You will enjoy this more by reading Working on cum-mission first.

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Of the hundreds of people that Sandy knows, not one would have bet that she would relinquish her marital fidelity as she moaned "Oh, Godddd! He's in me...he's in me!" to a man she had just met a few days earlier. A man whose lust filled intentions were unrestrained as he took his pleasure from Sandy's stripped naked, aroused and willing body.

This unimagined event was the result of a rare confluence of events. Motivated by the powerful emotions of competitive spirit, revenge and greed; enabled by my instigation and encouragement, buoyed by alcohol and then fueled by the physical pleasure of sex, the fateful night of sexual abandon is detailed in "Working on Cum-Mission".

One might speculate that the aftermath of such an event where prior moral standards and behaviors came crashing down like an old building battered by a wrecking ball, might go one of two ways. In the sober light of day the guilty party or parties experience crippling remorse as blame, jealousy, distrust or revenge undermine the relationship and it crumbles. The other extreme, the broken boundaries on sexual behavior open the floodgates to unconstrained promiscuity in an effort to sate the awakened sexual desires. This too often leads to the destruction of a marriage. In the case of Sandy and myself these risks were considered and I was confident we could avoid those fates, yet I realized the risks. The desire and excitement had won the day in Dallas, yet Dallas served as a good reminder of how one cannot expect to control sexual behaviors of horny alcohol numbed adults once the hormones are flowing.

With vivid memories of the night of abandon, and a video, we couldn't pretend nothing happened. And I didn't want to forget it and I suspect Sandy felt the same way. The generous rewards from Sandy's real estate commissions helped our financial situation and my summer work experience resulted in a promotion a few months later. Our busy schedules helped us to return to close to normal. But on many weekends the memories of that night flashed thru my mind. On many occasions it energized a hot session with Sandy. Sometimes we would talk about it, mostly with me telling Sandy how hot she was and how excited it made me. Occasionally, I would stop fucking her when she was on the verge of an orgasm and ask her to tell me how much she enjoyed her Hotwife romp. Her body would quiver and shake, a sly grin would appear on her face and she would proceed to beg me to finish or she would need to visit her friends in Dallas. That was guaranteed to push us both over the edge to climax.

Sandy was 31 at the time. A highly regarded school librarian and cheerleading coach by winter and a realtor in the summer, my wife of six years was the epitome of the perfect wife. Very attractive but with a friendly non-intimidating presence and a to-die-for sweet innocent look. A near perfect figure well maintained through cheerleader coaching. Bright, always pleasant and quick to smile but with a sometimes shy manner in groups. She is disciplined, hardworking and sensitive but competitive and persistent. Her almost black shoulder length hair is shiny and full of soft waves. In bare feet she stands 5 feet 5 inches tall. Her shapely cheerleader body has a 34 B bust in perfect proportion to her 23 inch waist and 35 inch hips. Her breasts are perfectly shaped and stand proudly without support yet dance seductively under her blouse if she is braless. She wears glasses or contacts depending on context and can dress up or down as the occasion demands. And she enjoys romance and sex, and in the right mood after a few drinks her body responds to sexual stimulus like a starving dog responds to being teased with a steak.

I work in IT in the banking industry and have been working my way up the ranks to a vice president level after my most recent promotion. I'm 6-2, 185 and was considered pretty quick when I played guard in high school. I'm not big and intimidating but I do carry. We both keep in shape. Sandy and I live in Cincinnati.

For my birthday in November Sandy wore the outfit she had on the night she became a Hotwife and after a romantic dinner we watched some of the infamous video until we were overcome with our own live action. For both Christmas and again at Valentines I shopped for sexy lingerie for Sandy and found myself thinking more about what other men would find attractive and irresistible. The accompanying semi-sheer blouses, short tight skirts, garter belts and seamed stockings certainly telegraphed my desire to have Sandy's sexuality on display.

One Saturday morning in April I was putting my gold cuff links in the jewelry box when I noticed Sandy's Hotwife anklet hanging in the back of the Jewelry box. As Sandy was still sleeping I thought it would be fun to put it on her while she slept. She wore it around the house all morning, the only time she had worn it since Dallas, but removed it before leaving the house as any hint of that secrete behavior was prohibited in our hometown. That evening over dinner Sandy mentioned that it was interesting that I put the Hotwife anklet on her as it motivated her to check her anonymous email account where she found a month old email from Travis, from Dallas mentioning he would like to spend some time with her if she was going to be working in Dallas for the summer again. Of course, even Sandy knew spend some time with her really meant get in her panties again and have his way with her.

"That is interesting, we haven't heard from him since last September. Did you tell him you named your favorite vibrator Travis, in his honor, and you enjoy it regularly?" I whispered with a chuckle "Forward his email and I will invite him to visit next time he is in the neighborhood. Tonight when we get home I'll strip you down to your new lingerie and take a picture of you to email him with your Hotwife anklet on and holding the vibrator. He'll probably be on the next flight." I teased. "I can crop your head off to insure anonymity in cyberspace then we can do a whole series. Perhaps some clips from the video as well."

Sandy couldn't help but smile as I teased her until our waiter arrived with our diner. Her aroused nipples were clearly visible in spite of a rather modest blouse and bra - clearly signaling the discussion and memories still turned her on.

As we drove home that night I turned to Sandy and said, "Do forward his email. I'll let him know we won't be in Dallas this summer but leave the door open to crossing paths in the future."

"That possibility excites you doesn't it?" Sandy said as she placed her hand on my slacks and groped my very substantial erection.

No further response was necessary.

While I kept fanaticizing about a next Hotwife outing reality continued to intervene. In May Sandy and I were slammed with activities as we bought a 5 acre piece of property on the edge of town we had been eyeing for a couple of years. I did reply to Travis regarding our plans to remain in Cincinnati for the summer. It turns out he was pleased as he wanted Sandy to help him with a market evaluation of a development proposal in a nearby suburb for a client. Sandy ended up with her first consulting assignment and a lucrative learning experience that leveraged her local real estate knowledge and contacts. For a dozen days of effort Sandy picked up a nice check and some good experience. Travis was a perfect gentleman with his only reference to their prior relationship being a thank you note compliment on how multitalented Sandy was.

In June Sandy's folks stayed with us as her father had hip replacement surgery and recovery. We felt like naughty teenagers as Sandy snuck a sexy skirt and blouse out of the house in a shopping bag so she could dress sexy for me one night when we went out to dinner. Even that was pretty disciplined as we had strict bound on any behaviors in our hometown that would even hint at promiscuity.

In the meantime I continued to fantasize about new adventures and Sandy did nothing to quell my interest as she would tease and arouse me by whispering about which sexy lingerie she was wearing or speculating on what a romp in the sack or backseat encounter would be like with various men we noticed when we were out.

In late July Sandy's parents left and I took advantage by bringing Sandy to screaming orgasms reclaiming virtually every room in the house and made a habit of stripping her down to various states of undress as she tried to go about her regular routines at home.

I knew any new adventures wouldn't happen in town so I looked at my calendar to see what opportunities there might be for Sandy and me getting out of town. We found a weekend in August and planned a trip to Cleveland where we wanted to visit the rock and roll hall of fame and visit a few bars or clubs and see what attention Sandy might attract.

We were both anxious and excited. Months of anticipation focused on the prospect of a second sexual adventure for Sandy. The plan included me being there to both provide assurances of her safety and to experience the unique and powerful emotions involved in having another man being attracted to Sandy and ultimately pleasuring himself and Sandy while I watched. Of course the reality of finding a suitable, mutually agreeable, willing person and having the other details work out was no small issue.

Given the suitcase full of sexy clothes and Sandy's stated willingness to wear them in public I was confident I would have an enjoyable weekend regardless of our luck in finding Mr. Right-for-the-night. After the three hour drive we checked in to our downtown suite and decided to take a walk to reacquaint ourselves with the downtown area before freshening up for diner later. Sandy came out of the bathroom in a pair of short tight shorts of the type you would expect to see on a college sorority girl on the prowl. The tight fit revealed the lines from her equally tiny panties. The halter top exposed her fit midriff and left zero uncertainty as to the size and shape of her breasts. The stretchy halter fabric stood alone to cradle her breasts as her bras remained out-of-service in her suitcase. I had visions of Sandy being the pied piper of Cleveland with a parade of men following us around Cleveland admiring Sandy's ass and bust. That exhibitionist streak that is part of being a cheerleader seemed to showing as Sandy grinned at my response to her outfit before grabbing my hand and heading toward the door.

As we enjoyed the warm August late afternoon everyone from the homeless filling park benches to business executives in expensive suits did double takes of Sandy. The attention fueled our expectations for the rest of the weekend. Early that evening we freshened up and dressed to go to dinner and then a few clubs we had found online.

Sandy dressed in a skimpy pink bra and panty outfit whose semi shear stretch fabric hugged her curves but failed to fully conceal the dark color of her pubic landing strip or the dark color of her areoles. She wore a flirty mid-thigh length white pleated skirt and a slightly sheer white button front blouse. Nude colored silky thigh-high stay-up stockings completed the outfit. Striking and sexy but classy. My suggestion about wearing the Hotwife anklet was quickly dismissed as Sandy was afraid it was too strong a signal and could create expectations for anyone that noticed it. She also decided to leave here wedding ring on as she wanted any prospects to know she was married and while she might be interested in company for the evening she was not looking for a relationship. Sandy looked classy enough to attract gentlemen and hot enough to attract some not so gentle men.

In the outdoor light the shine of Sandy's stockings was attention getting and her blouse was sheer enough that the pink bra beneath was no secret to anyone paying attention and the push up bra and undone buttons would make sure that the male half of the population would be paying attention.

The plan was to eat a light diner then separate and see what happened. I had butterflies that seemed more like eagles churning in my stomach. Sandy had an air of confidence but her nervousness was evident as her hands trembled and she downed two glasses of wine in short order to, relax. A piano player provided nice background and the ambience was comfortable. The crowd was mixed with several couples but several singles, both men and women. Most folks were young to middle aged and well groomed. The menu prices seemed to sort out the clientele to a pretty classy group. A small band was setting up to replace the piano player. We had a nice dinner and pleasant visit discussing plans for the home we were planning for our new property. We shared a desert that we nibbled on but as the time ticked away we both realized that if we were going to test the waters it was time for me to leave Sandy alone. The plan was for me to disappear for a while. The crowd was turning over and there would be numerous men to notice the pretty dark haired woman in the hot white blouse and skirt sitting alone listening to the music. I closed out our tab, kissed Sandy gently on her forehead and wished her good hunting as I planned to disappear for thirty minutes or so before returning to observe from a distance.

After I walked two miles to burn off anxious energy I returned to the club. It was now crowded and considerably louder. I searched for Sandy and found her sitting at a different table near the back where it was both a little quieter and a little darker. An older gentleman was just leaving and they appeared to share a pleasant goodbye. Sandy was nursing a drink and seemed comfortable in the roll as an expanse of leg including the lace top of her stockings was visible as her skirt had worked its way up. Her blouse appeared to have an additional button undone as her cleavage was nicely visible. Even as he was leaving it was clear he was enjoying the view.

By the time I found a seat and ordered a drink another man had approached Sandy. The limited empty seats gave guys an easy excuse to approach and offer a drink. This guy was young and handsome. I could see him unabashedly checking Sandy out even as he took the open seat. Those eagles in my stomach started up again as he rather blatantly eyed Sandy's legs and cleavage. His grin confirmed his interest and he was quickly signaling the wait staff for a drink order. For the next thirty minutes they drank and visited and drank and drank. I begin thinking about the logistics of Sandy getting him to our room and was getting a little worried that she may have had enough drinks that she might stray from the plan to only go to our room and let him know I would be returning. He appeared to be quite an operator as he was quite animated and soon had his hands on her legs and seemed to be laying it on pretty thick. From my vantage point I had a good view of him but Sandy was turned so she couldn't see me directly though she was aware I had returned.

At one point he took her hand in his and examined her wedding ring. It certainly hadn't turned him off as he moved his chair even closer with his legs intertwined with Sandy's. Then a few minutes later he rose, said something and walked away and out of the club. Sandy rose as well and headed to the restroom. I expected her to signal me in some way as I wondered if they were planning to meet in our room. As I anxiously awaited, Sandy returned to her table and within minutes two different men joined her. The flirting ritual began anew. With two choices Sandy's unique proposition of bringing a man to her room so her husband could watch her get laid by a strange man, would seemingly have better odds of happening. The flirting moved fast. The late hour and night of drinking had no doubt played a part. Giggling then touching some whispering, some more whispering then the men rose, lingered a few moments and left.

Sandy found me and walked over to my table, she leaned over, her cleavage practically spilling out, and she whispered in my ear, "Take me to our room and fuck me. I'm incredibly horny and need some cock now."

Her bra was gone, evidently during her restroom visit, no wonder she had attracted the two men so fast. My cock that had been in various states of arousal all night, quickly bulged my slacks and required adjustment before I could stand. Not one to keep a beautiful woman waiting, I quickly settled up and took Sandy's hand for the three block walk to our room. As we walked Sandy explained that she just couldn't go through with it. She was under the influence but still rationale and mobile. The first guy was single and a perfect gentleman but turned off by Sandy's married status and suspicious of her motives. The second guy was interested but Sandy got nervous as to his safety since he seemed to be such a player plus he was so arrogant it was a turn-off. The next two guys were possibilities but by now Sandy had gotten nervous about hopping in the sack with someone she had just met as she needed some confirmation that he would be respectful and discrete.

I don't know who was more disappointed, Sandy or me. But I understood and my attention was on getting Sandy back to our room and satisfying our immediate needs. It was in the elevator that I realized Sandy had removed her panties as well. We giggled leaving the elevator as a rather stunned couple was treated to the sight of one of Sandy's breasts almost completely exposed as her now mostly unbuttoned blouse gaped open.

Sandy was so hot I contemplated sending her back to the club as I was sure her discretion would surrender to her desires and she would grab the first available male and probably get laid in his car. I was foolish but not that foolish. Rather than a heated passionate romp I instead chose to work Sandy over slowly. Her blouse and skirt were quickly dispensed with but I explored her body with my hands and lips gently enjoying all her pleasures. She was moaning and purring and returning kisses when I let her but was otherwise patient as I suckled her rock hard nipples and gently teased her pussy lips with soft caresses. I nuzzled into the soft flesh of her neck while fondling her breasts then palmed her beautiful ass with both hands as I smothered my face in her cleavage. As my focus moved to Sandy's pussy she was panting and fidgety, clearly ready to be fucked. As I moved between her legs I whispered to her, "Imagine I was the hot young man from the club."

She closed her eyes as I rubbed my stiff cock over her pussy lips for several strokes then, as she begged, I pushed into her. She was wet and hot and welcomed me with whimpers and her own thrusts. Her nipples stood at attention and she had goose bumps on her chest. Her eyes stayed closed and there was the look of anxious anticipation on her beautiful face as I filled her with cock. Needless to say neither of us lasted long as I slammed into her no more than a few dozen times before we both exploded in orgasms. The hour was late and the evening's sexual tension tiring. Sandy and I quickly fell asleep knowing we had one more day and night to enjoy Cleveland and each other.

Saturday started with a late wake up. I resisted the temptation for morning sex, wanting to keep both myself and Sandy with that horny edge. I decided on a morning swim to burn off some of those beer carbs from the night before while Sandy primped in the room. A brunch followed then we dressed for our Saturday's outing, a tour of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Sandy wore a matching vest cut top and short snug skirt I had found for her by mail order. They were both emerald green, a perfect complement to her skin and hair color. They both had those oversized stylized zippers. The top zipped down the front starting in her cleavage and going to her waist. The skirt had an off-center zipper that ran from her waist down the front of her right leg to the bottom of the skirt with a zipper tab at the waist and bottom. They had silver two inch diameter rings on the zipper tab, silver zipper teeth and an eye catching white fabric contrasting vividly with the skirt. Any heterosexual post puberty male looking at her would immediately have visions of pulling down those zippers in anticipation of what was underneath. Even an afternoon outing in a public venue would likely attract attention to Sandy in that outfit. I pulled the top zipper down a couple inches exposing some more cleavage and pulled the bottom zipper up about six inches showing more of Sandy's leg with a slit in the 18 inch skirt. I patted Sandy on her cute ass and we were off.
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame visit was delightful. We spent four hours and didn't see everything - perhaps because we both spent time watching other people checking out Sandy. Everyone from gray haired hippies from the sixties to some hormone loaded young punks shared an interest in rock and roll and the woman in a short tight slit skirt and cleavage baring top. I was half expecting someone to walk up and pull those zipper tabs and I am sure several were tempted. Sandy enjoyed the attention and was intrigued with how obvious guys were about checking her out. For someone who had been a cheerleader and was used to being on display it still surprised her how much attention a 31 year old woman in a sexy outfit could attract.

We decided on a casual diner of Cleveland pizza and a salad at a local sports bar. Sandy and I were still ramped up from Sandy attracting male attention. It was 7:00pm and her blouse zipper was about two inches lower than when we had started our outing and the coral colored cups of her push up bra were partially visible. The skirt zipper had similarly found its way a few inches higher with more than a little thigh exposed as we enjoyed our pizza. Even drinking beer and eating pizza with her husband, Sandy was attracting attention.

As we sat there, Sandy began talking about her feelings the night before. She was clearly excited and relished the attention and excitement but proceeded to say that she just wasn't comfortable letting things progress with a complete stranger. She didn't see any way that she could be comfortable inviting a guy she met an hour earlier to have sex with her in front of her husband. She needed more evidence he was not sneaking around on his wife and was otherwise rational and willing to be discrete. She wasn't interested in being friends but did want to be sure she knew his true identity.

I couldn't fault Sandy and shared the same concerns. As exciting as spontaneous anonymous sex was, and in spite of the fact that I could provide some assurance of her safety, I agreed with her position. The decision to forego any further attempts to pick up some guy relieved a lot of stress but also eliminated the excitement. We had been talking about trying to start a family and giving up on the prospect of a hot wife fling was perhaps a good idea. Quit while we were ahead and had a fond memory but forego the excitement? Sandy could wear her trove of sexy lingerie and Hotwife anklet around the house and we could watch our Dallas video for a little extra spark.

That decision didn't stop Sandy from attracting a lot of attention in the sports bar and again later that night as we sat in a bar with her dressed in a tight miniskirt and sexy blouse. The trip was a nice get away before fall.

It was soon mid-September and our normal school year routine was underway. Sandy was busy with the start of school and fall football season with the requisite cheerleading coaching activities. That week I got an email from Travis asking me to call some evening as he had a favor to ask me. I was a little curious as to why he wanted to talk with me as he had been dealing with Sandy on real estate matters. One evening a few days later I called the number he provided. After saying hello, and Travis and I had never met in person as I only knew him through his video romp with Sandy and the subsequent long distance real estate consulting, he told me he called me first because he wouldn't call Sandy about the matter without my concurrence. He continued, "Every fall myself and some buddies get together for a weekend away - some golf, gambling drinking and partying. There is four in the group and we have been doing this every year for the past decade. We have been friends since early in our careers."

And he continued, "Every other year we bring wives or dates and this is the year for that. And I was wondering if you would mind if I invited Sandy?"

Of course I was a few seconds ahead of him and my stomach was churning by the time he said the words. But I didn't hang up. I was intrigued, anxious, and even aroused as I waited for more details. Three days at a rented beach house in Florida. First weekend in October when it is still warm enough to swim. Two of the guys brought their wives while Travis and a friend, Rich, typically brought women they were dating at the time. Travis wasn't dating anyone now, and, he said," Sandy is one of the most sexual women I have ever been with and I thought she might enjoy the weekend."

Rather than reacting I just listened. After a pause, Travis continued, "I know you were aware of Sandy's night in Dallas and I assumed you were OK with it. I don't know what type of relationship you two have, that's why I called you to ask. My interest is only in a fun weekend, I'll return Sandy in pristine conditions with perhaps a little more suntan than before."

I responded, "Yes, as Sandy indicated, I was aware of the night in Dallas, I encourage her in advance and I watched it on high quality cameras from the building next door, I was carrying my Glock and if anything dangerous occurred I would have been there in seconds. That night was memorable, Sandy enjoyed it as did I."

"As it turns out, that was the first and only time that Sandy has been with anyone but me since our engagement. The Hotwife charm sits in her jewelry box. That night was a unique set of circumstances. She knew you and your reputation and trusted that you wouldn't put her at risk. And she could relax and enjoy it knowing that I was watching and also enjoying seeing her pleased and one of my fantasies fulfilled. You are right, Sandy does like sex but I can't see sending her half way across the country alone when we only know you. And it is during the school year and she can't take an extra day off. It's a shame because she did enjoy that night in Dallas and who wouldn't enjoy a few days at the beach."

Travis said he understood and knew it was a long shot but if anything changed to get in touch.

That evening I shared the details about the call with Sandy. She was intrigued and flattered but concurred with my concerns. We joked about the prospect of her succumbing to Travis all over again on the beach in Florida and speculated on whether he could keep up with Sandy for three days. We even joked about me traveling down with her and hiding in the closet for three days. As we climbed into bed that night Sandy turned to me and innocently said, "Too bad there isn't a camera system in the beach house."

That got me thinking. It was over an hour before I had a plan worked out in my head. I got out of bed and checked out the beach house promotional web site. The next morning I sent Travis an email outlining conditions. I needed web cameras connected live to the internet set up in all the common rooms in the house, the hot tub, and the suite he was going to use. Small high quality cameras were readily available. I expected him to have them set up when he arrived so I could log on and test them before Sandy got on the plane on Friday afternoon. Sandy couldn't miss their Friday pep rally so she would only be there less than two days but plenty long to have some fun. I needed to see a copy of the reservation and profiles of the other guys that would be in the house. Finally, I needed his assurance that Sandy's decisions would always be respected.

Travis called immediately and said that he would check with the guys and see if this intrusion into their privacy would be ok. Then he joked, "Could you promise to send me a tape of the web camera footage if I can pull this off?"

I joked, "One of the things Sandy teaches her young cheerleaders is to never allow anyone to take inappropriate pictures because you never know where they might show up. I already have one tape from Dallas that could be embarrassing to folks if it got out. No sharing but if everything works out perhaps you will get a viewing someday."

By the end of the week Sandy had tickets to Florida and arrangements made to leave work early the following Friday. She would arrive late Friday and return Sunday evening. That week she was nervous and excited. She had checked out the Beach house brochures and glanced at the profiles of the other couples that Travis had provided. A quick search revealed no criminal records or other red flags. At noon on Friday I ran home to check and see if Travis had complied and set up the web cameras. After a few calls back and forth I had access to four cameras covering several rooms of the beach house.

I drove Sandy to the airport, gave her a passionate kiss and hug at security. I told her to relax and enjoy the experience as it was something that would likely never happen again. She smiled a nervous smile as she headed through security. She was wearing tight jeans and her ass looked great but she planned to put on a dress when she landed.

I went back to work but had trouble concentrating so headed home. I logged on to the webcams and was comforted to see they were working and still on. It would be a few hours before Sandy landed and was shuttled to the beach house. Travis was out with the rest of the group two hours away so had arranged a limo for Sandy.

I got a call from Sandy at 8 saying she and her luggage landed safely and a limo driver was waiting for her. She had changed into her dress and heels and was about ninety minutes from the house. She said she was nervous and hungry. "And horny?" I questioned.

"Anxious and yes, horny." She reported while reminding me we hadn't had sex since Monday. Then she paused before blurting out, "You planned that didn't you?"

I told Sandy to have the driver stop for some quick food and that the limo probably had a mini bar and a drink or two might help her relax. Sandy hadn't been in a limo since her high school prom a dozen years ago and she giggled a nervous laugh as she helped herself to a drink and then another as the limo was delivering her to a man who had thoroughly ravished her a year earlier. I told Sandy to have fun. I assured her I would be watching.

About an hour later I heard some commotion from my computer speakers, as I was watching some television. Travis, and his friends had gotten home from dinner and were settling in in the great room. I got a chance to check out the other guests and see how Travis looked now. It was no wonder that Travis was interested in having Sandy join him for the weekend as the other women we very attractive and exceptionally well groomed. The two wives looked like trophy wives that one might expect to be hooked up with wealthy retired athletes. The guys were all about ten to fifteen years older than Sandy and the two wives about five years older. The third woman was younger than Sandy.

Not long afterwards Sandy arrived wearing a new dress bought for the trip. It's was a pink silky chiffon dress with a deep chest plunge that practically had her breasts spilling out. The silky material stretched like a second skin over her body. And it was short. It showed most of her thighs and barely covered the lace tops of her silky stockings.

Travis nodded his head and smiled as he continued to stare while giving Sandy a brief hug before escorting her in. Champagne was passed around, and for the next hour everyone visited.

Sandy was well under the influence now and clinging to Travis, wiggling her body against him and slowly moving up and down his leg with her thighs. He ran his hands over that silky ass of hers. I knew she was enjoying the attention. She smiled and giggled as she turns her back to him, rubbing her ass against his groin. That dress kept riding higher. Travis didn't take his eyes off of her, and he was not the only one.

The amount of champagne has taken its toll on Sandy. She held on to Travis's arm as they left for his room. His arm was wrapped around her pretending to support her with his hand resting on her pert ass cheek, squeezing it ever so gently. He whispered something to her as they moved, and he gently patted her bottom. She giggled playfully, her face flushed.

Once in the room Sandy sat on Travis' right knee on a couch that opposite the door, looking at some tourist literature with a glass of champagne in her left hand. He leered down her dress at her breasts, while she leafed through some pages. His hand lightly ran up and down her right thigh while his right hand was on her right shoulder, placed delicately on the strap of her dress, his thumb rubbing back and forth over it. Sandy turned her head toward him, coyly, as he looked up at her.

"I'm having a good time tonight," she whispered.

He responded, "You look so sexy in that dress. Your body was made to be shown off.

I watch with fascination at his attention to the strap of her dress. Slowly, but surely, his gentle movements with his thumb slid the dress' strap towards her shoulder edge. Inch by inch, it moved. It takes another minute, and the strap slowly slipped off her shoulder. It slid down her arm and hung there helplessly.

She didn't say anything but looked at him with sultry eyes, smiling, and then returned her attention and leafed through a few more pages. His right hand snaked back and forth over her naked shoulder blades and rested at the top of her arm, rubbing slightly as if to soothe her. She took a drink from the glass and placed it down on the table in front of them. Travis took the empty glass from her and put it down on a small table on his left. Her breasts were rising and falling in short breaths with anticipation. I could swear she was lightly panting. His left hand roamed slowly up her right thigh.

"I'm kinda drunk ..." she said, amused.

"Did you like the men watching you?" asked Travis, as his eyes drank in her body. "Did you enjoy the attention?"

She sighs.

"You like flaunting your body in that hot dress," he said matter-of-factly. "How did that make you feel? He squeezed the top of her thigh through the dress with his left hand.

Sandy giggled, then said quietly to him. "It's made me horny." He nodded, smiling with glee.

His left hand was still lightly stroking her right thigh while his right hand drifted across to her left shoulder and reached the left strap to her silky dress. Once again, his slow, but gentle, motions with his fingers begin to ease it to her shoulder.

She grinned mischievously and shyly looked back down to his hand on her thigh. His thin smile was as sly as a fox. "I know you're even more beautiful without that dress on. I am looking forward to running my hands all over you and getting in your panties, Sandy."

Gently, almost innocently, the other strap slowly slides to the edge of her shoulder as Sandy's breathing rose in excitement. His eyes were fixed on her breasts. She shook a little. It seemed to take another moment before it effortlessly fell off her shoulder and gently hung down along her arm. A gasp escaped from Sandy as her breasts bounced precariously, fighting against the silky material of her pink dress, nearly spilling out. Encased tightly in the dress, her chest expands and contracts as her firm breasts rise and fall with every breath. Travis's face shows resolve as he continued his seduction.

"What a beautiful woman," he whispers in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. "Your skin is so smooth and soft." She giggles and he slowly and lightly kissed her neck. She sighed a little with a gentle moan. With confidence now, his left hand moved up her dress to cup her left breast, and slowly and lightly, he ran his hands over it as his kisses moved up to her ear.

Her nipples were poking out of the silky dress. Fuck, they look hard. Again, she moaned gently, and his left hand moved to more fully feel her left breast, occasionally circling her hard nipples ever so lightly with his fingers, teasing them with his attention. She sighed, and he returned to kissing her neck.

His hand slid up the silky material, and my heart almost stopped as his index finger snaked into the left cup of her dress and began to pull it down, gradually. It seemed to take forever for it to slip down over her left breast. Reaching that point of no return it slid over her nipple. The cup of the dress disappeared and Sandy gasped as her left breast popped out bouncing slightly. Her breast was pale with quarter sized areolas. Her nipples were mouth wateringly hard.

Breathing heavily, Sandy's wide eyes watched as Travis's kisses snaked down her neck to her left breast. Her left hand moved up and to hold his head, eager for his touch, while he licked his lips and ran them over that beautiful nipple. Eyes closed slightly now, her head tilted back as she gently bite her bottom lip. He licked her hard nipple, flipping it up and down with his tongue. She moaned softly. His face looked up at her almost beaming. She looked down at him, panting slightly, her drunken cheeks flushed with excitement. Taking a good look at her breast, his mouth engulfed her nipple, and he began to gently suck her left tit. She pulled his head into her flesh begging for more attention.

"God, they feel so good. So soft," he said in-between his tender sucking. "They're perfect." His voice shook with anticipation. "Gorgeous breasts you've got." He looked into her eyes. His mouth clamped on her left tit again, this time hungrier and more ravenous. Sandy's head tilted back again, and I swear I see her eyes rolling as he slurped eagerly on it.

I could see his left hand running up and down her thigh moving ever higher and higher. She moaned softly now as his hand ran up to and disappeared under the dress. His hungry mouth continued to feast on her breast. He sucked hard and pulled his lips away pulling out the nipple. He held it there, then let it go. It bounced excitedly, and then he nibbled it lightly with his teeth. Sandy moaned loudly. He returned to her breast, slightly more roughly, and with vigor.

His right hand was now pulling the cup down on her breast on the right side, while he continued sucking her left breast. His thumb slipped in and the material stretched over her breast. Her areola came into view; the silky material stretched over her hard nipple causing it to be pulled down. Sandy was panting more and more in short gasps as her breast was fully teased out. Still pulling the dress cup down slowly, the nipple all of a sudden popped up and her right breast sprung into view. It bounced happily, almost eager as the dress' cup slipped off her breast.

"Ohhhhh ..." she breathed, raggedly.

His right hand cupped her right breast, his finger slowly and lightly feeling the soft flesh of the underside. Sliding his hand up, he squeezed and then tweaked her hard nipple, rolling it between his fingers while he continued to suck the left one.

He lifted his head up and whispered in her ear. I can only imagine what he was saying.

With his left hand under her dress, her legs ease apart, he moved his hand up further and further. She rested her feet nicely on the small table in front of the couch as she opened up for him. He gently moved her dress up to the top of her hips, showing her off to me. She had matching pink satin panties on. His hand cupped her pussy gently and rubbed it through the thin material. The atmosphere is so sexually charged, Sandy's lost in the moment. He grinned like a cat and moved back to kissing and sucking her left breast.

"Oh ... you're so wet, you naughty little Hotwife?" Travis said excitedly, rubbing her pussy and watching her reactions as she continued to surrender to him. Her knees were relaxed, opened up, welcoming his attentions. I saw him maneuver her satin panties to the side, and he slipped a finger in. I swear, I saw him shaking as he started to rub her pussy.

Sandy moaned gently to his touch. She turned her head slightly to the side and moaned softly. He watched as his hands touched her nipples and again kissed her neck.

"Beautiful nipples ..." he whispered, almost groaning.

I could see him alternate his attention to her pussy. He kept rubbing her clit, then slipped a finger in her for a few seconds, then returned to her clit. He alternated this for what seemed ages. Her knees were almost level with her hips. She opened herself completely, such was the state of her excitement. She moaned louder with every passing moment. Sandy's face was flushed as he continued rubbing her, kissing her nipples, and tweaking those gorgeous tits.

"Your pussy feels so good ... Get these sexy panties out of the way."

Sandy lifted up her ass gently from his knee. He slid her panties over her thighs without protest, and they fell to the floor. She laid back, slightly relaxing on him, and his fingers returned to her pussy as she spread her legs. She looked so wet, her lips pouting with arousal as he focused on her. Within a few more minutes, her moans became whimpers and soft cries. They got more intense as her hips begin to move in time with his fingers moving up and down, in and out, and side to side.

Are you going to come for me?" he asked. Nothing but moans and rising cries were Sandy's reply. "Are you going to suck my cock and let me fuck you from behind? That beautiful ass of yours has been driving me crazy all night."

More urgently, Sandy's gentle cries were elevated. "You like being watched, don't you? You like having his permission to be a slut, don't you?"

"Yes ..." she whimpered urgently, her hips rotating faster.

She was so close waiting for the inevitable.

"You're looking forward to my cock aren't you?"

"Yes ..."

"God, your tits are so fucking gorgeous. Maybe I will pump my cum all over them."

"I'm going to cum ..." she moaned raggedly, almost helplessly. "Oh god ... I'm really going to cum."

Sandy's legs were shaking. Her cries become louder and more intense. Her whole body was shaking. I thought my cock is going to explode just watching the two of them. I didn't even touch myself for fear of breaking the moment.

"Oh, that's it," says Travis, watching her face and grinning, rubbing her clit faster and faster. "I'm going to watch you as you come. Just think of my cock pounding your wet pussy."

She lurched forward in spasms, overwhelmed. Her eyes widened. She whimpered in between her loud cries and gasps. Her head rolled back. She jerked wildly, shaking uncontrollably, and grinding her pussy against his fingers.

"Beautiful ... You're so wet ... You look and feel beautiful ..."

She was coming so hard it was almost violent. Her tits shaking with her ragged breathing. Her eyes closed tightly as her face grimaced with the sweet agony of ecstasy. Head back and her legs open for full view, I can see how wet he's gotten her. Her whole body was writhing as she orgasmed. With every jerk, there's an intense drawn out cry. Travis held on to her as she spammed uncontrollably in his tight grip. Her hand has wrapped round the wrist of his hand that was rubbing her pussy, gripping it tightly. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

His attention to her clit slowed as she came down. Still whimpering softly with occasional cries, she fell back slowly and seemed to melt into his chest. His fingers, covered in her juices, move up to her tits and he rubbed them over her nipples.

"Now, come and suck my cock."

Eventually she got up, dazed slightly, and light headed. I'm sure it's from her powerful orgasm, but the booze can't be ruled out. She pulled her arms out of the straps from the dress leaving the bottom half still on. Still sitting in the seat, Travis helped her turn round, gently guiding her down to his crotch. His cock was practically popping out the top of his trousers. She knelt down in front of him and slowly undid his belt and the top button and slid the zipper down. He eased down his trousers and boxers. His cock was as hard as hell and with Sandy's powerful orgasm, the head was all wet. His girth was impressive. She ran her hand up and down his shaft, using his own pre-cum as a lubricant, and lowered her mouth, watching his face as she ran her tongue over it.

Her mouth glides over the large head, slowly sliding her red lips over it, sinking down little by little as she bobbed up and down. All the while she watched his face and his expressions as she stoked his cock.

"Ohh ..." he groans, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth. "That's good. Take it all in."

I can't believe I'm watching my wife being completely consumed with sexual lust. I had expected it and hoped for it but it was nonetheless extraordinary to watch. I couldn't stand it any longer. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers to release my aching cock. I stroked it lightly. It was so hard, it throbbed with every stroke. Travis looked at Sandy's slow cock sucking. She lathered up his cock with her saliva, occasionally running her hand up and down it whilst she sucks the head, then returned and engulfed his cock, causing him to groan. This went on for a few minutes, his groans building, until he stopped her with light taps on her shoulder.

He guided her up and they kissed hard and hungry. "I want to fuck you from behind and see my cock sliding into your wet pussy and that fucking gorgeous ass bouncing as I fuck you hard and deep."

She gave a devious little smile as his language turned coarse again. He was squeezing her ass cheek with one hand and rubbing her pussy again with the other. "And if you're good, I might even spank your sweet ass while I fuck and pound your pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," says Sandy, totally without shame.

They moved with speed and anticipation. Within seconds, the table is hurriedly pushed forward a bit as Sandy drops to her knees bending over it. All his clothes are off in seconds. Sandy raises her ass as he slid his hands over her beautiful ass, lifting the silky pink dress up and over her sweet ass, exposing it ever so slowly. It seemed an eternity before her beautiful ass came into view. It was worth the wait. My cock ached as it throbbed watching Travis slide his hands over that beautiful ass. God, she's fucking gorgeous. He guided his cock to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down on her pussy lips for a moment, wetting the head further, savoring the moment. She looked into his eyes as he aimed his cock.

Panting hard, Sandy whispered, "Please, put it in me."

His cock teased her further. She was almost coming again from the talk as her pussy was being rubbed by his cock. She was moaning hard again. He slipped it in a little, giving it to her slowly, causing her to moan a little, and continued to fuck her slowly using just the head. Her eyes were glazed over, her head on its side resting on the table.

"Please ... I'm going to cum again ..." She was pushing back at him, trying to get his cock into her as her moaning rose, but he did not giving in. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. She was on the brink.

"Fuck me". His cock continued to tease her with shallow strokes. "Fuck me." "I'm going to come. Oh please ... Please fuck me ..." He slid in a little bit more with small, shallow strokes until he was almost in. She started crying out, gasping. "Please. Please, fuck me. I'm coming ...Please... Fuck me," she moaned urgently almost desperately. "Fuck me with your cock."

He pushed in firmly right at the moment she came, and began to pound her relentlessly. She was crying out, "Fuck ... me ..." with every thrust he gave her. He fucked her fast and hard, filling her, pushing his full length into her with every ferocious thrust. Her eyes were closed as he fucked her roughly, smacking her ass slightly harder and harder.

He smacked her little ass cheeks. "I have missed fucking your sweet pussy. I'm going to fuck you around the clock until I put your tight ass on the plane Sunday."

I was just about to come while she cried out. Just watching it was the hottest thing. I could barely contain myself. Her orgasm ripped through her, all the while she's saying, "Fuck me," in time with his thrusts. Another powerful orgasm. Her knuckles were white holding onto the edge of the table as he continued to fuck her like the exceptional athlete he was. She lifted up her head, and I could see her face contorted in sweet, blissful agony. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth open, gasping for air. Her breathing was ragged. Her legs were quivering. Her ass was rippling with the ferocity of their fucking.

"Fuck me ..." Her body shook violently as her orgasm reached its peak. She was gasping for air as he continued to fuck her deep and hard. Overwhelmed, her head sunk to rest on the table while she whimpered and he continued to pound her pussy.

As her orgasm subsided, Travis's thrusts slowed down. Sandy came back down to earth and continued to groan with every firm thrust. As their rhythm settled, he continued to smack her ass. Not as hard as a moment ago, but playful little slaps. He kept this up for another minute. Sandy was on fire. She was riding out the last spasms or her orgasm, whimpering. Travis slowed down and stopped. He leaned over her, his mouth next to her ear.

"Now, my horny slut, you turn around so I can suck those lovely tits of yours."

The sweat was dripping off both of them now. As he withdrew and she got up and turned round, they kissed hungrily as he pulled off the rest of her dress. It seemed to just fall away, sliding to the floor in seconds. His mouth found her tits immediately, sucking and licking one of those beautiful tits while roughly fondling the other.

"Oh ... I can still taste your pussy on your tits," he says breathlessly. "You taste so fucking gorgeous."

After a few minutes, he laid her down on the nearby bed, with her legs over his shoulders he slowly pushed in again. They continued to fuck nice and slowly, in a perfect rhythm. Travis's hands were all over Sandy and Sandy was holding his ass pulling him in. Her head was raised watching his fat cock pound in and out of her. They didn't say a word, but their groans and cries filled the room as they built up a steady pace. They were like animals. He was feasting on her tits alternating his attention from one to the other. After a few minutes Travis slowed down, stopped and rolled off her.

"Oh, you dirty Hotwife," said Travis breathing heavy. "You come and climb on my lap and bounce up and down on this happy cock of mine."

She straddled him. She slid down savoring the feeling of that big cock. She began to bounce up and down, moaning every time she took his cock deep inside her. He sucked her tits roughly.

That ass. That fucking ass. I stare at it intently, watching it wobble and ripple as she bounced up and down on Travis, doing her best to milk his cock. My cock is so hard its aching. It throbs urgently.

I can't take any more and flip off the monitor for the night. Sandy is safe and satisfied and won't last much longer. I will watch the recording tomorrow.

I awake early as usual and go for a run. Three miles, a hot meal, and a shower later my curiosity gets the best of me and I turn on the monitor. It's still before 9 in the morning. My suspicions were correct as there was only about 10 minutes of video file after I turned the monitor off last evening. Ten minutes of Sandy riding Travis to another orgasm before they both collapsed for the night.

Going to the live cameras revealed several of the others in the great room fixing breakfast and talking about the day's plans. In Travis's room the two queen beds were both filled but Travis was waking up. He moved to Sandy's bed and gently kissed her while she slept. His morning wood was on full display and he quickly climbed in bed with her. Sandy woke up a few minutes later with Travis's cock picking up where he left off the night before, pumping Sandy full of cum. Travis pulled out telling Sandy he would take better care of her later but that he had to get cleaned up and get going as they had a guide taking the guys out fishing at 9:30. As he headed to the shower he turned and said, "I left a credit card on the table. Buy yourself a sexy outfit today and don't forget to wear your Hotwife anklet tonight."

An hour later Sandy called. She was a little anxious waiting for me to react after saying she was fine but missed me last night. I said it seemed like she had kept plenty busy and enjoyed herself. She purred in the phone that she did have fun but she missed cuddling up to sleep with the man she loved. I reminded her she would be home in her own bed with me in about 36 hours so she should just enjoy her time in Florida as I had certainly enjoyed it. The girls were going to spend a few hours on the beach then do a little shopping in town and if the guys caught anything they planned to grill fish for dinner.

After watching the webcam while Sandy slid into a tiny bikini she would never wear around home, I headed off for my own day of errands.

It was after 7 that evening before I turned the monitor on. The action seemed to be in the patio area. The men must have done ok as there were filets being grilled. Everyone was nursing drinks and enjoying the beautiful evening weather with ocean breezes. The women were stunning, each wearing a very stylish yet sexy outfit, a sample of their bounty from their afternoon outing. One of the couples had left, from the chatter evidently they didn't stay for the Saturday night party. In addition to Travis and Sandy, Clint and Janice, the married couple and Alex and Jasmine remained. Clint was a retired ballplayer and restaurateur. Janice looked like a typical jock groupie, blond hair, big bust, deep tan and a fair amount of makeup but lots of personality and a consummate flirt. Clint was about 6-2, 200 pounds, solid and nice looking if you don't mind mustaches. Alex was the big boy in the group, about 6-5 and 220. Very dark completed but with a constant big smile and infectious laugh. Jasmine looked like a jasmine - petite, cute and very well put together with cleavage that one quickly assumed had been given some human assistance and several tats and a small diamond stud in her nose.

The six of them visited and drank and prepared and ate their dinner over the next 90 minutes. Sandy looked great in the snug red skirt and silky white blouse, some type of stockings, I presumed equally sexy underwear, and a glistening Hotwife anklet. The group was loud and animated and flirty, enjoying good food, booze, company and the escape from everyday pressures. After dinner was over everyone gathered in the great room area were Jasmine and Janice got everyone's attention then, with great fanfare, announced it was time to initiate the new Hotwife.

Sandy blushed and looked stunned; not sure exactly what "initiate" meant but having some suspicions. She didn't need to wait long as Jasmine and Janice took seats while all three men surrounded Sandy. Clint kissed Sandy quickly on the lips and said, "We all go way back and we share."

Without a response he stepped behind her and pulled her hair to the side and leaned over to kiss the back of her neck. You could almost see her squirm as he nestled his lips on her sensitive skin and his large hands on the curve of her hips just below her waist. Alex stepped forward telling Sandy they enjoyed listening to her and Travis going at it last night and he was looking forward to finding out what got Travis so excited. Sandy stood almost motionless as Alex's hand moved to her blouse as he gently ran his fingers over the silky fabric. Not surprisingly his focus soon centered on running his fingers over her breasts.

Sandy looked toward Travis as if she was expecting him to come to her aid. He did step forward then unbuckled and removed a decorative belt on her skirt. Sandy's fate was clear; only the details remained to play out.

Clint switched to Sandy's other shoulder, burrowing his mouth in the tender flesh of her neck. Alex's hand was now firmly cupping one breast as he hungrily kissed her lips. Jasmine stepped up and scooted Alex aside as she announced," You guys will love the lingerie we picked out for Sandy today." Then she quickly unbuttoned the front of Sandy's blouse. While Travis was no stranger to Sandy's breasts and the others had seen her in a tiny bikini, there is still something exciting in seeing a woman's clothing removed. Jasmine was right. The embroidered white bra displayed Sandy's breasts beautifully. The skirt was quickly undone and Jasmine and Travis teamed up to slide the snug skirt down.

The guys voiced their approval as Sandy modeled a beautifully fitting bra, panty and garter belt ensemble with silky stockings, sandals with two inch heels, and that Hotwife anklet. Alex responded, "We can take it from here." And his hand quickly found its way back to Sandy's breast.

As Jasmine stepped back and moved toward her chair she giggled, "Make her beg for it."

Clint interrupted his necking to unhook Sandy's strapless bra and slipped it down leaving Clint's hand enjoying the smooth soft flesh of Sandy's left breast while its mate proudly displayed the aroused nipple and perfect shape of her bust. Several minutes of fondling followed with Sandy's moans signaling the effect they were having. As Clint disengaged his necking to catch his breath, he used the pause to remove Sandy's panties. The nicely trimmed pubic hair landing strip drew attention to Sandy's womanly charms still framed by the stockings and garter belt.

Alex's fingers danced delicately over the newly uncovered flesh. Travis reached a hand in to fondle Sandy's breast and Clint had moved one of his hands from its home on her hips to grope an ass cheek. Travis stepped in and kissed Sandy's lips tenderly then moved to inhale her breast. I could not see where Clint's hand was but Sandy's moans and squirming signaled they were contributing to her pleasure.

Travis lowered his mouth down to Sandy's sex and began to use his tongue to explore every inch of her.

"Oh God...Yes," she cried as he began to eat her pussy, using his tongue to gently tickle and caress her clit, as he quickly worked a finger deep inside of her. She moaned deeply and grabbed his head and ground it hard into her pussy as he continued to feed like a nursing puppy. He could feel her tense, and worked even harder until her cries became unmistakable and her orgasm took hold.

Oblivious to the others in the room, "Oh my God...oh yes...ohhhhh," she cried as waves of pleasure flowed through her veins and bathed her in a magical glow. He continued to linger between her thighs for a while, savoring her taste, until eventually he made his way up and began to suckle from her breasts. She moaned lightly as she pulled him up and kissed him on the mouth, slowly reaching down to massage the large bulge in his pants. He moaned slightly and began to gently knead her breasts as he felt her continue to grope his hard cock.

"Let me take care of you now," she said as she quickly led him over to a recliner. She knelt between his legs, and as she pulled down the zipper of his pants, was transfixed by the cock in front of her.

"Travis I've never seen it this big! What have you been doing to it," she laughed as she began to gently stoke it. Travis looked deeply in her eyes as she opened her mouth and took him inside, and moaned from the feeling and the sheer eroticism of the moment. Her eyes never left his as she continued to pound him into her mouth, as he gently began to stroke her hair.

Travis moaned deeply, and try as he may not to make a sound; a loud moan escaped his lips as he erupted inside of her mouth.

"Arghhhh," he cried as he emptied his seed into her waiting mouth, but instead of stopping, Sandy began to suck harder and milked him until he was bone dry. He gripped the sides of the chair tightly as she continued to suck him off, until he began to harden again in her mouth, and then stood up and gently sat in his lap kissing him deeply on the lips. They continued to kiss and his hands moved freely over her body, until he found her ass and gripped it firmly.
He gently knelt between her legs and removed his pants, as she stared at him through lust filled eyes. Then he gently licked her pussy once more, before sliding his 6 inches into her sopping wet hole. They moaned in unison as his prick began its invasion of her waiting womb.

"Oh God ...go slow...that's it...oh yeah...oh Gawd," Sandy moaned as she felt him stretching her insides and forcing his way deeper inside of her. Travis made no sound as he continued his invasion, just soft grunts as his prick plunged forward until their pubic bones met. Once they did he remained motionless for a minute as his cock grew accustomed to the velvet vice that incased it, and Sandy wrapped her legs around him and purred softly as the pleasure from this increasingly familiar cock began to take her toward another orgasm. Slowly Travis began to thrust in and out of her as she moaned softy and pulled his mouth to her own.

"Yeah...do it...fuck me," Sandy cried as he continued to pump into her, and gently began to suckle from her breasts again. Travis was in absolute heaven as he plunged deeper and deeper into Sandy as she pulled him close to her and dug her nails into his back. Sandy was close to her breaking point, and as Travis continued to pound her she held him tightly and held him close to her.

"Oh Gawd...," she cried as the sweet release came to her again and her orgasm took hold. Travis was near his point as well, and after a few more thrusts he exploded and planted his seed deep into her pussy. They stood and held each other for several moments.

"Next." Announced Travis as he moved away from Sandy.

Alex stepped forward, "Oh, shit, I've been looking forward to this," he moaned as he quickly tugged on his zipper. Clint followed his lead and soon both men were naked with two unspent cocks pointing at the ceiling. Sandy knelt gracefully in front of Alex. He whimpered when she reached out and took his cock between her fingers. She caressed his now throbbing cock, stroking it up and down a few times before she bent forward and started to lick the underside of his shaft and onto his balls before taking one of them into her mouth.

Before long she was slurping up and down his hard shaft as she took it deep in her throat, stopping only to tickle his balls with her tongue. He sat there rooted to the couch with his eyes closed as he moaned in pleasure. Sandy's cock sucking was impressive and if she kept it up he would soon be exploding all over her face.

Alex started to thrust his stiff cock in and out of her open mouth. Letting it glide into her mouth, she closed her lips around it and took him deeper into her mouth and finally into her throat. By now one of his hands was behind her head and his other was massaging one of her breasts. "Oh fuck yeah," is all he could moan as Sandy worked his cock and he started to fuck her mouth in earnest. Alex was huffing and puffing like a freight train his balls tensed just before he shot a heavy load of cum deep in her throat.

Next was Clint, his cock, longer and thinner than Alex's and already had pre-cum oozing from the tip. Laughing, Sandy grasped his cock and started to lick and suck the head, teasing it with her tongue. Then she playfully licked the entire length of his cock, stopping to carefully lick and lightly suck on his balls. Then she returned to the head of his cock, letting it slide into her mouth, her tongue bathing it as she sucked it into the back of her throat. As we watched, Alex twisted his strong fingers in her silken, black locks and held her head in a controlling grip.

Before Sandy could grasp the situation, she felt the warm 'splat' of his cum on her face. The next instant she opened her mouth and reached out with her tongue to catch the cum that was slowly flowing down from her cheekbone toward her lips. Just as she tasted the first drop of his hot, creamy cum the next load hit her lips and chin, dripping on her chest. Then he jerked her hair back, exposing her neck, so the next load hit Sandy's lovely neck, and slowly flowed down towards her perfect breasts.

After Alex cam Sandy quickly moved on to Clint. Sandy got between Clint's legs and started sucking and licking on his large hanging balls. Then she took his cock in her mouth. She grinned when his cock got even harder in her mouth. She pulled his foreskin back and started circling her tongue around his big reddish/purple cock head as she stroked his now hard cock.

As Sandy continued to suck his cock, Clint felt his balls start to churn, warning him of his impending orgasm. Instead of warning Sandy, he started pumping his hips and was soon spewing his load into her mouth. Caught up in the excitement, Sandy greedily slurped his cum up, swallowing it all as fast as it filled her mouth. When he finished cumming, she continued to lick and suck on his cock, slowly urging it into a state of readiness again.

Licking her cum coated lips, Sandy rocked on her haunches and smiled.

Sandy was hot and wet and would need to be fucked again. Eagerly they circled her and hustled her over to the table. Then before Sandy knew it, she was on her back on the table with Travis and Alex holding her legs far apart. In this position Sandy's wet pussy was exposed.

Alex moved into position between her legs. Alex had a talented and persistent tongue that he now used to expertly explore her little pink pussy. Sandy moaned, "Uuum," loudly and tried to move, but we held her fast.

Ignoring her resistance, Alex used his fingers to spread her delicate lips and fully open her up as he continued exploring.

Sandy was moaning loud and trying to move, but was still pinned. I could tell that she was hot as hell.

"Ohh fuck, yes. I'm so ready to cum," Sandy shirked.

His finger was twitching inside her as his tongue worked her clit. "She's getting tight inside. I think she's ready," he panted as he worked faster. As she tried in vain to squirm around the table, she screamed as she orgasmed so violently that she almost passed out.

Alex inserted a second finger into Sandy's pussy to keep her in a state of continuous arousal. She begged him to stop, "I can't take anymore." He finally let go, as she lay spent and moaning on the table.

Travis gently pulled Sandy off the table. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Travis grabbed her, whirled her around and bent her face forward over the arm of an easy chair. As he grabbed her hips, Sandy moaned, "Oh shit. I'm not sure I can ..." but it was too late, Travis was already buried inside her. Her eyes popped open wide and she was forced to grip the arms of the chair to steady herself against the onslaught of his forceful pounding. Like a machine, Travis's balls slapped against her clit as he rammed his cock into her.

Regaining a little of her equilibrium, Sandy started thrusting her hips back and meeting his with equal gusto. "In about two minutes he was cumming hard.

Alex was next and on her in a flash, sliding down between her legs, grabbing her by her ankles and placing her petite little feet up on his shoulders. Then, in one thrusting movement, he plunged his hard cock into her dripping wet pussy as far as it would go, making her grunt and whine from the impact. "Oh, yesss!" she hissed as he slowly pulled back and then rammed into her again. His tight balls slapped against her sweet ass cheeks as he grunted and pounded on top her. As Alex repeatedly buried his meat all the way to the hilt, Sandy kept chanting, "Fuck me. Come on fuck me good." Sandy was so high on sex then that it only took a few more thrusting strokes before she was humping wildly back and cumming; moaning and sobbing, "Ohm, Oh, yess! fuck me, fuck, its soo good," until he too was shouting out his mighty orgasm.

Out of all the guys Clint was the biggest, not huge, but thick and veiny. He picked Sandy up and pushed her over the armchair again. After a few ...smack... teasing swats on her naked butt, he started sliding the head of his cock up and down her puffy slit. She gasped as he plunged forward and her sore pussy was spread open again. "Oh god," he roared. "I love this tight pussy. I'm gonna fuck her bow-legged."

Sandy whimpered a little as she steadied herself across the chair. Grabbing her hips, Clint started slowly, very slowly, moving in and out. Sometimes pulling a little right or left with the in and out motion. Very slowly he fucked her until her juices were flowing again and coating his cock. When he reached around and fingering her engorged clit, Sandy jumped like an electric shock went through her. She whimpered a little more, then, Clint laughed and picked up the pace. Before long she was in ecstasy and begging him to fuck her hard.

But he didn't. Instead, he kept his pace slow until Sandy looked up, eyes wide open and whimpered, "Ohh fuck."

Then he pulled out as she came. Now in full orgasm, her pussy juice was running down her trembling legs. Laughing, he unexpectedly rammed his cock back into her spasming pussy and started pounding her like a jackhammer, slamming her harder and harder. Franticly, she clutched the arms of the chair under the force of his cock ramming. Her breasts shaking in the air, screaming her way into another orgasm as Clint continued to fuck her.

With a primal roar, Clint pulled almost out and then slammed back hard enough to almost knock her off the chair.

"So full ..." says Sandy, panting.

They fuck like this for what seems ages. Soon, the rhythm becomes more physical: deeper, harder, and faster. They are all moaning and groaning, lost to the frenzied lustful state.

"Oh God—Oh God—I'm going to come—" Sandy cries out.

Crying out again and again as she came, Sandy screamed, "Fuck my holes. Oh, fuck my holes. Pump it into me." The sensations, as she comes, are incredible. His rhythm spasms as Sandy begins to writhe shaking violently, letting out a long, sweet agonizing cry.

The room was filled by Sandy's moans. She bucked and writhed, such was the ferocity of her orgasm. She laid motionless over the chair. Naked except for the garter belt and stockings with her ass and dripping pussy on full display.

The men were spent for the evening perhaps able to satisfy jasmine and Janice later that night and leaving Sandy's sated body to Travis' desires. The women helped Sandy clean up and make her way to her bed for the night.

Sunday morning I had visions of a repeat of Saturday morning with Travis taking his pleasure from Sandy's pussy. I was only partly right. Sandy awoke with Jasmine's face burrowing in her pussy while Travis thrust his morning wood in Jasmine from behind. I flipped off the monitor hoping that they would finish their orgy in time for Sandy to catch her flight.

Epilogue

Sandy's Florida weekend assignment and our last Hotwife adventure was eleven years and two children ago. The video isn't to good compared to today's high definition cameras but we still have the digital file on a flash drive in the safe. We watch them infrequently but the memory is still vivid. Travis passed in a car accident several years ago and it's unlikely that another set of circumstances will arise where we are willing to throw caution to the wind and let the Hotwife loose. But Sandy is still hot and she has been fully initiated so perhaps when the kids re older...