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Sweet Sweet Revenge

By: Many Feathers



After ten years of marriage, it was over. Towards the end, I did every thing I could think of to try and save the marriage, but to no avail. I'm not an advocate of getting a divorce either, at least not until everything possible has been done to try and keep that from happening. But I had done all that, so when my ex-wife filed, I tried to keep things as amicable as possible. But as they say, there really is no such thing as a good divorce.

We had just stepped out of the courtroom, I was standing in the long hallway leading out from the chamber talking to my attorney when my now ex-wife saddled up to me.

"Tom? Can I speak with you for a moment?" She asked.

My attorney mentioned something about another appointment and said his goodbyes.

"What is it Silvia?" 

My "Ex" was a touchy-feely person, so when she put her hand on my shoulder I didn't really think much about it, after all...it's just the way she was. Though I had learned she'd been doing a LOT of touchy-feely stuff with several other guys towards the end.

"No hard feelings?" She asked.

I looked at her with what I could only describe as contempt. She'd pretty much taken me to the proverbial cleaners, though the one thing I had managed to keep her from getting her grubby little mitts on had been the luxury cabin that my father and I had built together high up in the Uinta Mountains. A family retreat of sorts that I had eventually inherited shortly after my parents death, and a piece of property that the court had decided my Ex had no rights to as it was bought and paid for long before we had gotten married. That, and the small family business that had been started by my father and which I was now operating myself, which included some land that was at the time nearly worthless.

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in selling the cabin." She asked boldly. "I'd give you fair market value for it Tom, and I know you could use the money." She said somewhat a little too glibly.

Silvia had bartered, begged, conjoiled....done everything she could think of to try and get me to sell her the place. It had been the one place where we had actually spent some very romantic, erotic, and very sensual times together. Frankly, I couldn't understand why it had meant so much to her under the circumstances until I found out, a few years later that she had had many of her trysts there with other men during our marriage.

"Sorry....no Silvia. I'm not THAT bad off." I replied, shaking her hand off my arm as I responded.

"Oh well, had to ask." She said, turning and preparing to walk off in the opposite direction. She stopped then for a moment and turned back towards me. I was actually a little surprised to see what I thought was a real tear in the corner of her eye.

"I have to confess to you Tom....I hope that ten years from now I don't look back and realize I made a mistake."

To be honest, I didn't know how to respond to that. For one thing, I had loved her. For another, it was hard to simply throw away ten years of marriage, even though it had had its rough spots. But then, didn't most marriages? Even so, I felt like I had tried to do everything possible to keep this from happening, but when the final papers were signed, I knew then there'd be no going back, no matter what happened.

As I watched Silva walk down that long hallway towards the exit, I couldn't help but think that was probably the last time she'd ever touch me, if even in a casual sense. She had a nice ass too with long shapely legs that she loved wrapping around me when we fucked.

"Fuck!" I said aloud, actually shocking a couple of people standing nearby when they heard my profanity. I couldn't believe I'd actually stood there gazing at her near perfect ass as she walked away from me and out of my life.

"Sorry." I quickly added nodding to them and then turning to walk off in the opposite direction than my wife or rather ex-wife had. What bothered me the most was that she could still give me a hard-on whenever I looked at her, and I had one now in fact, which had made me even angrier as I knew that I would never again be with her.

The only good thing that came out of this was the fact we hadn't had any children together that would be affected by our divorce. I had contracted the mumps while a teenager, which had effectively made me sterile. Which was great in my later teenage years, as I didn't have to worry about getting some girl pregnant. But it sure didn't make things easy for me when it came time to want to actually settle down and have a family. Adoption was certainly an option, but at the time, neither of us had been in any big hurry to start a family. Thank God!

At just slightly over six feet, I was in pretty damn good shape, fairly muscular though not in a body-builder sort of way, and ruggedly handsome even if I did say so myself. Dark full head of hair, piercing green eyes, and a slightly broken nose that gave me character rather than a pretty-boy face, I had had my share of women, though again, once they discovered I wasn't capable of fathering a child, usually resorted in the break-up of any long term possibilities. So it was that I was surprised a year or so later when I met another woman who eventually became my wife.

Over the course of the next ten years I grew the business, built a new home, and had pretty much everything I'd ever dreamed of. Including a wife who loved me. Sure, we still had our ups and down like any married couple, but in comparison to what it had been like living with my ex-wife, it was just this side of Heaven. With all that going for me, you'd have thought that I should be the happiest man alive. And for the most part, I was. But every once in a while, usually around my Ex and my anniversary, I thought of her and felt those old pangs tear at my heart.

Cindy and I had an OK sex life. Nothing particularly wild or exciting, more like 'comfortable' in a sense, which was ok. But unfortunately, that's all it was. I had to give Silvia credit in that department; she could fuck like a mink. But like a mink, she wasn't particular about who she fucked either. And so for ten years I lived my new life, happy as I could be, and expected to be, and simply pushed back whatever thoughts or memories I had of my Ex whenever they surfaced. That was until I accidentally bumped into her at a car dealership when I had gone in to have some work done on my new Jeep.

At first neither one of us really recognized one another. It's not like either one of us had changed all that much in ten years. But people do change, and it was just enough for both of us that it took a moment for realization to sink in. When it did, we both seemed to discover it simultaneously as we stood there in the waiting room of the service area.

"Tom? I thought that was you, you haven't changed all that much in ten years. How are you doing these days anyway?" She asked me.

Silvia had changed. If anything she looked even better than she had. She'd put on a few extra pounds, but then again so had I. But on Silvia, it looked better. I'd always been after her about her weight; she had always been on the skinny side for my taste. And now, she was right about where I wish she'd been ten years ago. Especially as she seemed to have grown a little fuller in the breast area than I remembered.

We sat in the waiting room exchanging pleasantries, and catching one another up on what we'd been doing, and what we'd accomplished over the past ten years. I told her about my business, where I lived even, and of course we both exchanged the fact we'd each gotten remarried, though hers had in fact recently ended about a year ago. Which meant, she was now single again.

A moment later, I heard my name called over the PA system, telling me my Jeep was finished with it's first oil change and servicing. 

"Well Silvia, it's been nice seeing you again." I said, unsure of what else to say, especially as I would have liked to stick my tongue out at her instead and say something silly like "Sorry your life's fucked up"...or some such, but of course I didn't.

When I stood up to leave, she did too. And once again reached out putting her hand on my arm as she did. Obviously old habits die hard.

"Remember that day outside of the courtroom?" She began.

"How could I not?" I said to myself.

"Do you remember what I told you back then?" She questioned. I did, but I played dumb, wanting to hear her say it and act like I had forgotten all about it.

"I told you then that I hoped I wouldn't look back in ten years time and wonder if I had made a mistake."

All I could do was look at her, even when I heard my name being paged a second time to go to the service counter.

"I have to tell you Tom, ever since my second divorce, I've found myself asking that question. Did I? And now....I'm wondering once again."

For the briefest moment I wanted to reach out and grab her, hug her to me and kiss her passionately. And at the same time I wanted to punch her in the face. It was a toss-up as to which of the two I'd have rather done. But I finally took control of my senses.

"Listen Silvia, I really need to go. But maybe you can call me at work some time and we can talk about it." I told her. I soon left, paid for and picked up my Jeep, and then chastised myself rather ardently on the way home when I realized what a stupid thing I had done by inviting her to actually call me sometime at work. I actually prayed right then and there that she wouldn't. By the time I got home, I was mad at myself, and even worse....horny as hell.

"How'd it go?" Cindy asked as she stood at the sink washing a few late breakfast dishes.

I walked up behind her, putting my arms around her and gave her breasts an affectionate little squeeze, that soon turned into a more wanting, demanding caress as I stood behind my wife, pressing my erection against her.

"What on earth's gotten into you?" She asked, pulling away slightly which admittedly annoyed me a little.

"Nothing." I said a little guiltily, ashamed that I was fondling my wife, knowing full well it had been seeing my ex-wife that had gotten me aroused in the first place. "It's been a while......is all." I told her. And it had been, three weeks in fact since we'd last made love together.

Cindy giggled in the same way she first did when we'd started dating, and for a brief moment I remembered those initial lusty times we'd spent together and thought that maybe I was about to get lucky after all.

"Maybe later." She said winking at me, which was promising yes, but I'd been given that same wink before only to wind up jerking off in the bathroom long after she'd gone to bed.

Spinning out of my arms and away from me, she then proceeded to remind me of all the Saturday chores that still needed doing. That, and the fact that we had promised to go over to a friend's house later that night for dinner.

"Shit!" I exclaimed aloud. I'd forgotten all about that, and I suddenly knew that there wouldn't be any hanky-panky tonight if we were going over there. A fact which I then reminded her of, as I knew it would be late by the time we got home.

"Come on Cindy." I began once again, "You and I both know you won't be in the mood to do anything by the time we get home." I saw the hurt look in her face after I'd said that. Perhaps it wasn't the most tactful way to state it, but it was after all the truth.

"Fine." She said reaching around and undoing the apron she'd been wearing to wash dishes in. "You wanna go upstairs and fuck...then lets fuck." She stormed off in the direction of the stairs leading up to the bedroom. Normally I'd have backed down, caved in, apologized and told her I was sorry. I'd done that a number of times before. But not this time. I was still angry with myself at letting my Ex get to me for one thing, and for the other, I was still horny, enough so that even an angry "get it over with" fuck was better than nothing. Or so I thought anyway. And suddenly I was following her up the stairs undoing my belt as I did.

She was naked on the bed waiting for me by the time I got there. But it wasn't one of those sultry sexy poses I saw when I found her. She was lying flat on her back, legs spread...obscenely, just staring at the ceiling. Once again I knew this look and this posture for what it was. She'd used it once before, only that time I'd gotten dressed and walked out of the room without doing anything. But once again, not this time.

And this time...I think I took her by surprise.

Cindy has great tits. Full mature breasts that have a little droop to them, nothing major, but enough so that I find them sensually arousing without looking at her as though she were some young teenage girl with perfect perky breasts. She had a sensuality to her that was stimulating to me every time I saw her naked, which wasn't often enough in my estimation. Her nipples, though not hard at the moment where just as captivating, they were caramel colored and delicious just to look at, let alone to kiss, suck and lick. That, and they were large too, covering nearly the full face of each of her well-rounded breasts that though on the large side, weren't overly so. Certainly more than a simple handful perhaps, but then again I had big hands.

I finished removing my clothing, and noticed that Cindy had a surprised expression on her face. Obviously she thought I would turn and leave the room like I had in the past. Instead, I walked towards the bed following my obvious hard-on and climbed into bed next to her. I immediately cupped one of her fat fleshy tits and began licking and coaxing her nipple to hardness. Cindy continued to simply lay there, unmoving, unresponsive and obviously angry though she wasn't about to say anything to me about that. I'd managed to tease one nipple to a nice firm tautness which I think actually pissed her off. But rather than spending equal time doing the same to her other deflated little nubbin, I decided to move forward with what was becoming a rather awkward and possibly disastrous lovemaking session.

Cindy had of course closed her legs together by now, once again extending them full length atop the bed, and it took me a moment as I reached down to begin toying with her very dry cunt, that I was just as determined as she was, and this time more so to have my way with her, no matter how angry it made her. And frankly, at the moment, I didn't give a rat's ass about her feelings. Or mine for that matter.

Cindy wasn't exactly a small woman, but I was strong enough that it took me no more than a moment to reach down and literally flip her over onto her stomach. I think when I did that; I surprised the hell out of her, though she wasn't about to acknowledge that of course. Once I had her in that position, I then reached down grabbing her soft fleshy ass-cheeks and yanked her up into a kneeling position and drove myself home. I think the sudden intrusion of my cock entering her took her breath away momentarily. I'd never before in our entire married life been that rough with her before, especially in my not taking time to ensure she was lubricated well enough to accept me. And not that I was exceptionally large either, but enough so that as hard and as thick as I was, she certainly felt it when I entered her and actually moaned, though unfortunately, not in a good way.

"Ouch!" Cindy said. "Tom....be careful. That hurt!" She finally had to tell me, and I knew that it made her angry having to admit to me that it had. Which simply made me smile, and pissed me off even more realizing all that.

I didn't say anything though, and simply continued to slam into her cunt from behind perhaps a little more forcefully that I otherwise would have. Surprisingly, I felt my wife's cunt begin to lubricate, and our coupling became a little less frictioned than it had started out, but she was obviously not emotionally trying to enjoy it, even though her cunt was perhaps defensively trying to keep me from fucking her raw. I reached down, once again cupping her breast as I'd seen them swaying back and forth, something that never failed to arouse me. I was glad to find her nipples erect when I did, and immediately toyed with them, though all I got from her in response was an admonition.

"Not so rough Tom, they're sore." She told me.

So I pinched them instead, causing her to yelp once again, though I did release them and sat back further on my haunches and began to really slam into her from behind with the ultimate goal of getting my rocks off now, and to hell with whatever pleasure she could have had from this, which was none by my way of thinking.

Normally I took my time with Cindy, ensuring that she was every bit as aroused as I was. I loved going down on her, and she loved it when I licked and sucked her pussy. She also loved it when I slow-fucked her, or varied our positions and tempo of lovemaking. But since this was obviously not a normal session for either one of us, I continued to simply thrust into her from behind until I felt my balls tighten and knew that I was about to spew whatever load I'd managed to work up in so short of a time into her. She knew it too, and suddenly reacted in a wholly and entirely different way that I had expected, especially under these unusual circumstances. It was like she knew I was heading towards climax...and I was going to get there without her. Suddenly she was fucking back against me for all she was worth, and I realized that she'd decided that she wasn't going to give me the satisfaction of having an orgasm while she didn't. It was weird in a way, because neither of us was trying to pleasure the other one really, just ourselves.

I felt Cindy reach back and beneath herself and knew she was now desperately trying to stimulate her clit in order to get herself off, either before I did, or at the very least, ensuring that she came shortly after I did. Call me dumb, stupid...or even a plain old son-of-a-bitch, cause I was acting that way admittedly, but feeling my wife frigging off her clit knowing full well what was now going on here between us incensed me enough that I was bound and determined to win this little contest of wills, and so I did the unthinkable. I faked an orgasm.

Yeah, I know....but sometimes there wasn't all that much cum...especially if I was in a hurry...so I was banking on that for one thing. In the next instant I slammed into her as far and as deep as I could go, held myself there, and groaned and yelled as though I was spilling my spunk into her cunt. I even throbbed my dick through muscle control, as though it was spurting inside of her perhaps. And I hoped that's what she thought I was actually doing, even if I wasn't. She was still busily masturbating herself with one hand trying to reach orgasm as well when I pulled out of her and stood up and away from the bed. Cindy didn't even look at me, but continued to frig her cunt, as I turned and walked out of the bedroom heading for the guest bath rather than using our own private bath connecting our room. I figured Cindy would soon be using that, and moments later when I heard the door slam, I knew that she was.

In the guest bath, I soon jerked my prick off into the wide open toilet bowl cunt that awaited me, and with far less satisfaction than I would have preferred, flushed my curdled spendings out of sight, though not quite out of mind as I stood there wondering just how much damage I....we actually, had done to our marriage.

Thankfully I had enough outside chores to keep me busy the rest of the afternoon, but more importantly away from Cindy. Inevitably it was soon time to drive over to our friends place for dinner. Shelly and Cindy had been friends for a number of years, married about the same length of time that Cindy and I had been, she and Frank had what most people would call the perfect marriage. In all the time we'd known them, I'd never seen them argue or fight about anything. Disagree yes, of course....but always playfully so, and never with any indication that one or the other of them would pay for it later. And the other thing I enjoyed about our relationship with them was that Shelly was very attractive, as was her husband Frank. Both Shelly and Frank were flirtatious, a fact that had neither bothered nor upset either Cindy or myself at any time. Maybe it was because Cindy knew her friend so well that she never felt threatened by all the sexy little innuendo's that she would shoot my way during the course of an evening. Frank had been much the same way with Cindy, and I think she liked the attention from that, as on occasion it HAD been the catalyst to some rather intense lovemaking between Cindy and I afterwards. Though again, not usually that same night as we always arrived home rather late whenever we'd gone over there. 


Sweet, Sweet Revenge



Summary: An angry ex gets back at her bisexual ex-lover. Written for a dear friend—any resemblance to anyone in real life is just intended as a mind-fuck. First thing I've ever written, so, forewarning, it might be terrible. 

*

I felt a tingle run through my body as I slowly approached the house...my feet padding softly through the grass. It was past midnight—nearly everyone had gone to bed...except for that special someone. And by special, I meant victim. 

I carefully inspected the house, trying to figure out a way in. It was pretty hot out—maybe one of the windows had been left open? I checked each and every window, until I found one on the second story that had been forgotten. My stomach twisted—I was terrified of heights. There WAS rope in my bag...and there was a rather conveniently placed tree right by the window. Trees weren't so bad, as far as heights went... I could get up them just fine and still feel safe. 

But what if they have a gun? I asked myself. Do you really want to die over some stupid revenge fantasy? 

Tough call. I decided to climb the tree—if it was the right room, I'd continue on with my plans. If it wasn't, I'd get the fuck out of there. 

I tied a loop in the rope and threw it towards the tree until it finally caught on a branch. I pulled it down the limb until it was closer to the trunk and then pulled it taut. Perfect...

Using my toes, I began to climb up to the lowest branch. I wished that I'd brought a pair of gloves—I could fastrope back down when it was time to leave. Maybe he had a pair that I could steal and use to make a quick getaway...

After some time, I made my way up to the window. I took a quick peek in. The lights were off, but I could see the glare of a computer screen. No one was in front of it...perfect. I could slip in, hide, and wait for him to come back...if it was the right room. 

I crawled in, carefully looking for any nightstands or bookshelves immediately by the window. Nothing—it was perfectly clear. I gingerly stepped down, and, my curiosity getting the better of me, crept over to the computer. A quick glance at the story confirmed that I was in the right room. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Of course that little slut would be reading dirty stories about other men at this time of night. 

There was a creak right outside of the door—and a familiar voice. I quickly crawled beneath his bed, scooting back far enough that I could just barely see.

"Yeah, we haven't really talked in a few weeks. She's doing good, from what I've seen." A pause. "It's been hard for both of us, but it had to be done. How do you take care of someone with her...energy...from a thousand miles away? It's not possible. I mean shit, I thought I had high energy. That girl puts me to shame." 

We'll see just how high my damn energy is when you get off the fucking phone...

He talked to his friend for what seemed like hour...I almost fell asleep. Finally, the phone clicked off and I could hear him shuffling around, the light of the computer went out and the bed shifted. He must be about to go to sleep... 

But not until I was done with him. 

Carefully, I reached into my bag and found a plastic bag full of damp cloths. I slowly crawled from underneath the bed, and crouched beside it. His back was to me and he was reading something on his phone. The site was familiar—the same he'd been reading on the computer...and this position would give me the most advantage. I wasn't a delicate little thing, but I wasn't big either. He had a good forty lbs on me. 

I sat there for a few minutes, observing his breathing. I waited for him to inhale before holding my breath and pulling out one of the cloths. On his exhale, I pressed the cloth hard to his face and wrapped my legs around him. He was forced to inhale the chloroform—it's one thing to hold your breath when your lungs are full. It's something completely different when you have no air at all. 

He was thrashing hard, trying to get away. I held on even tighter, my heart beating extremely fast. I wasn't sure how well I could hold on, but he seemed to be weakening. 

"Mmph! MMM! Mmm..."

He was slowing down, his hands pulling at my wrist, but unable to fully pull me away. I waited ten seconds after he stopped moving to pull the cloth away—I didn't want to hurt him.

That badly.

I pulled him over onto his back, pulling his arms up above his head, and set to work. 

Two leather cuffs were fitted around his wrists and pulled tight—not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to bite in just a little. I clipped them to two straps that I attached to his bedposts, tugging at them to ensure they wouldn't come loose. 

Next, I blindfolded him, pulling the scarf so tight that he couldn't open his eyes if he wanted to. He was starting to stir...but I wasn't done yet. 

"What the—mmph!" 

I shoved the penis gag I had ready roughly into his mouth, pulling the four straps through one D-ring before securing the Velcro fasteners. It was fairly large—he gagged for a second before he got used to the intrusion. I watched as he shook his head, making muffled sounds of confusion and discomfort. He squirmed, trying to dislodge the gag, and pull his hands free of the cuffs encircling his wrists. His cries were getting louder.

"Shut up, bitch," I hissed at him, slapping his face hard. He jerked and quieted slightly. 

I began to unfasten his pants, pulling them down to his knees. I could see his dick starting to harden beneath his underwear. Of course—he WAS just reading dirty stories, after all... I thought about riding him right there and then...

There were still more goodies to come, however. After all, he had spent so much time telling me how much he wanted to fuck other males and how hot all the fucking males within ten feet were whenever we went out. Like I wasn't adequate enough... Like I wouldn't do what he REALLY wanted.

See, that was the idea of this whole encounter. It was my little revenge. I wanted to make him pay for all of those little comments and all the begging me to let him fuck some other guy, or telling me how he wanted to get fucked by this guy or that guy...or who he wanted to suck his dick or... I could feel my temper rising. He'd get exactly what he wanted tonight—whether he liked it or not!

I pulled out one of the next to last goodies out of my bag—the same bag that we'd used during each and every one of our little rendezvous. It was a harness along with a vibrator attachment. 

I put it on and pulled his underwear down, setting his cock free. I pulled at it, making him harden in my hand. He moaned and I slapped him again.

"Someone said you're allowed to enjoy this, right?"

He shook his head frantically, bucking his hips slightly. I straddled him and began to lick my way up and down his chest, before attacking his neck with a barrage of kisses and sucks and licks...one of his major turn on spots. He moaned again, and bucked harder. I gripped his cock in my hand and squeezed hard, listening to him yelp and moan. 

"Don't think you're going to get off easily," I whispered menacingly in his ear, increasing my grip. He stopped bucking, whimpering in pain. "This is just the start." 

I relinquished my hold on his dick and began to remove his gag, thrusting it in and out of his mouth to make him choke a little before setting it next to us on the bed. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

I pinched his lips together.

"Listen motherfucker. You're going to shut your cock-sucking lips and do exactly what the fuck I tell you to."

"Mmm!"

I released his lips. "Open your mouth."

He hesitated for a second, and I pinched both his lips and his nostrils shut too, making it hard for him to breathe. I held on for thirty seconds, then released his lips. His mouth opened wide, gasping in air. I held his head and stuck the tip of the vibrator into his mouth.

"I suggest you get it good and wet, unless you want your next experience to be more painful than necessary. It's up to you," I said. 

I really didn't give a fuck. 

Slowly, I began to fuck his face with the vibrator, picking up speed and then dropping it, never letting him get used to the rhythm. I reached back and felt for his cock. It was even harder than before.

"You fucking slut. You're getting off on this and you don't even have a real cock in your mouth." 

He moaned in reply and I shoved it deep into his throat before pulling it out. 

"No—"

I shoved the gag back into his mouth and started to secure it before I decided to leave it out. I wanted to hear what exactly he had to say when I moved onward with things. 

Reaching back into my bag, I pulled out a little bottle of lube, and rubbed it all over the vibrator before finding his asshole and smearing some all around it.

"You might wanna fucking relax," I said in his ear, flipping the switch. The vibrator was situated right up against my clit... I couldn't let him have all the fun, after all. 

He looked confused... not his usual expression. I snorted, and pressed the tip of the vibrator up against his ass. He began to writhe.

"Nonononono—ahhh..."

I shoved it in, ignoring his whimpers of protest. I slowly fucked him, pressing the vibrator up against my clit with every thrust. I felt less resistance after a few minutes and began to thrust harder, feeling the vibrations all the way down to my toes. 

It was time to take things up a notch. I flipped the switch again and took the vibrations up higher and higher until he was bucking against me, arching his back, and moaning. I kept thrusting and thrusting until I felt myself cumming, my juices running down my thigh, and I felt him spurt all over my stomach. I turned off the vibrator and pulled out of him before removing the harness. 

We were both covered in sweat...but I wasn't done yet. 

"Yuck. Your fucking spunk is all over me, you nasty fuck." I wiped all of the cum off of my belly and struck him across the face, smearing it across his cheek. It didn't REALLY bother me...but there's a method to the madness of degradation...might as well just fucking roll with it. 

"Who are you?" he asked quietly. I ignored his question, instead focusing on his wrists. They were bleeding slightly from his struggling. I tsked tsked and grabbed the gag. I didn't want him to accidentally bite off his tongue or anything like that... I shoved it back deep inside his mouth and secured it.

I then began to play with his neck and chest again, licking and sucking until I felt his erection pressing up against me. I began to rub my pussy up and down his length, feeling his hardness stimulating my clit. I sighed in pleasure and he started to move with me. 

It felt so good that I decided not to slap him.

Slowly, I pushed up so I was no longer pressed against him, and slid onto him, gasping as he penetrated me. He pulled at his bindings, moaning, and for a second, I almost wanted to let him loose. Common sense took over—he was bigger and stronger than I was. 

And I was running out of time—it was almost four in the morning. 

"Fuck..." 

I slid off of him, and searched his sock drawer. Sure enough, there was the pair of gloves I was looking for. I put them on, gathered up everything except for what was binding him to the bed, and grabbed up my chloroform cloths. I pressed one to his face and watched as he struggled to hold in his breath once again. And, once again, he lost. 

I worked quickly to remove everything from him, turned him onto his side, just in case he got sick, and crawled out the window. I fastroped down the rope and cut off as much as I could reach, then sprinted back to my car.

***

Later that day, I received a text message, simply saying,

"Thank you for last night. :) Same time next week?"



Sweet, Sweet Revenge



Elizabeth sipped from her cup of hot chocolate as she sat in the dining room, enjoying the panoramic view of the steep, ragged cliff-line bending around the foamy, white coastline. A blanket of green, tall grass flowed between the light sands of the beach and the back patio. She smiled softly as she enjoyed the soft moment of relaxation, looking forward to tomorrow's homecoming of her husband, John, from a three-day long business trip. 

John sat at the desk in his hotel suite, diligently tapping away on his laptop, finishing up the final details on the final draft of a proposal that would land his company a huge contract and a much larger than expected windfall of profits; millions more. He tried to keep focused, resisting the temptation to explore the options his inevitable six-figure bonus would afford he and Elizabeth. 

Fred, John's boss, was in a more celebrative mood. He watched his wife, Marsha, fresh out of the shower wrapped only in a towel and pattering her face with makeup as she sat in front of the mirror in their hotel room. He said, "Just have to dot the 'i's' and cross the 't's' and we have a deal ~ a BIG deal!"

Marsha's reserved smile bounced off the mirror in his direction. "And you thought John couldn't pull it off" she quietly muttered.

Fred rolled his eyes at her. "John, John, John. I am fucking tired of hearing about how great John is." 

Marsha avoided anymore eye contact, anymore dialogue, anymore anything. 

Elizabeth watched as the white surf rolled up over the smooth sand, then slithered back out to the churning waters of the bay. She mused on the memory of the passionate farewell she and John had shared while walking hand-in-hand along those sea-soaked sands just a couple of days ago.

John paused for a moment, stretched his legs and clasped his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. He allowed his mind a brief break, embracing the mental image he had stored in his mind just a couple days ago when they had walked in the ankle-deep surf washing over them. Elizabeth was wrapped in a sheer, white cover-up, her daring bikini thinly veiled. The ocean breeze brushing her hair over her shoulders and causing her cover-up to cling to her body, advertising the curves of her amazing body. 

Fred glared at Marsha. His borderline abusive, inarguably aggressive nature flared as he stood up and walked up behind her. He twisted her head so that her face pointed towards her shoulder. He fumbled with his slacks and tugged down his zipper, flipping out his cock so that it flopped over her shoulder inches away from her face.

"You cock-sucking bitch. I am fucking tired of hearing about John. Shut the fuck up and leave your mouth for what you are good for." He forced his cock in her mouth Once again Marsha was caught in the middle of a conflict to which she was no stranger. The price to be paid for enjoying the riches that came with her bastard of a husband. 

Elizabeth moved to the couch, pleasure filtering from her mind to the rest of her body as she relived those moments of John's adoration, the dizzy delight of his eyes dancing over her body in a wanton, yet loving way. His lips meeting hers. His tongue dancing with hers. His unsolicited words as he looked into her eyes and said, "I love you, babe."

John felt his cock throbbing in his pants as he dug deeper into his mind's photo album, tracing the curves of Elizabeth's 36c breasts, admiring the pink hue of her large, tennis-ball sized nipples, hardened by her own arousal. His senses reminding him of how soft her flesh was in his mouth, how sweet her nipples tasted. 

Marsha nearly gagged on Fred's cock forced into her mouth. She sucked because she had to, not because she wanted to. She tried to ignore the undesirable, salty flavor that assaulted her tongue. Fred grunted as he forced his cock against the inner wall of her cheek.

Elizabeth laid back on the couch, her senses almost able to hear John's soft moans of pleasure as she reflected on how he nuzzled his mouth over her breasts. She felt her own wetness sticky between her folds, craving his touch. 

In a matter of moments, Fred's assault of Marsha's mouth erupted with a quick and sudden ejaculation which gratified his soulless lust and selfish greed. As he stuffed his cock back in his shorts he sneered at Marsha, a mix of his cum and her saliva dripping from her chin and dangling down to her flesh and towel. "Get fucking cleaned up, Marsha. We have a deal to close in less than an hour."

John reached down and slid his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing his hard cock that was craving Elizabeth's touch, her body, her perfect, married pussy. His mind strained to balance his desire for his sweet wife with the urgent task at hand. Precum glistened on his cockhead as he battled the choices before him; finish the document or stroke to his well-worn images of Elizabeth.

Marsha refused to let Fred see her appear weak. It was not until she re-entered the shower that she trembled and shed a tear, feeling the anger and despair resulting from his repeated, brutish treatment of her. She had never, ever had an inappropriate thought towards John. Fred's suspicions were borne from his own perversions and insecurities and fragile ego. But, Marsha admitted to herself, if she could ever choose a replacement, certainly John was the gold-standard.

Elizabeth tried to count the hours remaining until she would be back in John's arms, but her mind was fuzzy and dazed as her arousal flooded over her. The only thing she could count was the mental vision of his two hands gliding over her body and caressing her with sensual strokes. 

John counted the minutes left before the meeting when this document would be presented. He frustratingly returned to the keyboard, hard cock still exposed, as he labored to finish the task. 

Mark reflected on what Marsha had said. How, in his craven opinion, she made a big deal of John's role on this big deal. The more he looped her words over in his mind, the more angry he became. His heart was beating harder. He glanced at the clock and murmured to himself, "20 goddamn minutes."

Elizabeth dipped a single finger between her folds and felt the warm, sticky lubricant that smoothed over her married pussy and beckoned her sweet husband's love. 

Marsha stepped out of the shower, not yet even able to secure her body with a towel when Fred yanked her out of the bathroom and back in front of the mirror. He stood behind her, facing her towards the mirror, as he reached around with one hand trying to force his middle finger up inside her cunt as his other hand clenched her jaw, forcing her attention to see their reflections in the mirror. "Is this where you want to feel his fucking cock, bitch?! You want to let your hero fuck you right here?" He pumped her with his finger a couple of times then flung her aside.

John heaved a sigh of relief as he printed out the document, proud of his efforts and relieved that he managed to meet the deadline in the face of such erotic headwinds.

Elizabeth arched her back as she felt the imaginary touch of John's throbbing cock sliding against her swollen folds.

Marsha crumpled in a heap as Fred flung her naked body to the ground with an angry flex of his impulsive will. "Stay the fuck here" he snarled at her. "Neither John or I need you."

John rushed to get dressed.

Elizabeth felt a rush of euphoria ripple over her body.

Marsha whimpered as she heard the hotel door slam shut as Fred left her. She wished he would leave her for good. She tried to battle against dangerous thoughts, but could not fight off the tidal wave of emotions flooding through her heart. 

John met mark in the hallway outside the conference room. They quickly conferred over and reviewed the final details before them. John's cock was no more than ten minutes removed from the hot images of Elizabeth's body delicately revealed beneath the sheer fabric of her cover-up. Fred was still seething at what he perceived to be John's hero-status to Marsha.

Fred tersely said to John, "Let me do the talking. We can't afford to fuck this one up." 

John swallowed his pride and good sense, nodding at Mark as he smartly said, "Whatever you say, boss."  BOSS.  It was a respectful, yet impersonal way to address Mark. It was the best John could do.

Marsha's naked body convulsed on the bed as she sobbed, signs of a crack in the dam of her pent up emotions.

Elizabeth's exposed body quivered on the couch as she absorbed the pleasure of her own fingers playing the part of her husband's tender loving.

John smiled outwardly at Mark, disguising his inner thoughts that appraised Mark as a fucking idiot.

Mark smirked at John, barely veiling his disdain for John's efforts and punishing him for the nonexistent transgressions conjured up in his own, irrational mind.

Marsha picked up her cellphone and considered making the call that she for so long had fought off. The call she had so often wanted to make, but didn't. The call that would most likely change everything. The call that would expose her deepest secret and dare to admit her never before spoken desire.

Elizabeth glanced at her cellphone on the table next to the couch, wondering if John was available. Wondering if she called if he would answer so she could hear his voice for just a brief moment and enjoy the post orgasmic cuddles of his long-distance presence. 

Mark blundered. John made the save. Millions were made. Yet the boss's twisted mind refused to celebrate anything that he deemed as more lore for the 'great John' who his misguided mind viewed as the competition. As the parties shook hands...

Marsha's trembling fingers reached for her phone.

Elizabeth's pussy-scented hand cradled her phone.

Marsha paused, then finally spoke, saying things that sounded so foreign, so unlike her, so far removed from all the denials she had asserted for such a long time. The dam broke open. She finally was admitting what she had for so long denied. There was no stopping the flood now.

Elizabeth listened, her phone delivering to her ear words that flooded over her. With her body flush and her mind racing, the words filling her mind effected her in ways she could never have imagined.

The final hours of that business trip drained the sands of time from the hourglass. Marsha knew her phone call had changed everything. She sat awkwardly between Fred and John during the brief flight home. Numb. Dazed. Nervous as hell. 

They exchanged awkward pleasantries as they departed the airport, heading in their separate directions. 

John arrived home and stepped inside the entry way. He was eager to fuck. His arousal was almost at an animalistic level of lust. 

Mark and Marsha were mere moments from their home, barely one cozy mile away from where John and Elizabeth lived.

John found a cryptic note from Elizabeth taped to the inside of the front door. He dropped his bag and slowly read it.

 My Love. If you are reading this, then you have returned home before me. I want you. I need you. I am presently putting the final touches on a gift that is long overdue. I will explain as soon as I get home and am safely in your loving arms. Love, Elizabeth. 

Fred and Marsha stepped inside their front door. They found a masked intruder awaiting them. Without a word of warning, shots were fired. One... two... three. Fred fell lifeless to the ground. 

No more than ten minutes later, Elizabeth arrived home and rushed into the arms of John. "You are shaking like a leaf! What is wrong?"

"It's over" Elizabeth said. "Finally."

"What is over?" John asked in confusion.

"My sister called me last night. She told me everything. I had to help her the only way I knew how."

"Oh my god, Lizzy. What did you do?!"

"I did the only thing left that would free Marsha. He's gone John. I shot him. I killed him. Fred is dead."

Marsha blubbered as the police questioned her. 

John was numb as Elizabeth confided the truth to her.

Fred was dead... stone, cold, dead. The investigation would grow cold. 

Perverted justice? Perhaps. Sweet justice? Absolutely.



Sweet Sweet Revenge



We'd been there long enough for Frank to fix us all a drink when I saw that Shelly had ushered Cindy off into a corner somewhere. Like a sister, she seemed to always know when something was bothering Cindy, and she would always seem to draw Cindy off to one side and ferret out from her whatever it was that was going on. I knew neither of them kept secrets from one another, though I doubted Shelly had nearly as many to share with Cindy as my wife did with her.

"How's business going for you Tom?" Frank asked me, trying to garner my attention away from the sudden disappearance of our wives. I emptied my glass handing it back to him for a refill.

"Fine." I said simply, letting him know I wasn't in the mood to discuss business, but that I was in the mood to suddenly get drunk. Frank poured us each another full glass and then led me outside to the patio where he turned the steaks on the barbeque grill.

"Listen Tom, I don't mean to pry or anything, but obviously the two of you have had some sort of a fight. If you guys don't feel like being here, we'd understand, there's no sense in spending the evening together if you're going to be miserable. And besides, we're good enough friends that I feel I can tell you.....I don't particularly want to share your misery this evening if that's all right with you."

I liked Frank. Though Shelly was Cindy's best friend, I'd have to say that Frank had become mine as well.

"I'm sorry Frank, yeah....we sort of did have a little spat earlier in the day, and I guess it's kind of lingered on over into the evening. But no....I don't want to spoil the evening, or yours and Shelly's for that matter either. I'm sure once Cindy's had a chance to get it off her chest by talking to Shelly, that she'll be in a better mood, and I'm sure once she is...I will be too." 

"Rare?" Frank asked flipping the steaks.

"Yeah...." I told him.

"Me too....like my steaks all nice and juicy, just like my women."

I shot him a look. "Women?" I asked. "I can't imagine you wanting or needing to be with any other women besides Shelly." I told him. "Aren't the two of you the happily married perfect couple?"

Frank laughed. "Course we are buddy. But what do you think helps us keep it that way?"

"Good sex?" I countered sarcastically, remembering the afternoon's fiasco.

"That....and an understanding wife, and lover."

"Well Shelly's that, I'll say that much."

"Yes....and sexy as hell too wouldn't you agree?" Frank asked.

We'd often joked about our wives before of course, and talked about all the secret naughty little things they enjoyed doing in the bedroom. Guy talk of course. But I'd never once heard Frank mention anything about any other women in all the years I'd known him.

"Ever fool around Frank?" I asked boldly, not knowing for sure if I'd stepped over that imaginary line or not.

Frank glanced up at me knowingly. "Not without Shelly being there." He told me honestly. You could have knocked me over with a feather. 

"Seriously?"

"We're not swingers or anything like that if that's what you mean." Frank said. "But we have had a couple of threesomes in the past, and even a wife-swapping foursome once or twice. Just a little added spice to our sex-life, and it's seemed to keep the intimacy between the two of us constantly heated. Like I said, we don't do something like that all the time, matter of fact, it's been nearly six month's now since we have done anything."

I had to fix myself another drink while Frank stood tending the steaks so I could digest what it was he'd just told me. When I returned, I handed him a fresh one as well, and took up where we'd left off.

"You don't get jealous or anything when you see someone else fucking your wife?" I stated a little vulgarly. But I wanted to test his reaction to it.

"The first time I was....a little I guess. But I was really excited too Tom. Thing is, I trust my wife, and she trusts me. We've never done anything outside of one another's knowing or being there. So that way there's no distrust or suspicion. We can openly express ourselves in front of one another, have fun, enjoy sex just simply for sex, and not mix love and pleasure with it unless we're alone together. It's not a formula that works for everyone, but it works for us."

"Is that why you've never made any moves...or suggested to us that you'd be interested in...well you know, including us?" I asked.

Frank laughed. "Yeah....one of the reasons I guess. We didn't want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship for one thing. And for the other, Shelly's not attracted to you either."

I felt my face flush with sudden embarrassment. And then Frank gave me more than a soft punch into my arm. "I'm just fucking with you buddy. Matter of fact, we have discussed it yes, but I guess we felt if it was meant to happen, then it would provided it was under the right circumstances, and that the mood and the opportunity was perfect for us to approach the two of you about it. Obviously, it never has really. And again...neither one of us wanted to push it or pressure either one of you into doing something you weren't comfortable with. I take it your not real happy with your sex-life at the moment." He added.

I then proceeded to tell Frank everything that had happened, including running into my ex-wife at the dealership. How that had set me off emotionally, and how I had come home to take out those frustrations on Cindy, who in turn simply added to those frustrations by her seemingly lack of any interest in me of late.

"Maybe the two of you need to go and spend a romantic weekend together, maybe go up to that fabulous, being wasted cabin of yours."

Frank and I had been going up there for years, during the hunting season. But it was about the only time it was ever used. "A lot of cabin for so little hunting." He'd once told me. And it was. Cindy hated going up there for one thing. Not that she was opposed to the out of doors, she loved it in fact, and we'd spent many vacations traveling and camping in a tent no less. 

"Cindy hates the place." I told him honestly. "Mainly because she knows it was where Silvia and I spent our honeymoon together, amongst other things."

"So why don't you sell it? I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding a buyer."

Almost immediately Silvia came to mind of course. Even after all this time I'm sure she'd still love to by the place.

"Oh...I'm sure I could. But you know, it's been in the family for so long and I've always hoped that Cindy would warm up to it some day, but she never has of course."

About that time we heard Cindy and Shelly make there way downstairs from the bedroom. "Looks like they've had their little chat." Frank whispered conspiratorially to me. "We'll finish this discussion later."

I turned and was surprised to see Cindy actually smile at me. And not the "I'll get you later" kind of evil or mischievous smile either, but a genuine one. And so...I smiled back at her.

"Frank? I need you to run to the store." Shelly told him.

"What for?"

"We need new lettuce. The lettuce I bought a couple of days ago is too wilted, and I don't want to serve a limp salad."

"But you're the expert." Frank told her lamely, obviously not wanting to really go.

"No problem....Cindy will go with you." She told him. And then Frank shot me a curious look, which I returned. And once again whispered to me over the flare and sizzle of the steaks on the grill.

"Me thinks something's afoot!" Frank said in a poor English accent. "Ok honey!" He announced then. "I'm sure that Tom can baby-sit the steaks until we get back." He turned to me even as he pushed the steaks off into the corners of the grill and turned the heat down low. "We won't be gone long either!" He warned. "I'm not about to ruin four good steaks just so you and Shelly can have a little talk!"

Neither of us had any real idea what was going on here, but it was obvious that Shelly wanted to be alone with me.

"Don't worry Tom....she won't try anything without me here. So if you're worried she's going to try and seduce you while we're gone, she won't. Not until we're back at least so I can watch!" With that Frank gave me another punch to the shoulder, then gathered up my wife throwing an arm around her waist and escorting her hurriedly out the front door.

Shelly and I both watched them go until the door closed, and then she immediately walked over towards me.

"Cindy and I had a little chat." She began. "I think the two of you have both been working too hard for one thing. And for the other....you've allowed yourselves to get into a rut, sexually speaking." She added.

I wasn't surprised by Shelly's openness; she'd always been that way. But knowing what I did now put a whole other light on the subject. 

"So....what do you suggest?" I said playing along.

"I think maybe you and Cindy need a tune up of sorts." She told me. "Something to put some spark back into your marriage. Are you willing to try that? Do something a little out there perhaps that might put a little get in your giddy up?"

"Hell Shelly...at this point I'm willing to do just about anything. I've already had one failed marriage, and I'm damned if I want to go through another one."

"Good." Shelly said. "Cindy pretty much told me the same thing. I asked her the same thing I'm going to ask you now. Do you trust Frank and I?"

"Of course." I told her, suddenly finding myself becoming rather excited as the hint of possibilities began to dance around in my mind here.

"Do you think you could handle seeing Cindy and Frank together?" She asked pointedly.

I was staring at her barely concealed breasts. Cindy was wearing a rather tight fitting tank top as she usually did, but I noticed now for the first time that she obviously wasn't wearing a bra.

"I don't think I'd have any problems with it. After all, I do know and trust Frank." I told her honestly. "But it's not me I'm worried about....it's Cindy. I'm not sure how she'd react to.......well to....you know."

"You and I fucking you mean?"

"Well...yes, since you put it that way."

"Like I said...we've already spoken about it."

"She said she was ok with that?" I asked incredulously.

"Well....she spent some time thinking about it yes. But after I assured her that if at any time she decided it was a bad idea, or if either one of you became uncomfortable, then we'd stop...no matter what. Could you agree to those terms as well?"

I shook my head up and down excitedly like a kid on a sugar high. "Whew." I exclaimed. "So....how do we go about this?" I asked anxiously.

"Let Frank and I direct things." She said. "We'll have, and enjoy our dinner, then I thought we'd sit and soak in the hot-tub for a while....naked of course. A little wine, relaxation, some stimulating conversation, and then Frank and I will start to fool around a little. If the two of you find this exciting, then you guys do the same. We'll just let things sort of go from there and see what happens."

"I'd better turn the steaks." I told her, needing a moment to digest what she'd just told me, and wondering if the grin I'd seen on my wife's face had been one of curious excitement, or revengeful glee at finding a way to get back at me. For a brief moment I wasn't exactly sure which one it had been and actually worried about it. A few minutes later, Frank returned with a new head of lettuce.

"We're back! How's the steaks?" He asked.

"Medium rare." I quipped. So you'd better hurry with the rest of dinner, or you'll be going out for more steaks." Once again Cindy gave me a curious look, wondering I'm sure what my reaction had been to Shelly's question. I smiled back at her, and nodded my head, which seemed to take her by surprise a little; though she said nothing and simply nodded her own head back at me.

Dinner was great even though the steaks were slightly overdone. As Shelly had told me, we ended up in the hot-tub after it had gotten dark, but I was glad to see that they kept the inside lights of the hot-tub off as we all settled down into the soothing bubbling water... naked.

Frank had picked out a nice bottle of wine to sit in the tub and relax with. Cindy liked wine preferably anyway, and I was happy to see Frank refilling her glass. Usually she nursed a single glass of wine in one sitting, so obviously even in this respect she was letting her hair down a little. We quickly polished off that bottle, and Frank poured my wife yet a third glass, which she gratefully accepted before sitting back as it happened between Frank and Shelly. The 'game-plan' had been for Frank and Shelly to more or less start things, and then see how Cindy and I reacted from there. That all changed suddenly and dramatically.

"Shelly? You and I were roommates all through college together. How come you never made any advances towards me during all that time?" She asked her from out of the blue.

It was obvious the wine had lessened my wife's inhibitions. Not only physically as she was sitting in the tub naked, but mentally as well since she'd come right out and asked her friend such a thing in the first place.

"To begin with silly.....I'd never done anything with another woman before, not until after Frank and I were married, and then not for quite some time after that. So it wasn't like I was entertaining thoughts of being with another woman during college. If I had...I probably would have approached you back then." She said.

Cindy thought about that for a moment and then blew everyone away. "I used to wonder in bed at night as we lay there sleeping together what it might be like to be with you."

"Really?" Shelly said.

"Yeah....especially when I'd catch you masturbating at night when you thought I was asleep." She told her.

"So then, did seeing Shelly playing with herself turn you on?" Frank asked. And then I watched as he slid over to the other side of his wife and between the two women and placed his hand down beneath the water...obviously between Shelly's legs.

"Yes...it did." Cindy confessed. "And then I would do it sometimes too...thinking about it."

"Shelly loves to masturbate." Frank announced. "Still does. And I love watching her do it. Do you?" He asked turning slightly to look at my wife.

"Used to. But I admit...it's been a while since I have." She stated openly.

"I've never seen you do it." I told her. "Not even once."

"I know. I used to do it nearly every day, but then I started to worry that if I was masturbating so much, that maybe I was taking something away from you...so I quit."

"Hell....I jack off every day myself!" Frank exclaimed proudly. 

Cindy seemed surprised at that and looked across him towards Shelly. "Doesn't that bother you?" She asked. "I mean....what if he's just finished jerking off and you're suddenly in the mood or something?"

"Then Frank tells me he just finished jerking off....and I give him a little while to recover. No secrets....no regrets, no hard feelings. Hell Cindy, sometimes I've just finished giving my pussy a work out with one of my vibrators, and Frank comes to bed all stiff and excited. Works both ways. And usually...most of the time we end up having even better second orgasms together afterwards. Sort of like priming the pump as it were, and it ends up making our lovemaking sessions last all the longer...and all the better in the long run. But even IF one of us still isn't in the mood...which is rare, but which has happened, we still take care of one another if the need and desire is there. Sometimes Frank just goes down on me until I cum, and then we call it a night. Or occasionally, if I don't feel like I'm ready to go again, I still treat him to something special, like one of my world-class blowjobs. But the point is...we don't deny one another anything, and we respect each other's needs, wants and desires. Bottom line you guys....we communicate!"

Cindy looked across the tub at where I was sitting. "Do you jack off?" She asked me.

This wasn't exactly a subject I was comfortable with....especially confessing not only to my wife, but to our best friends. At least I had a number of drinks to blame it on later. "Yes...occasionally." I qualified. 

"How often?" Cindy pressed. And I noticed that both Shelly and Frank sat there expectantly waiting to hear my response.

"Oh...I don't know, maybe every other day or so." I told her. "Did you this morning?" She asked me out of the blue.

I had been in fact....during my morning shower. Cindy had come into the bathroom to hang up fresh towels as she did every weekend. I had been jerking myself off and hadn't heard her come into the bathroom initially. When I did, I quickly stopped, and appeared to be merely washing myself instead. Though we had one of those slightly opaque, distorted glass shower/tub enclosures, you could still faintly see one another inside the shower whenever you were looking through the glass. Obviously she had seen a little more than I thought she had.

"Yes." I said simply. "I was. But I stopped when you came into the bathroom. Why?"

"Just wondering." 

"Is that why you weren't interested in fooling around after I got home from the dealership?" I asked....realization suddenly dawning on me. "Was it because you were mad at me for jerking off?"

"Go on Cindy." Shelly said. "Answer him, remember.......honesty and communication? Remember what we talked about?" She prompted.

"Yes....I guess I was, a little." She finally managed. "It made me horny thinking about it. But then I got angry, thinking you'd rather play with yourself instead of me. And then after you left, I went upstairs and satisfied myself, and then was feeling guilty about that, since I also knew I'd disrupted what you'd been doing. So when you got home, and wanted to fool around with me, I thought it was just because you were still horny from jacking off...but never finishing this morning. And because I had JUST finished getting off myself....I wasn't exactly in the mood at that moment."

"See? Now isn't that a lot better?" Shelly exclaimed. "All that heartache and anger over nothing!" She announced proudly. "All of which could have been avoided if you'd simply told one another what was really going on."

And I sat in the corner of the tub simply grinning foolishly. Maybe that's what Cindy thought had happened.....but that wasn't exactly the whole truth. And now I really did feel like a piece of shit. Frank was giving me a knowing look as well. I knew he wouldn't tell Shelly the whole story that much was and would remain between us at least. And I know he also knew I was feeling a little bit like a heel at this moment too, so there was some satisfaction in it for him over that.

The 'mood' had turned dramatically from the way it had started out however, and realizing that good old Frank worked on turning that ship about.

"Well now that we know all about your naughty little secret regarding Shelly, is that a curiosity you still might be willing to satisfy?"

That made Cindy laugh...although somewhat nervously. But at least it seemed to lighten the sudden tension we were all feeling. Even the obvious motions of Frank's hand beneath the water as he played with his wife hadn't helped all that much, though I for one had certainly continued to notice it. And now...as Cindy looked over towards Shelly a bit shyly perhaps in affirmation of that secret desire, she seemed to pick up on what Frank was doing to her friend.

"I can't believe I didn't notice what you were doing until now." She remarked.

Now it was Shelly's turn to giggle. "Hmmm, I'll say. And he's doing a rather nice job of it too." She added.

Frank gave me a quick glance from across the tub, and I knew immediately what he was asking just in the way he looked at me. I gave him an equally quick nod of the head, and waited. Frank had both hands beneath the water, and the subtle telltale movement wasn't missed by me either. I knew then that he had placed his other hand in my wife's lap. She in turn appeared startled for a brief moment, and looked immediately in my direction. I simply smiled at her, nodded, and moved my own hand beneath the water to my cock and began to toy with it in happy expectation of things to come.




Sweet Sweet Revenge



It had been a while since I'd seen that wild-eyed expression on my wife's face. And I realized just how much I had missed seeing it.

"I think we're being poor hosts here." Shelly suddenly announced. And then she stood up and made the short trip over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. I felt her hand seek me out beneath the water, and I tensed at her touch, and shot a quick look over towards my wife. Cindy however had her head tilted back against the headrest, eyes closed, and a beatific expression of bliss on her face as Frank continued to fondle and play with her pussy beneath the water. Seeing this, I now reached over and began doing the same thing to Shelly.

"Goodness Cindy. Had I of known just how fucking big your husband's cock was, I'd have tried doing this a LONG time ago." She said.

I suddenly felt a little awkward, and slightly embarrassed having my best friends wife so blatantly comparing me to him like this. 

"Don't worry Tom. She says that about ALL the guys whose cock's she's felt up. I think she does it just to tease me, that.....and stroke the guy's egos. Though I'm sure she's stroking a lot more than just your ego about now."

Cindy had opened her eyes of course, and was also glancing across the tub towards the two of us. Then I saw her sit up slightly and reach over as well. "Besides which Cindy.....Frank's got just as nice a cock as Tom does." She finished.

We all sat there for a time after that silently playing with one another so that only the sounds of our breathing could be heard. The atmosphere was definitely different now, and it was obvious that things would soon head one way or the other. Up until now, a little mindless groping and finger-play hadn't been all that big of a deal. But the truth of the matter was, how much further would things go, and how would either Cindy or I respond to it when it did? Even I wasn't as certain as I thought I would be.

"Listen...I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm turning into a prune here. Why don't we towel off and move this on into the house?" Shelly suggested. "Frank? Why don't you grab us another bottle of wine and take it on up to the bedroom?"

There...she'd said it. Opened the door. And my only question now was...would Cindy and I walk through it together?

"Not sure about any more wine for me." My wife said standing up. And it was a nice titillating jolt to my senses to see her doing so, something as simple as standing up in the altogether, unashamedly showing off her nakedness without making any sort of a fuss over it. "Any more wine and I'm not sure I'd remember what it was that I did."

"And that would be a bad thing?" Frank quipped.

"Maybe...maybe not. But I think I want to remember everything that happens tonight." Cindy said eyeing me, and smiling.

And so as she stepped out of the tub, and through the door.....I followed.

I watched as Shelly came up to my wife and began drying her off with a towel. It was more than that though....a lot more. And as both Frank and I watched, Shelly leaned over kissing Cindy, softly, slowly....intimately. And I watched as Cindy kissed her back.

We all headed up to the bedroom after that, Frank still managed to grab another bottle of wine, though I opted instead for another stiff scotch. Not that I was self conscious about walking around with my semi-hard dick hanging out. Frank was as well, and I did glance down at him, and Cindy was right. Frank had nothing to be ashamed of in that department either. Shelly HAD indeed been stroking my ego, in more ways than one, which was fine by me as I now no longer felt the need to be either competitive, nor self conscious about myself or Frank for that matter.

"You might as well sit down and enjoy this." Shelly said to us shortly after entering their bedroom. "Knowing you two....this is something you've probably talked about and discussed more than once out on the golf course, so you might as well sit back, relax.....and enjoy it. As who knows, we may.....or may not do it for you again." She said

"Yeah...." Cindy jumped in saying. "Cause after this....we just might keep this to ourselves!"

Cindy burst out laughing. "I don't think so." Frank stated then. "We have an agreement......."

"Only that I wouldn't ever be with another man unless you were in the room, and that you wouldn't be with another woman unless I was in the room." Shelly clarified. 

"Oh....so that means its ok for the two of you to get it on without either one of us there?" Frank shot back at her teasingly.

"No different than if you and Tom want to have a go at one another." She came back with.

"Oh....so you wouldn't mind that would you?" 

"He's right Shelly." Cindy suddenly spoke up saying. "Besides....I wouldn't mind seeing that myself."

"Ok, Ok.....never mind, forget I even brought the subject up." Frank said. And I raised my glass up to him in a toast. 

"Hypocrites!" Shelly spat. "Why is it ok for two girls to get it on....especially when the guys want to see them do it? But for some reason, its NOT ok for the guys to do the same...when the girls want to see them do it? Why is that huh?"

"I think we're out of scotch." I said suddenly standing up and heading for the door to the sounds of laughter from all three of them as it followed me out of the room and down the hallway. By the time I did return, it was to the sight of my lovely wife and her best friend hungrily going down on one another simultaneously. Frank was stroking his cock....unashamedly as he watched them, and suddenly I wasn't embarrassed to begin doing so myself.

"Damn....this is fucking hot!" Frank said as he continued jerking on his prick.

"I'll say." I added. Seeing the two gorgeous naked women pleasuring one another with their tongues was a sight to behold in deed. A few minutes later, Shelly looked up long enough to speak.

"Why don't you come around here and behind me?" She said looking at me. Side by side on the bed now, tongues still eagerly exploring and teasing one another, it was easy for me to slip into the enormous bed behind Shelly. As I did, it took no more than a moment for me to position my prick at the entrance of her pussy. As I slid inside her, the sensation was like having my dick wrapped in a moist, velvet covered rose petal. I carefully and gently eased my way inside her, and much to the delight of my wife who suddenly commented on it as I did.

"Oh fuck Shelly!" She said....."This is almost unreal....that's MY husbands cock inside your pussy! The same pussy I'm laying here licking!"

"Wild isn't it?" Shelly replied. "I know....that's how I felt the first time we did that. Ok now Frank....it's your turn. Slide up behind Cindy here...and you do the same thing to her that Tom's doing to me."

Although I really couldn't see much of anything, just hearing her describe what it was she was seeing....and now feeling sent shock waves of unbridled lust coursing through me. Shelly didn't have breasts anywhere's near as large as my wife's were. Some in fact would try and hang the title of "flat-chested" on her...but as I reached around and cupped her small tiny little tits, they felt wonderful in my hands and I began to knead them like a contented cat....everything but the purr, and my cock was doing that. One thing Shelly did have was incredibly hard nipples, and maybe it seemed more than that to me because there was so much nipple, but feeling their firmness pressed against the palm of my hand as I pressed against them, and rolled them about drew pleasured moans and mewlings from her as I did which was like music to my ears.

"Oh Tom....that feels heavenly!" She stated. As she spoke directly into my wife's cunt, which made her in turn laugh out loud a little.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." My wife admonished her. "That tickles!"

"Oh? Really?" Then Shelly said or did something else into my wife's pussy, but I couldn't hear what it was she said, or what she did exactly, but Cindy began thrashing and moaning wildly with delight.

"Stop it...stop it you cunt!" Cindy threw out at her. It had been a long time since I'd heard this particular "tone" in my wife's voice. I knew then that she was extremely horny, especially as she tended to become very vulgar, and very vocal whenever she was. Sort of like back in the days when she and I used to get stoned together and end up having fantastically wild sex all night long. She taught me words that I never even knew existed. Like I said...it had been a while. "Oh Frank....fuck my pussy you bastard!" She wailed.

"She's horny!" I offered up. "You'd better fuck her cunt Frank....or she's apt to turn around and bite it off if you don't." I warned him. I'm sure Frank took me only half seriously....but suddenly the bed was rocking with a more noticeable movement to it as Frank began to slide his prick in and out of my wife's cunt with a much greater urgency and demand.

"Oh yes!" Shelly joined in saying. "Too bad you can't see this the way I am." She remarked. "Frank....your beautiful cock looks so fucking hot going in and out of her like that! Hmmmmm, oh look.....look at the way her pussy lips seem to sort of suck in....grabbing your dick and holding it there, almost sucking and licking it as you pull back out of her!"

"And you thought YOUR wife was horny?" Frank somehow managed to contribute. "I can't shut my slut-wife up once she starts a diatribe!"

I increased my own tempo, propping myself up slightly on one elbow so I could sort of look over into the pile of flesh that was so intricately entangled together. It was impossible to see much of what was actually going on of course, but the continued sounds, including some very wet, sticky sloshy noises coming from both women's cunts spoke volumes.

"Let me know when you're about to cum baby!" Shelly told Frank.

"Almost there sweetheart!" He replied. "Shit...Cindy's cunt is fucking tight!" He added.

"Maybe its because old Tom here hasn't been fucking me enough!" My wife suddenly spoke up saying.

"Sounds like something that need's to be rectified for sure!" Shelly quipped. But Frank's imminent orgasm ended any more somewhat playful banter from continuing.

"Oh....oh, here it comes Shelly!" He said. "Catch it....catch it........catch.......IT!" He yelled pleasurably.

Even I could see that much. Shelly just managed to retrieve her husbands prick from my wife's cunt as it began to spew a geyser full of white hot cum cream into the air, most of which missed Shelly's mouth initially, and splattered along the side of my wife's face instead. Something that she rarely if ever did for me. It wasn't her "thing" to do as she once called it. And though my wife was great at giving head, she'd only allowed me to cum inside her mouth twice the whole time we'd been married. I was a little apprehensive in fact as to how she might react to this, so I continued to sit there, forgetting momentarily all about fucking Shelly's cunt as I continued to watch Frank's spray of cum cream splattering against his wife's face, and into her mouth after that first initial long shot that flew all the way up to my wife's face as she lay there sucking and licking Shelly's pink perfect looking pussy. To my surprise, Cindy hadn't even flinched, and as the pearly like drool of cum ran down the side of her cheek towards her lips, she took a moment to lick it from them as it slid inside of her mouth.

"Quite a shot that!" She exclaimed rather playfully. "But wait until you see Tom cum." She challenged. "I swear he could hit a bulls eye at fifty feet!" She exclaimed.

"Now even I wouldn't mind seeing that." Frank surprised everyone by saying.

"Not until he's made me cum first!" Shelly warned...."I'm way too fucking close now for him to stop...so if he does cum, he's just gonna have to do it again later for everyone's amusement....but not until I've had mine at least! Now....shut up and suck my clit Cindy....I'm so fucking close now!"

A second latter Shelly screamed her orgasm into the night with such embellishment that I actually grimaced when she came. "Does she always do that?" I asked even as she continued that high-pitched squeal

"Not always.....no." Frank shouted over her. "Only when it's a really....really good one!" He said finally lowering his voice as hers in turn fell down a few decibel levels.

"Hmmmm come eat me." Cindy told Frank at that point. "Let me lay down on my back and suck my husbands prick while you do it."

It only took a moment to reposition ourselves, and soon Cindy was indeed lying down on her back with Frank happily positioned between my wife's legs, munching away at her like his life depended on it....which in a way it did as I could tell that Cindy was about as worked up as I'd ever seen her, and if she didn't cum soon...she really would kill someone.

"Bring it here you horny fucker!" She demanded of me. 

"Who's horny?" I asked her...but I didn't delay very long in sliding over next to her head and kneeling down beside her. Shelly wasn't about to be left out either and once she'd recovered slightly, came over to lay down next to me where she could feed my cock to my wife's mouth, and simultaneously reach over with her other hand and play with my wife's tits. Just seeing her do that was nearly enough to make me shoot my wad, but I fought against that initial sensation. I wasn't about to pass up feeling my wife sucking my cock...not for anyone. She was simply too damn good at it.

Kneeling there as I was, watching my best friend licking and devouring my wife's cunt was about the most erotic thing I had ever seen or experienced. I was surprised that I didn't feel jealous, or a little anxious about it. Maybe it was because we knew them and trusted them as much as we did that made the difference. Whatever the reason, seeing how much Cindy was enjoying it, feeling it, somehow made it's way known to me in the way she was now sucking and attacking my prick. I don't think my wife's ever sucked cock quite that enthusiastically before, and like I said, she was damn good at it any way.

I knew from experience when Cindy was close to climax...she just sort of shut down momentarily, which meant unfortunately for me that the blowjob was temporarily over for the moment. She began with that slight arch to her back, somehow managing to lift her ass completely off of the bed. God that woman had strength in her back...never knew how she could manage to do that and hold herself up like that, but she did. Cindy was forcing poor Frank to move with her, so much so that he'd had to place his hands down on the bed to support his own weight as my wife's cunt lifted his face into the air as she strove for that magical cum-finish line that was stretched out and waiting for her to finish across. An eerie sort of silence permeated the room then, only the sound of Frank's labored breathing as he continued to tongue my wife's slit could be heard. Even I was holding my breath right along with Cindy...as I knew she was, just waiting...waiting, until finally.

"Oh...Oh....Oh.....Oh....OH OH OH OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Ok....Cindy was loud when she came too.

Everyone seemed to collapse into a heap at that point. Frank; with his wet face all sticky and glistening with an abundance of my wife's pussy juice. Cindy, all but passed out there on the bed, finally releasing her hand from my dick in the process, probably not even aware for the moment that she had. Shelly continued to soothingly caress my wife's breasts, but it was obvious to me if not anyone else that she'd fingered herself off to yet another orgasm as well, though a much smaller quieter one when my wife came. Awkward as it was for me to continue kneeling there on the bed, I simply scooted back and stood up. Sitting down in a nearby oversized stuffed chair, I simply sat back and enjoyed the naked spectacle of my two best friends and my wife all curled up together trying to regain their senses. When they did....I watched my wife and Shelly turn into a pair of succubus and slowly worm their way over towards me.

"Ok," Shelly commented. "Time to watch old faithful erupt don't you think?"

She and Cindy reached me at nearly the same time, and for a brief moment they dueled with my cock, using their lips and tongues to do so until they'd managed to coordinate their ministrations upon my super-sensitized prick with such a delightful array of varied sensations that I was prick-numbed by it. One licked, one sucked, then they'd trade places and start all over again. Even fondling and cupping my balls became a game for them, which they both seemed to delight sharing in together. I felt my balls tighten and knew by it that I was only moments away from one very intense climax. And knowing that it would be so, and fearing for the copious discharge I was all but certain to produce, felt it only prudent to warn them... just seconds before I did.

"Oh fuck...I'm close." I told them. "I'm really going to shoot a BIG load." I said once again trying to impress upon them the urgency of that statement...because I knew it would be, and I also knew that there was no way in hell my wife was going to want to try and deal with that.

"Uh hum......" She mouthed around my cock head...pumping her head up and down, allowing her velvet lips to massage my swollen near to bursting prick all the while continuing to maintain that incredible slippery suction she had on me. Likewise, Shelly seemed very content to continue to lick my exposed shaft as Cindy concentrated primarily on the bulbous head of my dick, continuing to massage and gently squeeze my now very full firm ball sack, just as I felt the first tingling indication that I was about to ejaculate a load about the size of my fist through the end of my prick.

Maybe I wasn't as loud as the women when I came, but my climax was every bit as intense as either of theirs had been.

Even as the first discharge began to make its way up my shaft, it was certainly too late to try and do anything about it as far as my wife went. I figured she'd catch that first one, part of it anyway. And she did....hungrily it seemed. I knew that the force of that first explosion had filled her mouth, but she accepted it and drank my essence as smoothly as drinking milk from a glass....though a large glass I might add. And even as the second spurt flew from my prick, I was still amazed as she attacked my prick with a sensual vengeance that amazed me.

"Let me have some of that!" Shelly cried out, and Cindy reluctantly gave way to her, just as the third explosion leapt from my prick hitting both women squarely in the face as they hastily fought to exchange places. By then the volume wasn't nearly what it had been, but the ejaculations continued for what seemed like an eternity for me, and Shelly indulged herself to some reasonably copious squirts that she seemed to thoroughly enjoy sucking out of me.

"Fucking A" Frank exclaimed as he sat on the bed watching this. And for once, I had to agree.

We finished the night making love to our own wives side by side on that enormous bed, which was still about as sensual an experience as I'd ever had. Seeing Frank and Shelly doing the same right next to us, with the occasional reach over...caress, fondle etc, and then hearing of course all the soft moans, groans and gentle urgings that lovers who are really excited make. It was an awesome experience that kept us all stimulated and passionate long into the night.

Cindy and I spent the better part of the day in bed together. Something we hadn't done in years. We even took breaks to bring in snacks, feeding one another treats, and then start things up all over again. In some ways I felt like a kid again, and it felt great. And when we weren't making love, or pleasuring one another with our hands, fingers, tongues....we talked. And it was then we agreed to keep the lines of communication open with one another. And not that we'd end up in exactly the same kind of life-style that Shelly and Frank had....with other people at least anyway, it wasn't something we'd discount either. If nothing else...we'd talk and discuss things before making any decisions one way or the other. So there was that.




Sweet Sweet Revenge



On Monday I went to work and was feeling pretty damn good about the weekend when the telephone rang.

"Thomas Andrews" I said answering.

"Tom? Silvia." And suddenly I shivered like a cold had suddenly descended down upon me. And the worst part was, I had no one to blame except for myself. I should never have invited her to call me at work.

"Hi Silvia." I said, trying to maintain my composure and keep my voice in a professional business like tone at the same time.

"My...aren't we uptight in the morning." She began.

"Listen Silvia, I know I said you could call me at work if you wanted to talk, but I really have to say that having thought about it...it's not really a very good idea after all....I think."

There was a brief pause, and I was hopeful she'd agree with me and simply hang up. Unfortunately she didn't.

"Remember what I said? I really do miss you Tom, and maybe it really was a mistake."

I had yearned for a long time to hear her say those words to me. And even during that first year of our divorce, I still hoped to one day hear them. And now that I had, those old feelings for her came rushing back, but only for the briefest of moments, and only because I had the briefest bitter satisfaction of having heard them, even if they no longer meant what they once would have meant to me.

"Have you still got the cabin?" She asked suddenly. A question that caught me off guard, as I immediately assumed she was back to wanting to purchase it from me, and under the circumstances, I was half tempted to do it.

"Yes...why?"

"I was thinking that maybe we could meet up there this weekend....and talk."

I wasn't stupid; this WAS my ex-wife I was dealing with here. "Why do we need to go up to the cabin just to talk?" I questioned, already knowing the answer of course.

"I thought being away from everything would give you and I a chance to sit down and discuss things, and what better place to do it?" She was offering. "You and I had some great times there." She added softly.

I was tempted....I really was. And if it hadn't been for the fact that Cindy and I were beginning to piece together our own marriage I might have been more than simply tempted.

"Let me think about it." I replied, having no intention of doing any such thing. But I felt like I needed a little more time to come up with some kind of a response that would end this encounter with my ex once and for all. "By the way Silvia, you still interested in buying the cabin?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. "Maybe....." She said finally. "Though my finances aren't the best they've been, if you're serious about selling the place, I might be able to swing it. How much are you asking for it?"

What Silvia didn't know was that over the past ten years I had slowly purchased surrounding property's to ensure the seclusion of the cabin remained intact. By now I had well over a hundred acres that extended pretty much in every direction to keep everyone else out and away from what was once my fond family retreat.

"Oh, I don't know....the cabin and the property it's sitting on is easily worth two hundred thousand." I told her, which was an underestimated cost by a considerable amount, but I didn't want to scare her away from a possible offer either. I could have easily sold it to someone else for considerably more, but suddenly I had an idea kicking around inside my head that I wanted to think about a little longer before I decided to actually act on it. 

"I'll let you know on Saturday." She told me. "See you at the cabin in the afternoon." She continued, and then suddenly I was listening to the sound of the dial tone. Obviously her intention was to keep me from begging off from meeting her, which I could still easily do, standing her up with no way to gain access to the cabin as it was securely locked up. But I also knew that Silvia thought better of me than that and was gambling on the fact that I'd actually be there.

"No more secrets." I told myself on the drive home from work that night. I planned on telling Cindy of my bumping into my ex-wife at the dealership, along with today's telephone conversation. I wasn't trying to hide anything, and I certainly wasn't about to do anything without Cindy's full and complete knowledge of what I had in mind, something of which I'd been kicking around all afternoon.

"You want to do what?" Cindy asked excitedly after we'd sat down for dinner and I had begun to fill her in on everything that had happened, and had been said.

"I don't see the point in keeping it any longer." I told my wife. "You don't enjoy going up there anyway, so except for during the hunting season, it really isn't being used the way it was intended to be." 

"Yes...but isn't that a little drastic? And besides, Silvia might not be able to even come up with the money." Cindy responded.

"So....if she doesn't, or can't, then maybe it's time to put it up on the market. You've asked me before if I'd consider selling it, and then maybe build a new one someplace else on the properties. I've been thinking about it, and with all the new land we've purchased, there are a few choice spots that would be ideal to build you and I a new place on."

That had always been a point of contention between us over the course of the years, that fucking cabin. Cindy hadn't pressed it that hard of course, she knew how much it meant to me and that it had been something of a family retreat, though for the most part....was more of Silvia and mine's little hide-away.

We both sat in silence for quite a while after dinner was over. I could tell that Cindy was mulling things over in her mind, as was I. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure I was still even going to meet Silvia, let alone try and pull off what I'd been considering. But I was more interested in the fact that once Cindy had been made aware of everything that she was giving it as much thought as I was.

"You need to sell her." Cindy began.

"I know that....I'm not that worried on the cost...What I thought I'd do...."

"No Tom, that's not exactly what I meant." She said interrupting me. "You need to convince Silvia that things aren't the way they are number one, and number two....keep her off balance just enough that she doesn't see it coming, and can't react to it afterwards."

"And how do I go about doing that?" I asked her. "You want me to actually plan on meeting her there? You know damn well what she'll be expecting if I do. And though I'm not the least bit worried about giving into her, I'm afraid all that will do is piss her off and she'll be suspicious about my selling her the cabin."

"I think it's time you and I discussed something else Tom. Something that needs to be said, and will have a direct impact on what it is we're both trying to do here. But before we do....I want to show you how much I trust and love you."

Suddenly Cindy stood and began removing all of her clothing, she'd already cleared off the dining room table, and suddenly placed herself upon it. Something I'd teasingly suggested a number of times, but something in which for whatever reason she'd never been willing to go along with.

"Fuck me Tom. Fuck me long...Fuck me hard...but more importantly, fuck me now!" She demanded.

And we did. I'd managed to give Cindy two very satisfying orgasms as I stood there on the floor sliding in and out of her extremely wet pussy as she lay on our long elegant dining table. When my own orgasm approached, Cindy wanted me to pull out of her and shoot my joy juice all over her body, something else she hadn't been particularly fond of my doing. I was so excited by the time I actually came that I literally drenched her, covering her breasts, tummy, and pussy with copious streamers of my jism. To my additional delight, I then watched my beautiful wife take my essence and smear it all over her body, rubbing it into her skin, and then using some of it to actually masturbate with, where she then came again for me in a very sensual and amazing way. I'd never actually seen her play with herself though I had known she did on occasion of course, but actually seeing her do it, and seeing the way she did it had me hard, horny and anxious to make love to her again, which we did, though this time comfortably in bed together.

I was standing outside on the balcony from our bedroom enjoying an after sex smoke when Cindy came out to join me. She was full of surprises. In all the years we'd been married, she'd never shown the boldness that she'd suddenly started to show. And though it was late, with all the lights off inside the house, Cindy's appearance next to me in the nude was a bit of a surprise. The chances of anyone seeing us this time of night was remote, but never the less, Cindy's standing there next to me was an immediate reminder that things were changing between us.

"I think it's time I told you what's been bothering me, and how I think it might actually help us resolve this little problem of ours." Cindy began. I felt her hand reach out and softly grasp my now flaccid penis, but she stroked it without the intention of arousing me, just as a way of keeping an intimate contact with me as she began to tell me things that I had only suspected on the one hand, and on the other, gave me insight into her feelings that I could have never been able to understand on my own.

"Did you know that Shelly was married for a few years before she and Frank were?" She'd begun.

"No...I didn't know that." I told her. "I didn't think either one of them had been married before."

"Well it's Franks first...and hopefully only marriage, but yes...Shelly had been married to another man for a few years previously. She once told me how she had gone through some real emotional difficulties after her break up, and it was Frank who suggested something to her, which she found shocking until he told her why. Afterwards....after she did it, she and Frank were finally married and she never had any problems with it again after that."

Cindy had my curiosity aroused now, and so I stood there listening to her without interruption as she continued to pet my penis as her way of maintaining contact with me, and ensuring that I was giving her my undivided attention.

"What Frank told her to do....was to fuck her ex-husband one last time."

"What?" I near shouted in surprise. "You can't be serious!"

"Hear me out." Cindy said. "I said the same thing when Shelly told me. But then she explained what happened afterwards, how she felt, and how it changed everything for the two of them for the better afterwards. It took me a while to think on it, and finally come to grips with it. But after I did, I had to agree and saw how that it worked for them, and how now.....it just might work for us too!"

"Cindy...listen, there's no way........."

Cindy squeezed my prick effectively cutting me off. "No...I'm serious, listen to what I have to say, just the way I did. And after you've had some time to think about it, you'll know that I'm right."

I stood there in stunned surprise, but decided I'd at the very least listen to what Cindy had to say before reasoning it out with her as to how it was a very bad idea. Maybe afterwards, she'd see it my way and give up on this silly idea of hers. On top of which, I also figured I was going to need to have another little chat with Shelly and tell her to quit giving my wife these weird ideas.

"For starters....I know you truly loved Silvia....."

I immediately began to speak and interrupt her, but Cindy squeezed me once again, and put her fingers to my lips, hushing me up simultaneously. "You wouldn't have married her if you didn't Tom. And I also know the divorce was hard on you, more than what you've ever been willing to tell anyone, or willing to admit too. I also know that in time, before we met even, that you finally came to grips with it, but that it never really gave you any peace. There had been so much hurt, and so much pain.....and longing. Longing for what would never be again, and that was a wound in your heart that never fully healed. And even after you and I met, eventually married....I knew that even back then when you gave me your heart, your love....it wasn't as complete, or as fully given as it should have been. You were afraid to give yourself completely as you once had. And I can understand that."

Everything Cindy said struck home like a blow to the gut, and I was immediately uncomfortable as though she'd somehow managed to open up the secret vault in my mind and read every note and every scrap of paper I had put thoughts to and locked away, hopefully forever. Now....she was rummaging around in there tossing out all these memories and forcing me to read them all over again.

"So what happened with Shelly?" I threw out, wanting desperately for Cindy to get off this particular train of thought as quickly as possible.

"Well, Shelly called him and told him that she wanted to see him, and came right out and told her ex that she wanted to sleep with him. And so....they arranged an evening where they could be together, and she did exactly what she intended to do, "fucked his brains out" as she put it. After which, she felt all these long felt pent up emotions suddenly evaporate away. It was as though this burden she'd been carrying ever since their divorce had suddenly been lifted away. When Shelly left the hotel that night, she "knew" she would never again wonder...or feel curious about the "what-if's" and "what might haves" had they stayed together. She knew then and there that she could marry Frank, and never again look back and leave a piece of herself behind that she couldn't honestly and totally give to him. You see Tom, that's what I've been resenting all these years, and I didn't really know it until Shelly pointed it out to me. I've known you've wondered those things....I've known that every time you go up to the cabin you think of her, and I've harbored resentment towards you because of it, even though I didn't know that I was, or even why. The only thing I could focus on, because it was a tangible, physical thing...was the cabin. Which is why I hated going up there, and why I've always wanted you to get rid of the place."

"So you think if I were to fuck Silvia, that the same thing would happen to me that happened to Shelly? Is that it?"

Cindy merely nodded her head yes.

"And how's that supposed to help us with the other half of the equation." I asked her.

"Well....that's where I come in." She said simply. "And that's how we sell Silvia on the cabin, and convince her to buy it, and trick her into thinking that there's more to this than meets the eye."

Cindy then laid out for me in specific detail what her idea was. And though I sat there listening to her incredulously, I actually began to see the wisdom of it, even though it was the wildest thing I had ever heard of in my entire life.

"You're serious!" I said when she had finished.

"Very!"

"I need to think about this." I told her.

"I know. And you will. And when you have, you'll see I'm right." She said. "And that's how we'll solve both problems in one fell swoop! Now...you think you can get this up again one more time tonight?" Cindy asked huskily.

And to my surprise...I did.

With less than a week to go before Saturday arrived, there was a number of things I had to do before hand if we were going to pull this off. Not the least of which was calling Silvia and informing her we were on. But...there was a 'catch' to that too as Cindy would also be there, though she wouldn't know that exactly and I hoped that I would be convincing enough over the phone that she wouldn't suspect anything either.

Once I had arrived at work I immediately called her.

"Silvia?" I said after she'd answered. "There's a minor complication regarding Saturday." I told her.

"Oh? So you HAVE decided to meet me though?" She queried. 

"Well yes, but there IS one small little problem. And to be honest with you, I'm not sure how you'll react to it, but truth is...there's no way around it for me."

"What's the problem Tom?"

"Ummm, well...you see, I was supposed to be meeting my girlfriend at the cabin this weekend, and as you know there's no phone up there. When we initially talked about it, she'd mentioned that she had a weeks vacation coming and wanted to know if it would be alright with me if she went up a little early to spend some time with herself, you know, hiking, reading...that sort of thing. So you see the problem is...she's already there and I can't very well do anything about that now." I heard what was a slight gasp of surprise on her end when I had mentioned the word "girlfriend".

"Tom! You naughty little boy you!" She said enthusiastically. "I would have never thought such a thing of you." She began. "But yes, I can see where that complicates things just a little bit."

"Now came the hard part." I thought to myself. And like Silvia said, trying to sell something to her that was so out of character for me was going to be very difficult and still make it believable.

"Yeah...I know. People change Silvia. I certainly have. You might not be interested in meeting me anyway; you don't know me any more like you think you do. I've had a number of girlfriends over the past few years, and...I like to party, you know, threesomes etc. Sometimes with other guys even..." I had to take a breath and swallow over that one. Silvia had expressed a fantasy of hers to me years ago that she wanted to experience a threesome with me and another guy, but not simply for her pleasure though that was apart of it...but that her curiosity included seeing me doing something with another man.

"Wow Tom....you really HAVE changed haven't you?" She stated excitedly. "Is this girlfriend of yours open minded?" She asked.

"Bingo!" I thought, and I laughed nervously. "Well yes, matter of fact her girlfriend was supposed to go up with her in the beginning, you know...so she'd have some company until I got there, and then the three of us...." I let that one hang.

"Oh my. Hmmmm, well now that certainly IS interesting. You don't suppose she'd be willing to allow someone else to join your little party do you?"

"I guess not....no in fact, I remember her telling me that if I knew anyone else...."

"Well then....sounds like we don't really have any problems after all do we?"

"No...guess we don't, as long as you're ok with it?" I questioned. "Oh...and Silvia? I can bring the papers with me for you to review and look over while we're up there if you're still interested." 

"Matter of fact Tom, I've managed to arrange financing already. And even arranged for an appraiser to go up and look at the property."

I'd already known she would do that if she were serious, so hearing her say that didn't surprise me. "Sounds good....though you'd better tell him that it won't be me meeting him there, as I said...Debbie's already there and I'm sure she'd be happy to show him around the place. I'll messenger over a cover letter that he can take with him so that Debbie won't be too surprised whenever he shows up."

"That should be fine." Silvia agreed. "So...we're set for the weekend then? What about your wife?"

"Oh Cindy? She's going to be out of town visiting her mother this weekend, that's one of the reasons I planned this with Debbie as I knew no one would be suspicious of anything."

"Smart. Still Tom, you have shocked me a little. I would have never thought you'd do something like that."

"Well Silvia....I was thinking about getting together with you sometime too you know...just wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this weekend thing is all."

"That's true." She laughed. "Ok then, see you up there sometime Saturday afternoon. See you then Tom." She managed in her sultry voice that she enjoyed using whenever she thought she had something special to look forward to.




Sweet Sweet Revenge



"Bye Silvia." And then I quickly hung up before anything else could be thought of or said to cause suspicion to our conversation.

My second call was to Cindy informing her that Silvia had taken the bait.

"See? I told you she'd go along with it."

"Yeah...hook, line and sinker. Only in this case, a treble hook." I added smugly. "Greed, lust and power for bait."

"Just keep in mind sweetie, even a cagey old fish sometimes spits the hook, even a well concealed one."

"Yeah...I know. I'm sure if she gets suspicious about anything we'll hear about it long before the weekend."

After I'd hung up from Cindy, I immediately called my attorney and had him draw up the paperwork on the cabin. I also had him draw up papers selling back part of the land I owned to the BLM. I'd take a considerable loss on a few of those acres I knew, but it would be worth every penny of it to me.

"You sure you want to sell this property Tom?" My attorney asked. "You know what that means." 

"I know Bill. It's the reason I'm even doing it."

"Ok then, your loss." He finished.

"My gain." I said silently to myself. "Provided everything goes according to plan that is. Otherwise, I really am fucked." 

There was no sense worrying about it now, everything had been put into motion, it was just a matter of having everything come together in time, and from there, seeing if the results would be anything as I expected. There was still the possibility the whole thing would blow up in my face, cost me a small fortune, not to mention a considerable amount of grief, and worse...leave Silvia laughing at me in the long run.

"It's going to be a long week." I mused. And then I informed my secretary I was taking the rest of the day off, and that she in fact could close up as well after the lunch hour. I certainly didn't have my mind on business, but I DID have my mind on my sexy little wife sitting at home. And suddenly I pictured her lying on our bed masturbating.

"Yes...I think I will go home a little early today." And then I followed my rapidly hardening penis out to the car and began the drive home. I quickly called Cindy however from my car phone. "Hi honey. Guess what? I'm on my way home and I have a BIG surprise for you."

I heard Cindy giggle. "I'll bet. But you're not going to believe this sweetie, I just got off the phone with Shelly...she's on her way over for coffee."

"Well, you'd better call her back then. And tell her that your husbands on his way home to fuck his wife! If she shows up, I'm liable to fuck you both!"

"Oh really!" She said. "Fuck us both huh? Well then, I guess I had better call you...see you in a few sweetheart!"

I worked across town so it would take me the better part of a half hour to get home. When I pulled onto our street, I immediately saw Shelly's gold BMW sitting in the double driveway. Shelly and Frank had identical cars, though his was silver, and for some reason that struck me as kind of funny. I was still chuckling to myself when I pulled into the driveway along side Shelly's car. It was a moment after that that I happened to glance up into the rearview mirror just in time to see Frank pulling in behind me. I got out just as he did and we met each other at the walkway leading up to the front porch.

"What's the emergency?" Frank asked worriedly. "Shelly called me and said that if I didn't get my ass over to your place in a hurry, that she wasn't responsible for anything that happened!"

I had to laugh, pointing down towards the bulge in my pants. "I'm the emergency. I called Cindy to tell her I was on my way home to fuck the hell out of her. She told me that Shelly had already left to come over for coffee. And I warned her that if I got home and found them both here that I was apt to screw them both!"

Now it was Frank's turn to laugh as we headed up the walk to the porch. "Don't suppose they're baking cookies do you?"

"I hope not. Cause if they are, then I'm apt to make a major fucking mess of the kitchen!" I announced boldly grabbing my crotch just as we entered through the door into the living room.

"Cindy?" I called out. But there was no response.

"Ah oh...." Frank said grinning. "Me thinks they're bloody well buggering one another upstairs." He adlibbed in his phony English accent.

"Then lets go upstairs and find out for ourselves." I told him leading the way. Sure enough, we soon entered our master bedroom and found Cindy and Shelly laying on the bed waiting for us. But they weren't exactly just sitting there either. Naked of course, Cindy and Shelly had managed to position themselves so that they had 'scissored' their cunts together and were gently rocking and pushing against one another when we walked through the door.

"Fucking A", Frank said, which he usually always did whenever he had a lack of anything else to say.

"Tally-ho old boy." I said in my equally bad English parody of his accent. And immediately began stripping off my clothing.

The girls obviously had been expecting us, and were smiling even as they continued on with their pussy grinding. "Bring that monster cock over here honey!" Cindy told me. "I want to suck it while we do this."

"Me too!" Shelly added grinning lustily at Frank. And seconds later we both stood there on opposite sides of the bed while our wives sucked and jacked our cocks in unison while continuing to hump cunts against one another the entire time.

"By the way Shelly," Frank said as his wife continued mouthing and sucking his prick. "I think we need to go over the rules again." I saw Shelly remove Frank's dick from her mouth and look up at him expectantly.

"And?" She asked.

"I think we need to amend paragraph two, section C." He told her.

"Refresh my memory, I seem to have forgotten which one that is."

"Well, instead of our agreement that we require that we're both present whenever certain situations present themselves? I think we can amend that to say that if it's you and Cindy...that I don't necessarily need to be present if the two of you ever want to fool around together."

"Oh? You mean you don't WANT to be here if Cindy and I want to fool around a little?" She said teasingly.

"NO! That's not at ALL what I meant." Frank answered, but we all knew Shelly was mentally masturbating him.

"So in other words....you LIKE the idea of us getting together like this occasionally."

"Well yeah...as long as Cindy and Tom does." He replied a little sheepishly.

"So'k by me." Cindy chimed in. "And I think the same should hold true for the two of you as well." She added. And once again I glanced over towards Frank and shot him a knowing look.

"Now see what you've started? You've got the girls thinking about that "other" thing." I said in exasperation.

"You never know Tom." My wife said just mouthing the end of my dick as she spoke. "Frank might be better at this than I am."

"Not hardly." I said just slightly under my breath. But I heard Shelly snicker anyway and knew that if she'd heard me, so had everyone else.

"Sorry I brought it up." Frank finally said giving in.

"I'm not!" Shelly said with a mouth full of cock that sounded more like "Mmm mott," And then she did remove Frank's prick so she could speak more clearly. "I think that sounds like a fine idea...a whole lot better than getting together and simply baking cookies or something!"

Frank and I burst out laughing simultaneously.

"What's so funny?" The girls asked.

"I'll tell you later." I told them both. "Something to do with cookies and a very messy kitchen." The girls got somewhat serious after that and quit kissing cunts together. "Tom? Cindy and I had a little chat while we were waiting for the two of you to get here."

"And?" I asked simply.

"And...she told me how you once asked if you could fuck her in the ass."

Frankly I was a little surprised that my Cindy would actually share such information with her, even if she was her friend. I'd asked her once about it, and she'd given me a very firm, "No fucking way!", so I'd never broached the subject with her again after that. I didn't have a response to that however, too stunned actually to do so, so I waited for her to continue instead, which she did.

"Anyway, I've told her that I rather enjoy it every once in a while, and even mentioned to Frank a while back that what I'd really like to try some day is a double-fuck, you know...someone in my ass, someone in my pussy. Would you like that?"

I glanced in surprise and shock, looking at my wife, and then at Frank. Cindy was smiling at me. "Go ahead baby." She cooed. "Now's your chance, you KNOW I won't....not with THAT big cock anyway!" 

"You're serious?" I asked....including everyone in my question. 

"Very." Shelly said reaching over to clasp my wife's hand. "To begin with, I think it's appropriate for any of us to discuss anything before we do it, and more importantly, no one should ever feel like they should do something that they don't want to do. Cindy obviously doesn't have any desire to have someone stick their cock in her ass, but I do. So as long as everyone's ok with it...why not?"

I know I was grinning like a kid on his birthday, but I couldn't help myself. "Ok...now what?" 

Shelly quickly had Frank lie down beneath her and she climbed aboard him on top, ass facing away from me. I watched as Frank's dick slid into his wife's pussy and once he was firmly and completely ensconced inside her, she beckoned me over to her.

"Make sure you use plenty of that KY over there on the table." She said pointing. "Cindy has a point about that big dick of yours. Oh...and use plenty of it on me too." She added.

It took a moment to fully lubricate myself, and even longer to try and lubricate Shelly's puckered little asshole sufficiently as neither she nor Frank simply sat there while I did it. I had to struggle with inserting my finger into her as she continued to fuck her husband even while I did my level best to ensure that she'd be sufficiently lubricated to take me. Cindy wasn't to be left out either, and had already positioned herself over Frank's face so that he was not only fucking his wife, but eating mine out as well.

"Hey now...wait a minute! What about me?" I said still trying unsuccessfully to position myself so that I could actually and finally enter Shelly's ass. Finally she stopped long enough so that I could.

"Go easy baby." Cindy instructed me. "Maybe she's willing to let you fuck her ass, now...but if you hurt her, it might be the last time you ever do it." She warned.

"Well tell Frank to quit fucking his wife then." I admonished them both. "I can't even get it near her with her ass bouncing up and down like that!"

"Sorry old boy. It feels too fucking good mate."

"Shut up Frank!" I said, sounding quite a bit like Hawkeye Pierce when I said it. "I think you've got your accents a bit mixed up."

"Shut up both of you!" Shelly near shouted exasperatedly. "Can't the two of you play nice for a change? Or aren't the two of you really interested in fucking me?"

That shut us both up, and a moment or two latter, I had slipped inside Shelly's exquisitely tight ass. It took me a moment to adjust to the tempo of their coupling. Twice I had almost slipped out when I was attempting to push in, but as Shelly gradually became accustomed to my intrusion of her posterior, I managed to get a significant portion of my anatomy deep inside her.

"Oh hell yes!" Shelly moaned loudly as we finally got going in perfect harmony together. "This is fucking great!" She bellowed ecstatically. Cindy was still sitting on Frank's face, sitting towards me and watching the expression on mine and Shelly's faces as we rhythmed our way towards ecstasy.

"Maybe I WILL have to try that sometime she said. I have to say Shelly, you look like you're really enjoying it...I don't mind telling you, I don't think I've seen you look any more beautiful, or any more pleasured before." My wife commented openly and honestly.

"Oh honey...if you only knew." Shelly barely managed to acknowledge through semi-clenched teeth. She was fighting to hold on as it was... not wanting the pure physical pleasure to end all too quickly. I knew by the juicy sounds of her cunt as Frank fucked into her that she was juicing nicely, and though the KY was the primary contributor of all the equally naughty-nasty sounding noises emanating from her ass, I was helping that along with some major precum lubricating there myself.

"Is either one of you getting very close?" She asked. "Because I am, and it would be nice if we could somehow managed to all cum together!"

"I'm doing pretty good myself." Cindy acknowledged. "Frank's tongue is doing a rather nice job on my little clitty. About all he'd have to do to pop me would be to suddenly start sucking it. Frank! Not yet I said....Oh, gawd that DOES feel good though..."

Just hearing the tone of my wife's sultry sounding voice took me up a notch. "Oh yeah...I could be there shortly myself." I said as I eased my prick smoothly in and out of Shelly's tight little ass. "The way her asshole feels around my dick is fantastic!" I exclaimed.

"What about you frank?" Shelly asked her husband...."You getting close"

"Futhin A" he said through a mouth full of pussy.

"Yeah...he's ready to go! Ok then everyone....follow my lead if you can, I'm going to go for it, so if you can, wait for me and give in as close to me as you can when I do."

Shelly began to rock back against me a little more forcefully after that. Frank was pistoning his prick in and out of his wife's cunt for all he was worth, which I was easily able to feel as our dicks slid in and out of his wife, almost touching one another with each pass as we were separated only by the thinnest of membranes. I could tell by the look on my wife's face that she was already hanging on the precipice as I'd seen that look before, and knew that unless everyone else hurried, she'd be there long before any of us were. How she was holding that climatic little orgasm where she was without succumbing to it I'll never know. But then suddenly Shelly was giving us all a play by play to more or less mark time with.

"Oh yeah...fuck. Oh yeah...fuck, just like that, fuck. Oh shit yes...right there, right there...fuck. Just like that...yes, yes...oh fuck...close..fuck...oh yes, fuck...almost...almost...almost....oh...oh...oh...OH Yes! Now...Now...Now!"

Shelly's ear splitting scream was suddenly matched by Cindy's. Cindy let out a high-pitched moan that just seemed to go on and on forever, almost as though she was yodeling. I felt Frank suddenly stop moving for a brief moment, and then he slammed into his wife's cunt one final time, holding it there, and buried his load deeply inside her as he moaned out in a deep-throated groan, vibrating my wife's cunt as he did which seemed to enhance, if not trigger additional multiple little orgasms from her as she began crying out all over again. Hearing all this seemingly happening at once, I was but a millisecond behind everyone when I came too. I felt my cock lurch, sucked inwards suddenly into Shelly's ass, just as her sphincter seemingly clamped down on my prick and milked the first explosion from my balls so that I found myself bathing the entire inside of her ass in torrents of hot frothy cum juice.

Words cannot begin to adequately describe the emotional roller coaster we all rode on into bliss together. It was mind numbing to say the least and left us all spent and gasping for air long minutes after we had all finished erupting, shooting, spewing, and juicing. I don't know how many times Cindy and I had managed to climax simultaneously, perhaps no more than a half dozen times at best during our entire marriage. And though that never had been the penultimate goal whenever we made love, it had made those times spent together, seemingly extra special when they did. And now having experienced this, with all four of us spending together simultaneously, it was like experiencing and enjoying four orgasms at once...and simply not one, or even two as it were.

"Holy shit!" Frank finally managed to say, speaking first while the rest of us continued to try and collect ourselves.

"Fucking A", Cindy added....laughing then, which caused us all to erupt into the giggles and uncontrolled hysterics until clutching my side, I was finally forced to stand up and walk away before I seriously injured myself.

"Anyone want cookies?" Shelly asked. Which started it up all over again, to the point where I finally did have to leave the room or I'd end up having a stroke. 

Like having a bad case of the munchies after really getting ripped, we all decided to head on out for an early dinner after that, and then back over to Cindy and Franks place for another dip in their hot tub. 

"Maybe later...I'll let you fuck me in the ass." Cindy told me. And this time...there was no "Yeah sure" behind my thinking. I knew then that eventually, maybe even later that evening that I would.

On Thursday Bill dropped by my office with several papers for me to sign. That was one of the things I really liked about him, he wasn't some pompous-assed attorney that felt like everything that needed to be done had to be done strictly in his office. Bill happened to be on his way home, which passed near enough by the place I worked that he simply dropped in rather than making me drive the entire distance across town to where he was.

"You're sure about this Tom?" He asked once again. Another thing I liked about Bill. He was thorough in all of my transactions and always made sure I was aware of every nuance and problem that could arise. He'd protected me during my divorce from Silvia, and though she had still managed to get nearly everything she'd set her mind to, which had nothing to do with the way Bill handled my case, it was basically State Law that fucked me over, he did at least come prepared to show the courts that Silvia had no rights and entitlements to the properties, to the cabin, or especially to my fathers business which I had inherited.

"Yeah, I know what I'm doing Bill." I assured him. "And I know this is likely to cost me a little, but it really will be worth it in the long run if this works out the way I hope it does."

I then read over the documents we'd be giving to Silvia to sign. I had made sure with Bill that there wouldn't be any confusing legalese that would cause her to grow suspicious and have any second thoughts as to what she was agreeing to and signing for. I'd even indicated to him I didn't want anything appearing in any fine print either that would also cause her to question the transaction in any way shape or form.

"Won't your ex-wife understand what that means?" Bill questioned, stating the obvious. 

"Oh...she knows. She's known that's the way it's always been ever since my father and I built the place. But she's also known that as long as the agreement stood in place, that the cabin was protected. As long as those conditions are clearly spelled out, which they are, she'll have no recourse against me later on. Provided of course that everything else happens the way that I hope it will. Otherwise, nothing really changes and she ends up with the cabin. Either way, I still win as Cindy's never liked the place anyway for obvious reasons."

"When are you meeting with her?" He asked.

"Saturday. Which means I should have the signed papers back to you the first part of the week hopefully. I'm sure she'll take time to read over them, but it's important that she doesn't feel like I'm anxious, or even pressuring her to sign. Cindy and I have come up with something that we're hopeful will keep her too preoccupied to think too clearly on, when and if she finally does sign. After that, I want you push this through as quickly as possible for us however. She'll still have three days to change her mind in, and I don't intend of giving her any reason to do that. So hopefully, with everything working out the way we think it will, Silvia will feel like she's come out a head on this deal, and then only time will honestly tell."




Sweet Sweet Revenge



The remainder of the week dragged by horribly. I even found that I wasn't exactly in the mood to do anything sexual either, though God only knows Cindy tried. I knew...as we both did that a lot of things were riding on this, including very possibly our marriage, though a lot had recently occurred that had cemented our love for one another even more so than it had been. Still...there were a lot of unknowns each of us had yet to face, the biggest of which was if we could comfortably go through with this thing with Silvia. It was after all a very bizarre way of ending things, and one in which I still wasn't very comfortable with. Too many questions flooded my mind, which was perhaps the root cause of my lack of desire at the moment. I was fearful that the sex with Silvia would be good...too good. After all, she DID look pretty damn good the last time I had seen her too. And even that weighed heavily on my mind. Sure, it had been years since I'd last seen her naked, and I'd almost forgotten what she looked like. But as the days drew closer and closer, I began to recall those hot passionate nights we had spent together at the cabin, and began to remember the way she felt in my arms, and especially the way my prick felt when it slid into her gushing wet slit.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, pounding my hand down hard against my desk. My prick had hardened almost painfully as I realized I had been sitting there getting aroused thinking about her. "This isn't going to work." I spoke aloud to no one but myself. "It's a fucking BIG mistake...and it's going to cost me my marriage!"

When the phone rang I actually jumped, so absorbed in my thoughts that it startled me. And naturally, it was Silvia on the other end when I answered.

"Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow." She said seductively into the phone.

"Oh yeah...definitely." I replied, trying to make myself sound anxious and excited somehow. And perhaps the tremor in my voice made her think that as she responded.

"Me too." I could hear the 'wink' in her tone as she said it. "Your girlfriend? Debbie is it? Is she still planning on being there as well?" 

I noted an edge of curiosity to her voice, and perhaps even a little hint of jealousy... all the better actually. "As far as I know...yes. Like I said, she's been up there all week long, but knowing Debbie the way I do, she'll be delighted to discover that I'm bringing along another friend." I said emphasizing the word.

I'd already gotten word from Silvia's appraiser that he wanted to look over the place inside and out on Thursday. As much as I knew Cindy hated going there, she did so however, meeting him and acting totally surprised when he did. He showed her the cover letter I'd drawn up however, and I had no doubt that Silvia had debriefed him thoroughly afterwards. Frankly, I was surprised she hadn't gone along with him, and Cindy and I had even planned on that happening if she had decided to do so. Thankfully, she didn't...so it was one less obstacle for us to try and overcome.

The fact that Silvia had no idea what my wife looked like was certainly a big advantage. It saved Cindy from having to attempt some sort of slip-shod disguise, which probably wouldn't have gone over very well anyway. Additionally, Cindy had stayed up at the cabin since Thursday in order to mess things up a little, and give the place a lived in look to it, which I knew under the circumstances would take a little doing, and be emotionally tough on her as she hated being there in the first place, let alone...alone. I had no idea what to expect even when I got there, as I'd planned on leaving very early in the morning for the two-hour drive. And though Silvia wasn't expected until late that afternoon, it wouldn't surprise me to find her showing up far earlier than that, and I wanted a little while to go over the final details with Cindy. But I mainly wanted to discuss things with her one last time before any thing actually happened, and ensure that this really was something she felt was necessary for us to be doing.

I arrived at the cabin a little after 10:00 am, as expected Cindy had managed to give the place a week's long lived in look to it. Complete with rumpled sheets on the bed that looked like they needed changing. But the first thing I noticed was the sultry look she'd given herself without overdoing it either. Cindy wore a blue Levi's skirt that was short, but not so short that it bordered on being immodest. She did inform me however that she wasn't wearing any panties, a fact that actually did make me aroused however in knowing that. To compliment the skirt, she had chosen a white peasant blouse that she wore just off the shoulder. And once again, sans bra, that though evident, was also not so overly done as to detract from her attempt at sexuality as much as sensuousness. In truth, Cindy looked ten years younger than she really was. Her long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that accentuated her 'look' hinting at youth, but giving her more of an open-minded woman in her thirties who was comfortable with her chosen life-style. Whatever that was. But we both hoped that Silvia would see her for what she was, and wasn't. My girlfriend.

"Well?" She asked spinning around once so I could get a good look at her. 

"I could fuck you right now." I told her.

"Hmmm, maybe I should dress like this more often." She said teasingly.

"Maybe......."

"You ok?" She asked me then as we walked through the cabin together, ensuring that everything was ready for the charade we were both about to involve ourselves in.

"Yeah...I'm alright. You?" 

"I think so. You're sure about this Sin?" I asked, using the pet name I'd given her so many years ago, and one in which I hadn't used not even once in at least the last two of those years.

She smiled lovingly at me when she heard me call her that. "More sure than I ever was." She told me. "Just remember Tom, I trust you...I trust us. But if we're going to pull this off, we can't hold back, not even a little bit. I don't want you worrying about what I'm thinking, or how you might perceive the way I may be feeling. I won't lie to you, I'm just as nervous about this as you are...maybe even more so. And...I'll probably be a little bit jealous at first too. Hell...I was the first night we were with Shelly and Frank, and she's my best friend!"

I pulled Cindy to me then and kissed her hard, and passionately.

"Tom..., no matter what happens, I want you to know I truly love you. And even though I'll be sitting there while your fucking Silvia, I'm prepared to deal with that. I've thought about it a lot, and I know in my heart that you need to do this, and that we need to get through this together. And...I don't want you to be shocked or surprised by my actions either. I have every intention of playing my role to the fullest. I'm going to enjoy myself even if it kills me. I'm going to do things with your ex-wife that might surprise you, maybe even her. But unless we both do what we've come here to do, then all is for naught, and we might very well find ourselves wondering for the rest of our lives if we don't go through with this now, especially since we've come this far."

I was on pins and needles the rest of the day. Then, shortly before 2:00 o'clock, Cindy and I heard the sound of tires crunching along the gravel driveway. 

"She's here." I said automatically even though Cindy had heard her just as clearly as I had. 

"Don't forget and call me Cindy Tom. Remember that. Debbie....if we blow this, then we might just be blowing everything!"

"I'll remember." I assured her. And then I went to meet my ex-wife at the door...with my heart beating a hundred miles and hour, and my stomach somewhere up around where my throat was supposed to be.

I opened the door hoping for the best, and expecting the worst. And wouldn't you know it? The worst is what greeted me. Silvia was stunning, and for a brief instant I almost closed the door on her.

"Well? Aren't you going to invite me in?" She said as she stood at the door looking at me. I know I was staring at her, I couldn't help myself she looked fabulous, and suddenly the last thing I wanted to do was stand here confronting my beautiful ex-wife with my equally beautiful current wife.

"Fucking A", I said to myself mimicking Frank as I said it. "Sure...come on in Silvia!" I finally managed in my friendliest voice possible. I reached down and quickly took her overnight bags from her, and then led her on in to the cabin. Silvia removed the dark sunglasses she was wearing, and simultaneously unwrapped the scarf she had worn around her neck. She'd driven up in a sporty little mustang convertible, every bit the actress even if she wasn't one. But she'd always had that movie-star quality about herself, and seemed to project it however she dressed, or in the case of her bright red little sports car, in what she also drove.

She took a quick glance about the cabin before allowing her eyes to slowly come to terms with those of Cindy's as she had only then suddenly descended down the spiral staircase which led upstairs to the bedrooms.

"You must be Debbie." She said walking over and swiftly extending her hand to her as she did. "It's nice to meet you. I don't know how much Tom's told you about me...." She left off saying, and then turned to give me an inquisitive look before continuing. "But...as you may or may not know, Tom and I were once married."

"Oh yes...Tom's told me all about you." Cindy/Debbie said sweetly. And I realized she was in 'character', though we really hadn't discussed this. I also noticed she was chewing gum, which was something I rarely if ever saw her doing, and as she did, I also saw her as considerably younger than what she'd originally agreed to present herself as. And I couldn't help but wonder why.

"When Thomas told me that his "friend" was actually his ex-wife, I thought it was kinda kinky...and actually found knowing that to be a little exciting." Cindy, now fully Debbie in disguise stated. "Here, why don't you give me your bags and I'll run em upstairs to our bedroom." She suggested.

Open mouthed...I handed them to her and watched 'Debbie' bounce up the stairs excitedly giggling most of the way.

"She's cute Tom." Silvia said sarcastically. "A bit young for you though don't you think?"

And suddenly I understood Cindy's motive behind the outfit and the character she'd adopted. She posed a direct challenge in a way to Silvia's more mature sexuality, and that as I knew, was a challenge that Silvia loved to engage in.

"The game's afoot." I found myself saying quietly to myself, taking another one of Frank's lines, but it seemed quite appropriate at the moment.

"Keeps me young at heart." I said lamely, not sure what else I could have said under the circumstances. But Silvia didn't respond to that, and continued on with a brief inspection tour of the cabin.

"You've kept it in excellent shape." She told me after we'd walked around everyplace except the upstairs rooms. Now wasn't the time to bring up the sale, or even mention the papers I'd brought along with me. "All in due time." I said to myself, once again slipping into some twisted Sherlock Holmes character that I suddenly found myself thinking about.

"Damn Frank!"

"What?" Silvia said.

"Oh...nothing. Just remembered something I forgot to check on at the office." I countered.

Silvia walked up to me then and placed one hand on my shoulder, her signature trademark as it were. "I hope that your mind won't be worried about business all weekend." She purred at me. And then she reached down and gave my crotch an affectionate and friendly squeeze. Of course, doing this just as Debbie began to descend back down the stairs. If she'd seen what Silvia had done, she gave no indication of it however, and Silvia nonchalantly removed her hand and turned once again to face her as she reached the bottom.

"Would you like something to drink?" Debbie asked.

"Do you have wine?" Silvia asked as though it would have been a major affront if we hadn't.

"Of course....Thomas always has some of that stuff here, though I usually don't drink it myself. Never really acquired the taste for it I guess. Prefer rum and cokes myself."

Debbie was talking a hundred miles an hour...not to the point of being obnoxious, but nearly. But it was enough so that her bubbly personality was definitely having an affect on my ex-wife's defenses, and I could see her gearing herself up for what in all likelihood would be occurring later upstairs in the bedroom. No doubt, Silvia was feeling like she had the experience to please a man, and that though cute, sweet...and somewhat younger than she was, thus... Debbie was plain and simply out of Silvia's league.

It was a beautiful late July afternoon, and even as high up in the mountains as we were the afternoon's could be quite warm, though most evenings could still get fairly cool, even during the summer months.

"I was just going up on deck to lay out for a little while. You guys want to come up and join me?" Debbie asked excitedly.

"I didn't bring a suit." Silvia said pointedly. To which Debbie merely laughed. "Neither did I." Debbie turned then and once again bounced up the stairs towards the bedrooms, and to also where the outside balcony was. We both watched as Debbie reached down, pulling her blouse up and over her head so that she was topless by the time she reached the up stairs landing and then disappeared from view.

Taking my cue, I picked up the bottle of wine I had opened in order to let it breathe a little before pouring. "Guess we might as well. It IS nice out today." I offered. I didn't give Silvia a chance to decline, or accept either one. I just assumed that she wasn't about to be left behind while I in turn headed outside to where we both knew 'Debbie' would be laying out sunning herself.

"I'll meet you outside in a few minutes then." Silvia said finally. "I need to change into...well into something, or....nothing." She said finally accepting the gauntlet that Debbie had thrown down. 

I stepped outside purposely closing the sliding glass door behind me as I did and took a seat off to one side of where Debbie now lay, naked of course. Once I was sure that Silvia couldn't look out and see me where I sat, I turned towards her and whispered quietly, even though I knew without a doubt that Silvia wouldn't be able to hear me even if she was standing just the other side of the door.

"Bubble gum?" I said.

Debbie laughed, still chewing her gum. "Thought that might get to her."

"Yeah...that and your neat little strip-tease up the stairs. You could have fallen and broken your neck you know. "Actually Debbie" I said using her alias even now, "I think you're having too good of a time with this, and that worries me a little. You do know that things are apt to get pretty heated before too long. Your sure...doubly sure...."

"Shhhhhh., I'm ok. Now....just go with it Tom. Kiss her if you want to, in fact...I think you should and soon or she might think you're not interested in her. Even feel her up a little, especially in front of me. She'll like that. It will give her the feeling that your not ashamed to be with her, or that you'd preferably be wanting to do that with me. Don't worry...I'll involve myself when it's time, and not before then. You on the other hand need to start paying some attention to her, and I don't mean just talking to her either. It's important Tom...you need to do this for yourself first and foremost, and then for us too. But...unless you can, and unless you do, Silvia could still turn around and walk out that door without either one of us accomplishing anything. So ham it up Tom....or at the very least, get a hard on for me ok?"

"Ok." I whispered back conspiratorially. I still wasn't as comfortable with this as my wife obviously was. Which had taken me by surprise to be honest. I'd anticipated and expected a lot more awkwardness on her part. If anything, it was me that was making all this a lot more difficult.

A few minutes later, Silvia indeed stepped out onto the balcony. Though she had thrown a large bath towel around herself, she quickly made her way over to the lounge chair closest to me before unwrapping the towel and placing it beneath her.

"Wow Silvia. You've got great looking tits!" Debbie announced.

Debbie was cupping her own breasts and trying to lift them to appear similar to Silvia's. Though Debbie was slightly larger than Silvia was, I didn't see a whole lot of obvious difference between them. Though admittedly, I wasn't exactly staring down at my ex-wife's chest either.

"Why thank you dear." Silvia stated, taking the compliment seriously and suddenly thrusting her chest out a little further even before lying completely down. "You have nice looking breasts yourself." Though she said this without a lot of conviction behind the words, which I picked up on immediately of course, but to which Debbie merely accepted at face value...though I suspected she'd also picked up on the tone of voice the way that Silvia had stated it.

"Gee...thank you. I just hope they look as good as yours do when I'm your age." She said innocently.

I winced slightly over that one. "Cat fight...Cat fight!" I thought to myself, half expecting it, but delighted when it didn't happen. Obviously the women were playing a game here that men weren't supposed to be able to figure out. And if I hadn't been in on this from the onset, I might have actually missed what was really going on behind all the looks and sickly-sweet thank you's and hidden little innuendos. 

"Would you like me to put some oil on you?" I asked. Time to get my feet wet I figured. 

"Hmmm, that would be nice Tom. I'd appreciate that yes." I saw Silvia peer over the rim of her glasses towards me and give me an appreciative look. Maybe Debbie was right...Silvia needed me to pay some attention to her, basically ignoring my 'girlfriend' in favor of her. Maybe Cindy knew what she was doing after all. I gave a quick glance in her direction as well, but she was sitting now eyes closed, sunning herself and apparently unconcerned with what I was about to do.

I finally glanced down at my ex-wife's tits. It had been a while since I'd seen them, and to be honest, I didn't remember them quite the way they appeared to look like now. Like I said, they weren't quite as large as Cindy's were, but they were close. And as there wasn't really all that much difference in their ages either, even though Cindy had certainly made herself to look considerably younger than she really was... I expected to see more of that aged, mature look to her tits than I was actually seeing. I poured a small amount of suntan lotion into the palms of my hands, and then sat down on the edge of the lounge chair and began to apply it to her chest, upper arms...and finally to her breasts themselves.

"Hmmm, that feels nice." She told me as I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently massaged in the lotion. Though her nipples hardened to my touch and felt pretty damn good as I palmed them, her breasts didn't feel quite the way I remembered them, and certainly not the same soft fleshy feel that Cindy's had whenever I played with hers.

It was when I pressed against her, lifting one of them ever so slightly to retrieve some of the excess lotion I'd applied that I saw it. A tiny, almost non-existent telltale scar just beneath the fleshy underside of her rounded boob. I took my time, continuing to caress her, listening to her soft pleasured breathing, and then gently lifted the other, seeing the faint scar beneath that one too. Obviously my ex had gotten herself a boob job, though why on earth she had done so escaped me. If anything her breasts at the very least closely resembled Cindy's all accept for the way they lay against her chest now as I discovered while playing with them and once again glancing over towards Debbie as she shifted and placed herself into more of a lying down position in her lounge chair as well.




Sweet Sweet Revenge



"Aren't you going to do my legs too?" She asked.

Once again I poured a rather generous helping of lotion and began to rub it up and down and finally on the inside of her thighs. Obviously she'd been waiting for that, and as I moved up the inside of her leg, close, but certainly no where's near touching her sex, she closed her legs tightly together effectively capturing my hand.

She began to move herself against me then, making sure I was well aware of her heat and the moisture that I suddenly found there. "Seem familiar?" She asked breathlessly.

"Uh huh." I answered, not daring to risk a glance over towards where Cindy sat. Silvia was moaning audibly now, obviously not caring one whit if Debbie knew what the two of us...or rather, what Silvia was actually doing. I wasn't exactly fingering her, my hand was simply pressed tightly against her pussy and she was squeezing her thighs, opening them slightly, and then clenching them together again, using my hand to basically hump herself against, but effectively managing to stimulate herself, and entice me into wanting to do more than simply hold my hand there. I finally decided to get a lot more than just my feet wet, and inserted the tip of my finger inside her. When I did...she moaned.

"Oh yes.....Tom. It's been a long time since you've fingered me like that....keep doing it baby...that really does feel good!"

That was when I heard the creak of the chase lounge as Debbie stood up from it and suddenly walked over towards us. I still couldn't look up at her, even though I know she was looking down at me...or rather at what we were doing. Suddenly she had reached out, standing directly behind Silvia at this point and began to play with and caress both of her breasts.

"Hmmm, does that feel good Silvia? Don't you just love the way he can stroke a pussy with his fingers?"

Frankly, it was a little unnerving. Fingering my ex-wife's pussy while my 'wife' stood behind her caressing her breasts was a little strange. But as Silvia moaned contentedly, eyes closed, I finally screwed up the courage to look at my wife who in turn smiled, and blew me a private kiss.

"Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see that big fat cock of yours again." Silvia announced suddenly. Debbie stepped away from Silvia and came around to sit down on the lounge next to her while I nervously unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, followed by my khaki hiking shorts, shoes and socks. I hadn't as yet removed my briefs, but it was obvious that Silvia wanted to do that herself as she reached over, cupping the not yet hard bulge inside my shorts and giving it an affectionate little squeeze.

"Keep playing with my tits honey." Silvia said addressing my wife. "While I suck on this fucker for a moment or two. And pull on them HARD so I can feel it!"

As Silvia finally pulled my briefs down below my balls, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost some sensitivity to her nipples from the boob-job. I watched as Debbie did as she asked, pulling on Silvia's nipples and stretching them roughly away from her breasts.

"Yes, just like that." She told her, and then enveloped my slowly hardening penis with her lips. One thing I did remember was that Silvia always sucked me with her eyes closed. Never once did she ever look up at me when she did that, not that I could remember anyway, and looking down at her as she mouthed me, the same was true here as well. I once again looked over at my wife and rolled my eyes. Debbie smiled and had to turn her head away slightly to keep from laughing out loud.

I don't know why I remembered Silvia's blowjobs as being spectacular, maybe because I'd had so very few while we were married. But as she mouthed me, which is about all I can say she did do, it reminded me of getting a blowjob by a cumquat. There was substance, but certainly not much more than that, and I had to literally fuck her face to finally bring about some worthwhile friction. Which is another reason I remembered that I preferred fucking her as to engaging in oral sex.

"Why don't we go inside where we can be more comfortable?" Debbie suggested.

Silvia immediately agreed and led our little procession inside the house and into the large master bedroom. "Why don't you lay down on the bed Tom, and let Debbie and I please you." She said huskily. I watched as she then walked over to one of her overnight travel bags and rummaged around inside it for a moment. She soon pulled out a pair of rabbit fur covered handcuffs, and a couple of battery operated vibrators.

"What are those for?" I asked

Silvia used her sultry phony sounding voice. "The cuffs are for you dear, and the toys are for Debbie and I to use." Debbie threw me a surprised look, but shrugged her head obviously prepared to go along with whatever it was Silvia had in mind, for the time being anyway.

"I thought we'd tease you a little first." She indicated as she began cuffing my wrists securely to the bedposts. "I remember how much you enjoyed seeing me play with my self...."

"Ouch." I thought. Because I DID enjoy seeing that admittedly, which was something I had rarely seen Cindy do for me. And the thought that Silvia had done it frequently for me where Cindy hadn't was a discomforting acknowledgement.

Once I was firmly secured, Silvia tossed one of the toys at Debbie and then picked the other one up for her self. "Tom loves this." She said winking at her. And to my surprise, Debbie simply smiled enthusiastically and nodded her head agreeably. Silvia then came over and stood by the side of the bed and began sliding the now buzzing toy up and down between her legs, not quite inserting it, but obviously stimulating her clit in preparation for doing so. "Come on Debbie..." She urged. "Go around to the other side and do what I'm doing so Tom can watch us both." Debbie did that so that now both women were standing on either side of me using the vibrators to stimulate them selves with. 

Up until this point, I had barely managed to maintain a reasonably stiff standing erection. It was far less hard than normal though, and on the verge of wilting once again before the girls started masturbating. Admittedly, I WAS enjoying seeing them do this though within moments even this turned into an unexpected contest of sorts between them.

Debbie was wet and immediately slid the purring slim sliver toy inside of her self and began moaning softly as she did. Glancing over, I saw Silvia eyeing my wife watching her, and then almost forcefully shove the golden, nearly identical toy inside her pussy. I suddenly laughed inadvertently as the image of Shelly's gold BMW pulling into her garage suddenly came to mind. Once again I had to wonder if there was some sort of significance behind the choice.

"Something funny?" Silvia questioned me with a hint of irritation in the tone of her voice.

"Oh hell no!" I said backtracking. "I'm just delighted to be watching this!" My explanation seemed to mollify her somewhat and she gave me a smile accepting my explanation. Debbie merely continued on with the joyful exploration of her pussy, and began uttering that sweet little mewling sound she made whenever her orgasm was getting close.

Silvia had finally driven the gold BMW into her garage and was furiously fucking herself with the toy trying to reach the same level of pleasure that Debbie already was. When I heard that all too familiar series of breathless catches to her breath, I knew then that Debbie was already beginning to feel the first of many little multiple O's as she referred to them. As for myself, it was difficult NOT to pay attention to my wife far more than my ex-wife. After all, she was the one truly enjoying her self and making all the noise. Silvia on the other hand seemed distracted, and even when she began to emulate the kinds of sounds that Debbie was, it seemed far less than real, and I suspected as much.

Debbie on the other hand stood there weak-kneed, caressing one breast with her hand, thumbing and toying with those incredible nipples of hers while smoothly stroking her loud juicy sounding quim with the toy. The expression on her face was obvious, there was no faking anything there, and she was truly pleasuring her self and enjoying every moment of it.

Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye from Silvia, and saw her suddenly remove her vibrator and toss it to the floor. "Enough of that!" She informed everyone suddenly. "Time for you to use that magnificent tongue of yours!" 

In the next instant, Silvia climbed onto the bed and hovered over my face. Cindy and I had discussed this earlier. I wasn't boasting when I said I was pretty good at eating pussy. I loved doing it for one thing, and for the other, I enjoyed getting a woman off this way as it usually resulted in some very intense reciprocation one way or the other afterwards. Cindy had expressed to me that when it happened, which we both knew it eventually would, that I was to treat Silvia to the best tongue licking, pussy-eating adventure she'd ever experienced. In that way, Silvia would feel like I gave her something 'extra' special to begin with. For another, it would further cement the fact that I had performed this delightful little treat on her, and would purposely refrain from doing so on Debbie. No doubt Silvia would remember that and think on it...even if she didn't realize it at that time.

As Silvia settled her cunt down over my face, I immediately began to assault her sensitive clit. Additionally, I discovered the source of her discomfort and difficulty in pleasuring herself, she was bone dry! Within moments however, I had rectified that particular malady as I quickly began to bring pleasure to her that she had been unable to achieve by her own hand.

I'd also noticed that I could no longer hear Debbie either. And seconds later felt her weight upon the bed, and then the delightful sensation as she began to tease my semi-rigid cock with the tip of her tongue. I'm sure Silvia had to be aware of what Debbie was doing to me, but as I was also bound and determined to bring Silvia's pussy the ultimate pleasure possible, she was obviously unconcerned at the moment with whatever Debbie was doing to me, or for me. 

"Oh Tom....I'd forgotten how well you do that!" She admitted honestly, and then I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a few quick gentle sucking pulls that made her shiver and convulse excitedly against me. Though she nearly smothered me for a moment, I held on ensuring that she was getting her money's worth and continued to enjoy the sensation as my wife finally brought my prick to full staff with what I knew had to be one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received from her.

As Silvia finally began to gallop down the road of pleasured delight, I began to flick my tongue against her clit with a furious rapidity of my tongue that soon had her bouncing and mashing against me unabashedly with an even greater urgency and need that I ever remembered her showing me.

I think when her orgasm claimed her, she was unprepared for it, not that she didn't KNOW it was coming of course, only that when it did, it took her by such force that she jerked away suddenly, clasping her cunt with both hands, she fell off the side of the bed onto the floor with a surprised, almost shocked expression on her face when she did.

"How about undoing these now Debbie?" I stated, lifting my still secured wrists and giving my wife a look that said, "Hurry!"

Luckily they were the type that didn't require a key, just a simple catch that once pressed, released and opened them. With Silvia still clutching her cunt, lying on the floor next to the bed, Debbie...now Cindy briefly, moved up and settled her pussy down over my prick and engulfed me fully. Leaning over me so close that it would have been impossible for Silvia to hear a single word, she whispered.

"Remember....I love you."

We made love for less than a minute when Silvia finally managed to pick her self up off the floor.

"Hey...no fair hogging that!" She exclaimed, sounding just like a child who hated sharing her toys with anyone. Debbie quickly removed herself from my prick, winking at me when she did but then standing up next to the bed as Silvia now climbed aboard and shoved my prick inside herself with a degree of satisfaction by the expression on her face when she did.

"How about playing with my tits some more?" She asked Debbie...and after I cum, I'll do the same for you."

"Actually....I'm about done in." Debbie said startling the hell out of me. "I could really use a break. Thought maybe I'd head into the other bedroom for a little nap and leave the two of you to finish up together. I'll join you both later, and then maybe you and I can have a little more fun as well."

Silvia beamed. With Debbie finally out of the way, at least for a little while, she would now have me all to herself, and I would of course be forced to give her my complete and total undivided attention. We had NOT discussed this, and I was a little paranoid when I watched my wife's sweet ass disappear through the door and out of the room.

"Well now!" Silvia said glaring down at me devilishly. "Looks like you and I can now get down to some serious fucking!"

I'm positive that Silvia felt like I'd thrown her the best fuck of my life. I lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and to be honest I'd never gone quite that long without cumming myself. But the fact of the matter was, for some reason I could never quite get there. Every time I even got close, I thought of Cindy and suddenly the 'feeling' mysteriously disappeared. Silvia never noticed of course, and happily fucked herself into oblivion so that eventually she actually removed herself from me and fell against my side, happily contented, and obviously totally unaware that I hadn't even climaxed.

Minutes later she was softly snoring, sound asleep and I carefully extricated myself from her and out of the bed. I quickly padded naked down the hall checking the other bedroom but discovered that Cindy wasn't there. I then descended the stairs into the main area of the cabin and saw her standing in the kitchen expectantly waiting for me. She must have heard me searching for her, and gave me a curious look as I approached.

"She's asleep." I said quietly. Cindy pointed down at my still obvious erection.

"I couldn't." I said simply. Cindy smiled and for a moment I thought I saw tears form in the corners of her eyes. "Wash it in the sink first." She told me. "Then come outside."

By the time I was finished, Cindy was waiting for me around the side of the cabin where there were no windows or over hanging-balcony's. Fifty yards away from us on this side of the cabin ran a fairly wide river where I often fished. The roar of the water effectively cut off any sounds of our conversation as we spoke.

"You didn't cum then?" 

"No....I couldn't."

Cindy promptly turned around and braced herself against the side of the cabin leaning into it. "Fuck me." She said softly.

I had always wanted to make love to my wife outside. But as Cindy refused to come up to the cabin previously, we'd never managed to do it, though it had been something I had always wanted to do with her. And though the possibility of anyone seeing us was practically nil, unless someone was actually sitting on some hillside a ways away using a pair of binoculars to spy on us, odds were no one ever would. Even so, the thought of finally fucking my beautiful wife outside was thrilling, that aspect of danger and being seen possibly added to my desire for her, but the feel of her velvet cunt as I slid inside her had something to do what that too.

"Give me your cum!" She told me.

I didn't even last two minutes. Nervous to some degree that Silvia would awaken and come looking for us hurried me along. But the fact that I had also denied myself an orgasm previously helped that out considerably. As I pumped my ejaculations into my wife's pussy, filling her so completely that it soon began to squish out from around my cock and began to slowly trickle down the inside of her legs, I collapsed against her, reaching out to surround her with my arms and allowing her to continue to stand there holding me up when I did.

"Better?" She asked lovingly.

"Much!" I somehow managed to say.

"We need to do this again when we have more time to really enjoy it." She added.

I could only nod my head agreeably, and then slipped out of my wife's cunt and once again followed her back inside of the cabin. Thankfully, we hadn't been missed, as Silvia had not as yet come down stairs looking for us. We quickly made our way upstairs where I checked on Silvia and found her still sleeping. We grabbed our clothes, dressed and hurried once again downstairs. Almost an hour later Silvia woke and came down where she found Debbie busily cutting up vegetables for a Chef's salad, and me sitting at the table reading a book.

"Wow...guess I sort of zonked out." She said sheepishly. Glancing over towards Debbie where she worked, and then at me where I sat doing nothing basically, Silvia opted to take this moment to discuss the sale of the Cabin. I knew she wasn't much around the kitchen, never had been which is one of the reasons we ate out a lot during our marriage.

"Want to go over those papers now?" She asked.

"Sure...why not?" I replied.

I stood and quickly retrieved my briefcase and brought it over to the table. Debbie continued to amuse herself slicing up the tomatoes and didn't give either one of us so much as a blink.

Silvia took her time reading through the sheaf of papers as I expected she would, and when she came across the noted stipulation, I wasn't at all surprised and had in fact anticipated her question.

"I see that your father never bought any of the surrounding property." She said reading over the parcel of land the Cabin was on.

"Nope, never did. Couldn't afford it."

"I hope that isn't going to cause me any problems down the road." She wondered aloud.

"Don't know why it would?" I offered. "It's been here this long, and unless they decide to start paving a highway up through here, I can't see why they would do anything that might affect you."

Silvia reread the document once again and I did begin to sweat just a little bit.

"Do you like radishes?" Debbie spoke up suddenly. "Silvia?"

"What? I'm sorry...what did you ask me?"

"Radishes...do you like them in your salad?"

"Oh, sure...yes that would be fine." Silvia turned towards me then. "Two hundred thousand?" She asked.

"Yep...come on Silvia, you know it's worth at least three. And I know your appraiser told you it was at least worth that much, if not more." "I'm meeting with my attorney first thing Monday morning. As soon as he's had a chance to look over the papers, I'll let you know."

Cindy and I had figured she'd do that at the very least, but so far so good. "Would you like some wine?" I asked her.

"Do you have any Champaign?" Silvia asked. "Maybe we should celebrate!" 

Which was a good sign, and I couldn't help but breath a tiny sigh of relief, but we weren't out of the woods yet.

"I think I might still have a bottle or two kicking around here someplace." I stated. "Dinner about ready yet?" I then questioned Debbie, looking over towards her finally. Even she was smiling broadly as she finished tossing the rest of the salad and placed warmed dinner rolls inside a wicker basket.

"Just about....and if you're pouring...why don't you give me a glass of that Champaign too. I wouldn't mind having a glass of that myself."

We had a nice relaxing dinner and managed to polish off both bottles of Champaign. While Debbie cleared off the dishes, washed dried and put them away without any of Silvia's help, I started a nice warm fire in the hearth. Even on a July night, high up the mountains where we were the evenings could still get cool. And I also knew that we'd soon be fooling around once again, so the additional warmth would more than likely be needed anyway.