17 comments/ 90021 views/ 15 favorites Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 01 By: safebet101 They say the truth is stranger than fiction. Well, what occurred to me was so unexpected and foreign to my world that I thought I must have been dreaming, but I wasn't. Cynthia and I had been married for 22 years, we had two teenaged boys, and we both worked in the same large manufacturing company. She was 44 years old and was a supervisor in the Accounting office; I was a 43 year old Die Maker out on the shop floor. I guess Cynthia would be considered attractive; tall, slim, somewhat large breasts. She had a boob job after having a small benign tumor removed several years ago. The doctor did a great job and they stuck right out there. I think she's kind of pretty, although her nose was somewhat long and she wore those granny-type half reading glasses all the time, with a chain around her neck holding them. Cynthia was considered very conservative by everyone who knew her, including me. Earlier in our marriage, I had gone through a period of being kind of a party animal and had been unfaithful to her, nearly causing divorce on a couple of occasions. That was ancient history now though, the last ten or so years being uneventful. I gave up those bad habits for marital tranquility. Like a lot of married couples, our sex life was pretty bland. I tried to spice things up once by renting a porn movie, but she became angry and forbid porn in the house. We never discussed anything sexual. I resorted to masturbation often. I read articles on the internet about improving the quality of your sexual lives, sharing fantasies, role-playing, and those types of things. I fantasized a lot, but when I tried to discuss it with her, she said "Please! Can we get our minds out of the gutter?" My wife had to go away on a three day work related trip to Washington D.C. with her boss. Her boss was a younger guy, in his mid 30's. The idea of being jealous never crossed my mind. The trip wasn't unusual. Besides, we were casual friends with her boss and his wife, and his wife was a very attractive, younger blonde. Early that first evening, my wife called me from the hotel. We discussed the day's events, and then I heard a female voice talking in the background. I asked her who else was there. She told me that was Jill's voice, her boss's wife. She had accompanied him and they were staying in the adjoining room next door, sharing a bathroom in between. She mentioned how she would have liked to have been able to bring me along as well, but, of course, I had to work and watch the kids. Just before we hung up, we had the oddest exchange of words of our married life. I said, "Don't forget to lock the door', then added, "oh, and the bathroom door too." To which she replied in the most uncharacteristic manner, "They better lock THEIR bathroom door; I just saw Jill get out of the shower, and her bod would be enough to make a straight woman go gay", and she laughed. I heard the other woman laugh in the background as well. It struck me as pretty funny to. I asked her, "Have you been drinking?" She giggled and said, "Yeah, I guess a little. There was a little happy hour thingy down in the bar after the last meeting. We're just changing to go back down for supper." I hadn't known my wife to drink alcohol for at least 15 years. I told her, "Ok, don't do anything I wouldn't do." She replied, "Oh I won't but that gives me quite a lot of leeway, doesn't it?" To which we both had a good laugh again. Jill then took the phone, still laughing herself, she said, "Hi, this is Jill. Your wife is just a little tipsy, but don't worry, I've got her back." She gave the phone back to Cynthia; we said our goodbyes and hung up. Later that evening, still smiling about our phone conversation, I went into my wife's little upstairs office where she spent all hours of the night typing away on her computer. We both had our own computers, hers upstairs, mine downstairs. I appreciated the distance apart, especially if I was surfing for porn. I was careful to delete the History and hide my tracks. If she walked in on me I would never hear the end of it. Having just listened to a side of my wife I hadn't known existed, I had a voyeuristic urge to look into her computer files to see if I might find anything I didn't expect. I started to get a hard-on imagining I would find all kinds of porn sites she visited regularly, although I knew it was just wishful thinking. Sitting at her desk, I realized this was the first time I had ever been on her computer, at least without her standing beside me as I helped her with some computer problem. I could see she covered her tracks as well; nothing in the internet History or Favorites. I dug deeper. Trying to log onto her email, I didn't know the Password. I clicked on "Forget Password?" Aha, the secret question: Your youngest child's middle name. Wow, that was easy. I was in. Before my very eyes there was unveiled a secret world beyond any fantasy life I could have imagined. Emails from the Adult Swinger website she subscribed to, complete with her username (Beancounter69) and password. Apparently she was subscribed as a "Couple Looking for another Couple". Indeed, I sure wish I could have been included in this. In her emails, she talked about me as if I were. How strange. Then I hit the gold mine---the chat archive. Most of the chats were between her and her bosses wife Jill. I read the entire file, from the early chats where they discussed being bi-curious all the way to Jill instructing her how to subscribe to the Adult Swinger site. It seemed every step of the way, my wife was reluctant, but after reassurances from Jill, she forged ahead. Then there was the discussion of the planned get together in Washington D.C. involving four couples, Jill and her husband and two others. We were to be the fourth. To her credit, and with Jill's encouragement, my wife discussed nearly every day her trying to get the nerve to ask me to come along for this apparent swinger orgy. In the end, she just couldn't, at least not yet. She wanted to try it herself first, before she involved me. Besides, she thought there was a risk I would forbid it, and she WANTED TO GO. She had a justified concern. Her boss was involved; therefore their jobs could be at stake. I could get mad and blow the whistle. Secrecy was paramount to the venture. She would have to approach me cautiously. Jill assured her, that as an additional single female, she would be in great demand. She asked if my wife would be interested in experiencing a Bukakke (pronounced boo-cocky). She answered, "I don't know what that is, but if it involves a cock, probably. What is it?" Jill replied, "All three of the men shoot their first load of cum into your mouth and you swallow it. That's a heap of protein." Cynthia answered, "YES, YES, and GAWD YES! LOL She continued, "But I have to be a little drunk first, but not too drunk. Besides, I want to be a little drunk to get fucked in the ass too" (Smiley Face) Jill told my wife that she was going to personally undress her first, in front of the others, while everyone was still clothed. She would then take my nude wife around by the hand and introduce her. She was to drop to her knees, unzip each man's pants and give him a short, introductory blowjob. My wife was just giddy about the idea and made Jill promise to do it. I figured out from previous conversions that my wife's favorite fantasy was exhibitionism. She wanted to be stripped naked, admired, observed, lusted after and then dominated. As I sat there reading, my pants were open and I was stroking it. My old boring wife was gone. This new one was going to be a blast. I wouldn't tell her I had read any of this. I wanted her to tell me about it all in her own good time. It would be fun knowing and her not knowing I know. The couples had profiles and photos on the website, dressed, undressed and in the act of having sex. Most of the faces were obscured. One was an attractive African American couple, professional types. One photo in particular was interesting; gorgeous Jill, wearing a huge black strap-on dildo. I think my wife was going to get fucked by more than just the 3 guys! I was surprised to find some nude photos of myself. They had been taken discreetly while I was getting in and out of the shower. Good girl, I'm proud of you, you naughty devil! There were four photos of my wife, undressing and nude, standing in various positions in our bathroom using the mirror. What a slut, I LOVED it. At this point, I was envisioning a future sexual life where I was assured my wife's compliance while I fucked other men's gorgeous wives while watching her suck and fuck and lick other men and women. Isn't this any man's dream come true? She had no idea that watching her do it with other men and women was my favorite sexual fantasy. I masturbated imagining my uptight wife getting fucked from behind while licking a women's pussy. Our secret fantasies complimented each other well; she wanted to be watched, I wanted to watch. Before, I couldn't have imagined this happening in a million years. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 11:00 PM. The kids went to bed an hour ago and the house was quiet. I heard a knock on the door downstairs. Opening the door, I saw it was Jean, the housecleaning women who came by twice a week while we were at work. This was a strange hour to see her here. She walked in and right past me, explaining that she knew my wife was out of town and she had promised her she'd come over and check on me and the kids. Jean was an older woman, probably in her late fifties. She had salt and pepper hair, done up in a short, curly hairdo, like women her age get at the beauty parlor. She wore glasses thick as coke bottles, which gave the illusion her eyes were bigger than they were. She always wore a print type dress or a long skirt and blouse. I think my wife said she went to a church where the women were not allowed to wear pants. She was medium height, solidly built, but not fat at all. She acted peculiar as she walked aimlessly around the house, looking at things as though this was the act of checking up on us. She stopped and nervously said, "I've got this problem I need to talk to you about. I talked to your wife about it and she told me I should talk to you---that you would know about these things and could possibly help me." I said, "Sure, no problem. Everything's ok here. Would you like to talk now, or would tomorrow be better"? "No, no, now would be better, I waited until this hour so my husband and your children would be to bed. It's kind of personal; can we sit in the living room"? I said, "Of course, come on in and get comfortable". She gave a nervous smile and went and sat on the couch, facing slightly to the side as though I should sit there too. I sat down and she looked at me, smiled a little, looked away, then said, "I don't really know how to start, so I'll just start blabbing. I was telling your wife about Frank, my husband. You know, he's my second husband; the first, Al, died about ten years ago..." "No, I didn't know that..." She blurted on, "No, its ok---but Frank---well, he's a good hearted man, but he's not too bright. He's the janitor at the Christian Academy, you know." She continued, "It's about sex---Frank just doesn't want to have sex anymore. I have tried to talk to him about it, but he just gets mad. You might think I'm an old woman, but I like sex---I've ALWAYS liked sex." There was a silence as she looked at me, then back to her folded hands on her knees. I started to say, "Well, do you think..." She blurted out, "And I like it French---I've always been very French. Frank will have none of that!" I said, "French---as in..." She wasn't done, she said, "Just let me finish, please. Like I was telling your wife, the problem, as I see it, is being around you. You are a young and vibrant man. I have---difficulty---being around you. I almost can't control myself, even when your wife is with you." I said, "And my wife told you talk to me about it, that I could help you?" "Yes", she said, a little tearfully, "It all began one morning when your wife caught me peeking at you while you were in the shower. I offered to quit, but she insisted I stay. We've talked several times about it. She told me yesterday; tonight would be a good opportunity for me to talk to you, while she was away." She was flushed with embarrassment, looking up at me, then back down to the floor, a tear running down her cheek. One hand was nervously fingering the top button of her blouse, as though she would unbutton it at any moment. It surprised her when I stood up and started to walk away. She stammered, "I'm sorry, maybe I should leave now?" I said, "No, that's quite alright, come with me, I have to go upstairs." I walked up the stairs with her hurrying along behind me. I stopped and looked in on the kids---sound asleep, and then softly shut their bedroom doors. She followed me into my bedroom as I went over to the nightstand and clicked on the small lamp. I told her to shut the door and she complied. I stood looking out the window into the darkness. She came over and stood nervously next to me. I said, "If you want me to help you, you have to do everything I say, understood?" She stammered, "Yes, anything, whatever you say." She shuttered involuntarily when I put my hand on her back, and then I said, "Whenever you are in this room, you have to do whatever you are told. This is my room and I'm in charge." "Yes---yes sir, you are in charge." She answered. I whispered, "You like to suck cock? "Oh yes, I love that." She replied. "Well, this is my wife's room too. If we let you come in here, you will have to lick her pussy too, would you like that." She sobbed, "Oh yes, I WOULD like that." Then I ordered, "Strip, kneel down and open that cocksucking mouth." As quickly as she could she was undressed. Nice ass for an older lady, nice tits too, hell, everything looked well preserved, and white, like her skin had never seen sunlight. She knelt down and extended her tongue, saying, "Gimme that cock! Fuck my mouth, please!" My hard cock sprung out of pants, she gobbled it up greedily. While she sucked, I told her, "When my wife gets home, we might surprise her. She might catch you sucking my cock and she might want to spank you." This just made her groan and suck harder. I continued, "...and anyone else we invite, you may have to fuck and suck them too---you might get more fucking than you've had in your lifetime. Would you like that?" She couldn't talk with her mouth full, but she grunted in the affirmative. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face furiously, the end of my cock deep in her throat, gagging her repeatedly. She made a gargling noise and a string of saliva hung from her chin. Pulling out, I lifted her by the arms and instructed her to kneel on all fours on the bed. Fingering her mouth, I inserted three fingers, telling her, "Show me how you are going to suck another cock while I fuck you." She sucked and licked my fingers hungrily. I stepped back to her big round ass and gave it two slaps, making her flinch each time. Bending down, I gave the outside of her pussy and her asshole an examination with my index finger. I grabbed the baby oil from the dresser and poured a little down her butt crack. She was looking back, moaning and grunting. I ran a finger around her tight asshole rim, then inserted it, slowly pumping it in and out as she moaned "Oh, oh, oh my, oh my..." I said, "You like ass fucking huh?" She answered, "Yes, I've never done this, but your finger feels so good!" I went to the dresser bottom drawer, under wifey's nighties, and took out her vibrator. My wife didn't know that I knew it was there or even that she had it for that matter. I rubbed it on her clit and she bucked with pleasure. I put it in her hand and said, "Here, get yourself off while I fuck you in the ass. Rub it on your clit." She took it from me as if it was something she wasn't familiar with. She was a quick study and was soon rubbing herself like an expert. Jean was a crier. As she rubbed her clit, I slowly inserted my cock into and out of her tight anus. She sobbed, and then cried, telling me that she was cumming and that it felt too good to stop. I pulled my dick out and moved to the other side of the bed, standing in front of her face. Stroking my cock, I said, "Open your mouth now, I've got a load of cum for you." Her mouth opened wide and she extended her tongue. Grabbing the back of her head, my cock deep in her mouth, I bucked my hips and squirted once, twice, then a third time. She tried to swallow, but she gagged and a long stream of cum dripped from her mouth to the bed. After squeezing out the last drop, I pulled back. She bent down and licked my cum off the bedspread. "She said, "Yum that's good, that tastes so good." I put on my pajama bottoms and robe. Jean sheepishly got up and put her clothes back on. There was no kissing or embracing. This was going to be sex, raw and kinky. I asked her, "So---my wife told you to come over and talk to me about this. She told you to come over here late at night while she was gone away. Don't you find that odd? I mean, don't you think she suspected this might happen?" Jean got wide eyed and she had an astonished expression on her face. I had hit on a subject she was anxious to talk about. She said, "Now that you mention it, YES, nobody could have been more surprised than me." I said, "Tell me about it, and don't leave anything out." She said, "I hate to talk about your wife behind her back, she is such a sweet woman and is so good to me. Please don't tell her anything I said." I winked and said, "My lips are sealed, now go on." She was bursting to tell me. "The other day I was just finishing up cleaning the bathroom over there that adjoins your bedroom. Cynthia arrived home from work and came upstairs. The kids were all off with their friends somewhere; you were still at work, or somewhere, I don't know." She continued, "Well anyway, I had talked to your wife about my---you know---problem with Frank, on a couple of occasions before, and she was always a very understanding and good listener." She seemed a little hesitant to continue. Then, "You know how modest your wife is---well, I shouldn't say that, but she seems like a very reserved and modest woman, a real lady." I replied, "Yes, I agree, go on." She said, "As we exchanged small talk in your bedroom, your wife began to undress. Nothing unusual about that I guess, I mean we are two women, and women undress together all the time, in locker rooms and what-not." I said, "No---not unusual---go on." She said, "Well after she was completely nude for her shower, she stood looking at herself in the full length mirror as we continued talking. I know it was just me, but it seemed kind of sexual. I was getting uncomfortable and I was having trouble concentrating on what we were talking about." She continued, "I think your wife noticed me staring at her body and she seemed amused at how flustered I was getting. Then she asked me if I thought she had a nice body, for an old lady." I asked, "Yeah? Did you think she had a nice body?" She excitedly answered, "Yes! I told her she had a wonderful body! I think she was a little amused at my enthusiasm. Then she scared me a little bit." I couldn't hold back a smile when I asked, "Now what did my wife do that scared you?" She answered, "Well, maybe scared isn't the right word---but as I stood across the room from her, at the foot of your bed, she turned towards me, gave me a sexy little smile, put her hands on the top of her thighs, and walked across the room towards me, real sexy like, moving her shoulders to make her breasts sway back and forth." Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 01 She went on, "I was so surprised, I went to step back, but ended up stumbling on the foot of your bed and found myself suddenly sitting down. Your wife stopped and bent over, and I was staring at her swaying breasts, just inches from my face." I chuckled, "So did you suck her nipples?" Jean answered, "Lord no, I was so surprised, stunned, that I just sat there trembling, staring at her breasts, then down below too. That's when your wife told me about her going away for a few days, and told me to come over here and talk to you. You know the rest. She made me promise." She continued, "Then she just walked away toward the bathroom, asking me to please shut the door on the way out." Jean's story had made my cock hard again. I asked her, "So, do you think my wife was giving you permission to do what we did?" She answered, "Yes---no, well I'm not sure, but I think so. She knew the difficulty I was having being around you, we had discussed that. Do you think she will be ok with it? I'm not going to tell her, I promise you that!" I smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll decide. I'll tell her, when the time is right, if ever. Who knows, maybe we could tell her together? That might be fun. She might get off on it." Jean had a worried look on her face now. She said, "Oh I hope so. I don't want to cause any trouble, honest. It's just been so difficult for me; sometimes I don't know what I'm doing. I masturbate a lot; maybe I need to talk to someone..." I interrupted, "No, you are fine. You just have too much bottled up sexual energy. You need to release it. It's going to be alright." Jean had more to say, "I should tell you, it has helped me to talk through some of my problems. I have a good friend at church, Sue, I have told her about you and other things. She doesn't know you though, so I hope you aren't mad. I don't want to betray your confidence." I said, "No, not at all. Everyone needs a friend to confide in. So tell me about Sue, who is she?" Jean answered, "She's a widow, about my same age. We volunteer for things at the church together and have grown close enough to discuss personal things, that's all. She seems to be able to identify with me and what I'm going through, being an attractive widow and all." I said, "So she's attractive eh? Tell me about her and your friendship." Jean hadn't a clue where I was heading with this and continued on. She was honest to the point of a fault and liked to talk first, think later. She replied, "Oh yes, very attractive. Everyone at the church thinks so. She's kind of wealthy too, I think. I clean her house too, although she keeps it so spotless, sometimes I don't see the point. Jean continued, "Sue is tall and thin, very prim and trim, as they say. She has beautiful silver hair, always perfect. She's smart too, like you. The other women at church are a little leery about letting their husbands get too close to her. I think it's so unfair." I asked, "But the two of you have some things in common?" She answered, "Well yes, personal stuff. I hate to talk about her, but I guess its ok, seeing that I talked to her about you. Most women our age still have sexual needs, but like many women in similar circumstances, not many outlets—so to speak." She continued, "When her husband passed away, she and I were cleaning out her garage and found a brown grocery bag. Inside the bag, was a bunch of triple X porn VHS tapes. They looked like they were pretty old, like from the 1980's. There was a VCR tape player machine on the shelf as well." Sue had said, "Well, the old bastard, looks like we found his porn collection." Jean said, "Some days later, I found the tape player in her bedroom connected to her television. While cleaning, I noticed the brown grocery bag on the floor of her closet, behind her shoes." "Sue later confided to me that she watched the tapes as a way to stimulate herself while she masturbated. I was grateful she told me. It made me more comfortable discussing some of the more unseemly aspects of the sexual fantasies I was always having." I asked, "So did you ever watch the tapes? Did the two of you watch them together?" "Oh no", she replied, "Never anything like that. However, she did tell me once to feel free to borrow them if I wanted to. I told her I would never dare bring something like that into our house, Frank would have a fit. Besides, we didn't own a VCR." Jean said, "Sue gave me permission to watch them whenever I wanted while she was away, which was often. I did, and really got an eyeful. They were different, but many were about older women and younger men. I could identify with that!" I said, "So does Sue have a boyfriend?" She answered, "No, Sue said she hasn't had sex with a man in 20 years. Apparently her and her husband went without for about 10 years before he passed on." I asked, "So, did you tell Sue you were coming over here tonight?" She answered, "Yes, that was alright, wasn't it?" "Yes, I'm glad you did. Did she try to talk you out of it, or did she encourage you to come?" Jean's eyes got wide and she said, "No, no, she told me to go for it. She is dying to know every detail!" I stood in front of her and dropped my pajama bottoms, saying "I want you to tell Sue how I came twice in your mouth." She looked at my cock excitedly, saying, "Yes, I will, I'll tell her. Do the nasty in my mouth again!" Sitting on the bed, Jean stroked and sucked and slobbered and moaned. With considerable more effort than it took the first time, she soon had me squirting again. This time she was careful not to let a drop spill, savoring it with relish. I had never known a woman that enjoyed eating cum so much, although the recent revelations about my Jekyll and Hyde wife made me wonder who was the biggest cum whore. When I finished, I told Jean, "My wife will be home Saturday. Tonight is Wednesday. Friday night, the kids are spending the night at their grandma's house. I want to meet your friend Sue. I would like you to arrange for her and I to meet Friday night. Could you do that?" Jean was astonished—flabbergasted! She stammered, "Now wait. I don't know about that. I don't know if she would do that. A woman like that could probably have a man whenever she wanted, but she's gone so long. I dunno about that..." I interrupted, "You just tell her. She'll either say yes or no. I insist. Are you going to be my good little fuck toy and do as I ask? Or are you going to deny me the first favor I ask of you?" Poor naïve Jean looked down sadly and said, "I'm sorry, that was pretty selfish of me. I'll ask her. No, I'll do my best to convince her. I'll talk to her about it tomorrow, I promise. It might be embarrassing." Thursday evening Jean the housekeeper called. She said, "I talked to Sue today about what you asked me to. She asked me for your phone number and I gave it to her." I asked, "So did she say yes or no? Did you tell her about our encounter?" "Yes", she answered, "She questioned me about every detail. She thought it was wonderful. However, she didn't indicate to me whether she would call you or not, and I didn't press her." I told her she did good and said goodnight. Later that evening, I decided to look at my wife's email again. She had some new email, one caught my attention, and it was from her new friend Jill. It was titled PICS. In it, Jill says, "Here ya go Sweety, Good Girl." Attached were four photos of my wife: The first showed her smiling, standing nude, with Jill beside her clothed. The second, kneeling nude in front of a black man with about a third of his long cock in her mouth. Third, showed the rear view of four women, standing with their arms over each other as if in a chorus line. Fourth, and the most amazing, my wife on her knees on a bed, facing the foot of the bed. The black man is ramming her from behind, while the man standing in front of her is shooting his load into her mouth. An unknown nude woman is beside her fondling my wife's tits. All the photos had black bars over the person's eyes to hide their identity. Like the Lone Ranger or Zorro, it didn't hide it very well, at least if you knew the person. Friday evening I returned from taking the kids to grandma's, undressed and got into the shower. I faintly could hear the telephone ringing. I would let the machine get it. After getting dressed, I listened to the phone message. At first there was a brief silence, and then a sweet older woman's voice began, a little unsure. "Hello---this is Jean's friend. I was hoping to talk to you this evening. You may call me at this number. Thank you. Goodbye." I dialed her up. I decided to be mysterious and not use names. When she answered I said, "Hi, is this Jean's friend?" She answered, "Yes it is---how are you tonight?" "I couldn't be better." I answered. "Listen, I was hoping you and I could meet tonight. Jean speaks very highly of you. I've been looking forward to meeting you with great anticipation." She was an articulate woman and spoke with a sensual understatement. She said, "I've been looking forward to meeting you with much greater anticipation, I assure you. Would you please come over and be my guest, around eight-ish? I can give you the directions." This woman was a cool cucumber. I answered, "That might not be necessary. I was hoping to bring Jean along. She knows the way." When Sue spoke, I noticed some hesitation, but she handled it without breaking her stride. "Oh? Of course, Jean is a good friend and always welcome. My only concern would be if you wanted to discuss anything intimate; intended for my ears alone. I'll leave that for you to decide." I answered, "Oh, what I desire from you couldn't be more intimate and is intended for you alone. But Jean is such a nice woman, and I owe her for the opportunity to meet you. I thought it might be fun for her just to be present, that's all. You might find it enjoyable as well." After a short pause she spoke again. She was trying to hide the fact she was beginning to breathe a little faster. "So---you ARE an adventurous spirit. I think I'll leave the night's agenda in your hands." I continued, "Jean raves about your extensive video collection. Perhaps a movie would be nice." Sue answered, "I don't know how extensive it is, but I think that is a marvelous idea. I'll let you pick the movie." At first Jean was a little confused and reluctant, but she gave in so easily. She drove over and left her car at my house, riding over to Sue's in mine. Before long we were at her front door. She greeted us both with a standoff-ish hug and peck on the cheek. She said, "Welcome to my home. It is so nice to have guests like this." You could tell she must have been a real socialite in her day, but those days had passed her by some time ago. The two women were a study in contrast. Truly the woman of the house and the housekeeper. Sue was bubbly and confident; Jean was appreciative of being welcomed to her employer's home. Sue was a little taller than Jean, had silver hair, a trim waist, small breasts, and had what looked like a perky butt. She wore a tight black skirt that zipped up the side and a thin white blouse. I imagined she might be in her early 60's, but only looked younger, being very well maintained. Jean wore a belted blue and white print dress and a necklace of fake pearls. The belt drew her dress tight around her waist and accentuated her larger breasts. Her top two buttons was undone, showing a bit more cleavage than usual The sexual tension and anticipation was so thick you could cut it with a knife. There is nothing more erotic. There was no hurry. My bulging half hard dick pressed against my trousers the minute Sue opened her front door. "Down boy", I thought, "We have all night." We went into the living room. There were two small couches that faced one another, with a coffee table in between. They didn't face each other directly, but were angled slightly towards a large, 62 inch television, allowing both conversation and TV viewing. Our gracious host motioned towards one couch for Jean to sit, then towards the other for me. She disappeared for a few moments and returned with a tray holding a bottle of wine and three tall wine glasses. As Sue filled the glasses, Jean seemed a bit anxious, saying, "Is that wine? Do you think we should?" I did recall my wife saying that their church didn't allow alcohol. Sue assured her, "Relax Jean, its only wine---you know, like at communion? Don't let me be a bad influence though; let me offer you something else." Jean reached for the glass, saying, "No, wine is fine, I'd like to have some." Sue sat on my couch, or I guess loveseat would be a more appropriate description, but not too close to me. We indulged in some idle chit chat, drinking wine, first one glass, and then another. I noticed Jean was the first to empty her glass and was soon pouring her third. As we talked, I noticed Sue would cross her legs in a ladylike manner. Her hand seemed to accidentally catch her hem and innocently pull it up a little, each time revealing a bit more leg. They were nice legs. She would catch me glancing at them and give me a little smile, then look away. I was surprised when Sue said, "I hear you have a lovely wife. Cynthia, isn't it? Jean has told me so much about the two of you. I hope someday I get the opportunity to meet her." Jean was obviously getting tipsy. She spoke up, saying, "Oh yes Sue, you would like her. She is SOOO nice; and SUCH a lovely woman." I answered, "My wife's away on a trip, but she'll be home tomorrow. I'm anxious to see her." Sue winked at me and said, "I bet you are. But tonight I guess you're going to have to settle for the two of us. I hope we can help keep your mind off of her at least for a little while." I said, "Missing who?" They both broke into loud laughter. Their inhibitions decreased with each sip of wine. More of Sue's legs were exposed, and I noticed Jean had picked up on that and was doing the same thing with her dress hem. It seemed I would soon know the color of their panties! Then I said, "Seriously, I'm rather anxious for you to meet my wife. It's a shame she's not here right now. I suspect she might be enjoying this as much as I am." Sue gave Jean a quizzical glance and seemed a little surprised, not knowing whether I was being humorous or serious. Jean gave her an uncommitted expression but then a little affirmative nod. Sue waited a moment, letting it sink in, or for me to say I was just kidding. When it became apparent I wasn't, Sue said, "Now isn't THAT interesting. I think I'll plan a little Sunday brunch just for the two of you. Be sure you talk to her first to be sure she would be interested, would you do that?" I told her I would, at the first opportunity I had to discuss it with her. Events were unfolding pretty much as I had anticipated. Sue and I did most of the talking. Jean seemed to just watch and listen, mesmerized, sipping on her wine, taking it all in. Sue went to "freshen up". When she returned, it was Jean's turn to go. Sue rubbed her fingers along my neck as she passed behind me. She sat back down, but this time a little closer to me. As she crossed her legs, her hand adjusted her hemline up to the appropriate, sexiest length, midway between her knee and her pussy. My cock was swelling again and was extended down into the leg of my thin trousers, the outline of the head clearly visible. As she talked, Sue made a deliberate point of allowing me to see her gaze go down to my crotch, then back up to my eyes. When her gaze met mine, I lowered my eyes to her breasts and on down to her legs, then up again. While Jean was gone, I said, "You don't mind Jean being present, do you? She seems very content to watch and listen." Sue whispered, "I have to confess, I had my reservations. But now that you are both here, I'm finding it erotic beyond anything I could have imagined. The only thing that might be more erotic would be if it was your wife sitting over there on that couch." I answered, "I agree with you there. Or perhaps my wife would be sitting here and I'd be over there watching and listening?" Sue lost her cool composure a bit and her face flushed red. Her mouth formed a kind of an astonished O. For the first time, she seemed at a loss for words. Finally she said, "Well, I've read that's something every woman has fantasies about. I guess I'm no exception. Some of the woman on woman scenes in X rated movies makes me---well---they have the desired effect on me." She continued, "Jean told about an---incident---with your wife." I broke in, "Yes, she described it to me too." Sue said, "Jean didn't know quite what to make of it, and frankly, I didn't either. It was either completely innocent, or your wife has quite a playful streak and a great sense of humor. She sounds like a fascinating person and I just know I'm going to like her." Jean came back and sat back down, picking up her wine glass and downing the last of it with relish. Reaching to pour another glass she said, "So what did I miss, anything interesting?" I answered, "Not much, we were just about to start a movie, any suggestions?" Jean said, "Oh no, not me, you two decide." Sue said, "You pick one. They are over there next to the VCR. I have both VHS and DVD." I said, "I feel a little nostalgic for a VHS. Let's see what we have." Sue had stacked the tapes in the rack, next to the DVD's. Looking them over, they were all X rated. I picked up the top one, titled "Taboo" something or other and read the plot line out loud. "Sex starved older women can't get enough of their son's young stud friends. Let's start with this one." Jean innocently said, "That's a good one". Sue chuckled and said, "Yes, sex starved older women, good choice." After I put the tape in I sat back down next to Sue. We were close enough this time that our hips were touching. I started the movie using the remote, then leaned back and put my hand on her bare thigh near her hemline. Her hand went to my thigh, just an inch below where my cock bulged. Jean's eyes seemed to look even larger than usual through her coke bottle thick glasses. She stared open mouthed, looking back and forth from the action on the screen to Sue and me. The alcohol was having an effect on Jean. As she watched the porn movie, she lost some of her inhibitions. One hand was in her bra rubbing her nipple; the other was up her skirt fingering her pussy. Sue's fingers had made their way to my cock and she rubbed it deliciously through my trousers. I was gently rubbing the top of her thigh and her wet pussy lips through her panties. The action on screen was adding to the excitement. The brunette MILF with the huge tits was being rammed from behind by one big cock, while the young black stud standing in front of her stroking his cock began to shoot his cum into her face and mouth, cum dripping everywhere. Sue quietly gasped, "What a waste!" As my finger moved her panties aside and felt her wetness, I asked, "What's a waste?" She answered, "All that cum, yummy. Black, white, yellow, men, women; I'm not prejudiced. Jean chimed in, "Oh my gawd, a big black cock, can you imagine?" I stood up and moved the coffee table from between the couches. I stood facing Sue. I took off my shirt, then my shoes and socks. Sue sat up so she was perched on the edge of the couch and watched as I undid my pants and slid my shorts down to my ankles. Sue stared at my throbbing cock, licking her lips in anticipation. Jean reached over and caressed my ass cheeks. Sue moved her face close to it and began licking, her tongue darting in and out. Then she opened her mouth wide and took it deep throat, further and further, until her nose touched my stomach. Pulling away, she smiled as she looked up at me, saying, "I love your big cock." Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 01 Jean watched in fascination, saying, "Oh yeah Sue, suck that big cock." I felt Jean's tongue licking my ass cheeks. I gently took Sue by her forearms and pulled her up so she was standing. I put my hands on her small breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze, rubbing her nipples through her thin blouse and bra with my thumbs. Pulling her shoulders back, she closed her eyes and thrust her titties out, shuddering as though a chill had swept over her. She began to moan as I slid my hand into her blouse and under her thin bra, tweaking her nipple which became hard as a bullet. I took Jean by the arm and pulled her up so she was standing to the side of us. I put my arms around both of their waists and pulled the three of us close together. Sue had one hand grasping my cock; one of Jean's hands fondled my balls. Sue was nervous and I could feel her shaking uncontrollably. I took one of Jean's hands and guided it under Sue's shirt and bra. Jean instinctively began fondling Sue's nipple. Sue looked at Jean with a surprised look, as though she couldn't believe a woman touching her tits felt as good as a man doing it. I asked them, "Have either of you ever French kissed another woman?" They both adamantly shook their heads no. I took Jean's glasses off and set them on the table. Her eyes suddenly became normal size. With a hand on Sue's neck, I guided her face to Jean's. Both women's eyes were wide open as if in disbelief. Just as their mouths met, their tongues began dancing with each other, and soon both had their eyes closed and were sucking each others mouths hungrily. As they kissed I began to unbutton Sue's blouse and undid her bra. I told Jean, "Let's strip her naked, help me." Jean was getting into this. She quit kissing Sue and eagerly unzipped her skirt, pulling it off her. Then she grasped the top of her panties and pulled them to her ankles, Sue quickly stepping out of them and kicked them aside. The bottle of wine was empty, so I asked Sue, "Do you have any more wine?" Surprised, she answered, "Of course, would you like me to get us some more?" I shook my head in the affirmative. As she walked towards the kitchen, completely nude, she turned and watched us watching her, shaking her head, she said, "You are a rascal, aren't you?" When she returned, she put the bottle on the table. I took her by the waist and pulled her to me and kissed her. She took my tongue in her lips and sucked like it was a cock. Jean was sitting close by on the couch, watching us as though we were a porn movie. Stepping closer to Jean, I put my hand behind her head and pulled her face to my cock. She sucked like a woman possessed. I had one hand on Sue's ass, the other between her legs, fingering her pussy. She lifted one leg and put it on the couch next to Jean. Pulling away from Jean, her mouth made a wet pop sound as my cock came out of her mouth. Taking the back of her head again, I guided her face to Sue's pussy. She resisted at first, but complied as I applied more strength to the back of her head. Sue backed away a bit, but I thrust her hips towards Jean's mouth with the hand that firmly grasped her ass. Sue stroked my cock with one hand while she spread her legs and accepted Jean's mouth. Jean licked and sucked that pussy with even more passion than she sucked cock, if that were possible. I sat on the edge of the couch and with both hands on Sue's hips, turned her ass was towards me and pulled her pussy down onto my cock. She was tight, but very wet. As my cock entered her, inch by inch, she let out a long moan. I fucked her hard, lifting her so just my cock head was in, then bucking my hips and forcing her down by her hips. She turned her head towards me and said, "Remember, you have to come in my mouth---TWICE!" I said, "Oh yeah baby, the first isn't going to be long now." She cried out, "Not yet, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I eee, eee, eee!" Jean knelt in front of us, watching in awe as my cock slide in and out of Sue. I told her, "Keep licking!" Jean bent to the task, her long tongue licking Sue's clit, and then my shaft as it came out and in. Sue was chanting with each thrust, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." I pulled Sue up and off my cock, saying, "Here I cum baby!" Sue spun around, grasped my cock and balls and took it deep into her mouth, pumping and sucking, her lips making a loud smacking sound as she sucked. She squealed in pleasure as I shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed, but then tilted her head back and pulled away, opening her mouth; showing she still had a mouthful of cum. Turning towards Jean, she leaned in to kiss her. Jean's mouth met Sue's full on, and their tongues were soon both covered in the white sticky stuff, which they both then swallowed greedily, Jean saying, "Oh that's good." We all sat back on the couches, Jean on one, Sue and I on the other. Jean was wiping her face with a napkin and turned her attention to the big screen TV action (apparently a mature mom-teenage son swapping orgy). Jean was still fully dressed. I guess she was being patient, hoping she would get a turn soon. Referring to the movie, I asked Jean, "Would you do that?" Without hesitation she laughed and said, "YES, are you kidding me?" I said, "Maybe someday the opportunity will come knockin. I'll arrange a man for you, a man for my wife, and I'll bring Sue. Would you be willing Sue? I might have to share you with other men, perhaps other women?" She looked at me thoughtfully, a small smile on her face and nodded her head yes. I pushed her back and spread her legs and put my mouth to her pussy. I licked and licked her clit, my tongue darting in an out of her pussy as well. Her hands squeezed and fondled her tits. She was quick to reach orgasm and was apparently capable of having several. Afterwards, I sat back and turned by attention to the movie. Sue put her head in my lap and kissed and licked my cock. Jean was squirming in her seat as she watched us. She said, "You two are making my twat twitch." I looked down at Sue and said, "I think we need to fuck her, what do you say?" She answered, "Yes, by all means." Both women seemed to have quickly overcome there squeamishness at being with another woman. As Sue sat up on the couch, I walked over and took Jean by the hand. She smiled as she stood up. I walked her over to the sliding glass door facing Sue's backyard pool. I opened the curtains and peered into the darkness. I couldn't make out anything in particular. I asked Sue, "Didn't you say your neighbors were a couple teenage boys that were notorious window peepers?" She instinctively saw where I was going and answered, "Oh yes, the two young hunks that are on the football team. I have to keep my curtains pulled tight. They always are running around out there at night." Jean's hand reached up and pulled the front of her dress together over her cleavage. I took her hands and moved them away and reached for the belt of her dress. She said, "You devil, don't you dare!" I pulled her back towards me with her belt. I said, "I'm going to strip you naked right here where the young hunks can watch you. They are going to masturbate every night thinking about you." Now she was shaking. She said, "You're going to do it, aren't you." I replied, "Oh yes!" I unbuttoned her dress and it fell to the floor. I reached behind and undid her bra and it fell too. I pulled her panties off and she stood there looking out the window nervously. I took her by the hand and turned her around. Then I shut the curtains and walked her back into the living room. She said to Sue, "Did you see what he made me do? Goodness, those young men, seeing me naked like that? It's---it's a turn on, that's what it is. Gawd my pussy is getting wet thinking about it." Sue stood next to Jean, running her hand over her ass, feeling her tits. Jean looked like she was going to faint when Sue reached down and fondled her pussy. I told Sue to lie on her back on the soft carpeted floor. Then I had Jean kneel so her pussy was just above Sue's face. I said, "I've always fantasized about watching two women do a sixty-nine." Sue put her hands on Jean's ass and pulled her hips down, reaching up with her tongue to lick her clit. Soon both women were busy licking, sucking, finger fucking, and fondling each others assholes. I knelt behind Jean's ass and soon Sue's mouth was full of my cock. Pulling out of her mouth, I shoved it deep into Jean's pussy. I fucked her hard. It made a loud slapping sound as her bare ass hit my stomach. I could feel Sue's hands and tongue on my cock and balls. Soon Jean was cumming loudly in her usual way, sobbing and crying as if in pain, but not in any pain at all. Then it was Sue's turn as she reached down and grabbed Jean's head by the hair as Sue thrust her hips up into Jean's face. Jean put both hands under Sue's ass and practically picked her up off the floor. Then Sue firmly grasped my cock between her fingers and began pumping it, yelling "Give it up, give me that load, I want that cum boy..." Just before I shot my load I pulled out of Jean's cunt. Sue pulled my cock into her mouth in a tight lip lock. One hand squeezed my cock. With the other, she was furiously shoving her index finger in an out of my asshole. To my surprise, the finger in my ass made my shoot my load almost instantly. In fact I think I came more the second time than the first. As the three of us lay spent in a heap, Sue sucked away on my cock as if it were a pacifier. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about my wife coming home the next day. I wondered if she would have trouble not walking bow-legged. In any event, I had better rest up. I was going to fuck my wife tomorrow. Continued in Part 2 Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 02 Saturday afternoon was her homecoming. When my wife stepped out of her car, the boys and I greeted her. She had souvenirs for the kids. As we walked to the house, she whispered, "I got something for you later, big boy." That night we prepared for bed. I had taken a shower and lay on the bed in my boxers. As Cynthia shut our bathroom door behind her, she said, "Don't go to sleep, I have something for you." After her shower and some fussing around in the bathroom, my wife opened the bathroom door. She was dressed in a new nightgown. It was full length, made of a sheer white silky material. It was thin enough that her nude body could be seen beneath. She walked to the foot of the bed and spun around for me. She said, "You like?" I answered, "Wow. You are going to win Best Dressed at our next pajama party." She smiled, and I heard her catch her breath. Her eyes betrayed a quizzical look. Then she said, "Oh, I bet you say that to all the women." Creeping up the foot of the bed like a cat, she slowly pulled down my shorts and began stroking my cock. Then she took it in her mouth and began sucking. She pulled it out long enough to say, "It's been too long, I love your cock." Then she began stroking and sucking with enthusiasm. As if carried away by the moment, I said, "You love to suck cock, don't you." Without missing a beat, she roved it from her mouth long enough to say, "Gawd yes!" I pulled back, got to my feet and stood at the side of the bed. I rolled her onto her back and roughly slid her towards me, bringing her knees up over my shoulders. My cock plunged into her pussy and I fucked her hard. As we fucked, her eyes were wide open staring into mine. I pit the index finger of one hand to her lips and she parted her lips and began to lick it. Then the finger slid into her mouth and she sucked it with passion. As she stared at me with wide eyed, I replaced the one finger with three. She sucked them like a whore as I fucked her. I said, "Suck that big cock!" Her hips began to buck and muffled screams came from her throat as she exploded in an orgasm. I was close too. Pulling out, I stroked my cock with one hand while the other pulled her by the neck so her mouth was in front of my cock. She took it in her mouth and gobbled up my squirting cum like she was starving for it. As we lay in bed afterwards, she said, "Wow where did all THAT come from?" I replied, "I guess I missed you." To which she laughed, "I guess I should go away more often." I added, "Works for me. We might want to consider going away together once in awhile too, just for something different." And I gave her a wink. She just gave me an amazing smile, and had an amused questioning look in her eyes and shook her head as though she was speechless. One night the following week my wife mentioned that Jean the cleaning lady hadn't shown up that day as she usually did. She wondered if she might be sick and asked if I could give her a call and see if she was ok. She said the phone number was in her Rolodex. Later that evening, as my wife typed away on her computer chatting with her supposed "friends and family", I went downstairs and called Jean. Jean said she was nervous about coming over and talking to my wife after all that had transpired. I told her to just come over. If my wife asked her about what happened while she was away, just tell her. I mentioned not to talk about the night at her friend Sue's though. Jean was surprised, "Really, just admit it to her?" I assured her it was the best thing to do and not to worry, it would be fine. When I arrived home Thursday, Jean's normal cleaning day, my wife was already in the shower. Jean was just getting ready to go home. I asked her if she had spoken with my wife, and if so, what had happened. Jean said, "Yes, I told her everything. She made me tell her every detail. Afterwards, she said she would forgive me on the condition that I continue working for you guys and I never speak of it again. You have a wonderful wife." Going upstairs to our room, I arrived just in time to watch my wife step out of the shower. She came into the bedroom drying herself with a towel. Seeing me enter, she smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you when you get out of the shower, hurry now." She shook her tits at me. I stripped out of those work clothes and took a quick shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Cynthia was standing over by our window, nude, looking out at the bright sunny day. My cock was hard and ready for action. Still looking out the window, she said "Hurry, you are just in time to see Louise's new bikini." Now, our backyard neighbors, Bob and Louise have a swimming pool. They were both about 50 years old. Bob was retired military; Louise was a born and bred Texas gal (as she never failed to remind everyone). Louise was tall, about 5'-11". Her best feature was her long legs and incredible ass (everyone has always liked her ass, she'll tell you). She was a big boned woman, but was solid and not fat. She had rather small breasts that were still attractive. She had short, spiked red hair. She was quick to smile and joke, but had a natural stern expression that could be intimidating. I would hate to be Bob if he pissed her off. Bob was friendly and would do anything for you. He kept fit and was always lying by the pool in a lounge chair getting tan, and we jokingly referred to him as "The Sun God". He was bald on top and shaved his head. We socialized with them on occasion, but tried to keep a little distance. They lived a little too close and we were afraid they would want to visit everyday otherwise. We sometimes accepted invitations to come over and swim and drink beer, especially when it was really hot. Louise, who wasn't the sharpest crayola in the box, had a habit of telling the same stories and jokes. She swore a lot, and then would constantly apologize to my wife about her language. My wife always told her it was quite alright. Louise's favorite funny story, which I've heard half a dozen times, concerns a vacation to Mexico they once took. While Bob and his buddy were golfing, Louise and the other man's wife went on a party boat day cruise. Louise describes how she and the other woman were very popular when they demonstrated how to "do a blowjob" for all the guys. The punch line, of course, was they had told the bartender how to make the "blowjob" drink in a tube. She always would run and get the photos showing her in a tight one piece swimsuit sucking on these drink tubes. My wife would roll her eyes when she started the story. I found it kind of erotic. The message I heard was Louise liked to give and talk about blowjobs. My wife liked to get sun in our backyard by gardening and doing lawn work in her two piece swimsuit. Sometimes she would lie in a lawn chair on our back deck. In the past, my wife usually had something to negative to report about Bob and Louise. It invariably involved Bob watching her every move through his sunglasses as she was gardening; Bob trying to impress her by doing swan dives off the diving board while wearing a Speedo, or Louise strutting around half naked or talking my wife's ear off. Today was different. My wife stood in our window, nude, telling me to come and see Louise's new bikini. Our bedroom window was large, about four foot wide, and came down low enough to sit on the sill as a bench. It had louvered blinds; the six inch wide louvers went from the top to bottom. I came around behind her and slipped my arms around her and up to her breasts. Louise was wearing a bright orange and pink bikini. She was walking around the pool with the skimmer doing pool maintenance. Bob sat on his usual recliner, facing our house and the sun. He was wearing his shades and baseball cap. For all intents and purposes, he could be staring at my nude wife in the window not 100 feet away. My wife was trembling slightly as she spoke, seeming to ignore the obvious. "Do you think I would look good in that bikini, or do you think it's too skimpy?" I answered, "I would like to see you in an even skimpier one; the kind that just covers your nipples and is a string between your buns." She laughed and spun around to face me, her ass now to the window. She exclaimed "No! You wouldn't! Where could I wear something like that around here? What would people think? I'd be arrested!" I calmly said, "I would just have to take you some place where we don't know anyone, where things like that are common. Like Vegas or the Caribbean, where anything goes." She soberly looked into my eyes and said, "Really? You would do that?" I said, "We should find you one right away; hell, a couple of them." She pushed me towards the bed and gave me the best blowjob and fuck I've had in ages. I looked out the window on the way to the shower. Bob and Louise were not to be seen, they must have gone inside. I told my wife, "You must have made Bob so horny he had to take Louise inside to fuck her." She said, "Oh you! There's no way they could see me in that window, it's too dark in here." Then, "You don't suppose they could, do you, oh my goodness." She came over and stood before the window, still nude. She said, "Get dressed and go out to the mower shed and tell me if you can see in, pleeeease?" Throwing on just shorts and sandals, I went downstairs and out to the shed. The shed is just inside our yard and next to the chain link fence that surrounds the neighbor's pool. Turning towards my wife, I was a little surprised at how well I could see her. She raised her right hand and waved; I waved back with my right hand. Then she raised her left and waved; I waved back lefty. She put both hands to cover her breasts and mouthed "Oh no!" Then laughed and shook her titties at me. The following week we joked about how friendly Bob and Louise had been lately. They never missed an opportunity to wave or come over to the fence to talk, especially Bob. The following Saturday, Cynthia was in the backyard in her swimsuit tending her plants. I admired her from the upstairs window. She seemed always in the state of bending over, either giving an almost unobstructed view of her tits, or a great ass shot. I took our two teenage boys to a minor league baseball game. They enjoyed it, but like boys their age, I think they would have preferred hanging with their buddies as they usually do. When we arrived home about dark, the boys were anxious to run off to be with their friends. When I came upstairs, I heard the chime sound of my wife logging off her computer, and then she came into the bedroom while I changed. The vertical blinds were full open (of course), so I shut them before I opened the dresser drawer. Cynthia came in and sat on the side of the bed. She said, "How was the game?" I told her, "It was great, how was your day?" She answered, "You would ask me that. Well, do you want the long version or the short version?" I said, "How about the short version." She looked at me real guilty and said, "Ok, here goes---the short version. We are going over to Bob and Louise's tomorrow night for drinks." Now, the problem with getting together with the neighbors has always been the same. When they come over, you can't get rid of them. When you go over there, they won't let you leave, however, it's easier than getting rid of them. I know my wife. If she says there's a long version, she wants to tell you the long version. I looked at her and said, "Ok, you better tell me the long version." She began, "Today, after I came in from working in the yard, I came upstairs to shower and change. When I stepped out of the shower, I thought I heard something downstairs." She continued, "I grabbed a T-shirt from the dresser drawer and went downstairs. Going into the kitchen, I saw Bob knocking on our screen slider. I was so embarrassed, but I was standing behind the bar, so he could only see me from the waist up. I'm sure he didn't know I wasn't wearing pants or panties." I was becoming amused. Cynthia wanted to tell me about this. Her feigned embarrassment was really sexual excitement. I bet I get laid after she's done talking. Anyway... She continued, "Anyway, I could have grabbed a longer T-shirt. I had to keep tugging it down just to cover my belly button. You know how long winded Bob is. He wanted to talk to you, but I told him you were gone for the day." I said, "Oh, that's a good way to get rid of him. My sexy panty-less wife tells him her husband is gone for the day." I laughed. She laughed too, and then said, "ANYWAY, he says something about getting a beer from you so I said I'd get him one. As I reached for the frig, he opens the slider and walks in! I'm sure he didn't see anything, but then he stands on the other side of the bar drinking the beer and continues talking to me—you know how he is!" She went on, "As he talks, I notice he's not looking at me anyway, but at something behind me. While he was looking out the slider pointing at whatever he was talking about, I turned around and saw what he was looking at---the reflection of my bare ass in the oven door!" I looked at her knowingly and said "I see." She smiled a little but tried to act mad, saying, "No you DON'T see! I was SO embarrassed! He invited us over for drinks tomorrow night, I had to say yes just to get rid of him. Just about the time I thought my legs would give out he turned and left." I smiled and asked, "So, before you came in from doing yard work in your swimsuit, was Bob watching your every move, as usual?" She answered, "Probably, but I dunno. Louise was out there sunning herself with him, and you can't tell if they are awake or asleep when they wear their shades." I said, "I imagine they both were watching your every move. I know I would have been." She gave a guffaw, and said, "Naw. Louise? I don't think so, though I notice she sure eyeballs you whenever she sees ya." Then I said, "One last question; I don't suppose the window blinds were wide open, again, when you came in here and stripped out of your swimsuit for your shower, wide open, like they were when I got home tonight?" She looked at me sheepishly and put her hand to her mouth. "Oh---my---god. They probably think I'm such a shameless hussy! It's a wonder Louise lets him talk to me." I said, "Probably Louise sent him over here to invite us for drinks. Maybe we should just fuck them and get it over with?" Cynthia laughed and said "Shame on you! Get over here and fuck ME you naughty man." The following evening the boys left to spend the night at their friend's, which wasn't unusual in the summer. Just out of curiosity, before we left I opened our bedroom blinds and turned on a small bedside lamp next to the bed. I wanted to check out the view of our bedroom from the neighbors' poolside. We arrived at Bob and Louise's at about seven. We wore our swimsuits under our clothing because it a warm night and we usually took a dip when we visited. I brought a bottle of rum and a big bottle of coke. These affairs usually lasted awhile and I wanted plenty of ammunition. Apparently, Cynthia had recently developed a fondness for Margaritas, so we brought a bottle of Tequila and mix. She explained it helped lower her inhibitions so she could socialize better. The night proceeded much as expected, drinking, swimming, talking, stories. We sat at their umbrella table near the pool. Inside their sliding back door, the kitchen bar was lined with different bottles of booze. The frig was usually well stocked with beer. After swimming we sat around in our swimsuits drinking. Cynthia wore her usual two piece, kind of a brown and yellow color. Louise strutted around in her new orange and pink bikini. Bob and I wore plain baggy type swim trunks. I was relieved I didn't have to look at him in his Speedo all night. Louise seemed so pleased that my wife was drinking. In the past, she would only have one, then sit and listen patiently while the others drank, got louder, more exuberant, less inhibited, and generally made asses of themselves. This was a different Cynthia tonight. Later on that night we sat in the darkness; the pool area illuminated only by the blue glow of the pool light and the small glowing yard lights that dotted the area. The full moon was bright enough that the small pine trees cast shadows. When they weren't looking, I nudged my wife and motioned towards our bedroom window. From where we sat, you could clearly see into our room. I could see the front of the dresser and the mirror on the wall. If I had stood up, I could have seen the blue bedspread on our bed. Cynthia mouthed another silent "Oh no!" and put her hand over her mouth to show her feigned embarrassment. She whispered, "I'll be right back, I have to go home and change my clothes." And we both quietly laughed. Louise was buzzed and laughed hysterically at every joke. Cynthia conversed with enthusiasm, becoming more animated and talking more with her hands. As she did so, she never missed an opportunity to make her ample breasts sway back and forth. Bob never missed one sway. Of course, Louise always had some story that involved everyone always saying her ass was her greatest Ass-ett, and she laughed just as hard at her own jokes. In the moonlight, Bob was so tan he looked like a black man. When Louise mentioned that, both women made joking comments about the desirability of a well hung black man. Louise was so loosened up; she told us she once had a black boyfriend, prior to Bob, of course. She said he was hung like a coke bottle, then opened her mouth as wide as she could. My wife was getting quite intoxicated when Louise asked her if she had ever had a black man. She started to say something, fumbled her words a bit, and looked over at me. This made the four of us roar with laughter. Bob roared, "That's it, cut her off, no more tough questions for Cynthia!" Which we thought was hilarious. As usual, Louise asked if anyone would like a blowjob. This was usually the intro to her blowjob drink in a tube story from their vacation. I answered, "I thought you'd never ask!" To avoid hearing the story again, my wife said, "Yes, you told us before about those. Do you have the ingredients to make any?" Louise answered, "I sure do, and I got the tubes to boot. C'mon, let's put on a show for the boys---they love watching a girl giving a blowjob." We watched (their asses) as the two women went into the kitchen to prepare their drinks. Bob and I made small talk, complimenting each other on what fine women we had. Bob made a comment about my wife seeming to have come out of her shell, to which I agreed. I said, "Yes, a few Margaritas has that effect on her." Bob and I sat facing each other across the round table, as the women sat facing each other. That made it boy, girl, boy, girl. The women returned each carrying a test tube-like glass, about six inches tall, filled with a creamy white drink. I asked, "What's in those?" Louise laughingly answered, "Good vodka, plus some SECRET ingredients. Let's just say, if your wife likes it, she should thank Bob." Everyone laughed hard. Louise said, "Don't worry; between these two guys, I doubt we'd run out." Then, "Ok, let me demonstrate the proper technique." She held the tube near her chest and put her lips over it. Her fingers slowly fondled the glass tube lovingly. Her hands let go, holding it only with her mouth. She jerked her head back and gulped repeatedly until the tube was drained. Removing the tube, she opened her mouth wide and exclaimed. "See, I didn't spill a drop." We gave her a small round of applause. Turning to my wife she said, "Ok, your turn." Cynthia took the tube and looked down at it, licking her lips. She slid the tube down between her cleavage and rubbed her tits with it." Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 02 Bob blurt out, "There ya go!" She slid her tongue along the glass then held it with her lips. Jerking her back, she sucked and swallowed, draining the tube. When she was done, she pulled the tube out of her mouth, then pushed a little out of her mouth so a thick stream ran down and dripped from her chin. She swallowed the last and then said, "Some guys like this look." We laughed and Louise was nearly in tears. She said, "So did that have the desired effect?" And with that she reached over and squeezed Bob's cock. My wife followed her lead and squeezed mine, which was hard as a rock. As she held his cock through his swim trunks, Louise jokingly accused Bob of liking my wife's blowjob more than hers. I couldn't help but notice Cynthia looking down at his crotch too. I figured everyone must have been pretty horny, because from that point on, sexual things seemed the singular topic of discussion. When we began discussing the merits of women's swimwear, my wife told them the story of my offering to take her away to some far off land where we didn't know anyone so she could parade around in a tiny string bikini. Both Bob and Louise began speaking about the subject as if they were experts. Hell, why not just go somewhere where you didn't need to wear anything at all? Of course, Bob reminded everyone, as he always did, that swimsuits were ALWAYS optional at their pool. Louise told of a hotel in Vegas they stayed in once where one whole floor was reserved for couples that wanted to walk around naked and all the room doors were left wide open for people to walk around and visit each other's rooms. She added, "Of course, as luck would have it, we weren't staying on that floor. Damn it!" And she laughed. "Next time we go, right Bob?" My wife smiled sweetly at me said, "We've never been to Vegas. " Then winked. Louise said, "You think my bikini is skimpy? This one is conservative. You should see some of my other ones. I'll be right back." Louise sauntered back into the house, returning a few minutes later with a couple handfuls of string and material. In her two palms she held two complete swimsuits. Apparently one was a flesh colored one piece, the other was a two piece, nothing more than blue string with patches for the nipples and pussy. Louise offered her one as a gift. Cynthia looked at me and said, "You choose." For no reason other than maximum skimpiness, I chose the blue one. Bob chimed in, "Don't you think you better try it on?" And we laughed. My wife simply said, "Maybe later." The idea was proposed that we all needed a swim to cool off, so the four of us jumped into the pool. While in the pool, Louise mentioned how they like to come out late on warm nights and skinny dip with all the lights off and look at the stars. Bob, said, "You two should try it sometime. You are always welcome to. Just call ahead and let us know, seriously." Louise chimed in "And we promise not to peek." Cynthia giggled and said, "Darn." To which she received knowing looks from them both. We emerged from the pool refreshed and energized. Bob and Louise thought everyone needed another drink and went into the kitchen to mix up a pitcher of Margaritas. When we were alone I motioned again towards the view of our window. She said, "I bet you wish I was standing naked in that window right now." I answered, "I bet you wish YOU were; and doing something more than just standing naked." She smiled as she scolded me. "Oh, ya think? Listen Buster, you better be careful. I'm a drunken horny woman, and getting more of both by the minute. I can't be held accountable from this point on." I smiled and scolded her back, saying, "Oh yeah? Well, just how far do you want to take this Bob and Louise thing?" She answered, "You're asking me? She stood in deep contemplation for a few moments, then smiled and said, "All the way, baby!" I handed her the little blue string thing of a bikini. I told her she might want to try it on for us pretty soon. It was so small she tucked it into the back of her swim bottoms, and said, "You're on!" Bob and Louise returned with the drinks. Cynthia said she really needed a drink and drank it with renewed vigor. Bob continued eyeballing her cleavage, but now she helped him out by turning a little towards him. Her eyes strayed a little as well. I'm sure his cock was getting as hard as mine by now. I remember another mention of how his dark tan resembled a black man in that moonlight. I'm sure he was flattered; given the amount of time he spent trying to get dark. Louise perceived this and as she talked to me she slid her chair a little closer to me. I quietly mentioned to her that I'd like to get the name of that hotel in Vegas from her, as a little anniversary surprise for my wife. Louise promised to give it to me. She suggested her and Bob book a stay for the same weekend. She always regretted missing the opportunity the first time. Cynthia rose to use the bathroom. Louise suggested that Bob help her find it, but Cynthia insisted he stay put; she could find it and would be right back. Louise continued to talk to me and her hand occasionally reached over and patted my thigh. Bob looked on approvingly but didn't stare. After what seemed a little long for a normal bathroom break, I heard the sliding glass door from the house. Cynthia slowly stepped out and slid the door shut behind her. The three of us turned to look and I saw Bob's jaw drop. Backlit from the kitchen she looked nude. As she got closer I could see a big smile on her face as she walked real ladylike, one foot in front of the other, making her hips swing a bit more than usual. Only when she got closer to the table could you see the small blue string and patches that only half covered her nipples and pussy. The little blue material between her legs was drawn up in a pronounced cameltoe. Standing by the table, she moved her shoulders making her tits sway back and forth, and then she turned around, revealing her bare ass with the tiny blue string up her crack. Bob said, "Bravo!" and clapped his hands a couple of times. Looking at Bob, my wife said, "I told you, later." As she sat down and turned her chair so it faced Bob more. She turned to Louise and said, "Thanks for the swimsuit, I love it." Louise laughed and said, "Swimsuit?" Then leaned towards her and squinted her eyes and said, "By golly, you are wearing it. It is YOU." As we got more intimate, the two couples, me and Louise, Cynthia and Bob, drew closer to each other and the talking became whispers, punctuated with giggles. Both couples were kissing and petting. My wife, needing to be the center of attention, asked me, "Honey, I want to suck Bob's cock. Do you mind if I suck his cock?" I answered, "That's up to Bob and Louise." Louise, who was already squeezing my cock through my shorts quickly chimed in, "Go for it honey." I whispered to Louise, "I think she wants us to watch." And Louise smiled and nodded her agreement. Bob stood up and my wife pulled his shorts off. She cooed, "Oooh, my big hung black man." He had both hands on her tits as she took his cock into her mouth. He was kind of big and for that I was glad for her. She put both of her hand to her pussy and fingered her herself vigorously. Louise now had my cock out of my shorts and pumped it with her hand while I played with her nipples under her top. She occasionally dropped her head to suck it, and then came up to watch the Cynthia show. Cynthia grabbed Bob's cock with her hand, pulled her mouth away long enough to say, "Gimme that cum now. Shoot it down my throat!" Putting both of her hands back to her pussy, Bob grabbed her by the hair on both sides of her head and started to buck his hips, fucking her mouth with wild abandon. He occasionally pulled her face towards him until her lips reached the base of his 8" shaft and her nose touched his stomach. Louise watched in admiration, turning to me and saying, "Now that's impressive." Bob's cock now fucked her mouth steadily, and soon he said, "Here it comes baby." Cynthia's tits swayed back and forth with the motion and a long string of saliva extended from her mouth to her tits. She made loud slurping sounds as he shot his load down her throat. As his cumming subsided, she held his cock firmly in her mouth, looking up at him as if pleading for just a little more. Louise looked at me and said, "Your turn now." I stopped her and said, "I've always wanted to see that ass of yours." She obligingly stood up and turned her back to me. First I undid her top and let it fall to the cement. Then I slowly pulled her tight bottoms down. She shimmied her hips back and forth as I did. Wow, what a bubble butt. I patted it and squeezed her cheeks. As I licked her ass and thighs, she took hold of the back of her chair, stood on her tiptoes and arched her back. She had long legs, and I craned my neck to lick her full pussy lips and her perfect, tiny little pink asshole. Her pussy was dripping wet and I reached up with one hand and rubbed her larger than normal clit. As my tongue circled her asshole, she gave a long groan and gasped "Oh my, what is this? Awwww, that feels goooood." She looked down at me and said, "You gonna fuck that ass big boy? Huh? Huh? Wanna fuck my ass?" I answered, "Yeah baby, I'm gonna FUCK that ass!" I got up and pulled her over towards a padded reclining lawn chair. As we passed them, Bob was on his knees giving Cynthia's pussy a proper tongue lashing. We stopped for a moment to observe my wife in the throws off an orgasm. She looked at us in a pleading way. She was looking at Louise's protruding clit and she reached out and took it between her thumb and middle finger. With my hand on her bare ass, I pushed Louise a little closer and Cynthia leaned towards her and put her lips on her clit and sucked it. Louise rubbed her hair appreciatively, like she was a good dog. She said, "You like my little cock?" Then her knees suddenly almost buckled as Carolyn sucked and pulled on it with her lips. Pulling away as we proceeded towards the recliner, Louise looked back at my wife and said, "Later." I couldn't take it, I needed to fuck, plain and simple. I laid on the recliner and pulled her ass first down into my lap. Louise had whispered to me earlier that internal stimulation gave her the best orgasm. Entering her wet pussy, she squatted over me, both of her feet on the patio. She liked a hard fuckin and she soon was bouncing herself up and down as hard as I was thrusting my hips up. She had one hand on my leg, the other was between her legs rubbing her clit as well as my cock and it slid in and out. She panted, "Oh, I like this, I like it this way." I looked over and saw my wife and bob watching us. She was still rubbing herself between her legs as Bob looked at and massaged her tits. He liked those tits. I'm glad he enjoyed them, he'd been trying to get a look at them for long enough. For my part, I couldn't imagine a sexier sight than Louise's ass slamming up and down on my lap. I licked my finger and put it on her tight little asshole. As she came down on it I inserted it further and further. She started to get vocal. When she began to cum, she made an ear piercing birdlike sound, "eeeeee, eeeee, eeeee." I was hoping nobody called the police. When her orgasm subsided, she looked back and said "You about ready?" I said, "Oh yeah, any second." She said, "Hold on, you're going to love this." She got off and turned around facing me. She extended her long tongue and held it on the front of my cock shaft as she grabbed it with her hand and squeezed. She wasn't sucking; she was jacking me off with her tongue. When I squirted my first load, her mouth engulfed me. She pumped and sucked while her eyes stared into mine. On ensuing squirts her head jerked back just a little, but she didn't lose her lip lock and didn't miss a drop. My wife was ready to go home and shower. I expected the night wasn't quite over. Round two might involve some open blinds and a captive audience. Louise accepted my wife's invitation to come home with us and take a shower with her (she was real curious about Louise's clit), and Bob assured Louise he was spent and content to do what was his favorite pastime---sitting in his chair and watch the neighbor lady. In the following weeks, my wife and I agreed that our relationship had never been better, sexually and otherwise. We began to have frank and honest discussions about our sexual wants, needs and desires. We both agreed that once a sexual fantasy has been fulfilled, it lost some of its appeal. For example; Cynthia no longer felt the rush when Bob or Louise watched her doing yard work in her swimsuit. However, if some suntanned roofers working on the roof next door were eyeballing her, that's a whole different ball game. It is similar to a married couple who lack imagination and just have sex for the sake of getting each other off, which is like masturbation. The spice is in the variety. Some sexual secrets between us are fine, if it added to one's excitement. For example, Cynthia apparently found it exciting that she'd had her Washington D.C. affair and chose to not tell me about it. I found it exciting that I knew about it and she didn't know. We both agreed that is was more exciting to plan and execute our sexual encounters together rather than alone. We promised to remain emotionally faithful with one another. Neither of us were interested in an outside romance or love. We also agreed that the pursuit and anticipation of an imagined sexual encounter is as much fun as the sex itself, if not more so. For our anniversary, we wanted something special. We decided on a week in Vegas, but not with our neighbors and not at their swinger hotel. We wanted a week of spontaneous sexual encounters with others, the fun being in the pursuit. We didn't want to become swingers having sex with other swingers. We would be two people on a sexual adventure, looking for fun and excitement in one of two roles: Either as an innocent Midwestern couple being seduced by experienced players, or the shock and awe of taking some innocents under our wing and seducing them. We also thought it would be fun to film some of our adventures. Our mode of operation would be the new laptop computer we bought complete with the highest quality built in webcam we could find. I popped open the case and disconnected the little light that tells you when the cam is on or off. We rented a suite at a casino hotel right on the strip. We got a nice one with a little kitchenette, two king size beds and a hot tub built into the floor. We had agreed not to have sex for a week before we went, the frustration and tension added to the urgency of our goal. Upon our arrival at our new digs, I set up the innocuous laptop on the work area desk in the corner. I tested it for its field of view; it took in the two beds, hot tub. I turned on the camera and turned off the monitor. I just had to "Hit Any Button" and the camera and recorder would be rolling. That first day we took in some sites. It was fun being more interested in the people than the sites. Everyone being strangers to everyone else, it was easy to start conversations with them. If all else failed, we had a secret weapon. My wife had packed two swimsuits, one of them being the two pieces of blue string Louise had given her. Strolling past the pool, there were some skimpy bikinis, although none quite as micro skimpy as hers. At least we knew she wouldn't be arrested. Some of the women around the pool looked like showgirls, but my wife would look sexier and attract more attention. She would look like an accountant from the Midwest that is getting off parading around nearly nude! That afternoon we stood in line for a comedy show when we were hit on. Well, sort of. The couple ahead of us looked attractive enough. They looked about our age, early to mid forties. Her name was Marcia. She was medium height (about a head shorter than Cynthia), with dark brown hair to her shoulders. She looked fit with a rather hourglass shape, wider hips, trim waist and medium breasts. When she turned I saw her face wasn't bad to look at. She wore a simple but attractive black medium length dress with a round neckline. His name was Gerald. He looked dressed for Vegas. Black tight shirt, black trousers, black shoes with a gold chain around his neck. He was about my wife's height, so three or four inches shorter than me. He looked fit as well, and had the complexion of maybe an Italian. He had black hair that was a bit longer to his neck. He had that unshaven stubble that was popular at the time. He turned and asked if we'd save their spot for them while they went to the restroom. They both had an English accent, and we later found out that they were on holiday from England. We exchanged chit chat with them while in line. When we entered the room, the usher sat people four to a table. When It appeared we would be separated, he asked the usher if they could switch and sit with us, which was easily accommodated. Before the show, we garnered the information that they were on their last day of a four day stay, leaving the next morning. This was their second trip to Vegas. We had just arrived and had never been there, so they quickly agreed to hang with us after the show and share their extensive knowledge, so to speak. Afterwards, we played a few slots, walked around the casino and wound up in a little piano dance bar. We had all been drinking liberally for a few hours. Cynthia was playing the innocent to the hilt. She was wearing a bright orange and brown sun dress. The hem came to about her mid thigh, making her look all legs and boobs. We got up to dance a few times to the piano music. Once Gerald asked Marcia to dance to a slow tune and she declined and he asked me if he could ask my wife. I obliged, as did Cynthia. We watched them as they danced and a few tunes later I asked Marcia to dance and we were soon joined on the floor by my wife and Gerald. Everyone was getting pretty cozy. They expressed disappointment that they had to leave the next day. Apparently they hadn't found another couple to do things with on their previous three days. They also made it clear that they had expected to experience a bit more of a wild time than they had. Marcia said, "You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and all that." She laughed at her own joke and her head came down on my shoulder. We sat in a half round booth facing the dance floor. During the course of getting up to dance, and going to the bathroom, the seating arrangement had changed. Gerald and Marcia now sat on the inside, Cynthia on one end next to Gerald, me on the other next to Marcia. My wife was playing the naïve innocent to the hilt letting any talk or acts of impropriety go right over her head. Once while she and Gerald were slow dancing, out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand slide down to her ass. She looked lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him with an astonished, amused smile and pulled his hand back up to her lower back. The subject came up about which hotel we were staying at. We were at our hotel already. They were staying at another a short walk away. That got Cynthia talking about our room; "hot tub right in the floor". She couldn't wait to try it. They should see it. That got Marcia going, "You have one of those? How nice, it's a shame we didn't bring a swimsuit." Drunk, naïve Cynthia didn't miss a beat, "I brought an extra one! And besides swimsuits are optional, isn't that what our neighbors with the pool always say." And she laughed. Then she backslid, saying, "Well, I think they were joking, don't get the wrong idea." Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 02 Marcia said, "Not at all, I think it's lovely." She backslid some more, saying "Well, I did bring two suits, but one isn't much of a suit." She went on to tell the story of our wild neighbor lady Louise giving her the tiny blue string bikini, although Cynthia knew she would never be able to wear it. Marcia asked, "Then why on earth did you bring it?" Cynthia answered, "Well you know, Vegas and all. We figured we wouldn't know anyone, and shoot, who knows, I might get drunk enough." At that everyone had a good laugh. I added, "Well, we're all drunk now, aren't we?" Everyone adamantly agreed and laughed again. The piano man announced the last song for the night and we all stood up to dance. At first there was a small confusion about who would dance with whom, but Marcia settled it quickly by grabbing me by the hand and strutting to the dance floor. We had kept it pretty cool so far, but I had been looking at Marcia's shapely round ass all night and thought this might be my last chance to cop a feel. I slid my hand over her round ass cheeks and squeezed one. She whispered in my ear, "Ooo, you bad boy." As we prepared to leave, nothing had been decided. I spoke up, "So you coming up for a night cap?" Gerald looked at Marcia and said "Sure, we can't wait to see your room." Everyone was a little reserved going up the elevator. We entered the room and Marcia patted the bed. "Nice and firm." She laughed. Cynthia and I mixed some Margaritas in the little kitchen while Marcia and Gerald checked out the hot tub, then the view out the window. I realized that besides the hot tub and two king size beds, there wasn't all that much room to check out. Cynthia brought a drink to Gerald, I handed one to Marcia. I walked over to the desk and clicked on the radio, and in the same motion hit the ENTER button on the laptop. Slow saxophone music played from the radio. I asked, "Anyone care to dance again?" Gerald took Cynthia by the waist and the die was cast. Marcia was with me; my wife was with her husband. We stood at the foot of the two beds slowly dancing. Gerald must have seen me rubbing and squeezing his wife's ass and found the nerve to try it on Cynthia again. This time he got no resistance. We didn't have much room to maneuver and we danced only a few feet apart. After nuzzling Marcia's ear, I kissed her on the mouth. She opened it to take my tongue. She put one hand on my chest and undid a couple of buttons and slipped her hand beneath my shirt. Suddenly a commercial on the radio broke into the music. Marcia instinctively pulled away. Cynthia and Gerald were deep in a kiss and he had his hand up the back of her dress, rubbing her ass through her panties. When they noticed we stopped they stopped. After an awkward moment, my wife said, honey, come help me make us another drink. We turned the corner into the little kitchen. She stopped and whispered, "So, what do you think?" Cynthia's sun dress was held up by the two bow knots of her shoulder straps. I reached up and tugged on one, untying it. I took hold of the other. She stood with her arms to her sides. She smiled and said, "You wouldn't" When I tugged the string the knot unraveled and the dress fell to the floor. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra and let it fall. Her nipples were already pointed and hard. I bent over and pulled her panties off as she stepped out of them. I turned the corner and went back into the room. I asked, "Anyone want to try the hot tub?" Gerald smiled and I saw Marcia biting her lip, as if unsure. "From the kitchen my wife said, "Did I hear someone say hot tub?" She walked into the room, her tits bobbing up and down with each step. Our guests looked at each other and laughed. He was already removing his shirt. He said to his wife, "There ya go, you wanted some excitement." I began to undress. Before long the three of us were in the tub. Both Gerald and I had obvious hardons. My wife stared at Gerald's cock the whole time. He was uncircumcised. Marcia watched and gave a nervous laugh as she talked. Finally she said, "Oh well, like they say, when in Rome..." She slid out of her dress, the bra and panties and stepped into the four person tub. The water was pretty steamy. Cynthia stood up to cool off while Gerald looked her up and down. My wife to me, "Can I suck his cock?" Marcia let out a short high pitched laugh. She turned to Gerald and asked, "Can I suck HIS cock?" We both gave our wives permission. After several hours of sex we went to sleep in our separate beds with our own wives, totally exhausted. I was a little surprised then when I awoke in the wee hours of dawn and saw Marcia on her knees next to me with her with her face in my wife's pussy doing a sixty nine. Gerald looked like he was still asleep. I stroked my cock and when ready to explode, pulled her face over to me and shot my load in her mouth for the first time that night. We slept in the next morning after our guests departed. We got room service breakfast and had fun watching parts of our new home made video. We thought we would try the pool today. We weren't leaving until she exposed herself to the public in her blue string bikini. I convinced her that we go down separately and act as though we weren't together. I could watch her. She was giddy at that idea. I went down first and got a chair around the pool. In a few minutes she arrived, wearing a white hotel bathrobe. She walked over near me but not too close, picked out a chair and removed the robe. Heads turned to her like a magnet. I even saw a man point at her and his wife turned her head to look. For all intents and purposes she was nude. I had told her I would be going to gamble for a while and got up and left. I had my cell phone on vibrate in the pocket of my shorts and told her to buzz me once if anything interesting happened. I sat down for a few hours of Texas Hold Em. I smiled when about an hour later my phone vibrated once. That made me smile. I was winning just a little, but hours went by quickly playing this game. After several hours I took a break, leaving my chips on the table. I went out to the pool and ordered a sandwich from the cabana bar. My nude wife was down at the other end, holding court with three guys who looked like they might be in college still. She leaned on the bar as she talked; the two guys in front of her tried to keep eye contact, but kept looking at her tits. The other guy stood more to her side and looked her up and down with abandon. Other people around the pool watched her too. Women with children gave her a wide birth. One woman increased her pace as her 8 or 9 year old boy stared back over his shoulder at her. My wife saw me and after a few minutes put her hand behind her back and held up three fingers. I chuckled and had to look away. I wondered if she meant she had been fucked three times, of meant she wanted to fuck these three guys. I returned to my poker game. I played through the afternoon and into the night, stopping just to grab some dinner. I was about to call it a night about 10:00 PM when my phone vibrated again. I chuckled to myself. I guess I'd stay for a few more hands. A short time later my wife found me in the poker room. She had changed into a skirt and blouse. Her hair was still a little wet, perhaps from a shower or swim. She said, "Are you about ready to quit??" I finished the hand and left with my wife. On the elevator I asked about her day. She told me it had been quite eventful and that I would have some interesting video to watch later. On the ride on the elevator she said, "I have a little surprise waiting for you." I answered, "Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Entering our room, I saw a woman sitting on the end of one of the beds nearest the hot tub. She looked quite matronly, probably in her mid fifties. She stood up when we came in. She said, "There you are, I thought you might have abandoned me." Then, "My, my, you were right, he is good looking." Her name was Sylvia. She was a Real Estate Broker from Savannah, Georgia, in town for a convention. She was medium height, not fat, but having full thighs, ass and breasts and just a hint of stomach. She wore a conservative one piece blue swimsuit, the type with the little skirting attached. The three of us talked a bit. She went on about how popular my wife had been down in the pool area with her skimpy swimsuit and all. She couldn't imagine where she found the nerve, but admired her for it. I noticed my wife touching the laptop's keyboard as Sylvia and I talked. She thought it was so nice for my wife to have invited her up to see our room and take a dip in the tub. She mentioned the dip in the hot tub to explain why she would so shamelessly visit our room wearing nothing but a swimsuit. My wife sat down on one of the chairs and crossed her legs and mostly listened. I went into the bathroom and observed Sylvia through a small crack in the door. I was looking at her back and nice round ass as she again sat on the foot of the bed. I removed all my clothes and stroked my cock a few times to get it semi-hard. I came back into the room and stood listening to them talk for a few moments, standing beside but a little behind Sylvia. My wife glanced back and forth at Sylvia and me, and as she did so, my cock was springing more and more to a full hardon. When I said something, Sylvia turned to look towards me, and then was taken aback with surprise. She said, "My, my, what is this?" I just walked nonchalantly over and stood in front of her and continued making small talk like everything was completely normal. My wife calmly picked up a magazine and started flipping through it as though we weren't even there. Sylvia stuttered, "Well I never---you, you, you..." I stepped towards her, my stiff cock directly in front of her face. She stared at it rather speechless, finally gasping, "That is a big one!" I reached down and removed her glasses. She was about to say something when I gently took the back of her head and pulled her towards me as my cock entered her mouth. She said a muffler word while her mouth was full, then seemed to resign herself to her situation and began to gobble my cock with gusto. Her eyes were wide open in disbelief, staring up at me, and then looking over at my wife casually reading her magazine. We hit a steady rhythm and when I felt I would cum at any moment I stopped. She looked like she was still trying to figure things out when I took her by the forearms and stood her up. I said, "Let's have a look at you." She never lost her surprised expression as I took her straps off her shoulders and roughly pulled her suit down to her ankles in three of four tugs. Each tug she mumbled, "Oh, oh, oh oh." She groaned with pleasure as I roughly fondled and sucked her big tits and cupped her pussy with my other hand as my index finger fucked her pussy. I said, "Missionary or doggy?" To my surprise, she said, "Doggy!" I flipped her over so her ass hung off the side of the bed and slapped her bare ass as I pounded her pussy with my meat. As I fucked her I said, "I'm gonna cum in your mouth." At that she gave a long groan. I pulled out and spun her around. As I pumped my cock she scrambled to get her mouth by it and stuck out her tongue and curled it into a U shape. I shot my load and she was careful to catch most of it and swallowed it. Afterwards, in the hot tub, she said, "That was intense." And we all laughed. After Sylvia left I reviewed the day's video. Cynthia had done well for herself; first, a very aggressive black gentleman. Her afternoon entertainment was three college guys gang banging her. Impressive. On our last full day there wet met up again with our unlikely new friend Sylvia. Come to find out, she was staying with her brother and his wife, of all people. She had managed to convince them to attend a little hot tub party in our room that afternoon. One thing led to another and I found myself fucking both his wife and sister while he fucked Cynthia. That night, after many Margaritas, Sylvia and my wife had a riot going down to the lounge and trying to pick up another man to lure to our room. He had to be hot looking, of course. They managed to get one lucky fellow up there and the three women devoured him. Sylvia's brother and wife drank themselves silly and eventually returned to their own room. We had heard that the pool was adults only after 10:00 PM. After overcoming Sylvia's initial refusal with much prodding and liberal amounts of alcohol, we managed to convince her to go down for a swim wearing my wife's tiny blue string bikini. My wife and I accompanied her for moral support. She looked nearly nude, but stayed mostly in the pool. Back at our room, she got so drunk that she began making little excursions by herself up and down the halls of the hotel wearing the little blue strings. At about 3:00 Am, hotel security delivered her to our room and asked us to "See to her". In the months and years that followed, Cynthia and I went on with our lives as usual, but planning and carrying out exciting "missions" became something of a hobby for us. Our private video collection became a prized possession. We were determined they remain private and secure. We purchased a fire-proof safe that required two keys to open it. My wife and I kept the separate keys hidden from each other. As far as job security, both hers and mine, my clever wife had managed to make a video of her giving a blowjob to our company's (married) Director of Personnel. She had somehow lured him to our bedroom during our youngest son's high school graduation party! We agreed to not have sex with our neighbors Bob and Louise again. They were a little too close to home. My wife had a long talk with Louise and convinced her that she was undergoing therapy and was experiencing a crisis of conscience and our marriage had been badly damaged by our indiscretions. Louise promised to talk to Bob and they would never mention our wild evening again. As a practical matter, over time, my wife could again begin to enjoy her exhibitionistic teasing; doing yard work in her swimsuit, and occasionally "forgetting" to shut our bedroom blinds while she undressed or we had sex with a little nightlight on. For my part, it made Louise want to flirt with me even more, behind the backs of my wife and her husband. I benefitted from occasional "quickies" while Bob was golfing and Cynthia was at the grocery store. Our two sons eventually moved out, decreasing some of the need for secrecy within our house. We enjoyed using our imagination and exploring possibilities. Sometimes we would go months without having extramarital sex. It seemed the longer we went "without", the greater the anticipation and excitement for another adventure. New people meant new excitement and we didn't feel the urge to do the same people twice. Cynthia sometimes would get to know a man anonymously via the internet for months, then meet him at a rest area along an interstate and have a passionate one nighter using the fold down bench/bed in our conversion van. I personally found the sexiest women to be between the ages of around 38 and 60. Intelligent women with imagination are by far the sexiest. The sexiest situations were ones that took a person out of their comfort zone. We had limits. No minors, no pain, and complete discretion.