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   Sally by Skyler Swanson (mf, anal, voy, exhib) November 1999 (note:
Reformatted 10/2005)

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   I like to experiment with different styles of writing and varying points
of view.  I also like a little bit of domination in my stories.  For this
story I was thinking about a woman who might have both a dominant and a
submissive side and finds a way to fulfill both needs with her husband.  -S




   I'd been married to Mark for a little over 8 years.  We had two sons, 6
and 4 years old.  Both Mark and I had stressful, demanding, full-time jobs.
Between the kids and work, it was sometimes difficult finding time for each
other.  While my life wasn't what I had imagined it would be when I married
Mark, I loved my family through both the good and the bad.  This was one of
my favorite times of the year.  The weeks leading up to Christmas were
always a treat for me.  Work was a little less stressful and the kids were
excited about the holidays.  I looked forward to the first snow each year
and the cold, crisp air.  Putting up the Christmas tree and getting
everyone presents was a treat too.  This was the time of year Mark and I
always managed to go to a few parties together - something that we don't
seem to have time for at other times of the year.

   One night we had a Christmas party at my office and I couldn't decide
what to wear.  I wanted to dress for a party and not work, but I didn't
want to be too sexy since I did have to go back to work the next day and
face all those people.  I settled on a simple black dress.  As I put myself
together for the evening, I looked forward to being out of the house - even
if it was just back to work.  "Honey, you look beautiful tonight," Mark
said in the car on the way to the party.  I glanced at his face for a
moment and decided that he was sincere.  I was feeling a little bit of
paranoia.

   "Thanks.  Parties at my office always make me nervous.  I never know
what to wear or how to act."

   "Relax and have a good time.  It's Christmas, not a meeting with your
boss." I tried to believe him.

   At the party we had a good time.  I drank a little too much.  Mark and I
danced a lot.  I chatted a little with the people in the office, trying
hard to talk about anything except work.  It was hard since we don't know
each other in any context except work.

   We went home in a good mood.  Mark paid the babysitter and sent her home
while I checked on the kids.

   In the bedroom, I sat on the bed for a minute while Mark got undressed.
He still looked pretty good for his age.  He didn't exactly look 18 anymore
but he looked good enough.  After all, I wasn't exactly model material
either.

   I was feeling "in the mood", maybe even a little daring.  I got up and
walked over to Mark, who was half undressed, and gave him a big, long, wet
kiss on his mouth.  I felt his naked cock harden and press into my stomach.
It didn't usually take much to arouse him and this time was no exception.
Mark kissed me back, letting his hands roam over my back, pulling me into
him.  I broke away from him and smiled.  Then, I did something I almost
never do.  I knelt down in front of him and kissed the head of his cock
gently.

   "Honey, let get into bed," Mark said nervously.  He was probably
wondering what had gotten into me.

   "I don't think so," I replied then sucked the head of his cock into my
mouth and rolled my tongue over the tip.

   Mark moaned and gently put his hands onto my head, guiding his cock
further into my mouth.  I pulled his cock back out and licked it a few
times before putting it back in.  As I sucked on his cock, I fondled his
ass cheeks and the backs of his legs.  After a few more minutes of this I
pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed him on the bed, on his back.

   Usually, Mark and I only make love naked, under the sheets.  I guess I
was feeling a little wild.  Since I was still in my dress and needed his
cock inside me as soon as possible, I just slipped my panties off, climbed
on top of him, pulled my dress up and slid him into me.

   It felt so good having his cock inside me.  Mark wasn't exactly
complaining either.  I was being a lot more aggressive than normal and I'm
sure Mark was enjoying that.  I slid up and down on his cock, moving my
hips around trying to hit the right spot.  Mark reached up and fondled my
tits through my dress while I fucked his cock.  I was getting close.  I
just hoped that Mark would be able to last until I came.

   I sat up on him, to get deeper penetration and rocked up and down.  I
could see Mark's eyes were closed in concentration so I knew he wasn't
going to last much longer.  I was so close.  I looked up and realized that
I had been so intent on having sex that I hadn't closed the curtain on the
window.  I could clearly see the neighbors house.  There was a light on in
the window directly across from our bedroom window.  Standing in the window
was our neighbor, Sally, who works with Mark.  She was just standing there
watching us make love.

   At first I was startled, but then Sally and I locked eyes.  She just
stood there in the window, motionless, watching.  The only sign that I had
that she was aware of us was the little smile on her face.  Instead of
jumping up and closing the curtains, I fucked Mark harder.  A couple of
more seconds and I finally came in a huge, shuddering orgasm.  I rode
Mark's cock through the whole thing while staring at my smiling neighbor.
As my orgasm diminished I looked down at Mark and realized that I hadn't
even noticed that he had also come during my orgasm.  I looked back up at
the house next door and Sally was gone.

   The next day at work, I thought a lot about what had happened.  I never
expected to get so turned on by someone watching me make love.  For some
reason I didn't feel embarrassed at all.  In fact, I was getting wet just
thinking about it.  It was strange, but I wanted it to happen again.  I
wanted Sally to watch Mark and I make love again.

   We had another Christmas party that night.  It was Mark's office party
this time.  As I got ready, it dawned on me that Sally would be there since
she worked in the same office that Mark did.  Would she try and talk to me?
What would I say if she did?

   At the party, I saw Sally a few times from a distance.  She never made
any attempt to approach me and I made no attempts to approach her.  Once I
saw her whisper something to Mark and he just nodded his head.  I never
asked Mark what she said.  Mark and I had no secrets but, for some reason,
I wanted to keep Sally's voyeuristic activities between myself and Sally.
Questioning Mark would require me to explain why I was interested.  I
didn't want to do that.

   As the party wound down, Mark went to get our coats and I stood near the
exit to wait.  Someone put a hand on my shoulder and I tried to turn around
to see who it was but the hand held me firmly in place.

   "Tonight, please leave the curtains open again when you make love to
your husband," someone whispered to me.

   It was Sally.  I guess she did see us last night.  I was beginning to
wonder if it had been my imagination.  I quickly turned around to see that
no one was there.  I looked around the room and caught a glimpse of Sally
leaving through another door.

   After we got home, we both went upstairs, got undressed and climbed into
bed.  I think Mark was a little surprised when I started fondling his cock.
It had been a long time since we made love two nights in a row.  He wasn't
about to question it though.

   I threw off the covers and laid on my back.  He started kissing my
breasts gently, flicking his tongue over my nipples.  I didn't want that. I
firmly pushed his head down between my legs.  His tongue found my wet
pussy. He licked me, gently at first, then more vigorously.  This is what I
needed.

   I looked over at the window and saw Sally watching from the house next
door.  I fondled my breasts and pulled at my nipples as Mark licked me.  I
came quickly, looking at Sally standing there the whole time.  She just
stood there.  She never did anything but smile at me.  Mark got up and put
his cock in me and fucked me missionary style.  His fucked me hard and
fast, staring at my jiggling breasts.  He was horny and didn't take long
before he came in me.  He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.  He
whispered that he loved me and rolled over and went to sleep.

   It was about a week later that Mark decided that we should throw a
Christmas party of our own.  We began to make lists and develop plans.  We
each invited our own friends and co-workers.  Inevitably, Sally appeared on
Mark's guest list.  I didn't say anything.  I didn't want to object because
I would have to explain why.  Besides, I wasn't really sure if I did
object, only that it made me a little nervous.

   The party was a big hit.  We had at least 50 guests.  We drank and
danced and drank some more.  I was feeling pretty good.  I danced with
Mark's boss who fondled my ass a little.  I didn't object too much.  Mark
flirted with some of the women from my office and they nervously flirted
back.

   At one point, all the drinking had caught up to me and I needed to use
the bathroom.  Unfortunately, it was taken.  So I waited outside the
bathroom door patiently.  A few minutes went by and the door opened and out
came Sally.  She looked at me and smiled.

   "Great party.  Thanks for inviting me," Sally said.

   "Oh, you're welcome.  I'm glad you could come."

   Just as I tried to slip into the bathroom Sally leaned over to me and
whispered "I'd love to see Mark fuck that pretty little ass of yours."

   I slipped into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and thought about
what Sally had said.  She wanted me to have Mark fuck my ass?  I'd never
considered such a thing.  I'd heard of it of course.  I even had a
girlfriend who had done it but had never considered it myself.

   After the party and all the guests had left, Mark and I stumbled up to
the bedroom.  We got in bed and I sucked Mark's cock for a while.  He got
on top of me and fucked me a little bit.  After a few minutes and pushed
him off of me and turned over onto my hands and knees.  I glanced over at
the window next door and saw nothing.  Oh well.

   "Mark.  I want you to fuck my ass," I said.

   "What.  Are you sure honey?  Maybe we should just..."

   "Shut up and fuck my ass.  Hurry."

   Not one to miss an opportunity, he opened the drawer to the end table
near him and pulled out some lubricant and put it on his cock and on my
asshole.  He placed his cock at my asshole and began to push gently. 
Nothing happened so he pushed a little harder.  Finally, he grabbed my hips
and pulled me back onto his cock and the head slipped in to my ass.  I
gasped.  It hurt but it also felt good.  It was so nasty.  It made me feel
a little bit slutty.  Nice girls didn't get fucked in the ass.

   Mark started pushing slowly in.  He was very patient.  At the same time,
he was mumbling about how tight I was.  In a few more minutes he was all
the way in.  It felt like I had to go to the bathroom but I knew that it
was just because I had a cock in my ass.  Mark fucked my ass in and out. 
Gently at first, he pulled out and pushed back in.  I looked back at him.
He was staring at his cock sliding in and out of me.  I was getting used to
it.  Mark fucked a little harder, building up speed.  I reached under and
fingered my pussy.

   "Come on baby, fuck my ass.  Fuck me hard.  Come in my ass baby," I
cried out to him.  I looked over at the window again and still saw nothing.
I wondered where Sally was.

   Mark was getting close now.  I talked to him, telling him that I wanted
him to come in my tight ass.  I told him to fuck his naughty wife's ass
hard.  This pushed him over the edge and his came, thrusting one last time,
squirting his come inside me.  Just as Mark finished, I heard what I
thought was a grunt coming from my bedroom closet.  I looked over and saw
that it was cracked open.  I smiled to myself.