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The German Teacher Pt. 01?I?d like to volunteer to help at our local refugee center.?Sandra?s words, spoken out of the blue, abruptly ended Frank?s little monologue he had been giving, commenting the piece of news about a horribly looking refugee camp they were showing on TV during the refugee crisis in Europe in early 2016. ?What, my love?? Frank immediately reacted. ?You?d like to do what???I?d like to help!? Sandra answered. ?I can?t take this anymore. Here we are, watching those poor people arrive in Europe day by day, arguing about whether they should be here in the first place, whether they should be deported, whether they should be given anything, et cetera, et cetera!?Sandra shifted on the sofa to face her husband, catching his eyes with a severe look on her face. If Frank knew one thing about his loving wife of 3 years, it was that look that told him she wasn?t k**ding, and he would be well-advised to take her seriously.?I want to do something, Frank!? Sandra went on. ?I want to do something instead of talk all the time! Maybe those useless politicians come up with a solution for this mess, but until then, we need to get active! Those poor people have come to us, and they?re going to stay here for quite a while, no matter whether they?re here legally or not.?Frank held his wife?s gaze and thought about what she had just said. Although they both had always been on the rather conservative side of the political landscape, they agreed that Germany did the right thing when they didn?t close their borders back in 2015, preventing a humanitarian crisis in poorer European countries where hundreds of thousands of refugees and migrants would have faced the cold, hunger and thirst.The couple had lived in the German town of Kaiserfurt, Sandra?s hometown, for about two and a half years now. Two teacher salaries enabled them to build a nice, medium-sized house, buy two cars and two well-deserved holidays a year. There weren?t any k**s yet, and if it were up to Frank, there wouldn?t be any until they turned 30. Life was good for them, and they were thankful for it.?Well, that would be quite an act of charity, my love,? Frank answered after some time of contemplation. ?What do you have in mind exactly???Well, do you remember me telling you that Anna, our primary school?s vice principal, has already started giving volunteer German language classes in the refugee center?? Sandra told him in an excited manner. ?I would like to help her! Speaking German is essential to live in this country, and I can?t think of a better way to help those people to integrate into our society, to get a job and to simply manage German everyday life.?Frank didn?t see any reason why that wasn?t a good idea and gave his wife his okay. Two days passed, and finally, Sandra returned home with some paper work to fill out.?They said, I could start tomorrow. I?m completely free in how I organize the lessons as long as I aim for standardized goals regarding grammar, spelling, speaking and writing.? Sandra told Frank euphorically. ?Anna?s already set up two classes with 10 students each for me, and I should be teaching them at least twice a week for about two hours per lesson.??Do you think you?re up for that?? Frank asked her with a touch of concern. ?Can you handle job, private life and your new responsibilities???Yes, Frank,? Sandra laughed. ?How many times have I told you: unlike you, I?m a primary school teacher. If I can manage that adorable bunch of little monsters, I think I?m up for pretty much any task in the world. And don?t you worry, I?m going to make sure to keep everything in the right balance.?Sandra came over to him, standing next to the kitchen table, and hugged him. Her embrace, her lovely smell and the feeling of her slender body against his had always made him feel like he was in heaven, accompanied by an angel.?And what about security?? Frank asked, holding her in his arms. ?Is it safe there? I know they preferably show footage of little c***dren on TV, but many say it?s predominantly young men coming here.??Don?t you worry,? Sandra said, giving him a kiss on his cheek, ?there?s a security service in the facility at all times, and their main post is just outside the classroom. And as for the other issue: one of my classes consists of Syrian mothers and their c***dren and the other of male refugees from sub-Saharan Africa, predominantly Ghana.?The thought of his petite wife being alone in a room with 10 African men suddenly caused concern in Frank, but his wife assured him that her safety was guaranteed by the security team, and they had been instructed to be close by at all lessons.Frank decided not to overthink it all. Women across the country had been volunteering to help refugees for months now, and so far, Frank hadn?t heard of any major incident about a volunteer worker and a refugee in one of the facilities.Sandra remained in a particularly good mood for the rest of the day. She was always coming up with new ideas what to teach and how to do it, and eventually, the omnipresence of the refugee topic started to annoy Frank a little. That?s why he was especially glad when they were finally lying in bed, having great sex. Not only was it particularly good that night since Sandra?s overall excitement hadn?t diminished, but making his wife moan from the thrusts of his cock also prevented her from going on about that one subject. Sandra was on all fours with her head resting on a pillow and her firm butt raised high in the air as Frank was pounding her vigorously, causing her full, C-Cup breasts to bounce back and forth. Although he didn?t have the biggest cock, he found it easy to make his wife cum using the right technique at the right moment. Pulling her long, red hair, which was bound together to a ponytail, backwards, Frank released all of his cum into the condom he had to use since Sandra didn?t really like other forms of birth control.The next day was a Thursday. It came and passed just as normally as any other. After work, Frank left the local high school, went home and prepared some lessons for next week. He had sent Sara a message whishing her good luck with her first lesson and telling her there would be her favorite dish from the Chinese delivery service waiting for her when she would return.The delivery guy had just left, and Frank had just finished setting up the table for dinner, when Sandra came back. She put all the bags with her teaching material on the floor, got out of her coat and greeted her husband with a kiss.?Hi darling,? Frank said. ?How was it? Are you alright???Hey, my love,? Sandra answered, ?it was very good! I?d like to tell you all about it later though, because I?m literally starving!?They didn?t waste any time, sat down at the table in the living-room and enjoyed their meals. Sandra was wearing a casual outfit consisting of a dark green blouse, blue skinny jeans and white sneakers. Her lovely red hair had been bound to a ponytail again.Sandra really must have been starving, because she finished her meal before Frank did, which ? at least to Frank?s knowledge ? was a first.Finally, she told him everything about her first day. She had taught the class with the African men. Most of them had a rudimentary knowledge of English and practically didn?t know any German except for the most basic words like ?Hallo? or ?Danke?. They had been living at the refugee center for 3 months and hadn?t seen any German instructor or anything like it until Sandra came. Sandra told Frank it was a very positive surprise for her to find all her students to be very polite and attentive. Although she had to admit that at first, it was a strange feeling to stand in front of those black, exotically-looking men, she quickly felt quite comfortable around them and was sure she?d be able to get them to a decent level of German in a few months. The only little downer for her was the fact that the other class with Syrian mothers and c***dren had been cancelled, because there just hadn?t been enough participants. Frank was glad that everything was going smoothly, and over the next two weeks, that impression he got was confirmed by Sandra?s reports about the good atmosphere with her new students and the eagerness with which they seemed to be willing to learn the language.The next week came, and on Monday evening (Sandra was giving class sarıyer escort every Monday and Thursday evening), Frank was lying on the couch, waiting for Sandra. He had had Dinner by himself, because Sandra had called and told him she would be having dinner with her students since they had prepared some typically African meals they wanted her to taste after dinner as a thank you for her efforts.Frank looked up when he finally heard Sandra enter the house and enter the living-room. In her hand, she was carrying a red rose.?Hi honey,? Frank said, giving Sandra a questioning look upon catching sight of the flower.?Hi, love,? Sandra said. She must have interpreted his view correctly, because she went straight on, ?I know this looks strange, and trust me, it really does feel so too!??Why would you say that?? Frank went on with a teasing tone. ?Because a wife returns to her husband in the evening, carrying a rose after a dinner date with ten other men?? He was trying to sound as confident and fun as possible while he was dying inside to know what that was about.Sandra sat down next to him and took off her coat. She was still wearing her usual teaching outfit like on the first day with her blouse buttoned up, revealing almost none cleavage at all.?This was a gift,? Sandra started to explain. ?A gift from Abam.??Abam,? Frank raised an eyebrow. ?I?ve never heard of him.??He?s a 24-year-old refugee from Ghana,? Sandra said. ?He?s come to Europe, because he didn?t have any family in Ghana and he got into trouble with the local police. He said that he then had to flee the country, because he feared he would never be allowed to live without harassment, because of the corruption there. So he opted to seek his happiness in a rich country.??Alright,? Frank said, sensing a little tension in his wife ?that explains why he?s here, but not why that rose is in your hand.??Well, I?ve got it in my hand, because after this evening?s African dinner ? which was amazing, by the way, - Abam ran after me when I was returning to my car. He was carrying this rose and handed it to me. He? He told me that he wanted to express his gratitude and that?? Sandra paused, ?that he wanted to give me something special because I was the most beautiful woman for him??Sandra looked at Frank, biting her lip. He knew it made her feel uncomfortable and she was trying to explain it all without making him upset. Should he be? Should he really be upset about a man that was about five years younger than them presenting his wife with a single rose? Just because he seemed to have a little crush on her like the crushes many students have on their teachers?Frank laughed and gave his wife a kiss on her forehead. ?Well, I can?t blame that poor guy for telling the truth. You truly are the most beautiful woman there is.?Sandra smiled. ?I?d hoped you wouldn?t make a fuzz about this, thank you.??No worries,? Frank gave her a wink. ?So, how was the kiss then???Kiss?!? Sandra asked, obviously in shock.?Yeah, the kiss,? Frank calmly went on, ?when a date ends, and the girl gets flowers, there?s a kiss, right???We didn?t do anything of the sort!? Sandra blasted out.It wasn?t until Frank started laughing that she understood he was making a joke. ?Haha, very funny!? Sandra hissed. ?Maybe I should really kiss him, if this happens again. Maybe you won?t make fun of me then!? With that, she got up and stormed off to the bedroom.When Frank finally got to bed half an hour later, he found Sandra lying on her back and still awake, dressed in a short, white nightgown, revealing a lot of cleavage. He stripped down to his boxers and joined her.?Are you still mad, darling?? Frank asked her.?No, silly,? Sandra laughed, ?but you always know how to push my buttons! I?m still so glad that you reacted so cool about this. Speaking of the students: I have to tell you something else though, and that?s a real bummer.??Hit me,? Frank said and sat up.?You know, Anna?s teaching refugee?s too, right?? Sandra began to which Frank nodded. ?Well, Abam told me that she?s been having affairs with at least two of her African students???Hold on!? Frank interjected, ?She?s been having sex with those refugees???Yep,? Sandra went on, ?I couldn?t believe it myself. However, lucky as I am, I encountered her on the way to my car. We said hi, and she told me she had prepared something in another classroom. You know me, I can?t beat around the bush.? Frank laughingly nodded. ?And so I just asked her if what I?d heard was true, and she said yes.??Dear lord,? Frank couldn?t believe it, ?why on Earth would she do that? She?s married and has two k**s, for God?s sake! Why the hell would she risk that for some ordinary sex?!??Well, she confessed to me that she just succumbed to the constant and very romantic advances of those students,? Sandra seemingly tried to defend her colleague. ?I mean, they surely know how to flirt with women and make them feel super special and important. Maybe she?s just given in in a moment of weakness and doesn?t know how to get out??Frank looked at his wife curiously, ?Am I mistaken, or are you actually defending that woman?s cheating???No, not in the slightest!? Sandra protested. ?I?m just trying to understand, not to defend. I?d never allow myself to give in to such advances, especially not behind your back!??So you?re saying you like those advances?? Frank asked suspiciously. ?No? I mean, ?Sandra said, ?every woman likes to get positive attention like roses or compliments. However, I?d never act on that!?Frank felt the sincerity in his wife and decided not to push it further. ?I believe you, darling,? he said, ?and I?m not mad about the rose or anything. Just promise me to be careful, alright? Especially around this Adam guy.??It?s Abam,? Sandra corrected him, ?but thank you, honey! I wouldn?t ever betray your trust!?They kissed each other good night and went to sleep. While Sandra?s deep breathing could be heard quite fast, Frank was having trouble falling asleep. He couldn?t get the image of that Anna having sex with a tall, African guy out of his head. He soon found himself getting hard, imagining whether it was true what they said about black men and their cock sizes. His mind wandered to his wife and that Abam. How did he look like? He couldn?t picture him, so his mind presented him with a tall and muscular black man wearing jeans and a white shirt. His head was crowned with curly, black hair and he was holding flowers in his hands, presenting them to Sandra, standing there with an open blouse.Frank started to masturbate as his mind went on to show him how Sandra was there, bent over a desk with Aba, standing behind her. He had pulled down her jeans and panties, and he was fucking her. In Sandra?s hand, there was a red rose. Frank suddenly came hard inside his boxers. Experiencing pure post-orgasm clarity, he immediately felt ashamed for what he had just thought about, took off his wet underwear and went to sleep.Two weeks went by, and nothing special had happened. Their everyday life continued and business as usual had taken over once more. However, Frank couldn?t get the image of Anna or his wife having sex with a black man out of his head. It even went so far as to urge him to masturbate to it daily. When the images in his head weren?t enough for him anymore, Frank even went a step further and began watching amateur interracial sex videos online while jacking off.His newly-found appetite for sex, however, wasn?t only beneficial for him but for Sandra also. She seemed to gladly welcome the frequent rate of sex, not knowing about her husband?s motivation.This went on until that fateful night in February, when Sandra came home late from teaching at the refugee center. After she had joined Frank in bed, she was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. Frank, immediately aware that something must have happened, asked her, ?Darling, what?s wrong??Sandra kept looking up. ?Do you remember me talking about celebrating Ebo?s birthday this evening???Yeah, I do,? Frank said, ?you said you were all having a little celebration with him. You even brought some beer. What happened???We did celebrate,? Sandra continued. ?We had some food, some beer, the atmosphere was very friendly. And then we danced. I showed them some esenyurt escort typical European dances at first. It was rather funny, because they would always dance with each other after I had showed them how. But then?? Sandra exhaled, ?then they insisted on showing me some African dancing. It was very cool, rhythmical, with quite some movement in the hips and so on?.?Frank was hanging on her every word, simultaneously loving and hating where this all was going. Of course he was jealous, but he also felt some strange arousal, fed by his current fantasies, making his cock grow.?Then I danced with Abam,? Sandra paused again. ?You know Abam seems to like me even more than the others, and after two beers he was quite tipsy already. His hands constantly wandered down to touch my butt. I tried to remove them several times, but eventually, I just gave up and let them remain there. That wasn?t all though? He was constantly grinding his? thing? into me, and it just grew and grew! As soon as the dance was over, I excused myself and said goodbye to everyone??Sandra turned her head and looked directly into his eyes, seemingly pleading for a response.Frank knew the obvious reaction should have been being upset and angry. He should have told Sandra to stop that refugee stuff, because as things were, it was a recipe for disaster. There was a tiny but grave problem, though: Frank?s cock. It had come alive, and it didn?t mind that events at all. On the contrary: it wanted more.Frank moved closer to his wife and before she knew it, his hand had found a way inside her jeans and onto her panties. She gasped has his probing fingers didn?t only find a wet spot but her panties drenched in her juices.?Now look at that,? Frank looked Sandra in the eyes as his fingers pushed her panties aside and touched her dripping pussy, ?you enjoyed that dance with Abam, didn?t you??Sandra seemed to protest, but her lower body quickly obeyed the command of her husband?s invading fingers. ?I? I?,? she stammered, ?I might have gotten a little excited.?Sandra moaned loudly when two of his fingers entered her. ?You liked his cock against your crotch, didn?t you?? Frank went on.?Oh my god!? Sandra moaned. ?Yeah, it felt good.?Frank used his free hand to slip out of his boxers, revealing his erection. He placed his wife?s hand around his throbbing flesh.?Was it bigger than mine?? he whispered in her ear.?It was,? Sandra exhaled as she started jacking her husband off. ?It felt much bigger through his trousers!?Hearing his wife confess that made Frank even wilder. ?Do you want so see what they do with such cocks???What do you mean?? Sandra moaned as Frank touched her sweet spot.Frank, driven by lust, let go of his turned on wife and got the laptop from the desk, turned it on and placed it before his wife. He quickly found his favorite video, a clip of an amateur wife fucking a black lover in a hotel room, and clicked on play. Having done that, Frank took off Sandra?s jeans and panties, lay behind her and started finger-fucking her again.?Oh my sweet lord,? Sandra hissed when she saw the mighty black cock disappear in the white woman?s pussy, ?how can she take that???That probably is the reason why your colleague Anna can?t resist her lovers,? Frank whispered rolling a condom over his cock with his free hand.After gently pushing Sandra on her side, he entered her pussy in an instant. Never before had that happened that quickly.?Oh god, Frank,? Sandra moaned, ?that?s so naughty!? Her eyes were focused on the couple fucking on the screen. Frank knew what they were doing could lead them on very thin ice, but he just couldn?t control himself anymore.?I know this Abam wants to do this to you,? Frank said, giving his wife a hard thrust, which caused her to moan. ?He wants to fuck you like the guy in this video.?Sandra didn?t respond but started moving her hips to meet my thrusts with more force. ?Do you think you could take it?? Frank whispered in his wife?s ear. ?Do you think you could take such a big, African cock?? He slowed the pace to prevent him from cumming right at that moment.?Mmmm, honey,? Sandra said and bit her lip in an obviously aroused manner, ?I don?t know. I?d have to find out.??If you had my permission,? Frank went on as he resumed fucking her faster, ?would you like to find out??Sandra?s breathing was now quick and heavy and her moans grew deeper and deeper.?Do?Uh! Do you give me your permission?? Sandra managed to say, obviously just seconds away from cumming.?Yes, my darling!? Frank managed to say, ?You have my permission!?Never before had that happened. Never before had Frank and Sandra had an orgasm at the exact same moment. As his wife?s body began to tremble and shake from what Frank assumed to be the most intense climax he had ever given her, his throbbing cock unleashed a mighty load of cum inside the condom.It took them both several minutes to recover from their climaxes. Frank had withdrawn his cock from his wife?s pussy, turned her on her back and let her lay her head on his chest. Their breathing synchronized and a feeling of deep relaxation was expanding within Frank?s body.?Frank,? Sandra said after what seemed to be ages, ?what are we doing? Do you really? Do you really give me permission to? do intimate stuff with my students? And do you really WANT me to do it??Frank left his gaze focused at the ceiling, carefully avoiding any eye-contact with his wife. He remembered what he had said, and he was ashamed of it. However, now Pandora?s box had been opened, and he had to deal with it. Knowing he and their marriage were standing at a crossroads, there could be only two alternatives: Telling her the truth or burying his fantasy forever. ?Yes,? Frank said.?Yes, what?? Sandra immediately asked. Frank could feel her anxiousness.?Yes, I want you to explore this? topic further?? Frank said, immediately getting goosebumps after saying it.It had been said. It had happened. Frank had known all the while that revealing his new fantasies to his wife could bear immense and severe consequences for both them and their marriage, but there they were. Neither of them was able to go to sleep so they talked. Frank revealed his dark thoughts, the images of Sandra with a black man and how much it turned him on. Sandra, on the other hand, confessed that there were times indeed when she felt attracted to Abam at least, and that she had had one or two little thoughts about what an affair like those of Anna would feel like.They both agreed that they were going to let all of that sink in and have another talk before either of them would take any step in any direction. Frank knew his wife loved him more than anything, and he felt the same for her. Keeping that love intact was going to be paramount and the main consideration behind anything that was going to happen or not.Several days passed. Although Sandra hadn?t brought up the topic anymore, Frank was absolutely sure it had to occupy her mind just as much as his. In fact, he even had difficulties to really focus on anything else. Even at school he had to think about Sandra being with a black guy from time to time, not allowing him to stand up in class in order to keep his erection hidden.The next Thursday arrived. Sandra came back home on time for dinner. The fact that she complemented him for the great salmon steak with cooked vegetables made Frank quite happy. It had been the first time in a while that he actually cooked a proper diner. One of the highlights, however, was the whine: Although Frank knew that a white wine should be chosen with fish, but he knew Sandra?s absolute favorite was Spanish rioja, so he had bought two particularly good bottles. It didn?t take them long to finish the first, and right after dinner, they had already emptied the first half of the second one. Frank welcomed the calming and comforting effects the alcohol was bringing him.?Alright, darling, I don?t know if now?s the right time, but maybe we could have that little talk we agreed on a few days ago. You know, the talk about what would happen now? Or not happen!? Sandra started the conversation Frank had so long been dreading and looking forward to at the same time.?Yeah, we definitely should talk things through,? Frank agreed. ?It?s always good to be on the safe side.? He quickly got avrupa yakası escort the dishes into the kitchen, poured them some more wine and sat down just opposite to his wife with his hands folded in front of his head.Sandra took another sip from the wine. ?Well, I guess I just ask right away: Are you okay with me ? and I really can?t believe I?m asking this ? engaging in more than just friendly interactions with one or more of my new students??Frank?s heart was pounding so heavily that he almost felt it was going to jump right out of his chest. This was it. It was the final stage where he could stop it all. He could end it with a few words.?Yes?? Frank herd himself speak like he was a listener sitting next to the married couple. ?Yes, you can do that.?Sandra gulped. ?Okay. And you?re also okay with you not doing anything outside our marriage? I understand you get excited thinking about me with someone else, but I just couldn?t ever bear knowing you having been intimate with another woman.??I?m perfectly okay with that,? Frank immediately answered. Never had he thought about going astray and never would he. ?And we promise that you and me is the most important thing!? Sandra had tears in her eyes. ?Nothing shall be done against one of our explicit wishes. If either of us wants to end this whole thing, it ends, full stop.??Yes,? Frank agreed. Sandra and Frank were looking at each other. The silence in the room was almost deafening. She was about to say something, but just before she could, Frank came over, lifted her up and pulled off her jeans and panties. He sat her straight on the table before him and undid his belt. Sandra was leaning back on her elbows as Frank let his pants and boxers slide to the ground to reveal his fully-erect cock. He put on a condom from his pocket, moved closer and slid his cock right into his wife?s already soaking pussy. Frank began moaning loudly as he started aggressively pounding into his wife, whose legs he was holding. He looked her directly in the eyes as he was fucking her.?Oh Frank!? Sandra moaned, ?I can?t believe we?re actually doing this!??Neither can I, baby!? Frank said under his heavy breathing, ?It all seems so unreal to me.??What if I told you that Abam has invited me to join them in their room in the refugee center tomorrow night?? Sandra suddenly asked. ?They want to celebrate someone?s birthday. Should I go? Anna and I would be the only white women there?? Sandra bit her lip.The thought of Sandra actually going there and spending leisure time with them, maybe even drinking some alcohol, was a huge turn-on for Frank, still fucking his wife very hard.?Yes?, Frank said, trusting his wife that her students wouldn?t mean any harm, ?go. Have fun and enjoy yourself!?Sandra moaned with pleasure. ?Even though you know something could happen???Yes,? Frank was now pounding her faster, ?maybe I want something to happen.??Even if I decided to sleep with Abam? If I decided to let him put his big, black cock inside of my little, married pussy??Hearing his loving wife talk like that turned Frank on beyond limits. He let go of Sandra?s legs and reached for her hips to pull her body into his with every thrust, thereby maximizing his pleasure.?Oh yes, my darling! You have my permission! Let him take you and own your little, white body!? Frank told Sandra, feeling his orgasm approaching.?You had better go and buy me some XXL-sized condoms, honey,? Sandra suddenly said with a mischievous smirk on her face. ?If I don?t have any tomorrow, I might end up pregnant with a black baby!?Suddenly, Sandra was cumming hard on Frank?s cock, which sent him over the edge as well, and he emptied inside his condom.24 hours could go by in an instant or they can drag on forever and ever. Frank felt the latter, because Friday evening couldn?t arrive fast enough. It was the first night Sandra would go to the refugees with no boundaries that would restrain her in any way. She would go there with a woman having affairs with several of those African men, and she would meet at least one of them who had a real crush on her.Frank got hard thinking about it on his way home from work. At home, he couldn?t sit still and walked up and down the hallway several times. Sandra had announced she wouldn?t be home until seven since she had to supervise a school festival.When she finally came home, Frank greeted her in the hallway and gave her a kiss. ?Wow, have you had alcohol?? Sandra asked with a frown on her face.?Yeah, I had some wine. Do you want some too?? Frank said.?Actually, yes,? She answered. ?I?m a little nervous??Sandra took a few sips, kissed Frank on his cheek and went up to get herself ready. When she came down again after about 20 minutes, Frank felt his throbbing cock trying to penetrate the fabric of his pants. Sandra was wearing a blue top which revealed a decent amount of cleavage, a black, tight skirt which stopped about five inches above her knees, matching bra and panties and shoes with moderate heels. Her hair was open and she had applied a basic level of makeup, highlighting her natural beauty.?How do I look?? Sandra asked with a smile as she was standing before Frank.?Absolutely gorgeous!? Frank answered without a moment of hesitation as he was looking at his lovely wife.Was he really foolish enough to allow his beautiful darling to go to that refugee center all by herself? With the aim of having an affair? Was he crazy?Frank got goosebumps as Sandra walked up to him and embraced him, giving him a passionate, loving kiss.?Any second thoughts, honey?? Sandra?s eyes were inquiring his, apparently looking for any sign to abort it all.Frank shook his head as his erection was pressing into his wife?s crotch. His hands wandered around his wife and cupped both her ass cheeks.?I want you to enjoy yourself tonight,? Frank said, opened her purse and put an XXL-sized condom he had bought on his way home inside. ?Honey, you know I?m not the easy type of girl,? Sandra gave him a wink. ?I probably won?t need it since I usually don?t let a guy sleep with me on our first date.?Hearing his wife talk about having dates and sex almost caused Frank?s hard cock to ruin his pants.?You?ll never know!? he said and kissed Sandra on the forehead as the taxi honked outside. ?And now go! And have fun!?Sandra smiled at him and went outside. He closed the door behind her and waited until the taxi had driven off. The point of no return had been passed.The next couple of hours were the most stressful, challenging and tormenting ones Frank had ever had to endure in his entire life. As he was waiting for Sandra to finally return, he imagined what she might be doing. Was she just sitting there, talking to people? Was she kissing a black man in the hallway, apart from the others? Was she openly snuggling with Abam in front of Anna, who would ask uncomfortable questions? Was she having sex right now? Question after question invaded his mind, until Frank, with the help of a little whisky, finally doze off in the armchair in the living room.There was a noise. Frank opened his eyes. A quick glance at the watch told him it was one o?clock in the morning. He quickly realized that what he was hearing was the sound of a key opening the front door. Sandra was back!As fast as he could, Frank rose from the armchair and ran back into the hallway. He arrived just in time to welcome his wife entering the house.Something was different. The woman in front of him was not the same woman he had said goodbye to a few hours ago. Her hair was windswept, the lipstick was gone and her mascara had been smeared. She was just standing there, her head lowered to the side, and with a grin on her face as she was looking at Frank from the corner of her eye. He could smell the alcohol from her breath.Frank took a step closer to Sandra and put his hands on her shoulders.?Are you alright, honey?? he asked her.Sandra looked up at him and nodded with a slight, tipsy smile.?Did something happen??Sandra bit her lip and nodded again, a mischievous grin now covering her mouth.?Oh god, darling!? Frank almost cried out in joy, pulled his wife close to him and gave her a passionate kiss as he put his hands down to cup her lovely ass.While Sandra gladly returned his kiss, Frank immediately noticed two things. The first thing was that his hands couldn?t feel the panties through the fabric of her skirt. She had taken them off! The second thing was that the taste of his wife?s mouth was different to the one Frank was so familiar with. She tasted a little funny. She tasted salty!Frank broke from the kiss and looked his wife in the eyes.?Do you still have the condom?? Sandra bit her lip again and shook her head.