The Secret Sandy

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This is the story of an experience I had years ago. I’ve never told anyone because it would have caused a lot of problems for various people if those various people ever found out. The names are changed, and the dialogue is paraphrased, but I remember most of this like it was yesterday so it is fairly accurate to the way things happened.My name is Rob. In 1983 I was twenty-seven years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and a distance runner’s slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, slim, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and almost everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was screwing some guy at her office and that was pretty much the end of it.She moved out of the house and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. We had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house which was decided I would keep and pay her for her share. It would be a rather smooth divorce.Once she left and the word got out about our separation friends started calling to check on me and offer support. I got calls from old friends, several of our mutual friends, and even two of Jill’s childhood friends. Just about everyone who called agreed on one thing: Jill was an idiot.A few weeks after she left, Jill’s mother called. Sandy was in her early fifties. She had been divorced from Jill’s father for years and was remarried to a man named Rick. She was attractive like her daughter, blonde, about the same height, slim, with the same brown eyes. Her boobs were bigger than Jill’s, but still pretty firm. She had a body that she’d definitely taken care of. We had always gotten along fine, and from the beginning Sandy had insisted that I call her by her first name. Jill and I would visit her mother’s house on holidays and go with Sandy to her condo at the beach. We could always talk easily, our relationship always warm, proper and respectful.The phone call was pretty much like the others I’d received from everyone else: How are you feeling, how is your family, are you alright, etc. She told me how sorry she was, and talked about Jill, how she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she is confused, blah blah, blah. We talked about ten minutes, I thanked her for calling and we hung up.A month or so later she called me again. It started the same way as the previous call, asking how I was doing, how is the family, things like that. Then she changed the direction of conversation and caught me a little by surprise.“Have you been seeing anyone?” she asked.I hesitated briefly and replied, “Oh, not really.” I had actually been seeing two different women since right after Jill left, but my lawyer had told me that if I started seeing anyone to be discreet until the divorce was settled.“Oh come on, Rob, you can tell me. I know your marriage is definitely over. I’m not telling anyone, especially not Jill, I feel terrible she left you in the first place. I just care about you and I want to see you move on, you deserve better. So tell me, are you seeing anyone?”“Well, yeah, I am.” I trusted her.“Okay, good. Now what’s her name?”“Actually I’ve been seeing a couple different women,” I replied.“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Sandy said. I chuckled at this, loosening up a little. “So what are their names and how did you meet?”“Well one is named Denise, I met her through work. The other is Geri, and I met her through the baseball league. I coached her son on the all star team.”Sandy sounded surprised. “You coached teen-agers, she must be somewhat older than you.”“Yeah, she is. Well, they both are.”“Really? How old are they?”“Denise is thirty-six, Geri is forty-one.”“Wow Rob, I didn’t know you liked that older pussy!” Sandy said.This surprised me… I had never heard her talk like that. This loosened me up some more.I laughed and said, “Well, they’re not complaining about having that younger cock!”We both laughed. She responded, “That must keep you busy on the weekends, juggling both of them.”“Oh not really, just depends. They have kids to keep them busy,” I said. “Much of the time our plans are just spur of the moment.”There was an awkward silence for a few beats before Sandy continued. “Rob, let me ask you a question. Do you have plans this Saturday night?”“Not yet,” I replied.“Listen. I’m going down to the beach condo this weekend. I’m going down Friday night to check on the place and I’m staying to attend a condo association meeting on Monday night. Why don’t you drive down on Saturday afternoon, I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk. I’d love to catch up and hear all about your business and all of these women you are seeing.”I mumbled something and she cut me off.“Don’t worry; no one else will be there, just me. You know I wouldn’t pull anything like that. It’s just that after all that’s happened it would be nice to see you again instead of everything ending on a sour note. What do you say?”“What time were you thinking?”“Come down late afternoon, three or four o’clock. We can have a couple drinks, chat and then walk across the street for dinner.” She was referring to a favorite seafood house about a block from her condo.“Well, okay, figure on me getting there around four. But you don’t have to pay for dinner.”“I invited you, so I’m paying. I’m looking forward to it. So I’ll see you around four?”I agreed that four o’clock was good. We said goodbye, and I hung up shaking my head. It struck me that now that Bostancı Escort her daughter and I were divorcing, she wouldn’t be my mother-in-law much longer. And the conversation we’d just finished had moved past mother-in-law/son-in-law territory.—-On Saturday I had to leave at around two-thirty to get to the condo by four o’clock. Sandy lived in the city about three hours from the beach and my house was about midpoint between the two. I showered, put on some jeans and a light blue shirt with running shoes all over it that she’d given me the previous Christmas.Traffic was light. It was late fall so beach traffic was minimal. I arrived at Sandy’s condo right at four o’clock. Her building was the type where the parking was on ground level under the building and the units started on the second floor. Being off-season there were only a few cars. I pulled in next to her blue Volvo.I walked up two flights of stairs and over to her door. I hesitated and took a breath. I felt like through that door would be another dimension. I could feel on the phone earlier in the week that Sandy and I had reached a new level of communication. I felt from her a sincerity and trust that I never had with her daughter. It was a good feeling, but still awkward. I didn’t know what to expect. I knocked on her door.The door swung open and there she was: more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was longer than before. It hung past her shoulders and was parted in the middle with a new added frizz. She had on sleek black pants and a soft tan sweater. The outfit clung to her curves and the sweater came down to just below her waist to rest on her butt. “Well, what a surprise! Rob’s on time!” she joked.I said, “That’s because I don’t have Jill with me!”We laughed and she ushered me in, we hugged and she kissed me on the cheek as always.“Come on in, sit down. I was about to pour a glass of wine; what would you like, a beer?”“Beer’s fine.” I walked over to the glass doors and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was lower now and blocked by the high rises so the beach was in gray twilight.Sandy walked up beside me and handed me my beer. “You’ll never get tired of this view,” I said. Then I turned to her and added, “I like your hair.”“Do you? Oh, Thank You. I thought I’d grow it out for the winter and see how it looked. Well, come have a seat. Let’s catch up. And I promise: No Jill!”We sat on the sofa facing the glass doors and the ocean beyond and we talked for two hours and three drinks. We talked about lots of things. She asked about my family, my business, and my hobbies. She told me about her job as an Instructor of Nursing, about Rick’s job as a plant manager, about Rick’s endless list of projects around the house. We talked and laughed about many things, but we didn’t mention Jill, and she didn’t ask about my girlfriends.At a little after six we left to go to dinner. It was cool out, but the restaurant wasn’t far away so we didn’t wear jackets. We had to walk a block to the highway then cross to the other side. When a break in traffic occurred she grabbed my hand and called “Let’s go, run!” and we scooted across the road hand in hand. That was a first. As we entered the restaurant she was a couple strides ahead of me and I again admired her trim body and sweet ass.We were seated promptly in a cozy corner booth. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived Sandy proposed a toast to my future success and happiness and then I toasted her with something just as lame. After a couple minutes of chit chat and looking at the menu we had both seen dozens of times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming.“So,” Sandy said softly. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.”Wow! Another word I’d never heard her use. First pussy, now fuck. Wonder what other colorful words she has in her vocabulary? Again I was caught off guard. I smiled and shook my head.“Oh come on, for God’s sake. I may be your mother-in-law, but I’m not a prude. You started to tell me about these women the other night, so don’t tease me. Tell me the rest. You might as well go all the way.”There she goes again. She had this thing she would sometimes do with her left eye, a flicker or a half-wink, that she would do when she was sharing a joke or a secret with somebody. And she did it then when she said ‘go all the way’. I smiled at her wordplay and looked down at the table. She may have thought I was blushing, but I wasn’t. I just felt uneasy because I was sitting across from my still mother-in-law having this conversation, and I had just realized and admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck her.I looked up at her face, a foxy, mature replica of Jill’s. I stared into her piercing brown eyes and they stared right back. “Alright,” I said. “I’ll go all the way. I just hope I don’t come prematurely.”She burst out laughing, then covered her mouth and turned red when some people at a nearby table looked over. She continued laughing quietly and I grinned as her eyes bore into mine. Fortunately, the waitress came and took our orders.“Well…” she said after a few moments.I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?”“Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?”“Geri.”“Geri. How old is Geri?”“Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen and she has a twenty-one year old daughter, I’m just not sure of the time frame.”“And her son is…”“He’ll be sixteen next month.”“So,” Sandy said, sipping wine. “Tell me all about Geri.”“Not much to tell. She’s divorced twice with two older kids. They live in a little old house a few blocks from mine. She was a very active mom in the league. She would come Bostancı Escort Bayan to all the games dressed in shorts and halters and tank tops and drive the coaches and umpires crazy.”“Does she have a good body?”“Oh, yeah,” I said with emphasis.“How did you start seeing her?”“I just rode my bicycle over past her house a few times until I saw her and we and started talking. I told her what happened. I knew she kind of liked me, I just didn’t know what to expect. We went on a couple of bike rides, and then I asked her out. We went out few times, enjoyed ourselves. Nothing too crazy. A movie, a dance, a party, normal stuff.”“How’s the sex?” she questioned.There it was. “Okay,” I said.“Just okay?” Sandy asked.“Well, it’s fine but it’s pretty straightforward. I get the feeling I’m just filling a physical need for her. She comes over, gets her rocks off and leaves.”“Does she turn you on?”“She’s got a great body. That turns me on. But in the sack…” I paused.“What’s wrong?”“I can’t believe I’m telling you this stuff.”“Oh, give me a break. Talk. But in the sack…”I looked at her and shrugged. “Ordinary,” I said.I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned our dinners were being served. After everything was in place Sandy started right in.“Okay, enough of Geri. Tell me about the other girl. Tell me how you met her and how you got in her pants.”Chuckling, I replied, “Denise. I’ve known her for a few months. We worked together, and there was chemistry between us from the start but we ignored it because we were both married. When we found out we were both separated and getting divorced, it didn’t take long. She’s thirty-six and has a twelve year old daughter who splits time between her place and the father’s, so I only get together with her on Thursday nights and every other weekend. This weekend the girl is with her.”“I guess I chose the right week to call,” she said with that eye flick again. “What does she look like?”“She’s attractive. Five-five, short brown hair, green eyes, slim body, nice tits.” I leaned over, looked at Sandy and said softly, “And she loves sex.”“Ooh, do tell.”“Well, she’s not shy, I’ll tell you that. She came over to my house one day last week to pick up some papers for work. She came inside, we kissed a little and she said, “I don’t have much time,” and then started unzipping my pants. We did it standing up leaning against the back of the sofa in my living room. Then she straightened herself up, picked up the papers, kissed me goodbye and left. She was gone in less than fifteen minutes.“How does she like it?”I paused and thought about it. “She’s liked everything so far. She likes to talk dirty. She really likes oral.”Sandy was getting into this conversation I could see. She said in a low voice, “She likes oral. Giving or receiving?”“Well, she likes both. But usually if I go down on her first anything goes. She comes a couple times and turns into an animal.”Sandy looked away briefly and seemed to shiver. She sipped some water, and then grabbed her purse. “Excuse me a minute. I need to go the ladies room.”As she ran off I wondered if I’d gone over the line, said something wrong. I had gotten descriptive telling her about Denise but I didn’t think I had offended her; in fact she’d seemed to enjoy it. I ate the last few bites of my dinner and then she returned and slid into her seat.“Are you finished?” Sandy asked.“Yes, are you?” She hadn’t eaten that much.She took two more quick bites and said, “Now I am. Let’s go.” She looked at the chit and laid down the cash to cover it plus a healthy tip. We stood up and she started for the door. I once again admired her appearance from the rear.We walked outside of the restaurant and waited to cross the highway. I started to feel the inept uneasiness that comes right before a moment of truth. Things had been going along pretty well with my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law, but then it all fell flat. We had never really discussed whether I would sleep here or drive home. I had my overnight bag in the car, but I didn’t know what to do and I only had a one-block walk to figure it out.It was later now so the traffic was lighter and we walked across the highway. We didn’t say much for a moment or two, but once we were on the other side of the road and walking back to the condo I started talking. I thanked her for dinner, and I told her how great it was to see her again and I kept babbling. All too soon we arrived at the base of the condo.Sandy was to my right and grabbed my right arm with her left hand and turned me toward her. She said, “Rob, will you do me a favor.”“Of course. What?”“Kiss me.”I looked in her eyes for a second or two without saying anything and she said it again with emphasis.“Kiss me.”I stared in her big brown eyes. She still had a grip on my arm as I moved my face toward hers. Her right arm went to the back of my head and pulled me to her. She sucked on my tongue and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. It was a long, passionate, aggressive kiss. We parted briefly and our eyes met.“Let’s be bad,” she whispered.She rose up and pulled my head toward hers. She kissed me gently this time, her lips met mine and her tongue explored my mouth slowly and I followed her lead. My left arm held her shoulders and my right hand fondled her ass. Our kiss was soft, our mouths meshed. I couldn’t tell where my mouth ended and where hers began. She held me tight and we kissed for what seemed like a long time. She leaned into me and felt my cock between us, hard against her.Finally she backed off and said, “Come upstairs.”Always the punster, I said “I’m surprised I haven’t come already.”She smiled at that, gave me a Escort Bostancı peck on the lips and said “It won’t be long.” She smiled up at me, took my arm and led me up the stairs.Once inside her condominium and the door closed behind us, we immediately embraced and kissed again. Our tongues explored, our mouths accepted, our fingers groped, our groins grinded.“I’ll do what you want,” I gasped.“I want you in my bed,” she said.We went to her bedroom and fell onto the queen bed. We kissed some more and I caressed her left breast with my right hand and her right hand dropped to my cock.She massaged my cock and said, “Rob, I have to tell you something. At the restaurant, when you were telling me about your sex with Denise, you were getting me hot. I had a huge orgasm. Enormous! I creamed myself right there at the table and that’s when I went to the restroom. I had to clean myself up.”“Really?”“No shit. I envied that girl. And now I want you to give me everything you gave her.”I kissed her gently on the lips, and then said, “Okay, but we’ll have to get your clothes off first.”She whipped off her sweater in one move and then unsnapped her bra. She started for the snap on her pants but I stopped her. I said “Wait, let me undo your pants when I’m ready, okay?”She nodded and lay back on the bed. I kissed her lips first, then her forehead, then her eyelids, then her ears, her earlobes, her neck, her shoulders. She moaned as my mouth lowered to lick her breasts and I took her nipples into my mouth for the first time, lingering until I felt them enlarge and stiffen in my mouth. I kissed her belly and tongued her navel and ran my tongue across her waist along the top of her pants. She let out a whimper and wiggled her torso when my hand drifted between her legs. I rose up so our faces would meet and I kissed her. “You look sexy as hell in these pants,” I said, my hand between her legs and palming her rump. “But it’s time for me to peel them off of you.”She nodded. I got busy unsnapping and unzipping. I yanked off her pants and socks and tossed them aside. I gazed at her pubic hair, dark and neatly trimmed. But that could wait. I rose up, gave Sandy another kiss and lowered my face to her left leg. I licked and kissed and sucked her left leg all the way down her thigh to her knee to her calf to her shin to her feet, and sucked each of her toes one at a time. Then I moved to her right foot, sucked all of her toes one at a time and licked and sucked my way up her leg the same way and finally reached her upper thigh. By this time she was a ball of jelly, moaning and quivering, and when I stuck my face in her crotch, rammed my tongue into her pussy and clamped my lips around her clit she went to pieces. A wave of her juice splashed into my mouth and chin.She screamed, “Oh my God, Jesus Christ, Oh shit. Oh no, oh yes, oh fuck.”I held on. I kept my lips wrapped around her clit, never moving off, keeping at it with my lips while my tongue roamed inside her. My head and her hips got into a steady rhythm as my face stayed plastered to her pussy. I squeezed her ass cheeks with both my hands in tempo, and she moaned with our thrusts. The speed of our movement increased, her whimpers growing in volume with our pace.Sandy started yelling again. “Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come. Oh God, oh shit. Oh fuck. Here I come, I can’t believe it, I’m gonna come again into your face, my fucking son-in-law’s face, oh shit. Eat me, Rob, suck me, I’m coming, here I come, uh oh, fuck….”She exploded. I felt another rush of her fluid into my face. I stayed down there for a short time longer, accepted a few last squirts and then moved up beside her. My face and mouth were covered with her cum, but I kissed her. Our mouths opened, we kissed long and soft and she tasted herself.I stood up and started to undress in front of her. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, got it off and dropped it. I unzipped my jeans and my dick popped out, fully erect. I’d been hard for quite a while and was more than ready.Sandy saw my cock and her eyes grew bigger. I moved onto the bed on top of her and looked her in the eyes, and said, “I always thought you were hot but I never thought I’d fuck you.”“You better fuck me!” she said.She grabbed my cock and guided it into her. She was dripping wet and I slid right in. She let out a loud moan and we started in a slow rhythm but it soon increased.“That’s it, honey. Fuck me, drill me deep, keep fucking me, I want your cock inside me. God that feels good.”I pounded my hard meat into her over and over, again squeezing her ass. We continued in harmony until it was soon my turn to erupt, and I sprang a load deep inside her. I groaned loudly as I came, and right after that Sandy yelped and had another spasm.I collapsed beside Sandy, quaking. I put my left arm around her and she placed her head on my chest, her left hand on my stomach. We didn’t say much for a while, we were just basking in our own glow. After a few minutes she kissed my chest and nipples some and her hand drifted down to my balls. She massaged them gently and then ran the tip of her finger along the shaft of my dick, from the base to the tip and back again, numerous times. Soon I was hard again.“I want you to relax,” Sandy said to me. “Just lay back. It’s my turn to pleasure you.” She leaned over to the nightstand and dipped her finger into a shallow jar. She rolled back over and eased into position with her head above my cock. She lowered her head, kissed my cock, licked my balls and slid her tongue around the rim of my ass, something I’d never felt before. Her lubed finger entered my asshole about an inch with a gentle in-and-out motion, and I groaned when her finger crept a little farther in. I held her blonde curls in my left hand so I could watch as she put her mouth around my cock. Half of my swollen meat disappeared into her mouth as she lowered her head, and with each movement she took a little more of me into her mouth as her finger eased back and forth in my ass.

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