17 comments/ 88364 views/ 12 favorites Posture and Imposture Ch. 01 By: fireballxl5 I want to give a couple of pages of background before getting on to the good stuff, because I think many readers would miss the point if I didn't. Many who read this will think I'm a wimp husband because I don't keep my wife in a cage. Nothing could be further from the truth. It takes a great deal of emotional strength to love a person without forcing them into a mold of single-minded obedience and subservience. Emotional strength is not most men's strong suit; therefore the stereotype is for the male of the human species to cage his wife by force of will, morality, physical strength and law, often without putting himself in the same cage. My name's Matt. Suzy and I have been married for ten years. We have a blended family of three kids – my two boys and her daughter, all in their middle teens. Like many couples our arguments are chiefly about money. Our sex life is not bad, although I sometimes get so involved in my work that I don't have the energy. We found each other after two horrible marriages. Her ex-husband was abusive and controlling and neurotically obsessed with the idea that Suzy was cheating on him. As the love drained from their marriage, it was replaced with a very constricting sort of dominance. Suzy couldn't work. She couldn't have friends. She couldn't even leave the house shopping without detailed information on where she was going and when she would be back. Oddly enough, this obsession had the opposite of the intended effect. Suzy found herself craving simple conversation with a man. She found herself fantasizing about having an affair more and more. Eventually she said to herself, "Enough!" and divorced the guy. My marriage was the opposite. Marge was a drunk and a cheater. Naively, I trusted her because it is in my nature to trust. Then after two years I caught her in bed with my best friend, who was staying at our house. I kicked the friend out and stomped and screamed until morning. The most astonishing thing was that she didn't feel culpable (she couldn't help herself, don't you know), and threatened to leave me because of the fit I was throwing. Later, the therapist would ask, "Why didn't you leave her then? You obviously had different ideas about what marriage meant." It was years before I could admit the real reason: I was emotionally weak. I couldn't face the prospect that she wasn't the wife I thought she was. I desperately wanted her to conform to my image of what a good wife should be, attentive, devoted, caring, and loyal as a dog. She had to have two more serious, ugly affairs before I could admit to myself that she would never be the wife I deluded myself into thinking she was. I kicked her out, divorced her, and went to therapy for a year. She skipped off with her latest flame without a moment's remorse, leaving the boys with me. I met Suzy in group. They strongly caution against getting into another relationship "on the bounce," and that's good advice, which we followed. For that reason, we got to know each other's minds and emotions intimately before we realized that we loved each other. Two years after our divorces, we married each other, but only after putting some ground rules in place to ensure that this marriage would "work" in the way that we each wanted it to. It's very hard to face honestly, but often when someone treats the other badly in a marriage – usually – the person who is wronged does something to encourage or at least facilitate the bad behavior; for example, an alcoholic often has an enabler. In my case, one little piece of the puzzle was that some part of my actions that I wasn't aware of helped my first wife Marge cheat on me. And some part of Suzy's actions that she wasn't aware of encouraged her ex-husband to obsess about her cheating. I'll explain what that was in a moment. I don't believe in so-called "open marriages," at least not for me, if that means that each partner is free to couple with whomever they feel like on a whim. The thought of my wife with another man is painful, not the least because I have already been severely wounded in that place and still carry the scars. Suzy's sore spot was being emotionally controlled and jailed. Recognizing the fact that occasionally one or the other of us might be attracted to someone of the opposite (or even, conceivably, the same) sex, and realizing that our marriage was more important than our desire for total emotional control over each other, we agreed that our marriage would be strong enough to tolerate the occasional brief affair. Instead, what we would not tolerate would be emotional abandonment. Any outside physical relationship should be brief, discreet, and spontaneous. Any problems in our marriage, on the other hand, should be open and discussed immediately. We didn't agree not to feel hurt or jealous if we found out about our partner's indiscretion (how could you agree not to feel a certain way?); we just agreed not to let hurtness or jealousy eat away at our marriage. We knew that hearing about our partner having a physical relationship with someone else would be painful, so we agreed not to tell each other about it unless asked. We also agreed that there would be no more than one such "involvement" a year (if at all), that it would last no more than a day or two, and that actual penis-to-vagina intercourse would not be allowed. Any deviation from these guidelines and we would have to talk about it and all bets were off. Suzy is one of those people who are sexy rather than magazine-cover beautiful. If you showed her photo to 100 people, you'd get 100 responses saying, "Wow. She's really cute!" She's athletic while remaining curvy. Her constant smile, chirping voice and winning personality make her everyone's instant friend. Now we come to Suzy's side of what I was talking about earlier. Suzy creates the suspicion of cheating without ever being aware of it because the one word that best describes her is 'fuckable'. She is so easy to talk to, so trusting, and so slow to take offense that there is very little barrier to saying something like, "You have great tits," or, "Why don't we have a drink sometime when your husband's not around?" The most fuckable thing about Suzy is her posture. You've all seen someone like this: Her natural stance pushes her firm little ass outward, her shoulders back, and her bouncy C-cup tits upward. Being a devout student of her body, I know that that's just how her body is shaped; how her spine is naturally curved and how she stands comfortably. She's not deliberately trying to thrust out her breasts and ass, but it absolutely looks that way. Her body language screams, "Hey! Help yourself to these!" It makes you want to grab her hand and haul her to the nearest bedroom. So without consciously trying to be that way, Suzy was the perfect specimen of fuckability. Because she was cute but not gorgeous, men were not intimidated about being outclassed. Because she was friendly, candid and open, men were not afraid of being shut down. Because she had a posture that constantly drew attention to her sexy assets and perfect body she gave the impression that she was open to sex. And of course, her perfect tits begged to be squeezed and sucked, her ass to be rubbed, and her pussy to be coaxed out of hiding for some fun. Really, there's no way a man could be married to someone like Suzy without an arrangement like we had, because you just know that she's going to be hit on all the time. ***---*** My attitude about some of these things came to change one summer, for the better, when I found out about one of Suzy's liaisons. Suzy and I always traveled well with each other, meaning that we always got along well and really enjoyed each other's company when all of the demands of the kids and the hassles of work were out of the way. We struggled financially, but always took time for each other to have a vacation alone once a year, even if we went to some less expensive destinations. We were on vacation at a condo at what was loosely described as a resort at Lake Granby in Colorado. Actually, it was a group of "cabins" along the lines of a motel except that the outside finish made it look like they were made from logs. The resort butts up against a breathtaking national forest high in the Rocky Mountains. We were sitting around the pool with a couple of guys, Ben and Mark, whom we had met two days earlier. They were engineers, taking some time off from some large project in the area. I couldn't get it out of my head that it was a dam, but they kept explaining that it was some other kind of water conservation measure that didn't really make sense to me. The younger engineer was named Ben, and he looked to be about 25. It was clear from the beginning that he was disturbed by Suzy. He couldn't take his eyes off her, a fact that was lost on no one. Even talking to me about his work, he kept glancing at Suzy, and not just at her face. When she went to get drinks, he watched her ass the way a cat watches a bird. When she talked, he gazed on her with a sort of moonstruck fascination. And speaking of moonstruck fascination, my fuckable little wife could not look away from this young stud, either. She hung on his words and reacted to his simple comments as if they were the most interesting thing she had ever heard. It was obvious she was trying to get him to notice her. I know my wife well, and – maybe it was unconsciously – she was thrusting her tits out noticeably more than usual, and subtly and absent mindedly wiggling them almost imperceptibly from side to side every time Ben stared at them, as if to attract attention or tease him. And in the warm noontime air her nipples were erect and very visible. She was turned on just looking at this guy! They had to be out of their minds to think I wouldn't notice the chemistry in the air, but I think that's just what they were: out of their minds. Lust is a force of nature. In my earlier marriage, I would have dragged my wife to our room and had a fight. I would have made accusations and she would have made angry denials. I would have stormed out and gone to the bar to get drunk. When I got back, she wouldn't be there. When she returned later in the wee hours she would explain that she had simply been out walking, thinking about what a jerk I was. I'd cancel the vacation early and we'd go home feeling wounded and hating each other until we fell back into our old codependent relationship. Now it was different. Watching these two drool over each other, I found myself strangely stimulated. I never would have thought I had it in me, but I honestly loved my wife so much that I wanted her to experience the thrill of a good little sexual escapade, as long as it was nothing more. I found myself daydreaming about what it would be like to see this guy whip his cock out and for my wife to suck on it, enthralled by the sight of it. Or for her to stand up and do a striptease, on a dare, pulling down her pants and showing him her pussy. Or him eating her out while she screamed in delight. Or for them both to masturbate in front of each other. Whatever it was, it would just be animal passion, and did not pose a threat to the loving relationship my wife and I had. But the best fantasy of all to me was the thought of them sneaking off. Ben wouldn't know about our agreement, and would think he was putting one over on me. And Suzy would have to sneak around to keep me from finding out because we had agreed to be discreet, plus I think she would enjoy role-playing the cheating slut wife. I wondered how they would manage to do it. ***---*** My answer came the next day. I was sitting outside with Ben and Mark having the complimentary continental breakfast when Suzy bounced up. She wore a tight forest green tee shirt and white shorts that showed her marvelous legs to good advantage. I noted that she had chosen not to wear a bra, which was very unusual for her. Her nipples jutted up saucily, and the material was shear enough that you could even detect the margins of each areola. She might as well have been wearing green body paint. She stood in her patented "Look at these" pose and announced, "I just found out that they rent ATVs. Let's go off-roading!" Ben immediately agreed. Mark begged off and I agreed to come as well, of course. I had never driven an ATV before. It's something like a motorcycle with four wheels with off-road tires and suspension. It has four wheel drive, and is much like a personal jeep except that the passenger sits behind the driver like on a motorcycle. Although signs all over say that they're designed for one rider only, everyone rides double. Because of the expense, we only rented two ATVs that afternoon. I drove one, with Suzy behind me, and Ben took the other. We left the resort and headed up into the forested mountains. There were trails everywhere, and we drove up steep hills, through creeks, to cliffsides with views and through beautiful forests filled with flowers and bees. Sometimes Ben led, and sometimes I did; we basically went anywhere that the fancy struck us. It was really a hoot. After two or three hours, one of the times that we stopped to take a breather, Suzy complained, "It's not fair! I haven't had a chance to drive." It took about four nanoseconds for Ben to volunteer. "Here, you can drive this one!" "Great!" Suzy responded instantly, and hopped on Ben's ATV in front of him. She hadn't even given him the opportunity to scoot back to make room for her, but squeezed her tight little buns into his groin area. Ben moved back just far enough to make room for her, keeping his genital area plastered against her butt. Instead of holding onto the sides or back the way two guys would, he put his hands around her waist the way Suzy did with me, plastering his well-developed chest into her sweaty back. We took off again. Owing to Suzy's inexperience I took the lead and she followed. Because I had had all of two hours more experience, I made better time and found myself repeatedly getting far ahead of her. I had to keep stopping and waiting for her to catch up. Sometimes, when the two came into view and I had the motor off, I thought I noticed Ben's hands resting casually along Suzy's bare legs, fingers on the insides of her thighs. When he saw me he would quickly retract them. Seeing this, I realized that Suzy might want me to disappear. I decided to test her. One time when we met up I said, "This off-roading gets to be work." "Yeah," Suzy said, "It is." "Do you think we ought to head back?" I suggested. "I'm not so bad," she replied. "I haven't been doing it as long as you have." "II'm beat. I think I want to head back. Besides, it will start getting dark in about an hour." Suzy flushed and swallowed, glancing back at Ben. "I'd like to try it just a bit more. How about you, Ben?" "Yeah. Yeah. I'm not done yet," Ben agreed too quickly. "All right then. If I don't see you guys by 8:00 I'll send out search and rescue," I joked, and took off alone. Once out of earshot I pulled off the trail, killed the motor, and walked quietly back to where I had last seen the two. As I approached the place, I heard Suzy giggle off in the forest. I left the trail and crept through the forest toward where they were parked, some 50 yards off of the trail from where I had left them. Their voices became clearer, and when I got close enough to hear what they were saying, my heart began to pound. The first voice I heard was Ben's. "I thought your husband was going to catch us. Do you think he saw anything?" "Don't worry about him," she replied. "It's hard not to get turned on with someone plastered right up against you. And this thing is designed like a great big vibrator, humming right up against your crotch. Who could blame you for getting a little turned on?" "Some of those spots were pretty rough. I had to hold onto something," Ben added, evilly. "You're a naughty boy! Grabbing a married woman's titties!" she teased. "I've been dying all week to touch them. You have to know that," Ben responded. "You'd die just to touch them?" Her voice was playful. "No. I'll die if I don't touch them," Ben pleaded. Suzy mock-scolded, "You don't call that touching them?" Ben whispered, "No. I want to touch them. Not outside your shirt. There was a pause. "Oh, well. I guess we can't let you die," Suzy sighed. "They want you to touch them, too. See how you made my nipples stick out?" Then there was silence. I was crouched behind a large rock. I crept onto the rock and peered over. The two were directly below me, less than ten feet away. Ben was still sitting behind Suzy on the ATV, and he had reached around Suzy's waist. His hands were both busy under Suzy's shirt, kneading her breasts and tugging at her nipples while her hands were on top of her head, out of the way. Suzy was squirming and breathing heavily, occasionally letting an encouraging whimper escape. Ben kissed her neck and she leaned back heavily into it like a cat being petted. Suzy loves having her neck nibbled. When Ben got to Suzy's ear, she squealed. He whispered something I couldn't quite make out, but she giggled and responded, "Thank you." Then she started wiggling her ass, which was firmly plastered against Ben's groin. "Oh," she purred, "I see you had the foresight to bring a flashlight in case it gets dark!" Ben chuckled and rubbed his "flashlight" against Suzy's firm little butt. "You like my flashlight?" In answer, she thrust her butt backwards and Ben did not miss the opportunity to look right down the back of her pants. At the same time, his right hand emerged from beneath Suzy's t-shirt. First he lifted the t-shirt, exposing Suzy's breasts and stiff nipples to the air, and then he began to rub his hand up and down her thighs. Up and down it rubbed along her inner thighs, and she slumped uncharacteristically backwards, turning her head up toward Ben for an extended kiss. Meanwhile, Ben continued to grope Suzy's tits with his left hand as he rubbed the outside of her white cotton shorts with his fingers. She spread her knees wider, encouragingly. His fingers were now positioned directly over her pussy and he rubbed her there continually, up and down the seam of her shorts. Suzy rocked her hips and pressed her mound eagerly against Ben's fingers. She moaned into Ben's mouth. After several minutes of deep kissing and Ben fingering the crotch of my wife's pants, they came up for air. Suzy groaned, and said, "That was fabulous." Then she closed her eyes and gloried in Ben's attentions. Bens hand crept from rubbing the crotch of her pants to the button at the top, which he began to unbutton. "What are you doing?" Suzy asked teasingly. "Are you trying to get to my panties? I'm a married woman. I'm not supposed to let gorgeous men just play around in my panties when they want to." But Ben didn't stop. He lowered the zipper and plunged his hand into the waist of her panties. Suzy rose on her heels to give him better access, and as soon as he hit paydirt she gave a little pleading cry. "Oh, Jeez! Ah!" By the appearance of the clothing, Ben's wrist started to pump his finger in and out of Suzy's hot pussy. She whimpered and cried in pathetic high-pitched squeaks in time to his wrist motions. Urgently, almost frantically, she tried to push her shorts and panties out of the way, only succeeding in lowering the waist to just below her trimmed crotch. The way they straddled the ATV she would have had to completely disengage and climb off of the vehicle to pull her clothes down further. This she was either too urgent or too lost from reality to do. Instead, she whispered hoarsely, "Oh, you dirty boy! Don't stop. My god, don't stop!" and then went back to panting "Ah! Ah! Ah!" It didn't take long for her to get there, and it was obvious when she came. She lifted her ass completely off the ATV while pushing into poor Ben's chest and groaning like someone lifting heavy weights. "Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!" while tossing her head from side to side. She must have cum for a minute and a half before collapsing backward against Ben. She pulled Ben's finger away forcefully, and set it to the side, out of the way, and took a few moments just to breathe and recover. Posture and Imposture Ch. 01 After a few moments, she climbed drunkenly out of her seat. Facing away from Ben, she bent forward at the waist to remove her shorts, with her butt within reaching distance of Ben. Ben took the occasion to stroke her ass as she bent almost double to step out of her shorts. She stopped with her ass straight in the air and peered back at him, from the side. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I'd like a piece of it," Ben replied. Suzy's look turned serious. She climbed back onto the ATV, this time facing the rear, so she was seated with her open pussy facing Ben. She said, "You can't put it in me." "I have a condom," he countered. "That doesn't matter. You can never put it in me. Those are my rules. Otherwise, we have to break it off right now and you go home with blue balls. Capisce?" She sounded stern and immovable. "Uh, sure. Sure. Whatever you say. You bet." At that, Suzy's face broke into a sort of horny smile, as if the moment had never existed. She put on an "opening the birthday presents" tone. "OK, then, as long as we understand. Well I want to see this flashlight. Lean back and let me get it out. Let's see. Is it here?" and saying this she rubbed her hand up and down the length of Ben's dick several times outside his pants. All he could say was. "Mmm." "It feels pretty nice. I think it's time we took a look at it. I want to turn it on!" She unbuttoned and unzipped Ben's pants quickly. Then she grasped the waist on either side and pulled them down in one movement, as far as they would go. She gave a little squeak of delight as Ben's tool sprang into view. Ben quickly lifted his heels and whisked his pants entirely off, frantically kicking off his sneakers without untying them, then immediately resumed his position with his knees splayed to the side, his elbows propping him up on the back of the ATV, and his boner bobbing straight up in the air. "Ooh!" Suzy chirped. "This looks nice!" She rubbed it with both palms from balls to tip. It took on a life of its own and bobbed in the air. "Does it like the married lady to rub it?" she asked. "The horny little wife wants to taste it." Suzy leaned forward and kissed the precum from the tip. She gently reached both hands around Ben's balls and pushed her head down onto the dick, swallowing it to the base. Slowly, her head made the long trip from base to tip and back down. And again. And again. Ben leaned forward to try to play with my wife's ass, but couldn't quite reach it, so instead he reached under and began to play with her hanging boobs. "I don't think I'll last long," he croaked. Deb lifted her head for a moment. "Good. They'll be wondering where we are. Now, honey, when it happens, you just let it happen. I like to swallow." She bent forward and rubbed the object of her attentions with her breasts, squeezed it between them whispering about how beautiful and sexy it looked, and then recommenced to bob up and down on it slowly with her mouth. Ben grabbed handfuls of my wife's hair on both sides of her head and speeded her up. At the same time, his face contorted into a grimace indistinguishable from pain. It was his turn to make weight-lifting grunts. "Uhh. Uhh. Uhh." They sounded more and more desperate and almost pleading until suddenly he stiffened and groaned. My wife pumped with her hand as she sucked Ben's cream down her throat. It seemed to last for minutes. Eventually they both relaxed and watched each other's private parts while Ben caught his breath. "Thanks, Suze. That was as good as it gets." Suzy smiled at the compliment, but then that serious look returned. "This isn't going to go on for long. I love my husband, and that's the only thing that will go back home with me, except for memories. I just want you to understand that up front. I like you and I like what you do to me, and I like doing what I do to you, but you'll never take the place of my husband." "He's a lucky man." "We're both lucky together." Comically, Ben bawled, "You only want me for my body." Suzy chuckled, but said, "Yeah, well, I like you and you're a really neat guy, but that's about the size of it. I think you're probably OK with that, aren't you." Ben agreed. After dressing and rearranging themselves, they kissed briefly and left. After they had gone, I did something that completely surprised me. I was turned on in a way that I have seldom been turned on. I played with myself slowly – you might almost say I made love to myself – until I came with a force that was as strong as any time I'd done it alone, squirting right onto the rock in a puddle. A bee investigated, and got stuck in it. I sat pondering this, and what I'd seen, and took stock of my emotions. Honestly, my mind was a lot less cluttered than I would have expected, probably because I'd thought it through in advance. I wasn't particularly angry with Ben. Disappointed, and disturbed that he would do something like this with my wife behind my back. I would never trust him, but it wasn't anything like a jealous rage. I couldn't completely blame a single guy for chasing my fuckable little wife anyway. For Suzy, my emotions surprised me. I was proud of her for making everything clear to Ben in such a mature, responsible way. She's no dummy; she knew that I had given her this opportunity when I offered to go home. I was elated because she had had such a good sexual experience. Sure, a part of me would like to say that I'm such a great lover that no one need look further, but the truth of the matter is that every partner eventually gets to be the same old same old. Nature diversifies the gene pool by making us hanker after something different from time to time, and that natural state of mind is not a judgment against our life partners. So I was cool with it. I couldn't wait to march in and put my dick where Ben's would never go. Also -- and this is really strange -- I hoped they'd do it again, and I hoped I'd be able to watch. The only negative emotion I had really was about myself. I felt guilty for spying on them. It was as if I had unjustly distrusted my wife and had cheated on her in a small way when I spied on her. But then, I realized that the whole experience had been damned sexy, and that anyone with sexual organs would have watched. The decision I had to make was, would I make the situation worse by continuing to spy or would I fess up to my wife? One thing was for sure. If they did it again, I wanted to see it happen. ***---*** Part 2 is almost complete and will be posted in a few days. Meanwhile, why not vote and leave a comment while you're here? I like to respond to emails. Posture and Imposture Ch. 02 I kept replaying what I had seen in my mind - the scene in the forest, with Ben fingering my half-exposed wife to orgasm followed by her giving him a blowjob. It was sexy and exciting almost beyond belief, but it lacked closure. I knew that my wife would not allow penis-to-vagina fucking, but there were a lot of degrees of physical intimacy between what they had already done together and what they could get away with, according to our liberal marriage agreement. There was a crackling tension in the air, so that I knew they would get together again as soon as an opportunity presented itself. It remained for me to find a way to watch when it happened. I got hard as a crowbar just thinking about it. The only concern I had was that my not telling Suzy that I was watching felt a bit dishonest. Should I tell her that I knew, or should I keep it a secret? I finally concluded that it would be more fun for Suzy to pretend that she was cheating on me, something she couldn't do if I spilled the beans. So I decided not to tell Suzy that I had watched her in the forest with Ben. That night in our motel room, Suzy was a study. She was nervous, unable to sit still and continually fussing. While we were watching TV, several times she walked to the window and peered out as if expecting to see someone or some thing. Standing there, she would absent-mindedly pass the back of her hand over her breast, unconsciously rubbing the nipple with her knuckles. Eventually, she sat next to me on the bed and began to caress me. She rubbed my erect penis in my pants (she didn't ask why it was already that way when she started) and took it out. She mouthed it just long enough to get it wet and then jumped me, flinging off her panties and sitting on me, nightgown and all. She rode me wildly in the cowgirl position, eyes closed, and we soon came to a groaning, screaming orgasm together. Her eyes remained closed until she slid off of me. We were both still completely dressed except for her moist panties. The next morning, I woke in bed alone. I figured Suzy was probably getting coffee and a couple of donuts from the continental breakfast in the main office of the motel. I meant to say 'resort'. I did my morning ritual for a few minutes, but Suzy didn't show. I decided perhaps she was waiting for me at the main office, so pulled on some clothes and headed there. I didn't see her there. I thought to myself, "Surely she wouldn't just go to Ben's room. That would be much too blatant. I checked the swimming pool, but she wasn't there either. It occurred to me that she might be exercising. It was a possibility, although Suzy is not normally the type to jump up and work out because it takes a while for her to wake up. Suzy doesn't care to run outdoors; she prefers a treadmill or stair step machine. The motel had a little exercise room next to the laundry room, with a Bowflex machine, a used-and-abused treadmill, a couple of benches and an odd assortment of free weights. Perhaps she was there. At the main desk, I borrowed the key to the building, which was used only by the maids and exercisers. I let myself into the building stealthily, and closed the outside door silently; then crept down the unlit hall. As I approached the exercise room, I could hear the rhythmic pounding of a treadmill in use over the background of CNN. The entrance to the weight room was off a dim hallway, so I was able to look into the sunlit room without being seen. It had three occupants. The two engineers were in shorts and tee shirts, sitting on the bench, ostensibly cooling off between sets. I say ostensibly, because neither of them had broken much of a sweat. They weren't watching the news, either - in fact, they were facing the other way entirely. They were watching my wife and drooling. Suzy was running on the treadmill, dressed in a t-shirt that was loose, but not too loose to evaluate what was underneath, and grey elastic exercise shorts. By the sleek appearance of her shorts and the mesmerizing complex of motions on her chest, it was obvious that she was wearing no underwear; neither panties nor exercise bra. Suzy knows better than this. She always wears at least an exercise bra while running; never an exception. She was deliberately teasing these two men. Although her eyes didn't leave the TV, I knew that her peripheral vision was glorying at the two men's tongues hanging out. The guys mumbled to each other, and then Ben addressed Suzy. "It's really hot in here. Do you mind if we take our shirts off?" Suzy smiled and replied a little too encouragingly, "Yeah! Go right ahead," and then watched intently as they put on a show of pulling off their shirts and displaying their muscles. They weren't bodybuilders, but their bulging pectorals, nicely cut abs and upper body definition showed that both boys obviously worked out regularly. Suzy hit a button on the treadmill, starting the cool-down phase of her run. The boys watched her as they curled dumbbells. Suzy stared back as she slowed the pace of the treadmill at regular intervals to a trot, a fast walk, and then a slow walk. Her breasts wobbled and bounced invitingly with the twin focal points of their nipples rigid, obvious and inviting. Sweat soaked the front of her shirt and darkened the pubic area and butt crack of her pants. Although they tried not to be obvious, the two young men she was candidly watching were obviously engaged more in striking poses than in doing any real exercise. Suzy appeared to appreciate this and when she had stopped the treadmill, she sat on a chair near to them and watched them preen for her, wiping her forehead and cooling off. "I've always wanted to learn how to use those weights, but I never had anyone to teach me," she said. Then she took on a confidential tone. "A friend of mine was saying that there are exercises a woman can do to build up her chest, so her boobs don't droop. Is that true? Can I do something to keep these from drooping?" She had taken her breasts in her hands almost absentmindedly and hefted and caressed them. There was a moment's silence as the men gaped; then Mark started to say, "Gee, Suzy, it doesn't look like you have anything to worry..." but Ben slapped him below the ribs and interrupted, asking, "Have you ever done bench presses? They're very good for the pectorals," and looked down at his own impressive chest. Suzy claimed not to have, so Ben demonstrated by putting a couple of 25 pound weights on the bar and lying down on the bench, facing upward. "Now this isn't very much weight for me, but if it were, it would be very important to have a spotter to help ease the weights down in case they got too heavy for me. Would you like to be my spotter?" Suzy nodded, tongue-tied at the young half-naked stud lying below her with an obvious semi-erection. She said, "Tell me what to do. Where do I stand?" Ben directed her to stand just behind his head. She stood back from him like a spectator, but adopted that famous fuckable posture of hers. Her ass was pushed out and she leaned forward, shoulders back, thrusting her perky little tits out and up. Mark moved in, placing a hand on her shoulder, and palmed her butt with the other, pushing her closer to the bar. "You need to be close," he explained, "where you can catch it if he can't support it all alone." He left his hand on her butt as she smiled at him and said, "Thanks." This position put Ben less than a foot from her cute little camel toe and gave him an unobstructed view up her t-shirt, which she ignored. The fact that she did not object to Mark's firm hand on her ass told the young man that the attention was not unwelcome, so he left it there. Taking the weights, Ben began repeatedly to pump them up and down. But these light weights were probably a joke for someone of Ben's build and he easily pressed them upward without concentration, which was a good thing because his concentration was focused on what was under my wife's shirt. Suzy may actually have been unaware of Mark's hand which was now rubbing her ass, because her attention was now focused on Ben's obvious, stiff erection. She stared at it hungrily, and if Mark had not been there, I think she might have pounced on it. As it was, they all kept their positions as Ben banged out about 50 reps, and then it was Mark's turn. Ben and Mark switched positions, Ben self-consciously facing away from Suzy as he came around behind her. But Ben did not grab her butt. No, he put his arms around her waist and pressed his straining boner right into her backside. Suzy giggled and said, "Now I know what they mean by hardbodies!" Mark was obviously hard too, just like Ben. For the first time Suzy's undivided attention appeared to be on Mark's hard-on, as if she hadn't noticed him before. Then she reached behind and rubbed Ben's erection. When Mark finished he looked up at Suzy and said, "Your turn." Then Ben added, "Wait. How will we know if it did any good? I think we need a "before and after" comparison." Suzy interjected, "I can see where this is going. I'm worried that Matt will be along any second." "You can't leave us like this. Just let us each have a little squeeze, then, OK?" Ben pleaded. "Well, Ok, then. You each get one." I had been enjoying watching this little escapade, but Suzy was right. I might come along at any time, and worse, someone else might come along planning to use the equipment. Best to stop it now before everyone got embarrassed. I crept quietly back down the hall to the entrance, spent some time trying to find the handle in the dark and opened and slammed the door as if I had just arrived. "Hey, Suzy!" I hollered. "You in here?" As I came into the exercise room, everyone was packing up. "Oh, hi, guys," I said to Ben and Mark. "Hey, Suze," I said to a flushed Suzy at the other end of the room. "We're going to have to start getting ready for the boat." Suzy and I had arranged a boat trip to the opposite shore of the lake, followed by a horseback ride up into Rocky Mountain National Park. We wouldn't be back until about nightfall. Mark and Ben were avid fly fishermen, and had their own plans. So the boys would just have to struggle along without us. We had a wonderful day together, marred only by a certain distractedness on Suzy's part and nervous suspense on my part. We were leaving for Denver International Airport early tomorrow morning, so whatever was going to happen would have to take place tonight. During the day, I had plenty of time to go over my thoughts and feelings. My response to Suzy's first episode with Ben had surprised me - I was much cooler about it than I expected to be. Yesterday, Suzy had made it clear to Ben what the limits were, and had done nothing to make me think that she loved me any less than she always had - if anything, she was more attentive and appreciative today than usual. Having Mark thrown into the mix was a bit of a curveball. Our marriage agreement allowed us to have occasional sexual experiences with other people on rare occasions, but we never considered multiple partners. On the other hand, Suzy had never had such an experience before in her life, and I think the prospect really excited her. Somehow, an experience with two young studs instead of one felt to my mind like a purely sexual experience and therefore more likely to be free from possible lasting emotional entanglements, which was the real threat. So in a sense, Mark and Ben together were less threatening to me than Ben alone. That evening we never met up with Ben and Mark. We went back to the motel - I mean 'resort' - room and turned on the TV. We watched a sitcom together for a while; then Suzy disappeared into the bathroom. She reappeared a bit later in the gym clothes she had worn that morning, which she had washed in the sink and hung up in the shower to dry during the day. "I'm going to take a few laps on the treadmill," she said, with a trace of nervousness. "I think it will help me sleep." "OK, honey," I replied. "I'm kind of beat myself, so I think I'll go ahead and turn in. Be sure to take your key with you." She kissed me good night, with an extra little bit of warmth, and told me she loved me. Then she left. I gave her five minutes head start, and then followed her. I had anticipated this move and prepared by secretly picking up the key to the exercise room immediately after we got back from the boat ride. Since it was after nightfall I had no worries about being seen. I let myself into the laundry building quietly and crept down the hall. Without the sun outside, the only light came from the bright fluorescent lights of the exercise room. I was in complete blackness as I watched through the door. Inside, Suzy and the boys sat facing each other on the benches. Suzy was in her gym clothes but the two men were dressed in long trousers and shirts more appropriate for the cold mountain air. They didn't appear to have come here with the intention of exercising - what a surprise. The three were talking with each other about their respective days. There was a nervous tension in the air. They didn't seem to know quite how to get started, although from the places people were staring, they obviously had more on their minds than small talk. Finally, Suzy piped up, "Well, if I'm going to exercise, I'm going to start by stretching." Facing away from the young men, she bent at the waist to touch her toes. Still bent double, she looked to the side and said, "Remind you of anything?" Ben chuckled. "I liked it better yesterday. It was a better view" "You're not going to get to see that again buster." Suzy paused a moment, and then added, "at least not right away..." Suzy stood back up, spread her legs a bit more than shoulder width, and then did a series of stretches to either side that were designed to stretch the abductor and adductor muscles. This caused her gorgeous little buns to clench up like soccer balls. The two engineers sat and watched. Suzy did several more exercises that showed off her body to good effect, and then said, "OK. I'm ready." Mark glanced at Ben and then spoke. "It's kind of warm in here. I think we need to take our shirts off again." Suzy grinned. The two boys made a ritual of pulling their shirts off, showcasing their excellent physiques. Suzy took a place in the middle of the bench and watched carefully. When they were done, she swallowed and said, "Shall we go back to the exercise we were doing this morning? Were you boys going to test my titties to see if your exercise makes them firmer?" As she had yesterday, she placed both hands on top of her head, thrust her chest forward in open invitation, and gently wiggled it. They sat on either side of her and looked at her chest. Tentatively, gently, each took a breast in their hand and began to softly rub it. Suzy sighed and closed her eyes. Those boys must have been great engineers if the way they checked out Suzy's tits was any indication. They rubbed and kneaded them, and ran their fingers back and forth over her jutting nipples. Suzy's face became flushed. She looked nervously at what they were doing, then at the ceiling, then closed her eyes and groaned. The boys' hands went farther afield, rubbing her side, back, shoulders, ass and lap. Mark leaned forward and kissed her nipple through the t-shirt and nipped it gently with his lips. Meanwhile, Ben was kissing her neck. He had insinuated a hand under Suzy's shirt, and rubbed her breast and nipple skin on skin. It appeared that his other hand was busy on her butt, and it might even have been in her pants - I couldn't tell. Suzy was enraptured, and didn't even have a comment when Mark lifted her shirt and said, "I think you'd be better off with your shirt off. It's really hot in here. Besides, we need to see if they start to look any different." Suzy has stunning breasts, and the boys attacked them hungrily once they were out in the open. They each began to suck on a nipple while Suzy moaned and clenched and unclenched their hair in delight. Ben's free hand was insinuating itself between Suzy's legs, where he began to rub her gym shorts at the crotch. At this, Suzy jumped up, and said, "You guys didn't come dressed right. I can't do my exercise without help. You need to get out of those trousers." They started to unceremoniously take them off as if they were in a locker room, but Suzy stopped them. "No. Let me do it." Mark stood facing her, and she studiously began to work the belt, button and zipper. I admired how, sitting there, she was at her fuckable best, with her fully rounded athletic ass protruding, leading to a dramatic inward curve of her lower back, and then a stately rearward incline to her shoulders, seeming to consciously thrust her chest forward. Her breasts jutted at such an angle that the nipples actually pointed upward above the perfect, creamy white swell of her lower breast. And boy, were her nipples stiff. She grabbed the sides of Mark's pants and pulled them down, leaving the jockey briefs in place. They bulged, obscenely stretched by Mark's large, stiff member, and there was a moisture spot at the tip where he had already begun to leak in anticipation. "My goodness!" Suzy cried, wide eyed. "That looks uncomfortable. Are you going to be able to do anything with it looking that way?" "I can do a lot with it," Mark said, with a sneering tone in his voice that I didn't quite like. "If you don't like how it looks, I can show you how I hide it." Suzy suddenly got serious. "Ben didn't tell you. OK. Here's the deal: you can't..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can't fuck you. OK. I've got it. You might change your mind, though..." Ben shot Mark a glance that brought him up short. Mark went on. "Sorry. Yeah, I understand the rules, and that we're not going to get emotional and all. There are lots of things we can do though, right? Let's just have fun before you leave tomorrow." The awkward moment wasn't exactly smoothed over by this, but Suzy changed the subject and it passed. The new subject was Ben and my woman turned now to work on his pants. Ben wore boxers, and one of the legs was held up strangely at ninety degrees by his stiff cock. "Good grief," she exclaimed, amused. "This just won't work at all." She sighed as if forced to a difficult decision. "I guess we'll just have to get rid of these things because they aren't doing anything useful like this." She ran a hand up the back of each boxer leg, grabbed a handful of firm, manly butt meat in each hand, and nipped the waistband in her teeth. She pulled the shorts down part of the way with her teeth and then took over with her hands so that when Ben's meat sprang free it smacked her in the ear and sprang up under her hair. She turned her head to the side and grasped it with her lips and began rubbing her tongue underneath, massaging his urethra with it. But only for a moment. She looked at Mark and said musically, "Let's do you. C'mere." She really could just let a bad moment pass - I've always loved that about her. Mark came over and she made an attempt to get a hold of his waistband with her teeth, but the band was too tight so she had to do it with her hands. She made up for it by praising Mark's cock, rubbing it with her hands, and kissing the tip. Mark grinned at her in a stupid but friendly way. "OK," she announced. Time for my exercises. Where was I? Oh yeah. Lying on my back being checked out by two gorgeous guys." She lay on the bench looking up at the two guys. Ben started to add weights but then thought better of it. "Let's start you with just the bar. It's pretty heavy all by itself." They actually got serious for a moment, and Suzy actually did some lifting. It was an Olympic-style bar, so it weighed 45 pounds by itself. That was enough of a challenge for a girl like my little Suzy. She banged out 6 reps and then placed the bar in the rack with the help of the two young men, who then stood on either side of her head, dicks sticking out. Suzy giggled, then said, "'Ever hear of the fox and the grapes? I'll bet those grapes aren't sour. Or the branches, either." She sat up and took turns licking their penises with her tongue and lapping at their balls, grinning. She also squeezed and rubbed their little round asses for her own enjoyment. Posture and Imposture Ch. 02 I figured the boys were probably as stupid and single-minded as dogs right now, but Mark actually said something intelligent. He said, "You're overdressed." It wasn't brilliant, but it had elements of intelligence. Suzy grinned and placed her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. "Why, Mark. Are you trying to get a look at my pussy? Don't you know you're not supposed to see a married woman's pussy?" Mark said a second intelligent thing. "Please?" Suzy let out a giggle, wriggled, and began to lower her pants. She got them down to where a wisp of trimmed pubic hair showed and looked back at Mark. "What will you give me if I take them off?" Mark and Ben both groaned. Ben said, "What do you want?" "I want you both to eat me out. Mark first and then Ben." They both agreed enthusiastically. "Sure." "Damned straight." "OK. One more thing. We have to turn the fluorescent lights out - somebody might look in the window. Turn on the lamp over there." This referred to a reading lamp in the corner. In a flash, the room was dim. The lamp was not very useful for reading because it was only 40 watts, but as my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I could tell better what was going on. Also, I felt that I could approach closer to the door without being seen peering from the hall. "I took yours off, Mark, so you take mine off. Yeah, like that. Oh, you naughty boy. Can you believe how wet it is? That's from thinking about you, and all your muscles and your big, firm, AH!! Oh, jeez, Mark. Your tongue feels so... AH!! Put your finger in there. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Put in two fingers. Yes. Don't stop." I'd never heard Suzy so vocal. I think this was part of the two-lover experience; she was describing everything Mark did for Ben's benefit, and vice versa. "Oh! Oh! I like what you're doing with my tits, Ben. Mark took his fingers out and he's eating my pussy. He's putting his tongue inside and Oh! Oh! He's licking, licking my, my, Oh, kiss me Ben." For a long time there were no sounds except slurping wet noises and hums and moans in different registers. Then Suzy spoke again. "Give me your dick, Ben. Put it in my mouth. Dat's goob." Her speech was muffled by Ben's dick. She started to go in and out with him while cupping his balls with her hand. "Oh, yeah, baby," Ben groaned. "I bet your husband likes this. I wonder what he'd think if he saw his little wifey doing this. Yeah, baby, you like it, don't you? You like strange meat. Take it deep." Suzy liked the encouragement, and picked up the pace. Hearing what was going on, Mark apparently wanted some, too, and left his position to stand by Suzy's mouth. I don't think he had much of an attention span. Suzy sat up straddling the bench and grabbed both dicks, one on each side. She pumped and sucked on them, first on one side and then on the other. They tried this for a few minutes, but she just wasn't able to give enough attention to either of them to bring them off. Mark became frustrated, and held her hair. "I think you've got some business down there, buddy," he told Ben. Suzy knew what this meant. "Ben, I'm dying to have you kiss my pussy. I promise you're next. Please go down on me Ben. Please?" Ben grinned. Suzy turned on the bench and lay on her back with her knees spread wide as Ben attacked his new job with loud slurping sounds. Mark positioned himself on his knees at Suzy's side and she gulped his hard dick with relish. It was awkward for her to move her head from side to side to satisfy Mark, so he grabbed a fistful of her hair and began pistoning himself in and out of Suzy's open mouth. Meanwhile, Ben must have been good at what he did, because soon Suzy was making strange sounds, louder and louder, each time Mark's dick let the air escape. It went something like, "Ga! Ga! Ga! GhA! GHAGH!" She began to buck and thrust against Ben's face, lifting the whole lower half of her body off the bench; then she collapsed on the bench limp. Mark did not let up. He continued to pump his hips against the limp Suzy's face until he came in her mouth with a loud groan. She grabbed his dick with her hand and wearily slurped it all down. "Oh, Ben," she croaked. "You are good at that. Thank you. You'd better come up here and get your reward." Mark wandered over to the side and Suzy sat up and scooted to the end of the bench to face the frustrated and excited Ben standing in front of her. She took him gently in her mouth, working slowly and teasingly. Ben was in agony. "Faster, Suzy. Please, Suzy, do it a little faster." With Ben's coaxing she did speed up, but only enough so that it wasn't torture. Meanwhile, Mark sat straddling the bench behind her and reached around to play with my wife's boobs and still prominent nipples. He squeezed and pulled them as Suzy worked on Ben, and when Ben started to groan signaling his impending release, Mark urged him, "Do it on these! Squirt all over these when you come," holding out her tits. Ben grinned. Pulling out of Suzy's mouth, he pointed his glistening purple pole at her; then performed the last few strokes by hand. The first couple of ropes were powerful and landed on Suzy's face and in her hair, but subsequent squirts landed all over Suzy's breasts, which Mark manhandled in Ben's direction, her shoulders and her lap. Mark rubbed Ben's hot cum sloppily into Suzy's breasts and Ben soon joined him. Suzy's head lolled backward, facing the ceiling, as these two studs squishily mauled her upper body with sperm. This sexy scene, plus the stimulus of his crotch rubbing against Suzy's naked back had brought Mark back into action. Suzy glanced back at him. "You like rubbing against me, don't you. Would you like to rub against this?" She thrust her butt backwards. Mark grinned in answer, so Suzy scooted to the far end of the bench and lay down on her stomach. "Rub that bad boy all over me", she coaxed. "I want your cum all over me, just like Ben's." Mark placed his dick in the crack of her ass and started to rub up and down while gripping her cheeks. "That's nice, Mark. I can feel your balls rubbing up against my little butthole." This really was working, and Mark seemed to be enjoying himself, but then he went too far. He started to wiggle his finger into Suzy's anus. Suzy won't let me use her backdoor (yet), so I was sure she wouldn't let Mark, either. She told him several times to stop but he kept trying to invade her butt with his finger and eventually with his dick, so in frustration Suzy rolled over onto her back. Now she was lying on her back at the end of the bench, her legs spread as wide as possible, almost at right angles, showing her pussy to Mark. "Try rubbing the outside of this", she offered. Mark slowly rubbed the underside of his penis against her clitoris and swollen lips, while bucking his hips in a fucking motion. He began to groan, and it sounded as if he was about to get off from the friction. "Oh, my god, Mark. That feels wonderful! You're about to make me cum doing that, baby!" Mark stroked up and down. Then he slowed, and his hand went to his dick and positioned it. Then he pushed forward slowly. "Oh! Oh!" Suzy cried. "Oh, Mark! Oh!" Mark continued to push forward slowly. My wife took two rasping breaths, then said, "Oh, Mark. You can't do that. Take it out of me. That was the deal." Mark said, "Oh, sorry. It must have slipped in." He stood motionless, neither putting it in further nor pulling it out. Suzy insisted. "Mark! You have to take it out!" Mark held his ground, "It's OK. It's just sitting in there. I'm not fucking you with it. Now that it's in there, why don't you take a look at it? It's really sexy!" He was using his thumbs to rub the stretched lips around his cock as he said this. Suzy leaned forward and saw Mark's meat half buried in her hole. Her mouth was open and her eyes wide. Mark grinned. Then he began to push again, and his cock began to disappear further and further into my wife's cunt. He coaxed, "Just let me put it all the way in once, and then I'll take it out." He kept slowly but steadily pushing while my wife stared, speechless, her naked breasts heaving. When their pubic hair met and he bottomed out, he ground his pubic bone into Suzy's clitoris in circles. A deep, involuntary groan escaped her open mouth. Then, at the same maddeningly slow pace, Mark pulled back. Suzy could only stare, while Ben knelt motionless behind her. But when Mark was almost out, he stopped and began to push in again. A look of horror crept over Suzy's face, and she cried, "Mark! You have to get out now! I really mean it!" Mark just grinned. He addressed Ben. "Hey buddy. Just hold her for me a little bit, OK? You know she likes it. If I get ten good strokes in, she'll be begging for more. She'll let you do her too. Just hold her shoulders down. You might want to put your shorts in her mouth in case she tries to holler." I don't know whether Ben would have done any of this or not, but Suzy did have time to say one important thing. "Matt? Hey, Matt. You're going to have to put a stop to this. Help me!" For a stupid moment I wondered who Matt was. Matt? Oh, that's me. I stepped into the room and turned on the fluorescent lights, blinding everyone. I had the advantage of surprise, but I didn't really need it. I may not be a large, intimidating man, but I've been a martial arts enthusiast all my life and teach ju-jitsu twice a week at the YMCA. As it happened, I didn't need to do anything about Mark. Suzy drew her knees to her chest and launched her feet with all her strength into Mark's solar plexus. He bounced back onto the floor on his ass with a wheeze. I stepped over to Mark before he could think and placed him instantly in a thumb lock. This made him as gentle as a baby. I then looked at Ben. "Are you going to leave peacefully?" Ben's mouth was open. "Yeah. Sure. OK." Come to think of it, Ben said that a lot. "Just let me grab our clothes." "Leave the clothes." Ben smirked and started to collect the clothes, ignoring me. He never knew what hit him. In an instant he was standing on tiptoe with his elbow in the air and his wrist locked. If you've never been in a joint lock, you're missing an experience. With a properly applied wrist lock, a twelve year old girl could lead an NFL center around like a kitten. "Come with me, gentlemen," I said, and tiptoed them down the hall to the door. I let Ben open the door with his free hand. "What about our clothes?" "They'll be outside your door in the morning," I growled, and pushed the two cads off. I couldn't resist dislocating Mark's thumb in the process. It was a small price to pay, and would be his little reminder for the next week or two. Bad boy. When I got back to the room, the clothes had been tossed in a heap. Suzy sat on the bench, still naked. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Oh, sure. For the most part they didn't do anything I didn't want them to, except at the very end. It wasn't exactly rape, but it might have turned into one if you hadn't come along." "You knew I was out there?" "Of course. I'll explain later, but right now, I have a serious unsatisfied need. I need you to fuck me right now. Look at me." She was quite a sight. Her hair was tangled and matted. Her face was flushed. Her body glistened with sweat. Her chapped, swollen nipples jutted from her sticky breasts, bright red from excessive handling. Her labiae were dark purple and puffy -- more engorged than I've ever seen them -- both from physical wear and sexual anticipation. Here was Suzy at her most fuckable. I took a moment to turn off the fluorescent lights, creating a better mood. Then I shed my clothes as my wife watched, admiring. She resumed the position she had been in during Mark's atrocity, butt at the end of the bench and legs spread wide. "Put it in me," she demanded. "Slowly, so I can watch." I did, much as Mark had done. But this time, there were no complaints. This was my exclusive territory, and when I started my second stroke, just at the moment when things had fallen apart for Mark, Suzy whispered, "Yes!" I continued in and out at a very slow pace while Suzy watched. By the fifth stroke she was starting to orgasm, and she did so with every agonizingly slow stroke that followed, until I shot my hot seed deep inside her. ***---*** Back in our motel room we lay together in bed. Suzy was watching me admiringly, patiently waiting for the obvious questions. I started with, "When did you know that I knew?" She chuckled. "You knothead. From the very beginning it was obvious that Ben and I were clicking. I went out of my way to make sure you could see it, so you could put a stop to it at any time. I figured you'd either go back to your former jealousy or get turned on and want it to continue. If you had told me to stop, I would have, but I've always expected you might want to watch. I was right, wasn't I?" I nodded. "When we were on the ATVs, it was entirely your choice to leave Ben and me alone. And do you think I couldn't see your silhouette perched right above us on that rock? You're such a bad outdoorsman that I half thought you'd fall on us! It was all I could do not to look straight at you, and I had to keep distracting Ben so he wouldn't look up and see you too." "Did you know I was there yesterday morning?" "Well, I don't know anyone else who has glasses that look like yours. Did you know that they reflect light, mister detective? Especially from a dark hallway facing a bright room. Why, tonight it was so obvious that I made them turn off the overhead light before they saw you." Good grief. I shook my head in embarrassment. "And how did you know I'd be there tonight?" "I checked at the desk earlier and told them that you and I were going to work out together. They told me you had already been there to pick up the key, so I knew you'd be along. If you hadn't picked up the key I'm not sure what I would have done, but fortunately you're pretty predictable." "And the reason you described everything they were doing to you was so..." "...was so you would know. That way you could enjoy it if you enjoyed it, or put an end to it if you didn't." "So you did it all for me?" Her eyes twinkled. "What do you think?" Without waiting for an answer, she added, "We need to get some sleep, honey. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and I'm worn out." She rolled over, turned off the light and fell asleep before her little head hit the pillow. I couldn't sleep so readily. The whole business had changed something inside of me. I had found the whole episode very stimulating. My mind kept going over the last few moments with Mark. Suzy said that it might have turned into rape. It might have been worse, I thought. What Mark said might really be true and she might have given in to his advances in a few seconds. Then she'd still be there happily being fucked by the two of them. The agreement we had would have made that cheating. And if she had gone over the edge, would I feel the same way about it now as I would have before this weekend? Was it time to renegotiate the deal we had? ***---*** The End. Thanks for giving me your time. If you liked this, please vote. If you have some praise or criticism that will help me improve future tales, please add that too, either in the comments section or by email. I love getting mail from nice people, even when it's critical.