Sandi Finds Fun and Fulfillment


This is about my life. If you're interested in using me (either m
or f) let me know.

I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really
believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.

In my first life, I'm a happily married, 37-year old wife and
mother and a very successful Realtor working for one of the
Delaware Valley's top C21 offices. I'm smart, good-looking, eat
right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still
looks pretty damn good in a swimsuit. In my second life, I am a
wanton slut that will do whatever my young stud lover wants me to
do.

Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd
jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By all
definitions of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out and his
body is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the
nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.

I am very much the professional in the office, but at luncheons,
softball games, and parties, I'm an outrageous flirt. I just
can't help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target for my
flirting: good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my
status and position in the office. He was always fun to tease,
always a good sport -- until a Christmas party at a friends
house.

In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Jim, at my
side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening. Later
in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a
hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Scott.

"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the bedroom
door behind us.


I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in
return, or maybe he had just a little too much to drink.


His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the
green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples
and they hardened to his touch.


"No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband is
downstairs!"

"I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how to
deal with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met.
When I'm through with you, you won't tease me anymore."


His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so
beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked
and had to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the
whole situation was turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety,
because of the setting and that it was Scott, and I knew he would
never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing me to respond.
Jim, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me
or felt me the way Scott was. This was new and exciting. I fell
back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to the bed.


"Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also
keeping my voice low.


Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid
cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose
and, instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic
crotch far enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into
my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm of my life
on his second stroke.


When he was done, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled
at him, "Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Scott. It was
great, but I can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"


Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still hard
cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."


I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then
licking our juices from its length.


As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why
cockteasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the
only way they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard
and fast."


I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much
attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he
put himself back into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of
the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had
reassembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone.


That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I
didn't know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no
longer live without. Until Scott took me on that bed, I never
knew sexual excitement like that existed. I had never been that
aroused, and I wanted more.




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At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and
demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing what
he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release
and satisfaction, and wanted more.

I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual.
Every afternoon, in my business clothes, I'd be sucking on my
stud's hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd
fill my mouth with cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd
lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother.


On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to be
there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Jim that I
was preparing for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at
the office.


When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told
me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most
wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired this
girl out!


His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I
became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me
until my release was about to explode, and then back off - he
drove me crazy and into ecstasy.


Jim had been the only other man to make love to me and he
couldn't compare to Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I
wanted Scott to fuck me for days.


I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Scott
around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time,
next Saturday, slut."


"I'll be here."


"See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."


"I'll be waiting, Scott."


It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following
Saturday was even better than the first! Scott was so young and
strong and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I
responded and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't
want to wait another long week between Scott's fucks. Every
night, during our garage blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me
visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until
midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving
home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no
longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically
and sexually addicted to Scott.




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On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.


"This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.


I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I
couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with
our fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott.


Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told
Sean you'd give him a blow job, before he left."


"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why Scott
would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.


"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and go on
home. No more fun times with me."


I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought
about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up
Scott's pleasures so easily.


"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."


With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on the
edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them
down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs,
and wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden
inside my wet mouth.


Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked and
seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth. His dick was
hard and I reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my
mouth.


I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next several
hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same
time. It became obvious that Sean's favorite position was
pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Scott's
cock.


My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's
apartment. I couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago,
only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been
used and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn't have
regrets or more guilt.




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The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and
kinkier. I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday
for the next couple of months. Most days Scott was alone, but
Sean did show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each
time.


In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when
I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too
short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the
front, and very high heels.


"Put these on, Sandi. I'm having some friends over to watch
basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."


I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience
with Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do this. I don't want to
entertain your friends -- just you. I'll wear this outfit for
you."


Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem, Sandi. You
know the rules--you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore. It's
that simple. You wear this for my friends or you go home and
don't ever come back."


An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up
than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to
Scott, Sean and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being
grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every
opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses
until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to
sit on it.


Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned
me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap,
facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my
hot, wet self onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and
began to attack my tits with his mouth.


That started the party in ernest. After that first fuck, I moved
from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as
they could shoot their load and get hard again.


I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an
attractive, willing woman available to take care of their animal
urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me
lie down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits and
pussy and lapped it up. Another guy pulled his cock out of my
mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky jism on my
tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch
me lick his cum off my nipples.

For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, I
serviced their cocks. They were no longer men to me, only
jerking, pumping, shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.


Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been
for me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get
dressed and go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans
and groans because I was leaving.


When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Jim
was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way
to the shower. I smelled like a whore house next to a brewery.


I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Jim
stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he
woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do something
about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let
my husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought
about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum
already filling me, and I had the most intense orgasm of my
action-packed day.




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After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while.
Everyday after work, I give Scott his blow job. He let me visit
him about one weeknight every two weeks and every Saturday. Sean
was usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also showed
up. It doesn't matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service
them all -- letting them do whatever they want to me.


Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he handed
me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that
night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I
told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a
Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say goodbye, and
then he walked away.


Lucky for me, Jim is a trusting individual. I know I abused that
trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out
with some women from the office for a bachelorette party. I
didn't know then how close to the truth I was.


I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was
in it was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high
heels. It wasn't easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on
in the car, fixed my make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my
raincoat.


Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to
knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a
finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and
announced, "The entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"


More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me
to step inside. His livingroom was full of men. Beer cans were
everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of
the room was a goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his
hands behind him.


Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen. This is
the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I
mean. The rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls!


"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get
a stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk any
hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain
pure!


"I didn't think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so
here's what happens. Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch
what he could have had, because....." Scott opened my raincoat
and threw it out of the room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"


For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys
there. Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every
time it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It
wasn't long after I started, that Gary began to beg to be
released. I tempted him with my tits and ass and snatch, but
Scott refused to release him.


Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary
should be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends booed
the idea, but Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it.


We tried thinking of a challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum
dripping down my thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy. I
suggested that before Gary could fuck me, he had to eat me. Gary
didn't hesitate.


I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see
their cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he fell on
top of me, diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I
came and came.


At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my
sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top
of me.


I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my
raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off and
said there was a present for me in my pockets.


I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt
felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I
had spent hours in a dentist's chair. My neck and shoulders and
tits were sore and showed teeth marks. I asked myself, "What the
hell was I doing?"


When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the
bedroom. All was quiet.


Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets.
In each was a video tape. I couldn't imagine why Scott would give
me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY."


I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's
festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what
Jim would think if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid
them in my closet.


As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to
tell Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just
don't know what I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."