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Cyn-ing Together Ch. 01

By: CraCyn55



Cynthia Jamison and I were entering a new dimension in our relationship. We had been married for eighteen years, and mostly faithful throughout. I had strayed at about the eight year point, when I was traveling a lot in South East Asia; it was a year late for the seven year itch, and I was traveling for my company, and setting up foreign manufacturing facilities specializing in technical tooling. 

Thailand had been an erotic oasis in its heyday, during the Viet Nam war, for American service men on R&R from combat. After the war it became a sex Mecca for European and Japanese groups who booked entire flights to take eager singles or couples who wanted to experience the unrestrained sensual delights of the Orient.

Hustlers would approach any foreigner on the street, especially Caucasians (American and European) and would try to become an expediter for sexual activity hoping in the course to earn generous tips from satisfied parties. 

I was intrigued by what I thought was reference to ‘light shows’ and tried to picture in my mind what one would be like, until I realize I just couldn’t translate the accent, they were actually ‘live shows’ where viewers watched real couples having intercourse, and novelty sex acts as well. The acts included women shooting objects out of their pussies like ping pong balls and bananas, pussies smoking cigars or cigarettes; I saw one where supposedly sharp razor blades were inserted one after another and then extracted without damage to the performer. Some of the expediters even said there were some shows where women were fucked by donkeys. 

One night I let myself be led to one of the tamer shows where the specialty was straight boy girl fucking. I sat with several other men in a miniature amphitheater containing no more than ten wooden chairs. There were two rows with the back one slightly elevated to make sure the audience had unobstructed views. I sat near the end of the first row, and waited somewhat anxiously with the others. A beautiful young Thai woman sat down on my left and seemed to be waiting like the rest of us for things to start.


She engaged me in conversation with limited English and it excited me to be so close to a beautiful girl who looked like she was drawn in there from curiosity just like me. She seemed nervous and I think she was asking me if I liked the idea of live shows in front of people. I nodded yes to answerer and she picked up my hand nearest and caressed it lovingly. I was getting hot until she started to urge me toward the stage. Then it dawned on me that she wanted me to perform with her for the others

Although many of my private fantasies would have placed me in a similar situation, I was still unprepared and held back, and she seemed disappointed when it became obvious I was reluctant. With a look that conveyed both arousal and nervousness, she dropped my hand and looked to my right at a young Thai man about her age and took his hand instead; the two of them stepped to the stage and immediately seemed to enter into their own private intimate world.

The couple began touching and communicating in a familiar way that revealed their off-stage marital relationship. I expected to see the emblems of their union when I Looked at their ring fingers; they were both wearing similar simple wedding bands and as they moved in the early stages of making love, it was obvious they were husband and wife, deeply in love. 

As I observed her arousal at being on display along with the comfort she felt in her relationship with him, I regretted that I and not been prepared to take the opportunity she offered me. My voyeuristic inclinations took wing under the influence of those live shows in Thailand, and I’m sure those experiences had a profound influence on the high level of interest I have in voyeurism today.

During those days away from home I found my self in a body massage businesses as well, I call it a business because in some ways it looked like a brightly lit shopping center. There was a large room with platforms covered in thick plush carpet on which about 60 attractive young girls walked around or relaxed while being ‘selected’. Most were wearing short robes over the near uniform color of white lingerie. Each girl had an oval disk pinned onto the robe over one breast that had a number on it. The girls were behind a large window while male customers on the other side made their selection of a masseuse for the evening.

I selected number 37, worn by a beautiful innocent looking girl and relayed the number to a cashier, who took my money. I watched as someone approached #37 with a note, and she walked off; I hoped that someone else had not selected her first. I was led to a surprisingly comfortable private room; #37 joined me along the way. She said her name was Nol in surprisingly clear English, and took the lead knowing she was with a first-timer. 

Nol bathed me in warm soapy water that had already been drawn in the large tub. When my impatient arousal made me pull her toward me, she said if I wanted her in the tub, she needed to undress. I watched her sensual motions and observed her natural comfort as she removed her clothing and joined me in the soapy water. She washed my body with hers and brought me to complete hardness before we both climbed out and lay on the bed. She made beautiful love to me although we were strangers and couldn’t hope to feel the deep emotional bond and familiarity shared by true lovers.

In spite of how good and satisfying the sex was itself, watching Nol as she expressed herself so naturally and completely in everything she did made it a special, warm and memorable experience and I couldn’t help but imagine how magical it would have been to be there with her as an observer in one of the rooms and watch as she brought pleasure to an endless supply of aroused men. 

In spite of how exciting it was in Bangkok, It tortured me as I thought of Cynthia and all she meant to me. When I returned home I plunged myself into caring, and loving her more than ever. To the best of my knowledge, Cynthia never strayed, and was expert in making my life and the lives of our three kids all that anyone could hope for. It wasn’t until only a short time ago that Cynthia showed that she was mortal and capable of weakness, and had levels to her sexuality that I had effectively untapped in the first 18 years of our marriage. 

She returned to work recently and with her guard underdeveloped and innocently let down, she was seduced into sexual obsession dominated by the overwhelming emotions of exhibition, daring and risk taking.

I discovered her hidden sex life and confronted her, and then took the kids away for only a few days so we could both think independently and without influence from each other. When I brought the family back together again, Cyn and I started to work out the elements of our future life. We needed to know if we could look past the violations of fidelity on both our parts, but more than that we needed to find out if we could accept the temptations that resided within our natures and allow them to be expressed within the contexts of our relationship together.

In Cyn’s infidelity alone we both discovered eroticism that gave both of us intense pleasure, and after reason and discussion, I think we both knew that suppression and denial of the erotic compulsions would only frustrate both of us and lead to a disastrous consequence. I was prepared to accept and handle the likelihood of sexual involvement with others outside our marriage for both of us, what neither of us could handle was being excluded by the other and left behind or out again.

I knew Cyn would always have a weakness for exhibitionism and was basically submissive, what I didn’t know was how much strength she could find or exercise if it became necessary in the ‘heat of the moment’, so to speak.

Since I knew I was a confirmed voyeur, I realized the value of her willingness to do any wild thing anywhere she was told to do it, and I didn’t want to destroy or smother that daring wildness. At the same time I think we both knew that any risks both of us were willing to take would be real, not imitation. That literally meant that any time we decided to ‘play’, we ran the risk that either one or both of us might never make it back to the safety of our relationship.

When we arrived at a mutual confidence in our love for each other and our determination to do our best to make it back and always be together as we worked through each dramatic experience, we were both starved, and I told Cyn we needed to take a break and get something to eat.

While we were in our bedroom we freshening up I couldn’t resist the urge to re-live events that had happened a few days earlier when she was undressed in our own driveway and then fucked by someone else, for the first time since we were married. I told her to stand naked in front of the open window of our bedroom, overlooking the street in front, and tell me in her own words about being undressed and her first adulterous fuck. While she did this she dressed in the sexy clothes I had laid out (the same clothes she had worn that morning when she left our house).

I became aroused as I listened to the husky passion in her voice from her own vivid memories, and fucked her from behind, in front of the window during her sexy narration. When she had finished dressing, she turned to me and asked. “Do you still want me to wear this outfit to Antonio’s?” She had a slightly crooked eyebrow, as she tried to imagine all the things running through my mind.

“Sure I do?” I answered without hesitation. “Except that you also said they made you put on pantyhose, mostly just so they could take them off, so you better slip a pair on.” 

She looked a little puzzled at first, and didn’t know if I was serious, and then her eyes shot open and she brought the back of her hand to her mouth in surprise, “You wouldn’t,” she said.

I just smiled and told her she would never find out if we didn’t get going. 

We took my Tahoe and she acted like a teen trying to sit close in spite of the big hump between the bucket seats. She kept kissing me as though she could never get enough and rubbed my cock and her pussy to keep them erect to wet. When we got to Antonio’s and found a parking spot I turned to her, “Shit girl.” I said. “You’re so horny, maybe we should go to the Landing Strip instead so Leon can help me out.”

Her eyes rolled back in pure lust and I wondered how much she might be hoping for the possibility of fucking him again; instead she said. “There’s no way I want or can handle anyone tonight but you stud,” and I bristled and crowed from the compliment.

We were quite early for the dinner rush so the crowd was very light and they were able to seat us immediately at a corner table in a room with only a few others. Two business men sat closest to us, apparently grabbing a quick bite to eat after a long day at the office and before a possible evening of entertainment. Cyn looked radiant and alive as she turned the heads of all those who saw us enter, I’m sure her natural beauty had nothing to do with it…Not.

After sitting there for a few moments reviewing the menu, she kicked at my foot. At first I thought it was accident or playfulness. But when I looked at her she secretly gestured toward the seated men. I looked and saw them looking at our table. They didn’t notice me at first, and when they did, they quickly averted their glance as though they had been caught cheating on an exam. 

“What’s going on?” I asked looking at Cynthia, and smiling.

“I think they just took off all my clothes.” She said as she licked her lips from arousal, and to tease me. 

“Where did they put them?” I asked, smiling.

Cyn playfully jabbed me and said, “You know what I mean. They can’t stop staring.”

I pretended to think and then said. “I know what’s wrong, it’s because you’re overdressed; I forgot to take your pantyhose off after we got in the car, go ahead and take ‘em off.”

Her face turned bright red as she realized how she had willingly done that during lunch on the previous Monday. Then her nipples became so rigid and pointed we could all see the shadows the raised buttons caused in the peach colored fabric covering her tits. I could feel the incredible energy of arousal that was working on her as she whispered so I could barely hear, “You’re not serious are you?”

I looked as deeply into her eyes as I could and resolutely said, “Absolutely.”

She literally shivered and looked uncertain about what to do, I thought she might get up and go to the bathroom and decided to cut that option off. “Right here, at the table.”

“Oh shit,” She said. I could swear a little climax took her breathe as she bit hard on her lower lip. “I knew it; you’re nastier than I thought.” 

I could see the wheels spinning in her mind as she figured out what to do, and then she started to slowly inch her hem upwards. She scooted her bottom forward so it was barely perched on the wooden seat and by now had pulled the dress up all the way up so she was sitting on the bunched up material and her legs were on view from the edge of her seat down. 

The business men’s attention had locked on to her below the table when her skirt was about ¾ of the way up her thighs, and she wormed her fingers and thumbs up the outside of her round hips trying to get to the waist band of the pantyhose. There was a slight look of relief when she thought she had a secure grip, and started to inch them down and over her round delicious Ass.

She pulled them down below the waist band of her panties and then paused a moment as she realized the panties would be following soon as well. She took hold of the panty waist and tugged it down to where she was sitting also, just so she would have a head start when I told her to remove them (she knew I would). She lifted slightly to ease the pressure binding her progress and slipped everything to the edge of the seat, and then she separated the panties from her hose and pushed the sheer nylon stocking down to mid thigh before she jerked upright noticing the waiter coming toward our table.

While the waiter fidgeted nervously trying to see more, I ordered a Caesar salad for myself and Chicken with angle hair pasta and Alfredo sauce for her Cyn. Once we were alone again with our audience still waiting she pushed the nylons all the way down and slipped them off her feet. She had already removed her heels and put them back on once she was finished. The men didn’t even pretend to be sneaky as they stared with smiles, and Cyn didn’t pretend to be unaware of them. The only thing she did pretend for their excitement was that I didn’t know what she was doing.

I wanted them to have her pantyhose and whispered that she needed to go to the restroom so she could give them to the men on her way. A few feet from our table I saw her clutch the side of her dress at the top of her legs, and a moment later I saw her panties hanging below her hem on the other side of. I knew she had tried to give herself a head start and as a result, her panties were falling down. She deposited the hose on the men’s table and hurried on to the restroom as they playfully snatched and tugged at the part of her panties hanging down.

By the time she returned she was well enough secured that her panties would at least stay around her lower hips. The men made her stop on the way back as they whispered something to her; the more handsome of the two took her hand and guided it to the hardness that ran from his crotch inside his pants, she looked into his eyes as she squeezed and caressed his solid prick and then briefly shook her head no, thanked them and returned to me.

I asked her what they wanted; blushing she said, “They want to fuck me. I told them sorry, but no, and thanked them for the compliment”. 

I gulped and ran my hand over my own erect cock. “Do you want to fuck them?” I asked, not really sure what she would say or what I wanted to hear.

“I want to be fucked so bad, I could piss a brick.” She said without reservation, but then she added: “But I think it’s a little too soon to jump that far isn’t it?” I wasn’t sure if she really meant it or was just saying it for my benefit. I hadn’t expected this to be a relationship test when the innocent play first began, but it was quickly coming to the point where it could be just that. To be honest, I really didn’t know what I wanted to happen here but I felt somehow Cyn and I both needed to see how this played out.

After debating over how to say what was on my mind, I tried to speak. “When we were talking at home, I said lust was going lead us into unpredictable places if we let it, if you want to fuck them, don’t deny it, if it causes a problem, we’ll deal with it later.” There was no point in denying that we had already moved much further down our path of discovery tonight than either of us had thought possible, I knew I was ready to go where ever it took us, was she?

We sat in ominous silence while we waited for dinner to arrive, and Cyn started to squirm in her chair. Her growing arousal was obvious and I wondered what she was going to choose either way I thought I could handle things and wouldn’t loose.

When the food came we both toyed nervously with it. Obviously, this is not where our appetites lay. Finally I asked her if she had taken her panties off. She said no. then I said. “If you want them to fuck you, show it.” The flames almost burst at my words and you could see her skin glow red as the torment of arousal raged within her. I sensed movement beneath the table as her body motion above corresponded and then she deposited the panties on the table top that she had slipped from her feet beneath.

She slumped in her chair and I knew she was spreading her naked thighs wide so she could masturbate for the men; she was trying to raise their arousal to match her own; it wouldn’t take much. I reached into my pocket and sorted two out of the five or six foil packets I had slipped into it earlier from her clutch bag, and set them on the table in front of her. She stared at the foil for an eternal moment then extended a delicate hand and scooped them up. Cyn had a hard time looking at me as she wrestled internally and then stood. She looked at me for a sign, but she was on her own and got none from me.

With the condom packets held tightly in her hand, she walked toward the table with the two men. I turned in my seat, no longer concerned about whether or not they knew I was aware of what was happening. The men, who looked to be in their early to mid 40’s, both appeared to be lean and confident, one was rather average, but the other had the mature well groomed appearance of a successful executive or newsroom anchorman. He was the one whose cock had been measured by Cyn’s touch, and he looked like the type who usually got what he wanted without having to take it.

She stood nervously at the table looking at one, then the other, and then without saying a word, she extended her hand as laid the foil packets on the table between them. All three looked at the table while the foil envelopes spoke all of the implications. 

Both men slid their chairs to Cyn’s side, with her standing in between and each extended a hand to the back of her nearest leg. It seemed almost as if they had choreographed their moves as they caressed her calves and then progressed upward until their hands disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Upward they moved until their arms were dragging the skirt up her legs and exposing more flesh. As they progressed Cyn moved her feet about sixteen inches apart in invitation and I could tell when they had reached her wet treasure.

Their hands spent a good deal of time between her legs and caressing her round bum, and then the average Joe moved his hand still higher enjoying her naked flesh as high as he could reach. When he was playing with the strap of her bra, her skirt was so high I could see the other man fucking her pussy with three fingers; with her hands on the table top for support she slumped down on his hand to encourage deeper penetration.


Cyn-ing Together Ch. 01



I’m the only one in the room who had an adequate view and I even moved a little closer so it was completely unobstructed. With two men working on Cyn her dress was quickly moved up; they surveyed the area quickly to make sure no unwanted persons were around and pushed her dress clear up above her breasts so they could see and fondle her magnificent tits. Soon her bra was pushed up as well so they could see and feel her soft naked skin. Cyn was busy trying her best to quickly free the two rampant cocks at the root of her desire.

When she had them both out she rapidly stroked and fondled them as the men played with her tits and pussy. When they were hard she appeared desperate to be fucked and one of the men bent her over at the waist ready to enter her from behind while the other was already pushing his sausage into her mouth and down her throat. They were all so taken over by lust none of them appeared concerned any longer that they were in the open, and still in a public restaurant. 

Then she froze, I thought she might be at the edge of climax, but she stood tall and backed away causing both men to loose their intimate contact, “I’m sorry.” She said. “I can’t do this.” Then she quickly turned and hurried back to me. “Let’s go, now,” were her only words and we both left the area. Obviously the men were frustrated and left un-fulfilled and I was mildly concerned that things could get ugly. I secured the bill form out waiter settled it and met Cyn in the car where she already had it running. She appeared self conscious, a little unsure and even unhappy.

When we were settled, I turned to her and asked. “Are you OK honey?” She broke down in tears and said. “How can you call me honey, when I just let my pussy take over and lead me into sex with two strangers who don’t give a shit about me or you or how we feel, and I was completely ignoring you as well. No, I’m not OK, I feel shitty.

We both wondered quietly as we drove home why the outcome was so different from what we had expected and thought we were prepared for. Cynthia admitted she was highly aroused when we stood in front of our open window having sex as she recalled the events of her first act of adultery. She was turned on as we kissed and played our way to the restaurant and she had a climax when I had her remove her pantyhose. 

She was even extremely turned on while she imagined what the men wanted to do with her, but things started to go askew when I shifted the burden to her and said if she wanted to fuck them she was going to have to show them.

Taking off her panties was still exciting as was masturbating beneath the table but it had become different when she became responsible and things supposedly were her idea, not mine. One of her greatest fantasies or ignition points is for someone else to make her be bad, or make her want to be nasty. I threw her into the deep end without her knowing how to swim and was going to have to watch out for that in the future and learn to hold a tighter director’s leash. Her life had always revolved around rules, so rules governing her nastiness were not just OK, they were essential.

We’d both had concerns that this evening might be a little too soon to jump into the pool of lust so-to-speak, but we had taken a chance. I thought that being eager, open and free was more important to her than they were, and that they outweighed her desire to be controlled, directed, and dominated. I was wrong; inside Cyn wanted to be bad, but she wanted someone else to at least appear to take responsibility. 

Although I would be able to learn how to direct her better than I did that night, part of her deep fantasy required keeping me as an innocent and abused victim of her sexual lust who she could act naughty in front of. The only way I could be the most powerful catalyst to her nastiness was for me to exercise control and direction sometimes subtly in the background. It would help to have someone else be a co-conspirator, but that person would have to be loyal and trustworthy to the extent he, or she, would only do what I allowed or authorized them to. 

We needed a little time as well, so we could reestablish our ‘good husband’ and ‘good wife’ roles and identities, so over the next several weeks we became comfortable again as a Church going family’ so much so that I was having a hard time imagining how in the world I would re-introduce sexual adventure into our lives again. It wasn’t that either of us had lost interest; it was just hard to find the right opening.

I also worried a little that Cyn had let her conscience take a firmer hand and might be willing to let that genie inside her bottle settle down and take out a long term lease. One night, during the quiet time before sleep she asked. “Do you think the old obsessions are ever going to come back Craig? She worried that negative reactions to my first, clumsy effort at Antonio’s might have intimidated me, or that maybe I decided I couldn’t handle watching other men fuck her after all.

“Do you miss the obsessions Cyn?” I asked. She reacted with a quick “No I don’t.” There was almost a defensive edge that made me wonder if her quick response masked her true feelings.

“Is it wrong to ask you what you remember as the most exciting thing that happened while you were, shall we say ‘involved’?” I asked cautiously. Her answer could reveal a lot, or she could safely say yes or no to pass the moment by.

“I hope you don’t take this wrong or feel hurt.” She said. “But I remember watching you teach a lesson in Church after the sexy things had started up, but before I had gone ‘all the way’. My mind was drifting between the bad things I was doing and the things you were talking about. It was that great lesson you teach on the Greek definitions of love. When you were talking about Eros, I was thinking that I was trapped on that selfish level and we were miles and miles apart. I wanted you to know how dirty and nasty I thought I was and I was scared because I thought you might turn your back on me if you found out. What I really wanted was for you to see me at my worst, and still be able to love me. So to answer your question honestly, the thought of having you watch me being fucked by someone else was the most exciting.”

“While I watched and listened to you teach, a thought ran through me at that moment that made my pussy run and my nipples almost burst. I wanted, no I knew I had to fuck someone, anyone, as long as it wasn’t you.” Those last words were quiet as they came out. “Please forgive me, I wanted you to watch another man, maybe a lot of other men fuck me every way possible, and I wanted to scream and curse and be as wild as I could while you watched me. I started to cry because I felt so terrible wanting this, but I did, and at the same time I knew I loved you more than ever, and was frightened to death that when you saw me like that you would hate me.”

“That was the Sunday of the week I committed adultery. Every time some other man was pumping his penis in and out I imagined seeing you, that’s the thing that always made me cum. The morning Nate fucked me in front of the house I kept looking directly at the bedroom window and I strained to see if I could really put your face to the empty glass.”

“I’m surprised you couldn’t see me if you were trying so hard.” I said. “I didn’t raise the blinds, but I opened them and I could clearly see everything you did outside and in the car; I was staring right back at you the whole time, and guess what?” I said.

“What;” Cyn asked, her eyes dark and strained.

“I loved you more right then and still do, than ever before.” I said, and Cyn flew tearfully into my arms as we kissed and caressed and just held onto each other tightly as we felt union of our souls.

I knew then she was still willing to follow her pussy into adventure as long as we were together; could we both live our roles naturally, without tearing us apart?. 

I still hadn’t identified a co director although I had given it quite a bit of thought. I didn’t want someone like Nate involved. He would have struck out on his own and tried to undermine the core relationship between Cyn and me. Leon was a possibility, but somehow as a bouncer in a strip joint, he seemed a little over the edge already and I thought the assistant catalyst needed to be a little more mainstream. Anyway there were other roles Leon fit into better and I was certain he would still see his share of excitement.

After a lot of thought I finally settled on Chris, an associate of mine at work. He was also the husband of Jenny, an exotic nude dancer who was Cyn’s friend, and I was certain that he would be completely trustworthy and excited as he filled the role of assistant director as well.

Several days later I approached him. We were on the way back from lunch at the Landing Strip. The food there was quite good and the friendships that had been developed at the Strip club were drawn up in charged situations and still in tact and strong. I asked Chris what he knew of the tumultuous circumstances surrounding Cyn’s wild exhibitionistic adventures. He answered me honestly and knew more than I thought. I explained how we had come to a mutual agreement that the tendencies in our personalities had become an important part of our relationship, and that we didn’t want to remove or suppress them from our sex life.

He asked me outright if I could handle Cyn’s desire to be exhibited to others, especially since there was always a chance that if I played with fire, Cyn might end up being fucked by other men or women. I told him that we were both prepared to let whatever happened happen, but that it was important for both of us, to each play our own roles naturally, and that at times the direction or suggestive catalyst needed to come from a third party that we both knew and trusted and that we wanted to know if he would agree to take that part when needed.

“What exactly do you mean Craig? Are you saying that you want me fuck your wife?” Chris always was direct and as a result sometimes missed important details. 

I smiled in a friendly way as I said. “That’s not exactly what I was getting at, although much of this is kind of shooting from the hip, we want to point out a direction and let nature take its course. The likelihood is that you or I will nudge her to exhibit herself in public, and from time to time nature will end up with the two of you fucking, or she and I fucking in front of you, or maybe I will push you or her in a direction that leads to some one else all together. The important thing is simply this, are you willing and can you be relied upon to keep everything under my ultimate control.

Chris thought for an instant, and then said. “Buddy, if you can do this, I can. What happens first?”

“Well, I think first of all we need to introduce you to Cyn in a new light, so to speak. She needs to get comfortable and excited about having you undress her with me around. Why don’t you plan to come over sometime soon, and we’ll see what happens and how we get along in a more intimate context.”

“How soon?” Chris asked. “I’m ready now.”

It so happened that all the kids would be gone that night on a school sponsored tour for the drama club to Eugene, or in Ali’s case with her favorite cousin for a couple of days. “Tonight would actually be perfect.” I said, pleased that coincidence made me look like a good planner.

“Why don’t you stop by at about 7:30, I’ll pretend to have forgotten you were coming so it will seem a little more spontaneous and unplanned. You need to flirt a little with her, ignore me and show your interest in what she looks like beneath her conservative shell. Take some initiative and see if you can get her turned on and out of her clothes while I move around the house, in and out of sight. I don’t want you to really get her undressed until I am definitely there with you and she knows I’m watching.”

“God,”Chris said. “I’m going to go nuts until tonight. I think my fist will see overtime, or else Jenny will get her brains fucked out before I get to your place.”

“I don’t think you should fuck Jenny, or toss yourself off.” I said. “You need to be a little up tight and strung out. But I also think you definitely need to talk this over with Jenny, and if she’s not comfortable with it, don’t come. Just call me so I’m not left hanging, OK?”

“Deal,” he said. “I think Jenny will be totally up for it and dying to get in on the action too. I know she really wants to fuck you buddy; she’s already told me that, so you better watch your step. I want you to be trustworthy with me also, and not take Jenny away from me.”

The thought of seeing Jenny naked somewhere other than the Landing Strip and fucking her made my cock jump and throb. I had always worked at staying faithful to Cynthia after my Thailand flings so the voyeuristic fantasies involving Cyn or frankly any ‘normal’ looking conservative female with a wild streak in her seemed to give me the most sexual satisfaction, but no one would be able to resist banging bones with Jenny if she showed interest.

I was not usually excited by ‘professional’ sex entertainers as I was about everyday amateurs that you would see in household, office or service roles; ordinary people who had extraordinary sexual imagination, energy and needs. Jenny was the exception; as an exotic nude dancer, she always went to great lengths to develop tease and seduction in her routines that left no illusion that she was dancing primarily to give herself pleasure. She appeared to be a true exhibitionist and you couldn’t help believing that she came to a climax every time she went on stage to perform. The idea of fucking Jenny, or more importantly that she wanted very much to fuck me was incredible. I was really looking forward to being with someone other than Cynthia, and didn’t feel guilty.

As I waited for 7:30 to arrive that night, I wished that I had altered the plan to have Chris bring Jenny so we could have our first swinging session with another couple. However there is something to be said for the power of patience in seduction, and I wanted mostly to seduce Cyn through Craig, so it was appropriate to play this first session out and go slow even if it would be hard.

I intentionally said nothing to Cyn as we ate together alone in the house. With three teenage kids, being alone is something hard to achieve very often. Cynthia was enjoying the idea and I could see the familiar hint of romance in our intimacy. She was expecting to get lucky that night, but she had no idea how lucky she would get. 

When the doorbell rang, I heard a quiet “Oh shit”, from Cyn, who was upset at being distracted from what she wanted to happen. She was surprised when she heard Chris’s voice, it was familiar even though he wasn’t a regular visitor, but she couldn’t put a face to his voice until she came into the entry.

“Oh, hi Chris,” she said warmly. I’m sure she thought if he were there, Jenny would be also, so it wouldn’t be too bad, she really liked Jenny. “Where’s Jenny?” She asked not seeing her. 

“It’s just me Cynthia.” Chris said. “Jenny is working and I needed to borrow your digital camera so I can take some shots of equipment tooling we’re having problems with so I can send them by e-mail to the supplier.

“Chris won’t need to stay long dear.” I said to Cyn. “Just long enough so I can show him how to operate the camera.”

“That’s all right honey.” She said to me for his benefit. “We have the whole evening to be alone so don’t rush Chris off rudely. Can I get you something to drink?” She asked him. “Craig and I were going to have a Coke while we watched TV.”

‘A Coke sounds great.” He said. I’m sure he would have preferred something stronger, but we didn’t drink. We never thought much about it until one of our drinking friends showed up.

Cynthia slipped into the kitchen and we both watched her as she moved. She was wearing a light weight summer dress that she knew I liked. The material was thin enough that you could clearly see her legs through it whenever she passed in front of a light source. I think Chris’s cock was stiffening, I knew mine already was.

I got the camera and a lot of equipment out so there would be plenty for me to explain when she got back into the room. I was going thru the basic settings when she returned with the three drinks and offered each of us one. I looked at her as she stood next to Chris, I knew the neck line of the dress was low but it looked like her cleavage was much more noticeable than I had recalled. Maybe she was wearing something special underneath for my entertainment. Chris noticed as I watched him take a long appreciative look and reach down to adjust the bulge in his pants.

When I looked at Cyn, I could see that she was aware of the attention she was getting and she studied the crotch of Chris’s pants to confirm that she was making an impression. When she looked up and saw me looking, she blushed and coughed as she imagined what I was thinking. After catching her looking, I just smiled, and she blushed crimson. I explained to Chris that since the objects he would be shooting were stationary, the Auto setting would probably work best because it would handle the light balance he could capture the detail. I pointed out that the camera had a movie mode as well so if he needed to picture moving around the grouping so all angles could be captured it would do so nicely.

He handled the camera to get a feel for its weight and balance and snapped a picture of Cyn’s face taking her by surprise. She protested like a woman and told him she couldn’t be as impressive as his tooling would be the next day.

“I’m sure my tooling feels more impressed right now than it will tomorrow.” He said with more than a twinkle in his eye. Cyn couldn’t stop herself from looking down and gulped as she saw the bulge of his hard cock in his pants. “See what I mean.” He said. “You’re definitely having more influence on my tooling than the pile of metal and plastic will have.

Cyn blushed deeply but couldn’t say a word; neither could she stop herself from looking at both our crotches so she could compare our bulges.

“I think maybe you better head for the Landing Strip instead of home if Jenny’s already there, it looks like you need to see her soon.” Cyn said, and then she blushed even more as she realized how brazen she was.

“It’s not dreaming about Jenny that’s making both of us uncomfortable.” I said. “It’s looking at you.”

“Craig,” Cynthia squealed, will you please watch what you’re saying, you’re going to embarrass us all.”

“Don’t worry Cyn.” Chris said. “I don’t embarrass easily, but I agree with Craig, watching you could give a corps a hard-on.”

“Chris!” She shrieked. “Would you put a lid on it already? If you’re not careful you have us all doing things we’ll regret tomorrow.”

“Cynthia,” Chris said evenly. “Jenny told me about your ride in the convertible, and the things that happened at the Landing Strip. I assure you the only thing I regret is that I wasn’t there to see any of it.”

Now besides Cyn being a noticeable shade of red her hard nipples were clearly standing out against the material of her dress.

“This is a little much I think.” She said. “I’ve got to sit down.” She sat on the sofa, near the center, and Chris rushed to the easy chair directly in front of her.

“Good idea.” He said. “I always love to sit directly in front of a beautiful lady with beautiful legs when she is wearing such a perfect dress.”

Again she said nothing, and I sat down next to her. We pretended to resume normalcy but Chris was constantly trying to communicate with Cyn through hand gestures and mouthing silent words. I was trying my best to act normal and clueless to what was going on so it was hard to follow everything he was trying to get across to Cyn. I know he was trying to get her to open her legs and she kept nodding ‘no’. Occasionally he would stroke his bulge to show her how excited he was, and I could tell her eyes locked onto his hand when he did it. 




Cyn-ing Together Ch. 01



He finally persuaded her to relax a little and let her knees separate by about three inches. When she did that I had to adjust the stiffness in my pants as well. She saw me do it and then looked up to meet my gaze. Not a word was spoken as we both searched within our eyes to ask consent and give it, then to confirm my interest; I place my hand on the top of her leg and pulled her dress up to mid thigh.

She looked again at me frantically to know where this was going, and I simply let a subtle smile play on my lips as I pulled the material further up her leg. Then her attention snapped back to Chris, and he repeated the gesture for her to open her legs. After just a short pause she started to move her knees apart. When her knees were more than a foot apart she looked to me for a stop sign, and got none, then I watched her spread them all the way open so Chris would have a completely full view of her panty covered crotch.

She wore thin nylon bikinis that were beige in color and almost transparent so I knew Chris could see the detail of her plump pussy lips. I was dying to reach down and run my fingers across the panel to test for wetness, but I chose to wait and draw the suspense higher.

Chris picked up the camera and snapped a couple of pictures and then slipped out of the easy chair to his knees on the floor in front of Cyn’s widely splayed thighs. He moved closer and shot a few more pictures changing the angle a little on each shot. Then he extended his hand with the pointer finger straight and gently touched the valley between the two swollen lips. It was wet and hot and he ran two fingers up and down the moist recess several times pushing the material further into her warmth each time until she hid almost all of the first two bones of his finger 

He sat back on his heels, and just stared at her open pussy while taking more pictures. He almost seemed to worship the delicate sparse hairs that did little to hide her. After a long minuet in quiet inspection he reached both hands forward, and slid his palms along the outside of her thighs until he reached the waist band of her panties, and then looking into her eyes to confirm his intent and deny her resistance if there was any, he gripped the waist and began to slowly pull her panties down. She rose a little in her seat to help and he pulled them all the way off and down her legs and then slipped them from her feet.

Now, with her open wet pussy naked in front of him, and her knees about 10 inches apart, he placed his hands back on her legs, this time on the sensitive inside surface of her thighs and slid them toward her steaming sex. As his hands moved closer, he gently spread her legs further apart until they were as wide as the sofa permitted. He moved his fingers in a tickling way to the wet lips of her pussy, and Cyn frantically searched for my hand as he got close.

While he tickled and teased the sensitive folds she squeezed my hand until I thought it was drained of any blood, and yet when he started to worm a couple of fingers into her depths, she squeezed even tighter. He knew he was driving her wild, we both did; what he was doing to her was driving me just as wild as well. When he knew she needed to be impaled deeply, and couldn’t wait any longer, he made a dramatic presentation of sliding his squirming digits deep into her soaked cunt. When he reached maximum depth, Cyn’s body started to shake and tremble and we both watched her vibrate in an earth shaking orgasm that stopped her breathing. 

I don’t know how I kept from shooting my cum into my pants while I watched him fuck my wife with his fingers; I was so connected to her pleasure I should have, but I held back. 

Chris took hold of her legs behind her knees and pulled her bottom forward to the edge of the cushion and then spread her legs wide again. Her wet cunt was dripping and bright red in color from her arousal as he moved forward to gently kiss his way up her thighs, alternating between the soft surfaces. By the time he got to her pussy she and I were both ready to explode. 

He then aggressively kissed the aroused lips and ran his pointed tongue up her valley to her hooded clit. When found her erect bud he chewed on it and sucked it into his mouth. He curled his tongue and pushed it deeply into her like a small cock and alternated fucking her with his tongue and using his fingers when he attacked her clit.

Almost desperately she started to tear at my zipper to release my throbbing cock. I helped her and fully unfastened my pants and belt so I could make my self naked below my waist. She pumped and fondled my raging prick impatiently wanting to make sure I was as hard as I could be as Chris brought her to another shuddering orgasm. She was almost impatient in her effort to cool down so she could move on, and indicated in no uncertain terms that she desperately wanted to replace Chris’s fingers with my hard cock.

I helped her rise, because I was anxious as well to have her wet hot sex slide down my pole. We worked together to get her over me and both shook as she dropped all the way onto my shaft. She leaned back against me and twisted around so she could kiss me passionately and confirm her need, and then sat more straight so she could concentrate on fucking the shit out of me.

Chris sat back on his feet again and watched and photographed us as we thoroughly enjoyed each other, and then he stood up and came closer; reaching down and gathered Cyn’s skirts into his hands and puller her dress up and over her head. At last she was almost naked, covered only by her sexy push-up bra. He caressed and fondled her ripe tits and pinched her erect nipples through the lacy material and the reached behind her to release her clasp. When the bra became slack he gathered it forward and pulled it off he arms. Now she was completely naked and I was partially so, but Chris was still fully clothed.

Cyn reached for his cock to fondle it through his pants and then started to tug at his zipper like she had mine. He quickly undid his pants, pushed them down and kicked them off his feet. He didn’t like the tails of his shirt hanging down so he quickly pulled that over his head as well. Now I was the only one who still had any clothes on. Chris came to stand in front of Cyn, between her widely spread legs until his cock was pointing at her painted lips. When she saw it there, she reached out with both hands and grasped his ass cheeks and pulled his hard prick into her mouth.

With her hands on his ass and his on her head they worked together to catch him up on his way to climax. It didn’t take long until we all started to feed off each others energy before the sounds of approaching orgasm filled the room. Even with a cock stuffed in her mouth Cyn’s screaming was the most noticeable and as I listened to the sounds of her climax I started to pump my semen into her womb. Chris let out a loud chorus of obscenities as he pumped jet after jet of hot cum down Cyn’s throat. None of us would let go of the others as we pumped and drove to drain the last drops of pleasure from us all.

We all clasped onto each other into what must have looked like a group hug gone unconscious and just held onto each other until total calm took over the scene. Cyn seemed most reluctant to let go, only because she was trying to deal with all of her emotions at having come face to face with her greatest fantasy. When she finally let go of Chris she tried to rotate on my lap to face me and realized I was still buried in her cunt. Not only was I buried, I was still hard. She looked down where we were joined and seemed to take comfort in my continued state of arousal.

“My god Craig,” she said. “You’re still hard. Did you like what just happened?” 

“Of course I liked it, I loved it.” I said. “Why do you think I set this up?”

“You set it up? You mean we didn’t just get carried away; Chris didn’t just seduce me? She said.

“All that too,” I said. “We didn’t know everything that was going to happen or how it would, Chris was pretty good at moving things along, I thought, and you were absolutely incredible.”

“You can say that again.” Chris said smiling as the remaining sperm dripped from the end of his softening prick onto the carpet.

“What’s going on here?” Cyn asked. “Besides us all being naked with cum inside of me, what does this mean?”

I told her that I could tell she was starting to get a wild look in her eyes, and figured it was time to see how things went if we spiced things up a bit. Then I told her that I thought it would be a little more exciting if I requited Chris as a co-conspirator. When she asked me to explain what I meant by that, I told her that I had given Chris permission to undress her whenever I wanted him to, or whenever he wanted. Her mouth shot open as she looked at me and said, “you can’t give someone else permission to take my clothes off.”

“I already did.” I said, “And I don’t go back on my word. If I want Chris to come by sometime and brighten up your day by taking your clothes off, he will; for that matter if he decides he wants to brighten up your day on his own he can do it without even asking me.”

“ASKING YOU! What about asking me?” She said flushed with energy.

“This is all about you and us, and how you get excited about being submissive at times. You know you love the idea, if you didn’t, your nipples wouldn’t be so hard and your cunt wouldn’t be on fire.”

“God Craig, I don’t believe this. Aren’t you going to put any limitations on this? He can just come and undress me whenever he wants to? I’ll never be able to relax.” She said.

“Isn’t that great?” I said, with a huge smile. I started to move her up and down on my iron hard pole to show her how exciting the whole idea was to me.

“Oh shit Craig, fuck me, I’m so fucking hot I’m going to burn up.” She said as she started to ride the full length of my shaft. Chris got busy with the camera again.

In spite of the fact I had cum so recently I was so excited it didn’t take long before she was howling again and cumming and I was bucking and roaring as I pumped my seed into her. As we calmed she slowly stood up and gathered her clothes so she could dress. She felt more self conscious than ever after the things she learned would be happening, but her nipples remained hard and sensitive, telling us all how excited she really was about the phase we were entering. Chris and I both dressed and we were all pretending to be completely normal by the time Cynthia returned from the bathroom.

When she came into the room Chris and I were looking at the photos he had taken through a lead to the TV. Cyn asked if either of us were thirsty again, and then froze as she saw her naked body in the heat of a climax displayed on the large TV screen. I opted for a cold glass of water but Chris said he was going to have to leave soon, and didn’t want to have to stop on the way home to pee. 

Cynthia stepped into the kitchen to get me and her something while Chris and I returned to the conversation we had started a few minuets earlier. Chris was pressing to know when and if it would be appropriate for him to fuck Cyn. I told him that I didn’t want that to be the first thing out of the shoot tonight, but now we were already past the first thing. He was so horny for her he couldn’t stand it.

“Go see if she’ll let you undress her again before you leave, if she does without protest, you can fuck her, if she protests, undress her anyway and have her give you a blow job in front of the sliding glass door with the curtains open.”

Chris just said, “Shit”, and stood up and went into the kitchen to find Cyn.

“Change your mind about a drink?” She asked as she watched him approach her.

“Naw,” he said. “I just wanted another look at you and a good bye kiss before I left.” He said, and walked straight up to her and took her into a close embrace.

She could definitely feel his hard prick as they stood close to each other, and he brought his hand up to caress and fondle her left breast. He took the water glasses from her hand and led her from the sink to the area in front of the sliding glass door and then pulled the curtain wide. The light was on in the dining nook so she was completely illuminated, then he stepped to her and felt her back for the zipper of her dress. When he found it he pulled it all the way down listening to the nylon hiss as it went.

He took the top portion and pulled it forward and free of her arms and then let it drop to her feet. Now wearing only her bikini panties and her bra he held he again and ground his body into hers. His fingers slipped to her waist and he pushed her delicate panties from her hips and down her legs. Soon they became loose and dropped as well. Last he mauled her full tits through the lacy covering before pushing it up and over her mounds and up over her head. Once again he had taken all her cloths off, and she hadn’t protested, but she certainly was not calm or relaxed.

He held her again and while he did, she explored his stiffness through his pants. “Take it out he ordered quietly, and she obediently unfastened his slacks and pulled the zipper down, then she pushed everything down until it became loose and fell to his feet as well. They kissed as they caressed each others bums and then he turned her around and had her rest her hands on the table top. He reached around and pinched her nipples with the fingers from one hand while he slid the head of his prick up and down her slit with the other.

“Do you want me to fuck you with this Cyn?” He asked, nudging the head just inside her hole.

She said nothing as she wrestled with the ultimate act of her fantasy and looked around the room for me. When she saw me, I was already naked and my rock hard cock stuck out in front of me. She looked at me, mesmerized by what was happening and willing me to be closer. As I stepped to her side she raised her nearest arm and I slid in front of her, resting my backside against the wooden table top. 

She arched her back and thrust her tits toward me as she looked back at Chris, and hissed, “God Chris, put it in me. Please fuck me with your gorgeous cock.” When he shoved it in to full depth her breath hissed out and there was a strangled sound as she sucked him and a new breath back in. I could see the shocking force of his thrusts in the jiggling of her tits and she looked deeply into my eyes before we kissed with open mouths and dueling tongues. The kiss was telling so much more than the passion that raged, it spoke of the deep love and union of our souls. If we were going to hell for this wickedness, we would enjoy going together.

He Chris’s thrusting tempo increased, I was caressing, gripping and pinching her tits. Then she moved back and brought her mouth down on my straining shaft. She swallowed my prick deeper than ever before and seemed to attack it in her lust. I gripped her head and fucked her throat with all of the intensity that remained in me, and soon we fed each other lust again as we all came pumping and swallowing in a giant orgasm.

When we all calmed down, we slowly moved from in front of the glass and gathered our clothing to dress once again. By then we were all truly exhausted and Chris excused himself to return home to his own wife. Cyn and I went to bed, but we didn’t go to sleep. We talked, got excited and fucked again two more times before we finally could take no more and fell asleep in each others arms. We rarely slept naked. Usually we would re-dress for sleeping comfort after sex and sleep deeply. We still slept deeply, but we were naked when we woke late the next morning, and fucked again.

Over the next several weeks, Cyn and I went out together several times where I undressed her or had her do something sexy to entertain me or others that happened to see, and I always made sure she was provided several orgasms to make her pleasure complete. Chris downloaded the digital pictures he had taken under my direction, and e-mailed them to us both. The ones where he had avoided capturing her face were posted to several wife watching sites. The postings were titled “my buddies sexy wife”.

Cyn was shocked when she found out, but was turned on none the less, I pretended to embarrassed as well and hid my erection and smile from her. He stopped by twice at my request and once on his own and dutifully de-frocked my lady. Both Cyn and he seemed content to limit the extent of sexual contact without my being there to a hand job or oral sex. Each of them was recipient of that of that much, and no more, and I was satisfied that things were progressing well, and now under more hidden control.

About a week after these games began, I thought it was time that Jenny became involved and approached Chris. He was all smiles and said that Jenny had been eagerly waiting to get in on the fun. Jenny called Cynthia and invited the two of us to dinner at their house on Friday evening. Usually Jenny worked at the Landing Strip on Friday nights, but she took the day off because she was so anxious to see what would happen when we were at their house.

When we arrived, Chris was at the liquor store picking up their weekend supply and jenny visited with us as though nothing at all had happened since the last time she had seen either of us. Chris had told her that he had told me she wanted to have sex with me and there seemed to be an unspoken air of sexual anticipation that seemed to radiate from her, and wouldn’t let my cock rest.

When the door from the garage opened and Chris entered the house noisily, he greeted us enthusiastically; his mood seemed loaded with excitement and possibility. He didn’t wait long before he went through the gathering rooms in the house, living room, dining, kitchen and the comfortable great room, and opened all the blinds that were not already open. I think Cyn started to get suspicious with his strange task and I could see the evidence of her aroused and pointed nipples through the dark blue satin blouse she was wearing.

Finished with his task Chris came to stand in front of where Cyn was sitting on a large comfortable sofa in the great room. “Up beautiful,” he said as he extended both hands to help her rise.

With a puzzled expression Cyn took a hand and stood up. Immediately Chris started undoing her buttons and Cyn started to protest asking if this was appropriate since we had just arrived and had a long evening ahead of us.

Of course it’s appropriate he assured her, anything exciting and a little daring was appropriate. He finished unbuttoning her blouse and she blushed deeply as he pushed it from her shoulders and pulled it from the waist of her gold skirt. I smiled when I saw the goose bumps break out all over her exposed flesh, and he quickly sought out the zipper of her skirt as Jenny and I just watched and got more turned on.

After the hiss of the zipper we watched as he pushed the skirt over her hips and down until it dropped at her feet. Chris stepped back a little to survey the sight of Cyn standing there in just her sheer bra, and the panties covered slightly by the nude colored pantyhose she was wearing. He stepped back to hold her close to him while he smoothed his hands over her sensitive flesh. Holding her close he slipped both hands into the waist of her panty hose at the back and slid them against the naked flesh of her ass down to squeeze her nicely rounded butt.

Now Cyn was really self conscious and embarrassed, being caressed so intimately in front of his wife and her husband, but at the same time I knew he was finding a wet treasure between her legs as he slipped his fingers between the hot lips of her pussy. I was sure she was almost ready to cum when he pulled out partly and then pushed the pantyhose and panties off her hips and down her long beautiful legs. I never tired of the sight of those toned thighs and calves, whether I was uncovering them myself or having Chris do it for me. I couldn’t imagine anyone not enjoying the site, and I was flushed with pride at knowing she was mine.




Cyn-ing Together Ch. 01



Wearing nothing but her sheer bra, Chris led her back to her seat, and said, “There, that’s better, we want you to feel comfortable and at home here Cynthia, I knew you felt overdressed.” As he sat down as well he had a smile from ear to ear to match the ones Jenny and I already had.

Cynthia looked at us all, sitting there fully clothed, almost formal in comparison, and asked if she was the only one who was going to have to sit around almost completely naked. Jenny spoke up and said, for now at least, this is how she felt when she had to walk around the club almost naked trying to talk fully dressed customers into springing for a lap dance or ‘private’ show. “Besides,” she said. The evening is only starting and I need to be a proper hostess to start out.”

For the next fifteen minuets, the four of us visited and acted like it was a completely normal dinner party, and that nothing was abnormal about Cyn’s nudity. I’m sure this had the intended effect of unnerving Cyn, and driving her to increased arousal. When we moved to the dinner table, we continued the act with the exception that I teased her wet pussy and clit whenever possible so she wouldn’t get comfortable and feel normal.

One time when I reached to caress her slit I found Jenny naked foot and toes already there playing. When I smiled at Jenny, she reached her hand to feel my hardness through my pants. My cock stiffened fully as she traced its size and shape and I chocked when she wrapped her fingers around it to squeeze firmly. By the time we finished with our food and only nibbled impatiently at our desert, we were all ready for some serious sex.

Chris knew form earlier discussion that we would be fucking each others wives, Jenny was anxious and ready, but Cyn might have only suspected the possibility. She had never seen me fuck another woman although she knew I had. Cyn had always been the center of attention, so to speak, of one to many horny males. I knew she was turned on and anxious for different cock herself, she had completely loved the attention of both Chris and me the previous week and fucked me like a wild woman every day since then fueled by the memory. I knew she was anxious for attention from both of us that night, but I don’t think she took time to fully comprehend Jenny in all of it.

The first thing that took her by surprise was jenny herself. When we returned to the large comfortable couches of the great room, Jenny was the one who sat close to her, really close. She started to caress Cyn slowly and with the sensitivity of a woman who understood all the things that made a woman feel good. She concentrated a lot of attention on her tits through her bra, and then inside it. Cyn was really being affected as she realized the pleasure she was receiving and how it played to the fantasies of many men.

Although being seduced by a beautiful woman who was fully dressed in front of two men, her need for climax made her anxious to get Jenny naked as well, and started removing her clothes. It took her several minuets to get Jenny to the same stage Chris had undressed her, because she was anxious to explore the body she was unwrapping and was subject to the effect Jenny was having on her as her pussy and tits were being played with so expertly.

Cyn laid back moaning and writhing as Jenny fucked her with several fingers and opened her cunt. She screamed in orgasm when Jenny went down on her and licked her pussy and chewed on her excited clit. Jenny pulled Cyn’s mouth and teeth to her sex as well and Cyn seemed almost uncertain for an instant. In all her adventures, I don’t know if she ever spent that much time between a woman’s spread thighs. But she obviously enjoyed it because as she fed on Jenny’s building climax, she reached between her own legs and pinched her clit to bring herself off as well.

Chris and I were naked by then and too turned on to wait any longer, and while Cyn was still convulsing in her climax, he slipped behind her and started to feed his hard cock into her wet open hole. The filling contact came when she was in afterglow sensitivity and when he started pumping fully into her she was compelled to climb the walls again in arousal against the current. It drove her wild.

Freed-up, Jenny and I were able to explore our first fuck together as well, and we attacked each other with ferocity from pent up anticipation. I had seen Jenny naked many times when she had danced at the Landing Strip and had always gotten a hard-on. Seeing her nude here in her own home as she played with my wife, my cock was as hard as I could remember; even though it had been exercised in lust so much lately I thought it had actually grown like an exercised muscle. (I wasn’t bothering to consider that erection was much more related to blood flow than any muscle tone, the blood must be flowing well.)

Jenny on the other hand had never even seen me in a swimming suit, so I was pleased when she looked and acted so interested in my assets. I was not that much bigger than Chris was, maybe a half inch or inch longer and bigger around, but the rigid hardness and definition of the excited blood vessels with the uncircumcised hooded end that was stretched too tight to stay covering the purple bullet end seemed to have her full attention. She caressed and fondled the shaft, exploring every detail before she licked it with her hot tongue and then brought her open mouth down on it.

There was no doubt that Jenny was an expert cock sucker who could take me quickly into the deepest recesses of her throat. She fucked me with her face in a way that made me feel like I was turning inside out. Occasionally she would come off my prick and pay attention to my cum filled scrotum. When she was deep throating me she continued to sensually fondle my sack and the sensations all built powerfully to a tummy filling eruption of my cum into her mouth. She sucked every available drop from my spent cock before she let me go.

To inspire my interest and make sure I was hard enough to fuck her pussy, she laid back and opened her legs to my view as she played with and opened the folds of her cunt so I could see the hungry depths. I couldn’t resist and moved to her so I could use the same slow teasing seduction on her wet sex that I used on Cyn. She must have enjoyed the sensual approach as well because she started to show her need with more and more dirty talk and volume.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Shit yes! Push more fingers in, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with more! Yea, that’s it; bite it, bite my clitty, fuck me with your tongue you bastard!” On and on she went with cursing and obscenities as her passion demanded climax. 

Chris had already cum and deposited a full load of sperm into Cyn’s ever thirsty cunt, and I had listened to the familiar sounds of her orgasm in the background, but outside Jenny’s noisy display of lust, the house was quiet. Chris and Cyn were both watching the noisy sex between their spouses. I was rock hard again, inspired by Jenny’s enthusiasm and I almost came as I felt her lock my head in a vice like grip between her dancer’s thighs when she was consumed by a powerful orgasm. She didn’t even want to slow down so she could recover from her cum though, she wanted and went for my hard cock up her vagina as she scrambled to push me onto my back so she could sit down on my standing shaft. She shook with intensity as she settled onto the full length and leaned forward to tongue kiss me before she sat upright and started to ride my pole like a barrel racer. God it felt good.

She fucked me ferociously for several minuets, until she could tell I was ready to bust a nut, and then she climbed off of me, leaving me mad for release and got on her hands and knees begging me to plug her from behind. I scrambled around quickly so I could slide my hot slick cock into her all the way and started to build a sensual rhythm to bring us both off. I increased tempo as I got closer to climax, but just before I came, she scrambled away again and lay down summoning me to enter her missionary style.

Almost mad with lust and need I entered her as deeply as I could and fucked her like a wild man for only a couple of minuets until I could feel the cum boiling within me ready to erupt. I raised her legs holding the backs of her knees and rested them on my shoulders to get maximum penetration for the last mighty thrusts that brought both of us to a loud energy sapping orgasm.

I don’t ever remember having fucked and been fucked with that ferocity and need before, and when we settled to calmness I couldn’t even remember where we were, and who was there. I had completely forgotten about Cyn, Chris and what we had been up to, until Chris nudged my shoulder, and nudged it again to bring me back around.

Jenny had already recovered and was sitting there naked with a big grin on her face and cum running out of her pussy. Cyn was still undressed as well, but looked a little sullen and moody, like she was tired, stressed or suffering from a head ache. Chris was getting dressed and I felt like I needed and wanted to do the same, but I could hardly move. By the time I gathered my clothes and started dressing, Chris was dressed, Jenny and Cyn almost. 

I was surprised at how little was being said; there almost seemed to be an icy silence in the room between spouses. Chris pointed out how late it was; 11:45 on a Friday night to most would still be early, but I nodded and said “Yea, I feel pretty tired myself.” I said.

“I should think so,” said Chris. “I think you and Jenny used up all the energy in the whole neighborhood.”

“I don’t think you and Cynthia left any to spare.” I said, pondering over the stained grimace on his face. “What about you hon, are you ready to call it a night?” I asked Cynthia.

“I’m ready”, was all she seemed to want to say.

Polite, almost formal, good nights were exchanged by all, but before Cyn took my arm to leave, Jenny took my hand, came in close and kissed me with an intimate, not sexy kiss, one that seemed to convey genuine appreciation for the close intense experience we had shared. “Thanks Craig, that was great, you were great.” She said this almost in a whisper showing it was a message for me alone, but Cyn was close, Cyn heard and took my arm to urge me through the door.

Cynthia said very little on the way home; at one point when I looked her way as we passed beneath a street lamp, it almost seemed like I could see a streak of moisture on her cheek, like the trail left by a tear. “Are you alright honey?” I asked.

“Tired I guess,” she said, and turned away.

We stopped at a traffic light and I reached toward her and rested the back of a finger against the moisture track and traced it to her eye lid. “What’s the matter Cynthia?” I asked letting her know a simple response from her to derail me wouldn’t.

“It was hard watching you with Jenny.” She said. You both seemed to…well enjoy it so much. I think it made me feel jealous and hurt a little.”

I don’t know if she was subtly trying to tell me she didn’t want me to fuck other women or in general, or that she saw the possibility of a threatening connection between Jenny and I. It didn’t really matter which, she needed to understand, no we both needed to understand that if we were going to allow ourselves to engage in sexual daring with other people, we both always ran the risk that something might come up to threaten the sanctity of our own relationship. I tried to tell her this as best I could, but that did not end the disquieting feeling in the air.

With the passage of a day, feelings, conversation and sex returned to normal between us but I still sensed that we needed to talk. While we cuddled together in bed one night soon after we talked things over and clarified the rules of fairness between us. Since I was an admitted and avid voyeur it was easy fir both of us to understand how I could still find excitement in watching another man fuck her. She had been a life long exhibitionist even though she hid that fact for many years. She had never tried to imagine where those who had watched her found pleasure in what she did.

I told reminded her that when I was young and in High School, I had been more like her, an exhibitionist. It wasn’t until I was arrested while in college for lewdness and public exposure that I learned to suppress my exhibitionistic impulse; when I did that, my appreciation for those who showed themselves off sexually gave birth to voyeurism. “You’ll learn to enjoy watching me fuck other women, or we’ll agree to remain completely monogamous.” I said. It was not a dictatorial edict, just a pronouncement of reason and equity, and she raised no objection.

For several weeks we were content to be happy and comfortable without outside influence or interaction. Chris stayed away as well until one day he asked me if we had decided against the fun and games we had started. “Not at all,” I said, “It just hasn’t come up. You’re always welcome, anytime you want to drop by.”

He stopped by once while the kids were there and didn’t stay long. A few nights later he dropped in again. When he learned the kids were away and not expected back quickly, he stripped Cyn naked in the great room while we visited and she fucked us both. We all loved what happened and the exciting anxiety returned to our everyday life, especially for Cyn. 

In the stories I had read, I came across one entitled “The Contractor’s Wife” written by an author called “giglim” I think. It turned me on something fierce and I couldn’t help imagining Cyn in the role of his wife, especially as I remembered her last day of work at Apex Adjustments. I decided to set up another adventure that would re-create the set up in giglim’s story, and see where it took us. For those of you, who want to know what happened, see the next part Cyn-ing Together Part 2 to see how everything turned out; it will be posted in a couple of days. There was some bad and some good in it, and it really tested both of us and our relationship. No one says this kind of playing around doesn’t have dangers, be careful what you ask for.



Cyn-ing Together Ch. 02



“I’d like to have a dinner at your house.” I said to Chris, my work associate, one day. “You can fill Jenny in if you want to, but I don’t want Cyn to know that I’m setting her up for a wild night.” “I want to invite four guys besides you and me. Supposedly they will all be associated with us at work. “Here’s the preliminary list of possible guests.” I told him, “but I want you to check them out to make sure.” 

You can tell them the hostess will be a housewife, who is also a professional party girl who will strip for us. They won’t be able to have sex unless she agrees and unless they wear a condom for protection. If they won’t wear one, they only watch. Tell them at the very least they will enjoy a good meal and end up seeing a beautiful natural soccer mom get totally naked. Are you interested?”

Chris was totally dumbfounded but in spite managed a feeble, “All right.” Followed by a loud, “SHIT YES, when do we get to do it.?”

“Thursday night, will you and your house be available?”

“Fuckin A, you can count on us. “This is Monday, so we don’t have a lot of time. What if someone can’t make it?” Chris asked.

“My list is just a suggestion; if they all need to be replaced use good judgment.” I said. “Explain that rules will be printed on place cards. Any violation of a rule means that person is removed and won’t return.” Chris was still in shock when we got back to work and so excited he called me at least six times during the afternoon to report progress or get permission for a substitution. Tuesday and Wednesday were much the same.

I waited until Wednesday morning to tell Cyn about the dinner Thursday night to honor those who had made a special contribution to the success of the product, which Chris worked with me on. I told her the dinner had been set for the Allen’s home and that Jenny was going to hostess, but that a girl at the club quit and another was down from surgery for the week, so Jenny had no to go in to work. I told her Several of the invited guests were going to be disappointed because they had seen Jenny dance at the Strip and a rumor was buzzing around that she would be worth looking at that night. 

My goal that morning had just been to plant a seed and set the stage, then Wednesday evening Jen even came over to persuade Cyn to help out by taking over as hostess for her. To throw Cyn off, Jenny suggested, as an alternative, that maybe Cyn could take her place at the Landing Strip instead. When I saw Cyn’s nipples harden, I was afraid my best laid plans…you know, but I didn’t have to worry; Cyn didn’t go for the striping alternate and agreed to be dinner hostess.

All day Thursday, everyone involved was on edge. Cyn was the least nervous because she knew less than anyone about what was going on. I made sure I was home by late afternoon so I could help direct her in what to wear. I arrived before she returned from her errands and laid a white spandex dress on the bed that Jen had picked up for her. It was similar in many respects to the red one that her dominating friends had given her to wear at work that last day, when I confronted her about her infidelities. It was the same day she ended up fucking almost everyone in her office as well as Leon at the strip club. The biggest difference was that if she really wanted to she could pull it down so the hem was only about four inches above her knees.

For underneath the dress, I laid out the same sheer almost see-thru white party and bra set I selected when I showed her off to the business men at Antonio’s. When she saw the clothes on the bed before getting into the shower she stopped short and looked at me long and hard as she tried to read all of the things that were hidden behind my eyes. I looked away to keep her guessing. 

When she went into the bathroom, she left the door open and did a sexy strip tease with her back toward me. She looked over her shoulder to make sure she had held my full attention during her little show. She had. The glass surround on the shower is clear and I continued to watch her as she bathed. She knew I was there so she turned away again and I could see her body respond as she caressed herself instead of ‘washing’ I could see the tips of her fingers between her legs as she fondled her pussy and I almost came when I saw her back arch from orgasm.

When she got out she dried herself off and came from the bath nude. She walked over to the window and pulled the chord to raise the blinds. Then she turned to the bed to dress. Everything she was doing seemed so damned sexy while natural and innocent at the same time. “Did you like watching me cum?” She asked referring to the shower.

“I sure as hell did. But I’m sure you counted on that.” I said. “What got you so turned on?”

“Well these clothes look pretty sexy; the last time you picked out things including the panties and bra was when we went to Antonio’s.” She said. “Yes, I know.” I replied, “So?”

“Nothing really,” She replied and then added. “It just made me wonder…never mind, these things will make me feel sexy until we get home.”

When she had put dressed in the items I had selected, she chose her white high heeled shoes to complete the ensemble, and then, as an afterthought kicked them off and selected her feet 5in red high heels that went with the red spandex dress. Before she put them on, she turned to and asked if I wanted her to wear pantyhose. I looked into her eyes and then said yes, a very sheer pair.

She used to wear pantyhose all the time, and when she was playing her sexy games with the carpool gang they made a big deal out of her wearing them when she left the house and kissed me goodbye. Then they would take off all her clothes in the car on the way to work and play around during the commute. Before they got to work they would dress her up again as sexy as they could and tease her all day long. On the way home they would reverse the procedure so they could deliver a conservative wife back to me and our three teenaged kids.

The pantyhose became the big symbol that separated the conservative Cynthia from the sexy Cyn. After we reconciled following the crisis of fidelity in our relationship, I admitted that I really didn’t like pantyhose that much. A subtle key was established between us, that whenever I specifically told her to wear them, sometime soon after, the fun and games would officially commence when I told her to take them off. 

She slipped the hose on and tugged the hem down modestly as we left the bedroom. We told the kids good night and made sure they were properly stocked with food change for the evening. We didn’t talk a lot during the trip to Chris and Jenny’s but Cyn fussed with her dress quite a bit. She may have been teasing me with views of her thighs or experimenting with the character of the dress to see what the stretch or creep factor was. If she was trying to keep me excited, she succeeded.

We got to Chris’ house before any of the others and had plenty of time to get familiar with the layout and the location of all the things she would need in order to be a good hostess. Moving around a lot more answered many of her questions about how her dress would behave, or misbehave. If it were pulled down all the way, it would generally stay there when she walked. When se sat down, it would rise, how much depended a lot on what she did while sitting. When she stood back up, it would not drop on its own, and depending on how high it was, it would either hold at that level or start to creep up even more. The higher it was, the faster it would creep, the possibilities were exciting.

Several times following her agreement to be hostess she had asked what was expected of her. Each time I told her that Chris worked out the details and she needed to follow his directions. The question had come up again on the way over and the answer was the same. She looked at me and shivered, and then I noticed her nipples harden again.

At the house she asked Chris about the ‘directions’ for the night ,and he just looked at her studying her face for a moment, before he asked what I had already told her. 

“He said to follow your instructions.” She said evenly and looked as though she was having difficulty breathing.

“That sound about right.” He said. “Could you help me with this food from the caterers?” 

We all worked together to finish setting things up. There was plenty of food from one of the top restaurants around, Antonio’s; everything was finished and in place before the guests started to arrive. All four of the ’honorees’ were strangers to me before that night and ranged in age from 32 to 48 years old. All of them looked at least reasonably fit and very masculine. Someone realy interest in male flesh could get tired of flaring her nostrils. Cynthia looked a little nervous during the introductions and probably felt conspicuous as the only female in the room.

Bill was the oldest; he had the sleek look of a super salesman with premature grey hair. Louis Foster, nicknamed ‘Buck’ was about my age; he had a ‘rough around the edges’ look that suggested he was a take charge guy on the production line. He was an inch or two taller than me but about 30 pounds heavier; the extra weight wasn’t in flab. Darren was about 37 and looked the part of an engineer who could do anything, and Todd was a 32 year old youngster; an ambitious overachiever with a rocket tied to his ass; the kind of worker who sets a hell of a pace for everyone else.

We all circulated for a few minuets with Antonio’s appetizers. Chris sidled up to Cyn and told her she was doing great. “I haven’t done anything yet.” She said. “Sure you have he whispered in her ear you’ve already got them all excited just by the way you look.” Chris said, and Cyn blushed deeply. “By the way, here’s your fist set of instructions for the evening.” He said as he slipped an elegant folded paper into her hand that looked formal and was printed with expressive handwriting that had to have been prepared in advance of the moment; then he walked off. 

I had actually prepared all of the notes and printed them while at work, it read. “You look beautiful tonight Cyn, just being here, but you will need to raise the level of heat a little. During the meal, as you are moving around, you can pull your skirt up if you want to, but you cannot pull it down for modesty while in the room. The only place you are allowed to do that is in the kitchen. Remember, while you are seated at the table, you are still ‘in the room’.”

She read the note and her face quickly colored. She turned nervously to look for me, but I was busy at the moment so it wasn’t difficult to disguise the fact I had already noticed her surprise. Chris announced it was time take our seats at the table. Place cards had been set out that located me, the senior product line manager at one end and Chris at the other. He located Cyn next to him on his left. When we finished the salads, Cyn got up to collect the plates so she could bring out the main dish. Her skirt had ridden about half way up her thighs and she almost pulled it down on reflex.

She looked at Chris and he was staring at her with a warning look on his face. She turned to me looking for some sort of clarification or intervention, all she got was a smile, and a nod indicating my approval for the amount of leg she was showing. As she moved around the table pausing between the men they made no effort to hide their obvious interest and most made comments, some crude some charming about her looks. Occasionally someone would try to touch her covertly and she would jump away from their hands. 

It took her several trips into the kitchen to clear all the salad plates and the first time she went in she pulled her skirt down to a modest level. When she returned, there was an obvious note of disappointment in the room. Todd, the overachiever, was direct as he told her she had broken his heart and disappointed him deeply.

“How did I do that for heaven’s sake?” She said.

“Because you pulled your skirt down and hid your beautiful legs,” was Todd’s reply.

Cyn, feeling a little flustered and more than a little excited said. “I’m sorry Todd; I thought I showing too much and it was making you guys act little naughty.”

“We want to be naughty” was the gist of the collective response. Cyn blushed a little at the flirting and that made everyone grin.

“Please pull it up back up, at least a little.” Todd begged. “There’s nothing wrong with you showing a little leg.”

Cyn was flushed and I knew she actually loved the way things were going; finally, while standing so everyone could see, she tugged up on the sides of the white dress even higher than it had been, high enough so the stretchiness of the fabric would start the creep process. Now she spent even more time between the guests so much so that by the time she was on her way to the kitchen with the last dishes, you could plainly catch a glimpse of her panty crotch beneath her sheer pantyhose.

She tugged the dress down a few inches while in the kitchen but left it high enough when she started bringing plates loaded with food out, the dress could still creep up. Each time she paused between two of the guests with food, a mini scenario seemed to follow involving hushed conversation and a fair amount of wiggling around on her part. While she had been in the kitchen Chris passed out more instruction cards that I had prepared earlier to everyone at the table. The card read simply, “You can touch anything on Cyn you can see, or that is uncovered.”

The guys were taking advantage by caressing her legs and massaging the cheeks of her ass through her sheer pantyhose. By the time she was on her way to the kitchen for the third time she looked at me and gestured urgently for me to follow. When we were both inside and the door closed behind us she threw both arms around my neck and kissed me with passionate hunger. She moved her body against me and I sensed plainly her aroused need. I had not seen her that turned on since she was in the middle of her infidelities.

“Shit Craig, what’s going on? These guys are touching me everywhere and they keep telling me how anxious they are they are to play. Do you know what’s happening here, and where it’s going?”

“I had a pretty good idea from watching you squirm around and seeing how turned on you looked.” I said. “You seem to be having fun. As for the question about where this is going, the answer is I really don’t know, but I’m not worried, in fact I’m excited. The question is, ‘are you’?”

“Hell yes I’m turned on, I though that was obvious, I just don’t know if you’re ready to watch me lying on the table while these guys all fuck me.” Cyn said completely turned on to the possibilities ahead, and everything that might happen.

“We’ll never know standing here in the kitchen.” I said making sure I didn’t completely answer her question. I wanted to leave at least a tiny bit of uncertainty in her mind to keep her on edge, then I took her by surprise by adding as I looked at her display from the waist down. “By the way, the next time we see as much on display as I’m looking at now, take off your pantyhose, in front of us so we can all watch.

“My god Craig, that’s the only thing keeping their fingers out of my pussy.” She said in shock.

“I know.” Was all I said as I picked up a plate and carried it into the other room. I set the plate of food in front of Chris and returned to my chair at the other end of the table.

Cyn followed me shortly, after she made some adjustment to her skirt, pulling it down to a modest height again. When I saw her come through the door looking modest, I smiled a little in amusement, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. The guys all made a big show of disappointment again at her hidden legs and she blushed with arousal.

She sat her plate down and noticed my place was still empty so she made the trek to my end maintaining burning eye contact with me all the way. The guys were loud as they begged her to pull her skirt up again. Looking down at me she mouthed the question. “Are you sure?” My reply was just a smile on my lips and nod of my head. She turned, facing they group as she stood at my side; without saying anything and while showing her excitement by the look in her eyes, she slowly pulled the skirt up, first on one side, then the other alternating until it was gathered around her waist and her panties and hose were fully on display.

She looked at me again to see if I was flinching, and seeing my eyes locked on her moved her hands to the waistband of her pantyhose. She slipped her thumbs inside and curled her fingers to grip the material and with everyone’s undivided attention evidenced by the wide mouthed looks of sexual anticipation she slowly pushed the fabric down until it slipped over her wide hips and on down her trim athletic legs. She stepped out of her shoes and then removed the hose one foot at a time before slipping her feet back into the 5” heels, and then she tossed the wispy garment into the middle of the table where the guys fought over it like marriage hungry women going for a bridal bouquet.

She turned, looked down at me and said quietly, so she couldn’t be heard by anyone else. “You asked for it.” “I know.” I said as we mouthed sexy personal kisses to each other, and then she returned to her seat.

Not a lot was said as we rushed to finish the main course, I’m sure the food was delicious, but no one was ready to take the necessary time to appreciate it. Cyn hardly touched hers at all. Several times I noticed as she moved her ear close to Chris or Bill while they whispered something to her. At one point I saw her gripping the table with unusual force as she looked down at her plate. Her eyes closed and her body was rigid and tense and looked ready to pitch forward, then I watched as her shoulders arched and her torso shook while she bit hard on her upper lip.

My cock grew hard as I witnessed my wife shaking in climax as she sat between two other men at the table with me. When she relaxed and was able to compose herself, she looked at me and knew that I had witnessed her orgasm. She blushed crimson and averted her glance; the delicious guilt I hoped for was evident in everything she did. 

When it was obvious we were no longer interested in any food left on our plates Cyn needed to collect them all and return them to the kitchen. Before she stood her hands went below the table apparently to her hips. She shifted to one ass cheek and then the other before standing up. We all knew her panties had been pulled part way down her thighs by her seating buddies and had to guess at the rest.

She gathered an armful of dishes and I got up so I could help. We both loaded up so we could clear everything in one trip. As soon as we deposited the dishes she turned to me again in passion. This time she intended to cum for me before we left the kitchen. “God Craig, make me cum, I’m so horny I could die.” She said in desperation.

“You already came for Chris and Bill.” I said teasing. “Won’t that hold you for now?” 

“Fuck! You did watch me. They both had their fingers in my pussy and I couldn’t help it.” She dropped to her knees and wrestled my pants down to free my erect cock. It was fully loaded when it sprang out at her. “You got turned on knowing they were finger fucking me didn’t you?”

“Who wouldn’t?” I asked as she stroked and kissed my throbbing member. She opened her mouth and took the entire length of my stiff penis into her hot mouth and buried her face in my pubic hair. My mind raced as she bobbed up and down erotically on my erect shaft. I was already so hot I couldn’t last more than about 30 seconds before I blew a full load into the back of her throat, but she wouldn’t stop sucking until she milked every precious drop out of me and swallowed it all.

Then she stood up, pushed her panties down quickly and she sat on the work surface as she spread her legs and the lips of her swollen pussy open for me. I didn’t have to be asked as I dived into her nest and fucker her deeply with my curled tongue and then nibbled on her erect clit with my teeth. She didn’t last any longer than I had before she exploded into an earth shaking orgasm. 




Cyn-ing Together Ch. 02



As we composed ourselves so we could deliver the desert, she paused and looked into my eyes. Knowing she had my full attention she said “If you want to go home as soon as we deliver these plates, it’s alright with me and I’ll fuck you to death all night long, and never regret anything, but if we stay here, somebody else is going to fuck me. I’m may end up fucking every man in the other room, and I won’t be able to hold back anything. Do you want to leave?”

“No I don’t.” I said. I expect to be fucking you here tonight, but I don’t expect to be the only one.”

Cyn pulled her panties back on and before we went through the door said; “This door is the point of no return.” I stepped to her side at the door and said. “Here, let me get it for you.”

Both of us were still turned on when we left the kitchen and the guys at the table said it was about time we came back, they were afraid we were having our own party without them. “No party guys,” I said, “we were just finishing up the appetizers.” I carried the bulk of the plates and supplied Cyn as she gave each guest his serving and provided a mini personal show to go along with it. As she passed out the deserts she made a big production of setting the saucers in front of each guest one at a time while he enjoyed the free touch rule. Almost everyone got two or three fingers in her pussy, I had a perfect view. Buck even managed to get one hand way up under her dress so he could fondle her tits through her bra.

When I reminded him of the rule that limited touching to what could be seen or what was uncovered, he pushed the dress and bra above her tits and said, now they’re uncovered and everyone cheered. 

The guy who looked like the engineering geek, Darren was next at the seat to the left of my vacant chair, and he made a big show of playing with Cyn’s pussy before he started rubbing her tits and pinching her erect nipples like Buck had. 

Finally Todd the overachiever went directly for the goods and pulled Cyn’s panties all the way off. This didn’t fit in the rules, but she still stepped out of them one leg at a time and left them on the floor. Todd wanted to show all of us what he was doing and made Cyn straddle his legs facing us while he fucked her pussy with his fingers for all of us to see. As she leaned back against him he also played with her tits. She was naked from above her breasts down. 

She threw her head back a screamed loudly for all of us. “Oh shit…Fuck my pussy, pinch my clit. God I’m cummmmmmiinnnnggg. She shook and convulsed as she bucked on his lap during her cum for all of us to see. When she recovered and got up, everyone clapped and cheered. 

She took Chris’ desert plate from me to set in front of him; then she smiled appreciatively at both of us. He made her turn around and bend over at the waist. Her naked pussy was right beside his face with the puffy lips of her cunt oozing juice from her pussy. He turned slightly and then kissed her lightly on the skin surrounding her wet arousal. I could tell it was driving her crazy as he teased her and when he finally curled his tongue and inserted it deep inside her wet hole, she groaned out in surrender. When he bit and sucked her erect clit she screamed out with excitement and quickly came to yet another shuddering orgasm. Everyone cheered again. 

I was last and she approached me after I took my seat. I also had her straddle my legs facing me while I stroked her open pussy for all to see from the rear. She put both arms around my neck as she hugged and kissed me tenderly whispering in my ear over and over “thank you sweetheart, I love you so much for this nasty treat.” Her skin rippled and she shook again as she came again, this time from her own husband. When she finally got up, we parted tenderly with a lover’s touch and she took her seat between Chris and Bill. We all ate our deserts without ever looking at anything besides Cyn’s beautiful naked body.

When we had finished, Chris reached over and pulled the dress and loose bra over her head and down her arms so she could make the last few trips to the kitchen completely naked except for her five inch heels. Everyone’s cocks were out and on display and fully erect as we watched her move, and she took a moment or two to stroke each one to make sure it was completely hard. Bill’s cock was perfectly proportioned and about the same size and length as mine. He made no secret of the amount of activity it got in connection to his womanizing good looks.

Buck, the ‘working man’ had a working man’s cock. The end of it stood up proud and stiff in the air as it bobbed and throbbed. When pumped with blood and erect it was bigger around than a soda pop can at least 8 inches around and more than an inch longer than my own seven inche. It took both her hands to try to test the circumference of it and she looked back at me in total lust as though asking for my opinion as to whether or not she could handle it.

The prick that took everyone completely by surprised belonged to Darren. If he really had any engineering expertise, he used it all to design physical support for his 10 to 12 inch long, but not terribly thick cock Cyn was dizzy as she looked at it and her nipples looked larger and harder than I had ever seen them. 

“Well, Chris said, I think it’s time we adjourn and move this show away from the dinner table. As we all started into the other room, he pulled Cyn aside and handed her ‘the red spandex’ dress from her wild last day at work, along with a pair of sheer red nylon thong panties that barely covered her and did nothing to hide her pussy lips if she spread her legs. Put this on he said, the game rules will be the same as the last time you wore it, when it gets to you waist, the panties come off and you have to get someone to fuck you before you can put them back on.

She blushed again hotly, the color went nicely with the red spandex and everyone knew that this cover-up was not going to slow things down at all. The rules were explained to everyone and then Chris lowered the lights a little more, and turned on the stereo to a sensual beat for slow dancing.

Everyone was anxious to be the first one to dance with Cyn, but I pulled rank. “Since I’m the product line manager, I claim the privilege to be the first to dance with this beautiful creature. If all these guys actually worked for me, I might have been more charitable, but since they were for the most part strangers to me, no one was going to beat me to the head of the line. I took Cyn’s hand and pulled her to me. I’m sure no one really knew or understood how deep the bond between us really was; they probably just thought Cyn was a very affectionate woman, but we knew it and feasted on that knowledge.

We move pretty well together while dancing and well before the song ended I could feel the nakedness of her ass at small of her back as the dress was all the way to her waist. Anxious and turned on she started to push her panties down as I held her while we continued to dance. Soon the sheer thong dropped to the floor and she pulled one foot free. She began impatiently tugging at my belt and trousers to get them off as well, and soon I was naked below the waist also. 

As I picked her up she wrapped her legs around my waist and started begging me to fuck her there in the middle of the floor. I was happy and horny as I hunched her up a bit so she could take my hard cock in her hand and guide it into her steaming cunt. I eased her down so she was fully impaled on my thrusting member and she used the muscles in her legs to bounce up and down on me. Thank god she had sucked me off earlier; it made it possible for me to last long enough to feel the contracting muscles from her cum ripple through her pussy while she milked a full load of semen from my balls. 

My climax was as powerful and lasted longer than I had ever remembered in our 18 years of marriage. Since she came first, she was able to ease back a little with her hands around my neck and look into my face so she could watch the intensity of expression that accompanied my orgasm. “Why sweetheart,” she said softly, “I think you enjoy being on display too.” We both smiled and then kissed with a deep loving and erotic kiss, and declared our love quietly so no one else could hear before she slid off my softening prick.

She pulled her panties back up into place and stretched her hem back down to the bottom of her ass cheeks, and then turned all the way around to show she was ready again and so she could survey the group. “Who’s next?” She asked.

Bill was most prepared and anxious, maybe it was his womanizing experience; he quickly pulled her into his arms. He held one hand in a closed dance position while he used the other to fondle everything he could through her dress or beneath the rapidly ascending hem. When her dress was at panty removal height he caressed her naked skin above and under the dress while she removed her panties. He stepped back a little and pushed her dress above her breasts like I had done in the other room so everyone could see her naked treats and he fondled her tits while she lowered his pants.

Cyn grasped his cock and tilted it upward between them and then rubbed her body against his rod as she lowered her self to her knees. She rocked back a little and released his prick from between her breasts and looked at it lustily before moving forward to swallow the entire length into her mouth and throat. She sucked passionately on his cock as she gripped his ass and pulled the cheeks wide so she could tease his puckered anus with her finger. 

Bill didn’t want to cum in her mouth so he pushed himself away and handed her the condom to slip onto his prick. She slid it onto his cock using her mouth and teeth, then moved her back to sit on the edge of the seat on the overstuffed couch. Her upper body leaned back into the soft cushion as he spread her legs and walked on his knees forward so he could feed his bursting cock into her hot wet pussy. The couch was not set close to the wall so Todd went behind to look at the action. From that position he could reach down and fondle Cyn’s tits while Bill hammered into her pussy.

As soon as Cyn realized she was being serviced by two randy men, she went wild and became more vocal. She almost screamed as she held on to Bill and begged. “Fuck me you son of a bitch, pound my pussy harder! Stick your finger in my ass. Oh god I need it, I need your beautiful hard cock, fuck my pussy harder! Make me cum!

“I’ll fuck you, you married bitch.” Bill screamed back. “You’re such a slut to be here fucking us while you’re husband sits at home. Can he fuck you like this?” He asked not knowing who I really was.

He continued to challenge her. “I said, can your husband fuck you like this? Does he know what a fucking slut his wife is?” 

“Know he doesn’t know how bad I am. He can’t fill me up with his little cock like you do and make me cum like this. I have to pretend to cum for him so he won’t know what a cheating whore I am.” Cyn said playing along and loving the feeling of being a dirty nasty slut.

“Get ready slut.” Bill said. “I’m going to fuck your sucking cunt until I cm. I would love to knock you up with my hot cum so your hubby knew what a slut you are. Ohhhhh, here it is you cunt, I’m commmmmmmiiinnnngggg. Take all of this you fucking slut whore.”

Cyn cried out that she was coming as well and let out a long continuous pussy centered moan as she bucked wildly on his prick.

Todd was caught up in the lust as he shot burst after burst of hot come all over her tits, dress and face as well. She worked quickly to scoop much of it up to lick from her fingers and rubbed the rest into her naked skin. “You really are a fucking whore aren’t you?” He said. “Chris, where did you find this pussy, we ought to keep her around so we can get into her pants often. I wish my fucking girlfriend was here so she could learn something.” Todd declared as he recovered from his knee buckling ejaculation all over her.

Cyn looked up anxiously at me wondering is she had hurt me with her passionate words. “I wish I had my wife here so Cyn could teach her how to be a hot slut. She’s so fucking prim and proper all the time I have to have a slut like this every month just to make sure I’m still alive.” I said. A knowing smile passed between us to confirm we were both all right with what was going on.

“Hell girl.” Chris said. “Are you sure you want to play dress up anymore? We may just as well keep you naked so we can all get our cocks in you without wasting time.”

“Shit yes.” She said as Todd pulled the dress over her head so she was naked again. “Please somebody put a big cock in me so I can be fucked again. 

Darren was completely naked and his long sword swayed out in front of him. He didn’t have enough muscle and blood in his long cock to make it stand out straight or angle up and he sat alongside Cyn on the couch. “Get on top of me bitch, and see how much of this you can fit into your sloppy pussy.” He said. Now lying mostly on his back the long cock lay on top of his tummy and the tip rested on his sternum between his undeveloped pecks.

Cyn scrambled on top of him and Chris had to help as she raised her pussy up his body while he had to almost bend his prick to get the tip down far enough to slip it between her aroused labia. She was absolutely excited from being made a spectacle while I and everyone else watched Chris helped feed Todds long penis deep into her womb. I was naked as were the others and my cock was rigid with lust as I watched her take inch after inch. The condom only covered half his length and if she could take all of him, I hoped that it wouldn’t slip of and leave him unprotected in her womb. Total penetration came naturally from Cyn moving her excited body and hungry pussy down, down, down his shaft.

You could see the lust as she propelled her sex downward in spite of the fact his rigid shaft had already reached her cervix. It seemed unbelievable that she captured his entire length and he started moving in and out with short but lengthening strokes. Although her nerve endings were not intended to reveal much of the actual physical sensation deeply inside her womb, just knowing he was steadily sawing back and forth through her opening as he fucked her made her wild with lust.

She bucked in spasms through one long continual orgasm as she rode his long penis and worked toward making him release his load of semen into the latex shield. “Oh fuck I love this long cock. I’ve never been fucked so deep.” She cried out with the fucking he was giving her. “Oh shit.” She said as she threw her head back and thrust out her tits. “Something in my ass, Oh god, somebody fuck my ass.” She cried. 

Chris was already in position and quickly told Buck to hand him the bottle of baby oil that was on the shelf by the stereo. He poured some onto his throbbing shaft and some into the top of Cyn’s ass crack so it could run down to her anus that was already red and open from someone’s finger action. Chris held onto her hips for support and rocked forward so he could slide his entire shaft into her waiting ass. “Ohhhhnnnngggghhh.” She gurgled as he slid in and bottomed out. “Ohhhhhh that’s it, fuck my ass.” She hissed. “Fuck your cheating fucking whore of a slut.”

“God I love to be nasty.” She said. As she caught me looking with my face tight with lust and my cock ready to explode again she looked me straight in the eye and begged. “Please let me be your nasty whoring filthy married slut, please.” 

“You are.” I said. “You belong to me from now on you fucking whore. You’re my cheating married slut and your husband can go to hell.” I said pretending to be someone else. “You’re going to tell him you belong to me now, and you’ll fuck who, where and when I tell you to from now on, understand.” 

“Oh yes, I belong to you and I’ll fuck whoever you want me to. I’ll tell my husband that my pussy belongs to you now to use however and wherever you want.” She said, all the time fucking two men wildly at the same time. Darren had already come, but the slutty language had him stiff again. Everyone heard the exchange between us and I’m sure some wondered how I was earning such obedient language from her but no one with the exception of Chris had a clue how real the exchange between us was.

Before we could think much about it, Todd pulled her head around and shoved his long cock to her lips. She smiled thinking this was her sexual hat trick, all three holes plugged at the same time. The serious business of orgasm was at hand as the tempo of all four picked up and soon cum was being pumped into her every hole.

As they all fell limp and started to seperate I became more aware of Buck. He hadn’t dipped his cock anywhere in her but he had followed all the action and words and as Cyn lay on her side almost spent and regenerating, Buck announced he was taking his turn. He flopped Cyn onto her back again and scooted her to the edge of the seat with his powerful arms. She looked almost feather light as he handled her. 

His fat cock stood out oozing pre cum but he sloshed it around in her greasy pussy for more lubrication. Cyn’s eyes were wide as though she was looking at this monster for the first time. He shuffled forward as he started to stuff his giant into her pussy. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back into her sockets as she felt his mass started to fill her up. She knew this cock even made Leon’s monster look average.

Her face was red and blood pounded through her temples. “Oh god,” she said. “It’s so fucking big, it’s going to split me open.” She panted out.

“You can take it bitch.” Buck said. “Your cunt was made for my prick whore. I’m going to claim you for myself, I don’t care if Craig is the boss, you need to be my cunt.”

Overcome with lust at the horse cock that was entering her, she screamed out, “Oh yes! I want your big fucking cock, push it in fill me up with it.”

My heart was pounding, even though it still hadn’t occurred to me that this was a credible challenge to my place; it tore me up to have Cyn begging so desperately for his giant cock.

“Are you my slut?” He asked with his beady eyes boring into hers. Her eyes flew open as she looked at him and then at me in panic. “I said, are you my slut now?”

Cyn closed her eyes not able to look at me and then cried out with dependant need. “Yes I’m your slut, I’m your fucking slut, just fuck me with your beautiful fat cock.”

I almost lost my breath and had to blink to keep my eyes clear as I watched her fingers clutch his naked hairy back and wrap her legs around his waist to pull him deep inside. He buried his prick all the way and then started to pump forcefully into her while she screamed with lust on his hard cock. After fucking her hard for ten minuets they both came with intensity. Buck pulled his monster out, cum dripping from its end, as he looked for Chris. “You got a bed?”

Chris was almost as numb as me and gestured to the hall. Buck stood up and pulled a limp and submissive Cyn to her feet. She clung to him like his possession and couldn’t look at me. “Do you want to come with me slut, for more of this cock, or do you want to stay here with your former owner?”

Cyn looked briefly at me filled with shame as well as lust and couldn’t speak as she reached her hand to wrap her fingers as far around the prick as she could and tugged it to her; he kissed her deeply and pushed his tongue into her mouth, then he led her off to a bedroom and the rest of us stood there, knowing the party was over. The others quietly dressed and left, while Chris and I were left to the relative quiet of the house, disturbed by the noisy frenzied fucking and screaming that went on and on in the bedroom.

I sat there immobile, wondering what to do, wondering even what I wanted to do. The woman I had been so willing to support and forgive and try to fulfill had chosen someone else over me based upon the size of his penis and her need to be possessed by it. I had vigorously defended my faith and love for her in spite of all the criticism I felt from those who knew or suspected what was happening or had happened and wondered how I could tolerate it. 




Cyn-ing Together Ch. 02



I justified my inaction by reasoning that the voyeuristic excitement I felt while watching Cyn have sex with other men outweighed the humiliation or jealousy I felt from being made a cuckold. I thought whatever jealousy I felt contributed to the adrenalin arousal I felt, so in the long run, it contributed to my satisfaction as well, sitting there listening to her sexual climaxes, I wondered if it really did.

I had always avoided violence, not because I was afraid of any opponent, but because I was afraid or at least uncertain about myself. When I was in the ninths grade, our Physical Education teacher was a real advocate of boxing as an art and a sport, so he scheduled a boxing jamboree at the end of each year that every male student participated in. I hated everything about it as students were matched up with one another. Most of the boys ended up matched by weight to another student for two three minuet rounds. Students that didn’t seem to fit with a particular opponent were placed in the ring, six at a time in what he called a battle royal, one round of boxing, five minuets long.

Reluctantly I ended up standing with five others in one of the featured battle royals. I remember hearing the bell, and squaring of with one of the other ‘fighters’ and getting decent licks in, but that’s the only thing I remember. My next clear recollection came after the battle had ended and the next two fighters started. A younger class mate was slapping me on borht arms excitedly talking about my exhibition.

“You were awesome Craig.” He Said. you got ‘em all.”

The puzzled expression on my face must of matched my question when I asked him what he was talking about. Apparently one of the guys in our little war preferred to attack me from behind, and I endured it as long as I could before I lost my cool and turned on the back jabber and knocked him out of the makeshift ring. I didn’t stop there and knocked three out of the four remaining from the ring as well before they rang the bell and two of the male teachers subdued me and removed me from the ring.

There have only been about two of three instances in almost 30 years that I have ‘lost’ it in violent reaction. Each time, I couldn’t remember what happened, what I did, or what my opponents did either. Once, I received more damage than I delivered, but in each incident, I couldn’t stop on my own, someone else had to intervene. I found it was much better to find other ways of resolving difficulty and confrontation than through physical action.

I became the designated peacemaker or arbitrator in almost every role I played, professional, social or religious. As I sat there listening, I felt my emotions rising, I knew that I wanted this night to end, I knew that a confrontation would come, but I didn’t know what I wanted the outcome to be. For the first time in over eighteen years I questioned whether I loved Cyn or not, whether I even liked myself anymore or not. The only thing I knew for sure was that my deep resentment of the attitude, behavior and the very presence of Louis ‘Buck’ Foster was growing faster than I thought I could handle.

When I heard his crude boasting again about how the slut beneath him was going crazy over his stud cock, I knew the party was over for him as well. Chris followed close behind as I rushed own the hall to the master bedroom. 

Buck had left the door open so we could hear better and when I entered the room he was in full action plowing his large cock into Cyn’s open cunt from behind. She looked exhausted as her chest and head lay on a pile of pillows to support her upper body, but her white knuckles gripping the bedcovers revealed the intensity she felt from his brutal pounding. She screamed in lust begging to cum again as I approached and told Buck to get his ass out of there. “The party’s over you fucker.” I spat out.

“Fuck off asshole.” He said angry for my interruption.

I remember him swatting at me as I came close along side, and reached down to take a grip on his hanging scrotum. I spoke evenly in his ear as I warned him to stop, unless he wanted to live out the rest of his life as a eunuch. In reaction to the threat my grip implied, Buck withdrew from Cyn’s sucking cavern and twisted to confront me, the last thing I remembered was looking at the widely open and worn out looking cunt that was covered in cum. Apparently, that sight was the final straw that triggered my violent action and blackout.

The next thing I knew, Buck was quietly dressing in the front room as Chris was still trying to cool me down. I had given his balls a squeeze firm enough to leave a painful reminder of his offence but not enough to immobilize him. When he tried to get up I drove him into the door frame so hard the wood splintered and broke, then in spite of his definite weight advantage I threw him down the hallway into the living room and then up against the wall so hard the sheetrock and wood framing gave way.

I pulled him up and drove a blow into his midsection that drained him of all his wind. When he finally got enough breath to speak he told Chris he would go, and for him to keep me off of him. This is where I came around watching him dress slowly while Chris worked to calm me down. 

I was aware of a woman behind me but it didn’t register that it was Jenny who had just come in I thought it was Cynthia dressed and ready to leave as well before I realized it was not her. When Buck was ready, I finally asked, “What about Cyn?”

“Who?” He asked, and then answered, “Oh the whore. She’s still in the room but you have to pay her, I don’t care how many times I used the slut, I didn’t hire her.” I jumped at him again so fast I took him completely by surprise, but it wouldn’t have mattered. I landed a right on his face that sent him flying over the ottoman so hard he slid along the floor until his head crashed into the wall. I opened the front door and picked Buck up off the floor and doubled him over with a hard blow to his stomach.

He couldn’t breath and was bent over at the waist when I brought my knee up into his face so hard it lifted him completely off the ground and sent him through the open door. He landed hard on the bottom step of the porch and sidewalk and his head made the sound of a cracking melon as it bounced on the concrete. Chris and Jenny were both afraid that I had killed him and I didn’t really care. I actually remember being pleased and surprised that I had not blacked out, and remembered this last violent reaction. 

He was unconscious until jenny threw cold water onto his face, and he groaned in pain as he rolled over and struggled to his feet. Chris helped him to his car and Jenny swore that if he ever showed his face up there again she would kill him herself. He drove off without further incident, and I didn’t really care that he might prefer charges against me.

“Well I guess I missed the party?” Jenny asked. “What the hell happened?”

“Oh Buck decided to take possession of Cyn.” Chris admitted reluctantly.

“You still invited that sick son of a bitch, after I told you that would DEFINITELY be a mistake.” She spat angrily at Chris.

“Someone else canceled.” He responded lamely.

“Shit Chris, sometimes I can’t understand how stupid you can be. You know he likes to come across as the macho bad ass and when that happens it blows the fuck out of everything else. You haven’t got the sense of a used bottle cap.”

“I know I screwed up.” Chris said. “I said I’m sorry.”

I sat down on the step feeling lost and uncertain about everything in my life and they must have noticed.

“Now what?” Chris asked fully comprehending how hurt I had been by Cyn’s decision to go off with Buck for their private fucking.

“What do you mean, ‘now what’?” I asked.

“I know you’re hurting man, I feel shitty I let that cretin come.”

“I was stupid.” I said. I rested my head in my hands trying to find peace in which to think. I believe Buck fucked Cyn at least five distinct times that night and it sounded like they both came wildly each and every time. I felt absolutely and totally devastated and seriously wondered if Cyn and I would ever be together again, or if I even cared. “I didn’t object to anything until Cyn walked out, now I have no idea what I want to do.”

“Cyn, what’s happening with her?” Jenny said as she ran into the house to find her. She looked in the guest bedroom, it was empty and then she headed to the master bedroom fuming again when she saw the damage and mess that the shit head Buck had been fucking Cyn in her bed. As she pushed open the door she saw the pitiful sight of Cyn curled up in the middle of a messed up bed looking thoroughly fucked and crying uncontrollably.

She sat down on the bed next to Cyn and laid a protective comforting arm over her as she tried to get to the bottom of Cyn’s tears. Even she was afraid that Cyn was crying because Buck had walked left after he had claimed her mind and pussy with his monster cock. Jenny could understand because he had once laid claim to her as well. She pulled Cyn to her and caressed the back of her head as she held Cyn to her breast and rocked her back and forth. Come on honey, the worlds not ending, that big cock isn’t that great, you’ll find out in time. 

“What do you mean?” She said through tears and sobs.

“I mean Buck’s cock isn’t as great as he thinks it is or you may think it is right now.” Jenny said.

“I don’t care about Buck’s stupid cock, it hurts and he’s mean.” 

“Then what is it?” Jenny said. He isn’t going to bother you, Craig just beat the shit out of him and he’s gone for ever.”

“Oh no,” Cyn said through uncontrollable tears. “He’s gone.”

“I thought you didn’t care if Buck was gone.”

“Buck’s gone, not…Craig,” Cyn asked between choking sobs.

“Of course Craig’s not gone.” Jenny said. “He’s downstairs with Chris.”

“Oh Jenny, what have I done, I saw the look on his face when I chose Buck’s big cock, I just had to have it. I know I’ve hurt Craig so bad he’ll never love me again, how could he? Buck took me away and made me promise to be his slut instead of Craig’s, and I did, I promised to be his slut in front of Craig, just so I could have his big fucking cock.”

“Did you mean it Cyn?”

Cyn cried again in shame before she could answer. “When I said it…I thought I did.” And then the tears flowed again freely.

“What about now, do you want Craig, or do you want Buck’s cock?” Jenny asked the painful question.

“Of course I want Craig, but I don’t deserve him.” Cyn said. “I can’t trust myself to control my damned pussy and my deep down need to be nasty. When it’s a question between what I should do, and what my pussy wants me to do, my pussy always wins. When I have a chance to be nasty and bad, I’m afraid I’ll choose that over my husband, so I think it’s best for him if he leaves me.” She gave way to tears again but she was so sad and exhausted the only evidence of her crying came in the soft shaking of her naked body.

When Jenny returned to the front room where Craig and I were, it was apparent we had been having a similar conversation questioning my future with Cyn. Jenny came in and sat down quietly and said to me. “I guess the two of you have a problem to resolve, but I feel somehow we are tied up in it also so maybe it’s a problem we can all work on together. Do you want to tell me what happened up to the time Buck became Buck.

Between Chris and me, we filled Jenny in on the evening’s details. The more we talked, the more we all got turned on again. I couldn’t believe I was becoming aroused as we described the exhibitionist orgy of the evening in the dining room and then here in the front room. Before we started reliving the erotic debauchery, sex had become a painful hated emotion. I had thought briefly that I would never be able to put my cock in a pussy again. Now I just questioned whether I could feel and make love again. Fucking had definitely opened up as an option again.

It made it seem particularly erotic that we were telling Jenny about this. When I thought of Jenny stripping naked on the stage at the Landing Strip during all of this, I thought to myself how nice it would have been if Craig and I had gone there instead, I would have probably been the one feeling guilty now and my marriage, although fragile would still have been in tact. As I watched the signs of arousal appear in Jenny from our graphic descriptions, I told her that Chris and I should have gone to the Landing Strip tonight.

Jenny blushed and said. “If you would have been there tonight I would be having the same problem with Chris that you and Cyn are.” 

Chris’ eyebrows raised and he said. “What the hell happened at the strip tonight that would have pissed me off? The agreement we have is that we can fuck others as long as we fess up the details. Did you plan on holding back?”

“I was going to tell you when we were alone.” She said. 

“Tell us now.” He said. “Craig needs to know that Cyn’s not the only naughty girl around here.”

“Cyn’s old boss, Sandy Andersen showed up tonight. She and Leon are pretty good friends now, especially since the night they helped Cyn get away from that prick Nate. You remember Nate don’t you sweetheart?” She said with an edge to her voice as she looked at Chris. When I looked over I saw him bristle with disgust. She turned to me to explain. “Nate used to come to the Strip before Leon beat him up; he was a regular and a big tipper so he had me do private dances for him all the time in the back.”

“Back then he was even a decent fuck and I fucked him a lot, didn’t I hon? Any way Nate spent so much time with me he thought he was falling in love. Then one day when Nate was at the club at the same time Chris was, Nate started to challenge his claim on me when he saw that we were a couple. Nate pushed Chris into a game of pool. Chris plays a lot and is able to handle himself on the tables with any of the regulars at the club, but Nate is almost professional. He hustled Chris and cheated him out of $250.00 that night, then Nate goaded him into a double or nothing bet that put me on the line as his toy for a whole weekend, here in our house while Chris watched or left.”

“I knew it was wrong and I could have stopped it if I had wanted, but I was flattered with the interest and feeling too naughty, so I agreed to go along with it. Chris played his ass off and almost won, but one slip gave the game to Nate, and he took possession of me immediately. He put me on the pool table and fucked the shit out of me in front of everyone to rub his victory in.”

“It was a terrible weekend for Chris because I let myself loose and let Nate flaunt our wild sex anywhere he wanted. I just went crazy for one weekend and it almost destroyed our marriage. Chris and I worked it out, but I’m sure he was feeling the same things you have all night.” 

“What’s this got to do with tonight?” Chris said impatiently. 

I’m going to give you the short version. I had to fill in at the Phoenix Club tonight like I have in the past and your favorite son of a bitch was there. He went through the manager to set up a one on one with me, but before he got me in the back, Dave the bouncer there, who is also a friend of Leon’s, knew that I wasn’t happy about the whole thing and pulled me aside. Dave handed me a wrapped condom and told me to make Nate use it if I couldn’t talk him out of sex.

“I took Nate and the condom back to the dark booths, and started to dance. He was starting to paw me immediately and I told him touching was against the rules. He said he had already taken care of that and told me to be nice and play along. He tried to get me worked up and turned on so I couldn’t think of anything but fucking him. With all the things he did to me, it almost worked.”

“He told me he was going to fuck me, and even though I really needed it, but I managed to tell him I would only if he put on the condom. He said bull shit, no fucking way, but I told him I was afraid I had the clap so he stopped arguing. I pulled out the condom and made a big sexual production of rolling it onto his prick. When I had it on almost all the way I noticed a smell like deep heat ointment or menthol, and all of a sudden he jumped up and started tearing at the rubber trying to get it off.”

“The stuff on the inside that we assumed was lubrication was actually an extra strength muscle ointment that burned like shit on an open wound or an erect cock. Dave later told me it was even laced with Tabasco sauce. Dave said there was also an ingredient that worked like Tabasco but was in a powder form to start, so that it didn’t become active until it was mixed with water, then it got even hotter. Nate was jumping around screaming in pain and when he stuck his prick in a glass of ice water to cool it down the other ingredient kicked in.” 

“He went red in the face and keeled over backward then fainted. I was scared to death; his cock was red and swollen like it had been boiled and we thought we should call a paramedic until someone threw some ice water on his face to wake him up. They used the same water he had his prick in though so as soon he woke up he started to rub his eyes because they were burning also. When we told him that someone called 911, he got angry and made his friends help him get dressed. He was out of there in seconds; I don’t know why he was so worried, but at least it made him light out.”

“The manager was pissed but he doesn’t worry me, he already had his money so he didn’t have much to bitch about. He said there was a chance Nate would make trouble, but I’m not the one who laced the condom. I caught him laughing with a big shit eating grin on his face in his reflection in the mirror. I thought it was best to get out of there and told him the Strip needed me back. It was after 1:00 a.m. so when I finished entertaining Leon, Sandy and half the bar with the story. I just packed it in and headed home.” 

“Shit,” said Craig. “That’s not bad, certainly better than what I was afraid of, especially when you said you were turned on and ready to be fucked. I wish I could have seen Nate’s cock all swollen up. I guess you get to stay here after all.”

“I ‘get’ to stay? I don’t know whether I should thank you your lordship, or kick you in the nuts.” Jenny said sarcastically but with a warm loving smile on her lips. “And by the way, I still need to be fucked, I pulled down my jeans and rubbed my pussy all the way home because I had been teased without getting a big O and from thinking about what all you guys were doing here. I know this place seems like a morgue right now, but I’m still turned on.”

“It may seem like a morgue, but there are no dead bodies here.” Chris said. “I never felt I got my fair share of fucking here considering the sexy show Cyn was putting on. Just remembering the red dress and rules in here makes my cock throb, will you put it on so we can see you in it?”

“I’d love to; I’m dying to see if it turns you on with me in it. I don’t want to be insensitive Craig.” Jenny said, “But there’s a little business that needs to be taken care of, and with Cyn in my bed, right here is the perfect place. As far as I’m concerned, you I hope you’ll stay and watch, I love to be watched, or you can go talk to Cyn, or better yet you can drop your pants and join in, don’t you agree hon?”

“Perfectly, any way you want to play it buddy.” Chris said smiling. He had already stripped off his pants and was walking around with a full wood log looking for a fiery spot to lay it in.

Frankly at this point I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I had called the kids earlier to warn them we would be very late or may not even get back until they were off to school. They assured they would be fine and I envied their confidence. The thing that had shattered mine was Cyn’s willingness, almost enthusiasm even to give herself away sexually to someone else and leave me out of her pursuit of lust again.




Cyn-ing Together Ch. 02



I certainly didn’t feel ready to talk to her yet, and didn’t really have any idea when I would. The one thing that remained a constant however was my interest in the voyeuristic aspect of sex, so for the time being at least, watching Jenny and Chris get excited and have sex seemed like the no-brainer option. I settled into the over stuffed swivel recliner and swung around so I had an unfettered view of the love couch that the couple was going to use.

Jenny slipped into the kitchen quickly carrying her bag, the red spandex dress and skimpy thong. A few minuets later she surprised me when she came back in wearing a very proper looking knee-length dress that was gray with pinstripes and looked like it would be the choice of a female executive. It had buttons all the way from neck to hem and all but the top two and bottom three were fastened. She had pinned up her hair and wore glasses with large lenses that had prominent but elegant plastic rims.

She must have known the look I liked, but I had always based my picture of the perfect strip routine on the things I had seen Jenny do at the Landing Strip anyway. I couldn’t hide the big grin that spread across my face in spite of the heavy presence of gloom in my brain. Jenny moved gracefully into the room with her concentration originally focused on her husband and his naked cock that was standing up stiffly from his crotch as he reclined comfortably on the couch.

She danced in front of him stroking her body impatiently through her clothing. She opened the next two buttons at the top and slid her hand into her dress to cover and caress her breast and tease the erect nipple. All of this I watched from behind, and I wished I were sitting next to Chris on the couch. Then she turned around to face me with her hand still inside the top of her dress. It caused the material to open so I could see the delicate lace of her brazier and the fullness of her breast and the hide and seek bare flesh of her chest.

She pulled the pins from her hair and let the trusses that came part way down her back swing freely. Her arousal was evident, yet obviously growing as she moistened her freshly painted lips with her tongue. She looked deeply into my eyes and seemed to communicate to my inner being that she needed to possess me sexually. My penis was as hard as it had been at any point that night and I rubbed it boldly through my trousers. 

She reached down and released a lower button and then moved close to me and without speaking willed me to continue. I extended a shaky hand and plucked at the fifth, then sixth and seventh buttons, releasing them form their holes. Her dress was now unbuttoned to the waist, but still not open. It separated slightly as she swayed from side to side to offer teasing glimpses of the dark portion at the tops of her thigh high stockings and the smooth bare flesh of her soft inner thighs.

She moved her hands to her legs just above the knees and caressed her way upward in erotic foreplay to sex as she made love to the contours of her beautiful thighs. The higher her hands moved the more the dress opened until I could finally see the beautiful sheer black thong panties that were pulled waist high. 

She turned to the side as she teased me with limited vision of her body in profile, and brought her fingers all the way to her waist where she teased and pulled her tong panties upward to stimulate her aroused clit. Chris and I were only able to see the evidence of the stimulation written on her face, and then she started to push the sexy sheer panties down, off her hidden hips and on down. We could both seen the material as it loosened and bunched on her thighs and we watched together as she pushed them on down her legs.

The crotch remained embedded between the fat juicy lips of her pussy where she had pulled it in so tightly and we both strained to se it pop free as the stretching force from her pushing them down made it release. The loose panties fell in a puddle around her feet and we knew her pussy was deliciously naked underneath her dress. She turned back to face me again and came close, inviting me to undo the remaining buttons. I quickly unfastened the last two buttons with trembling fingers, and as I started to move the two sides apart she danced out of my range.

Completely under her control Jenny swayed before me and slowly opened her dress wide so I could se the full height of her body hidden only by her sheer lacy black bra, and thigh high stockings. Jen swayed sensuously in front of me, illustrating her favorite erogenous zones with the delicate hands that caressed her body to arouse us both, then she moved backward and down until she was perched just barely on the edge of the couch between Chris’ legs.

Slowly Jenny extended one leg then the other as she seductively peeled her stockings down, leaving them on her feet as she extended each one to me so I could remove her strapped high heeled sandal, slip off her stocking and replace her sexy heel. When I finished I was so hot I couldn’t wait any longer, I slid my pants down my legs and was soon completely naked showing my throbbing lust. Jenny spread her legs wide and sensuously parted her wet pussy lips so I could see the moist evidence of her arousal. She was shaved almost completely smooth, the only hair I saw down there was a neatly trimmed landing strip of jet black soft curls.

I had not felt the consuming lust to fuck outside our marriage except with Jenny, but still I held back a little. Chris had been squeezing Jen’s tits and pinching her large erect nipples inside her bra, but now Jenny rose up away from him and turned around so she was in front him squatting down and sitting on the backs of her lower legs and between his, and right in front of me. 

Jenny leaned forward and kissed and licked his already rigid shaft while Chris lay back like he was in a heavenly spa. Then she raised her ass into the air staying on her knees and wiggled it seductively back and forth in front of me. Her hunger and need for my cock to take its place deep in her cunt was obvious and she started to moan around Chris cock deep in her sucking mouth to demonstrate he need for me. I moved to my knees and shuttled up behind her, then I took my own prick in my hand and ran it up and down her greasy heated cut to build even more need in us both.

When I couldn’t stand to wait any longer I pushed forward. By then her pussy was so well lubricated and open, I slid my big cock all the way into her. When I hit bottom it seemed I was all the way into her vagina and nudging forcefully against her cervix. She let out a long low rumbling noise around the cock in her mouth indicating her need to be stuffed with a big cock was being met. I started to slide in and out in a slow rhythm that built in intensity. As I started to plow into her more urgently I became loud and told her how wonderful her pussy felt and how much I loved having it in her hot wet sucking pussy.

“God I love your hot tight pussy.” I said. “You’re so tight and sweet you’re milking me to death I screamed. I remembered Cyn in the other room and I wanted her to hear the sounds of my arousal the way I had heard her while she was being pounded by Bucks giant cock. I wanted her to know I could give into pleasure and lust the same way, and for it to hurt her like she did me. I even wanted her to realize that I was capable of lust and pleasure and my life wouldn’t be over if she were gone.

“Oh shit Jen,” your pussy is so sweet and tight Chris might have to fight me for it from now on. I thought it sounded a lot like Buck’s challenge to me. Chris chimed in a note of excitement in his voice and said, “You won’t have to fight me buddy, Jenny can keep us both happy as long as you can shoot sperm.” I was so completely excited I couldn’t control myself any longer and started to moan and growl as my body tensed with a mighty load of sperm. “Shit Jenny, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it love?”

I saw a finger appear quickly pointing to our union as she tried to speak but couldn’t. Then she briefly spit out Chris’ cock and screamed cum inside me. Fill me up with your hot sperm, Oh god I want to keep part of you in me your cock feels so damn good. Cum baby, pump me full.”

I was already so excited that when she started with her passionate words, my body went stiff and I though she was turning me inside out. I blew everything I had inside of me deep into her hungry cunt. She turned around now facing me as she kissed me deeply with the sexual passion of a familiar lover. Where the hell did you learn to use that beautiful cock?” She said. “Cyn’s crazy if she thinks she can ever find one used better than that. You’re welcome here any time lover.” And then she kissed me again using her tongue passionately against mine.

By now Chris was getting impatient with his needs that hadn’t been fully met, and he knelt on the floor behind his wife so he could reach around to fondle her big tits again and let her know he still needed attention. Jenny was also still fully turned on even though I knew she had climaxed as I pumped my load into her belly. She broke off the kiss, gave me another light loving peck on the lips and tenderly pushed me back. So I wouldn’t misunderstand, she said in a sexy urgent voice, “Lay down Craig and come here.” 

I stretched my arm back for support and lay back extending both my legs and scooted between Jen’s and Chris’s spread knees so my crotch with a semi soft cock was directly below her face. I could see both of them making love as she softly stroked my cock like a tender lover and I was surprised to see it twitch and jerk a couple of times as it started to come back to life. When she lowered her head to kiss at my stiffening prick and lick its length I felt the blood surge and harden my eager shaft. 

I could sense when Chris fed his fully hardened rod into Jenny’s soaked pussy and the rhythm he set established the same with Jen’s mouth on my cock. I was definitely on my way to another orgasm but could make it last as long as necessary now to match Chris’s need. We all moved together until Chris paused and withdrew his slippery cum coated penis, he must have been teasing Jenny’s puckered asshole while he plowed into her pussy to make his cock hard and grease it up. Now I could sense the heat in her body as he fed his coated stick into her behind.

Jenny screamed in a muffled voice around my cock as she worked its full length in and out and bobbed her head rapidly up and down. We were all making enough noise to wake the dead as we climbed rapidly to shuddering orgasms. As the intensity of climax started to drain from all of us and we settled into a relaxed mingling of naked flesh that clung together no longer for sexual release but for comfort warmth and solitude I noticed the soft sounds of quiet sobbing. It was the sound of someone crying, not loudly, but painfully.

I looked at those around, and they at me as we wondered and then looked toward the hallway almost at the same time. There lying on the floor of the hall, still alone, naked obviously in some pain was Cyn. In my lust I had forgotten about her except for my wish for her to hear my passion. Apparently she had. Maybe she only heard when we were all screaming, I don’t know, and I don’t know how much she saw or heard. In spite of the anger and hurt that had absorbed me earlier, I now felt sad and guilty at the same time.

I picked up a downy comforter that was kept in the room for chilly nights and moved to the crying shivering form of my wife. I sat down by her and laid the comforter over her carefully tucking it in to make sure she was protected from the cold and wrapped my arm around her to draw her to the warmth of my body. 

When she fully sensed my presence she looked up startled, not knowing at first it was me, and then when she knew it was she broke into deep crying that made her body shake as covered her head with her arms and cried. I sat by her for a moment but wasn’t moved to try to consol her more than by just being close and remaining still. Normally I would be doing all I could to provide consolation and reassurance and as always be forgiving. This time this was all I could offer.

After running a soothing arm over her again I stood and walked back into the front room with Chris and Jenny. Jenny had dressed in the red spandex outfit for Chris and herself and had been walking around to see how it crept up. 

“Did Chris explain the rule that applies to this dress?” I said as I ran the fingers of my hand along the scooped neckline against her naked breasts. I hoped Chris would forgive me, because I simply needed to take Jenny sexually for my pleasure again. She looked at me as I told her what happened when the hem got to the height it was, and she pushed the panties down as she looked at my hard cock bobbing in front of me. She smiled at me as she read my mind, and I knew she would be willing and enthusiastic. I extended my hand and she took it with lust in her eyes, “Where to Craig?”

I led Jenny to the dining room just off the end of the hall where Cyn lay huddled. We were closer to Cyn, but that was not my motivation. I always thought the idea of taking another man’s wife in her domestic setting, on the dining room table or kitchen counter would be one of the more memorable experiences a man could have. I turned Jen to me and backed her against the table as I kissed her in sexual heat. We savored each others tongues and both became more excited.

I indicated for her to lie back onto the table top, and I raised her knees so I could hold her legs up in a more comfortable and accessible position. Holding her there I knelt on one knee and kissed the insides of her spread thighs with sexy nibbling kisses. She started to make sounds of arousal and became more animated the closer I got to her love center. When I started to kiss at her swollen labia, her moaning became loud and urgent. 

I loved giving Cyn head, and from all indications I stood as the champion in that category as far as she was concerned. At times I would make oral love to her without tiring of it for as long as she could stand. I wasn’t inclined to spend that much time right now with Jenny but I wanted to love her well enough that she would be dying to have my head between her legs again, as soon as possible. When I started to kiss and nibble at her clit and drive my curled tongue deep into her wet hole she went wild. Jen can be a very vocal lover, and that drove me wild as I relished her response.

“Oh my god Craig, you’re driving me mad. Shit where in hell did you learn to use that fucking tongue. Please bite me oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God Craig don’t stop baby, make me cum please honey; I love your fucking mouth and tongue. She went on and on and her unrestrained enthusiasm that made me rock hard and ready for another fuck.

I stood and prepared to enter her and Jenny reached out to stroke my straining cock, and help guide it to her waiting pussy. She rubbed it up and down between her slippery lips and I leaned my energized, overworked body into her as I filled the vacancy in her vagina.

She became very vocal again as I pushed all the way in and paused for a moment so she could adjust to the fullness from my swollen cock size. She was anxious to fuck so we started to move in harmony as I pulled out and drove in with long fluid strokes. Again she raved about how much she loved my penis in her and how well she thought I used it. I wonder how much of what she said was intended for Cynthia to scold her for taking me for granted. It doesn’t matter; the words and enthusiasm meant a lot to me and I needed that.

Because of the night filled with draining sex, I had to work hard to bring us to mutual orgasm and I pressed on with the task that was starting to feel like a mixture of work and self abuse. I drove into her with intensity, not from sexual need and arousal, but from the need to end the exhausting night and maybe even a little of the residual anger that remained inside. Jenny didn’t interpret my energy negatively; she loved to be fucked hard and was soon starting to make the sounds of erupting climax. 

Jenny’s powerful orgasm claimed the last few spurts of cum from me as well, and I pulled out completely drained of any energy or emotion. I looked at the spot where Cynthia had been, and she was gone. I had to sleep or die, I didn’t know which and staggered to the couch where we had been earlier. I collapsed on the soft sofa and was asleep so fast I don’t even remember settling in. It was ten o’clock in the morning before I moved. As I pried my painful eyes open the sting I felt from the bright sunlight made me close them again. When I blinked to consciousness I tried to deal with the questions of where I was and what had happened.

As realization started to clear, I closed my eyes as I tried to think of how to handle the pain and bitterness both of us had felt over the night before. I struggled to get up and join the living. It was a work day, and obviously I was not where I should have been, so far as I knew neither was Chris.

I stumbled past the guest bedroom, Cyn was not in there and found the bath so I could relieve my self, then I headed back down the hall to see if I could find the world. No one was in the living room, where I had slept, as I looked to my left and saw Cynthia sitting on a dining room chair sideways to me looking at the scene of her my adulterous lust with her friend early this morning. I stepped into the room and quietly pulled another chair out form the table and sat down facing her profile.

We sat for a minuet that seemed like an hour before I finally reached out and took her hand in my own. “Are you ok?” I asked. She turned to me and I could see the evidence of torture and pain in her red swollen eyes.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ok.” She said as a fresh batch of morning tears fell from her eyes. “I don’t know what to do now. I don’t think I’ll ever feel good again and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to live or be normal.”

Some of what she said seemed like rambling and didn’t make sense. I imagined she was hurt and jealous when she saw me fucking Jenny again. The connection Jenny and I had made the night before transcended simple lust in spite of my exhaustion and emotion, there was caring, affection and yes, even the appearance of making love. I thought that was the thing that was tearing Cynthia apart.

“I know I must have hurt you last night,” I said, “but I couldn’t help it, things were just…well things were crazy…I’m sorry.” And this time it was me who hung his head and shoulders in pain. 

“I can’t blame you Craig. I’m the one who drove you away, and I know I’ll never be able to make it better now.” Cynthia said in words still thick with emotion. “Craig, I know I hurt you more than I ever thought I could, I know you’ll never be able to love me again, and when I watched you and Jenny together I know you can have anyone you want and anyone will treat you better than I have, I just wonder if you will ever be able to not hate me again. I’m so sorry.” Then she stood quickly, kissed me on the cheek and almost ran out of the front door.

I couldn’t believe she wasn’t full of bitterness and pain over me with Jenny, and I sat there stunned for a moment unable to do anything. Then it occurred to me that she was rushing somewhere, maybe just away from me and I wasn’t ready for that to happen. I hurried to the walkway in front of the house I looked right and left anxiously and couldn’t see her anywhere. I hoped I hadn’t sat too long in the house and decided to search in the direction of the closest corner.

When I turned the corner I saw her kneeling on the grass at the side of the walk. As I ran to her, I could tell she had stopped because she was overcome with emotion and without energy or inclination of what to do. I knelt by her side and took her in my arms as I said, “I don’t hate you Cyn, I thought you knew I never could. We’re both capable of being hurt and I think both of us did more than enough last night to hurt each other. I still love you Cynthia, I’m concerned for you, I always will be no matter what.”




Cyn-ing Together Ch. 02



She turned to me with deep emotion and concern. She wasn’t crying, just very serious. “I know Craig, I love you to, but I think somehow we’re not right for each other right now. I think you, and the kids would be better off and safer without me around, and I know you’ll agree.”

We stayed together like that for a few minuets, doing nothing other than holding each other and being held. Thinking and searching for an answer that would make sense. Finally we stood and walked back to Chris and Jenny’s house. I took her hand and it was cold and stiff, but she gripped me tightly like she was afraid to let go. 

We found the Allen’s working to straighten things up and fix something to eat. They looked at us anxiously but said nothing as we walked in and then Jenny suggested we take showers to freshen up, and offered us the master bath which was larger and more comfortable. Cynthia and I thanked them and walked off together hand in hand. 

Cyn was ready to get into the shower first, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she undressed so she could step into the spacious glass enclosure. She was still the most beautiful and exciting woman I knew and I found myself wondering if we would ever share the bonds of love and confidence we had taken for granted before this hedonistic adventure began several months ago. I wondered how I measured up in her mind after had experienced with men that I thought were better equipped to make a woman desire sex than I was. I thought both the size of their male organs and the capability of their dominant natures seemed to make women universally fall at their feet, and anxiety rose in me as I wondered how I compared.

When she passed me nude on the way to the shower she paused to give me a reassuring kiss and seemed to read my mind as she said with unmistakable sincerity, “You do realize Craig, that no man has ever made me feel more excited, more beautiful and loved,” and with emphasis she added, “and more sexually satisfied than you. Don’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer but gave me another kiss to punctuate her declaration. I noticed some of the red marks and emerging bruises that were evidence of her unrestrained lust that ended mere hours ago and suspected the largest were from Buck during their wild and noisy private sex.

As I thought about the sexual sights that must have accompanied her orgasmic screams behind closed doors, my penis stiffened a little with voyeuristic memory jealousy, and realized that the intense jealousy I had felt was a contributor to the arousal I had felt.

I knew I would be at just as big a loss if I ever tried to find someone else who would supply the sensuality and excitement Cyn did for me. All I had to do was work more on my dominant mastery.

When we had both showered dried and re-dressed we felt fresh in spite of the fact we didn’t have clean clothes to put on. We were cautiously happy with each other and life and everything that lay ahead, but there were still countless uncertainties. Neither of us felt sure it was wise for us to stay together, but when we recognized there were responsibilities we both shared in the lives of the children we loved and had forgotten about in all of this, we felt for their sakes we should do everything we could to bring the entire family back on course, at least until we had endured the troubling teen years that lie ahead and our kids were out and on their own.

In the light of objective reason, it was hard for us both to believe how reckless we had become in our selfish pursuits. Yes I know we were both selfish. I should have exercised my responsibility as head of the house to bring both of us back to a monogamous course when we first reconciled. I thought I knew and understood Cynthia’s nature, and that I was being selfless in making sure I didn’t force a suppression of her inner desire.

In reality, I was using that to justify indulgence of my own voyeuristic nature. Cyn would have been content to remain with me alone, even though she may have felt and had to work through the temptation to eat forbidden fruit. I continued to push her into her weakness to satisfy my own interests. I wasn’t nearly as good at practicing the three levels of love I taught about as I was at talking about it. Maybe with a little more effort I could learn.

The complications and memories we would have to deal with now were even greater than they would have been before, but we were both happy to accept our responsibility to the best parents we could be for now and the ten years that lay ahead. Maybe at the end of that we would have the kind of love between us that we could grow old with. For now, it was just good to talk to each other and hold hands. It’s amazing how exciting the old things that first brought us together were again. 

The end, which is really a new beginning.