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Subject: {ASSM} New Story - The Change (MF/ Wife/Cheat)
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 17:10:05 -0500
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THE CHANGE
by ESOR

If truth be told neither my wife or I were really party-goers. Our
sort of scene was much more going for walks or just watching TV. I
guess we were pretty dull, and my wife was particularly shy with new
people. Still we were happy enough.

Then I ran into Andrew, an old school friend, in town. Well, not that
much of a friend really because I always found him rather brash and
loud, but he seemed to have mellowed a bit with age. Anyway during
conversation it turned out he was with Phillips, the big new company
in town, and that interested me a lot. They were hiring lots of people
and my job was getting me down. I told him all this and he said he was
having a birthday party next week - why not come along and meet the
guys?

My wife Susan wasn't thrilled with the idea, and neither was I. But we
realised we should go. So we found ourselves in the car on the way to
the address he'd given me. "Do I look alright?" Susan said as we
turned into the street where the house was. "Fine" I said , though I
suspected the pearl earings and dark blue peated dress may actually be
a tad prim for what I guessed were Andrew's sort of people. Even my
jacket and tie was worryingly formal.

I was right. As we got out of the car we realised everyone there was
dressed informally - jeans in some cases. It was a warm evening and
people were chatting in the front garden, while the sound of music
came from within. Clutching the bottle of wine, which somehow felt
ridiculous, we headed for the door. "I'm dreading this" Susan said,
clinging onto my arm.

"You guy's come straight from church?" joked Andrew, who greeted us at
the door with a big grin. "This is Susan" I said "Susan meet Andrew".
Andrew gave a her a huge hug "Wow - you sure are a looker" Andrew told
her. His eyes lingered on hers until she looked away, embarrased.
"Come on in and meet the guys". Andrew introduced me to some of his
work colleagues and they were an OK bunch as it turned out. Or maybe
they felt sorry for this sad schlub in a jacket and tie. Anyway we got
on fine and they even said they heard I may be looking for a change of
job. Bullseye!

After a while I noticed Susan wasn't beside me any more. Then I saw
her in the distance dancing with Andrew, and reckoned she was alright.
I wanted to go and join them, but the conversation looked like it was
leading to a possible job, so I stayed put.

Too long as it happened. I looked at my watch and realised it was past
midnight. Where had all the time gone - come to that, where had Susan
gone - I couldn't see her anywhere. I made my excuses from the group
and went to find her. What I found I will never forget.

I was looking outside in the garden and just about to call her name,
when I heard a soft sigh coming from the little summer house in the
garden. It was getting chilly, and some people were already leaving,
so I felt bold enough to peer through the window. Standing there was
Susan, pressed hard up against Andrew who was kissing her
passionately. I felt sick. I didn't know what to say. In truth, I
didn't really believe what I was seeing - it must have been someone
else, surely? Added to this, the drinks I had got through were making
me a little bit wobbly, and I started to wonder if this was all real.
Could my shy,  pretty, ultra-faithful wife have changed character
compeletly in a couple of hours? It wasn't real.
While all this was raging through my mind, my eyes got more accustomed
to the dark. Now I could see that Susan's hand was caressing his neck,
and this his own hand was buried deep beneath the skirt of her dress.
It was lifted slightly at the back, and ripples of the shimmery pleats
cascaded over Andrews arm. Susan was making little wimpering sounds,
and I heard her say "No, please, it's wrong", though she kept on
kissing harder and harder in between her pleas.
Now Andrew's attentions were getting more and more urgent beneath her
dress. The lace edge of Susan's prim silk petticoat flashed in the
moonlight as her skirt rose higher up her back. and now Andrew had his
hand inside the back of her panties.

"Oh my God" shouted Susan, releasing her own hand from Andrew's neck
and thrusting it between their bodies into the top of his shorts.
Meanwhile Andrew's hand was inside the top of Susan's dress, massaging
her nipples. Now she was obviously caressing his cock, squeezing and
coaxing in the darkness.

Suddenly she pulled away from him. The skirt of the dress swished
gently back into place, and I was sure, at last, that she was going to
call a halt to this madness. It must have been all a drunken mistake -
she'd come to look for me and we'd pretend it never happened. We'd go
back to our nice, quiet ordered lives. But I was wrong.

Susan reached for Andrew's jeans, gently undid the closures, and
slipped them down and off his feet. She did the same with his
undershorts, pausing only to take his erect cock into her mouth
briefly, and licking the tip as she starightend up. Looking him
straight in the eyes, she reached up under her her skirt,  slipped
down her panties and stepped out of them. I felt a wave of sickness,
anger and revulsion. Why could I not put a stop to this - what was the
matter with my voice? I realised I was trembling, but still couldn't
speak. What was happening to me?

By now Susan had placed her hands on Andrews shoulders and pushed him
gently down until he was lying on his back. Softly she lifted high her
pleated skirt and petticoat and stradled him. I could see the tip of
his cock brushing against the lips of her cunt, and could hear his
hard breathing. No! This wasn't happening! She released her silky
skirt and it slowly settled in a soft cloud over them both. But then
she liffted some of the pleats at the front, and slowly caressed his
cock with the edge, sending him into a frenzy. He reached up and
ripped down her dress front, tore of her bra and frantically squeezed
and caressed her pert little breasts.  Finally she let go of the skirt
and slowly settled onto his hard throbbing cock. As it slipped inside
her, she gasped, now moving faster ands faster up and down. He was
fucking her.

Finally I found my voice. "Susan" SUSAN!" I shouted. She quickly
turned to look at me, fear in her eyes, but it was as if she was
drugged. She opened her mouth to speak, but then her eyes misted over
again. "Oh Tommy" she said "I'm sorry," She started moving again "It's
just.........it's just so heavenly being well and truly fucked! Will
you fuck me like this Tommy - please - up my dress just like a cheap
tart..........oh my God Yes ...YES .... Oh God YES.......... Andrew is
giving me such a BEAUTIFUL fucking!!!!  I love the feel of his great
big cock inside me...... I want to feel lots of big cocks in side
me..............Oh FUCK YESSSSSSSS! Fuck my petticoat off you
bastard...fucki my skirt off...........Look Tommy look!" She lifted
her skirt high and I saw his cock pounding in and out of her slippery
cunt. Andrew never said a word.

I'm ashamed to say I walked away in tears. My anger had turned to he
deepest humiliation - a dread feeling of loss and betrayal. I thought
my mind would surely explode - how could I ever come to grips with
this. Could I ever speak to Susan again?

To be continued..................

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