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Sandra was applying nail-polish to her long tapering nails, when she heard Mike's car pull into the driveway. She gave a little start, surprised at his early homecoming. She hadn't really been expecting him until the morning, and already her mind had been wandering ahead to the long evening of pleasure she would experience with Sam. Her body still tingled from the incredible fucking she had received from Sam and the veterinarian simultaneously, just the previous evening, and the wild three-way act had honed the edge of her sexual appetite to such a pitch that she thought Sam would never finish with his chores, and come to her. Damn him, why did he have to come home early? she complained silently, putting aside her cosmetics and heading for the kitchen. Still, maybe Mike... It was weeks since Mike had made love to her, and she felt a sudden, urgent longing to feel his body near hers again, experience him through the body of the new woman she had become. Her face brightened as her husband hurried into the kitchen.
"Hello, Sandra," he called, "any coffee ready?" Sandra looked at him uneasily. He was slumping tiredly in a chair, his eyes roaming aimlessly around the room. He didn't even seem to see her!
She handed him a steaming cup, and without even acknowledging it, he picked up the Vet's report which was lying on the table.
"That's one good thing anyway!" he muttered, his eyes roaming over the report.
"What's that?" Sandra asked, puzzled.
"The Vet's report - the cows all passed the TB test - or did you ever bother to read it?" There was an ominous coldness in his voice which made Sandra shiver.
Draining his coffee cup, he rose and headed for the door.
"W-would you care for some dinner? I've got..."
"Later!" he interrupted, "I'd better check on things in the dairy!" And before Sandra had a chance to reply, he was gone.
Sandra stood stock-still. She didn't really know what kind of greeting she had expected from her husband, but she certainly hadn't anticipated his coldness, indifference. He didn't care what she was thinking or what she felt about his return. He just didn't care! Fear clutched relentlessly at Sandra's pulsing heart. Was she in danger of losing Mike? Was her marriage actually dissolving in front of her? Numbly, she tried to reassure herself. She knew in her heart that the intoxication of her new found sensual freedom was a paltry return for the security she had taken for granted, and which was in imminent danger of toppling! Did Mike suspect what she had been up to? Anxiety gnawed at her viscera like a dog at a bone. She sunk down into a chair, her lovely young body shaking with convulsive tremors, as she fought a rising wave of panic.
The minutes ticked by, but Sandra's uneasiness had not abated. She felt worse than ever, with only herself to blame. For the first time, she began to realize the seriousness of her actions, and to wonder about their consequences. In the back of her mind, she had assumed that Mike would not find out. She also believed that nothing that she did would make him turn against her! Had she been wrong? Was Mike sick and tired of her, her bitchy, demanding ways, her lack of consideration for him? But I love him, I still do! her mind protested. She had to tell him, tell him now, ask for his forgiveness, get his reassurance that everything was all right. At the back of her mind was the paralyzing fear that Sam, unable to restrain himself, would brag about his conquest...
She knew Mike didn't like her to disturb him at work in the sheds, but she couldn't wait until he came back. It might be too late...
Sandra ran lightly across the yard, and headed straight for the dairy, relieved to find a light there. She let herself quietly in by the back way, anxious not to disturb him, and stealthily made her way towards the far end where the machinery was. She could hear muffled voices, and silently prayed that Mike wouldn't be angry at her for disturbing him.
Suddenly, Sandra froze, her blood running cold. She had to stifle a scream as her husband's voice wafted across to her.
"Oooohhh Eve darling, I've missed you so much..."
God what were they doing? She had to find out...
Her blood racing, she slipped inside the next to last stall, and peering between the slats of the wood partition, her eyes darted restlessly, trying to find her husband. Then she saw him!
Her eyes bulged as they focused on a blurred tangle of naked arms and legs. Mike, her husband and Eve were sprawled, stark nude, on several sacks of animal feed, their bodies locked together in a tight, passionate embrace.
Sandra felt a blood-curdling scream rise in her throat and she had to cram her knuckles into her mouth to suppress it, as she saw the young blonde, Eve's, strong white hands wrapped tightly around Mike's neck, and as she glimpsed her husband's hungry wet tongue slipping into the shapely blonde's receptive mouth. Their twisting, writhing bodies lay only a few feet from Sandra's horrified gaze, and she could see that Eve's large gray eyes were beginning to dilate and an unmistakable smoky haze of passion drifted across them as Mike slowly caressed her ripe golden body.
Sandra watched, paralyzed with shock. Every nuance on their faces was distinct to her view; she stood there breathless, unable to turn her eyes away from the lewd display of flesh and passion.
She watched as Mike's mouth tore away from the glistening fullness of Eve's lips and began to trail hot, wet kisses down her vibrant swan-like neck, sucking ardently at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw, red little patches in his wake. The blonde's hands were digging desperately into his shoulders and from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was already deeply entangled in passionate sensual excitement.
Sandra was hypnotized by the sight of the eager couple wallowing in unabashed lust. Her heart felt crushed by the evidence of her husband's infidelity, but still, she couldn't tear herself away from the incredible spectacle. She wanted to run in and separate the adulterous couple, yet she was immobilized by the scene. She had never in her life seen anything so mesmerizing, so compelling. It was strangely, perversely exciting, and every nerve, every sense in her body seemed sharpened to extraordinary intensity.
Sandra watched, her eyes bulging, as Eve, her blonde hair flowing like a sheath of golden hay, stretch free of the tangle of arms and legs and slowly spread her perfectly sculptured thighs, revealing the honey-colored muff of her pubic triangle. Her arms hung languidly by her sides and her firm full breasts rose up and down with her frenzied breathing. Sandra could see the nipples spring to attention, the dark pink buds jutting up erect from the crinkled brown aureoles.
She gasped, stung with unbearable jealousy, as Mike squeezed the ripe flesh as he kissed first one and then the other buttery globe. He rolled the thickening nipples between his thumb and forefinger, wringing little mewls of pleasure from Eve. Then he raised his head and Sandra could see the livid pink stretch of his tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth soft plane of her lithe body, stopping to poke at the tight, deeply imbedded little navel, licking it lovingly, as his hand continued to massage the smooth plane of her belly.
Sandra's dimming eyes were riveted on the tall tanned body of her husband as it hovered over the prostrate girl, and her eyes dropped to the huge, fleshy protuberance of his cock as it dangled out obscenely from the blonde pubic thatch. It prodded lewdly at Eve's parted thighs, and Sandra could see the girl's hips churning in unmistakable invitation.
"Oh darling, please fuck me now... I want to feel your beautiful hard cock inside me..." Eve's passion distorted voice pleaded. Her fingernails were digging into his muscular back, and Sandra winced at the girl's lascivious desire.
Sandra had never seen Mike so aroused, so lust-crazed as he was as he hovered over the pleading girl. A new wave of jealously swept over her - she had never been able to arouse him to that extent!
Suddenly, he leaned forward and grasped Eve's quivering legs and lifted them high up, till they dangled over his shoulders. He looked down at the lewd spectacle of her naked open vagina, lust gleaming in his eyes, and Sandra herself could see the moist, pink furrow throbbing with excitement. She could see the eager clasping hole of her vagina, opening and closing, trying to suck in something to fill her desperate void. The outer lips were swollen with passion and the red bulbous tip of her clitoris quivered and pulsed through the soft blond pubic fuzz.
Mike grasped his long, thick penis in his hand and guided it towards the enticing pink split, running the thick burgeoning head deftly along the moistened crevice, lubricating it in Eve's already flowing vaginal juices, while she mewled piteously.
"Oh please Mike, do it to me now... please do it to me now... ! !"
Her lewd words seemed to galvanize Mike into action, and he suddenly rammed forward and with an explosive groan, thrust the hard bulbous head into the tiny, hair-fringed hole between her legs.
"AAAAhhhhhhmmmmmmm..." Eve sighed, and Sandra felt the first stirrings of anger on hearing the girl's sibilant moans of pleasure. Her lewd fascination with the incredible scene had suppressed any anger she might have felt, but now a slow burning resentment was seething inside the bewildered wife. It's just like I thought, she fumed inwardly, he was interested in that little slut right from the beginning! Her own deviance from the marital path was forgotten as rage simmered inside her as she watched her husband in his joyful rendezvous with the young blonde milkmaid. No wonder he wasn't interested in me, she bridled, and to think I was rushing out to apologize to him, the lousy cheating bastard...
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