Article 1645 of alt.sex.stories.hetero: From: an263982@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 28 May 1995 01:11:21 UTC Subject: The Sweater The Sweater My wife and I have a great sex life. How couldn't we? She is a beautiful thin blonde with eyes that change from green to blue depending on what she is wearing, and sparkle when she is wearing nothing. That is if you notice her eyes at a time like that. She is tall and thin with a willowy figure and sensitive perfectly shaped breasts that demand your attention. Just a bit more than a handful and much more than a mouthful. Her nipples stand erect whenever, and for as long as, she is excited, so there is no hiding the fact. As I said our sex life was great. Still, for some obscure reason the thought of another man slowly undressing V to reveal her sensitive pink nipples, flat stomach, trim thatch of hair and long legs excites me. We had talked about extramarital liaisons but so far it had remained just that, talk and fantasies. That is until she bought the sweater. When she was at a conference last year she bought a loose fitting and loosely knit cotton sweater. It hangs down below her tight bum and nicely outlines the shape of her lithe body underneath. The knots are loose enough that you can see the colour change between her breasts to her areoles and if her nipples are erect (as we discussed previously they often are) they can be seen peeking out the holes in the weave. At least so she tells me as she's never modeled it for me. Slowly, and with some teasing information gleaned in under the sheet tussles, I've figured out why. Apparently, while at the conference, one of the other delegates came by her room to pick her up. He arrived unexpectedly so all she was wearing was the sweater. Not immediately realizing what effect her appearance would have on any normal man, she invited him in. I would have loved to have seen his face as he hungrily surveyed her form. She tells me she was naive and only figured out there was a problem when he brushed her breast, ostensibly to comment on the fabric of the sweater. He was tall and strong with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. His English was good enough to follow business at the conference (he was from Sweden) but failed him then. Apparently the bulge forming in his pants spoke loud enough. She admits he brushed her breast, not specifying whether it was through the sweater or under it, left breast or right. Did he notice the three tiny beauty spots around her right nipple? I know how sensitive her nipples are. If he touched them she would have gasped and melted into his arms while his hands explored their way down her back until they were cupping her bare buttocks and pulling her towards him. As they embraced he slid his hands back up her body, only this time under the sweater. This pinned her arms over her head covering her face while he kissed her now naked and trembling form. Did he discover how sensitive her stomach is just under her belly button but above her pubic hair? The breasts that had been taunting him were now heaving under his hot breath and when he took her nipple roughly in his teeth she cried out with her first orgasm. He carried her naked and now limp form over to the bed. He ripped the sweater off her arms and face and she has never put it back on. He straddled her on the bed holding her arms above her head as he bent down and kissed her breast, gently this time. She tried to arch her back up but couldn't move him off her and just accomplished pushing her chest harder against his face. His long hair cascaded down over her neck and shoulders and tickled her breasts as he licked his way down her stomach. She tried to squeeze her legs shut but he held them open and spread them wider. When she could feel his breath on her pubic hair she tried to pull his head up by pulling on his hair. This only hurt him a little but he bit her inner thigh until she let go. She told me later that she had bumped into a table when I'd asked about the bruise. He kissed the bruise until she stopped crying and then opened her lips with one hand while he slid his tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of her dripping cunt. She gasped and grabbed his head again only now she was pushing it, harder and deeper into her groin. She came again. He sat up straddling her again. As he was taking off his shirt he told her to undo his pants. When she refused he calmly did it himself but told her that she probably should have listened to him. She noticed that instead of just undoing his belt, he took it out of his pants and laid it down beside her on the bed. Then he stood up and took off his pants. She momentarily forgot about the belt when his 8" uncircumcised cock sprang into view. It was thicker than her wrist with a head on it the size of her fist. She didn't get long to look before he picked her up and placed her face down on the bed with her ass in the air. With a rush of fear she realized what the belt was for just as she heard the whistling sound and felt the burning sting as it cracked against her soft skin. She can't remember how many times he spanked her in between sobs. The pain was so excruciating that she can't remember being turned over. He comforted her by holding her naked body against his all while rubbing the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Despite his size , she was so wet and excited that he slipped in easily. She wrapped her legs around him after he had worked it all the way in and buried her head in his shoulder as he fucked her slowly. She came again just after he did.