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Sandy Sleeps In


Chapter 2

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Husband shares his wife with his friends

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Reluctant   Fiction   Sharing   Gang Bang   Group Sex  

The next week at work, all I could think about was that night Larry had almost fucked my wife. He and I never spoke about it, but occasionally we would exchange smiles, him flashing that grateful smile of his.

I had to admit, I had become obsessed with the thought of seeing another man fuck Sandy, but there were still those nagging feelings of uncertainty. Seeing Larry molest Sandy as he did that night really didn’t bother me, but would I be able to handle seeing another man actually fucking her?

As the weekend drew closer, I could see the look of anticipation grow in Larry’s face. I knew he was thinking, ‘I wonder if he’s gonna ask me over again?’, ‘Am I gonna get another chance at that gorgeous brunette wife of his?’.

Friday finally came, and it wasn’t until just before quitting time that I invited Larry over again. He was beside himself joy!

“Oohhhh, yeah ... GREAT!!!! I’ll bring the beer, and a new fuck flick I got in the mail this week!”, he said excitedly.

“Ok. Be over about 9-ish,” I replied.

I knew that Sandy would be getting sleepy about then, and that Larry’s presence would probably initiate her going on to bed since she really didn’t enjoy his company all that much. I laughed to myself at that thought. If she really knew what Larry was there for, not really caring for him that much, she’d probably stay up all night, at least till he left.

Then I did something that surprised even myself.

“Hey, Joe! What are you doing later tonight?”, I heard myself asking.

Joe was a fairly large black man. He stood about six feet four inches and weighed in at about 200 lbs. He definitely wasn’t a fat man, and had a large, muscular frame.

“Ohhh ... nothing much. What do ya have in mind?” he asked.

“Well, Larry and I are gonna get together over at my house tonight about 9 o’clock to have a couple of beers ... and whatever. I think he said something about bringing over a fuck flick. Whatd’ya say?”

“all right man ... but I might be a little bit later than nine. I’ve got to run an errand for my Pop, but it shouldn’t take too long,” he replied.

That’s fine, see ya later on, then,” I said, thinking that it might be best if he DID come in after Sandy went to bed, her being brought up in a fairly conservative southern home.

I turned to see the shock on Larry’s face. But it was a look of pleasant shock.

I smiled and winked as I walked past him to leave, “See ya later, Larry!”

That night at dinner, I was preoccupied with the thoughts of what was in store. I bought a bottle of wine for supper, in hopes that Sandy would be well on her way to a sound, good night’s sleep before long. As I expected, it wasn’t long before Sandy was giggling with the effects of the wine. An unexpected benefit, however was the wine had a stimulating effect on her.

She began running her stockinged foot along my upper thigh under the table. Later on the couch, and a couple of glasses later, she sat facing me with one foot on the floor and the other foot under her knee while we watched TV. This caused her short skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings and the garter snaps that held them. She opened her legs slightly further, showing me the top of her panty clad crotch, just as the doorbell rang.

“Awwww!” she protested as I got up to answer it.

“I wonder who that could be?”, I said, acting as if I didn’t know it was really Larry.

As I opened the door, Larry came in with a paper bag under his arm, and stood next to the door as I shut it, looking at Sandy and issuing the usual small talk greetings. As I turned to go back to the couch, I noticed that Sandy had not yet moved from her former position, as she sat facing us and playing with a strand of her hair. She obviously was unaware that she was showing so much to Larry as she sat there with a slight look of disappointment. Larry stood there momentarily, as they gazed at one another, her in deep thought, and him in disbelief. Suddenly, she became aware of herself and quickly turned around on the couch, adjusting her skirt.

“Have a seat, Larry. Here ... let me take this an put it in the fridge,” I said, taking the bag and walking into the kitchen.

As I was putting the beer away, I overheard Larry saying to Sandy that he ‘hoped that he wasn’t interrupting anything’.

“No ... that’s OK,” I overheard her say, knowing full well that she was lying through her teeth to be polite. “We were just sitting here watching some TV ... and thinking about hitting the sack.”

I know she was trying to hint to Larry that now was not a good time for him to be here. Little did she know that there was more in store than she ever dreamed of.

“What are you up to tonight, Larry”, I said as I walked back into the room, handing him a beer.

“Oh ... not much. Just thought I’d drop by to see if you two were interested in a few hands of gin.”

“Sounds good to me, what about you, hon?”, I said looking at Sandy.

The look on her face told me that she had resigned herself to the fact that Larry was going to be here for a while.

“Well, if you guys don’t mind ... I think I’m gonna call it an evening,” she said, getting up off the couch.

‘Perfect!’, I thought, everything was falling into place.

“OK, hon. I’ll be along in a little,” I said, smiling at Larry.

He quietly mouthed the words ‘I will too!’ after she had passed him, heading towards the bedroom.

After Sandy had gone to bed, Larry and I sat there staring blankly at the TV, neither of us saying a word. The air was filled with expectation. About 10 o’clock, I heard Joe drive up into the driveway. I got up to let him in before he rang the doorbell. I really didn’t think it would wake up Sandy ... but I wasn’t taking any chances.

At first all we did was make small talk as Larry popped his new flick into the VCR. Joe still hadn’t been let in on our little secret. I wasn’t yet sure just how I was gonna go about it. After about 15-20 minutes, I noticed that Larry was getting a bit antsy. He kept shifting around in his seat and glancing at me as if expecting the signal to go anytime now.

“I’ll be right back”, I said, signaling Larry to stay put for awhile.

I wanted to make sure everything was set for what was about to happen. Quietly, I slipped down the hall and into the bedroom. Sandy was laying on the bed on her back in one of her sheerest babydoll nighties, the cover bunched up around her waist. I guess the wine had really taken it’s toll on her, as she was really sprawled out on the bed, her arms above her head on the pillow and one leg tossed over the side of the bed under the covers.

Sandy looked beautiful lying there with that typical little pout she has when sleeping, her long brunette hair spread out under her head on the pillow, just touching her shoulders. Her breasts were readily visible through the transparent material covering them as they stuck almost straight up like two conical, pink tipped mountains. It didn’t look like I was going to have to do much at all to get things ready.

Quietly, I slipped over to the bathroom door and eased it open, letting the soft light shine into the bedroom onto Sandy. Then I slipped back down the hall to where Larry and Joe were still watching the movie.

“Joe, you want another beer?” I asked, hoping that soon he would be ready to take a leak.

“Sure... , thanks!” he replied.

Larry followed me into the kitchen, and quickly cornered me, “How are you gonna do this?”

“Well, I thought we’d let Joe go back first when he has to take a leak. Then, you and I will slip back and wait in the bedroom doorway to see what he does.”

Larry grinned, and hurried back out into the living room. We watched the movie for a while longer, as we remarked about some of the scenes taking place.

It wasn’t long before Joe had to go, “Hey, man, where’s your bathroom at?”

“Second door on your right,” I said, trying to keep the excitement in my voice from showing.

Joe walked down the hall, and as soon as I heard the bathroom door shut, Larry and I were off for the bedroom. Standing in the bedroom, Larry’s gaze was fixed on Sandy. Joe had neglected to shut the door leading to the bedroom, probably because he didn’t know anyone would be in there. As I heard him finish up, I could hear him fumbling with his zipper as he turned to head back out. Suddenly, I heard him stop dead in his tracks. He obviously had seen Sandy.

It seemed that he stood there for hours, as he watched her laying there, her pert breasts rising up from her chest, plainly visible through the thin fabric.

“Hol-leee Sheee-uuut!” I heard him exclaim in a whisper.

I could barely contain my laughter as I let out a snicker. Joe heard this and poked his head around the door-frame, looking straight at us. I quickly help my finger up to my lips, shushing quietly, and motioned him to come on in.

“Is that your wife?” he whispered quietly.

I nodded, taking him by the arm and leading him over to the side of the bed. Larry followed me and stood on my left as we looked at Sandy, now just inches away.

“What’cha think?” I whispered, smiling at Joe.

He gazed at Sandy for a few seconds then turned to me, staring at me as he appraised my motives.

“She looks beautiful, man,” he whispered back, half smiling.

Gently, I reached down and grasped the edge of the covers. I slowly began pulling them down, exposing more of Sandy’s firm, flat belly covered only by her sheer nightie. I pulled the sheet down to a point between her navel and the beginning of her pubic mound, exposing the lacy hem of her nightie. Then I took the hem and very carefully eased it up her creamy white torso, and over her pert white breasts. Her pink, shiny nipples began to harden with the contact from a wisp of air created by my hands moving her top over them. I scooted over to my left a little to let Joe stand more directly in front of Sandy’s firm young breasts, to which Larry slipped around to Joe’s right, standing right at Sandy’s head. He wasted no time in unzipping his pants and stroking his dick, as I motioned for Joe to gently feel Sandy’s tits.

The contrast of his huge black hands against the firm white skin of Sandy’s tits as he gently fondled them was extremely exciting! His huge hands almost completely covered her medium-sized tits when he cupped them. He gently took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it slightly, evoking a quiet whimper from Sandy.

Meanwhile, Larry had rid himself of his pants, and was steadily stroking himself directly over Sandy’s face, just inches from her pouting lips. He looked at me as he squeezed out some precum, letting it ooze out of the head of his dick and drip slowly down, coming to rest directly on her lips. At first, she didn’t move as the precum lay glistening on her lower lip, but the sensation of it against her lip caused her to lick it off with her tongue.

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