Joe and Sandi were beyond smitten with each other. It had been more than a month since their first kiss. Since then, by working out their schedules they were able to be together completely naked at least three or four times a week. They still had not had intercourse. They had come close, but both were currently happy just being in each other's company whether alone, with their spouses present, or with a group.
Joe took these opportunities to mentally chart her entire body, from her forehead down to her ankles. He made sure to kiss a different area of her body each meeting. He would track and memorize every freckle, scar and fold. Often he would marvel at how beautiful she was not only when she entered a room full of people as the prim and proper Sandi, but also when she would be totally naked and at the mercy of his tongue.
Nothing excited him more than always finding her tiny pussy wet and able to receive a finger from his big hands after just one kiss. What pleased him even more was watching her stomach roll like heavy surf crashing on a beach when he had her clit in his mouth. Her head would rock from side to side, messing up her perfect hair as her make up smeared. Her moans would then become louder as she arched those perfect tits up and grabbed at the sheets to hold on while he fed at her trough. The frosting on the cake for Joe was when she would pull him up by the ears, kissing his soaked face and cleaning her own juices off his tongue with hers. Sandi never failed to take care of him, always making him come twice, and always taking as much cum as he could offer.
A side effect to these meetings was that Joe's cock seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal, something that he had never had to deal with since he was young. He only thought about Sandi two or three thousand times a day, and it seemed each time he did a droplet would form at the end of his rod. He took to wearing only black boxers to avoid having to explain why "Sandi spots" were always visible when he took his pants off.
Sandi and Joe also dined often with their spouses present. As two couples they usually ate together at least one or two nights during the workweek, usually as a last minute call to get together initiated by one of the two of them. Whenever Joe shopped he made a point of buying extra food in the hopes of Janice saying they should invite someone over so it didn't go to waste. Neither Keith or Janice seemed to notice the subtle bump of an elbow against a breast, or a grab of an ass cheek as they passed each other. Or realize that just hours earlier their spouses had been mixing pussy juice and cum with their tongues.
When they sat to eat Sandi would always find a way to sit near or across from Joe. When she sat across from him Joe would slide one foot out of his shoe. His long legs would find their way between her welcoming opened thighs, rubbing her wet pussy while the wine and dinner conversation flowed. When she sat next to him it was a different story. Sandi was limber enough to look like she was sitting normally, all the while wrapping one leg around his. With her leg opened toward him and held tight Joe was often able to lean forward with one hand and slip another under her shorts, just briefly but long enough get near or touch her slit. Occasionally Joe would pull up his shorts so just the head of his cock stuck out, and Sandi would make every effort to get a hand over to it or at minimum twist her leg up and rub it with her foot. They both found this game very, very erotic. Joe could never get enough of Sandi, he was happy just to cop a feel even though he may have already come in her mouth twice before dinner was ever suggested.
During nice weather it would be inside and outside dining, where the opportunity to quickly finger her occurred often and was never missed. Sandi was happy to reciprocate by rubbing his cock, but this didn't happen often as the size of Joe's hard on was difficult to hide when standing up.
Often times Janice would head home early from these dinners and Joe would stay for a nightcap. Keith would then become even more the host, often supplying Joe and Sandi a blanket to sit under on the patio as he filled his buddy's glass and put on music. This gave the two of them opportunity to steal a kiss, and in many cases Joe used these moments to again finger her and rub the juices behind her ears. A trip to the bathroom for Keith often offered the opportunity for a quick cock pull out and suck. Sandi always obliged Joe on this and their timing was so good this was almost routine.
On one particular night just as Keith turned around Joe reached up Sandi's skirt and pulled off her panties. He couldn't believe how attracted he was to her at that moment; just her smile in the moonlight had melted him. Earlier in the day he had gone down on her twice, and she had sucked him off two times as well. Now, only hours later he wanted to please her again. Keith was just inside the door adjusting the music so time would not permit.
Joe took a sip from his long necked bottle of beer and looked over at her. He lowered the bottle down under the blanket between her pantiless legs and she spread her thighs to receive it. The tip of the bottle found the top of her wet pussy lips. At that very second Keith turned and walked toward them. Joe let the bottle run down her lips and spilled the contents on the ground, pretending to drop the container. Keith volunteered to grab a towel and turned around again. Sandi and Joe laughed, and she ran inside to wipe the beer off and put her underwear back on. The idea of penetrating Sandi with an object turned him on, and judging by her opening her legs she was interested as well. Joe put this idea on the list of future adventures.
The trysts continued. But all these meetings were not enough, and soon Joe got a morning call at work from Sandi.
"Joe, I need some face time."
"I don't think so. There are usually eight or ten guys here and some of them know you. Don't you think they'd find that suspicious?"
"Come on Joe, think of something. I've got to see you."
Joe's place of work had a large concrete warehouse floor area, with trucks and men constantly coming and going. They was no way to predict where or when someone would walk through. But there was one side door...
"Okay, look. Park on the side street. I'll put a piece of paper in the window, if it's not there at exactly twelve fifteen don't come in. If it is there is a hallway. Take the door to the left that leads to a boiler room. Wait for me there."
"Okay, beautiful man. I will."
Her voice again left him speechless. Damn Sandi. He would risk everything just to see her. He adjusted the erection she had just given him and gave up on the rest of the morning, all thoughts he had from now on would be of her.
At twelve ten most of the guys were eating lunch in an upstairs room. Joe sauntered downstairs and pulled the paper off the window. Minutes later a car pulled up and parked. Sandi got out wearing shorts and an orange sleeveless top. She adjusted her sunglasses and leisurely walked to the side door. One step inside she found the next door and entered the darkened room. Joe stepped in from a door on the other side of the room.
"Oh shit, Joe, you scared the life out of me."
"Yeah, sorry. These doors don't lock, and if anyone walks in I'm in huge trouble."
"Okay, sorry. I just had to kiss you."
She looked up with her brown cat eyes wide and welcoming, then leaned up and kissed him deeply. Joe kissed her back. Seconds later she opened her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Those 34 DD tits he loved so much were in full view, nipples ready for sucking. And suck them he did.
"Look, we can't get carried away." He said. The salami in his pants pocket told her otherwise.
"Please." She said.
She unbuckled her belt and unzipped her shorts. His fingers found her wet hole.
Joe thought about the public restroom across the next hall. It was a risk but had a lock on the door.
"Okay, he said." Follow me.
Joe walked out to scout the route.
