Is it cheeting if you really want to leave your husband?

The next few days was one of helping Sandra fit in with her new lifestyle. Both Grace and Liz taught Sandra to serve breakfast in the nude and to expect that I would have my way with her at any time and any place. One evening the three of us were in bed when Sandra got the giggles and of course, I had to ask her what struck her a funny. "Well, you see," she said as she pulled the sheet that covered her breasts down so that I could give them the eye. "I was more than a nervous bride, I used to get undressed in the dark and it always got worse when he wanted to take a shower with me."

"That's understandable honey," Liz said. "When I married Grace's father I was kind of nervous but I got over it quick enough when I realized that all he wanted was to get off on me and go to sleep."

"Are you telling the truth mom?"

"Yes, I am my dear. I was more like a nervous bride when John made his move on me." She smiled.

"Mom, how could you be that nervous after all you were married and you had lots of sex before. I mean I was nervous when John tied me up and fucked me for the first time but I got over that in a real hurry."

"Well, your father liked women whose breasts were much bigger than mine and he never so much a play spanked me so when John came along and kind of "forced" himself on me I felt a tingling inside of me that I had never felt before and I have a feeling that you and Sandra felt something very like yourselves."

Sandra replied that she never felt freer of her past inhibitions about nudity and I am no longer nervous when a man leaves his penis inside of me the way I have always been with my husband."

"Does that mean that you don't love your husband anymore? Does it feel like you are cheating on him?" Grace asked.

"No, it doesn't feel like I am cheating on him, I don't know what I feel but it isn't cheating when you find that one person who can make your body sing with pleasure the way John does. I know there is no real logic to my feelings but my life belongs to John and the two of you Liz."

"Would you still be shy if you stood in front of your husband naked?" I asked.

"No, no I wouldn't be nervous at all now," Sandra said. "I know who and what I am now and I know where I belong so no, I wouldn't be nervous at all since I would be thinking about you."

I suppose Sandra wanted to prove her point as she climbed on top of me saying, "Tell me that you want me to be your bitch, tell me that you want to fuck my pussy until I can't take it anymore and then tell me that my body is yours and you will do whatever you wish with me."

I grabbed her by her hair (not hard but enough to pull her head back) "You are my bitch already and you know it." Sandra sighs and gasps as I give her hair a slight tug. "Your pussy is mine, I am taking the place of your husband and you will work to give us a baby."

"Yes, my love. I will do anything for you I am yours to command. I love being your slut." She said as she slowly rode my cock.

"I want one of the girls to take a photo of you riding my cock."

"Yes, yes show me off that is all that matters to me. Oh, my...I'm cumming!" Sandra moaned just as Liz took the requested picture.

Sandra seemed to go into a totally relaxed mode, her body was limp next to mine, her face still covered with sweat but she did have a big smile on her face. "I can't believe that I am really doing this," she said with a girlish giggle. "Letting another man use me as though I were his private toy." Again she giggled. "I can't believe that I have been making love to two women at the same time, that is very new to me."

"Well, you are a private toy now," I said. "It doesn't seem to bother you, so my guess is that you really want to be told what to do when it comes to sex."

Sandra sighed. "I felt that something was missing in my life and I asked my husband if we might try the swing party and then you came into my life and took me over faster than you can snap your fingers."

We sat in silence for a few minutes while Grace and Liz went about putting plates on the nearby table. "I don't think that I can ever really go home again," she said. "I mean I am not really the same person now, I can't really be with my husband as a wife should be," she kissed me. "I feel more relaxed an more myself with you and the girls. I feel kind of funny about that but I also feel good at the same time."

Liz came and stood before us. "I told you about how good it had been for me," she smiled at the two of us. "True I didn't tell you who was making me feel so good, so horny and so much in love but I did think that you were of a like mind with me and to tell the truth I wanted to see you naked and if it worked out I would get to taste your pussy."

Sandra blushed. "I didn't think that I would have the nerve to go through with any of this and yes, I was kind of hoping to see you naked as well so we both got what we wished for."