16 comments/ 80824 views/ 14 favorites My Wife Sin-dy By: maxgrayson Cyndy and I have been married for 18 years. She is a sexually confident woman who has always attracted attention from men. She dated around alot through high school and college, but she has always denied ever having intercourse with anyone but me. Don't misunderstand me. She confessed long ago to a lot of petting with a high school boyfriend. He was in college, three years older than her. His penis was the first she ever touched, the first she ever examined, the first to ejaculate in her hand. Their make-out sessions became very intense and he became the first to explore Cyn's body but she claims she always managed to hold him off by dry-hunching him to a climax with their underwear or jeans on, and by masturbating him to ejaculation. In college in New Orleans, she admits to close calls, even staying out her freshman year all night after a party with a fraternity brother of mine named Thomas. That's what got my attention: Thomas bragging around the frat house that he had fucked Cyndy. That's what inspired me to get a date with her...I never anticipated that we would fall in love that first night. I soon confronted her with Thomas' claims. She became furious, denied it and I had to restrain her from confronting him about it. Much later when we had become more intimate (two years had gone by and we were still in the heavy petting and hunching stage)and I pressed her about Thomas, she confessed to me one night that she had gotten too drunk at that party and he did get her into his bed where they made-out to the point of hunching; Thomas managed to get between Cyndy's legs, working up the front of her dress. Without her realizing it, he had eased his pants down and he was not wearing underwear. With her legs apart, he had gotten two fingers inside the leg of her underwear to caress her clit. She did not immediately realize his cock (he was apparently trying to substitute his penis for his fingers)was pressing her silk panties into her, with his cock head an inch or two inside the lips of her pussy. When she realized it was his penis, she failed to immediately stop him. For one instant the hot desire to experience her first fuck had screamed in her brain. "Yes, yes", she wanted to say to him and his aggressive cock, but the sudden feeling of his hot hard flesh slipping around the crotch of her panties instinctively caused her to whisper "No". But as she tried to push him away Thomas'insistant cock shot sperm all over her underwear and "on me," she explained. "What do you mean? His cum didn't touch your pussy!" I asked feverishly in a low groan. She kissed me as she rubbed my cock through my jeans and whispered back, "Well, like I told you, he was a little inside me. He soaked me. He moved so fast to move my panties aside while he was in me that his semen was everywhere." "He wasn't in you ...when he climaxed, was he?" I whispered gingerly, hesitantly, into her ear, dreading her answer. I was suddenly aware...embarassed and angry... that my cock was fully erect from her caresses as she spoke. A long silence passed...a very pregnant silence. Then she carefully answered,"He gave one really strong thrust just as I was telling him 'no' as I pushed him away...." Cyn said. "For at least one thrust Thomas went really deep into me......as he ejaculated." I couldn't speak. My heart was in my throat as her pristine morality and virginity, my whole image of the young lady I'd been trying to conquer for two years, evaporated in my arms. She seemed not to realize the disappointment and disillusionment I was feeling. Angry despite the action of her hands on me, I asked her more questions. "So that's when you made him stop and got so angry at him." Cyn looked into my eyes as she stroked my penis. She looked like she was going to cry. Then she did cry. She buried her face into my chest and wouldn't look at me. I tried to get her to talk but she just kept crying. An hour passed while I struggled to get her to talk to me. Finally I got her to look at me again and to talk. "Here's the whole truth," she said. "I hope you can handle it." A sense of doom enveloped me as she went on. "Thomas was in me ejaculating. I'd never felt anything in me like that, anything fill me like that, and his cock pumping in me. It happened so fast. He took my virginity but I'm equally to blame. He was so strong and my legs were open and he had no pants on and he was climaxing so hard. There was another thrust, then another, then another, then another until I stopped fighting him and we got into a rhythm just like when you and I hunch, both of us hunching. Once the truth was out, Cyndy told me everything. I'd never heard her curse before but she became very explicit. "Here's the truth even if it ends our relationship. I fucked him as hard as I could and I climaxed over and over and over again on his cock. Thomas never got soft all night. We fucked over and over and over again all night. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. But Thomas owned me all night long. I just lost my senses. I didn't care if he got me pregnant. He even asked me if I was on protection. I told him just to keep on fucking my pussy and not to worry about it. I felt him ejaculate in me many times. It was too good to stop. He was so thick. And deep. I loved it. "What Thomas told everyone at the fraternity was true. I hate him now. He promised it would be our secret. But he fucked me all night. I loved every moment of it. I'm to blame. I got so excited with the sex. But I was so frightened for the next month that I was pregnant. How could I ever explain such a thing to my parents? Then you and I started dating. Thank goodness I didn't get pregnant. So I decided no sex until marriage." I was so shocked by this confession that I could barely breath to ask her more questions. Up to that moment I had never been even close to fucking Cyn yet here she was, after we had dated for two years, telling me that my frat brother had fucked her all night long. Then Cyn surprised me again. She stood beside the bed and reached under her dress and in one motion slipped off her panties and handed them to me. This was a first. Cyn pulled my jeans off, then my underwear. My penis stood tall before her, and she stroked me. She eased her lithe body across my abdoman and reached for my cock, put it between her legs and began using it to masturbate her clit. This was another first. We became very wet. We both watched the cap of my cock pressed between her pussy lips, then the caressing pace of our moving genitals increased. Cyn used my penis as a masturbation tool. She took my breath away. I tried to thrust my cock into her but she was in control. She looked me square into my eyes, her long black hair swaying with the motion. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Forgive me." She lifted her sweater over her head then removed her bra. This was another first. Her breasts are full and lovely and were suspended above me. She allowed me to caress and massage them. She used my thumb to stimulate her own nipple, to show me how she likes it. Her panties were lying beside me. She picked up the panties and held the crotch to my lips. They were quite damp with her pussy's wetness. I had never seen her behave this way. Then came another surprise. "I loved telling you what Thomas did to me," Cyn whispered in a hiss. "Its got me incredibly wet. I wish I could let you fuck me but I can't make that mistake again." In two years I had never heard a 4 letter word from Cyn. "Breath in," she instructed me as her panties were held to my lips. "Smell me. I ache for your penis." A silence fell as she used my cockhead as a masturbation tool. "Any penis," she added to my disbelief, seeming to emphasize the word "Any". Her arousal made her bold and explicit. "As long as its long, thick, full of energy. Full of sperm....Are you shocked, Scott?" Cyn asked with an odd smile. "Are you shocked that I have always loved to play with a man's penis? Doesn't matter who." Her deep brown eyes were only inches from my eyes, searching for some sign of my understanding, my forgiveness. Her eyes also revealed her overpowering sexual arousal. She began frigging her clit with my cock, whispering between gasps as she hunched my cockhead. I fought not to come too quick, hoping to fuck her. "Honest truth is...(gasp)... I love cocks. I love (more gasps) beating them off...watching cum spit out. I know what men like for me to do. I've beat off lots of them, Scott, more than I ever told you." She kissed me, then gazed into my eyes with that odd smile. She seemed to calm herself, pacing the action. "The big ones are best, Scott...I love the big ones." I couldn't believe what was happening, and again I tried to thrust into her. The ecstacy of her fingers, her wet masturbating had lifted me to the peak of a coming climax. Then she began teasing me. "What do you think of your girlfriend now? Do you like me now?" I started to protest but her fingers stroked my length and I watched her slip the head of my cock between her vagina lips. Her pussy inflamed the head of my dick; the cap of my cock was now entirely inside her. Her fingers squeezed the shaft of my cock. "No ejaculating," she teased. "And no fucking. You are angry about Thomas shooting his sperm into me. It was bad behavior. So don't you dare cum in me...." She laughed at this foolishness and my jealousy. Shocked and angry, I wanted to throw her off of me, but I was too far gone. I wanted her too badly...I couldn't stop. She stroked herself with me, using my cock like a dildo stroking from her clit through her pussy lips to her anus, then back to her clit, then back to her now soaked anus. My pre-cum mixed with Cyn's juices. "Please let me fuck you Cyn. Please." I reached for her slim hips to try to impale her. "Cyn, let me make love to you." She produced a small bottle of handcream and applied it liberally to my cock. "Now I'll let you cum, Scott." She teased me as she stroked me toward a climax. "Scott, you are so huge. You must like my story? Do you want me to let Thomas fuck me again? He wants to. He calls all the time." My cock erupted in her hands and the towel, and she laughed out loud. "Does this mean you have forgiven me?" Finally she stopped the teasing and she cleaned up my sperm. We kissed quietly for a long time. She was my sweet and proper Cyndy again. The sex talk stopped. She knew from my silence how very angry I was. Then came another surprise. "You don't really believe that Thomas fucked me, do you?" "You mean he didn't?" I asked hopefully. "Of course not," Cyn answered. "I just made that up. But if you liked the story, maybe I should let him fuck me since it turns you on." And with those words, she slipped into her clothes and was gone with a laugh, driving away for a class at school. That's the closest we ever came to making love in college. We were married after graduation and on our wedding night we fucked all night long. Cyn has enjoyed teasing me over our 18 years of marriage with all sorts of tales she has used to teach me to fantasize. Most times she uses my jealous nature to confuse and arouse me. She typically hints about old boyfriends such as Thomas and her high school boyfriend, asking if I wanted to know the whole truth. I'd ask if they had fucked her. "Maybe," she whispers as she spreads her legs for me. "Maybe I've spread my legs for other guys too." "Who?" "My secret. If you knew you'd spoil it." I've begged her, as I caress and finger her, to tell me who. "Has it ever occurred to you that I was fucking my boyfriends in high school, not just masturbating them?" she would reply. "Why do you think so many guys hang around here." It was true our house has become a neighborhood hang-out especially since we built our pool. And Cyn is at home all day while I'm at work and the kids are in school. Many times she would remind me of Thomas' boasts. "I've told you the truth before about Thomas and me, but you couldn't handle it." Ofcourse her sexual teasing always ended in her taunting retractions after we had made love. It was all make-believe for her, but I never got used to it. Oddly enough after all these years, we see a good bit of Thomas and his wife these days. He's a very wealthy physician and we've been to parties in his home numerous times; Cyn always receives his special attention, dancing with him as the night grows late. She is one of a group that enjoy changing into bathing suits and jumping into his hot tub with a glass of wine when the party winds down late at night. I'm not much of a drinker so I prefer conversations with other non-participants. On one particular night I had been out of town and arrived home around 1 a.m. There had been a party at Thomas'. She wasn't home yet so I drove out there to join them. Only a few cars were still there. I parked out front and walked over the front lawn. I headed for the hot tub area, attracted by the bubbling noise and hum of the hot tub jets. It was dark with music playing. There were two couples in the pool talking lowly, drinking, occasional laughter. I could see from behind the shrubs. For an unknown reason, I hesitated at that spot. The lights were still on inside; only the underwater hot tub lights were on outside. One of the females left the tub, drying with a towel and disappeared inside. I believe it was Thomas' wife. I saw the second man move away from the woman he was with, then get out of the tub to change the music. His bathing suit seemed deformed in the front; I realized the man had an erection. I heard him ask his mate in the pool what music she wanted to hear. It was my Cyndy who answered: "Something slow and sexy." She sounded a little drunk. This brought a low laugh as the two men settled in the hot water on each side of her. The two men tried to force this little party with my wife to progress to skinny dipping. I should have walked in and stopped what was happening. I wish I had. Because Cyn let both men kiss her between sips of wine. They dared one another to strip and dared Cyn to strip. She refused, but she allowed more heavy kissing. I couldn't tell if there was touching beneath the bubbling water. "No one will ever know," Thomas told my wife. "Relax." I heard no response. Then two male bathing suits were thrown out of the hot tub onto the deck. Alone in the tub now with two naked men, Cyndy was teased by them about being the last hold out. I heard Thomas say, "Come help me Mike." There was laughter as the two male figures tussled playfully with my wife. Thirty seconds later Thomas tossed her red one piece suit out of tub. They had stripped my wife. Thomas silenced her protests with a long kiss, as the second male figure pressed against Cyn from behind her. His voice by her ear was barely audible. "What would your husband say if he knew we've taken your bathing suit off? That you have a hard dick in each hand?" This seemed to anger her. "Let's stop before we get in trouble," Cyn answered. "This isn't safe. Let me have my swimsuit before someone catches us." The two men teased her. "No way," they laughed. After a moment passed, Mike told her to keep stroking his dick. They took turns kissing her and sucking her breasts. Cyn made no further protest After 2 full minutes of this embracing, I heard Mike's semi-drunken semi-laughing voice arise above the noise of the tub's jets: "Nice tits. You're going to get a little gang bang,Cyn. What would your hubby say? I thought you were prim and proper." Again he annoyed her. "If you want me to stay, don't ask. Don't insult me. Tempt me." Quiet prevailed. Just the bubbles and their three silouettes merging. When they did talk, much of it I couldn't understand. One exchange was clear. "I love her lips," Mike commented as his tongue emerged from Cyn's mouth. "Try her pussy lips," Thomas added. Cyn's words were too low to comprehend, but she was clearly an equal participant. They emerged from the pool. Cyndy was beautiful in her nudity, her full breasts firm and curved perfectly from her ribs up to her areolas. I witnessed Mike heft each one softly in his palms, holding them with his thumbs working the areolas to stiff points. Their opened-mouthed kiss was wet; Mike and Cyn took turns filling each other's mouth with their urgent tongues. As they kissed, Mike's cock reached to Cyn's mound, his penis head lost in her black pubic hair where their bodies swayed to and fro; I realized Mike's dick was caressing the bud of Cyn's clit. Mike had been so rude earlier. Now he was embracing my wife. No more rudeness. He had taken charge. Their lips parted allowing Mike to whisper to my wife: "Delicious. Always so proper. I never thought you would allow anyone to touch you." "Its just happening. Adultery offends me." They kissed another sloppy kiss, this time Mike's hands running down to cup Cyn's slim buns, pressing her onto his cock. He lifted her off her off her toes. Her legs parted and spread around his waist. His missle shaped penis head slid into her vagina lips; the upper side of his shaft massaged her clit as he moved in and out. From my position on the ground, I could actually see several inches of hard cock moving into her pussy. Mike groaned as he and my wife engaged in more aggressive hunching. "I can't last much longer." The wetness glistened in the reflected light on his shaft. My wife's first climax covered his cock with her cream. His hands continued to cup her buns controlling her hips; the index fingers of his hands massaged her anus. His fingers dipped into her pussy from behind for more cream then both index fingers entered her anus. Cyndy groaned. Thirty seconds later, she asked, "Where's Thomas?" Then I heard Thomas' voice. "I'm doing the video." Shocked, Cyn pulled away from Mike and told him to stop. "Erase it," she demanded. She jerked the camera away, grabbed her swimsuit off the deck and entered the glass cabana. Mike followed. Maybe this nightmare would end, I hoped. I had learned the truth about my wife. My marriage was doomed. No need to confront them now. I moved to the side of the cabana, still on the ground. After some muffled talk that seemed to calm her, Mike and Cyn sat on the bed in the dim light, Cyn back in her bathing suit.. He had given her a glass of wine. It was a glass enclosure equipped with a bar and two oval shaped beds and numerous chairs. Soon they resumed the kissing and touching. Then Thomas appeared with no camera, but he held a lit cigarette in his hand. Then I smelled the marijuana. Cyn hates marijuana. But Mike urged her to at least try it. He took a deep drag. I picked up a few of Mike's words. "Here's a little courage for you." " I don't like marijuana." But Mike kissed Cyn; he exhaled the marijuana smoke into her lungs. I watched her exhale the smoke. He did it again, then held the home-made cigarette to her lips. Soon she tried it. She sucked on the weed and inhaled deeply. Mike blew more of the acrid smoke into her lungs. She finished her drink. As they smoked and drank, the two men dropped the suit's straps off her shoulders, and roolled the top of her suit down, exposing her breasts. They used their tongues and fingers to stimulate her areolas, to tongue her mouth and neck. Mike's thick fingers pressed between her legs, caressing her sensitive vagina through the silky suit as Thomas persisted in lowering her suit over hips. I watched my wife cooperate. In another instant she was nude, Thomas opening her legs as she fell back on the bed. Wet fingers were enjoying her pussy. Mike kissed her, then her breasts. He held the marijuana to her lips; again she inhaled. "I feel crazy," she whispered huskily. He guided one of her hands to her clit so she would masturbate as he finger fucked her. Then I realized Thomas had retrieved his video camera, filming her adultery without her knowledge. My impulse was to break the camera over his skull, but,instead, I made the mental note that the film would be useful in divorce court. My Wife Sin-dy Cyn's other hand masturbated Mike's rather unique cock. He was stiffly erect, very large, his shaft growing into an arched upward curve so that his large helmet-shaped penis head peered upward. I resented his size, very thick and very long. Cyn would enjoy him. Bigger than me. His cock was surrounded by blond pubic hair and anchored by two very potent tight balls (I watched her fingers squeeze them), both clearly capable of carrying and spewing a great volume of sperm. Sperm liberally flowed from him, giving her hand lubrication to masturbate him. As Mike moved between her knees, she protested. "I want to see your cock." She watched her hands stretch him, squeezing the head so more sperm flowed out. ""Its so obscene its beautiful", she told him. Then she sucked the cock's head as Mike rolled onto his back. Then she backed off and squeezed more sperm from him; she licked it away then her tongue stroked the entire length of the underside of his cock. Cyn leaned forward to kiss his lips; he exhaled more marijuana into her lungs. Thomas joined the action, quietly leaving the camera running on its tripod. He knelt beside them and french kissed Cyn's mouth. "You should have been a porn star," one of them said to her. As though in response to the crass remark, Cyn stretched her legs wide as an overwhelming desire for climax seemed to hit her. "Someone fuck me," she hissed, "or I'm going home to my husband who moves much more quickly than you two." This was an experience for me that I never dreamed could ever occur. My jealousy had turned to a realization that I would no longer live with this woman. She had betrayed me. Unforgivable. So I decided to view the whole affair for exactly what it was...a porn movie in the making. Let them fuck her brains out. Divorce myself from it, pretend she wasn't the woman I love. Enjoy it if I could. After 20 years of our sex life being flavored by her teasing, too often implying, taunting me and even stimulating me with her hints of adultery and a history of lovers dating back to high school (she always withdrew the admissions once our passions had cooled), this time I would witness the real thing. I struggled to smother my rage, my jealousy, my hurt at witnessing two men (both of whom I wanted to kill) explore my wife's body as she masturbated them, to watch Mike's oversized penis resume its movement between Cyn's legs as he moved onto his knees above her. Cyn lifted her hips to capture the head of his cock. She undulated on it as he held himself above her, teasing her pussy, allowing her to try to suck his cock into her. Thomas was filming from above Cyn's head. "Let me have it. Please." She saw the camera but ignored it. In one thrust, Mike's cock slid deep into her, disappearing into Cyn, bringing moans of satisfaction from them both. They both climaxed after 10 minutes but the fucking went on. His cum made the wet sounds even louder. They fucked for ten more minutes before Mike pulled back, turned her over, pulling her to her knees. His long wet cock hung lower (and seemed even larger)but remained hard. He dog- fucked my wife. I realized tears were streaming down my face. Again I witnessed that cruel cock as it paused between her pussy lips, teasing and arousing them both, then plunged into her from behind, now far deeper than before due to their better position. She arched her back, lifting her rear end to receive every micro-inch of his long, heavy shaft. Mike fucked her hard and fast. Her teasing over the years of our marriage had created wild fantasies that she enjoyed far more than me. I had become certain, usually, that none of it could possibly ever be true, but she could make it so real in her taunting, arousing my jealousy. Over the years there were dreaded visions, sexual fantasies she had planted in my imagination; to see her open pussy gazed upon by other men, fondled, licked, sucked, penetrated slowly by another male cock, thoroughly fucked. In these fantasies I had dreaded the vision of another man drenching her open pussy in shot after shot of sperm....all the more erotic if the sperm threatened to impregnate her. I hated these visions. Cyn loved this playfulness and she never failed to arouse me. As far as I knew, Cyn was on birth control but I wasn't certain. Like a good Catholic, she preferred practicing rhythm and restraint at vulnerable times of the month. Was Mike impregnating my wife before my eyes? Anger and rage overwhelmed me. My penis seemed as outraged as I was, furiously erect; I realized I was soaked in sperm. I broke thick branches with my furious hands but no one heard me. Mike turned Cyn onto her back again. Mike's cock entered my wife. Already his sperm was all over her. Cyn sat up and kissed him and Mike's penis emerged for a moment. Cyndy went down on him; her tongue bathed his head and shaft. Then she sucked one of his thick testicles into her mouth and held it with her lips for her tongue to mash and squeeze. "Be careful. Gentle," Mike urged. But Cyn roughly sucked the testicle deep into her throat then went after his other one. Mike's penis was pressed along her lovely cheek and nose as she moved from his testicles to the sensitive spot under his penis head. Sperm flowed freely from the tip of Mike's penis and covered Cyn's tongue as she brought him to a full climax; she avoided the mess by her lips and mouth engulfing his head and shaft, sucking him dry and swallowing every drop, though a long film of cum followed her lips to Mike's lips where his tongue entered her mouth in a long thankful kiss. At least he couldn't impregnate her by fucking her mouth. Thomas had remained behind the camera, his large penis hard as he awaited his turn with my wife. Mike moved aside to allow Thomas to lay Cyn back on a pillow with her legs spread. Thomas possessed a heavily veined and thickly muscled cock. I wanted to march in there, break it off him, and shove it into his mouth until he choked on it. The son of a bitch. Cyn obviously liked it. Mike turned on a lamp. We all joined the eye of the camera to watch Thomas spread open my wife's pussy with his fingers, gazing into her pink wet opening, then moving his penis between the lips; he slid right into her with the greatest of ease. She swallowed him whole in one great sucking noise. It was delicious and sensuous to behold. His cock emerged occasionally on an outstroke, the reentry like a great whale being swallowed by a foamy ocean. Then the sperm emerged with his outstrokes. He pulled out and I witnessed his penis fire five large shots of sperm directly into Cyn's open pussy, I thought I was going to faint. But I didn't faint. The adultery went on for another hour or more as they took turns with her. She sucked their cocks and they fucked her doggy style. Cyn was insatiable. So were they. Finally they slipped back into the hot tub awhile, quietly drinking wine in a huddle. Then one of the men retrieved their bathing suits. I took that as my cue to escape undetected back to my home and my own bed. I bathed my dried sperm from my abdomen. I wanted that tape of my wife's adultery. I wanted to catch each man alone to give them both the beating they deserved. I have been married all these years, I thought, to the most desirable, moral, quick witted, elegant woman I know. I have loved her. But now I hated her. Our marriage was over. I could never get over what had happened...what she had done. The torrid sex my wife had performed with these two men had destroyed all love and affection. My masculinity could not tolerate anything short of humiliating her before her kids, family, and friends before a divorce court. It was the middle of the night, but I got on the phone and called the credit card companies to cancel her credit cards. I looked forward to confronting her. She arrived home after a short while, attired once again in her thin silky red bathing suit. She looked great, the folds of the thin fabric clinging and defining the slit of her vagina, while her nipples were equally revealed by the fabric. She looked fresh, clean and refreshed. She removed the suit, the matching black hair of her head and pussy stirring my already aroused penis. Did I want to make love to my wife? Oh YES, there's not a healthy man on the planet who would not want sex with this lovely woman. I wanted her. "Where have you been?" I asked her. "Wouldn't you like to know," she said huskily, stroking my penis to see if there was life there, teasing me as she always did when she wanted to arouse me. "You behaved yourself at the party, I hope." She began masturbating me. I wanted to hear her lies before I confronted her. "Depends on whether you want an adulterous wife or not. Which do you want?" She straddled her legs over me and brought my penis to her pussy. "I don't think you're ballsy enough to actually let some other man strip that bathing suit off you." "Then maybe two men took it off me and maybe I let them fuck me. Maybe I love threesomes. Maybe my pussy was filled full of their sperm. My mouth too." "You wouldn't really do that. You don't even like blow jobs." "Well I do now. My pussy is all fresh now after a good bath in the hot tub with them," she answered with a teasing, playful smile. I didn't smile but I did play along, again postponing the confrontation. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing," I said. "You are a Catholic. You might get pregnant. And you sure wouldn't tell me about it because you know I'd divorce the hell out of you." She began a long delicious fuck on me, Cyn the aggressor as she lowered that beautiful pussy over my cock and took my cockhead between her soft slick pussy lips, then she rocked on me to tease me. Her breasts swayed inches from me, one nipple finally bumping my lips. "Maybe I would. I like men." Passion forced me to suck her nipple and caress her breasts. Her over-heated pussy engulfed my 7 inch cock; we fucked our hearts out for 20 minutes, perhaps the best fuck of all the great fucks she has ever given me. She did all the work with a deep passion that felt so good that I finally could hold back no longer. Her tongue fucked deep into my mouth; I sucked on her wild tongue like it was a penis. The passion and pure pleasure of making love to this gorgeous creature overwhelmed me. My penis climaxed in a flood, pumping and filling Cyn with my cream. Without waiting for my recovery, she then gave me the first blow-job I had had in over a decade...she had obviously changed her mind about sucking a man's cock. Another fantastic climax wracked my body. We lay there in silence for a long time. Finally she cleaned me up with a towel as she always does then nestled against me. Cyn laughed, then whispered, "You know I made up the whole thing. I didn't really fuck anyone." I decided to drift off to sleep and worry about it all in the morning.