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If truth be told neither my wife or I were really
partygoers. Our sort of scene was much more going for
walks or just watching TV. I guess we were pretty dull,
and my wife was particularly shy with new people. Still
we were happy enough.
Then I ran into Andrew, an old school friend, in town.
Well, not that much of a friend really because I always
found him rather brash and loud, but he seemed to have
mellowed a bit with age. Anyway during conversation it
turned out he was with Phillips, the big new company in
town, and that interested me a lot. They were hiring
lots of people and my job was getting me down. I told
him all this and he said he was having a birthday party
next week - why not come along and meet the guys?
My wife Susan wasn't thrilled with the idea, and neither
was I. But we realised we should go. So we found
ourselves in the car on the way to the address he'd
given me. "Do I look alright?" Susan said as we turned
into the street where the house was. "Fine," I said,
though I suspected the pearl earrings and dark blue
pleated dress may actually be a tad prim for what I
guessed were Andrew's sort of people. Even my jacket and
tie was worryingly formal.
I was right. As we got out of the car we realised
everyone there was dressed informally - jeans in some
cases. It was a warm evening and people were chatting in
the front garden, while the sound of music came from
within. Clutching the bottle of wine, which somehow felt
ridiculous, we headed for the door. "I'm dreading this,"
Susan said, clinging onto my arm.
"You guy's come straight from church?" joked Andrew, who
greeted us at the door with a big grin. "This is Susan,"
I said, "Susan meet Andrew."
Andrew gave her a huge hug, "Wow - you sure are a
looker," Andrew told her. His eyes lingered on hers
until she looked away, embarrassed. "Come on in and meet
the guys." Andrew introduced me to some of his work
colleagues and they were an OK bunch as it turned out.
Or maybe they felt sorry for this sad schlub in a jacket
and tie.
Anyway we got on fine and they even said they heard I
might be looking for a change of job. Bullseye!
After a while I noticed Susan wasn't beside me any more.
Then I saw her in the distance dancing with Andrew, and
reckoned she was alright. I wanted to go and join them,
but the conversation looked like it was leading to a
possible job, so I stayed put.
Too long as it happened. I looked at my watch and
realised it was past midnight. Where had all the time
gone - come to that, where had Susan gone - I couldn't
see her anywhere. I made my excuses from the group and
went to find her. What I found I would never forget.
I was looking outside in the garden and just about to
call her name, when I heard a soft sigh coming from the
little summerhouse in the garden. It was getting chilly,
and some people were already leaving, so I felt bold
enough to peer through the window. Standing there was
Susan, pressed hard up against Andrew who was kissing
her passionately. I felt sick. I didn't know what to
say.
In truth, I didn't really believe what I was seeing - it
must have been someone else, surely? Added to this, the
drinks I had got through were making me a little bit
wobbly, and I started to wonder if this was all real.
Could my shy, pretty, ultra-faithful wife have changed
character completely in a couple of hours? It wasn't
real.
While all this was raging through my mind, my eyes got
more accustomed to the dark. Now I could see that
Susan's hand was caressing his neck, and that his own
hand was buried deep beneath the skirt of her dress. It
was lifted slightly at the back, and ripples of the
shimmery pleats cascaded over Andrews arm. Susan was
making little whimpering sounds, and I heard her say,
"No, please, it's wrong," though she kept on kissing
harder and harder in between her pleas.
Now Andrew's attentions were getting more and more
urgent beneath her dress. The lace edge of Susan's prim
silk petticoat flashed in the moonlight as her skirt
rose higher up her back. And now Andrew had his hand
inside the back of her panties.
"Oh my God" shouted Susan, releasing her own hand from
Andrew's neck and thrusting it between their bodies into
the top of his shorts. Meanwhile Andrew's hand was
inside the top of Susan's dress, massaging her nipples.
Now she was obviously caressing his cock, squeezing and
coaxing in the darkness.
Suddenly she pulled away from him. The skirt of the
dress swished gently back into place, and I was sure, at
last, that she was going to call a halt to this madness.
It must have been all a drunken mistake - she'd come to
look for me and we'd pretend it never happened. We'd go
back to our nice, quiet ordered lives. But I was wrong.
Susan reached for Andrew's jeans, gently undid the
closures, and slipped them down and off his feet. She
did the same with his undershorts, pausing only to take
his erect cock into her mouth briefly, and licking the
tip as she straightened up.
Looking him straight in the eyes, she reached up under
her skirt, slipped down her panties and stepped out of
them. I felt a wave of sickness, anger and revulsion.
Why could I not put a stop to this - what was the matter
with my voice? I realised I was trembling, but still
couldn't speak. What was happening to me?
By now Susan had placed her hands on Andrews shoulders
and pushed him gently down until he was lying on his
back. Softly she lifted high her pleated skirt and
petticoat and straddled him. I could see the tip of his
cock brushing against the lips of her cunt, and could
hear his hard breathing. No! This wasn't happening!
She released her silky skirt and it slowly settled in a
soft cloud over them both. But then she lifted some of
the pleats at the front, and slowly caressed his cock
with the edge, sending him into frenzy. He reached up
and ripped down her dress front, tore of her bra and
frantically squeezed and caressed her pert little
breasts. Finally she let go of the skirt and slowly
settled onto his hard throbbing cock. As it slipped
inside her, she gasped, now moving faster ands faster up
and down. He was fucking her.
Finally I found my voice. "Susan" SUSAN!" I shouted. She
quickly turned to look at me, fear in her eyes, but it
was as if she was drugged.
She opened her mouth to speak, but then her eyes misted
over again. "Oh Tommy" she said "I'm sorry," She started
moving again "It's just... it's just so heavenly being
well and truly fucked! Will you fuck me like this Tommy
- please - up my dress just like a cheap tart? Oh my God
Yes! YES! Oh God YES! Andrew is giving me such a
BEAUTIFUL fucking! I love the feel of his great big cock
inside me. I want to feel lots of big cocks in side
me... Oh FUCK YESSSSSSSS! Fuck my petticoat off you
bastard... fuck my pleated skirt off. Look Tommy look!"
She lifted her skirt high and I saw his cock pounding in
and out of her slippery cunt. Andrew never said a word.
I'm ashamed to say I walked away in tears. My anger had
turned to he deepest humiliation - a dread feeling of
loss and betrayal. I thought my mind would surely
explode - how could I ever come to grips with this.
Could I ever speak to Susan again?
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