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.