Mandy held the magazine in her hands, but her eyes did not focus on the page. She was thinking about the switch she had pulled. Glancing guiltily at Stan, she wondered if she had done the right thing. So far, everything had been super. She couldn't have asked for a better husband substitute.
Stan didn't continually paw at her body like her husband did. She thought that Charlie was some sort of sex fiend, the way he always wanted to screw. Mandy shivered a little, thinking of the long nights she had spent lying awake, next to her husband, worrying about him. He would wake up in the middle of the night and want to fuck then and there.
She liked to sleep; he liked to fuck. They simply couldn't get together on timing.
She loved Charlie, but she was going out of her head with him. Stan was a lot more laid back and sedate. He watched television and didn't bother her.
But it was wrong to fool both men like this. She and Candy had been switching identities on and off since junior high school. It had worked so perfectly for them, then.
Mandy thought that Candy had handed her all of the dates she thought would be dull. Mandy didn't mind that, then. She wasn't as highly sex driven as her twin. But this husband swapping scheme could get out of hand.
The blonde woman began to think that, if things were ideal with her and Stan, how was Candy doing with Charlie? Mandy shuddered harder at that. She guessed that they were in bed right now, fucking like rabbits. At least they were enjoying themselves and not inflicting their lewd, perverted drives on others more normal than they, she guessed.
"How about bed, dear?" asked Stan.
Mandy tensed. Whenever Charlie said that, he really meant: "let's fuck". She tried to calm down.
Her heart was pounding hard, and she knew her tits were rising and falling heavily under the thin robe she wore. That would have been a sure sign for Charlie to come and rape her. But Stan only peered at her, his forehead wrinkling with puzzlement.
"Anything wrong? You look uptight."
"No, nothing, Stan," she said.
Mandy wondered what Candy would have said. Would her sister have made a snappy comeback? She had an acid tongue when she set her mind to it, as she often did. But that wasn't Mandy's style. She wasn't her sister, and never would be like her.
"You've been so quiet. You're not coming down with the flu or anything, are you? You seem so… hesitant. That's not like you. You're usually the go-getter in the family," Stan offered, trying to coax her into talking.
"Oh, that I am," she said, nodding slowly. "It's just that I'm worn out. Would you mind if we didn't get it on? I mean when we get to bed?" She was almost afraid to hear his answer.
"Nope, not at all. I've had a rough day. But that's not like you at all. You can't get enough, usually."
His eyes moved over her trim figure. Mandy worried that he might find some little mole or spot that would instantly betray her. She had no idea where all of her twin's birthmarks were. As kids they compared, but that had been so long ago.
"You're as beautiful as ever, but, you, know what? I think you're even more attractive, now that you're not pushing yourself on me. I like a discreet woman, not the sex-starved bitch type."
"Thanks," she said.
"No, I mean it. I wasn't being sarcastic. I know you like to screw, but I'm usually worn, out from work."
"Let's go to bed," Mandy said, wanting to change the subject before he got off into areas she couldn't possibly know anything about. What did Candy and Stan actually do in bed? Did they have favorite positions.
Mandy was sure she could cope with anything. Charlie had fucked her in just about every physically possible position. Her joints still ached from some of the bizarre things he had done to her while they fucked.
She was positive she could match her sister in that regard.
But Stan didn't make a play for her at all. He kissed her solemnly, then began to undress. No forced attentions, nothing. For an instant Mandy was a bit outraged. She had a great body, and he was ignoring her!
Then she realized this was more in line with the actions of what she thought was a normally sexed man. She had been conditioned to expect a pass at every single opportunity from Charlie. He was insatiable. He would fuck her, go limp and then impatiently watch the clock until he got another hard-on, so he could fuck her again.
Stan simply wanted to go to bed, to sleep. Mandy watched with amazement as the man crawled between the crisp white sheets and rolled onto his side. She didn't understand the conflicts raging inside of her. This was what she wanted, and yet she felt she was missing something by not having hard, probing prick shoved forcefully into her unwilling cunt.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water gushed down in a fine spray. Shivering with delight as she stood under the water, she began to soap her body.
It was a very good body, she knew. She soaped her tits, cupping them in her hands. The firm, high mounds of titflesh turned a lusty pink under the impact of the hot water. Her nipples were hardening, as if with lust, and she pressed her fingertips into them. She sighed as the surge of delight knifed through her chest. This was soothing, comforting and, at the same time, it aroused her.
She continued to soap her lithe, trim body, allowing the smooth flesh to ripple under her fingers. When she came to her curly-haired crotch, she hesitated. It had never seemed right to her when she played with her cunt. Masturbation was something only sick people did, she thought.
But she did feel good when she did it, she knew.
The water comforted her, and her fingers dipped lower. She began to rub her stiffened fingers across her cunt lips. The pink flaps of pussy flesh were pulsing under the stinging impact of the hot water. She caressed herself until her cunt popped out of its nest.
Taking the tiny nubbin of flesh between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled it around. An electric-like jolt blasted into her body. She involuntarily cried out. Biting her lower lip to prevent further outcries, she began to diddle herself as fast as she could. Her cunt throbbed lustily as she stroked it from the base all the way to the pointy tip. The pleasure she got from this simple motion caused her to cry out again.
"Please, dear God give me strength to stop," she moaned. "Don't let me do this terrible thing to myself!"
But she loved the sensations rippling through her body too much to stop. She felt sinful, but there was no stopping her finger as it stroked the puffy edge of her cunt lips and then pried its way to the mouth of her cunt hole. The middle finger dipped into her pussy.
She came.
Her world exploded and spun wildly around her. She had to reach out and grip the edge of the shower stall. Otherwise she would have fallen down. Her legs had turned rubbery and her insides quivered like a bowl of Jell-O in an earthquake.
The soap skittered around on the floor of the stall as her feet kicked out. She sobbed and stuck her head under the rush of the water. The heat only added to her intense sexual come. She shuddered again and again, then slowly relaxed. The orgasm had struck her harder than any she had ever experienced.
If this was what Candy got from fucking, Mandy could understand her sister's single minded drive to fuck. But this was a fluke. Fucking wasn't like this all the time. It couldn't be. It felt too good.
She reluctantly got out of the shower, feeling as if she were leaving something important behind. Toweling off was a sexual turn-on for her. She had never realized how sensitive her nipples became after a climax. Cupping her tits in her damp hands, she squeezed and played with herself until she got off again. This come wasn't as intense, but it soothed her afterwards. She felt at ease, at peace with the world. It was a great sensation.
She pulled the robe around her naked body and went out to the bedroom. Stan was already asleep. Again, she felt a pang of regret. Making it with him would be so different from fucking with Charlie. She tossed the thin robe aside and crawled into bed.
Mandy stiffened. She had no idea if her sister wore a nightie to bed or not. She should have looked through the drawers in the dresser. But even this wasn't definite proof. If Stan woke up, rolled over and felt naked flesh, he might get suspicious.
But she couldn't call up Candy and ask her what she wore.
Charlie insisted she always strip bare-ass naked and sleep that way. He liked to fondle her bare tits and stroke her soft flesh. In a way she enjoyed that, too, but not when it always meant they were going to fuck. If her husband could only stop and just let her rest once in a while.
Mandy realized she was stiff as a board lying there in bed. She was always worried about Charlie waking up and fucking her. Now she was worrying about Stan waking up and not fucking her. It was stupid. She forced herself to relax and soon sleep began to draw her eyelids lower and lower.
Instinctively, she moved closer to Stan. Her hands reached out and found his well-muscled body. He wasn't as strong as Charlie, but she didn't care. He was more gentle. Her hands roved ceaselessly up and down his flank until he stirred and turned over.
"What's the matter?" he grunted, still half asleep.
"Nothing, Stan. Just go back to sleep."
She turned over and faced away from him. But their bodies were pressed close together like two spoons in a kitchen drawer. She snuggled down, enjoying the feel of his hairy body against her soft skin.
His hand fell heavily over her waist. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed. He was going to sleep.
This wasn't the start of an all-night orgy as it would have been with Charlie. Each night, every night, it was the same with her husband. He couldn't get enough. She just hoped that Candy was able to satisfy him.
Anger built in her. Her twin sister and her husband in bed and having fun! It hardly seemed right. She couldn't get Charlie to stop his insatiable fucking, and now her twin was enjoying that cock of his.
She wiggled her ass unconsciously against Stan's groin. The man stirred and mumbled in his sleep, and then she felt his prick begin to rise.
It was a purely unconscious response on the man's part. He might even be having a hell of a wet dream. The thought amused Mandy. And it aroused her at the same time. To have him fuck her while he was still asleep. That was almost a challenge far her. She would be the one in his dream as well as the one on the receiving end of his prick.
Shivering in delicious arousal, she moved her ass in a slow circle next to his crotch. His cock poked harder and harder into her. She reached down between her legs and gripped the turgid pole. Pulling it up to her pussy, the woman hesitated for a second.
She didn't know if she should do this or not. She had enjoyed the comes she had given herself in the shower. The idea that she could actually enjoy sex was almost alien to her. The years with Charlie had taught her that there wasn't anything but insatiable desire connected with sex. But she had enjoyed the orgasm in the shower. And the idea of having Stan fuck her while he was having a wet dream made her all weak and quivery inside.
She pulled harder at his cock and got it firmly lodged against the mouth of her cunt.
And then nature took its course.
"Ummm, God, so lovely. Gotta fuck you. Just gotta," the man moaned out in his sleep. His hips shoved forward, sending his prick surging up into her cunt.
Mandy sobbed. The feelings building up inside her cunt were so different from those she usually felt. She was excited, aroused, ready to fuck now. Her pussy began to dribble put its thick lubricants. Usually it took Charlie a long time to get her wet. Not now Stan, in his sleep, was able to get her more excited than Charlie ever could.
He began to rhythmically fuck her. His hand reached around and gripped her tit firmly. She pressed her hand into the back of his to make sure he didn't leave that tender post. His meaty grip on her boob was enough to thrill her, but the feel of his cock slipping in and lout of her agitated pussy caused her body to go wild.
She began hunching back and ramming her ass into his crotch. She had to get more and more of that wondrous hard prick into her fuck tunnel.
Mandy bit at her lower lip to keep from shouting out her joy. Never had she felt this turned on by a man's cock. The idea that he wasn't using her, that he was only living out the demands of his dream, got to her in a way she couldn't understand. This was sexier for her than a man pawing her tits and making obscene comments.
The couple moved in a smooth rhythm now, his prick shooting all the way up her well-oiled cunt. The slapping movement as they lay on their sides created a lewd sucking noise. Mandy felt it and heard it. She reached down again and began stroking the man's prick as it entered and left her pussy.
She pulled her hand away as if it had been burned. His prick was slippery from her cunt oils. Then she smiled to herself. This felt too damned good for her to pass up. She reached back down between her legs and pressed her fingers firmly into her pinkly scalloped cunt lips on either side of his hard-fucking cock.
Still the motion was relatively gentle and smoothly paced. This was totally unlike the all-out fucking Charlie loved so much. Mandy felt her worries being erased. This was super! Her passions mounted slowly, fed by the slow pace of Stan's cock fucking in and out of her humid depths.
"Ummm, God! So nice! Right outta the movies, a movie star. Blonde and beautiful," muttered Stan.
His hand gripped tighter on her tit. She cried out then, not caring if it woke him up. It didn't. The fucking went on at the same pace as before.
She was trembling all over like a leaf in a wind. The slowness of the fucking teased her. She felt the sexual tensions in her belly mount higher and higher. When the blonde knew she was going to explode from unfulfilled desire, Stan's cock began working faster at her pussy.
"Nice, so niiiice!" he moaned in his sleep.
The tempo of the fucking picked up until he was ramming in and out of her pussy at least as hard as Charlie ever had. But there was a difference. She was ready for it. She was at the point where, she could appreciate the fierce fucking, the hard, grinding strokes that carried him deeper and deeper into her softly yielding cunt.
Her ass cheeks mashed flat against his muscled body. She stroked harder against the sides of his fuck stick as it raced in and out of her cunt. When the man erupted, she came along with him. Their mutual orgasm caused them both to soar through the air, drifting and floating and experiencing the ultimate in human pleasure.
Stan murmured something as his prick slipped flaccid from her clutching cunt hole. She sighed, realizing it was all over.
Then Mandy sat up in bed, surprised at herself. She was actually sorry it was over! She'd never felt that way before. She had always been glad that Charlie had gone limp. She almost wished this could have kept on for a while longer.
Stan woke up. "Honey, is anything wrong?"
"No, everything's fine," Mandy said, meaning it.
"Good," he said dreamily, going back to sleep. "I just had the damnedest, finest dream. Wouldn't want anything to spoil that."
He went to sleep, his arm circling her body, his hand pressing firmly into her snatch.
Mandy loved it, reveled in the contact, before drifting off to a contented sleep.