"Mmmmmmmmm… oooohhh it's good…" she moaned, arching her back and flaring her buttocks to receive Sam's jack-hammer thrusts in back and then flicking forward to welcome Jeff's pile-driver shaft in front.
"Oooohhh that's it… hurt me! Fuck me harder!" her voice rang out, raucous in its obscenities, and Sandra could hardly recognize it as her own. She was in another world, piloted there by the unbelievable spasms of pleasure she was receiving in her dual passages, as the two hard, plunging pricks dove in unison and surfaced as one, leaving her breathless with excitement. It was incredible, being fucked like this by two men at once… far far better than anything she had ever experienced before. She wanted it to go on forever!
But her body had climbed to the topmost peak of sensual ecstasy, and there was nothing left for her but to tumble down.
Her piercing wail rent the air, and then her body was spasming uncontrollably, slippery as an eel between the sandwich of human flesh.
"Annnnnngggggg… I'm cumming! Oh God, do it harder! Harder! I'm there…!!!!!"
The two men were driven by the whiplash of her lust-hoarsened voice and they pounded against her, their driven cocks tormented beyond belief by the dynamic contractions of her pussy and rectum, until they, too, could hold out no longer.
Their deep masculine voices sounded out, distorted with passion, as the floodgates of their lust were loosened, and the torrents of their bubbling white liquid scorched from the vats of their testicles along the pipes of their plunging pricks and poured with spasmodic ejaculations into the writhing, squirming twin passages, where they commingled in an effervescent pool of frothy male sperm in Sandra's womb. They continued to flood her insides, their reservoir of semen apparently never-ending, until finally, their exhausted cocks finally acknowledged defeat, and began to slip like spent worms from her widely dilated passages. Gurgling with pleasure, Sandra slipped to the floor, her body floating on a sea of happiness, shielded on both sides by her two lovers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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 experince 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 stockstill. 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.