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By ESOR (esornoj2000@yahoo.com)

If truth be told neither my wife or I were really partygoers. 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 earrings and dark blue pleated 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 her a huge hug, "Wow you sure are a looker," Andrew told her. His eyes lingered on hers until she looked away, embarrassed. "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 might 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 would 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 summerhouse 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 completely 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 that 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 whimpering 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 straightened up.
Looking him straight in the eyes, she reached up under 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 straddled 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 lifted some of the pleats at the front, and slowly caressed his cock with the edge, sending him into 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... fuck my pleated 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.