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Discovering Sin Ch. 02

By: CraCyn55



You may laugh at the notion that Cyn wants to be ‘good’ and just can’t help herself, but it’s true and this is just part of the long story that tries to explain why.

This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they’re real to me and I’ve enjoyed this experience. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to know it, if you don’t; I hope you didn’t read it all. This is an exaggeration of life and emotion, if I hit my mark you will love the people you meet or hate them, I didn’t plan on neutrality.

I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I feel like a character, who was an aspiring author in a recent movie when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people were real, normal and comfortable with their normal lives until things went off track. They’re ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that’s why you’ll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all the story parts.

If you can’t figure out the order, click on the author link and refer to the posting date.

Craig knows – Her viewBy: CraCyn © January, 2004

This chapter steps back to Cyn’s account of what happened that Wednesday when Craig called and she found out he knew.

When that cell phone rang on Wednesday the life I had known and the family I thought I had loved more than anything came to an end.

I’m not going into the full routine again of telling you about my marriage, life and background. If you don’t know me yet, I can’t help you. I don’t know myself and as I started to write about the events of that terrible day, everything that had seemed important was now irrelevant; I was certain everything was lost, I didn’t feel I deserved any better after my impulsive foolishness and surrender to compulsion and obsession. Eighteen years of marriage, the powerful love of a great man, three adoring children all up and gone in the smoke of reckless lust.

As I dressed that day in preparation for work, I was alive with arousal and still sexually reckless, and it was not because my husband stood there watching me dress with a partial erection tenting his trousers. It was in spite of that along with the clear certainty I would soon be fucking someone else, other than him. What had started out as an obsession to be sexually exposed in daring risky situations had become an adulterous obsession to fuck and be royally fucked by other men.

The previous day had been a first. Unbearable desire had built through exposure after exhibitionistic exposure and daring fantasy until I was climbing the walls in need of an adulterous cock in my pussy. I was fucked by two of my work associates in the car on the way to the office, but instead of that quenching my thirst, it simply set off a forest fire that demanded more strange cock as fuel. I don’t pretend that many of you don’t hate and loath me in the face of this confession, I hate and loath myself.

During the work day, in the office, at a public restaurant where several of us went for lunch, and at a steamy strip club near the airport on the way home, I feasted on infidelity. I felt dirty, nasty, foul and delicious all at the same time and expected a lot more on Wednesday. I was turned on when I woke up, and in spite of the fact Craig was my husband I wanted to be fucked by him when he first stirred and looked into my lust filled eyes, but he drove me deeper into need and made crazy with desire by withholding his sexual services.

When it was time for me to leave he held me tight and kissed me with sexual promise and desire. I stroked his cock which was harder now and could barely break away to leave. By the time I got to the open door of the car I was ready for any demands and yet full of terror when Nate told me I had to take my pants and panties off before I was allowed in the car. I pretended protest briefly before I unfastened my slacks and pushed them along with my pantyhose and panties to the ground. God I was standing in the street in front of my house stripping and was in no hurry to finish or end the process.

I allowed myself a long time as I wrestled the clothing over my feet, and when it was free I threw it all into the car and then stepped back into my black high heels. Nate reached out a hand to stroke my needy pussy and I spread my legs obscenely to accommodate him. I wasn’t as naked as I wanted to be so I pulled my jacket off my shoulders, slid it off my arms and threw it in the car as well; then I proceeded to unbutton each button on my sheer blouse, one at a time until I could pull it off to join my other discarded clothing.

I stood there basking in the half light of early morning wearing nothing but a bra and my heels and shivered at the feeling of the cool air against my soft white skin. As Nate continued to finger fuck me to burning desire, I reached behind my back to un-clasp the pretty blue lace bra I had on. Un-done it fell slack in my hands and was easily peeled away to join the rest of my conservative clothes. I didn’t want to get in the car until I had cum with a glorious orgasm so I roughly mauled my tits to add stimulation on top of the pussy petting Nate was so skillfully attending to.

Before I had reached for the strap of my bra, I fixed my eyes on the window of our master bedroom, not more the 40 feet directly in front of me. I imagined Craig looking out at me and my pussy gushed at the thought. I maintained that visual link and the picture it painted on my brain as I raced to orgasm, when the crescendo of lust exploded; I threw my head back and pushed out my tits to be kissed by the morning air. I knew that I needed cock, strange cock, any cock.

Don’t misunderstand and think my husband was inadequate in any way. It was just the attraction of forbidden fruit and selfish lust that drove me to need a strange penis. Nate was already naked from the waist down and his erect pole was standing high, straining for release and sheathed with the required condom. When he moved over a little, I straddled his sex and took hold of his erect penis and to guide it into the depths of my overheated cunt. I bounced wildly on his prick for a few minuets until I threw my head again and we both came. I had secured my first orgasm of the day, and we drove off.

Scott fucked me as well on the way to work while I sucked on Nate’s partially sated penis. When it was time to start dressing for work in the outfit they had chosen I was given a red spandex stretchy dress that was probably two sizes too small by design. I had to wear that without a bra and my breasts were pushed together forming a deep delightful cleavage. The full mounds were in constant danger of spilling from the low cut neck that almost exposed my hard pointed nipples.

I was allowed to wear my dark blazer jacket for the working environment and they had a new pair of shiny red five inch high heels for me to wear. I smiled as I recalled a comment my friend Jenny made on the day I was hired; “Red shoes are a sign the woman isn’t wearing panties.” Finally I was given a pair of sheer red nylon panties that were virtually transparent. 

There was also a rule that accompanied this outfit, they knew that with my full hips and narrow waist, the too-small dress would constantly rise, and every time it climbed to my waist and reveal my pretty panties, I would have to take them off and wouldn’t be allowed to put them on and pull my dress back down into place until I fucked one of the guys or girls in the office to orgasm. Then I could re-dress. Oh, by the way, I was not allowed to pull my hem down or prevent its natural rise. When the inevitable happened, the inevitable consequence followed.

I was hot and exited as I dreamed about a full day filled with delicious consequences. My dress had reached the punishment level before we got into the building, just walking from the parking lot. I pulled off my panties on the front walk and went in search of my first consequence. Stan fisher was always game, and he helped me out in his office cubicle as he fucked me from behind while I leaned over his cluttered desk.

Roger Hornsby fucked me in the break room. He sat in a chair while I opened his pants and sucked his smaller cock to hardness before rolling one of the many condoms I was given in a little clutch purse for the day, onto his stiff boner and sat on it while riding it to orgasm. The size of his penis didn’t seem to fit with the size and fullness of his ball sack. It seemed like he kept pumping semen into the latex covering until I could feel it inside and feared it might burst. When I thought he couldn’t have another drop and started to dismount, he grabbed me and pulled me down three more times shooting more sperm each time.

Kathy Bennett didn’t want me to bring her off, but she did want to fuck me silly with the big pink rubber prick they kept around the office to use on me whenever they could. I was able to get most of her clothes off in the heated process and laid her back on the carpet floor as I pried her legs apart and fucked her with my mouth. She went wild as she came nosily and we drew an appreciative audience.

I got credit for two consequences when my skirt got too high during a fifteen minuet staff meeting in the conference room. And they also made me strip naked on the marble table again, in memory of my show on Monday, and then Jason fucked me in front of everyone else. I lay on my back with my ass barely on the edge of the table while Jason plowed into my.

Clark Dennis suspected my skirt was high enough as he followed me in the corridor and reached out and raised the back of my jacket to confirm. When all he saw was my red sheer panties he lit up like a Christmas tree, stopped me there and had me pull them down. Then I leaned against the wall there in the corridor as he fucked me from behind. He pulled the top of my dress down in front and spilled my tits out so he could fondle them as he humped into my slippery pussy until he was almost ready to cum; then he pulled out, tore off the condom and pushed his lubricated cock up my ass chute, pumping me in savage urgency until he emptied his load into my bowels. I think at least one other worker walked past while I was being fucked there in the open corridor.

Some of the others told Brett Donaldson (the guy who fucked me in the restaurant) that I was in need of consequence again and he found me taking care of the drive thru window with my skirt at the qualification height. “Get ‘em off.” He said simply. And I pulled them down again. This time I left them around my feet and handed him a condom packet as he pulled off my jacket and pulled out my tits before leaning me into the window where he shoved his big cock into my soaking cunt from behind. He mauled my tits and pumped his penis hard into me until I came when I felt him stiffen to shoot his load inside me.

I pulled my dress up to cover my tits and slipped on my jacket as I heard another car sound the bell indicating its arrival. I turned around and almost passed out on the spot when I saw Craig in his tall 4X4. I felt panic grip mw as I wondered how mush he had seen. I definitely was not dressed the way I was when I left home this morning. I was painfully aware of the fact that my fuck juice was running freely down both thighs because I had not even pulled my panties back on yet. I looked down to make sure I had buttoned my blaze so my naked pussy and tummy were hidden. I was breathing so hard and fast I couldn’t think straight. 

He said he was just in the area and hoped he could take me to lunch. I knew there was no way I could go with him and hope to hide what I had been doing all morning. Just having him here talking normally in my compromised situation made me dizzy with mixed emotion. Part of me was being torn with guilt while I carried on the lie, and another part left my nipples harder than they had been before when Brett was playing with them right here only minuets before. 

I told him that I was supposed to go to a birthday party was being held for one of the girls, hoping he would let me off the hook. I even said he was welcome to come along, knowing he wouldn’t and chanting silently to myself, please don’t, please don’t, please don’t. He declined but insisted that I at least come outside and give him a kiss for his efforts. This made me even more panicked and turned on wondering how I could hide my blatant sexual look from him and wanting him to see his wife dressed like the slut I was. My pants and other ‘home’ clothing had been left in the car. 

I told him to give me a minuet to get someone else to cover the window and sent him to the guest parking. Collette Morgan was close to my size and she had worn similar pants to the ones I had in the car, so I raced to her cubicle and told her I desperately needed to borrow her slacks. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” She said. “You’re the designated office slut, not me.”

Her comment might have hurt under other circumstances but these weren’t other circumstances and I was happy to have the unofficial title as I said. “I know you’re right, but I’m going to be the dead office slut if I can’t get outside and give my husband a kiss. “This is a life and death emergency.”

She blushed deeply as she took her time to consider what to do. “If anyone comes by here before you get back and finds me like this, you are in permanent deep shit.” I knew her words were not an idle threat. She took her pants off, and I put them on. They were just a little loose in the waist, but I felt secure enough to take the chance. Collette was wearing a tiny black G string that could not hope to cover her pussy lips if someone saw between her legs. It turned me on to look at her, and I could tell by the look in her eyes it turned her on to be seen. 

“At least you could have put your panties back on so you wouldn’t get cum all over the inside.” She said, as she scissored her legs together in arousal. “Shit I’m crazy to let you do this.”

I rushed from her cubicle smiling as I watched her tuck he naked legs under her desk and use one hand to stroke her partially exposed pussy. 

In the parking lot I found Craig standing by his SUV and I rushed to kiss him partly because I wanted to distract his attention from looking too closely at me, and partly because I was turned on by him being so close to catching me in my sexy play ground. I hung onto him in a lingering kiss while I concentrated on the memory of Brett’s cock filling my pussy while I was at the drive up window, and which was still naked beneath Collette’s pants.

He was blown away by the red dress that looked to him like a spandex top and asked me what happened to my shirt, and bra since it was obvious I didn’t have either on. I made up a story of having to borrow a spare top from someone else because some food had blown up on me. I explained there wasn’t much of a selection to choose from. 

He saw a spec of cum on my lapel and flicked at it saying it looked like the food had gotten all over everything. Then he shocked me by pulling down the front of my dress so both tits spilled out into the open. “Shit Craig,” I said. “Do you want to get me fired?” His only reply was to boldly chew on my nipples and suck much of my breast into his hot mouth as he could. He threatened to strip me in the parking lot so he could fuck me there in front of my building and I creamed at the thought of it.

I thought only nasty men other than my husband could turn me on this way and it exited me to see this different side of Craig and hear his daring words even if I was sure he would never do such a thing. We finally broke apart and he started to push his hand down the front of Collette’s pants. I knew if he did he would find my swampy naked cunt and there would be no chance of explaining that away. “No more.” I said breathlessly as I grabbed his wrist. I wanted him to finger fuck me and strip me naked right there so bad I was almost insane, but I just didn’t dare.

Craig kissed me again more lovingly this time and then climbed into his car and I returned to the building. I watched him pull away and when I finally turned away I thrust my own hand into the pants pretending it was his and made my cunt boil until I was fully aroused again before I re-entered the building. I went back to Collette’s cubicle, and could tell she was turned on as she looked at me with a wicked grin while I approached her. 

“I think I understand how you get carried away when they get your clothes off.” She said in a sultry voice. “I’m turned on after sitting here in just my panties. Take off my slacks and come here.” She ordered. I slipped her pants down my legs and handed them to her. “Now take off the rest of your clothes and then you can pull my panties down to.

I was already aroused but I felt my pussy swim as I slipped off my jacket and pulled the dress over my head. I still hadn’t put my panties back on so I was nude except for my shoes. I dropped to my knees and walked on them to the front of her chair. I reached up to her waist smoothing my hands along the outside of her thighs as I went and grasped the thin band of her G string. I pulled the wispy garment down and off her legs, and she scooted forward in the chair and spread her legs wide in invitation.

Her pussy was shaved baby smooth without a hint of hair anywhere and her delicate pussy lips were swollen with lust and dripping a sweet smelling nectar. “You want an early lunch?” She asked as she pulled her labia wide in an inviting gesture.

Right now my pussy wouldn’t allow me to turn down her invitation. I licked delicately with my tongue touching the areas I knew from personal experience gave the most pleasure. She started to move and moan like the person in heat she was and her excitement drove me on. I curled my tongue like a little cock and pushed deeply into her and she moaned in sexy response. I drug my upper teeth along her wet lips and erect clit for added stimulation and sucked her bud lustily into my mouth.

My hands played along her hips and soft tummy and then I stretched them upward so I could caress her tits through her bra. I pushed upward on her bra and freed her tits so I could maul them nakedly in my hands. She was writhing around and starting to get noisy in anticipation of orgasm. I wiggled my but wishing there were some stimulation to help me as well when I felt two hands kneading and pulling my ass cheeks wide. Then a body hovered over me and I felt something soft but firm slide up and down my pussy crack.

I looked back briefly and saw Elaine with a lusty grin. She was handling the rubber cock and working it in my slit to tease me and get it lubricated. I felt almost warm oil as it was poured into the top of my ass crack and enjoyed the wicked pleasure of feeling it run down to mix with the juices of my arousal. Elaine moved the rubber cock to pick up the slick lubrication and then slid it slowly into the hungry depths of my vagina. When it was buried to the hilt, she pulled it back out and then sent it in again. As she picked up intensity on that end, I became more aggressive on the other and Collette was soon screaming loudly. In no time at all, three crazed women wrapped up in sexual abandon drew quite a bit of interest and soon a small group of onlookers cheered us on.

One of the horny guys took advantage of the uncontrolled atmosphere of lust and moved his hands inside Elaine’s top to maul her large sensitive breasts while another pulled her panties down to her knees and fingered her pussy. In only a minuet or two more all three of us were cumming together.

As we settled down we relaxed for a moment on the floor, desk or chairs without getting completely dressed we re-gained strength and someone poked their head around the corner to tell us it was time to go. Go, go where I wondered, and quickly found out that we’re going to the Landing Strip again, they serve a light lunch there every day for business types who want to mix work with pleasure. Sandy, Elaine, Scott, Nate, Jason, and I were apparently all going together and I was allowed to put on my panties again and pull the spandex skirt down to a modest length. 


Discovering Sin Ch. 02



We left together and walked across the parking lot to Elaine’s car and by the time we got there my skirt hem was all the way to my waist again. Jason had arrived at the mini orgy in Collette’s cubicle too late to join in but early enough to become aroused at what he saw, so he insisted on enforcement of the consequence rule and I had to take off my panties before climbing into the back seat between him and Nate. 

As soon as we were seated they removed my jacket and pulled the dress over my head so I was naked again. Jason won a wager with Nate and told me to lean over the front seat. Soon after he pulled me back to sit on his hard prick and fucked me to another climax as we drove to the Strip. I was allowed to dress with the full outfit when we went into the club. 

Inside I was anxious to see if the big black bouncer was on duty. I saw at the same time he saw me and we both smiled. I blushed at the memory of the previous night and the hope he would fuck me again, maybe today. We were seated in an area where we could be together as a group, but I was still more curious about what the bouncer was doing than the girls dancing. To be honest, watching them strip didn’t turn me on much; it seemed somehow too commercial and unnatural. 

I couldn’t help feel that what the dancer did was calculated to business and economics far more than to sex and excitement. Sure these were the tools they used, but to me it would be the object of the experience not the function of the business. If I were on the stage, my principal objective would have been to have an orgasm, anything I did would be solely for the purpose of achieving one, or as many as I could, and I would hope in the course of it that as many others as possible had one to.

About ten minuets after we were seated, I had spent more time looking at and the large black bouncer and remembering; when he started making his way to the table I felt flushed with my lusty fantasies. He came up to stand by me and I could feel the heat of his vision on the tops of my breasts. Trying to be secretive I tugged on the top of my dress from under my jacket so it would expose more of my moderate but firm mounds. I looked up into his eyes while I was tugging and saw them open wide in surprise as my nipples popped into view.

He looked directly at me as he said a gentleman in the back had given him a hundred dollar bill to give to me if I would agree to dance and strip on the stage in front of all these customers, primarily exited males. My body felt like it was on fire at the prospect of baring it for all to see, but I still made a show of being nervous and embarrassed even for myself; that feeling of reluctance and daring is a big part of exhibitionism and I was a true exhibitionist.

My friends got into the spirit egging me on and soon the whole club was cheering and stamping their feet in encouragement; they broke into wild applause and whistled when I finally got to my feet. By the time I got to the stage the DJ had already started music with a throbbing sexual beat and he asked over the microphone for my name. One of our group yelled out that I was Pure Cyn and everyone clapped loudly. I was so turned on I was way past the idea of dancing itself, all I wanted was to cum in front of everyone and instead of concentrating on dance steps and moves I moved naturally to the tempo of the music while I started to make love with myself on stage. I wasn’t going to dance; I was going to give these customers a live sex show.

The first thing I wanted off was my panties and I pretended to try to be modest as I slipped my fingertips up under my jacket so I could just barely take hold of the waist band of my red thong and pulled them down and off, then threw them away. Every one went wild at the peek a boo prospect of a panty-less dancer in a business jacket that by now was longer than my waist high dress. I made sure my skirt was around my waist when I undid the jacket’s button so everyone had plenty of wet pussy to look at. 

When I made direct eye contact with one of the men close to the stage who seemed particularly in sync with my lust I got on my hands and knees in front of him and turned so he was looking at my quivering ass. I scooted backward until his face was close to my snatch and reached back to take hold of his head and urge him forward. He was a quick study and took hold of both hips as he pushed his face into my burning twat and started to eat my pussy like a starved man.

Instead of pulling quickly away in a tease like I had seen other dancers if a guy got even close. I ground back into him and pulled my tits out of my dress so I could play with them as well. I stayed right there until my nameless stranger brought me to a visible shuddering climax. The crowd went berserk as they whistled and stomped their feet, and I finished by pulling off my jacket and removing my dress to be totally naked. I threw my dress into the crowd in the direction of my mysterious $100.00 benefactor hoping he would retrieve it and insist on personally returning it to me later.

When I turned around while dancing in nothing except my red heels I saw the bouncer step onto the stage even more naked than me. I knew then that we were going to drive this crowd wild with raw sex. He moved to me and I was anxious and waiting for his sensual kiss as he sought my mouth and our tongues danced to their own music. He literally fucked my throat with his probing tongue, at least that’s what it felt like as I wrapped a leg around his to draw him closer while we ate each other in the kiss. When he raised me up, I knew the fucking part of the show was almost here. 

With ease, he lifted me high enough so my open dripping cunt was above his erect shaft. I reached down with my hand to stroke and aim his erection to my wet hole and he slowly lowered me all the way onto his full length. I felt completely full of his hardness and shivered as he lifted me almost all the way of before dropping me onto his length again. He was so strong he could raise and lower me with ease in a tempo that brought us both quickly the quivering climax, and then let me sit still on his large member while I caught my breath and re-gained strength. When he lifted me all the way off, the erotic sensation of his large cock stroking the walls of my sensitive passage made me almost cum again.

He lowered me to stand on the floor in front of him again and we held each other closely to express gratitude and caring, then he looked into my eyes and said “Hi, I’m Leon,” then he took me by the hand and led me from the stage to and through the customer tables to the private booths in the back. There he set me on a platform, padded with thick luxurious carpet that felt as comfortable as my bed, and had me get on my hands and knees. At first I faced him and he offered me his still partially erect organ. It looked even bigger than it felt and I kissed it lightly and licked its length before trying to fit as much into my mouth as possible to suck him to full hardness for fucking.

When he was aroused and ready he had me turn so he was behind me, and fucked me from the rear as I knelt on the soft floor, and then I fucked him by riding his cock as he lay beneath me on the platform. I came to at least one earth shaking orgasm in each fucking position before we were too exhausted to cum anymore. I know he emptied a mammoth load of cum into me nearly every time I came, and his cock never softened until we were spent. I couldn’t help fear and hope that Jenny’s guarantee that Leon was safe and clean was accurate. I had tried to insist on protection, but realized that in the heat of passion 

I cuddled and kissed him as I thanked him over and over again for the wonderful sex and was in a trans-like funk until after we left the club. I’m sure most if not all of the patrons inside had cum as well. I honestly was too far gone myself to even know, who in our group it was that was still turned on when we left and by the time we got to the car he was so wound up he started to undress me in the open lot. Everything went including my panties and I was turned to lean on the car, like I was being frisked by police, while he fingered my pussy and ass in broad daylight and visible to any observant passing motorist. 

One of the others fondled my naked hanging tits, and in spite of my exhaustion, the erotic nature of being felt up and played with like that in the open was so arousing, they quickly brought me to climax. Then they knew it was time to get me out of the open and bundled me into the back seat. There I was turned so that I had to kneel on the seat and look out the back window. Someone else had his cock in me by the time we turned onto the highway. And not long I was becoming turned on by the prospect of exhibition to anyone around us.

I barely remember hearing a cell phone ring and having someone shake me to tell me it was mine; according to the caller ID, Craig was calling. I panicked as I tried to catch my breath as I was fully aware of a large cock plowing in and out of my ass hole while fingers played with my pussy and finger fucked my slit. I knew it was sure it was impossible to mask the sounds of slapping naked bodies having sex, not to mention the groaning the groaning from more than me in the car. I knew that Craig was learning much too much about his slutty wife’s activities as the sounds of sex rang out inside the car.

Craig started to say things about what I had been doing during the day and where I had recently been, and I’m sure I sounded worried when I asked him what he knew or at least thought he knew. I listened as he recited all of the sex acts he had personally witnessed me in that day, and I was gripped in total panic and real fear about consequences that were much greater than those of our silly sex play in the office. When he completed the extensive list of the indefensible adultery he had personally witnessed, I wept bitterly and begged for an opportunity to talk. He assured me that we definitely would talk, and that when we did he expected me to come clean on everything that happened including what he hadn’t witnessed. He was sure he already knew enough so that if I lied, he would know it and then all dialogue would end, permanently!

When I asked him how he knew all this, he said that he was in the Landing Strip and witnessed my sex show, and that he was right behind me in his SUV, driving down the road and watching me being fucked right then while we were talking. Then his phone went dead, and I strained to focus on the road behind as I saw him brake, turn from his pursuit and disappear from sight. While I watched him drive away, I was certain he was going out of my life forever. 

I cried bitterly as I tried desperately to disengage from the thrusting cock that possessed my ass, but the prick on the other end refused to be denied. My mind and heart were locked in deep pain and depression but my ass was still fucking back at the uncaring penis. 

When we got back to the office I was partially dressed in my jacket and heels as I was led inside and deposited in my cubicle. I tried over and over to get through to Craig on his cell, but he was gone. I was no longer conscious of my near nakedness as I wept over all that I had foolishly thrown away, and for the most part I was left alone to deal with my loss.

Nate was an asshole and tried to get me under his control by saying that my good for nothing wimp of a husband had to be a candied ass limp pricked pussy if he had sat there and watched me have sex with the black bouncer without doing anything to stop it. I was incensed at the nastiness of his comments and demeaning reference and jumped up and slapped his face so hard it turned the whole side instantly bright red. I angrily defended Craig saying he was ten times the man Nate would ever be and that Nate’s life was only built on the basis on selfishness and lust like my own.

I admit that I wondered myself why Craig wouldn’t have tried to stop me from having wild sex with the black man unless he was afraid. I couldn’t remember Craig ever being afraid of anything in the eighteen years we were married. Maybe, I thought as tears clouded my vision, maybe he had ceased to love me on account of my selfish lusty desire, in fact, I thought, how could it possibly be otherwise?

I immediately got up and walked into Sandy’s office. “I’m sorry,” I said to my boss, “but this is my last day, I won’t be back.”

When I walked out of her office I ran into Nate. “You better go get all dressed up again.” He said with an evil sneer that showed his teeth. “If this is your last day here Cyn, it’s going to be a hell of a lot more memorable than it has been so far; but if I know you like I think I do, by the time we’re finished with you in the conference room, I think you’ll want to stay here for a long, long time. You said it yourself, your shitty husband is going to throw your ass out, so you may as well stay here where we can continue to have fun, you know you’ll love it.”

“Get out of way Nate.” I said. “I’m not amused any more by your sick ideas anymore.”

“I don’t give a shit whether you’re amused or not really.” He said. “We’re going to have a party, call it a going away party if you want to but we’re going to have it; and if you get any idea that you’re not going to cooperate you need to remember all the photos, I’ve got. Your husbands already gone, but I think your neighbors and members of your church and school board will all get a kick out of them.”

“I’ve been willing to do everything so far, but if you try to force me to have sex again, it will be rape. I’m saying NO!”

“You don’t scare me.” He said. “With the photos, no one would ever try to call it rape, but they may throw your ass in jail for public indecency and lewdness, I could even get them to go for prostitution now get dressed I want the guys to have plenty of clothes to take off.”

I didn’t know whether there was any substance to his threats or not. There was no doubt that I wasn’t interested, but the depression I felt robbed me of the fight I should have had and left me with the feelings of guilt that made the punishment in this consequence seem almost just. I thought I deserved to be fucked to death as punishment hung my head in defeat, never the less I headed to my cubicle to dress, but determined to never be their slut again.

Dressed the best way I could, I intended to make my way back to Sandy’s office but I had to pass the conference room on my way. When I rounded the corner I could see the overflow standing around the door and they watched me with lust in their eyes as I made my way down the corridor. I was sickened by the groping hands as the assembled rowdies took the liberties they had apparently been promised by Nate. 

There were at least fifteen to twenty men and one or two women. The vast majority were true strangers who didn’t work in our division. I assumed almost all of them worked for Apex in one department or another and somehow had been selected and invited by Nate to come to a party.

The aroused chatter died down as my presence was noted and Nate came to stand in my path as he said. Ok everyone it’s time to get started now that our guest of honor has arrived. You guys can strip naked if you want, as she walks around, she will pick the ones that turn her on the most to help her undress. When she’s naked, she’s going to make sure everyone with a woody gets off. “Isn’t that right Cyn?” My stomach churned and I thought I was sick, thinking this would be appropriate punishment.

“I said, isn’t that right, CYN?” He said and I trembled at his forcefulness.

“No.” I said quietly with my head slightly bowed.

“Say it so we can all hear Cyn, tell them what you want them to do!”

“NO I yelled, I told you I was through, so you can go to hell!” 

Nate’s eyes blazed in anger and his hand flashed out and slapped the side of my face so hard I fell back against the water cooler and knocked the large bottle of clear water off so it spewed its contents on everyone close.

“You god damn fucking hoar, get you ass in here, were going to fuck the shit out of you and there’s not a damned thing your going to do about it.” Nate roared so everyone in that wing of the building could have heard.

The crowd was stunned and the sexual tension in the area was quickly replaced by anger and fear. Most of the anger resided in Nate and a few of his hard core friends, but the rest of the crowd was intimidate by the climate of violence and stood against Nate, not necessarily for my protection, but for their own.

Sandy had called an end to hostility and ordered everyone out. She had taken me into her protective custody, and what she lacked in physical strength and stature to enforce her control, she made up for in position, authority and career control. Nate backed off temporarily in suppressed anger. He had secured a ride with the ‘hard cores’ that seemed comfortable with the use of force and with them standing firmly by his side he said, “We’ve still got plans for her tonight.” It had been their intention to take me with them and use me for any other debauchery they could imagine for who knows how long. 

Sandy bristled like a jungle cat and I thought if she chose, she could do just as much damage as they if she was loosed on them. “The hell you do.” She said. “I’m taking her, and if you so much as twitch a little finger Nate, your ass is on the street, and I personally will skin your balls and hang them on my office door for decoration. I’ll have you thrown in the shit house so long for sexual abuse and harassment you’ll never get your head out of your cell mates ass.”

Nate was finally intimidated to the extent he backed away slightly and then slithered away with his low-life buddies. When we left, Sandy hurried me to her car and sped out of the secured executive area. She was at least mildly worried that Nate and his buddies would talk up more courage and make some move to take me by force.

She drove quickly west but surprised me by abruptly turning back into the Landing Strip. Oh no I thought, will his day never end? She parked the car right in front of the entrance next to the valet parking attendant and outside bouncer and told me to wait there and got out locking the door behind her. She spoke briefly to the guys and they seemed to take up guard duty at the doors of the car. In a moment the entrance door opened again and Sandy walked out with Leon close behind.

I was sitting in the front passenger seat and Leon climbed in the rear and sat behind me. Even though I had enjoyed sex with Leon as much as I had ever enjoyed it in my life, I was sickened at myself for having done it more than concerned at the thought of having sex again with him. ‘Leon’s coming with us.” Sandy said simply.

Speaking from behind me Leon said. “I understand you’ve had a rough time since you were here earlier. I’m coming along to make sure nobody else bothers you, don’t worry about anything.”

Sandy asked. “Where do you want to go Cynthia?

“Home,” I said and at the use of that word I completely broke down with violent heart wrenching pain and tears. 

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” She said softly, and then turning to Leon she added. “Part of the reason you’re here is to make sure her husband doesn’t kill her when we get there.”

“You mean Craig.” He said, he won’t hurt you, and not because I’m here, and not because he couldn’t (referring to the respect he had for Craig’s physical strength and character I believe) he loves you too much to hurt you. “He said with even confidence.

“You know my husband?” I said in amazement. “Sure, he comes to the club a lot, to entertain people for business.” He saw the surprised and confused look on my face and then added. “I’ve never seen him take a drink of anything stronger than coke and even though he likes to watch the dancers, he’s always treated them real nice and never did anything you could get mad at him for. I really like him, he’s a great guy; today I told him from now on everything here at the club is on the house for him.”




Discovering Sin Ch. 02



That seemed strange; finally I was becoming more relaxed and was starting to get more curious about the relationship between my husband and this illicit lover. “Why on earth would you do that, today of all days?” I asked.

I didn’t think a black man could blush, but he was obviously embarrassed because he knew he had said too much even if by accident, but then thought maybe the truth was the best thing he could offer. “He’s the one who gave me the $100.00 bill to give to you.”

I was shocked, I didn’t know whether to be mad, embarrassed, impressed or just stay confused. I certainly didn’t know what to make of it, but I was too much filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts already to start to process the meaning of this as well. We all just sat quietly as Sandy drove and we each pondered our own thoughts associated with the days events.

I gave Sandy directions as the streets grew smaller and less crowded and we got closer to my house. As those words passed through my mind I wondered if I was still going to be able to call it mine and didn’t dare believe I would. By the time we pulled into the drive, it was about 8:00 pm and dark enough to make the dark house seem that much darker and more ominous. My heart sunk at the vacant appearance.

I hadn’t considered the possibility of an empty house and realized I had no idea where my purse was with my key. It looks deserted and locked up.” Sandy said. “How am I going to get in?” I said out loud in panic. 

“Is your key in your purse?” Sandy asked. 

“Yea,” I said, “but I don’t’ have my purse.”

She turned to Leon, and said it’s there on the floor, along with her other clothes.” Apparently she had collected them from Elaine before everyone left the office.

Leon handed them all to me and I looked at my conservative clothing, barely worn since that morning. Without saying anything I undressed completely and redressed again exactly as I was in the bedroom with Craig admiring me before I left for work. In spite of the fact that the woman who had been with both of these people in a completely sexual context was all of a sudden completely naked with them again, my nudity didn’t seem to be a cause for arousal as I transitioned back to conservatism.

We all got out and approached the dark house together and I unlocked the door. We went inside and I turned on some lights to confirm the emptiness inside. Everyone was gone and the ominous feeling of solitude in my family’s absence was overwhelming and frightening. None of us could talk as I moved about the house from room to room as though I were taking mental phonographs so I could preserve memories when this all evaporated. I had cried so much, inside and out that it seemed I was finally empty of tears, but the ache in my heart was crushing.

Sandy and Leon asked me questions about this or that when I stopped to pay special attention to some detail that demanded my undivided attention. In doing this I think their appreciation for the trouble I felt deepened, as well as their resolve to do anything they could to help set it right. Both had taken part in the events of my obsessive descent and I think their conscience was giving them problems to. They really were good inside as I had always suspected.

At about 10:00 pm we were startled by noisy banging and loud voices at the front door. Sandy took initiative opening the door after attaching the security chain. With the door partially open she could see the intense faces of Nate and his two cohorts. They had all taken a few drinks to feed their bravado and were her to demand my ‘sexual’ services; I trembled at the realization of what a terrible danger I had exposed myself as well as my family to with my foolish lack of self control. 

I trembled in fear as I sized up the opposing strength and wondered if three against three was a terrible mismatch since my side had two women on it, and their side was pumped up with alcoholic courage.

Leon answered all my questions as he joined Sandy at the door and quickly forced it shut on the intruders. Then he surprised me by un-securing the safety chain and pulling the door open wide. Before the three inebriates could think of coming in, Leon advanced on Nate and placed one of his mighty hands firmly around his neck just below his jaw. He lifted Nate so his feet barely skipped along the ground as he propelled him backwards into the front yard and pinned him firmly against the large oak at the edge of the lawn.

Breathless already, Nate couldn’t draw air with the choking force of Leon’s grip. I was worried that Nate would die of suffocation, not because I felt concern for him but because I felt concern for Leon. The two friends went on the offensive and Leon quickly dispatched one with a crushing blow from his free elbow that left the drunk out cold and on his back. Then he calmly switched hands to continue the choking grasp on Nate and grasped the other around the neck with his free hand.

His grip was secure and the power in his arm was so great that he crashed the helpless assailant into the tree with such terrible force that the bloody face fell to the ground unconscious. With Nate’s friends now un conscious or no longer a threat, Leon directed full attention on the man almost ready to slip into unconsciousness. He relaxed the pressure against Nate’s windpipe so he was able to gulp in a breath for survival. Nate choked on the fresh air as it burnt and filled his dry lungs and became acutely aware of the crippling grip that still held him fast. 

With intense eyes that bore deeply into Nate’s fear center Leon slowly but evenly said. “I don’t think this lady ever wants to see you again, you fucked up little piece of shit. I know who you are and I can damned well find where you live, and if you ever even think about showing your face here again or even do the smallest thing to hurt her or her family, I’ll beat you to death! Got that, shit head?”

Nate was too defeated to say anything, and Leon repeated the question. “I said, have you got it shit head?”

Nate struggled to nod and choked out a yes so Leon released his grasp. “Get the rest of this shit off Cynthia’s lawn.” Leon ordered and then he returned to the house. We could see and hear Nate as he wrestled the semi conscious limp bodies into the car and drove off recklessly.

It was 10:30, and still no sign of anyone. I was certain and afraid that none of my family was going to return that night, maybe never again, and choked back a fresh batch of tears as I realized it was too late to cry over my stupidity again; I simply lowered my head to my hands, I was too drained to do anything more. Sandy lived alone, and said I could come to her place or she would spend the night with me in my home if I preferred. I asked her to stay. Without asking, Leon called his wife, somehow it surprised me that he was married, and told her he had a friend in a bad way and was going to stay to help out. She didn’t question his motives at all and somehow I thought I would really like to meet this woman.

Sandy chose to stay in the guest bedroom and I wondered briefly if Leon would expect more intimate sleeping arrangement in the master bedroom, but quickly dismissed that notion and chastised myself for even thinking it when he insisted on the spacious and comfortable sofa in the great room. I was too tired and exhausted from the spent adrenalin of the day to do anything but slip off my jacket, kick off the shoes and un-hook the restraining pressure of my bra for comfort before I fell onto the bed and cried myself to sleep.

At some time during the night I must have slipped off my slacks blouse so I could enjoy the warm comfort under the down comforter, because I woke up after sunrise wearing nothing but my panties and felt almost conspicuously naked until I found my robe in the closet and wrapped it warmly around me. As I walked from the bedroom I wondered if my guardian guests had left, or if any of my family had come back. The guest bedroom was empty and the bed was nicely made, the teasing odor of fresh cooked bacon drifted up the stairs to awaken my senses.

When I got to the kitchen, Leon and Sandy were talking like old friends and they took note of my entry as I moved into the room. “Hey sleepy head,” Leon Said, he was apparently the bacon chef for the morning. “You finally decided to wake up did you?” 

“We were about to open a betting pool on what time you were going to get up; you looked so tired last night, I was betting on no earlier than noon.” Sandy added.

“Yea, you were totally tapped. You looked uncomfortable when I checked on you at about 2:00 am, so I helped you out of your pants and shirt.” Leon said, and then added. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, thank you for the help; I’m sure I felt warmer and more comfortable that way.” The thought that Leon had undressed in my own bedroom made me blush and somehow seemed more erotic that having him see me nude at the club. I knew my nipples were rock hard and hoped the softness of my robe disguised it.

“Breakfast is ready.” Sandy announced. She had already found the dishes and silverware and set the table nicely, like only a woman would. We sat down and chatted warmly as we ate the delicious bacon and scrambled eggs. Sandy had used her special selection of spices to give them delightful flavor, but Leon still insisted on loading his portion down with shredded cheese and Tabasco sauce.

Thinking about Leon undressing me in the bedroom and the wild sex we had in the club turned me on and sent wild fantasies swimming through my one track mind, but Leon seemed perfectly content to keep a respectful hands-off distance. As I studied his resolve to keep this non-sexual, I wondered if I had succumbed to an addiction that would make it impossible for me to ever have hope for normal thinking again and rational behavior let alone reconciliation with Craig. If we ever did patch things up would I ever be able to maintain fidelity in a relationship again. Was I hopelessly hooked on adultery, promiscuity and self abuse; would I be a slut forever?” Remorse washed away the lust and I softly slipped back into depression.

Leon and Sandy were both doing their best to be helpful and asked me important although probing questions to help me explain to them and to myself what had led to the reckless disregard for the sanctity of my marriage and my obsession for exhibition and risky sex with anyone but Craig. It was hard to maintain meaningful continuity and then it dawned on me that I should print off this story I had been writing and let them read much of it so they could tell me if helped them understand. 

I had to open a new ream of printer paper because there were so many pages. It seemed the laser printer droned on forever spitting out pages. I assembled them into the relevant parts and handed the transcript pages to them. Sandy was a faster reader so she took the page first and then handed it to Leon after reading it. It only took a few minuets before she was done with her page before Leon had finished the previous one, then Leon started to skim more to keep up. He read the graphic sexual accounts slowly and rubbed his big cock through his pants as he became aroused with my narrative. And I became aroused as I watched him and decided I had better take the time to bring the record up to date with the events of yesterday. As I wrote, they read. 

The sky was starting to darken by the time I had arrived at the present in my text, and no one had shown up or called during the entire day with the exception of a few teenager friends. I tried to call Craig earlier but once I started writing, I was lost to time or distraction. When I finished, I called him again and thought I had succeeded before the line clicked and then went dead.

I was so sick with worry over the passage of time without any word, that when I tried to eat again, I threw up shortly afterwards. My friends did all they could to comfort me but I was slipping further and further into depression. The lust I had felt earlier was completely foreign to me now and I gripped my empty stomach as I felt the pain of my loneliness. The only thing I could appreciate was how distasteful the debauchery I had worried about being addicted to now was. Now it was only repulsive and I no longer had difficulty imagining a life without its grip on me.

Jenny Allen called that night. She had seen Leon leave the club abruptly after talking with Sandy and was able to piece part of the puzzle together when the valet parking attendants described me. I told her that the shit had hit the fan at the moment and I didn’t know if we would make it through this or the fan would chew me up and spit me back out. She asked if she could help and said Chris told her that Craig had disappeared from work and people were wondering where he was. That only added to the sick worry and fear that already possessed me.

Sandy stayed with me again that night, but Leon borrowed her car and left saying he would return. About two and a half hours later there was a knock on the front door. Sandy opened it again with the security chain in place then closed it so she could open it wide and let whoever was outside in. Leon was back, except this time he wasn’t alone. A beautiful woman somewhat thin and a little taller than me was with him. She looked almost Eurasian in appearance and clung possessively to his arm. She looked a little familiar and finally I recognized her as one of the dancers at the Strip.

No doubt she was one of the best that danced there, I’m guessed she ranked right along side Jenny, but there was still the professionally, almost over-perfect look that made all the dancers seem almost unreal and artificial. As they came inside Leon introduced her using her real name, Donna Miller, Leon’s wife. I had hoped to meet her, and now that she was here and the bond between them was so obvious and real I almost felt jealous. I’m sure she had witnessed the unrestrained lust and sexuality that had to be apparent during the coupling between me and her husband on stage.

She had indeed, that’s why she wasn’t about to let him stay another night here in the house without being by his side in bed. I blushed and smiled at the inferred compliment towards me, her potential competition for Leon’s honest lust.

Sleeping arrangements were adjusted so Leon and Donna could be together and alone in the guest bedroom. Sandy didn’t mind at all sleeping in Wendy’s bed, and I was once again alone in the empty reminder room to think about Craig.

The others slept soundly after the noise of the Miller’s love finally died out. God that man had stamina. I thrashed about the large empty bed as I wrestled with the possibility of sleeping alone like this from now on. I missed my family so much, I couldn’t bear it, but loosing the closeness of Craig was so terribly painful, I knew if he refused to take me back, my life would truly end. 

When the morning came the breakfast ritual was played out again. Donna looked all over the place for coffee and the coffeemaker and I laughed a little at her consternation when I told her we didn’t want to feel wired from too much caffeine, and the Coke and Mountain Due we drank supplied us with too much already. She seemed almost desperate and made us wait while Leon drove down to Starbucks for a large morning brew.

By late morning the guests all had cabin fever and were starting to wonder what more they could possibly do to help. I was just starting to form words to release them from their guard duty when we all froze with the ominous ringing of the phone. It had only rung rarely during the previous days and we all seemed to know together, that Craig was calling.

I picked up the phone and as soon as I heard his voice, my knees buckled and I slumped to the floor. My deep bitter crying was all anyone could hear, as I poured out my heart and begged his forgiveness. “Settle down Cynthia.” I heard Craig say. “You know I always forgive Cyn, (I hated that nickname now but new that it fit perfectly) that’s the easy part. Dealing with things that can’t be un-done is what’s going to be hard, but that’s not why I called. I guessed you might be home and that you may need a little warning. We’ll be there in about two hours, I’ll see you then.

“I love you Craig.” I said as I held the receiver tightly in my grip and waited for a confirming reply. He was silent for a moment and then the line went dead. My body shook with spasms from my crying as I clutched the silent phone. The others helped me up and supported me with loving strength as I continued to cry. Craig would soon be home, so would the kids, and I still had no confidence in the hope that I would be allowed to stay and take part in their lives.

To be concluded, one final chapter left



Discovering Sin Ch. 03



Off the record for the readers, this is the last chapter of a book, not a story.

For those of you who have helped or enjoyed the series, THANK YOU for your comments. Whether supportive or critical of the author or the characters I have seriously considered each response, and been affected by things you’ve said. I just finished Discovering Sin III below and I know some will like it and others won’t. I wasn’t sure how it was going to end until just a few hours ago.

I have strong feelings about sticking with things to the end; I think the characters reflect this. There are only a few of you responding through to just one of the story sites that I have been able to send a reply to and thank personally, but if any of you want to contact me through my author name CraCyn55, at yahoo.com with a return address, I will definitely reply and appreciate your effort.

I’ve been surprised to find some people who react in a cruel and bitter way to these characters. Almost always those mean and negative reactions are posted anonymously, but even those have caused me to do what I could to address concerns. Once again a sincere thanks for your support.

CraCyn55 

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You may laugh at the notion that Cyn wants to be ‘good’ and just can’t help herself, but it’s true and this is just part of the long story that tries to explain why.

This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they’re real to me and I’ve enjoyed this experience. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to know it, if you don’t; I hope you didn’t read it all. This is an exaggeration of life and emotion, if I hit my mark you will love the people you meet or hate them, I didn’t plan on neutrality.

I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I feel like a character, who was an aspiring author in a recent movie when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people were real, normal and comfortable with their normal lives until things went off track. They’re ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that’s why you’ll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all the story parts.

If you can’t figure out the part or chapter order, click on the author link for all the parts and refer to the posting date.

Everyone’s home, who’s going to stay?

I heard Cyn say I love you and knew she needed to hear the same, but it was more important, right now, for her to have feelings centered on consequence more than comfort or a premature sense of security. It was actually hard to leave with the kids and stay away for two days, but I knew ‘Cyn’ had to realize and feel deeply what she was walking away from if she made that choice, my only concern was that she might be so deeply immersed in either a sea of lust or deep depression that she couldn’t get out even if she thought she wanted to. 

I also knew there was a reason she fell into this web and it drew attention to the part of her psyche she had suppressed for many years, but was now as much a part of her as anything else, and that if it were ignored or she was forced to suppress again, it could emerge again one day and possibly take on an even uglier form.

I read and studied the words she laid down in her search for self understanding, and as a result, felt I understood her better. Ironically, knowing her needs, desires and all the little things that constitute a person’s ignition points for pleasure under other circumstances would make it possible for me to be a better husband, a more exiting and stimulating lover, but the process by which I have learned these things realistically appeared to present an insurmountable obstacle to our staying together. 

At the very least, if we mutually decided to remain a couple, how could the deception and unrestrained sexual intimacy that she engaged in with people who were strangers to me fail to leave scar tissue and wounds that would be barriers to trust and faith in each other. The fact that the levels of intimacy far exceeded our wildest and most exiting acts of love alone would leave almost any man constantly wondering what invisible ghosts he might be competing against for sexual impression for ever.

Maybe I’m not like other men. By that I don’t pretend to suggest I have extraordinary powers, far to the contrary, at that point I felt anything but up for the challenge. There are some fundamental principals that I hold more important than any others however, and I believe those principals contain extraordinary power. 

I have known for as long as I could remember that I do not have one single ‘Samantha’ power. I’ve never been able to wiggle my nose and transport me to another place or another time. Where I am is where I am, period. The only thing I had power to control is what the hell I did with time I was there. I absolutely love to grow and learn so when things become the most challenging; my resolve to make something good come of it rises exponentially. I couldn’t imagine a scenario in which I would be faced with greater challenge or obstacles than this.

It wasn’t a challenge to beg her to stay under any condition, that probably wouldn’t be particularly hard and I wouldn't allow her to return without condition, but the object was to somehow end up with everything better than it ever was, taking a spineless approach to become a weak and submissive figurehead partner certainly isn’t what I would call better. Neither would the vindictive or vengeful approach work or be appealing, where some people would suggest that I could make Cyn my sex slave and sell her services on the street and exploit her addiction so that I could financially profit from her weakness.

There’s only one acceptable outcome as far as I was concerned, Cynthia, me and our whole family had to come out to the better, now there’s a hell of a challenge, one well worth fighting for. Pardon me for saying, but I’ve never been one to take what I consider to be the weak candy assed approach of dumping troubled baggage overboard to simply lighten the load, so you can go on without it, and I didn’t want her to live out the remainder of her life repressing her sexual self and feeling guilty over the sexual recklessness of her youth and these last few weeks. If I had a choice of seeing her in a short dress, or sack cloth and ashes, I think you know what I would choose.

If Cyn didn’t stay a part of this family, it would be more her choice, than mine and the kids. I think I know her well enough form 18 years in a powerful partnership and after reading the same things she wrote as you did, that right now she probably places a much lower value on herself than I do, so I was more concerned about her giving up from lack of hope and depression than I was about her walking out on us because she wanted to continue her sexual interests independently. Whatever happened was going to be a matter of choice, not dictatorial ultimatum and concession. 

We made an important decision early on in our marriage that we would never electively consider divorce so the natural extension of this suggested that if we had a serious disagreement in which either or both of us were emotional and angry and didn’t want to be in the same room as the other, that neither of us would banish or evict the other from a room, if either of us felt separate beds were necessary, then that partner would have to exercise the option to go to a different room or bed.

I wasn’t inclined to follow the rules we set because I was forced to, I helped set the principals up and demanded observance from myself because I believed in them. Everyone in the family knew they were a part with rights and privileges, but we also knew there were conditions of fairness that had to be accepted by each in order to maintain entitlement to those rights and privileges.

In simple terms, Cyn knew that voluntary acceptance of obligations, principals of fairness and even rules were the price each of us had to pay in order to enjoy the company and good will of the others. Cyn couldn’t be a part of the family or my partner in life without her choice to accept the conditions and responsibilities associated with it. The fundamental rules were not capricious or dogmatic; they were simple cause and effect conditions of social interaction that were objective, fair and compassionate.

There is not one person on this planet that can damage or diminish me by what they feel or think about me. Cyn’s behavior or anyone’s opinion about it doesn’t make me any less or more than who I am, unless I choose to feel less or more by it. Cynthia is the one who is affected and the compassionate side of our rule for living made me concerned for her well being as well as for ours. 

I wanted Cyn to be healthy, happy, secure and yes even completely fulfilled sexually in her own life and in our relationship as well, and I wanted and expected the same for myself. I had taught and truly believed it was an inescapable responsibility of any soul mate and lover to do all in their power to discover the keys to the pleasures of their other half, so many of the things Cyn had wildly done were things I myself might have discovered or lead her into if I had been meeting those responsibilities instead of hiding in my own guilty conscience I still felt more pain at what I had failed to notice than the fact she had expressed herself in such wanton openness with someone else.

Remember, I’m the one who provided the initial motivation to move her to that dance stage in the Landing Strip knowing from what I had read and knew that it could release the slut inside of her in front of all of us, and demonstrate her full power of sexual lust. I had no intention of trying to suppress her sexual expression and freedom; she would control how she wanted to act in the future, if she wanted to remain a partner and chose to express her sexuality with exhibition, and daring, I would be her catalyst. If extreme lust led to a strange cock, it would lead to a strange pussy as well.

The real complication would come in managing even our completely faithful sexual expression in a more free fashion while doing our best to protect three impressionable teens from being exposed to too much too soon. I think we both still agreed that we wanted to do all we could to help them be free from situations, urges and feelings better left to a later day.

I also knew that I had no desire to turn my back on my Church or all of the good things it encouraged and even required us to do. I knew there were components to my mind and thought that took pattern in my youth, and made me who I am. I don’t resent that. I acknowledge it and accept the responsibility to control what I must and give expression to what I can. So it is with Cyn. I don’t love her in spite of who she is; I love her because of it, and because of what she is capable of feeling and doing.

While we were at Ted’s, I had worked in time to take each of the kids one by one and explain as best as I could the circumstance of our family crisis. I was able to assure each one of my deep undying love for their mother and for them and I hoped I was able to help them understand that Cyn had choices she needed to make that may not be the choices we hoped for. The kids all agreed on their own that it was best for them to quickly reassure their mother of their love and then as soon as possible leave Cyn and I alone to sort things out.

I know we were all filled with anxiety and questions just like Cyn. When we pulled the car into the garage, no one really expected Cynthia to throw the door open and rush to us with open arms. I’m sure her burden was so great she might be afraid to see us at all. We moved into the house without a lot of words and found Cyn sitting in the great room with her legs tucked under her, looking full of concern and worry. 

Each of the kids went to her and embraced her warmly telling her how much they missed her while we were at Uncle Ted’s Cynthia stood and drew each one powerfully into her embrace as tears flowed down her stained cheeks. She told them all how deeply she loved them and how terribly she had missed them as well. 

When the teenagers all drifted out of the room, she turned to me with eyes that were moist with emotion and appeared to be windows to her very soul. As I approached, she gave way totally to the hurt and pain she knew she had brought into our relationship.


She cried bitterly and told me over and over and over again how sorry she was for the damage she did to me and our relationship, and that she loved me too much to live without me. Tears ran down my cheeks as well as we took at least this moment to confirm and declare our love for one another. Neither of us believed for a second that resolution and the rebuilding of our relationship would be as easy and simple as this declaration.

“Oh Craig,” She cried. “You know what a fool I’ve been. I don’t think I’ll ever be able make up for my selfishness stupidity.” And she collapsed against me shaking from the unending emotional storm.

For a long moment I simply held her, before asking. “Cyn, what do you think was the most stupid thing you did?” 

There wasn’t an accusatory tone in my voice but I don’t think she really know what to make of the question. “What do you mean?” She said, assuming the use of the word ‘stupid’ was obvious but wondering how to identify ‘most’.

“Just tell me why ‘stupid’ is the best word to describe what you were doing.”

She thought for a minute and then started to explain how it was stupid first of all to put our relationship in jeopardy; it was foolish to risk hurting the kids, to risk health, safety, disease and arrest; all of these things were indeed stupid, but abusing my trust in her and my love was by far the ‘most stupid’ thing of all she said, and the pain associated with that admission left her weak and completely overcome with remorse.

She laid her head against my chest and I comforted her in my arms for all of the moments that were required to settle her down and drain her reservoir of tears. When she was finally calm and able to reason, I started to ask her the hard questions.

“Can you tell me what it was that made you do it in spite of the risk?” I asked.

“At first, I honestly didn’t consider the risks.” She admitted. “I know I was becoming selfish, and got carried away with what I thought justified my self indulgence. I think I convinced myself, that I had gone without things just for myself alone for a long time, and that it was ok for me to do what I wanted. At that time risk didn’t seem to be a concern. That’s why I decided to go back to work.”

“Things just escalated quickly, so quickly I didn’t see the risks that were coming. On the day I got the job I took Jenny with me, and we stopped at a mall so I could buy something new for my interviews. I didn’t know Jenny was a stripper until that day and it shocked me. I couldn’t get that off my mind as we drove to Gresham.”

“We stopped at Victoria’s Secret and she tried to talk me into some sexy lingerie. She said that beauty pageant contestants sometimes paraded around in the evening gowns without wearing panties so they would feel more alive during the competition, and that sexy lingerie under my clothes might give me an edge. I didn’t have the nerve to buy any and was afraid you would find out and think that wild thoughts were running through my head. I was really the one who was starting to have wild thoughts running through my head.”

She did talk me into a new jacket, skirt and blouse. The skirt was shorter than any I had worn since college even though it only came to about two inches above my knees, and the blouse was sheerer than any I’ve ever worn as well; you could see my bra and full slip underneath it. It was the same blouse I wore Wednesday morning.

“We stopped at a shoe store and my skirt seemed much shorter when I sat down. The guy who helped me could see quite a lot, and the more he looked between my legs the more excited I got. I can’t believe I’m telling you this now, I can hardly believe it happened but I’m more afraid of holding anything back. Believe it or not, I let my knees move apart until I knew he had a good view of my pantyhose crotch and my panties, and it made me so excited I’m sure my panty crotch was soaked.”

“The more I showed, the bolder he became. When I stood beside him to see how the shoes felt, he caressed my calf muscle and pointed out how the heels made my muscle look more toned. As I looked down into his eyes, he slid his hand up my leg until he touched my wet crotch and gently rubbed back and forth along my pussy until I shook with a climax.” 

“I bought two pairs of high heels from him, and Jenny was beside herself when I joined her in the courtyard. She had seen everything and couldn’t believe what I had done. Neither could I. These feelings were coming so fast I didn’t know what to do about them. Things continued at Apex when I let Mr. Armitage look up my skirt and at the tops of my breasts.” 

“When I was offered the job, I felt so excited all the way home that Jenny opened the convertible top on the freeway during the commuting traffic jam. She had taken off her blouse and pants before putting the top up so she could get some sun and she looked like she was wearing a skimpy swimming bikini. 

She started working on me again to join her and I got so excited by the other commuters who were cheering both of us on that I stripped down as well, only my underwear couldn’t be mistaken for a beach bikini. I’m afraid to admit it Craig, but I actually masturbated on the freeway while three guys in a jacked up 4X4 watched.”

“Since I had already gone that far, it was only a matter of time before things got completely out of hand in the carpool.” By the time I was fully aware of the risks, what was happening probably wasn’t in spite of the risks anymore.” She admitted. “I think maybe it was because of them.”

“Craig,” she said. “You told me on the phone that I needed to tell you ‘everything’ that happened that day, and everything else, but we haven’t got to that point yet and I’ve done little more than answer your questions. I’ve known this time was coming from the beginning and that somehow I was going to have to tell you everything. It scares me that even though you’ve said you could handle it; you won’t like me after you know everything. 

I’ve written everything that happened, all the way back to my boyfriend Eddy in high school. It was on the computer, and I’ve printed it all out. It’s very long, but I think it’s the only way I can make sure you know everything and can help me even understand why I’ve done these things.”

She handed me a thick stack of papers stapled into sections and parts. There were well over a hundred pages. And I took them from her shaking fingertips and said don’t worry honey, I still love you. And then I confessed I had already read almost of it. I explained what I had seen the morning of the first day she had been taken to the Landing Strip and how I had searched for answers to questions and in doing had discovered the photos and the word documents on the computer.

“Cynthia,” I said. “I’ve never told you this before, but I owe it you to tell you now, but before I do you need to know that I’ve already read the things you had in the computer up until Wednesday morning. I assume most it, if not all is true, and not just part of a fictional erotic story.” She nodded her head slowly to indicate it was, in fact all too true.

“When I was over the Asian portion of international production and had to travel to often, there were some things that happened that you have a right to know about before we go any further. You remember me telling you about the street hustlers that were always trying to line things up for me?” Again she nodded. “Well, I never admitted that I let them take me to what I thought they were calling a light show, and couldn’t figure what in the world that was. Actually they had all had a little problem with English; it was a live show, where sex acts were performed before an audience.”




Discovering Sin Ch. 03



“I watched a young married couple undressed each other and then performed oral sex and fucked for the audience. It shocked me as I thought back on the incident, because before the show started, she sat by my side and asked if I wanted to have sex with her on the stage. With her broken English, I didn’t understand until I had left what she had asked, and then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and all the implication associated with it.”

“On a later trip one of the hustlers took me to a body massage parlor, where the specialty was a full body massage by a beautiful young Thai girl. The massage always ended up with the girl naked while she used her whole body to do the massage. It ended up with us having sex, and I went back to one of the parlors or had a girl come to my hotel room on most of my visits to Bangkok after that.” 

“I felt guilty but didn’t have the nerve to confess to you. I convinced myself that you didn’t deserve to be hurt and tried to work harder at making you and the kids happy to make up for it, so you see, I have just as much reason to ask for your forgiveness as you do to ask for mine. You know I try to not be judgmental of others.” I said. “Thailand probably had a lot to do with making me that way.”

“Craig,” Cyn said. “You told me you were inside the Landing Strip and watched while Leon and I fucked so, so wildly. Leon told me you were the one who paid the $100.00 to get me to dance, why did you do that, why didn’t you try to stop us?”

“Excellent questions and you’re not the first to raise them. I’ve even asked my self the same, and the answer goes far beyond the point of being non-judgmental. When we were in college you told me about riding in a bus one day and looking out the window at a passing car in time to see a guy driving along side with his pants down while he played with his stiff cock.”

“Although I was not the guy, I related to him that because I was struggling with exhibitionistic urges during that period myself. My first climax came when my sister surprised me and almost caught me naked like your brother caught you. First experiences like that can set deep psychological roots into our personalities.”

“If I had watched strangers doing what the two of you did in the Landing Strip, it would have been completely exiting, as exiting as anything I would have ever seen, but since neither of you were ‘strangers’, and I knew your thoughts better, it was far more erotic than anything I could imagine. The only difficulty was in dealing with the jealousy, emotion and even anger, but in reality all of those things just pushed the sexual excitement that much higher.”

“The only thing I wanted without question in our sexual life was to know that you truly and completely wanted sex, and to be able to surrender to unrestrained sexual passion, for sure I wanted to be the source of inspiration to that passion, and the jealousy came in wondering whether or not someone else was capable of lifting you higher than I could, not in resenting the fact you felt what you did. I will never want anything but the greatest sex in the world for you and me both, and I don’t want to take anything off the table that may be needed to help that happen.”

“The only thing that really hurt, and that I’m not willing to let happen again is that your sexual fulfillment and my own in Thailand was done in secret from each other and outside our relationship. If we can’t come together in a relationship that doesn’t smother the sex out of either of us, there’s no point in living together any longer.” I said closing my argument.

We were both quiet for a long time as we moved abut the rooms and privately considered all that we both had shared and the associated implications. Neither of us wondered if the other still felt love, but we had to try as best we could to see if we could live with and meet the responsibilities included in the parameters for sharing and expression that were being formed.

“Cynthia,” I asked, breaking the long silence. “Think back, a long time ago to just before we got married. There was a wedge between us at a point that put our plans for marriage on hold while you, if I remember correctly wanted to test our relationship by dating other men to find out for sure if I was the one for you.” I knew she remembered when she hung her head and blushed with embarrassment. “You started to see a guy named Rick, remember?” Now she looked fearful, as she slightly nodded her head.

“You fucked him, right?” I asked knowing the question had been asked and answered long ago.

“You know I did, you saw us in the car outside my apartment, but I confessed all that to you then, before we got back together again.”

“Confessed, yes you did, but you didn’t tell me how much fucking you were doing, and where.” She wrapped her arms around herself and curled her body into a ball to be as small as possible and rocked back and forth in visible conflict.

“He fucked me a lot Craig, sometimes as many as four or five times in a day. We did it on campus in corridors between classes, in bathrooms, in the bushes, on the lawn, all over the place. He loved risky dangerous sex and he made sure a lot of people saw us doing it. He also shared me with his roommates and let them fuck me anywhere they wanted. It went on for almost two months. The whole time I wanted to date others.”

“Did it start before you started the dating test?” I asked.

“No it didn’t.” She said, I had seen him and there was something about the way he looked t me that made me think he wanted to see me and it made me hot. That’s why I said I thought we should see others.” 

“Did you ever fuck him after you told me you broke things off?” I asked.

“No, the only thing I could think of then was that I had lost you and couldn’t think of anything else or want to see anyone else.”

“Did you ever fantasize about Rick after we got married, or think about having sex with him?

“I’m sorry; she said softly there were times early on that I thought about all the wild sex, with Eddy and with Rick, it was nothing but sex and it was dirty and nasty and I thought about it and him a lot. I masturbated and was afraid if I saw him again we would end up having sex if he took control.

“For eighteen years, I’ve always believed you never strayed even once until recently. Is that true?” I asked.

“Yes it is, I haven’t done anything with anyone else since we got married until now. The situation with Rick became negative, he was a control freak and it got to the point where there was no pleasure or excitement in it. I think that’s why I was able to bring my desires under control so well for so long, because it became ugly.” She said, and I knew she was telling the truth but repeated an earlier question for emphasis. “Did you ever think about Rick and the things you did again and wish you could have had him after we got back together?”

She hung her head and admitted that he had been the source of many masturbatory fantasies, mostly in the earlier part of our marriage after the newness of our new married life had worn off. 

“These feelings and desires aren’t going away just because you tell them to Cyn, or because I force you to bury them” I said without worry. “They are a part of you, and even though I was too stupid to see them there on my own, now that I know they are there, I don’t want to see them smothered anymore than you do. I don’t know what this means right now, I don’t want to know, but I want to be prepared if they show up again, and I want them to be explored with ‘us’ if they do, not just you or I”

“But wouldn’t those things directly threaten our marriage. They’re in violation of the marriage vows we made to each other and apparently we’ve both screwed up already. How could they possibly exist any longer without destroying our marriage, I won’t live with that risk anymore, I can’t.” She said almost despondent with memory and apprehension.

“Honey, I know it sounds ridiculous at first, but think it over. What was the main ingredient in your mind that made you feel you were addicted?” I asked as we reasoned together.

“I don’t know, I guess the exhibitionism, loss of control, a sense of danger and risk. They all seemed to play a big part, but I guess the fact I was willing to risk everything for dangerous sex under someone else’s direction was the most stimulating thing of all. But you see, that’s why it wouldn’t work, I wanted someone else outside our marriage to make me do nasty wicked things that I believed would hut you. I certainly didn’t hate you, anything but that, but there was a sadistic part somewhere in there that wanted you to hurt while I got off on sex right in front of you.”

“I’m afraid that if I got into things the way I was, I might change, and the willingness to hurt you would come up again. I just don’t want to take that chance again.”

I had been thinking seriously about this for several days and so I was still trying to process her thoughts against my own, and after considering everything again I spoke. “Cyn, there are two separate contexts that we are dealing with here, and I’ll agree they are not really compatible. One is our relationship on the basis of love, true love. The other context is of our relationship on the basis of lust with passion and daring. I know that lust and passion exist as a part of both contexts but in the first, love rules the passion, in the second, passion rules the lust.

“My point is that the presence of risk didn’t stop either one of us from stepping into danger before. If we want control and excitement, then we need to understand what causes the pressure inside us that leads us to take the risks, and learn to manage it together. The context of love contains the control and security we both need to base the future and our lives together on, the context of lust contains the passion and daring we both want in order to feel alive, and both of these contexts will play an important role in our success or failure.”

These concepts were so weighty and complex that we both desperately needed a good night’s rest before anything more was said. “I think it’s time we shelved this until tomorrow morning.” I said. “We both need rest.” Cyn agreed completely and we walked off towards the bedrooms and a nights rest. Cynthia gathered her nightgown and robe but instead of putting them on started out the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To the spare bedroom,” She answered.

“Are you mad at what I said? I asked again.

“No, of course I’m not mad” Cyn said, “I thought you would want this bedroom and you wouldn’t want me in here with you.”

“You know the rule Cynthia, neither of us get’s to send the other away.” I said and I hoped the subtle warm smile I was trying to make showed through.

Almost timidly, like we newlyweds, Cyn started to undress. I just stood there and watched her every move, which probably made her self conscious and blush. I loved her nervousness and my penis quickly grew hard tenting my slacks. While she stood before me in just a sexy sheer bra and almost transparent bikini panties, my cock throbbed and pulsed in my pants. She could see the evidence of my arousal and her nipples grew firm in response.

She looked at my bulge, then into my eyes, and brought both hands to her breasts to fondle them and pinch her nipples to greater hardness. While she studied my face she ran a sensual tongue over her lips to moisten them, and then she slipped her thumbs into the waist of her panties and slowly pushed them down while moving her hips slowly from side to side. Naked except for her bra she opened the closet door and located her sexiest high heeled shoes with thin straps that held them on and slipped her delicate feet into them.

“Hell,” I thought aloud what a wet dream. Next she literally undulated her way across the room and knelt in front of me. Like it was a sensuous art form, she undid my belt, unfastened my trousers and slowly lowered the hissing zipper. She tenderly drew my pants and underwear down to my ankles and lovingly administered to my painfully swollen cock. Loving kisses were applied to every inch of exposed flesh and she licked its length warming it more before she took it into her mouth. Cyn had sucked my cock before, and I knew she had sucked others, but the sensations of love and adoration she communicated through her oral love were unlike anything she or I had ever experienced in our lives.

She didn’t bring me to climax with her mouth, and I didn’t feel any measure of regret because of it. I had already unbuttoned my shirt but left it hanging loose; she stood and we embraced while she opened and slipped the shirt from my shoulders and off so we could feel the heat of our nakedness against each other. Cynthia urged me to the bed and I sat and then lay back on its length. 

There was a small clutch bag on the night stand and she quickly retrieved a foil packet from inside. She deftly opened it and extracted the latex protection. As I lay there watching, she laid the protective membrane on the tip of my hard penis, and then using her mouth and teeth lovingly rolled it down over my excited shaft. I never had liked condoms, I thought they distracted from the spontaneous excitement of sex as well as the physical pleasure. This was certainly an exception, I knew she did it to protect me in case she had acquired an infection that could hurt me, furthermore I knew it represented an honest effort on her part to try to be safe in the promiscuous sex in which she had been engaged, in spite of the fact I knew some of the times lust had exceeded reason.

She applied a little oil also from the table to make sure there would be no uncomfortable dryness for either of us and stroked my cock lovingly to make sure it was completely covered. Then in response to our sexual need she moved to straddle my body. I saw a tear slip from her lower eye lid and run down her cheek and knew it was from regret that the condom was needed, gratitude for my understanding and mostly for the deep and abiding love that I knew was making her heart burst like never before.

Cyn rose up, and then took hold of my straining member to guide it to her wet and waiting womb. She lowered her body onto my full length and shuddered at the feeling of fullness and complete possession. She just sat there for a moment as my penis throbbed inside her and the soft moist walls of her tightly gripping pussy flexed and relaxed to fuck my cock without other movement. Then our passion and lust rose as did her body and she began to seriously fuck up and down the full length of my aroused organ.

I thought when this coupling finally happened, that it might be strained and uncomfortable, or that our pent up lust would cause the fucking to be short and dynamic for both of us. In reality it was magical for us. I could speak for both because never before had we been so at one with each other. It seemed like we fucked on and on without tiring for hours trying to devour one another in that need to be merged. Eventually the tempo signaled the need in both of us to cum, and each or our energies fed off the other until both our bodies became rigid with every muscle joining in for power and mutual support to drag from us one large crescendo orgasm.

Cyn laid her body down along mine and we continued to hold each other as we enjoyed the afterglow of sex. We fell asleep like that and it must have been hours later when I awoke and felt myself still sheathed in her warm cunt before I drifted off again. In the morning I woke to the warm sensation of her mouth making oral love to my rested tool again. As I lay there in the sweet luxurious haze of early morning I was thrilled as she brought me fully out of my rest and took my entire load into her mouth as I pumped jet after jet of hot sperm into her throat.

I pushed her over onto her back and fondled her tits through her loosened bra. She had released the strap for comfort but had not removed it and I pushed it up and took in a large mouthful of tit so I could suck its nipple to hardness. I alternated between large mouthfuls and just nibbling her nipples until the erogenous connection between her tits and pussy had created a swamp that needed to be drained.

I kissed down along her body and down to her knee before kissing back up the sensitive flesh between her legs. When I got to her beautiful pussy I just looked at it and worshiped the erotic scene of her swollen labia and dripping slit. I played with her sensitive lips and teased her erect clitoral bud before drilling the length of my rolled tongue into her moistness to add to the two fingers already plowing in and out. When I was ready to concentrate my attention on her desperately needy clit she was almost mad with lust. It didn’t take long before she was thrashing and screaming through an intense climax, and I wondered how much the kids were hearing.

As we settled back down and rubbed the remaining sleep from our eyes, I worried a little that the precautions we took the previous night were made pointless by the morning’s oral sex, but Cyn said she had received preliminary good news. It was 10:30 already and she had called Jenny earlier this morning while I still slept. She had called her Thursday morning as well and Jenny had stopped by with a friend a few hours later to draw blood for tests. Due to the sexual nature of the business Jenny was in, testing for STDS was a fairly common practice. Initial tests concluded Cyn was free of infection, and although it would take longer to be 100% sure nothing was wrong, we were 99% sure already.

In case you’re wondering, we didn’t stay in bed all day there was a lot to do on Saturdays and for the rest of the day we were caught up in normalcy. Late in the afternoon, and early evening we talked alone again. We rehearsed much of what was discussed the previous night until we were both resolved that our lives could go on and that what ever came we would make sure we were in it together. The only risk that I truly didn’t want to deal with was having one of us fall in love with someone else, but then I thought if that could happen, sex would probably have little to do with it. 

We both understood that if we strayed off a conservative path into morally murky waters that we were putting everything at risk until we were back on dry land. Although we had faith in each other, there was no way we could guarantee that we wouldn’t be burned if we played with matches. We also realized that we shared a lot of, shall we say ‘non-traditional’ notions and values, and that for at least the time being we were not sure we wanted to take the risk associated with dumping all of those non-traditional oily rags into the corner and chance the possibility of spontaneous combustion.

Somehow we didn’t fancy the idea of permanently destroying them either. That’s what most people would probably say was the prudent and responsible path. Maybe we were just too young at heart to be that wise and mature.

We were getting hungry and started to make plans for dinner, and Cyn asked if we could go out to Antonio’s a quiet little Italian place we enjoyed in the city. I liked that idea as well and we headed to the bedroom to change. I hadn’t read her account of that Wednesday filled with sex and was curious about what she was thinking, especially while she undressed in the street outside our bedroom window. I waited until she had taken most of her clothes off to change and then told her that I wanted to know what happened, and what she was thinking.

“Are you sure you don’t want to read it in full detail?” She asked hoping I would.

“I would rather here a short version from you now.” I whispered in her ear, “But I want you to take everything off and stand in front of the window with the blinds open so you can see what I saw.

Her eyes blinked open in shock and she said, “But some may see Craig.”




Discovering Sin Ch. 03



Wouldn’t that be great?” Is all I said, and I watched as her nipples grew as big as ever.

Cynthia slipped off her bra and pushed her panties from her ass and then stood facing the uncovered window. Her voice was lower, rich with sexual arousal as she described what she felt while getting dressed that morning and the excitement that already had her pussy wet by the time she reached the open door of the car. She almost came when Nate told her she had to take her pants and underwear off before she could get in the car. When she was naked below the waist her legs trembled while Nate fucker her with his fingers and she got so turned on she had to be naked, so she removed the rest of her clothes while she looked at the window and pretended to be looking at me.

She told me how excited she was to climb into the car and sit on Nate’s hard cock and told me she made him wear a condom. She imagined me watching while the light in the car illuminated her naked body while she rode his cock to powerful orgasms for both of them. Then she told me about the outfit they had her wear and how the red spandex dress continually crept up and she was not allowed to pull it down and how every time it reached her waist she was required to take off her panties and find someone to fuck her before she could re-dress.

She fucked over and over all morning and Clark Dennis had just fucked her while she stood at the drive thru window just seconds before I arrived. She was afraid I could see her bare legs from my high riding SUV, and was both terrified and thrilled at the challenge to find something to wear when she had to come out and see me. She was afraid when I tried to push my hand into her pants that I would find her wet naked pussy and excited when I pulled her dress down to expose her tits.

She knew I had watched her go into the Landing Strip and strip for the crowd before fucking Leon, my black bouncer friend, and I told her I had seen her associates undress her in the office parking lot and the parking lot at the club and she told me how excited it was for her to be exposed like that in the face of probable discovery.

I asked what happened after I left and she told me about Nate’s attempt to orchestrate a gang bang and that she had stood up to him and so had her boss. Sandy’s power and authority in the company provided enough leverage for her to diffuse the situation and prevent non-consensual sex but Nate was still trying to somehow get her away so he could use her for what ever pleasures he chose indefinitely so Sandy had enlisted Leon’s assistance protect her from Nate. 

She said Nate had come to the house Wednesday evening, intending to take her by force and that Leon had taken care of him and his two friends so they shouldn’t be a problem any more she told me, but I still felt anger rise inside as my protective instincts flared. I am slow to feel anger and even slower to show it, that doesn’t me I’m not capable of acting on it. 

I spent my younger years and the early part of our marriage in construction and I worked hard and was physically fit. I have always kept myself in good shape, but my stature is wiry not bulky. I was able to lift as much and do as much as any man on the job, but my power comes in the form of concentrated and directed energy rather than brute strength. If I am required or need to fight, there is no reservation in my determination to see things through to the end. If the stakes are high enough I’m prepared to fight until I no longer breathe. If I was there the night Nate showed up, there’s a good chance one of us would have ended up dead, and I don’t think it would have been me.

Cyn saw the quiet firmness in my features and knew that it was probably better that Leon had been there than I. It wouldn’t have helped if I had spent the next twenty five years in jail. Just as quickly as the intensity came, it passed and I settled back to the more exiting thoughts that had recently made my prick so hard. 

Cynthia and I kissed again and then we started to dress to go to Antonio’s. I had selected the clothes I wanted her to wear while she was telling me about Wednesday morning. It was the same outfit she had worn on Tuesday. When she saw them on the bed she blushed remembering what had happened in them. “Tell me what happened Wednesday morning while you’re getting dressed.” I said. This would help get the woody stiff again I thought as I smiled to myself.

“That was the day they started fucking me.” She said. “I knew they were going to fuck me before they picked me up that day. While I was getting dressed, I wanted you to see me in my black bra and ultra sheer black panties. They were so much sexier than you had ever seen me wear before. The guys gave them to me the day before and told me it was time to make sure you saw me wearing them. I couldn’t stop rubbing myself while I was putting them and my dress on.” 

‘We played this little game where I would dress conservatively so you could see me leave in the morning without suspicion, and then when I was in the car with them on the way to work, they would take off all my clothes and dress me up again real sexy for work. I would stay dressed like that all day and they could do what ever they wanted and make me be nasty with them while we were at work, and then on the way back home they would take all my sexy clothes off and I would put the normal conservative things back on so I seemed like your normal wife when you saw me.” 

“I knew they were going to take off all my clothes again that day, but I was also sure they were going to fuck me too. Things had been building up, and I knew I couldn’t wait any more either. I thought it was funny that Elaine would park so screwy and should have known that something was up. On Monday they only drove down to the front of the Jensen’s house and stopped again. They took off all my clothes right there so anyone walking around could have seen me naked. They were getting more daring each day.”

“When the door opened up and Scott reached under my dress, I knew he was going to strip me naked right there standing by the side of the car. As soon as he had my panties and pantyhose off, he had me spread my legs so he could finger fuck me while he finished undressing me. I was going crazy while he went under my bra and rubbed my naked tits with one hand and played with my pussy with the other hand.”

“As soon as he brought me off, he pulled my dress and bra off and I jumped in the car and lay across his lap while he picked up my clothes and Elaine drove off. I felt his hard naked cock against my tummy and stroked it before I got up and guided it into my pussy. It felt so fucking good to have someone else’s cock in my pussy I came over and over again before we even got out of our neighborhood.”

During the time she was reciting this description she put on the clothes I had selected. When she pulled the panties up to cover her ass, I couldn’t resist the sexy sight, and I pulled them down in the back, and laid the length of my hard cock along the crotch of her panties and slid forward and back between her legs; the moist swollen lips of her excited pussy bathed the top of my cock with fluid as it slid my penis along her wet lips. She pulled the dress over her head and down until it stopped at my extended prick, and then reached between her legs to take my cock so she could guide it into her hot wet slit. I was only able to fuck her briefly before the pent-up lust made me dump my stored load of cum deep in her warm vagina.

I continued to hold her lovingly from behind and I think we both sensed that this afterglow exchange of deep love helped us to confirm of our solidarity. As we uncoupled, she turned in my arms and wrapped her’s around my neck as we kissed and tenderly caressed each other like true sweethearts.

“Do you still want me to wear this outfit to Antonio’s?” She asked with a slightly crooked eyebrow, wondering if had just been intended for ‘window dressing’?

“Sure I do?” I answered without hesitation. “Except that you also said they had you put on pantyhose also, mostly so they could take them off, so maybe you should slip some on.”

She smiled in appreciation and said that she was getting quite hungry, so I escorted her from our bedroom. 

We talked and joked and generally had a great time driving into the city, but she noticed that every time we went under a street light or whenever the lights from a passing car lit up our interior a little I looked at her legs, or at least what I could see of them. She saw me, and with a wicked smile pulled her dress up to her waist so I could see everything. She smiled even more when she saw me rub my stiff member through my trousers.

When we got into the city with its bright lights, she didn’t get nervous and pull her hem back down. Instead she spread her legs so she could rub her panty crotch. I looked at her lightly stroking fingers and told her to take off her panty hose there in the car. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band and pushed them all the way off without a question. We arrived at Antonio’s and were lucky enough to find a parking space close by.

We walked hand in hand to the front door and were happy to find there was hardly any wait. It was after 9:00 so the normal dinner crown was long gone. I asked for a secluded table or booth and we were seated near the back in a booth on the end wall. When our waiter arrived we already knew what we wanted so we quickly ordered, and settled in for a short wait and nibbled on the tasty bread sticks that were complimentary for dinner guests.

Not long after we settled in I noticed Cyn repeatedly looking slightly behind me and to my right. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “You seem to be looking at something.”

Her eyes snapped up to meet mine as though she was somewhere else mentally. “What did you say sweetheart?” She asked not having heard or paid attention.

“I asked you what the matter was. You seemed to be looking at something.”

Now she blushed with embarrassment and told me in a whisper that it was just her imagination, she though the two business men seated near by were paying extra attention to her and it was un-nerving. She said she thought maybe we had talked about sex too much and her imagination was running wild.

I tried to look around like I was searching for the waiter and quickly scanned the room and took in the men. They were indeed looking at her, and making no effort to hide the fact that they were. This part of the restaurant was essentially empty except for our two seatings. I asked Cyn what she was showing, and she insisted nothing.

“Show them a little.” I said. “Let’s see what they do.”

She looked at me like she had just swallowed half a chicken, but I saw the motion of her upper body to indicate the lower portion was moving.

“Tell me what you’re doing and what’s happening.” I said.

“I crossed my leg and let my skirt ride up. They noticed.” She said. “They are really being obvious.”

“Let them know you’re aware of what they’re doing.” I said. Pushing her further.

She turned her head and looked directly at them and then I saw her body shift again so I thought she might have swung her lower half towards them. While she continued to look at them she picked up her water glass and dipped her finger into the cold water and let her long thin finger slowly circle the rim.

“What’s happening?” I asked impatient for her commentary.

She turned to look at me and said that she had uncrossed her legs and turned them to face the men. She left them slightly spread while she did her thing with her glass. “They are trying to get me to open my legs more.” She said.

“Did you?” I asked.

“When I turned to talk to you I let my left leg stay where it was and moved my right one toward you.” She said. “Now my knees are more than a foot apart, and they can see my whole right leg.”

Cynthia looked back toward the men and blushed at their unhidden interest. I could tell she was now starting to take her queues from the two men rather than me. Both of her hands moved below the table and I knew she was busy getting into her display. I watched while her upper body movement indicated she had pulled up her skirt and spread her legs to show more and suspected she was running her fingers over her thighs, maybe even her panties as she teased herself and them.

I drew her attention to the server bringing our pasta dinner and she quickly adjusted her position to cover up. When the plates were set and we were left alone she told me they had wanted to see her panties and because they were black and under the table she had opened her legs wide and pulled her skirt up so they could see. She had traced the lips of her pussy with her finger tips and was so turned on she didn’t know if she could eat. 

“Take off your panties and let them look at your pussy while you eat.” I said calmly, but none of us were calm. I could tell how lost in lust she was and suspected this was the way she looked when they undressed her in the car.

She didn’t argue but paused until the time was right in her own mind. Her body moved again and I knew she was pulling her dress higher, then with both hands busy below the table and apparently under her dress she took hold of her panties and started to pull them down. I knew they were slipping from her ass when she lifted slightly in her seat. I couldn’t resist turning to look at the men, but they were so hypnotized by her actions they didn’t see me looking.

Her shoulders dipped as her arms extended to draw them all the way off her legs, and she balled them up so she could show me the sheer material in her fist. She sat them on the seat beside her and left one hand below the table as she picked ineffectively at her food. All the while I’m sure she used the fingers of her other hand to open her pussy wide for her admirers and maybe even fucked her fingers in and out.

“I’ve got to go to the restroom.” She said, and started to get up.

“Take the panties with you I said, and either put them back on or leave them at their table.” I said

She paused only a moment before securing them again and scurrying off. She was in the restroom for only a few minutes before re-emerging from the corridor. When she passed the table, she paused and sat the balled up fabric between the two excited men. One pulled her down so he could whisper in her ear and took one of her hands in his and brought it to the bulge covering his erect cock so she could feel its size and shape, while his companion stroked her bare calf. She stood up, looked at them briefly and then returned to me.

I wondered how far she would go with this if I turned her loose, and the mixed emotions churned within me. She settled into the booth across from me.

“What happened?” I asked. “What did he say?”

“He made me feel his cock, it’s very large. They asked if they could fuck me.” She said then and her voice was choked with lust.

‘Do you want to fuck them?” I asked, not really sure what she would say.

“I want to be fucked so bad, I could piss a brick.” She said without reservation.

I reached into my pocket and sorted two of the five or six foil packets I had slipped into it earlier from her clutch bag, and set them on the table in front of her. She stared at the foil for an eternal moment then extended her delicate hand and scooped them up. Cyn had a hard time looking at me as she wrestled internally and then stood. She looked at me for a sign, but she was on her own and got none from me.

I hadn’t expected this to be relationship test when the innocent play first began, but it was quickly to the point where it could easily become just that. To be honest, I really didn’t know what I wanted to happen here but I felt somehow cyn and I both had see how this played out.

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

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

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

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

Then she froze, I thought she might be at the edge of climax, then she stood tall and backed away causing the both me to eventually loose contact, “I’m sorry.” She said. “I can’t do this.” Then she quickly turned and hurried back to me. “Let’s go, now.” Were her only words and we both left the area. I secured the bill form out waiter settled it and met Cyn in the car where she already had it running.

“What happened?” I asked, believing I already knew the answer.

“Nothing much,” She said. “I just remembered we had some unfinished business of our own, and didn’t want to loose my appetite any more than I already had.” Her warm hand had already searched out and found what she wanted and she had pulled her skirt back up to her waist so we could enjoy each other as much as possible while we drove. It didn’t take long before we had to pull into the sparsely populated corner of a super market parking lot and climb into the back seat so we could fuck each other silly like horney teenagers.

Neither of us felt forced to do or undo anything that happened that night and we didn’t worry about raising and then cutting short the expectations of two horney business that could look anywhere for their entertainment. We both knew what we were willing or capable of, but in no hurry to rush there. That excitement would be there waiting for us if the need ever came up, but until then there was plenty for us to be able to learn from and about each other without having to stray into the murky waters.

The end, at least up to here, the beginning for everything else.