Sandys House

Sandy lives down the street from us. Divorced for a couple of years now, my husband Carl says she’s stacked, I say she’s a flashy dressed slut. It seems that there is a different car in her driveway every Saturday morning. I was walking with maty from across the street just to get some fresh air. When passing Sandy’s house, we found her on the side of her house weeding the mulch. She noticed us and came to the sidewalk to say hello. Mary and I got our snooty pants on as she approached, but she was very social and polite. She apologized for some of the rumors about her but she was to have a cook out as a T. G. I. F. (thank goodness, its Friday) and wanted us to come with our husbands. “You don’t need to bring anything, I even have a bartender for the evening” she said, then added “A lot of business people will be attending and I’d like to invite the neighbors to join us. Well that went much better than expected so Mary and I both agreed to attend.

Carl and I got there Friday afternoon to find our banker and his wife, our insurance agent and her husband, the mayor, the police chief and so on, all with their spouses. Sandy knew everyone it seemed. She was the hostess with the most-ess. Inside the house was right out of a magazine, the fenced yard was manicured. Carl told me under his breath, “She must be loaded”. Everywhere we looked we saw the best appliances, T. V. , furniture, outdoor grill, and so on.

Sandy took time to introduce the neighbors to her business friends and service providers. It was very respectful of her to include us as being special guests, especially with the crowd we were in. Carl “hob-nobed” with the professionals as I got to know the women in attendance. Sandy came to me whispering in my ear, “When we get a chance to talk in private please pull me aside”. I nodded and watched for an opening to get the rest of her story. The mayor and police and elected city people all left early. The crowd thinned and I got a high sign from Sandy to meet her in the kitchen. In a quiet voice she told me she knew that she was getting the “Harper Valley PTA” treatment form the women in the neighborhood, but she wanted to let someone know the rest of the story, so she invited me to coffee in the morning. I accepted.

Over coffee and croissants Sandy told me of the loss of her husband and the lifestyle they shared. They were swingers, wife swappers and had threesomes on a semi-regular basis. I wondered why I was being told about this when she asked how I felt about learning the news. I expressed that Carl and I had talked about the subject but never got the nerve to do anything about it. Sandy told me the reason she was being so open was that she thought Carl was a hunk. I felt like the fly in the spider’s web on one hand and flattered on the other. She went on to ask me if I remembered Frank form yesterday’s open house, I had to notice him as he was tall, tanned, physically perfect and had the bluest eye that almost melted my panties off. I didn’t relay all that to Sandy, I toned it down quite a bit. She told me Frank had eyes for me. She went on to say that she and Frank were in the same lifestyle as she and her husband enjoyed, swingers. She asked if I knew of any of the other neighbors were swingers. I had suspected Jim and Julie in the beige house on the corner, but wasn’t sure. My eyes popped when she said “They are and I can attest to that personally”. I pictured she and Jim together, but I got another jolt when she said they had a threesome.

Sandy put her hand on my knee asking “How long since I had been with a woman”. The open dialogue and honesty made me admit to my Freshman year at college and some experimenting with bi-sexuality.

Sandy claimed to have started in high school and never missed a chance for pleasure with either sex. I

was frightened and excited with her hand on my knee but she pulled back saying “If you ever have the

urge again, please let me know”. I said “Okay”.

Carl and I were invited to her house for next Friday evening with she and Frank. I knew what the theme

of the gathering was, but I was also intrigued by the potential to know Frank a little better. I also knew

that Carl would be all for it, because he’s a horn dog on Fridays after the work week. That added to

thinking Sandy was “stacked” would be enough incentive for his attendance. I asked what the occasion

was. Casual dress and panties optional is all she said, friends getting to know one another. I took that

as a swinger seduction session. I gave her oral notice of our being there and headed for home. I got a

kiss on the cheek as we hugged at the door, followed by a kiss on the lips. Then she winked and I shyly

smiled.

Carl was hot for going to Sandy’s on Friday. He got silent when I told him of she and Frank and Jim and

Julie. I told all and he was all ears. “So, you and Frank and Sandy with me? ” he asked. I explained that it

was there idea but that I was only going to learn more and be social. “What are you going to wear? ” he

asked. “What would you want me to wear? ” I asked in reply. “Something sexy” he retorted. “So, you

don’t mind that I might have sex with Frank? ” I asked. “We are coming home together are we not? ” he

added. “Honey, neither of us were virgins when we met” he went on. “AND, I saw the look in your eye

when you were talking about Frank” which stopped me cold.

Thursday before our expected arrival at Sandy’s the next day and Carl asked what I had in mind for party

attire. I told him I was still undecided. With that he led me to the closet and pulled some items for me

to consider. 2 Miniskirts, 1 tight yoga pants, 2 loose-fitting blouses were laid on the bed. “You just want

me to get laid, don’t you? ” I commented. “Honey, you want you to get laid too, don’t deny it” he

responded. I said nothing. “Are you going to wear a thong? ” he asked. I thought for a second and

claimed ownership of my own sexuality with “I planned to go without panties”. I got a kiss of approval

and he returned to the den to watch the news. I selected the miniskirt and lower cut neckline blouse,

then some open toed heeled shoes to make my legs look sexy. I was really glad I had spent so much

time taking care of my body all these years as it was 24 hours away from really paying off.

Friday, Sandy put a lip-lock on Carl inside the front door. Frank and I looked in surprise but we both

shrugged our shoulders and joined the action with our aggressive kissing. We were escorted to the

great room for some finger food and margaritas. Frank sat next to me and Sandy scooted up next to Carl

on the other end of the curved couch. Frank started the small talk, Sandy kept rubbing Carl’s thigh and

never missed a chance to lean over toward him in her lose blouse, giving him full view of her breasts. I

was braless too so I sat up slightly to show Frank some skin. I even reached across him to get a munchie

form the end table, slowly dragging my breasts across his arm and strategically maneuvering my face

next to his in the process. I got a kiss each time so I repeated it a few times causing the kisses to be a

little longer each time. Frank knew I was available for his pleasure by this time and he showed it with

more kissing and wandering hands. His hand was under my skirt as he leaned over me to kiss me. It

went higher and he found skin instead of silk where my pubic hair was trimmed for the occasion.

Sand had a knee on either side of Carl, kissing him as his hands went up her legs under her skirt. I saw

that she too was without panties when the hem was raised. My husband was busy so I let Frank take

the lead for my seduction. I spread my legs, giving access as I laid my head back to get into my “take me

I’m yours” position.

We kissed as hands and fingers found my skin under my skirt and under my blouse. Kissing moved to my

breasts and tender sucking on my nipples was further fueling my fire. He went down as I laid back on the

couch. While licking my pussy, he unzipped my skirt. My head was in a swirl. My entire existence was

focused on his tongue and finger down there. My orgasm was building within me. The kissing trailed up

my body as my blouse was raised up under my chin and the sucking of my nipples was resumed, but his

fingers were still administering pleasure to my clit and vaginal area. Sandy was in her blouse only and

bouncing on Carl’s cock, fucking him as he thrusted up into her on the couch. Sandy was getting off and

being noisy about it.

I must have been too into the oral licking a minute ago, to notice that Frank worked his trousers off. He

moved up as he held my hips pulling me into a more accessible position with my legs being spread and

his cock nearing my wetness. My eyes were glued to it. My heartbeat quickened as he was bigger than

Carl and I felt both fear and passion. The kind of feeling I got each time a new date fucked me in my

younger days. He entered me slowly at first. Deeper with each thrust. I was moaning uncontrollably

consumed in sexual pleasure. The rapture took charge of my body and he gave me a glorious orgasm.

My body shook from the euphoric feelings. Damn he was a wonderful lover. I felt him tighten up and

get his ejaculation into me. I remember thinking, he should do this with me more often.

I was catching my breath when I heard Carl get off with his familiar moans of climax. I looked to see

Sandy ride him through it then slide down to suck his cock and slurp up every drop. I looked into Franks’

eye and whispered “Would you like that? ” rolling my eye toward the other end of the couch. “Sure” he

said as he sat up then spread his legs as he positioned his butt on the edge of the seat. I got between his

legs and licked our juices off his cock while lightly tickling his scrotum. I then gave it a good sucking and

tried to get as much of it into my mouth a few times. It was too big for me to get it all in there but I

made up for it with style and technique. He was humming with pleasure, which led me to believe I

should keep it up, so I did. I felt a hand between my legs cupping my pussy. It was Sandy, playing with

my clit and fingering my freshly fucked vagina. She snuggled in next to me to get a close up view of the

attention I was giving Fran. Her fingers came out of me and to her mouth, close enough for me to see

her licking her fingers and swallowing Franks deposit form my pussy. She got on the couch next to

Frank, kissing him in the process. She raised her legs high and wide to finger herself retrieving some of

Carl’s semen from her vagina then offered it to me. I switched from Frank’s cock to Sandy’s fingers and

swallowed their juices.

Sandy went to work on Frank with a kissing attack and grabbed his man-stick from me. “I told you she

would fuck you; how was she? ” She asked him about me. Frank claimed I was a wonderful lover and

wanted to be with me again sometime. Sandy said “I think that can be arranged” as she winked at me

and we all got to our feet. I went to Carl as he was pulling his pants up to get a kiss asking “Everything

okay? ” Yes” he said adding “And as for a repeat performance, I’m willing, whenever”. That got him

another, much better kiss. We’ve been to Sandy’s house about eight or nine times over the months

since that night. We’ve had wife swaps, swinger foursomes, threesomes, and room full of orgy

participants. We have several players in the lifestyle and are always looking to introduce the fun to

novice couples and select singles. Sandy and I have had a few one on one encounters too, but I still love

cock best.