Eat me. Eat my pussy right here bitchboy."

I was a little shocked and a little nervous. This was by far the wildest thing that I had ever done in my rather conservative life.

I started kissing and licking Sandra's cunt. It took about me about 5 minutes to bring her to an orgasm.

I was a little worried because Sandra tends to be kind of a screamer when she cums, but she was able to keep herself under enough control that we avoided making a scene.

When we were done, we ran to the valet parking booth and retrieved my car. As we drove out of the parking lot, we both broke out laughing.

notes:

If there is a Kensington Grill somewhere in the world, I ask them to please excuse me. The choice of the name was purely random.

Also, I am sure that some of you are going to be raising the question about how it could be at all possible that Stevie might miss Sandra's rather overt reference to the fact that she intended to keep seeing other men.

I have three answers. First of all, the holy water had them both a little confused. Secondly, I do believe that we often hear only what we want to hear. Finally, it makes for a better story.

GH

In the car we talked a little about what we were going to do when we got home. I told Sandra about some of my fantasies regarding dominant women and she told me about some of the things that she was thinking about.

When we got to my apartment, Sandra sat in my easy chair. I was about to sit on the couch when she snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor at her feet.

"Kneel there." As I knelt down at her feet, she began. "Stevie, we need to establish a few ground rules. First and foremost, tonight, you are not my equal. You are subservient to me in all ways. Is that perfectly clear and acceptable? If it is not you must tell me now and our evening will end."

Well it was very acceptable to me and the last thing I wanted was for this wonderful evening to end.

"Yes Sandra, I accept that."

"Good. Now I will address you in any manner I choose." she paused to think. "Let me see, how should you address me? That mistress stuff is kind of hackneyed. I think you should call me Ms. Monroe. Yes, I like that. For the rest of the night, you are to call me Ms. Monroe." she looked at me. "Is that acceptable?'

"Yes Ms. Monroe."

"Very good. Now, we are going to have to do some experimenting to find the things that we think are fun and the things we don't like."

Sandra laughed. "This is easy for me. I am going to demand that you do all the things that get me hot."

She grabbed my face and held it firmly as she spoke. "Let there be no question about this, my pleasure is going to be of foremost importance tonight. Your pleasure will mainly be derived from pleasuring me. Do you understand?"

I tried to nod my head yes as she held it.

Sandra smiled and let go of me. "But obviously, I really want this to be fun for both of us so I think that we need a code so you can tell me when your having fun and when your not having fun." She thought for a moment. "I like that, a little code and I know just what it should be."

She looked at me intently. "Listen carefully. If I am doing something that you really like. Something that you really want me to pursue, I want you to beg me not to do it. Hearing you begging me to stop will get me really turned on. But if I am doing something that hurts you or you find unpleasant." She stopped. "Now bear in mind, part of the fun is that I am going to make you do some unpleasant things, but if you really don't want me to do something or if I am inflicting too much pain, use the word dull. Will this work for you Stevie?"

I looked up at Sandra and said, "Please Ms. Monroe I beg you not to call me names." She smiled. I continued. "I understand your code very well. I will use the word dull if I really need to, but only if I really need to.

"Alright wimp, enough talk." Sandra stood up. "Undress me."

Our first evening of kinky sex began. Some of the things we tried got us both really hot. Some of the games we tried made us both laugh.

Sandra's code kind of worked, but the truth was that we weren't doing anything that was all that bizarre so we really didn't need a code. It did get to be pretty hot when I would start begging Sandra not to do something that I was really enjoying and she would pretend to be a really ruthless bitch and "power" me do it anyway.

We finished the evening with me laying on my back on the bed and Sandra riding my face. This was really good position for her, because she got to control where I had my tongue. If she rocked forward I was licking her cunt and if she rocked back I was licking her ass. I brought her to three orgasms while we were doing that. After her last orgasm, she leaned forward, took my cock in her fingers and stroked me off. As usual it took about three strokes and I came all over her fingers. This time however, she didn't lick up any of my cum. She simply put her messy fingers into my mouth and had me do all of the cleaning by myself.

When I was done, we both collapsed into each others arms. It had been a very big day for both of us. We were tired and we needed to relax.

When I kissed Sandra goodnight, she whispered into my ear. "I love you Stevie. I want to stay with you. I think I want to stay with you forever."

I gently kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you to Sandra and I would love to stay with you forever."

Come here wimpboy

Take my panties off so you can give me a kiss.

You know where I want it.

The next three weeks were wonderful. Sandra did partially move in with me, but she kept her half of her apartment with Julie because it was so close to the law school.

She spent three nights a week with me and the other four staying with Julie. She told me that those were her study nights.

As far as I was concerned, our sex life was wonderful. Some nights we had "kinky sex" and some nights we just made love in our usual way.

Sandra and I continued to get to know each other and we were indeed becoming very close friends. We started playing golf together on Saturday afternoons and since it was September, we watched the NFL on Sundays.

We also started to socialize with Bill and Cindy Johanmister.

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 really willing to give it him. He was a good friend of mine and I really didn't need the money.

Anyway, 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. Sandra had mentioned that she and Tyler frequently studied together, so I assumed that 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. I 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 rang again.

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.

"Thanks Stevie. Hey listen buddy, I'd invite you in but this isn't really a 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, thats 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."

"What, you were studying and you spilled some food on your clothes and so you had to put everything in the washer and study naked?"

I looked at Ty. "I thought you were my friend."

He laughed. "You are my friend, but listen Stevie. Sandra and I met during the opening week of law school. We have been fuck buddies for the last two years. We get together at least twice a week just to fuck." 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 4 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. I just couldn't. 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.


To be Continued

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 had 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 permisteral 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 pics 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 wasn't feeling sad. In fact, my feelings were almost the exact opposite. I was getting really turned on. It didn't seem right to me and I was completely baffled by it, but there was no question, I had an erection.

I enlarged another picture. This beautiful blonde who looked just like Sandra was holding this guys huge cock and licking the shaft.

Ty and I lived in the same dormitory in college. I have 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 one that showed Sandra (the woman who looked like Sandra) licking the shaft of Ty's huge cock.

The second pic 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 really turned on.

I unzipped my pants, took out my little cock 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 ecstacy, 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 relax and a new day would help me understand all of this.

In the first pic she was licking Ty's huge cock.

In the second pic her expression seemed to be saying, I am your dominant girlfriend. This is my right wimpboy

Dynapro

Thanks. A story like this one takes alot of effort to write. I appreciate your feedback.

More coming tonight and this weekend.

GH

the next morning I allowed myself to relax in for an extra hour. I really didn't want to take the day off. I needed to go to to the office. I had to try to get my mind off of Sandra.

I also had alot of work to do.

Early in this story I briefly alluded to what I do for a living. I work for an investment firm. You could say that I am a stockbroker, but that really wouldn't be accurate.

I was hired as a stockbroker, but my firm quickly learned that I had other talents. You might say that I am an investment researcher. I start by reading medical, pharmaceutical and technical journals. I'm searching for people making new discoveries and creating new products.

When I find an interesting group of people I start to investigate them. I try to find answers to key questions. How well organized are they. How much management s******* do they have. How good is their idea. Do they have enough financial resources to get off the ground. When I find a group that looks promising, I put them on a watch list.

I currently have 124 separate groups on this watch list. I regularly monitor their progress and alert and advise my associates when these companies become viable investment opportunities.

The first task I had when I got into work on Friday morning was to check on the progress of Bentine Pharmaceuticals.

Bentine was potentially the best find of my career. I read about them in a pharmaceutical journal about a year ago. They had discovered a new pain reliever. Their first studies were incredibly encouraging. There was a possibility that this was a miracle have.

I put them on my watch list. Nine months ago the company went public. The first stock offering was at $4.00 per share. I advised our clients to invest.

I also invested. Now I may be young, but I work hard. By the time I graduated from college I had bought, rehabed and sold 4 houses. I also owned 3 apartment buildings. I currently live in one of them.

I had resources. I decided that Bentine was a really good gamble. I borrowed money and liquidated assets. I raised over $400,000 and invested it all in Bentine. I permisterally bought a 100,000 shares.

I am not the only permister that does what I do. Within 3 weeks the price of Bentine stock hit $30.00 per share. When it got to $34.00 I sold 15,000 shares and paid off my debts. The stock leveled off at that price and has stayed there for the last 8 months.

Three months ago the company submitted the data on their pain reliever, now commonly referred to as Bentine, to the FDA. They are seeking the right to manufacture and sell it.

FDA approval is expected within the next two weeks. If Bentine is approved, the company becomes very stable and the mutual funds will move in. The price of Bentine stock will sky rocket and I will have made many of my firm's clients and myself very rich people.

I checked the news releases and the Bentine Pharmaceutical web site. There was still no word. The answer from the FDA was still expected soon, but no one was exactly sure how soon.

I turned my attention to other projects. I was scheduled to visit a new tech company in Dallas next week. I was just opening their file when my telephone rang.

"Stevie, this is Cindy. We have been trying to reach you. Are you okay? Sandra called us last night and told us what happened. Stevie, Bill and I are both so sorry. Were really worried about you. Are you okay?"

"Cindy, slow down. Yes, I'm okay. I'm feeling pretty sad right now. but don't worry about me. I'm a pretty tough guy. I'll get through this."

"Stevie, we know you will but Bill and I are still worried."

"Well thanks, I appreciate your concern, but I'll be all right."

"Stevie, Sandra came to our house last night. She's really broken up about this. She really likes you."

"Yeah well it appears that she really likes Ty Cummings and alot of other guys to."

"I know Stevie. She's no angel, and she really hurt you, but she spent alot of time crying at our house last night."

"Hey I spent some time crying last night to."

I understand. Your hurt and your mad. I don't blame you. I just want you to know that she feels really bad to."

"Thanks Cindy. I appreciate your concern."

"Stevie, Bill and I are having a little dinner party next Tuesday. We want you to be there. We really want to see you. Can you make it?"

I looked at my calendar. I was relieved to see that I was scheduled to be in Dallas Tuesday night. I liked Bill and Cindy, but I wasn't quite ready for a dinner party.

"Hey Cindy, I would love to, but I'm scheduled to be in Dallas Tuesday night on business. Sorry, maybe another time."

"Okay, but well miss you. I'll have Bill call you. Maybe the two of you can play golf this weekend."

"I would love that Cindy. Have him give me a call."

"I will. Bye Stevie"

"Bye Cindy."

I hung up the telephone and went back to work.

I worked quickly and got out of the office by 3:00. I was at the golf course by 3:30 and got in nine holes before it got dark.

Saturday and Sunday I played 36 holes each day. It was a good healthy way to keep my mind off of Sandra. Cindy did let Bill out of the house and my first 18 holes on Sunday were with him. Bill's my best friend. It was fun to play golf with him.

Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night were tough. Sandra and I usually spent those nights together.

Each night I followed the same pattern. I cooked a nice dinner and tried to watch a movie. Eventually I gave up on the movie and went back to the internet porn sites.

I started looking for cheating wife sites. I found them. They led me to the cuckold sites. I read and I learned. I was still confused, but a seed was being planted. It was still open to question as to whether or not the seed would sprout and flourish, but the seed was there. The idea of allowing myself to become a cuckold was becoming more and more interesting.

I finished each evening looking at pictures and movie clips of couples having sex. I sought out women who reminded me of Sandra.

Monday was a quiet day at the office. There was still no word about Bentine Pharmaceuticals. I read some journals and contacted some clients. I left work early and got in 9 holes of golf.

Monday night I went to bed early and got a good nights relax. It was my first really good night of relax since the confrontation at Ty Cummings town house.

Tuesday was busier. My plane was leaving for Dallas at 3:00. I spent the morning in my office cleaning up loose ends before I had to go.

It was 12:30. I was just packing my brief case for my trip when Arnie Turner, one of the firms three partners, walked into my office.

"The Bentine web site just put out a bulletin. The FDA is going to make its announcement about Bentine at 8:00 am tomorrow morning"

I set my brief case down. "I think that I had better delay my trip."

"My secretary has already called Dallas. Your visit has been rescheduled for next week. Janice is on the telephone with the airlines changing your flight right now."

"Thanks Arnie."

"Your welcome. Lets get busy. We have lots of clients to contact this afternoon."

I spent the next three hours making nonstop telephone calls. Our clients owned lots of Bentine stock. We were advising them to be ready to start selling it sometime tomorrow afternoon.

About 4:00 I took a break. I was sitting back with my feet on my desk takeing a diet soda when I remembered Bill and Cindy's dinner party. I still didn't want to go, but they were my best friends. I felt obligated to call them and tell them that I was going to be in town.

I placed the call. Cindy answered.

"Hello."

"Hi Cindy."

Hi Stevie. I thought you would be on your way to Dallas by now."

"No, thats why I'm calling. Something came up. My trip has been postponed until next week. I'm checking to see if tonights dinner invitation is still open."

There was a long pause. "Gosh Stevie, um I don't know. Let me think."

I picked up on her hesitation. "Hey Cindy, its okay. If you've filled the table I understand. We can make it another time."

Suddenly her tone changed. "No Stevie, your our best friend. There is always room for you at our dinner table. I will make it work. Its just that......"

"What, whats the matter?"

"Oh nothing Stevie. Don't mind me. I just get nervous over little things. I'll work it out. Listen we would love to have you join us for dinner. Cocktails at 7:00 and dinner at 8:00 okay?"

"I'll be there Cindy."

"Good, Bill will be really happy to hear you're coming. Bye see you at 7:00."

"Bye Cindy."

I picked up the telephone and got busy again. I didn't finish my last call until 6:00.

I cleaned off my desk and rushed home.

I took a quick shower and put on a clean shirt and tie.

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7:00. I was running a little late. I hurried out the door.

I stopped at a cuckold water store on the way to pick up a bottle of wine. I wanted to bring Cindy a hostess gift.

nicely written .
now don't keep us waiting damn it :P

Thanks Kodder

I'm sorry if I am being slow in developing this story, but I am really enjoying writing it.

If you read my other posts you will note that I like creating cuckold erotica. Most of it is pretty one dimensional and pretty straight forward.

When I started to write this story my goal was to try to create two really interesting charachters and a story that is a little more complex.

I guess that It is up to you readers to judge whether or not I am successful.

This is still cuckold erotica. Please bear with me. There is still lots of what I hope will be hot cuckold sex coming.

GH

P. S. Just like all the other writers here, I love getting feedback about my stories.

I looked at my watch as I pulled up in front of Bill and Cindy's house. It was 7:15. I guess I wasn't too late.

Bill opened the door before I had a chance to ring the bell.

"Hey buddy, I'm glad you could make it. Come on in."

I stepped into the front hall.

"Listen Stevie, I have to warn you...."

"Hi stevie."

It was Cindy. It was obvious that she had already had a couple of martinis. She was pretty loose.

"Hi Cindy. Thanks for inviting me at the last minute." I held out the bottle of wine. "For the hostess."

She took the gift and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Stevie, your really sweet. Come into the living room. I have some people I want you to meet."

As I followed Cindy into the living room I heard Bill behind me saying, "Stevie wait just a minute."

Unfortunately he was a little to late. I entered the living room, looked around and stopped dead in my tracks. There were three couples seated there.

It was the couple on the couch that drew my attention. A distinguished looking man in his mid thirties was seated at the end of the sofa. Snuggled up next to him with her legs curled under her and her arm drapped around his shoulder was Sandra.

Sandra hadn't noticed me. Her attention was focused on her date. She turned as Cindy started to introduce me.

I could see a moment of confusion in her eyes as she recognized me. Her expression quickly turned to a look of horror. She was like a kid who was caught being bad. She sat up straight, put her feet on the floor and moved away from her date.

I was frozen. I couldn't move. Finally, I realized that Cindy was introducing me to everyone.

I sort of nodded to each permister as Cindy said their name. When she got to Sandra's date she said, "This is Roger Franklin. Roger is a professor at the law school."

We nodded to each other. Cindy finished the introductions by saying, "And of course you know Sandra."

I just kind of mechanically nodded. Sandra just stared at the floor. She couldn't even look at me."

I stood like a dummy for several seconds. the situation was incredibly awkward.

I was a single permister in a party with four couples. That was embarrassing enough. Still, I might have been able to endure that.

But I could not stomach the idea of spending the evening watching Sandra as she sat with this incredibly handsome man. Knowing that she was most likely going to let him fuck her later that night made it even more painful. I knew that I had to get out of there as quickly as I could.

I turned and went back into the front hall. Bill stopped me.

"I'm sorry buddy. I got home late from work. I just found out you were coming a few minutes before you got here. I tried to warn you when you came in. Cindy feels awful. She didn't know what to do. You might notice that she resolved it by having three martini's"

"Hey Bill, It's all my fault. I put Cindy in a bad spot when I called her so late in the day. Listen, your my best friends. I know you would never deliberately do anything to hurt me."

We nodded at each other.

"But hey, you understand that I can't do this. Not tonight. Not this soon, Okay?"

"Yea I understand buddy. I am sorry we got you into this."

"Don't worry, I already said it was all my fault."

"You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Give my regrets to Cindy."

"Okay, I'll call you."

He closed the door behind me and I started walking to my car. I was halfway down the side walk when I heard the front door open again.

I turned, Sandra was running to me. "Stevie wait. I have to talk to you."

She stopped when she was right next to me. "Stevie, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming. Please believe me, I never would have brought Roger if I knew you were going to be here. Cindy told me you were going to Dallas. I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you."

She took my hand. "I'm really glad I got to see you. I really miss you."

"I really miss you to Sandra."

I let go of her hand.

As I walked the rest of the way to my car, she said, "Stevie I still love you."

I turned and smiled at her."I still love you to Sandra."

As I got in my car she said, "Really?"

I looked at her and said, "Yes really."

She stood at the curb watching as I drove away.

no no I wasn't being mean to you .
I was saying that I need to know the rest of the story that's it.
in fact I like long stories... not just wam bam thank you ma'am...
this is so much better.

keep up the good work.

Thanks

I'm glad your enjoying it. I think long stories are better to.

I am a little worried about boring people but I am taking the risk.

I appreciate your comments.

GH

I drove straight home. I was upset, but nowhere near as upset as I had been last Thursday.

I guess that I was getting used to the idea of Sandra being with other guys.

I also noted that I was once again getting really turned on by it.

Suddenly, a very strange thought came into my head.

While I was standing in Bill and Cindy's living room, I felt like I couldn't possibly tolerate the offense and pain of watching Sandra as she cuddled and fawned over her date.

Now, in the car going home, it ocurred to me that it might have been wonderfully humiliating to have had to sit there while Sandra cuddled and fawned over Roger.

As I thought about this, I realized that it might be even more humiliating and more erotic if I was married to Sandra and everyone there knew that she was openly cheating on me when she was with Roger.

Somewhere deep inside of me, I began to think that maybe I would enjoy having Sandra humiliate me by openly relaxing with other men.

What was wrong with me. When did offense become erotic for me.

Is this some form of masochism? Is offense my pain?

This was all very confusing. But as I pulled up in front of my apartment and parked my car, I knew that I was once again really excited by the thought of Sandra being with other men.

I hurried into to my apartment. I sat down on my couch, unzipped my pants and took out my little cock. I started stroking it as I closed my eyes and began to imagine Sandra and Roger together.

I didn't need dirty pictures from the internet. Tonight, my own imagination was better.

The picture in my mind was very clear. I could see Roger and Sandra leaving the party early. On the way to the car they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

When they got into the car Roger took Sandra into his arms and kissed her. As they kissed, Sandra's hand moved to Rogers crotch. She unzipped his pants and took out his monstrous cock.

They broke off their kiss. As Roger put the car into gear and started to drive home, Sandra went down on him. It took all of Rogers concentration to keep his focus on driving while Sandra was giving him head.

When they arrived at Rogers apartment they hurried inside. They were aroused. They were excited. They wanted pleasure.

Once inside his apartment they tore each other clothes off as they made their way to Roger's bedroom.

In the bedroom Sandra pushed her lover to the bed and laid down beside him. She took his massive cock in her hands and started to stroke it and kiss it so that it would become fully erect.

As she took Roger's hard cock into her mouth, he started to finger her sopping pussy.

Their excitement was growing.