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Sandy Cohen wandered around another Newpsie party. Of course, it had been Kirsten who had forced him to attend. And now he couldn't even find her. Sandy honestly was not sure how many other places she could be. He had already gone upstairs and checked the bedrooms and bathrooms.

In one room he had come across some lucky 16-year-old getting to second base and although Sandy could easily remember what it was like at that age, he knew he needed to scold them at least a little. So after a warning that their parents could effortlessly catch them, Sandy left the room and continued the search for his blonde. Ironically, a few doors down he came across an adult getting to second base. Sandy just shut the door, turned around, and walked on, not wanting to think about who he had just seen cheating on whoever in that room.

With the search of the upstairs providing no helpful information, Sandy resumed the search downstairs. He entered the kitchen and his eyes were welcomed by Taryn and Julie. Upon his arrival, the women had straightened up a bit but Sandy had grown accustomed to this. Taryn and Julie were Newpsies and were most likely gossiping at something that Sandy would call them on in a heartbeat. Therefore, Sandy thought nothing of their change in body language. Their snickers continued just as a new song began to play outside. It was a slow, classical song; familiar, although Sandy couldn't put a name to it.

Sandy grabbed a cold beer off the counter and once opened, took a quick sip of it. This would be his second of the night, a personal achievement. It seemed to be hard for Sandy to not continually drink at these parties, especially when it was a night when Kirsten couldn't be close because she was 'needed' elsewhere. As the music picked up, Taryn and Julie scoffed loudly in unison. Sandy almost wished he knew what their problem was.

He turned to the ladies and asked politely, "Have either of you seen Kirsten lately?" The drink that Taryn was sipping on nearly came out of her nose. As she choked back to normal, Julie laughed out loud once before answering Sandy.

"She's been dancing for about 30 minutes." Sandy thought about this. He hadn't really been paying that much attention to the music but he knew that it had more or less all been classical, slightly romantic music. The word 'romantic' stuck out in Sandy's mind.

"With who?"

"Herself!" Taryn busted out.

"By herself to this music." Sandy pointed out, not believing her. "How do you manage that?"

Julie simply pointed toward the kitchen window. Sandy hadn't noticed but the 'dance floor' could be seen perfectly from this view point. He was shocked to discover that his wife could also be seen perfectly, dancing with herself.

"Oh, my…" Sandy's mouth hung open slightly and his eyebrows bunched, trying to figure out why his dear wife would be doing this. He bowed his head and slowly shook his head back and forth. "Is she drunk?"

Taryn and Julie giggled their 'yes' to Sandy's question. Sandy looked back up toward Kirsten. It was then that a glimmer of his protective side showed up. There were a few men out there enjoying her drunken display. In addition, it wasn't news to Sandy that his wife was beautiful and desired by many of the men in Newport. Sandy knew that he needed to make his presence known now before anyone even had time to think of something Sandy would have to punch them in the face for.

Sandy exited the kitchen and walked through the back patio toward his blonde bride. He stepped into her line of vision, that is, if she was paying attention, she could see him. However, she was not paying attention and just continued to concentrate on her dancing.

The last thing that Kirsten Cohen remembered was that... well, she actually couldn't remember anything. But at that very moment, it wasn't one of the things that she was concerned about. She certainly wasn't drunk. She was just tipsy and happened to be having a good time on the dance floor, that was all. Or, at least that was what she had managed to convince herself.

As she swayed and grinded on the dance floor, she couldn't help but think that this was probably the best party Taryn Baker has ever thrown. She couldn't remember having such a great time in the presence of Newpsies before. It reminded her of college all over again.

Kirsten giggled and attempted to steady herself as a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks balanced on his hand. She reached out for one, and despite her smashed state, she was able to gracefully get a champagne flute without toppling over the tray. She gave the waiter a flirtatious wink before sipping another drink for the night and dancing again, not realizing that the song had changed from the upbeat tune she was dancing to earlier, to a more classical, romantic instrumental. There obviously wasn't much of a difference for her.

She obviously didn't even realize all the eyes on her, not even knowing that most of them came from the husbands of her fellow Newpsies, the ones who were trapped in loveless marriages that compelled them to attend swinger parties. But even though she was tipsy, and all of these men were flattering her with their admiring gazes, there was still really only one man that she wanted.

Speaking of the man himself, Kirsten found that he was making his way towards her. She broke into a happy, genuine smile and started to make her way towards him, swaying drunkenly as she walked, threatening the champagne in her glass to spill over. She made it to her husband without wasting too much of her drink though. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and trapped his hard, muscled body against her lithe frame. She leaned in to give him a long, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing intimately as it teased his own. Behind the couple, the men wolf-whistled and cheered them on while the Newpsies snickered and giggled as they watched Kirsten Cohen do something completely uncharacteristic... not to mention juicy. They certainly had something to talk about over luncheons in the next few weeks now.

"Baby…" Sandy started slowly. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, baby." Kirsten murmured sexily as they (or rather, Sandy) finally pulled away, not even taking notice of the crowd's eyes on them. She could feel his warm breath flirting against her moist lips as he attempted to recover from the unexpected passion her kiss had to offer. Smiling seductively, she put her lips right next to his ear and whispered, "Wanna dance?"

Sandy smiled that sexy grin at his wife's request. Her drunken kiss had taken his breath away and the whistles it received caused him to chuckle. "I don't know if I know how to do that dance." He said, his eyes giving her an amused glare. He couldn't deny it. Drunk Kirsten was amusing.

Kirsten smiled, letting Sandy's comment pass her by without another thought.

She pulled away from his ear to look at him straight in the eye, and her smile widened at what she saw. Sandy was smiling back at her, that grin she often told him she found really sexy. It always made her flushed all over, knowing that he reserved that seductive smile only for her. It certainly didn't fail her tonight. Kirsten's knees felt weak and her heart started to race.

"Well, there are better things we can do other than dancing." She said suggestively, and without giving her husband a chance to answer, she leaned into his embrace and kissed him once more.

Kirsten let go of the champagne flute, unmindful of how it fell unharmed on the soft grass with a light thud. Her hands immediately seized his tie and began working on loosening it from around his neck, forgetting where they were. She moaned quietly, feeling her body respond to the deep kiss.

Sandy chuckled once again as his wife began to loosen his tie. He kissed her back for a moment before breaking away from her. "Maybe..." He was interrupted by her lips for a moment. "Maybe there's a better place for this."

His hands covered hers and stopped the tie from coming all the way off. Snickers could be heard coming from the men and the women surrounding.

"Hmm... maybe." Kirsten considered for a moment, but she wasn't giving up that easily. Smiling haphazardly, her hands moved past his tie and began working on the buttons of the polo shirt he wore beneath his suit jacket.

"But there's no better time for this." She pointed out as one by one his buttons came undone. She kissed him again, this time with a renewed desperation fueled by the alcohol. "I really want you now." Kirsten murmured, arching her body against his.

Kirsten knew very well that Sandy could not resist her. "Well, in that case, how about I take you home?" Sandy looked around and noticed people staring at them. He leaned down by her ear so only she could hear him. "And do ungodly things to you?" He said in a low, raspy voice.

Kirsten moaned at the whispered sentiment. His voice sent shivers down her spine, and the thought of her husband doing naughty things to her made her incredibly aroused. She could feel it in her underwear.

"Sandy," she protested breathlessly. "I can't wait for us to get home. I'm really... horny and... wet and... ready for you." Her words came out in a slurred whisper, punctuated with hungry kisses, as she leaned against him, letting him feel her hardened nipples against his chest. Sneakily, she reached down in between their bodies and fondled his cock through his slacks.

"Kirstennn..." Sandy hissed at her as she grabbed him through his pants. He had already begun to grow as he heard naughty things come out of her mouth.

"We need to get home. That was we can start the ungodliness and not have to stop!" He whispered coarsely into her ear. His hand grabbed hers roughly and ripped it away from him.

"Although, you are getting ahead of me. Arousing me in public where you have no intention of giving me what I want is very ungodly!" He turned them and began walking them toward the front door. He was forced to walk behind her to hide the small tent in his pants. Sandy's hands stayed on Kirsten's hips, helping her stay steady on her feet.

Kirsten closed her eyes and laughed delightedly, attracting the attention of the couples who had gone back to their own business. They thought she was amusing at first, but some of them were beginning to get annoyed at the drunken Newpsie.

She tipped her head backward and rested it on Sandy's shoulder as he walked behind her. She could feel his hardness against her ass, and she pushed back against it, teasing him and arousing him further. She moaned into his neck and grinned.

"Mmm, you smell so good." Kirsten commented, kissing the skin that she could reach.

Sandy smiled at her. "I always smell better when you're drunk." He chuckled and kissed her faintly. She said that every time she had too much to drink. Sandy moaned quietly at the added pressure to his manhood.

Suddenly, a thought came into mind and she spun around in his arms. "We have to say goodbye to Taryn and Julie!" She shrieked. At the same time, she swayed on the spot and lost her balance. Her arms flailed, searching for something to hold on to avoid completely falling over.

He groaned loudly as Kirsten began flailing looking for Taryn and Julie. "Luckily for us," His words were strained as he tried to keep Kirsten from falling. "They are waiting for us at the front door." Sandy knew that this was going to be interesting. Surely, the two Newpsies were going to put in their two cents.

"They are?" Kirsten said, surprised that she didn't know. She didn't even realize how long it has been since she saw the pair since she and Sandy arrived. She shrugged her surprise off and smiled. "Good!"

Before she could turn back around, she spotted another young waiter serving drinks. Her eyes sparkled at the flutes of wine and immediately caught the man's attention. "Oh, hey!" Kirsten smiled graciously at him as he gave her one of the flutes on his serving tray past Sandy's shoulder.

Before Sandy could stop her from taking another drink, she raised the glass to her lips and tipped it down her mouth. The liquid burned a trail down her throat to her stomach as she gulped it down in one go.

"Kirsten!" Sandy scolded her. "Don't you think you've had enough!" Mentally, Sandy scolded himself. When had he become a father to Kirsten? "For now, at least."

Kirsten pouted at Sandy as she set the empty glass on whatever surface was beside her. She tried to muster up some anger towards her husband for treating her like a child, but she ended up giggling her heart out.

She stepped closer to Sandy and pulled him by his loosened tie. "What if I make sure you don't regret letting me drink that last drink later?" Kirsten suggested before forcefully pulling his head towards her so that she could give him another passionate smooch.

Sandy couldn't help but smile into their kiss. "Very enticing, Mrs. Cohen. Very enticing, indeed." His grin became larger as he noticed her blue eyes dancing and slightly hazy. "You're so cute when you're drunk, you know that?"

"And... what... makes you... say that?" Kirsten wondered, beginning to forget where they were again as she trailed kisses down his neck. Even though she was intoxicated, she still knew where her husband's weakest spots were.

Her hands wrapped themselves around his torso, moving lower and lower until she found his ass. Laughing through the kiss, she squeezed it and brought his lower half close to hers. She smirked at the feel of his semi-aroused manhood against her groin and started to rub against it, creating a pleasurable friction between all the fabrics restricting them.

Upon feeling his groin against his wife's, Sandy let out a low groan. "I really need to get you home." He said mostly to himself. "Or at the very least to the car."

Kirsten just laughed. She continued to lavish her attention on his neck, pushing away his suit jacket to the side for greater access to his skin. She sucked gently on the flesh, no doubt bringing up a bruise to mark him as hers.

Meanwhile, one of her hands found its way between their bodies again. A long finger stroked the length that was slowly becoming prominent between his legs. The other hand continued to grope his ass and pull his hips to hers. Julie and Taryn's guests watched in interest, snickering and giggling to themselves.

Sandy groaned quietly as Kirsten touched him. He tried to keep his eyes open but the pleasure made it difficult for them to cooperate. "C'mon, baby." He whispered as he walked her toward the door. He was done trying to be subtle as they began to leave. There was no sense in attempting the impossible.

"Wait!" Kirsten stopped Sandy from going beyond the front door, tugging him back inside the McMansion. "We have to say good-bye to Julie and Taryn first." She repeated, scanning the foyer for the hosts of the party.

With Sandy's help, they managed to find them huddled in a corner together, thankfully not surrounded by the other Newpsies. Kirsten waved at them and started to make her way over, but could not avoid swaying dangerously as she walked. It seemed to have worsened after the last glass of wine she had. Even with Sandy holding her, it seemed as if every now and then she was about to fall to the floor.

Sandy muttered under his breath as he and Kirsten made their way over toward Taryn and Julie. He watched as the women giggled and whispered. He growled quietly. He really disliked these women and the way they always seemed to be judging Kirsten. True, they judged him, too, but Sandy cared a lot more for Kirsten than he did himself.

Sandy rolled his eyes as he stood before Julie and Taryn with Kirsten as she said her goodbyes. Sandy wasn't paying too much attention, barely being able to wait to get out of this house. Suddenly, he felt a hand creeping back to his groin. Now he was paying attention. He realized that while he had been ignoring them the ladies in front of him had somehow got on the subject of Sandy and Kirsten's sex life.

With Kirsten as drunk as she was, there was no filter on her speech and she was saying anything and everything much to the entertainment of Julie and Taryn. Sandy tried to stop Kirsten from saying much more but that task proved itself to be very difficult.

Unmindful of who she was actually divulging details of their sex life to, Kirsten went on and on, telling Julie and Taryn about this particular time that they were on the beach and they did it in the back of the Range Rover, just as if they were twenty-two and back in Berkeley. One could only hope that this information would not get back to Seth and Ryan.

"You know, our college friends used to say 'if the mail truck's rockin', don't come a-knockin,'" She told the Newpsies, her words becoming more slurred. "Now it could be 'if the Range Rover's rockin', don't come a-ridin'.' Riding, get it?" Kirsten burst into a fit of drunken giggles and eyed her husband seductively.

As if just realizing Sandy was there all along, she leaned against him. "Hey, gorgeous." Her thin lips curled into a winsome grin, her smile widening at what she felt against her ass. She turned back to Julie and Taryn and said, "We should get going. I'd love to stay and chat with you two, but I have a very impatient man waiting for me." Kirsten nudged and winked at Sandy as she said this.

Giving Julie and Taryn a kiss on the cheek, she turned to her husband and laughed again. She pressed herself closer to his body and kissed him hard. If that didn't convince him to hoist her up and take her home to do ungodly things to her, she didn't know what else will. Not that Sandy needed any convincing.

Sandy looked slightly horrified as his wife babbled on. He chuckled to himself and wondered how they had switched. Usually it was Kirsten who was very conservative toward the subject of sex. Well, at least around other people. Sandy, on the other hand, was usually very suggestive.

"C'mon, baby." He whispered into her ear. "Let me take you home." His voice was laced with lust. His hands tightened on her waist.

Kirsten groaned softly as he pulled her closer to him, shivers running down her spine at the lust she could hear in her husband's tone. Her eyes fell closed as she felt herself becoming more aroused and wanting for the evening to really start. She became limp and passive in his arms, waiting for him to make the next move.

"What are you waiting for, then?" Kirsten rasped, leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss that was brimming with promises of where this night was going to take them. She ran her tongue lightly over his bottom lip, desperately begging for more.

Sandy granted his wife's wishes and kissed her back passionately despite being on display. He soon felt his wife's hand gently squeezing his balls. He allowed it for longer than he should have, quietly moaning into her mouth. Instead of removing her palm from where it was, he pressed himself closer to Kirsten as he spoke.

"Well, ladies, as you can see, Kirsten is the impatient one so I better be getting her home." His eyes never left his wife's. "Take care."

At Sandy's words, more snickers could be heard from the Newpsies who were within hearing range. Some of the women began whispering to each other while keeping their interested eyes on Sandy and Kirsten, obviously gossiping about the couple.

Clearly, Kirsten wasn't giving much them much thought, her attentions focused on more important things. However, she found herself smiling wickedly, knowing that she was going to be having more fun than them in just a little while.

"Sandy's really good in bed," She gloated, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Really good, did you hear?" Kirsten laughed drunkenly once more as Sandy kept his arms tightly around her and walked the both of them to the door. "Soooo good."

Sandy smirked at his wife's words and buried his nose and mouth into her neck, nipping at the flesh. "Thank you, baby." He whispered to her. They were the first to leave the party and therefore the only ones outside of the front of the house.

As soon as Sandy had walked them out of the home and closed the door, he quickly slung Kirsten around and spun them into the closest thing to them, the opposite door. Immediately, his tongue was in her mouth, his hand wound in her hair, holding her face to his. He pressed his body fully against hers, making sure she felt what she had done to him. His right hand grabbed her right thigh and held it to his hip, her dress slipping up by her waist. His hand quickly searched out her core. With his fingertips, he lightly felt the wetness he had produced.

Kirsten was taken by surprise when she suddenly found herself pinned to the door and being ravished by Sandy. But almost immediately, the shock wore off and she met his tongue with hers, caressing it in erotic strokes. She moaned into his mouth, while both her hands found their way to his shoulders so that she could hold on to him.

The moment that she felt his fingers teasing her where it mattered, Kirsten broke off from the kiss to let out a cry of ecstasy. Holding on to his shoulders, she lifted her left leg to give him greater access, wanting more. Her back arched against the door as she breathed heavily.

"Sandy," she moaned, pushing against his fingers. Kirsten buried her head in Sandy's neck, biting his skin to prevent a louder moan from escaping her lips. "I'm so close." She mumbled breathlessly. She lifted her head from his neck and glared at him, impatience clouding her delicate features. "Either you fuck me here right now or you take me home."

Sandy looked at his wife with lust filled eyes as she gave him his options. He weighed them and looked from her to where they were.

"Damn it." He cursed. "Get it in the car." He began to pull away from her before taking hold of her waist and pushing her against the door again, grabbing her attention. "And before you say anything, I do have the balls to fuck you here but later on, you'd kill me for it." He smirked wickedly. "Even though it'd be your own fault. You'd be too loud."

Her glare faded into a mischievous smirk. "Well, at least they'd know I was telling the truth when I told them you were good." Both of them knew that it was the alcohol talking. Sandy knew her too well, and he was right. Even if it was going to be hard dealing with the Newpsies from now on after her behavior in the party earlier, she really was going to kill him later on if he took her against this door right now.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders clumsily and leant into him. "Let's go home." Kirsten murmured, her voice softening. She kissed him again. "Have fun." Another kiss, this time more lustful and impatient. "Do ungodly things." She moaned, remembering the feel of his fingers just brushing against her throbbing core. "Fuck."

Sandy chuckled lightly at his wife. Sometimes she was just too easy. "Yes, Mrs. Cohen." He helped steer her toward the Range Rover. He opened her door, put her in her seat, and buckled her in before running to his door, getting in and speeding off. Within minutes they were pulling into their driveway.

"I never thought I would say this but thank God, Taryn is our neighbor."