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Cynthia's Progress
by Rumrunner (rumrunner2001@yahoo.com)
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Mike and Cynthia are a couple who want to spice up their
sex life, so they go on line to meet likeminded couples.
(MF-cpls, bi, slut-wife, swingers)
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Author's Note: This story is an original work of
fiction. It in no way resembles any persons living or
deceased. It is purely a work of fantasy and is intended
for the use of adults only. If you are under the age of
18, or are prohibited by law to have access to such
materials, please stop reading now.
I would love to hear what you all think. Any feedback,
suggestions or criticisms are all welcome and greatly
encouraged. Please, tell me what you think.
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-= Chapter 1 =-
"Sounds like we're on!" I called out to my wife Cynthia.
"What's that Mike?" she asked, coming in to the den. She
was already in her "comfy clothes" for the evening,
wearing just a long t-shirt and her panties.
"I just got an email from them," I told her, knowing
that she would know exactly who "them" was. "We are
going to meet them on Saturday for coffee."
"Wow," she said quietly. "It's really going to happen.
Guess I'm a little bit nervous."
"There's no need to be nervous. Remember this is just a
casual meeting; if we don't like them, or if we just
flat-out change our minds about the whole thing,
nothings set in stone." I hoped that I sounded
reassuring. I knew that Cynthia was a little nervous
about this new direction our sex life was about to take
and I wanted to keep her as relaxed and into it as
possible, because it is something I'd really wanted for
a long time. You see, we just made arrangements to meet
a couple to introduce us to swinging.
Our sex life is not boring, but I have always wanted to
be involved in something a little wilder. Cynthia is a
little more reserved sexually, so I nurtured the idea
with her slowly, first dropping hints, working it so
that it sounded like it was "our" idea, not just mine.
I'd been very patient, it had been a little over two
years now since I first began this process, until this
day when we got the email confirming the time and date
of our first casual meeting with a couple, to see if we
would click.
"Did they send the picture?" Cynthia asked, moving
behind me and looking over my shoulder. Her, long curly
hair brushed against my cheek, smelling a bit like
strawberries.
"Looks like two, actually," I told her. "I haven't
looked yet, thought we would take a look-see together.
And they gave us their first names, too."
This made the exchanges complete. The last email I had
sent them had our first names as well as picture. We had
agreed to exchange revealing-but-clean pics, since we
were really all still strangers, despite exchanging
several emails. Cynthia and I had sent them a picture
that had been taken a few months ago during our vacation
in Cabo. I was sitting in a deck chair by the pool and
Cynthia was leaning over giving me a kiss on the cheek.
It was really the sexiest picture I had ever seen of my
wife, she is wearing a small red bikini and standing in
profile.
It really showed off her legs and angle flattered her A-
cup chest as much as possible. Above all the photo
really showed off her great butt. Cynthia is a rather
petite girl, 5 feet tall, I guess a little less than 100
pounds, but despite her tiny frame she has a terrific
round ass. She always complains that it is too big, but
every guy I've ever met would agree she's got the bet
back-end you could ask for! I was sure this couple --
Marty and Sheila I now knew - would love her, unless
they were major breast enthusiasts.
"Let's see them," she urged me. Was I just being
hopeful, or was that genuine eagerness?
"His name is Marty," I told her, clicking on the
attachment marty.jpg. He was a fit, distinguished
looking guy with grayish hair, about my height (5'10").
He was in a nicely furnished bedroom, sitting up on the
bed with his legs stretched out, wearing a pair of black
silk boxers. I he looked a bit younger than the fifty
years old I knew he was. They are quite a bit older than
Cynthia and I. He is fifty and Sheila is 48, whereas I
am 30 and Cynthia is just 25.
When we were looking for a couple for our first
experience, we were looking for someone experienced in
the swinging lifestyle, but not for a big group
gathering (Cynthia's preference of course, I knew she
would never go for something like that right off the
bat). Marty and Sheila were perfect for us. They had
been swinging for nearly 25 years on and off, they'd
told us, usually establishing a relationship with one or
two other couples, but they had not had been active with
anyone else for about a year and a half.
"He's a pretty good looking guy," I commented. "What do
you think?"
"Do you mean do I think I could screw him?" she asked me
jokingly. "He's certainly attractive... Let's take a
look at the wife."
I opened sheila.jpg. "This must me Sheila," I told her,
stating the obvious. She was very attractive, much
younger looking than I ever would have guessed. She was
sitting on the edge of the same bed Marty had been,
wearing a lacy black panty and bra set. Her nice looking
legs were crossed and she was leaning forward slightly,
revealing a generous display of cleavage and smiling a
devilish smile. She had straight, shoulder length black
hair that sort of curved and framed her face. Overall, a
very sexy image.
"Wow!" Cynthia said. "I'm sure you don't have any
complaints."
I certainly didn't, but I did not want to come off as
too enthusiastic, jealousy at this point would cause a
lot of problem.
"I've got to say, she is attractive," I offered, "for
someone nearly fifty years old."
"I would never have guessed over thirty-five."
"They both could easily pass for much younger than they
are, I am looking forward to meeting them and seeing if
they both look that good in person." Keeping the
referenced to "them", not "her", but I didn't think she
was getting jealous. And besides, I was as anxious to
watch her with another man as I was to be with another
woman myself. Not to mention seeing Cynthia with another
woman.
I was glad to see that she thought Sheila was
attractive. I had traded a few emails with Marty and
Sheila that Cynthia didn't know about. I knew that
Sheila was also into women. I had told them that I would
love to see my wife with a woman, but she had never
shown any interest before. We had all agreed not to say
anything at first and kind of ease her in to the idea.
"Bet you're anxious to get your hands on those big boobs
of hers," Cynthia teased. "I'm guessing about a C-cup,
what do you think?"
She was right, they looked very inviting, and I had made
the same assessment about the size, but didn't want to
seem too gung-ho about them. "You're probably about
right," I said offhand. "But these will always be my
favorites," I told her playfully, turning and sliding my
hands under her t-shirt to cup her braless tits.
"They'd better be!" she said, laughing.
I pulled her onto my lap and started to kiss her. Her
tongue enthusiastically found its way into my mouth and
I slid one hand back up her shirt. Our tongues twirled
around each other as I squeezed her left breast,
engulfing the entire tit in my hand. I could feel her
nipple stiffened against the palm of my hand and I moved
my fingers to gently tug and twist on it. Cynthia moaned
her approval as she kissed me even deeper.
I moved my hand over to her other breast and found that
her right nipple was already hard as rock. I gave it a
firm tweak before I moved my hands to pull her shirt up.
She broke off our kiss and raised her hands over her
head so that I could slip the shirt off. I tossed it to
the side as our kissing resumed. I slid one hand up to
massage her breasts, firmly cupping one in my hand,
squeezing it then teasing the nipple, then I did the
same to the other. She started to massage my chest,
working her hand into my shirt and kneading my pectoral
muscles, sliding her fingers along my chest hair.
I ran my other hand along her smooth, bare thigh. Back
and forth getting it higher all the time. I was teasing
her, never quite bringing my fingers up to her panties.
She was squirming in my lap, slightly rolling her hips
toward my hand.
I started to kiss her neck, and then down her chest.
She had her hand on my head, her fingers in my hair,
pushing me lower and I didn't argue. I sucked one of her
sensitive nipples into my mouth while I pinched the
other with my fingers. She started to let out a low moan
and I sucked harder.
I finally let my hand on her thigh slide all the way up,
pressing against her crotch. She pushed back against me
as I started rubbing her cunt through the thin cotton
material. I tugged it to the side, just enough to let
two of my fingers press against the bare entrance to her
cunt.
She was starting to get wet, and the two fingers slid
slowly inside her. I pumped them in and out of her a few
times, still suckling her breasts, before I took hold of
her panties by the crotch section and started pulling
them off her hips. She reached down and helped,
finishing the job herself and tossing them in the
general direction her t-shirt had flown.
I took a purposefully long, leering gaze across the
beautiful, naked body of my petite wife in my lap. It
has always turned her on to be undressed while I am
fully clothed, a fantasy I have to confess that I don't
mind at all.
Looking her in the eyes and smiling, I slid my hand
along her thigh and cupped my hand over her pussy,
firmly rubbing in circles.
"Pick a number between one and four,"
"Mmmm, three," she answered softly.
I gradually pushed three fingers into her. Barely at
first, only up to the first knuckle. She closed her eyes
and leaned her head back as I started thrusting in and
out, getting deeper and deeper. In a couple of minutes I
could bury my fingers to the hilt with each stroke. She
was getting incredibly hot, grinding her hips against my
hand. Every third or fourth stroke I would stop with my
fingers deep inside her and rub her clit with my thumb
for a few seconds.
I started squeezing her breasts with my free hand,
harder than before. As she gets more turned on, I can be
a little rougher. I pinched one of her nipples tightly
in my fingers, pulling out from her chest. I know she
will complain about her breasts being sore later, but
now a low "oooh yes..." came from her lips.
I could feel my cock, achingly hard against her thighs
and started to feel a little neglected. I took my hand
from between her legs and guided her hand to my crotch.
She didn't take any more coaxing to get the hint and
started stroking me through my pants. I pulled my zipper
down and she deftly slid my stiff member out in the
open. As she jacked me off I pulled her closer to me.
"Are you ready to get fucked?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," she panted quietly.
"I think I missed that," I teased, sliding my finger
back and forth along her wet slit.
She squeezed my cock a little harder as she pumped and
looked me in the eye, smiling. "I wanna get fucked...
Now!" she said in no uncertain terms.
I readjusted her, swinging one leg over me so that she
straddled me. She unbuttoned my pants, and pushes them
about halfway down my thighs before raising herself up
and onto my thick cock.
Pure heaven is the only way to describe the way it feels
when her slippery wet puss slides over my cock. She
started slowly screwing me, gliding up and down the
entire length of my shaft while her tits were in prime
position for my enjoyment. As I squeezed them in both
hands, she fucked me faster, panting and moaning. I
dropped one hand to her clit, rubbing it while she
worked herself on my tool.
"Oh shit!" she moaned, breathing harder as she went
faster and faster, "I'm... I'm... gonna cum... NOWWW!"
I took her nipples in each hand, pinching and twisting
hard, pulling her little tits away from her chest. She
impaled herself on me and stopped there. I could feel
her vaginal muscles spasming around my cock as she came.
Finally, her breathing slowed and she pulled herself
close to me.
"Very, very nice," she whispered in my ear, pausing to
tickle my earlobe.
"Shall I get moving again?"
"Turn around," I told her.
She smiled and lifted herself off my cock and turned,
straddling me again but facing away. Once again, she
lowered herself onto my cock and started pumping up and
down. I put my hands on her wonderful ass, squeezing the
full cheeks as she bounced them on my thighs. I put my
hand on her back and gently pushed her forward. She took
my hint and leaned forward as far as she could. Bent
over, her ass looked even more divine as she fucked
herself on my cock. I started to rise up from the chair,
shoving it behind me eased Cynthia to the floor, never
uncoupling from her. She was down on her knees, arching
her back and stretching her arms over her head, her face
against the carpet. Kneeling behind her, I grabbed hold
of her hips and started giving her a nice hard doggy
style fuck.
Looking down at her beautiful, round ass, I watched my
cock, shiny with all of her juices, pounding
effortlessly in and out of her cunt. A mere inch away,
her puckered asshole beckoned to me, "hands-off"
territory so far. As she loosened up more and more
sexually, I hoped to cross that boundary, too. I
imagined my cock sliding in and out of that tight,
unconquered hole and started giving it to her faster.
Just then the light of the computer monitor caught my
eye and I looked to see the picture of Sheila staring
back at me. I stared into those sexy, digitized eyes
while I screwed my wife, hearing her grunt and moan at
every thrust. My grip on her hips tightened as I gazed
at Sheila's full tits. I imagined kneading them as they
overflowed my hands...sucking on her nipples. I couldn't
hold back any longer, as I plunged faster and faster
into Cynthia and I exploded into orgasm, shooting deep
inside her, the whole time staring at Sheila's picture.
-= Chapter 2 =-
The meeting at the coffee shop had gone well. We had hit
it off and in no time at all were talking like we had
known one another for years, rather than half an hour.
Marty invited us to come out to their place that
Saturday, and Cynthia surprised me by accepting on the
spot. He gave us directions and said to be there around
eight.
I pulled the car to a stop in the driveway.
"Nervous?" I asked my wife with what I hoped was a
reassuring smile.
"A little. Quite a house they've got here, isn't it?"
"A helluva lot more than I expected, that's for sure.
Marty must do pretty well for himself."
We were obviously just making conversation, killing a
little time, although it really was a nice house. Gated
entry, nice high fence around a big yard. The house
itself was 2 stories, and quite impressive.
"It's not too late to back out now," I offered. "We can
just turn the car around and go home."
"No way," she countered. I knew if I hinted she was
chickening out she would show her stubborn streak. "I'm
looking forward to tonight, just a little jittery right
now."
We got out of the car and headed for the front door.
Marty and Sheila hadn't said anything about what we
should wear so we went nice-but-casual. I'd put on some
tan Dockers and a white polo shirt. Cynthia looked
fantastic in a little black cocktail dress. She had her
long, curly blonde hair down and back, the way I always
like it. The dress came about mid thigh with a 4-inch
slit on either side showing the tops of her thigh-high
nylons. It really showed off her great legs, accentuated
as they were with her 3-inch heels. The dress had
spaghetti straps and was low enough in the front that
when she wore one of her Miracle bras, it showed a fair
amount of cleavage. Tonight however, she'd gone braless.
Although it took away the cleavage, I thought the effect
was better; her breasts bounced slightly with every step
and the outline of her nipples was easily discernible if
a slight chill caught her.
We stepped up to the front door and I stopped her as she
reached for the doorbell. Smiling, I pulled her close
and kissed her while giving her ass cheek a playful
squeeze.
"For luck," I chuckled, and then rang the bell.
Marty opened the door, smiling. He was dressed much like
myself, in slacks and a dark blue polo shirt, but I
could tell they probably cost three times as much as
mine had.
"Hi there, Mike, Cynthia," he said in his deep, friendly
bass voice. "Perfect timing, we were just pouring some
cocktails in the den." He gave me a firm handshake, then
took Cynthia's hand and kissed it gently. "You look
absolutely lovely."
She actually giggled over this; both the complement and
the gesture, making Marty smile even wider. "Come on in.
Sheila's been anxious to see you both again."
He led us through the house, towards the back. Cynthia
and I couldn't help but stare a bit as we walked through
the expensively decorated rooms. Marty noticed us
lagging behind him and said. "Quite a place, isn't it? I
can't take any credit. Sheila does all the decorating.
After we have a drink we can give you the full tour."
We walked into the den and I was quite pleased to see
Sheila was dressed even more "casual" than the rest of
us. She had on a white, full-length silk robe, which
hung open, revealing a lacy white baby-doll teddy
underneath. She was standing by the bar on her four-inch
heels stirring a tray of drinks. The bar was a gorgeous,
full size model that looked like it came out of a five
start hotel, with brass everywhere and a huge, full
length mirror behind. Sheila hurried over from the bar
to greet us. She gave Cynthia a hug and told her she
looked terrific. Cynthia returned the compliment,
winking at me so that Sheila wouldn't see.
"Hey there handsome," she said turning to me. I went to
take her hand, as Marty had done with Cynthia, but she
playfully slapped it away. "Don't you dare start picking
up that old coot's affectations!" She told me, then
wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for an
affectionate hug. I could feel her breasts up against my
chest, already causing a slight stir in my pants.
"I've made some drinks," she said, breaking the too
brief embrace. "Considering the warm weather we've been
having, I figured something tropical was appropriate -
Mai Tais!" She handed Cynthia and I each a tall
hurricane glass filled with the fruity drink, then she
and Marty took their own and we all sat down on a large,
white sectional sofa. The two pieces of the couch were
placed against each other at a right angle so that we
only had to turn slightly to be facing one another.
We chatted for a while about everyday things, everything
but why we were all there. I kept catching myself
staring at Sheila, sitting across from me. My eyes
traced her crossed legs from her high-heeled shoes, up
along her calves, across her silky thighs...and her
breasts, with large, dark aureole faintly visible
through the white negligee - they bounced wonderfully on
her chest every time she laughed. She caught me staring
several times. Whenever she did, she would lock her eyes
on mine, smiling seductively, and then make some casual,
sexy move, like uncrossing and recrossing her legs, or
moving her arms just a bit so her robe would open up a
little more.
After half an hour or so, we had finished our drinks.
Marty was sitting closer to Cynthia, his fingertips
absently brushing back and forth on her thigh just above
her knee. I could tell the alcohol was starting to get
to her a bit; she is not much of a drinker. She was a
little flushed in the face and would giggle like a ditzy
cheerleader whenever Marty said anything even remotely
humorous.
"Another round?" Sheila asked.
"Sure," I answered.
"Actually, I'd kind of like that tour of this beautiful
house Marty promised us," Cynthia said.
"I would love to give you a personal, guided tour, if
these two would rather stay for another cocktail," Marty
told her standing and offering his arm. Cynthia took his
arm, wobbling just a bit as she stood, and then they
headed out the door.
Sheila stood up and slid her robe off, then came over
and sat next to me, wrapping her arm around my neck.
"You know, I really didn't want another drink, how about
you?"
"Well," I started, "not really, I-I..." but she cut me
off with a kiss, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.
I kissed her back, brazenly putting my hand on her
thigh. She instantly uncrossed her legs and took my hand
in hers, placing it squarely on her crotch. Rubbing her
pussy through her sheer, silk panties I could feel that
she was already wet, very wet actually. Her hand moved
to my rapidly swelling cock, rubbing it through my pants
until it was felt like it was going to split the seams,
then unzipped my fly and reached her hand in to fish out
my cock.
"Nice," she whispered huskily, breaking our kiss and
looking down at my cock in her hand. "I think you're
bigger than Marty, definitely thicker," she told me,
stroking me and smiling. "Eight inches?"
"Right on the money," I told her, "You're a pretty good
guesser."
"I'm kind of a connoisseur," she laughed, then moved
closer to nibble on my earlobe, still stroking my cock
in her firm grip.
I moved my free hand up to her chest, finally grasping
one of those soft orbs that had been teasing me all
evening. I squeezed her tit in my hand and it was indeed
soft, not the small firm mound of my young wife, but a
beautifully full, heavy breast that inarguably stated:
woman. I kneaded it in my left hand as my right slid her
panties slightly to the side and started to slide a
finger in. I was very surprised when just past the
entrance to her cunt my finger ran in to something that
was not only solid, but also steadily vibrating.
"Oops, guess you caught me," she laughed. "I started a
little before the rest of you all."
"Fine by me," I said, wiggling the vibrator around
inside her with my fingertips.
I figured her pussy was already taken care of, so I
moved my hand up to her other breast. As I cupped her
tits in my hands, she reached up and slid the straps off
her shoulders, letting me easily pull the negligee down
baring her breasts.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Wow," I offered, and I meant it. Full, milky-white
round globes capped by dark, very large nipples, they
sagged on her chest far less than I would have imagined
for a woman her age, or any age for that matter. I took
them in my hands, lifting them slightly and gently
tugging on them, pulling her toward me. She could tell
what I wanted and straddled me burying my face against
her chest. I took one of her nipples in my mouth,
sucking it, flicking it with my tongue. She rubbed her
panty-clad crotch back and forth against my exposed cock
and as she press tightly I could feel the vibrations
from her toy.
She suddenly got off of me and started tugging at my
pants. "These have got to go," she said, and I wasn't
about to argue, instead I kicked my shoes off and lifted
my butt so she could slide my pants off. She knelt in
front of me and wrapped her lips around my cock. She
started sliding her mouth down my shaft when a light
came on outside the curtains.
"Shit," she said. "That's our cue." She got up and
grabbed my pants and her robe, "C'mon."
"What's going on?" I asked, not too alarmed.
"That's the pool light," she answered. "It's Marty's
signal that he is almost done with the tour and he'll be
back in here in a few minutes."
She was at the bar, opening a drawer and removing a key.
"Hurry up," she said playfully, "or we'll miss the
opening act."
I followed her out into the hallway and around the
corner and up a few steps. She approached a narrow door
I had taken for a closet, unlocked it, and ushered me
in. The room we'd entered was fairly small and narrow,
with a large steel cabinet at one end, and a couch in
the middle with an end table on one side. It was facing
a wall covered in a large curtain.
"Have a seat," she said, dropping our clothes she had
carried in a pile, quickly adding her nightie to it. She
sat next to me in nothing but her panties and kissed me,
then pulled my shirt off over my head.
"Might as well be comfortable," she said.
"You, too," I chided reaching for the waistband of her
panties.
She stopped me, though. "I don't want to take these off
quite yet, they help keep the vibrator in."
Seemed like a perfectly good reason to me.
Sheila reached on the side of the end table and I heard
a click, then the curtain slowly slid open. Behind it
was a window, looking into the den where we had just
been entertaining ourselves. It took me a moment to
orient myself, then I realized we were behind the bar.
The huge, antique mirror behind the bar was actually a
two-way mirror.
"Should be any minute now," she said, her hand idly
rubbing my thigh. "Here they are!"
The door to the den opened, and Marty and Cynthia walked
in. They were both smiling and talking. Although I
couldn't hear them, they were quite obviously enjoying
themselves.
"Quite an interesting set-up you have here," I whispered
to Sheila.
"Thanks," she answered, "but there's no need to whisper,
the room is completely soundproof. Which reminds me."
She reached to the end table again, flipping another
switch.
"...another drink?" Marty asked, his voice coming
through a pair of speakers in the corners of our room.
"Sounds good," Cynthia replied, sitting down on the
sofa. Then she giggled and added, "I should be careful,
that last one kind of went to my head!"
"She's awfully tipsy," I said. "She's not much of
drinker, but she's only had the one. I guess she must be
a bit nervous."
"Actually," Sheila said, in a slightly guilty tone, "You
told me at the coffee shop that she was a little nervous
about the whole 'swinging' idea, so I helped her out a
little. I put two shots of rum in the rest of the
drinks, but I gave your wife a third shot. And I used
151 for hers, so it was more like six altogether."
"No wonder she can't stop giggling!" I laughed. Sheila
still looked a little guilty about the subterfuge, so I
added, "That was probably a good idea, I can tell she is
getting pretty flirty without any problems."
I briefly thought that I ought to feel bad about Sheila
tricking Cynthia like that, but the thought passed
quickly. She had come along willing, even a little
anxious, knowing what was on the agenda. The alcohol
would just make it all go smoother.
We watched Marty quickly cut a couple of slices of lime,
then fill two generous shot glasses to the brim with
tequila.
"Oh my God! Is that what I think it is?" laughed Cynthia
as he sat next to her, handing her the glass and the
lime. "I haven't drank tequila in years!"
"It just gets better and better," Marty told her. "Let
me see your wrist."
She extended arm and Marty leaned over and place an
extended kiss on the inside of her wrist. He then
quickly licked the inside of his own wrist and shook
some salt onto it, then onto Cynthia's wrist. With a
drink in one hand and a lime in the other they both went
through ritual I remember so well from college - lick,
drink, suck.
After gulping her drink down, Cynthia quickly shoved the
lime into her mouth, scrunching her face up in a tight
grimace. Calmly taking the lime from his own mouth,
Marty put his hand on her shoulder, smiling.
"You know," he told her softly, "you're even gorgeous
when you make that face."
"Oh, be quiet, you big flirt," she said coyly, taking
the fruit from her mouth and warming at the compliment.
"No really, you are very beautiful. And that dress - wow
is all I can say."
"You really thinks so?" she asked, standing up and
making a show of smoothing the dress, turning a little
this way and that.
"You're wife is quite a little tease," Sheila told me,
grinning while her hand cupped my balls.
"Absolutely," Marty replied, knowing to quickly answer
when a woman is fishing for compliments. "It shows off
your great figure. I'm sure you turn all kinds of heads
whenever you wear it."
"I usually wear a push up bra with it, to give me more
cleavage."
I chuckled out loud. Boy, Cynthia can sure be blunt when
she's drinking, and that tequila made about seven for
her in less than an hour. Her usual limit is three for
the night.
Marty took her shoulders in his hands and held her from
himself at arm's length, brazenly staring at her chest.
"This is really much better," he told her eliciting a
smile from her lips. "Subtle is definitely more sexy,
and the uh... contours I can see, that remind me you
don't have a bra on. Sexy, very sexy."
Cynthia blushed then stepped away, stumbling slightly.
"I think it's a little tight, too," she said turning
around and looking back over her shoulder, still the
tease. "shows my big butt too much."
"Big what?" Marty said with feigned shock. "You, my
dear, have a perfect posterior. Very female. Very
attractive." He placed his hands on her hips.
"'Bout time he made his move!" Sheila commented.
"That's what Mike's always saying," she said softly as
he drew in closer behind her. His hands ran down her
hips then back up a little more inside, stopping with
his hand firmly on her ass.
"Your husband's a smart guy, then," he said. Then he
leaned slowly toward her and kissed her. She did not
draw away at all, instead she very obviously kissed him
back. His arms snaked around her waist and he started
kissing her neck and her ears. She leaned back against
him. His hands dropped to her thighs, then slowly came
up, across her stomach then finally resting on her
breasts. She trembled a bit as he cupped her small
breasts through the thin material of her dress and
tenderly sucked her earlobe.
After a few moments, he turned her around and leaned in
to embrace her and kiss her face-to-face. Unfortunately,
he moved them enough so that his back was to us. Cynthia
had her arms around him, one on his back, the other in
his hair on the back of his head. I could hardly tell
what he was doing, I was pretty sure he had slid one
hand under her dress and was fondling her firm backside,
but that was about it.
"Damn him!" Sheila said, "I hate it when he does that.
Makes me want to bang on the window. He does that just
to screw with us."
"It is kind of frustrating," I agreed, recognizing a
very pleased moan coming from in between my wife's
kisses. "Maybe he's just pissed because he can't see us
at all."
Sheila snickered. "Maybe your right." Then she pulled
her knees onto the sofa and lay down with her head in my
lap. "Let me know if anything interesting starts to
happen."
Then with no more preamble she started sucking my
already hard cock. Man she had an amazing mouth. I was
already thinking of how I was going to tactfully get
Cynthia to take some lessons. I put my arm around her
and took a hold of her breast. I had to smile. A warm,
talented mouth on my cock, a large, soft tit in my hand,
and I was watching my wife make out with another man -
all I had fantasized about and more, and it was all
really just beginning.
The couple in the den stood kissing for a couple of
minutes as Sheila expertly sucked on me. She easily kept
me rock hard, but never let me get too excited. I got
the feeling that if she wanted she could make a blowjob
last for hours, every minute wonderful.
All too soon they broke their kiss and Marty moved
behind her again, both of them facing the mirror. Marty
gazed at her reflection and whispered in ear, probably
telling her how beautiful she looked. She smiled,
looking at herself in the mirror. I grudgingly alerted
Sheila that something was happening and she calmly
turned onto her side, resting her head on my thigh, one
hand reached up and idly continued stroking me.
I tugged mildly on her nipple as Marty put his hands on
my wife's shoulders and slid the straps of her dress
down over her arms. He had obviously unzipped her during
their make-out session, because the dress fell silently
to her feet.
"Stunning," Marty murmured in her ears, all of us gazing
on her nearly naked body. She was now wearing only her
heels, stockings and a lacy black thong, her stiffened
nipples pointing straight out from her small, firm
breasts. She stepped out of the dress and Marty casually
kicked it to the side.
His hands strayed up her chest then lightly pulled her
sensitive tips. She moaned in audible pleasure as he
toyed with her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck,
then a little lower, moving down her back as his hands
moved to her panties. He knelt and slid them down her
legs until she stepped out of them, too.
Wordlessly, Marty stood up in front of her and took her
hands in his, raising them over her head. Cynthia
grinned nervously as Marty leisurely looked up and down
her body. With a slight twist of his wrist he indicated
his desire for her to turn around. With a self-conscious
smile she did a slow pirouette under his approving gaze.
"Nice, tight little body, and a true blonde, too,"
Sheila commented to know one in particular. She still
had one hand lazily fondling my rigid cock, and I
noticed her other hand was under her panties, beginning
to toy with the vibrator buried in her cunt.
"Delicious," Marty told her, taking her head in both his
hands and bending over to kiss her deeply. As her arms
pulled him into an embrace, he slid his hands down to
her breasts, engulfing them in his hands and massaging
them. Soon he eased her to the couch and she sat down,
her face level with the still standing Marty's crotch.
Her hands didn't hesitate to unfasten his belt and lower
his zipper.
"I think Marty's gonna get his dick sucked," I
announced.
"Tough life for him," Sheila said, turning her head to
briefly to run her warm tongue up the length of my cock,
then turning back to watch the show.
Cynthia opened Marty's pants and tugged them, along with
his black silk boxer shorts, down to his ankles. His
cock sprung free, about half erect, pointing straight
out from his body, straight at Cynthia's face. She
wrapped her hand around the base of his long, slender
shaft and took him into her mouth.
Up and down she bobbed, taking him about halfway into
her mouth. He put his hand on her head, balancing
himself to ease his shoes off and step out of his
trousers. She kept sucking him as he began to rock back
and forth, gently thrusting his hips forward. She met
him with her mouth at each stroke, but kept her hand
coiled around the bottom half of his cock, keeping him
from plunging deeper.
"Does she deep throat?" Sheila asked.
"Not yet. I'm hoping to find someone who could teach
her, though," I teased.
She grinned as she looked up at me, "Have anyone in
mind? I suppose you think I know how to do that."
"Just a hunch," I playfully replied.
"You did strike me as a guy with pretty good instincts."
Cynthia definitely had Marty at full mast now, as he
pulled away from her face we could see his the head of
his cock was pointing at the ceiling, glistening from
Cynthia's oral attention. She reclined back on the sofa
and Marty knelt to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
His hand went right to her pussy and started caressing
her lower lips. She must have been pretty wet already;
after only a moment he slid in one, then two fingers.
Her eyes closed and she started breathing deeper as he
buried those fingers into her then began to trace
circles on her clit with his thumb.
Seeing her eyes closed in pleasure, Marty turned his
head toward the mirror and gave us an exaggerated stage
wink. Then he took his hand from her crotch and
repositioned one of her stocking-clad legs up on the
back of the couch and the other on the floor. Kneeling
half on the sofa and half off, he pulled her hips up
toward his and pushed the head of his cock into her wet
pussy. With one slow, hard push he eased his cock into
her until his balls rested against her ass.
"Oh, God yes!" she moaned as their pelvises met.
He pulled back out and the slid back into her again just
as slowly. She arched her back, rolling her hips to meet
him, moaning even louder.
"That's so good," she groaned as he repeated the thrust
a third time. Her hands flailed for his and pulled them
to her chest. He took her firm tits in his hands as he
started pumping her a bit faster. She squeezed on his
hands and he responded in kind, tightly squeezing her
tits. He took her nipples in his fingers and tugging
them as he fucked her harder. Through the speakers we
could hear the wet, sloshing sounds of their sex as he
pounded into her.
She was moaning louder and meeting his hips thrust for
thrust, his hand still clutching her tits. I could tell
she was getting close to cumming. Marty could sense it,
too, and backed off, pulling her closer to him. He
whispered something to her and then lay back on the
sofa. Cynthia crawled on top of him, thrusting her
tongue into his mouth as she lowered herself onto his
cock. As she started humping him he guided her hand to
her crotch and she started rubbing her clit in rhythm
with her hips engulfing his cock.
Marty resumed playing with her tits, teasing and
twisting her hard nipples, kneading her breasts just on
the nice side of rough. She started fucking him faster,
panting and I knew it was just a matter of moments
before she would cum. Marty started thrusting harder up
into her and pinched her breasts in his hands as she
slammed onto him one last time, screaming as her orgasm
hit her.
Entranced with the fantastic scene in front of me, I
almost missed the lower pitched moaning of the women on
my lap, her more subdued grunts mixed with the sounds
coming through the speakers. Sheila had her vibrator
pressed against her clit and she dug her fingers into my
thigh as her she came, just after my wife.
Cynthia collapsed against his chest, trying to catch her
breath, but still grinding her hips on Marty's cock,
conscious of the fact that he still hadn't finished. She
grinned lustily at him as she looked him in the eye,
raising herself up on her arms.
"Almost there," he grunted, inciting her to go a little
faster.
His hips met hers a bit faster, more urgently. Then he
rolled her over until she was sitting up on the sofa
with him beside her. She looked at him a little
confused, not sure what he wanted her to do. His knee on
the couch, he raised himself up a bit and softly put his
hand on her head, staring in her eyes. With a slight
pressure, he pulled her head toward his cock, shining
with her pussy juices.
She hesitated for a second, then opened his mouth and
sucked his cock into her mouth, undoubtedly getting a
taste of her own sex. Marty pulled back, so just the
head of his cock rested in her mouth and with a quick
spasm of his pelvis I could tell he was cumming,
clenching and unclenching his ass each time he squirted,
five times in all. Cynthia visibly swallowed once, then
one more time as he took his dick from her mouth.
"I think it's time to rejoin the party." Sheila was
still panting a bit, but had mostly recovered her
composure. She sat up and laid her vibrator on the end
table, then turned off the speakers and shut the
curtain. I pulled on my pants and she slipped her robe
over her shoulders, not bothering to even tie the sash.
"Don't bother with the shirt," she told me, taking me by
the hand and pulling me out the door.
We walked into the den just as Marty was sitting down
next to Cynthia, his hand stroking her inner thigh. He
had just handed her a drink and was taking a sip of his
own. Marty had finally removed his shirt as was
completely nude. Cynthia still had on the stockings and
heels. She flashed a guilty smile my way as we entered.
"So this is where the party got to!" Sheila teased them.
"I guess we sort of started it without you," Cynthia
said, the intoxicated giggle still in her voice.
"Well then maybe a little catching up is order," Sheila
responded pulling me down on the other part of the
sectional couch with her.
We kissed, burying our tongues in each other's mouths
and my hands instantly went to her tits. Massaging those
soft mounds, I stole a glance over at the other couple.
Cynthia was lying back against Marty, both of them
watching us. His hand had slid up her thigh and was
fingering her cunt.
Sheila unfastened my pants and I helped her out, tugging
them off and dropping them to the floor while she tossed
her robe over the back of the sofa. I lay back on the
sofa, my head towards Cynthia and Marty, while Sheila
stood to pull off her panties.
"Your husband has a marvelous, big cock," she cooed to
Cynthia, taking it in her hand and stroking it a few
times before straddling me on the couch. "It's so long,
and thick, I can't wait for him to fill me up."
"I've never had room to complain," my wife laughingly
agreed. Her breathing was starting to quicken a little
as Marty was working two fingers in and out of her ever-
wetter snatch.
I leaned up and took one of Sheila's full nipples into
my mouth as she reached between her legs to guide me
into her. She was pistoning on my thick cock slowly,
working it in deeper a little at a time, finally taking
it all in at every stroke.
"Ooh, your cock feels so good, stretching me out,
filling my cunt," she said breathily, "yeah, play with
my tits...ooh that feels good, squeezed them, yeah, pull
my nipples."
I definitely didn't need any encouragement to enjoy
myself with those wonderful mams swaying in front of me.
She was truly a great fuck. She rode me with a slight
rolling of her hips and I could feel her well-developed
internal muscles griping my cock. She sped up a bit,
continuing to be constantly vocal, telling me how great
I felt inside her and how great my hands felt on her
tits. Soon I heard another feminine moan, very near my
ear, and turned my head to see that Cynthia was lying
back on their section of the sofa, her head about a foot
from mine; Marty knelt at the end of the couch, his face
buried between her legs.
"I want your husband to fuck me, fuck me hard!" Sheila
panted to Cynthia, "I want him to pound my cunt!" Who
was I to argue?
Sheila got off me and turned around. She climbed onto
the corner of the sofa where the two sections meet,
putting her knees up on the cushions, one leg just next
to Cynthia's head. As I positioned myself behind her I
took a good look at my wife's prone body. Her legs were
spread wide, with one on the back of the chair with her
high-heeled shoe pointing at the ceiling and the other
on the floor; virtually the same pose Marty had fucked
her so well in earlier.
Now he was using his tongue to do the job, sucking and
licking her clit while pumping his fingers rapidly into
her recently-used hole. She was writhing in ecstasy, her
hands caressing her own small breasts with a marked lack
of gentleness. She was hardly aware of our change in
position.
With my hands on her hips, I slid my iron-hard cock
easily to the hilt in Sheila's welcoming cunt. We
immediately had a great rhythm going, Sheila plunging
back against me at each stroke.
"That's it," she breathed, "do me harder. Oh yeah, like
that...fuck yeah...faster...reach up and grab my tits,
Yes! That's fucking great. Cynthia baby, he's giving it
to me so good, oh he's gonna make me cum!"
I was really ramming it into her now, clutching her
bouncing tits as I pounded away at her for all I was
worth literally right in front of my wife's face. She
kept up the dialog, although now it was all directed at
Cynthia, telling her how good I was fucking her, how
great my hands felt squeezing her big tits, how I was
about to make her cum, was Marty eating her pussy real
good, and so on. Cynthia was mostly lost in her own
pleasure, responding in murmurs between her own sounds
enjoyment.
"Feels so good...yeah... fuck her good Mike... make her
cum..."
In no time, Sheila did just that. Her cunt clamped down
hard on my cock, and I could feel her muscles spasming
as she came. Finally, her grip eased enough for me to
start pumping again, resuming the frenzied pace we had
been at before. I could feel my own orgasm building, and
I had no reason to hold back any more.
"Are you ready to cum for me?" Sheila sounded quite out
of breath now. "Yeah, do it. Cynthia, baby, I'm getting
him off, I'm getting him off for you...my pussy...my
tits...I'm getting him off for you..." I was almost
there, "Do you want his cum? Do you want him to cum for
you baby?"
Cynthia's moaned "YES," was as much in response to
Marty's efforts as to Sheila's question. She was nearly
in orgasm herself, with sweat pouring off of her,
puffing in quick, short breaths and grinding her hips
wildly against Marty's tongue and fingers.
But it was enough of an answer for Sheila. Cutting me
off nearly at the last moment she pulled herself away
from me turning quickly to sit next to Cynthia. She took
my slick cock in one hand and gently turned Cynthia's
head to the side with other. She put my cock to my
wife's lips. Her mouth opened reflexively and I exploded
in a massive burst. Sheila milked my cock, guiding each
blast of thick cum deep into Cynthia throat.
"That's it," she told her softly, "Good girl, he's
cumming so hard for you, I made him cum so much for you
baby. Let go, let Marty make you cum, too."
My eruption subsided to a drizzle. Sheila urged me into
Cynthia's pliant mouth. As I slipped my cock passed her
lips, I wondered if she even realized she was tasting
another woman's juices. In and out a few times, then I
ran the length of my softening member along her partly
opened lips.
"Clean him real good... good girl, use your tongue,
that's it, good girl." Sheila told her quietly. I
wondered if it even registered as the long buildup
finally peaked and she came hard, shrieking in pure
bliss then slowly coming down, trembling slightly as she
struggled to catch her breath.
Smoothing her hair, Sheila leaned over and kissed her
tenderly on the forehead. She glanced at Marty as he
stood up and came over to us.
"Looks like you're starting to get old Marty up again,"
she told her, noticing Marty's semi-erect state. "Do you
feel up to seeing if we can get these boys going for
another round?"
Cynthia looked over at Marty, and then gave Sheila a
slightly weak, but encouraging smile.
-= Chapter 3 =-
Wednesday morning, at 9:15, the phone rang on my desk.
"Hi, this is Mike," I answered casually. It was my
direct line, not a transfer from the desk, so I knew it
was either one of my existing clients or a personal
call.
"Hi, Mike, it's Marty," the cheerful voice on the other
end of the line told me, although I'd recognized the
voice right away. "How are you?"
"Good, and yourself?"
"I've been feeling great, to tell you the truth.
Saturday night really invigorated me!"
"Glad to hear it," I laughed, "It's had me feeling
pretty spry myself."
A chuckle from the other end of the line, then, "Hey, I
know your busy and I don't want to interrupt you
working, I just wanted to let you know Sheila and I are
going to be downtown this afternoon and we wondered if
you would be interested in some lunch."
"Sounds great," I told him, "Will one o'clock work for
you?"
"Fine, fine. Do you know Macintosh's? Top floor of the
Northtown Towers?"
"Yeah, that's real close to my building," I'd never been
to the 5-star restaurant before, but I knew it by its
reputation - both for the quality of the food and the
exclusive clientele often mentioned by the society pages
as regulars. "I'll see you there."
***
At five 'til one I stepped off the elevator at the 33rd
floor of the Northtown Towers hotel, the top floor and
location of Macintosh's restaurant. Soft, pleasant music
played in the background, audible above the general din
of lunchtime conversations throughout the full dining
room. The tables and booths were all hardwood, with
plush, navy blue seats and brass accents, occupied by
well-dressed people enjoying casual lunches that
probably cost the equivalent of my weekly grocery bill.
I approached the hostess's station and its smiling
sentinel, a lovely young redhead in a long blue skirt
and a very well filled out white blouse. I told her I
was meeting Marty and Sheila Masterson. With a warm
smile she told me they were waiting for me in the bar;
she would show me the way. As she led me through the
restaurant, I kept a couple of paces back to enjoy the
view of her slightly plump rear-end swaying through the
restaurant, trying not to be too obvious about it.
"Ah, there you are. Early even!" Marty said, standing to
shake my hand as we approached their table. "Good to see
you, Mike. Thank you Debbie, you're an angel." The last
accompanied by a wink at the smiling hostess.
"What a flirt," Sheila teased him as Debbie walked away.
"I swear, he never lets up. How are you Mike?" She stood
to give me an affectionate hug and a rather chaste peck
on the cheek.
"It's good to see you, both of you. Sheila you look
terrific." My momma always told me, flattery would get
you everywhere. It helps when it's true, too, and Sheila
was looking good. Her hair was up, and she was wearing a
cream-colored silk blouse, unbuttoned enough to reveal a
tempting but tasteful amount of cleavage. A black skirt
clung deliciously to her hips. The hemline was below the
knee but it had a generous slit up one side. A pair of
high heels, four inches I guessed, completed the
ensemble.
"Thanks," she said putting her hands behind her head in
a playful pose. "Marty took me shopping this morning."
She motioned for us all to sit. "He's been very patient
with me for all the stores I've dragged him through, I
think maybe he deserves a nice reward when we get home."
"I might even deserve sainthood," he joked, and then
signaled to the waiter.
"What'll you have, Mike."
"Vodka Martini sounds good."
He passed it along to the waiter and ordered another
round for Sheila and himself.
That waiter had no sooner left, before another arrived
to tell us that our table was ready. After Marty gave
instructions for our drinks to be delivered to our
table, the waiter led us to a cozy booth in the far
corner of the dining area.
"Not quite the view some of the other tables have,"
Marty told me, "but a quite a bit more private. You can
have a conversation without the whole place
overhearing."
The drinks arrived in moment and we all took a couple of
minutes to look over the menu before Marty flagged down
our waiter so we could place our orders. We made small
talk while we waited for the food to arrive, about the
city, the weather. They asked about Cynthia and I told
them she was doing well, and started talking a bit about
her job, her hobbies, etc.
As we talked about my wife, it was obvious that we were
all thinking of the events of a few nights ago, although
no one spoke of it overtly. It was an unusual feeling,
talking so casually with these people that I really
didn't know that well, but had shared a wild lustful
night with. But it wasn't at all awkward or
uncomfortable. Their comfort and ease with everything
that was very new to me was infectious.
Our meals arrived shortly and Marty told the waiter we
would let him know if we needed anything.
"That's one of the things I like about this place," he
said after the waiter left. "The staff doesn't fawn over
you after you've been served. They aren't asking you if
everything is all right every five minutes. You can have
an uninterrupted meal and a nice conversation, but if
you do want anything, a quick wave and they're there
right away."
"And speaking of being left alone to conversation,"
Sheila added, "we didn't ask you here just for fun, we
do have something we wanted to talk with you about."
"Go right ahead," I offered, seeing them exchange a
slightly nervous, slightly excited glance between them.
"Well," Marty began, "we don't want you to take what
we're going to say the wrong way, and we hope we haven't
read you wrong, so hear us all the way out before making
any judgment, OK?"
"Fair enough," I replied. I was starting to get a little
curious.
"To be right up front," Sheila said, "your wife's a
slut. Now, don't have quite so shocked a look on your
face. Actually, I misspoke. Your wife was the potential
to be a slut. I don't mean this in a bad way. I, we,
believe that your wife, deep down in her heart of
hearts, can be a true cock-hungry, pussy-eating, cum-
slurping, nymphomaniac, exhibitionist slut. And that's a
good thing."
"Mike," Marty interrupted calmly, "you need to either
take a bite of that, or set the fork down, you look a
little silly just holding it there."
I realized that Sheila literally had stopped me in my
tracks, a forkful of poached salmon hovering in my hand
right in front of me.
"I really don't quite know what to say," I started
nervously, placing my fork back on the table.
"Just listen, ok," Marty calmly told me. "We don't mean
'slut' in a negative way. We really believe that some
women have it in them to be unashamedly sexual,
completely inhibition free. We've made it sort of a
hobby over the years to find women like this, usually
women who are already married by the way, and introduce
them to what they can be. We teach them a whole world of
carnal experiences they didn't even know how to dream
of, but crave nonetheless. Not every woman has this
potential. We are always careful about selecting anyone
to do this with and we have never been wrong. And I've
never seen a husband regret it."
"I'm sure you have a great sex life now," Sheila said,
picking up the thread of conversation, "but you
obviously are looking for something more. You told us as
much yourself. You are the one that instigated our
meeting, although I'd wager Cynthia didn't take much
convincing. Oh, I'm sure she put up quite a show of
reluctance, but we all saw how readily she dove right in
on Saturday. You have to admit, you enjoyed watching her
as much as you enjoyed participating yourself. Well,
almost as much."
Marty continued, "If you think Saturday was fun, it was
just the tip of the iceberg. It's not an instant thing,
transforming your pretty young wife into a wanton slut,
but the process of slowly introducing her to one thing
after another is as exciting as the final result. At
least we've always thought so, that's why we've had the
pleasure of doing this with so many other couples."
"We mean what we said about it not being a negative
thing, too," Sheila added. "We've interacted in a lot of
scenes, in a lot of places with a lot of different
people. We've seen women who will do anything and
everything sexually, but they've been brought there
through humiliation and dominance. Those women are all
more than a little fucked up in the head.
"When a woman gets rid of all her hang-ups and
inhibitions, and more importantly, has a natural hunger
for sex, and does everything (and everyone) because she
just plain enjoys it, then you have someone that will
not only make your every fantasy come true, but she'll
be well adjusted, too. She can be discrete around the
neighbors and the family, while still rivaling the whore
of Babylon in a more relaxed environment."
"Wow," I said, haltingly, "this is... kind of a lot all
at once. I mean, I wanted more out of my sex life with
Cynthia, but this just sounds..."
"We want you to think about it," Marty interrupted, "we
aren't telling you to decide if you want to continue
with us right this minute. We want you to think about
what you really want out of your sex life. I think you
got a taste of it a few days ago. And don't think we're
really changing Cynthia. If she doesn't have it in her
to be this kind of woman, it won't happen. But I really
believe she can be, especially after Saturday."
"Maybe," I stuttered, "I don't know. She was drunk... I
don't know..."
"I know she was drunk," Sheila said, "I got her that
way. I don't feel a bit guilty about it either.
Obviously, we can't tell her what we are trying to do,
but we'll never force her. Instead we ease her into new
situations, always making her comfortable. Alcohol of
course eases inhibitions, but unless you're completely
shit-faced it won't make you do something you really
don't have it in you to do.
"Think about it, you're strictly straight, right?" I
nodded my agreement. "Now if you'd had 3 or 4 drinks
more than your usual limit, would you let some sweet
talking guy take you in the ass and cum in your mouth?
No way, right? Even though your drunk, it's not an
inhibition that holds you back, it is just not in your
nature."
"This is really a lot more than I'd ever really thought
about before," I admitted. I really wasn't sure what to
think. The ideas they planted in my mind were appealing
on one level, but at the same time I had inhibitions of
my own. I wasn't sure if this was really "right", or
maybe I was just thinking it was impossible, that
Cynthia really wasn't what they thought she was. "I'm
not sure if this is what I really want. Maybe...I'm just
not sure. And even if it is, I'm not sure Cynthia really
is the slut you think she is deep down inside."
Marty thought for a moment, then answered, "As far as
yourself, that's something you are going to have to
figure out, I don't think you'll be disappointed. As for
Cynthia, well, like we said, we've done this many times
before, and we've never guessed wrong. In fact, we are
more sure with Cynthia than we've been with all but 2 or
3 of the other women we've 'brought along'.
"I don't believe she would ever be unfaithful to you,
but with a couple of drinks in her and your tacit
approval, she didn't hesitate to fuck my brains out. And
I pushed the envelope, too. When I finished in her
mouth, that could have been too much, but she went right
to it. Tell me does she usually swallow?"
"Well," I admitted, "she always has when she gives me a
blowjob. But to tell the truth, she rarely gives me
'just' a blowjob, it's usually a warm up, foreplay."
"She's a natural cum-drinker," Sheila stated plainly,
stating the crude title as pleasantly if she said she
was a natural florist. "And that is a great step. There
are no romantic illusions when you finish sex by taking
your cock out of a woman and filling up her mouth. Your
wife willingly did it four times last Saturday,
admittedly she was a little hesitant, but I know that
will change quickly. It's a great symbolic act and when
she is eagerly asking to slurp down your cum, even upset
when you 'waste-it' in her vagina, you'll know she's
admitting to herself that she's acting in pure animal
sexuality, pure unapologetic lust. It's really
beautiful."
I honestly had been surprised that night when Marty came
in her mouth. Not nearly as much as later, when Sheila
had guided my cock from her wet, wonderful twat right to
my wife's mouth. Cynthia hadn't even tried to stop it!
After a short cocktail break we had all gone at it
again, ending the same way. Although it had replayed
itself a hundred of times in my mind, Cynthia had never
mentioned that aspect of the evening since then.
We had talked about our experience several times; she
enjoyed herself, and the very next day had told me she
wanted to see Marty and Sheila again. I had to admit to
myself that I had been thrilled watching my wife
repeatedly perform such wanton act. We had both been
horny as hell since that night, screwing every day since
then, twice on Sunday and once already today before we
had left for work, but I had never dared to repeat the
"money shot" as they call it the porn movies. Now my
mind was spinning, seeing it as a sort of training by
our new friends, wondering what Cynthia's reaction might
be.
"Of course," Sheila continued, "you will have to help a
great deal. Your support, your acceptance and
encouragement make everything possible. You may feel a
little guilty at first in deceiving her, not telling her
our intentions and our plans. But eventually, I can
guarantee that you will feel foolish for ever having any
guilt about anything, when you find that both of you are
much happier."
"We've thrown a hell of a lot at you at once," admitted
Marty, "and I think you get an idea what we can offer
you. I want you to just think about it for a couple of
days. What do you say we enjoy our lunches here in this
fine restaurant, we won't talk about it anymore for now,
OK?"
We ate in self-conscious silence. Occasionally, they or
I would make a pleasant comment, usually about the
excellent qualities of our meals, but for the most part
they left me to my thoughts. Marty paid the check at the
end of the meal and by then we had all relaxed a bit
from the awkwardness during the meal and I was impressed
again by their way of making me feel at ease despite the
unexpected proposal they had just made. Sheila hugged
and kissed me again as we got off the elevator in the
lobby, and I returned Marty's handshake with the good-
natured friendship in which it was offered.
"Think about things a couple of days," he told me. "If
you think you can slip out of work a bit early on
Friday, we'd love to have you up to the house before you
go home. You're sure to have some questions for us, and
you'll have let the idea sink in a bit. We can have a
couple of drinks and a good long talk."
I agreed to be there, and headed back to work with a lot
on my mind. At this point however, work was the farthest
thing from my mind. After half an hour I decided I was
wasting my time even trying to be productive, so I took
some flex time and headed home.
***
Cynthia's work schedule varies a lot, so I wasn't too
surprised to see her car in the drive when I pulled up.
She works for an interior decorating company that faces
houses for real estate agents. Basically, they have a
warehouse full of furniture they use to decorate brand
new houses so they are easier for agents to sell, then
once the house is sold they move all the furnishings
back out. Depending on if a house has sold or new
listings added, Cynthia can work anywhere from 2 to 10
hours a day.
The house was oddly quiet for having someone at home; no
television or radio was playing, no conversation from
the phone, no appliances running. I thought perhaps she
had just arrived; maybe she was just now changing or
freshening up. I went up stairs and saw our bedroom
slightly ajar. As I approached it, I could hear sounds
coming from the room. Easing the door open a little
more, I peeked inside. Cynthia was masturbating.
Her skirt and panties lay discarded on the floor beside
the bed, right next to her shoes. She was lying back on
the bed with her white blouse unbuttoned and wide open,
along with her bra, apparently the front clasping type.
Her long blondes hair fanned out on the pillow and her
pert little breasts were nicely displayed with their
erect points aiming at the ceiling. The hum of her
small, blue vibrator mixed with her panting breath. She
was holding it tightly against her clit with one hand,
while her other hand worked vigorously in a circular
motion slight lower.
It was a very beautiful, very exciting, and a very
unexpected spectacle. I had never known of her to
masturbate, although I wasn't really surprised. It just
wasn't something we had ever talked about. I had bought
the vibrator shortly after we were married and we used
it together occasionally in our more playful sexual
episodes. I had often wondered if she ever used it when
I was not around, now I guess I knew.
I stood unseen at the doorway for a couple of minutes,
watching my petite young wife writhing in the pleasures
of her own hands. I decided to take a bold step. I
pushed open the door and stepped into the word. She
froze with a start.
"Mike! I uh...what are you doing home? I was just... I
mean..."
"Please," I said softly, "don't stop. It's ok. Keep
going, enjoy yourself. I-I'd like to watch, if it's ok."
For a moment there was just an awkward silence, except
for the continuing buzz of the vibrator. Finally, after
what seemed like ages but was probably only a couple of
seconds, a barely perceptible smile crossed her lips and
she closed her eyes. The vibrator returned to her clit
and her hand started once again to slowly caress her
pussy lips, a finger periodically dipping inside.
She was a little self-conscious at first, but as she
quickly returned to her previous level of pleasure it
was as if once again I wasn't there. She was working her
pussy faster now, alternating between rubbing the
outside of her lips and sliding 2 or 3 fingers in side
of her. Her hips rose and lowered lewdly in a regular
rhythm against her hands.
My cock was straining almost painfully against my pants
as I watched my wife in pure ecstasy. I quickly slipped
my belt off then unzipped my fly, freeing the caged
beast and letting my trousers drop to my feet. I was as
rock hard as I had ever been in my life as I slowly ran
my hand up and down my shaft. Cynthia was now surely
oblivious to me; she was feverishly pumping three of her
slender fingers into her twat and her knuckles had gone
white grasping the vibe against her clit. Moans were
starting to come louder, mingled in her panting breath.
She was going to cum any moment now.
"Fuck!" she groaned loudly, "Oh fuck. Oh God! That's it!
Oh fuck, oh shit Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh YES!" her hips bucked
wildly as she came, bedsprings creaking. Her orgasm was
obviously intense, lasting several seconds until her
body came to rest, quivering slightly. She opened her
eyes lazily and looked at me with a weak grin on her
face, still trying to catch her breath.
I stepped out of my pants and approached the foot of the
bed. Taking her ankles in my hands I pulled her toward
me until her hips were at the edge of the bed. Our bed
is rather high so I only had to squat slightly to put
the head of my cock against her wet entrance.
"Wait," she protested weakly, "give me...just a minute."
Ignoring her half-hearted protest I pushed into her
soaking cunt.
"Oooh," she grunted as I slid about halfway into her, my
thick tool stretching her wider than her three slim
fingers had. In just a couple of strokes I was filling
her with all of my eight inches. I guided her hand with
the still vibrating toy back to her sensitive clit as I
worked my substantial dick leisurely in and out of her
tight hole.
Engulfing her small tits in my hands I asked her, "Sure
you want me to stop?"
"No, no. Fuck no," she moaned quietly.
I fucked her harder, with long full strokes. She wrapped
her legs around my waist, fucking me back as I squeezed
her firm little boobs, pinching her nipples. Soon she
was nearly back to her previous state of bliss. I banged
her hard for the next few minutes, feeling myself
getting close to my own orgasm. I decide to break up the
pace to help me last longer. I buried myself to the
hilt, then slipped my hands from her breasts around her
back and lifted her close to me. She wrapped her arms
around my neck and I stood up with her in my arms. Her
mere 100 pounds didn't stagger me a bit as I held her
completely impaled on my shaft.
Her feet, crossed behind my back, lowered a bit to brace
themselves against the backs of my thighs. She
straightened her legs lifting herself nearly off my cock
then relaxed them dropping to slap my balls against her
nicely rounded ass. It took only a moment for both of us
to gain our balance and then she was steadily fucking my
cock, rising and slamming back down more rapidly. I
could feel her stiff nipples dragging up and down across
my chest and she was panting in my ear.
"Oh yeah, it's so good...that feels so good... oh I'm...
gonna cum..." She was riding me harder, faster, sweat
pouring off her body from the exertion. "Almost...
there... Fuck! Oh fuck me Mike! Pound me! Please Mike,
give it to me!"
I turned around and pushed her back roughly against the
wall, pinning her there tightly with my chest. Her legs
clamped around my waste and I repeatedly slammed my cock
into her as hard as I could. She came in no time, her
cunt muscles gripping my cock as she screamed her
delight in my ear. Even as she came down from her sex-
induced high I continued hammering her pussy against the
wall.
"I'm gonna cum," I told her breathlessly, "God you make
me feel so good, I'm gonna cum so hard."
"Cum for me baby," she told me, "cum on give it to me
good!"
Caught up in the moment, feeling a little daring, "I
want to cum in your mouth, Cynthia. Can I come in your
mouth baby?"
No hesitation. "Sure darling, cum in my mouth. You can
cum in my mouth."
I pulled out of her and she put her legs to the ground
as I eased my weight off of her. She dropped instantly
to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, cupping my
balls in her hand. I lunged forward immediately,
squirting a huge load of thick semen against the back of
her throat. Almost involuntarily my hips convulsed,
thrusting forward at each spurt. She coughed around my
cock as she gagged slightly, struggling to swallow it
all.
Finally I was done and I collapsed back on the bed. I
looked over at Cynthia, now sitting back against the
wall, her naked legs splayed wide open showing her
freshly-fucked pussy glistening with her plentiful
fluids. Her blouse still hung loosely on her, half-
covering one breast and her hair was a mess. She was
looking back at me lovingly, her make-up streaked with
sweat and I couldn't help but notice that there wasn't a
trace of my cum around her mouth; she'd swallowed every
last drop.
***
On Friday I worked until noon and then took a half-day
for the second time this week. I was going to have a lot
of flex hours to make up, but at the time it was really
the last thing on my mind. Few waking moments had gone
by without Marty and Sheila's proposal crossing my mind.
It had sounded so outlandish at first, but the more I
thought about it, the more I started to believe that it
was possible to bring about; I was starting to seriously
consider it, although not without some misgivings. Aside
from the wild, heretofore-untried sex acts that I
imagined, there was also the knowledge that my beautiful
Cynthia would be with other men, probably several other
men.
I couldn't decide if I thought I would have a problem
with that. On one hand, men are possessive by nature,
and she is my wife. On the other hand, I'm sure there
would undoubtedly a variety of women coming my way as
well - what's good for the goose is good for the gander
as they say. Besides, I'd watched Cynthia with Marty and
hadn't been the least bit jealous, quite the opposite
actually.
These thoughts and many others had swirled through my
mind for three days, every doubt counterbalanced by an
image in my mind of Cynthia greedily dropping to her
knees to suck me dry, or her spread wide open on the
couch with nothing on but her stockings and heels as
Marty pistoned in out of her, or any number of other
tawdry, exciting images I had both seen and imagined in
the last week.
By the time I pulled into the drive of the Masterson's
house I had nearly made up my mind. All I needed was
just a little push.
***
"I'm so glad you could make it Mike, come on in," Marty
pumped my hand enthusiastically as we ushered me into
the house. "No trouble getting out of work? Good, good.
Come on this way, Sheila's out getting some sun by the
pool, I thought you and I could have a little man-to-man
chat."
"Sure Marty," I agreed as he led me up the stairs, "that
might be a good idea."
We walked into a large, well lit room, furnished in a
modern, gun-metal gray, with several comfortable looking
chairs and a large, deeply cushioned sofa positioned a
suitable distance from the 52" big screen television on
the wall. One of the side walls was lined with floor to
ceiling cabinets and on the wall opposite was a large
work area filled with all manner of electronic
equipment, a couple of monitors, several tape decks and
sundry other devices I was not at all familiar with.
"This is the A/V room," he explained. "Sort of a hobby.
Have a seat." He motioned to a pair comfortable looking
armchairs.
I sat as he opened a small cabinet under the electronic
equipment that turned out to be a mini-fridge. "Bourbon
OK?" he asked, dropping ice into a pair of glasses and
starting to pour us each a generous helping of Jack
Daniels.
"You've probably had quite a bit on your mind since we
last spoke," he said, aware that he was stating the
obvious, as he handed me my glass and sat down. "I hope
I can help clear things up for you. To start with, I'll
bet you have a few questions."
"Yeah, I suppose so," I told him, not sure where to
start. "I guess the first thing that I'm wondering is,
is this for real? I mean, I don't distrust you, it all
just seems so out there. You said you've been doing this
for years, how many women have you 'converted', if
that's even the right word."
"I tend to think 'liberated' describes it a bit more
accurately," he answered with a confident smile. "I can
understand your doubts, it took me a while to get used
to thinking of my wife that way, too. I'll bet that was
even another one of your questions. Yes, Sheila
definitely fits the bill as a true slut. 'The Original
Slut', I like to call her. We had to sort of stumble our
way into discovering and accepting this, as well as how
it fits into our lives. In the long run, it has made
both of us so happy that we just love sharing it with
other people who we think have the same potential."
"As for the how many women there have been," he added
standing and walking over to the cabinets, "it is easier
to believe if I show you, rather than just throw out a
number."
He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the cabinet
on the left end of the room. He took out a large photo
album and brought it over to me. "Take a look through
this while we chat, it'll help give you some idea of the
reality of the whole thing."
I opened the album up to the first page and was treated
to a full 8x10 photo of Sheila sitting seductively on a
barstool. She was apparently completely nude, although
her crossed legs hid any indecencies below the waist
while one arm was crossed coyly across her chest to give
the photo a PG appearance (well, maybe PG-13). I turned
the page and all pretenses of innocence quickly dropped.
The two pages open in front of me had six prints each.
Sheila lying nude on the bed. Sheila licking the shaft
of a large, black dildo. Sheila sliding the same dildo
between her spread vaginal lips. Sheila on all fours,
the same dildo now shining with lubricant worked halfway
into her tight anus by man I'd never seen before.
The next picture was taken in a different room, she was
wearing only a red garter, stockings, and matching
heels, and straddling a man who was buried to his balls
in her cunt while she had another man's cock in her
mouth. Each photo was more explicit than the last. The
twelfth one showed a close-up of Sheila's face, make-up
impeccably done, as she sipped a thick white liquid
through a straw from a nearly full rocks glass.
I turned the page to see another solitary 8x10, this
time an attractive, pale skinned woman with, long jet
black hair reclined on a sofa in a black bra and panty
set, complete with garters, stockings and heels. The
next set of pages revealed her in various forms of
luscious debauchery with a variety of partners and toys.
I started flipping randomly through the thick album to
find pages of attractive, smiling women ranging from mid
twenties to late thirties in age, all in an endless
parade of carnal extravagance.
"We do enjoy documenting our adventures, as you can
see," Marty told me as I scanned the pages. "In fact,
assuming you want to continue meeting with us, a photo
session, albeit a rather tame one, would be soon on the
agenda. It starts to bring out the exhibitionist streak
and get rid of that foolish body-shame so many women
have."
"I see a lot of different men here," I said, my eyes
only momentarily looking up to Marty's, "I assume they
are all husbands, boyfriends, whatever, of the various
girls. I guess what I'm asking about, is, well I don't
see any condoms..."
"Oh, safe sex. Not to worry, we're very strict and very
selective," he reassured me. "You told us Cynthia's on
the pill, so there's no pregnancy worry, especially if
anyone rarely cums in per vagina. As far as disease, we
don't worry about condoms as long as we are with people
we know, if there is someone involved who is not a
'friend' we would insist on the rubbers. At least until
he's finished that is."
"Would she be meeting a lot of strangers, I mean am I
going to be wondering where she is every night?"
"Not at all! It's not like she is going to turn into an
uncontrollable nymphomaniac. The biggest part of the
emotional issue for her is your approval. You won't
control her, not any more than you do now." He winked as
he said this, causing us both to laugh.
"She won't want to do anything thing you won't like,
that would seem like cheating as much to her as to you.
If she wants to screw around with some guy, or guys,
she'll tell you. And I have a feeling that in most cases
you'll approve. She can always tell you all the details
later, assuming you don't join in."
I set the photo album on the table and took a long sip
of the bourbon.
"I can tell you are on the brink of a decision," Marty
said, standing up. "I think I need to give you just a
little more food for thought." There was an intercom
system mounted on the wall next to the door. He walked
over and pressed one of the many buttons near the
speaker. "Sheila honey, are you still there at the
pool?"
"Of course, dear," Sheila's voice came clearly through
the speaker. "Just getting some sunshine."
"Why don't you come on up and say hello to Mike."
"Be there in jiffy," she replied cheerfully.
Marty smiled at me and started to refill his glass. In
about a minute's time the door opened and Sheila stepped
in. She was totally naked.
"Mike, it's so good to see you again," she said with
genuine enthusiasm. Her breasts swayed delightfully with
each step as she walked into the room.
She turned to the open doorway behind her and said,
"Well hurry up!"
A smiling, equally nude woman bounced through the
doorway. Bounced is definitely the right word to
describe it, too. She was about 5'5" with curly red hair
tied in a bun on her head, bright green eyes and an
inviting, guiles smile. A pair of huge, freckled tits
jiggled on her chest, sagging in bountiful fullness,
capped with pale pink nipples, much bigger than a silver
dollar. Her hips flared amply below a not-quite-flat
tummy and led to a nice pair of legs, between which a
thick nest of bright red pubic hair promised treasures
just beneath. Too thin to be Rubenesque, to pleasantly
curvy to be called slim. Sort of a red-haired Anna
Nicole Smith.
"You remember Debbie," Sheila said to me as the enticing
girl headed my way.
I stared at her in confusion before recognition dawned
on me.
"From the restaurant!" I exclaimed as she reached me and
wrapped her arms around my neck.
"It's a pleasure to see you again," she giggled before
pulling me forward to kiss me on the mouth. Her tongue
snuck teasingly past my lips and I could feel her big
tits crushed tight against my chest.
Breaking our kiss far too soon, she skipped over to
Marty. "Hello sir," she said to him, mockingly imitating
her professional voice from the restaurant, "can I tell
you about our specials?"
She let out a high-pitched squeal and a giggle as he
slapped her playfully, but quite firmly, on her round
ass. "You quit sassing me and give a kiss," he told her
with feigned sternness. She gleefully did just that, for
about twice as long as with me. Finally their mouths
separated.
"Always a pleasure," Marty said affectionately, "my
darling delicious Debbie of the double D d colletage."
"Their bigger than that," she said lifting her heavy
tits in her hands, pretending to be offended. "Triple D
or an F depending on where I buy my bras!"
"But of course that would ruin the alliteration," Marty
teased. "But we're not here to talk about your
tantalizing tits, tempting though they are." Both Sheila
and Debbie rolled their eyes at him. "We were about to
watch a movie, I'm hoping you can join us. Have a seat,
Mike."
I sat down on the couch and Debbie and snuggled in next
to me, putting one arm around my neck and stretching a
leg across my lap. Marty returned the photo album to the
cabinet it had come from and returned with a videotape.
The label on the spine read "Intros" in bold black
print. Marty popped it into the machine and sat down on
one of the larger easy chairs. His wife naked wife
curled lovingly in his lap.
In a moment the film started and I saw that it was shot
in the living room of this house. An attractive, slim
brunette was smiling at the camera. A lacy white
camisole hid little of her body. She had long slightly
thin legs and narrow hips. Her breasts maybe a B-cup,
but bulged out nicely on her thin frame.
"Hi, my name is Alison," she said taking a few steps
toward the camera. I glanced down as I felt Debbie's
hand unzipping my fly. "Boy, it sure is warm in here!
Perhaps I'm just overdressed." The lines came out
purposefully cheesy. The woman on the screen slowly
pulled her lingerie over her head, revealing a shapely,
firm pair of tits. She started massaging them in her
hands, tugging her nipples until they were hard as
stones.
"Wow! You've got a really big dick!" Debbie exclaimed in
delight, pulling my quickly hardening rod out of my
pants.
"Thanks," I said, out of a lack of any better response.
"No," she said looking lustfully into my eyes, "Thank
you!"
On the TV, Alison had shed her panties and was now
sitting on the couch. One hand started to massage her
closely trimmed pussy and the other fished a
conveniently place bright pink dildo from between the
cushions. She slid the end in her mouth and started
moving it slowly in and out and as the camera drew
closer and closer to her face. Just as nothing but her
mouth and the plastic toy gliding between her ruby lips
filled the huge screen, the scene changed.
Suddenly that same slender frame was on all fours with a
slightly overweight man fucking her hard from behind. A
pair of attractive legs was coiled around her back and
she was passionately licking the cunt of yet another
unknown woman.
Debbie was stroking my cock as my eyes were locked on
the screen. I reached up and took one of her massive
jugs in my hand, lifting it slightly. I was surprised at
what it weighed. I figured this girl must have
wonderfully developed back muscles. Tearing my eyes away
from the homemade porn on the screen, I turned to catch
a glance at the wonderful sight right next to me. But
out of the corner of my eye something sparkly caught my
eye.
For the first time I noticed Debbie's wedding ring. It
had a nice sized diamond on a gold setting and was
riding her lovely finger as her hand pumped my thick
cock. For the first time I realized that this was
another man's wife sitting her next to me, completely
stripped, happily jacking me off. And wherever he was,
he knew and didn't care.
Hell, she would probably tell him all about it later,
and he'd be happy for her. I suddenly pictured Cynthia
with her tiny naked body lying next to a strange man,
happily jerking him off with her wedding ring, our
wedding ring, proudly displayed. I wasn't disgusted, in
fact, I wasn't disturbed at all.
The lack of moaning from the TV broke my chain of
thought and I looked back to the screen. It showed the
living room again, and different woman. She looked a
little older, maybe late thirties. This one was taller,
also slender and fairly flat-chested. She was wearing
white thong panties and her nipples pointed dangerously
from under a thin cotton tank top.
"Hi, my name is Lisa," she began.
"You know, I've seen this show before," Debbie whispered
in my ear, "I think I'll take a trip to the snack bar."
She slid off the couch and positioned herself on her
knees in front of me and started sucking my cock. By the
time Lisa's scenes had ended and a short, busty brunette
named Holly introduced herself I was being deep-throated
for the first time in my life.
I managed to hold out for four more of Marty and
Sheila's lovely pupils before I exploded, shooting my
first squirt straight down her throat without sensing
the slightest hint of a gag reflex. She pulled back and
continued milking my cock with her hand as she sucked
hard on the head of my cock, drawing out the rest of my
warm semen.
"Mmmm, that was nice," she said, "but I was kind of
hoping to get fucked by this big cock. Hope I won't have
to wait very long."
Before I could answer, Sheila chimed in, "You just keep
doing what you're doing there Debbie, he'll be back up
in no time. Enjoying the show so far Mike? I mean the
one on the screen."
"Unbelievable," I told her honestly, "I've never seen
anything like it."
"Oh, this type gets repetitive after a while, you just
get a little tease from each girl. Put a different tape
in Marty," she told him rising from his lap to let him
do it.
"Put one of mine in!" Debbie pleaded, "When he sees the
reward he has in store he'll get hard even faster!"
Marty went to a different cabinet and selected a tape. I
caught a glimpse of the label: Debbie #7.
Debbie went back to sucking on my semi-hard member, my
balls safely bobbling in her warm fingers. She slid a
hand between her own legs and set her fingers to work
between her fiery bush.
The video started showing three men sitting at the bar
in Marty's den. Debbie entered right away, dressed in a
novelty French Maids outfit. The top had a very low cut
neckline and was probably at least a size to small for
her. Her huge breasts bulged out to the point that they
looked like they would pop free any minute. There wasn't
even enough material to cover the tops of her large,
round nipples, the areolas enticingly on display. The
tight skirt barely covered her well-rounded ass and was
a good 2 inches above the tops of her black fishnet
stockings, revealing the lacy straps leading the short
way to her garter belt. She expertly approached the men
without the slightest wobble on what had to be 6-inch
heels.
"Hi fellas!" the onscreen Debbie announced. "You miss
me?"
"Damn right!" responded one of the men whom I was pretty
sure was the heavy-set man who had been fucking Alison
in the first video I'd seen.
"I missed you, too, Geoff," she told him walking up to
give him a kiss. As they locked their mouths together,
his hands roamed freely all over her body, squeezing her
ass under her skirt then cupping her breasts, which
caused them to bulge even further out of her top.
"Hey, how about us?" asked the tall, blonde haired man.
She ended her embrace and moved to the next man. "You
too, David," she told the blonde, kissing him quickly.
"And you Kevin," she said, finally walking over to the
last man, a short stock guy with a darker complexion,
possibly some Italian blood there.
"Do you like the outfit?" she asked, taking a step back
and turning a full circle. By now her nipples were
completely exposed as her tits threatened to break free
of their confinement.
"Sexy, I've always had a French Maid fantasy," Geoff
told her.
"Unfortunately, it's kind of tight, she said. "Anyone be
upset if I take it off?"
Apparently costuming isn't real important in these
productions. The guys quickly decided they would
survive, and Debbie quickly shed her blouse and skirt,
leaving her in only her stockings, heels and garter. The
guys followed suit, quickly stripping off their clothes
as the camera followed them to the sofa.
"I just love getting reacquainted with old friends," she
purred as she sat on the sofa, taking Kevin's hard cock
into her mouth.
Geoff gently, turned her sideways, getting her on all
fours on the couch as David moved in behind her, his
hand running between her legs, his fingers delving into
her warm cunt. In that position her pendulous tits
seemed to stretch straight away from her chest, swinging
back and forth at the slightest provocation.
Deciding that she was already plenty worked up, David
guided his cock into her moist hole. He started fucking
her, making her tits start to swing faster and faster
back and forth. Geoff handed him a bottle of oil and he
squirted some onto his fingers before tossing the bottle
aside. As his cock drilled into her wet cunt, he pushed
a finger easily up her other hole, working it around a
bit before adding a second finger.
I could feel my own cock start to come back to life, and
I started running my fingers through Debbie's hair as
she continued to suck the life back into me.
David was screwing her faster now, his fingers reaming
her bunghole in an alternating rhythm to his cock
ramming her pussy. Every time he thrust forward Kevin
would do the same, his cock sliding easily down her
throat. They kept this up for a couple of minutes,
gradually building up speed, until she was groaning
around the cock in her mouth and her big udders were
flailing wildly back and forth.
Finally, Geoff piped in from off camera, "Hey, I'm
starting to get lonely over here!"
The camera panned slightly to the right. Geoff was
sitting on the other half of the sectional oiling his
rock hard cock up.
On the screen, Debbie broke away from her first two
partners and moved to the next. She stood up on the
couch with her back to Geoff, one foot on either side of
his legs, then slowly squatted down until her puckered
anus was resting against the swollen head of his cock.
He put his hands on her hips and helped her lower
herself onto him a little at a time. Sinking down a bit
then pulling back up, only to sink back down a little
deeper. Kevin and David took positions on either side
and started kneading and sucking on her plentiful tits.
Finally, she was impaled to the hilt on his cock.
About this time, the "real" Debbie had me back up to
working order. I reclined back on the couch with my back
propped up on a pair of large pillows at the arm. She
crawled on top of me and my cock slid slowly into her
slick, warm cunt.
"Ooooh," she cooed, "that is a nice big cock for me."
Wriggling her hips in easy circles she finally worked
her way all the way to the bottom. Her tempting mounds
dangled in front of me and I helped myself, hefting them
in my hands. Her abundance of tit-flesh overflowed my
hands as I squeezed, lifted, tugged and toyed with them.
"That feels good," she encouraged, "play with my big
tits. Yeah I like that, pinch my nipples."
As her hips began fucking my cock faster her heavy jugs
swayed even as I attempted to contain them. Her ecstatic
sounds of pleasure inches from my face mixed with the
ones from the television. I glanced over at the screen
and saw the busty red head filled with cocks at every
entrance. Her asshole was still skewered on Geoff's
lucky cock, but now she had leaned back and David had
moved to the front, making a tasty looking Debbie-
sandwich.
He fucked her pussy hard enough to lift her ass up three
to four inches off Geoff's cock at each ramming stroke,
only to have it slide right back down as he pulled back
for another rapid thrust. Kevin was standing next to her
on the couch holding her head to his crotch. She was
fervently sucking him off even as he had to struggle to
hold her flailing head.
The live, in-person Debbie was meanwhile giving me a
gold-metal fuck. Her talented vaginal muscles expertly
massaged my stiff meat as her hips ground against mine;
her ass bounced happily against my balls as I thrust up
into her. I only needed to pull her a little forward to
get her succulent nipples to my mouth. I chewed lightly
on her wide, flat nipples, making her squeal in
pleasure. "Ooh yeah, bite 'em a little harder, not too
hard...yeah like that. Oooh you're making me cum!" she
announced loudly, her body starting to quiver against
me, fucking me harder.
"Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeAAAAH!" Finally her
body tensed and she dug her fingers into my shoulders.
Her cunt muscles convulsed wonderfully against my cock,
slowly spreading to the rest of her body until with one
final whole-body orgasmic shake she collapsed on top of
me. I stroked her hair gently as she caught her breath,
my rigid tool still filling her.
I glanced over to the TV. There, Debbie was on her
knees, her mouth wide open as a stream of creamy jizm
sailed mostly into her mouth, just a little splattering
on her cheek. A man's finger, I couldn't tell whose,
wiped the stray liquid up and placed it on her smiling
lips. The camera turned to show her three costars
sitting drained on the couch.
Kevin slid a box out from under an end table and opened
it, exposing a wide variety of dildos, vibrators and
various other sex toys. "Lay back and relax Debbie," he
told her with a devilish grin as the three men rooted
through the box. "We'll be right over to keep you
entertained while we recover for scene two."
A sudden sound to my right caught my attention and both
Debbie and I turned our head to look over the back of
the sofa. Sheila quickly dismounted from Marty's lap and
dropped to her knees. She took the engorged head of his
long dick into her mouth and with her hands on his heavy
balls coaxed his cum into her mouth. She swallowed, then
tenderly kissed the head of his cock, swirling her
tongue playfully around the tip.
"If you're done over there," Debbie playfully called,
"Mike might enjoy it if you gave me a hand."
"I'm sure he would," she said with promise, "I'm on my
way!"
"Why don't you sit up," my buxom companion suggested as
she lifted herself off of me. I turned and sat facing
forward on the couch as Debbie knelt on my left and
Sheila came around to kneel on my right.
"Mmmm, Debbie tastes so good on your cock," Sheila told
me after her hungry tongue lapped the length of my
shaft.
"I do, don't I!" Debbie agreed, then slid my cock
halfway down her throat. Sheila tilted her head and took
my balls into her mouth, first one then the other. I
glanced straight ahead of me at the big-screen to see
Debbie welcoming a vigorous assault by her three
companions armed with an array of latex implements.
I quickly decided that as exciting as that was, it
couldn't hold a candle to the live show, besides I was
the star here! Two warm, wet mouths and four pillowy
tits worked my genitals with experienced skill. First
one would deep-throat my entire thick eight inches, then
move aside for the other to do the same. Debbie leaned
forward and wrapped her boobs around my dick, pushing
them together with her hands.
She rolled her shoulders and worked her udders with her
hands to give me a fantastic tit-fuck until the
lubrication of her saliva started to wear thin. She
leaned over and noisily licked my cock until it was
dripping once again, then moved aside for Sheila to take
a turn with her breasts. They alternated back and forth
three times apiece before I couldn't hold back any
longer.
"I'm gonna cum!" told them anxiously. Sheila and Debbie
both leaned in mashing their tits together with my cock
was right in the center. They rubbed them along my shaft
for just a moment before I came with gasp. Four mini
geysers of semen shot straight up and then splattered
back down across their cleavage.
They smiled at me in satisfaction, then leaned across my
cock to kiss each other deeply. Sheila lifted Debbie's
cum splattered breasts to her mouth to lick them clean,
then lay back on the floor inviting Debbie to return the
favor.
Marty walked over and sat next to me on the couch. We
sat quietly watching the two lovely, naked wenches
kissing and fondling one another on the carpet for
several minutes. Finally, he broke the silence with a
smile.
"Do I even need to ask, Mike?"
I grinned back at him, "Really isn't much of a decision,
is it?"
-= Chapter 4 =-
Thwack!
Our eyes stayed locked on the golf ball as it sailed
cleanly down the fairway, veering just slightly to the
right until it bounced twice and came to a halt.
"Nice drive," I told him.
"I think you got me by about twenty-five yards," Marty
replied.
"About that," I agreed. "Looks like we both need to work
on our slice."
"It's all in the grip," he said and then burst into
unexplained laughter.
"Sorry," he chuckled, seeing my puzzled look, "just
reminded me of another guy I golf with sometimes,
Randall Wainscott."
We slid our drivers back into their bags and headed to
the cart as he continued his story.
"Randall and his wife are 'special' friends, like you
and Cynthia. One afternoon a couple of years back he and
I and a couple of other fellas made a foursome and
played 36 holes while our wives spent the day on the
town, hitting the spa and then shopping all afternoon -
kind of like today. I wonder if Sheila and your wife
will leave us anything in our bank accounts?" He
snickered at the last comment, although I was pretty
sure his bank account could absorb quite a bit of damage
before he'd have to worry.
"Anyway," he continued as we secured our golf bags in
the cart and started along the pathway. "Randall had
been fighting his slice all day, and not just sending
'em a bit to the side of the green either. About every
third drive he'd be digging in the rough for his ball,
cussing up a storm.
"Well, later that night all eight of us had gone out to
dinner, then came back to the house. We'd all been
partying quite a bit; most everyone was in some stage of
fooling around with someone else. Randall was pretty
tanked and starts thinking about his slice again. 'It's
all in the grips' he kept saying, 'I need to do
something about the grips.' One of the girls, Allison,
asked him if there wasn't something he could put on them
to make them grip better. He got all excited and ran out
of the room. He comes back in a few minutes with his
whole bag of clubs, pulls out his 1 Wood and starts
rubbing the grip between Allison's legs. She just
started laughing, but he's not paying any attention,
he's concentrating on working the club up into her
pussy. Pretty soon she lies back and he pumps that thing
into her, rubbing her clit with one hand until she
comes.
"By now, everyone's watching him and he's getting real
worked up. Swears he's found the cure to all his golfing
woes. He starts handing each of the guys a club and
telling us to get his grips 'seasoned' for him. Everyone
was drunk enough that it seemed like a good idea at the
time, so before you know it, we've all got clubs stuffed
up the nearest girl's twat. He wouldn't let up until we
'seasoned' every club he had. Got the ladies pretty worn
out, too. He didn't figure a club was ready until the
girl had orgasmed on it."
He stopped the cart and we got out.
"Did help his game any," I asked, smiling.
"Not a damn bit," Marty roared. "But he still insists
that it did. I swear, if he ever buys another set of
clubs he's going to throw a 'club warming' party, invite
every woman we know. Either that, or his wife's going to
have one hell of a long night!"
We both had smile on our faces as we split up to find to
our balls.
I'd been having a great time getting to know Marty over
the last two weeks; in fact, both Cynthia and I had
really bonded with the older couple. We had seen them
several times since our last encounter, just socially -
regular socially that is - getting to know one another
and having a platonic good time. Thursday night, two
days ago, was the only time that we'd had any kind of
sexual get-together. We had had them over to our house
for dinner and then had a pretty normal wife-swapping
foursome on our king-size bed. (Wow! It's amazing how
your concept of normal can be so drastically changed in
such a short period of time.)
These platonic gatherings were building up everyone's
comfort level, Sheila had explained to me, and she was
right. Cynthia had become good friends with her already.
It was really remarkable to me how her and Marty could
act in such an innocent, friendly manner together, so
much so that no one would suspect that two nights ago
behind our bedroom door she was screaming his name as
she rode his cock, thanking him (I could hardly believe
that part myself) after he came in her mouth.
Tonight was going to be our third "conjugal" night
together. Cynthia was always eager to see our new
friends and although she was a little tentative when we
would talk about our experience, I could sense an even
greater curiosity. Marty had been telling me all
afternoon how impressed he and his wife both were with
her.
So many women, he had told me, were unable to interact
casually outside the bedroom with people that they were
involved with in swinging groups. Cynthia however, had
shown no problems with the duality. They were so
impressed, in fact, that they were already going to push
things a little tonight. I'd asked for specifics, but
Marty had just smiled and told me I would probably enjoy
things more as a surprise.
***
We were all in high spirits as Marty pulled his Lexus
into the garage. After enjoying a full afternoon of
golf, Marty and I had met up with our wives and took
them to dinner at a small, Italian cafe downtown. The
wine had been flowing quite freely, especially in
Cynthia's direction. My two co-conspirators and I had
managed to constantly refill her glass after every
swallow she took, making it impossible for her to keep
track of how many she'd had. Marty's frequent toasts and
encouragement all around to "drink up" had gotten her
into quite an inebriated state by the time we left the
restaurant.
Marty popped the trunk from inside the car as he shut
off the engine.
"Why don't you boys take the shopping bags all inside
now," Sheila instructed. "We can sort Cynthia's stuff
out from mine before you two leave."
"That shouldn't be too hard," Cynthia said cheerily,
with a trace of a slur in her speech. "I hardly remember
us buying anything for you."
"She'd have to tear down a wall and add fifty square
feet to her closet if she bought too many more clothes
for herself," Marty teased his wife before she could
answer.
There were several bags, none of them very large, and
Marty and I easily gathered them up as and followed the
ladies into the house. I couldn't help but notice that
there were a couple of bags from nice boutiques, but the
majority came from Victoria's Secret, Fredericks of
Hollywood, and a couple of other stores whose names I
wasn't familiar with, but they all had the words
"intimate apparel" following the title.
"So, what did you buy?" I asked my wife as Marty and I
set the bags down in the den.
Cynthia flashed me a guilty smile, "Quite a few things,
actually. Sheila makes a great shopping partner; I think
you'll really like her taste."
"Drinks anyone?" Marty asked, stepping behind the bar.
"Whiskey and soda," I said.
"Same for me," Sheila chimed in.
"I think I'd better pass," Cynthia told him, plopping
down onto the sofa.
"I think I may be at my limit for the evening."
"You're not driving anywhere," I encouraged lightly,
trying not to push the issue to obviously.
"Tell you what," Marty offered, "I'll make you a vodka
and cranberry juice, just a touch of vodka."
"That sounds good. I'd hate to be a party pooper!"
Marty's exceptional bartending skills had drinks in our
hands in no time.
"Certainly a lot of shopping bags," he commented,
sitting down himself finally. "Why don't you let us see
if we got our money's worth? How about a little fashion
show?"
Cynthia glanced over at the bags piled near the doorway
and started to giggle. Sometimes her giddy attitude when
she drinks can annoy me, but lately I've come to
appreciate it as a good sign that we may have some fun
in store.
"That might be kind of fun," she said, "I think we
picked up quite a few items you both will enjoy."
"Let's head up to the bedroom," Sheila told her, already
gathering up several of the bags, enthusiastic at the
idea. "Mike, grab some of these bags. You too, Marty.
No, Cynthia, just your drink. Let these big, strong men
carry everything."
We toted everything up to the master bedroom, dropping
it all in a pile on their huge, ornate bed. Sheila
shooed us out the door and we returned to our drinks in
the den. We'd barely sat down when the intercom came to
life with Sheila's voice.
"Hey guys, let's do this right. Head down to the studio
room and we'll meet you there in a few minutes."
"Time for Cynthia's first photo shoot," Marty said to me
with a wink.
"Think she'll go for it?"
"I'm sure she will, just a little gentle encouragement.
I don't think we'll have any problems. I'll bet she has
a great time with it, in fact."
"One of your cocktails with a 'touch' of vodka can't
hurt, either," I teased.
"Well," he admitted with a grin, "I do tend to have a
pretty heavy 'touch' when I'm mixing drinks. And you can
bet Sheila will make sure she gets the whole thing down
by the time they're changed.
He led me down stairs and into a very large, windowless
room. One end had several large screens around a
platform raised 6-inches off the floor, like I had seen
in photography studios, as well as four large,
freestanding lights with reflectors. The rest of the
room had a variety of furniture spread around: a couple
of couches, several different types of chairs and
benches, a couple of differently sized coffee tables and
end tables. I recognized some of the pieces from the
photo albums and the movies they had shown me before.
Obviously, they were all available as props for their
photo shoots. Marty went behind the screens and returned
with a tripod in one hand and a pair of cameras dangling
from their straps in the other. He was almost finished
setting one up on the tripod when Sheila and Cynthia
came into the room.
"Ta-da!" Sheila entered first. She had changed into a
sexy dark green dress, knee-length and clingy around her
sensuous hips. It had thin straps on the shoulders that
dropped low enough to show off a generous amount of
well-supported, soft cleavage that shook with each step
she took. Low heels and black stockings completed the
outfit.
"Very nice," I told her after letting out a wolf-
whistle.
"You look fantastic, as always," her husband added in an
affectionate tone.
"Thank you, thank you," she paced in front of us,
stopping to make a slow, full turn. "You're both much to
kind." Then, in a softer voice for Marty and I alone,
she added, "Time for the main event."
"The lovely Cynthia!" she announced loudly, signaling
her entrance.
Cynthia strutted into the room with a silly grin on her
face, wobbling a little on 5-inch stiletto heels.
"Fantastic!" George exclaimed, and he was certainly
right. She was wearing a white silk blouse that fit
rather tightly, accentuating her small breasts. She
apparently had on some kind of push up bra to make those
two points stand up so proudly at attention. A black
leather skirt hung only low enough to barely cover the
tops of her flesh-toned stockings. The high heels
extended her calves to make her already great legs even
shapelier. They had arranged her hair up off her
shoulders and touched up her makeup. She really did look
terrific, sexy as hell and good enough to eat.
"We definitely have a pair of supermodels on our hands,"
Marty said to me with a wink.
"Glad you like it," Cynthia giggled, smiling widely.
"Don't know about supermodels, but I think we're
definitely a couple of hot looking babes!"
"You're gonna look great on film in that," George told
her matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean?" She was a bit confused at what he
meant, thought still laughing. For the first time she
looked around the room, noticing the cameras and the
lights.
"Oh, don't you remember? When I showed you this room on
our tour the first time you were over, I'm sure I told
you I'm a bit of an amateur photographer." Marty smiled
at his wife. "I'm sure my favorite model is always glad
to get a break from me."
"Yeah, yeah, I guess I do remember," Cynthia said still
smiling, but staring a little at the equipment.
"I hope you don't mind me taking some photos of you,
both of you," Marty said in a friendly tone.
"Not too much of me," Sheila told him quickly, "You've
got a million of me. Besides, this is the only thing I
bought today. Cynthia's the fashion plate today; all
those bags of new clothes are hers to model. C'mon over
here, Cynth, you'll have some fun being a fashion
model."
My wife hesitated for a moment, and then said with a
laugh, "Why not! Just promise me you'll get rid of any
that don't make me look good."
"Scouts honor," Marty told her leading her over by the
screens. I don't think it had sunk into her somewhat
alcohol clouded mind that nearly all those clothes
Sheila had referred to her modeling were lingerie.
She stepped up onto the small platform as Marty
positioned himself behind the camera. "OK," she said
with a slightly nervous laugh. "What do I do?"
"Just relax," Marty told her, melting into photographer
mode. "Give me a smile, that's great." He snapped the
first picture. "See how easy it is? Put your hands
behind your head, that's good, lean back a little."
Click, click. "Mike, can you put that stool up there."
I grabbed a tall barstool and set it next to her. I gave
her a quick kiss and said, "You look gorgeous. Having
fun?"
"Yeah," she giggled, "just call me Cindy Crawford."
"Put your hands on the stool," Marty directed her,
that's good, now bend at the waist and arch your back."
He snapped several more shots, directing her around the
stool. She went through several poses, bending over the
stool, standing behind it.
He had her sit up on it and cross her legs, causing the
skirt to ride up high enough to expose her stocking
tops. He took a few more pictures and then motioned for
her to unfasten a couple of buttons on her blouse. She
complied with a naughty grin, opening up the top three
buttons. As she turned this way and that, frequent
glimpses of her bra and the smooth tops of her petite
breasts were recorded on film.
"Might as well take the whole thing off," Sheila said
offhand.
She unfastened the last few buttons then hesitated.
Before she could voice and objection, Sheila chimed in,
"Why don't you give the poor girl a break Marty," I
sensed a barely perceptible note of anxiety in her
voice. "Even supermodels get five minutes for a rice
cake."
"True, true," Marty agreed, "why don't I get us all
something to eat?"
He left for the kitchen.
"Having fun," Sheila asked as she sat down on one of the
couches with Cynthia. "You look great! These pictures
are going to be fantastic. Do you want to see some
others Marty's taken?"
"Sure," Cynthia agreed. I could tell she felt a little
awkward sitting there with her blouse wide open, but she
tried to act unaffected. Sheila got up and brought a
photo album out of one of the cabinets and handed it to
Cynthia. It was very similar looking to the ones I had
seen a couple of weeks ago.
I moved to look over my wife's shoulder as she thumbed
through the book. It started with several pages of
photos of Sheila fully dressed in sexy clothes. A few
pages in, the pictures got a little racier. There were
several pages of photos of Sheila posing in all sorts of
lingerie - bra and panty sets, nighties, etc. In the
last few pages she was topless and the final page had
her totally, yet tastefully nude.
I could tell the pictures excited Cynthia, she kept
telling Sheila how good she looked, how much she liked
various articles of clothing. Marty returned with a tray
of crackers and cheeses, along with a couple of bottles
of wine and four glasses. He filled our glasses and
Cynthia was the first to finish hers as we all commented
on Sheila's photos and kept telling Cynthia how great
she looked.
Finally, Marty asked her if she wanted to take some
more. She hesitated a very brief moment, and then with a
"what the hell" look in her eye she stripped the blouse
off and hopped up on the stool. A beige push-up bra gave
her small, pert breasts all the cleavage they could
offer. Marty snapped only a couple of pictures before
the doorbell rang.
Marty and Sheila exchanged a puzzled look. "I really
don't think we're expecting anyone. I'll go get see who
it is and get rid of them," Sheila assured everyone as
she left the room.
Cynthia posed for a few more pictures, then Sheila
walked back into the room. "Marty," she said, "look who
came by to drop off your books."
I turned to see a tall, good-looking blonde man, a
couple of years older than me, walk smiling into the
room. Cynthia raised her hands to cover herself, looking
a bit bewildered.
"Kevin!" Marty exclaimed, "Come on in, I've got a couple
of people I'd love for you to meet."
Hearing his name gelled things for me. He had been one
of the three men in Debbie's video.
Marty introduced me, and we shook hands.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he started,
giving Cynthia a friendly smile, "I don't want to
embarrass anyone."
All eyes were on Cynthia. She hesitated for a moment
then screwed up her courage and dropped her arms. I
think she had started to idolize Marty and Sheila a bit,
and since the situation seemed so harmless, so normal to
them, she didn't want to do anything she would perceive
as disappointing them.
"Nonsense," she said with a smile that took just a bit
of effort. "We're just shooting some pictures of my new
clothes."
"Care to stick around?" Sheila asked him, "If Mike and
Cynthia here don't mind."
I exchanged a questioning glance with my wife, then she
answered. "That's fine with me. Help our host out and
get him a glass of wine, Mike."
She headed boldly back to the platform and started
posing again, now for a slightly larger audience. Any
shyness she may have had disappeared quickly. It almost
seemed as if she was trying to shame any embarrassment
she had into submission, helped by the liberal
quantities of alcohol she had consumed. She thrust her
chest out and stared at the camera with a sultry gaze,
slightly overdone.
Marty took photos from several angles, and then she
propped her foot up on the lower rung of the stool and
slowly peeled the stocking off her leg, finally kicking
both shoes off. Marty had her move over to one of the
couches so she could lie on her back to remove the other
stocking. She raised her leg high in the air, causing
her already brief skirt to ride up and reveal her lacy,
taupe-colored panties as she rolled the other stocking
off.
She rolled around through several very sexy poses as her
appreciative audience constantly encouraged her with
compliments and suggestions for poses. After a few more
shots she sat up and took upon herself the one
suggestion that no one had yet voiced. She reached
behind her back and unfastened her bra. She giggled and
Marty snapped away as it fell into her lap, exposing her
lovely little tits. Her nipples were already stiffly
pointing straight ahead. Marty took a couple of steps
closer and snapped the last five shots on his roll of
film.
As he quickly started reloading the camera, Sheila
placed a glass of wine in our gorgeous models hand and
sat next to her on the sofa.
"You're looking fantastic!" she told her, "I can't wait
to see how these turn out."
"Do you really thinks so?" Cynthia asked her.
"Just look at the reaction you've caused in your
audience!" she indicated the growing bulges Kevin and I
had in our pants.
"These pants are feeling a bit tight," Kevin chuckled.
Sheila nudged Cynthia playfully and then beckoned Kevin
over. As he approach them, my wife reached up and
stroked his cock through his pants, then lowered his
zipper, drawing his cock free. Kevin didn't have a large
cock, but a respectable six-inch cock was suddenly
inches from her face. She was obviously developing some
interesting instincts; she wrapped her mouth around his
cock and started blowing this stranger right there.
Marty raised the camera, but Sheila motioned him off,
unseen by Cynthia, mouthing "not yet."
I approached Sheila, unfastening my trousers. She
readily took me into her mouth and started sucking me
with her skillful mouth. I easily slid deeply into her
throat as I lunged gently forward.
"Can you take me in deeper?" Kevin asked her quietly.
She tried to accommodate, pulling him far into throat,
then pushing him away as she started to gag.
"Watch me dear," Sheila told her. Under my wife's
watchful gaze she easily took me in to the hilt, backed
off then deep throated me again.
"Just relax your throat, breath through your nose," she
coaxed.
Cynthia tried again, with a barely more success. "Keep
it up," Sheila told her. "That's it. You're starting to
get it. Breath through the nose, remember." My far too
brief blowjob was quickly forgotten as she continued
giving Cynthia a lesson in the fine art of deep-
throating. Her concentration focused on the task at
hand, Marty started discreetly taking photos again.
She was starting to get the hang of it, but was still
gagging occasionally.
Sheila made a suggestion. "Lie on your back here on this
coffee table. Yeah, just like that let your head hand
back over the edge. Good, now it's more of a straight
line."
Kevin knelt in front of her so that his cock was level
with her mouth as Sheila sat down on the couch next to
them to coach her pupil. Kevin was now having an easier
time slipping his cock in and out of her mouth, his
balled bounced off her nose each time he buried himself
in her throat.
"Mike, I think a little distraction would help her relax
and make things go a little more smoothly." Sheila
indicated the other end of the table and I positioned
myself between my wife's legs, unceremoniously pulling
her panties off.
As I put my mouth to her cunt I found that she was
already quite wet. She wrapped her legs around my neck
as I traced circles on her sensitive clit with my
tongue. Kevin was now fondling her breasts as he
leisurely fucked her mouth. She started lifting her
hips, mashing her crotch against my face as I licked her
most sensitive folds. She was starting to get really
worked up, moaning around the cock filling her mouth.
I decided she needed something a little more substantial
than my tongue in her pussy. I raised up on my knees and
lifter her ankles up to my shoulders. When I pushed my
cock about halfway into her, it was like slipping into a
velvety warm glove. I pulled back out and grabbed on to
her thighs for leverage, then plunged myself slowly but
surely in to the hilt as Kevin did the same to her
mouth.
We screwed her at both ends like that for a few
wonderful minutes before Sheila told us that the coffee
table had to be getting rough on Cynthia's poor back.
She let out a whimper of disappointment as we withdrew
our cocks from their pleasant confines.
We helped her off the table and pushed it to the side as
she dropped to her hands and knees on the floor. Sheila
quickly kicked off her shoes, shucked off her dress and
sat down next to her wearing a sexy black corset that
lifted her full breasts up high, only half covering her
nipples, and pinching her waist to give her a delicious
hourglass figure. Cynthia raised her round ass into the
air for me and I positioned myself on the couch behind
her and slipped my dick easily back into her beckoning
cunt.
In the reorganization, Marty had handed the camera over
to Kevin and now dropped to his knees in front of my
cock hungry wife with healthy portion for her. Sheila
took his cock in her hand and guided it into Cynthia's
mouth.
I hadn't noticed her other hand before, but I suddenly
realized that it was beneath Cynthia's chest, tugging on
her pert nipples. To my knowledge, and I know my wife's
history pretty thoroughly, she had never had a sexual
experience with a woman before. Sheila had taken the
bold step of initiating contact and she didn't seem to
mind at all. In fact she was reveling in the all of the
erotic contact.
Sheila was leaning very close to her, talking to her
softly with her mouth nearly touching her ear as she
continued to play with my wife's little tits. I couldn't
make out what she was saying, but Cynthia was getting
hotter and hotter. She was grunting and moaning with the
thrill of this wild fuck, occasional intelligible words
came out of her mouth. "Yes, yes... ooh I like it...
yes."
"He's a little bigger, but it's just the same," she
softly coaxed in my wife's ear. "That's it, relax your
throat." She was already taking him most of the way in.
He kept slowly pumping into her mouth, not forcing it,
just letting her take as much as she could. I was
matching Marty's strokes evenly, pulling out as he slid
his cock into her throat, then filling her cunt again as
he pulled back out.
Suddenly, she pushed him away turning her head to
Sheila. "Fuck!" she panted I'm gonna cum already." I
started fucking her a bit harder. "Oh, oh yes, GOD YES!"
she bucked against me as she came, every muscle in her
body suddenly tensing, tensing, then falling loose. She
dropped her head, puffing for breath.
"First of many," Sheila told her with smiling
encouragement. Marty urged his stiff penis back at her
face and she obediently opened her mouth to take him in.
"Just suck him for a while, don't try to deep throat
him. Catch your breath. That's it, use your tongue." She
resumed her blowjob as her enthusiasm quickly returned.
Kevin set the camera to the side and quickly stripped
off his clothes. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked, then
whispered, "probably enough pictures for now."
I disengaged myself and moved to a chair a few feet away
to sit and watch the action for a while. Kevin knelt
down and went right to work, sticking his dick into her
and immediately fucking her with gusto. Sheila was still
sitting next to her, instructing and encouraging her.
Marty had freed his wife's tempting tits and was
vigorously squeezing them as they bulged out over the
top of her corset.
She had Cynthia sucking on Marty's balls now while she
stroked her husband's long shaft with her hand. She was
rubbing Marty's cock, slick with saliva, all over my
wife's face as she eagerly chased after it with her
mouth and tongue. Kevin was really going at it behind
her now, energetically slamming into her.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill you up baby," he told
her.
Sheila quickly whispered a question in Cynthia's ear and
she responded loudly. "No! I want him in my mouth!"
"Ask him."
"Cum in my mouth," she turned her head around, "Please,
let me suck you!"
He hurried around in front of her and pointed his cock
at her open mouth. She leaned forward, trying to get her
mouth on his nearly erupting volcano, but he pulled
back.
"Just open your mouth," he told her, stroking his cock.
In a few seconds he came in a huge burst. She closed her
mouth to hurriedly swallow his load as his second shot
splattered against her closed lips and across her cheek.
She quickly opened her mouth again to receive the rest
of his milky white gift, holding it open until he was
completely done before trying to swallow again.
"Quit being so lazy, Mike," Sheila chided me. "Get back
there and make your wife cum again!"
Of course I obeyed, getting back into position behind my
Cynthia and slipping my thick cock into that warm
channel where another man's penis had just been. I could
tell Sheila was more forcefully toying with Cynthia's
nipples, causing her to arch her back and moan loudly in
pleasure. She took two fingers and mopped up the stray
semen from Cynthia's face and placed them against her
lips. She willing opened her mouth and sucked on the
other woman's fingers, slurping the cum off them as she
began to tremble, then suddenly erupt in her second
orgasm of the night.
Sheila didn't let her rest for a minute. "I'll bet your
husband would like a blowjob, you haven't sucked him at
all tonight. I'll bet you're about to cum, too, aren't
you Mike?"
"Damn soon," I told her, still heartily fucking away. I
looked over at Marty, who had taken the break to strip
down. "Take my place?"
"Don't think my knees will appreciate too much more of
this kneeling," he said a bit regretfully.
"Lie down," Sheila ordered him, tossing him a pillow
from the couch. He got on his back on the floor beside
Cynthia. She crawled over and mounted Marty while Sheila
knelt right behind her, her hands on her hips guiding
her movements as she fucked Marty.
I stood next to them, my hips level with Cynthia's face.
The way she immediately turned and started sucking my
dick seemed almost instinctual. Kevin stood on the other
side, his dangling cock showing some little sign of
returning to life. Sheila turned her head and began to
work her expert mouth on him; I was sure it wouldn't be
long before he was rigid as iron again.
I hadn't realized how close I was to cumming, but after
only a few moments Cynthia's eager mouth had me ready to
blow, despite the surely wonderful distractions the rest
of her body was receiving. I came and felt like it was
never going to stop. I held her head in my hands as my
juice flowed copiously into her mouth, feeling the best
orgasm I'd had in recent memory. She dutifully
swallowed, barely losing any of the fluid from the
corners of her lips in what was becoming a practiced
skill.
I collapsed back in the chair, temporarily exhausted.
Sheila's hands were cupping my hot wife's diminutive
breasts while her own full tits pressed against her
back. She bounced furiously on Marty's rod. He had one
of her hands in his, pressing it against her crotch with
her fingers working her clit. Kevin was alternating
between Sheila's mouth and Cynthia's; between the two of
them they had managed to bring him nearly back to his
former glory.
"Here I cum," Marty told her between rapid breaths, "I'm
gonna cum for you."
Sheila tried to pull her up, urging her off of him,
"He's gonna cum baby," she told her, "take it how you
like it, eat his cum for him."
"Yes," Cynthia moaned, but resisted. She was screwing
him faster. "Yes! No! God I'm cumming too!"
They came suddenly and loudly together. Most of the
volume was on Cynthia's part. She screamed in pleasure
as she came, with Marty pumping his cum deep into her
pussy as his wife forcefully pulled on Cynthia's
sensitive nipples. She finally collapsed in a heap on
top of him, panting hard, her face buried against his
chest.
"Wow," she said weakly, her breath still not back.
"That... that was... I think I-I... need to rest... for
a while."
Kevin gingerly helped her to her feet. As she took a
step, she stumbled a bit, falling into his arms. He
picked her up and took her to an oversized, pillowy sofa
and sat down with her across his lap. He helped her turn
toward him as he lay back, bringing her sweaty, glowing
body gently on top of him. She lay cuddling against this
man she didn't even really know, both of them naked. He
placed his hand on his aroused cock and pushed it
against the hard-used entrance of her cunt.
"Wait," she protested, sounding tired. "I... can't... I
need to rest."
"Shh, it's ok," he soothed her as his staff slid easily
up into her. "Just lie still. We can just lie here like
this." His hands tenderly caressed her breasts. "This is
nice, isn't it?"
"Mmm, yes."
"Help me unzip this, would you Mike," Sheila said,
turning her back to me.
I crawled over and helped her remove her corset, leaving
her in nothing but her stockings. Marty was sitting up
next to us now smiling.
"Having a good time, Mike?" he asked.
I just smiled.
"I think we should let them get acquainted for while,"
Sheila said, looking over at Kevin and Cynthia. Then she
got a mischievous look on her face. "I know that leaves
me with two cocks to revive, but I think I'm up for it."
-= Chapter 5 =-
Cynthia was definitely becoming a wilder fuck. She had
always been good in bed, but I guess maybe I'd never
known what great in bed could really be. The night
before we were supposed to meet with Marty and Sheila
was a perfect example of how she'd changed.
She greeted me at the door when I got home from work
wearing one of my shirts. Only a few buttons along the
bottom were fastened, and the hint of skin down her
chest within the mostly closed shirt teased at what was
barely hidden. The shirt was long enough to hide more of
her shapely legs than many of her skirts, but they
looked great nonetheless.
I leaned down and kissed my petite wife and received an
embrace and a warm welcome tongue in my mouth.
"Well, hello to you, too," I said when her kiss finally
ended.
"I've been anxious for you to get home," she told me,
taking my hand and leading me toward the stairs. "I
thought you'd never get here."
"Whoa," I said laughing, pulling my hand away from her.
"I just got here. Let me set my briefcase down, maybe
loosen my tie."
She kept going up the stairs without me. "Take your
time," she said from halfway up the stairs, "I'll be up
here. Hope I don't have to wait too long." With her back
to me she unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop to the
ground, revealing that she was completely naked
underneath. No panties, not a stitch on. She looked back
over her shoulder at me coyly and then casually walked
up the stairs toward the bedroom.
After five years of marriage, we were fucking daily, and
not uncommonly, even more often. This frequency was
fairly new over the last few months, since we had become
involved with Sheila and Marty, but I was far from tired
of it.
Watching my wife's curvy butt on her tiny frame wiggling
away from me killed any ideas about teasing her and
waiting. I started quickly up the stairs behind her,
taking them two at a time. With a playful scream she
broke into a run for the bedroom. I caught her as we
both went through the bedroom door. I grabbed her by the
waist and easily lifted her and tossed her onto our king
size bed. I leapt in behind her as she bounced and
turned onto her back. Holding both of her hands in one
of mine I held them over her head and zealously kissed
her.
"Hi there," I said. "Looks like I caught you."
"Guess so," she conceded, wrapping her bare leg up
around mine. "I suppose you're going to ravish me now?"
"Maybe I'll just let you go," I taunted.
"Oh, I kind of had my heart set on the whole ravishing
thing."
"Guess I can't let you down." I brought my free hand up
between her legs and rested it on her crotch. I rubbed
her nether lips with my fingers and started kissing her
again. She twisted her hands against my grip and I let
her go to find a softer handhold. While not large enough
to fill my hand, her left tit worked just fine. I worked
her main pleasure points with my hands and she used hers
to start working on my clothes.
By the time she'd managed to get my shirt untucked and
unbuttoned I was working two fingers into her slick
cunt. She started slowing down her efforts at my clothes
as she became more focused on her own pleasure. She
managed to slip her hand inside my fly and was stroking
my cock. I moved my head to her breasts and started
sucking her nipples, pinching them in my teeth and
twisting them in my fingers. Her hips her thrusting
against my other hand as I finger fucked her and toyed
with her hypersensitive clit.
"Oh, yeah! I'm gonna cum for you baby. I'm gonna cum on
your hand Mike!"
"Already?" I thought. I'd noticed it certainly took a
lot less to get her off than ever before. She easily got
aroused, and her sexual inhibitions were disappearing
more rapidly than I could have possibly imagined. Her
sexual appetite was much greater, also.
Aside from our daily fuck sessions, I had discovered
that she was masturbating too. She didn't know I was
aware of this, but I had my suspicions, so I started
placing her vibrator "just so" in her drawer every day
and, sure enough, by the time I came home it was always
in a different place.
She came against my hand, screaming her satisfaction as
her hand squeezed my cock tightly. In a moment her
muscles unclenched and she relaxed onto the bed with a
sigh. I rolled on top of her, shoving my trousers down
to about mid thigh.
"Just a minute," she panted, as I pushed the head of my
thick tool against her tight slit. "Let me catch my
breath."
"Nope," I told her, pushing easily halfway into her
slippery cunt.
She grunted as I withdrew and thrust in again, harder.
"All the way, this time," I promised her. A louder,
guttural sound escaped her lips as I kept my pledge with
a powerful thrust that buried my dick to the hilt. I
held it there insider her, letting her pussy
acclimatized to its intruder.
"More," she encouraged in a low moan.
Who was I to argue? I started fucking her in long full
strokes. She wrapped her slender legs around my waist
and dug her heels into my ass to encourage me. She
pumped her hips against me to meet me at every stroke,
keeping my pace and trying to speed it up.
"Harder!" she begged. "Oh yeah, give it to me harder."
"Harder?" I asked between breaths, "like this!"
"Oh fuck! That's great! God, Mike give to me so good!"
"Turn around," I told her fighting to break the grip of
her legs.
She speedily complied, rolling over onto her knees and
raising her firm, round ass high in the air and
stretching her arms out in front of her, her head
resting against the mattress. Still half dressed, I
moved in behind her on my knees and shoved my rock-hard
cock into her. I didn't waste any time resuming my
demanding rhythm.
In this position we both had more leverage to really go
at it. She rocked back and forth into me as I pounded
her from behind. In no time she was moaning and biting
the mattress, nearly cumming again already. I leaned
forward and wrapped my arms around her, screwing her
deeply as I roughly took her small tits in my hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she yelled, "I'm gonna cum now
Mike oh shit there, there!"
Her cunt muscles gripped my cock as she came and I
pumped harder against the friction.
"My turn," I moaned as her orgasm ended. I took my cock
from her slick pussy and she collapsed, rolling onto her
back and reaching for my dick. She pumped it in her hand
as she raised herself up and took the head between her
lips. I blasted into her mouth as she sucked, swallowing
my load with surprising expertise. Over the last week
this occasional ritual that Marty and Sheila had begun
had wordless become the norm. An excellent sign, Marty
had told me, that she was way ahead of schedule.
We finally collapsed onto the bed, my head rested
against her bare, sweaty chest.
"That was quite a 'welcome home'" I said.
"Thought you'd like it." She wiggled around to face me,
smiling as I tenderly cleared the stray hair plastered
to her face. "But that's just a little warm up. I think
we can work ourselves into a long, slow, really good
screw, now that we got that first big bang out of the
way."
"Do we get to eat dinner?" I joked.
"We can order pizza later."
"Talked me into it." I kissed her neck lightly as my
hand absently caressed her breast. Her nipples were
still stiff with sexual excitement. "We've sure eaten a
lot of pizza lately. You've really become quite the
horny little vixen."
"Complaining," she arched her eyebrow at me.
I had to laugh. "Not hardly!"
"I can't wait to see Sheila and Marty tomorrow. Think
they'll have the pictures done?"
"Probably," I told her, although I knew for a fact that
they had been ready since Monday. Marty had even scanned
a few and emailed them to me. "I can't wait to see
them."
"Me too. That was quite a night," she said, a smile
creeping into her lips at the memory.
"Being the sexy model was quite a turn on, eh?"
"It really was. I hope I get the chance to do it again."
"I really don't think that will be a problem! Hell, I'll
go get our camera right now."
She playfully punched my arm. "Not quite the same thing!
Well, maybe some other time."
"The rest of the night was pretty wild, too."
"That goes without saying," she laughed, then got a
little serious. "You weren't upset about me and Kevin,
were you? I mean, we'd agreed about Marty and Sheila,
but he was kind of surprise and..."
"No, really. It was ok," I reassured her. "It was really
a turn on watching you with him. Would you have minded
if another woman had shown up instead, and me and her...
got familiar?"
"I've thought about that, and... I wouldn't mind."
"Then again," I ventured in a joking tone, testing the
waters a bit, "another woman might show up and be
interested in you. Sheila sure got a little friendly."
Cynthia blushed. "I hadn't expected that. And I've
thought about that, too. It was kind of weird."
"But not bad?"
"No. Oh you men and your lesbian fantasies!" she hit me
with a pillow.
We both laughed for a moment and then I pushed, just a
little more. "Seriously, though, Sheila's obviously bi.
The, uh, situation...is going to come up again."
"Yeah, I guess so," she demurred.
"I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not
comfortable with, I've said that from the beginning and
I mean it. If it's going to be a problem, you need to
talk to her. I'm sure she would understand."
Cynthia thought for a moment. "Honestly, Mike, if it was
just like last weekend, well, I enjoyed that. I mean, I
don't know I guess. I think we can just see what
happens, and if things go too far, I'll say something.
She'll understand, like you said." She sounded a little
uncertain, but I decided to let it drop for now.
I kissed her, long and gently, then smiled and glanced
down at my cock. She followed my eyes and smiled,
looking at my flaccid prick lying against my thigh.
"I think I can do something about that." She grinned and
licked her lips. "A little appetizer to get you ready
for round two."
She crawled down and took my cock into her mouth,
beginning one of her fantastic blow-jobs. I knew I would
be hard again in no time.
"I could use a little sustenance myself," I told her
reaching for her hips and sliding them up to me so that
we were lying on our sides, mouths to genitals. Her
musky scent filled my nostrils as I dipped my tongue
into her sweet honey-pot.
***
"Set that down and give me a hand over here," Marty told
me as he extended the legs of the tripod. I reluctantly
set the photo album to the side. Cynthia's pictures had
come out even hotter than I'd imagined.
We were in the secret room next to the den and we were
running late. Our wives were due back from their
shopping trip at any time, and Marty wanted to get the
video cameras set up for what he was sure would be a
terrific video opportunity.
"Do you really think it will happen?" I asked.
"From what you told me about your conversation, as well
as her increasing, well, sluttiness, I guess you'd call
it, I'm pretty sure. And Sheila can be pretty
irresistible."
I had to agree with that.
We set up three cameras in the small room, one fixed
camera on each corner of the window/mirror and one right
in the middle that Marty would man. Another still camera
was hidden in a mirrored end table in the den, twelve
feet away from the sofa. Marty had assured me that none
of the cameras got all the action as well as when you
were right in the room filming live, but once he mixed
and edited them they came out pretty good.
"Perfect timing," he announced as we plugged in the last
camera. "Here they are."
Cynthia and Sheila walked in to the room, smiling and
laughing. Cynthia plopped down on the sofa as Sheila
headed over to the bar.
"Rum and Coke sound alright to you, or are you tired of
them yet today?" Sheila asked her as she dropped ice
cubes into glasses.
"Sounds fine to me. Wow, I always seem to do plenty of
drinking when I'm with you!"
Marty and I both laughed out loud at that comment,
sharing a wink.
"I guess Marty and I are starting to turn you into a
lush; just like us," Sheila laughingly told her as she
handed her the drink and sat down next to her. For the
next twenty minutes they went through their drinks and
chatted about inconsequential things, the place they had
just been to lunch, places they wanted to go to shop
later, etc. Finally Sheila looked at her watch and
changed the subject a little.
"Still quite a while 'til the guys get back from
golfing. It's been over a week now since we saw you both
last; I have to admit I've been pretty anxious to get
together."
"Me, too," Cynthia giggled, getting a mischievous smile
on her face. "I always look forward seeing you guys."
"That reminds me," Sheila told her getting up. "We
developed the pictures we took last time you were over.
Wanna see?"
Cynthia's face colored just a bit, "Oh yeah. Did they
come out ok? I have to admit I felt a little awkward,
I'm probably not much of a model."
"Don't be ridiculous," Sheila scolded her. "They came
out beautifully. You really look fantastic. Hang tight
just a sec, I'll run and get them."
She left the den and tapped lightly on the door to our
secret room. Marty let her in and she came over to me,
smiling.
"Hi Mike." She kissed me firmly on the mouth and I gave
her ass an affectionate squeeze. "I take it you've
already seen the pictures? What do you think?"
"Very hot," I told her. "I think she's going to like
them. The whole modest thing is about half put-on, she's
been wondering about the pictures all week."
"I had a feeling." Marty handed her the album. "Did you
talk to her about anything else?"
"Yes," I smiled at her, knowing exactly what she meant.
"She's definitely interested. It looks like you've
already plied her with alcohol, so I have a feeling you
won't have too much trouble with your seduction."
"Mmmm, a seductress. I kind of like the sound of that."
She kissed me again. "I'd better get back out there,
don't want to keep her waiting too long." She quickly
went over to her husband and gave him a quick kiss, then
returned to the den.
"Here they are," she announced as she sat next to my
wife and opened the book to the first page.
"Unfortunately, for all that lingerie we bought, we only
got pictures in the one outfit."
Cynthia burst into a fit of slightly drunken giggles as
she started leafing through the photo album. "I guess I
did get a little distracted. Like I said I'm not much of
a model. Hey, you were right, these do look good!"
"I thought you would like them. You really do look great
in a short skirt like that, you've got terrific legs."
She turned a few more pages, then let out a sharp "Oh!"
followed by more giggles. "This was where I got a little
daring!"
"Bye, bye bra," Sheila agreed teasingly, "but you
remember that's just the beginning."
Cynthia was still looking at her first topless pictures.
"They are pretty sexy, but I guess I won't be on the
centerfold of Playboy anytime soon."
"Don't be so modest, Cynth. These are very good."
"Yeah, but I'm not really built like a centerfold. Not
quite enough up top."
"Hush!" Sheila told her, "you've got fantastic breasts.
Certainly none of the guys that were watching that night
complained."
"I guess not, but they're not as impressive as yours."
Sheila hefted her own breasts in her hands. "I do have
some fun with these. But all big boobs really do is sag
a little more each year and hurt your back." She turned
another page in the album and admired the next shot.
"Those boobs of yours are going to be perky until your
fifty!"
Cynthia turned several more pages, then stopped for a
long time, staring at one page. Sheila smiled slightly,
waiting for her reaction.
"I guess I kind of forgot they were still taking
pictures then," she finally said.
"Just a few," Sheila told her, although it was actually
only a few out of quite a lot that made it into the
album she was looking at now. "Those definitely won't
make Playboy. Maybe Hustler."
She turned another page slowly, I wasn't quite sure how
to read her intent look.
"I've never really paid much attention to pictures
this...explicit before. I really never imagined myself
in any. Wow. I never would have guessed how sexy they
could be."
Marty and I both sighed audible in relief.
"I was kind of worried there for a minute," I confessed.
"I hate to admit it, but me, too," he agreed.
"You look fantastic," Sheila told her. She pointed to
something in the picture. "I hope you didn't mind me
getting a little friendly there."
My wife grinned at her a little sheepishly. "Not at all.
I mean, with everything going on and all, it was just...
every touch was just so... sexual. I kind of lost track
of who was even touching me."
Sheila displayed a slightly disappointed look. "Oh. I'd
thought you enjoyed my... participation. I didn't mean
to overstep."
"No, that's not what I meant," a note of anxiety crept
into her voice. She idolized Sheila to a certain extent
and I was sure she was suddenly afraid of injuring their
relationship. "Everything mixed together into this
great, wonderful feeling, but I guess I was aware of...
everyone... that was involved. And I enjoyed it all."
"I'm so glad to hear that." Sheila tried to hide the
sound of relief in her voice. "You were certainly
enjoying yourself. I would hate to feel I'd taken
advantage."
"Not at all," Cynthia quickly reassured her.
Sheila put her hand lightly on her arm. "I got the
feeling it was new to you, having a woman involved like
that. I worried a little that you might have had some
regrets later."
Cynthia blushed.
"It is new, but it was all right. Everything has been
knew with you and Marty, but there's nothing I regret."
"Maybe I kind of forget that, the way you seem to fit in
so nicely with us." Cynthia beamed at the compliment,
and Sheila decided to push her luck a bit further. "I've
really enjoyed getting closer to you, you're such an
attractive woman, in so many ways." As she talked she
ran her hand along Cynthia's arm and gently cupped her
young protégé's breast.
"Is this ok?" she asked, caressing the small, firm tit
in her hand.
"I...I guess so."
"Are you sure?" Sheila asked her, looking intently into
her eyes as she unbuttoned my wife's blouse with her
other hand. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
Cynthia paused for a moment before responding as Sheila
eased opened the now-unbuttoned blouse and reached in to
take a breast in each hand.
"No, it's ok," Cynthia said nervously. "Actually, kind
of nice."
"Good," Sheila told her soothingly, still staring into
her eyes, "maybe things will get even nicer. You do have
such marvelous, sexy breasts." Cynthia leaned back on
the couch, relaxing passively as Sheila massaged her
chest, pinching her nipples through the sheer white
fabric of her bra.
"I don't know why you wear bras, you sure don't need
them to lift anything up and I think you look so much
sexier without. I know it would feel sexier without.
Your clothes brushing against your bare nipples every
time you move, you just feel half turned on all day."
She reached between Cynthia's breasts and unclasped her
bra. Her nipples were stiffly pointing straight out.
Sheila took the warm, bare tit-flesh in her hands,
tweaking the excited nipples. She slowly leaned in
closer, and I was sure for a moment she was going to
kiss her. Instead she bent lower, softly kissing
Cynthia's chest just above her breasts.
She began a trail of tender kissed down until her lips
were touching the area just between her breasts. Sheila
turned to briefly smile at her as she squeezed her right
breast at the base, bulging it out slightly, then
flicked the engorged nipple with her tongue.
A sharp intake of breath was the only sign Cynthia gave
to show her pleasure, but it was enough for Sheila. Her
tongue made slow circles around the nipple before
finally taking it into her mouth, sucking on it hard and
then repeating the process with her other breast. She
dropped one hand onto Cynthia's leg and started rubbing
up and down along the inside of her thigh, pushing her
skirt a little higher each time.
After a few minutes of this teasing Sheila raised her
head so her face was once again inches from Cynthia's,
staring deeply into her eyes. Cynthia's lips parted
slightly, expectantly, but Sheila merely held her gaze
for a few moments and then reached up to slide the open
blouse and brassier off her shoulders. She reached up
and cupped her younger friend's diminutive tits briefly
before finally breaking her gaze and standing up.
Unfastening the top three buttons on the front of her
own dress allowed Sheila to shrug it off her shoulders
and let it fall to the floor. Cynthia unconsciously
licked her lips as she stared at Sheila's sexy body in
her lacy black underwear. She was certainly dressed, or
rather undressed, for action. A push-up bra lifted her
plentiful tits up with a spectacular display of cleavage
while a thong and garter belt accentuated her curvy
hips. Her black stockings and heels completed the
vixenish look. She sat down next to Cynthia with her arm
around her shoulders and her free hand returning to a
silky firm tit.
"Would you like to kiss me?" Sheila asked her
seductively, as her lips waited inches from my wife's.
"Yes," Cynthia replied barely above a whisper.
Sheila didn't hesitate to make it happen. She kissed my
wife passionately and from what I could tell, Cynthia
responded in kind. She had been pretty much passive up
until now, but she was starting to react more
energetically. Her arms wrapped around Sheila, pulling
her into a closer embrace as they kissed deeply.
Sheila took her hand and guided it to her large, full
breast. Cynthia gave it a tentative squeeze. Sheila
broke their kiss, moving to nuzzle Cynthia's neck and
nibble on her earlobe. Cynthia became bolder, squeezing
Sheila's tit as it overfilled her small hand. In a
moment her other hand came moved up to join the fun. She
looked a little awkward groping another woman's goodies
for the first time, like a teenage boy feeling up his
first girlfriend.
"That feels good," Sheila encouraged her, putting her
hand between Cynthia's thighs and sliding it up under
her skirt. "Pinch my nipples a little. Ooh, like that."
"I can feel them through your bra," Cynthia breathed.
"You're so wet already," Sheila had obviously gone
straight for the good stuff.
She pulled her hand out from under Cynthia's skirt with
her finger hooked through the crotch of her white
panties. "Another undergarment I think you could start
doing without," she said as she disengaged long enough
to slide the scant piece of cotton down my wife's legs
and then toss it to the side. "They're fine for dress
up, but entirely unnecessary on a day-to-day basis."
Without another word she reached to Cynthia's waist and
unfastened her skirt. She raised her hips to let Sheila
slide it off.
Sheila brazenly stared at her, her eyes tracing every
inch from her feet to her nervously smiling face and
then back again.
"You are so sexy, I just don't know where to start!"
Cynthia giggled in response and Sheila proved herself a
liar as she moved back in to kiss her, immediately
dropping one hand between her legs, enjoying the
unrestricted access to Cynthia's cunt, while the other
quickly found a waiting tit, and began tugging on the
sensitive tip.
Cynthia was getting into it even more now. She went
right for Sheila tits, eagerly exploring them with her
hands. She maneuvered one partway out of the top of its
confinement and toyed with the freed nip.
"Just take my bra off," Sheila told her, pressing her
body close so that Cynthia easily reached behind her and
unhooked the bra. As Cynthia peeled it off her
shoulders, Sheila slid two fingers up into her wet
tunnel. "Your pussy is so hot," she said as my wife
gasped sharply, "it's like a furnace." She started
moving her fingers in and out. "No wonder all the guys
love putting their cocks up this great cunt." She pumped
a couple of more times then stopped. "You got these
babies free, don't you want to play with them?" she
wiggled her shoulders playfully, causing her full
knockers to bounce on her chest.
Cynthia was a bit dazed by all the rapidly changing,
erotically charged
stimuli. Sheila was trying to keep her off her guard and
it was working
"They're so wonderful, I've never felt another woman's
breasts before, and,"
"Tits," Sheila interrupted her, "they're definitely
tits."
Cynthia giggled again and Sheila's correction, but then
looked a little disappointed when Sheila took her
fingers from her love box. Sheila lifted her tits up in
with her hands to display them for her pupil then
straddled her, which place those tempting mams right in
my wife's face. Cynthia instinctively leaned forward and
put her lips to Sheila's right jug.
"Mmm, you tongue feels good on my nipple."
"They're so big," Cynthia told her moving now to the
other one and moving her tongue in a circle around the
large areola. "Your nipples I mean. Are they sensitive?"
I couldn't believe how quickly my young wife had adapted
to this entirely new situation. Until only a few months
ago, the whole idea of having sex with another woman was
totally taboo, and now here she was naked with another
nearly naked woman. The awkwardness of only a few
minutes ago had already given way to eager curiosity
about this new experience. More and more I believed that
she truly was the slut Marty and Sheila saw in her.
"Very!" Sheila answered her. "Just like yours." She
reached down and took the blonde's perky nipples in the
fingers, squeezing firmly.
Marty and I sat entranced as we watched the two women
playing with each other breasts for several minutes.
Cynthia unabashedly fondled and squeezed Sheila's jugs,
alternately sucking one nipple, then the other. All the
while Sheila never let loose of her nipples, pulling,
twisting and squeezing them. As always, once she was
already turned on, which seemed easier than ever to do
these days, Cynthia really caught fire when her tender
tits were subjected to a more intense stimulation.
Finally, Sheila decided to take things in a new
direction.
"God, you've got me so turned on," she panted.
"Me, too," Cynthia moaned.
"I want to make you feel so much better," she told her.
"I want to make you cum. Do you want to cum? Do you want
to make me cum?"
"Oh yes!"
The answer was barely out of my wife's mouth before
Sheila raised herself up on her knees and pushed down
firmly on Cynthia's shoulders, sliding her down in the
chair and then thrusting her crotch forward, towards her
face.
I was greatly surprised at this bold action. I was sure
she would go down on Cynthia first, getting her so
worked up that she wouldn't balk at anything. But here
she was pushing her cunt in my wife's face, and she
didn't hesitate to eat her first pussy.
Cynthia leaned in and licked experimentally along the
center of Sheila's panty-clad crotch. "I...I'm not sure
what to do..." Cynthia started to say.
"Just do what you know feels good to yourself. And let
me get these out of the way." With one quick movement
she put her hands to her waist and pulled on a string on
either side, allowing her to quickly bare her pussy for
the waiting mouth in front of it.
Cynthia's tongue reached out uncertainly, but Sheila put
her hand behind her head and pushed it forward into her
musky twat. Cynthia didn't resist at all, instead I
watched her head moving as she worked her tongue around
in newly discovered territory.
"That's it, that's good, so good," Sheila coaxed. "Suck
my clit, yeah, just like that. Lean back. All the way."
As Cynthia reclined backward, Sheila followed, their
mouth to cunt contact never breaking. Sheila lifted one
leg up and over the back of the sofa, effectively
pinning her young friends face against her crotch. She
continued graphically instructing her in the finer
points of cunnilingus as she ground her hips against her
face.
"Use your fingers, too. Fuck me with them," Cynthia
instantly obeyed her instructor. "Play with yourself,
too. Get that pussy real wet for me. After you make me
cum, I'm gonna lick you so good."
Cynthia fingered herself vigorously with one hand while
the other pumped just as hard into Sheila, who was
starting to really fuck Cynthia's face. She was moaning
and grinding her hips against the fervent tongue in her
cunt as she squeezed her own bouncing boobs. Finally,
she couldn't hold back any longer and came with pleased
groan, spasming against Cynthia's mouth.
Coming down from the sexual high, catching her breath,
she dismounted from Cynthia and the couch.
"That was fantastic!" she told her. Her praise elicited
a smile from my wife that seemed almost childlike in its
honest happiness at having pleased.
"I'm getting so hot, too!" Cynthia told her, "I want
you."
Sheila smiled, but sat down on the floor opposite her.
"Keep playing with yourself," she told her. "I want to
watch you cum. That's it, show me how you like it."
"Oh, god, Sheila, I really want you! Please, touch me!"
I could tell Sheila was enjoying making her beg.
"Make yourself cum, baby, then I'll really do you. I
like to start with a clean slate."
Cynthia redoubled her efforts, focusing her fingers on
her clit. Her other hand pulled forcefully on her
nipples, feeling every intense sensation as pure
pleasure. It didn't take her long to cum, and she came
hard. Her hips jolted several times, and she bounced
herself clear off the couch, collapsing in a panting,
shaking, very pleased heap on the floor.
"Damn!" Sheila laughed. "You definitely deserve a
reward. Here, just lie down here on the floor, this
carpets actually quite soft, I'll be right back." She
positioned her in profile to Marty and I, giving us an
excellent vantage point.
She went behind the bar, and retrieved a pair of
vibrators from a drawer, holding them up so that Marty
and I, and the camera could see. One was slender and
bright pink, about six inches long and less than an inch
in diameter. The other was silver, also about seven
inches long, but closer to an inch and a half diameter.
She walked back across the room, kicking off her heels
along the way, and handed a somewhat confused Cynthia
the pink toy. Cynthia started to sit up and voice a
question, but Sheila quieted her with the age-old
gesture of a finger to the lips. She turned around and
squatted over my wife's face, her pussy hovering just
inches from her nose, then she leaned forward and
relaxed on top of Cynthia in a sixty-nine position.
She lowered her mouth Cynthia's responsive clit and
turned on the vibrator, running the end of it back and
forth along her pussy lips. Cynthia mimicked her
movements. Soon, Sheila slid the vibrator easily into
her slippery cunt and Cynthia followed suit. Cynthia was
once again the student, following Sheila's instructions
by imitating what was done to her.
Sheila reached down and toyed with a nipple; Cynthia did
the same. This beautiful lesson in Sappho continued
wordless for nearly twenty minutes, slowly building
until they were both breathing heavily and moaning
loudly, their bodies gyrating. Tongues lapped furiously
as vibrators pistoned rapidly into cunts and breasts
ground against bellies.
"Oh fuck!" Cynthia screamed.
"Are you going to cum?" Sheila managed to ask between
breaths.
"Almost... ohmygod... almost there."
"I want to cum together," she started pumping the
vibrator even faster into Cynthia's sopping pussy, but
reached back with her free hand to stop Cynthia from
doing the same to her. She pulled the slim toy from her
hot love canal and pushed the end against her tightly
pucker anus.
Seeing what she wanted, Cynthia took the toy and shoved
into Sheila's ass. She rammed it fiercely in and out as
she suddenly came. Her orgasm rolled through her body,
lasting nearly half a minute. Midway through it, Sheila
came, too. Her thighs clamped unnoticed against
Cynthia's head as she screamed into her cunt.
When the eruption was finally over they both lay there
motionless for several minutes, inhaling each other's
potent smell of pure sex as they panted to catch, their
collective breath. Sheila finally rolled off of her
young partner, the bottom of the thin vibrator still
just barely peeking out from her ass. She let out a deep
sigh as she slowly removed it and rolled it to the side.
Taking her time, she stood on slightly wobbly legs as
Cynthia pulled herself up onto the sofa.
"Water?" Sheila asked, receiving a weakly affirmative
nod.
She went to the bar and filled a pair of glasses. She
returned and handed one to Cynthia. "Well?" was all she
asked.
Cynthia only smiled.
Sheila sat next to her, putting her arm around her
shoulders. Cynthia snuggled in a little, resting her
head against Sheila's soft, left tit.
Sheila stroked her hair gently, "Why don't we go up to
the bedroom and take a little nap and get rested up. The
guys will be home in a couple of hours, and after we
demonstrate this new...discovery...of yours, I'm sure
they won't be willing to let us just stop and take a
break."
-= Chapter 6 =-
Being in a room with two women, just back from a girls-
day-out scouring the local retail establishments, can
make you feel a little non-existent.
My wife Cynthia and her friend Sheila sat at the kitchen
table, sipping on a cool chardonnay and chatting about
what they'd bought, what they wished they'd bought, and
what was going on sale next week, seemingly oblivious to
the masculine presence in the room as I put together a
sandwich for my lunch.
I found myself staring at them, appreciating how
attractive they both were for the thousandth time.
They were both very sexy, but in very different ways.
Sheila is not a twenty-something bombshell. But she is
incredibly alluring and desirable, much more than many
twenty-year-olds I have known. Her straight, black hair
is expertly styled to frame her face, some unapologetic
traces of gray adding a little maturity without
detracting anything. She was wearing a silk, navy-
colored blouse and matching skirt.
Many women in their late forties think that they have to
dress like someone half their age to looks sexy; all
that they really accomplish is to look either trashy or
ridiculous or, more commonly, both. Sheila's blouse was
expertly tailored to fit snuggly around her breasts,
emphasizing their fullness. Strategically low buttons
allowed a generous amount of eye-catching cleavage
without crossing the line to being vulgar.
The bottom of the blouse fit a tad loosely, discreetly
disguising the slightly extra amount of waist she hated
to admit she had. Her skirt hugged the inviting
roundness of her hips then fell loosely to just below
her knees. It was slit up the right side fairly high on
her thigh, so that with every step she took she showed
as much shapely leg as she would in a mini-skirt. And
shapely certainly describes her legs! Femininely full,
but short of what anyone would call fat, the occasional
glimpses of her thighs constantly caught my eye, with
just a bit of smooth, white flesh visible above the tops
of her stockings. Her calves are equally appealing,
accentuated with the magic of 4-inch heels. Her sensuous
appearance is rounded out by the ultimate aphrodisiac -
an aura of self-confidence, both in her own
attractiveness and in the fact that she knows what she
wants and usually gets it.
Cynthia, my wife, is equally sexy, but in a different
way. She exhibits a more carefree, not-quite innocent
sexuality of youth. Her tiny figure, barely topping 5
feet tall, only adds to the youthful image that still
regularly gets asked for IDs in bars, despite being 25
years old. She has a thick mane of curly, naturally
blonde hair that drapes about a quarter of the way down
her back.
She was wearing a white cotton tank top that has just
strings going over her shoulders and drops quite low on
her back to show off a mouthwatering expanse of smooth,
tanned skin. The front was fairly low cut, with half a
dozen buttons down the middle. With the top two buttons
open, the low cut effect is greatly accentuated. It fit
snuggly across her small chest, making the outline of
her erect nipples plainly visible.
A tight fitting, pastel blue mini skirt tightly hugs her
hips, emphasized posterior that would make Jennifer
Lopez jealous. A feature my wife had only recently been
convinced to be attractive rather than "too big". The
short skirt, with its hemline only a teasing 4 inches
below her crotch, revealed the majority of her
flawlessly bare tan legs. The 3-inch heels made her a
bit taller without taking anything from the petite
image, all the while perfecting the curves of legs that
already seemed beyond improvement.
These two lovely ladies, so different in appearance yet
so equally arousing, sat in my kitchen laughing and
chatting, seemingly unconscious of the fact that I
couldn't stop staring at both of them. I felt like a
fifteen year old, stuck with sex on the mind constantly
just by being in the room with two attractive women.
The fact that I had made love to both of them only
heightened the effect, rather than making me feel more
blas about it. Seeing the swell of Sheila's breasts in
her blouse flashed memories of them bared, wrapped
around my stiff cock. A look at Cynthia's bare legs made
me picture them pulled back to her chest, feet high in
the air as I've taken her so many times before.
"Mike! Oh Mike! Anybody home there?"
I snapped out of my revelry to the sound of Sheila's
pleasant voice.
"Sorry," I said, "just daydreaming. What did you say?"
"Daydreaming, huh?" Sheila stated more than asked, with
a smile and a seductive twinkle in her eyes. "You'll
have to tell me what about later. I'd just commented
that you should have seen this little vixen of a wife of
yours earlier today. I think she may have permanently
injured an innocent young shoe salesman."
Cynthia blushed, flashing a guilty smile.
"How's that?" I asked with genuine curiosity.
"Well, when we walked into the place a very nice young
man was quite anxious to help us. He helped us pick out
a few styles and when he sat down on his little stool to
put a shoe on Cynthia's foot, well," Sheila scooted her
chair back and took an exaggerated look under the table
at her companion's attractive legs, reaching out to lift
her hemline a bit. "I think someone might have moved
just a bit to give him a view the rest of the way up
that little skirt."
Cynthia's blushed deepened a bit as she playfully
slapped Sheila's hand away. "It was completely
accidental," she claimed, though not quite believably.
"Of course. I wouldn't insinuate anything else." Sheila
teased. "But perhaps it wouldn't have taken him so long
to get the damn shoe on your foot if he was actually
looking at what he was doing." She turned to me, smiling
in seductive, knowing way. "I think that poor boy may
have caused himself serious injury when he finally stood
up. Hopefully he'll wear looser trousers to work from
now on."
They both burst into a fit of laughter. I joined them,
although I could truly sympathize with the poor young
store clerk. "You two are just mean," I scolded
playfully.
"Well, I didn't mean to hurt him," Cynthia giggled.
"Perhaps we could go back sometime and make it up to
him," Sheila said.
Cynthia laughed at the suggestion, but from the look in
her eye I could tell Sheila was completely serious, or
would be if she could get Cynthia to go for it.
"What are you wearing under that skirt that caused the
poor boy so much excitement?" I asked her.
She stopped laughing and the blush came back to her
cheeks. "Nothing special, I guess," she finally said.
Chuckling devilishly, Sheila added, "Nothing...I do
believe that part is literal!"
"Going commando, now?" I asked.
"It's the only way to shop," Sheila answered for her
with a wink.
"Both of you, huh? Maybe I should check, just to be sure
you're not putting me on."
Before I could put this thought into action Sheila
stopped me with a wave of her hand.
"Maybe later. Actually, I should say definitely later.
Don't forget, you two are coming over later this evening
for cocktails with us. I can't wait for you both to meet
Eve and Scott." I smiled at Sheila as she said this.
While I hadn't actually met them, I had seen Scott and
Eve "in action" in some of Marty's extensive personal
film collection. "Come on Cynthia, let's go put these
bags away upstairs, you can put on the new dress you
bought for tonight and model for Mike."
They gathered up the bags and headed for the stairway.
"Be back in a few minutes," Cynthia called from the top.
"Prepare to be wowed!"
I was sure I would be. With Sheila's taste in sexy
clothes guiding her, I was sure whatever my wife came
down those stairs in would knock my socks off.
I sat down to wait, hoping they wouldn't take too long.
Cynthia had certainly changed in the last few months. I
wouldn't be cliché and say she was a "different woman",
that wouldn't be entirely true. It is just that the more
wild side of her sexuality had greatly magnified, while
her inhibitions had steadily disappeared. I guess there
was some irony, too, in the fact that we were closer to
each other than ever before now that we were screwing
other people. I think the key was that we were being
more honest than ever before, both with each other and
ourselves. We were talking about and living out
fantasies that most couples undoubtedly have, never dare
even whisper to one another.
Both of us, and Cynthia especially, were also
discovering desires we'd never even known we had, or at
least never consciously admitted to ourselves. If I had
suggested to Cynthia a year ago that in a year's time
she would be having a sexual relationship with another
woman, she not only wouldn't have believed me, but might
even have been offended at the suggestion. Just look at
her now. Only a few weeks since her "initiation" into
the world of Sapphic pleasures and she is as anxious to
meet Eve tonight as she is to meet Scott.
I went to take another sip of my soda and discovered it
was empty. I'd never been this reflective before;
getting lost in my thoughts had certainly never been a
problem with me before. I glanced at the clock. I had
been sitting here woolgathering for over twenty minutes.
The girls were certainly taking their time getting
changed. I decided to see what the holdup was.
As I walked up the stairs, Sheila's familiar voice
reached my ear in a moan, and I realized why I hadn't
seen the new dress yet. Quietly pushing open my bedroom
door, I took in the inviting scene before me. Cynthia's
clothing lay in a heap beside the bed, and she was lying
naked on the bed with Sheila straddling her face. The
brunette was stripped from the waist down, gently
rolling her hips as she rode my wife's active tongue.
She held on to the headboard with one hand so support
herself while she leaned back and worked a large, soft-
looking purple dildo between Cynthia's widely spread
legs.
"Now I see what was taking so long," I announced loudly,
causing Sheila to smile back at me over her shoulder.
"Can three play at this game?"
A muffled acquiescence from Sheila's crotch as the woman
on top licked her lips.
"Let me help with that," I said, taking the control of
the dildo and continuing to work it in and out of my
wife's moist cunt. "Is this new?"
"We shopped for a bit more than clothes today," Sheila
managed to tell me in a breathy voice before I cut her
off with a deep kiss.
I reached down and gave Cynthia's small breast a firm
squeeze, then tugged a bit on her stiff nipple before
bring my hand up to cup Sheila's fuller tit through her
blouse. Her tongue plunged anxiously into my mouth as I
started to quickly work on the buttons. It was quite a
test of my coordination to keep up three activities at
once, fucking my wife with the dildo, French kissing
Sheila deeply, and unbuttoning blouse with only one
hand.
Fortunately, I didn't hear any complaints as my hands
and tongue struggled to do their best. Once the blouse
was unbuttoned, I buried the rubber cock up to its
synthetic balls in Cynthia's pussy and used both hands
to remove Sheila's blouse, adding it to the growing pile
of garments on the floor. I slid the straps of her bra
of her shoulders and pushed the whole thing down around
her stomach to free her swaying jugs. I reached both
hands around her to gather her full tits my hands as I
resumed our kiss for a few moments longer.
"Oh God, Cynthia," she cried, breaking my grasp and
lunging forward, "There, there! Just like that." She
reached out to grasp the headboard with both, grinding
her hips faster. I took a step back to watch; it looked
like my help was not necessary here.
"That's it, that's it," she encouraged my wife. "Oh YES!
Suck my clit you wonderful slut, you beautiful slut, ooh
you're making me cum!" Cynthia's hands reached up to
clutch at the pendulous breasts just above her,
squeezing them as Sheila rode her face into orgasm. "Oh,
oh, oh, Yes yes yes, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum, YES!
Harder! Oh there, There! Yes, you perfect slut, you
perfect goddess YES!!"
Finally, Sheila relaxed her grip on the headboard, and
slowly backed up on her knees until she was straddling
Cynthia's stomach. She looked down and Cynthia, a weak
grin escaping her panting lips as she saw my wife face
beaming up at her, covered in pussy juices. I helped
Sheila off of my wife, and Cynthia sat herself up on the
pillows. The dildo had worked itself more than halfway
out and she idly took it in her hand and began to pump
herself.
Sheila undid her bra and tossed it to the side, then
started to help me get undressed.
"Hurry up!" Cynthia urged us playfully. "I'm starting to
get lonely over here."
"Looks to me like you have some company," I joked,
indicating the toy in her hand. "Must have been quite a
shopping trip."
"We did make a couple of extra stops," Sheila confessed
as she pulled my pants and boxers to my knees. Then she
turned to Cynthia. "I take it you like that one?"
"Mmm-hmm," Cynthia replied. "But we got a lot of other
things. What else can I play with?"
Sheila picked up a plain brown paper shopping bag from
beside the bed, then sat next to Cynthia and dumped its
contents between them. A dozen or so sex toys in various
shapes, colors and sized spilled out. Vibrators, dildos
and a few items that didn't really fit in either
category lay in a heap on the bed. Cynthia slid the
purple toy from its warm confines and sat up to eagerly
sort through their carnal purchases.
She looked like kid at the end of Halloween, dumping her
bag of candy and gleefully deciding what to try next.
She held up a smaller, white rubber object. It was
vaguely triangular, rounded at the end and then flaring
to about 2 and half inches mounted on a narrower shaft
with a flat base.
"What does this one do?" Cynthia asked. Her naivety was
kind of amusing, given the circumstances, as she
obviously did not recognize a butt plug.
"That one's mine, dear," Sheila told her with a smile.
"Here, Mike," she took it from Cynthia and tossed it too
me, as well as a newly purchased tube of K-Y. "Grease
this up for me, if you don't mind."
Of course, I didn't mind at all. I tore the plastic
safety seal off of the tube and squeezed a liberal
amount on the soft, rubber item. My cock was already
starting to swell from the scene I had just witnessed,
as well as the site of these two sexy, nude women in
front of me, and the thought of what I may soon be doing
to Sheila with this plug only added to the effect.
As I smeared the slick lubricant all over the innocent
looking item, Sheila sat on the edge of the bed and
selected a small vibrator just a little bigger than a
tube of lipstick and long, slender dildo, about 9 inches
long and an inch in diameter. She lay back motioned for
Cynthia to climb aboard. With an eager smile, Cynthia
straddled the older woman's face and lowered her own to
gently suck on Sheila's prominent clit.
Sheila's waiting love nest and my wife's warm mouth were
at the edge of the bed, just a few feet from me, so I
decided I had better step up to the plate. Cynthia
smiled at my half-stiff cock bobbing in her face, then
suddenly inhaled sharply as I heard a humming from her
rearward side - Sheila had apparently started to deliver
her ministrations.
With a lustful look in her eye, Cynthia wrapped her
small hand around my shaft and pulled it into her mouth.
I don't know how, but her blowjobs seem to get better
every single time. I was rock hard in an instant as she
deftly fingered my balls with one hand while her hot
tongue swirled around my substantial cock at each
stroke.
"Are you just gonna hold that thing all afternoon?"
Sheila's voice asked me from between the blonde's legs.
I'd nearly forgotten about the greasy butt-plug in my
hand as I was enjoying my wife's oral expertise.
"Ready to see what this is for?" I asked playfully, but
only got a grunt in response as she was benefiting from
another expert tongue, along with some peripheral
devices. She did watch though. Sheila raised her legs up
bent her knees, then pulled them back on either side of
Cynthia.
The pretty blonde's eyes widened considerably when she
saw me guiding the plug just little lower than she had
expected. I pushed the tip gingerly against Sheila's
puckered anus. I turned it back and forth as I eased the
tip past the entrance, working it slowly in.
"That's it," she coaxed me as my wife stared silently,
inches away. "Nice and slow. Push it right in. Oh yeah,
that's it."
I'd worked it almost all the way in and stopped as her
bunghole stretched around the widest part of the plug.
Both Cynthia and I drank in the sight for a moment
before I pushed it just a bit farther and saw it
swallowed up as she clenched around the narrower shaft,
with just the base protruding from her rear.
I looked at Cynthia's face to gauge her reaction,
knowing Marty and Sheila would undoubtedly quiz me about
it later. The obvious lustful look was largely due to
Sheila's tongue and the toys working at her cunt, but
she continued to stare at the flat base of the butt-plug
with a mixture of curiosity and something a little less
promising. Not really disgust, but maybe something close
to it.
Not seeing the most positive of reactions, I didn't want
to let her dwell on it too long. I urged the head of my
hard prick against her mouth, which opened
instinctively. Her attention shifted easily back to my
cock and she sucked with abandon, lunging for my cock
when I pulled it away from her after a minute.
I lowered my aim a bit and slipped into Sheila's warm
pussy. Her cunt was still wet from Cynthia's earlier
warm-up, allowing me to slide all eight inches to the
hilt with one strong thrust. I fucked her for a few
minutes as Cynthia sucked her clit, then pulled out and
eased into Cynthia's mouth, letting her clean the other
woman's juices from my dick.
I started alternating my strokes, a few into Sheila's
musky cunt then a few into my wife's willing mouth. I
kept this up for a while, until Cynthia's attention
started to wane. I could tell she was about to cum,
rocking her hips faster as her panting and moans
increased. I slid into Sheila and started screwing in
earnest.
I slid my hands between their bodies from the side to
grab Cynthia's little tits, neglected until now. My
fingers found her hardened nipples poking threateningly
into Sheila's stomach. I just had time to pinch them,
twisting harder than I had intended as she came,
obviously heightening her orgasm as she screamed in
pleasure, tensing her entire body.
I was getting close myself, pounding harder into Sheila
and feeling my heavy balls slapping against the plastic
base of the butt-plug. Cynthia finally came to rest with
her head against Sheila's thigh. Watching from inches
away as her husband's cock pistoned into her friend. She
licked her lips as she heard my heightened breathing and
grunts, prefacing the conclusion.
I decided to make her work a little for it a bit. I sped
up, rapidly working to the peak, then pulling about
halfway out and holding my cock there as the floodgates
finally burst, shooting over and over into Sheila's
wonderful cunt, mixing my jizz with her own abundant
fluids.
When I finally pulled out, Cynthia quickly reached for
my cock took it into her mouth, hungrily licking the
mixture of cock and pussy juices. It was quickly clean,
and she rolled off of Sheila with a slightly
disappointed look in her face.
"You big meany!" she teased as Sheila sat up.
"What?" I asked in mock innocence.
She licked her lips again. "You know I was waiting for
you to finish."
"He was just playing a little hide and seek," Sheila
said as we both laughed. Cynthia looked a little
confused. "It's all here waiting for you." She stroked
her fingers along her swollen pussy lips and Cynthia
finally got the idea and grinned sheepishly. She hopped
off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of Sheila.
My beautiful young bride had come a long way. It didn't
really seem that long ago when I had first conceived of
bringing up a "swinging" lifestyle to her. I remember
her telling me one time, about a year ago, that she had
caught herself flirting with a cute guy at work and had
felt horribly guilty. Now I watched as she
enthusiastically sucked my cum from another woman's
cunt, not stopping until she had brought her new best
friend to another orgasm.
***
There's nothing worse than an emergency call from work
on a Sunday morning. Especially after a late Saturday
night. But when you are trying to make your way up in
the business world, those are the kind things you just
have to do. Kiss a sleeping wife on the cheek and head
out the door for a full day at the office while everyone
else is playing golf or watching a baseball game on TV -
that' the lot of the young executive.
Only this young executive had the memories of an
unforgettably wild night still lingering in his mind to
distract him from the more mundane task at hand.
Memories of a truly intense night for my beautiful
little wife, my little slut in training, being taken to
new heights of pleasure and crossing more lines in the
sand.
I didn't get home until around 6:30 in the evening. The
lack of a greeting seemed to tell me that Cynthia didn't
even hear me come in. I smiled to myself, wondering if I
was about to find her in the bedroom again, "otherwise
engaged" so to speak. I was a little disappointed when I
saw a light coming from the den, and as I got closer I
heard the plastic clicking of the computer keyboard.
"You working late, too?" I asked, surprising her and
making her jump. She was sitting at the desk wearing one
of my shirts with her long blonde hair tied back.
"Oh! Mike, you startled me!" She got up and rushed over
to wrap her arms up around my neck and give me a very
welcoming kiss. "I thought you were never going to get
home!"
"Me, too," I told her, a mixture of fatigue and relief
in my voice. "The project I worked on all last week got
changed and I had to revamp the whole thing today. Thank
God there are enough of us peons at the company to come
in on a Sunday and get it all done. How was your day?
Let me guess, you slept most of the day away and have
never been more dressed than this."
"You're half right," she said, squirming from my arms
and playfully punching my arm. "But I didn't really
sleep too late. I got up around ten. I guess staying in
bed all day on Sunday just isn't as much fun without
you. I took a long, hot bath - that felt so good. I
was...sore...all over, and that always helps. I felt so
good after the bath that I even rearranged the bureau,
since, you know, that whole drawer is empty now."
I tried to suppress a grin. I had completely forgotten
about Sheila's little housecleaning bit she did before
she left yesterday afternoon.
A while back she had started telling Cynthia that she
didn't really need to wear a bra, and that she looked so
much sexier without one. Then, half joking, she had told
her panties were really that necessary either. She'd
continued making comments like this, never quite
serious. Finally yesterday, while all of us were
recovering from our afternoon interlude, she had brought
it up again, and then adding something like, "While I'm
here, I might as well help you out with that, do a
little housecleaning maybe."
I'm sure Cynthia thought she was joking, even I wasn't
sure if she was serious. I don't even think Cynthia
really believed her earnestness while Sheila went
through the chest of drawers, dumping her undergarments
into two piles. One contained the bulk of my wife's bras
and panties, the other had a 3 or 4 of each, a pair of
crotchless panties, some lacy thongs and matching
wonder-bras, and a bright red, open front bra.
Sheila described these as "decorative, great for in
front of the camera". She also went through Cynthia's
nightgowns, adding most of them to the larger pile, but
putting a couple of the more slutty ones in the "camera"
pile and leaving 3 rather racy ones that Sheila had
helped her pick out, "for our own fun".
"I'll just get rid of these for you," Sheila had said
when she left the house with the bulk of Cynthia's
underwear in plastic garbage bag, along with the few
"decoratives" in a smaller shopping bag. It didn't
really sink in as real to Cynthia until Sheila's blue
Mercedes pulled out of our drive. She'd been a little
shocked and laughed nervously as we watched the car
disappear down the street.
"I guess laundry day just got a little easier," was all
she finally said, and looking in her eyes I could see a
twinkle of exhilaration, maybe even anticipation.
Sheila had called me a couple of hours later.
"Can you talk?" she asked.
"Yeah, Cynthia's in the shower."
"How'd she take it? I wasn't sure if I'd pushed things a
little, taking her underwear. I can give it back to her
tonight, tell her it was a joke, if you think that's
best."
"No," I told her with certainty. "She thinks you're
serious and by the look she had after you left, well,
she may be a little hesitant, but she was also
definitely excited."
"Wonderful," she said, and from the sound of her voice,
I could just picture the devilish grin on her face.
"I'll make sure they go out with the trash."
With all of this flooding back into my mind I looked at
Cynthia, sitting back down and the computer, and my eyes
traced from her bare feet, crossed at the ankles, along
her silky legs to where her thighs disappeared beneath
the bottom of her borrowed shirt. I was suddenly excited
by the knowledge that her bare pussy was just inches
beyond. I moved behind her leaning over and kissing her
neck, then reaching around with both hands to cup her
pert little boobs through the thin cotton material, her
nipples instantly reacting to my touch.
"Quite a night last night," I whispered in her ear. "Not
too sore for a little quality time with your husband, I
hope."
"I'm sure I can manage," she said in a sexy tone, "I'm
just getting finished with this."
"What's got you working so diligently," I asked her,
looking at the screen as I continued to fondle her
breasts.
"Something Eve suggested last night. I want to email it
to her this evening."
Eve. A perfect example of why I'll never understand
women. Aggressive, dominating one minute, cuddly and
feminine the next. One minute I think Cynthia may not
ever want to see her again, the next their hugging and
gushing like schoolgirls. But anyway you look at it,
unforgettable.
"Actually," she continued, "I'd like you to read it when
I'm done. Eve thought it would be fun for me to write
down everything about last night and send it to her,
kind of let her see the whole night through my eyes. You
know, I haven't really had to write anything since
college. Do you mind looking it over and letting me know
how it reads? I'll be done in just a few minutes."
Did I mind? I can't imagine a more foolish question. But
I just answered, "No problem."
I wandered into the living room to sort through the
remnants of the newspaper, and in about ten minutes she
called to me from the den.
"It's done, I guess," she told me when I walked in. "Go
ahead and read it, I'm going to throw a quick bite to
eat in the microwave, then I'll meet you upstairs."
I watched her cute, round ass as she trotted out of the
room, then sat down to read her version of last night's
events.
A letter from Cynthia (About a year later)
It's really been a while since I have sat down and
written anything, so no promises as to how this is going
to turn out! Thank God for spell-check.
I'm not really sure where to start, that's always been
the hardest thing about all the papers I've ever
written. They always say, "Just start at the beginning",
but I don't know if that really works here, and I guess
the question is the beginning of what? From when I met
you? I don't think you really care all that much about
what I thought of dinner last night, you don't want me
to write a restaurant review.
I guess I should start with my first impression on
meeting you, and then maybe skip ahead a bit to the good
stuff. I know you want to read this before we're too old
to enjoy it. <smile>.
Mike and I were running a little late, (I fully take the
blame for that, he's always ready ten minutes early, but
he never complains when I make us late - what a
sweetie!), and you Scott were standing there waiting for
us with Marty and Sheila in the restaurant's entryway. I
saw Scott first.
Sheila had told me that you both were very athletic, so
I wasn't surprised to see his thick, broad chest and
muscular arms bulging under his shirt. Looking at his
sandy blonde hair and wide smile, I would have sworn he
was nearly ten years younger than thirty - Sheila had
told me his age. Altogether a very tasty specimen.
The night was just starting and I was already getting
all kinds of thoughts in my head that weren't really
suited for the dinner table.
Then you came around from behind him and my mind really
started to wander. Up until a few weeks ago, whenever I
met a woman I checked her out, of course, but then I was
looking at her clothes, her hair, how pretty she was.
Now, when I check a woman out, I really check her out. I
see how sexy she is, I notice her legs, her breasts, her
skin, her mouth, her eyes, the whole package, and with
very different thoughts in my mind. I kind of get the
idea what guys are thinking now when they look at women.
I kind of wandered here, but the point is: you were
(are!) something to look at! Looking at you I knew what
people mean by the term "hardbody." About 5'6" and
totally tanned and toned, you really took my breath
away.
Your Eurasian ancestry (you later told me your mother
was Japanese, your father British) gives your face a
wonderfully exotic look. I'm sure you know I checked you
out a bit more. Your snug sleeveless blouse clung to
your chest, and while I used to only look at other
women's boobs to jealously compare them to myself,
things have changed, and I definitely looked at your
chest with admiration.
I'd guess you were a B-cup, and even through your close
I could tell that they were undoubtedly perfectly firm,
just like the rest of your body. Your athletically toned
legs indicated that you work out more than occasionally,
and they led up to a tight, shapely butt most women
would kill for! I could go on raving about your body,
but I suppose I should get on with it. (Maybe another
time!)
Skipping ahead, since, really, does anything about the
early evening really need to be rehashed? Dinner was
great, we laughed, we drank, we drank some more, we went
to Marty and Sheila's, kicked of our shoes and drank
some more (I seem to do a lot of that when I'm with
them!). Then out of the blue you straddled my husband's
lap. And started kissing him. Deeply.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind. Far from it,
actually. I would never have believed it a matter of
months ago, but found myself getting turned on watching
Mike making out with another woman. You were holding his
head in both your hands and quite obviously burying your
tongue in his throat. His hands slid along your thighs
and pushed your tight skirt up to your hips, then
grabbed on to your firm ass cheeks.
I would have kept on watching, but a warm hand squeezing
my thigh distracted me. I turned and smiled at Marty. He
winked at me and motioned for me to turn towards him a
bit. I happily complied, and we started kissing. His
hands went right for my breasts, and I know I moaned as
soon as he touched them. My nipples were already hard,
with nothing between them and Marty's hands but the thin
fabric of my dress.
He started rubbing one hand on my thigh, and I instantly
hoped he would start moving it a little ways North. I
tried to drop a little hint by putting my hand to his
crotch. He was already hard, and I started gently
stroking him through his trousers.
I'm sure he knew what I wanted, but kept teasingly
stroking my thigh up and down while his other hand
fondled first one of my small boobs, then the other,
squeezing each breast before tugging and teasing my
sensitive nipples through my dress.
I was really starting to get lost in the sensations,
feeling myself already getting close to cumming without
anyone or anything making contact with my pussy.
Suddenly, I was snapped out of my erotic daze by a
tapping on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw you
standing in front of me, staring at me intently.
"Would you mind standing up?" you asked me.
I was a little confused, but did what you asked
nonetheless. I'm sure I wobbled a bit, my knees were a
little weak from both the alcohol and sexual arousal. I
couldn't help getting a better look at you as I got up,
your skirt was gone and your blouse hung open.
I my eyes instantly took in your athletic hips accented
by a black thong, your solid tummy, and just a glimpse
of your firm tits.
Without taking your eyes from mine, which I admit made
me a little nervous at the time, you reached up with
both hand and strongly pinched my nipples. It did hurt,
but in the best way. I gasped as I felt the sensation
fill my breasts, then surge straight through my body,
ending between my legs.
When you finally released them, (it seemed like forever,
but it was probably was only a couple of seconds) I felt
my breath coming in short spurts. You stepped close to
me and I was vaguely aware that everyone was staring at
us, but I didn't really care.
Your hands ran slowly around my back and I parted my
lips, sure you were about to kiss me. Your lips hovered
just an inch from mine, and I didn't even notice your
hand lowering the zipper on the back of my dress. Then
your hands were on my shoulders, sliding the straps off,
and the dress fell to the ground.
I only felt disappointment as you took a step back, and
I couldn't figure out why you hadn't kissed me. I was
oblivious to the fact that I stood in the middle of the
room naked.
"Mmm, nice," you said, your gaze lingering over my
exposed body. "Turn around."
I obeyed without thinking, and as I turned became aware
for the first time of the other four sets of eyes on me.
Mike was where you had left him on one couch with his
shirt unbuttoned and a lustful look on his face and
Marty was leaning back on the other couch by my leg.
Scott sat shirtless on nearby chair, an equally topless
Sheila by his feet on the floor. His cock stood out from
his open fly, shiny with her saliva. She continued to
lazily stroking him with one hand as they watched me.
"What do you think, Scott," you asked your husband,
moving close behind me as I faced him. "Think you'd like
this pretty little girl riding your cock?"
"I don't think I'd mind too much," he said casually.
You reached one hand around and ran your finger brazenly
across my cunt. I held my breath as you pushed it into
me.
"Already wet," you informed him, "and fairly tight, too.
But judging by what I was handling in your hubby's
pants, I'll bet it stretches out to fit real well." I
noticed Sheila had started helping Scott take off his
pants. "Go on over and hop on his cock."
I didn't even think to question the authority in your
tone. Besides, the thought had already crossed my mind.
I obediently walked over to your husband and crawled on
top of him with my knees on the couch, starting to kiss
him as I aligned my hips over his shaft. The sharp,
unexpected slap on my butt was a little more than
playful.
"Not like that." You sounded annoyed. "I want to see how
much those little tits bounce when you fuck him. Turn
around."
A little unsure, and afraid that everyone was watching
me, I got up and turned around. I was pleased to see I
was not quite the center of attention. Mike, Marty and
Sheila were busy shedding the remains of their clothing.
I awkwardly tried sitting back onto Scott's lap,
bringing my knees onto the chair.
"Oh for christsake, don't you know how to squat?" you
asked me. "Here, stand on the chair, one leg on either
side of him. That's it, now squat down and lean back a
little. Yes, that's a cock pushing against your little
cunt, I'm sure you recognize that."
I held onto the arms of the chair and found I could
balance rather easily. It felt fantastic to finally have
a cock sliding into me. I put my weight on my hips and
sank down slowly, enjoying the feeling of him filling me
up until I was sitting flat against his pelvis. His hand
wrapped around me and cupped my tits, giving them a good
squeeze.
"There you go. Now give him a real good fuck, and open
your eyes baby!"
I did as I was told, on both counts. I pumped my hips
slowly on his dick, adjusting slightly to hit just the
right spot - oh god that felt so good! I was suddenly
aware that I would be coming in very short order. It's
amazing at how easily I get to that point now. It seems
like every sexual circuit in my body is always on
maximum overdrive. I looked around the room to see if
everyone else was enjoying themselves as much as I was.
Mike and Sheila were buck naked on the couch, and she
was grinning sheepishly at him as she smeared a large
quantity of clear, slippery looking oil onto his hard
cock. Marty was also naked and quickly working to get
you into that state as well.
He had removed your blouse and my first glimpse at your
wonderful breasts in all their glory brought me right to
the edge (OK, so your husband's wonderful cock in my
pussy didn't hurt either). Quite obviously as firm as
ripe peaches, they jutted out from your chest with no
sag, your nipples pointing skyward. My god, you've got
breasts that would make an eighteen year-old girl
jealous, and they are a solid cup size bigger than my
little A-cups.
I was suddenly very envious of Marty as he knelt down
and started sucking on your nipples, deftly reaching to
pull down you thong at the same time.
I started humping Scott faster while his hands still
grasped my chest. The pulse of my orgasm hit me; the
intense wave of pleasure centered between my legs and
shot out through my whole body. Every inch of me was
super-sensitized with the wonderful feeling as I sat
back on his cock, letting it penetrate me to its fullest
potential, just resting there awash in pleasure.
"Come on now, you're just getting started," I heard his
voice behind me as his hand fell to my hips, lifting me
upward and then pulling me back down. Every nerve in my
pussy is extra sensitive right after I cum, but I could
tell I wasn't about to get a break. I started taking
over the motions myself, reaching down between my legs
to cup his balls as I started working up to my previous
pace.
I took another look around the room and the first thing
I notice was you, smiling back at me from a mirror image
of my position. You happily bounced up and down on
Marty's cock as he held onto your perfect tits, kneading
them in his hand. As you stared into my eyes I found
myself unconsciously matching your pace, and even your
moans. Unbelievably, I felt another orgasm building
inside me and I knew it wouldn't be long. I wondered if
we would hit that moment at the same time.
You finally broke my gaze and turned toward the other
couch. I couldn't help but follow your eyes to see
Sheila on her hands and knees on the sofa, her face
buried in the cushions and her curvy ass held high. Mike
was behind her guiding his glistening cock to its
target. I suddenly realized that the "target" wasn't
quite what I expected.
He put the head of his thick cock against your anus and
pushed, gently yet persistently, until it disappeared,
eliciting a loud groan from you. He sank it gradually in
deeper, then pulled back for another agonizingly slow
thrust. He repeated the motion over and over until he
was finally burying his cock in your ass!
I had never seen anything like it before, and had always
been turned off at the very idea. It was (and still is)
confusing to me - my mind was telling me how disgusting
it was, but at the same time I suddenly realized I was
fucking Scott harder than ever. With that carnal act
filling my vision I came again, even harder than before.
I was vaguely aware of how loud I was screaming in an
orgasm that seemed to go on and on.
Finally, I came down. collapsing back against Scott's
chest, impaling myself yet again on his cock, panting.
His hand went to my ass and lifted it up enough for him
to have room to keep thrusting up into my pussy. I was
sure he had to be close to cumming to, the way he kept
ramming his cock harder and harder.
For the moment, I was too exhausted to do anything but
receive his rapid fucking. He was banging away like a
jackrabbit and then suddenly lurched forward, lifting me
off of him and spilling me onto the floor. I scrambled
to my knees and his cock was suddenly in my face.
I've only recently acquired this affinity for cum, but
it seems almost instinctual now how my mouth opens
hungrily when there's a throbbing cock about to explode
in front of me. The head of his dick was right at the
entrance of my widely parted lips as he stroked himself
one last time, launching a thick stream of cum to the
back of my throat. Not wanting to miss a drop, I kept my
mouth wide open and let the creamy fluid pool around my
tongue rather than swallow as I waited for the next
spurt and the next, until he as finally dry. Then I
swallowed.
"Bring her over here, Scott," you said, panting heavily.
Not needing Scott's help, I turned and crawled over to
where you were giving Marty's cock a vigorous workout.
"Suck his balls," you ordered.
I put my head between both of your legs and took his
heavy balls into my mouth. Your cunt rubbed against my
face as you continued to piston on his stiff rod. I
inhaled deeply, enjoying your heavy scent. Your hand ran
through my hair and I heard Marty grunting. "Oh god,
there, there, now!"
You lift yourself clear up and off of him. My mouth
covered Marty's cock just as he came, and you pushed my
head down onto it. I swallowed on impulse as his hot
semen shot straight down my throat. Looking back, I
remember being disappointed that I hadn't even been able
to taste it. God, I've become such a slut! Isn't it
great?
Marty finished cumming and I would have stayed to give
his cock a thorough cleaning, but you apparently had
other plans. You sat down next to Marty on the sofa with
your fingers still entwined in my hair. Spreading your
legs you guided my face between them.
"Now you need to finish me off," you informed me.
I plunged my tongue right to your cunt. The words "hot
and wet" seem too simple do describe it, but they are so
accurate. I lapped your pungent taste from the hole
Marty had just been filling, then sucked on your labia,
one at a time and then both at once, before moving my
attention to your sensitive clit. Then I started the
cycle all over again.
"Mmm, you do that so well, Cynthia baby," you cooed. I
glanced up and saw you massaging your breasts and
nipples. "Keep your eyes on your work dear. Oh yeah,
that's good. I'll keep you updated on the show you're
missin'.
Hubby Mikey is really laying into sweet Sheila's ass,
and she loves it! They're just the center of attention.
Ooh there, suck my clit just a bit harder. Yeah, yeah,
that's it. Fuck, his thick cock is really stretching her
asshole, he's really banging it to her."
Once you'd mentioned it, I became aware for the first
time of Sheila's deep moans and my husband's feverish
grunts that I had been oblivious to in the background.
It was getting me hotter than ever, know what they were
doing just a few feet away, despite my misgivings about
the act itself. Trying to stay focused, I redoubled my
efforts to please you.
"Woah! You are an eager beaver aren't you? Fuck that's
good! Mmm you're getting pretty hot hearing about... mmm
yeah there... Sheila's ass getting pounded by Mikey. I
think I'll have him fuck my ass later. Oh man he's going
faster now, just slammin' her. Listen to her scream, wow
she's lovin' it. Oh don't stop that, there just... just
suck... my clit... ooh fuck, ooh FUCK!"
You arched your back as you came, thrusting your hips up
against my face. I kept sucking your clit as your spasms
increased. Your strong musky odor overwhelmed my senses
and I inhaled deeply, loving the scent of raw, female
sexuality.
When you finally relaxed, I dared a glance to my right.
From the contorted look on Mike's face I could tell he
was about to cum. He pumped faster and faster into
Sheila's nether hole, making her tits swing wildly
beneath her chest. With a final, forceful thrust he
buried himself in her and came with an impassioned
groan. The muscles in his buttocks flexed with every
spurt he sent deep into her bowels.
You were stroking my hair gently now and I looked up to
see you smiling at me. I crawled up on the chair with
you and you leaned in to kiss my gently.
"Nice," you whispered tenderly, "I can smell my pussy on
your breath."
I giggled and you smiled, brushing back the hair that
stuck to my sweat-and-sex covered face.
"Think you are ready to try a little of what Sheila was
getting?"
I could tell you were serious, but your toned changed
when you saw the shocked (and maybe even a little
frightened) look on my face.
"No, no, I'm just kidding. I know that's not your
thing," it almost seemed as if there were an unspoken
"yet" at the end of that. But I wasn't going to argue
that point with you then. "But I'll bet that hungry
little twat of yours is ready to get fucked again." The
honey in your voice made the coarse language sound like
a polite invitation, and the content truly appealed to
me.
"Yeah," I giggled, "but it might take these guys a few
minute to recuperate first. Maybe you could, uh, help me
out a little."
"That's just what I was thinking," you told me with a
wicked gleam in your eye. "Hop down on the floor there,
we'll give these guys a show that'll perk them right
up."
I hurried down on to the floor, sprawling out on my back
with my legs slightly parted and my knees bent. I
couldn't wait to feel your warm tongue against my
tenderest flesh. You stood and looked down at me
wordlessly for a moment.
"Just one moment, baby," you told me. "I just need to
grab my bag over here. And if we're going to be the
floorshow, we might as well memorialize it. Marty?"
"I'll be right back," he assured her with a grin,
darting out the door.
You casually walked across the room and retrieved the
small black gym bag you had brought in from your car.
You unzipped the bag and pulled out something that
looked like a black leather harness. The largest leather
section had what looked like a small white vibrator,
about 4 inches long, below a 1-inch diameter chrome
hemisphere. Glancing around, I could tell we had
attracted an audience. Three expectant faces watched as
you stepped into the harness, pulling it up your hips,
and then eased the small vibrator into your silky slit.
"What's the silver ball for?" I heard Mike quietly ask
Sheila.
"That vibrates, too," she answered, "it rides against
her clit."
Marty returned with his video camera and tripod and got
started setting it up a few feet from where I was lying.
"Are you all ready for a display of what sixteen hours a
week in the gym can do for your stamina?" you asked
everyone. "Cynthia, that's just not going to work," the
sweetness had left your voice. "Roll over and get that
sweet ass of yours in the air."
A little confused, I turned over and got on my hands and
knees, arching my back to raise my butt in the air a
little.
"I said to get your ass in the air!" you said with some
annoyance. I tried to raise my rear end higher, and you
pushed down on my shoulders. "That's a little better.
Get your face down. You can do better than that. Mike,
toss me that pillow beside you. Marty, you ready?""
"Tape's rolling," he told you.
You caught the small pillow and slipped in under my
head. I rested on it, taking some of the weight off of
my elbows.
"Getting better. Sheila, do you mind handing me one of
your stockings?
They're right there in that pile of clothes. This ought
to do the trick. Give me your wrist." You took my right
wrist in your hand and twisted it behind my back. "Now
the other." I nervously brought my other hand behind my
back and you quickly took it and used Sheila's stocking
to lash my wrists together.
"Eve, I..." I started to say, but it came out a little
muffled with my face mashed into the pillow, and you cut
me off anyway. "Pull your knees in closer to your
chest." From behind me you pushed on my feet, to
emphasize your point. "That's what I like to see." You
started running your fingers up and down along my
sensitive lower lips. "Still nice an wet, fantastic.
Damn, two fingers just slip right in don't they." I
could only moan a response. I was disappointed when you
quickly pulled your fingers back out. You set your bag
by my head and reached inside.
"I'll bet that cute little cunt can take a pretty good
sized cock, think I'd better get the big guns."
"Oh Eve, I don't think I can..." I started in alarm when
I saw what you pulled out of the bag. The plastic black
phallus was bigger than any of the ones I'd seen in the
adult store Sheila had taken me to earlier. It looked
about ten or eleven inches long, and maybe two and half
or three inches in diameter, with rows of small knobby
protrusions spiraling down its length.
"Oh, I think you won't have any problems," you
interrupted me with a sardonic smile. The huge dildo had
a device on the bottom that you used to securely fasten
it to the front of your harness. In another situation I
may have laughed at the image you made of a slim,
incredibly well hung woman with a nice set of tits. But
under the circumstances, I was more than a little bit
concerned.
"It's so big, Eve, I don't know..."
"Cynthia!" you said sharply, "Am I going to have to
shove your panties in your mouth? Oh wait, your weren't
wearing any. Well, I'm sure I can find a pair around
here that will do the trick."
I could tell you were serious and I quickly cut short
stating my misgivings. You positioned yourself behind me
and I felt the end of the fake cock rubbing up and down
along my pussy.
"Do you want the K-Y?" Sheila asked.
"No, I think this nasty little cunt is wet enough. I
just need to turn things on my end." I heard a buzz from
toys inside your harness. "Mmm, now I think we're ready
to go."
With both hands on my hips you pushed forward. Oh god, I
can still feel how that monster stretched my pussy wide
open. With just the first inch or so of it in me you
started rotating your hips in circles, working it around
my entrance. I bit into the pillow, moaning loudly. I'd
be lying to say that it didn't hurt, but looking back I
have to admit it was also transmitting a new kind of
pleasure.
You started pushing it in again, working your hips in
shallow thrusts, urging the huge invader deeper and
deeper. The way I was stretched out, I could feel every
inch of it to the utmost, the rows of knobs along the
shaft gave me the most thrilling torment.
It must have taken you five minutes of effort to do what
I thought was impossible. I could just groan in
excruciating ecstasy when the leather harness at the
base of the huge fake cock pressed against my distended
pussy lips. Ever so slowly, you pulled it back out,
leaving my cunt feeling unbelievably vacant.
I felt relieved, but still hungry for more when the end
of the dildo finally left my surely gaping sex-hole.
Only a moment passed before you went forward again,
steadily pushing it back in. The intense sensations
overwhelmed me and I came just as you buried it in me.
The orgasm rushed through my body and I know I screamed
as my body trembled.
"God Damn!" you said with enthusiasm. "What a horny
little slut! Now that we're warmed up, it's time for the
workout!"
The massive invader once again withdrew, leaving my
aching pussy feeling cavernous and empty. This time it
did not return slowly and steadily, rather it rammed in
forcefully to the hilt and then withdrew, only to return
again and again.
"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck Oh fuck!" I groaned into the
pillow as you maintained a steady assault against my
cunt. I could barely make out your deep, measured
breaths over my own frantic gasps. I lost any grasp of
time. I know it wasn't long before I came again, and I
was starting to feel exhausted, despite the fact that I
was mostly a passive participant, but I was keenly aware
that I didn't have any choice in the matter. It began to
seem as if my whole world revolved around just one point
in my body and the immense phallus hammering endlessly
into it. I know I came again and more times after that,
but I couldn't tell you how many.
It seemed like an eternity had passed when you pulled
your big pseudo-cock from me for the last time. An
eternity of pleasure and pain and sweat. I was sore all
over. Mostly in my pussy, of course, but also the rest
of my body. My arms stretched and bound behind my back
ached, my knees were surely rug burnt and my neck and
back were already sore from the extended position they
had been in.
"Damn," you exclaimed, sounding greatly less winded than
myself, "That was a good thirty minute set. How 'bout
you my pretty little slut, did you get a good workout,
too?"
"Ooh, yeah... hard... workout," was about all I could
manage to croak out.
"Well, I had to do the real work, I don't think you
could be too tired. At least I hope not. I see three
hard cocks in desperate need of relief."
"I don't think..." I tried to object, but it came out
weakly and you didn't seem to hear me anyway.
"Sheila, looks like you've got a cock in each hand, as
usual. If you think you can handle that for a while
longer..."
"No problem at all," I heard Sheila coo.
"Then I'll give Marty a break playing Steven Spielberg.
Must be hard to point that camera with one hand and jerk
yourself with the other anyway," you laughed.
"I manage," he replied jokingly. "But I will take you
upon that offer."
With my face buried in the sweat-soaked pillow, I
couldn't really see what was going on, but in a moment I
felt Marty's strong familiar hands on my hips. He buried
himself quite easily into my stretched cunt with a
single thrust.
When I'd heard you suggest that I was going to continue
being fucked, I couldn't possibly believe I could stand
any more, but I found Marty's cock most welcome. It
didn't fill me nearly as much as the huge dildo had, but
he still felt wonderful. The warmth of a real cock had
my juices flowing again, despite what I may have
believed possible.
"Wow!" Marty said as he repeatedly thrust into me,
"She's so wet still, it's unbelievable."
"Go on Marty, you can give it to her harder than that,"
you coaxed him. "You're not in that bad shape for an old
geezer, and I got her good and loosened up for you."
"I'll show you geezer," he retorted playfully. Rising to
her challenge, he banged away fiercely. I was letting
out high pitched "oh's" at every thrust and the rest of
the group became more vocal cheering him on.
"Way to go Marty, give it to her!"
"Pound that little pussy!"
"Faster! Faster! Man you've got her screaming now!"
Having already shot one load down my throat earlier, his
stamina for the second round was greatly enhanced. I
felt myself on the verge of yet another orgasm when his
fingers dug more tightly into my hips. Grunting, he came
deep inside me. He finished with three or four powerful
thrusts, leaving me right on the edge.
He pulled out and I heard you moving in close behind me.
"Time for your close-up," you said. "Hold still there.
Mmm, look at those swollen pussy lips. That's a well
used cunt." Your finger flicked a couple of times
against my raw clit, making me moan. "And it's still
hungry for more. Any takers?"
A pair of familiar feet moved in front of me, then hands
reached under my armpits and lifted me up to look at the
face of my husband.
"How you doing, sweetheart," he asked me softly.
"I'm OK," I managed, then I could hardly believe it was
me saying the next words. "I need to cum again, Mikey."
A broad smile filled his face and he sat back on the
sofa, pulling me on top of him.
"My hands," I started to say, hoping to get a little
relief for my aching wrist and shoulders.
"You ok like that, baby," you said while Mike pulled my
knees up onto the couch. I settled down effortlessly
onto his cock, his thick shaft that had filled me so
well before came just a bit short after the stretching
my poor pussy had just endured. I was ready to just rest
for a moment, impaled on my husband's cock, when another
pair of hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up, almost
off of him.
"I think that pussy could just about be rated as a
double occupancy," Scott's voice was right behind me. I
didn't quite grasp what he meant, but it became crystal
clear in a second. I felt his cock pushing against my
cunt, right alongside Mike's. Mike pulled the rest of
the way out and then they both pressed up into me
together.
Both cocks entered me. Even after that frightening
dildo, these two thick cocks were a tight fit. I was
panting and screaming, both in pain and pleasure as they
both pulled down on hips, forcing their way into my
cunt.
Once I was fully impaled, Mike took control of my hips,
pumping them up and down on their cocks while Scott
reached around and tightly gripped my little tits in his
hands. That was all I needed to send me off into orbit
again. I came screaming, the wonderful fire in my tits
matching the fire between my legs.
"Fantastic!" you exclaimed, moving with the camera in
hand from between our legs and panning alongside my
writhing body sandwiched between the two men. "Those
teeny tiny tits have been left out far too long."
"Not anymore," Scott assured her, holding my nipples
tightly in his fingers, tugging them away from my chest
every time their two cocks shoved into me, which was at
an ever-quickening pace.
"How do those two big, hard cocks feel inside of your
little pussy, baby?" you ask me, from behind the camera.
"Feels... fucking... great..." I managed, panting. "Oh
fuck... I'm cumming... again... oh fucking god!" I could
hardly believe it myself, but the undeniable feeling
took me over once again, filling my body until I thought
I would explode in pure ecstasy.
My orgasm triggered a similar reaction in Scott, and
just a few moments after I came, he started pumping
harder and harder, throwing off the rhythm he had going
with Mike. Mike gave up trying to match him and just
held still fully impaling my pussy while Scott quickly
finished, adding his semen to Marty's deep inside me.
He stepped back leaving me alone on top of my husband. I
leaned back, finally able to arch my back and stretch a
bit.
"Come on Cynthia," you said standing behind the couch,
shooting over Mike's shoulder. "Show us what a good wife
you are. You're not too tired to get your husband off,
are you? Let's see you ride that cock."
I was truly feeling exhausted, but still horny, too. I
lifted my ass a bit experimentally, then dropped back
down onto Mike's rock hard shaft. "I can do this." I
thought to myself. I lifted up again and he reached up
to cup my breasts, engulfing them in his hands. I still
hadn't caught my breath yet, but somehow I managed to
start fucking him. I was really starting to wish I could
use my hands to hold on to something. I've never before
been so glad that Mike came quickly. It only took a
couple of minutes, but I don't think I had much more in
me. He came and I fell against his chest.
I was ready to curl up in bed and sleep 'til noon at
that point, but you had other things in mind. I only got
a couple of minutes of rest while you handed the camera
back to Marty and, I was happy to see, removed your
harness. You sat down next to Mike and sweetly asked if
you could borrow me for a little while.
With my hands still bound behind my back, you gently
took my shoulders and pulled me toward you. Mike helped
me sidestep my legs over so that I straddled you.
You caressed my face and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Your hands drifted lower and your fingertips ran lightly
along my nipples. "Those boys were a little rough on
these tender little tits, weren't they? Does that feel
nice? Yeah it does, your nipples are nice and hard
aren't they? Like two little gumballs. Here, I'd like
you to see how sensitive my nipples are."
You gently pushed my down a bit so that my head rested
on your wonderful chest. Your breasts were everything
I'd thought, smooth and firm, topped with full, dark
nipples. Like a baby, I instinctively sucked one into my
mouth, feeling it stiffen and stretch.
"Mmm, that feels good," you said softly, "Now the other
one."
I noticed Marty, camera in hand, quietly filming me from
just a few feet away as I moved to your other breast,
finding it as wonderfully responsive as the first. The
thought crossed my mind that I could stay peacefully
suckling like this forever.
However, a gentle nudge against my pussy told me that
wasn't to be. Taking my mouth from your breast for just
a moment, I looked over my shoulder and saw Sheila
behind me. She had donned your harness and was guiding
the big dildo once again to my aching crotch.
"I don't think I can..." I started, but you turned my
head back to your breast.
"Sure you can," you told me. I felt the big toy entering
me. Despite the constant barrage it had endured, my cunt
still felt stretched as it engulfed the rubber cock.
"Doesn't that feel nice? You want it again, don't you,
baby?"
One part of me wanted nothing than for the night to just
be over, but the more base, carnal part of me answered.
"Yes. Oh it's stretching me again... I just don't think
my pussy can take it."
"It doesn't look like your pussy is having too much
trouble from back here," Sheila told me. "And I got it
greased up real good with the K-Y for you, too. Just
suck those lovely tits in front of you and enjoy."
Since I didn't really seem to have much choice, anyway,
it sounded like a good idea. I locked my mouth back onto
one of your breasts as Sheila buried the strap-on cock
into me. She fucked me in full, strong strokes, not as
vigorously as you had, but still steadily. Your hands
slipped under my chest and tugged on my tender nips.
With this magnificent treatment, it wasn't long before I
felt an orgasm building.
Even now, I couldn't say how many that was for the
night. It seemed like the last hour or two (I still
really don't know the timeframe) was nothing but a cycle
of arousal and orgasm, with all-too-few moments of rest.
I sucked harder on your nipples as the sensations built
up in my body.
I'm sure you and Sheila both could sense my climax
building. She thrust harder into me and you pinched and
pulled harder on my nipples. My orgasm surged through my
body and as every muscle tensed it was all I could do
not to bite down on your nipple.
"Whoa! That mouth can really work when you cum!" you
said, responding to the intense suction I was
involuntarily putting on you breast. "Let's get that to
work where it'll really feel good. Pull her hips back,
Sheila. I want her face in my twat. You do want to eat
my pussy again, don't you baby."
I managed to make some kind of noise in assent as Sheila
rammed the dildo in to the hilt and lifted my thighs,
bring them between your legs. She took me by the waist
and backed up, pulling me with her. I slid down your
body until my face rested against your cunt and my knees
were on the floor. I opened my mouth to taste your sweet
juices as Sheila started screwing me again. Every thrust
pushed my mouth harder against you. I sucked your lower
lips, pushing my tongue in between until you started to
moan in pleasure. I was starting to feel my own pleasure
build again, too. I went for your clit.
"Oh Yeah Baby!" you cried as I drew it into my mouth.
Your hands gripped my head and your wrapped one leg
around me, I could feel your foot against my back.
"Give it to her harder, Sheila!" you ordered,
desperately. "She sucks so good when you slam it into
her. Make her cum again, pound her till she cums again!"
Sheila was breathing harder as she followed your
instructions. That big dildo was pumping harder into me
and I did indeed feel another orgasm coming, almost as
if the last had never ended, just subsided for a moment.
It built a little slower this time, filling my body with
ecstasy as I worked harder on your cunt. You came first,
by just a few moments. Your thighs squeezed against my
head, and I would have noticed that I was struggling for
breath except for the fact that my own orgasm ripped
through my body, sending me into spasms of pure bliss.
Sheila pulled out of me as I finally started to come
down from my sexual high.
"Oh boy," she panted, "I don't have your stamina, Eve."
"Just... a minute," you replied, also working to catch
your breath. "I'll be ready... for my second set."
Your words took a moment to sink in, and I wanted
desperately to believe you were joking.
Scott knelt beside me and lifted me back off of you so
that you could get up. Then he sat in your place and
dropped my head to his lap. From watching the all-girl
show we had been putting on, he had fully regained his
erection and lifting my head by the hair he didn't give
me much choice but to start sucking him.
I could still taste my own sex juices on him as I weakly
took him into my mouth. I remember feeling embarrassed
that I was too exhausted to give him my best blowjob. It
didn't take long for you to take the strap-on harness
from Sheila and put it on. It hardly seemed like any
time had passed before, for the third time, the huge
black dildo was pushing against my aching cunt.
"Jesus!" you exclaimed as you pushed it into me, "I
would have thought you would be loosened up pretty good
by now. This thing is going in as tight as the first
time!"
I was hardly aware of the cock in my mouth, I sucked on
purely by reflex. The sensations between my legs seemed
greater than ever before as you fucked me even harder
than you had the first time. With each thrust I was
slammed forward, forcing Scott's cock against the back
of my throat. He leaned forward so that his hands could
find my breasts, and when he did he showed no mercy.
He alternated between roughly squeezing them fully in
his hands and concentrating on my nipples, clenching
them in his fingers and twisting them. Every nerve in my
body was already hypersensitive, and the pounding
between my legs and the harsh stimulation to my breasts
brought me to new heights of sexual frenzy. I felt what
I can only describe as a major-league orgasm build, and
then finally course through my body. Time seemed to
freeze as every nerve in my body exploded in feeling.
The moment seemed to stretch on endlessly, and in truth
I can't recall an end. Only blackness. Between the
alcohol, the physical exhaustion and the repeating
sexual peaks, my body hit its limit. I'm sure I passed
out. I hazily recall coming in and out of awareness. I
recall being aware of a larger cock (probably Mike's)
inexplicably pumping my mouth, but I don't remember
Scott cumming, or the two of them changing places. And
constantly there was the sensation between my legs. The
agonizing pleasure as my pussy was stretched and filled,
over and over again.
I don't know if you really fucked me for another half-
hour, but I believe you did. I just remember finally
becoming conscious again in your arms. We were alone in
one of the bedrooms, our naked bodies curled together. I
could smell the mix of sweat and sex coming off of both
out bodies. Noticing that I was awake you continued to
gently caress my body, occasionally kissing me tenderly
on the lips.
We lay like that, lazily touching and kissing and
quietly talking for quite a long time. Finally Mike came
in, wrapped me in a blanket and carried me to the car. I
fell asleep again in the car, and didn't wake again
until this morning.
***
Wow. I'd been so engrossed by Cynthia's words, I hadn't
even noticed any grammatical errors I was supposed to be
looking for. I was also sporting a tremendous hard-on. I
quickly saved the file and sent it via email to Marty
and Sheila. I was sure they would be interested in how
much she's enjoyed the event.
Her reaction had been a topic of discussion as we had
watched the video. Of course, we had played it that
night. I'd carried her upstairs into one of the guest
rooms and then hurried back down to find that Marty
already had it cued up. I could still hardly believe
that Eve had kept screwing her with the strap-on for
twenty minutes after she had passed out. But not more
astounded that when I switched places with Scott.
Even unconscious, her mouth had still reflexively sucked
on my cock as soon as it was against her lips. Even
before I left for work this morning, as she was still
sleeping, I pushed my finger against her lips. Her mouth
had parted slightly and I slid it in, feeling her
impulsively suck. If I hadn't been in a hurry, I
probably would have dropped my pants right there and
really put these newfound instincts to the test.
Instead, I had to head to the office, marveling at what
a wonderful slut my wife had become.
As exciting as her new persona was, there were still a
few more hurdles to get over before she would truly be
the type of wanton slut Marty and Sheila assured me she
would become. With this thought on my mind I headed to
the bedroom, anxious to see just how wildly my wife
could perform after the incredibly intense events that
had ended only sixteen hours before.
I was not disappointed.
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