0 comments/ 36388 views/ 1 favorites The Act of Servitude By: wilderness Work keeps me away from home three weeks out of the month, which was probably the number one reason my marriage failed. Judy, my neglected wife, found someone else's cockles to warm. With a few divorced years under my belt, the memory of my naked wife underneath a sweaty stranger stopped making me nauseous, because I actually like sex, and now that I wasn't getting any, I liked to think about other people who were. Strangely, I remembered how my high school friends used to brag about watching their buddies screw girlfriends in the backseat, and I'd always envied that. A naturally voyeuristic male, I wanted to witness live sex too. At the ripe old age of 42, it once again became a standard fantasy of mine, as I masturbated alone in my room. One typical Monday night -- away from home, in a hotel bar -- I met Kurt. The city nightlife catered to an eclectic crowd, so when he sat down next to me and struck up a conversation I wasn't sure of his intentions. My ring finger was empty, but his wasn't. That comforted me some. Men had hit on me before. I was appalled at first. Did I look gay just because I dressed nice and stayed fit? After a few come-ons, I learned to just shrug it off. Minutes into our conversation about the Monday night football game, Kurt asked if I was married. "No," I said, and then a heartbeat later added, "divorced," to set my sexual record straight. Kurt seemed pleased with that, and said, "I'm married -- three years." The institution of marriage -- its benefits and pitfalls -- consumed the next half-hour. He was a nice enough guy -- funny, intelligent, about six foot two inches tall, a little bigger than me, but not much. I asked him, "Why aren't you home, right now?" Kurt grinned, and answered mysteriously, "Pete, I'm on a mission," and then for no apparent reason, asked, "How long are you in town for?" "I'm here all week -- once a month, same time, same place," I answered, with a decidedly bored tone. "Maybe I'll see you later," said Kurt, as we shook hands goodbye. "I'll be here. But I advise you to stay home. You don't want to end up like me." He laughed. "Thanks for the advice." The football game was a blowout by the second quarter, so I went back to my room and fantasized about Kurt's wife giving him a blowjob. Embarrassingly enough, on Tuesday night, and Wednesday night, Kurt found me sitting on the same bar stool. Each time, the conversation turned private and we moved to a booth. I wasn't offended when he quizzed me on quite a few personal subjects and opinions. As a matter of fact it was flattering, like he'd chosen me as a mentor, but it felt more buddy/buddy than a father/son thing. In the process, I learned a lot about Kurt as well. A month ago, he earned a black belt in karate. He was much more liberal than I. Kurt had a good stockbroker job with advancement possibilities. He and his wife, Cindy, bought a house, but planned on moving back home to Minneapolis as soon as his firm had an opening. Cindy had been his college sweetheart and they planned on starting a family next year. For some reason, Kurt confessed that Cindy was a virgin when they met. What could I say, but, "Lucky you." He didn't appear happy about it, though. I enjoyed the hours we sat in the bar, bullshitting. The nightly companionship made it my best week on the road in a long time. Thursday night was my last night in town. Kurt showed up as expected, but seemed restless and preoccupied. After the preliminary small talk, he said, "I want you to meet Cindy." I turned and scanned the room. Seeing my confusion, he clarified, "Not here. She's down the street." I stared at him suspiciously. "Why?" He shrugged, and answered, "Big crowd there, less conspicuous." Adventure was an uncommon commodity in my solitary existence. Intrigued about this mysterious wife, I followed him out. We walked for a block and stopped outside a packed dance club. Everyone entering was at least a decade younger than me. The bass thumped through the walls, and my head began to throb with the beat. The first thing I thought was, 'I'm too old for this shit.' For no apparent reason Kurt turned to me, held up his index finger, and said, "Rule number 1: You leave immediately, if asked." His middle finger popped up. "Rule number 2: You cannot come in my wife." "What?" I didn't hear him correctly. I leaned forward and turned to use my good ear. "Say again?" Without further explanation, Kurt went inside. Unnerved, I followed. Apparently, Cindy hadn't moved since Kurt left, because he navigated right to her location within the gyrating mass of hip-hoppers. Kurt yelled introductions. "Pete, this is my wife Cindy. Cindy, this is Pete." I smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you." Cindy remained silent, gave me a head to toe scan, and smiled in return. I watched intently, as they spoke privately into each other's ear. Cindy was a hottie, and my heart pounded almost as hard as the music. A few seconds later, she walked away. "Where's your car?" yelled Kurt, as we followed Cindy toward the door. "Hotel garage, down the street." "Get it. We'll be outside in a green convertible." "What are you talking about?" "I'll wait 10 minutes. If you don't come out, we'll leave without you." Suddenly outdoors, Kurt turned away, caught up with Cindy, and they strolled hand-in-hand in the opposite direction from the hotel. Making a snap decision to live dangerously, I turned around and headed for my car. Their green Corvette convertible was difficult to follow in my beat up Civic. Kurt drove fast -- squealed around corners and through yellow lights -- to test my resolve, I think. Eventually, Kurt obeyed the traffic laws. Then I followed easily. When he pulled into the parking lot of the Regency Suites hotel, I instinctively parked far away from them. Kurt waited alone, outside the hotel entrance. "Discrete. I like that. Good move, Pete." He handed me a room key. "205", he said. Before turning to go inside, he added, "Just remember the rules, and this will be a fun night -- for all of us." "Okey dokey." I smiled, nodded my head in agreement, and thought of a favorite Thomas Fuller quote, 'If thou art a master, be sometimes blind, if a servant, sometimes deaf.' This was my time to be a servant. I wasn't sure how, but the two rules of engagement left a lot of wiggle room for my own satisfaction if I played along. The situation would change, according to emotions. I would have to stay on my toes. When we all stood inside the room, I remained a silent servant, so as not to say the wrong thing and frighten Cindy. I could tell she wasn't completely comfortable with me there, although apparently intrigued with whatever was about to happen. After a glance my way, she said to her husband, "I need a shower." "Go ahead." Kurt stood at the living room window, until we heard the sound of splashing water. Then I followed Kurt into the bedroom. On the way, he asked, "Did you ever swing in your marriage, Pete?" The vision of my wife underneath her hairy lover came to mind, and I thought, 'not intentionally', but said, "No, I didn't." Then asked, "Have you?" "Not until tonight," he said, pacing the room. "But it's something we've talked a lot about, lately." He sat down on the edge of the bed and I sat on the dressing table chair. He continued his explanation. "To be blunt, Pete, we are experimenting with a little role play. I'm the master and she's my submissive." I scratched my head like an idiot, and asked, "So… how do I fit in?" He met my gaze, and answered, "You're here to be part of our fantasy. I'm counting on your… maturity in this matter. Over the years, I've learned that I'm sort of an exhibitionist at heart and, since Cindy has never been naked in front of another man, it would be a big turn on for me to show her off. Do you think you can control yourself and enjoy the show?" After some more idle scratching, I said, "How does Cindy feel about it?" Kurt smiled. "Pete, I'm glad you asked. It shows you're a thoughtful man and have a conscience." He stood up and began to pace again. "Actually, this was her idea. Lately, she's felt like she married too young, and missed out on experiencing the single life. We've talked about it at length, and came up with a plan. That's why she's chosen the submissive role. This way, she gets a little extramarital fun without the guilt, because I'll be responsible for whatever happens. If I have any regrets, it'll be on me." I nodded in understanding, and said, "Then, no problem. I'll play along and obey the rules. You will tell me if things become… uncomfortable? I don't want to get my ass kicked." "Absolutely." The shower turned off. Kurt said, "Come on, let's go say hello and break the ice," and headed for the bathroom door. Cindy was still standing in the tub. Her translucent silhouette stopped moving when we entered the steamy room. "Honey, time to come out." "But--" "No buts. Come out." The womanly shadow folded arms over her chest and remained motionless. Kurt looked back at me, winked, and then slid open the curtain to expose his dripping wife. She stared down at the floor. The skin on her arms broke out in goose bumps. My skin tingled, as I took in all of her that I could see. She looked so young, and I guess she was compared to me. Her pubic area was completely bare. Something I'd never experienced. I had grown up as part of the 'Hair' generation. Grabbing her arm, Kurt said, "Come on, Baby. Let's dry off," and coaxed her out. "Pete, hand me the towel." I gladly complied. Gently, Kurt dried his wife's face. "Mmm, you smell nice and clean. Put your arms down, Baby." Cindy obeyed and put her arms at her sides to reveal her breasts. The areolas were rosy and extended. The way her dark, wet hair clung to the ivory swells captured the essence of femininity. Kurt roughly toweled off her chest. When he caressed her nipples well beyond the point of dry I saw her knees flex, as if they'd weakened from the pleasure. "She has very sensitive nipples, Pete." "I can tell. You're a lucky man. She's beautiful." "Yes, I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He smiled warmly at Cindy and then kissed her sweetly on the lips. Afterwards, Cindy seemed to relax a little. Kurt wiped down the front of her body. He knelt and took special care of her inner thighs. Cindy rested a hand on his head for balance. I remained a silent voyeur to the intimate scene, until Kurt threw me the towel, and said, "Pete, dry her back for me." Cindy bit her bottom lip and stared at her husband's face as I moved behind her. I stopped and thought a moment. I wanted to give Cindy and Kurt what they wanted, and assumed what Cindy wanted was to experience someone different than her husband. So, I decided whatever Kurt did, I would do differently. Kurt had been pretty abrupt with the towel, until he touched Cindy's most intimate bits. Covering my hands with the towel, I started at her neck and lightly wiped the moisture away. I tried to keep the touch sensual, like a massage, especially when I reached the firm globes of her bottom. Kurt moved to the side, where he could watch my progress and still see his wife's reactions. "Make sure you get in the crack," he said, and then spread the cheeks for me. Cindy's body jerked when I slipped the terrycloth low enough to tease her labia and swipe across her anus. Kurt chuckled, and said, "I think she liked that." "I think I liked it too," I confessed, my cock noticeably stiffer. Her skin now dry, Kurt led Cindy by the hand, back into the bedroom, and sat her down in front of the vanity mirror. "Do me a favor and dry her hair for me, Pete." I picked up the comb and looked into the mirror. Her eyes darted briefly to mine, before staring back at her own reflection. She had thick, luxurious hair, and it felt heavy between my fingers. Trying to be as gentle as possible, I combed out any snarls. Her brown eyes moved and I followed them. We both saw Kurt begin to take off his clothes. She watched more than I, because I was busy blow-drying her hair and staring at her. But I have to say, it turned me on to watch Cindy watch her husband get naked. I felt over dressed. Kurt pulled back the bedcovers and then came over and stood beside Cindy, his flaccid cock only inches from her cheek. He shaved down there too. As I dried, I kept an eye on them in the mirror. He watched me work on his wife's hair, seemingly fascinated by the novelty of someone else touching her. She watched his dick become hard. The erotic scene made my restrained cock try to burst through the kakis. More than once I saw them glance at the bulge. "Is that dry enough," I asked, taking the liberty of running my fingers through her hair and rubbing her scalp. When Kurt turned to feel, his cock bumped into her cheek. Ignoring the contact, he said, "That's dry enough, unless you want to spend more time on it." Cindy, the submissive, made no comment about her hair, or the cock poking her face. Although, her eyes darted back and forth in the mirror, from Kurt to me, and her face blushed crimson. "How about if I braid it?" "That's a good idea, Pete. That way, her hair won't obstruct the view. But first," Kurt bent down and grabbed the chair seat, "let's turn her sideways." He lifted her up, chair and all, and turned them 90 degrees. Straddling her thighs, with his erection almost touching her nose, he said, "That's better. Now we can all see in the mirror," and then we all turned to look at the amazing reflection. "That's a sight to be envied," I said, giving them my warmest smile. Then I drew back her hair, dragging my fingers over her throat, and began to braid. Kurt placed his palms on Cindy's thighs and bent down for a kiss. In the reflection, I could see his tongue work passionately between her lips. One hand moved up and cupped a breast. His thumb swiped across the distended nipple. Not only did I watch them, but I also felt every reaction, as she flinched and squirmed from the attention. When Kurt backed away, Cindy's chest heaved with great gulps of air. Her gaze followed him with palpable desire, but she remained silent. "How about a little suck, Honey." Kurt moved forward, until his cock brushed her lips. When my hands stopped in anticipation, she smiled knowingly and then opened her mouth. "Good girl," said Kurt, and pushed in the tip. Cindy clasped it between her lips. He began a slow thrust, increasing the depth a little each time. I struggled to finish, while gaping at their give and take. Kurt continued the languid in and out motion, until I completed the braid by twisting on a rubber band. When he pulled out and walked away, Cindy turned briefly to the mirror, gave me a shy smile and licked her lips. I nearly came in my pants. "I bought some toys for tonight," said Kurt, opening a dresser drawer across the room. He stuck in his hand and pulled out a white feather. "Time to tease the wife, Pete." Cindy's eyes grew large. From her expression, this was a surprise. But her acquiescence meant it wasn't more than she wanted. Kurt stopped in the middle of the room. "Come here, Cin." Obediently, she moved to him. Her little ass had a nice wiggle. They kissed briefly, and then Kurt walked over and handed me the feather. "Show me something, Pete. How would you use this on a woman?" Then he sat down in the vanity chair and waited. A few seconds passed, while I stared at the feather and thought about how it would feel to get the shit kicked out of me if I made a mistake. I looked at Cindy. Very submissive-like, she stared at the floor between her feet. I looked at Kurt. "I don't want to sound ungrateful but… are you sure?" "Absolutely." He looked past me to his wife. "Right, Cin?" Almost imperceptivity, she nodded. As I approached the beautiful, naked stranger, my heart pounded so hard I'm sure everyone in the room could hear it. First, I just walked around Cindy, drinking in her curves, letting the anticipation build. Without warning, I swiped the feather across her ass and she jumped. Kurt chuckled. "Caught her off guard with that one." I ran the feather under her chin. "Surprise is good. Makes the adrenalin flow, and that makes the body more sensitive." Maybe I could teach Kurt a few things. With just the tip of the feather, I drew a circle over her heart and then around each areola. The nipples tightened and reached out for more, but I didn't oblige. Instead, I drew a line down her stomach and circled her pussy. Then, using the feather's edge, I slipped it upwards between her labia and her body quivered. The teasing torture continued for several minutes. I tried to make her orgasm by tickling her nipples, without success. New techniques were applied to her face, arms and legs. Some of the ideas were mine, and some were Kurt's. Finally, Kurt told Cindy to bend forward and place her hands on her knees. Using the hard, quill end, I slowly drew a line down her back and between her buttocks. It made her shiver and goose bumps suddenly covered her arms. Then, from behind, I wiggled the feather over her pussy. After a short while, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. Kurt laughed. "Wow, Pete. You're an artist with that thing. You should paint." "If I had a canvas like Cindy, I would -- every day." "I think she came." Kurt knelt if front of his wife. "Cindy, did you come?" She shook her head 'no', then whispered, "Close." "Damn, you look so hot." They embraced and kissed passionately. He grabbed handfuls of her ass and molded himself against her. I enjoyed their affection for a while, and then strolled over to see if there were any other toys in the dresser drawer. Inside, I spied a dildo -- the realistic kind with molded veins and everything. It was a little larger than average. I thought, 'If Kurt wants his wife to experience a little extramarital thrill, then this toy must be for me.' I wanted to be the one to introduce Cindy to her new lover. I left the dildo and turned back to the action. Cindy was now on the bed with Kurt's head between her legs. For all intents and purposes, I didn't exist. So, I stood by and watched. This was better than any porn I'd ever seen. But the longer I watched, the harder I got, and the more I wanted to be a part of the fun. Desire made me bold, and I moved next to the bed. They both had their eyes closed, until I brazenly fondled her breast. Cindy's eyes flashed open and her loud intake of air made Kurt look. His shiny face popped up, and asked, "Feel good, Honey?" Her eyes met mine and she murmured, "Mm hmm." Then Kurt looked at me, and in a hospitable tone said, "Be my guest," before diving back in. Not about too pass up that offer, I said, "Love to," while smiling warmly at his Cindy. Sheepishly, she grinned back, giving me the yellow light. Women like compliments, so as my hands freely explored the sensitive softness of her body, I gushed, "Cindy, you have beautiful breasts, just the right size and perfect nipples." When I bent down and kissed the outside curve, her fingers caressed the back of my head. That was all the encouragement I needed to crawl up onto the bed and get down to some serious sucking up. It wasn't long before she was thrashing around from an orgasm. Kurt and I kept our lips and hands connected to her erogenous zones until the final quiver passed away. I took the liberty of caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers, before leaving the bed. While they embraced in the afterglow, I took the dildo out of the drawer and sat in the chair. A few minutes passed, before Kurt looked in my direction. The Act of Servitude I waved the dildo, and he smiled. "I see you found the second surprise." Cindy began to turn her head, but Kurt stopped it with a kiss, while waving frantically at me to hide it. When it was safely behind my back he beckoned me over. I stood beside the entangled couple and waited for instructions. Kurt whispered in Cindy's ear and she closed her eyes. Quickly, he sat up against the headboard and pulled her supine body between his spread legs, so that her head rested on his chest. Using hand signals, he indicated I should hide the man-toy under the blanket near her feet. "Okay, Baby, open your eyes." She did, and found me standing at the foot of the bed. Her shy glance darted over me, while mine once again drank in her youthful beauty. There was no doubt Kurt had a passion for his wife, but I noticed his affection was rough. Maybe Cindy liked it that way. Maybe it was just the impetuousness of youth. I don't know. She obviously responded physically. I watched, as he twisted her nipples and covered her neck and shoulders with kisses. His brusque caress wooed her into heightened arousal. Periodically, she'd peek to see if I was looking. After an undeniably wanton look my way, Cindy tipped her head and whispered in Kurt's ear. He whispered back. They exchanged smiles and kissed open mouth, before Kurt said to me, "Pete, Cin wants to see you naked. How do you feel about that?" My heart pounded. I chuckled softly, and said, "It would be my pleasure to return the favor." My fingers trembled, as I unbuttoned the polo shirt and pulled it over my head. Cindy watched attentively, while Kurt tortured her nipples and glanced up occasionally. My physique is toned for a man my age, but not nearly as defined as Kurt's. I felt a little inadequate when I dropped my pants to expose my pasty legs, and struggled to pull off my socks. Cindy didn't laugh, and that bolstered my confidence. Wearing just my briefs, I stood up and hooked my thumbs in the waistband. The way she stared at the outline of my package with bated breath made me pause to enjoy the moment. I couldn't remember the last time a woman wanted to see me naked. Cindy looked me in the eye and stuck out her bottom lip. Her pout made me smile and decide to tease her a little more. So, I turned my back and dropped my underpants. The full moon must've been very bright, and fortunately had no craters. After tossing the briefs on top of the rest of my clothes, I placed my hands on my hips in classic Superman style and turned 90 degrees to show off my prodigious profile. A few seconds later, I faced her. The intensity of her stare expanded me like Miracle Grow for men. I could feel every lustful second inject virility into my cock. Whether it was intentional or not Cindy's legs parted slightly. Kurt's rules of engagement said I couldn't come in her. They didn't say anything about copping a feel. I wanted to know what her shaved pussy felt and tasted like. That's when intuition struck. If need is the mother of invention, maybe lust is the father of extra-sexual perception. Since this was about giving Cindy new thrills, I wondered if one of the reasons I'd been chosen was because of my facial hair. When Cindy ceased ogling my penis and met my gaze I gave her my wickedest grin and combed my fingers through my mustache. My eyes traveled down between her legs, and I said, "You know, Kurt, I've never eaten a shaved pussy before. It must feel nice to kiss it without getting hair in your mouth." Suddenly shy, Cindy pressed her legs together. Her eyes closed and she turned her face into Kurt's chest. A lovely blush bloomed on her cheeks, neck and breasts. Her emotions seemed conflicted. Kurt stroked her hair lovingly. "Cindy has a sweet pussy, very soft and smooth. If she'll let you, go ahead." More for her benefit than Kurt's, I said, "I'll start slow, work my way up, and see what happens." I bent down and kissed her shin. Then I lied. "Women have told me they like my mustache." Patiently, I nuzzled and kissed my way up, switching from leg to leg. My hands massaged each in turn, to relax and to coax them apart. By the time I reached their apex I'd managed to create a gap large enough to expose her lips. They glistened with fresh nectar. Along the way I must've done something right, but her face remained buried in Kurt's chest. To his credit, he'd continued to play with her upper body, giving Cindy the total experience of two lovers. I inhaled deeply, and said, "Cindy, you smell delicious." She remained silent with eyes closed and facing away. Kurt returned my smile. I noticed his caresses had become gentler and Cindy's nipples were teased to full height. All signs pointed to, "Yes… lick me", so I did. Using just the tip of my tongue, I lazily parted her and traveled through her tangy valley. At the end of the trail I kissed her tummy, using my mustache to add an unusual brushstroke to her womanly landscape. Cindy rewarded my efforts with a groan. Her legs relaxed beneath my chest, and when I pushed them, they parted in surrender. The thrill of victory was mine, and the spoils. Years had passed since I'd tasted a woman. I reveled in reacquainting myself with the female bouquet and texture; the silky smooth skin made it a unique experience. I lingered, teased, and tickled. My fingers found a warm place to hide. Long before I'd planned, Cindy's hands closed into fistfuls of sheet. Soon after, her hips began to gyrate and then writhe. Kurt whispered, "Feel good, Baby?" "Mmm hmm." "You look so sexy." Once Kurt encouraged her pleasure Cindy didn't hold back. Loud and wild is the only way to describe her climax. At the end, I was trapped with legs across my back and hands in my hair. I swelled with pride, and I also swelled with a horniness to rival a herd of buffalo. When Cindy relaxed her grip, I sat back on my haunches and appreciated my artistry. Her perfect skin glowed pink with satisfaction, as Kurt kissed her for a long and sweet interlude. Once again I disappeared to them. After all, I was just playing a role, performing a friendly act of mature sensuality. I was being a first-class servant. At least I kept telling myself that, over and over. A few quiet minutes passed. Everyone's heart rate slowed to normal. Blood flows rerouted and parts shrank a bit. Then a surprising thing happened. Something changed after Cindy's last orgasm. Her former inhibitions vanished. Their soft kisses gradually turned passionate. Without request or coaxing, she rolled onto her knees and kissed down Kurt's chest all the way to his cock. In the process, I had a spectacular view of her raised ass. It waved at me. I swear she was inviting me to grab her hips and bang her like a snare drum while she sucked her husband dry. It sure felt that way. But I couldn't trust my thought process. The little helmet head was doing all my thinking now. The only thing that stopped me from acting out my fantasy was Kurt's franticly pointing finger. Finally it dawned on me. He was gesturing toward the hidden dildo. I eagerly nodded and smiled, while I felt the pinch of disappointment, it saved me from a severe ass whooping. Once I held the toy in my hand, Kurt said, "Go for it." I don't think Cindy was paying attention, because when I unceremoniously pushed the tip between her glistening lips she screamed, rolled sideways and looked back in horror. I sat there feeling like a rapist, as my own dick deflated in shame. Kurt brushed her cheek. "It's just a dildo, Honey. I wouldn't let him fuck you. Remember the rules?" The relief on her face was instantaneous. Then she slapped his leg hard and he yelped. "You snot! You did that on purpose!" His guilty smile confirmed her suspicions. Then it hit me. Kurt was testing Cindy's faithfulness while in the throes of passion. The thing is, I'm not sure whether she passed or failed in his eyes. I wondered what he hoped her reaction would be. The few moments of tension passed. Cindy apparently made a private decision and laid her head on Kurt's thigh. She closed her eyes and fingered his wilted cock. "That feels good, Cin," he said, stroking her hair. A few heartbeats later, she was back on her knees, sucking away. Her ass waved at me again. Then her knees spread apart. Her dainty hand reached back and spread the lips open. That was my cue. The dildo tip was pressed into her, once again. I left it barely in, to tease her. Her ass was magnificent. I entertained myself by fondling and squeezing the firm globes with one hand, while slightly oscillating the toy with the other. She began to rock back and forth. I held the phallus steady and allowed Cindy to determine the depth and speed of penetration. Watching the sizable toy slowly disappear into the wanton young woman made my biological cock tick with jealousy. The shiny plastic began to enter and exit in squishy, double-time tempo. Grunts escaped from around her mouthful of Kurt, as her ardor increased. I knew she was getting there, and I knew what she needed. My hand slipped underneath and fingered her clitoris -- slowly at first. The noisier she got, the faster I rubbed. She stopped thrusting when the sensations became overwhelming. I took control then, and continued fucking her from behind, so to speak. She was in sensory overload. The cock in her mouth became too much to handle and she let it fall out. Kurt rejoined the action by whispering words of encouragement, while playing with her hanging breasts. He really seemed to enjoy watching her come at the hands of a stranger. I didn't understand it, but I was grateful for the opportunity. When the orgasmic wave finally broke, Cindy crumpled into a delightful pile of quivering flesh. I left the toy fully imbedded and sat back. They cuddled again. Kurt teased her with the dildo a little more, before removing it. She laughed when he sniffed and licked it. Then offering it to her, she made her own taste test. "Time for the real thing, Cin," Kurt announced. Cindy patted his stomach and declared, "I've had enough, thanks anyway," then tried to escape. The bed bounced with their giggly struggle. Several times, she glanced at my erection, bobbing from the excitement. Cindy gave up and Kurt pulled her across his stomach facing his feet, and me. Her smile was radiant, as she lifted up and positioned her husband's shaft. With the face of an angel, she allowed his entrance into heaven on earth. Kurt pulled her back, exposing his insertions while groping her chest. Cindy began to rock and slide on top of him to create as much friction as possible. Well I'd seen enough, more than enough to feed my rich fantasy life for years. I couldn't wait any longer. It was time to take matters into my own hands. They didn't seem to care, why should I? I grabbed my hard-on and stroked in time with Cindy and Kurt. Right away, Cindy fixed her stare on the hand job. In fact, she leaned forward for a closer look. Being the good servant, I knee-walked beside them to allow full access, hoping for something more. A few strokes later, she reached out and gently cupped my balls. She didn't ask permission, not that I'd refuse. After a short fondle, she said, "Nice," and warmed me with a smile. I was entranced, and she took advantage. The feminine fingers slid up and pushed mine off. There was no argument from anyone. Kurt had a firm grip on her hips and was intent on forcing his own satisfaction. The bed moved with the rhythmic beat of sex. Cindy's hand moved in time with the rhythm. I reached out and caressed her breast with an offbeat tender reciprocation. Her eyes closed and the salacious smile returned. The little hand moved to my glans and tweaked it, as I tweaked her nipple. When her eyes reopened, they were sultry and full of mischief -- boldness I'd not seen before. Her eyes traveled to my cock in her hand and then back to meet my gaze. Her tongue peeked out and licked her lips. After that, I didn't care if Kurt beat me to death or not. I stood on the bed and faced her. With Kurt thrusting hard, Cindy tenderly inspected my cock. Satisfied, she smiled up and sucked me halfway in. The warm softness of her mouth after a long night of teasing nearly sent me over the edge. But Cindy wasn't without skill. Sensing my limit, she backed off. "Like that?" Her voice cracked with Kurt's inrush. "Loved it." I smiled back. "Oh, god!" Kurt's thrusts intensified. Cindy grinned at me and used both hands -- one to stroke the other to tease my balls. The tip disappeared between her lips and I could feel the shock of Kurt's penetrations. She wasted no time in bringing me back to the brink. "Oh, Cin!" was Kurt's signal to fire all loads. As Kurt exploded inside, Cindy pumped mine out into the air. The intense look of pleasure on her face and the intense pleasure of my release thrilled beyond expectations. My knees gave out and I sat down. We remained quiet and unmoving for a while. Cindy's face and chest were a splattered mess. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a handful of tissues. She anxiously wiped off, before turning to her husband for their essential cuddle. "We're done now, Pete." I blinked a few times, my mind not quite back to earth. "Time to go." Understanding came in a cold rush. "Oh… okay then." I gathered my clothes, suddenly feeling like the odd man that I was. "Thanks for the… experience," was the best farewell I could manage, not having any point of reference even close for comparison. At the bedroom door I paused, thinking maybe they wanted to return the thanks, but they did not. I dressed in the outer room and left. The drive back to my hotel was confusing and I got lost. Eventually I stopped at a convenience store and asked directions. Once back at the hotel, I checked out and drove all night. To this day, I can still feel the excitement and the intensity of that night. I've replayed it many times. But in the final analysis, I was left as frustrated as I started, only emptier somehow. I never stayed in that hotel again.