Behind The Barn

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until the morning, and already her mind had been wandering ahead to the long evening of pleasure she
would experince with Sam. Her body still tingled from the incredible fucking she had received from Sam
and the veterinarian simultaneously, just the previous evening, and the wild three-way act had honed the
edge of her sexual appetite to such a pitch that she thought Sam would never finish with his chores, and
come to her. Damn him, why did he have to come home early? she complained silently, putting aside her
cosmetics and heading for the kitchen. Still, maybe Mike ... It was weeks since Mike had made love to
her, and she felt a sudden, urgent longing to feel his body near hers again, experience him through the
body of the new woman she had become. Her face brightened as her husband hurried into the kitchen.
"Hello, Sandra," he called, "any coffee ready?" Sandra looked at him uneasily. He was slumping tiredly
in a chair, his eyes roaming aimlessly around the room. He didn't even seem to see her!
She handed him a steaming cup, and without even acknowledging it, he picked up the Vet's report which
was lying on the table.
"That's one good thing anyway!" he muttered, his eyes roaming over the report.
"What's that?" Sandra asked, puzzled.
"The Vet's report - the cows all passed the TB test - or did you ever bother to read it?" There was an
ominous coldness in his voice which made Sandra shiver.
Draining his coffee cup, he rose and headed for the door.
"W-would you care for some dinner? I've got ..."
"Later!" he interrupted, "I'd better check on things in the dairy!" And before Sandra had a chance to
reply, he was gone.
Sandra stood stockstill. She didn't really know what kind of greeting she had expected from her
husband, but she certainly hadn't anticipated his coldness, indifference. He didn't care what she was
thinking or what she felt about his return. He just didn't care! Fear clutched relentlessly at Sandra's
pulsing heart. Was she in danger of losing Mike? Was her marriage actually dissolving in front of her?
Numbly, she tried to reassure herself. She knew in her heart that the intoxication of her new found
sensual freedom was a paltry return for the security she had taken for granted, and which was in
imminent danger of toppling! Did Mike suspect what she had been up to? Anxiety gnawed at her viscera
like a dog at a bone. She sunk down into a chair, her lovely young body shaking with convulsive
tremors, as she fought a rising wave of panic.
The minutes ticked by, but Sandra's uneasiness had not abated. She felt worse than ever, with only
herself to blame. For the first time, she began to realize the seriousness of her actions, and to wonder
about their consequences. In the back of her mind, she had assumed that Mike would not find out. She
also believed that nothing that she did would make him turn against her! Had she been wrong? Was
Mike sick and tired of her, her bitchy, demanding ways, her lack of consideration for him? But I love
him, I still do! her mind protested. She had to tell him, tell him now, ask for his forgiveness, get his
reassurance that everything was all right. At the back of her mind was the paralyzing fear that Sam,
unable to restrain himself, would brag about his conquest ...
She knew Mike didn't like her to disturb him at work in the sheds, but she couldn't wait until he came
back. It might be too late ...
Sandra ran lightly across the yard, and headed straight for the dairy, relieved to find a light there. She let
herself quietly in by the back way, anxious not to disturb him, and stealthily made her way towards the
far end where the machinery was. She could hear muffled voices, and silently prayed that Mike wouldn't
be angry at her for disturbing him.
Suddenly, Sandra froze, her blood running cold. She had to stifle a scream as her husband's voice
wafted across to her.
"Oooohhh Eve darling, I've missed you so much ..."
God what were they doing? She had to find out ...
Her blood racing, she slipped inside the next to last stall, and peering between the slats of the wood
partition, her eyes darted restlessly, trying to find her husband.
Then she saw him!
Her eyes bulged as they focused on a blurred tangle of naked arms and legs. Mike, her husband and
Eve were sprawled, stark nude, on several sacks of animal feed, their bodies locked together in a tight,
passionate embrace.
Sandra felt a blood-curdling scream rise in her throat and she had to cram her knuckles into her mouth
to suppress it, as she saw the young blonde, Eve's, strong white hands wrapped tightly around Mike's
neck, and as she glimpsed her husband's hungry wet tongue slipping into the shapely blonde's receptive
mouth. Their twisting, writhing bodies lay only a few feet from Sandra's horrified gaze, and she could see
that Eve's large gray eyes were beginning to dilate and an unmistakable smoky haze of passion drifted
across them as Mike slowly caressed her ripe golden body.
Sandra watched, paralyzed with shock. Every nuance on their faces was distinct to her view; she stood
there breathless, unable to turn her eyes away from the lewd display of flesh and passion.
She watched as Mike's mouth tore away from the glistening fullness of Eve's lips and began to trail hot,
wet kisses down her vibrant swan-like neck, sucking ardently at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw,
red little patches in his wake. The blonde's hands were digging desperately into his shoulders and from
her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was already deeply entangled in passionate sensual
excitement.
Sandra was hypnotized by the sight of the eager couple wallowing in unabashed lust. Her heart felt
crushed by the evidence of her husband's infidelity, but still, she couldn't tear herself away from the
incredible spectacle. She wanted to run in and separate the adulterous couple, yet she was immobilized
by the scene. She had never in her life seen anything so mesmerizing, so compelling. It was strangely,
perversely exciting, and every nerve, every sense in her body seemed sharpened to extraordinary
intensity.
Sandra watched, her eyes bulging, as Eve, her blonde hair flowing like a sheath of golden hay, stretch
free of the tangle of arms and legs and slowly spread her perfectly sculptured thighs, revealing the
honey-colored muff of her pubic triangle. Her arms hung languidly by her sides and her firm full breasts
rose up and down with her frenzied breathing. Sandra could see the nipples spring to attention, the dark
pink buds jutting up erectly from the crinkled brown aureoles.
She gasped, stung with unbearable jealousy, as Mike squeezed the ripe flesh as he kissed first one and
then the other buttery globe. He rolled the thickening nipples between his thumb and forefinger, wringing
little mewls of pleasure from Eve. Then he raised his head and Sandra could see the livid pink stretch of
his tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth soft plane of her lithe body, stopping to poke at the
tight, deeply imbedded little navel, licking it lovingly, as his hand continued to massage the smooth plane
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