During those two weeks, Sandy started her new story about a teenage girl and an older man who was her high school English teacher. It was much easier to write now that she had sex with the professor. The story was based on her experience with only a few embellishments. For instance, Sandy added that the girl had pierced nipples and the older man used a cock ring to keep him firm. She thought that these and a few other titillating details might interest the reader. Sandy also relived the excitement of her afternoon and knew she was headed for a sequel with the professor.
Finally, Sandy dropped a note to the professor saying she missed their lunch dates and wondered if the seminar was worthwhile. She really didn’t care about his trip to Vegas but needed to show an interest in him. He wrote back two days later on a rainy Tuesday morning saying things were hectic at the college and he was up to his ears with papers to grade and year end evaluations. Professor Carter also mentioned that someone had nominated him to be dean of his department. He just hadn’t the time to go on Lush.
More of Sandy’s insecurities crept in. She wondered if these were just excuses and he was giving her the brush-off. She didn’t need to worry when she read his next message on the following Friday. He invited her to a small cocktail party at his house celebrating his assignment as dean. He said only a few of his closest colleagues would be there and his wife would like to meet her. The open house started at two on Sunday afternoon. Professor gave her his address and wrote that it was across the street from the college so she wouldn’t have any trouble finding it.
Sandy was puzzled by his comment, “and his wife would like to meet her.” Did he tell her everything? She knew he was honest and probably told his wife he had lunch with a female friend but did he also tell her he had sex with her? This could be a very awkward meeting at the party but she was curious and decided to accept the invitation.
Sandy told Andrew she was going shopping on Sunday afternoon and would be back around seven. Maybe they could eat out if it was alright with him. Andrew agreed and made reservations for seven thirty.
The college was forty-five minutes from her house. Sandy wanted to be certain not to be first at the party so she decided to arrive a few minutes late. By one thirty, she was in her BMW headed toward the college.
She rang the doorbell with the same anxiety as though she was meeting the professor for the first time. It wasn’t the professor that gave her butterflies but meeting his wife. Professor Carter answered the door with a broad smile and said, “Sandy, I’m so glad you came! Come in and meet everyone.”
There were a half dozen people of various ages standing at the bar in deep conversation when she spotted an attractive Asian woman in a wheelchair. She was much younger than the professor and had facial features resembling those of a black American. Later, Sandy learned that she was a love child of an American ‘advisor’ stationed in Saigon before the war.
Professor Carter held Sandy’s hand saying, “I want you to meet my wife, Wendy.” The introductions were made and Wendy smiled when she said, “I’m honored to meet Jacques’ paramour. You are a very beautiful woman, Sandy.”
Wendy’s smile calmed Sandy’s fears but being called a “paramour” alerted her to the obvious. Wendy knew of her husband’s infidelity. There would be no secrets hidden between the two women.
Most of the party talk was about college politics and the selection of Jacques Carter as dean. Sandy sipped her wine and listened but rarely spoke. One of the men showed some interest in her and offered to refill her glass. She was grateful that someone noticed that she was not totally invisible.
When he returned with her drink, he introduced himself as Tyler. Tyler was in his mid-forties and quite handsome by her standards. She said her name was, Sandy. They spent a few minutes exchanging small talk and she learned he was a professor of English Lit. They got on rather well until Wendy asked for everyone’s attention. It was time to toast Jacques on his new position at the college. Everyone raised their glasses and gave him a cheery, “Hip hip hooray!”
Sandy left shortly afterward but not before Wendy drew her aside and said, “Wendy, there is something I’d like to discuss with you. We’d like you to join us for lunch tomorrow at one. Can you make it?”
Monday was the usual day she met with Professor Carter so it fit fine with her plans. It just seemed unusual for a wife to be so accommodating toward her husband’s mistress. Under the circumstances, maybe it wasn’t so unusual after all.
A quick message came to Sandy in her Lush mailbox. It was from the professor saying how glad he and Wendy were that she came to the party and that he couldn’t make it to lunch the next day. However, Wendy hoped Sandy would still join her at lunch for a little girl talk. Sandy said that would be fine and would be there at one.
The women got along with each other as if they had been long time schoolgirl friends. They shared all sorts of secrets that only close friends should know. Wendy told of growing up with a single mother and how the Vietnam people discriminated against her and the other mixed race children. She told Sandy when she met Jacques, she felt so much sympathy toward a wounded POW far from home. Wendy felt, perhaps because of the discrimination she suffered, it was so unfair because America wasn’t even at war with them at that time.
Wendy revealed that she and Jacques were a very sexual couple but never had children. The doctor said that Jacques’ sperm count was too low. Anyway, they had joined a swingers club and both of them were passionate members until her accident in 2012. Jacques hadn’t had sex with a woman since, that is, until he met Sandy.
Wendy confided, “That afternoon with you has made him a different man, Sandy. His depression has vanished and Jacques is his old self again. Can you see, Sandy, what a wonderful gift you have brought us? It isn’t only Jacques that you have made happy, I have also benefited. That’s why I asked you here for lunch. I wanted you to know how much we appreciate your compassion for Jacques and to thank you.”
Sandy was embarrassed but said, “Yes, I understand.”
Sandy shared some personal information about herself saying that she was a virgin when she and Andrew got married. Sandy admitted she and her husband were very active sexually although Andrew was her first and only sex partner before meeting Jacques. Sandy emphasized that Andrew was her first and only love and they were still madly in love with each other. Sandy wanted to make it clear that it was her compassion for Jacques that attracted her to him and offered sex, not love.
Wendy said, “You are a good woman, Sandy, and I can tell you did not intend to take Jacques for yourself. As his wife, you can understand how relieved that makes me feel.”
Before leaving, Wendy had one more thing on her mind. “This is awkward, Sandy, but I have to ask. You know that we have had sex parties with our swinger group so we are accustomed to being watched while having sex. Would you mind if I watch when you and Jacques have sex the next time?”
“Oh my God,” Sandy thought. It really blindsided her. “I don’t know Wendy. I’ve never done that and I would be so embarrassed.”
“Think about it. You might have been embarrassed the first time you were naked in front of a man but now you are probably comfortable with it. This is very much the same thing. You really forget about the other person in the room and concentrate on the love coming from your partner.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it, Wendy. Thanks so much for lunch,” and Sandy drove home with another perplexing question to resolve.
The truth is that Sandy couldn’t get the idea of being watched out of her mind. She went back to Lush to read voyeur stories and found most to be very erotic and stimulating. Most of them made her horny imagining she was the lady being watched. After awhile, Sandy simply decided there would be little harm in letting Wendy share in her husband’s joy. After all, Sandy reasoned, she had already contributed to their happiness. Including Wendy, her new friend, wasn’t much of a leap.
So it was arranged. Sandy and Jacques would have a spectator on Friday afternoon at his home. Sandy was beside herself with anticipation. She wanted to look spectacular for the event. Her legs and arms were shaved and most importantly, she had a freshly shaved pussy. She wore her best pearls and the French perfume they discovered years ago in Paris.
Friday afternoon couldn’t come quickly enough. Jacques greeted her at the door wearing a silk oriental kimono and no shoes. She was wearing an off the shoulder zippered dress with nothing underneath. Sandy knew she was not going to a prom but was there for sex. Wendy wore a halter top that wrapped around her neck that was just tight enough to show her protruding nipples.
Jacques and Sandy sat on the sofa with a bottle of wine and Wendy wheeled around the room serving delicious Asian treats. Wendy was the perfect hostess and when the wine began to take effect, Wendy pulled off her top and said, “Sandy, this is my way of saying we are in this together.”
Her tits were gorgeous. Sandy thought, if I ever had sex with a woman, this is what she should look like. Sandy guessed she was a 36D with dark nipples that were erect and hard. Jacques came over to her and gave her a deep kiss and fondled her breasts stopping to suck each nipple.
Instead of sitting back on the sofa next to Sandy, Jacques took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Wendy stayed to straighten up the living room.
“Sandy,” Jacques said, “Wendy left you a surprise in the bathroom. Try it on.”
Sandy found a transparent pink flimsy pullover that barely covered her ass. It might have been bought at Fredrick’s of Hollywood but certainly not Macy’s. It was so shear that when Sandy looked at herself in the mirror, every detail of her body was visible. It almost seemed silly to have anything on at all, yet it made her feel so incredibly sexy.
She demurely entered the bedroom with Jacques seated on the bed. She fingered her pearls with a shy provocative smile and did a pirouette to show off her exquisite body. He immediately stood up and wrapped his arms around her. “Sandy, you look ravishing and I’m the lucky man to ravish you.”
She undid the belt around his waist and opened his robe revealing the hard shaft that rubbed against her belly. She helped him out of the kimono and onto the bed.
Jacques had his hands all over her tits while she held onto his cock but they both felt an overwhelming urgency to give and take erotic pleasures from each other. Sandy lowered her head between Jacques’ legs and positioned her lips to take Jacques into her throat. She gagged but never stopped taking him deeper with saliva slurping down his dick onto his balls. Sandy was at the threshold of deep throating Jacques’ massive cock.
Jacques turned so he could pleasure her with his lips and tongue and soon they were doing a sixty-nine with his head snuggled between her wide open legs. He could now lick her slippery slit and suck on a very inflamed clit while she continued to slurp on his engorged member.
Sandy had entered a state of ecstasy so powerful that there was space in her brain for only a singular thought. She had entered a fourth dimension, a trance, and could only think of Jacques driving his thick hard cock deep into her pussy.
She didn’t have to wait long. Jacques pulled the nightgown over her breasts and over the strand of pearls so that he could suck on her tits while he positioned himself to enter Sandy’s slut hole. “Hurry, Professor. I need you so badly. Fuck me. I need your fat dick inside me. Pleasure this slut.”
With that encouragement, he drilled into her cunt with the powerful strokes of a man half his age. Jacques had the energy of a thousand stallions.
At first she was in the missionary position until he turned her over and entered her on all fours. Next it was her turn to choose the position when she sat on him and rode him cowgirl, first forward, then backward.
She wanted him to cum into her when he was fully inside so she sat on the very edge of the bed with the nightgown covering her to the waist and her legs splayed apart. Professor Carter stood between her legs and plowed back into her with renewed energy until he stopped balls deep. Sandy began to feel his contractions. The professor unleashed a torrent of fluid with squirt after squirt of his aged cum filling her cunt to overflowing.
Grunt after grunt of pleasure came from Jacques’ throat, then he said, “You are such a tramp, Sandy, such a lovely beautiful tramp.”
Another voice said, “Turn this way, Sandy, so I can get a better view of my husband’s cum gushing out of your pussy.”
Sandy knew the voice was Wendy’s and hadn’t realized she was in the room. Sandy turned her pussy toward the sound of Wendy’s voice but her natural shyness kept her from looking at the woman who obviously had been watching. Sandy had agreed to be watched but it was hard to look back.
“Jacques, eat her out,” Wendy commanded. “She has such a lovely pussy and you left her with such a generous gift.”
Jacques followed his wife’s wishes and savored to the very last drop his jizz from Sandy’s cunt.
Sandy’s face was still flushed and she was even a little dazed when she raised her head from the bed to look directly into a camera lens. “Oh my God. What are you doing, Wendy?”
“My dear Sandy, you are so sweet and you fucked my husband so passionately I had to get it on camera. You are a fantastic whore, more than my most enviable thoughts had permitted me to imagine. Sandy, you are a slut just like I used to be.”
“But you never said you would be taking a video of us. You just said you wanted to watch.”
“You know dear, we all have our little fetishes. I’m an AV person so filming is what I do and you make me happy when I can capture your beautiful body fucking Jacques. I just felt it was me in the video, not you. Now we have recorded a precious moment that none of us will ever forget.”
“Jacques,” Sandy said in anger. “Did you know she was going to do this.”
“Well, not exactly,” Jacques replied calmly, “but Wendy loves her work so it isn’t surprising. Look, let’s calm down, take a shower and then watch the video and you can tell us what you think.”
It was four in the afternoon when the three of them sat down to watch the video. Sandy was now dressed and still seething about what she considered treachery. Professor Carter relaxed nude on the sofa while Wendy was still topless when she inserted the DVD.
The movie began with the sixty-nine scene. Sandy reached over to hold Jacques’ hand to help comfort her because she felt like Marie Antoinette going to the guillotine. He whispered, “It’s going to be alright, Sandy. You are a lovely woman.”
Then he reached over and touched her blushing, soft, child-like face and gave her a gentle reassuring kiss. “Look how beautiful you look, Sandy,” pointing at the TV. “Wendy is so good with the camera and it compliments your lovely body. Don’t you agree?”
Sandy said nothing but just watched. Now she was the one watching just as she had imagined being watched. The video, in fact, was nicely photographed and Sandy could feel herself getting wet again.
When she was jumping on Jacques’ cock in the video, Professor Carter also became aroused so he took Sandy’s hand and wrapped it around his growing erection. She didn’t object but just held him.
The reverse cowgirl was probably the most erotic scene when the camera captured her tits flopping followed by a close up of the dreamy expression on Sandy’s face. Sandy didn’t realize how totally into the moment she had been. It was as if Sandy had been transported into another place and time.
When the video showed the professor going down on her to suck out the juices between her legs, Jacques tenderly took Sandy’s head and lowered it to his lap. Wendy was watching them intently and said, “Suck him one more time. He needs something to get him through the weekend.”
Sandy couldn’t understand her emotions but she felt obligated and not strong enough to resist sucking him into a forceful orgasm. She tried to swallow it all but it just kept cumming and cumming and flowed over her lips. Wendy had the camera rolling but when she took a close-up of Sandy’s lips overflowing with cum, she put the camera down and scooted over to put her lips and tongue onto Sandy’s. They licked and kissed each other until all of the professor’s milky fluid was shared between the two women.
Sandy had no words for the excitement she felt while driving home. It was a mixture of emotions that included both intoxicating sex and guilt. Sandy marveled at how Jacques, a man of an advanced age, could perform even better than her much younger husband. She didn’t want to admit to herself that having someone taking a video of her having sex was incredibly erotic. She didn’t even want to admit she was a tramp. If she let herself admit it, she just might find herself fucking on camera again and she thought that would make her a whore, just like Wendy had said.
The next day, Saturday, Jacques’ e-mail included a link to several videos stored in Wendy’s iCloud account. He said Wendy was sending her the video of their afternoon together along with several other clips she thought Sandy would enjoy. He also asked if she remembered Tyler from the party. The professor wrote that Tyler was rather taken by her. Tyler asked if the three of them might have lunch together one of these days soon. Tyler had hinted that they might make a handsome threesome at the local motel after lunch. Jacques thought that would be fine with him but wanted to check with her. He wrote, “This might be fun if you’d like.”
Sandy replied with a thank you for the links but made no comment regarding Tyler. She was struck by the arrogance of Tyler’s suggestion. She was already feeling a little guilty for cheating but having sex with two men went way beyond her boundaries.
On Sunday afternoon when Andrew was watching football and the two girls were out with their boyfriends, Sandy watched the first link called, “Jacques and Sandy.” It included everything from their sixty-nine scene to the last sequence when she gave Jacques a blowjob on the sofa. Unfortunately, the kissing part between the women was not included.
The next video was called, “Saturday, 8/12/2011.” It was a clip from one of their swinger parties and showed in very explicit detail men sharing their woman and women sharing their men. This party was photographed before the accident and Sandy could see Wendy’s spectacular body while she fucked three gentlemen in different scenes. The sequence Sandy enjoyed the most was watching one woman with immense tits take on two men, one in the ass and one in her pussy. Sandy began wondering what it would feel like to have two men inside her at once.
Finally, “Friday, 10/21/2011,” was a video with a very young blond, college age, having sex with Jacques and Tyler. The two men pleasured themselves with her in every possible position and her shouts of joy told the story. The girl was enjoying every type of penetration and her orgasms came early and often. Sandy had to mute the sound for fear of Andrew becoming suspicious. In the climax, Jacques squirted in the girl’s mouth and Tyler filled her snatch with a mammoth load of his own.
During the editing process, Wendy had added a frame that said, “And a good time was had by all.”
Of course, Sandy recognized this as a not so subtle suggestion and it was working. Sandy was so aroused she replayed the threesome over and over again but this time with the help of her Hitachi Wand. God, what heavenly satisfaction she felt and thought this threesome idea might not be such a bad idea after all.
Sandy wrote the professor and said she would love to have lunch with him and Tyler. If all went well at the restaurant, she might accompany them to the motel but there were no guarantees. The lunch date was set for a week from Monday.
Sandy felt it was a good thing she had included an escape clause in the agreement in case her doubts reasserted themselves. But then disaster struck.
She received a message from Jacques on Thursday. Their lunch date had to be canceled. Wendy’s computer had been hacked and all of their videos were now easily available on the University network. Jacques apologized and said they think it was someone or someones in the IT department at the college. An investigation was underway. Anyway, he was concerned for his job and in a best case scenario, he would no longer be dean. The worst case would be that he would be forced into early retirement and Wendy would be asked to resign.
Sandy was understandably concerned to the point of being traumatized and tormented with fear. The worst case was that she would be recognized by people that knew her and Andrew. Even worse, Andrew might find out and their marriage would be at risk. She had to backtrack and be Andrew’s loving, slut wife again. Her feelings of guilt reverberated when remembering the cliché, “No good deeds go unpunished.” Maybe Camelot wasn’t so bad after all.
POSTSCRIPT : “MILF Slut” can no longer be reached on Lush Stories.
