8 comments/ 77889 views/ 2 favorites Discovering Sin By: Discovering Sin It started out before we ever met when she was a senior in high school in Helena, Montana. She told about how her boyfriend had unlocked or created an obsession in her towards exhibitionism and had exploited it with her willing participation in daring risky public situations where he undressed her and exposed her to others. The eroticism of her exhibition was enhanced by adding masturbation and finger fucking to their repertoire. She quickly became addicted and went further and further into obsession without resistance. There was almost a return to normal behavior and control when she went away to college and eventually met me. Torn between trying to be good and dying to be nasty she would plunge back into the addiction for several days at a time when ever she went back to Helena to visit. When we got serious we made arrangements for me to join her and her family at their home over the New-years-eve celebration before announcing our formal engagement. Much of what I was reading was somewhat familiar because Cynthia tried to confess in bits and pieces her sexual involvement and heavy petting so she could live with herself before we got married. I had no idea how deep into sex and perverted the behavior was until now however. Before and during my visit in Helena, things finally came to a head and her old boyfriend Eddy took her virginity. This additional thrill sort of broke open the dam for her and she let him fuck her wildly again the day I arrived outside in front of the house in her parent's driveway. Just before we left to return to college we attended the new years celebration and she let it all loose and was literally gangbanged by at least three overheated studs in a secluded area just off the dance floor during the party we attended, while I was blissfully unaware of what was happening on the other side of the floor being distracted by her counterfeit friends. It's probably needless to say that I was shocked by these revelations, but it may surprise you that as I got to know this other side of Cyn, as they called her for short, I found an exaggeration of the uninhibited sexual being I always hoped she could be. In my way of thinking, by far the most exiting thing a woman can ever do to arouse a man, is simply to desire sex as openly and even wantonly as possible. The least sexy thing in the world is having sex with someone who is not interested in it. The more interested a person is, the more desperately in need of sex a person acts, the greater the arousal will be and the more satisfying and thrilling it will be for everyone involved. This unbridled passion that made her throw every caution to the wind was the very passionate expression I had always hoped she could feel and show. The more I read the more I fell lustfully in love all over again. Hell, who knows, maybe I just have a sick mind. Beside all this, I had to seriously consider something else. Did I consider myself to be a perfect husband, absolutely not. Not just because it is impudent and conceited to make over-generous assessments about self, but because I had my own serious skeletons in the closet. About twelve years ago I worked in a management capacity for production that gave me oversight responsibilities for off shore production facilities in South East Asia. In that role I traveled extensively, particularly in Thailand. As I would walk the streets of Bangkok in the evenings for exercise and curiosity, I was frequently approached by street hustlers who wanted to help me find companionship to ease the lonely nights away from home or entertainment to satisfy my sexual curiosities. At first it was easy to send them on their way and continue on mine, but as time stretched out my curiosity gained influence and my resistance lost. The long and short of it, I lost my head and fell off the fidelity wagon myself. I was wracked with guilt but didn't have the courage to fess-up. My justification for silence was that Cynthia didn't deserve the pain in her life that would be required to ease my conscience. I was able to convince myself that I made the right choice when I considered how hard I worked to be a better and more caring husband to make up for my failings. For twelve years I lived with a guilty conscience and became caught up in the mission to deny my own emotional and sexual needs that had led me astray, and concentrate exclusively in becoming a husband who was almost over-dedicated and selfless in trying to do everything possible to make sure Cynthia and the children were 100% happy and fulfilled. Ironically, that commitment inadvertently made me reluctant to press Cynthia into the more wild adventures we both inwardly craved. If I had realized then how important it is for each individual to legitimately communicate their inner needs to the people around them who should be trying on their own to learn what they are, I might not have been afraid to show Cynthia what exited me. The hardest thing we do in life involves learning how to let others play an important role in our happiness. When we take the lofty path of independence and self denial, we often shut the door to our own legitimate satisfaction. When I was probably younger than Cyn as an adolescent, I was first introduced to sexual orgasm in a way somewhat similar to the experience Cyn had in her bedroom when she was discovered by her brother; I was discovered by my older sister. I had fought exhibitionistic impulse all my life and had finally settled into a sort of comfort zone wherein my fantasies revolved around women who liked to show off. I thought that was a much more exiting than men in raincoats. So, do I have my own bag of guilt's, personal needs and erotic hot buttons? Sure I do. To feed my fantasies I've watched too many porno flicks, read too many erotic stories, been to too many strip clubs and in general spent a good part of a lifetime dreaming that I could simply know and communicate with a woman as liberated and sexually free as the one I was reading about on my computer. If this makes me sound wimpy, or like any other pervert, I don't really give a shit. I had taken all day to read everything Cynthia had entered in the computer and to write these observations as well. When the kids came home from school, we spent some quality time together until about 5:30 when my cell phone rang. It was Cyn and her voice seemed a little breathless and uneasy as she told me she would be late coming home. I thought I could hear an audible note of arousal as though something powerful like sex was competing for her attention. She broke off the call abruptly claiming she had spilt some ink but I could hear the unmistakable sound of building arousal that comes just before orgasm before the phone went dead. My cock was rock solid as my mind conjured images of sexual abandon in the car in front of others who were watching. The evening was horrible and exquisite as my mind raced to play the images she described in her text of being made to stand in front of her boss's office window naked while she fucked a large rubber cock and her boss fucked her ass with a big bottle of lotion. I thought of her as she stripped naked for the entire office staff while she danced around the marble topped table. Throughout the evening when I was alone I reverted back to masturbation several times as the images swam through my tortured mind. I wondered what orgy of lust she could be involved in that night. It was extremely difficult for me to communicate and interact with the three kids as they came and went throughout the evening. Fortunately teens are wrapped up in their own worlds and Wendy and Troy were out most of the time managing their busy social agendas. They didn't return until after Cynthia finally did. Ali and I watched a little TV together and I was so exhausted by the mental activity that constantly exercised my mind, I decided I would go to bed and pretend to be asleep if Cynthia didn't get in before 10:00 pm. I was in bed, but certainly not resting when the car pulled up. I jumped up to see if anything interesting happened when she got out. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary except that she just stood there for an agonizing period as she watched the car drive down the street and finally disappear from view. Instead of coming into the house, she walked on past looking at the bedroom window as she moved. It was eerie looking at her looking unknowingly at me. She finally disappeared from view and I wondered why it took nearly forty five minuets before she finally returned. I was back in bed and fully into my pretended sleep as I listened to her. She came to the bedroom door and carefully pushed it open. I could almost feel the penetration of her gaze as she appeared to study my resting form; I thought I could almost hear her crying softly as she stood there. Eventually she retrieved something from the shelves in the closet and then she left. I soon heard running water in the guest bath and after another minuet I slipped from the bedroom into the hall. I heard Troy and Wendy come into the house together and they went off in the direction of their own rooms. The recessed shower area in the bath Cynthia entered was slightly out of sight from the doorway, so I carefully opened the door a little. I could see her clothes close by on the floor, and picked up her black panties to examine them. All of my suspicions were confirmed as I studied the wet sticky mess that covered her crotch. There was no cum like creaminess you see in fresh new sperm, but there was the wet slipperiness and pungent odor that lingers long after the lust, and there was a lot of it. Much more than you would have expected with even two or three ejaculations. The smell itself was evidence and I couldn't resist running my finger along the slickness as my imagination ran wild. Even her dress was damp and carried the same characteristic odor of semen. There was also the noticeable odor of cigarette smoke and mild liquor that reminded me of a strip bar. I placed the clothing back where it was and went back into the bedroom. After I heard her leave the bath, she turned on the washing machine but still didn't return. I lay there and wrestled in my mind to find the appropriate words and dialogue I would need to finally approach her. After more than an hour I decided to go find her, maybe it would come to a head then. The light was on in the den and I looked inside and saw that she was busy at the computer. Even from behind she looked filled with emotion as she would pause occasionally and drop her head into her hands or wipe at her eyes, often her body would softly shake as though she were crying. It appeared she was adding her description of the day's events into her story and I decided to wait until morning so I could read it first. I went back to the bedroom and climbed under the covers once again and fell asleep soon after that. Cynthia crawled into bed after two am. As she snuggled up affectionately against my back she held me tentatively at first and then harder and I sensed trembling in her body as she softly cried. Eventually we both slumbered in a united rhythm until woken by the annoying sound of the alarm. As I rolled over to look at her, her eyes were wide, she had obviously woken before the ringing and said good morning sleepyhead. I smiled at her and said. "You sure got in late last night." "I'm sorry." she said, "I really missed seeing you last night." "Missed me, how so?" I said. "You were the one out having fun, weren't you?" She looked a little nervous at that and deflected me quickly by saying. "How could you imagine work being fun?" "Honey, I can't imagine anywhere you are as not being fun." I said letting her off the hook a little. She looked relieved when she said. "Oh you do know how to flatter a girl don't you, love" That brief use of the affectionate salutation gave me a glimmer of hope that maybe at least she hadn't fallen in love with someone else. I held her close and kissed her, but somehow I didn't think sex was my best move right now, that somehow I would be better off if I held back. Cynthia seemed to want the intimate confirmation that I loved and desired her sexually which I do, but I didn't choose to tell her that. She seemed a little nervous as I watched her dress. I wanted to memorize every detail as she pulled a pair of beautiful soft blue sheer bikini panties up her legs. She was buying on her own the things I used to buy for her and hoped she would wear. She slipped into sheer panty hose as well and I thought to myself again that they were not terribly exiting. She put on a matching blue lace bra and silky shirt that you could easily see the bra through. Over all this she selected a nice fitting professionally looking black pantsuit and slipped into four inch high heels with ankle straps that went well with her blouse. "Hell you look good girl." I said. "If your ride wasn't here I'd take you back to bed." The horn had sounded and we kissed again before she bounced down the stairs to leave. I turned off the lights in the room so it was dark and went to the window and opened the two inch slat blinds. I stood daringly in front of the window confident it would be difficult for anyone to see me from outside, but hoping they could. This time the car was parked right in front of the window and once again Cyn was summoned to the other side. When the door opened, the area around her was bathed in light from the car's interior. Once again before she was allowed to get in the car, someone stopped her and was giving her instructions. This time however a body didn't move between us to block my view. I saw her shake her head weakly protesting and then she stood back just a little and reached for the clasp at her waist that held her pants closed. She released it and lowered the zipper. Her hips wiggled a little from side to side as she started to push the slacks from her hips; she delayed only long enough to make sure she collected her panties and hose so she could push them down as well. Her pants pantyhose and panties were at her feet on the ground and she bent over to get them all the way off and then passed the clothing to whoever was in the back seat. She stepped back into her heels again which brought more of her body into view above the roof line of the car. A hand moved toward her and she spread he legs as her backseat lover started to stroke her pussy. Her head went back and she shook her short hair as she stretched and arched her back. Then she took hold of her jacket lapels and pulled if off and threw it carelessly into the back. One by one she worked on the buttons of her sheer blouse until she pulled it wide and off as well. My God she was going to strip naked in the street outside our window. She looked long and hard at the window of our room and I could almost swear we were knowingly looking directly into each other's eyes. Staring at me she reached behind her back and un-hooked her bra. When it was free she slipped if off and it went into the back as well. Now both hands from the secret lover were added to her own exploring her naked body as she was brought her to a shuddering climax while she stood there looking at me. She appeared in such wanton need for a hard cock that the passenger moved out of the way and sat in the middle. He was naked at least from the waist down because I could see his large rigid cock sticking up hard and erect. Cyn climbed into the car and straddled the man's lap. She reached down to take his cock and start it correctly then threw her heard back again wildly as she lowered her self all the way onto his stiff shaft in one continual motion. She looked in my direction again as she started to ride the cock with increasing urgency until first hers then his body went rigid and he pumped her cunt full of his sperm. The door had been closed, but the dome light had been switched on and I could clearly see her as they drove away and she continued looking back at me. My cock was softening now as well; I had come inside my pants when she did. I changed my clothes and got ready for work shaking and weak. I must have looked like a zombie or at least a sleep walker as I left the bedroom. I had already made up my mind to copy the information Cyn had entered last night on a floppy so I could read it on my computer at work. Knowing where her files were located I quickly added copies the new text to a 3 ½" floppy, and left in a trance-like state to go to work. I don't even remember saying goodbye to the kids. At work I wasn't worth shit as I spent much of the time sequestered at my computer. I was deeply aroused as I read about her promiscuous sex throughout the day from her fucking on the way to work to the incidents with the black bouncer at the Landing Strip. At about 10:30 I finally told my assistant I wasn't going to be able to stay. I don't think anyone even questioned me. I didn't know what I was going to do; I ended up driving to Gresham hoping maybe somehow that Cynthia might be free for lunch so we could spend some time together; maybe the opportunity to talk about this would come up. At Apex, where Cynthia worked in the collections department they had a drive up window to be able to offer those who were making payments the convenience of drive-up service. Over the weekend she said she was going to be spending quite a bit of her time this week at the window, so I decided to drive through it to see if I could catch her without distraction. My vehicle sits pretty high so I had a decent view of the area as I pulled up. She had been out of her seat probably filing something when I pulled up and rang the bell. As she moved to the window to answer the call I'm sure I saw her naked legs beneath the blazer jacket she had dressed in this morning. All things considered, since she was totally naked this morning before the pool car started down the street, what she had put on this morning for me to see her in seemed somewhat irrelevant. She was totally surprised to see me and very nervous at the same time. "Craig!" she said with a voice that broke nervously. "What are you doing here? Why didn't you call and let me know you were coming?" "I had some business in the area and thought we might be able to get some lunch." I said reasonably. "Are you available?" "We're supposed to be going to lunch to celebrate Cindy's birthday." She said appearing unrehearsed. "I suppose I could be excused or better yet you could come along." I think she was trying to convince me everything was perfectly normal. I sensed this may be an awkward moment and decided to back off. "No that's OK, like I said I was just in the area anyway, it's no big deal, it would probably make me too late anyway, but I think I should at least get a kiss for being here, can you come out?" Now she almost looked in panic as she fought through nerves to think. "Give me a minuet to find someone to cover the window." She said. I'll meet you in the guest parking area." I pulled away in the direction she gestured as I saw her desperately trying to get the attention of one of the other girls. A few minuets later she came through the doors wearing pretty much what she had left the house in except her high heels were at least five inches high now and instead of wearing her blouse she had on a red spandex type top with a low neck line. It held her breasts together and created a much more noticeable cleavage. You could see the exposed portion of the top of her breasts almost to the nipple. Definitely more exposure than I'd ever seen with her conservative clothes, particularly outside the house. She was anxiously tugging it up to hide more of her tits as she came through the door. She was red and flushed when she approached me and tried to prevent questions by moving quickly into a warm tongue tasting kiss. I took hold of her upper arms and moved back to give her an appreciative look. "Wow, that's not the top you left the house in this morning. What gives, did you go shopping for a hard on for me?" Discovering Sin She seemed surprised by my flirtatious comment. "Well not really, someone's food blew up on me and wrecked my blouse. I borrowed this." She said rather convincingly. "What about your pretty blue bra?" I said. "Did it get blown up on to?" "No it's all right you just can't keep it covered up with this top." "You've given me a raging hard on." I said. "Feel it." As she stroked my cock with her hand, I pulled the top easily down under her breasts so they were in plain view. "Craig!" She squealed trying to cover up. "Do you want to get me arrested or fired?" I wouldn't let her pull her top up and instead reached down to take a rigid nipple between my teeth. I sucked as much of her full tit into my mouth as I could, before she finally succeeded in pulling away. "What's gotten into you Craig?" She said. "I can't help it, you make me want to strip you naked right here and fuck the shit out of you so everyone can see. You're just too hot." I said "Thanks for the compliment." She said. "But you better watch out you never know who might be watching." "There's more truth in that than you'll ever know." I said with an evil grin. "I'd better let you go, if you've been running around like that all morning the hard-ons inside are getting worried that I've taken you away." I kissed her again even more passionately this time and left her wondering just who I was and maybe what I knew. I drove around the building to the employees' parking lot and decided to wait until she came out with the others to see what happened. About twenty minuets later a group that included Cynthia came out and headed for the car I thought she had been in that morning. I had found it earlier made sure I had a good view. The first thing I noticed was that the slacks were gone and her bare naked legs gleamed white as she walked. When they first entered the lot, I could tell the red spandex was actually one of those slinky short dresses hookers and exotic dancers often wear. It covered about half of her sexy thigh. As she walked however it continually rose so that by the time they reached the car you could only see her naked thighs beneath the hem of the jacket. Someone took note of the apparent skirt length and they all stopped. Cyn brought the back of her hand to her brow as if to say oh no or you've got to be kidding, but apparently the others would have none of it. She undid the button on the jacket and pulled it wide. The skirt had ridden all the way to her waist and bare skin could be seen above the waist of her sheer panties that were now red, and thong style instead of blue bikinis. She shrugged her shoulders as if giving in and pushed the panties down and off her beautiful legs. Then she re-buttoned the jacked and they proceeded to the car. Two guys climbed into the back seat with her between them. And they weren't even out of the lot before the jacket was off and the red dress was pulled over her head. My god, she was naked and getting ready to fuck again. As I followed them one of the guys seemed to react as a winner and she bent her over the front seat while he apparently fucked her from behind. After they were through, she resumed her seat in the middle and started to dress again. Shortly after she was apparently dressed again the car pulled into the parking lot of the Landing Strip. I was familiar with the place; the beautiful wife of one of my associates danced there in the evenings and made quite a bit of money. Her husband Chris told me that fucking customers and workers in the club was not uncommon for her and that their sex life was much hotter since she had started. I had been to the club quite often with Chris to entertain business customers with 'special needs'. They appreciated the treatment and the company paid for everything but lap dances if someone got too turned on. There was a big black man who worked as a bouncer by the name of Leon Miller. He was actually a great guy and we had become fairly good friends. Leon knew I didn't drink alcohol and when I would get bored with the commercial artificiality of some of the dancers we would talk. The one dancer none of us ever got bored with was Chris's wife Jenny. She used a different stage name as was customary in that industry and sometimes even changed that so it made it a lot more exiting knowing her personally and her real name. I wondered if Leon was the big black man that had fucked her last night, and strangely it didn't really make me jealous to think so. I waited for about ten minuets after her group had gone inside before I entered. When Leon saw me he told the guy taking the cover charges that I was his guest. I thanked him and told I thought I'd stay a little out of the way that afternoon I him I wanted to watch the patrons as well as the dancers. "That's cool." He said, "You can hang out over here with me. Things may get exiting in a while." He said. "See that knockout over there in the dark blue jacket and red dress?" "Yea," I said. "She's something." "I banged her in the private booths last night." He said. "Her cunt felt better than anything I been in for a long, long time. I could put my meat in her every day and die happy." "She's that good?" I asked. 'Fuckin A she's that good." He said. "That lady was born to fuck, she let's go like I never seen anyone, really likes it. I'm dying to see her on the stage some time. I think she would get me so hot I'd fuck her right there." "Yea and you'd get the place shut down?" I said. "It would be worth it wouldn't it?" He said smiling broadly at me. "Anyway, nobody around here would give me trouble if I did. I've nailed Chris's wife on the stage." Leon thought of me more in terms f being Chris's friend than Jenny's. The though of seeing Cyn stripping in front of these horny men was enough to make this teetotaler drunk. The idea of watching Leon fuck my wife anywhere made my cock rock hard." Why don't you get her on stage and see?" I said. "I'll put up a hundred dollars to pay her; just don't point me out to her." "You sure." He asked with an evil grin and a throbbing bulge in his crotch. I nodded and then handed him a hundred dollar bill. He went over to Cynthia and started to talk to her while I stayed back and watched. She started to look quickly around to see who it was that was showing such interest and I just smiled to myself. The others in her group were all for the dance and it took surprisingly little effort to get her to her feet. It was fairly crowded because of the lunch hour and as others sensed what was happening they all joined in to encourage her. She blushed and acted demure as she climbed up the stairs to the stage and the DJ started music with a throbbing beat. He asked her name and one of her group hollered back she's pure Sin. Everybody cheered and she started to dance and sway naturally to the music. Cyn was aroused and in heat, so she danced the way she felt. She was so anxious to get nasty, as soon as her skirt was above her waist the first time she opened her jacket to wild cheers and peeled her panties down her long smooth legs and kicked them into her group. She laid back on the stage and spread her thighs wide and pulled her pussy lips apart. Three finger of her right hand played with her sex as she opened it to the crazy crowd before she pushed them deeply into her soggy cunt and started to pump them as she masturbated in front of us all. The semen that had been deposited during the day was mixed with her own and the combined fluids flowed freely out of her gaping hole and ran down the crack of her ass and onto the stage. The crowd was in shock and fully aroused. She got onto her hands and knees walked backward until her messy crotch was within an inch of a wild man's face. Everyone cheered him on and he grabber her hips and drove his tongue deep inside to feast on her fluids. Here she was on a stage in a room full of horny men having already come on her own fingers and now she was building to a second orgasm as a stranger fucker her with his tongue from behind and the only article of clothing she had removed since she walked in was the sheer red panties. Somehow to me the most exiting thing in the world is a woman, a normal everyday woman, who has such raw sexuality hidden beneath her public exterior that she can become fully consuming by sexual hunger under the right stimulation. When a stripper steps onto a stage in a skimpy outfit that would never be worn in real life outside the club, she has already pre-stripped in private and lost part of the opportunity to tease the imagination of half of the eager crowd. The more normal she looks at the beginning of her dance, the further she travels through the watchers imagination to full nudity. I think the first thing she removes or exposes seems to indicate where she physically feels most aroused. If her panties go early her pussy is dripping, if her tits are the first on display I expect to see nipples that are hard and erect. Impatience and anxiousness seem to be natural indications of arousal. To me, Cyn looked completely and totally aroused and what she was doing was specific to her desire for sex. While her cunt was being enthusiastically devoured she pulled her jacket off and then pulled her red dress down so she could expose her turned on nipples to her eager hands and fingers. She was obviously giving herself great pleasure as she erupted into another visible flesh quivering climax from the fucking tongue and crowd worship. As soon as she regained strength she stood again and moved sexily to the music with the top of her dress accentuating her perfect natural breasts and the height of her hem high on her waist displayed her rich black bush and the thick dripping lips of her wet pussy. Anxious to be naked she pulled her arms from the dress and pushed it all the way to the stage, and kicked as far away as possible into the anxious whooping crowd. She danced as she made sensual love to her naked body for the benefit of those watching; occasionally pausing to give specific one on one attention to someone she made an erotic connection with. There was not the commercial cause and effect rhythm that's created by the deposit of a dollar tip on the stage followed by the obligatory person to person thank you from the dancer. Her interaction was spontaneous, natural and only choreographed by lust. No one seemed to mind as money flew to her from every direction. Her arousal was noticeably growing again, there was no mistake she wanted a cock, a big cock, any cock as long as the man on the giving end was as uncontrollably turned on as she was. It was normal and natural in the context but totally mind blowing and over the top as well when Leon stepped onto the stage completely naked. They looked at each other in total lust as Cyn moved into his arms. The top of her head came to below his shoulders even with her five inch red high heels but they still seemed to fit perfectly together in sex. As they kissed erotically with passion she curled a leg around his muscled thigh. The contrast between his dark and her perfectly white skin alone made me pull my hard boner from my pants. I guessed I may have been the last one in the club to release his cock. Leon's monster cock bursting with hardness and it seemed as if it had a mind of its own as it stabbed at the moistness between Cyn's dripping lips. She reached down to caress and fondle it. He picked her up without effort to get her pussy to the right height for penetration and she aimed his cock to the center of her lust. His large penis was already wet with her flowing juices before he settled her onto his iron staff, and he was able to reach full penetration with one continual movement as he lowered her to sheath his entire length. He started to raise her up and then lower her onto his shaft with increasing tempo and she looked like she was having a full climax every time she bottomed out. It was amazing to watch the full length of his slick cock drive into her over and over again. She screamed and clawed his flesh with her sharp nails until his back stiffened when he sent his first large load of cum deep into her sucking cunt. Cyn clung to Leon as the intensity of orgasm passed for both of them, then Leon lifted her off his still hard pole and lowered her to stand in front of him again where they continued to hold desperately onto one another. Then they moved slightly apart and he took her hand and led her naked between the tables of spent males to the private area in the back. Her eyes were still glazed in lust as she passed me and in spite of the fact that my face must have been at least slightly illuminated from the stage lights she didn't seem to see me at all. In the comfortable 'private area he laid her on a large padded platform that looked like it was designed for show sex, and turned her over and around so she was on her hands and knees with him behind her; he was going to fuck her again 'doggy style' this time. He took hold of her hips and inserted his mighty cock into her wet hole, pulling her to him as he shoved himself all the way home. Again he built tempo with full length strokes that once again seemed to bring a chain of climaxes every time he drove home. In spite of his recent ejaculation, he was so aroused another deposit of his sperm was literally sucked from him and left deep inside Cynthia's womb. Finally Leon lay on his back still unbelievably erect and Cyn straddled his inviting organ and lowered herself onto his rigid pole once again taking his whole length easily inside her. I'm sure it was only because of the extraordinary level of arousal that still possessed them both. This time she rode him like a wild person this time for ever it seemed. All of the climaxes for both of them had taken the edge of to the extent they both relished the endless fucking rhythm as almost a form of rest and rejuvenation. After Leon had proven beyond a doubt his physical conditioning and incredible stamina, he began to intensify his urgency. Cyn was being whipped to a frenzy through her own intense energy and the hands from aroused onlookers that roamed her naked flesh. In almost no time at all form the moment Leon's fucking intensified, he spewed one last thick load of sperm into my wife's insatiable pussy. I had cum at least twice spurting hot jets of semen carelessly onto whatever was there in front of me. And finally we were all finished. No one pretend that anything else would top what we all had witnessed. As Cynthia started into the main area of the club so she could collect her clothes to dress, everyone who had observed clapped appreciatively; then she dressed and returned to her exited friends. Leon gathered up his clothes and walked back toward me still naked and spent. He looked at me with a giant smile and said thanks for the seed money man. Everything here is on the house for you as long as I'm around. He turned back to look at Cynthia now dressed as he pulled on his clothes. "Shit man, I kid you not, that is one fine lady. I could settle down with her and be happy for the rest of my fucking life." "Better hold off on that until we find out if we're going to end up divorced or not." I said as I patted him on his muscled arm and walked out the door. When I looked back, I saw him still standing there in shock. I went back to my car and waited a few more minuets before Cynthia and her friends finally came through the door. They were animated in conversation as they walked to the car and the guys with her, who were content not to do anything more inside now indicated that they still needed sexual relief as they rubbed their hard penises through their pants. Cyn looked almost in tears at the prospect of being required to give more sexually. I'm sure she was exhausted from the sex show she had just given. She seemed to be pleading for mercy and understanding as the men started undressing her in the parking lot. They quickly stripped her completely naked except for her shoes and they had her lean against the car like someone being frisked with her feet spread widly apart. One of her companions then did a cavity search of her pussy and ass as he masturbated her sex, while another mauled her hanging breasts, all in view of observant cars passing on the busy street. After they made her cum it was time to get out of the open and they climbed into car with naked Cyn kneeling on the back seat looking out the rear window while another guy was preparing to fill her pussy or ass with his needy prick. They pulled out onto the road and I was directly behind them. Cyn was so possessed by all that was happening she might not have known me if I was sitting beside her in the car. They were probably on their way back to work but in no hurry, and I decided it was time to shake things up. I picked up my cell phone and dialed her number, hoping she had not left it back at work. There was a scramble in the back seat to find the source of the intruding sound and finally someone passed the cell phone to Cynthia. She could see my name and number on the screen and appeared to fight to gain control of her thoughts, before she answered. "Craig, what's the matter? Unggh er, is everything all right?" I could actually hear the guy's balls slapping against her naked ass as I listened to her staccato breathing. "Nothing's wrong." I said, and then paused to listen to the sounds of sex. "I just wanted to know if the party was fun and you were still having a good time." "Sure...it...was." She said. "I...ate...too...much." "I'll bet you did," I said. "I saw you guys go into the Landing Strip, that's where Chris's wife Jenny works. I understand it gets pretty wild in there." "Well...er, ah, shit...you ah...saw us go...in there. I'm sorry." She said, and I could sense fear and conflicting emotion quickly growing. "Did you, ah...did you...come in?" "What if I had, would it have been interesting?" I thought she was wondering, but didn't really know what to think. "Ummph." I heard as I sensed the cock being pushed hard into her. "Craig," she said in measured tone, "what do you know, er what...do you think...you know?" "Well I think I know a lot, but I know for sure that you took off all your clothes next to the car this morning, then you climbed in and sat down on a big cock and fucked it to climax before you guys left the for work. I know you've been running around without the pants you put on this morning for most of the day, and for some reason you keep taking your panties off. I've seen you naked more today than I ever remember before and you really looked like you enjoyed fucking Leon the black club bouncer. Right now it's obvious you're kneeling on the seat of the car while another guy's fucking your ass off; Cyn," I said. "I'm right behind you." "Oh god no!" She screamed as I watched her hand shoot to her mouth where she bit on her knuckles in anguish. "Oh Craig, "she said openly crying now. "Oh god Craig I'm sorry, I can't tell what's happened, oh god, I need to die." She said violently sobbing while the faceless figure continued to plow without feeling into her ass. "Cyn, I said, I know a lot and fear even more. We will talk and when we do, you'll tell me everything without lies. I guarantee I know enough to be able to tell if you hide anything, so if you even think you're going to lie, don't even come home. I was ready to tell Cyn I still loved her, but I was sure she wasn't ready yet to hear and value that declaration, then I hit end and turned off my phone. I made a u-turn on the busy road and headed back toward Forest Grove and home. When the kids got home I told them Cynthia had to go out of town to a meeting that came up and the four of us we were going to Eugene to visit Uncle Ted for a day or so. I had called Ted on the way home and set things up. It so happened that there was a school break Thursday and Friday so it would be easier to cover our absence.