1. Friendship and infidelity, Part 1


    Date: 3/6/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    corrected. There’s physics, then history, then a few dozen places further down the list, literature.” We laughed and I continued, “But yes, it’s an important part of American history.” We talked for two more hours, and as we talked I realized I was falling for her, and indeed that I had been since our second meeting. I noticed every movement she made and every detail of her face and figure and often found myself staring into her eyes, which didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. Phyllis and I left a bit after ten, and when we got home we went straight to bed. Unusually for a week night, Phyllis was in a very passionate mood and quickly had me equally aroused. She pulled me over on top of and into her, and as she thrust up against me I closed my eyes and imagined it was Sandra’s body I was riding. I thrust hard to thoughts of Sandra smiling up at me and saying, “Yes, you’d be a very good match,” and the fantasy of her softly rounded brown body and knowing black eyes drove me to two orgasms in quick succession. As we fell asleep drenched in sweat, I felt guilty at my first thoughts of infidelity, but not as guilty, I suspected, as I should have. For the next month I was bedeviled by thoughts of Sandra. Every Saturday afternoon Phyllis and I had a three-course meal with hors d’oeuvres and dessert that for me consisted of little more than masturbation to thoughts of Sandra using Phyllis’s body instead of my fist, which was my daily companion the other days of the week. At ...
    the same time I was torn by feelings of guilt towards Phyllis, and alternated between breaking up with her immediately and burying my feelings for Sandra. Our meetings with Dave and Sandra continued without diminished frequency. Dave and Phyllis often talked shop, leaving Sandra and me to entertain each other. When I was with her, I was convinced she was on the edge of throwing herself at me; upon separating I was equally convinced I was a lust-drunk fool. Several times Dave and Phyllis had afternoon or evening meetings with their professor and boss, the ever-present Sloan of their conversations, and on many of those occasions Dave and Phyllis insisted Sandra and I have dinner together, go to a movie, or otherwise make up for their absence. A month after I started traipsing into infidelity, Dave and Phyllis had a major curriculum meeting and insisted the two of us go to a concert in a nearby park that we had planned on attending as a quartet. Sandra met me at the door in a light blue cotton summer dress that, as with all of her outfits, showed little cleavage but fit her snuggly enough to please the eye and entice the hands. As we walked, she seemed a little quieter than usual, but came alive as we reached the park. The band concert was well-performed and ended as the sun was close to setting. Sandra asked, “Do you know this park well?” “Yes.” “I’d be honored, kind sir, if you’d be so good as to show me around it.” I smiled and said, “The little forest towards the south end is ...
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