3 comments/ 24540 views/ 3 favorites The Road Ahead By: The Road Ahead By the time they were slowing down, with this incredibly sensual woman slowly riding up and down that softening shaft to drain to dry, I had worked my way around to the other side of the vehicle and stood in the open doorway. I couldn't resist stroking her sweaty body as I looked at her, and she gazed at me with a completely satisfied look in her eyes, and I was sure she was more than willing to help me get my rocks of if I wanted, but for her part, she was tired, and just enjoying the afterglow of lust. In a way, I had been invited to be the audience, and I filled the role as a trusted lookout or back-up to lust. I felt like I was a protector of sorts, I was guarding her clothes, I was watching out to warn against other interruption, and for a moment I imagined myself standing there as her husband. This woman was not my wife, she was a stranger, but the indelible impression of her lust so close at hand had left its mark on me as though there was a deep history between us. Although I was proud that I had stood firm and divorced Sandy, I still had this troubling new regret that I had missed out on a more intimate view of the exciting and erotic things she had done after we were apart. I found it difficult to condemn those husbands who stayed with a cheating wife, and found a way to actually take some weird distorted pleasure in her promiscuity. I found it difficult to judge the lusty wife who discovered the intoxicating flavor of forbidden fruit and then found it intense and irresistible. I don't argue with the facts, the things that happen, really do usually happen and I am hopelessly drawn to the enjoyable task of trying to understand the why's and the wherefores behind them. It wasn't long after I started to read the lusty stories on the internet that I started to talk more with Sandy. She had moved to a suburb of Portland, Oregon and was living a much more sedate life as a professional. She was a department manager for a company that provided financial and collection services, and was well on her way to a respectable career; she was climbing the ladder of convention very nicely. It was great talking to her again, and I was enjoying the process of discovering the reasons behind her betrayal of our marriage vows. Emotion was not a problem anymore, I no longer felt jealous or threatened, and was truly curious and excited to hear all of the dirty little details I had only imagined for so many years. When Sandy confessed the specifics on something she and Darren had done, I was anxious for every single detail, and I would invariably become more and more aroused in her telling. When she had thoroughly covered all of the details for her adulterous activities, I pressed for more information on her life as a stripper and sex slut after the divorce. She openly acknowledged how wanton and depraved she was at times and told me about numerous private parties where she was fucked silly. In at least one party, the sexual excess had gone on endlessly for several days. She was hardly ever dressed during the event even when she was taken somewhere and brought back in a van. Apparently someone loved the idea of having a slut fucked silly in the van with large un-tinted windows while it drove along the expressway. The only precaution they had taken was to obscure the license plates so it would be hard for authorities to track them down if someone complained. I was becoming more and more fascinated every day with sexual fantasy and preoccupation that I had suppressed in my youth. As an adult in my "late prime," I thought what the hell, I'm entitled; I've played the game straight all my life, and probably missed a lot of fun in the process. I knew I was cutting myself a huge amount of slack and felt confident I could maintain the balance and limited amount of control I still needed. I was fascinated with everything I saw and read that related to my hot spots, and wanted to reach out and make contact with real live people that might share my interests. My phone bill was adding up as I talked frequently with Sandy, and hinted that I would love it if she could introduce me to an old stripper friend or two. I had already learned that there was a real difference between hardened sex professionals and enthusiastic amateurs who were drawn to sex by lust, not by money. I thought the best strippers were probably the ones who really loved showing off, and that's the kind I hoped to meet. Having sex with a slut, or former slut was not important, not even an alternate objective, I just wanted to get to know and appreciate them; let them know there was a least one man that placed a high value on them as a person because of what they had enjoyed and done in their life, not in spite of it. You won't be surprised to learn that there weren't many women with a shady past who were willing to even talk to a guy who professed a sincere interest in admiring them without some kinky motive. Most who were out of the business and leading quiet lives, found it almost necessary to hide their past, they were highly suspicious about my questions and interest and at least a little concerned about being manipulated, coerced, blackmailed or being forced back into something they had put behind them. The last thing I really wanted was to pressure someone into something they didn't really want to do, even subconsciously. Somewhat disappointed, I resigned myself back to the computer. I searched for hours to find sites that catered to genuine amateurs rather than what I viewed as hardened pros. There were a few sites or news groups that encouraged amateurs to send in contributions and those contributions were typically in pictures or home movies. In most cases the picture contributions were of women, but the photos were submitted by their male partner, usually husbands or live in boyfriends. These husbands and wives often wanted other men and couples to see the wife naked or having sex, and usually not with the husband. I remember one woman and site particularly that still makes me hot. It featured a cute pixie of a woman named Elaine at FreakMomma.com who was married with three children by her husband. She said when she was pregnant with their third, her husband was surfing the net and came across some amateur sex sites that they both looked into. When the started looking at pictures of married white women having sex with black men while the husband watched and took pictures, the idea turned both of them on so much, it was only a matter of time before she and he were searching out eligible black men for adulterous sex. Only months before, I would have shut the computer down immediately with self righteous rage, in spite of my life long commitment to being non-judgmental. Instead I found myself incredibly turned on to know people who seemed so main-stream, and almost average (except that she's as cute as hell) could get caught up in such outrageous behavior. Looking at Elaine's pictures and movies leaves no doubt that she thoroughly loves big black cock, no acting required. Stories in these amateur news groups were in much shorter supply. The wife is almost always promiscuous, either in adulterous relationships or else in swinging. The idea of married couples swinging sexually has been around forever it seems, but I never understood how they could handle jealousy and insecurity in an "open" marriage before. It still wasn't easy to imagine me being able to reconcile to it, but the more I saw what couples were doing in pictures, or through their stories, the more I could relate without condemnation, particularly after my relatively short and rocky marriage to Sandy. The years had acted like a soothing balm, and I found it difficult to remember the jealousy, hurt and sense of betrayal that had come easily in the first months and years after the divorce, the memories had finally become blended seamlessly with the pornographic images and lives of people on the web, and I found it all very exciting. I had never regretted living the noble and principled life that I had, and I could never regret the wonderful children Sandy and Maria had blessed me with, but at this later point in life, I couldn't help but wonder what selfish, hedonistic pleasures had slipped past me, and as I considered the years that still lie ahead, I wasn't anxious to accept the sacrifices associated with starting another relationship based on "goodness" that might now actually seem boring. More than just wanting to get to know a woman who had a past, I wanted more and more each day to find one who still had real sexual needs who still loved to fuck and might still want to be a little wild, and I didn't really care that it had to be with only me. I wanted to be an important part of her sexual fulfillment, but I didn't care if I was the only one filling her up anymore. Marriage was somewhat irrelevant at that point in my life; and it didn't matter to me if I got married again or was just someone's "significant other". It's seems funny now that even though I had numerous conversations with Sandy on the phone and we had shared E-mail on the subject, that I hadn't really considered starting up a life with her again before I went to Portland to look into a business investment across the river in Vancouver. I visited Sandy in her beautiful West Hills home, and it surprised me how relaxed and at home I felt as we talked. Sandy was almost shocked to find me so at ease when Darren's name came up. He was the contractor who had seduced her into the reckless promiscuity that destroyed our marriage. Sandy had always felt deep pain and guilt at what she had done to me. When I gave her the "awe shucks" routine and told her it was no big deal she couldn't believe it. "Sandy," I said. "My life with you for the most part was good, and it was absolutely necessary and right to be together, it prepared me perfectly for Maria and blessed us with two incredible children. You can't imagine how many times I drew from the good experiences as well as the bad to find the answer to a pressing question with one of the kids. You have always played an important role in all our lives." Thick heavy tears welled up in Sandy's eyes and spilled freely down her beautiful cheeks. Her shoulders shook softly as she tried to quiet her sobbing and I pulled her into my arms, and held her against me for a while as she clutched me tightly around my waist. When calmness and reason reclaimed the high ground again, we separated and both sat facing each other. We talked all afternoon and into the evening and at last she was able to tell me all of the things she had hidden from me so long before. When she told me of her experience at the beauty salon, where she was undressed and fucked in front of everyone, I was shocked and at the same time strangely excited. I was embarrassed at thinking how exciting it would have been for me to see such an outrageous thing in public, in a place of business that day; if it were someone else's wife I thought to myself, I would have masturbated to the memory over and over. She told me that she had learned she was a true exhibitionist and that being on exhibition in the shop was like the most powerful drug or narcotic ever made. That's what had kept her dancing and stripping for seven years, always trying to rediscover that high. It was not the money like those around her thought; she was a great stripper because she loved to take all of her clothes off in front of people. "What did make you stop?" I asked. "That's something you can't do for ever." She said. "It's a young person's business, besides there are a lot of outrageous things that go on as well as I'm sure you've heard. I don't know Ted maybe I was so impressed with the way you moved on in your life; you found Maria, and real success and happiness in your family, maybe I just wanted or needed more of that and less of the plain simple steady diet of sex." "Sandy," I said "I don't think you ever had" plain simple sex" in your whole life." I know I was never able to unlock your passion; I guess I never really tried, but I saw it." I said. I told her how I had witnessed her masturbating on the couch at night with the lights on and the curtains pulled back as she fantasized about sex with someone else, or someone secretly watching, and I reminded her that I had also watched her in the truck with Darren in our driveway. "I would love to have had that kind of passion as a part of our own intimacy." I told her. It was then that she explained what she had never been able to when we were married, how she had had been unable to integrate sex and romance; how she had only viewed exciting sex as nasty and naughty and outside the context of true love and romance. She said she had only come to realize how powerful expressing passion in fidelity might be, and how important true love was in sexual fulfillment, after she had screwed up our marriage. She said that without love, sex had become hollow and painful, and that she had never dared fall in love again because she couldn't trust herself to expose someone else to the pain she knew she had caused me. Then she said very quietly "I don't think I could ever love another man the same way I…I love you Ted." When she spoke those quiet words, time stood still and became filled with a tense silence that Sandy finally broke when she asked. "Ted, do you remember asking me some time ago, maybe you were just joking, that you wanted me to introduce you to one of my old stripper friends that you could date, "because you wanted to go out and have a little fun in Portland"? "Yea," I said, a little embarrassed at the recollection. Well I do have a friend in the area, over in West Hills, she is a total exhibitionist; even more than me. Do you want to meet her…and her husband?" I was a little speechless at the possibility of it, but enough interested that the idea was making my prick swell. "Are you sure? Won't it be a little sudden?" I asked. "I'll see," she said as she picked up her phone. Hi Cynthia she said into the receiver is Cyn available this evening? ...Sure it's OK if Craig is there, all the better in fact." I could hear only one side of the conversation as I listened to Sandy talk; she seemed more excited and animated than I ever remembered seeing her being. When she hung up she said we're going to their house, then obviously anxious, she scrambled for her purse threw on a wrap against the cool humid night air and drug me out of the house. She raced to the passenger door of my rental car and waited impatiently for me to unlock it. I helped her in and smiled at the expanse of leg she showed sliding into the seat. I quickly got in, started the car and raced into the traffic of the arterial highways and freeways. Sandy hadn't said a lot about her friends before, and she spent more time making sure I was going in the right direction than talking about them as we negotiated the roads for the thirty or so minute drive to Forest Grove. I was alive with questions and curiosity as we rode on together, but had no idea of how to lay them out in words. When I asked her why she thought Cyn was an exhibitionist she told me how Cyn had also danced in an exotic dance club, how she had stripped naked and had let a muscled black bouncer fuck her silly in front of everyone. She also told me of the outrageous things she had done in the office in front of everyone, stripping on the mirrored surface of the conference table as everyone sat around it and how one day she had agreed to take off her panties whenever her short spandex skirt crept up to her waist, and had to fuck someone, anyone in the office before she could put her panties back on. The images painted in my mind as she rehearsed these things made my cock harder and more uncomfortable than I could remember it being for many years. I pictured a somewhat sluttish looking woman with bleached multi colored hair, mostly blond, in a wild helter-skelter style. I could see in my mind numerous body piercings and maybe even a few choice tattoos located for provocative effect. It was more difficult to picture her husband; in fact I was mildly surprised there was a husband at all after Sandy's revelations. As sandy directed me from the busier traffic into and through a quiet up-scale residential area dotted with attractive homes on almost half acre lots that were well kept and clean. The area was impressive though not overly affluent, and it had a quiet hushed sense about it that made it seem almost reverent towards life. As the road took a bend, we pulled into a driveway almost as if the drive were a small continuation of the road itself. A porch light was on, and it cast an inviting glow over the rich green dewy lawn. Before we got to the door, it opened in warm invitation and I could see the figures of a handsome couple standing close together. Because the light was behind them, it was hard to see their faces, but even in silhouette I could tell they were striking and modestly dressed; they much more conservative in appearance than I had expected. The sheer curtains that covered the front windows allowed me to see and interior that was elegant and immaculate as we passed in front. The couple spoke warmly and with excitement as we approached, welcoming us to their home as though we were loved relatives who had been away much too long. Sandy embraced the woman and then the man and I extended a hand in a more formal greeting. Cyn ignored my extended hand and drew me into a warm and tender embrace saying, "You must be Ted. Sandy has told us all about you." She hugged me warmly as if to say she was particularly happy that I was there with Sandy. "Come in, come in. We want to hear all about both of you and what's going on." She said it in a way that made me a little nervous. I felt almost like the boyfriend or fiancé who had been talked about in detail to build up the anticipation of a first meeting with anxious relatives. We were ushered into the living room and directed to a love seat set opposite the couch. The seat assured that Sandy and I sit close together, and it felt comfortable to have her close since Craig and Cyn were still somewhat strangers to me in spite of the warm and familiar they treated us. As we relaxed into the warm comfortable cushions we were both hit with a barrage of excited questions that reflected sincere interest. Almost immediately I felt as comfortable and at home as I have felt anywhere. I marveled at the two people who were far different than what I had pictured. Craig was lean and obviously fit; he was comfortable and in fashion with new kaki slacks and loose cotton golf shirt that looked fresh from its new wrapping. Cyn was wearing the female equivalent with a kaki skirt that came just below the knees which closed at the front with buttons half fastened and half open. She had on a dark cotton top that fit her more snugly and showed off her toned body and the fullness of her breasts. Her strappy sandals were white with tan hemp accents that increased in width toward her heel to give her a three inch lift while standing. In a comfortable way, Cyn pulled her feet up beneath her a little in a manner that suggested she was prepared for a long visit; she turned somewhat toward Craig and continued her conversation in a way that showed her excitement to have us there. There were more questions about my life, and what I was doing. They expressed sincere condolence at the passing of Maria even though it had already become obvious that she would have died before they even met Sandy. I was taken at how normal, elegant and natural everything was, and was amazed that the few things Sandy told me about Cyn could have ever happened; I was even more amazed that this man, her husband, who seemed so secure and competent, so in control and confident could have adjusted to his wife's blatant promiscuity. It's easy to imagine the worst in some people when they look and present themselves in a sleazy way, but it was virtually impossible to imagine the raw and exuberant sex Sandy had described coming from the people seated in front of me. Hell, Cyn sitting there right then could have been captured in a photo that would have been at place on the cover of Time, Newsweek or People magazine. She looked so "mainstream" and conservatively elegant. You would have thought she was a senator's wife. The Road Ahead As the conversation and mood became even more relaxed and familiar, I finally managed the courage to ask. "I'm sorry you guys, and I apologize if I offend you, but how in the hell, could either of you done any of the things Sandy told me?" My question had taken all of us by surprise, even me and we all blushed. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and was afraid that when I opened them the whole room would be cast in a red glow from my reflection. When I did open them, they were all smiling at me; I think they were amused at my humiliation and embarrassment. "Well, you sure know how to turn the conversation around to what you're interested in, don't you Ted?" Cyn said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "You don't beat around the bush, do you buddy?" Craig joined in smiling broadly at my growing discomfort. Sandy just slipped her hand in mine and gave me a loving squeeze of support as she shifted a little closer. Silence reigned supreme for an uncomfortably long moment as we all started to wrestle under its pressure before anyone realized that the pause was due to the fact that no one had really answered or addressed my question. There was a noticeable level of tension or anxiety that was quickly turning sexual between us, and finally after twisting a little in her seat Cyn said. "I guess the reason it all happened is because I'm an incurable exhibitionist Ted." I released Sandy's hand for a moment and brought both of my sweaty hands together and took hold of my knees tightly as I leaned forward to control my breathing, saying through body language alone "so it's true". My cock was already uncomfortably stiff inside my pants and I was afraid if I sat back up straight it would show. Then Craig said, "Cyn, I think it's time we all got a little more "uncomfortable," wanna help us out?" Cyn stood up and slowly came to stand right in front of me. "Ted," she said in a low sultry voice. "Will you take off my panties?" I choked as I sat up and looked into her eyes. Her face was warm, she wasn't grinning, just very subtly smiling in a way that let me know it was all right and that she wanted me to do this for her. I gulped as I stretched my shaking hands forward and barely under the hem of her skirt. I held my warm hands against the backs of her knees for a moment as I looked at Craig. He was studying me closely, enjoying what was happening and clearly in no distress. Without saying anything or smiling his approval for permission I realized they were together in this and I slid my hands up the velvet smoothness of the backs of her legs. The skin felt so soft and I could sense her flesh shiver at my touch as I moved up and over the wonderful firm fullness of her thighs as the swelled and then tapered at the tops of her legs. I paused for a moment and then moved to her hips and a silky firm ass covered only by the soft sheerness of brief panties. My hands explored the curve where her tiny waist flared into sumptuous hips and I delicately took hold of her bikini panties. I didn't pull them down urgently; I slipped my hands inside so my palms could feel the soft fullness of her flesh as it swelled into her round ass and let my finger tips tease the cleft between her cheeks as the edge of my hands pull them down reverently. When the panties loosened at the tops of her thighs I skimmed them down faster just to keep up with their natural descent. Eventually they fell away from my hands and fluttered to her feet. I indicated for her to raise each foot, one at a time until I completely removed them. After taking my hands in hers, and kissing them softly to say thank you she stepped a little away from me. She swayed softly to the low strains of beautiful music. I hadn't really heard it before, but it had been playing lightly in the background throughout the house since we entered. She slowly unbuttoned each button that had been fastened in her skirt and then undid the delicate belt and snap that held it closed at the waist. Her skirt fell away leaving gorgeous white legs, toned and shaped like those of a ballet dancer. She was completely naked below the waist with a perfectly proportioned body. I could see how any man would have felt like he was in heaven between those legs. Her pubic hair was coal black like the hair on her head, and soft looking like an Oriental's more than the wiry wild looking bush on many women. She kept the full lips of her vagina a mystery as she moved gracefully and started to move her shirt upward as she caressed her own body. Slowly the smooth skin of her lean tummy appeared until she was caressing her breasts with hands hidden from my view. After bringing herself to a higher state of arousal she moved her shirt on up, over her full breasts and then off over her head as well. I had not been able to tell if she wore a bra before but now I could see a beautiful black bra that was so sheer it revealed not only the arousal of her nipples that stood in relief against the fabric, but the dollar sized aureoles around them as well. Then almost suddenly she sat back down, in almost the same position as before with feet tucked under her as she turned her head to look directly into my eyes. "There," she said. I hope you're a little more "uncomfortable" now, I feel great." Craig looked at me as well and said, "See what she means, she's an incurable exhibitionist." It was as though this was the formal and complete answer to my original question and that now the conversation could resume normally, although now our hostess was sitting there almost completely nude, except for the sheerest of sexy black bras, that drew even more attention to her nakedness. The amazing conversation went on from there as questions were asked and adventures related as they told Sandy and I about the outrageous sexy things they had done together and some things they had done with others alone. From time to time, Cyn would get caught up in the exciting narration of an escapade and pull her feet out form under her as she slid forward on her seat and spread her legs widely to exhibit herself obscenely open as she masturbated her self for all of us to see. God I was turned on, so was Craig. When he was telling us about putting on sex shows for people who wanted to watch them have sex he was stroking his stiff penis through his pants. "You actually have sex in front of people, like for their entertainment?" I asked incredulously. "It's more exciting than you can imagine." He said. Mostly we do it for the pleasure, but occasionally we get paid, really really well." I must have looked skeptical, or maybe he was just too turned on, but he finally said. "Look Ted, there's a lot of exhibitionist as well as voyeur in me as well. I can't tell you how turned on I am just telling you about this. I guess its verbal exhibitionism. We would really love to demonstrate if you wouldn't be offended." He said and I thought to myself, here I am in their living room, his wife is sitting there next to him, openly masturbating in front of me and my cock has been rock hard for so long I think it's never going to soften. "Offended, hell you've got to be kidding." I said. Craig stood up and Cyn jumped to help. While he pulled off his shirt, she knelt in front of him, undid his trousers and stripped them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang out and Cyn gobbled it up like she was starved. His hips rotated as he sawed his penis deep into her throat while her hands gripped his hips and urgently pulled his hard shaft deep into her throat. It didn't take long before I saw his buttocks clench and then I could see the muscles of her throat respond as she swallowed his large load of semen. I wondered if the show was already over, but he pulled his still rigid prick from her mouth as she lay back against the soft cushion and scooted her ass to the edge where her legs were spread wide in anxious invitation. Craig dropped to his knees and shuttled forward so he could run the large knob at the end of his hard cock up and down the slippery hairless lips of Cyn's open pussy. Craig nudged the angry looking head of his big cock into the open wetness and with impatience Cyn brought her sandaled heels to his ass and pulled him all the way inside. They were alive in arousal as Craig pounded into Cyn ferociously. Since he had already cum, he lasted much longer and drove Cyn to screaming multiple orgasms before he spoke to her and they quickly disengaged. Now Cyn knelt on the floor in front of the couch, leaning against it as Craig mounted her from behind. Once again he entered her and fucked her hard for several minutes more before he stiffened and they both screamed out in delicious agony as mighty orgasms possessed them both completely. Cyn had pulled her bra up during the ferocious pounding to play roughly with her own nipples and when they finally recovered and sat back down, her swollen tits were still exposed and her nipples still stood out red at least a half inch long. What an incredible sight, what an incredible night it had been. I thought as I watched Craig dress and Cyn sit there in a dream as her fingers played in the cum that oozed from her open inflamed hole. She had a totally fresh fucked look about her, and I knew she would soon be snuggled next to the man she obviously loved as they dreamed and enjoyed life together. It was time for us to go. I thanked them both profusely for such an incredible experience. And as we prepared to leave, the only thing Cyn did to become more modest was to pull her bra back into place. I was shocked as we walked out the door, that both Cyn and Craig escorted us all the way out to the car. I shook Craig's hand while Cyn hugged Sandy, then while Sandy hugged Craig, Cyn hugged me tight. "Get a good feel to remember me." She said as she hugged me close, and I caressed her body memorizing the feel for later on. She opened her legs to allow me to feel her open lips and the cummy wetness between her legs and wiggled a little to get me to slide several digits into her hot wet cunt. As we disengaged she kissed me passionately sliding her tongue briefly into my mouth for just a taste before she pulled away. Nothing more needed or could be said as we slid into the car and drove quietly away. I could see them through my rearview mirror, still standing there in their front yard, until they finally disappeared into distance. We were quiet in the car for a long time before I finally said "Thank you Sandy thanks for taking me there." More than having the outrageous experience of watching two devout exhibitionists revel themselves so completely to me, the experience had been to say the least illuminating. I had learned as much about Sandy and even myself as I had about Cyn and Craig. I was glad their kids were all safely away that night so we could go to their house and see them there. I had never regretted my marriage to Sandy in spite of the divorce, never ceased to value her part in my life. But in spite of never having stopped loving her, I had changed and adjusted and had never been able to imagine being with her again. She was like a loved friend. You don't normally kiss, hug or fuck your friends; they have their life you have yours. This was the way I had come to feel about Sandy, but somehow without meaning to or saying so, things had changed that night without either of us expecting them to. I had the most compelling urge to stop the car and pull her to me. I wanted to make out with her like teenagers and was absolutely attracted to her and more aroused to be with her than I had ever been, nevertheless I resisted acting on my impulse and kept my eyes glued to the road ahead. The air was thick with sex between us and the tension mounted until Sandy turned to me and said. "Ted, I don't dare to be presumptuous and don't ever want to hurt or offend you but…would it upset you if I made us a little more "uncomfortable"? " I couldn't believe my ears and my heart leapt almost as much as my cock as I turned to her and grinned. When we stopped at the next red light, Sandy had already pulled her dress up part way her smooth white thighs and she turned her legs toward me and said, "Would you take off my panties Ted?" I could have killed us both because I hadn't taken the precaution to put the car in park or set the emergency brake; I simply left my right foot on the break peddle as I turned slightly towards her and reached out with trembling urgent hands to find the waist band of her panties so I could pull them off. Sandy raised herself slightly in the seat to make it easier, but every muscle in my body was stiff, and my foot could have easily slipped off the break peddle, and maybe onto the accelerator. I was in a trance as I stared into the wet open sex of my ex-wife. I hadn't seen Sandy like this since before the divorce so long ago, correction, I don't think I had ever seen Sandy this way before, even in my imagination. The dewy moisture that lined the lips of her cunt glistened in the light reflecting through the windshield, red then green and I sat there mesmerized by the sexy sight until the sound of an urgent horn brought me back to reality. I jerked my vision ahead and slammed my stiff foot onto the accelerator as my tires spun anxiously and we raced into the intersection. Gripping both hands tightly to the wheel, I raced into the asphalt ahead of me while I collected my senses and gained control over our motion. The sight of Sandy's open excited pussy was all I could see however and as soon as possible I looked back to make sure it had not been a figment of my aroused imagination. Sandy had pulled the light summery dress over her head and except for her bra, was sitting naked on the seat leaning against the passenger door smiling at me with eyes shining in her own lust. Her breathing was coming in sharp urgent heaves that made her chest rise so her erect nipples pushed prominently into the lacy fabric of her up-lift bra. I couldn't resist the temptation to reach out with my right hand, and smooth it along her quivering thigh as I caressed my way to the swampy wetness that pulled at me like a magnet. I shifted my gaze back and forth quickly to maintain control over the car and loose it all with my own body and mind at the same time. While I looked at the roadway, my fingers played with Sandy's swollen lips and memorized the detail of her features by Braille. We were both racing faster than the car toward arousal and I inserted two fingers deeply between her swollen lips to fuck her to climax. Sandy started to buck against my hand and pulled me urgently into her with both of hers as she strangled out a long and shuddering groan signaling her deep orgasm. Even as her bucking slowed, the urgency and need remained constant and she didn't want to let go of my fucking wrist. I wrestled the car off the side of the road in to the partial cover of some lush green bushes, and pulled my arm from her clasping grip. I threw open my door and raced around to her side of the car, opened her door and pulled her out into the open night air with me. Urgently I turned her around and leaned her against to door opening. I had already unfastened my pants and freed my throbbing cock which was harder than I remembered it ever having been. She raised one foot to the seat and leaned her upper body slightly forward to present her hungry pussy to me, and I used the head of my iron monster to wedge the inviting opening even wider. I thrust forward and she thrust back as we coupled together in the most powerful lust of our long history. It didn't take long for me to cum, and she didn't need a long fucking for satisfaction; Sandy's earlier orgasm and never really cooled and this was just like an intense aftershock as she raised to full crescendo again to match my own cumming. It wasn't love that had brought us to this urgency, it was pure raw lust, but it was the first time we had ever shared this kind of lust and passion with each other in spite of several years of marriage and the conception of two children. Funny thing, though, as our lust and passion cooled, we basked in the knowledge that we were secure in each others arms in-spite of the fact that she had been on full naked display to anyone passing by. The interior light from the car illuminated her brightly through the windows to passing motorists and we both smiled to think may have shocked or thrilled some unsuspecting passerby. We stayed together briefly until we separated naturally in afterglow, then Sandy turned to me and we held each other tightly as we kissed and enjoyed the warmth of our passion. Maybe lust had led us to where we were, but love went away with us. We both knew without either of us saying a thing that there would be many more sexual adventures that we would share. As we drove back to Sandy's house she was warm and comfortable sitting there naked and alive. She played with her body all the way home and slipped off her lacy bra so she could show me all of what she had to offer and the effect her fingers were having on her flesh. When we arrived back at her home and parked in her driveway, Sandy didn't bother to dress. She got out of the car wearing only her low heels and led me inside. Once inside the house she wasted no time in helping me undress there in the living room. She had turned on a few lights, but said she refused to close any curtains. She wanted everyone who could see, to know that she was there with me and that we were going to make love, over and over and over again. I had planned my trip for the end of the week so I would have a whole weekend there for whatever happened and Sandy had taken most of the Friday off to be with me as well. During the entire weekend, we hardly ever dressed. When we did go out, either to buy a few groceries or go out to eat, Sandy stayed a naked as she could. The exhibitionist in her was given free reign; she wanted me to see all I could hope for whenever I wanted, and she wanted me to feel free to show her off as much as I wanted as well. Sandy and I had talked enough during the past few years that we both knew now that all of the fantasies we still had were going to be played together and that we would both be secure in the confidence we had in ourselves and each other. I was still really the greenie as far as sexual expression was concerned; we openly acknowledged that many of the fantasies and games we play would explore whether or not I was still shock able I was. I don't know if either of us thought we would ever get married again, we certainly might, but either way we would be together, we would live together, sleep together and play together, and yes, corny as it might seem, we would be in love. ----------------------------------------------------- Ted and Sandy go forward with their life in the North West, and incorporate activities with the other characters that have been introduced in their story and with Cyn and Craig. If you're bored with their lives and philosophies and the wild things they have done and might do, I'll bid you farewell and wish you a good life. If you're interested in peeking in on their lives some more, let me know. Maybe if you have a favorite fantasy, they'll be happy to act it out, please share it with me. If any of you have photos that help illustrate the fantasy, I'll try an illustrated version, or if you prefer, I'll just keep the photos and ideas for your own private inspiration to me. Thanks for staying with me on this work; the stories all relate, except the ones about Lynette. Like I said it's been extremely taxing, and if no one other than me read it, it would have been OK anyway. The fact that thousands of others have read the stories as well humbles me, and I truly appreciate the time you aloud to feel good or bad for the characters involved. All of the comments are accepted, those that are negative as well as those that are insightful, I just enjoy the positive or constructive ones more. I feel deeply for the bitter ones that reflect pain and hope the best for you. It's like a favorite commentator on the radio said last night; "When you allow yourself to hate someone else, or to harbor anger, that person you hate has control over you." So be careful who you give that power to.