9 comments/ 213603 views/ 12 favorites Cyn Again By: CraCyn55 Cyn Again: Finding a new flame fan "Now don't get upset Cynthia." Elaine said. "It's just obvious you are a conservative, religious and moral person that might be offended by some of the, shall we say, naughtier things we get up to at times." It was the end of the second week in which a small group of us agreed to lighten the commute burden by sharing the ride to and from work in a car pool. On the home bound trip after work, my three car pool buddies started to whisper among themselves apparently sharing a private joke or story. It was my turn to drive so my attention was required somewhere else anyway, but the idea they seemed to deliberately exclude me made me feel uncomfortable and on the outside. After asking several times to be let in, they finally took notice and told me it was no big deal, they were just remembering an incident in the office involving Collette and that with my conservative nature, I would probably be offended. "I don't want you to think I'm some saintly Quaker or something." I said feeling a little hurt. "When I was in high school I got involved in some pretty wild things that might even surprise you." It made me feel better to let them know I had things I could keep from them that they would probably love to know as well. "I put all that behind me when I got married, so even if I seem conservative today, I don't think I have grounds to condemn anyone else for what they do. "What wild things did you get into in high school? Scott asked with voyeuristic interest. What have I gotten myself into now I wondered, not really wanting to let them know how obsessed and reckless I was back then? I felt my face flush while pressure, embarrassment and memory all came together at once. For those of you who haven't met me yet, I'm Cynthia Jamison, 37 years old and a married mother of three. I've never strayed in eighteen years of marriage, but a suppressed addiction for exhibition and a weakness toward submission have always left me vulnerable to a strong personality interested in exposing my susceptibility to adultery and unfaithfulness. If you want more background, please read Cyn for Short. I've recently gone back to work, and the three associates who I carpool with appear to have the nature and interesting me that could become a formidable threat to my moral resolve to be faithful, my marriage and my family. "Will you look at her?" Elaine said. The evening light was slipping away, particularly in the van but I could imagine how my embarrassment showed none the less. "Cynthia you're glowing, you must have been a very naughty girl back then." "C'mon Cynthia, you've got to tell us what you did if you want us to believe you're not up tight about sex." Nate said grinning. "Yea Cynthia, you can't blush like that and then hold the goodies back," said Scott. "That's just not fair. Everyone stared at me in silence as we all sensed the pressure building on me alone. "All right," I said. "My boyfriend and two others used to undress mw and show me off." I actually felt more excitement in the revelation than relief. "Shit, Cynthia, you mean they made you take off your blouse so they could see your little bra don't you." Scott said as if to challenge my daring but hoping he was underestimating my exposure. "No, they took everything off, or made me do it, and then they made me play with myself or else they made me cum with their fingers." "God damn, I don't believe it," Swore Nate. "There's no way you would let that happen." Elaine seemed more ready to believe me and asked in a quiet voice, "Where did they do it." She was getting turned on, I could sense it, but then she wasn't the only one. "All over the place," I said, "mostly in one of their cars, but sometimes outside. One time they even undressed me at a school dance in a dark quiet corner." "Shit," Elaine said softly, "Unbelievable." "What happened at the office that could offend me anyway?" I asked trying to get us back closer to the present. "I guess not a damned thing that would shock you after all, It wasn't a big deal anyway," Scott said, "Colette had a little accident; she couldn't get to the john fast enough and peed her pants so she had to take 'em off and rinse them out. She didn't want to wear them while they were drying so she took them back to her cubicle. Nate saw her waving them around, grabbed them from her and took off. We teased her by playing keep away and made a big deal out of the sexy sheer thong." "Collette got more embarrassed, when we tried to pull up her skirt so we could get peeks of her pussy. Before she got them back Stan Fisher grabbed a bottle of Tabasco sauce from the kitchen and put some onto the crotch. She didn't know that of course so when Nate held them out to her and said she could have them back if she would let us watch while she put them on and give us all a good look at her cunt." "She agreed and pulled her skirt up all the way to her waist, I think she was happy for the excuse to show off, in fact before she put her panties on, she surprised us all by opening her pussy wide and shoving two fingers in deep to get them good and wet. When she took the panties from Nate, she rubbed her wet fingers across his lips. Then she put her panties back on." "And how did you like her fingers Nate?" I asked with a smile, showing them I wasn't shocked. "There's nothing I love more than pussy juice." He boasted and I knew I shouldn't have asked. Scott jumped in saying, "Once her pussy juice mixed with the Tabasco sauce she started to squirm and when it really started to burn she pulled up her skirt and skinned off the thong while running to the bathroom so she could rinse off the burn and cool down. We were still laughing when she came back and as cool as a cucumber she walked up to Nate and stuffed the panties in his mouth crotch first. She thought he was the one who used the Tabasco and told him he could keep them as a souvenir." "I've got them tacked to my cubicle wall." Nate said. "And I still get a boner when I look at them and remember." "Well that's not so bad." I finally said. "I don't know why you'd think I would be upset or even embarrassed." "Cynthia," Elaine said. "Don't you agree it would be easy for us to think you would be upset given the way you dress now?" "I dress the way I do because it's comfortable not because I'm a prude. I just want to be included and not shut out." "Well we'll all try to be more open, but if you want to fit in maybe you should consider making a few changes so you don't send out the wrong messages." Elaine added. "What do you mean?" I asked. "The clothes you wear make you look like a librarian." Nate said. "Don't listen to him." Elaine said. "He's not satisfied until a woman's wearing a spandex micro-mini that barely covers her ass with a skimpy top that doesn't cover her tits." "What's wrong with that?" Nate argued, "If a woman has great assets, she should show them off. From what I can see, you have great assets Cynthia, but we only get the briefest hint of it because of the way you dress. My guess is that you have killer legs, isn't that right." I choked on a lump in my throat; I always believed my legs were well above average, and I could feel the arousal in me that had built up form the sexy conversation. "Pull you skirt up so we can see. I'll bet I'm dead on." Nate challenged. Elaine was seated in the front passenger captain's chair, and Scott was seated directly behind me. Nate was furthest away behind Elaine. "Now that's a little out of the question while I'm driving." I assured everyone including myself. Nate nodded his head toward Scott briefly and I froze in shock as I felt Scott's hands reach forward along the outsides of my thighs. "That's alright Cynthia." He said, "I can help," as he placed his hands along side of my legs and started to gather the material of my of my dress as he inched the hem upwards. My breathing became erratic and I felt caught in suspended animation as I fought to maintain control of the van while I was incredibly aware of the exposure revealing my legs. The entire van became quiet as Scott's progress was slowed by the resistance from my weight sitting on the skirt, and I couldn't resist the impulse to shift around a little so Scott could continue to pull it up. When my skirt was completely out from under me, he continued to pull the fabric up boldly until the only thing that kept him from taking my dress completely off was the swelling of my breasts. My tummy from the under slope of my breasts to the top of my pantyhose was completely bare and left me feeling almost naked. Silence reigned in the hush of admiration, not just of my legs, but of the liberties I was permitting. Scott continued to test my willingness as he said. "Even from behind you I can see your legs are awesome." He started to admire what he couldn't see by touch as he caressed all over my legs and from my knees to my waist, and my outer and inner thighs almost touching my pussy. He wandered up to my naked tummy and caressed the area there slipping just the tips of his fingers beneath the waist bands of my panties and hose. Then with the fingers of his right hand, he gently slid beneath the waist bands and caressed the bare flesh of my abdomen until his fingers curled in the delicate soft pubic hairs of my bush. I said nothing, I just panted as my head spun in dizziness. It surprised me when his hand retreated, I didn't want him to stop, but he must have thought my lack of resistance was tacit approval for more. He brought his thumbs to the sides of my waist band, inserted them and then pushed down. He had the waist so low the top of my dark bush was clearly visible and the rocking motion from me would be required to proceed. For some reason I drew on defensive reservoir that made me grab my panties and hose firmly, and said with strength that surprised me; "I think that's more than enough to be able to see if my legs look OK". It brought Scott back to reality and he coughed nervously as he acknowledged I was probably right. "I'll have to agree, those are great looking legs "Cyn". Nate said. "I wish I could have admired them by Braille also." We all chuckled nervously and I wiggled to let my dress back down a little to partially cover my exposure. That was the first time I'd been called Cyn in decades. It just seemed to go with sex. "I'll take my hat off to you." Elaine said. "You've got a lot more nerve than I dreamed you could have. Your conservative look doesn't match your nasty body." There's that 'look' question again I thought in frustration. "You like the way I look, so what's wrong? I asked almost ready to give up. "Just stop for a minuet and look down." She said. "So?" I said. "What's the matter?" "I'm sorry; Cyn, but panty hose and conservative panties are as anti sex as calf length skirts." "Well I'm sorry they seem so up-tight but they are comfortable and I'm still trying to teach two struggling teen daughters some sense of modesty, not to mention how sexy lingerie would shock my husband if I wore it outside the bedroom. He would get freaked out and probably make me quit because he thought you were a bad influence on me. For the time being I'm afraid you'll just have to use your imagination and not hold my conservative dressing against me. OK." "No problem Cyn, no one is going to exclude you for any reason am I right guys?" Nate said ominously. Nate and Scott were going to a club together close to where I had drop off Elaine, so I lost all of my passengers at once. We all wished each other well and said goodbye and I was on my way for back to my house. Alone, I looked down again at my exposed legs and brought the palm of my hand firmly to my hot pubic mound. I sucked in a gulp of breath and worked the pressure around the sensitive area. At the first stop light I hooked my thumbs into the waistbands I had never really pulled back up and pushed the panties and hose as far down my legs as I could reach. My hand dove quickly back to the warm wet magnet of my aroused pussy, and I plunged fingers deep into my cunt to gather fuck juice to lubricate the masturbatory assault on my sex. It took only a few more seconds to bring my body to a screaming orgasm but I continued to play with myself and wallowed in the sexual euphoria until I reached home when I turned into my street I jumped with awareness and had to work quickly to get myself put back together and smoothed out so I could go into the house. That night we had a nice simple meal that Craig and the kids had already started before I arrived and when the kids drifted off into Friday night activities Craig and I were reasonably secure and alone. We had a family room on the main floor at the back of the house and loved the outdoors feeling created by a full wall of windows and glass doors. I was so hot and wanted to be naked again badly so I began to tease Craig. His eyes lit up as I stood in front of him and started to move sensually to the rhythmic background beat from the stereo. In a husky voice, I told him to sit down on the sectional in front of the windows and started to dance more seductively. I imagined Jenny my friend , who was an exotic dancer, dancing to a room full of horny strangers and played to an invisible audience as I watched my reflection in the windows. I stripped completely and then slipped my high heels back on because they made me feel sexy and then started to stroke and pinch my body like I was performing a live solo sex show. I pinched and caressed my tits and nipples and opened my pussy so Craig could look deeply inside, His penis was so hard I found the tip sticking from the waist of his pants as I pulled off his shirt. I couldn't remember when I had seen his cock look harder and I loosened his belt, unhooked the clasp and then pulled down his zipper. When I peeled his underwear away his cock stood rigidly upward and waiting We practiced oral sex infrequently since many in our church felt it was a perverse form of pleasure and our leaders told us that oral sex practiced outside the bonds of marriage was adultery just like sexual fornication. Within a marriage it was up to the couple to determine whether they felt guilty or not. If they felt guilty, it was wrong, but if they didn't, no one outside their marriage should condemn it. We generally stayed away unless under the most passionate circumstances. This evening was quickly climbing the charts. A feeling of wickedness came over me, and I sunk to my knees in front of Craig. I maintained eye contact with him as I extended my tongue to lick at the juicy tip, and noticed the salty taste of his pre-cum that drove me on. I licked from his balls to the angry purple crown of his cock on both sides and then moved over the tip of his organ and placed as much of it in my mouth as I thought I could, about 3 or 4 inches and loved the warm feeling. As I pulled my mouth up the firm shaft leaving it wet with saliva I was determined to take in more. I plunged back down and was excited by the suffocating, gagging sensation I felt as I forced it deeply into my throat. I knew I had taken all I could when my nose was buried in his thick pubic growth. Craig was moaning deliriously as I started to make serious oral love to his fat cock. The whole thing was so completely arousing neither of us were prepared for his sudden climax. When he felt the fluid starting to explode he pushed me away thinking I'd be pissed otherwise, but I held on as long as I could and got the first forceful jet into the back of my throat before he pulled out and sprayed the balance on my face. Craig's looked almost frightened as he froze waiting for me to tear into him for coming while he was still in my mouth. His expression turned from one of nervous apprehension to incredulity at how his wife could have done anything as wild and lusty as accept cum in her mouth. His state of shock deepened as I stared hotly at him while I scooped up splatters of his cum from my face and fed them lovingly to my hungry tongue. "Incredible!" Was all he could say as he watched me continue to show off for him? I noticed his semi-hard cock lying on his thigh and said. "I wonder how long it will take for your fat penis to get hard enough to fuck me." His cock jumped a little when I said it and then I lay back on the floor with my open thighs and pussy facing him. "I think I'll just amuse myself a little while I wait." I said with sexy suggestion. My hands roamed my body sensuously as I teased my erogenous zones in exhibitionistic foreplay. By the time I started to concentrate on my waiting pussy, I was fully turned on and determined to masturbate to a full orgasm for Craig's inspiration. I used both hands to open myself wide and stimulate my sensitive clitoris. One hand played with my clit while the other played a four finger melody in my swampy hole. I was so open and hungry for penetration, I'm sure I could have easily been fisted and fucked with Craig's muscular forearm, but I was thrown into a twisting lurching orgasm before I got that far, and Craig's raging fully erect hard-on was already demanding entrance. While I was starting to drift downward from my climax I looked lustily at Craig and told him to fuck me, fuck me now. He scrambled over me and thrust his fully erect cock all the way in with one powerful stroke. My pussy wanted his cock so desperately I wanted him to split me open because of my immense need. Hunched over me and thrust in and out in a frenzied pace for a few minutes as my body quickly built and erupted into another intense orgasm. He hadn't come, probably due to his earlier ejaculation, and I wanted to up the ante of excitement. On the floor in front of the couch we were almost totally concealed from view by any of our neighbors, and if possible, I wanted to be watched. When Craig slowed down to catch his breath I scrambled out from underneath, "Hey, where do you think you're going?" He said. I quickly stepped around the couch and moved to the floor to ceiling window. I leaned against the jamb and stuck my but out toward him invitingly. Come fuck me lover, from behind I breathed out sexily. "You are on a dirty trip tonight aren't you?" Craig hissed. "You don't think I dare fuck you here in view of our neighbors do you. Well I'll show you." I dipped my fingers into my wet honey pot and scooped up some fuck juice to rub into his straining penis that was poking between my legs. He molded his body into mine, dipped down a little to get properly lined up and when he was sure he was on the correct course, thrust his full length up into me while he pulled me by my hips down on to his shaft. He was thrusting so powerfully that on every up thrust my feet briefly left the floor and my breasts bounced wildly. My fingers gripped tightly onto the window frame and I thought I was breaking nails as he pounded me mercilessly. My body was shuddering through an endless procession of powerful orgasms as I cursed and swore and cried out in ecstasy. I sensed his climax nearing and my arousal combined with his as I felt his body arch to pump me full of his sperm, I erupted into one final orgasmic crescendo as well. As our movement stopped, I turned around so we could enjoy the sexy embrace of two naked sweaty lovers and we tumbled sideways onto the couch. As we lay there together in the sweet melancholy of sexual afterglow I turned so our bodies spooned one another and I thought how perfect life seemed and realized that what I had was what every sane woman dreamed of. In that moment, I could not imagine wanting or needing any more. That entire weekend, it didn't seem we could get enough of each other. We fucked more often than at any other point in our relationship and never seemed to get tired of it. It seems incomprehensible that in the midst of this romantic emotional rebirth of love between us, that any thought of potentially sexy and exiting things with my car pool buddies could intrude, but intrude they did. I frequently found myself imagining what would have happened if I had lifted up and let Scott push my panties down while I drove. Cyn Again: Flames Out Of Control For those of you who haven’t met me before, I’m Cynthia, ‘Cyn’ for short. The ‘conservative norm’ I recently broke out of had been well established. 18 Years of fidelity in marriage to the one and only true love of my life, Craig Jamison. We have three teenage kids, one son and two daughters. The kids are the perfect sort of teens that defy modern stereotypes, but I’m sure most of the credit goes to a lifelong devotion to Church where we have always attended meetings together as a family. Our Church has very strict rules concerning moral behavior before and after marriage and up till now I have staunchly supported chastity and fidelity, I still do in fact, but if you’ve been following along I’m sure you all ready consider me to be a world class hypocrite. Even when I became adventurous in high school and promiscuous in college I always pretended, at least, to try to be good. I developed an exhibitionistic addiction that I had suppressed for eighteen years in marriage and that , along with lust, that took its energy from complacency, set me up to become a willing sex toy for three people I car pooled with in my new job. My husband Craig had supported me in my decision to go back to work, in spite of the fact we didn’t desperately need the money. Neither he nor I realized that my interest in working may have in itself been an early symptom of vulnerable restlessness. When I allowed myself to become centered on my own interests, I started to resent having to give up personal wants and pleasures, that initially had no relationship to sex at all, in order to function in a family setting. After only two weeks of concentrated interaction with morally liberal work associates in carpool commuting, I was already spiraling wildly into a sexual swamp. Last Thursday, on our trip home Elaine and I sat in the back seat and competed for the attention of Nate and Scott, up front as she stripped me completely naked and I pulled off her panties and exposed her big breasts. We entertained the others by performing sexually for them during the commute home. I had never made love to a woman before and I don’t know if what we did in the backseat that day constituted a first, but we masturbated ourselves, and Elaine fucked me orally with her mouth and tongue as we brought each other to screaming climaxes. I had been naked at some point in the car nearly every day that week and everyone got involved. Thursday evening was the first time anyone else ended up at least partially undressed besides me. It became obvious to everyone that we had rolled back the boarders of our sexual play a little more from that point on. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would end up fucked silly, and it wouldn’t end until everything came out into the open with Craig. In spite of the fact that I was obviously on a self destructive path, a perverse thrill went through me whenever I realized how anxious I actually was to commit adultery and wondered whose cock was going to be in me first. I knew I had to take a break, and step back and look at what was happening, and how I got to that point. I knew I was going to be confronted with my behavior, maybe very soon, and I wanted be prepared to handle it as well as possible, if such a thing is possible. Friday morning I called Elaine and told her I felt terrible and that I wouldn’t be in, she was disappointed but agreed to make sure Sandy, our boss, knew I was ill. I spent all day Friday and whenever I could get a quiet time to myself on Saturday and Sunday. Now it’s late Tuesday evening, Craig’s already in bed and I’m trying to make myself think. Today I committed adultery and tomorrow will be even worse, so I’m sitting in front of our computer again tonight, trying to bring myself and you up to date. I still can’t make heads or tails out of my thoughts so typing them all out might help, so I can look at them more objectively. What I knew was going to happen was never far from my conscious thoughts throughout the entire weekend. Even at Church, I renewed my vows of chastity and fidelity to myself while my pussy flooded with arousal and my nipples felt like they were going to explode. Craig taught a discussion group about love, while I was dreaming about committing adultery. I remember he used the Greek definition which broke love into three levels. ‘Agape’ which is the highest form, is a totally selfless love. He said it’s God like and only happens when something wonderful is done anonymously, so the beneficiary is compelled to thank everyone around, especially God. The middle form or level of love was ‘Philos’, brotherly love, where you are willing to sacrifice what you want for the greater need of someone else. It’s also when you try to discover what someone else needs so you can provide it without their having to ask. I used to be proud of my ability to practice Philos love, and now realized I had become focused on satisfying only my own cravings at the expense of others. No doubt I had become a selfish bitch. The Lowest level is the one that fit me; ‘Eros’. The need and desire to provide for your own pleasure; at least that’s the way it seemed. The feeling in me was a truly evil and perverse self indulgence. My pussy was constantly hot and I wanted more than anything else in the world to be thoroughly fucked, by anyone but my husband. Here I was, in Church of all places dreaming of being striped naked in front of everyone, and fucked wildly while my husband only observed “HOW IN HELL COULD I BE THINKING SUCH A THING?” I thought to my self as I dropped my head into my hands and bitter tears started to pour from my eyes. My chest heaved and my body trembled in pain as I realized what I was lusting for. I knew I loved Craig more than life itself, and I couldn’t consciously bear the thought of hurting him the way I had imagined. I didn’t know how I was going to hide my distress and tear streaked face as I scrambled for a tissue to mop up the mascara tracks. Craig is always able to bring emotion into a discussion like this with a tender story, and this time was no exception. By the end of his lesson, most of the women and some of the men were in tears, so I didn’t look too far out of place. After the meetings, we gathered up the kids and returned home. I prepared the best meal I could with a rich three layer desert to finish it off to help assuage the guilt. After some family oriented time together in the evening, Craig and I finally headed off into our bedroom. We cuddled, talked and kissed like young lovers trying to get to know everything we could about each other. I couldn’t believe how lucky and fortunate I was to have such a wonderful and caring husband, and was stupefied to imagine risking it all. Because he was tender and caring and seemed to be able to practice all of the levels of love he had taught us about, it might be easy for someone to think he was weak and could be easily manipulated or deceived. That’s not true! Those are the very reasons it would be impossible to hide my betrayal from him for long. It pained me as I recalled how I had dreamed of humiliating him and I felt my eyes moisten again. I didn’t really want to hurt, embarrass or humiliate him, I wanted him to see how wicked and wild I was capable of being and love me in spite of it, maybe that’s because I found it so hard to love myself; certainly I had lost my self respect. In Craig’s lesson, the ultimate measurement of the quality of love was found in how effective a person was in improving the life of another. Much of what occupied my mind at that point would likely result in worsening or destroying the lives of everyone I loved around me. Even so I knew I was going to proceed along that reckless path I didn’t know how to do otherwise and I thought I needed to see how wicked and wild I could be as well. As our emotions grew, Craig’s was pure, mine was not but our actions stimulating both of us became more and more sensual. I pulled Craig’s cock out of his pajamas and stroked it to hardness. He bared my aching titties and sucked on their distended nipples. Wanting to feel nasty, I moved down to take his cock into my mouth and turned around so I could wiggle my bottom toward talented tongue. He took the hint and made oral love to my pussy with his probing tongue and nibbling teeth. We grasped each other feverously in a 69 position and slathered each others genitals orally until we came together. Craig acted like this was all for the night, but I had other ideas. It turned him on to see me play with my self so I continued to lay with my open pussy toward him and started to use the combination of our lusty juices as lubrication, while I played in my swampy hole. I fed two fingers from each hand into my opening and then opened my vagina up for him. When Craig added attention to my aching clit I started to climax but I still hadn’t been fucked by his cock and I was determined to have one more glorious ride on it before I let another one get in me. He was rock hard again and anxious to cum so he jumped on top of me and rode me hard in the missionary position for endless minuets. While I thrilled at the sensation of his slick penis sliding in and out, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how it was going to compare with Nate’s or Scott’s. That thought pushed me over the edge and my orgasm made Craig cum as well. He arched his back and sprayed his full load of hot sperm into the back of my fuck hole and I wanted to keep it there warm and safe inside so I would never forget. We were finally exhausted and fell into sleep where I continued to dream and mentally measure my buddies’ cocks until the alarm woke us up in the morning. We both kicked the cobwebs from our sleepy minds and raced to see who would get to the shower first. It was a tie I thought smiling and we showered together with Craig cumming deeply in me one more time as we fucked like young lovers. I was barely ready and dressed when my ride arrived and I was about to give Craig a quick kiss, but he gathered me up in his arms with a lingering loving gaze and asked. “Do you have any idea how much I love you? Do you realize I love you more today than I ever thought it was possible? I was stunned and speechless as this overt display caught me so by surprise. Then he smiled and patted my ass as he turned me toward the door. Just before I went through, I turned and ran to him almost in tears as I told him tenderly how deeply I loved him as well. Then the impatiently honking horn made me spin again and rush out the door. During the previous week, when the others had started undressing me, part of me wanted to help encourage the fun and games by wearing conservative clothes that were still aimed at making removal easy so I could assist the process of getting me undressed. Now that there was no pretense at my willingness to be stripped, it made it almost more fun to add complication or challenge to the process; on Monday I wore an attractive well tailored wool pant suit that was off-white in color. Under that I wore a conservative dark cotton shirt, my laciest white bra, sheer white nylon bikini panties and nude colored pantyhose. All topped off with my new 3in. brown heels. Elaine was driving this week and apparently Scott had drawn the short straw because he was grinning broadly as I slid into the seat beside him. We all said our hellos as Elaine pulled away from my house. She only drove a few hundred feet down the street, barely out of vision from my house when she pulled over to the curb and stopped. All three of them turned to me as she said they were employing a new rule as far as I was concerned. My heart jumped a little in expectation and then Nate continued. “We’ve decided to step things up a notch, Cyn, just to keep things interesting. From now on you’ll be completely naked by the time we get out of your neighborhood and whoever’s sitting back there with you gets to French kiss you has much as he or she wants until all of your clothes are off. OK?” “You’ve got to be kidding.” I said. “Someone I know could see and start talking, maybe even one of my kids would see; it’s just too dangerous.” “Isn’t that the point?” Scott said as he took me in his arms and started to kiss me passionately. At first I started to resist in fear as he probed my closed mouth with his hot tongue. As he did this he fondled my breast through the cotton shirt and then started rapidly undoing buttons. By the time my blouse was open so he could maul my straining tits, I was sucking his tongue deeply into my mouth. He pushed my bra up to free my breasts and sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth as he pushed my blouse and jacket off my shoulders. I was panting in heat and trembling as I hastily shucked the clothing off my arms. I looked around frightened as I scanned the area for open windows or neighbors outdoors. When Scott’s fingers started to work on my clasp and zipper I almost screamed with the need to get my pants off. He wanted to finger me and fondle my pussy as I pushed everything I could down off my ass, and legs so I could get them completely off. All he had to do was finish pulling my bra off and he was in no hurry to do that. “Pleeeeeeeasze.” I begged. “Please go.” Elaine pulled away from the curb as Scott continued to play with my near nude body. “Please fuck me.” I said “I need to be fucked, please, please, please fuck me.” I begged and tried to push my hand down into the front of his trousers so I could stroke his cock. “Do you hear that guys, I think Cyn has been thinking about us all weekend, and now she wants to be fucked. Is that right Cyn?” Nate asked, apparently he at least had heard my pleading. “Oh God yes,” I screamed out in passion. “I want to be fucked by a big cock!” “You don’t even care whose big cock it is do you Cyn?” Scott asked. “I want you two first and then I don’t care after that.” I panted. “That’s what we have in mind, but were still not ready for that yet.” Until we are, Bob here is going to keep you company and get you ready.” Nate said. My eyes flashed open wondering who else was hiding in the car. I looked frantically around and then focused on Nate, who was holding a large rubbery artificial cock colored to look like a very penis normal but longer and thicker than average. “What are you going to do with that?” I asked huskily. Scott and Nate parted my thighs widely, against token resistance, and then Nate started to move the large dildo toward my trembling pussy lips. My labia were already opening to greet the phallus with lips that were already swollen from Scott’s finger fucking. I gasped when the tip made first contact and Nate started to rub it up and down slowly in the dewy crease of my fat pussy. As we stopped at a traffic light, Elaine flipped open the top off a bottle of oil and handed it to Scott who poured a generous amount into the crease above the rubber cock. The slipperiness increased as did the wicked nasty feeling. When I felt Nate begin to urge the fucker into me, I bit my lower lip hard and let out a strangled Unnnnngggeeerrrrfff, making me sound like a wild cat in heat. As the head passed through the opening, the oils and the fuck juice from my cunt helped me almost me suck the sexy tool in. “Oh my fucking god,” I hissed. “Push it in, shove it in all the way, fuck me with that big pink cock, fuck me hard!” I demanded as I started to rock in the seat to add stimulation. “Shit will you look at her cunt eat this thing up; she’s taking it all and wants more. The package said the diameter of this thing is 2” that means it’s got to be almost 6” or 7” around.” Nate said as he continued to ease it in and out. As I stretched to accommodate the filling girth Nate built up momentum until he started to pound my hungry pussy. My orgasm ha started as soon as the plastic phallus began its way into me. My legs were pulled back with my feet pushing on the back of the front seat. Anyone paying attention at all would know a woman was naked and being thoroughly fucked in the back. The jolts in my orgasm continued one after another in a series of hot flashing waves. They must have maintained that frenzied fucking for at least twenty minuets. Scott and Nate had to alternate to maintain the deep fucking. Finally they said enough, and slowed the pace to near stillness. I took over and continued to maintain the reduced stimulation for another five minuets, at the end of which I enjoyed the delightfully mellow aftershocks of orgasm that worked like the hair of the dog to ease a terrible hangover. “We’re going to have to feed her that in moderation from now on or we’ll screw her up totally.” Scott said as he slipped the cock from my grasping pussy. Air rushed in to take its place with a whoosh, like whisper. “It’s time to start getting you ready for work princess.” Nate said. I’d almost forgotten, and it was really difficult to break from the restful slumber I was enjoying. “C’mon sleepyhead,” Scott said. “Let’s get these on you.” Nate was the one who usually selected my daytime clothing, but today Scott had brought something his wife had given him as a souvenir to remember her by when they divorced. It started with a beautiful, thoroughly feminine pair of tap panties (I think that’s what they’re called). They sat low on the hips with large flared leg openings and no crotch really, just a tiny seam where the two sides are sewn together. They look almost like a tiny sheer skirt of translucent material. The material was so sheer you could almost make out detail, but the real treat came with the peek-a-boo views of my delicate black bush and bare pussy lips. “God, it looked sinful and sexy.” Next they slid a pair of black thigh highs up my soft white legs and then helped me into a short dark gray pleated wool skirt that would cover only part of the dark band of the stockings when I was standing, and any time I was sitting at least the under side of my white thigh flesh would show if I crossed my legs. Finally they slipped on my white lace low cut bra without the shirt and the off-white jacket. The bra and much of my breasts could be easily seen even with the jacket fully buttoned up. They also had a pair of black patent leather 5 in high heels, stilettos, to finish off the look. I thought I looked like a 37 year old hooker or a wet dream and wondered what Craig would say. In all my excitement, I had forgotten about Craig and my deep mixed emotion at what I was doing to him, and to us. “Do you have any idea what kind of a slut you’re married to?” I said to Craig silently in my mind. As I sat there admiring the look I heard two clicks and looked up to see Nate holding a digital camera. The shocked look on my face said it all as he calmly said to the others I’ve used one and a half memory chips this morning so far. Probably 25 great shots at least. “What are you going to do with those pictures?” I asked, almost paralyzed in fear. “The others in the office are getting curious so we thought it was time to let them in on things.” Scott said. “Oh shit, you can’t do that.” I said in alarm. “I’ll never be able to show my face there again.” “Oh you’ll show your face all right, and then you’ll show your tits, your ass and your hungry pussy to; you’ll show it as often and as long as anyone wants you to.” Nate said with a confident sneer. “And you wont show it just because we have these pictures,” added Elaine. “You’ll show it because you want to; because you know in your own mind you have to.” She was right, I loved being put on display, being nasty in front of others and being treated like the slut I was capable of being. I felt I had to be deliciously wicked and wanted everyone to know, even Craig, especially Craig. I wanted to be fucked and used by totally selfish people for their enjoyment in front of my loving husband, while he did nothing but watch. Cyn Again: Flames Out Of Control As I examine closely, the feelings that propelled me along, I realize that I have come to deeply despise myself for the weakness in my nature that makes me act this way and feel so utterly worthless in the process. Professionals refer to masturbation as self abuse, and as far as I’m concerned the reference is dead on. That doesn’t make it any easier to break away from the addictive compulsions. I’ve said it over and over again, the reason I want Craig to know and see me in this awful character is to find out if he can still love me when he does. I can’t imagine he could though, any better than I do myself. Before we arrived at wok my handlers wanted a couple more sexy shots with me looking directly into the camera lens. I looked at it as though it were Craig’s face and licked my lips as I pulled the jacket open and lifted a tit from its lacy covering. I thumbed the nipple roughly and began to drag the material of my skirt upward exposing the white nakedness of my thighs. I pulled it up until they had the delicious peak-a-boo view of my aroused pussy lips. With one hand, I pulled the panty away exposing my very wet gaping pussy. As I continued to look into the mental image of Craig’s face I reached for the rubber cock and brought it to the opening. I slid the tip up and down the lubricated slit and then started feeding it in. I continued pulling the cock into me one delicious inch after another until there was nothing left to hold onto, and still I pushed with my finger until it disappeared from sight and the swollen lips closed to hold it in. “My fucking god,” did you see that Nate said in awe. “I’ve never seen anything so hot.” My fingers went back in and probed until I fastened to the blunt end and started to pull it back out. My gaze shifted from the imaginary face of my husband to the slick pink shaft that was growing inch by inch in size as it receded from my horny hole. The sight was mesmerizing and arousing and brought on one last post orgasmic shock as the dildo rushed out the last inch an a half. Panting, I lay back and looked at the others with a dreamy look on my face asked, “Will that do?” Scott and Nate had both been so turned on they had fisted their big cocks with their hands stuffed inside their pants. Thank heaven Scott’s slacks were dark so he could hide the wet cum he shot in his shorts that was showing through. Nate undid his cotton Dockers and pulled his cock out in the open so the river of cum that spewed from its tip hit the headliner of Elaine’s Crown Victoria. That’s the first time I had seen Nate’s naked cock and although it wasn’t equal in size to the rubber dick that lay in my lap it was huge to my lust filled eyes, and my pussy creamed in anticipation of it pumping wildly inside of me. We parked the car and Nate secured the dildo back in his brief case, then we all went in to try our best to put in a days work. Every time I passed someone in the corridor as I moved about the office I received smiles and compliments on my outfit. When anyone came to my cubicle, they would linger and fasten their gaze on my full breasts and cleavage or the white naked portion of my thighs that usually showed above the tops of my dark stockings. When Collette and Stan were there together they seemed intent to not be rushed away. “Would you quit trying to look up her skirt Stan?” Collette said. “He saw your pictures this morning and his cock hasn’t gotten soft yet.” I blushed and Collette said “Why don’t you just ask her to show you, horny.” “Show him what?” I asked blushing hotly. “Show him your body of course.” She said matter of factly. “Everyone’s already seen pretty much everything you have in the photos any way.” “You want to see everything?” I breathed hotly. “You want me to take off all my clothes, right here?” I asked hopefully. “Yea, sure, I’d love to see you take everything off.” Stan said; a big bulge was already appearing in his slacks. “Shit…you’re terrible.” I mumbled visibly trembling while I toyed with the buttons on my jacket. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I said. The arousal in my voice was obvious as it hung in the air. I popped open the two buttons that fastened the jacket and then slid it open, off my shoulders and down my arms. My firm nipples could easily be seen through the lacy bra that was all that covered my upper body. As I reached behind my back to release the clasp, I looked at Stan and asked with a twinkle in my eye, “Do you want me to take off my bra?” He could only nod an approving yes. The clasp came un-done and I gathered the loose covering in my hands before handing it to him. “Is that enough?” I asked, knowing it wouldn’t be and ready to cry if it was. Stan had been rubbing the cups of my bra over his face and was lost to my question. I didn’t need an answer anyway as I released the hook and lowered the zipper at the back of my skirt. I stood up now and bent slightly at the waist with my body turned at a right angle to both Collette and Stan and started to slide the skirt off my extended ass. When it cleared the generous portion of my hips, it dropped on its own to a soft puddle at my feet. Stan’s Eyes were fixed on the illusive softness of my smooth white ass cheeks below the tap panties and his tongue was almost hanging out as he panted in heat. “You can touch me if you want to Stan; I won’t mind.” I said in a huskily invitation. Stan’s right hand tentatively came into contact my soft round rump that showed below the panty hem and I sucked in a breath as he sensuously fondled my rear. He slid his fingers so they followed my rounded flesh as it dipped into the wet recess between my ass cheeks. When he felt the tight puckered ring of my anus and the wet slipperiness around my labia he stopped tentatively until I said; “Go ahead stick you fingers in me. I want you to finger my wet pussy Stan. Please fuck me with your long fingers!” “I can’t believe this he said as he dropped to his knees behind me and grabbed my hips with both hands before spearing his tongue as deeply into my love tunnel as he could. I looked around sharply as I felt the wet penetration and threw my head back and growled “Unnggerrrraaahh, shit Stan, eat my pussy, stick your tongue in there and fuck me with it. Eat my sweet pussy juice please.” I wasn’t being particularly quiet and soon there were three more witnesses to Stan’s oral assault on my greedy pussy. The last to hear the commotion and join the group was Sandy Anderson, office manager for our division. I was howling in orgasm and Stan was frantically trying to undo his pants so he could get his rigid cock out. He was determined to take me right there in front of the others and I would have been the last person to deny him. “That’s enough for now everybody,” Sandy said loudly enough to be heard in an intimidating way, and everyone quickly started to make their get away. Then she added looking directly at me. “In my office, now girl; you can bring your clothes with you if you want. And then she turned on her heel and left. By the time I got into her office holding my clothing in my arms, my shoulders hung and my chest lurched with the gulping sounds and pitiful sobs that I could not hold back. Sandy came to me and slipped my white jacket over my shoulders as she tried to calm me. “That’s enough.” She said stroking my short black hair. “Settle down, nobody’s going to throw you out in the street. Everything will be all right. She held and cuddled me gently until my sobbing stopped and I appeared to be somewhat normal again. “I can’t say I’m surprised after I saw those pictures earlier. You sure don’t have a problem with letting go do you. I would think a woman your age, mother of teenagers and all would be able to show more restraint. In almost every picture it looked like you were in the throws of orgasm.” She said. “I probably was, that’s why I didn’t know they were being taken until the end.” I felt a wicked shiver run through me and then told her. “That’s when I was imagining looking at my husband as he watched me fucking that big rubber cock.” “Shit girl, you are a pistol aren’t you.” She said shaking her head. “I suppose then that he knows what you’re doing while you pretend to be working for me.” “Oh, I’m sorry this is getting so far out of hand I’m not doing a very good job right now.’ I said honestly feeling guilty about how this distracted from the productivity of the whole office my eyes moistened. And then I added quietly with my head hanging and feeling even more guilty. “No, my husband has no idea what his fucked up wife is doing all day. I don’t know what I’m going to do; I don’t know what he’s going to do when he finds out. I’m scared to death he’ll throw me out but in spite of it I’m obsessed with the idea of showing him how fucking bad I am. I feel I’m going to die I don’t fuck someone else right in front of him while he does nothing but watch.” “Hell that sounds cruel, why do you hate him so much?” “I don’t hate him; I love him more than anything in the world that’s why it’s so hard. I just have this powerful feeling that I need to show him how completely wicked and slutty I can be, and somehow I know that if he loves me then, he’ll love me always and never let me go.” “That’s just twisted.” She said. “You want to destroy a great marriage to prove it’s great. It’s not going to work you know, it’s impossible.” He’ll dump you right on your sorry ass.” “I know he will,” I said between crying, “and when he does I’ll be nothing more than a fucking slut for the rest of my life. That’s part of the problem,” I added feeling very ashamed. “I really love being nasty and having people tell me to take off my clothes anywhere, anytime, the nastier the better. I’m already addicted to being a slut and I don’t think I could stop even if Craig still loved me and told me to.” “What can I do about it here?” Sandy asked. “I’m concerned about my associates taking such liberties with you, and putting you at risk, but I can’t let the firm to be held responsible for sexual harassment or watch the department go down the tubes because we can’t get a fucking thing done, so I have to do something to protect us now before this goes any further. I’m probably going to have to fire people. Shit I hate that, this is a real mess. It looks like you and I have both got a lot of things to think about, and decide.” Sandy said. We both thought in silence for a few moments and then she spoke. “I’m going to leave you here, alone in my office for a few minuets and ask you to provide me a handwritten note telling me, strike that, telling all of us here what you expect to happen, what you intend to do, what you want us to do, and how you want us to treat you, then I want you to sign it and date it with today’s date. I’ve already told you that I think you are on a collision course with disaster in relation to your marriage, and that I believe you are going to throw away everything that is of value in your life, but in spite of that I’m not going to throw your ass out of here right now. “If you come to your senses, you can indicate that in writing, get dressed and no repercussion will ever be directed against you as a result of this from the company. If you want this ‘game’ to continue, then you will help set the rules, right now before this goes an inch further. You tell us what you expect to happen here, what you want from us and what you are going to do; we’ll see where that takes us.” Before she was half finished I was formulating my response and had made up my mind to continue down this path. I was also addicted to the suspense, the excitement and the danger of submitting myself to these people for whatever they wanted to do. I wrote that I wanted them all to feel free to ask or compel me to do anything sexual that they wanted me to do without restriction as to what was asked or where I was asked to do it. I indicated only a few exceptions. I didn’t like pain and I hated the thought of bondage so they were totally off base. Also nothing would be done to overtly cause my husband or children any physical pain or abuse. They were to be treated with complete respect and any violation of that part of the agreement would make null and void everything else. I completed the document and then to underscore it I removed my panties and thigh highs so that I waited for her return completely nude. When Sandy returned, she sat in her chair and carefully read every single word of the document I wrote. “The people in this department have cut loose before but it’s usually been at a party away from work at least, and not during the work day. I’ll be keeping a close eye on things and will cut this off with severe consequences if work results are affected”, and then she looked at me and said. “This is what I thought you would write, and I’ll tell you this one time, and one time only, there have been times in my life I have felt bound up by rules as well and I have wished for the courage to let go the way you are doing. In spite of the extreme nature of all of this, I respect your decision and will do everything I can to protect you as well.” She read my agreement again and then added her own signature and date. Sandy studied my nakedness carefully as she sat at her desk. She had carried the pink dildo concealed inside her own jacket when she came back in and then turned to look out of the glass window wall that overlooked the employee’s parking lot. The wall had smoked glass from floor to ceiling that looked almost like a dark mirror during the day from the outside. She told me that the tinting provided some security, but that it diminished as a person got closer to it. She opened a drawer and drew out a bottle that looked like it contained lotion. She removed the cap and poured a generous amount into her palm, and then she picked up the rubber phallus and stroked it with her oily hand. She fisted it like a man would his cock in masturbation getting it completely slippery, then she said. “I want you to stand in front of the window looking out and I want you to fuck your pussy with this big cock until you cum.” My tits were already fully erect as I stood and as gracefully as possible, moved across the room. I took the cock from her hand and presented myself as close as possible to the glass. My eyes scanned the parking lot for any activity as I moved the lubricated shaft to my equally lubricated pussy. I was shocked as I felt several of Sandy’s fingers get there first and apply a generous dollop to my swollen lips, rubbing and massaging the lotion into me. My mouth formed a large O as I feasted on the slippery attention on my pussy. Then I proceeded to urge the dildo into my nest. Sandy’s hand joined mine gripping the rubber shaft as we both pushed it upward into me. Occasionally we would pause and pump in and out with a sensual motion. She took the fingers from her other hand and scooped up some of the surplus lubrication and then moved them the crease between my ass cheeks. She slid her fingers up and down the crease sensually and started to worm her finger into my puckered anus. With the oil it slid in effortlessly and brought a shuddering stiffness to my whole body. “She stood behind me and slithered a wet tongue into my ear. More urgently now we pulled on the pink phallus together to fill me up. I was rocking on my toes as I felt the need building toward climax as the cock climbed further into my fuck chute. Sandy dropped to her knees behind me again and replaced her fingers with her tongue and pushed it up my ass as far as she could. She reached towards her desk, retrieved the bottle and poured out more lotion. When she capped it up, she slathered the bottle itself in the lotion and painted my needy ass hole with more as well. By now I was using the full length of the dildo to bring myself to orgasm. The more aggressively she battered my ass with multiple the more accommodating it became. I have no idea how many fingers she had up my but, it felt like her whole hand, and then I felt something more rigid and less forgiving being pressed there. It was the lotion bottle, as big around as a soft drink can and a little taller with a neck that reduced in size for the cap. She was holding onto the smaller neck as she forced the makeshift blunt cock up my ass. Our fucking motions were both so frantic we were shaking as the adrenalin rushed through us. I was shuddering through multiple orgasms, I believe Sandy was as well before we finally became too exhausted to do any more. As we both collapsed into a heap on the floor, Sandy said. “Now I understand why you think you are addicted.” I’ve never cum like that in my life and I’m still dressed.” “If you are having intense climaxes like this every time, you’ll never give it up.” We lay together in each others arms as she tenderly and lovingly kissed my face, neck breasts and mouth. “You are truly one of a kind Cynthia.” She said. “When I’m nasty, my friends call me ‘Cyn’.” I said with a mischievous smile. “You take it easy for a minuet Cyn.” She said and then reached for her desk to pick up her phone. She sent a broadcast message to the entire office that she wanted to meet with everyone in ten minuets in the main department conference room before anyone went to lunch. She turned back to me and said get yourself all dolled up again love, and meet me in the conference room in fifteen minuets.” I didn’t know what as going on but it no longer worried me. Somehow this aspect of my life was coming into focus and I didn’t feel isolated with only the imminent threat against my family on my mind as it had been. I had voluntarily surrendered control over my daytime sexual activities to my work associates, and Sandy promised to protect me from any major disasters. I got my self all dressed the way I had been in Elaine’s Ford this morning and reapplied my makeup, then I headed to the conference room to join the others. “Oh here she is, thanks for joining us Cyn.” She said pointedly. “I’ve briefly covered the things we discussed in my office and I think everyone is ready to settle down after all the activity with photographs and extra curricular sports.” There was muffled laughter around the room. “I’ve taken the liberty to briefly go over your document with everyone here and I think we all understand that nothing else happens without agreement to all of your terms and conditions. “Every person here will be expected to sign and date the paper along with us and release the company from any liability or action associated with anything that happens. Anyone not wanting to sign is excused without prejudice and it will become incumbent on everyone else to make sure activities do NOT intrude into a non-participants space. Anyone want to leave? No, OK then.” “I’ve asked Cindy to order in a variety of pizzas for those who want to stay in for lunch and get ‘better acquainted’ with you and what you’re offering or asking of us.” She said so everyone could hear. What in the world is she saying I wondered, so everyone can get ‘better acquainted’ with me and what I’m offering. “Am I being set up for something?” I asked suspiciously. “No more now than before.” Sandy said cryptically. “You’ve already indicated your desire to do anything you’re asked, anywhere, and at anytime. For now, the where is here in the conference room, and the time, is right now. The anything will be up to your associates here. We’ll be notified when the food arrives.” “Now, once again, are there any ‘conscientious’ objectors, including you Cynthia? No…well then let’s get better acquainted. Maybe someone has a question?” David James who worked along with Stan in accounting was somewhat technical as he asked. “What exactly do you mean by ‘anything’ Cyn?” “I thought that was pretty self explanatory.” I replied, and then added. “If you ask or tell me to do ‘anything’ of a sexual nature, I will do it when and wherever you want me to. I think I already indicated the few things that I don’t enjoy so I would appreciate not even being asked to do them. Embarrassment excites me, so does risk, but outright mean humiliation and denigration of a person for sake of someone else’s power trip is more like rape or sadism. I’m not a masochist, so I don’t relate well to sadists. What I am is a hopeless exhibitionist that likes to be nudged in wicked directions; is that plain enough?” Cyn Again: Flames Out Of Control “Does that mean you’re not going to be fucking any of us?” Stan asked. “I didn’t address that because I don’t know where all this is going to go. I’m not specifically planning on it but I realize that being fucked by someone else in front of others is the ultimate act of exhibition, and I don’t know if it’s reasonable to think it wouldn’t happen. I’m not anxious to rush into all the hard stuff so quickly that I miss the suspense of drawing it out. I think it’s more exiting if that is just left open.” “Everyone should understand one very important thing however; I have never fucked anyone but my husband since we got married so I can assure all of you I am clean and disease free, if there is a question with any of you on that item, you better keep your pecker in your pants; I will hold you all responsible to keep me protected…It relates to my comment about protecting my husband and kids. If anyone harms me with disease that infects me and endangers someone I love, I’ll tell you all here publicly right now, that before I kill myself, I’ll kill whoever did it.” Thick heavy silence filled the room and no one really looked at anyone else. “Fucking hell,” Jason said, finally breaking the tension. He was the youngest in the department still in his early 20’s. “This is fucking unbelievable; you’re married for god’s sake. What does your husband think of this?” He turned to the others and almost snickered under his breath so as only to be heard by those closest to him. “He’s got to be some fuckin candied ass wimp.” “The agreement stated quite firmly how I feel about my husband, HE IS NO CANDY ASS WIMP Jason, I’m sure he could beat the living shit out of you with one arm tied behind his back. The issues between me and my family are personal, I’m very sensitive about how they are perceived and right now I’m ready to tear up that shitty agreement and tell you all to go straight to hell!” There was a total hush in the room and the emotional edge was so tight again it could have been cut with a blunt bat. Nate jumped up and reached out to grab Jason by his shirt as he said. “I’ll beat the shit out of you myself you stupid ass.” Jason jumped back knocking his chair over in the process and defensively addressed us all. “Hey, I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say. I really am sorry; it’s just so hard to believe is all. I was way out of line and if you want me out of here I’ll understand and won’t say anything to anyone else.” His contrite apology seemed absolutely genuine and everyone was impressed to cool it down a bit. “Pizza’s here.” Cindy announced. We were all relieved for the break and filed out to the kitchen to collect what we wanted to eat and then returned to the conference area. “This seems so surreal.” Collette said. “Here we are calmly sitting around this conference table wondering what sexually bizarre and daring things we are going be asking one of our workmates, this perfectly normal looking soccer mom to do.” A nervous laugh was our only defense against the whole bizarre situation. For me to sit here as the object of a round-table discussion to discover and define how I was going to be asked to sexually perform for all the others only served to make my head spin and my body reveal the depth of my arousal. I wished these damned tap panties had an absorbent panel in the crotch to catch my flowing pussy juice. I’m sure the padded seat and wool skirt were getting soggy. I felt as though spotlights were on me from all around the room as I nervously toyed with my food, too uptight and aroused to really feel hungry. I’m sure everyone sensed my arousal and would have been able to see my hard nipples poking through my bra if I weren’t wearing my wool blazer. I toyed the buttons my off white blazer open so the others had a sexy view of my lacy white bra, and finally Scott spoke up. “This is how we dressed Cyn this morning. Part of it’s an outfit my wife left behind to remind me of our divorce. She wore it when she fucked three of our so called friends in front of me before she dumped the divorce papers in my lap on her way out.” There was nervous laughter around the room as hungry eyes feasted on the promise of my exposure beneath the wool blazer. Scott continued. “Each morning, we pick up Cyn at her house and she is dressed very conservatively as her husband kisses her goodbye. This morning we stopped two houses away from hers and I stripped her naked in the back seat of Elaine’s car, and kept her that way until we were almost here to the office. We re-dressed her the way she is now. The last two weeks have been the greatest of my life so far, and we’re just getting started.” “Last week, I made her to pull up her skirt while she stood at the entrance to my cubical so I could finger fuck her cunt. She was so turned on; she pulled her dress clear up above her breasts so I could fondle them also and pinch her nipples while I brought her off. Like I said, this is just the beginning if we don’t screw it up.” Nate then added. “We’re getting to know her pretty well…she has that look of lust in her eyes again, does anyone want to see what she looks like naked.” “Hell yes!” Was the collective response around the room. It was aerie to have everyone talking about me getting naked without anyone even asking me. It reinforced the element of control and manipulation that always added to my lust, and I scissored my thighs together as the sensitivity in my cunt increased. “I think it’s show time,” Elaine said, she had been virtually silent, and spoke to establish her position in the control circle as well. “Let’s see you do a table dance.” Then she turned to Sandy and asked for permission to use the furniture. “Sure,” Sandy said, “This top is made of solid high polished black granite so it’s durable. It will act almost like a mirror.” She added sounding almost conspiratorial. “We need to get some music, I’ll turn on the CD,” said Stan. Soon a saucy sensuous salsa beat was gaining volume as someone pulled out a chair and offered me their hand for support so I could climb up. I was shaking with excitement as goose bumps covered my soft flesh. I had never danced alone like this in front of others although Craig and I had always enjoyed dancing to a variety of beats together. The building compulsion to exhibit myself started to push any reluctance from me as I started to sway and move to the music My jacket was already unbuttoned so as I swung around the motion created erotic views of my bra covered breasts as well as tantalizing glimpses of the white naked skin above the thigh high stockings. I cupped and fondled my breasts through the bra and excited everyone with my lusty impatience by pushing it up over my erect nipples and full tits so they could watch me pinch and pull the throbbing buds to obscene dimension. The guys were all massaging their rigid cocks through their pants accept Jason, who had pulled his out and was boldly stroking it in view of the others. I danced over to him and turned around so my ass was above his head while I leaned over slightly and twisted so I could watch his hand move up and down on his hard cock. “You can touch me if you want.” I said wiggling my ass in his face. Not wanting to relinquish his grip on his lust, he reached out with his other hand and caressed the back of my leg. My stomach lurched and my pussy creamed as he moved his hand to the inside of my thigh and caressed the hot flesh between the stocking top and open crotch of my tap panty. “Ohhhhhh,” I moaned as his fingers moved up to play with my peak-a-boo pussy lips. “Shit!” I said as I pulled on my titties roughly. “Finger my pussy please.” I begged. “Fuck my cunt with your fingers. Take off my panties and let them see your fingers fucking my pussy.” I said almost demanding. He took hold of the panty skirt leg and tugged downward. It slipped off one hip, then the other and then he grasped the waist at the back and pulled my panties all the way down to the table top. I stepped out of them and kicked them across the table to the others as I settled in to Jason’s wonderful fingering of my hungry cunt. I spread my legs wider and bent at the knees to push myself down onto his working hand, and my pussy creamed and gushed around the three fingers he was busily working in and out. I threw my jacket off and pulled the loose bra over my head and threw it away carelessly. Jason applied direct force to the thumb that was rubbing on my clit and I threw my head back and howled in a shuddering climax. He continued to saw his fingers lazily in and out of my dripping pussy that was now even more alive with post orgasmic sensitivity and I noticed the thick globs of cum that were running down the backs of my legs from the load he had shot onto me. I smiled at him as I sensuously moved away to the strains of the music in the background. I stepped to the middle of the table and spread my legs wide to air out my throbbing sex as I reached behind me and started to lower the zipper to my skirt. It slipped down my hips until the soft fullness stopped its descent. I wiggled seductively as I pushed it over my ass until it fell at my feet to be kicked away also. I continued to dance, sway and pose seductively to my audience as I masturbated toward another orgasm. Soon, even the thigh highs were more than I wanted to wear so I skinned them down my legs as well and slipped out of the high heels so I was completely naked. Everyone had enjoyed watching me and my reflection dance but I decided it was time to get seriously dirty again so I could cum and brought the two me’s back together again by lying down on the cold marble mirror. I writhed around as I enjoyed the coldness of the stone top and spread my legs and pussy lips wide for all to see. I rolled over and got onto my hands and knees as I scooted backward toward Nate so I could present my naked lips to his face, god I needed to cum. He stood partially, grabbed my hips and pulled me to onto his curled tongue. He also had been fisting his naked cock while Elaine sat next to him watching. As he stood, his penis lay out along the table top and Elaine snaked out her fingers to take hold of his sex. She spit into her hand and then used the moist slipperiness to help masturbate him. His tongue was pushed deeply into my hole and he swished it around to eat the slickness from the inside of my pussy while he started to worm his fingers deeply into my ass hole. As his teeth bit down on my swollen clit to chew it I started to visibly tremble as the orgasm I so desperately needed cashed through me like rolling ocean waves. As the mellow afterglow washed over me, I fell onto my side exhausted. I lay there in steamy slumber as a variety of hands roamed over my body. They felt good and warmed me against the cold marble, and they helped maintain a soothing level of sexual afterglow as I drifted down from the high. They had played with me for over an hour and lunch was now well on its way to 2:00 PM. I was exhausted and it was conceded that I had done enough for one wild day and finally people started to file out of the room as I was at last allowed to dress again so I could go back to pretending to work. It was hard to stay awake as I nodded and drifted often into sweet slumber before I finally felt Elaine shake my shoulder to tell me it was time to go. We climbed into the car and chatted a little until I drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out while I dreamed of sex; I was awaken by movement around me, and was already almost completely naked; so much for what I thought was a dream. We had already taken the exit for Forest Grove and were only a few minuets from my house as I fully came too. I was almost disappointed as I realize I wasn’t going to have time for the other cum I had dreamed about as my friends were quickly pulling me back into my clothes. I sat in between Nate and Scott with my bra and shirt back on and my panties, pantyhose and slacks on my feet but still below my knees. Somehow, this exposure as I was being transformed into conservatism seemed even more erotic for all of us. We paused and the guys each took a knee and pulled it up and widely apart. I looked down at my sexy pussy and once again felt the fluids flow out of me onto the seat. They each took a hand and mauled my wet and open cunt as they furiously masturbated me again. With their other hands they roughly mauled my tits through my shirt while they took turns kissing and probing deep in my throat with their tongues. They had loosened their slacks so I had access to their cocks and I pumped and masturbated them as well. All I could think of was how desperately I wanted them to tear off all my clothes and theirs to, so I could climb on their rigid tools and fuck them both endlessly, and then I trembled with the orgasm of my dream. Elaine screamed for us all to hurry we were on my street and only a few blocks from my house. I was just tucking my shirt into my pants and zipping up as we pulled into my driveway. Troy and a friend of his were playing basketball in the drive and Scott was still copping a feel with his hand inside my shirt and on my naked breast. Stop I hissed biting his ear, it’s Troy. “Huh,” he said trying to wrestle with reality. Troy was walking toward the car to greet me and would have seen Scotts busy hand if I hadn’t pulled my jacket over it to hide his action. Scott reluctantly pulled it from my shirt and slipped it secretly out as Troy reached down to take my hand. Nate had been quicker to adjust and had already scrambled into the front seat just before Elaine turned into the drive. That was close he said as he turned back to look at me exiting the car. TOO FUCKING CLOSE! I said fiercely but in a whisper so Troy couldn’t hear. Playfully Scott reached up and poked a finger as far into my ass as he could with my clothes on. I slapped at his hand but still my pussy creamed at his daring. I slammed the door and pretended to be angry as I walked arm in arm with Troy toward the house. Scott had succeeded in pulling my tits out over the top of my bra, and it felt deliciously wicked to leave them with my aroused nipples brushing against the fabric of my shirt, and knowing that a man other than their father had just uncovered and fondled them. As the evening wore on, we made it past dinner and our together time as a family all the while with my naked tits rubbing against my cotton shirt to remind me how wicked I was and keep the certainty of the illicit fucking I knew I was going to soon receive on my mind. I felt flushed and aroused all evening and when Craig and I finally climbed into bed I aggressively moved to seduce him again. I stroked his cock to hardness and climbed on top of him as I rode his hard cock to a satisfying orgasm although strangely it was not as satisfying in the lovemaking sense as it had been recently. “How do you stay so turned on and insatiable all the time Cynthia?” He asked. “It seems like we fuck more now than ever, even more than we did as newlyweds. If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone else was getting you hot at work.” “You just keep loving me like this every night and no one at work will ever have a chance.” I lied with a loving smile. “Does that mean if I take a break, someone else may cut my grass?” Craig asked with a crooked eyebrow. “You don’t have to worry about that; I love more than anything in the world.” I said with a note of sadness in my voice. “You do know that don’t you?” “I love you as well said Craig, more than I’ll ever love anyone again.” He said it tenderly as he held me while I snuggled into his arms and we cuddled like fitting spoons. With my back to him tears started to spill from my eyes as I realized that this would be the last time we cuddled like this before I betrayed his very love and was fucked by another man. What a strange combination, a pussy more wet with adulterous arousal than my lover’s sperm and eyes wet with tears revealing how I loved him and feared what I might loose. To be continued – Cyn goes all the way This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they’re very real to me and I’ve enjoyed this experience. I know that I’m far from being a great American Novelist, but we all dream. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to know it, if you don’t, please don’t read it. I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I was like the character Alex in the recent Movie Alex & Emma when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people are real, normal and comfortable in normal lives. These are ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that’s why you’ll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all of these parts. You won’t find tattoos, body piercing and even many shaved pussies here because they are all indications of a predisposition to nastiness. Cyn wants to be ‘good’, she just can’t help herself, and this story tries to explain why. I’d love to help develop a website around these characters and incorporate visual images to embellish the thoughts, emotions, fantasies and situations that are developed in text. If any of you have interest in helping, suggestions or whatever, then feel free to speak. By CraCyn © January, 2004 Cyn Again Way down deep inside, I think I acknowledged the reality of how far things could go with them, and that there was a great probability things would happen if I didn't do something to prevent it, but instead of building resolve against it, I started to accept and give way to the deeply powerful desire to let it all come out. I had been so good for so long that even though I didn't resent my eighteen year hyateous from illicit sex, something deep inside longed for an opportunity to be truly nasty and dirty again. My subconscious self knew exactly where I was headed and it would not let any conscious effort in self control deny it. When Monday morning came, I waited anxiously for the sound of Scott's horn. I had dressed in the same modest fashion as always with conservative pantyhose over conservative but sheer white nylon panties. I also wore a white cotton support bra and full satin slip under a dress that came to just below my knees. I knew the look would certainly produce a response of some sort and I was curious to see how things would play out. When I heard the horn, I rushed to Craig to give him a hug and kiss goodbye and he gave me a playful swat on my butt as and said. "Bring it home lover." I smiled and told him I loved him as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Elaine was in the passenger seat so I was in the back with the rogue. Everyone said their hellos as I climbed in and Scott took off. "How was everyone's weekend?" I asked, and everyone mumbled out something that no one really listened to. After about ten minuets, I turned to look at Nate and found him looking at my well covered legs. He didn't say anything when he noticed I was looking; just started shaking his head. "What?" I said trying to appear defensive, "What's the matter?" "You had us all believing you wanted to fit in last Friday and this morning you look more like a librarian than ever." Nate said with a note of aggravation. "I also said I had a husband and three kids, two of them impressionable teenage girls and, for their sakes, I wasn't going to change my appearance so you would just have to adjust and not hold the way I dress against me." "We could always break up your happy home and then you wouldn't have to put on airs." Scott said with a nasty edge to his words. (He must have had a bad argument with his ex over the weekend, I thought) "I think I would seriously try to kill myself if anything threatened to break-up my family and marriage." I responded actually feeling hurt as I realized the chance I was taking, and almost had to dab at the corner of my eye to stop a tear. "Nobody's going to do anything to screw up your marriage Cynthia." Elaine said. "That's a dumb ass thing to say Scott just because you screwed up your own." "Let's lighten up here." Nate said, "All we know is Cynthia wants to feel included here, but she still loves her family and wants to keep a proper appearance to everything, at least as far as her family's concerned, right Cyn?" I nodded my head a little to let them all know I was following along. "You know what we were saying Friday about how you dress and the signals you give out right Cyn?" He asked, and I nodded my head again slowly. "Well, I've thinking about it all weekend, and I've got a suggestion." "What's that?" I asked with anticipation. "Well I think you should get dressed for work everyday just the way you think your husband and family expect you to, then we will work with your choices to make a few modifications that will help you fit in a little better with us during the work day. You can get back the way you started at the end of the day to go back home. What do you think everybody?" All of a sudden, Nate had made it a group about a clothing make-over every day and even though I protested some I was easily outvoted. "What are you wearing under the librarian dress?" Nate asked. I hesitated, still not turned on enough yet to throw caution to the wind. Besides, it was extremely stimulating to allow myself to be led along. When I didn't say anything Nate flipped up the hem of my skirt to reveal the lacy slip I had on. "Hell girl you've even got more on today, is it a half-slip or a full one?" "A full one," I answered softly. "I hope it's at least sexy looking." Scott said. "Your dress buttons up the front so why don't you undo it and show us." "Now wait a minuet." I protested, although not even convincing myself that I was sincere. "I don't think undressing me on the way to work is part of the deal." "There is no 'deal'." Elaine said. "You're simply going to let us show you what it takes to fit in. I almost always undress by at least taking off my underwear while I'm driving home." "You didn't last week when I was driving." I said confidently. "I did to, all three days I sat in the seat behind you." She replied proudly. "Now come on and unbutton." I trembled as I slowly started to unbutton each button starting from the bottom. Nate was a little un-nerving as he pulled the two sides apart after each button was un-done. By the time I got to the top button my full body in the white slip was already on display. This was the first time they could appreciate my full classic figure and I knew they were all impressed by their undivided attention. "Wow," was the collective response. "What a classy looking sex dream." Nate said. "I wish we could take you into the office and keep you like this all day." "We're definitely liberalizing that place." Elaine said. "But I think it's just a mite early to reveal our treat to the others this soon." My head was spinning with the sexy innuendo as I wondered how far they might carry these sexy games. My soaked pussy told me I had to find out. "One thing here's definitely not going to work." Nate said as he started sliding the slip up my nylon covered leg. "These legs have to be bare underneath." The slip was no longer moving up because I was sitting on it. "Rise up so I can pull it the rest of the way up." I did nervously but without resistance. Nate pulled my slip further up and I almost wanted to beg him to pull it all the way off., He pulled it to my waist while my tummy did flip-flops, then he gathered it together and lifted it all the way up so the bulk of it rested above my breasts and exposed my bra covered tits.. "Fucking hell," Scott hissed as he almost drove off the road while straining to seen everything in the rear view mirror. Nate caressed my exposed flesh and made me writhe in ecstasy. Finally he moved his hands to my waist, hooked his thumbs into the waist band of my pantyhose and proceeded to push them down off my full hips, over my thighs and all the way to my feet. I had already slipped off my shoes in anxious anticipation and he slipped the nylons completely off and threw them into the front seat. Nate fondled and admired the smoothness of my thighs as he stroked up and down before moving between my thighs where he started an agonizing journey toward my boiling cunt. I moved my thighs apart only as far as Nate seemed to direct me and when his fingers reached my panty crotch he looked up into my eyes and as he measured the intensity of my arousal in my eyes he asked me if my pussy was wet. I gulped and nodded my head so little he probably couldn't tell. He looked to the front and asked the others if they thought I was wet. Without waiting for a response, he pushed a finger firmly against my crotch so it dragged the absorbent panel into the sodden depths and then trailed the finger upward over my throbbing clit that exploded with lust at the contact and passed over it as he moved up to the waist of my panty. He then slipped his entire hand inside my panties and rapidly moved down until my furry bush was centered on his palm and his fingers were poised over the center of my waiting hole. He curled his fingers so they penetrated deeply inside me and clamped my mound in his firm grip. My body howled and convulsed in orgasmic spasm as I panted and feasted all too briefly on the wonderful sensation. As quickly as he dived into my honey pot, he pulled his hand all the way out of my panties and said triumphantly. I think we found what we wanted. I thought he was going to start covering me back up, when he paused and then said. "That bra is just all wrong for your look and attitude we want you to have today Cyn; it needs to come off. He had already reached around my back and was un-hooking my bra as he spoke and when it came loose he peeled the covering away from my tits so everyone could get a good look at my naked boobs. "Wow" was again unheard but understood in the open mouth expressions of my companions. "Very nice," said Nate on behalf of everyone. "I'm sure we're all going to enjoy the sight of these naked beauties often from now on. He had to pull my arm from the looped strap of my bra and slip to get the bra completely off, doing one arm and then the other. Then he carefully smoothed everything back into place. He made one final adjustment as he thought it would look better if my slip hung lower on my breasts. He fiddled with the shoulder straps to lengthen them and when he had finished almost the entire top of my rounded tit flesh was on display. When he finally helped me back into my dress he buttoned it so the lowest three and top two buttons were left un-done. This effectively showed a sexy display of cleavage and a surprising fullness in my breasts that were not overly large. My slip was always on display and an extensive panel of delicate lace in the front made it look even sexier. The only thing that remained was their 'instructions for the day' as they put it. I was not to fasten any more buttons but if any of the three chose to undo more of for that matter take it off all together, I was to allow them to do so without protest. Furthermore, I needed to work a little more at showing myself off so when ever the opportunity came up to give someone a view of something I needed to make sure it was a damned good view. If I stood by the side of someone who was seated and he or she decided to run a hand up my leg, I should get the best thrill out it that I could, but not push them away. I was panting and my pussy was boiling as I considered all these things. By the time we got to the office I still didn't have the foggiest idea how I was going to get myself settled down to the point I could get anything done or participate in intelligent conversation. All day long I expected outrageous things to happen. I was terrified any time I was in close proximity to the others and all they did was smile as if I were the object of a joke between them. Only at one time when I had to get Scott's signature on a collection notice did anything happen. While I stood in front of him he looked at me and told me to come to his side. I had almost forgotten, and when I remembered I froze as my nipples got hard. I slowly moved to his side and took a gulp of air as I watched his hand move down and take hold of my leg just below my knee. His hand started to move up the inside of my leg over my thigh until he reached my panties. He teasingly traced the openings at my legs and waist. He gently slid his finger along the slit between my swollen lips, and then moved upward above my waist over the flatness of my tummy and on up until he cupped my left breast firmly. He pinched my nipple and told me in a husky voice that they were as firm and sexy as he thought they would be. He moved back to my panties and this time started to tug the waist downward. I bit my lip as my blood pounded through my head. "I wanted to pull these down on Friday." He said. "Did you want me to?" I tried to deny it but he knew I had and continued. "I know you did, you wanted me to pull them down just like I am now." My panties had cleared the largest portion of my ass and hips and now were becoming progressively looser has he tugged on them to help them fall. I pinched my thighs tightly to slow them down. "Let them go." Scott said. And as I relaxed my grip they slipped quickly to my feet. I was still standing partially in the passage way so anyone who happened to walk past would surely see what was going on. Maybe that's the real reason I didn't kick them off and hide them. This was more daring. Spread your legs he said and I did, as widely as my panties would allow. "I was going to take your panties off Friday and then finger fuck you in front of the others. Do you want me to finger your pussy now Cyn?" I gulped and as he looked into my eyes, I slowly nodded. "I want to hear you tell me what you want Cyn. Tell me you want me to finger your slutty cunt. Tell me what you want slut." "I – I want you to fuck my cunt with your fingers, please Scott finger fuck me now, please." Scott began to furiously fuck my pussy with his meaty fingers pinching, probing, rubbing, and smearing my juices all over. "Hold your dress up so I can see you." He said. We both knew we were in terribly dangerous waters and that only drove me more out of control. I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up so high my ass was bare for all to see and still I wanted more to make me orgasm. I pulled it up further so my breasts were totally uncovered with my clothes gathered at my neck, and finally the powerful release of my earthshaking climax sent me into jerking convulsions that confirmed without doubt to Scott that he had brought me off. As the convulsions quieted, I dropped my slip and dress to cover me modestly again and eventually relaxed the stretching pressure on my fallen panties so I could pull them up again. I returned shaken and weak to my desk and sunk into my chair with the heavy realization that for the first time in eighteen years, I had been brought to orgasm by a man other than my husband. I felt guilty, and dirty and completely fulfilled. I had missed this feeling of nasty wickedness. I had cheated on my relationship with Craig before marriage and it almost destroyed me because I had let it feel so good and come to love and be addicted to it. Now I had cheated on my husband and I knew already I would be powerless to stop wherever the addiction led me now. All I could do was sit in dread and excitement as I realized I was firmly on my way to the sexual quagmire I wallowed in during high school, Only this time I knew that no line would be drawn against total uninhibited sex, and that the danger aspect was thousands of times greater with all I had too loose. I was able to accomplish little else that day until it was time to leave for home. Scott must have told the others what he had so easily gotten away with and they all seemed to sense the incredibly intense conflicts that might be going on within me. They knew I was capable of being led into the most perverse situations imaginable but they were more worried about spiraling too fast than too far. We were almost halfway home before they announced it was time to start returning me to normal. I immediately started to unbutton the dress anxious to nourish my constant horniness. When I had pulled it all the way off, Nate pointed out that it was going to be harder to put my bra on with the slip still in place so I slipped both arms out of the straps and held the top up modestly to cover my breasts. He me pause at that point for a moment and then he explained there was a point of curiosity he wanted to resolve before I put everything back on. "We all want to see you completely naked for a minuet at least before you get dressed again." "Noooooooo I hissed," as my pussy churned. "That's sooooo nasty." "Come on." Elaine said. "My pussy's wet just thinking about you." "You really do have a dirty mind don't you Elaine?" I said as I grasped the top of my lacy slip and pushed it down to expose my erect nipples. When I got to my waist I slipped my thumbs into the waist of my panties and pushed everything down off my ass, and all the way off my feet. Then I sat back in my seat and gestured to them all in acknowledgement as I said. "Is this OK?" "Shit girl, you look like a twenty year old. Are you sure you have three teenagers?" Elaine said almost worshiping my looks. "Your skin is so smooth and white and so soft to the touch." She said as she caressed the inside of my leg above my knee. She gently urged my legs apart as her eyes burned into my own and she licked her full lips suggestively, before she focused on my hot wet love nest. "My God" she said. "I don't know if I've ever seen a more sexy cunt." She slowly moved her hand up my leg creating incredible anticipation. It was somehow even more erotic since this was a woman, a sexy exiting woman younger and supposedly more experienced than me. I couldn't get over how excited she was about how my pussy looked with the soft downy black pubic hair. She said she had always thought the ultimate erotic pussy was one shaved smooth, but my bush was so delicate and in such contrast with my pure white skin that she wouldn't change it a bit. As she talked about it she gently touched here and there to illustrate what she was saying. When she talked about how visible my labia was because the hair was so thin and fine there she moved her finger about to demonstrate. All this subtle attention was driving me crazy until I could stand it no more and I clamped her hand between my thighs in a vice like grip as a thrilling climax ripped through me. "It's incredible how easily and beautifully she comes." Nate said as he seemed to worship me with the others. We talked about sex and me and the things we had done and the things we were going to do as my arousal simmered freely. When someone said something that particularly stirred my imagination it made my pussy flood and I would clench my thighs together and someone would notice and force a couple of fingers deep into me and make me come on the spot. I probably climaxed four more times during the remainder of our drive. It was difficult for all of us to come back to earth and suspend the sex so I could get dressed for my husband and kids. I remained on a cloud of sexy arousal even at home. I was definitely more flirtatious with Craig and was constantly testing his interest in sex play. I jumped at any opening he gave me and was almost ready to rape him. He said he thought he had died and gone to heaven, that our sex life was never better. When he joked lovingly about me being deliciously nasty, I said maybe I was a little devil and that he had gone to hell instead of heaven where he was being punished with sex. "If this is hell, I'm signing up now," he said. Every day that week in the car pool it was essentially the same. I was happy and in my element to be naked as much of the time as possible and it seemed like a game to see who could make me come quickest and most including myself. They were thrilled every time I masturbated wildly for them. On the trip home Friday evening Elaine and I both sat in the back and competed for attention as she stripped me completely naked and I pulled her panties off and exposed her big breasts so I could lick and bite her hard nipples. I had never made love to a woman before and I don't know if what we did in the backseat that day constituted an official lesbian experience, but we did masturbate ourselves and each other to numerous climaxes during that car ride. We had been totally lost in ourselves and oblivious to the other commuters on the road except for the sense of danger and exhibition that always played a primary role in our arousal. Occasionally we were brought back to reality with the honking of a horn by someone who saw us and wanted to show their approval or shook an angry fist in our direction but the excitement was always multiplied in the process. Although everyone got involved in helping me cum or undressing me, this was the first time any clothes had come off anyone else, and the first time someone else got their rocks off as well. Somehow it became obvious to us all that the boarders had been rolled back a little further from that point on. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be fucked silly and fucked often and it wouldn't end until everything came out into the open with Craig. Even though it was obvious that I was on a self destructive path, a perverse thrill went through me as I recognized how anxious I actually was to commit adultery and wondered whose cock was going to be in me first. Cyn Again To be continued... * * * * * * This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they're very real to me and take root in real people I've known. I've enjoyed this experience. I know that I'm far from being a great American Novelist, but we all dream. If you enjoy the story, I'd love to know it, if you don't; I apologize, and hope you don't read it all. Spell check in a word processor is a wonderful gift, but it can't distinguish proper usage all the time so the wrong choice of word can slip by the check and still make me look bad. Some people have been nice and helped, others just get pissed off. I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I was like the character Alex in the recent Movie Alex & Emma when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people are real, normal and comfortable in normal lives. These are ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that's why you'll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all of these parts. You won't find tattoos, body piercing and even many shaved pussies here because they are all indications of a predisposition to nastiness. Cyn wants to be 'good', she just can't help herself, and this story tries to explain why. I'd love to develop a website around these characters and incorporate visual image to embellish the thoughts, emotions, fantasies and situations that are developed in text. If any of you have interest in helping, suggestions or whatever, then feel free to speak. You can reach me through my profile. By CraCyn © January, 2004