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Cindy & I Ch. 01

By: Fredthecanuck



Prologue

The plane seemed to level out, apparently reaching cruising altitude. Sounds of the engines, hydraulics and other more general ambient noises became less prominent. The smell of the air in the plane still bothered though as George looked to see if his bride was alright. Beginning the return trip from their honeymoon, she looked pale and nervous. This being only the second flight for either of them, Cindy clearly didn't care for air travel. Thinking there wasn't much he could do other than hold her hand, he turned to look out the window and became lost in thought.

They'd had a week on a Caribbean island and were now they heading back and to their new town home. Money from both families had provided for the down payment and some discount furniture.

However, George sensed something wasn't quite what it should be. He'd had all those hopes and wonderful dreams of a perfect, fulfilled married life and career. He had the job, a very satisfying and important one. He was a new paramedic with a large pre-hospital service. It was the marriage part that concerned him. 

They had been friends since childhood. She had moved in down the street she was only eight and it took a while before they got to talking. After that it wasn't long before they could often be seen together. They became best friends and held hands. Growing ever more comfortable and used to each other, they went steady through high school. The summer before he started college they got engaged. Cindy didn't have the grades or perhaps the ambition for continuing her education. She didn't seem to mind, content enough that she would be his wife. After all, for years it had been a foregone conclusion. 

They'd lost their virginity together and pleasure with each other was what they knew. It was good, great even, but naïve as George was, he knew there was much more to a life together than just sex. They loved each other but a nagging feeling that something was missing lurked in his mind. He also had an inkling that perhaps Cindy felt it too. Neither was aware there was a difference between love for each other and being "in" love.



Cindy & I Ch. 01



"It's kinda hot knowing, isn't it?"

"Uh-uh," Cindy responded, though obliged my hand to be more aggressive.

"Look at your breasts."

She wailed, "Georrrge!" but then did look at her chest. 

"Paul saw them. Play with them." Cindy began feeling her breasts. "You're so hot. ... And Paul saw your sweet nipples." Using my thumb to stimulate her clitoris, I ventured on, "How hard would Paul be, if you actually let him see your beautiful tits?" 

Cindy pressed her groin into my hand stimulation.

"Does it turn you on?" She groaned. "Would he still be shy? Would he get hard.? Would he blush?"

"I would," she replied quietly.

A moment later Cindy ground up her crotch in small rotations. I eased off and she moaned. "Would it turn you on, to let him see?"

Groaning she protested, "You ass. Fuck me."

Positioning myself, I paused above my wife. "Admit it, you're sexy."

"I'm sexy," she responded in a very soft voice while trying to pull me closer.

I teasingly rubbed my cock back and forth along her slit. "It would be hot, letting Paul see."

"I doubt that."

Shifting, I slid my cock halfway into her and stopped. "Talking about it is hot, say it."

Tugging at my hips Cindy answered loudly, "Pervert, quit teasing," then almost whispered, "Maybe." 

Pulling back some, then in one long movement, I pressed in until our groins touched. Her vagina felt so wonderfully snug and warm, and very, very wet. Cindy moaned in pleasure of my entry and thrust herself hard against me. I halted deep inside my love. "Are you thinking about it?"

"Stop it."

Realizing I'd gone too far, gotten a little crazy, I made love to my wife, hoping the passion wasn't lost. 

Raising my hips I withdrew my cock, soaked by her arousal, until only the crown remained inside. Slowly I returned to her hungry depths. Cindy moaned out, gripping my hips hard. Our pubic hair grinding together, I began a slow determined corkscrew with my shaft. She threw her legs into the air and her moans grew louder. I changed suddenly, pulling back then plunging hard. Back, then forcefully filling her once more. She groaned in my ear. Kissing my wife hard, I tilted my pelvis to work it on her clit. Cindy screamed out in orgasm as I kept up the onslaught.

Despite my own need, I felt I owed this to her for getting carried away teasing. I withdrew, plunged and ground against her, again and again. Cindy met each thrust moaning loudly. Hard, forcefully we sought the ultimate. Another climax, this time she whimpered. Still I worked to please my lover, my wife.

My own end was near and I strained to hold it at bay. Reaching between us I found her clit and massaged it while trying to prevent my juices from exploding. Cindy's whimpering became continuous, throwing her hands down, frantically gripping the sheets she came yet again. I threw caution to the wind and removed my hand, I was in impossible heat. Pounding in and out I sought the overdue. Cindy was quivering, I thrust into her hard as I could, and as I felt a tremor of her own, I came with a roar. Pulse after pulse shot from my swollen aching cock into her womb. 

Collapsing onto my forearms, sweat dripping from us both, we panted into each others ear. Still inside the woman I loved, I felt her tremors continue then finally fade. We kissed a long time, our tongues expressing all we felt. It was almost torture to withdraw from her heat, the place I adored.

Resting beside my wife we snuggled, gently giving each other light kisses. Caressing her nearest breast Cindy murmured, "He is cute, in a kinda shy, nerdy way." 

Unable to resist any longer I asked, "You think Paul's favorite color is baby blue now?"

Turning away to assume her normal sleep position, Cindy replied, "From the way you tell it he probably doesn't remember what color my shirt was."

"Yeah maybe, but you were wearing matching panties."

Bolting upright to face me Cindy cried out, "What, you're joking? Tell me you're joking."

"At first you bent down and that was glorious, but then you kinda squatted." 

Falling back on her pillow my wife sighed, "Oh for fuck sake!"



Cindy & I Ch. 02



Chapter 2 Sowing Seeds

I worked the rest of that set of shifts then I began four days off. The weather was forecast to be sunny and warm. To my surprise the day before Cindy had gone with Fred to a garden centre to select some plantings. It was tempting to ask what she'd worn but I was just pleased the two were getting along. 

I lazed on the bed while Cindy showered. Stepping out, an coy look appeared on her face and in a cutesy voice, she stated, "Okay dear husband, I'm going to be out gardening this morning. What should I wear?"

"Um let me see," I teased back. "How about something sexy?"

Grinning or smirking, I was not sure which, Cindy asked, "You sure? Mr. Wilkins is likely to be out. He bought some things yesterday too."

"Sure, why not. Give him a thrill, yourself a thrill. Go for it."

"Yeah right. I just asked to see if you were still on that kick like before."

I wasn't about to let the small progress in her self assurance be set back. I tried to think quickly. Cindy was teasing, she was thinking about things even if she was still saying no. Remembering the ice cream, I suggested, "Let's play pretend."

"Huh?"

"Pretend we are still on the island at the resort. You have been appointed Goddess of the Gardens." Cindy giggled. "You are at one with nature." Giggle. "Clothes seem unnecessary."

Laughing, she attacked me on the bed. "You are nuts. Completely nuts."

We tussled and tickled for a bit. When we ran out of breath, I continued, "Okay, but admit it sounds nice." I caressed her flat tummy and noted it was extra taut. Was she nervous, turned on? "Erotic," I continued. "Dreamy." I kissed her. "Exciting."

"Not," she responded with a mock pout. "Well, maybe a little bit, but only in a fantasy world."

"Well we can have a bit of fantasy in real life. It doesn't have to be all dull and routine."

"Ah-huh, go on."

"Pretend Fred has already seen you naked and beautiful."

"George!"

"You were self conscious at first but warmed to his praise of your delectable body."

"Oh God."

"Now you are simply going to be outside, possibly together, possibly not." I toyed with one of her nipples. 

"Ah-huh."

"The idea of covering so nothing dare show, somehow seems less important now."

"Oh geez."

Rising from the bed, I added, "Pretend all of that really happened. Don't deny your admirers goddess, dress for today." 

Cindy groaned.

"You don't have to go out like that but pretend, for me, for us. When you're done come down and show me."

She threw a pillow at my head. 

I had the breakfast dishes washed and tidied well before Cindy finally came downstairs. I was speechless. The proverbial farmer's daughter had nothing on her. Barefoot and clad in worn blue jean cutoffs, with virtually no leg material left was stunning. Her shapely legs looked even better somehow. The outside leg seams of the shorts were split way up and onto her hips. The waistline rested well below her cute navel.

Wow. She'd cut most of the belt area. Her midriff was bare to just below her ever so delicious breasts. Covering but drawing attention to her chest was an old thin t-shirt that I barely recognized as mine. It was cut off at the bottom and hung there without even touching her abdomen. There were only over sized armholes, the sleeves had been removed. The low scoop at the top was wide and deep. She'd cut away a lot of what had been there to make the deep, rounded scoop. It wouldn't take much at all for both her breasts to be on display. Finally her hair was up in a high ponytail, revealing her very kissable, slender neck.

Grinning but blushing, Cindy announced, "Okay I'm ready. Do you think Mr. Wilkins will like it?" she naughtily inquired, posing saucily.

Trying to regain a semblance of composure, I answered, "Um, maybe, ask him."

"Jerk," she laughed.

"You are ravishing."

"Yeah well, it's only for fun. I did enjoy doing it though."

"Good, I'm glad you did. You do look great like that. Be honest, do you feel sexy right now? You look great."

"Yeah, okay I do." She turned a bit to show her legs and butt cheeks.

"Your admirers would love to see you now."

"Yeah sure ... You know Paul's been by a couple more times since. He's a nice guy. We've sat and talked some."

"So he's not shy after all."

"He is. He told me he was awkward with people."

"But apparently not with you," I added.

Smiling broadly, Cindy informed me, "Paul said he liked me. It took him a while to get it out, but then sorta blurted out he liked talking with me."

"Ooh-la-la, my hot wife has another one gaga?" 

She stuck out her tongue at me. "Very funny. Well anyway, this was just for pretend. The Goddess of the Garden will go up and change to really go out now."

"Wait, hang on. I want to get a picture."

"Aw, not again. Didn't you take enough on our honeymoon?"

"Never. Don't move."

Returning with the camera, I took several shots from different angles and poses. The flash went off each time. In moving about I noticed Fred in his yard, trying to see what was going on. I took a couple more then sat away from the window.

"Our neighbor is out there. Wave to him."

"Oh no," she gasped and froze. 

"Best acknowledge him, he's already seen you."

Timidly, Cindy waved and attempted a smile. Turning to me, she asked, "Now what am I going to do? If I change before I go out he'll wonder, won't he?"

This seemed new. She cared what he might think? "Well, I would say it's already decided then. Go on out. You'll be fine."

Cindy groaned and stomped a foot, "I could just not go out." 

"True, but your plants are waiting, and I think you were looking forward to it."

She whimpered, "Yeah but I'll be so nervous. Will you go out first, distract him maybe?"

I grabbed my coffee and went outside. Fred said good morning and invited me over. We sat and chatted briefly. Soon he revealed his curiosity. "So, taking some pictures of the Mrs.?"

"Yeah, can't get enough really. I love her so much."

"She is a delight. I'm glad we're getting along. I thoroughly enjoyed our trip out yesterday, great company."

Cindy came out, said hi and waved as she quickly squatted down to begin her planting. The low fence provided some element of cover but the spacing between the slats allowed enticing glimpses. Her breasts looked so mouth watering beneath the top that now gaped open and down. There was nothing left to the imagination. Her pink nipples were like small bullets, and the lovely under curves of her breasts invited caressing.

The legless shorts rode up as she crouched, and her delightfully firm bum cheeks saucily sought attention too. Should I go whisper to her? Would that help or hinder? She'd said how nervous she'd be. I didn't necessarily want her to display that much to Fred, or anyone else, but... I turned to look at our neighbor. He was certainly taking full advantage of the view.

Realizing I knew, he spoke, "It's been a long while since I've seen a beauty such as your Cindy."

"Yeah, well, um..."I stammered while thinking Paul had seen a lot of one bare breast and her panty-clad mound, but not this much. Not her whole bare chest and butt cheeks.

"Don't be displeased. It's harmless after all."

Cindy was right from the beginning. Fred was different. He had found a way to kindly say let him look, then dismiss it as harmless. The damn of it all was, I found myself at a loss to think of why not. I sipped at my coffee and enjoyed watching my wife's delightful boobs sway and jiggle as she worked away. God but she is sexy. Letting my thoughts drift, I quietly reminisced, "She was easily the best looking girl in school."

"No doubt," Fred replied.

"Oh geez Fred, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was thinking out loud." 

"You spoke a truth, no apology," he replied simply. "Think I'll go round to help your wife," he added and was off.

Caught off guard, I just sat there. Fred knelt beside her and leaned around to view her charms close up. Cindy seemed frozen to the spot. It had all happened so quickly. There he was, so near, looking straight into her top as she remained bent down. He did nothing to disguise what he was doing. Red faced, she looked my way helplessly. It was too late. I sort of threw my hands up. I think Cindy resigned herself to the situation too because she resumed her planting. Fred even began to actually help her dig and plant. Later we parted ways and went inside for a break. 

Cindy spoke first. "I might as well have been topless out there!"

I mumbled.

"Well I hope you're happy. Mr. Wilkins saw my boobs real good this time and he sure seemed pleased."

"We'll live honey. It happened. It wasn't anybody's fault really."

"Ha, you and your fixations with my body. You've got our bloody neighbor going now too."

"Cindy, hang on. I love you to bits, and yes, your body too. Fred is going to like what he likes. You, me, we won't change that."

"So now what?"

"Don't know. Nothing, I would think."

"Nothing? He saw my bare boobs, half my ass too."

"We just go on. He saw your breasts. Nobody died. Now at least, maybe you don't have to worry about being so modest going outside."

"I don't believe this. You seem to be sitting there telling me it's okay if he sees my tits again."

"No I am not! However, if by chance he does, it wouldn't be so big a deal then, would it?"

A few minutes later Fred knocked on our back door. "Come on out you two. I've made us some punch and we can visit."

We gave each other a look and joined him. Looking uncomfortable at first Cindy did calm as she sat more modestly in a chair. Sipping at her pineapple based drink, she remarked, "Mmm, this is different."

"It's my own special recipe," Fred replied. "You like it?"

Taking a larger swallow Cindy nodded. "Yes, I think I do. It has a unique something about it."

I nodded in agreement.

"So George tells me he's into taking pictures," Fred remarked, changing the subject. Cindy flushed and glared at me. "I bet there are some good ones. I noticed him at work snapping some earlier."

Cindy offered, "He was taking some of me in this outfit I made. It was just for fun really. It wasn't for anybody to see, but then you kind of did, so... Well it seemed too late to change and..."

"And glad I am of that," Fred declared. "A delightful outfit indeed, and you're so lovely in it."

So here we were right back in it. I took a big drink.

"You must show me your photos, George. I'd like that. Do they go back to when you were dating?"

"Yeah, they do."

"Good then. I bet there's some nice honeymoon ones too, eh? Cindy, how did you come about the outfit? Do you have others like it?"

Cindy flushed again. "No, that's the only one."

"Pity, I'd love to see more."

"It was just a pretend thing. I don't know what got into me actually," she added.

"Well you did a smashing job. You should make some more, right George? You surely have the figure and looks for it Cindy. I'd love to see you in them when they're done."

I had to intervene. "Um, Fred, this whole thing was meant to be, private. It wasn't meant to be a shared thing. You know. You certainly weren't meant to see, ah, well, what you did."

"Oh I understand George. I'm not about to tell anyone. Our neighborly friendship can be as private as you like. I appreciate a bit of the risqué too. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Cindy has shown imagination in creating her outfit. I think it's wonderful." 

I was dumbfounded. Bordering the rude, he had boldly, albeit nicely, said he enjoyed looking at my wife's naked breasts. That we shouldn't be embarrassed and he encouraged her to show off more. We went silent as we lowered the amount of punch in the jug.

Fred went over to his place to use the washroom and Cindy simply asked me, "Well?"

I shrugged. "Honestly don't know. We could end the friendship here but it would be awkward being neighbors."

Cindy shook her head. "No, I hope there's no need for that."

"Well, we can just try and ignore some of what he says, but that'll be ongoing." She nodded. "You could just do a strip for him right here," I playfully suggested, trying for humor.

"George!"

"We can go along some when we feel like it?"

"If!" Cindy corrected. "Hey, are you saying you're okay with this?" 

I shrugged again. "Before, Paul and his dad saw your boobs and the world didn't end. So now Fred has too, an even better look, but it's over. Don't just be reactive, how do you feel?"

She considered then replied softly, "Not as bad as I should. Not that I'm likely to, but if I ever were to make another outfit, I think I'd be having thoughts about what Mr. Wilkins might see of my body or not."

Fred returned. "So then, with the weather warm and all, how about a barbecue later? I have some nice chops I can take out."

What the heck. "Sure, sounds good," I replied.

Sighing, Cindy added, "I guess I can make a salad." 

We enjoyed the rest of the day. Fred was overall a nice guy. Yeah, he did try and look down her top again. Cindy didn't cooperate, but then she didn't exactly turn away either.

Getting ready for bed that night Cindy lost her shorts and panties. After beginning to remove her top, my old t-shirt, she seemed to change her mind. She went to the large mirror over her dresser and bent forward.

Smiling, I remarked with sincerity, "It was a lovely sight."

"George," my wife replied in a don't be like that tone. "I'm trying to see just how far down Mr. Wilkins saw."

"Well, I don't think you're bent over low enough," I suggested.

Cindy tried lower but got frustrated, stating, "When I do that I can't see in the mirror properly."

Thinking rapidly, I got her to go and get on the bed facing the mirror, then I got an empty shoe box out of the closet. Squashing it a little first, I wedged it behind the mirror at the top. As I'd hoped, it moved the angle down. 

My wife knelt on hands and knees and remarked, "That's better, thanks." 

Joining her on the bed, I knelt behind her and tapped her legs prompting, "Open so I can get closer to see."

Cindy obliged and I snuggled in, leaning over her back and placed my head above hers.

"George you're getting hard," she commented in a dismissive voice.

My cock was resting perfectly centered along her butt crease and indeed was lengthening. "Mmm, yeah," I replied lovingly and caressed the spectacular cheeks of her bum. "Who wouldn't be? Think Fred got hard looking at those?"

Annoyed, Cindy shot back, "Jerk, don't start. I wasn't naked below," she added, then gave a small giggle. "And Mr. Wilkins wasn't playing with my ass. Trying to turn me on."

"Turn just a little this way," I urged, moving her slightly and sliding my hardness up and down a bit, along the V of her bum. "Ah, see. I think that's more the view Fred had," I commented as if nothing else was happening.

My wife must have known exactly what I was up to, but played along by asking, "Think Mr. Wilkins really might have gotten... stiff?"

"Absolutely," I assured, kissing her shoulder and pressing my cock more firmly against her bum. Thinking of buttery words, I added, "Hot, sexy. Mr. Wilkins got a glimpse of heaven today." 

Cindy groaned and retorted, "Laying it on a little thick aren't you?" But then wriggled her butt against my cock, giggling.

I turned my head remembering the stuffed animals on her night table. "Don't move, wait a sec," I said, patting her bum and moving off the bed. I got the stuffed collectible I wanted and placed it on her dresser at the base of the mirror.

"What's that for?" my wife inquired, amused.

Resuming my position on the bed, I replied, "Don't you recognize Mr. Wilkins?"

Laughing, she rebutted, "It's a blue elephant silly."

Smiling at her response, I teased, "Ssh, we're playing pretend." 

"Aah, not again," Cindy groaned in response, feeling my softer shaft slip between her legs and against her pussy.

Continuing on, I suggested, "It's fun. See, Mr. Wilkins is appreciating the view of your glorious bod, with those big, longing eyes of his."

Cindy replied, laughing, "You're nuts, crazy." Tilting her hips, she invitingly asked, "So you going to do me? Or just joke around?" She then added, "The only thing longing about that thing looking at me is its long trunk."

How could I say no to a cute gal. I placed the head of my cock just inside her entrance to moisten. Picking up on Cindy's words, I teased further, "Think Fred has a long trunk?"

"George?"

"Yes dear?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Yes dear."





Cindy & I Ch. 03



Ch. 3 Pickerel Season

We saw Fred over the next few days but only in a passing, greeting kind of way. Then the morning of starting another set of days off, I decided it was time to be over whatever it was I was feeling. Hell, I think Cindy was doing better than I was. I went out to sit with him.

"We haven't sat together for a bit," he remarked.

"I haven't had any real time off 'til now and, well to be honest, we didn't know how to be any more."

"Why do you need to be anything?"

"Come on Fred, things have changed between us."

"Okay, yes they have. It doesn't mean we can't still be friends. It was a bit of fun, a turn on. Do you regret it?"

"No, nor does Cindy really. It's just the reality is something I'm not sure we were ready for. Unnerved us a bit."

"Yet it was exhilarating. Keep that in mind as you two go along in your marriage." 

"Helping Cindy to be less reserved, to feel better about herself, was the whole point. Maybe it was too much, because now there's this big question mark that seems to be in our heads. Did we overdo it? Was it right or wrong? Should we..."

"Hold on George. Have you two been fucking like rabbits lately?"

"Um well, yeah, I guess."

"Then you have your answer. You both think or even talk about it over and over, and it turns you on."

I tried to digest this, then asked, "How do you seem to know all this?"

Chuckling, Fred replied, "Because I've been there George. I was married too." After a few moments he rose and said, "Well I'm going to have some lunch, then I'm off to go fishing," and he started to leave.

"Fishing huh, I like that too. Haven't been for some years though."

"You're welcome to go. Cindy too of course, if she'd like. You have a rod? I have some extras but I haven't looked at them in a long while."

"Yeah I do. Okay, I'll ask and get back to you."

Cindy had never fished but was warm to the idea. "Sounds like fun. I don't know about worms and hooks though, yuck. Where we going?"

"Don't know. After lunch I'll let him know we want to go and find out."

"I'll go over," she replied. "Haven't talked to him all that much since that day. Heck, I've seen Paul more than Mr. Wilkins." 

Cindy left and it seemed a long while before she returned. "Want to go away for a few days?" she asked. Stunned I just looked at her. Not only did her question surprise me but her shirt looked different. "Fred is going to his cottage to fish and he's going to stay there for a while. He said we were welcome to come up tomorrow, for the day, or we could go today and stay over. He gave me this map he printed out." 

"Shit!" I exclaimed. "What happened over there?"

"We talked," my wife giggled. "He said there's a couple of bedrooms and indoor plumbing though the place could use some cleaning up. He has a boat too," she added, sounding excited at that prospect.

Deciding to wait it out about the shirt, I tried, "I'm caught off guard here. It seems it was just a bit ago we were concerned about how things would be with Fred and the what ifs kind of thing. Spending some time hanging out fishing sounds okay. You want to stay too?"

"I was wondering when he was talking and doing the map. I asked him if he was figuring that might mean he'd get to look again. I'm pretty sure I turned red though. He said he expected nothing though he'd be a liar to try and deny liking what happened before." 

"Well we can go for the fishing and to be someplace different," I offered and Cindy nodded. "We can take a bag then decide up there if we want to stay." Another nod. "You gonna tell me what happened to your shirt?" I finally asked.

My cute wife blushed but gave a small grin. "George, like I told you, I thought about things while I was at Mr. Wilkins'. I wasn't thinking about whether we would stay or not. I just figured if we go it would be there, in the air, and would I feel comfortable. I had to decide George.

"We were standing near each other when he gave me the map. Maybe I was trying to make light of things but I mentioned I wasn't as fussy about the buttons on my shirts as before. Well he looked at my chest really good then. I asked if he thought I was being more confident or if I'd gone too far. He said I hadn't gone too far at all. He went on and said with friends there was no need to be shy or modest.

"I thought again about that day and so I asked if undoing more would look okay and he agreed. I gave an, I don't know thing to him, and he asked may I. I nodded but I wasn't really sure about what he meant. Well, he touched my front and undid not one or two, but all of my buttons. We looked at each other and I believe I tried to smile, thinking he was playing cute.

"He must have thought that was a signal or something because then he slid my shirt down and off my shoulders and arms. I stood there like that, then I guess I kinda hugged him, to let him know I wasn't mad, but part of it was to hide my face. I went to put my arms back into my shirt but he stopped me. He unhooked my bra...and took it off. He looked at my boobs a good while, then pulled my shirt back on and tied it at the bottom like you see. He said that was much better." 

I sat there in fascinated awe of what my wife had just related. I also came to the realization that I had a healthy erection. "Um, I didn't see you carrying your bra when you came in?"

"Well, I went to pick it up from the table, where he'd put it, but he asked if I would leave it there 'til we got back from fishing." 

I sprang up and started to leave the room. "Where are you going?" Cindy asked, sounding more than a tad anxious.

"To pack." 

I must have been quick because Cindy was just coming upstairs as I was going down to go out to the garage and look for my fishing stuff. The line was a tangled mess on the reel and the contents of my fishing box looked pathetic but I threw it all in the trunk of the car. Going back in to get our bags I found Cindy wasn't ready so I went to take a good look at the map. It showed a route to Otter Lake, then a couple of small roads beyond a tiny place called Broken Pine. I figured under two hours easy.  

Cindy came down lugging an overstuffed suitcase. Women, I thought to myself. She was still wearing that shirt that Fred had rearranged but had put on the shorts she'd doctored for her pretend outfit. Looking up, it dawned on me I hadn't seen Fred's car when I went out to the garage before, oh well. We loaded up and were off. 

Other than the radio there was silence for a long while. I know my mind was spinning however. Taking the chance I started, "You wearing that outfit for Mr. Wilkins?"

"Yeah, I figured why not. He did the shirt and I thought he might like it that I'd still have it on when he sees me later." She shrugged like it was no longer a big deal. "He's already seen my boobs today. The shorts sorta go with it, don't you think?"

"By all means. You do have a creative thing for outfits."

"Paul seemed to like it."

"Huh?"

"While you were in the garage messing about, he came to the back door. He had that big smile of his but he seemed sad when I said we were going away and had to run."

I slowly shook my head and she continued with a small giggle, "I was wearing them with the white halter one day when Paul stopped by with his dog."

Smiling I remarked, "He must have liked that too."

"Yeah I think so." she agreed with amusement in her voice. "We talk a lot now. You know that dog isn't his. He's just looking after it for a while."

"Talking a lot eh? Cindy's got a boyfriend," I tried to sing.

"Ha ha," she replied and stuck her tongue out at me. "He's got himself a job at the mall, in that new electronics place. Oh, I gave him a beer one time when we were inside sitting, hope that's okay."

I nodded and my wife continued, "I wore other shorts and the pink halter another time he came by."

"Wow, does he stare much?"

"He did or does, but I talked to him. He was gaping at first and I told him it embarrassed me. So I offered the, look but don't stare thing. Anyway, we talked so long I offered him lunch."

Cindy was smiling, almost smirking, and sounded so cute, like she was trying to get to me. I tried to counter with, "Long conversations, having drinks, making him a meal, wearing nice outfits. Going steady?"

Cindy whacked my shoulder good. "Knothead, I'm just trying to explain I'm more comfortable wearing the kind of stuff you thought was better for me... He does seem to have a quite a crush on me now... And, I uh, have a confession. When he got sad today, I couldn't help it, I hugged him, then I gave him a little kiss." 

I paused then shook my head slowly. "First kiss?" I asked, though I sensed it was.

"Hm-hm, First hug too," Cindy replied, blushing slightly.

"You're friends," I simply stated. Changing the subject back, I inquired, "Cindy, when Fred was doing your shirt, did he touch you this time?"

"No. It's a bit odd really. I thought he would. I mean you weren't there and he was taking off my clothes, well my shirt and bra. My bra closed in the front and he had his hands right there but..."

"Hmm, so it's not 'cus I'm there or not. Gee he's bold enough in other ways."

"Yeah, maybe it's because I'm married, you know."

"Somehow I don't think that bothers him at all. You want him to touch you? Would you like that?"

"George!" she gasped, followed by a long pause. "I should be upset that you asked me that, but I guess I understand. I've kinda wondered how I'd feel at times too."

"Is that maybe part of why you let him, do that today?" I ventured further. 

"I wouldn't have thought so, but maybe. I just figured that given the other time, it wasn't so bad. It was naughty I know, but it was fun, and hey, we did talk about it sorta."

"So, we're going to all be close for the next day or two. Would you like it to happen? Do you want him to touch you?"

Looking at me confused and with a questioning eye, Cindy hesitatingly replied, "I don't know... I guess if he does, it would, maybe be okay. Is that what you want?"

"We're all getting close and personal. It just seems a natural progression to me."

Bothered by my remark, Cindy exclaimed, "Progression? We don't have to progress that way. Look, the prospect of it does excite me some, but I'm your wife and he's just a neighbor... A friendly one."

"Sweetie, you have gained self esteem. You seem to take things, the world lighter. We are getting along wonderfully. You've thought it might be neat, and I would be okay if things got more, personal with Fred."

"Yeah, okay."

I let it drop at that point. We drove on and came to the town of Allingham. Spotting a plaza, I pulled in. 

"Come on," I announced. "We need to get some groceries."

"What? Hey, I can't go into a store dressed like this."

Getting out, I countered, "Sure you can. You look hot." I walked around to Cindy's door and opened it. Handing her some money, I instructed, "Go into the grocery and get some steaks and corn or something. Maybe eggs and stuff for breakfast too."

Looking flabbergasted, Cindy replied, "I'd be afraid to move in this and... Hey, what are you going to do? Aren't you coming?"

"Nope, I'm going over to the other end to the liquor store," I remarked, starting to walk away. "You'll be fine."

I got back to the car some minutes before my wife. Seeing her exit the store and approach, I marveled again at how beautiful she truly was. After putting the bags in the back, she got in and declared, "Well that was quite an experience."

Not responding, I started the car and got us back under way. Cindy continued, "The meat counter has those mirrors at the back. I noticed a guy looking at me through it, when I was bent over picking out steaks. I was stuck! What was I going to do?

"Trying to find a decent package of bacon, do you know how long that takes? There was a couple there and the guy was checking me out." She looked at me to find me grinning. "George! You're enjoying this!" I had to giggle and got a shoulder slap for my indiscretion.

"By the time I got to the eggs I just said screw it, and I wiggled my butt when I bent over." That produced an all out laugh from me. "Selecting corn from the bin, a guy even offered to help me." Shrugging, Cindy added, "So I let him. He even picked out some baking potatoes when I mentioned a barbecue." I broke out in chuckles again. "George, he asked me to go out for coffee! I had to get out of there, and I missed getting some things." 

Further along I saw an old sign announcing Broken Pine and knew we were close to our destination. I pulled in to a gas station right by the lake. "Cindy, why don't you go in and look for whatever else you think we need. I'll be in in a few minutes."

"Sure," she replied with a mild sauciness. "Maybe I can get asked out by another hot stud."

After gassing up, I entered what looked like some kind of old style general store. I saw Cindy by the chip rack and a guy maybe forty behind the counter. I started over to the ATM and I heard her say to the clerk, "Yup, gonna try and catch my first fish."

"Sounds good. Be a nice time to catch some rays too," the man replied.

"Yeah it will. The guys 'll be there though. Won't be able to get sun all over."

My dear wife was flirting, teasing this guy, I realized as I moved over to get the pop I'd forgotten for mix.

The clerk responded, "Sure you can. While they're distracted you can catch the big one."

Cindy laughed, "Hmm, good idea. That was smooth."

Having obtained what I wanted I went to the counter. "You could distract me anytime," I added, joining in. 

Cindy walked up next to me. "Men are so easy."

Handing the guy my credit card, I countered, "We just know what's worth giving up our mystery for."

"Yes indeed," the clerk agreed as he rang things up.

Back in the car while studying the map, I asked, "So, did you get asked out?"

"No, you came in and spoiled it all," Cindy replied with a mock pout. "He was kinda tall, dark and handsome too," she added, now smiling broadly.

Amused, I rebutted, "The guy was shorter than me, and he was old enough to be your father."

"Well I went out with Mr. Wilkins... to the garden centre. And anyone taller than me is tall, so there."

"Okay, okay," I replied, shaking my head and giving her that one.

Finally we arrived at Fred's cottage and thankfully his car was there. Walking onto the porch we noticed a sign over the door. TRADING POST.

Fred greeted us then helped get the groceries from the car and our bags squared away.

"So, how be I fix you a drink? George, Cindy, what'll you have?" 

"Rye and ginger, thanks," I replied.

"Okay, rye and ginger it is. You get the next round, okay George?"

"Sure, sounds good."

"Rye and cola for me please," Cindy added.

Fred made drinks for me and himself, then went to sit.

"Ahem, what about mine?" she asked.

"Oh, I thought you'd changed your mind. You didn't offer anything?"

Looking perplexed, Cindy came out with, "Huh?"

"I made a drink for your husband and he agreed to make the next round. I didn't hear anything from you so," Fred explained.

Laughing as I caught on, I offered, "Trading post, fair exchange."

Groaning, Cindy stated in mock disgust, "Okay I get it. Fine, I'll make the drinks after George."

Fred replied, "Nah, I may not want a third. Besides, we may be out fishing by then."

Frustrated, my wife got up, stating, "Okay, so I'm on my own, is that it? I can make my own drinks."

"Cindy dear, I will still gladly make you a drink. You just haven't offered anything I want," Fred responded, still maintaining a straight face.

Getting into this, I suggested to my wife, "Trade a hug, or a kiss maybe."

Seeing an enthusiastic nod from Fred, Cindy smirked, then hugged and pecked our big fishing host on the lips. "Gee, a twofer," he chuckled and went about making her drink.

The cottage was a simple open affair with two bedrooms and a shower bathroom along one side. The odd thing though, was that the walls of those rooms didn't reach all the way to the ceiling or floor. The framing did but not the wall boards. Fred explained that was for air circulation. The only heat sources were a fireplace or a propane space heater type of furnace. There were doors to the rooms at least.

I made the second round and got a big smooch from my wife in trade. Taking them, we headed down to check out the boat and his spare rods. Fred had brought down a bottle and some pop. On the way he cautioned, "Drinking and boating is illegal, so be advised if you see another boat." He stowed the liquor away somewhere. Loaded up we set off. It seemed we were the only boat out, but nearing the fuel dock I did see a couple further down.

When we pulled up Fred got out and hit an intercom. I noticed a camera too. "Hi Tom, need some gas," he called into the speaker.

The pump made noises of being switched on and, as agreed, I started fueling. He and Cindy headed up to the store, he to pay and her to get our fishing licenses. Returning Cindy sat in the back of the boat with me.

She spoke just loud enough, "George, do you know where we are?"

"Not sure, why?"

"This is the back, the lake side of where we stopped for gas on the way here."

"Oh really?"

"Uh-huh. He didn't actually let out he'd met me but he did say distractions can interfere with fishing this time of year."

"Oops, so you got teased back?"

"Yeah and that's not it. They know each other. Mr. Wilkins suggested he stop by for a drink if it was okay with you and me. I couldn't be rude so I said I thought that would be nice."

About midway back to the cottage, Fred shut off the motor to let us drift and we prepared our lines. He asked if we'd like to go by the standards. We had no idea what he was referring to so he explained, "First fish, most fish, biggest fish, but only on keepers of course."

"For what?" I asked.

"Well I don't mind cleaning fish so I'll do all that. For each of the categories, how about the winner gets out of doing something else?"

Cindy laughed, "Gee Mr. Wilkins, you're the only real fisherman here. You'll get out of everything."

"Au contraire," he replied. "Beginners luck and all that, and George has fished before. I'll let you two decide, how's that?"

What the heck, we shrugged and tried to come up with ideas as we cast our lines. We decided and Cindy proudly announced, "First fish doesn't have to cook." Fred clapped and so I joined in. "Most fish doesn't have doesn't have to wash or dry dishes." More clapping. "Biggest fish gets waited on with drinks and snacks all night." 

"Very good," Fred declared as he pulled off his shirt to get some sun. 

A while later I felt hot as well. "It is a warm afternoon out here on the water isn't it," I commented and removed my shirt.

"Yes, it's a small lake, most of the boaters stay in the larger, open portion. But I prefer it down here at my end. Hardly any breeze seems to get in though." Fred replied.

Hearing, "I hope you guys get distracted as hell," I turned to see Cindy going topless too.

Beautiful and amazing was all I could think. I pulled out my trusty camera and got a shot. In appreciation I got a raspberry from the lovely model. I got more pictures when the few fish were being brought in.

A couple of hours later we decided to call it a day. Lines reeled in and stowed, Fred asked Cindy, "You like to drive us back?"

Laughing she replied, "Sure, if you don't value your boat. I can't drive this."

Fred got behind the wheel, moved the seat back and patted his legs. "Come on, I'll help you."

To my great surprise she did. She climbed on and away we went. I managed a great picture of the two of them like that. My previously reserved wife, sitting topless on our neighbor's lap. They were enjoying themselves and had big smiles. 




Cindy & I Ch. 03



So the upshot of it was, Fred didn't have to cook and Cindy didn't have to do dishes or make a drink later. The fish were cleaned and put in the fridge for breakfast at Fred's request. He used my camera to take a picture of Cindy and I by the barbecue. Having a nice steak dinner, I looked across the table at my wife enjoying her meal and chatting. It was amazing to me that no one had put their shirt back on, and I took one of them sitting like that. 

Later, with everything cleaned up, we sat back and I declared, "This is very enjoyable. Thank you for inviting us Fred."

"My pleasure," he replied. "Good company makes any day worthwhile."

Cindy raised her drink adding, "Here's to friendship."

We all toasted, then the possibility of playing cards came up. We decided on gin. We also decided on no more rewards or trades for the night. It got late and we retired. I snuggled next to Cindy and quickly drifted off.





Cindy & I Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Good Night Wilbur

I poured the last of the coffee and set about making more. I heard Cindy start the shower. Remembering fish for breakfast, I pulled the fillets and eggs from the fridge. Home fries seemed like an idea to go with them, so I got the rest of the baked potatoes from dinner, peeled some more and put them on to boil. The wall clock told me it was barely eight o'clock.

I was sitting at the table enjoying the fresh coffee and pleased with my morning kitchen efforts when Fred walked in. Perhaps it was seeing him in his robe but it took me a second to realize I was sitting there naked with my legs spread open. He walked right over to the table, slipped off his robe and moved to the counter for coffee.

Sitting at the adjacent chair he said, "Good to see I'm not the only one that likes the freedom." 

I have no idea if I stared but I realized Cindy hadn't exaggerated and his Moby was aptly named. He was tanned all over too. Trying to be nonchalant, I crossed my leg in a manly way. "The weather is nice up here," I offered, trying to sound comfortable.

Fred added, "I like sitting on the dock fishing as the sun comes up. Early morning sun on my body feels good."

"Hmm, should try that," I remarked, not knowing what else to say.

We saw movement as Cindy emerged from the bathroom. "Oops" was heard as she noticed us and scurried to the bedroom. It amused me that given she was nude, in her embarrassment, all she thought to cover was her face.

I wanted to shower but thought I'd sit until my wife came back out. Looking at the clock, I knew the potatoes were done so I went to drain them. Cindy appeared wearing a deep blue bikini and walked to the table to get her cup. 

"Hi Mr. Wilkins," she greeted, blushing. I saw him look up from her belly. Glancing at me, my dear wife bent and kissed him. "Hi Moby," she continued, with seemingly no hesitation. Taking hold of Fred's cock, she moved it up and down it lightly.

I quickly turned to face the counter. I had reacted to that brief sight and my cock had lengthened. What was with me? Was I becoming a pervert? I shrugged it off as I went to shower. It was because it was sexy fun I decided. 

Toweling off, I heard over the wall, "So why do you never call me Fred?"

"I don't know, I just think it's neat, kinda cute to call you Mr. Wilkins."

Debating whether it was due to Fred's age or the old teacher that my wife settled on his last name, I went to fetch my shaving stuff and saw them preparing breakfast. Fred was still naked and I must say he was in pretty good form. Cindy only wore the bikini bottom now. It was hard shaving when you were smiling and shaking your head.

We had a good feed of pickerel. I had decided to stay naked, it felt good. After Fred did his shower shave thing, Cindy said she wanted a picture of us both. We stood side by side as she asked, then Fred wanted to take one of my wife and I. I finished it off by taking one of the two of them. We went off in the boat for an hour or so, taking clothes just in case, but didn't wear them. Well, Cindy did have her bottoms on. This time I caught the big one. Fred the most, two, and Cindy the first. He was good with his fillet knife and had them done up in no time.

It was only quarter to eleven when we got back but we decided it was okay to crack open a bottle. Cindy pulled out a lounger to lay in the sun. Fred had a couple of axes and we set about splitting some firewood. We did put on shoes for that. As strange a picture as it may seem, it felt good to be working like that. Here was this cottage, basically in a clearing by a lake, carved out of the woods. We were in nature, and being nude seemed to fit.

I drained my glass and noticed Fred's was empty too. I gathered them and went to get Cindy's. "George, I want to ask you something?" she said as I got near.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Do you think it's silly of me not to be nude too?"

"No, if that's the way you're comfortable, fine."

"I mean, Mr. Wilkins asked me earlier if his being nude bothered me and I said no. Then you were nude too."

"Would you prefer we put something on?"

"No, I think it's nice you guys can be happy like that. It's just that, well, it's like this is the last of my modesty, you know."

"Uh-huh, don't worry about it. You're fine."

"No, that's not it. I think I want to, but..."

"Ah, well you lost the top easily enough this morning."

"Yeah, but that was no big deal. And I did it so Mr. Wilkins wouldn't feel odd being like he was. And then you were."

I shrugged. "If you want to, do it. If you don't, don't."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Heck no," I said, reaching for her glass. "Doubt Fred would either."

I went in and made new drinks. Placing Fred's and mine down where we were working, I then took Cindy's over. "George, I don't think I can," she said slowly.

"Well then don't worry about."

"Undo the sides for me?" 

I did then walked away. I got into swinging the axe again and tried not to think about it, knowing if I did I'd get an erection. The next thing I was aware of was Fred saying, "Take it easy. You're going at that way too hard."

I stopped and stretched. Looking behind me, I saw my wife still laying there, still covered. Picking up my drink, I motioned to the cottage. "Come on Fred, let's take a break." Settled at the table inside I explained, "Cindy's wrestling about whether to go all nude or not and I'm wrestling with not thinking about it."

"Oh I see. Does it bother you she might?"

"No, we talked about it. I told her I thought it was okay, especially considering," I indicated him and me. "It's just, you know, all this is so new. For her to be totally naked in front of you." 

"You aren't sure whether you should be angry or smile," Fred finished for me.

I went on, "Honestly, and I'll be really pissed if you ever repeat this, I'm afraid I'll get turned on… Her naked… you."

Fred patted my hand that I had on the table. "You wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last."

"Really, I thought it was just me?"

"Really. It has to do with love and pride. Another person seeing your wife. Acknowledgment by someone else, be it shown however, adds to it. What you are feeling is normal."

"Hmph." I took a big swallow.

"How did you feel earlier, when your wife touched my cock?"

"What?" I started, then got what I think was a lost look. "Turned on."

"Perfectly natural, it was different, sexual. The love of your life touching another person's cock."

"Yeah," was all I could muster.

"You saw your wife from a different perspective. You saw her like you couldn't possibly when it's the just the two of you together." 

I sat up straight trying to gather myself and took a fair sized swallow of my drink. I ventured to reveal, "I know about before that too. Cindy told me."

"Good," Fred interjected. "Best way to have it."

"I told her I wanted to see her do it."

"Understandable."

"When she was telling me, we got so horny."

"Yes I know. I came up here earlier, but you two were busy, so I went and fished some more."

"Oh God." I got up and paced about.

"Not to worry. Remember, I was married."

Looking out the window, I announced, "Well, she's done it."

"Good for her," Fred replied.

I returned and sat down and he caught me studying him. "Do you want me to look? Never mind," he added and got up. Gazing out the window he declared, "Simply lovely," then returned to sit. "We'll give her a few minutes."

We sat silent for a while and I started to fidget. Fred got up and made a drink in a fresh glass. "I'm going to take this out to your wife. I think she could likely use it."

I thought about saying I'd do it but remained quiet. I concluded maybe it was best to get it over with. Maybe Fred knew too. Returning with Cindy's other glass, he reported, "She's doing fine. She is a wonderful girl."

"Yeah," was all I could say. Fred was standing next to me and I found myself staring at his Moby. It was impressive.

"It does bother you doesn't it?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"My cock, the fact that she touched it, stroked it, played with it."

"Um, well, ah..." I nodded slightly.

"I want you to do something I think will help. I want you grab my cock and hold it."

"What? I'm not..." I started and glared at him.

"I know you're not but it should help. Your wife held it. You do the same and it won't be strange or threatening in your mind anymore." There seemed to be a weird logic in that somehow. Tentatively I reached out. "Take a deep breath and do it," he urged.

I did. I actually took hold of his cock. A cock other than my own. The very cock my wife had described so well. I was holding the same cock she had held, Moby. That she undoubtedly would again I realized. Was this acknowledging that? Was I crazy?  

His voice startled me. "Stand up." I did but oddly didn't let go of Fred's cock. He took hold of my member and we stood like that, holding each other. The damnedest of it all was that we both started getting hard at almost the same time. I looked down at Fred's Moby as it grew longer and thicker in my hand. Damn, I grew harder too. "Shall we talk about baseball or hockey?" he joked.

I croaked a laugh and that ended it. Taking a swig of my drink, I stated, "Think I'll go chop wood."

Fred commented. "Ah, a masculine thing to do," and he followed.

I cracked a smile as I opened the screen door to go out, but lost it. "What's this doing here?" I asked, picking up my wife's bathing suit bottom from a porch chair.

Fred explained, "When I took her the drink I asked if it would be okay to bring it in."

"A no turning back kinda thing?"

"Uh-hum, for courage," he offered.

I went and put it in our bedroom then returned outside. I had no sooner picked up the axe when I realized I had to pee. In I went again. I went out again. Standing in front of Fred, I looked at him, then his cock. I looked over to my wife, back at his cock, then at him again. "Are you the Devil?"

Fred roared in laughter. "If that's what you decide I am. Consider me a vehicle."

"Huh?"

"We did talk. What did you set out to do? You felt your wife needed to loosen up." I nodded. "I sensed there was a difficulty, and I concurred with you. I also heard that one day, before Cindy knocked on my back door." I reddened. "I just went with it."

I picked up the axe and chopped some more wood. Fred did the same. "Is that why you invited us up here? To help things?" I asked as I kept swinging.

"You sound a little cynical. I'm not a total asshole, I like the two of you," he replied. "When you mentioned having some time off again, I thought the three of us spending it up here might be good. I meant what I said about good company."

"But you didn't mention anything about a cottage when we talked."

"I said I wasn't an ass. I didn't say anything about not being a bit devious," Fred countered with a chuckle. "I mentioned fishing and you responded well, so I left you to warm Cindy to that. If I'd mentioned the cottage straight away, perhaps one or both of you would have balked. When I talked to Cindy, I still left open the option of not staying."

"Yes, yes you did," I acknowledged and paused to lean on my axe. I realized I was sweating. I looked to see Fred was too and my eyes seemed to naturally drift down to his cock yet again. "You've got big balls."

Laughing, he stopped working. "Literally or figurative?"

"Well, I meant in brass, but yeah, the other way too."

"I concede on both counts," he jovially replied, then looked over to Cindy. "I think your wife has had enough sun for now. It's the heat of the day."

I called over, "Hey Cindy, come on, let's go in for a while."

"I am a part of this adventure," Fred stated. "Did you think I'd be inanimate?"

I gave him a studied look. I looked into his eyes, involuntarily at his cock, then back. "No, I suppose not," and turned to see my wife approach.

Naked and beautiful she walked nearer, head held high, but I detected a blush. I was drawn to the short and narrow blond strip of fuzzy adornment just above her pussy. I just knew Fred's eyes would be there too, or lower. Hugging my arm tightly, Cindy gasped, "Can I breathe now? I'm so nervous."

"You're fine," I offered, turning and kissing her. "You're stunning."

Walking ahead of us Fred remarked, "Guess a game of strip poker is out."

That did it. His comment cleared the tension and we began laughing hard. Despite there being a couch and a couple of comfier chairs inside, we again sat at the table. It was when I sat that I realized my butt had gotten enough sun too. I looked at Cindy and saw her breasts were a light red. Fred quickly did up an amber rum pineapple juice punch with 7UP and brought it over. Figuring I'd sweated out what I'd had before, I took a sip. It tasted the same as the punch he'd made back home. We enjoyed our drink with little conversation, then Fred announced he was going to freshen up. 

Hearing the shower turn on, Cindy asked in a concerned tone, "Is this really okay?"

"I think so. Time will tell, but for now yeah. We can just go with it." 

"Walking over to you guys, I felt worse than naked. Just sitting here isn't helping."

"Find a distraction. Want to play some cards?" She shook her head. I looked about and suggested, "You could dust and tidy up. I've hoped you'd try nude housekeeping someday."

I got a swat on the arm, but Cindy looked the place over. She rose, saying, "Why not," and went to look in a closet near the back by some boxes. Finding a broom, dustpan, some spray of cleaner and apparently rags, she set to clean. I watched my dream girl stretch and bend, but then she stopped. Going to a drawer in the kitchen area, she got out a tea towel and fashioned a kerchief about her hair. Cute, I thought, it added to the image.

Just as Cindy resumed dusting we heard, "Whoa, leave the room for a minute and a lovely maid appears," Fred exclaimed, and we all laughed. "Nice outfit," he added. 

Fred joined me at the table and we watched a while. I took a picture of my wife stretching up to dust a high cobweb. That caused some minor carping from Cindy. Feeling icky, I decided on a shower myself. 

Entering the bathroom, I heard my wife ask, "Mr. Wilkins, what's with the boxes? Don't you have anywhere else to put them?" I chuckled quietly and shook my head. Oh well, Fred had been married, he should know who really wears the pants. Catching what I just thought, I roared laughing about pants, past tense. They must have thought I'd lost it. 

Returning to the main room, I saw Fred rummaging through the cartons. Cindy was humming as she moved about, now sweeping. I took the liberty of sitting to watch. "Sing Cindy," I urged.

"Uh-uh, I'm self conscious enough right now thank you."

When Fred raised his eyebrows looking at us, I explained, "Cindy's a good singer, did it in school and church." Shrugging, I ended with, "Someday maybe she'll treat us."

Finishing the floor, she went out and swept the porch too. Coming back in, I asked, "Feeling comfy now?"

"Yeah, yeah I am,"she replied, nodding and smiled.

"I was hoping you'd sing when I heard you begin humming." Cindy shook her head. "Fred and I would love to hear your wonderful voice." She shook her head more vigorously. "Heck, you've sung in public."

My wife looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "I wasn't naked then." 

I stretched out my arm and she came for a hug. Apparently not upset, Cindy bent and kissed me, then took hold of my shaft but quickly let go. "You should name it," Cindy remarked, standing straight, taking a sip of her drink. I looked confused. "It seems weird to greet you and say, hi penis, or, hi cock," she explained.

I broke up laughing and Fred joined in. He tossed whatever he'd been looking at back into a box and walked over to sit down, as did Cindy.

"Um okay, well my middle name is William, how's that?" I asked, thinking the whole idea silly but playing along. 

My wife thought that was alright, but Fred started saying, "William, William," then "Willie. You don't want your dick to be called a willie do you?"

Cindy and I chuckled. "No I suppose not," I answered. "I don't know, what then?" And I began to think.

Cindy offered various names but none seemed right. Fred was watching us, then said, "Wilbur, that's a variation of Willie. William, Willie, Wilbur."

I saw Cindy smile and I laughed a bit. "Okay, Wilbur it is."

She reached over and took hold of me again. "Hi Wilbur, nice to meet you," she said, and gave my cock a pleasant shake.

Cindy sat back, still smiling but perhaps blushing a little. I saw Fred shaking his head and I gave him a what look. "Wilbur is your husband's pal, he hangs out with him all the time." Cindy and I chuckled. "Kiss him."

"Uh-uh, no way. I don't do that," she responded firmly.

"You're serious? Dear girl that's sad. You enjoy George kissing you."

"Nope, that's never going to happen either. The whole idea of kissing there, or oral anything is disgusting," Cindy replied firmly and crossed her arms.

Fred took a drink. He paused, drank the rest and refilled his glass. Getting up, he said, "Thanks for cleaning up," then took his drink outside.

Cindy looked to me and asked, "Why should he be upset by that?"

I suggested, "I don't know if he's so much upset as surprised. Seems he has had experience. He just doesn't know you."

"Yeah well…" she said, seeming finished with the topic, and went into the bathroom.

Hearing the shower going, I topped up my glass and went out to find Fred. He was stacking the wood we'd split. I pitched in and neither of of us spoke for the longest time. Finally, he proclaimed, "She will."

"Not bloody likely, I've tried," I answered. "I'll live, I love her."

"Up to you," Fred added. We finished stacking the wood then cleaned up the fire pit and realigned some of the stones. "Come on, let's go wash up. It's almost time to go fishing."

Gathering our hardly touched glasses we went inside. Cindy was cleaning the front window. Fred washed his hands at the kitchen sink then me. It was almost four o'clock. "That looks much better, thanks Cindy," Fred complimented.

Done, she came to sit and put her things down. "Did look as though it could use it," she replied. 

"You ready to go catch the big one?" he asked.

"Sure, hey we never decided on anything from this morning's catch."

Joining in, I added, "That's right, and we haven't traded anything today."

"The Trading Post thing gets thin quickly," he responded. "You can decide on things from this morning if you like. For this afternoon, how about the same as yesterday? Hamburgers for dinner sound okay?"

"Sounds good to me," Cindy remarked and I agreed. She went into the bedroom and came out with some sun screen stating, "Think I'd better use this." 

"I'll put it on for you," Fred spoke rather quickly and took possession of the bottle.

Cindy looked at me but then turned to stand with her back to Fred.

He squirted some on one hand then began at her shoulders. Cindy moved her hair out of the way. Coating her arms next he then moved to her back. He kept getting lower and lower and reached her bum. His large hand was thorough there too. Cindy squeaked an "Ooh" and flinched a bit when he slid his fingers down between her cheeks but otherwise stood still. I almost giggled but controlled myself. He then crouched to do her legs. They were almost together and Cindy didn't open them any more to make it easier but he managed. His look focused at the juncture of her legs and I just knew he got a good view of her pussy.

Finishing her lower limbs, he stood and asked her to turn around. Cindy did and instantly looked at me. She was blushing and I recalled her story about this morning. Fred again started at her shoulders and Cindy moved her hair back. I took a sip of drink. The sight of Fred gently rubbing my wife's breasts, right there in front of me, made me uneasy, though I got hard big time. Cindy was still looking at me. What magic had happened in such a short while? I took a larger swig of my drink. He crouched down again and began with her tummy. I started to take a drink but somehow forgot after lifting my glass. I put the glass to my lips, it was empty. Fred moved to her well defined hips. He did them quite well, then I heard him say, "Open."




Cindy & I Ch. 04



"George?" Cindy peeped, looking very nervous.

This man, our neighbor, was asking for access to her sex, her pussy, I was sure. His words, she will, echoed in my mind. I didn't know what to say. I just responded, "Up to you."

Cindy stood seemingly frozen but then hesitatingly moved her left leg slightly further from the other. Fred cupped her mound. He rubbed up, down and around, coating my wife's pussy. He moved to her upper legs and I heard her let out a breath. He did her front and inner thighs, brushing against her opening several times. He finished by doing her lower legs, then stood.

Moving to the sink to wash his hands Fred commented, "Cindy you should name yours, too."

"Huh?" she queried.

"Well, you want us saying, 'Hi pussy'?"

This got a laugh from us. It helped to reduce my swelling somewhat too. 

Fred prepared a pitcher of ice and we left. I grabbed some pop and my camera. I wondered if I should have gotten pictures of the lotion thing. On the way down Cindy revealed she'd been thinking, "My middle name is Elizabeth."

No one including Cindy thought that would do. We tried out different names but didn't like any. Fred announced, "Penelope."

"Penelope?" we both exclaimed.

He answered, "Yes Penelope, always liked that name."

Cindy inquired, "Did you used to know a Penelope?"

"No, just a name that popped into my head one day and I've liked it ever since."

Chuckling my wife went along. "It is a kinda cute name, Penelope it is then."

On the dock I decided to be bold too and turned her to me. Placing my hand on her puss, I said softly, "Hi Penelope," then kissing her, said, "Hi you."

Cindy was blushing again. This didn't deter Fred however. Pulling her in he kissed her and said, "Hi Cindy," then bent and quickly kissed a nipple. Cindy's eyes met mine in surprise. He did the same to the other, then held her pussy, "Hi Penelope," and blew a kiss downward.

She went from embarrassed to a red faced, open mouthed stare. "Don't even think it!" she exclaimed and climbed into the boat. 

If Fred was phased he didn't show it. He simply got in, started the motor and asked me to untie the line. Then we were off. Once settled on a spot Fred made us drinks, which were appreciated. No one had spoken. I know I was lost in thought. What was this turning into? My formerly reserved wife had said this morning she wanted to go nude. She had fondled a cock other than my own and liked it. This same guy who she initially didn't like, now seemingly had free rein to touch and caress her body anywhere he fancied. He sucked her tits at will. I decided when we got back to the cottage I'd quietly tell Cindy to pack and we'd go home. But why was I so hard? Unwillingly, I replayed the image of Fred blowing Cindy's pussy a kiss. His words became, she will, and I got this sinking feeling he was going to fuck my wife.

Shaking my head I was convinced there was no way Cindy would ever let that happen, nor would I. Feeling better, I got up to make the second round, vowing to keep those kind of thoughts from my mind. I spotted the bag of clothes we'd put aboard that morning. Holding them up I laughed, "Good thing we have these. I never thought about clothes when we came out this time."

Fred commented, "Easy to do."

"George, I didn't put any shorts in there did I?" Cindy asked. "I had bikini bottoms on this morning."

I confirmed she didn't and Fred offered, "You can wear mine if a boat comes too near."

"They'd be way too big," Cindy laughed.

"It's not as if you're going to go dancing," he remarked and we all chuckled. Then he added, "You can say you got into my pants."

"Jerk," Cindy replied, giggling. "Like I talked you out of them?" We all laughed some more.

Though the fishing ended up being a bust, we only got a couple of throwbacks, we stayed out longer this time. We drank more too. Perhaps it was the water and being on the boat, that despite an awkward start, we enjoyed ourselves. Sitting at the wheel, Fred patted his leg. Cindy stood next to him and laughingly declared, "I can't sit on your lap, you're naked."

Putting an arm around her, he cajoled, "You won't slip, just hold onto Moby."

"George, Mr. Wilkins is being naughty again." Fred and I laughed loudly.

"Do you want to drive?" I asked, with a little bit of me wishing she'd say no.

"Well, yeah," Cindy replied, but didn't move. She just kept looking at me.

I felt like I was on the spot. "Go ahead then," and I made myself a stiff one before putting the bottle away.

She sat on Fred and reached to turn the key, but stopped when he shifted. Slipping her other hand down between her legs, she gripped hold of his cock, then started the motor. Cindy had acknowledged she was still willing to play along. I couldn't resist, I got my camera out.

"George!" Cindy teased in mock protest.

I held up the camera to focus but stopped. I realized I hoped Fred would be hard from her holding him, but he wasn't. I wasn't about to ask my wife to stroke it, though I'd basically said to go ahead and hold him. I put the camera down.

"I thought you wanted a picture?" Cindy asked, only half interested.

I shrugged. "Maybe later," and sipped my drink.

Cindy asked for hers and I got it. Handing it to her, I saw Fred's hand on her breast. Her small hand held his Moby, and while he was a good length, he wasn't hard. I sat across from them again. Why was I disappointed? Deep down did I want to see it be more sexual? I discarded that but was left with the feeling of that's what I'd expected.

"Mr. Wilkins?" Cindy suddenly blurted and I looked their way again. Fred's other hand was in my wife's crotch and was almost imperceptibly moving. He was exploring her pussy. Perhaps because Cindy only voiced surprise but didn't actually stop him, Fred definitely now was sliding his fingers up and down her mound.

Damn, her hand on his cock began to move. A small jump from Cindy indicated his intimacy was progressing even more. I stood to watch and saw Fred was quite hard now, and Cindy was fully stroking his impressive length. Fred's fingers were sliding up and down my wife's vaginal lips. They were shiny, moist, and opened some from his boldness. Cindy reacted again as he must have brushed her clit. I captured this erotic scene with my camera.

Picture taken, I realized I was achingly hard myself, but remained there watching. Cindy noticed and asked me, "You enjoying yourself?"

"Um, yeah, it's neat to see you two having fun."

Opening her legs more to let me see better, she pouted, "Mr. Wilkins is being bad."

Fred had his middle finger buried to the hilt in my wife's pussy. It took a few seconds for me to respond, "Doesn't seem like you're complaining too much. And what are you doing?"

"Well fair's fair, isn't it?"

They continued this play almost all the way to the dock. Releasing each other, Fred moved the hand that had explored my wife's pussy to his mouth and sucked on his fingers.

"Ewww, that's disgusting, My wife exclaimed revolted. "How could you do that?"

"Delicious," he replied, and licked his fingers to prove it.

Cindy was red. I wasn't sure how much was anger or how much embarrassment. She was very quiet though. 

It was approaching dusk as we walked up to the cottage. Almost at the steps to the porch, we heard, "Hi there, came for that drink."

I froze and Cindy spun around. Fred continued on, merely greeting with, "Hi Tom, welcome," then went inside. His friend rose from the chair in the far corner and followed him in.

"Fuck fuck fuck!"Cindy was muttering, still with her back to the cottage. "That's the guy from the store."

"We can get the clothes from the boat," I suggested.

"George, he's seen me. He's seen me naked, and knows I've been walking around and fishing like this." She paused then added, "There's no bottoms down there to fit me."

"No, but it's better than nothing."

We headed down to the dock again but partway there she stopped. "Fuck it!" my wife declared, then turned and started marching back to the cottage.

I followed close behind and straight in we went. Cindy, to my further surprise, shunned the safety of the bedroom and clothes. She said a simple "Hi," and sat at the table where Fred and his friend Tom were. What the heck, I joined them, adding my hello. Tom had a full view before Cindy sat because the lights were now on. Sitting at the table her lower half was hidden but her breasts were on full display. She didn't look embarrassed, she looked pale.

Fred stood and got out glasses and stuff for drinks. Sitting again, he remarked, "Might have known you'd turn up in time for a meal. We're having hamburgers."

"Sounds good," he replied.

"Ah-huh, you cook then. There's fresh pickerel in the fridge too, if you want to do fish burgers, got cornmeal or flour."

We all had tried to be nonchalant about everything then Tom quipped, "So I guess you distracted them?"

Cindy replied with a bit of a smirk, "Yeah, I decided to take your advice." 

My wife and I busied ourselves making drinks for us all. We sat like that for a while, sipping, and then Tom stood and went to the fridge.

"Best get on with it," he remarked, taking a bunch of things out and placed them on the counter. He seemed to know where everything was. He turned to face us and stood there a moment. "Think I need to wash my hands," he commented, then walked across to the bathroom.

I thought that was odd because there was a sink and soap right there, I'd used it earlier. Lo and behold Tom walked out of the bathroom nude and returned to his dinner preparation. He too was tanned all over, then I remembered Cindy's comment about tall, dark and handsome. I realized while he was tanned, he did have a darker complexion. His uncircumcised cock looked positively dusky. 

"Who's holding the fort?" Fred asked.

"James, Mary and Jen are shopping. You going to get the barbecue going?"

"Guess I could," Fred replied and stood up. Taking his drink, he looked at Cindy and I then went out, turning on the outside lights on the way.

Fred's lack of words to us puzzled me. Then again Cindy and I hadn't said anything. Tom certainly seemed comfortably at home here. With a shrug I asked, "Tom, how's your drink?"

He came over with his glass. "Could do with a refill," he said, his cock almost resting on the table. He wasn't totally soft.

Cindy, looking less shocked, now offered, "You have a nice place Tom, a bit of everything."

"Thanks, it sort of grew over time. People forget things and it's a distance to town. I'd end up getting it for the next time somebody asked. Buy a lot at discount places, amazing what sells."

"Hmm, interesting," Cindy replied, seeming to be looking at his cock more than his face. 

Aware of her looking at his penis, Tom queried, "Curious?"

"You have all that skin, it looks different."

"Yeah, I'm uncut, I..."

"Uncut, you mean they cut the others?"

"Yes, they snip it off when they're born."

"Eww."

"The skin pulls back when I get hard, or I can do it. Pretty much looks the same as a cut one then."

"Oh yeah?"

"Want to see?"

"Um, sure I guess."

He took hold of himself up near the top and pulled it all downward and held it like that.

"Fascinating," Cindy remarked. "It's like you have two different ones."

He let go and it got mostly covered again. "You want to try it?"

"Yeah right, you've got a lot of nerve haven't you?"

"Not really, we're naked and discussing my cock so..."

"You have a point," Cindy acknowledged, "but I think I'll pass."

I heard the crack of an axe and rose. "I'll check if Fred wants some help out there." Cindy made no move to follow so I left. The barbecue was burning down to embers and Fred was building a pyre in the fire pit so I tried to help.

He commented, "Figured I'd burn some of that stuff Cindy chided me about before, not much but some. Do it tomorrow though."

Feeling rather overwhelmed with my thoughts, I remained silent.

He paused to consider my expression then stated, "New experiences, and yes surprises, are a part of the adventure of life. I try to find them interesting." I looked at him blankly. "You try to analyze things but maybe overdo it. You have dipped your toes into an untried, but are still at the shore." Patting my shoulder he ended his cryptic philosophy, "Let's get Tom started on those burgers."

Dinner, dishes and light impersonal conversation passed quicker than I thought it might. One last drink then Tom dressed and bid his goodbyes. It was too quiet. Fred got the cards and dealt out hands for gin. Slowly we became more animated as we played.

Cindy paused from drawing her card and sat back exclaiming, "Hey, we forgot the fishing prizes again." Fred chuckled and I found myself joining in.

He stood and went to the cupboards, returning with bowls of mixed nuts and one of bridge mix, which he placed on the table in front of my wife. Standing by her chair, he declared in a fatherly tone, "Lovely Cindy, you are stronger, more confident than when we met."

Cindy, who had been inventorying the assortment of chocolate treats, suddenly turned and opened her arms to hug him. Fred reacted by moving his arm around my wife, hugging her shoulder. Cindy found herself hugging his upper legs, her head against his pelvis. Her hair in his. I think I stopped breathing. My love had her cheek resting tight against Fred's shaft. It seemed that time stopped, like a freeze frame in my mind.

Cindy noticeably froze then began to blink slowly. His cock started to lengthen and expand in thickness. She studied the transformation. When it stopped, Cindy ever so slowly pulled her cheek away, but only slightly, and looked at his now mostly erect manhood. Bringing a hand around, she gently touched her cheek that had rested against him, all the while maintaining her focus upon his Moby.

I barely heard my wife feebly say, "Oh hell," then Cindy lightly kissed the side of Mr. Wilkins' cock. Faintly, she mumbled, "I'm sorry," and sat back with her head down. 

Nothing more was said. Fred returned to his chair and we resumed playing. Cindy must have calmed some as she gave in to try a chocolate. Finally she ventured to look at me. I knew enough not to be immature, she hadn't been. I smiled lightly at my wife. She regarded me for a second or two then softly smiled back. She won the hand.

We played rather quietly until Fred yawned. We all said our goodnights. Cindy and he briefly kissed and we went to our rooms. In bed, I hugged my wife as she moved to cuddle. "I love you," she murmured.

"I love you."

Cindy caressed my chest and looked at me. "I'm sorry I did that. I don't know what happened."

Kissing her forehead, I quietly reassured, "It's okay."

It took a while, my mind wanted to go into overdrive, but I didn't let it, and started to drift off. 

The words registered first, "Goodnight Wilbur," then I realized Cindy had gently kissed the head of my cock before those words. Now she was moving up to snuggle at my shoulder again. 

Quickly shifting I bent down to my wife's pussy. Cindy grabbed me. "No, don't," she said firmly.

"Just above then." I could feel the pulse in my temples as I waited, poised. I felt her hand relax a tiny bit. Lowering my head, I lightly kissed just left and slightly above her small clitoral hood. "Goodnight Penelope."

Cindy was silent. I moved back up and hugged her again tightly.

Hearing, "You're bad," from my love said so much. A reprimand but also an acknowledgment, perhaps saying, that was naughty, but I guess it was okay. Fred's words drifted to mind, she will. I shooed them away and dozed off, contentedly thinking, she did.



Cindy & I Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Lake Tour 

Waking in the morning we cuddled and kissed many times. "Morning wife."

She giggled, "Morning husband." 

I threw the sheet back and bent down. Cindy grabbed me and in a hushed voice pleaded, "No, please don't! I'm still not sure about that, besides I gotta pee."

She hadn't pulled me away. I paused to consider then said firmly, "I only want to say good morning, please let me."

She released me with an, "Eww." I lightly kissed the closed lips and said, "Morning Penelope."

Cindy was still for a few moments, then she slid off the bed to go to the bathroom. I was feeling mildly guilty by the time she returned but said nothing. She returned to cuddle with me and offered, "Hon, I know you've wanted to, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry about last night too. It just happened, and it wasn't you."

"Cindy I'm not sorry. I can see how you didn't intend to with Fred, but I'm just happy it did happen. You did kiss me, and I got to kiss you."

"Oooh, you wonderful crazy guy." She kissed me hard. "I love you so much." Moving her hand down Cindy took hold of my morning semi. Okay, more than a semi. Her touch removed any doubt. After a few moments her head slid down my chest to rest on my lower abdomen. She felt my cock all over as she viewed it closely. "I'm sorry I've been so pig headed." She kissed the crown. "I guess kissing is okay." She kissed the top of the shaft at that little ridge. "I still don't like the idea of, oral oral." Kiss. "But kissing," she added as she kissed a different spot then another, "is different." Moving her head up a bit she squarely kissed the tip. "Morning Wilbur, Cindy greeted, then quickly pecked again before sitting up.

"Go pee, I'm gonna get coffee." I got up and started to leave. "Do you think we should put something on today or stay like this?" she queried. 

Pausing, I turned to look at my lovely wife, my preference I already knew. "I'm comfortable if you are, but I'll go with whatever you decide. You're gorgeous either way," then left.

I opted to shower while I was there. Leaving the bathroom, I saw Cindy leaning back against the counter sipping her coffee. When the sexy nude vision saw me, she grinned and merely remarked, "Less laundry."

I walked over and kissed my cute wife then grabbed the coffee she'd poured for me. Realizing she'd not had time to brew a pot, I asked, "Fred's gone I take it?"

Moving to sit at the table Cindy replied, "Apparently, he must really like fishing."

I joined her and we sipped. With a partial caffeine fix I started a fresh pot. When it finished brewing I suggested, "Let's go see how he's doing. Bring your cup." I took mine and the pot of coffee and we walked down to the dock.

Fred was sitting in a folding lawn chair as he fished. He must have had it stored in the boathouse. "Good morning," he called out without turning. 

I went to his right side to fill his coffee mug and Cindy moved to his left. "Morning Mr. Wilkins," she replied, then bent and gave him a healthy kiss. As she started to rise she glanced at me. I thought I saw a question in her eye so I nodded slightly. My wife hesitated then crouched down and planted a kiss right on his cock, "Morning Moby," then stood with an embarrassed giggle.

Fred slowly turned toward her. He looked right at her mound, then like in slow motion, up to her face. Reaching to place his left hand on her bum, he pulled her closer. She didn't resist but did place her hands over her face. Fred kissed my wife's pussy, then again more firmly. "Morning Penelope." He stood and kissed her soundly, "Morning Cindy," and then hugged her close. Pressed together, he lowered his other hand to hold each of Cindy's butt cheeks, Penelope and Moby were now embraced.

Turning to me he offered, "Oh, morning George." I chuckled and my wife giggled. She pushed away and playfully slapped Fred's chest. He waved graciously at the chair and made a deep bow, "Madam please be seated."

She giggled again, "Why thank you kind sir." He touched his hand with hers and daintily held it as she sat.

We drank our coffee as we watched the sun rise further and sparkle the water with its rays. Fred turned away, "Guess it's not appropriate to piss in the water, so I'm heading up." Cindy and I chuckled as he left. 

She reached up her hand and, happily taking the hint, I held it. We didn't speak for a while, then jolting what had become my rather dazed mind, Cindy asked, "George, why did you indicate I should kiss Mr. Wilkins' Moby?"

"Huh? Um, well, you kinda looked at me like you were asking if it was okay, so..."

"I looked at you because I realized I'd maybe kissed him too well, you know, because of last night."

"Oh dear." I think my hand loosened in hers. I was taken aback.

"Yeah, oh dear." She gripped my hand harder.

We were silent, then both of us started to speak at the same time. I managed to apologize. Cindy stood and hugged me. "Don't, you didn't become upset last night. I can't be upset now. I guess it wasn't so bad."

"You giggled after," I said softly, but instantly realized she might take it as teasing.

"That's 'cus I was being naughty."

"Naughty fun?"

A long silence followed, then, "Maybe, but bending to do it my head was bursting. It felt like my whole body was red. I was so nervous, anxious."

"Oh Cindy." I kissed her. "I'm so sorry I misunderstood."

"I misunderstood too," she offered.

Silent as I thought how to make her feel better, I decided on the one up note, "But you did giggle."

She lightly socked my ear then kissed me. "Okay, I giggled. It was a fun I suppose, but naughty."

It became apparent Fred wasn't coming back so we put away his fishing stuff and chair and headed up. On the way my curiosity caused me to inquire, "How do you feel about Fred kissing your, um, Penelope?"

She stopped walking. "I don't know, it wasn't as horrible as I was certain it would be this time yesterday."

"That's good then?" 

Turning to me Cindy admonished, "I didn't say it was good. It just wasn't as awful as I always thought. Your kinda making me let you, started, it, my mind, whatever."

I started us walking again before making my final point. "Cindy I love you. Not just your mind or personality, not just your wonderful eyes, or face. I love all of you, and your cute pussy is part of that."

Stopping, my wife tenderly hugged and kissed me. "You can't kiss my mind, like for real, but sometimes it feels like you do." She hugged me tight. "My heart for sure... I love you so much George, and I'm grateful you feel the the same." Cindy kissed me deeply. "You know for a guy sometimes you come out with the sweetest things."

Almost on the porch of the cottage, Cindy concluded by softly saying,"I guess it's okay."

Fred was sitting at the table and saw us walk in hand in hand. "Thought you two decided to visit Tom." 

We laughed. "Wouldn't his customers love that," I joked as we sat down as well.

We chatted and had more coffee that we reheated. Fred stood as Cindy started to rise. He let us know he was off to shower. "Oh okay, I was just going to have one. I'll grab mine after," she commented.

Fred headed for the bathroom, teasing, "Wouldn't mind having my back washed, miss that."

Cindy turned to me with mouth open and eyes large. I found it both cute and humorous so I couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's only something I'd do with you George."

"Mmm yes, and it's always fun, and really nice."

Relaxing her facial expression, a mild smirk formed, "And sexy."

"Yup." I paused. "Fun but intimate."

"He couldn't really mean that then, could he?"

"Actually, I think he did." Cindy gasped a little. "You've already," I gave a small shrug, "explored each other."

"What?" She saw me trying not to look at her. About four seconds later my wife stood up. "Why don't you start breakfast. I'm going to shower."

I glanced at the stove and sighed, "Why not." I got out the bacon and started it in a pan, got out the rest then thought about my favorite breakfast side, home fries. Considering the limited time I opted to cut potatoes into small wedges and started nuking them. 

I heard Cindy giggle. Giggles and more giggles came from the bath area as I looked at the partition panels, smiling. Those partial walls certainly let sound carry. She began speaking but her words were broken. "Ooh, hey," followed a few moments later by, "Yipes... Mr. Wilkins, that's naughty... you're... so... bad." 

The sounds became a blur to my wildly imagining mind. I did hear my wife cry out in orgasm at some point. Though mildly concerned, I smiled, figuring Fred had stroked her.

The water shut off and it remained quiet for a fair while. Suddenly I heard Cindy roar with laughter. "Really... You are absolutely crazy. Mr. Wilkins, you're crazy, but I, like, you... Uh-uh, Ooh. Huh... I um, only a second... Shh." Silence then more giggles. 

Shaking my head and chuckling I figured I may have had time to boil those potatoes after all. Bacon done, I put the taters to brown in the fat, put some toast down and started frying eggs in a small pan.

They were laughing as they came out and sat down. With one look at my curious smile, Cindy plunked her forehead down on her arms and totally lost it. She was roaring in laughter. Fred was grinning and chuckling. I was super curious now.

Fred helped me finish up and we placed everything on the table. Cindy was trying to calm herself down, gasping breaths, laughing, gasping then chuckling before finally lifting her head. She looked and saw me, looked at Fred and lost it again. Tears were running down her face. Finally she went to the bathroom to blow her nose. Returning, she tried very hard to control her breathing and not laugh.

We began to eat silently but I was intrigued. "What?" I finally asked.

"I can't right now," my wife said quickly, purposely not looking at me. "If I do I'll get started again. I'll tell you everything, honest, but later. Okay hon?" she finished with a quick glance my way.

Seeing the earnest look in her eyes but mostly I think her saying "hon" helped to let it rest. I nodded and we finished our food without any further ado. I went to shave while Cindy and Fred started in on the dishes.

Done with my personal duties, I sat at the table looking at the rear view of the big man that was Fred and the ever so lovely back, bum and legs of the smaller framed, shorter, woman who was my wife. I loved her so. Should I be upset that she'd almost certainly had an orgasm with Fred? I'd already assumed that they'd touched each other and that he'd probably stroked her off. Was I being too cool about everything? Should I be the jealous husband? No, that would be immature, overbearing. Fred wasn't going to replace me but... I didn't understand myself. Hell, I understood women even less.

Cindy and Fred came to sit. "Mr. Wilkins suggested a tour of the lake this morning. I told him I was about fished out for a bit. Is that okay?"

"Um sure, sounds like fun."

Fred added, "We can still fish this afternoon." I nodded. "Okay, I'm going to scrape my face and we'll go."

Cindy and I went to get dressed. I grinned to myself when, after taking out a pair of panties, she considered them a moment then tossed them back in her bag and dressed sans underwear. Shaking my head I thought, another first, so with a shrug, I took mine off again to wear only shorts and a t-shirt too. 

Fred came out and saw us waiting in the kitchen area. "Going someplace formal?" he asked with a straight face. He was still nude but had some clothing in his hand.

"Huh?" I think we both said at the same time.

"We aren't likely to see anyone until perhaps the last leg."

Cindy and I looked at each other and blank faces turned to smirks. Off came our clothes and we carried them as we headed off to the boat, Fred behind us.

Starting down I took my wife's hand. She glanced at me and began, "We washed each others hair. It was funny, both of us trying to do that at the same time. Then he washed my back while we were still facing each other. It was hard to do his that way, especially at the same time. He got to my bum and I thought okay, but then he slid his fingers down the middle."

I hesitated my step while recalling a yipe or a giggle. Cindy was looking down as she continued, "I thought what the hell, so I did it to him. Oh yeah, while he was doing my butt he started doing my Penelope, so I washed his Moby and..."

We were a couple of steps from the boat and I half-asked, "I take it he was hard by then?"

Cindy paused. "George, let me tell it okay. I'm nervous enough."

"Why?" I turned to look at her.

"It seems harder with Mr. Wilkins here, I don't know."

We climbed aboard, Fred untied and got in. We backed out and headed off. "Want to drive Cindy?" Fred invited.

"Ooh Mr. Wilkins, sitting with you isn't going to help me tell George."

"Why the problem, you told me easily enough about the other morning?" I asked with concern.

"Yeah but it's like, well, with Mr. Wilkins being near it's like we're still in the shower, you know."  

"Reliving it?" I tried to fill in. 

"Still doing it. I feel so guilty about it now," she sobbed.

I offered, "Hon if you want tell me later…"

"I started so I'll finish." She looked off at the water, looked at me, then stood and moved to Fred, simply stating, "Open up."

Sliding the seat back he opened his legs. Cindy moved between them, sat on his left leg then rather matter of factly, placed his left hand on her breast. Taking the wheel with her left hand, she placed her other around his Moby. "Where we going?" she asked him. Cindy was in her now normal, boat driving position.

Fred pointed the direction and she explained, "I need something to do if I'm gonna be able to say all this, and Mr. Wilkins, I'm sorry if I'm talking like you're not here."

"Quite alright," Fred magnanimously replied.

"Mr. Wilkins rubbed Penelope and he got a finger inside. He kinda sat down and kissed me there. ... Then he licked me."

I groaned. 

"George, I didn't know he was going to do that. I mean he'd kissed me there earlier... I tried squirming, but his licking, and his finger, well. ... It got feeling good, and I kinda let him. You know how I said what his tongue did to my nipples. Well it felt like that, only more. Then he...he licked my clit and sucked it."

"Oh Cindy."

"I'm so sorry George, but I was so hot. ... I know I never let you do anything like that, and that you wanted to."

My heart was heavy but I encouraged her with, "Cindy it's okay. I can see how it could have happened I guess. It's all right."

"No it isn't. Mr. Wilkins, drive please. It wasn't you. I was so sure I'd never like anything like that, and there I was, having an orgasm." She dropped her head.

I went to my wife and hugged her, kissing her hair. "It's okay, it's okay."

"I'm so sorry, I never knew," she cried.

"Ssh, you had an orgasm. That can't be all bad. Other firsts happened, they turned out okay." 

While still hugging her and trying to find something more to say, I noticed that Fred's hand was still squarely on her breast, though possibly to keep her from dropping against the wheel. Cindy still held his cock too. I felt the boat slowing, then the motor stopped. We were in a small cove. Fred asked me to find the aft anchor in a storage slot, to tie it off and toss it over.

That done he asked, "What time your watch say?" I wasn't wearing one. He looked at his empty wrist and declared, "Yup, it's late enough in the day. George, I think we could all use a drink."

I couldn't have agreed more. As I went to get things out Cindy requested, "Strong." 

There wasn't any ice and after a taste I thought it might have been better to skip the cola but it would do. We were all quiet for a couple of minutes.

Fred said something in my wife's ear and she turned to look at him. Looking at me she said, "Mr. Wilkins just pointed out that I forgot something. He said maybe that it made me more, vulnerable. While he was licking and, stuff, he ah…put a finger in my bum."

My face went blank. That was definitely another thing I'd never done, or considered. I managed to get out, "All that at the same time? It's no wonder you came, I guess."

"I guess," Cindy shrugged. "Having a finger shoved up my butt surprised me. But then the whole thing was surprising. Everything seemed to happen so quick, even cumming."

"We can talk more some other time if you like. You've told me and it's okay." 

Cindy smiled weakly. "There's more but I need a break."

I nodded, and though I was stunned at the word "more", I offered, "Cindy, love, try and remember your giggles. I smiled when I heard them. Remember it was pleasant. You were laughing when you came to the table." 

She sighed, got up and went to the back to sit. Fred finished his drink and made us all more. After working though about half her second drink, my sweetie took a deep breath and began again. "Okay, when we were drying each other, I bent to do Mr. Wilkins' legs and his Moby. I started to pat his...balls dry, and he said to say hello to them."

I laughed hearing that. "He said they were Wally and Phil." I roared. "Named for a walnut and a filbert. Anyway, I kissed them and said hello. Then I, wait I forgot something. Oooh, I'm all mixed up in telling this. After I came, Mr. Wilkins sucked his fingers. I thought it was nasty but he insisted it was nice. He put a couple of fingers back, in me, and sucked them again. He said my wetness was like nectar. He put them in again and put them to my mouth. He said I'd be surprised. I know now I was carried away by everything, but... I just let him put his fingers in my mouth."

"Oh," was all I could say. Cindy finished her drink and waved her glass for more. Fred took her glass to make another and I handed him mine as he passed.

She continued, "I was surprised I didn't gag or throw up. It wasn't awful like I thought. How could I have been so sure it would be?"

Fred returned with our drinks. We nodded a thanks and Cindy took a fair swallow.

Picking up her story she continued, "So now I'll go back to before. I kissed Wally and Phil and then I went to kiss Moby. I saw moisture on the top, and with you I always thought it was pee. Mr. Wilkins said it was just like my own nectar, that it was his arousal. He asked me to try it. I knew it wasn't semen, so I, licked it. It wasn't bad George. How could I have been so stubborn and closed minded to everything. Um, anyway, I went and kissed his Moby, at the tip there, and said hello. More of that thick moisture appeared, and I licked it up too. I just started licking, all over. ... I even licked his balls. ... Can you ever forgive me?"

"Cindy, Cindy. All this is a stunning surprise but there is nothing to forgive. I love you."

"Hah! Ooh, I don't know if you're twisted or the most wonderful guy in the world, but I need to believe you."

I hugged her tight. "Cindy, when you said yes you'd marry me, remember what I said? I still mean that."

Cindy looked squarely at me and stated, "You'll need all that love now George. I put him in my mouth."

My stunned state could come up with only one thing. I kissed my wife.

Softly in my ear she went on, "I held him in my mouth. I didn't do anything else. He asked if I would and I did. He didn't cum or anything, and I didn't suck. ... I don't think." 

I kissed and kissed her. She kissed me back. We sat back and relaxed in the late morning sun. The gentle motion of the boat felt soothing and my eyes closed.

Cindy's voice brought me back from approaching concerned slumber. "George, you remember the chocolates last night? Mr. Wilkins said my nectar was almost as sweet."

I sat up and turned to look at my wife. Seeing this she weakly smiled. "I'm sure it is," I replied. 




Cindy & I Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Tit for Tat

The boat sped into view almost before the sound. Being in a cove must have blocked it. "Just stay down," Fred instructed when Cindy and I started automatically rising to look. Sure enough it kept going.

This time we heard the sound first. The boat obviously turned back after it passed. 

It started to turn into the cove and slowed. "Do we swim for it?" I asked.

"Did you put the ladder down?" Fred asked back.

"What ladder?"

Cindy almost cried, "Mr. Wilkins I don't want to get caught like this again." 

"I'll get them to go away." 

"Hope so. I'm getting chilly too," she added.

"Hi grampa," a voice called out.

I heard a low, "Oh geez," from my wife.

Their boat stopped near his, a beautifully deep tanned girl at the wheel. A boy in the back was lifting the anchor. His skin looked like glazed milk chocolate. 

"You didn't need to stop. Go enjoy your day," Fred called to them.

Pausing with the anchor in hand, the boy responded with a smile, "We came looking for you."

"Yeah," the girl said, standing and walking to our near side. She crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt. "We can swim together."

Fred spoke quicker and louder, "Don't bother, we're done. Getting cold." He stood up and moved toward them.

"Aw," the girl puled, letting go of her top and slapping her thighs. What nice thighs they were too. She was positively beautiful. Very trim, solid figure, her facial features looked exotic. I started to stand.

Cindy pulled me back down. "Don't you dare leave me," she whispered forcefully. 

Fred was speaking with them then turned to us. "Mind company later?" he called out.

Glancing at each other, Cindy replied, "No, that'll be nice." I looked at her again and she quietly explained, "Gotta be nice, they're his family."

"You're right, could they be Tom's kids?" Cindy's mouth opened but then she just shrugged a don't know gesture.

The kids' boat started up and slowly reversed. They headed off in the direction they first came from. Cindy and I started making our way to Fred's boat.

"They're gorgeous," Cindy stated.

"They sure were... Something's not right. Fred can't be related to them."

My wife laughed, "Don't you think Mr. Wilkins is cute?"

I splashed water at her. "It's the skin color."

"Yeah, that is odd. Well Tom looked rather dark. I thought it was just his tan."

Fred, who had been putting the ladder out at the stern, explained, "Tom's my son, he's Cuban mulatto." 

We climbed aboard. Fred got out towels from somewhere under the bow deck and we dried off. We sat and finished our drinks and Fred rose to make more.

"Not sure I want any more thanks," Cindy said as she started to put her things on.

I just sat there thinking about the vision of Fred's lovely granddaughter. Fred handed me my drink. "Head back for a sandwich," he said, not really asking.

I slipped on my shorts. We began to talk as we headed back and had a late lunch. Fred, who was driving, this time without my wife, told us, "James and Jen, Jennifer, are my grandchildren. Mary, their mother, is my daughter. We have always been open. Mary and I before Tom came along. We met him during a vacation near Santiago De Cuba. He was a tour guide and showed us the sights. They corresponded and Mary went back a few times, and the rest is history as they say."

Cindy remarked, "So it wasn't just his tan like I thought."

"No," Fred replied. "The kids picked up their color from his genes. Don't know how they got their looks though," he chuckled.

"Jennifer's quite beautiful from what I saw," I stated with a bit too much enthusiasm.

Cindy came back with, "James is gorgeous." I looked at her and she stuck out her tongue at me. To Fred she added, "Tom's nice looking too."

"Mulattoes can often be quite striking, but not Tom, he's my son" Fred added laughing. "Figure he talked about being over, they wanted to meet you two."

Cindy blushed. "He wouldn't have told them about…?"

Fred cut in, "We're all open, like I said."

Cindy blanched. I dropped my head. Hesitatingly, Cindy inquired, "How open is open Mr. Wilkins?"

"I reckon they were about to skinny dip with us," answered Fred.

"Oh my," Cindy exclaimed.

"Fred, how old are they?" I asked.

"James is twenty, Jen eighteen."

I got up from the table, put my plate in the sink and for the first time, chose to sit in an armchair. I heard movement and dishes then Cindy came to sit on the couch. 

Fred started washing up. My mind was in a fog when my wife spoke, "What's up hon?"

"I'm sorry," I replied, still looking rather blank. 

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, that... Jennifer caught me off guard," I tried to explain.

"She did seem lovely."

I shook my head vigorously. "I need to get my act together. Sorry hon, I love you."

Cindy smiled and, for some reason that I didn't understand, blushed. When Fred was done he sat on the couch with Cindy.

She inquired, "So you're not going to put clothes on before they come back?"

He placed a friendly arm around her shoulder and queried, "Think I should?"

"Mr. Wilkins, are you and Toms' family nudists or something?"

"Around here or in their home, often yes. You might as well know we all have sex too."

"With your granddaughter?" He gave a half nod. "And daughter?" Another nod.

"Tom and James do too," he added. "You don't look surprised?"

Cindy explained, "Surprised yes, but not completely shocked. George and I had a friend before we got married, Wendy, she's George's age. Her and her brother got together. We thought that was pretty, well… kinky. Then her mother left, and shortly after she started with her dad too. We got upset and wondered about sacred trust and morals, that sorta thing. But over time and talking with her it became clear it wasn't harmful, at least for her. And she was protecting against pregnancy. We came to accept it I guess."

Perhaps we were all letting each others revelations sink in for we sat, not speaking, for a good while. Coming out of my whatever, I went to the couch and told them to scoot down. I sat beside my wife and held her hand. Cindy kissed my cheek. Moments later Fred went to the washroom. Coming back he went to the chair but Cindy asked him to sit beside her again. She held out her other hand. So there we were, Cindy in the middle holding both our hands. Us dressed, Fred still nude.

We heard the faint sound of a motor, no, two. They steadily got louder and I realized it was small motor bikes, likely trail bikes. Fred made no move to get up. 

"James and Jen?" she asked him.

"That would be them."

Cindy let go of my hand and spun to lay her head in Fred's lap, her legs over mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused but also amused.

Cindy motioned for me to take her hand. Shuffling so as not to dislodge her legs, I held it. Looking rather nervous, she explained, "I'm not going to meet them naked, their dad was enough. But I figure admitting we're friendly..." she ended with a tiny smirk. 

I squeezed her hand, "You're amazing."

"Quite," Fred agreed.

Cindy smiled, sat up, kissed me then Fred and lay down again. She found his hand and placed it high on her abdomen, resting her hand on his.

"I think they'll get the picture," I said, realizing I felt red.

Cindy suddenly looked up at Fred and blurted, "God, I hope they don't think we're fucking!" 

She started to get up but Fred held her there. "I'll set them straight. This is good, good thinking." He freed his hand and lightly squeezed her right breast, adding, "This might be more fun though." He then returned it to her abdomen.

"Mr. Wilkins you are so bad," Cindy admonished, grinning.

I chuckled. Cindy giggled, turned and loudly kissed his belly. Fred laughed then we were all laughing. Quickly he pressed her tit again and went back to just below. She gave a mock gasp. A second later, Cindy moved his hand under her top to her breast. He squeezed then she pulled him back out and onto her tummy. We were still laughing and giggling. 

The bikes came to an idle then shut down. Cindy's breathing became harder. 

"You're red," I told her. She spun her head to hide it against Fred's stomach.

They burst in bubbling with hellos. Placing some bags on the counter they then plopped into the two armchairs. Cindy turned her head to them and Fred did the introductions. Able to see them closer now, I confirmed they were both exceptionally good looking, and they were petite. He was perhaps a tad shorter than my wife, her possibly a few inches shorter than that. The girl was simply stunning. To top it off, her perky breasts were unrestrained beneath her tee. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my gaping. Feeling guilty for my thoughts, I think I tried study a knot of wood in the floor or something. It didn't work.

Jen grinned wryly, saying, "We figured out why you didn't want us to go swimming with you."

Cindy chuckled and it became contagious. James inquired, "You get lots of fishing in?"

I said yes as did Fred, but he added, "We were going out again this afternoon but not now perhaps." He looked at me, then my wife.

"We can all go," James countered enthusiastically.

Their grins and smiles couldn't just be bubbly personalities, could they? I felt embarrassed and noticed Cindy was too. Fred sensed their intent because he said, "Me thinks they know."

Cindy, if possible, became redder. Jen indicated to her brother, he nodded and they both stood up. In a disappointed voice she said, "Please don't be embarrassed. Dad says you guys are nice. We'll leave."

Cindy took a second then rapidly got up and went to them, "No, please don't go. We're new to...this, but you seem nice too."

I stood and shook their hands, repeating, "Hi. Don't let us make you leave."

Fred, who was still sitting on the couch naked, remarked, "This could be awkward."

In unison we all turned to Fred, then the four of us giggled loudly. Jen gripped the bottom of her shirt with her hands and flipped it up and down a little. Quietly she said to us, "This might help. You mind?"

Cindy slightly shook her head. I was mesmerized from seeing just that tiny bit of the beautiful girl's tummy. Not two feet from us, Jen swiftly lost her top, and I think my eyes bugged out. The blur beside me was James stripping. Jen shoved down her shorts and panties together. James was nude by the time she was. With a couple of kicks they both flung their shoes.

Cindy and I stood stock still for a few moments, then she took my hand. "We'll be right back," she said to them, and led us into our room. With a small nervous look at me she undressed. Numbly I did too.

My wife glanced at my cock. It was completely flaccid. "You okay?" she asked.

"That Jennifer, I..."

My dear wife kissed me. "Snap out of it. ... Remember that movie, Notting Hill?" I nodded after a moment to recall. "And how I got all emotional when Julia Roberts said that line? Well Jen is just a girl too."

Taking my hand again we rejoined the others. James and Jen were back in their chairs. It was then that I noticed James' equipment was a shade darker than the rest of him. Sitting us both down on the couch again, Cindy turned to Fred. "Mr. Wilkins, I think we could use drinks, strong."

He stood and went to make them. His grandkids popped up saying they'd help. They certainly did seem an enthusiastic pair and weren't at all shy.

"You bring everything?" Fred inquired.

James replied, "Two chickens."

"Two rums from dad's supply," chimed Jen.

James continued, "We were low on Diet Coke so we brought Diet Canada Dry instead."

"Sounds okay, good work," Fred said, sounding pleased. "Cindy, would you mind piecing up these chickens?" he called over.

James quickly enthused, "I'll help her." 

Instantly blushing, my wife nervously went to join them.

Sly Fred thought of a way to break some awkwardness.

"Jen, I made yours mild. Take this one over to George will you?" Fred asked.

Uh-oh, I anxiously thought. He's involved me too. Jen handed me my drink then sat beside me. Close beside me. Looking straight ahead, I took a huge swallow. I breathed aloud. It was quite strong. 

"You're good looking," a soft, demure voice beside me stated. The sounds from the kitchen area behind me became blurred to my mind. "Nice muscles too." 

I made a mistake. I looked at her. Her lovely thighs, slim hips, and no pubic hair. Slightly pouted mound. Her narrow, trim abdomen, terrific small, but full breasts. Delightful nipples, the color of rich cocoa. Her slender neck and incredibly beautiful face. Her dark, erotic, smiling eyes. "Thanks... you..."

Jen giggled softly, "Thank you," she replied, lightly resting her hand on my upper leg. "Your wife is right," she added, glancing at the partial wall to our bedroom. "I'm just a gurrl. I won't bite," Jen softly but teasingly said, lightly squeezing my thigh, "Much."

Quite unable to speak, I took another slug of my grog. "I'll be right back," she advised, patting my leg. Taking my glass, she went to the others. The lovely gal with exotic, almost an olive skin tone and soft, light, chocolate-brown hair returned and stood in front of me. Handing back my now full glass, she took my other hand and tugged. "Come, let's sit in the sun."

Holding my hand, Jen led us to the picnic table. She hopped up, sitting on the top with her feet on the seat. I managed to sit beside her with less athletic spryness.

Taking hold of my hand again, Jen stated simply, "I know some find me attractive, but lots don't."

"Jennifer, they're gay," I managed to rebut with a rather clear voice.

She squeezed my hand. "Okay, so I look okay," she replied softly. "I have many faults though. I like when I burp, I think it's funny. Sometimes I fart too."

Cracking a smile, I looked at my new acquaintance and saw that she was smiling too. I had such a desire to kiss her right then and there.

Jen went on, "I have one foot bigger than the other. I have crazy morning hair. Mom says I'm too uninhibited and I like to have wayyy too much fun. ... I really like kissing."

Christ, was she psychic as well? Slowly, hesitatingly, I neared her lips and kissed them briefly. Jen placed her hands on my shoulder and neck. She kissed me soundly then moved herself apart.

"See, told ya," she affirmed, smiling. Hopping off the table, she turned and saw my now very awake cock. "Mmm." She grinned then turned to the cottage. Bouncing off, Jen sang out, "Maybe I'll ask someone if I can borrow their husband."

My mind couldn't decide. Anxiety, desire, foreboding, madcap comedy, all kinds of thoughts and feelings flitted in and out. Fuck, I had to leave, drive home, that's it. Can't, I realized, not with the booze I'd had. I tossed out the drink and contemplated the glass in my hand. A realization crystallized, not the glass. Stepping to the ground, I walked to the cottage.

Inside it was like a party. They were all sitting at the table chatting and laughing. Cindy rose and came over to me by the door. "How you doing?" she quietly inquired.

"I figured it out," I answered my wife with confidence. Fred and James left to inspect extra rods he had in his boat house.

"Good." Walking to the others, she asked me, So, you ready to go fishing?"

"Yeah, sure. ... Where's that lotion? You'll still need it." Cindy blushed. "I'll put it on you this time."

Returning with it she offered, "You need some too. I'll do you first."

Jen piped up, "Can I do it?" Cindy and I flushed and looked at the girl. She had a pretty please look on her face. 

My wife whispered to me, "Your turn to endure it." I was in trouble. She poked me over to Jen. "You can do his back," Cindy said to the grinning girl.

Jen popped up as I let out a big sigh of relief that it was only going to be my back. Her back massage felt quite pleasant. Oops, I felt her hand on my butt and instantly my cock rose. Looking at Cindy showed her watching with amused interest. She wasn't going to stop it. Oh well I could get through this. I would do the rest myself.

Done with my legs, Jen bounced up, asking with that happy voice, "Can I do the rest now?"

We saw movement. Fred and James had come back and were looking on amused. I offered a thanks to Jen, then, "Come on Cindy, I'll do your back."

"Do hers, I'm enjoying this."

I held back a groan. Jen beamed and presented her back. I heard Fred remark, "Come on James, help me bring things down to the boat. Fish won't wait."

Fred's voice didn't break the tension I felt. Cautiously I rubbed lotion onto the lovely girl, careful to not do her sides and bump a breast. Done with her lower back I stopped. "Aw," came from Jen.

I shouldn't have but I glanced at my wife. She was indicating to continue. Squatting, I was looking inches from a most delightful bum. I was close to losing it and ravishing her. "You sure you're eighteen?" I asked, trying to sound teasing, like I was cool with it all.

Giggling and bouncing on her toes Jen assured me she was. Oh what a sight. Sighing a bit, I touched her pert butt. Gingerly I rubbed those small, firm cheeks, intent on not venturing to her crease. I moved to her legs and quickly did them. No way I was going to look up to where they joined. I was shaky enough. 

Cindy stood for her turn and swung her hair out of the way. I applied more lotion to my hand. "May I, Cindy?" Jen's voice asked. Oh-ho, that was a surprise.

"Uh, thanks, he can do it," Cindy replied.

Trying my best to not grin, and keeping an easy voice I said, "Aah, let Jennifer do it," and I rubbed the handful of lotion onto my chest. Walking quickly before my wife could argue, I called back as I grabbed my camera. "I'm going down to the boat."

Fred and James were sitting on board chatting. I sat with them but my mind was back in the cottage. "Where the ladies?" Fred inquired after some length.

I don't know if my face revealed my amusement but I replied, "Um, putting sun screen on." Fred pretty much just nodded but James cracked a grin that seemed to say a lot more.

Fred then announced, "I'm staying back this afternoon. There's a few things I want to see to."

"What? What's so important to make you miss fishing, Fred?" I asked, truly surprised.

"No big deal. I already told James here. He and Jen won't be company enough?"

"Ah, well, sure," I stumbled, embarrassed by the suggestion. "Just caught me off guard."

Fred summed it up with, "You folks enjoy yourselves. Dinner will be mostly ready if you stay out about two hours like we've been doing." He indicated in the direction of the cottage. "Gals are coming. Don't give me another thought, I'll be busy." With that he climbed onto the dock.

"Where's he going?" Cindy questioned as she and Jen got in. They had brought all our clothes.

I untied the boat and saw James had taken the wheel. I filled them in as we set off. Cindy sat on my left on the wraparound rear seat, me in the corner and Jen to my right facing the bow. Wish someone could take this picture I thought, when my wife took my hand then shortly after Jen took my other.

"Cindy," James called back. "You wanna drive?"

She flushed instantly before vigorously shaking her head. "No, you're doing a good job."

"Okay," James shrugged. "Just that grampa said you enjoyed it."

I couldn't help it. What began as a chuckle turned into full laughter. Cindy socked me. "Ow," I complained, jumping to my feet. "You're always hitting me." Cindy giggled. "Well now that I'm up, anyone want a drink?"

I heard yeses and a please, then giggling from the two girls. "What?" I asked, looking at them.

Cindy was trying to hold back a laugh. She was blushing wildly. "Jen said you weren't up," then both of them burst out laughing. 




Cindy & I Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Dance With Me

Why would Fred pull such a stunt and just go home? That's how we all perceived it as we sat down at the table. Passing the note back and forth, we'd look at each other, wondering. In time, I got up to check on the chicken in the oven and James made us drinks without anyone asking. Cindy idly toyed with the box of cards, tilting it different ways or tapping it against the table. 

After taking a couple of good sips of her drink, Jen leaned back in her chair, stretched and declared, "Enough of this, what're we gonna do?" Once more we looked at each other, but slowly, sheepish grins began to appear. Here we were, all nude and we'd already been messing around. Plus of course, I had received my very first blow job, and not from my wife, but from Jen. Grins became giggles, which became chuckles, and quickly we were all laughing out of control. Flirtatious, teasing looks and remarks ensued, along with plentiful laughs.

Thinking I may have gone overboard a bit I looked to my wife. Rather like in a poker game we tried to read each other it seemed. Cindy blinked first, stood and went to put water on to boil for the corn. She also got out the macaroni salad. Oh oh, I thought, maybe she's not too happy about that blow job after all. Facing the cupboards she spoke out, "George, I'm okay with it. Jen can borrow you."

Pretty much stunned, not only by my wife's words but also the rather casual way she had come out with it, I began to rise, but hesitated. Was standing with her back to us her way of being able to say what she had? Was this another way of saying, I dare you?

I was torn between being reactive and upset or simply telling her not to be silly. Emphasizing my love for her or rushing to hug her for the acceptance of the apparent lust. She had seen the wild kissing and the oral Jen had given and hadn't gotten mad, then. Hell, she'd even spoken about it lightly with Jen. Oh shit, did she want us to do a full swap? She had been messing with James. Staying where I was, I tried to interpret my wife as I studied her back. Cindy still hadn't even glanced at me. She seemed as to have found something interesting about the counter top. It was too quiet.

"It's not going to happen," I declared as I fought the urge to acknowledge Jennifer's presence by looking at her.

"George it's okay, really. I've done some things. ... You didn't get upset." Turning now to look at me she continued, "I've got to be grown up too."

I wanted so much to refute her, saying marriage was about love, devotion, fidelity, not sexual desire for another. Then maybe in her way Cindy was saying the same thing, she loved me and knew I loved only her. Words couldn't begin to express all that I felt at that moment.

Sitting down again, Cindy took my hand and said lovingly, "I know you love me, that shouldn't be an issue." A grin rapidly forming, she peeked at Jen and continued, "I might be naughty and watch."

Hearing the sound of water boiling over Jennifer jumped up to fix the problem. After putting the corn in she went to Cindy, bent and kissed her cheek. Changing things away from the moment she asked, "James, help set the table?" 

Tugging my wife to stand, I led us out to the porch. "I feel kinda sick, nervous about this, you sure?" 

Nodding Cindy solemnly offered, "It's plain you want each other. Isn't it allowed for you to experience things too? How was your first blow job by the way?"

I think I groaned before I tried asking, "You…gonna...?" was all I could manage to get out, and I resorted to indicating James with my eyes.

Cindy sighed, "I'm not sure. Would be nice maybe, good, I think." Then mewling, "I can't decide. Can we just see how it goes?" 

Kissing my girl, I tried to humor her. "We're like a couple of virgins." Suddenly a penny dropped. "Shit! Fred did this on purpose, he set this up."

Cindy's jaw dropped at the same instant her eyes grew very large. "That bugger, he got James and me talking, and you two. He, well we, saw you and Jen kissing at the picnic table too," she remarked, summarizing.

During supper James asked my wife, "How'd you know about alto and other things? You a singer?"

Cindy blushed but didn't respond. After prodding from me she revealed, "I was in the choir at school, and a musical play or two. And no I won't sing!"

"Pleeese," encouraged James, but she emphatically shook her head.

Cindy ended with, "Was in the church choir and had lessons."

"Lessons, wow! You sing popular stuff? Choir isn't, but musicals?"

"If I like it," Cindy shrugged. "Doesn't matter the genre or era. You sang older, have a favorite artist?"

"Sam Cooke maybe, dad does that age, tourists liked it. I do different things but I like dad's kind most." 

Cindy and Jen cleared the table and started the dishes. The two beautiful nudes began a busy conversation I couldn't make out. Jennifer went over to James and they whispered to each other. Returning to the sink they resumed their confab and became fairly animated. I wasn't being immature, okay, I did want to know what they were talking about, but drinks needed to be made. After pouring the rum, I took all our glasses over to the fridge for ice and mix. To my disappointment the girls clammed up while I was near.

Dishes done, Jen returned and took hold of my hand as she sat, seemingly trying not to smile about something. My wife, who looked very red, came over, took a fair drink from her glass, then turned to James. Holding out a hand, quietly she prompted, "Dance with me."

They walked to the open area beyond the kitchen. Standing with her back to the table and James toward it, he gazed into my wife's eyes. Taking hold of his shoulders she admonished him to not look then pulled him close, positioning her head to the side of his. James put his arms about her waist and after a pause Cindy began humming, something that seemed catchy and vaguely familiar. They began to lightly sway, then we heard my wife's lovely voice.

 Don't know much about history. Don't know much biology.

 Don't know much about a science book. Don't know much about the French I took.

James, who appeared curious moments before, was now broadly smiling.

 But I do know that I...want…you.

He was absolutely filled with joy now and embraced my wife closely. 

 And I know that if you…want me too, what a wonderful…time this would be.

Cindy got an enthusiastic kiss. 

 Don't know much about geography. Don't know much trigonometry.

 Don't know much about algebra. Don't know what a slide rule is for.

 

He pulled back to look upon her then they both sang.

 But I do know that one and one is two. And if this one could be with you,

 what a wonderful time this would be.

Kissing my wife again, James cheerily spoke, "My turn." With happiness in his voice he continued. 

 Now I don't claim to be an "A" student, but I'm trying to be.

 So maybe by being an "A" student baby, I can win your love for me.

He had taken their swaying into a waltz and Cindy's expression was one of glee. 

 Don't know much about history. Don't know much biology. 

 Don't know much about a science book. Don't know much about the French I took.

James nodded and together they finished.  

 But I do know that I want you. And I know that if you want me too,

 what a wonderful time this would be.

They kissed like lovers, the lovers they surely would be tonight. Hand in hand they walked back to the table.

Jen jumped up and embraced my wife. Pressing a hard kiss to Cindy's lips, she joyously cried, "Waitta go!"

Grabbing me by the arm Jennifer commanded, "Boyfriend come," then promptly marched me to the couch adding, "You too guys," as she called to James and Cindy. Pushing me down to sit at one end, Jen immediately got on my lap and hugged me possessively. "On that end," she bid the other two as they arrived grinning, then I found myself trying to keep up with Jennifer's enthusiastic kisses. 

"Jennifer," I managed to get out as I pushed her back so I could regain my senses a bit, "I am not your boyfriend."

Cindy laughed from the other end of the couch and I saw her and James entangled in their own embrace. "You teased me about Paul," my wife giggled, "so I told Jen."

"Grr," was all I could respond.

Jen wetly kissed me then furthered my angst with, "Now Cindy's got two boyfriends and I have one, you." She punctuated it by kissing me. "Never had," she began before applying a kiss, her hands stroking the back of my head, "someone I picked," she continued while darting a hand down to find my cock, "as a boyfriend before."

I gave up and maneuvered us so I could kiss her neck, a shoulder and, aah, her tantalizing breasts. Letting my anticipation linger, I savored the intimate view before me. "Simply beautiful," I breathed. With a mild moan I mouthed a nipple. "You taste like tanning lotion." 

Jennifer giggled and bent to kiss me. "Forgot," she giggled again. "We musta put a lot on."

"We?" I looked at Jen, then my wife who was attempting to hide her embarrassment.

"It was Jen's fault!" Cindy proclaimed, laughing in a high voice.

"Shurr, like I put all this on myself?" Jen jibed, trying to look innocent, including batting her eyes." 

Pretending huffiness, Cindy rebuked, "Well you started it!"

Jen made a funny dramatic face and shot back, "Yeah, and I just made you do me!"

Cindy was near losing it in laughter. "Well hey," she said, laughing, "just being fair."

Before I allowed myself any more time to imagine what all may have taken place, I got us apart and standing. Looking straight at my still amused wife I declared, taunting, "Come on girlfriend, it's shower time."

Listening to hoots and laughs from my wife and now James too, Jennifer actually beat me to the bathroom. The whole while she bubbled rapidly, "You really wanna shower with me? I'm your girlfriend? George? Oh this is so super! Hope there's enough hot water. I'm your girlfriend!"

Parts were a jumble to me as Jen blurted it all out so fast and nonstop. Her hugging and kissing intensified again once we had the water right and got under it. Never had I known anyone so enthusiastic. The fact that some of that was misguided didn't spoil my rather tickled senses. Strike that, I was happy as a pig in a sea of shit.

We began to wash each other, or tried to. It proved near impossible and risked someone getting bopped with a hand or elbow. Jen was bouncing about too much, so I embraced and kissed her, long and deep. Her mood moved back to the lover, the more romantic. This I could handle. I wanted to explore every inch of this woman I'd had so many lustful thoughts of during the day. Water raining over her body she appeared even more exotic, more impossibly unattainable for someone the likes of me. Yet here she was, we were, and she called me, "boyfriend".

Finally I got to pay homage to her breasts. So, so delightful and she responded so well. Jennifer's breasts were perfectly sized for her. Full, round and firm, yet with just enough give. Her dark, solidly aroused nipples barely shied as I kissed and teased with my tongue, then gently suckled as she moaned and pressed my mouth to her tit.

Licking the valley between her breasts, down her sternum, I placed small kisses all over Jennifer's abdomen. This was almost equally as sexy to me. Perhaps because I'd had a glimpse of her tummy first, when she'd flipped the bottom of her top shortly after we'd first met. Nevertheless, I was now fully lost to the eroticism of her beauty and the wonderful feel and tone of her skin. She was moaning now, over and over. Her dimpled cute belly button in particular, I found I wanted to linger there as I dipped my tongue. Jennifer groaned and squirmed. What is it I have about navels? I mused as I dipped to sample again.

Her moaning became louder and longer. Her body reacting stronger, as I lightly kissed the entire area between the inner slopes of her hips. I teased with my tongue, desiring to elicit even more sexual hunger from her, for wanting me, her boyfriend, to slake her craving. I had to support her, for her legs seemed to weaken as I kissed slower and with more intensity, with increasing lust.

Kill me now but I wanted this woman so badly. The enticing rise of her mound gave way to the center of her womanhood as I kissed and licked her well shaved pussy. She trembled as I paid my respects, in supplication, for permission, to know her fully. Jennifer's hands pressed urgently on the back of my head, and she emitted unintelligible sounds.

She tilted her pelvis toward me as I traced my tongue lovingly along her entrance, her scent intoxicating, her desire seeping, hinting at more. Tenderly probing, her lips parted, she wasn't soaked merely from the shower. Moaning stronger, she urged me on as I delved deeper, seeking her full, heady, wonderful taste.

Holding the cheeks of her taut, clenching bum, I worked my tongue in the movements of intercourse. Withdrawing, I lightly licked her now revealed clitoris, then teased around her little female erection. Returning to suck firmly upon her sensitive clit, I slid two fingers into her flowing pussy. Jennifer jumped, groaning loud, her tunnel clamped on my fingers as I continued to suck and mouth her clit. 

Crying out, "Yes, yes, ooh, yesss," she came, shuddering, then nearly collapsed, trembling. 

Jennifer moaned and looked dreamy eyed when I rose, lifting her back up. Embracing and tenderly kissing her mouth, my voice hoarse with passion, I breathed, "I want us on a bed." I saw such emotion in Jennifer's eyes as she squeezed me hard and near hurt me with the intensity of her kiss.

We hadn't done much of a wash, we didn't consider towels. We didn't see anything but each others eyes, eyes full of desire as we made our way, hand in hand to the spare bedroom. I heard my wife moan loudly from the area of Fred's room. It took a moment perhaps for the meaning of the sound to sink in, but I felt indifferent as to the impact right then. Jennifer laid herself down, supine on the middle of the bed, arms beckoning me. I laid down by her side and we kissed, we seriously made out.

"Take me. ... Want you. ... Please," Jennifer lovingly sighed between kisses.

Tempting as it was to simply go for it, for surely I wanted to, instead I rolled her over and began tasting, sampling all of Jennifer I could. I took my time, kissing tenderly, each shoulder, her upper back then her sides. My lover, my girlfriend, whimpered and moaned with each new touch of my lips upon her aroused, sensitized body. I went high up again, and kissed the length of her spine to the small hollow at its base. That was a special place for her it seemed. She jolted and moaned louder, squirmed and mewled as if wanting more.

Surprising even myself, I slid a couple of fingers in her pussy and Jennifer cried out. A kiss to the little valley of her back and working my fingers inside her flooded tunnel, I then traced my tongue in circles around that small spot, like I would about a nipple. Homing in, I pressed my tongue to the center of the hollow and traced down until I was teasing the cleavage of her bum.

Jennifer was now beside herself, thrusting her hips high, "Ooh, ooh, boyfriend, George I..." She came again then promptly her hips collapsed.

Pausing my fingers, I lavished kisses all over her gorgeous behind. Kissing the upper backs of her thighs, and darting back to the undersides of her lower cheeks, Jennifer moaned and squirmed anew. I continued lower, intent on knowing all, kissing all. Trailing kisses down her legs, the backs of her knees, her legs started to twitch. Bending her leg up, I kissed and tongued her feet and toes, my fingers in her pussy all but forgotten. I'd never thought to do that before.

On a whim I decided to suck each pretty toe. This is fun, I delightfully concluded and bent her other leg up to do the same. Jennifer twisted over, seeking a kiss, panting, "No-one's ever, ever licked my feet, sucked my toes before." Exhaling, "Oh boyfriend," and she hugged the breath from me.

With a voice of need she pleaded, "George please, can we now?" My desire of wanting to taste her wonderful pussy again, to drink in more of her sweetness, was put aside. I moved over my waiting lover. Still a tad hesitant of what I was about to do, to commit, I moved the length of my too hard shaft along her opening. Jennifer began to whimper uncontrollably, raising her hips to try and capture me.

Shifting lower my mind raced, my face felt hot. I was about to have full sex with a woman other than my wife. Jennifer grabbed hold of my cock and strained up to kiss me intensely. "Put it in! Fuck me! Please!" she begged placing the head of my cock squarely between her opened petals. "Yes! Pleease, I wanta feel you, do it, do it," she urged. Releasing me she gripped my butt with both hands, pulling me in, and throwing her pelvis up hard.

Total body rush instantly, I froze, Jennifer howled. Completely inside this impossibly delightful woman, I was transfixed. I didn't try to move, didn't want more, cumming wasn't my goal, for that would end it all. Amazing sensations of her heat, swimming moist desire, snugness, gripping. Still she pressed me hard into her, almost crying, "Nnn, so good, stay, stay'n me. Ooh, you, soo good."

Jennifer's vagina pulsed then gripped firm and in a high voice she yelped. Clamping harder, tighter, she gushed. Gushed? Holy geez, she came like that? I hadn't done anything. I was just inside her pussy. Deeply, wonderfully, inside Jennifer's pussy. My straining cock, bathed in the hot wetness of her excruciatingly wonderful pussy.

"Oh God. I'm...cummming. ... I'm cumming, cumming. Oh God. ... Oh God...oh...my...God." Partially collapsing I kissed Jennifer so hard. She was quivering, I was pulsing. We hugged and kissed, tongues seeking. 

Oh geez, she was crying. Lifting my head I saw the tears. Attempting to stop, she feebly smiled and tried to giggle. I kissed away her tears, even they seemed sweet.

Her joy, me outlandishly still hard, I began to move. Slowly, I partially withdrew, then gently, lovingly, returned to deep in her amazing inner sanctum. Jennifer brought her legs up, resting her feet lightly on my back. My groin working against hers, my cock buried so very deep. I felt tiny electric like sensations, beginning at the tip of my now hypersensitive cock, rushing up my spinal cord and filling my brain, like a burst of fireworks in a night sky. What was happening? What magic did this beautiful nymph goddess possess? 

Slowly we made love, me keeping a steady, deliberate pace, Jennifer never pressuring. She experienced milder but more than one orgasm. I came again but with less thunder. Still connected, I rolled us over, Jennifer now on top. We kissed and cooed and I drifted off.





Cindy & I Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Dreams Revisited 

Waking sometime in the early hours I began kissing my still slumbering lover. I wasn't sure that I wanted to wake her. It seemed special to simply touch my lips as I pleased, without purpose, other than warm appreciation of this marvelous, complex, yet simplistic woman. Affection and love, certainly at times quite playful, seemed to be at her core. Was I feeling love? I couldn't be, I loved my wife. Passion, caring, that's what I felt, nothing more. I smiled, remembering the silent, brief rutting we'd had sometime in the middle of the night. 

I moved my wee kisses to savor a beautiful breast, then lower to cover her tummy. Pausing to consider a moment, I thought no, and got out of bed. Returning with a towel damp and warm at one end, I wondered why I'd never thought of doing this for my wife. Gently I cleansed the traces of our lovemaking from my girlfriend, mi novia. Unable to resist now, I tenderly kissed Jennifer's delightful pussy. Pulling away to find the covers to keep her warm, I halted and looked again where I'd just touched my lips. For reasons I did not even begin to comprehend, I was drawn to press my mouth to her entrance. Still unaware of what was motivating me to do so, I tentatively licked.

Soon I found myself probing, her heat but also an odd taste assaulted my tongue. It wasn't bitter or sweet. It was neither repugnant nor... I didn't know, didn't care. I was simply enjoying the mystical pussy of mi novia. Gently I parted her legs more and she stirred, rolling onto her back. She also began lubricating, giving my tongue a mix of her sweetness along with more of the strange new taste. Hearing a soft moan, I probed with gusto and slid a finger inside her awakening pussy, to moisten before tickling her clit.

Jennifer's moans became stronger; her knees parted wide and rose up. Shifting her torso she found my newly rampant cock and engulfed it, voraciously, hungrily. We feasted upon each other, intense passion consuming us once again. With her mouth trying desperately to swallow my cock, she gave a muffled moan. Her hips bucked and she came, gushing as she had before. This time into my mouth. Reflexively I gulped and rapidly swallowed. It was that or choke badly.

Pausing to consider what had just happened, I became more aware of Jennifer's ardent sucking of my shaft and head. Manically I dove down, returning my mouth and tongue to her wondrous pussy, to continue the enjoyment of my apparently blossoming oral addiction. Feeling my climax about to erupt, I just let it happen and it was surprisingly forceful. Jennifer didn't pull back, made no sounds, other than hard swallowing, again and again.

I increased my slurping and tonguing, my finger intermittent on her little nub. A minute after my orgasm had passed, Jennifer cried out in fulfillment, cumming more intensely than before. Last slow, loving licks and kisses to cock and pussy, I turned right-way-up to embrace my girlfriend.

"Morning mi novia."

Kissing me, Jennifer replied softly, "Buenos días, mi novio. An interesting way to wake up," she added smiling.

Pretending remorse I professed, "Uh, sorry, it just, sorta happened." I think I ended with a small grin and got kissed lovingly again.

Jennifer lay her head on my chest and lightly caressed my balls before responding, "I'd love to be wakened like that every day."

Loving the attention she seemed to like giving my scrotum, I gave thought to what she had just spoken and replied wistfully, "Yeah, me too, wonderful. Sadly though, even the nicest hopes and dreams seem to fade after a while."

"I would never let that happen," Jennifer immediately replied in earnest, then went on, "To love someone, you don't let that happen, it's just part of caring."

"Consideration?" I asked.

She sat up and looked at me, stating for all the world like a wise, experienced spouse, "Consideration, to me, implies occasional. True lasting love, for me, means placing my guy first. If he's happy, I would be happy."

"Jennifer sweetie," I began as I also sat up. "That sounds like a romance novel. You can't be dependent on someone else for your happiness, not totally. They may let you down, then where would you be?"

Silent for a good while, she looked into my eyes and softly replied, "I'll accept that." She arose from the bed then, pausing at the door, "You didn't say it wasn't possible. You only said not totally. I could settle for that."

Her words filled my head, all my neurons firing at once. I realized with more certainty that I couldn't let this person go out of my life. There was so much about her I found perplexing, confounding, but I knew she also had so much from which I could learn. So much I desired, even if I didn't understand what that was. Despite not comprehending the full meaning of her words, I believe they settled somewhere in my soul.

Suddenly awestruck, it became infinitely clear, the cloud of not perceiving lifted. All the signals had been bombarding me, yet until this moment, I didn't get it. I was in love. All encompassing, indubitably in love. Despite loving my wife, and trying to fight my feelings, I had fallen in love with Jennifer. Multifaceted, dangerous to my marriage, Jennifer. 

Fighting back the strong desire to run to her, I walked to the kitchen where she was starting coffee and she turned around. Kissing and hugging mi novia, I began to cry. 

I have no idea how long we stood there, holding each other, her wiping my tears then crying lightly with me. I didn't understand why she would be crying. I only knew why I was. Silly hopes and dreams that had never come to pass, and now, there in this impossibly wonderful person, there was hope. Hope yet wrenching heartache, for I was married to another.

Jennifer led me to the shower. I protested, not in any state to repeat last night's version. With assurances we would only shower, I joined her. I did try though for some privacy so I could pee first however. Shaking her head she literally pushed me under the water and took hold of me. "You can't tell me you've never peed in the shower before." then aimed my cock toward the drain.

"Um, not with anyone else in with me."

Feeling super self conscious, I couldn't go. Jennifer roughly milked me a couple of times, saying, "I watched my dad do this."

It still took a while but I began a relieving flow. Astonishingly I saw a second flow of pee between my feet. Soaping each other she explained more of her thinking, "With someone I care about nothing should be gross. Well, unless maybe it's stinky," she added, smiling. 

As we dried each other, my mind went off on another tangent. Who was this person, that she could have me thinking that peeing with her holding me, was not just okay but even a little neat? And that statement of hers about caring, well that was something I didn't even want to try and comprehend the extent of, not then anyway.

Back in the kitchen, I wanted to cuddle. "Here, take some coffee and shoo," I was admonished. "I have things to do," my new-found love added while tying a dish towel about her waist like an apron.

Without having to try very hard, I gave her a forlorn look, but alas to no avail. Deciding to try Fred's dock fishing, I left with my mug of coffee, but it was too cool this morning. So I retreated to dress in jeans, shirt and shoes before trying again. I got out a chair and rod, plus a tackle box. Hook baited with a florescent plastic worm, I cast out and sat with my coffee to wait. 

A pleasant kiss roused me. "Catching any?"Cindy inquired with amusement.

"Oh hi," I replied foggily and realized the early sun was finally breaking from the clouds. "You know, I believe Fred just comes here to relax and think. There's no fish near the dock."

"Possible," Cindy responded, then giggled, "Maybe he comes here to play with his rod." We broke into laughter. "How you doing?" she asked, changing tack.

I opened my mouth a couple of times but nothing came out. Trying again, I replied, "Troubled, Jennifer teases, but she really means what she says... How are you?"

"It's been different, quite pleasant actually. ... George, I'm sorry, I never thought I'd ever say, or do, something like that, ever."

I reflected then simply agreed. "It has been different. Guess we need to get back to reality." 

"You do know Jen's got it real bad for you?"

That stung. I didn't want to discuss that issue any deeper, or how I felt either. I tried to dismiss it by offering, "Oh come on, maybe she's just gotten carried away with her teasing, playing."

"Yeah? You think you know women? Better have an appetite, she's up there cooking your breakfast."

"Huh, really?"

"Uh huh, and it's almost ready. Wouldn't let me do anything. Said she wanted to show you she could cook."

"Oh fuck."

"Fish grilled with onions, garlic and red pepper. Then she stewed and thickened it. Put them in small casserole dishes with eggs on top. They'll be done baking soon."

"Holy, guess I'd best like it."

Cindy laughingly replied, "By George, I think you've got it."

"Argh." Then I swatted at her butt and she moved out of the way, laughing. Finally noticing, I questioned, "Topless with shorts on?"

"Period came on early. Hurry up, I just came down here to get you."

I put away the things I had out and went to where my wife was waiting. "We need to leave today, what do you think? Just say goodbye, not see them again?"

Cindy stopped to look at me. "Don't pull that on me. It's your question, you answer it," she challenged.

"Um, it involves both of us."

"The way you worded it you were looking for one answer. Don't try and lay it on me." 

"Argh! I don't understand women."

Cindy resumed walking and responded, "No George you don't. Worse, you don't understand you."

The cottage had the aroma of some serious cooking, fresh coffee, fish, garlic and other more subtle scents I couldn't distinguish. I got a kiss from Jennifer followed by the directive, "Sit, eat."

Before me, us, were individual bowls of baked eggs with fish in a sauce under them. They looked done to perfection. A large central plate of buttered, sliced toast, she'd even taken jam from the jar and put it in a small dish. There was also a small dish of chili sauce, made by her mother and her, Jen pointed out. Salt, pepper, ketchup and, surprisingly, Tabasco were also there. It was delicious and I kept complimenting. Jennifer kept topping up my coffee, then sitting beside me again to eat, but also to observe. She'd give a pleased smile when I'd comment well or nod. I even tried using the Tabasco and accepted her prompt to use some toast to sweep the last of the flavor from my bowl.

As much as I enjoyed my meal I felt unsettled. Cindy had watched me curiously throughout the whole time. What was I supposed to do, not like it? Maybe I'd like it too much? Had I given myself away? Damn.

I started to pick up my dishes and utensils but got a quick scolding from Jennifer, "Go, sit over there," indicating the arm chairs. "Enjoy your coffee," and she began clearing the table. I felt so on the spot, between this woman and my wife. I think I did the right thing, I allowed Jennifer to finish her home maker impression.

Sipping my coffee I thought, dang, if I smoked I'd have a cigar and read the paper. If I had a cigar, and if I had a paper. 

Cindy informed James, "We have to leave today."

He looked very disappointed. Jennifer's head dropped nearly into the sink when she heard, and I felt like a total ass for not thinking to let her know personally. Then again perhaps this was easier.

"Guess we'll be heading back too," James sadly remarked. "Sure you have to go?"

"Yeah, George has to work tomorrow."

Cindy went to James. "Come on, the boat needs to be in the boathouse doesn't it?" Glumly he nodded. "We left some clothes there too," and so off they went.

Feeling my neck, I went to hug Jennifer, however she pulled away angrily, saying, "You don't want me. You don't care." She'd been crying, tears streamed down her face.

Managing to grasp her, I hugged her tight. "Not true, not even close. I didn't know how to tell you is all."

Jennifer continued to sob loudly. I led her to the couch and sat us down.

"You used me. You knew I wanted you."

"How can you say that? Jennifer look at me," I said firmly and turned her chin. "I wanted you, we wanted each other. Please don't think I took advantage.

Blubbering, she asked, "Will I ever see you again?"

"I hope so, I really do. Jennifer, I care for you very much. More than I have a right to. You need to remember, I'm married to Cindy. This has all been crazy wonderful, but this happened so suddenly. We're not used to this kinda thing."

She hugged me hard and I kissed the top of her head. "Will you try? I want to be with you."

"Cindy and I need time sweetie. We have to see how we feel, how it all settles. I'm sure we'll see each other. It would be foolish to make any promises, but I'm really going to try."

Sniffling, Jennifer looked up at me. "Okay." She kissed me and we held that kiss a long, long time. Breaking apart she stood, and going back to the dishes, added, "I'll wait."

Fuck, I was in so much trouble.

Cindy and James returned and the four of us accomplished the rest of what we needed to do for closing the cottage. The naturist time at an end, the others dressed while I changed out of my jeans and into some shorts. Our personal things loaded in the trunk, the back seat of the car held two garbage bags to be dropped at their home. One for just that, which wasn't to be left out for animals to get at. The second for laundry that their family would see to. Two grocery bags held perishables that we'd divvied up.

We opted to have Cindy and James take the loaded car, with Jennifer and myself bringing the bikes. I'd ridden a small bike when I was in college so this was going to be a kick for me. One last look around and we locked up. Cindy drove off with James, my beautiful conundrum and I went down to the lake one last time. James had chopped up the few leftover fish saying we should give back what we don't use. At the dock we tossed food to the ones still waiting to be caught. Holding hands, we gazed out at the water a long while.