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Sondra's Day
(An original erotic story by Pete Ferrer)

Sondra was bored. It was her birthday and she was bored to tears.
"Birthdays should never fall in the middle of the week." She thought.
Her twenty-ninth birthday and she was spending the evening sitting in
the living room watching TV with her husband sleeping in the next
room. "What a life!" she thought. She should be out dancing or
something. Sondra thought she should be all dressed up, not wearing
the five-year-old summer dress she wears for chores around the house.
At the very least, she should have gotten her hair done. She looked
pretty enough in a pony tail and actually preferred the style, but it
would have been nice to get spoiled and pampered at the salon, she
thought. She had spent the better part of this so called "Special Day"
doing all the chores expected of a modern wife and mother: the laundry
was done, her Volvo was dropped off at the shop for its much needed
brake job, the grocery shopping was done for the week, and little
Timmy was spending the night at her parents house (like she promised
her mother weeks ago). Sondra even found sometime today to spend on
the phone with her lover, but she always found time when it came to
Ty.

 Ty and she worked the same shift at the Marriot, that's where they
met about four years ago. They've been close friends ever since. That
in of itself seemed unusual. Sondra, the classic Nordic princess with
pale blue eyes, high cheekbones, and almost platinum blond hair that
shimmered and seemed to scream "ARYAN." Sondra, who growing up in
Colorado had thought of black people as almost abstract; a character
on television, a sports figure, or the occasional repairman. This same
Sondra now, and for the past three years, considered Ty to be her best
friend. 

It wasn't just that Ty was black, Ty was dark. His skin was a smooth
rich mahogany color, a Wesley Snipes color. Actually Ty favored the
famous actor a little, now that she thought about it. Only Ty's large
roman nose and the surname Materro betrayed his mixed Latin heritage. 

It was the contrast between the two of them that stood out the most.
Sondra had to learn to ignore the attention they drew when having
lunch together or holding hands at the park. The stares and whispers
never seemed to bother Ty, nothing ever really seemed bother Ty. It
still bothered her sometimes, though she tried not to let it show, but
Ty was  the greatest lover she had ever known and more importantly the
best friend she ever had. She wasn't about to let the prejudice of
others jeopardize that. 

She loved Ty. He was kind, gentle and sensitive to her feelings
without appearing weak. Sondra was of strong character and valued
strength in others. Ty was also probably the most intelligent man she
ever met. Not scholarly, though he was certainly well read, but just
plain smart.

 When she had a problem, she couldn't solve, she'd sometime go to him.
Ty would dissect the problem, get to the core and offer a solution.
More often than not it would be the perfect solution. Not that Sondra
was in any way dependent on Ty. Sondra wasn't dependent on anyone. She
had come a long way beholding to no one, but like any good manager
Sondra would use all available resources and Ty was an excellent
resource. 

Ty was a special kind of man all right, but what made Ty really unique
was his nonjudgmental nature. Sondra knew she could tell Ty anything
and his love and friendship would remain unconditional. Ty made her
feel special even if she didn't fit another's idea of what special is.


Her opinion of Ty wasn't universal. There were others at work that
found Ty somewhat intimidating. Sondra could understand that. Ty with
his six-foot muscular frame (an interesting contrast to Sondra's
petite figure), his dark piercing eyes dominating a dark and
unblemished face that, though certainly mature, showed few signs of
his thirty-three years. He carried himself with a "Don't fuck with
me!' confidence, acquired growing up in the Bronx, New York City, that
he could turn on and off at will. Ty could seem intimidating to many,
but not to her. She liked him from the first night they worked the
reception desk together, long before they both got promoted to
different departments. Sondra probably fell in love with him the first
time she saw him smile. He had a smile that made you feel everything
was right with the world. It was a smile that came from his soul. It
was Ty's smile that kept her from being paralyzed with guilt. The
guilt of cheating. She loved that smile and she loved the man.

The rumors of Ty and Sondra started almost from the beginning. Tame
rumors at first, wilder ones following as her special bond with him
became apparent, but it wasn't until eight months ago that any of the
rumors could be considered true. Eight months ago Ty and Sondra became
lovers. Eight months ago she had taken him inside of her. Eight months
ago she became his. 

Their affair had been one of legend.  It made the lovers from the
movie "9 ½ Weeks" appear like Mormons by comparison.

Ty and she had done it all. All her fantasies, all her desires, all
her passions had been fulfilled . . . Well, almost all. There was that
threesome thing. For as long as she could remember, she's fantasized
of a threesome, of a Menage a tois, of two men and her fucking the
night away. She and her husband John have joked about it for years. It
was a fun little fantasy  . . .  till Ty came along. 

With Ty things were different. With Ty, she talked so openly about her
passions, felt so secure in her sexuality under his gaze, that every
fantasy seemed to intensify. Every sexual thought she had seemed to
take on a concrete validity.

 Ty was the first person she ever told about a recurring fantasy
involving her, John and another woman. It scared her at first to be
sexually attracted to women. After all, she wasn't a lesbian. She
couldn't be. She loved men. She craved men, her wild past attested to
that fact. Still the feelings were there, she could not deny that. She
never told John about those feelings. Even though John was very
understanding, sometimes she wasn't sure if John appreciated her wild
nature anymore. Sometimes she got the feeling that John would be
happier with a wife that was a bit . . . Tamer? Anyway John already
thought Sondra was freaky enough, but Ty was different. Ty made
everything seem so natural. With Ty she would let all her fantasies
engulf her like fire. Her fantasies would burn hotter with Ty fanning
the flame. 

The threesome fantasy had taken on a life of it's own lately. It
occupied most of Ty and Sondra's phone sex. The phone sex, which had
always been great, was getting better. Ty had a talent for
description. With his words she could almost taste another woman.
Through his voice she could feel the warmth of another woman's pussy
on her face or feel the cum of two stiff dicks creaming together on
her ass and her open mouth. With Ty, she could feel all these things
without shame or guilt. Ty's voice and narrative would take her places
she would never go alone (or it would appear, go to in real life). Ty
had become her guide to her own basic instincts. 

He even wrote her a short story once. It described a sexual encounter
between her, Ty, and a beautiful black girl. He had given her the
handwritten story over a month ago. She kept it hidden from John in
her panty drawer and still masturbates every time she reads it. At
times she'd read it two or three times a day. Ty was special to her
all right. How different things might have been if they had met each
other before she met John? How different?

Sondra's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sounds of John
stirring in the bedroom. He had laid down for a nap after work. They
had planned to celebrate Sondra's birthday on Saturday with some
friends, but tonight was just another quiet evening at home, as far as
John was concerned. Sondra, startled from her daydreaming, realizes
she has been unconsciously touching herself. She couldn't believe it!
She was sitting here  on the living room couch, with her husband
sleeping in the next room, thinking of another man and rubbing her
clit. 

Sondra looks down at her flowered sundress hiked up past her thighs
and at her own fingers moist from her own very wet pussy with
embarrassed disbelief. Feeling herself starting to blush, she composes
herself quickly and pulls her hemline back down to where the designer
had intended it to be worn, just as John enters the room.

Sondra looks at John in the doorway; still groggy, wearing an old pair
of 501's, barefoot bare-chested, and tousling his wavy jet black hair.
She feels a wave of exhilaration as she thinks to herself; "He's such
a sexy man." "Hey, how's my birthday girl?"; John asks sleepily as he
makes his way to the couch to give her a kiss. John leans over her as
she's sitting on the big overstuffed leather sofa with his lips
puckered. Sondra surprises him with a hard, wet passionate kiss as she
pulls him down by the waistband of his jeans. John, momentarily losing
his balance, falls seated on the big couch next to Sondra. Sondra lets
out a giggle as she turns towards John. Hiking up her sundress again,
Sondra straddles her man. Already she could feel his big dick starting
to bulge through his jeans. Sondra can feel her own juices start to
soak through her panties.

 Despite the fire in her heart (and other organs) for Ty, she still
loved John and, after nine years of marriage, still got turned on by
him. John was after all a very handsome man. John possessed most of
the features lots of women found attractive: rugged good looks, broad
shoulders, a masculine build, and of course, one of Sondra's
preferences, a very big dick.

 John had the biggest dick she'd ever felt inside of her, before Ty.
It wasn't that Ty was bigger than John or visa versa, They just both
happen to pack some major league meat in their B.V.D.'s. It made
Sondra wonder about her sense of priorities sometimes.

 Sondra who was now straddling a seated John,  firmly presses her
crotch on his rapidly swelling bulge and lies: "I've been thinking of
you." she whispers. "Hmmmm" John replies, his eyes focusing as the
sleepiness ebbs away. 

John's hands slowly start to caress Sondra's back, shoulders and
breast through the thin fabric of the sundress. Sondra, relishing in
the attention of his hands, responds. Hooking one hand behind John's
head, she gently pulls him to her bosom. She undoes the string that
cross laces the top of the sundress. The string gives way, revealing
two very stiff and erect nipples. Nipples on breast that, despite her
twenty-nine years and the birth of her son, have remained firm and
full. 

Sondra, feeling her sexuality bubble like boiling water in a cauldron,
bites her bottom lip and lets out a short gasp as John's mouth finds a
nipple and kisses it gently. With a patient and practiced intensity,
John's tongue circles the pink areolas, causing shivers in her every
time it brushes against one of the strainingly erect nipples. She
pulls on him more forcibly now. Sondra's nipple, areola, and most of
her sensitive tit engulfed in the moist, warm cavern of John's mouth.
Sondra releases her hold of him and, sandwiching her breast between
her palms, feeds both tits into John's eager and waiting mouth.

 John's hands continue to work magic as they move down under her
panties and past her tan-line to her firm, round and shapely ass.
Sondra can feel the strength of his arms as he palms the fleshy mounds
of her ass in each hand and guides her hips back and forth. She can
feel the strength as her clit rubs and presses against the swollen
shaft of his cock through the thick material of the 501's. Sondra
feels the familiar rush of abandon overtake her as she anticipates
getting fucked and getting fucked hard. 

John is talking to her, but Sondra's too hot to hear him now. "Damn!"
she thinks " I'm on fire! I want this dick." With one hand Sondra
reaches down and strokes John's throbbing prick through the crotch of
his jeans. "DAMN!" she thinks again "I'M TAKING THIS DICK!'. Sondra,
feverish with passion, starts to undo Johns pants. John says something
again. Sondra's fingers frantically fumble with the button fly of
John's jeans.

 "Someone's knocking." she finally hears John say. "What?" she says,
not sure she'd heard him correctly." Sweetheart, someone's at the
door." John answers. Feeling as if she just awoke from a great dream,
she stares blankly at John. " The front door, Baby. Someone is
knocking on the front door . . . Heelllooo!" John says, his amusement
at her disorientation apparent. 

Sondra sighs, her shoulders dropping as if deflated, her face
scrunched in a little girls pout. She listens for a second till she
hears the knock. "Perfect Timing!" she says in a sing-song voice
oozing with sarcasm. "Alright, I'll get it, but don't you move ,
Lover. "Oh, that's one thing you don't have to worry about." John
replies a little too smugly, Sondra thinks, as his hands instinctively
reaches for the television remote control. Sondra lets out a long
breath to catch her composure and stands up. She pushes her breasts
back into the sundress and adjusts the cross lace as best she can. She
gives her hair a quick finger brushing and heads for the door. 

As Sondra approaches the door, she hears the knocking again. To her
surprise it startles her just a little bit. "I'm coming!" she says,
smiling at the irony of that statement, as she straightens out her
sundress one last time. "Who is it?" Silence greets her from the other
side of the door. She repeats: "Who is it?" this time a tinge of
annoyance finds its way into her voice. A familiar and unmistakable
voice finally replies: "IT'S TY!"

Sondra"s heart sinks down into the pit of her stomach. She turns
around and looks back at John with a quizzical expression, she hopes
is hiding the sudden panic she feels. "Open the door" John says, over
enunciating each word to lovingly mock her apparent indecision. John's
playfulness makes her wonder; what it is she is so worried about?
After all Ty and her were co-workers and friends. John knew that much.
As a matter of fact John knew Ty. 

The three of them had been to all the usual gatherings together:
company picnics, Christmas parties, . . etc. Hell, Ty Materro had even
been to the house for a barbeque or two. There was even that time when
John and Timmy went to a Marlins game with Ty and his son Josh. Ty and
John weren't exactly friends, but they were friendly. 

For all she knew Ty was here to drop off some paperwork from the job
or most probably to wish her a happy birthday. " That's it! Sondra
thinks to herself. "It's my birthday! He's here to drop off a card or
something. No big deal." Sondra takes a deep breath and opens the
door, ignoring the voice in her head asking "Why didn't he call?"

There he was standing in the doorway. His muscular build obvious in
one of those tight black tee shirts she loves on him and a stylish
pair of loose fitting jeans. There he was his dark black skin smooth
and seamless, his body language oozing with confidence and self
assurance. There he was in the doorway of her house, . . of John's
house. 

"Can I come in?" he asked, removing his wayfarers and flashing that
smile that melts her every time. "Sure." she replies, hoping to sound
as nonchalant as possible. 

Ty enters, his graceful swagger telling Sondra Ty is in an especially
good mood. "What's up, John?" Ty asks, nodding in the direction of
Sondra's husband. "Same old, same old." John answers lazily, his
interest suddenly focused on Robert Stack and some unsolved mystery.
"Surprised to see me?" Ty asks, his attention back on Sondra. "Well .
.. .yeah." she replies hesitantly.

 Sondra moves slightly, positioning herself so her back is to the
couch, to Robert Stack, but more importantly to John. She whispers to
Ty: "What are you doing here?" more a mouthing of the words than an
actual whisper. Ty answers her in an exaggerated and surprisingly loud
whisper: "It's OK, relax."

 With that, Ty quickly and with inherent grace steps closer to her.
Placing one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, he
pulls her close.. Sondra feels a sudden rush. It's all she can do not
to melt in his arms. She recovers instantly and tries to pull away,
but Ty's powerful arms hold her fast. She turns, wide eye and with
uncertainty, to look at John sitting on the couch. John is watching
them, but he's smiling. It doesn't make any sense to her. John looks
at her and, in the same exaggerated and loud whisper that Ty used,
says: "It's OK, relax.".


 At this point Ty turns Sondra's head toward himself and kisses her
hard, hot and passionately. For a moment she's lost, but manages to
tear her lips away. She looks back at John as Ty starts to kiss her
neck. Ty's hands now caress her, her body, her breast, her ass, her
pussy. Ty's hands pour over her like caramel on an apple at the Youth
Fair.

 Sondra watches John the whole time expecting an outburst, a yell,
something, but John's gaze is not one of anger. Unless she is very,
very wrong, John is . . . is . . . No! She's not wrong. She's seen
that look a enough times to be certain. Her husband John is turned on!
It's then that she notices that John is steadily rubbing his crotch.
It's then that she notices that John's dick is hard, very hard. 

Ty continues his passionate barrage on her body. His hands, exploring
and re-exploring the landscape of her figure. His mouth busily working
across her neck, chest, and shoulders. Unconsciously her body moves
rhythmically in sync with his touches. He gently bites her nipples
through the fabric of the sundress. She moans softly: "Ooooh."

 Sondra looks at John; his pants now unbuttoned, his cock stretching
the cotton of his colored briefs, his hand underneath his waistband
slowly stroking his massive member.

 Ty's hands move to her breast. He cups them though the sundress and
then firmly grasps the dresses neckline with both hands. RRRRRRIP! The
fabric gives way. Her breast feel the coolness of the room.
RRRRRRRRIP! Ty continues to tear the front of her dress. Her breast ,
stomach, legs, all exposed to the room, to Robert Stack, and to the
gaze of these two men. Ty pushes what's left of the dress over her
shoulders as if removing a sports coat. The dress silently falls to
the carpet.

 She stands there naked, vulnerable. Her body quivering with
apprehension, uncertainty, but most of all anticipation.

 Ty quickly pulls her panties down in one smooth motion. She lifts her
feet one at a time to allow him to remove them completely. He tosses
them across the room. 

She looks again at John who's jeans and underwear are now pulled down
to his thighs. John's hand stroking his cock now in full view. His
eyes hungrily surveying her nakedness.

 Ty, having removed and discarded his tee shirt, gently grabs her
behind the neck and pulls her face to his now naked chest.
tentatively, she kisses, she licks. Her mouth leaving a glistening
trail of saliva across his black torso. Ty guides her head downward.
She surrenders to Ty's will and allows herself to be led. Ty guides
her gently down. Her tongue lapping at his smooth black skin as it
passes down across his chiseled chest and his muscled stomach and
lower. She kneels before him. Her face inches from the imprint of Ty's
rippled cock on his jeans. Ty undoes the top button of his pants and
ceremoniously pulls the zipper down. Sondra's eyes widen with
anticipation. He pushes down on either side of his waistband. His
pants edge down past his hips, past his thighs, and over his muscled
buttocks, revealing his large, dark, throbbing cock to Sondra's
fixated stare. Sondra's head instinctively inches closer to the dark
head of Ty's rigid love muscle. The slight aroma of musk intoxicates
her as it reaches and invades her nostrils. Sondra, with lips parted,
extends a snakelike tongue to meet the moist head Ty's dick.

 She glances at John now completely naked. The head of his cock pink,
tight, and smooth, almost reflecting the light from the television and
the table lamp beside him. Sondra is momentarily mesmerized by the
fluid motion of John's hand as it strokes slowly, up then down, up
then down, up then down, the entire length of John's solid nine
inches. "He want's me to do it! He wants to watch me do it!" Sondra
thinks to herself, unexpectedly thrilled by the idea of swallowing
this black dick for John's hungry eyes. 

Grasping the shaft of Ty's dick in one hand, Sondra circles the head
of his cock with her tongue. Sondra's tongue teasing, swirling,
lapping as her mouth starts to take first the head and then more of
this dick into her mouth. She lays her tongue flat. Ty's cock now
filling and stretching the sides of her mouth. Sondra tongue massages
the sensitive underside of his dick as it inches deeper and deeper and
deeper still past her lips. Ty's hips begin to gyrate slightly as
Sondra's head begins to bob back and forth. Sondra, placing her hands
on Ty's ass, relaxes her throat, opens her mouth wide and pulls him
closer to her and deeper into her mouth. She hears Ty groan as the
head of his dick passes into her throat. Ty's ample cock all but
disappears into her tanned face as she angles her head from side to
side, making room for this thick slab of black meat. Ty's body
tightens as Sondra's mouth takes in more and more of him. With both
hands, he holds her head and thrust his hips forward. Sondra fights
off a gagging reflex as her lips nearly touch his curly pubic hair.
Sondra's head pulls back, slowly revealing Ty's throbbing cock, wet
and glistening with her saliva. She catches a glimpse of John from the
corner of her eye. John, his legs extended, his muscles tense,
unashamedly and with voracity, strokes himself. The sight of John
sends quivers through Sondra's labia.

 She grabs Ty's buttocks again with both hands and furiously bobs her
head back and forth. Ty's cock passing effortlessly now beyond her
lips to the far regions of her throat cavity. Ty continues to pump his
hips forward. Sondra, her hands firmly on Ty's ass, opens her mouth
wide and allows the fucking of her mouth, her face, her head. She
moans as electricity shoots through out her body. "Yeah Baby!" Ty's
voice punctuating his thrust. "Yeah Baby!" his acknowledge of pleasure
exciting her even more. 

Sondra, her passion rising rapidly, feels a pair of arms lift her up,
sweeping her up. It's John's arms. Sondra's lips caress Ty's dick on
exit as her mouth is pulled away with the rest of her. Carrying her
like a newlywed across the threshold, John takes her to the bedroom.

 They cross the into the bedroom. " Why didn't he make the bed?" the
thought strangely creeping into Sondra's head. She discards it quickly
as John lays her down on the bed, her back flat against the unmade
sheets. Kneeling on top of the bed, John positions himself near the
side of her face. His cock hovers and bobs above her parted lips.

 Turning her head towards him, Sondra cups his scrotum in one hand and
angles his dick down with the other. Sondra takes John in her mouth.

 John looks down at her and with one hand he undoes her pony tail.
John gently pulls off the terry cloth band that held her shimmering
hair at bay and lets it fall. The sudden looseness of Sondra's hair
enhances her feelings of freedom. In her minds eye, she sees the last
of her inhibitions fall to the floor with the terry cloth band.

 Sondra attacks John's dick with a gluttonous intensity that surprises
even her. Her head, mouth and hands work together in an energetic
symphony of fondling, licking, and sucking. She listens to his moans
and feels his fingers through her hair. She uses these to gauge his
pleasure, to gauge her delivery of that pleasure. John's free hand
caresses her breast, adding to the already incredible bliss of the
moment. 

Sondra and John both feel the closeness, the in syncness that comes
from loving and making love to each other for all these many years.
Sondra loses all sense of place and time. Her universe consisting now
of her man and her man's dick.

 It's with that dreamlike detachment that Sondra starts to realize her
legs seem to be levitating off the bed. Her knees rising, up first and
then back toward her. "It's Ty!" she realizes through the amorous fog.
Ty, at the foot of the bed, his hands behind her knees, pushes her
bent legs up and back toward her torso. Sondra's hips and ass roll up
and point themselves toward the slowly rotating ceiling fan, exposing
her glistening hole to Ty's hungry stare.

 Her legs wide, her knees nearly touching her breast, Sondra feels
Ty's hands part the firm mounds of her backside. Ty's tongue, thick
and wet, runs the path up the crevice of her ass. From her tail bone,
to the tender tissue of her pink anus, across the sensitive bridge of
flesh, to her wet and pulsating pussy, and finally up to her cravingly
erect clit. Ty's tongue paints across the canvas of her genitalia with
skill and patience as he leaves a trail of warmth and saliva across
Sondra's most erogenous zones. Sondra moans and murmurs with approval,
her mouth still filled with John's engorged beast of a dick, as Ty's
tongue proceeds to invade and conquer her most private of private
parts.

 Ty lightens his touch and starts to use the tip of his tongue to
etch, outline, and taste all of Sondra's wet and wanting pussy. Every
flap, every fold, every inch of Sondra's cunt seems to cry out in
ecstasy as the fluid dance of Ty's tongue continues. The lustful
ballet of licking and probing sends tremors throughout Sondra's body.
Tremors that seem to shake her very core. Her pale blue eyes close as
she moans softly in response to Ty's gentle touch. Sondra's free hand
finds it way behind Ty's head and, pulling as she raises and spreads
her legs even more, buries his face firmly between her legs.

 The mixture of sensations assault her, capture her, release her from
her body and bring her back again. Her mind and body reel in the
smorgasbord of taste and texture. The hardness of John's cock in her
mouth, the soft playfulness of Ty's rapidly flicking tongue on her
clit. "Oh yes! She thinks. Sondra feels the steady throbbing of the
fat cock within her throat. She feels how it competes and combines and
intensifies against the wanton unpredictability of the long and
talented tongue darting, licking, and plunging deep into her plumb,
wet pussy. "OH YES! OOH YES!" Her senses heighten as she wallows in
the soothingness of John's fingers running through her hair and the
comfort of his hand on her breast. "OH YES! OH GOD YES!" Her body
tenses in chorus with the deep quivers of her pussy and anus as they
wrap themselves around Ty's thick and probing fingers.

 Sondra continues to moan, soft and low, as her muscles begin to
contract involuntarily. Her body arches and then gives way. Sondra is
cumming. She feels her body ride a flowing wave of tension and
release. Every muscle, every nerve ending, all of her shudders and
tingles in the force of her climax. A momentary feeling of complete
drain envelopes her as the climax subsides and slowly ebbs away. The
feeling of fatigue dissipates instantly as she feels her own lust
starts to rise anew.

 "It's time." she thinks. "Now it's time." Sondra, gently kissing the
head of John's cock, meets his incredible amber eyes. She says in a
voice that is both surrender and demand: "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me now."

For the moment time seems to stand still. Sondra's words hang in space
like the scented air in a "Victoria's Secrets" shop. John is the first
to move. Making his way to the side of the bed, John dismounts and
stands beside it. He extends a hand to a laying Sondra. Taking his
hand in hers, Sondra allows him to guide her toward him as Ty stands
also and moves silently away. 

John and Sondra, both by the side of the bed, look deeply in each
others eyes and embrace. John's swollen cock rubs against her pubic
bone and clit as her body slowly gyrates within his arms. The feel of
him, the scent of him, the presence that is him, makes her feel
something deeper than mere lust, deeper than just passion. Sondra
feels John's love. Not the love of poets and songwriters, no, a much
deeper love. Sondra feels the love of time, of their time together.

 John gently begins to push her down toward the bed, but Sondra
resists, wanting to prolong this moment of tenderness just a little
longer. She kisses John as she gently guides him around her, their
embrace intact like two figure skaters twirling in each others arms.
Sondra looks in John's eyes and says:"It's OK, now you relax."

 With John's back now to the bed, Sondra pushes him down tenderly.
John, offering no resistance, first sits on the edge of the bed and
then lays back under Sondra's gentle force. John lays with his back on
the unmade sheets, his legs hanging off the side, his still hard dick
standing straight up and pointing toward the ceiling. Sondra pauses
for a moment, drinking in the sight of her man. 

With the feline grace of a jungle cat, Sondra, slowly and with
deliberate titillation, climbs onto the bed and mounts her husband.
Her knees on either side of John's hips, Sondra uses her hand to guide
his long member into her tender moist opening, A short gasp escapes
her as the bulbous head of John's cock begins to enter her slowly.
Sondra gingerly begins to move her hips downward. She feels the
familiar sensation of his fat cock as it passes her dripping wet labia
and begins to fill her insides. The powerful dick slowly inches into
her. Sondra thinks about how good John feels inside her, about how
good he always feels inside her. Sondra's shapely, tanned-lined ass
begins to slowly to dance up and down on the big dick. The friction in
Sondra's pussy builds as John's cock is swallowed into her on every
down stroke. John moans as Sondra rides his prick like the actress
Debra Winger rode that mechanical bull in the "Urban Cowboy" movie.
The look on John's face betrays his entrancement and confirms the
sweetness of Sondra's tight pussy.

 John's hands grab and squeeze Sondra's firm ass cheeks tightly. "God
how I love his hands on my ass!" Sondra thinks as she hears John's
breath quicken. Sondra starts pushing her ass down harder on John's
cock as she listens to his moans become more and more grunt like. "I
got you now, Baby." She says, increasing her force on every
downstroke. "You like this pussy, baby?" Sondra asking what she
already and has always known. "This is your pussy, Baby! Tell me how
much you like your pussy, Johnny. . . Tell me!!!" Breathlessly, John
responds in a guttural rasp, his body beginning to succumb to the
primal sensations within: "Oh Baby!. .  It's so good!. .  Give it to
me! . . Give me that pussy!" John's words elevate Sondra like applause
to an entertainer. Sondra increases the length of her movements, being
careful not to change the deliberately slow and fluid pace.
Perspiration now forming on both of them, Sondra raises a hand to her
face and pushes her golden colored locks back behind her ear, It's
then she sees Ty. 

Standing a few feet a way, he's watching her, watching her ride her
husband, watching her fuck. Sondra again increases the force of her
strokes, her ass moving as if on ball bearings. She watches Ty who
slowly strokes his long, black dick. She continues her slow sensual
gyrations, conscious of the effect her performance on the dick inside
her cunt and the dick before her eyes. 

She knows in her heart Ty has stayed back to allow her and John this
moment. Sondra leans forward, her face close to John's ears, and
softly says: "I love you." "I know." John replies "and I think we both
love you." Sondra lifts her head, brushes the hair away from her face,
and looks at a naked, muscled Ty. Her eyes motion for him. Ty
approaches the two lovers slowly. He places his hand underneath
Sondra's hair, behind her slender neck. He glides his hand down the
length of her back  slowly, pushing slightly as Sondra leans forward
toward John. Ty's hand comes to rest on Sondra's slowly gyrating ass
as she continues to ride John's big prick. A shudder runs through
Sondra's body as Ty's hand finds its way between her firm buttocks and
his fingers to her tight pink, (and until now) neglected asshole. 

Ty using the pad of his finger, begins to massage Sondra's "other"
hole in small concentric circles. Sondra moans as his finger , wet
from her excess juices, spirals into her anticipating anus. Ty
continues to work his finger into her slowly, as Sondra's pussy  rises
and falls on John's concrete like cock. "Do you want it, babe?" John
asks, his voice soft and low. "Yes!" Sondra murmurs. 
"Tell me you want it! Tell us!"
"YES!"
"Tell me, Baby!"
"YES! OH YES! I want both of you! Fuck me! I want to feel you both in
me! Fuck me! Fuck me!!
Sondra hears the drawer of the nightstand open. Looking back, she sees
a bottle of flavored lubricant, the kind sold in sex shops all over.
Ty holds the bottle in one hand as he smears the jelly like substance
between her ass cheeks and on his throbbing cock with the other. The
jelly feels cool between her ass as Ty smacks it on liberally. Sondra
leans forward again. this time as far as she can. Her breast press
against John's chest as she feels Ty begin to massage the sensitive
opening of her asshole with the blunt swollen head of his long dick.
Sondra pants as the head penetrates slowly, Ty's cock parting and
stretching her tight and twitching anus. Sondra can feel her asshole
conform to and engulf the big dick into itself. "AAAAAAAAH!" Sondra
moans as the penetration continues slowly, deeper and deeper. Ty's
cock enters her completely and begins to steadily drive itself back
and forth. Sondra, her ass rapidly growing accustomed to the black
intruder, begins to arch and un-arch her back, her ass and pussy now
rocking between the two stiff dicks. The feeling is overwhelming to
her. The two large cocks in harmony within her. One in, one out, the
other in, the other out.

 John starts to thrust his pelvis upward. His cock now driving into
her pussy with renewed force. Ty grabs her hips. He slams his dick to
the ends of her insides. A gasp escapes Sondra as Ty rams his huge
cock completely into her tight asshole again and again. Sondra feels
the force of both her men, of these men she loves, of these two men
that love her. "Ooooooh!" She murmurs. The two cocks churn in her like
mechanical pistons. "OOH MY GOD!" Sondra exclaims loudly as her hands
grip John's shoulders tightly.

 "Ooh fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!" Sondra's voice builds as the men
fuck harder and harder still. "I'M GONNA CUM! OH SHIT! I'M GONNA CUM!!
Sondra now yelling. The men pumping her with primal intensity. She
grips John's shoulders tighter. Her entire body quakes with each
thrust of the two hard dicks. Sondra's body contracts with a force she
never dreamed possible. "OOOOOH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMIIING!!!
Sondra's body explodes in an almost blinding convulsion. She feels
herself swoon then build and explode again. Sondra almost loses
consciousness as waves of rapture plow over her, around her and
through all that is her. "OOOOH SHIT!" Sondra screams. She shuts her
eyes tightly and rides the roller coaster of her own body. Sondra
continues to cum and cum again and then again. Her body seemingly
imploding on to itself over and over again. Sondra shivers and shakes
as the last wave of her incredible orgasm subsides and finally
dissipates. 

She hears Ty's voice echo in her ears; "I'm close, Baby. I'm fixin to
cum!" Ty's voice sounding far and distant through the thick veil of
sensations within Sondra's body. Sondra, her body still shuddering As
the last trickles of orgasmic euphoria ebb away from her body, feels
her body start to regain control of itself. Her adrenalin still high,
she scoots backward with surprising quickness. Dismounting John and
the bed and dislodging Ty' cock from her ass. She stands flatfooted on
the carpeted floor.

 Sondra bends at the waist and leans her face over John's ready to
burst cock. "Put it back in!" She orders Ty. "Hurry! Put it in!!" the
urgency in her voice clear and undeniable. Ty quickly complies, his
large black dick entering easily now into her yearning asshole. Ty
begins to pump her ass with ferocity as she feverishly works on John
with her hands and mouth. Sondra furiously strokes John's cock, his
muscles beginning to tense. "Cum for me." Sondra pleads. In one smooth
motion, her mouth devours his dick whole. She hears Ty's groan and
feels his grip on her hips tighten. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Ty yells. 

Sondra again takes John's cock deep in her throat. John's body begins
to arch. "Cum for me! Cum for your Baby!" Sondra continues to stroke
his dick desperately, her open mouth hovering around the engorged head
in anticipation. Ty continues his assault on her ass, pumping as if
possessed by the spirit of some jungle beast. The slapping of his
thighs against her ass resonates around the room. "OH YEAH! I'M GONNA
CUM!!" John yells this time, his entire body tensing and arching. Ty
groans loudly as he pulls his monster from her ass. "AAAAAAAAAGH!" Ty
screams. His cock twitches, throbs and explodes. Ty's body cramps and
trembles as hot cum spews from his cock in large globs. The feeling of
fullness in Sondra's ass is suddenly replaced by the warmth of Ty's
love cream oozing on her lower back. Simultaneously, Sondra hears John
yell, his voice strained and breathless: "HERE IT COMES!!" She sees
his face contort and feels his body tighten. John's cock erupts in her
hand in a voluminous shower of hot jism. Sondra's mouth pounces on
John's mammoth dick, sucking, pulling, milking out all he has to give.
Sondra feels all the tensity subside from John's body as the warm,
milky man juice coats her face, lips, throat, and beyond. 

John, with a long sigh blowing past his lips, lets his body fall and
go limp like an old discarded rag doll. Sondra continues to rub his
rapidly shrinking penis across her lips and chin. 

Sondra, John, and Ty remain motinless now. All three lovers still and
quiet, for what seems an eternity, lingering in the aftermath of the
most remarkable sexual experience of their lives. The sound of their
combined breathing the only disturbance to the suddenly deftly silent
room. Each of the lovers remains deep in their own thoughts, yet
somehow connected each to the other. Each one dealing with the obvious
awe of the moment in their own way. 

Sondra is the first to stir. Tranquility drapes the room as she softly
crawls onto the bed beside, a spent and exhausted, John. Sondra
gingerly lays her head across his chest. John places a comforting arm
around her as she snuggles closer.

 Her head restfully across her husbands body, Sondra looks across the
room to see a tired naked Ty sitting on the carpeted floor, his back
resting against the closet door. Ty meets her stare with a tired
boyish smile and winks at her. Sondra smiles back, love and
contentment shinning through her pale blue eyes, that are suddenly
very, very tired. Sondra lets her eyes close as she wonders to
herself: "Could it all be a dream?". The thought lingers as Sondra
drifts off to a very deep and welcomed sleep.

Ty was just about dressed when Sondra awoke. The clock radio brightly
displayed 1:39a.m. from its place on the nightstand. Sondra, careful
not to wake a lightly snoring John, eases herself out of bed. She
darts into the bedroom quickly and emerges wearing a white satin robe
undone in the front, the sash lost long ago. 

"How's the birthday girl?" Ty whispers. "Woman!" Sondra whispers back,
participating in their running gag about Ty's lapses into chauvinism.
"My bad." Ty replies, smiling at the little things they share
together. Ty kneels down to tie his shoelace. Sondra approaches and
sits cross legged on the floor in front him as he does.

 "How ever did you pull this off?" Sondra asks quietly. A huge grin
appears on Ty's face as he shakes his head. "What's so funny" Sondra
ask, Her brow furrowed in a look of confusion. "You got the wrong guy,
Doll. That's the man you wanna talk to." Ty says, pointing at a still
sleeping John. "What?" Sondra ask a bit too loudly. "Shhhhhh."Ty makes
makes the sound through puckered lips, one finger held across them.
Sondra instinctively cups her hand to her mouth and glances back at
John. His figure remains still, his light snoring steady and unbroken.
Sondra turns her eyes again toward Ty, grateful her unexpected
outburst didn't wake her husband from such a peaceful sleep. Ty stands
up and whispers:"Come on."he  motions towards the living room with his
hand and Sondra stands and leads the way. 

Once safely out of earshot, they sit on the couch and Ty proceeds to
talk. Ty tells her of how John had called him about a week ago and
asked to meet with him. Ty relayed that, dispite some serious
reservation, he agreed. 

John and Ty met for lunch the following day. Over chicken wings and
Corona, John confessed that he had known about Ty and Sondra's affair
for over a month. Sondra eyes widen at this information. "How?" Sondra
ask, suddenly feeling like her whole life just suddenly crashed. Ty
said he didn't ask. That he thought it was more prudent just listen
till he knew where John was going. Ty continues to tell the story: "He
never told me how he knew, but he did say he went through the whole
catalog of emotions when he found out. Denial turning into depression.
Depression turning into anger. Anger turning back into depression.
Basically John said he felt like shit."

 Sondra looks down toward the floor ashamed at the pain she's caused
someone she loves so much. 

Ty continues: "Well, John tells me he goes through all this emotinal
stuff and then something changed. John described it as a sort of
revelation. He told me a question just popped into his head while he
was trying to decide what the hell he was going to do. He told me that
no matter what he did the question would not go away. It kept playing
in his head like a broken record."

 Ty interupts his story, smacks his lips dryly and ask: "Got anything
to drink?" Sondra's mouth drops open, amazed at his casualness. "Yeah,
in the fridge. Help yourself." Sondra finally says as Ty already heads
for the kitchin. Ty retuns to the couch with a glass of Kool-Aid from
the pitcher she made that afternoon.

 "Okay, where was I?" "The Question." Sondra answers him. "Oh yeah.
The question" Ty continues: Well, John looks me straight in the eye
and he asks me: "If you change the thing you love into something else,
will you still be able to love it as much?" John told me that it was
that simple question that put it all in perspective for him. He told
me that all at once he realized that you mean everything to him just
the way you are."

 Tears start to well in Sondra's eyes as Ty continues: "John told me
he knows, in his heart, that your lust or even your love for another
doesnt affect your love of him. It wasn't too far of a leap in logic
after that to decide it shoudn't change his love for you either."


 Ty stops and looks at his wristwatch: "Shit Babe! I got to go!" "But?
Sondra starts to say as Ty gulps the last of the Kool-Aid, stands and
heads for the door. 

"Wait! What about what we did tonight?" Sondra asking as she follows
after Ty. "Tonight. Tonight was John's idea. He said he needed someway
to prove he loved you more than he needed to posses you. As far as my
part is concerned, I just agreed and showed up on time.
" Prove? Prove to who?" Sondra asks.
 "To you doll, and I think a little to himself too"
"So he did this all for me?" Sondra asks, wiping her eyes and knowing
the answer in her heart.
"Looks that way. Even though, he didn't seem to be suffering the
sacrifies all that much. Know what I mean?" Ty says, grinning like a
Cheshire cat. 

Dispite the tears in Sondra's eyes she can feel a giggle churn inside
of her at Ty's sense of humor. "Go on. Get out of here. Go on home."
Sondra hugs Ty tightly and pats him on the behind as he turns to
leave. 

Ty opens the door. Turning back toward Sondra, he says: "You got a
special guy there." "I know, very special." Sondra replies, a warm
feeling eminating from inside her. Ty nods his head, then turns to the
door and leaves. 

Sondra locks the door behind him. She stands there for a moment
contemplating the last few hours. She thinks of the night, of Ty, of
herself, but most of all of John. She's lied to him. She'll never do
that to him again. She Knows that in her heart, but can she make it up
to him? She thinks. "I'm sure as hell gonna try!" Sondra says to
herself outloud. 

With that Sondra turns away from the door and bounces toward the
bedroom. Sondra feels happy. John truly loves her and she's very, very
glad. "Honey, wake up!" Sondra says as she enters the bedroom. John
groggily rubs his eyes and,props himself up on his elbows and looks at
his wife. 

Sondra sits on the bed. She reaches out with one hand and brushes the
cowlick from John's forehead. Sondra looks deeply into the eyes of the
father of her child, her husband of nine years, and the man she just
fell in love with again and says softly: "Lets talk."

The End