What If...
“Do you remember the dream you wrote me that note about last year?” asked my lovely devoted wife of fourteen years.
“Not really, which one?” I asked as the waiter picked up our salad dishes.
“That one where I meet a guy while we’re out doing something or another,” she reminded me.
“And you picked him up?” I finished. “Yeah, I remember that you were pissed off for two days.” I reminded her.
“Well, I think I know that guy at the bar. He tried to pick me up when I was went dancing a few months ago.” She stepped over my chided retort and continued on with her train of thought. “Would you like to see if that dream can come true?” She smiled and winked. I looked at the guy standing at the bar.
“Isn’t he with someone, another guy, or is there someone else I’m not seeing?” I asked my curiosity up at the moment.
The waiter arrived with our meals. She paused while he set them in front of us. I had ordered chicken in a white sauce. My wife had ordered southern style egg roles. He smiled politely and left.
“That’s the one. I do believe he is with someone too.” She took an egg role and dipped it into the curry sauce, then took a bit.
“You gonna cull-him out or what?” I asked shifting the stiffness forming in my seat.
“Let’s let the band start up and finish dinner. Then I thought I’d go say hi… and see what happens. That is IF you really want to me too.” She took another bit of egg roll. The band was tuning up their guitars. It was decision time. She had placed my fantasy on the table.
“Okay. You’re on, let’s see what happens. How are you gonna separate them?” I asked again.
“I’m not.” She said quietly. “I’m just gonna play it out and see what happens. It should be interesting though.”
“Okay.” I puzzled over her comments while I ate my dinner. The band began to play. It took two sets before people began to dance. My wife leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“You sit here and watch. I’m gonna see what’s up…and if it goes well, I’m gonna leave you here and go home with him!” She sat back down, wiped her lips with her napkin, and then stood again. She leaned forward to kiss my cheek then whispered again in my ear.
“If I leave with them I’ll text you when and where to pick me up in the morning. Don’t leave before I can let you know what’s up for the night.” She walked confidently toward the bar. I watched.
She walked right up next to the one man. Talked to the bartender, and then turned to face the man. He said something. My wife smiled as she took the glass from the bartender. She sipped it several times. The man introduced the other man. He got up from the stool he was sitting on and moved one stool to the side. My wife shifted herself taking the vacant stool between them. Her skirt was NOT designed for her to sit on a stool.
We had spent many months shopping for her ‘dating’ wardrobe. She wore it when we went out together and when she went out alone. We had designed four outfits together. Each was completely different from the other. Each outfit intended to ‘market’ my wife’s sexuality. It had to be revealing yet proprietary, it had to provide easy access to her sexually, and it had to be easy to remove from her by anyone at anytime.
She wore the first outfit. Struggle as she might the length of her skirt was NOT designed to cover her on a bar stool. After a number of shifts about, tugs, pulls and fidgets she resorted to crossing her legs and facing away from others. The three of them chatted while sipping their drinks. He bought her a second drink. The other guy escorted my wife to the dance floor. It was a line dance. She danced, laughed, and tossed her hair invitingly. He seemed taken by my wife. But then she is pretty, what’s not to desire!
Cindy is petite, about 5’3 ¾” tall. Thru three kids she has kept her shapely figure. It has taken some effort but she maintains a nice 36-26-37 figure. Her legs are shapely and trim. Her thighs are muscular. Her breasts are firm, round belying age and kids when they are allowed to hang free. Her nipples are large, tall, round, and firm. Her areolas are pronounced in shape and color. BTW- we had her pussy laser shaved two years ago. Cindy is a smooth as the day she was born from chin to toe!
They returned to the bar after a few dances. My waiter returned to clear the table. I watched my wife flirt with these two guys. I could barely breathe. The waiter brought the tab for OUR meal. I fumbled thru my wallet looking for my credit card. My fingers felt stiff and numb. My mind barely functioned. There! I put the credit card in the tab holder for the waiter.
Where was she?! I panicked. My heart stopped beating. Then I spotted her…on the dance floor again. This time she was with the first guy, the one she had met before. It was a slow dance…he seemed far too close to my wife…she seemed far to close to him! Jealousy raged wildly from head to toe. I watched in stiff silence. They returned to the bar. I watched while the three of them chatted…and danced. An hour passed since my wife had left me alone at the dinner table to pursue this ‘dream’ in had. It felt like a nightmare now!
The first guy bent down and kissed my wife…on the lips…she did not flinch…she accepted his kiss…on her lips…he whispered something to her…she smiled tucking her forehead against his chest. My dick stiffened…my anger flared…I was JEALOUS!!! Every muscle wanted to race to snatch my wife from these two; to proclaim MY right and possession and whisk her away from here. I forced myself to sit motionless lest any movement of mine might end in disaster for the evening.
Ten minutes later the other guy repeated the activities of the first while dancing…she accepted his kiss too…on the lips! What up!! He bent to her. She whispered something into his ear. After the set was finished they left the dance floor walking to the bar. He said something to the first guy nodding towards my wife. He smiled at my wife. She winked and blushed visibly. The guy she knew paid the bar tab and the three of them headed for the exit!!
“I have to let the babysitter know that I might not make it home tonight.” She said as the door closed shut behind them.
“Sure.”
She stopped under a light pole next to the entrance/exit.
Don’t wait up. I’ll let you know where to pick me up…later.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I read the message four times. She had done it!! My dream had been that she would pick up a guy and leave with him when we were out. She had done exactly that!! I waited another ten minutes before I stood to leave. I checked the phone screen at least once a minute while I waited. NOTHING. Not a word from my wife. She had left with TWO PERFECT STRANGERS who had only one thing on their minds! I WAS LEAVING ALONE. I KNEW exactly what they were planning to do with my wife…and that she had made it happen…and that I had sat there, watching, and let it happen!!
The drive home was arduous. I was stricken with jealousy and a sense of loss. My stomach knotted, twisted, and wretched. Half way home I stopped at the side of the road threw up. Tears welled up in my eyes…my cock raged. I looked at my watch as I pulled into the driveway. An hour had passed since she had left with them. I was sure my wife was naked, riding or being ridden!! I check the phone again…NOTHING!
I check the kids. The oldest was old enough to take care of them while we were out. He had done a good job. They were in bed asleep. I took care of a few night things in the house before lying down to sleep. I turned the TV on…
I could not sleep…I tried but I could not sleep. I tossed about. I changed channels. I took a second shower. I tried reading. I tossed about some more. I could not close my mind enough to sleep. My phone, on the night stand, buzzed…it was three AM.
1539 Ea Stanton about 8:30 AM. I’ll be out front.
Another five hours! I knew she would be tired. I can not imagine that she would get much sleep!! I certainly would sleep if I had a good looking woman to fuck! Exhausted, I dozed off…and awoke with a start. No noise…nothing…just a conscious jolt to my mind! It was 6 AM. I showered… At seven thirty I got the oldest up just enough to tell him that I had an errand to run and would be back in an hour. He nodded though I am not sure he really heard a thing. It was a forty minute drive. I left to get my wife…
* * *
Cindy’s Night
“I have to let the babysitter know that I might not make it home tonight.”
“Sure.” Mark said. He left Cindy standing under the light pole cell phone in hand.
“Can you believe this?!” Cody remarked barely above a whisper just to be sure they were out of earshot.
Cindy typed a quick message to her husband letting him know that she would not be riding home with HIM tonight. She had a new ride tonight, Mark & Cody.
“I met her a few weeks ago at a club across town. She didn’t seem that interested in me then…but wow…she’s hot for it tonight!”
“What do you think? Are you interested, I mean, do you want to do a threesome, or what?” Cody asked Mark as they approached the tail gate of his new F-250 pickup truck.
“Don’t know. I’ve never done a three-way. I’ve read about it, but now…really…” Mark replied. “I think I want to fuck her first…then let’s see how it goes. Are you up for a three-way if it goes that way?”
“Sure! I did one last year with some chick I met at a private club. It was a trip! She sucked and fucked for hours, wore us both out!” Cody stopped talking as Cindy approached the truck. He opened the door for her and waited. Cindy paused looking inside the truck. Cody almost expected her to bolt away in the last minute.
“Thanks.” Cindy drew a breath before stepping up into the truck. As Lady-like as possible she slid to the center seat between Mark and Cody. Mark started the truck.
What have you gotten yourself into woman! Cindy thought as Cody climbed in next to her. There are two of them and one of me, and I don’t know either of them. She dared not allow her mind to picture the immediate future events.
She had just enough rum at the bar to allow her climb into the truck, but not enough that she did not fully realize her situation. When THIS truck stopped, wherever it stopped, these two men sitting beside her expected to fuck her! She knew too that she would have little or NO choice in what they did to her once they left the parking lot.
She had NEVER done two men at the same time. Once a year ago she had fucked three different guys in the same day. Even that was over the space of four hours, and in different places. She had met one in the back of her SUV, one in the parking lot after dinner, and then her husband as she told him about her erotic adventures. But she had NEVER met two guys in the same place, at the same time, with HER pussy available for their purposes.
Her nerves fluttered as the door closed behind Cody. His look, the cat and the canary, made her blush. He did not miss any part of her! She felt a touch of vulnerability at his gaze. Mark headed the truck thru the driveway and onto the street. Her hands became instantly clammy. She flushed from cheek to pussy and back. It was too late now!
It was gonna be a NIGHT to be sure…and all long! She was positive of that! She had to do something…say something…or climb out of the window and run away.
“So…where are we headed?” Cindy asked almost chocking on the words.
“I thought we’d go to my place. Is that okay with you?” Mark asked with a charming smile.
“Sure. And then…” Cindy asked rhetorically knowing exactly what the ‘then’ was going to be.
“Well, now that’s kind of up to you. Let’s get there and see how this plays out, okay?” Mark answered back.
“So…you have kids?” Cody asked staring directly ahead as he spoke.
“Yes.” Cindy replied.
“How many kids do you have?” Mark asked seeming genuine. He was a little surprised, but then she had said something about a babysitter.
“Three…” Cindy answered without hesitation.
“Are you married…or divorced?” Cody asked.
“Does it matter?” Cindy replied. “I’m here aren’t I?” Her smile softened the rebuke in her remark.
“True enough.” Cody responded apologetically.
“Married…” Cindy said. That DID catch Mark a little off guard. She was a married mother of three…and here tonight to fuck two near strangers…INTERESTING.
“Really?” Mark responded trying to hide the surprise in his tone.
“My husband was there tonight. He watched me walk over to you at the bar. He saw us dancing. He watched both of you kiss me. He watched you pick me up…and he sat still while I walked out the door with each of you in my arm.” Cindy smiled at Mark. “Really!”
“He was…and he…” Mark paused, stunned.
“Yes, and I’m here. Aren’t I? And we all know exactly what we are going to do when we get to your place, right?” Cindy said.
“Yes we do!” Pronounce Cody a bit too exuberant for Cindy’s comfort. With that he placed a hand on Cindy’s knee. She flinched slightly. He paused nearly deciding to remove his hand. Cindy caught his hand with hers keeping it upon her knee, reassuring him of his advances. Gently Cindy placed Mark’s hand on her other knee.
“Now let’s have no more discussion about such things. They can put such a damper on tonight. I don’t want anything to inhibit the night’s fun.” Cindy lifted her hand from each of the men’s hands leaving them resting upon her knees. After several eternally long seconds of no one moving in frozen silence Cindy spoke. Her nerves were shaky. “Now, don’t be shy boys…” Each of them began to stroke and to explore her thighs. Cindy’s pussy flushed wet! She blushed. Her cheeks reddened with color. It felt good, but DAMN there were two strangers exploring the soft inner regions of her thighs.
Mark pulled into the driveway and stopped. The garage door opened. The tip of Mark’s finger stroked the slit of her pussy. Cindy caught her breath. Mark smiled as he pulled into the garage. Cody was on her before the garage door completely closed. His hand was instantly upon her tits. His tongue plunged deep into her throat. Cindy choked but did not refuse him. Mark opened the truck door.
“Are you two coming inside or do you want to be left alone for a spell?” He stepped out, closed the truck door and walked to the garage man door before Cody released Cindy. He too stepped of the truck. Cindy, a bit rumpled, followed them into the house.
At the couch she sat down. Cody sat across from her. Mark stood in the kitchen.
“Want a drink?”
“Yes, please, thank you…” Cindy replied. Mark returned with a rum and coke. Cindy took several sips before setting it down on the coffee table. Mark sat down completing the corner of a triangle. Cindy stood as Mark sat down. She strained a smile at each of them.
“Well…I suppose you want to see what I’ve brought to the party.” She reached the top button of her blouse and with three quick flicks laid it open. “I won’t need this.” She laid it upon the coffee table. Then with another deft move she slid the zipper at the side of the Levi skirt down. It fell to the ground about her. “And I won’t need this.” She laid it on top of her blouse. Then she sat down on the couch before grasping her drink. She took another sip before either of the men recovered their stunned silence.
“You’ll excuse me if I finish this before we start. I’m not quick drunk enough for what you’ve got in mind…not just yet.” Cindy strained a smile then swigged the remainder of her drink.
“What’s next?” She asked. “Who’s first?” She asked confidently. Mark stood up.
“The bedroom is this way.” He led. Cindy followed. He stood beside the bed staring at Cindy. Cody stood in the door way behind her. She was boxed in, not that it really mattered now.
“What would like?...” Mark’s question seemed trivial, trite, and superficial. It was not intended that way, more like an ‘ice-breaker’, but, well, it didn’t come out that way.
“Strip me…and fuck me. When you’re done…we’ll do it again. Fair enough?” Cindy retorted.
Cody was on her from behind in an instant nearly knocking her off balance. His hand fumbled at the back of her bra.
“Relax, Stud, there’s plenty of time. We’ve got all-night-long. It fastens in the front.” Cindy turned around facing Cody. His shaky hands slipped the clasp apart. Cindy’s breasts spread the cups to the side while clinging to their immediate protection. Her ample breasts held snugly to each cups. Cody un-wrapped her tits tossing her bra aside. He hands were too eager and too rough. She placed her hands upon his attempting to calm his energy. He seemed a staving man set before a meal not savored in the last age.
“I want to do the rest.” Mark said as he stepped around Cody. Cindy sat onto the bed allowing Cody to take her as far as she was available for the moment. He pressed her backward onto the bed before engulfing her tits in his wet slobbering mouth. What he lacked in finesse, he more than made up for in energy! Her tits tingled. He found her mouth kissing her more gently than he had her tits.
Mark knelt between her legs his hands, softer, gentler, more learned and appreciative than Cody’s. He began at the bottom of Cindy’s thighs close to her knees. Slowly erotically, methodically exploring, savoring, and stimulating Cindy’s loins.
Cody kissed, sucked, and slobbered about her breasts. His manners were unschooled and rough. It felt good if not polished. Cindy enjoyed his attention. He pinched, twisted, and rolled her nipples. It hurt, but hurt good. It was masculine and stimulating.
Mark kissed her tummy and made love to her navel with his tongue. Her pussy felt hot! His hands danced lightly, softly, erotically along the outer parts of her thighs still covered in silky nylon hose. He pressed her legs wide apart. Cindy followed his direction. He kissed and caressed her delicate sensitive inner thighs. His fingers glided softly along the edges of her damp camel-toe. She felt a hot moisture seep from her sex. He slipped her black lace panties from about her bottom tossing them aside.
Cody stood to remove his pants. His manhood stood tall, thick, hard and ready. The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum. Cindy smiled as it bobbed about in front of her.
Mark took advantage of Cody’s brief absence to slip Cindy’s panty hose from beneath her bottom.
“O..M..G…she’s clean shaven, smooth as the day she was born!” Mark exclaimed without thinking. “And she’s wet too!” Cindy blushed, smiled, and winked at Mark.
“Can you take care of that?!” She chided playfully. Marks face disappeared between Cindy’s legs. She gasped when his tongue flicked across her clit. She wanted to cum…very soon…her sex pulsed…Cindy craved this sensual feeling in her body.
Cody knelt beside Cindy’s head. She struggled to take him in her mouth. He was salty and strong. Cindy closed her eyes. Passions overpowered the taste. She licked and sucked, but she did not want him to cum just yet.
She caught her breath. She could feel her first orgasm about to explode…
“Yes….Gawd….yes…” Her tummy convulsed. Her pussy contracted. Cindy came writhing as Mark sucked her snatch. He did not stop. He would not stop. Cindy jerked then pressed his head away. “Your turn…come here…” She patted the bed above her. Mark lay on his back. Cindy knelt above his cock, firm, dripping and swollen. She patted her bottom.
“Here…put it here…” Cindy directed Cody to her bottom. He mounted her doggie-style from behind. His cock found her butt sphincter before her hot twat. She braced herself. In another moment he was inside her bowels pounding away. It felt really good! Cindy’s pussy gaped open, wet and dripping passion’s honey.
She took Marks cock into her mouth. Slowly she relaxed her throat muscles. Little by little he slipped deeper into her Cindy’s throat. With sensuous slow strokes she took his cock into her mouth, passed her tongue, and down her throat, and then returned it to begin again. She milked Marks cock, kneading and cupping his balls as she did. Carefully, very carefully Cindy pleasured this man. She paused.
Cody’s cock enlarged…and exploded into her bowels. Cindy closed her eyes enjoying the sensation within. She waited until he was finished cumming. Slowly he resumed penetrating her bottom. She smiled at Mark….
“A moment Love….” Cindy enjoyed Cody’s drilling for another few seconds.
“Give a guy a turn too…” She said softly. “Go clean that off so we can use it again.” Cody stepped from the bed strutting to the bathroom. Cindy heard the tap water turn on…
She smiled at Mark as she wiggled herself above his manhood. “Now for the Man that knows his way about a girl…” Gently she slipped the tip of his hard wet cock into the gaping opening at her twat. It disappeared as she sat down. While staring directing into Marks eyes she firmly impaled herself on his cock. “I like that…” She waited savoring the sensations inside her pussy. Cindy leaned forward placing her hand just above Marks shoulders…her tits began to sway above his face. Cindy never broke her intense stare into Marks eyes.
“Now FUCK ME while I ride your cock…cum into my pussy…pinch my titties…” Mark took hold of Cindy’s breasts. Softly he sucked each of them. “Pinch ‘em hard!” She said in a guttural grunt. Mark took a nipple in each hand and began to squeeze. Tears welled up in Cindy’s eyes. He let off. “No…not yet…not yet…” Cindy begged. Mark pressed harder. Cindy rode his cock all the harder. “Oh…oh…yes…just a bit…yes…” Marks cock exploded inside Cindy’s sex, spewing hot jism against the cervix of her cunt!
“Yes!” She came hard. Her nipples burned like a wild fire. Her cunt raged with passion. Mark filled her as she continued to ride his cock. Tears streaked her cheeks. Finally her hands grasped Marks. “There…hold it there for a minute…” Cindy savored the painful fire in her compressed nipples. Then she released Marks hands. He released his grip on her nipples. She sat euphoric impaled on his flaccid cock.
“I need a break.” Cindy stood from the bed. She shook her hair with her fingers, and then smoothed it back. She walked to the bathroom closing the door behind her. She sat on the toilet recovering her senses. She had NO sense of propriety, nor did she wish any at the moment! After all she had just fucked two guys, near strangers...and she wanted more! It took five minutes to freshen up, rest, and prepare for round two.
Cindy walked from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her nudity. It wasn’t like these guys hadn’t seen her, nor was it that they weren’t going to see her again, but it seemed to give a sense of security to the moment. She walked to the living room and sat down. Cindy picked up her purse, a small clutch bag, and rummaged about a bit. She took out an indelible Sharpy Marker…and a small lavender vibrator….and several brand new batteries...and a set of clover nipple clamps.
“Mark, I could really use a drink…just the coke this time if you please.” Mark had just arrived from the bathroom. He fixed an ice cold coke for Cindy. She sipped it slowly. It tasted good, the cold felt refreshing.
“I’ve always wanted to do this. I want each of you to sign my body where you fucked me. Print your name, date it, and sign it.”
“Sure.” Gloated Cody. “I’d be glad too!” Mark seemed amused.
“For someone to see?” Mark quipped.
“I supposed so.” Cindy had never really thought about it. She had just wanted to do this one day and today seemed like a great candidate. But it seemed to make sense. Maybe, she really did want to rub her husbands nose it the reality of her activities. This HAD BEEN HIS fantasy, not hers. She had in fact objected to it. Why had she brought it up tonight? Why was she really here? She wasn’t sure and NOW was NOT the time to ponder such things. Signing just seemed to fit the occasion for some reason or another.
She handed the tiny dildo to Mark with the nipple clamps and her phone. “Do you know how to use these?” She smiled.
“I think so…”
“I want you to tie me up to the bed…spread eagle…sign and date me…then take three pictures of me with the cell phone camera…and use the vibrator on me. They are brand new batteries. You are not allowed to stop until the batteries are completely spent even it I beg you...and I might! Then I want to jack-off each of you. I want you to splatter me with your cum…then I want you to take three more pictures. Then if you’re up to it…each of you can fuck me anyway you want…for as long as you want. Deal?” Cindy seemed sincere enough.
“Okay…sure…” Mark said standing up. Cody sat silent. “I need a length of rope.”
“Oh, both of you sign my tits too. Be creative and bold…I want my husband to see where you’ve been tonight.” It was 1:35 AM.
It took about ten minutes before Mark returned, rope in hand. Cindy finished her coke before walking to the bed. The towel dropped from about her body.
“I believe someone owes me a signature here.” She said as she bent over the bed. Cody took the marker from Mark’s hand. On her right butt cheek he printed clearly –
My cock came in here.
Cody
On her left butt cheek he printed –
May 18
Signed
…and signed her bottom. Then Cody drew two small arrows toward Cindy’s anus. She tuned over laying on her back her head on the pillows. Cindy placed an arm towards the corner of the head-board.
“…and someone else owes me a signature here.” Mark took the marker from Cody. In bold print he wrote directly upon Cindy’s pubic mound –
I fucked your pussy
May 18
Mark
Signed
…with a small arrow pointing to the top of Cindy’s clit. Mark tied Cindy’s arms to the head-board; Cody separated Cindy’s legs spreading her as wide as he could. Then Mark tied them secure to the bed frame.
“Now sign my tits…be bold…” Each signed just as they had before –
We fucked your wife
May 18
…above the nipple and areola –
Mark – Cody
Signed
…one on each breast. With that complete Mark squeezed the nipple clamps wide then placed one about each nipple. Cindy winced. It hurt!! But they had promised NOT to remove them till the batteries died. The cell phone camera clicked…once…twice…three times. Buzzzzz…. The dildo started. It prickled and tickled as it touched her tender labia. It took a full two minutes for her to reach her first climax. Cindy knew there was another good ten minutes before the batteries would spend out. She came…over and over…and over….the men seemed to find greater and greater pleasure in her gasping climax…Cody cheered when she wept begging for the batteries to die…they did not…the men did not stop! Cindy hurt. Her pussy hurt. Her nipples hurt. She wept and came again and again… Cody gloated and enjoyed. Mark giggled pleading for her to do it again. Then at last the batteries silenced. Cindy was barely conscious. She rested a moment from the assault on her senses…
“Un-tie my hands. I need a bit of lotion.” Mark brought her lotion. Cindy applied it to their manhood. Deftly she stroked both cocks, one in each hand. “Splatter your jism all over me…” Mark came first. Large globs hit Cindy’s face and tits. He ejaculated again and again splattering Cindy as she requested. Cody was only a moment behind Mark. His cum was a shade yellow-er, much more glob-y, and seemed to never stop. Cindy was covered with glob-y cum from her tummy to her hair. A few globs stuck in her hair. Several plopped and streaked her face. She was a mess of jism. The camera phone clicked…once…twice…three times… They took the nipple clamps off. Cindy grasped her breasts in obvious pain and wept as she softly cupped her abused tits.
“I need another drink…this time with a bit of rum.” Cindy said as she un-tied her ankles. She walked to the bathroom. Carefully she cleaned herself. The marker did not smug. She smiled before wrapping the towel around her again. Mark fixed her drink. Cindy sat on the couch enjoying the rum.
“I do believe each of you have earned whatever you want…for whatever you have left.” She smiled at the two men. “I have to send a text to my husband telling him where to pick me up.” Mark handed her the cell phone. Cindy text-ed the address Mark quoted to her….send. She stood up, walked to the bed, and dropped the towel.
Cody was semi-erect before she got to the bed. He was firm enough to bury his cock in her pussy. He rode her a long while before he came again. Cindy was too spent to cum but she did enjoy the ride. Mark ushered Cody to the door before joining Cindy.
“We’ve got another five hours…fuck my ass before we sleep, then you can get a little before I leave in the morning.” Cindy rolled to her knees…. Mark did not need another invitation. He quietly buried his manhood in her bottom. Cindy enjoyed his assault though her mind was quite numb. He came in Cindy’s bottom.
She struggled to the top of the bed, pulled the blanket down, and climbed inside. Just before she passed out Cindy said clearly.
“My husband will be here about 8:30. Set an alarm for seven-ish. I want one more before I leave…” She fell into exhausted silence. Mark obliged her request then climbed into be next to Cindy.
True to her word Cindy when the alarm sounded she mustered enough energy to more than enjoy Mark one last time. He rode her hard while Cindy wrapped her legs about his hips pulling him deep inside. She enjoyed HIS cum splashing inside her sex. Cindy was just to spent to cum again. She enjoyed the ride!
Cindy freshened up, dressed, and then sat on the couch with her phone in hand. In a few seconds the six pictures raced thru cyber-space appearing on their lap-top. Cindy smiled brightly.
“Thanks for a great evening! We’ll do this again…soon.” She stood walking to the door. Mark opened the door for her.
“You can count on it!” He said as Cindy stepped outside. She walked to the curb. It took less than a full minute before her husband appeared curbside.
“DOES HE HAVE A SURPRISE WAITING FOR HIM!” Mark stepped back inside closing the door on the night’s adventures.
* * *
“Did you bring me a change of clothes?” Cindy asked as she sat into the seat next to her husband.
“Yes. The kids were asleep when I left. Hungry?” I asked.
“Yes. Let’s stop somewhere so I can change. Then we can get the kids and go to breakfast.” Cindy smiled. Her face showed a bit of tired strain.
“How did it go last night?” I asked.
“How do you think it went? I mean honestly.” Cindy giggled. “It was a busy night. I was surprised at how the time passed so quickly. The guys were…pleasant and respectful enough. And I am safe.” She knew my concerns even if she didn’t want to address them straight on. “I sent pictures to the lap-top for you to see. I’ll tell you all about it tonight though, honest. Right now I just want to get out of the clothes! I need a shower. I’ve been used…and it feels like it right now.”
I pulled into the gas station. Cindy went to the Rest Room. I waited. She came out a few minutes later in her Saturday jeans and a clean Tee. After she returned the key to the attendant we drove home. The silence felt a little uncomfortable, but it was due more to exhaustion than any sense of betrayal or violation. I knew. Cindy knew I knew…and it was okay that way, for both of us. I waited for her to speak…
“After breakfast I really need some rest. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I can only imagine!” I said, and I had imagined, all-night-long. I was tired too.
“And that will have to do you until tonight.” Cindy said with a wry smile. “I love you. I will tell you all about it tonight.” And that was the end of it until later that night when we are together.
Cindy showered. I did check the email…YES…the pictures were there. I was erotically STUNNED! I would review and savor these while she slept later this morning. I waited in the bedroom just to see the written marker on her body. Yes, it was still there!
The kids were ready for breakfast before Cindy was dressed, noisy as always, busting, and ready to go. Off we all went to breakfast, then a well deserved nap.
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