For the last three weeks each time Joe met Sandi he would take the four small, square sealed foil packets that hid in his car and put them in his pocket. He didn't tell Sandi he had them, but wanted to make sure they were nearby if ever needed.
Things had been better than wonderful, he and Sandi were living the "where there's a will, there's a way" dream. They were meeting everywhere from the grocery store to the Doctors office to each other's work, day or night (Joe sometimes worked at night and Sandi would come by after "book club" or "girls night out"). They had lunch often but had never even shared a sandwich: each of them satisfied themselves sucking each other's juices, then kissing and mixing them for dessert.
Both of them had lost weight, laughed like crazy all day for no apparent reason, and had never been happier. In other words experiencing some of the pleasant side effects from being in love with your friend's spouse. To avoid the unpleasant ones they had both become experts at turning it (and each other) on and off. There was however, more and more risk taking, e.g. cock rubbing, fingering and cum wiping in the presence of others.
To control this Joe found himself being careful to stay across the room from Sandi at social gatherings. Anything beyond one or two other couples allowed too many eyes in too many places. It was a difficult task; just the smell of her hair as she passed by made his dick throb, and he was afraid at some point he would just kiss her right in front of whatever crowd might be present.
He was also careful not to render any opinion about her to others, not matter how much it hurt. If they were out at a party and some guy made a comment about Sandi's hidden big tits or tiny ass (or if she was good at sucking cock) he didn't chime in. Even though he knew first hand and was reminded often that when it came to blow jobs there was no one better. Joe worked around a lot of guys and knew when the alcohol hits talk like that is just going to happen.
However; he had almost slipped twice. Once when one of his friends called Sandi a bitch while she wasn't even present. Joe found himself questioning that person exactly why. He recalled feeling an adrenaline rush of anger, puffing out his chest while being loud and confrontational. Actions that for the most part were very unlike him.
After all, in reality it wasn't his wife. And in reality it wasn't unusual for guys to make comments like that out of the hearing reach of others. Although Joe never made or felt the need to make any remarks like that, he understood that for some guys talk like that made them feel manlier. And no one was immune to such banter, be it a wife, girlfriend or waitress.
The second time he almost tripped himself up was when he and Keith were alone in Keith's yard. The two of them were outside alone; Sandi had just gone inside to get them a drink. Granted it was late and they had been drinking, but Keith had suddenly flipped her off and called her a cunt.
Joe instinctively had rolled his hand into a fist and squared his shoulder toward his target. He had caught himself as his bicep pulled back. "Not my dojo," he said to himself, standing down.
Plus, in all fairness he had been naked with the man's wife just hours earlier; fingering her soaking hole and spreading her juices along with his across her face, down her chest and behind her ears. And all the time knowing she wouldn't think of washing it off.
So perhaps it had been his scent that night that was too much. Or how her sultry eyes would widen and mouth open whenever Keith wasn't looking. The same smiling mouth that had earlier taken two loads of Joe's cum just minutes apart, directed them down her waiting throat as his body convulsed. And of course while he was pumping into her face she was squeezing his cock and making her "ummmm" sound.
"Hey, take it easy," is what he finally told Keith, using a tone that made it clear if he had anything physical in mind against Sandi there would be trouble.
In that respect Joe's feelings for Sandi had never been stronger. He felt protective, respected, cared for, and loved. And it worked both ways. Sandi's feelings were just as strong. And she was always looking for some way to show Joe how much she loved him besides just telling him.
If she asked him what she could do for him his answer always was pretty much the same. He felt happiest, he told her, when she was happy. And happy she was, as she told him whenever they were together.
Sandi admitted to Joe she never knew the feelings and pleasures that she had experienced at his hands. She was constantly surprised at what Joe would come up with, and had the trust to let him do whatever he wanted to do with her.
Even after all these months her pussy began running like a faucet with just one kiss from him, his huge fingers never once failing to reach below her panties and find a lubricated hole.
"I just can't explain it," she would tell him.
"Neither can I," he would answer, "but I like it!"
"My love for you, Joe, is so crazy it's completely indescribable."
The usual course of their meetings now included a little extra on the menu. Before it had been a minimum of three sessions a week deep kissing, stripping, Joe licking her pussy, deep kissing, the spreading of juices and pre-cum, breast sharing, Sandi rubbing her wet slit along his rigid dick, then a mutually enjoyable cock suck and swallow. Which was, time allowing, usually repeated as soon as Joe could get it up again.
Since the day Joe had finally slid his rod in her (as she talked on the phone with her husband) they both decided five or so strokes inside her without protection was allowable. Risky yes, but mutually agreeable. Of course Sandi would go down him first, cleaning him carefully with her talented tongue, and then again immediately when he pulled out so his cum would find it's way deep inside of her.
The fact that she would readily lick her own juices off his cock seconds after he pulled it out really turned Joe on. Or from his fingers, or from her nipples if he spread her love nectar there.
Just the thought of her doing that always made his dick that much harder. Then actually seeing her doing it made him so hard the skin at the top of his cock felt like it was going to split open.
So, on their next get together Joe already knew what to expect. Or did he?
Before he arrived at Sandi's that late morning he had been working outside in the sun. He was hot, shirt-soaking sweaty and dusty. When he got there her car was in the driveway. He made his way around to the back door.
Before he could knock the door opened and Sandi was standing there. She was wearing orange shorts and a black sleeveless top. Apparently she wasn't working today. She had less makeup on than usual, no necklace, and open toed sandals. Ms. Proper was taking a break. Her auburn hair shined in the sun, held back in a ponytail which made her look more like a pretty tomboy than a pretty businesswoman.
"Hello there," he said. He kissed her and stepped inside the back door, removing his muddy boots.
"Hello yourself."
Sandi kissed him back and helped him pull off his shirt. It stuck to him as she tugged on it, rolling off inside out.
"I'm sorry, beautiful, I'm a mess and I stink."
"I don't think so," she replied. "I love the way you smell."
"Who wouldn't?" she add, and proved it by licking his underarms and breasts.
As her tongue moved across his chest his half erect penis quickly filled with blood and semen. He dropped his shorts right there, leaving his boxers on so he wouldn't start dripping pre-cum across her floors.
"Come upstairs with me," she said, taking him by the hand, "now!" Her usually sqeaky voice had a frisky tone added into it.
Joe followed her, still just as amazed as the first time he ever heard her invite him up.
"You seem like you're having a good day," he said.
"It's always a good day when I see you," she replied. She stopped, looked back and smiled at him. Her brown eyes had a shine to them and she sported a Cheshire cat smile.
"Sandi, If I didn't know it I'd think you were high."
