Friendship and infidelity, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Friendship and infidelity, Part 2

... Too much chance of an accident. I refuse to go to a motel. I have connections though.” “I leave it in your hands. Your remarkably capable hands.” She giggled again. “Anyway, we should have two or three afternoons next week just to ourselves. Monday after next they’ll be back from the conference and we’ll be together after that.” I drove her to her apartment and she waved happily as she got out. “Thanks, Cal, I had a great time. Shame Dave and Phyllis missed it.” “We’ll take them next time.” She smiled wryly at that and walked to the door as if I were just an old acquaintance. After making sure she got in safely, I drove home. It was about nine when I went inside and washed up. Phyllis got home about eleven and we hugged each other and went to sleep. A couple of mornings later, memories of thrusting deeply into Sandra bedeviled me as I tried to read in my office. After twenty minutes I gave up trying to fight my loins. I locked the door, laid out a handkerchief, and opened a free porn site. I soon found a woman who looked like Sandra rubbing off splayed open for the camera and stroked myself slowly as I stared at her hand and the lips it alternately covered and revealed. I was fully hard but far from coming, holding off for a massive finish, when I heard a soft knocking at the door. Irritated, I turned off the screen of my computer, zipped up, and opened the door. Sandra stood there smiling, her skin glowing brown in the light and her eyes bright and flashing when she saw me. ...

... I smiled back and pulled her inside. I stood back to admire her brown skin where it was uncovered by a shimmering green blouse and jet black knee-length skirt. Before she kissed me, she asked, “Will we have a little time?” “Yes.” “No one saw me, I don’t think.” “I need you.” We kissed and she pulled me to my desk. I sat in my chair as she leaned against the edge of my desk facing away and hiked up her skirt. I unzipped and held her hips as she slowly impaled herself on me. When she had me fully inside her, she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the edge of my desk and said, “Slowly, baby.” We rocked slowly for a few minutes until she grinned evilly at me over her shoulder and said, “Computer’s on but the screen’s off, and a hanky’s on the desk. What ever were you doing ?” “Just thinking of you,” I blushed. “We’ll see about that,” she said and turned on the screen to see a woman close to climax, her hand a blur, staring unseeingly at the camera. “Well, I guess you were ,” she said after a few seconds, and after a pause, “In a way .” “She looks a lot like you.” “If you squint, I suppose.” “I’m not staring at her face , dear,” I said with a smile. “Out of the corner of my eye she’s a dead ringer for you.” “Fair enough.” “And she does have a beautiful pussy.” She shrugged, “Eh, I’ve eaten better.” Involuntarily I thrust deeply inside her and worked hard to stop from spewing. “So you like girls, huh?” She smiled over her shoulder. “Yes. I might tell you about them later. I want ...