2 comments/ 53021 views/ 12 favorites Linda Jacobson By: SteveLee1146 Linda Jacobson was a very nice person, pleasant and well liked. While not beautiful, she was pretty and attractive with thick, solid black hair and a good, if not spectacular, figure. However, like most women, she found fault with her physique: she was too short (5' 2"), her breasts were too small (34B), she was too heavy (110 pounds), etc. However, there was one attribute with which she was happy -- her legs. They were very nice, long for her height, with calves and thighs firm and well-shaped. These assets, however, were what eventually got her in trouble for she delighted in showing them off. Linda's one significant flaw (if it was one) was that she was an inveterate exhibitionist. She always wore skirts with hose, garter belts and panties, not pantyhose. She enjoyed getting out of a car with her skirt up and legs parted, exposing her hose tops, bare thighs and panties. She delighted in sitting at a party with her legs drawn up, "accidentally" displaying those same attractions to male admirers. Her activities were relatively innocent, causing pleasure for herself and enjoyment (ocular only) to those admirers. The only problem with her "hobby" was that her husband, Jeff, did not get the same enjoyment that she did. Somehow, the idea of other men looking salaciously up his wife's skirt did not appeal to him. This had been the source of numerous arguments between them, almost always ending with her agreeing to try to reform -- which, of course, she never did. She got a real tingle between her legs when she thought that a man had seen her thighs, even more pronounced when she knew that her panties had been seen. She knew, obviously, that Jeff disapproved and she didn't like making him unhappy, but the thrill of "the chase" overcame her good intentions. It was a compulsion that was irresistible since she really saw nothing wrong with her innocent fun. Usually she made her most blatant displays when she knew Jeff couldn't see, but, inevitably, she slipped up, he saw, and the argument began again. Fortunately, while the arguments were heated and loud, they had always been verbal, not physical. However, that was about to change. Linda and Jeff were invited to a large New Year's Eve party given by some friends, John and Elsa Johnson, in their large rambling home. Linda had a new short cocktail dress that even made her breasts look bigger to her, under which she wore white lace panties, white garter belt and sheer, long stockings. She felt very good as they arrived, confident in her appearance and ready to have a good time. After circulating for awhile, she ended up sitting on a couch and, almost without thinking, opened her legs sufficiently to get that tingle as eyes probed toward her thighs. Actually, she was reasonably circumspect, only showing her legs, not her panties. However, as the evening wore on and 12:00 AM approached, the excitement of the evening, and a drink or two, created a boldness that took her beyond her normal limits. Suddenly, an urge overcame her, and she went into the bedroom where coats and purses had been placed, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. She had never gone that far before at a party or social event, but somehow being without panties that night seemed overwhelmingly attractive. She came out of the bedroom feeling very sexy, very open under her skirt, as she walked through the crowd. When twelve midnight arrived, she and Jeff kissed and she kissed several friends in celebration. After midnight, the party settled down and she found herself sitting, once again, on couch in one of the many side rooms. Then, knowing full well what she was doing, she let her skirt ride up near her hose tops and let her legs open slightly. Very shortly after that, she had an avid audience of three men hanging on to every word she said -- and focusing their eyes on the white thighs exposed under her skirt. She felt her tingle multiplied, partly because of the time, the drinks and the fascinated audience and she was almost compelled to do more. She had never shown her cunt before, only her panties, at most, but now she wanted to be seen. Slowly, as if merely shifting to a more comfortable position, she raised and swung her legs over, letting them spread as she did so. Her audience had a clear view all the way to her crotch, her cunt nicely displayed as she moved. Their eyes would have bulged out if it had been possible and, for Linda, a surge of heat flowed through her, centering in her cunt. That surge of pleasure and sexual excitement dominated her and, once again, the compulsion to show herself caused her to shift several times, opening her legs wider and longer each time she did so. There was very little conversation and the men no longer raised their eyes to her face. Finally, and later she was embarrassed to remember what she had done, she raised her knees up to shift her legs over, but just stopped in the middle, showing them her cunt. How long she stayed in that position she never knew, but three men certainly had time to study every detail of her very excited cunt. How long it would have lasted is also unknown, for suddenly she became aware of Jeff coming toward her and she jerked her legs together and set up. As Jeff came up to the couch, Linda's audience found other things that they needed to do and disappeared. Linda was flustered, not knowing what he had seen, but he only commented that it was getting late and that they should be leaving. She was reassured when he said that he would get her coat and purse while she said goodnight to the Johnson's. Unfortunately for her, Jeff had not arrived just as she saw him. In fact, he had been the beneficiary of the same view as the three admirers but from further away and at an angle. However, even from a distance it was obvious that he was not seeing white panties. The darkness between her thighs could only have been hair and the three heads leaning forward were not focusing on her face! As he came closer, her pantiless cunt became excruciatingly clear. The black-haired lips outlined the deep red interior, showing that it was aroused and open. As she looked up and saw him, her legs snapped shut, proving that she had been well aware of her exposure. He pretended to have seen nothing, but, when getting her coat, he first opened her purse and, without surprise, pulled out a pair of sheer, white lace panties. He quickly put them in his pocket and took purse and coat to his wife -- who was due for a very unpleasant surprise. The ride home was very quiet, neither having much to say. However, both their minds were in turmoil, replaying, over and over, the events of the evening. Having gotten over her first fear of Jeff having seen her showing herself, Linda's sexual excitement returned. She was both shocked at what she had done, but the thought, "I showed my cunt to those guys. Gods, they had to have seen everything! Oh, I wish I could have seen what I showed! I know that my skirt was up and my legs were open! Damn, I wish I could go off right now!" The same litany kept running through her mind all the way home. For Jeff, the train of thought was very different. His first and automatic reaction was to be filled with anger as he saw those three men studying his wife's cunt -- particularly how wet and open it was. He had been irate with her when she just showed her panties, but this was unbelievable. He ran over several scenarios as to how he was going to confront her when they got home, all culminating in some severe punishment. His anger was very real and he was, in fact, quite furious. However, he had to admit to himself that he had been momentarily aroused, himself, as he walked toward and saw her legs spread and her cunt on show. He even had to admit a flash of smugness as he saw her audience gaping at what he saw regularly! Knowing that other men had seen between his wife's legs both repelled and excited him at the same time. Still, she had to be punished! As they walked into the house, Linda suddenly remembered that she still had no panties on and knew that she had better put them on or else not let Jeff see her undress. She threw her coat onto the couch and headed immediately for the bedroom, but Jeff came right with her, ending her chance to undress alone. Taking her purse with her, she went into the bathroom, closed the door and opened it to retrieve her panties. She stared with astonishment and almost dropped the purse as she saw that they were missing. Thoughts of what could have happened flooded her mind, ranging from someone rummaging through her purse to having carelessly dropped the panties as she hurriedly put them away -- and she didn't know which was worse. However, everything was in its place, so she concluded that her panties were still back on their friend's bed, a traumatic thought in itself. Coming out of the bathroom, she had a blank, confused and worried expression on her face, and Jeff knew why! He had already stripped to his shorts as he came up behind her and, before she could react, unzipped her dress down to her hips in back. Slipping it off of her shoulders and helping her step out of it and seeing her wearing only a bra, garter belt and hose, he asked, ingenuously, "What happened to your panties?" Caught, Linda stammered, "Oh, I...I...took them off in the bathroom. They're in the hamper." Closing his trap, Jeff reached over to his pants and said, "It's the damnest thing, but I thought you had worn these tonight! I wonder how they got into my pocket?" He watched as Linda's face froze in a stunned expression, her mouth open with no sound coming out. "So you just took them off in the bathroom! You took them off in a bathroom I don't doubt, but it wasn't this one! You've been walking around all night without panties and heaven knows how many people saw up your skirt. I walked into that room and, from the door, saw your cunt! You had three guys so close that they could have counted the hairs on it! I'll swear that they were almost drooling as they stared at the hole! What in hell were you thinking of? Then, to make it worse, you try to fool me by lying! God damn it, explain yourself!" Linda literally was speechless. She tried to think of something to say but her mind was frozen with shock and nothing came out. There was nothing that she could say to defend herself, for she was caught -- guilty as charged. Finally, she managed to stammer out, "Oh....oh, Jeff, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I...I've gone without panties lots of time because....it's daring, I guess, a little adventure. I never show all the way up...it just feels sexy to walk around outside or at a store with nothing on underneath. I was having such a good time and I felt sexy in my new dress and I just wanted to feel sexier. I took off my panties and felt very excited and, I don't know, maybe a little high. It was fun walking around, talking to people, thinking how shocked they would be to know that I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt. I never intended to let anyone see my cunt, it just happened and only that one time." Then, starting to cry, "I just got carried away. We were talking and they were very flattering and made me feel very attractive. I had my skirt up a bit and, without thinking, I swung my legs over and felt a real rush when, from their reaction, I knew that they had probably seen all the way up. Then I did it again -- and again. I just couldn't stop! Oh, they were looking and I got hotter and hotter and, finally, just before you came in, I just held my legs apart. Gods, I almost went off! I just couldn't help myself! Please don't be mad!" She continued sobbing as Jeff replied, "I'm not mad, I'm furious! You know better than that! What if someone else, like the Johnson's, had come in and seen you flashing your cunt? You were alone in that room with those guys -- what if they wanted to do more than look? We had a big argument the last time you deliberately showed your panties and you promised to cut it out, and now you do it without panties! Well, this time I'm not going to argue or discuss! You did more than break your promise and you're going to pay big time! Come over here and get over my knee! You're going to get your little ass blistered until you won't dare do anything like this again!" Linda looked at him without belief. She had never been spanked, even by her parents, and the thought of her husband doing so was incomprehensible. However, before she could react, Jeff grabbed her around the waist and pulled her over. When his intentions really sank in, she began to struggle mightily, but her 5'2" and 110 pounds against his 6' and 185 meant that the struggle was quickly lost. He held her down with his right hand on her back and his right hand began a ferocious spanking. His hand rose and with a mighty SMACK landed solidly on her bottom. Almost before she could shriek "eeeeek, OUCH" two more hit, SMACK...SMACK. These were the first three of a veritable barrage... SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK! As the blows rained down, Linda screamed and begged, promised to reform, promised to do anything if he would stop. "Oh God, stop, it hurts....please Jeff, that's enough...I'm sorry....PLEASE....I'll never do it again.....OOOOOOH.....OUCH.....NO MORE, PLEASE!" On and on went the spanking: SMACK...SMACK....SMACK...SMACK... SMACK...SMACK. On and on went the pleas: "OOOUCH....please stop....I'll always were panties....ooooh.....oooooh." Her cries and pleas disintegrated into moans and groans rather that speech as the spanking went on. She had been twisting and struggling but, now, she just sank down and absorbed the blows, whimpering and crying as the pain mounted. Her bottom which had been a delectable pink-white flesh color now was a beet-red that seemed to radiate heat. Jeff had promised that she would have her "little ass blistered" and, while there might not be actual blisters, it was close. Finally, whether from taking pity on her, a tired arm of a sore hand, the spanking stopped. Jeff looked at his handiwork and saw a red bottom, uniformly red from the top of her thighs to the top of her hips. He did feel a surge of pity, but, also, a swelling (literally) of sexual arousal as he looked at the black fringed cunt lips that were poking out from between her legs. Setting her on her feet, he hugged her as she squeezed against him, stammering out, "Oh....oh...it hurts. I'm so sorry....I didn't mean to go that far! Will you forgive me?" It perhaps seems strange that the one who had just been soundly spanked was still apologizing for her indiscretion, but Linda accepted the punishment as earned even if she hated it. "I'd just never had that feeling of being sexually powerful, having men hanging over me like that! I just wasn't thinking of any possible consequences until I saw you coming and I came to my senses -- too late. Jeff's response was equally seemingly out of character in light of his previous anger. "That's all right, Honey. I guess what you did wasn't too bad -- at least, nothing bad happened. A drink or two and, well.....you know, things do happen. I was really mad when I saw you open like that but, I'll admit, it wasn't so much what you were showing, but the circumstances. There were a lot of people around, including others in the same room and people will gossip. Think of women whispering, 'Did you see Linda Jacobson at Shirley Johnson's party? She was showing everything she had to those men!' We don't need that!" "My God, Jeff, I wasn't even thinking but, of course, you're right! I'll certainly never do anything like that again." Then, softly, "But, you're not mad now, are you, and you forgive me?" Jeff didn't say a word, merely unsnapping her bra and placing her on the bed. Removing his shorts, he revealed that "swelling" as a firm erection, a hard cock. Getting between her legs, he slid the cock into a very well lubricated cunt. Other than a slight wince from her sore, battered bottom as he came down on her, Linda welcomed the penetration as evidence that she was back in his good graces. She began to react almost immediately as her began screwing her, the severe spanking not having cooled off the cunt that had been hot all evening. As she surged up and down against him, matching his strokes, however, her thoughts were elsewhere, back at the party. In her mind was a continual picture of herself laying back, her legs open with three men staring at her naked cunt. The thrill, the excitement of that moment fueled her drive toward a violent orgasm. Oddly enough, Jeff's thoughts were of the same moment in time. He kept seeing his wife, legs open, displaying that same naked cunt to the same three men, but from a different angle. He still pictured the black-haired lips pulled back revealing the inter lips and the dark hole between them. The color was deep red, not pink, showing her arousal as she obviously knew what she was doing. Jeff didn't really understand his reaction, but even at the time he had had mixed emotions, masculine anger but, also, masculine arousal. Now, as he drove his cock into that same cunt, the image of her exposing herself to a rapt audience spurred him toward a tremendous climax. Actually, Linda began the writhing and almost spastic motions of orgasm before he did, but that served as a trigger to send him over the edge as he ejaculated deep within her. Shortly afterwards, they collapsed in bed (it was now 4:00 AM) and fell asleep, leaving much to be thought about and discussed. Actually, Jeff had been startled by his uncharacteristic rage last night and, finally, recognized that it had come, primarily, from his own ambivalence toward Linda's exhibitionist tendencies -- excited by what he saw but feeling guilty that he was aroused by his own wife's exposure. That surge of heat he felt as he saw those three men staring between her legs shouldn't have happened, so he took it out on her. That was only a part of his motivation: she was breaking her promise, she was blatantly exposing herself in the wrong setting, the watchers were ogling at his property, etc. Then, perhaps worst of all, she compounded her "offense" by trying to hide what she had done by trying to lie to him. In any case, while his anger was not completely irrational, his recognition of his true motivation led to a far more open-minded discussion of the whole situation. As a result, he following several days did involve a great deal of thinking and soul searching. Linda was able to describe the excitement and arousal she derived from her moderate exhibitionism -- primarily from showing her legs and occasionally, her panties to other men and, she admitted reluctantly, a few women who seemed appreciative. She did like to go without panties, but, except for the New Year's Eve session, never having shown anything other than her legs. It just felt daring to be walking around stores, etc. knowing that she was naked under her skirt. Jeff, reluctantly, admitted that seeing up another woman's skirt always was exciting for him, so he had to accept that being on the other end, the person showing herself could get that same enjoyment. In addition, after seeing her display that night, her normal "flashing" seemed relatively unimportant and, if done discreetly, could lead to mutual pleasure. Consequently, to find out exactly how she looked and how he felt about it, several times times during that week he stood a distance from the car and watched Linda get out with varying degrees of exposure. To his own surprise, he realized that seeing his own wife displaying herself was at least as erotic, possibly even more, than seeing another woman doing the same thing! As a result, his objections to her doing so evaporated and, in fact, her exhibiting herself became a arousing conversation between them as she described her "adventures" in terms of how much she showed and who saw. Since this frequently led to more sexual intimacy between them, Jeff even encouraged her in her "innocent" displays. However, it was agreed that when not wearing panties she would be quite discreet, usually meaning keeping her skirt down and legs closed. In addition, she was to be certain that, unlike the situation on New Year's Eve, she should not show anything unless there was no risk. With those limitations, exhibitionism became a pleasure for both of them. However, this increased freedom was the source of another, and more serious, encounter. Linda Jacobson As spring approached, Linda and Jeff had their pool opened and arranged to have weekly maintenance scheduled, with the pool company employee instructed to come through the gate and do what was necessary. It was a warm season and Linda took advantage of the afternoon sun by sitting on a chaise lounge chair while reading. It was very companionable because Jeff worked as a consultant from a home office in a room beside the pool and she was sitting just outside the sliding glass door. One day in early June, the gate opened and a maintenance worker came in, a 20-year old college senior-to-be. He greeted Linda and Jeff and introduced himself as Jim Conners and said that he was going to care for their pool that summer. He seemed quite nice, and to Linda, quite attractive. As he worked and she read, she casually drew her legs up toward her hips and, after a while, opened them so that her thighs were clearly visible. After a short time, she was able to see, surreptitiously, that he was looking intently when he thought he was unobserved. Encouraged by his interest and by that familiar tingle in her cunt, she carelessly let one leg fall to the side, opening a direct line of sight to her panties. For the next half-hour, his eyes never left her display for more than a few seconds. Afterwards, Linda recounted her little "adventure" to Jeff who walked around the pool, confirming to her that she looked very sexy and that Jim definitely had a clear view of her panties. However, he warned her, "Now don't go overboard! We don't want him making a pass at you! I guess it's o.k. since I'll be working right here in the office. You did look sexy, though!" For the next several weeks, Linda really enjoyed herself in her more-or-less innocent exposure and Jim was the happy beneficiary. He obviously enjoyed cleaning their pool and even gave them extra time without any suggestion of additional charge! As the weather heated up, she began sun bathing, wearing only a pair of panties and a halter. The panties were opaque and colored so that they looked like a bikini, but she knew that they were panties and that felt sexy. Actually, if you looked closely, it was apparent that they were panties because they tended to fit less securely and Jim certainly looked closely! The heat in her cunt built up as, week after week, she was able to lie out knowing that she was presenting a very attractive body in a very sexy way. Again, Jeff confirmed that she looked sexy, but he warned, again, "Now don't go too far! Those panties don't really hide your cunt very well after you've laid there awhile. You're showing a lot of hair when you open your legs. You don't want him to get too interested!" Linda heard the sexy part but discounted the warning, feeling safe with Jeff right there, plus, Jim was very attentive and his obvious interest was flattering and exciting. In fact, without mentioning it to Jeff, she had gone a step further. Lying face down, she unfastened her halter, a not unusual act when attempting to avoid tan lines. It felt very exciting to lie there wearing, in effect, nothing but a pair of panties while an attractive young man walked around, talking to her and -- she could almost feel his eyes -- studying every detail of her body. It was almost like a drug: as she showed something it felt exciting and she wanted more the next time, and then more after that...and more! She knew that her panties weren't hiding much. Jeff had confirmed that, but instead of becoming more cautious, the awareness of exposure made it all the more stimulating. The same thing happened with the loosened halter. Occasionally when she was sure he was looking (which was most of the time), she raised up on her elbows for a moment, knowing that her breasts, even her nipples, would be seen. She had never shown them before, and doing so provided a real rush and a massive tingle in her cunt. A week later, after lying face down for awhile, she managed to turn onto her back, holding the halter over her breasts as she did so, but "accidentally" having a nipple peek out. It was really a heady time and she could hardly wait each week until pool maintenance day arrived. Jeff benefited from her sexual arousal and he enjoyed hearing what she had shown and how excited she was. It aroused him, too, so nobody was being hurt (although he might have questioned her breast exposure) for there was no doubt that Jim loved what he was seeing. Actually, he was having a difficult time working for much of that time he was attempting to hide a considerable erection. All of this might have continued as a pleasant diversion except for what seemed to be an innocuous business problem on one of those pool days. Jeff handled most of his consulting work from his home office, but on this particular day he received a phone call asking for help from a major client. Jeff quickly called to Linda, saying that he had to try to solve the problem in person and that he would probably be back in an hour. As he left, Jim was finishing his work and gathering his equipment. Linda was lying face down after just treating him to a brief peek at her breasts and was feeling quite satisfied at his reaction. Just as she heard Jeff's car drive off, she suddenly was aware of motion beside her and, to her astonishment, she felt Jim's hands on her side turning her over. Before she had time to realize what was happening to her, she was on her back, her breasts bare and being fondled. "Jim, my god, what are you doing? Stop that!" Her shocked reaction was honest because, despite Jeff's warning, she had never thought of doing anything or having anything done to her. "Please stop it!" Jim, at first, ignored her pleas, thinking that they were pro forma protests, part of the games people play. "Come on, Mrs. Jacobson, what are you acting like this for? Your husband's gone and we can have some fun without interference. Come on, you know you want to!" He was feeling her breasts with one hand while the other worked its fingers under her panties. However, her continued struggles and demands that he stop soon convinced him that she might mean it. "What's the problem? You've been showing me these things for weeks now -- you can't stop now!" "No, I don't want this! Let me go! I'm a married woman and I don't play around like this!" "I don't believe this! You have your cunt and tits showing all this time and you don't want to do anything? Damn it, you've gotten my cock hard every time I come here! Now when I want to do something about it, you remember that you're a married woman who doesn't play around! Well, you're nothing but a damn cock teaser and if you won't put out one way, you'll get it another!" With that, he lifted her bodily straight off of the mat, sat down on the chaise and planted her across his knee. Ignoring her angry cries and threats of "I'll have you arrested," he literally ripped her panties off and brought his hand down with a thunderous smash. "I'll".... slap .... "teach" .... slap ..... "you"..... slap... "to".... slap ...."show".... slap ...."your".... slap ...."cunt"..... slap ...."unless"..... slap .... "you"..... slap ....."mean" .... slap ..... "it! ..... SLAP ....."Your" .... slap ..... "ass" ..... slap .... "is".... slap .... "going".... slap ..... "to"..... SLAP .... "burn" .... slap ...."for".... SLAP .... "a" .... SLAP ..... "week." Actually, after each slap there was an instantaneous shriek which was a combination of pain and rage. Linda struggled mightily to escape his grip while protesting, insistently, that she had no intention of doing anything and he was wrong to think so, Jim soon stopped talking, devoting himself solely to heartlessly assaulting her "ass," ignoring everything she said. The cacophony of alternating slaps and loud squeals continued as she squirmed and twisted, futilely trying to avoid the harsh blows. It hurt even worse than the spanking she had received from Jeff, but, somehow, even with the pain, she had a wild conflict of emotions. She hated being spanked, but she was continuously aware, in the back of her mind, at least, that this was not her husband -- she was completely naked in the clutches of another man. Her exhibitionist tendencies, the excitement of being completely exposed, warred with her anger at being manhandled and overpowered. The end of the spanking was different, also, for there was nothing of the complete subjugation and surrender as it had been with Jeff where she just hung there, defenseless, over his knee, beaten and remorseful. Instead, when he dumped her off onto the tanning mat, she was still aware and alert. Jim, even as he started the vengeful spanking, was well aware that he had a naked woman before him. He was furious, but, as he spanked her, his eyes took in the attributes that he was striking. Her ass, as he referred to it, was pleasantly plump and quite resilient, causing his hand to sink in and rebound nicely, reinforcing his sense that this was an attractive, female bottom. Her thrashing around gave him a close up view of what he had seen only from a distance, her cunt. Despite this consciousness of her female attributes, he still administered a through spanking, turning the pink flesh of her buttocks to a splotchy redness. Still, as his anger was assuaged by battering her behind, his concentration turned more to what he was seeing that the spanking. Finally, his hand hesitated and stopped, and, then, ran over the red, punished cheeks. Naturally aroused and intrigued, he slipped the hand between her legs and eagerly felt the lips and, inevitably, the crevice between. Surprisingly, given her vigorous protests and struggle, Linda lay quietly as he felt her, actually parting her thighs to facilitate his penetration. Abruptly, and without comment, Jim, relatively gently, dumped her onto the mat where, instead of jumping to her feet and attempting to escape, she lay on her back. She just lay there, legs slightly apart, as he looked down at her, seemingly just waiting for whatever came next. Jim stared down at her as if, he too, were waiting for some kind of signal and, perhaps, her very lack of reaction was that signal. In any case, he suddenly stripped off his pants and shorts and came down on her. Proving her acquiescence, she raised and spread her legs, welcoming him into herself. His hard cock slid in, without opposition, until his balls came against the edge of the ass he had just spanked. He began a pounding of her cunt, creating a rhythm that she quickly matched, meeting his inward plunges with upward surges of her own, sinking back as he withdrew. He began grinding against her while she reciprocated by opening even wider as if trying to pull his cock completely inside her. The action became more frenetic as the climax approached, each moving harder against the other until Jim stayed in and, with spastic motions, came into her, filling her with cum. As he did so, she writhed against him, pushing up frantically as her own orgasm was reached. After holding firmly locked together, they slumped down on the mat, sated and momentarily exhausted by the strenuous actions. After almost a minute, Jim raised up and pulled out of her cunt, and, with effort, got to his feet. Without saying anything, he dressed as he kept his eyes on her as she lay without moving. Then, not knowing what to say, really, he knelt down and squeezed her breast while lightly kissing her. She smiled timorously and returned the kiss but saying nothing. Finally, he said, "That was very nice! I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'd better go, but I'll see you next week." With those brief, and inadequate words, he picked up his equipment and slipped out of the gate, leaving her lying, eyes closed, in the same position. She hadn't said a word, but her mind was in complete turmoil, strung out from the excitement and release of a tremendous orgasm. As a modicum of sanity returned, and the effect of adulterous intercourse (read screwing) faded, she began the inevitable guilt trip, thinking of what she had done, what should she tell Jeff, what could she tell Jeff! How did she get herself into this situation, what could she do now, what should she do now? Remorse flooded through her -- but tempered by an honest acknowledgement that she had enjoyed what she had done. All these thoughts were vague, as if seen through a piece of gauze, there but fuzzy. Then suddenly, that thought of enjoyment brought complete clarity, "My god, I've been screwed! He fucked me!" Heat flowed through her accompanied by guilt and a realization that she was in trouble. "How am I going to tell Jeff? I'll have to tell him!" As it happened, she was spared, if you would call it that, the question of how to tell Jeff, because as that thought was running through her mind, she heard, "What the hell! You've been fucked!" She opened her eyes and her mouth fell open in stunned surprise and horror as she saw her husband standing over her with a shocked and enraged look on his face. Actually, while it seemed at the time that his returning when he did was a catastrophe, the timing was better than it might have been. Just as he came through the door, the sound of Jim's truck departing came through the fence, so a nasty confrontation had been avoided by less than a minute. He had started to call out that the client's problem had been a false alarm so he was back early when he saw his wife lying naked on the ground, her legs open enough to expose her open, very red and thoroughly used cunt. The black hair covering her cunt lips was glistening with what had to be white cum and the hole, itself, was clearly clogged with the same material. It's one thing to be suspicious that your wife has been screwed, it's another to have the evidence so blatantly displayed. At a time like that, rational men do not always act rationally, and Jeff did not do so. A man who was normally not jealous reacted with a kind of blind fury that was a hangover of his caveman, Puritan, or whatever, genes -- his wife had committed adultery and had to be punished! Without thinking or waiting for her defense, he sat on the same chaise where Jim had sat, pulled Linda over his knees as Jim had done, and began battering her ass with stinging swats -- as Jim had done! Linda's mind was frozen in fright as she saw her husband, no coherent thought, no physical reaction as she lay there. As she was grabbed and pulled up on his lap, she was still dazed by the shock, not protesting or struggling of even aware of what was going to happen. She was abruptly blasted out of that almost comatose state as the first SMACK descended on her unprotected and already sore bottom. She had received a vicious spanking less than twenty minutes ago, something she actually had forgotten during the sexual relations, and Jeff's slapping hand caused her excruciating pain. She shrieked in agony as the first SMACK was followed immediately by a flurry of others, causing her to writhe and try to twist away. She cried out that she was sorry, that she hadn't meant to do it, that she tried to stop him.....but nothing helped. Jeff was acting in uncharacteristic blind fury, not even absorbing what she was saying or, for that matter, even noticing that the skin of her ass already was beet red and obviously had been spanked. SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK! Each SMACK was combined with a muttered imprecation from Jeff and a shriek from Linda. The pain was unbearable, and soon she was pleading for him to stop, moaning about how it hurt, crying that Jim had already spanked her and that she couldn't stand it. Her words ultimately began to penetrate, and, as he finally heard that she had been spanked before, he realized that the skin on her behind was mottled and splotched and that she was in agony as he slapped it. Slowly, rationality returned and he began to listen to her pleas and apologies, regretting his impulsive rage as his normal, non-jealous nature returned. In fact, as his anger dissipated, it was quickly replaced by an equally fundamental urge -- sexual desire. For the second time in the last half-hour, Linda was dumped off of a man's knees onto the mat, and, once again, she lay there, open and defenseless. This time, however, her cunt was not only open and available, it had been used -- the lips were spread open, the flesh was deep red, and what could only be cum clogged the center and was gradually leaking out. It was a most erotic sight for Jim to see his own wife's cunt in that condition. As when she exposed herself to the three men months age at the New Year's Eve party, he was aroused and repelled at the same time. The arousal won out, as it had before, and he quickly lowered his pants and shorts and plunged his hard cock into her very well lubricated cunt. He discovered what thousands, probably millions, of married men have found over the years -- screwing your wife after another man has had her can be extraordinarily stimulating. Many of these husbands are not aware of what gives her cunt that extra, different lubrication, but it is almost as if their cocks have been dipped in silicone. This was Jeff's reaction. There was an additional silkiness as he went in and out, and he, of course, knew what gave it that quality, and that knowledge added to the excitement of fucking a cunt that he knew very well, but now was different. The intercourse didn't last very long -- he was too aroused for that -- but the buildup and climax was the most satisfying in many years. The same was true for Linda. She had the relief of knowing that he no longer was angry and she had the additional stimulus of realizing as she approached orgasm, that she was being screwed for the second time within a little more than one-half hour and by two different men. It was a very different feeling as Jeff ejaculated his cum into her, joining that already deposited there by Jim, a thought that sent her over to edge to join Jeff's climax. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, but it was different and exciting! After lying there for a short time, they repaired to the bedroom where Linda described, in detail, everything that had happened, not sugar-coating her own actions that had lead up to her being spanked and screwed. "I know that you warned me, but I never even thought of Jim being interested enough to try to actually do anything but look -- but I guess that was foolish. I couldn't believe it when he started to feel me.....he called me a cock teaser and I guess, in a way, he was right. He said that if I wasn't going to put out, he was going to spank me -- which he certainly did! Then he fucked me! And I liked it! Damn, that's hard to believe, but I did! Then you came out and scared me to death. Gods, you looked mad -- and then you spanked me! I'll be sore for a week! That was real peculiar, you screwing me right after he did -- it really was exciting, though. Did.....did you really like having me when I was already....full, I guess....after Jim came in me?" Jeff hadn't actually thought about anything but that he had been totally aroused by the entire situation (once his immediate rage had been worked off), but, as he did think of it, he had to admit that he actually had liked being in her after she already had been screwed. That led to considerable mutual soul-searching which finally resulted in an agreement that both enjoyed her amorous activities, first her exhibitionism and, now, her adultery (although they didn't describe it quite that way). Consequently, the following "pool day," Jeff was conveniently absent, leading to very little pool work and a lot of sex (all of which was described in detail later when, once again, Linda had the pleasure of two cocks rather than one). On several later occasions, Jeff was able to observe the activities from his office window when he presumably was absent. All-in-all, it worked out very well: the adulterous lovers enjoyed their illicit affair while the cuckolded husband got equal pleasure from observation at the time or description later, followed by augmented sex afterwards. All three were disappointed when summer ended and college summoned -- but, there were vacations! "All's well that ends well," but, of course, it hadn't really ended -- and there were other prospects out there!