Upon graduation from college, Larry Wilson began his job in lower management for a plastics company and received several promotions over the next few years. Sandy, his wife, enrolled in a small liberal arts school and finished her degree two years later, fulfilling the promise that she had made to her parents when she got married.
She barely made it though. She had been unsure that she would even be able to complete her final exams and she didn't know until that day if she would be able to attend graduation. She walked up to receive her diploma three days before she gave birth to their twin daughters. Less than a year after the girls' birth, she had a son.
After six years with the company, Larry realized that although he had received numerous promotions, his chances at an upper management job were limited because it was a family controlled and run business. A small plastics manufacturing business was for sale in northern Indiana and he had about one hundred thousand dollars that had been left to him when is parents died a few years back. He and Sandy had decided that they would take the gamble and purchase the company.
The previous owner who was retiring had handled everything from sales to production management to shipping so Larry knew that he would have to completely reorganize the company. The total reorganization had taken considerable work on Larry's part and he was spending twelve to sixteen hours per day at work. Sandy felt that she could lighten his load if she worked at the plant; but they both felt that it was more important for her to be home with the children at least until they all started school. This wore on Sandy. Although she was kept busy raising the children -- the girls were now three and Jack was two -- she was a horny woman. Larry was seldom home and when he was, he was too tired for sex.
Sandy was relegated to using her fingers now more than she had during her first year and a half of college. One afternoon while the kids were napping, her next-door neighbor, Ann Bush, was over for a cup of coffee. Sandy was complaining about Larry being at work so much and how she missed spending time with him. Ann said, "What you're really saying is, you're horny as hell and you want him here so that you can fuck more; isn't it?"
Sandy was slow to reply, "Bluntly put, but yeah."
"You think that you're the only broad to go through this. It's the curse of being married to a man that is ambitious. You wouldn't want him any other way; but you want to feel that hard cock in you a little more often. What time does he go to work in the morning?"
"About six-thirty. Why?"
"Timing is important. Does he have inside windows or a window on the door of his office?"
"No. Why?"
Ann smiled as she said, "Well, you've got to have a plan. If he goes to work at six-thirty, he should be getting hungry at about eleven o'clock and he should still have some energy left at that time of day. I'll come over at about ten tomorrow morning and help you get ready and then I'll watch your kids while you take him lunch and screw his brains out. Just don't let him know what you're planning to do, because he will feel guilty thinking about having fun when there is so much work to do and then find an excuse to cancel out on you. Now, about how much longer will your kids stay asleep today?"
Sandy was somewhat puzzled as she asked, "It's two o'clock. Probably another hour or so, why?"
Ann grabbed Sandy's hand and said, "We need most of that time to take the edge off of you. Let's get you in the bedroom and get your clothes off." Ann led Sandy toward the bedroom, with Ann starting to get her clothes off on the way. As the bedroom door was closing, Ann began to kiss Sandy and unbuttoned her blouse. Sandy's bra was swiftly unhooked and Ann kissed her large breasts. Sandy was fumbling with the snap on the front of her shorts when Ann pushed her hands away and, with one swift motion, removed the younger woman's shorts and panties at the same time. When both ladies were naked they climbed on the bed and locked in a warm embrace. As Ann fondled one of Sandy's still firm breasts, she said, "Honey, you have such beautiful breasts and, after three kids, they're still firm and so little sag."
Sandy replied, "Thank you, but I just hope that in another ten years mine are still as firm and upright as yours." Sandy then resumed sucking and chewing on Ann's 34C's. The two continued their ministrations to each other's boobs while each had one hand working feverishly on the other's pussy. After about fifteen minutes of this, Ann dropped down to begin eating Sandy's bush while positioning her dripping slit over Sandy's waiting lips. The two women went at each other's pussies wantonly for about ten minutes until they both started convulsing and they finally rolled over on their backs until they could catch their breath.
The next morning, the doorbell at the Wilson's home rang a few minutes until ten. Hastily, Sandy admitted Ann. Ann asked, "What did you fix him to eat?"
"A couple of sandwiches, some chips and fruit."
"The sandwiches are cold aren't they? You don't want hot food, because then he will want to eat it while it is still hot. Then he won't feel like fucking on a full stomach. That would destroy the whole purpose of the trip."
"The sandwiches are cold, but my pussy is hot."
"Well keep it that way until his dick has exploded in you. Let's go get you dressed right." They walked toward the bedroom to prepare Sandy for her trip. Upon entering the bedroom, Ann saw the clothes that Sandy had laid out. She saw a pair of bikini panties, a short skirt and a tank top. Sandy's imagination wasn't very vivid. "You weren't planning on wearing these were you?" asked Ann.
"That's the same type outfit that I wore the first time we had sex. I thought that if it worked that time, it would work again."
