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it plunged in and out of his wife's aching pussy, and he was enjoying the 
spectacle of her debasing pain.  His own cock was standing out like a 
flagpole, goaded into erection by the incredible luridness of the act he 
had instigated.
     He was mesmerized by the straining whiteness of his wife's subjugated 
body, by the palpitating milkiness of her breasts, the trembling strength 
of her thighs.
     Sandra was relieved when the pain finally subsided and Sam's actions 
took on a regular rhythm.  Her body responded in kind, recognizing the 
familiar action, and she felt some of her degrading feelings easing.  It 
would soon be over ...
     She couldn't believe it when she felt the first tingle of excitement 
- a familiar pinprick of pleasure deep inside her.
     She wanted to quell it, stamp it out, but knew she couldn't.  Her 
body was responding as it did on the other occasions when she had been 
debased and humiliated ... it was responding to a man's penis inside it, 
and nothing else!
     "Ooooohhhhhhh ..." she sighed involuntarily as her hips almost 
unconsciously took on a deep sensual churning, a passionate grind of its 
own, a direct answer to Sam's insistent demands. Flushes of heat were 
rising up her body, blushing her face, making her mewl with excitement, 
causing little beads of perspiration to break out on her upper lip.  Her 
hips began to grind upward as Sam plunged downward, and then pressed back 
against the softness of the hay as he began to withdraw, her interior 
vaginal sinews milking his blood-filled prick with tight, possessive 
little contractions.
     Mike ran an excited tongue over his dry lips when he noticed his 
wife's excitement, her acquiescence to Sam's pile-driving cock.  She was 
enjoying the fucking her lover was giving her, right in front of him, her 
own husband!  The lewd thought excited him even more.  His eyes were glued 
on the increasing tempo of the fucking pair, darting here and there to 
catch a glimpse of a bobbing breast, a dipping cock, fleshy cunt lips!  He 
had forgotten completely about Eve, cringing still in the dark corner, 
fearful to show herself.  He had forgotten everything but the presence of 
his wife and her lover who were becoming oblivious to him, and the 
mounting pressure in his own balls as they sent urgent messages to his 
throbbing prick.
     Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer.  His cruel, sadistic trick 
had backfired - he had engendered an excitement in the two which was 
getting the better of him also ... he no longer wished to be just a 
director ...
     Sandra was carried away in the wind of her own undeniable excitement.  
She was being fucked by their hired man again, who had elicited so many 
wonderful responses in her before, who had initiated her into incredible 
realms of ecstasy, and this time was no exception.  She had momentarily 
forgotten about her husband's initial part in the act, and was aware only 
of Sam's body buffeting against her, his thick, lust-hardened prick 
slamming into her pelvis, his hard rough hands kneading the flesh of her 
hips.  Then, suddenly, the rhythm which was carrying her along on the road 
to climax was shattered.  A hand was grappling with her hair, making her 
squirm with excruciating pain. Her eyes flew open ... and she saw a cock, 
a long, red, throbbing cock a scant inch away from her face!
     Her eyes riveted on the burgeoning instrument, jutting out proudly 
from a forest of blond curls ... it was Mike!
     "Open your mouth!" he commanded, his voice laden with depraved 
passion.  She continued to stare, mesmerized by the lewd instrument, until 
it leaped forward and slipped past her lips in a swift abrupt movement.  
Surprised, she found the fleshy hardness of it in her mouth ... a 
strangely agreeable sensation!  Timorously, her tongue began to swipe the 
rod of flesh in her mouth, tasting for the first time the masculine 
piquancy of her husband's prick.  Shivers of strange pleasure rippled her 
skin.  She began to suck gently on the palpitating organ, caressing it 
with her lips, nibbling at it with her teeth. Her tongue darted into the 
tiny slit at the top, stretching it mischievously, and then slipped down 
to coat the heavy webbed underside with saliva.  She was beginning to like 
sucking her husband's cock ... while her lover fucked her!
     Her hand reached up and cupped the squirming sac of his scrotum, 
kneading the fermenting balls, cradling them in her warm palm. Mike's 
hands tightened in her hair, forcing her mouth further down on his 
throbbing prick, till the smooth spongy head was pressing against her 
larynx, making her cough slightly from the unaccustomed contact.
     Mike was driven to frenzy by his wife's hungry sucking on his cock.  
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her full ovalled lips circling his 
rock-hard member, and his hands released their frenetic grip on her hair 
and dropped to knead savagely at the smooth orbs of her breasts.
     Sam continued to pump furiously into the gyrating woman, feeling her 
body jackknifing against him with each demonic stroke of his blood-hard 
prick.  His hands were like eagle's claws on her hips, and his body was 
straining every muscle taut as whipcord as he pounded mercilessly into 
her.
     Sandra was a fiery furnace of excitement and passion.  She had never 
felt like this before.  She loved being fucked by Sam while she was 
sucking her own husband's cock ... loved the feeling of Mike's prick 
plunging far back into her throat while Sam's rod plundered her pussy. She 
was being buffeted by two men, fucked by both at once, and she revelled in 
the lewd tbree-way act.
     She began to suck furiously as she sensed her husband's imminent 
release.  She could feel his body tense, and then she felt the rumble of 
his white-hot sperm along the tube of his cock, before it spurted in a 
boiling stream of frothy white nectar into the sanctuary of her throat. 
She swallowed and gulped as it continued to flow in a thick jet down her 
burning gullet, and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she strove to keep 
up with the never-ending shower, her lips tightly convoluted around the 
pumping cock, so as not to lose a precious drop of it.
     "Keep sucking... keep suckingggg..." Mike to drain every last drop 
into his wife's eager gulping throat.
     Sam stiffened like a bowstring just then, and his hoarse guttural 
cries sounded out as he began to batter against her like a bulldozer, his 
heavy pelvis slamming cruelly against her upraised crotch, squirting jet 
after jet of hot white semen into her hungrily churning belly in a 
constant river of his pent-up passion.
     A feeling of disappointment flickered through her as her husband's 
penis, at last spent and limp, slipped from her mouth, but just then, her 
own release was triggered by Sam's frantic pounding into her, and she felt 
herself lifted up in the arms of a giant whirlwind, and spun round and 
round, until she was flying by herself in a never-never land of complete 
euphoria.
     "I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!" she chanted, her body 
tossing and gyrating like a spinning top, flailing about under Sam's deep 
hard thrusts into her.
     Shriek after shriek flew past her sperm glistening lips as she was 
caught in the throes of spasm after delicious spasm of indescribable 
delight, each of which carried her far beyond the wildest bounds of what 
she had experienced before.
     At last, she was still, her body still twitching a little, as her 
nerve endings surrendered the last vestiges of their pleasure, and she lay 
back on the softness of the sweet smelling hay, beside the panting body of 
her husband and the satiated grunting figure of her lover.



Chapter 9

     Sandra's feelings of complete satiation was marred only by a nagging 
feeling of animosity ... towards Mike.  Even though things had turned out 
all right in the end, she couldn't rid herself of the desire for revenge.  
She couldn't forget how penitent she'd been when he had first come home, 
how she'd followed him out to the dairy, expressly for apologizing, how 
she'd discovered him making love to Eve, and worst of all, how he'd forced 
her and Sam into the debasing debacle.  She knew she'd always hold a 
grudge against him until she'd laid that ghost to rest.  Her body was 
aching with a pleasant sort of weariness, and groggily she staggered to 
her feet, peering around in the semi-darkness. Both Sam and Mike were 
still half-sprawled on the floor, and Sandra could just make out the 
whiteness of Eve's body as she stood in the corner against the wall.  The 
thought that her husband's mistress had witnessed her degradation added to 
her indignation, and a plan was forming in her lust-depraved mind.  Yes, 
I'll pay that bastard back ... making her way over to where Eve was 
standing silently.

*     *     *

     Mike was afraid to look at Sandra.  Afraid, and ashamed, too.  His 
anger had gotten the better of him, and had faded with his arousal; now he 
felt nothing but regret.  He knew he'd gone too far when he'd forced his 
own hired hand and his wife to perform in front of him. He'd no right to 
do it, he knew now, especially when he himself had just been fucking Eve. 
Who was he to throw stones?  For all he knew, catching him and Eve in the 
act might have set the ball rolling for his wife and Maguire.  I shouldn't 
have been so hasty ...
     Apprehensively, he watched Sandra get up. Where was she going, he 
puzzled, and then drew in his breath sharply when he saw her heading over 
to where Eve was still cringing against the wall.
     What was she going to do to the girl? he wondered, tempted to call 
out and warn Eve. His wife was probably angry enough for anything, maybe 
even for attacking the girl!
     "Sandy ..." he called softly, but she didn't seem to hear.  Afraid, 
Mike got to his feet, and hurried over to where the two women were 
standing.
     Sandra was looking intently at Eve, taking in every inch of her soft 
golden curves, feeling a stab of jealousy on seeing the girl's youthful 
perfection.
     There was a look of abject fear on her face, and her pale hair, seen 
in the dim light, made her look ghostly, a sad apparition.
     "Please, it's not my fault!" she whimpered, suddenly terrified of her 
employer's wife who was standing beside her.  With relief, Eve saw Mike 
coming towards them.  He'd protect her, save her from that madwoman ...
     "Sandra, leave Eve out of this!  Mike said authoritatively, and 
Sandra threw him a haughty glance.
     "No fear!" she scoffed, throwing her head back, "I'm going to find 
out just what it is you've been so interested in!"
     Sandra reached out her hand and rested it on the girl's shoulder, and 
then began to caress the soft flesh, dropping lower still until her hand 
was covering one of Eve's soft round breasts.
     "Sandra, for God's sake ..." Mike broke in.
     "Mmmm, not bad ..." Sandra noted, her hand moving to cup the other 
full white orb in her hand.  Eve's brown berry-like nipples leaped into 
erection at Sandra's touch and jutted out provocatively against her palm.  
Now Sandra was embracing the astonished girl, gathering her in her arms, 
pulling her toward her breasts, and then, Sandra lowered her mouth onto 
the girl's quivering lips, and planted them with soft, passionate kisses.  
Sandra could hear Mike's sharp intake of breath and felt a thrill of 
pleasure when she realized that her plan was working.  I'll make him sorry 
yet ... she promised, as she continued to shower hot little kisses on the 
surprised girl's lips, neck, throat.  Sandra was actually surprised by how 
pleasant it was to hold the other woman in her arms, and was glad that she 
was so pretty and soft and appealing.  She realized she felt a sort of 
sympathy for the girl, a mild desire to comfort her for what she had to go 
through.
     Mike stared dumbfounded at the two women, their arms entwined around 
each other. He couldn't believe it.  He had been sure they were going to 
come to blows, instead they were lovingly caressing and kissing each 
other.  Eve had suddenly come to life under his wife's attentions and was 
reciprocating with passionate leech-like kisses.  Her mouth was closing in 
on one of Sandra's pink little nipples, enclosing the hard little knob 
between her full ripe lips, sucking on it deliriously.  Sandra was 
emitting little moans of pleasure as she clung to the blonde, and Mike had 
to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.  Sam, too, had 
joined him, his mouth agape at the incredible sight.
     "Well, I'll be hornswoggled ..." he murmured, his eyes widening as he 
watched his mistress and the dairymaid melting together in passionate 
embrace.  He looked awkwardly at his boss, wondering what to say, but Mike 
was looking away embarrassedly, ashamed to look his employee in the eye.  
So they both turned their attention back to the girls ...
     They had slipped to the floor, golden body fused against creamy white 
one, and the two men watched in disbelief as Sandra began to slide along 
the ground, trailing kisses down the length of Eve's body, coming to rest 
on the golden triangle between her long slim legs.
     Sandra poised above the yellow thatch of pubic curls for a moment, 
and then dipped still lower, and slowly drew apart the girl's buttery 
thighs.  Her eyes gazed raptly at the enticing pink slit which appeared 
before her, crowned by a golden fleece.  She could see the thin hair-
feather outer lips throb slightly and placing a thumb and forefinger on 
each soft, tender flange, gently drew apart the fleshy folds, revealing 
the moist pink glory of her delicious young pussy.  The tiny pink tip of 
her clitoris peeped out from beneath the flaxen curls, and just below it, 
the small rosebud-like opening of her vagina glistened wetly.  Sandra had 
never seen a woman so close before.  It was all new and strange to her, 
yet she was driven by she didn't know what instinct.  She had forgotten 
her initial desire for revenge; she was enraptured by the sculptured 
wonder of the girl's soft, yielding body, and she was borne along by an 
inclination which was getting more clamorous as minutes ticked by.
     Slowly, she lowered her face towards the golden gateway, and drawing 
out her tongue, ran it along the full length of the narrow pink aperture.
     She felt the young girl draw back from the strange sensation, but she 
continued to touch the girl's tender young flesh with her tongue, 
tentatively licking and swiping with her own sensitive organ.  Her long 
slim fingers were pressing against the tender flesh of the girl's smooth 
thighs, and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's 
perfumed young cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along 
its velvety folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of her 
femininity.  She enclosed the turgid little button of her clitoris in her 
mouth, fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue, 
making Eve squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure.  Sandra's tongue 
searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Eve's pussy, 
sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine, making her 
grind the golden peak of her body down on the other woman's feverishly 
licking mouth.  She was beginning to mewl incessantly, her whole frame 
wracked with tiny spasms of pleasure.
     Mike just couldn't believe it.  The two women were twisting around on 
the floor like fish out of water, and Eve was moaning and sighing under 
his wife's oral love-making.  He could feel his own prick beginning to 
rise again, a new, piercing ache throbbing through it.  He was overcome 
with desire for his wife, and for his mistress, and experienced an acute 
agony which stemmed from the knowledge that he was excluded.  They didn't 
need him ... they were sensually aroused without him ...
     He continued to watch astonished as Eve suddenly began to swivel 
around, until her head was reaching down for Sandra's loins. Sandra, 
realizing what was happening, languidly spread her thighs, and Mike gasped 
as he saw Eve lower her pale oval face between the creamy columns of his 
wife's legs.  Eve was going to suck his wife's pussy!
     Sandra moaned into Eve's steaming crotch as she felt the first touch 
of the girl's cool tongue on her burning vaginal lips.  It felt so soft, 
so soothing and she sighed, stretching out her legs as Eve continued to 
tease her twirling little tongue along the length of her hot pussy, 
soaking up her free-flowing juices, nibbling the little bud of her rigid 
clitoris, jabbing experimentally at the clasping hole of her cunt.
     Sandra never knew that kissing and licking a woman's pussy, and being 
kissed and sucked by a woman in return, could be so exciting, and yet so 
relaxing.  Safe, somehow.  She felt instinctively that the girl wasn't 
going to do her any harm, and she, in turn, wished to give Eve pleasure, 
nice, soothing pleasure.
     Their bodies were fused together, dark hair against soft blonde pubic 
curls, blonde head against soft dark pubic curls, the gold and the white 
blending in a delicious sinewy streak of smoothly naked feminine flesh.  
They licked and sucked and slavered in each other's pussies, oblivious of 
the hard breathing, and unabashed gaping of the two men, completely 
nonplussed in their sudden, unexpected exclusion.
     The tempo of the rhythmic churning increased, and the bobbing heads 
became more frantic in their movements, and then the men saw that the two 
bodies became as taut as plumb-lines, before collapsing in a series of 
head-to-toe spasms, which culminated in muffled sighs and moans, drowned 
in the steaming softness of the two twitching cunts.
     Sandra felt her body rise and fall like a feather floating in a 
gentle breeze, as Eve's tongue whipped her into achieving a climax unlike 
any she had before.  She could feel Eve's cuntal walls contract tightly 
around her nose and mouth, almost smothering her, and tugging painfully on 
her slashing tongue, before ejecting a warm mist of softly-scented 
moisture which bathed her face and signalled the girl's simultaneous 
climax.  The mistress and wife clung tremulously to each other, their 
mutual embraces helping to still the last quivering vestiges of their 
orgasms.
     Sandra felt as if she were floating on Cloud Nine.  Everything was 
working out.  She had got her revenge on Mike, while at the same time 
discovering a new dimension in sensual excitement which she hadn't 
suspected existed.  Her latest experience had acted as a salve for her 
preceding ordeal, its gentle feminine satiation the perfect counterpart 
for the animalistic satisfaction of the other.
     But her peaceful reverie was brought abruptly to an end as she felt 
hands once more curving around her buttocks.
     "W-wha ..." was all she managed to stammer, before she found herself 
being pulled up on all fours.  The hands were kneading the soft pliant 
flesh of her bottom, caressing and pummelling it in turns.  She winced as 
she felt the unmistakable burning shaft of an engorged penis prodding at 
her, the hard, mushrooming head probing obscenely at the tender folds of 
her pussy half concealed by the flesh of her thighs.
     Casting around in the semi-darkness, she could make out Sam standing 
near her, his huge, sturdy penis held aloft in his hand like some barbaric 
weapon, his eyes glinting eerily in the half-light.  It was Mike then, who 
was positioning himself behind her!
     A weird shudder ran through her at the thought that it was her 
husband who was prodding her with his giant weapon, her husband who was 
poising the rock-hard head of his prick at the quivering entrance to her 
still tingling vagina.  He's going to take me from behind, her mind 
realized, and then...
     "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ..." she called out, unable to stop the shriek 
from sounding as she felt the first nudging of his pounding cock as it 
insinuated itself inside her hotly trembling cuntal sheath.
     "NNNnnnngggghhhhhhhh ..." she continued to moan, as it plowed 
inexorably on its way, separating the yielding membrane of her vaginal 
passage as it advanced into her depths. With a smack, she felt the 
dangling weight of his balls slap against the flattened arcs of her 
backside, and then felt the niggling tickle of the hard round head as it 
probed the sensitive zone of her womb.  Her husband's hands dug into the 
soft fleshy cheeks of her ass, and pulled them even further back, 
skewering her even more on his pistoning rod, making her knees rise up 
from the ground, burying every single inch of his weapon in his wife's 
heated interior.
     He held her there in position for a moment, flexing his prick 
slightly inside, feeling her internal muscle throb in joyful answer, 
before slipping out again, almost all the way, until just the glossy 
hardness of the bulbous head was still imbedded in her tight passage.  
Then he rammed forward once more, shaking her body violently with the 
force of his entry, making her breasts jiggle as they hung down from the 
whiteness of their moorings.
     "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... mmmmmm ... it's good ..." she began to sigh as 
he commenced to screw in and out of her with long, hard, smooth 
experienced strokes.  He was amazed at the expert, new response in his 
wife's body, and tried not to think of who had been her teacher, just 
willed himself to enjoy the incredible pleasure that she had to give.
     Sandra continued to screw her backside back on her husband's oncoming 
pole of hardened flesh, feeling the spheres of her ass flaring around the 
wiry tangle of his pubic thatch, feeling the hardness of his pelvis as she 
swung back against him.  For the first time, she was enjoying, really 
enjoying, fucking and being fucked by her husband, relishing his masculine 
body more than she had ever done.
     Through half-closed eyes, she saw Sam suddenly pounce on the still 
prostrate body of Eve, and roughly spread her legs wide.  Sandra felt a 
sympathetic wince as she noticed the girl's eyes open wide in initial 
alarm at the size of the huge male cock prodding at the quivering flesh of 
her tiny pink vaginal slit.  Sam's eyes were bulging with obscene pleasure 
as he gazed down at the supine body beneath him, not being able to believe 
that she was lying unprotesting under him.  He held his huge palpitating 
cock there between the splayed thighs for a moment, and then with a 
bestial grunt, charged forward, and sunk it right to the hilt, in one 
savage movement, in the astonished young girl's pussy.
     "UUURRRGGGHHHHhhhhhhhhh ..." she gasped from the harshness of the 
farm worker's entrance into her soft body.  He hesitated just a moment 
before withdrawing it again almost completely, and immediately he began to 
fuck in and out of her with fast, hungry strokes.  Impatiently, he grasped 
the girl's slender ankles, and forced each one back up over his shoulder, 
revealing the whole naked plane of her trembling little cunt, unprotected 
before his onslaught.
     Sandra, enjoying the easy rhythm of her husband's thrusts into her 
from behind, leaned forward, eager to soothe the troubled girl, whose face 
wore a distinct look of pain as she bore the savage rapidity of the 
workman's instrokes.  She began to kiss the agonized girl, finding her 
young lips warm and tender against hers, slipping her tongue past the 
guardian teeth, encouraging Eve's dormant tongue into a lewd ecstatic 
dance of joy, whipping up a froth of frenzy as they lashed and swirled and 
fenced with each other.  Her hands reached down and clasped a golden 
sphere in each, titillating the enticing little buds into erect little 
knobs which jutted up erectly from the crinkled brown aureoles.
     Sandra continued to kiss and caress her husband's mistress, while her 
own lover screwed brutally into her, and while she herself was being 
fucked canine-fashion by her own husband!
     Sandra was thrilled by the lewd implications of the wild four-way act 
she was involved in. This was even more incredible than she'd ever 
imagined ... she had certainly run the gamut of sexual experiences today.  
Already her mind was jumping ahead to even more exciting adventures, more 
perverse, more lurid ... more pleasurable.
     But right now, her body was afire with unbelievable flames of 
passion.  Her husband's pelvic thrusts grew more and more frantic and her 
own churning was more frenetic as her wet asscheeks slapped against her 
husband's pelvis and his hot pounding prick tore into her with the energy 
of an electric drill.  And the soft touch of Eve's lips under hers and the 
delicious feel of her breasts in her hands added a hundredfold to her 
pleasure, as all four raced each other in a wild free-for-all for the 
biggest prize of all.
     And Sandra herself won!  She was the first to cum, and her body 
twisted and jerked out of control, throwing her into the hands of an 
earth-shattering climax which shook her like a volcano, sending molten 
lava flying over her flesh, electrifying her into new, incredible spasms 
of wild, passionate pleasure.
     "OH GOD ... I'm there ..." she sobbed out, as she tossed and writhed 
like a captured snake, desperately trying to milk her husband of his life-
giving nectar for which her tortured sheath cried out.  And she succeeded.
     "Oh Christ Sandy, fuck back ... fuck back, because I'm ... I'm ... 
AAAGGGHHHHHHH ..."  And he was battering against her like a mad bull, his 
huge enraged prick ejaculating with the strength of a fire extinguisher, 
scalding her raw passage with jets of hot fluid which shot far up into her 
voraciously accepting womb.  Her thirsting passage greedily drank in all 
of the warm offering, begging for more, trying to squeeze every last drop 
from his exhausted prick.  From the back of her mind, she was aware of Eve 
and Sam cumming simultaneously, their cries hoarse and untamed as they 
slapped and pounded against each other in a mutual demand for release.
     All four collapsed together in a wanton, abandoned heap, arms and 
legs all akimbo. Sandra was utterly exhausted, feeling certain she would 
never again have the strength to make love again, but Sam and Eve and her 
husband all united and proved how wrong she was, right into the early 
hours of the morning, when finally Sandra dropped off into a satiated 
trance, her mouth curved into a Mona Lisa smile. "Mmmmm, what a day this 
has been..."



Chapter 10

     Sandra absently shuffled the application forms around the crowded 
desk, pushing aside the big leather bound Farm Accounts book. Yesterday 
had been a hectic day for her, and she was glad to be taking it easy 
today.  Five interviews she had conducted, starting early in the morning.  
Their farm was expanding so they needed another farm worker, and Sandra 
was in charge of selecting an applicant.  Not that she minded that job.  
It was all part of the new arrangement she and Mike had come to about the 
running of the farm, several months ago.  It seemed like years ago now 
since that day, which was a turning point in her life, when she and her 
husband and the two hired workers had entwined in an incredible foursome 
in the dairy.  But that day had been the start of a whole new way of life 
for her, and for Mike, too, Sandra thought, feeling a little twinge of 
jealousy as she remembered Sheila, the new redhead who had taken Eve's 
place.  Although part of the agreement they had reached was that her 
husband could have a free hand with the new student, Sandra couldn't help 
feeling a stab of envy at times.
     Still, she was well compensated for having to share her husband with 
another woman.
     Yes, she thought, stretching her long sinuous legs out under the 
desk, I've nothing to complain about!  Mike had agreed to her continuing 
her relationship with Sam, but she found that he alone couldn't satisfy 
her completely and she found herself looking further afield for satiation.  
And of course, her neighbors were only too glad to oblige.  The 
veterinarian's visit was due next week, and Sandra felt a tingle of 
appreciation tickle her groin as she recalled her last incredible bout 
with the Vet, when he had taken her in front and Sam had fucked her 
anally.  It seemed to her as if this was the way her life had always been, 
and she couldn't remember what it was like before.  Her body was the boss 
- her desire, her passion governed her completely.
     She enjoyed her husband's body more and more, too, and didn't mind 
that their relationship had evolved into one of convenient mutual sexual 
satisfaction - and nothing else.  Still, it meant she could go on savoring 
the offerings of all her neighbors and friends.
     She ran her eyes over the resumes of the applicants she had 
interviewed yesterday.  Two in particular stood out in her mind, and she 
knew that the choice lay between them.
     "Mmmm", she murmured, tapping her teeth with her pencil, "Pablo seems 
to know a lot about the job, and is certainly very handsome, but on the 
other hand, Bill looks as if he were hung like one of our breeding bulls 
..."



The End