The Story of a Woman's Sexual Awakening
Chapter One: Sandra's First Adultery
It had been a long, hot summer in the English seaside town where we lived and we had both benefited from it health wise; she with her swimming and sun-bathing and having recovered completely from childbirth, her figure looked terrific. Sandra had always been slim and still was but now the breasts were fuller and the hips more rounded. When she walked along the beach or promenade in her tiny bikini, all the men gave her that certain appreciative look and I was very proud of her. She had light auburn hair, almost red and was around 5'6", blue eyes and still the best legs that I have seen on a woman.
She was a virgin when we met and married and I was not much more experienced than she. The first eight years of marital sex had not been at all adventurous, even between us and I must confess that the boredom of this had tempted me to unfaithfulness on a few occasions. I justified this to myself at that time, by distancing the act entirely from emotion although I did love her deeply.
She had never been with another man and by this time she was in her mid thirties but things had changed during the past three years. It possibly started when I had been lent some pornographic videos, which included wife swapping, group sex and other delights, none of which we had ever tried. When making love to her after watching them, it became obvious that they had a great effect on the both of us. She was keen to try lots of new ideas and we even bought her a vibrator. Nevertheless sex remained just between ourselves and with this better sexual relationship, I ceased to fool around outside.
We had begun to be more open and frank with each other and our lovemaking was liberally filled with dirty talk about fantasies. There was plenty of juice drinking from each other's genitals, all in a great variety of locations and we started to really get off on reading porno-mags readers' letters etc. All in all we were having the sort of ball that should have occurred years earlier and now we regularly enjoyed everything sexual that could be experimented with, apart from the inclusion of other people.
Like her, I was in peak condition, spending a lot of time at sea, and inshore fishing; which in winter was hard, arduous and sometimes very dangerous work but also very physically demanding. Everything about my body was permanently hard and even in mid-winter, my skin was the colour that you get after a Mediterranean holiday. I wanted sex, and got it, very, very regularly. Shooting, fishing and sex were my entire life and in each, I constantly sought more and better.
We did a lot of drinking in those days; most of our friends were heavy drinkers and we had a large social circle. A few of these friends became very intimate inasmuch as our sex lives would be very open to joint scrutiny. We never indulged in physical activities but would know the most intimate secrets of the sex lives of the other couples. On a few occasions, we watched blue movies together with them, at which time, when very drunk, the atmosphere would become heavily charged with excitement and afterwards, when making love together, she and I would speculate and even fantasise on how it might be like to make love to them.
It was at one of these evenings when close friends disclosed how they indulged in anal sex, something that we had only previously associated with homosexual males. Following their disclosure she said that she would like to try it. We soon started doing it regularly and she really enjoyed it, especially when mounted from behind, when my cock would be transferred back and forth between the two orifices. One night when doing this, she surprised me by saying; "It feels just like having two men fucking me!" I asked of her, had she thought about that scenario, to which she replied "Oh yes!" but I rather assumed that she was joking.
A crucial turning point came much later that year, on New Year's eve. When in a drinking club, a friend, (not one of our close circle) asked if we cared to continuum with him on to a New Year's party at Paul's house. It was already passed midnight but we agreed. Andy had asked of me several times before we left the club, "Is your wife? Wink-wink, nudge nudge, etc. Etc.?" To be perfectly honest, whether drunk or just naive, I didn't really understand what he meant but assured him that yes, she said she wanted to go...and we did.
As the car drew up outside of the house, the front door opened and a man was thrown out of the house (and I mean thrown!). Sandra giggled..."This must be a hell of a party". Paul greeted us inside the door, wearing nothing but a cricket box with a little tinsel wrapped around it. We made our way into the lounge where almost everybody was dancing but wearing only their underwear. A few of the girls were bra-less and in those days, that was daring beyond belief. Many men wore only underpants.
We were very well known in that little local community and of course we recognised many minor friends and acquaintances, but none of our "inner-circle". Paul's wife Mary, tactfully suggested to Sandra that she looked a bit out of place being fully dressed and knowing what a good figure she had and wanting to show her off, I encouraged her to strip down to bra. and panties.
I was rather drunk and apart from having a few smoochy dances with one or two girls whom I vaguely knew and I seem to recall indulging in some heavy snogging with one and feeling her breasts, but nothing really wild like heavy petting or groping. I did notice that Sandra was well away, dancing very closely with several men including one called Richard who always made it clear that he fancied her. At one point, they left the room for maybe twenty minutes or so. All in all, it was a good night to remember and it was a distinct turning point for us.
Upon returning home, we were both too tired to make love and fell asleep nevertheless, the next morning we were not working and decided to have "breakfast in bed". Soon we were making love passionately, during which; I asked what happened with her and Richard. She confessed that he had got her tits out of her bra, fondled them and bit her nipples hard, something she particularly enjoyed. Although she had not allowed his hands inside her panties, they were no barrier to his attentions, for they were very flimsy and she related how he handled her pussy through the thin material.
F..."Did you enjoy what he was doing?"
S..."Well remember I was very drunk and anyway, I assumed you were having fun too".
F..."That's not what I asked Darling. I asked did you enjoy it?"
S..."Well yes actually, I enjoyed it enormously"
F..."Did you feel guilty?"
S..."Yes, but that made it more exciting".
F..."Do you intend to meet him, or take it further?"
