The Stag & Vixen Lifestyle: From Discovery to Commitment Pt 1

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Sandy and I decided to take our time and put a plan together before approaching a potential candidate. We knew that we would have to find the right guy. For us, that meant he needed to be trustworthy, attractive, clean, and, most importantly, someone who would be into this and respectful of any boundaries. As the idea was still so new to us, we were curious if there were guys who would be a good fit or how we would find such a person. After several days of researching the Stag & Vixen lifestyle and scouring online message boards and forums, we finally found the perfect spot.

We found a website and online community where swingers, stag parties, and people in the fetish community gather to socialize. While the website had been around for years, the owners had recently invested in building an area where members could chat, post pictures, and ask questions. Sandy and I signed up, and after a few days of lurking, we created a post asking for advice. We were surprised at how many people responded.

"Oh my god, honey. Look at this. There's an answer already!" Sandy exclaimed as she sat at the kitchen table and typed into her laptop.

"Is it positive?"

"Yeah, very positive. Let me read it."

Sandy scrolled down her screen and began reading.

"Dear Sandy and Jack, I'm replying because I am the husband of a beautiful woman, just like your wife. We enjoy having fun, and sometimes, that includes inviting others to join us. We started out with wife-sharing but now are full-fledged swingers. If you're interested, we'd love to chat and offer guidance on how to proceed with your explorations to bring your fantasies to reality. Best wishes, Dan."

"Wow, that's nice," I replied, walking over to the table.

"Isn't that crazy, honey? People like us, living normal lives, have the same desires and fantasies as we do."

"What should we reply with? Maybe just our email address or something?"

"It seems like an email would be best," Sandy typed a response. "There, I sent it. Now we wait."

"You look happy."

"I am happy. We're about to embark on a crazy adventure. It's nice to feel comfortable talking about our fantasies and exploring them with one another."

"Well, let's see if they respond."

Dan and his wife, Susan, wrote back quickly, and we began an email exchange with them. They were in their late thirties and had been married for ten years. They were originally from Ohio but had moved to the East Coast about a year ago, settling in Boston. The move was due to a change in Dan's career. Their story was remarkably similar to ours, as their relationship seemed strong, and they wanted to find new and exciting inspiration in the bedroom. In fact, Susan was the instigator, and she convinced Dan to explore their sexuality by trying different things. At first, they just tried a threesome with another woman. After some research, they learned about the lifestyle and discovered a Stag & Vixen club in Boston. They joined the club, and their lives have changed dramatically.

They offered to video chat, and we agreed. We set a date and time for the following Saturday afternoon and waited nervously for the call. Neither of us could have been prepared for the experience.

When the call came through, I answered, and the faces of Dan and Susan appeared on our screen. Susan was beautiful, with short black hair, big brown eyes, and a smile that could melt hearts. Dan looked average but had a handsome, boyish face and an easy-going attitude.

"Hi, Jack and Sandy, thanks for answering. We're Dan and Susan."

"Hey, it's nice to meet you," I said.

"We're excited to meet you, too. It's a pleasure to talk to a couple just starting out," Dan replied.

"You can't imagine what a relief it is to talk to a couple who has been through the same thing," Sandy said.

"Oh, we've definitely been through it. Susan and I had the same initial fears and concerns you've probably experienced, and we were unsure how to proceed. Still, once we jumped in, everything worked out."

"Yeah, it's definitely been an adventure," Susan added, "Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of pitfalls to avoid. That's why I asked Dan to reach out to you," Susan continued, "We certainly could have used the advice of an experienced couple in the beginning."

"Thanks," Sandy replied, "I've been reading about all the mistakes couples make, and it's really overwhelming. It's not easy filtering through all the stuff on the internet to find real answers."

"Definitely. That's why the website and our local club are a blessing. The club helped us avoid further pitfalls," Susan explained.

"We've found the club to be an essential part of our exploration," Dan agreed. It's a place where people can meet up, mingle, and have a safe environment for getting to know each other and sharing experiences. Our club is members-only; you can only become a member when sponsored by an established member and vetted. The membership comprises a majority of couples, with select single males and females added."

"Wow, that's a great concept. You're lucky to have that sort of thing available," I said.

"We are. So, tell us, how are things going? What has been your experience thus far? What are your plans?"

Sandy and I looked at each other and then back at the computer.

"Honestly," Sandy started, "We've only shared the fantasy and...role-played with it a bit, I guess? The catalyst for this was my birthday celebration a couple of weeks ago. My girlfriends hired a male stripper and recorded it. When Jack saw the video, it created a spark."

"Really?" Susan said, smiling. "A stripper. I bet he was a hunky guy. What was your reaction, Jack?"

"It was a crazy experience, seeing my wife acting so uninhibited," I said, chuckling. "I wasn't jealous, though. Quite the opposite. It was exciting."

"Yeah, it was exciting," Sandy echoed, looking at me.

"Sounds like things are off to a great start," Dan chuckled.

"It's been a lot of fun," I said.

"So, the plan is to have Sandy fool around with other men, right?" Susan asked.

"It's a bit more complicated than that, but yeah."

"Well, you've already researched and probably discovered some things. The first step is to set the rules. What's okay, and what's not? What are your expectations and limits? How often would you want to have these experiences, and with how many men, etcetera? The key is to communicate and be open. Don't hold back." Susan explained.

"The other thing is to figure out how," Dan added. "Some people go out and attend a party. Some couples will visit clubs and meet with other couples or single guys. Some use a service. You must also decide whether Jack will be in the room and what will happen. Will he just be watching, or will he join in? There are a lot of possibilities, but you'll need to have a game plan."

"What have you two experienced so far?" Sandy asked.

"Well, we've explored the swinging and wife-sharing scene a bit. That was how we got into this whole thing. We have a few friends who are in the lifestyle and are regular visitors to our club. After a few parties and one-night stands, we discovered that we were swingers. Wife-sharing can be a lot of fun, but we prefer swapping with another couple...and the occasional gangbang."

"Really? You've been gangbanged, Susan?!" Sandy asked, shocked.

"Yeah, a few times. It's an incredible feeling to have all those men pleasuring you. The last time was at the club. Dan coordinated with the club for my 35th birthday. There were six men, including Dan. I think I was double-teamed all night." Susan laughed, a slight blush showing on her cheeks.

"That sounds crazy wild," Sandy said.

"I loved it. I had never felt so sexy and desired. I felt like a goddess. The attention was intense. I was completely overwhelmed," Susan said.

"How did you feel about watching, Dan?" I asked.

"At first, I had mixed feelings. I was worried that Susan would get hurt or that I couldn't handle my emotions. But, as soon as we started, I realized I was more worried about myself than anything. I had to let go of my insecurities. Once I did that, I could focus on enjoying Susan's pleasure. I'm so glad I made that decision because it's been an incredible experience for us."

"Have any of the men tried to take things too far?" Sandy asked.

"Not at all," Susan replied.

"It's an unspoken rule that we all respect," Dan said. "We have a code of conduct enforced, and everyone is expected to adhere to the rules. That's why we chose the club. It is a safe play space."

"How often do you two have gangbangs?" I asked.

"Not often. That kind of fun certainly takes a toll on me. I always need lots of recovery time, but I will always want another eventually. As I said, our last was on my 35th, over two years ago. But that's not what we're here to talk about. Tell us, what else is on your mind? What are you hoping for?" Susan asked.

"Honestly," Sandy started, "I haven't thought much about how the encounters will go, except that I'm curious about being with another man. I have fantasized about Jack joining in, but it's not a regular part of the fantasy."

"But you'd like to try it?" Susan asked.

"Absolutely," I said.

"Then you probably will. You'd be surprised how quickly your mind changes when you are in the heat of the moment. I can already tell you'll both have a great time," Susan replied.

"Do you have any other questions for us? We've already given you a lot of advice," Dan asked.

"Um, I was curious, and if it's too personal, feel free not to answer. Is there a reason you two chose to be open instead of remaining monogamous?"

"We're both bisexual," Dan answered, "And we have found that sharing each other, along with finding sexual partners together, is something we both enjoy. It's not like a kink thing; we don't have a fetish for it. But it's something we both like."

"I didn't realize you were both bisexual. I wouldn't say I'm bisexual, though I've had a couple of experiences with women in the past. But Jack is straight." Sandy responded.

"Would you guys be interested in swapping partners with us?" Susan asked.

"I find you both very attractive," Sandy replied, "And I'd be open to that in the future. But right now, I want to start by dipping my proverbial toe into the pool and following through with the fantasy that initially sparked this whole thing. I hope you don't take offense to that?"

"None taken," Susan said, looking at her husband. "Would you like to share your fantasy with us? What is it, exactly, that makes this such a powerful desire?"

"Um, well," Sandy blushed, "My birthday video has become quite the thing, and the more I see it, the more I'm mesmerized by the stripper's cock. I want to feel it, and I want Jack to watch."

"What's special about the stripper's cock?" Dan asked.

"Oh, my gosh. The guy was huge. Like, the biggest I've ever seen. I was shocked when I first saw him, and my reaction was embarrassing. That's what made Jack interested in doing this. I felt like I was someone else entirely, and I had difficulty keeping my hands off it."

"Yeah, seeing the effect it had on Sandy sparked the whole thing for me," I added.

"So, was it the cock or the man behind the cock, Sandy?" Susan asked. "I mean, are you maybe a size queen, or is it an attraction to this particular person?"

"A size queen?" Sandy queried.

"A woman who enjoys a man with a big dick," Dan laughed.

"Yeah, some women are aroused and attracted to a man solely by the size and girth of the dick. Is that you?" Susan asked, "Or is it a combination of his attractiveness and the size of his cock?"

"No, no, it's not that at all. The stripper's body was very nice, and his muscles were amazing, but he was a little too young for my taste. Definitely not my type."

"What's your type, honey?" I asked.

"Hmm, a little more mature. I don't mind if a guy is younger, but not much. Not as young as that guy. No, he was way too young. And I would prefer someone with some experience and confidence. The idea of a younger guy with a monster cock, no offense, but just doesn't interest me. I was surprised when Jack and I started talking about it, and he brought up a threesome."

"It's an intriguing idea," I replied, shrugging.

"Well, we're happy to help you out. I have an idea of how you can get started." Dan said.

"Yes?" Sandy inquired.

"I suggest you plan a night out to a bar...somewhere not too crowded or loud. You go there together but sit separately. For example, Sandy, you sit alone at the bar while Jack sits at a table where he can see and watch..." Dan began.

"Oh, great idea, honey." Susan perked up, "Yes, this is a great way. Sandy, you dress sexy, sit at the bar, and be flirty. You'll start gaining interested men who will offer to buy you a drink quickly. From there, you decide who you want to continue with or not."

"And how far you want to go. It's a good way to start. Nothing is expected to occur that night, so there's not much to get anxious about. I've never heard anyone complain about having a fun evening flirting with people," Dan continued.

"So, I go out and start flirting. What if I like one of the guys? Am I supposed to pick him up?" Sandy asked.

"You could," Susan responded. "Just let the evening take its course. You could get their number or choose never to see them again. It's all up to you. That's the beauty of this method."

"I love it!" Sandy smiled.

"Me, too. That's a fantastic suggestion. It's simple and low-pressure," I added.

"Great," Dan beamed. "If you two need anything else, let us know. If you have any more questions, send an email. Good luck, and we'll chat soon."

"Oh, we should send them our phone numbers too. I'd be open to chatting more via text or call. You seem like a great couple, and I want to get to know you better." Susan interjected.

"Yeah, we want to keep in touch," I replied.

Sandy and I exchanged numbers with Dan and Susan and then chatted for a bit longer. By the time the call ended, we were both excited and energized.

"That was awesome! What an interesting couple," Sandy said, walking around the counter.

"They're cool people. I can't believe we've met another couple just like us," I said, pulling her into a hug.

"Yeah, at first, I felt awkward exploring these desires. But after meeting them, I feel better about it. And I guess I owe a bit of thanks to you, too.”

"I liked how they didn't pressure us on anything and gave us suggestions based on what we told them we wanted and how we felt," I said.

"They also seem to have a great relationship," Sandy said. "It's so different from my parents, and I don't know if I've ever seen a couple more in love than they are."

"Me neither."

"What did you think of their idea about the bar thing?" I asked.

"Well," Sandy started, "It sounds like an excellent way to test the waters and see if I can do this. Plus, I'm excited to be able to explore my sexuality with a stranger. This is all new to me. But I'm looking forward to going to the bar and seeing what happens."

"Sounds like we have a plan," I grinned. "When should we do it?"

"Talking with Dan and Susan about this has gotten me more excited about this whole thing. How about tonight?" Sandy asked.

"You want to go out tonight?"

"Why not? It's Saturday, and we didn't have anything planned for tonight anyway?" Sandy argued.

"Okay. We have plenty of time to get showered and ready. Where should we go? Do you have any ideas?"

"Let's go downtown and look for a bar. Someplace a little classier than your normal dive bar." Sandy thought out loud, "That place I went to for my birthday might be good for this. Malcom's...that was it."

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

"Perfect. Then we can go home and have fun...or invite a new friend." Sandy said with a wry smile and a wink.

"I like the way you think," I chuckled, "but let's not put any expectations on it."

"Agreed," Sandy nodded, her face serious, "I'm a little nervous, I must admit."

"Me too, babe," I said.

Sandy and I spent the next two hours getting ready for the evening. We showered together, enjoying the feeling of the warm water and the sensations of our naked bodies rubbing together. Sandy took extra time to get ready for the evening. She styled her hair, applied makeup, and chose a short, tight, light pink dress with an off-shoulder neckline cut a few inches above the knee. It was sexy, revealing just enough skin to remain modest. She wore matching high heels, a black leather jacket, and dangling gold earrings. We grabbed a quick bite to eat in the kitchen before heading out. It was a little after eight when we finally made it to Malcom's, and we hoped it wouldn't be too busy. We stopped outside the bar to work out last-minute details because we would have to enter separately.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" I asked.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" I asked.

"You sit somewhere and have a beer. I'll get a drink at the bar, and then, I guess, I start flirting?"

"That's it?" I asked, chuckling.

"I don't know, honey. It's not like I've ever done this before. I don't know what to expect or how to do this. This is new for both of us. Let's try to have fun," Sandy said, smiling and taking my hand.

"Okay. Let's do it," I agreed, laughing nervously.

"Alright, I'm going in." Sandy kissed me.

"You look amazing. Good luck," I said, admiring Sandy's outfit.

"Thanks, honey. Here goes."

I waited for a few moments before following. When I entered Malcom's, I saw Sandy sitting at the end of the bar, and she glanced at me briefly before nodding toward an open table near where she sat. I should have known she'd have selected her seat somewhere I could view her well.

I sat, ordered a beer from a passing waitress, and tried to look uninterested and relaxed. It was a bit more difficult than I expected, though, and after a few sips, my heart was racing. I watched Sandy out of the corner of my eye. She looked gorgeous, sitting with her legs crossed and facing the bar. A few seats were open, and a few guys were sitting around her, but no one had approached her.

The bar had fewer people than the last time I was here, which I was thankful for. That made it easier for me to watch, and there was no D.J. at this early hour, so the atmosphere was quieter. I was curious about what was going through Sandy's mind. It was so strange and surreal watching her from across the room. I felt dread and excitement, an odd mix of emotions that caused my hands to shake. I tried to calm down and relax, but I was having difficulty. Sandy looked nervous as well.

As I sipped my beer, I watched a guy sit beside Sandy. He had dark hair and was wearing a nice shirt and slacks. He looked about thirty-five or forty, but I couldn't tell for sure. His physique was average, with an athletic build and a slim belly. The guy was handsome, I suppose, and nothing like the stripper I had seen Sandy with on the video. He was there for at least ten minutes before Sandy looked over at him. I could see her smiling, and she said something to him. It was hard to tell what they were talking about from this distance, but I could see they were laughing and having a good time. After a few minutes, Sandy leaned over and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and nodded, reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and gave her his card. I was curious about what was on the card and what they were discussing, but I couldn't hear them over the other voices in the bar.

After a few more minutes, I noticed the man looking around. He seemed to be trying to find someone or something. I wasn't sure what he was doing. Maybe he was looking for friends? Finally, he stood and walked away, leaving Sandy alone at the bar. She turned to me and shrugged. I wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't matter as I saw another guy approach her. He was about the same age as the first guy, and he had short blond hair and a square jawline. He was wearing a button-down shirt, and he looked like a banker or something. He was attractive, too, and his build was average. I watched him sit next to Sandy and start talking to her. He was a lot more outgoing than the first guy and seemed to be doing most of the talking. They spoke for several minutes, and I saw Sandy smiling and nodding. Occasionally, he would say something, and Sandy would laugh. He seemed charming and funny, and I was glad to see Sandy enjoying herself. He got up and left after about fifteen minutes, and Sandy turned to me and shrugged again. She looked at her phone, probably checking the time.

I was starting to worry. Was this going to work? I wasn't sure how long Sandy could keep up this act. She was showing signs of boredom. After a few more minutes, a third guy approached Sandy and said something, pointing to the seat next to her. She nodded, and he sat beside her. He had dark brown hair and was wearing a polo shirt and jeans. He was tall, about six-three or six-four, and he was thin. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe a little older. He was average-looking, I guess, but not particularly handsome. He had a friendly smile and a nice build. He waved to the bartender and motioned to Sandy. I saw the bartender nod, and he started mixing drinks. I think he is buying her a drink. The bartender placed two glasses on the counter in front of them. I watched as they took their drinks and clinked glasses. It seemed like he was getting along better with Sandy than the others. I could see them talking, and Sandy was laughing. I noticed that she kept touching his arm, which meant she was probably attracted to him. He was talking and gesturing, and she seemed interested in what he had to say. He leaned closer to Sandy, whispering something in her ear, and she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. He said something else and laughed. It wasn't long before she finished her drink, and the bartender placed another before her. I could see the alcohol already affecting her as her mannerisms appeared more open and flirty. She turned in her seat, facing the man as they chatted. I noticed her legs were no longer crossed but parted as she straddled the high-backed barstool. This caused her dress to ride up her thighs and, by the look of the man who kept glancing down, was exposing her panties. Sandy laughed loudly and touched the man's arm. She leaned in closer and said something, then stood, excusing herself. I watched as she walked away from the man and headed towards the bathrooms. She glanced at me quickly and smiled, and I wondered if the alcohol was getting to her or if the excitement of the situation was affecting her.

I also decided to use the bathroom, so I stood and casually went to the restroom area around the corner and down a hallway. As I rounded the corner, I saw Sandy leaning against the doorframe of the ladies' room, motioning me to her.

"I had hoped you'd follow," Sandy said, and then she suddenly lifted her dress and removed her panties. "Here, put this in your pocket."

I took the panties and stuffed them into the front pocket of my jeans.

"I can't believe how wet they are already," Sandy giggled. "He's a nice guy, and I'm having fun flirting, but I'm not sure if he's the guy. I know he was looking between my legs, so I want to have some fun and see how he reacts to this! Okay, gotta go!"

Sandy kissed me and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Fuck," I said quietly, trying to control my breathing and process what just happened. Sandy was like a tornado, whirling through and then disappearing quickly.

I went into the bathroom and relieved myself. When I returned, Sandy and the man were back at the bar, sitting on the bar stools and chatting. They were sitting much closer now. After a few moments, Sandy turned in her seat toward the man and straddled the stool again as she continued her flirty conversation with him. At one point, I watched as the man quickly took a glance down between my wife's legs. She must have been fully exposed to him as his face reddened, and he immediately looked back at her face. As their conversation continued, the bartender brought my wife another drink. I noticed her becoming more touchy with the stranger she was chatting with. She touched his arm, his knee, and even his shoulder at one point. Watching my wife flirt with someone else was strange, but it was also exciting. My heart raced as she continued to flirt with him.

"Fuck," I said out loud to myself. I was so aroused that my dick was throbbing, and I needed to adjust it. My mind was racing, and my emotions were mixed.

Sandy and the stranger continued talking for about fifteen more minutes before he excused himself to use the restroom. Sandy quickly turned around, and I saw her smiling and giving me a thumbs-up. I had yet to learn what this meant. Was it a signal to say she was enjoying herself, or did she mean she was ready to go? I held up my phone, indicating that she should text me.

A minute later, my phone buzzed.

"Ready to leave? Or should I stay and talk some more?"

"How are you doing?"

"Good, having fun. He's a nice guy, and the flirting is getting me all worked up!"

"You should give him your number. We can text him later and arrange to meet."

"Great idea, I'm so horny. You're okay with me flirting with him more?"

"Yeah. Go for it."

"Lol. Okay, I'll give him my number, and then I want to go home and fuck your brains out! Love you!" the final text read.

I watched Sandy and her new friend continue flirting for a while longer. I was still nervous and excited, but relaxing was easier, and my hands were no longer shaking. I could see that Sandy's body language was much more open and relaxed, and she was having a good time. It wasn't long before Sandy handed the guy her phone. He punched something into it, then handed it back, and they continued their conversation.

As I watched Sandy with the guy, I couldn't help but wonder how far she would have gone if we weren't together. I couldn't believe how sexy she was, and watching her flirt was exciting. After another few minutes, Sandy stood, retrieved her jacket from the back of the stool, and turned to the guy. They hugged, and Sandy whispered something into the man's ear. I could see his face redden as she kissed him on the cheek and then headed towards the exit. When she reached the door, she turned back to the stranger, blew a kiss toward him, and then she left the bar.

I sat briefly, finishing what little was left of my beer, and watched the guy. He seemed pleased with himself and was checking his phone. I couldn't wait to get out of the bar and get home. I left, and Sandy stood down the street at the corner when I exited.

"That was wild!" Sandy exclaimed as she ran over and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply.

"I couldn't believe how confident you were."

"It was so much fun, baby. And I was a bit nervous, but you're right; no pressure. Plus, that guy was so much fun. You have no idea what he was telling me."

"What was he telling you, and what did you say to him just before you left? His face was red!"

Sandy giggled as she put on her jacket, and we walked toward the parking garage. "Oh, my god, honey...you'll love this. First of all, his name is Brian. I think he said he's twenty-eight. He's a pharma salesman. He's single and likes to unwind at the bars in the evening after work."

"Okay, but what did you two talk about that made you so giddy?"

"Hang on...I was nervous. You know? I've never been out alone in a bar. I've been out with you, and I've been out with the girls. But never alone and never on the prowl. So, I was a bit nervous at first, and then when Brian showed up, I had to work hard to get my mojo going. He was a bit shy, and I didn't want to scare him off, so I had to be subtle. I figured out a way to show him my pussy without being too obvious, and when I saw that he was interested, I went for it. He was shocked when he first saw me, and I could tell he was trying to be a gentleman. He didn't stare at my pussy. He would sneak quick peeks and then look back at me. It was hilarious because I purposely tried to give him a better view. I had zero expectations of anything going further, so I could flirt unabashedly, and that was the best part. I was playing with him, teasing him. He would get flustered, and I would laugh at his reaction. It was fun."

"Okay, but what did you say before you left?"

"Oh, baby. your wife is a bad girl." Sandy said, taking my arm.

"What did you do?"

"Well, when he gave me his number, I told him that I had never given my phone number to someone so quickly, and it made him feel really good. He asked if he could kiss me, and I told him that was something I'd only allow next time if he played his cards right. But as we said goodbye, I told him to expect a text message with a better view of what he was looking at tonight."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, and he was so excited; I swear he almost came in his pants. I had to turn away and leave. My pussy is soaked."

"Wow, babe, I can't believe it. What else did you say to him?"

"He couldn't believe I was married and sitting at a bar alone. He assumed I was in a bad marriage and was surprised when I told him I couldn't be happier. So, we chatted for a while. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and how his ex-girlfriend wasn't nearly as hot or attractive. After another couple of drinks, we were having a good time, and I was starting to feel pretty hot. I was a little tipsy and wanted to have some fun, so I leaned in close...he smelled incredible, like cologne and cigarettes, and he had these big, soft lips. It was so sexy, baby. I told him I was glad I had come out tonight and asked why he was there alone. He told me his buddies were meeting him later and asked if I'd like to hang out tonight. That's when I had to make a decision."

"About tonight?"

"Yeah. It was getting later, and I could see more people entering the bar. The odds of finding someone better would drop if I didn't decide. I wondered if he was the guy or if I wanted to go further with this tonight. So, I decided to get his number for another time. He was a lot of fun, and the flirting was nice, so it'd be fun to talk to him again sometime. And you saw how he reacted when I mentioned he'd be getting a nude picture from me. God, I felt so naughty! But he was a cool guy. I had a lot of fun, but he wasn't the guy I pictured when I fantasized about this. Do you think he's the one?"

"Well, he seemed handsome enough, easy-going and respectful. You could always contact him for another night and decide then."

"Good, I agree. Besides, the excitement of this whole thing, coupled with the alcohol, has my pussy dripping. Let's get home."

When we arrived at the car, I pulled Sandy into a passionate kiss, holding her against me. She responded immediately, and our tongues met, exploring each other's mouths. Her lips were soft, and the sensation was incredible.

"Mmm, that's nice, honey," Sandy cooed, pushing me back.

We got in the car, and I drove home. Once we were home, we wasted no time tearing off our clothes.

"Get naked. Now," Sandy demanded, pulling her dress over her head.

I quickly stripped and threw myself onto the bed, lying on my back. Sandy straddled my waist, reaching back and guiding my cock into her pussy.

"God, that feels good." Sandy cooed as she slid down my shaft, grinding her hips slowly.

I gripped her hips and pulled her against me, causing my cock to go deeper.

"Mmm, yeah, that's it, baby. Fuck me!"

"God, you're so fucking hot," I moaned, squeezing her ass.

Sandy began rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down on my cock, her breasts shaking with each movement. She moaned, throwing her head back as she rode me.

"Fuck, Sandy! I love watching you ride me," I groaned, thrusting my hips upward.

"God, Jack. Your cock feels amazing," she moaned, picking up her pace.

I could feel my orgasm building and reached down, rubbing my fingers over her clit.

"Fuck, baby. Don't stop!"

"I won't. Cum for me, babe. Cum all over my cock."

"Fuck, Jack! Oh, god! Fuck!"

Sandy's body tensed, and she let out a scream. Her pussy clenched around my cock, and her whole body trembled as she came. I held her close, thrusting up into her, and soon felt my own release.

"Fuck, Sandy! I'm going to cum!"

"Yes, baby! Cum for me!"

My cock erupted, shooting a stream of hot cum into Sandy's pussy. She moaned, grinding against me, milking every last drop.

"God, I needed that," she panted, collapsing over me. "I don't think I've ever cum so quick."

"I love you so much, baby," I whispered, kissing her.

"Mmm, I love you, too," she purred.

We lay together, holding each other for a while, enjoying the afterglow.

"I'm so glad we did that together tonight, honey," Sandy said, breaking the silence.

"Me too, baby. It was amazing watching you."

"It felt so good to let loose and be open with my sexuality. I had no idea it would be this freeing. I've never felt so confident and sexy before."

"Well, you are confident and sexy, and I'm glad you're letting that side out. It's so fucking hot."

"You really think so? You weren't jealous or sad to see me openly flirting with another guy?"

"No, baby. Not at all. Watching you is the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

"Thank you, Jack. You really are special."

"So, did you want to text the guy tonight, or did you want to wait a bit?"

"I'm not sure. What do you think?"

"I think we should wait. See how you feel when you're sober, you know?"

"Yeah, that's smart, actually," Sandy sighed as she nestled into the crook of my arm. "I'm glad we didn't rush things tonight. This was perfect."

"It was perfect. Even if this is all this ever becomes, it's still exciting and different."

"It is," Sandy smiled.

"Now, get some rest. We have a busy week ahead of us."

"Mmm, sounds good."

Sandy drifted to sleep, and I lay awake, my mind racing.

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