An Invitation To Be A NaughtyWife

Sandra did not want to go. She had been to these functions a few times with her husband. It was almost obligatory. Many wives will know the feeling, she thought. Such functions are always very boring and mainly because Kevin, Sandra’s husband, once he gets into conversation with other work colleagues, just forgets he is supposed to be with her and she ends up like a spare part wishing the whole evening was over and they could just go home.

It irritated her all the more when she heard her husband laughing raucously at something one of his friends had said. The laughter gets louder with each drink he consumes. Oh she didn’t mind her husband having a great time if she was having a good time with him. However. not when she is bored out of her tree, smiling at people she doesn’t even know and being the dutiful little wife. Sometimes it reaches the point where she could just walk up to him and throw a drink straight into his face and say,“Know me? I am the woman you came in with.”

Kevin always wanted to impress his boss and often went too far in trying to ingratiate himself for Sandra’s liking and she thought it did him more harm than good. It certainly made her want to throw up.

His boss and owner of a large firm of city accountants is Richard Mead, a man in his mid to late sixties who had developed quite a paunch. He had silvery hair and was short of stature. It was difficult to imagine him ever having been attractive to any woman.

There were some twenty guests, ten couples all sat down to dinner at the large dining table, each course was served by two young girls about 18 years of age. Richard Mead was filling his face with one mouthful after another and eating with his mouth open, which was a grotesque sight. Of course he had the outward signs of wealth displaying gold rings on his fingers and what must have been a very expensive watch. He sat at the head of the table in an imposing posture as if to say “I am the alpha male here!”

At the opposite end of the table sat his wife Rachel, a leggy brunette who Sandra had met on numerous occasions and had developed a good relationship with over the past two years or so. Sandra would have estimated her to be around forty-two years of age, easily twenty years, or more, younger than her husband. There is no denying her beauty Sandra thought, her silky auburn hair flowing down towards the small of her back, her eyes a stunning brown shaded by long eyelashes. She wore a long red dress with low-cut-back that accentuated her figure as it moulded perfectly around her breasts and into her slim waist. It would be easy to ask what she was doing married to Richard Mead were it not for his obvious wealth.

Sandra had met three of the men before who were friends of Kevin’s. She would say friends loosely because basically they were all backstabbers when it came down to it.

Malcolm Crompton was a rising star in the company and was the Managing Director of the operation in the north of England. Apparently he was very clever but had a reputation among female staff of being a bit of a creep, altogether too touchy feely for the liking of many. His wife was a small and petite, brunette. She wore a short pink dress with a rather low plunging neckline revealing a great deal of cleavage. Her breasts were smallish but she displayed them perfectly much to the pleasure of the drooling males.

In fact, looking around the table there wasn’t much to pick from apart the guy who sat at the opposite side of the table to Sandra and a few seats to her left in the direction of the top of the table. She did not know his name then but he was quite attractive, the classic chiselled good looks, tall, dark and very handsome. Most women, if not all the women in the room, would find him by far and away the only one worth looking at more than once. The woman sat next to him was an attractive looking blonde who dressed quite classy but did not have a wedding ring on her finger so one had to assume she was not the wife of Mr. Gorgeous.

Terry Fernley she had met before; he was with his wife Paige. How do these average looking men find these attractive wives? Paige is brunette very nice legs and well rounded thighs which she made sure everyone could see. Her yellow dress was not too short but enough to ride a good third of the way up her thighs. Terry Fernley was clearly very proud of his attractive wife and seemed to enjoy her display of thigh regularly placing his hand on the one nearest to him as if to say to other men in the room. “Look what I got.”

After dinner everyone retired to a large drawing room and that was where the mingling took place and Sandra found herself abandoned by her inattentive spouse. There will hardly be a married woman anywhere who has not been abandoned with a drink in her hand and yet expected to smile sweetly at everyone and pretend to be enjoying a boring evening. She was left in that state for a good half an hour.

Suddenly, she was saved by Rachael Mead who came and joined her. Sandra was certain that Rachel found these parties just a boring as she did.

“You look a bit lost Darling,” she said, “Husbands can be such arseholes don’t you think?”

Sandra just smiled as sweetly as she could and was careful to remain non-committal.

“Richard is no different; I have to suffer these occasions too.”

“I have always imagined you have quite an exciting life Rachel.” Sandra said.

“Oh yes, I certainly do dear. I have a very exciting life,” she smiled knowingly and raised one finger to her lips to indicate that she had just imparted a naughty secret. Sandra raised her eyebrows and smiled at this subtle hint.

“Most of the women here are members of my secret little exclusive club, we kill the boring lives we would otherwise have artificially massaging the overblown egos of this lot,” she added nodding in the direction of a huddle of the male guests who were obviously laughing at some dirty joke or other.

Surprised that she would half reveal what seemed like a dark secret Sandra’s mouth fell open but she could not help a little giggle at the audacity of the woman. Was she telling her that she was getting it somewhere else and that she wasn’t the only wife in the room doing so?

Emboldened by Sandra’s little giggle Rachel continued, “Come on Dear, you don’t think for one minute that I limit my life to podgy belly over there do you?” half nodding her head in the direction of her husband. “He keeps me in luxury and pays the bills but when it comes to the sack I need something hunky. Where do you get your bit on the side Sandra?”

She said it so matter of fact as if there could be no doubt that Sandra would be having an affair, as if it was natural and taken for granted that she would be doing so and that it was normal for Rachel, and probably the circles in which she moved. Was it just expected of Sandra too? Is that why she felt bold enough to impart her secret?

“I have no ‘bit on the s,” she started to answer but Rachel cut her short and again took control of the conversation.

“Well Sandra darling you must get your jollies somewhere, husbands can be so boring between the sheets don’t you think?” she asked in her very upper middle-class accent.

Well she had point there, Kevin was hardly a stallion but he had been the only man Sandra had ever had sex with and they had been married for 10 years quite happily. No children because Kevin was very career minded. Other married women she had spoken to about their sex lives, as women do, led her to believe that her sex life was quite normal.

Rachael saw the look on Sandra’s face and was quick to capitalise.

“Oh Sandra, you poor thing, you have one of those five-minute husbands, in, out, balls empty and goodnight.”

This time Sandra really did laugh, “Sounds about right,” she said.

“Is he your one and only Dear? Has there ever been anyone else?”

Now this was getting a bit personal even between friends but woman-to-woman Sandra felt she had little option but to answer.

“Definitely my one-and-only,” she said, feeling quite uncomfortable that she was revealing the quality of her sex life to Rachel and that she had allowed Rachel to tease it out of her. It was a bit like asking if she was still a virgin.

“Surely you must get curious sometimes, I know I did. You must sometimes wonder Darling.”

This time Sandra did not answer and just smiled as pleasantly as she could.

“It was like that with my first husband,” she said, “Then I got to thinking about it. There was this ab-so-lutely gorgeous hunk of a maintenance man at work who occasionally came into my office to change bulbs and do other little odd jobs like cleaning the windows. I suppose I must have flirted with him a bit too obviously until one day he screwed me over my own desk with my legs spread all over the place. You can’t beat getting your hands all over a fit muscular body. God he was good!”

Sandra felt her face flush and her chest tighten as she tried to control her breathing. Rachel had made it sound so exotic that Sandra was feeling hot, her knickers were getting damp thinking about it and picturing the scene.

“Anyway, be that as it may we will leave that subject,” Rachael said which disappointed Sandra somewhat. She was intrigued as to her present extra-marital relationship and would have liked to hear more. Rachael had lit the blue touch paper of Sandra’s natural female curiosity.

“I am going to catch the train into London tomorrow. I want to do a little shopping in Oxford Street. Would you like to come along Dear?” Sandra did like Rachel a lot but wished she would stop calling her Dear and Darling.

“I don’t know, I hardly ever go to London, not my scene really.”

“Oh, you must come we could have a girly day out, call somewhere for lunch or find a nice little café or something. Meet me at the station around nine o’clock.”

“I really don’t think … oh go on why not?” Sandra said actually feeling quite excited at getting out and about for a few hours.

Rachael paid for the train tickets and they travelled first class.

“I just love shopping Sandra, don’t you? I find it very therapeutic and good for the soul.”

Sandra decided to make it clear from the start that she could not afford to go expensive shopping like Rachel could and that her budget was not that of a woman with an open ended credit card.

“I do like shopping Rachael but I am afraid my budget does not run to the kind of clothes you buy.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that Darling I am going on a window shopping expedition not in need of new clothes just now, relax Sandra.”

Well that made Sandra feel better anyway.

“No, we will just go window shopping, take in some of the sights call somewhere for a meal and catch the train back, let’s call it a bonding session shall we?”

Why was Sandra getting all this attention? She was trying to work it out. Rachael was a friend who had phoned her a few times but hardly what one would call a close friend. Of all the guests at the party why had she so quickly homed in on Sandra?

“I could see, Sandra, that you did not like all the formal stuffiness at the party last night, I am always pleased when they are over. Have you met most of them before?” she asked, as soon they got sat down in the first-class compartment and as if she knew what Sandra was thinking.

“No,” Sandra said, “I have had casual acquaintance with one or two of the others but that’s all. I have met Malcolm Crompton before but never his wife.”

“Oh Hannah, yes you would like Hannah, I will make sure you get to meet her in a more relaxed atmosphere she loves a good time. She is actually such good fun, loves life,” she said it with that same look on her face she had when she told Sandra she had a fun life herself.

“You must know Paige Fernley,” she continued, “Paige is very fun-loving too.”

“Yes I have met Paige before but only briefly, I have met her husband once or twice through Kevin. Terry seems to be good friends with my husband.”

“Oh, good,” Rachael said, “I am pleased you have met Paige before.”

Why was she pleased Sandra had met Paige already? It did not feel right, like there was a hidden agenda slowly emerging. Sandra thought.

“Who was the guy with the classy dressed blonde?” Sandra asked.

“Ah Darling, I just knew you would mention Robert Burley, what a hunk he is. None of us would kick him out of bed.”

Sandra felt her face flush. It was like she had inadvertently betrayed herself in some way.

Rachael couldn’t help but notice. “Oh come on Sandra, what woman wouldn’t want him inside her knickers and he is available after all.

“So who was the woman with him?”

“Lord knows he always turns up with a different woman everytime. I can introduce you to him if you wish.”

Rachael was right about one thing, he was one gorgeous looking man but there are lots of good-looking men but you do not just go around diving under the sheets with them. Sandra thought.

“No, it is all right Rachael I do not want to get him in my bed thanks,” Sandra said a little unconvincingly.

“Sandra Darling, marriage does not turn you into a Nunn the minute the vicar says ‘I pronounce you man and wife.’ There is such a thing as life after marriage you know. In our little club we all love our husbands dearly. Their job is to bring home the goodies, protect the home, keep us in the style to which we are all accustomed and we have sex with them as part of the deal,” she said laughing. “But there are men and men Dear, as you know, and we all would like a bit of the stud types from time to time. It is female nature Darling, Mother Nature at work.”

“So let me get this clear, Paige and Hannah and you are all screwing other men, is that what you are telling me?” Sandra ventured the question thinking to get it out into the open just what Rachel’s little club was all about.

“Not just me, Paige and Hannah, it depends on who can come along and whose husbands are away. We only arrange a meeting of the club if we can get at least three of the wives to come and know we will all get away with it.”

“Right,” Sandra said, “and who are the lucky guys then?”

“Well there is a rich selection only too willing but they have to be very attractive and fit. If you saw them Sandra you might think it was the women who were the lucky ones.”

“And are there single women in this club?”

“Good Lord no,” Rachael said, looking startled “We could never trust single girls to keep their mouths shut Darling.”

The day they spent in London was nothing special for Sandra but Rachael definitely enjoyed searching all day for underclothes, skimpy sexy knickers and bras and asking Sandra for her opinion.

“They would really look great on you but not my style,” Sandra said diplomatically.

“Oh you underestimate yourself dear, you have an amazing figure. You really must loosen up and get some fun into your life. Robert would just love seeing you in a pair of panties like these,” she said, holding up a very skimpy pair of black briefs with a red trim and white frilly fringe.

“I bet he would,” Sandra gasped, “but he isn’t going to get the chance is he?”

“Well, look Sandra, that is up to you dear.” Her tone suddenly became a little more matter of fact. “I am going to buy this matching set for you. This bra will make you look great.”

“But really Rachael, Kevin will think I have lost my marbles if I wear those.”

“They are not for Kevin, he will never see them,” she said without taking her eyes away from her inspection of the underwear.

Sandra was stunned the last thing she wanted was another woman choosing and buying her underwear, “I … look Rachael …I”

“Shush,” Rachael said stopping Sandra short and again holding one finger across her lips to indicate silence.

“When the cats are away, well you know what the mice get up to. Don’t tell me Sandra that you have never ever thought what it would be like to have sex with another guy, we all have. You must have seen some really attractive hunk you wouldn’t kick out of bed.”

Well she definitely had Sandra there. “Thinking it is one thing but carrying it out surely is another isn’t it?” Sandra put the question to her with solid eye contact.

“Well that’s okay Sandra but we cannot deny nature and it is well established that the ovulating wife starts looking for good genes, it is nature Darling for a woman to look around at the options. Of course our husbands are lovely, we adore them, but there are those times when our minds turn to a good-looking, hunky man who keeps himself in trim and who can last more than five minutes. Richard and I have two lovely sons but it takes no more than a glance to see which one is Richard’s and which one is not.”

The two women both chuckled loudly at this revelation.

“Such men tend be selfish bastards though,” Sandra said.

“How yes Darling they are bastards that is what makes them so utterly sexy, exciting and attractive to us women.”

They both laughed again.

All the way back on the train Rachael opened up even more about her extramarital sex-life and it was rich and varied.

“Luther would just love you Sandra; ‘Once you have black you never go back’ as they say. It is of course a myth that all black men have big cocks but in Luther’s case he definitely measures up. Get a pussy full of Luther and you will be having one orgasm after another all over the bed. You just ask Paige, and Luther would just drool over that cute little arse of yours Sandra.”

Sandra looked at Rachael aghast, her mouth fell open. “Paige! Do you mean before she married Terry?”

“Sandra, you are so naive and innocent. The more Kevin climbs the company ladder the less you will see of him, the lonelier you will get, the more neglected you will become. He will spend more and more time away from home stuffing call girls. The phone calls you get will become less and less frequent. You will have many lonely nights in bed alone. Think about it Sandra. I can tell you that Kevin is going to be promoted and will spend much of his time in Scotland and Northern Ireland where he will be in charge of operations. It is up to you but you might find a use for those panties and that bra sooner than you think.”

Hardly stopping for thought Rachel continued.

“You might not think about it now but Luther is tall just like Robert, he has an amazing ebony body. He will lick your pussy with that tongue of his until you are screaming for more and once he gets that monster of a cock into you that magnificent black arse of his will pound you until you think you have never really had a fuck before.”

“Oh yes, and how would I explain the black baby?” Sandra said laughingly.

“This isn’t the 1950s Darling. We have the pill and the Morning-after-Pill. Think about it we women have never had such sexual freedom. I would not have John, my second son, if I had taken the pill as I should have and if his real father had not gone all the way when he should have pulled out.”

She sounded so funny and they both laughed somewhat dirtily in a very girlie way.

“Robert is Richard’s nephew and lives life like a playboy. He fucks like a steam engine, his cock moves like a piston-rod ramming you like a jackhammer.

“Paul Minter is another in our little group,” she continued, “hung like a donkey, great body and a veritable fucking machine, and you simply must meet Daniel, he is cute, funny and cheeky but fucks like a stallion and just like the others he likes his cock sucked all the way, you know what I mean, he expects you to swallow. We girls just love to serve up the pussy and they fuck it for us but it is a two-way deal. The sex is out of this world. We get the best of all worlds, just think about it Sandra.”

Sandra just did not know how to respond. She hadn’t the slightest intention of joining Rachel’s little club of willing pussies even if Rachel had managed to get her pussy a bit wet, well a lot wet actually. Could she ever let a black man fuck her how ever desperate she had become? She prided herself on not being racist but interracial sex was something else. Obviously Robert would always stand a chance with any woman but she was happily married to Kevin even if he does make her puke the way he creeps around Richard Mead and ignores her at those company functions.

In bed that night with Kevin at the side of her fast asleep, she was staring through the darkness at the ceiling her mind running over everything Rachael had said. She could not believe that three, and by the sounds of it more than three, of the wives who had sat at that same dining table with their husbands were having sex with other men. Rachael made it all sound so natural. Was she really just naïve and innocent? Sandra asked herself.

She did not tell Kevin what she had learned because she knew the trouble it could cause if it all got out and Rachael had after all confided in her as a friend. She was acutely aware that she had mentioned the names of four men, Robert, Luther, Paul and Daniel but only mentioned three women, herself, Hannah and Paige. It was obvious that Rachael was given the task of recruiting. She turned over and wrapped her arm around Kevin, he was fast asleep. she softly whispered in his ear, “Oh Kevin, please don’t ever leave me or let me forget how much I love you, women can get so bored vulnerable.” She drifted off to sleep.

Just as Rachael had said Kevin took over in Scotland and Northern Ireland. Sandra suggested that they should move to live in Scotland but Kevin did not want to move house. “We will be okay here,” he said, “I will spend more time at home than you think.”

At first that turned out to be the case and Kevin was only away three days a week at most. Sandra could easily cope with that and they had nearly every weekend together and made the most of it. They spoke often on the phone while he was away either by using his hotel room phone or more often his mobile but as the workload increased and the job became more demanding he spent less and less time at home. There was always a good reason. They talked every night on the phone when he was away but it was not like having him at home and he was away between four and five nights a week and sometimes even at weekend.

Rachael phoned often to see how Sandra was coping and they would meet in town for a coffee and a bit of shopping more often.

“How are things Sandra?” she would ask.

“OK Rachael we get by, we see each other most weekends and phone each other every night.”

“Hasn’t he even missed phoning you at least one night?” She asked.

“No he is very good and phones me all the time and sends me regular text messages.”

It was a lie. In the past week he had missed phoning twice and when Sandra phoned him on his mobile it was switched off. He told her he had been out for a drink with some mates in Edinburgh and had forgot to switch is mobile on and when he got back to his hotel it was one o’clock in the morning and he thought it was too late to ring her. She let it go but it had been niggling her somewhat but she was not going to give Rachael the pleasure of knowing about that or she might start telling her all about Luther’s cock again.

Rachael started phoning her more often, every few days she was on the phone asking if Sandra was OK. She never phoned when Kevin was at home which told Sandra she knew when he was away. Rachel often visited her husband’s office and would know where everyone was and whether they were at home or away.

The next time Kevin phoned Sandra told him she was not happy with him being away all the time.

“I am not away the entire time sweetheart and you know it. I cannot just give up my job like that.”

“But it is getting worse,” she said crying down the phone, “You were away all last week and four days this week.”

“I am sorry love. I will see what I can do to get home more often.”

For the next two weeks things got better but then fell back again and the phone calls got less frequent and his mobile was switched off much more when he went out with his friends. Crying herself to sleep had become a regular occurrence.

“Are you sure he hasn’t got another woman somewhere?” Rachael asked probing away at Sandra’s growing vulnerability”

“I don’t think he would Rachael, I really don’t.”

“When did you last have sex Sandra, tell me?”

Should I tell her the truth? Sandra thought.

“It is three weeks now,” she said, knowing it was longer.

“Well I think it is longer than that Sandra, it is written all over your face Darling and I do not believe a man working away from home all that time is not hunting around for it and probably getting it.”

Actually it had been five weeks and what is more Sandra had begun fantasising and masturbating a lot and not over Kevin. She had never met Luther and it was not hard to keep him out of her thoughts but Robert she had seen and the thought of him was invading her mind too often. He was playing a more regular starring role in her bed than was Kevin. She also withheld from Rachael the fact that the rows with Kevin had become more frequent.

She did not relate to Rachel the constant thoughts she had about Robert. Only that morning she had been laid in bed thinking about him as she looked up at the ceiling. Slowly her hand slipped under the sheets and down onto her stomach. Her eyes closed and she could see, in her fantasy Robert climbing onto the bed stark naked and positioning himself between her wide open thighs. Her hand passed over her stomach onto her protruding mound causing a wicked flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She was panting audibly as her fingers slipped into her slit and the more she thought of Robert the more she ravaged her wet erect clitoris. In her empty house she freely screamed Robert’s name as her orgasm drenched her fingers.

She went again to meet Rachael in the little café they often used in the town centre. As Sandra walked in she saw Rachael already sat at one of the tables.

Robert was with her as was a black guy who she immediately assumed was Luther.

Robert immediately recognised her and jumped up to get Sandra a coffee while she made her way to the table and the one spare chair.

“This is Sandra,” Rachael said. “Sandra this is Luther.”

“Hello,” Sandra said with minimum eye contact.

“Hello!” Luther said, “I have heard so much about you.”

I bet you have, Sandra thought smiling as she sat down.

Luther was much as Rachael had described him, tall, muscular, clearly fit and wickedly good-looking. In the second it took to shake hands Sandra had taken it all in and when he sat down in the chair next to her she could hardly stop herself from looking at his strong and lengthy thighs in those tight light grey trousers and he certainly wasn’t afraid to let any girl who cared to look see the shape of his equipment. Sandra had got an eyeful of it has he sat down but disciplined herself not to risk another look.

Robert returned with her coffee and refills for everyone.

“Quite a welcoming party!” Sandra said blushing again.

“Nice to see you again,” Robert said. Yes I saw you this morning in my bed Sandra thought. Once again Robert looked simply amazing.

“Sandra we are having a little party at Luther’s place tomorrow evening. Hannah and Paige will be coming along. We wondered if you would like to come, just for a few drinks.”

“Can I think about it Rachael, it is a bit out of the blue.”

Just for a few drinks, Sandra thought, she may be naïve but not that naïve. She was thinking if she went to this party with these two gorgeous men around and her feeling sex-starved, horny and possibly ovulating, she will have to put handcuffs on her angles to make sure her legs stayed together.

“Yes, take your time, no pressure,” Robert said, “but I would love it if you could come along.” His brown eyes made contact with Sandra’s. He had been briefed by Rachael she was sure. He probably knew he was talking to a woman who had not had sex for nearly six weeks.

Sandra looked at Rachael pulling her eyes from Robert’s “I will ring you tomorrow and let you know.”

“Once I know you are definitely coming I will send Robert to pick you up,” Rachael said.

Sandra’s heart was thumping, what was she thinking of not refusing outright? She had to take a grip of herself or heaven knows where she was heading.

When she got home she couldn’t think of anything else other than the conversation in the café. She desperately needed to talk to Kevin just to get back on track. Just to hear her husband’s voice. Just to hear him say how much he loved her. She waited and waited and fell asleep in the early hours of the morning without a phone call but not without thinking what it would be like to see Luther with no clothes on.

She spent much of the next morning really angry with Kevin. She had always been told not to phone him during the day when he was working. To tell the truth she could not care less. She just knew she was getting more and more likely to say yes to the party but could not bring herself to actually phone Rachael. She would go to the party but no way was she having sex with any man. At about six o’clock Rachael phoned.

“Have you decided Sandra we are all waiting for you.”

Sandra took a deep breath, “I will be ready in 30 minutes.”

“Okay,” Rachael said and then lowered her voice to a whisper. “Don’t forget to wear those sexy panties and that bra.”

God, Sandra had not given them a seconds thought since she buried them away her panties drawer. She could not possibly wear them. Why would she unless she was really doing it for a man - and another man at that?

In truth her mind was on a roller coaster constantly switching between her love and commitment to Kevin and wondering what sex with another would be like, especially the absolutely gorgeous men currently on offer. What would it be like laid with someone else? Could she give herself and submit to another giving him what should be Kevin’s alone? But then why should she deprive herself with self-denial? Could she have sex with Robert or Luther? God she wanted to when she thought about it, but then her natural female instinct to resist would kick in and she would steel herself against the mounting temptation.

She started to get ready and looking at herself in the mirror in her normal virginal white panties and bra she decided to just try the new sexy ones to see what they looked like. The idea of just trying them on felt very naughty. She actually felt a bit giddy. She stripped naked and got the panties and wriggled herself into them.

Actually she felt and looked amazingly sexy in them. She squeezed her breasts into the flimsy bra cups and adjusted them. She could see her pert nipples sticking though them. What should she do? She did feel very sexy indeed. No one will see them she thought. Still looking in the mirror she noticed how her protruding mound was accentuated in the sexy panties and the way they pulled tight into her right into the shape of her pussy. She hadn’t felt so sexy and girlie-girlie in years.

She slipped a black fishnet hold-up nylon stocking over her foot and worked it up her leg and thigh smoothing it all the way, then a second one on her other leg. Sandra was feeling and looking even more sexy but who was all this for? Of course she told herself it was for her and her alone. No man is going to get to see this, she thought as she stood again in front of the mirror looking at herself. She knew she was every bit as attractive as any of the other women if not more so. Her figure was perfect, her long red hair reached almost into the small of her back. She swished it a few times. Her legs long and shapely had always been an eye catching feature. The troublesome question was why was she thinking of Robert, and yes even Luther as she admired her reflection yet again. Why wasn’t she thinking of Kevin?

Selecting a nice tight-fitting blue dress she slipped into it sliding her hands down over her slender body and smoothing it around her figure. Looking over her shoulder she could see the rounded shape of her very cute little arse. She picked a short white coat and busied herself with last minute touches to her make-up and her hair as she waited for Robert to come and pick her up.

Robert arrived looking even more amazing than he had at the party or in the cafe. He opened the passenger side door but very gentlemanly averted his eyes as Sandra got into the car respecting her modesty. Soon he was sat in the driver’s seat looking gorgeous in a dark suit, open-neck gleaming white shirt - no tie and a touch of very sexy chest hair. He had obviously taken great care in his appearance. Manicured fingernails; highly polished black leather shoes, perfect scent of aftershave.

They just chatted the usual rather nervous small talk. Sandra sat rather prim and proper making sure her dress reached her knees, well almost. She kept her knees firmly clamped together with her hands clasped and resting in her lap. The seatbelt separated her breasts and she noticed that Robert had more than one glance at them.

Twenty minutes drive and they arrived at Luther’s and pulled in through the wrought iron gates which opened automatically on their arrival. This place was the mansion of one very rich man she thought as they pulled up to the front door. This time a door attendant stepped forward and opened the door for her. He was nowhere near as gentlemanly as Robert had been. Sandra swung both legs out together, knees tight shut. If someone was going to get an eyeful tonight it was not going to be him.

Robert got out of the car and handed his car keys to the flunky obviously so he could take Robert’s car and park it. Together they walked in through the large open door where they were met by Luther who was also dressed immaculately in a black suit, white shirt and blue tie. As they walked through the hallway Sandra was acutely aware that she was stepping up a few social classes. Luther must be one seriously rich guy.

Soon they were in a spacious drawing room where there were three large sofas and three large easy armchairs. Rachael came to greet her.

“So pleased you decided to come along Sandra. Let me introduce you to a few people. You already know Robert and Luther. This is Hannah you would have seen her at Fullerton and this is Paige who you have already met before.” Sandra acknowledged them both with kisses on the cheek. Fullerton she assumed was the name of the Mead’s mansion.

Now you really must meet Dan and Paul. Both men had a small glass of red wine in their hands as they stepped forward and shook hands. Paul was dressed in a blue suit and looked very smart. He wore a blue shirt with a white open collar. Dan was the only one dressed totally casual with just a white open shirt and black trousers. His torso tapered perfectly from his broad shoulders to the belt of his trousers. Both men were really attractive. Paul, with blonde, rather unruly hair and Dan’s hair was browner in colour. Both men had really nice tans and had obviously built them up over time. Rachael certainly knew how to assemble good-looking studs for a party.

The piped music was soft and mainly old standards made to set the mood and the tone for the evening. All doors to the room were closed and the piped-music must have been organised from elsewhere.

Wine was freely flowing and the men kept the women’s glasses well charged. Luther asked Sandra what she would like to drink, she asked for a medium dry white wine and he brought it to her. With each glass of wine the atmosphere became more relaxed, people were laughing freely. Sandra sat next to Rachael on one of the sumptuous sofas but soon some of them started dancing. Sandra sipped her wine slowly not wanting to drink too much but Rachael was soon on her third and the others had been getting through a few drinks too. Sandra had restricted herself to just one glass of wine.

Paul was smooching with Hannah who seemed so small and petite in his arms and it was not long before Dan was dancing with Paige. Luther and Robert were stood at the opposite end of the room to where Rachael and Sandra were sat. They each had a glass of red wine and were chatting and laughing at each others’ witticisms.

“Are Hannah and Paul an item then?” Sandra asked Rachael.

“Well of course Hannah is married to Malcolm as you know but Paul has had his eye on her for sometime now, normally she ends up in bed with Robert or Daniel. Paige absolutely adores Robert of course. She has been married to Terry for eight years but I don’t think he cuts the mustard between the sheets Dear,” Rachael whispered secretively.

After Sandra had refused another glass of wine for the third time she needed the ladies room and Rachael directed her. She crossed the large hall and found it just as Rachael had pointed out. Before returning she checked herself in one of the large mirrors and then went back to the drawing room. The lights had been dimmed and she again took her place next to Rachael. She adjusted her eyes to the darkened room and noticed that only Paige and Dan were still dancing. Hannah was sat on Paul’s lap in one of the armchairs, her dress halfway up her thighs and Paul’s hand was stroking her knees. They were kissing quite passionately.

It was just as Sandra was getting an eyeful of them that Luther came, held his hands out and asked her if she cared to dance. The shape of that cock, now right at Sandra’s eye-level and was naughtily unmissable. She put her hands in his and he pulled her to her feet and taking her firmly in his arms they began a slow smooch. His arms wrapped around her slender waist felt so strong and firm and as they moved his thighs and his knees pressed against hers exotically. He felt so different to Kevin, his thighs muscular and long, his chest firm and sensuous. As they moved around the room Sandra noticed, looking over Luther’s shoulder, that Paul’s hand was now between Hannah’s open thighs, her skirt was right up above her little white panties; she had one leg stretched over one chair arm and their lips were welded together in a lustful kiss. Paul was stroking her through the thin gusset of her little panties. As they turned around she saw Paige and Dan still smooching and now Robert and Rachael had joined in. This party was more than warming up it was getting positively red hot.

Luther was occasionally kissing her neck. She moved her head away but he was soon kissing her again and slowly the kisses were getting more forceful. Again she used every once of her willpower to break the kiss. Although the room lighting was dimmed she could now see Paul’s hand was inside Hannah’s panties and he appeared to have his fingers inside her. The fabric of her panties had moulded around his jabbing fist and her little arse was gyrating jaggedly against his hand, her smooth, white thighs were totally exposed and spread out. Her mouth was open gasping in gulps of air. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy. Was Paul going to fuck Hannah there and then in front of everyone?

Luther cupped Sandra’s chin in his hand and turned her head towards him. She made another weak attempt to turn away but he held her chin more firmly and moved in for the kiss again. Sandra’s body stiffened to resist, she had never kissed a black man before in her life until now but Luther’s kiss was hard and so sensuous. Sandra’s knees started to weaken. She felt his rigid cock press into her stomach.

Sandra’s body went limp in his arms. She felt herself becoming more and more submissive. She was his and he knew it. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t going to be denied. Their hips gently moved against each others and Sandra was pushing her pubic mound forward in search of Luther’s cock which was definitely not difficult to find. Luther’s white teeth gleamed in the dark as he broke the kiss and looked into Sandra’s blue-eyes smiling like a cat that knew it was going to get the cream it wanted. Then slowly he kissed her again.

Sandra did not know how long they danced like that but when they eventual came up for air and looked around the room the others were gone, just Luther and Sandra smooching in circles in the middle of the room. Unashamedly she was pushing the mound of her pubic bone against his rigid dick. What would it feel like inside her? Her pussy was tingling and her little panties drenched.

“Where is everyone?” she asked breathlessly, looking into Luther’s brown eyes.

“They will have gone to bed my lovely; they will have gone to bed.”

They continued to dance and one of Luther’s large hands cupped one of the cheeks of her arse squeezing the softness with his fingers and pulling her hard against his rigid cock. It felt so big pushing against her and soon his other hand was caressing one of her breasts, feeling for her nipple through her bra. She didn’t resist him.

He pushed his thigh against her prising her thighs open until his leg was right between her legs then moving both hands onto her buttocks he pulled her crotch right up his long muscular thigh. Sandra was panting for more, wanting him, needing him, urging him. She was good and ready to start fucking and Luther arrogantly knew it. She had never been as ready to fuck in her life.

Again she looked fleetingly into Luther’s devilishly brown and lecherous eyes. His gleaming smile was almost contemptuous knowing he was going to get what he wanted, when and how he wanted it.

Sandra heard rather than felt the zip of her dress pulled down at the back. She kicked off her shoes and deftly stepped away from her discarded dress as it fell in a pool at her feet. Now in just her panties and bra and hold-up stockings he pulled her even closer.

“Oh my god no!” The words were expelled though her hot breath. Luther by contrast was cool, taking his time to revel in his conquest.

Sandra was hot and panting and just had to feel that cock in her hand, she just had to. The thought swirled around in her head mixing with the one glass of wine in her sex craved brain. She was bubbling. Luther was playing her like a musical instrument, taking all the time he wanted. Sandra’s bra had been unclasped and dispatched. Her bare breasts were fondled erotically. As much as she had deluded herself that she had only come to this party to have a few drinks and no more the reality was that she was close to getting fucked.

“You do know you are going to get fucked tonight don’t you my lovely?” Luther whispered in her ear.

“Mmmmm,” Sandra murmured submissively, “Oh Jesus.”

She removed his tie and frantically undid his shirt buttons almost tearing it off his back.

His hands reached right between her arse cheeks at the back, lifting her slightly off the ground, touching the back of her pussy little slit through her sexy little knickers which were now dripping wet. Reaching down she unbuckled his belt and took his zip in her hand and pulled it down. His trousers dropped, her fingers searched inside his boxers and she wrapped her hand around his monster of a circumcised cock and pulled it out where she could look down and see it. Luther flashed his white teeth again, he was immensely proud of his equipment and he had every right to be but she just had to look at it and compare it with Kevin’s.

“Feast your eyes on it my lovely, have a good look, take your time.”

Jesus Luther had one beautiful cock, thick and smooth. What had she been missing? She stroked it along its lusciously erect and throbbing length. She had never sucked a cock, not even Kevin’s, but as she watched Luther’s black bull-end beating and jerking in front of her eyes she just wanted to suck that evil looking mammoth of a cock. Luther knew what she needed and lowered her to meet his, erect and throbbing ebony penis.

“Go on baby, get it, suck it dry sweetheart.”

Tentatively she took just the bulbous head in her mouth. She had never seen a black cock, let alone suck one, and now her mouth was full of Luther’s seeping semen.

“That’s nice baby, suck it baby, suck my cock, drink it baby drink it slow,” He murmured, his fingers caressing the locks of her long red hair and his arse thrusting gently and rhythmically in and out of her mouth.

Sandra could feel and taste the salty froth of his semen in her mouth. Surely he was going to pull his cock out, she thought suddenly feeling apprehensive. He wasn’t going to let his sperm go in her mouth was he? She had often seen Kevin shoot his load into her hand but she had never had it in her mouth. She knew Luther was getting perilously close to ejaculating and she was about pull his cock out of mouth but what would it be like to feel him squirt it in and what would it taste like? Sandra had to experience it at least once in her life.

She could hear Luther’s breathing getting heavier and his hands grasped her head and pulled her onto his cock until with a sudden jerk of his body her mouth and the back of her throat filled up with three thick squirts of the thick, white pasty contents from his black bulky balls causing Sandra to gulp and swallow and feel it slither down her gullet into her stomach.

“Swallow it all Sandra that’s a good girl,” she heard him say as he held her head tightly in place. The thick saltiness of Luther’s second spunk shot hit the back of her throat and slid all the way down into her stomach and she swallowed every morsel until her mouth was empty leaving just a thin film in her mouth and a small dribble trickling onto her chin. His tight grip on her head had made sure she had no option but to drink it. Glancing up at him she saw a big broad smile on his face, his gleaming white teeth seemed to shine in the darkness.

“Keep swallowing girl I’m nearly empty,” he said shooting one last small jet as Sandra drained the last of his seed and swallowed it.

Luther easily picked her up in his arms and laid her on the thick pile rug near the big fireplace.

“Just play with my cock sweetheart it will soon recover for you.”

Luther’s fingers and thumbs slipped almost imperceptibly into her panty elastic and slid them down until they drifted down her legs to the floor.

His cock felt lovely and soft in her hand and even though slack it was so big. He was as good as his word and soon it was rampantly erect again. Sandra did not need to be told to open her legs her knees just fell apart for him exposing her crack invitingly.

She saw Luther’s gaze settle right between her wide open thighs. “Delicious,” he breathed exotically, “Lovely, lovely, absolutely lovely. What a pretty little thing, like a little mouse's ear.

"It is so cute Sandra,” he said, his white teeth triumphantly and almost arrogantly flashing, as he slowly and proudly massaged all along the length of his rock hard weapon, like a stallion about to have his mare.

He was working his cock with his hand until it was pointing almost straight up and performing spasmodic little jerks as it was swelling in his hand. Compared to Kevin’s white cock Luther’s was a shiny and ebony black, so hard and solidly erect. His balls had clearly filled up again. My god this was it, she was going to have to take a black cock for the first time in her life. Her knees were bent outwards and her thighs wide open as their eyes locked on each others and Sandra prepared herself for Luther to enter her.

Sandra felt the tip of his cock press against her wet pussy petals, her body stiffened.

“Relax Mrs. Dunhill, don’t fight it, it will all soon be right up your lovely cunny.”

Now he was gloating at his conquest, getting another man’s wife and reminding her gleefully at the same time that she was married, that he was the alpha male. Before she had time to think his thick cock was sinking all the way into her wetness. Sandra gasped and gulped a mouthful of air as she felt Luther’s cock ravage deep inside her pussy. Proudly she took her pussy’s new invader and they were thrusting and pumping at each other as if this was the last fuck they would ever have.

The feel of that cock filling her up so utterly and completely sent her orgasmic contractions soaring through her as her head felt like it was going to explode and she was aware that she was screaming and wailing like a banshee.

“Fuck me, Luther fuck me, oh Jesus, I’m cumming, Christ it’s cummmming, don’t stop, don’t stop.” Her head was rolling from side-to-side with each deep cock length thrust into her. The feel and sound of her nylon stockings rubbing against Luther’s gyrating hips was the most exotic thing she had ever experienced.

Luther had no intention whatsoever of stopping, it wasn’t his style. He was going all the way.

Luther’s cock was feeling and savouring the velvety softness of Sandra’s pussy “That’s it bitch fuck my black cock. Work your cunt on it baby, you’ve got it up you now fuck it. Come on empty my black balls into your sweet little cunt hole.”

The crude way he spoke to her excited her all the more. No one had ever spoken so dirty to her before and she actually loved it. Sandra was his bitch. She wanted to be his bitch. Her mind was in a whirlwind of delirious ecstasy with her orgasm reaching its almost painful but exotic zenith. The consequences of getting pregnant fleetingly entered her head and were dismissed as she was transported to a place of rapturous lust for Luther’s cock.

“Come on bitch soak my fucking big cock with your cunt juice.”

Pushing her legs as wide apart as they would go, he was shoving that cock into her like an out of control jackhammer.

“I am going to cum up you bitch. I am going to spunk your cute little cunt up.”

“Yes, do it, do it, don’t stop, don’t stop.” Sandra heard her voice echoing around the room. Was it really her voice?

Sandra felt his body shake and tremble down through his hips and into his legs which thrashed in spasmodic tremors and she felt his load, hot and gushing deep inside her pussy. His groans were deep, guttural and prolonged. His balls squashed hard against the soft little cheeks of Sandra’s arse as Luther held his cock right inside her.

Submissively, Sandra spread her thighs for him so he could fill her. He was getting everything and taking everything.

“Don’t move. Keep your legs wide open,” he growled again as he held her tight until he had jettisoned the last of his seed deep inside her. The deepest reaches of her softness were thoroughly creamed with Luther’s rich seed.”

As the frantic lust-filled sex subsided they collapsed into each others arms and Sandra’s mind began to clear. What had she done? She had just had sex with another man. She had let him take her totally and utterly. In lust she had betrayed her husband and worse still she had enjoyed every moment of it, but she let out a little giggle at the thought. They got dressed after picking up their scattered clothes and sat together on the sofa sharing a very tender moment as Luther held her in his arms. She had never before been held so tenderly after sex. During sex he was like a wild beast but he was so tender in the after-glow.

Luther stood up, went to the drinks cabinet and came back with a glass of water and a pill. “Here Sandra you had better take this sweetheart.”

Now sat in one of the armchairs Sandra took the glass in one hand and the pill in the other. “What is this?”

“It’s a Morning-After-Pill, take it,” he said, “I am afraid you have some very serious sperm inside you Sandra Dunhill.”

Sandra got home at about two o’clock in the morning. Luther drove her home and they had sex in her bed which was just as wild and erotic. The following morning, after Luther had left, Kevin phoned and asked why she had not answered her phone the night before. “I went out with friends to a party,” she told him. He could hardly complain given the number of times he had not phoned her and failed to answer his phone.

“I hope you were well behaved,” Kevin said jokingly.

“Yes I was love, I was very, very good,” she said, feeling her hot pussy still leaking the remaining remnants of Luther’s jizm into her clean white knickers.

Sandra saw Rachael the next day and they had a coffee together in town.

“We have a party every month or so Darling, you must come again. You were quite a hit with Luther. He hasn’t stopped talking about how good you were.”

“I think I need to take some time out from Luther,” Sandra said taking a sip of her coffee.

“Oh no Darling it will not be Luther next time, you have fucked him now Dear and he has been desperate to get into Hannah’s panties for sometime, there will be more of Luther in good time for sure. You need a variety of men Darling. Don’t get hooked on one, that’s not what the parties are for. What’s more Luther hasn’t serviced my pussy for a few months and I need some serious black cock,” she said and they both giggled.

The two women looked at each for a moment, Rachel’s words hung in the air, then they started to giggle again and their giggles turned into outright laughter.