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Cynthia's Progress,
Chapter 6



Being in a room with two women, just back from a girls-day-out scouring the
local retail establishments, can make you feel a little non-existent.

My wife Cynthia and her friend Sheila sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a
cool chardonnay and chatting about what they'd bought, what they wished
they'd bought, and what was going on sale next week, seemingly oblivious to
the masculine presence in the room as I put together a sandwich for my
lunch.

I found myself staring at them, appreciating how attractive they both were
for the thousandth time.

They were both very sexy, but in very different ways.

Sheila is not a twenty-something bombshell.  But she is incredibly alluring
and desirable, much more than many twenty-year-olds I have known. Her
straight, black hair is expertly styled to frame her face, some unapologetic
traces of gray adding a little maturity without detracting anything. She was
wearing a silk, navy-colored blouse and matching skirt.  Many women in their
late forties think that they have to dress like someone half their age to
looks sexy; all that they really accomplish is to look either trashy or
ridiculous or, more commonly, both.  Sheila's blouse was expertly tailored
to fit snuggly around her breasts, emphasizing their fullness. Strategically
low buttons allowed a generous amount of eye-catching cleavage without
crossing the line to being vulgar. The bottom of the blouse fit a tad
loosely, discreetly disguising the slightly extra amount of waist she hated
to admit she had.  Her skirt hugged the inviting roundness of her hips then
fell loosely to just below her knees.  It was slit up the right side fairly
high on her thigh, so that with every step she took she showed as much
shapely leg as she would in a mini-skirt. And shapely certainly describes
her legs! Femininely full, but short of what anyone would call fat, the
occasional glimpses of her thighs constantly caught my eye, with just a bit
of smooth, white flesh visible above the tops of her stockings.  Her calves
are equally appealing, accentuated with the magic of 4-inch heels. Her
sensuous appearance is rounded out by the ultimate aphrodisiac - an aura of
self-confidence, both in her own attractiveness and in the fact that she
knows what she wants and usually gets it.

Cynthia, my wife, is equally sexy, but in a different way. She exhibits a
more carefree, not-quite innocent sexuality of youth. Her tiny figure,
barely topping 5 feet tall, only adds to the youthful image that still
regularly gets asked for IDs in bars, despite being 25 years old. She has a
thick mane of curly, naturally blonde hair that drapes about a quarter of
the way down her back. She was wearing a white cotton tank top that has just
strings going over her shoulders and drops quite low on her back to show off
a mouthwatering expanse of smooth, tanned skin. The front was fairly low
cut, with half a dozen buttons down the middle. With the top two buttons
open, the low cut effect is greatly accentuated. It fit snuggly across her
small chest, making the outline of her erect nipples plainly visible. A
tight fitting, pastel blue mini skirt tightly hugs her hips, emphasizing a
posterior that would make Jennifer Lopez jealous, a feature my wife had only
recently been convince to be attractive rather than "too big".  The short
skirt, with its hemline only a teasing 4 inches below her crotch, revealed
the majority of her flawlessly bare tan legs. The 3-inch heels made her a
bit taller without taking anything from the petite image, all the while
perfecting the curves of legs that already seemed beyond improvement.

These two lovely ladies, so different in appearance yet so equally arousing,
sat in my kitchen laughing and chatting, seemingly unconscious of the fact
that I couldn't stop staring at both of them. I felt like a fifteen year
old, stuck with sex on the mind constantly just by being in the room with
two attractive women. The fact that I had slept with both of them only
heightened the effect, rather than making me feel more blas  about it.
Seeing the swell of Sheila's breasts in her blouse flashed memories of them
bared, wrapped around my stiff cock. A look at Cynthia's bare legs made me
picture them pulled back to her chest, feet high in the air as I've taken
her so many times before.

"Mike.Oh Mike, anybody home there?"

I snapped out of my revelry to the sound of Sheila's pleasant voice.

"Sorry," I said, "just daydreaming. What did you say?"

"Daydreaming, huh?" Sheila stated more than asked, with a smile and a
seductive twinkle in her eyes. "You'll have to tell me what about later.
I'd just commented that you should have seen this little vixen of a wife of
yours earlier today. I think she may have permanently injured an innocent
young shoe salesman."

Cynthia blushed, flashing a guilty smile.

"How's that?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

"Well, when we walked into the place a very nice young man was quite anxious
to help us. He helped us pick out a few styles and when he sat down on his
little stool to put a shoe on Cynthia's foot, well," Sheila scooted her
chair back and took an exaggerated look under the table at her companion's
attractive legs, reaching out to lift her hemline a bit. "I think someone
might have moved just a bit to give him a view the rest of the way up that
little skirt."

Cynthia's blushed deepened a bit as she playfully slapped Sheila's hand
away. "It was completely accidental," she claimed, though not quite
believably.

"Of course.  I wouldn't insinuate anything else." Sheila teased. "But
perhaps it wouldn't have taken him so long to get the damn shoe on your foot
if he was actually looking at what he was doing." She turned to me, smiling
in seductive, knowing way. "I think that poor boy may have caused himself
serious injury when he finally stood up. Hopefully he'll wear looser
trousers to work from now on."

They both burst into a fit of laughter. I joined them, although I could
truly sympathize with the poor young storeclerk. "You two are just mean," I
scolded playfully.

"Well, I didn't mean to hurt him," Cynthia giggled.

"Perhaps we could go back sometime and make it up to him," Sheila said.

Cynthia laughed at the suggestion, but from the look in her eye I could tell
Sheila was completely serious, or would be if she could get Cynthia to go
for it.

"What are you wearing under that skirt that caused the poor boy so much
excitement?" I asked her.

She stopped laughing and the blush came back to her cheeks.  "Nothing
special, I guess," she finally said.

Chuckling devilishly, Sheila added, "Nothing...I do believe that part is
literal!"

"Going commando, now?" I asked.

"It's the only way to shop," Sheila answered for her with a wink.

"Both of you, huh? Maybe I should check, just to be sure you're not putting
me on."

Before I could put this thought into action Sheila stopped me with a wave of
her hand.

"Maybe later. Actually, I should say definitely later. Don't forget, you two
are coming over later this evening for cocktails with us. I can't wait for
you both to meet Eve and Scott." I smiled at Sheila as she said this. While
I hadn't actually met them, I had seen Scott and Eve "in action" in some of
Marty's extensive personal film collection. "Come on Cynthia, let's go put
these bags away upstairs, you can put on the new dress you bought for
tonight and model for Mike."

They gathered up the bags and headed for the stairway.  "Be back in a few
minutes," Cynthia called from the top. "Prepare to be wowed!"

I was sure I would be.  With Sheila's taste in sexy clothes guiding her, I
was sure whatever my wife came down those stairs in would knock my socks
off.

I sat down to wait, hoping they wouldn't take too long. Cynthia had
certainly changed in the last few months.  I wouldn't be clich  and say she
was a "different woman", that wouldn't be entirely true.  It is just that
the more wild side of her sexuality had greatly magnified, while her
inhibitions had steadily disappeared. I guess there was some irony, too, in
the fact that we were closer to each other than ever before now that we were
screwing other people. I think the key was that we were being more honest
than ever before, both with each other and ourselves.  We were talking about
and living out fantasies that most couples undoubtedly have, never dare even
whisper to one another. Both of us, and Cynthia especially, were also
discovering desires we'd never even known we had, or at least never
consciously admitted to ourselves. If I had suggested to Cynthia a year ago
that in a year's time she would be having a sexual relationship with another
woman, she not only wouldn't have believed me, but might even have been
offended at the suggestion. Just look at her now. Only a few weeks since her
"initiation" into the world of Sapphic pleasures and she is as anxious to
meet Eve tonight as she is to meet Scott.

I went to take another sip of my soda and discovered it was empty. I'd never
been this reflective before; getting lost in my thoughts had certainly never
been a problem with me before.  I glanced at the clock. I had been sitting
here woolgathering for over twenty minutes.  The girls were certainly taking
their time getting changed.  I decided to see what the holdup was.

As I walked up the stairs, Sheila's familiar voice reached my ear in a moan,
and I realized why I hadn't seen the new dress yet.  Quietly pushing open my
bedroom door, I took in the inviting scene before me. Cynthia's clothing lay
in a heap beside the bed, and she was lying naked on the bed with Sheila
straddling her face.  The brunette was stripped from the waist down, gently
rolling her hips as she rode my wife's active tongue. She held on to the
headboard with one hand so support herself while she leaned back and worked
a large, soft-looking purple dildo between Cynthia's widely spread legs.

"Now I see what was taking so long," I announced loudly, causing Sheila to
smile back at me over her shoulder. "Can three play at this game?"

A muffled acquiescence from Sheila's crotch as the woman on top licked her
lips.

"Let me help with that," I said, taking the control of the dildo and
continuing to work it in and out of my wife's moist cunt. "Is this new?"

"We shopped for a bit more than clothes today," Sheila managed to tell me in
a breathy voice before I cut her off with a deep kiss.

I reached down and gave Cynthia's small breast a firm squeeze, then tugged a
bit on her stiff nipple before bring my hand up to cup Sheila's fuller tit
through her blouse.  Her tongue plunged anxiously into my mouth as I started
to quickly work on the buttons.  It was quite a test of my coordination to
keep up three activities at once, fucking my wife with the dildo, French
kissing Sheila deeply, and unbuttoning blouse with only one hand.
Fortunately, I didn't hear any complaints as my hands and tongue struggled
to do their best.  Once the blouse was unbuttoned, I buried the rubber cock
up to its synthetic balls in Cynthia's pussy and used both hands to remove
Sheila's blouse, adding it to the growing pile of garments on the floor. I
slid the straps of her bra of her shoulders and pushed the whole thing down
around her stomach to free her swaying jugs. I reached both hands around her
to gather her full tits my hands as I resumed our kiss for a few moments
longer.

"Oh God, Cynthia," she cried, breaking my grasp and lunging forward, "There,
there! Just like that." She reached out to grasp the headboard with both,
grinding her hips faster. I took a step back to watch; it looked like my
help was not necessary here.

"That's it, that's it," she encouraged my wife. "Oh YES! Suck my clit you
wonderful slut, you beautiful slut, ooh you're making me cum!" Cynthia's
hands reached up to clutch at the pendulous breasts just above her,
squeezing them as Sheila rode her face into orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh, Yes yes
yes, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum, YES! Harder, oh there, There! Yes, you
perfect slut, you perfect goddess YES!!"

Finally, Sheila relaxed her grip on the headboard, and slowly backed up on
her knees until she was straddling Cynthia's stomach. She looked down and
Cynthia, a weak grin escaping her panting lips as she saw my wife face
beaming up at her, covered in pussy juices. I helped Sheila off of my wife,
and Cynthia sat her self up on the pillows. The dildo had worked itself more
than halfway out and she idly took it in her hand and began to pump herself.

Sheila undid her bra and tossed it to the side, then started to help me get
undressed.

"Hurry up!" Cynthia urged us playfully. "I'm starting to get lonely over
here."

"Looks to me like you have some company," I joked, indicating the toy in her
hand. "Must have been quite a shopping trip."

"We did make a couple of extra stops," Sheila confessed as she pulled my
pants and boxers to my knees. Then she turned to Cynthia. "I take it you
like that one?"

"Mmm-hmm," Cynthia replied. "But we got a lot of other things. What else can
I play with?"

Sheila picked up a plain brown paper shopping bag from beside the bed, then
sat next to Cynthia and dumped its contents between them. A dozen or so sex
toys in various shapes, colors and sized spilled out. Vibrators, dildos and
a few items that didn't really fit in either category lay in a heap on the
bed. Cynthia slid the purple toy from its warm confines and sat up to
eagerly sort through their carnal purchases. She looked like kid at the end
of Halloween, dumping her bag of candy and gleefully deciding what to try
next. She held up a smaller, white rubber object. It was vaguely triangular,
rounded at the end and then flaring to about 2 and half inches mounted on a
narrower shaft with a flat base.

"What does this one do?" Cynthia asked. Her naivety was kind of amusing,
given the circumstances, as she obviously did not recognize a butt plug.

"That one's mine, dear," Sheila told her with a smile. "Here, Mike," she
took it from Cynthia and tossed it too me, as well as a newly purchased tube
of K-Y. "Grease this up for me, if you don't mind."

Of course, I didn't mind at all. I tore the plastic safety seal off of the
tube and squeezed a liberal amount on the soft, rubber item. My cock was
already starting to swell from the scene I had just witnessed, as well as
the site of these two sexy, nude women in front of me, and the thought of
what I may soon be doing to Sheila with this plug only added to the effect.

As I smeared the slick lubricant all over the innocent looking item, Sheila
sat on the edge of the bed and selected a small vibrator just a little
bigger than a tube of lipstick and long, slender dildo, about 9 inches long
and an inch in diameter. She lay back motioned for Cynthia to climb aboard.
With an eager smile, Cynthia straddled the older woman's face and lowered
her own to gently suck on Sheila's prominent clit.

Sheila's waiting love nest and my wife's warm mouth were at the edge of the
bed, just a few feet from me, so I decided I had better step up to the
plate. Cynthia smiled at my half-stiff cock bobbing in her face, then
suddenly inhaled sharply as I heard a humming from her rearward side -
Sheila had apparently started to deliver her ministrations. With a lustful
look in her eye, Cynthia wrapped her small hand around my shaft and pulled
it into her mouth. I don't know how, but her blowjobs seem to get better
every single time. I was rock hard in an instant as she deftly fingered my
balls with one hand while her hot tongue swirled around my substantial cock
at each stroke.

"Are you just gonna hold that thing all afternoon?" Sheila's voice asked me
from between the blonde's legs. I'd nearly forgotten about the greasy
butt-plug in my hand as I was enjoying my wife's oral expertise.

"Ready to see what this is for?" I asked playfully, but only got a grunt in
response as she was benefiting from another expert tongue, along with some
peripheral devices. She did watch though.  Sheila raised her legs up bent
her knees, then pulled them back on either side of Cynthia.  The pretty
blonde's eyes widened considerably when she saw me guiding the plug just
little lower than she had expected. I pushed the tip gingerly against
Sheila's puckered anus. I turned it back and forth as I eased the tip past
the entrance, working it slowly in.

"That's it," she coaxed me as my wife stared silently, inches away. "Nice
and slow. Push it right in. Oh yeah, that's it."

I'd worked it almost all the way in and stopped as her bunghole stretched
around the widest part of the plug. Both Cynthia and I drank in the sight
for a moment before I pushed it just a bit farther and saw it swallowed up
as she clenched around the narrower shaft, with just the base protruding
from her rear.

I looked at Cynthia's face to gauge her reaction, knowing Marty and Sheila
would undoubtedly quiz me about it later. The obvious lustful look was
largely due to Sheila's tongue and the toys working at her cunt, but she
continued to stare at the flat base of the butt-plug with a mixture of
curiosity and something a little less promising.  Not really disgust, but
maybe something close to it.

Not seeing the most positive of reactions, I didn't want to let her dwell on
it too long. I urged the head of my hard prick against her mouth, which
opened instinctively.  Her attention shifted easily back to my cock and she
sucked with abandon, lunging for my cock when I pulled it away from her
after a minute. I lowered my aim a bit and slipped into Sheila's warm pussy.
Her cunt was still wet from Cynthia's earlier warm-up, allowing me to slide
all eight inches to the hilt with one strong thrust. I fucked her for a few
minutes as Cynthia sucked her clit, then pulled out and eased into Cynthia's
mouth, letting her clean the other woman's juices from my dick.

I started alternating my strokes, a few into Sheila's musky cunt then a few
into my wife's willing mouth. I kept this up for a while, until Cynthia's
attention started to wane. I could tell she was about to cum, rocking her
hips faster as her panting and moans increased. I slid into Sheila and
started screwing in earnest. I slid my hands between their bodies from the
side to grab Cynthia's little tits, neglected until now. My fingers found
her hardened nipples poking threateningly into Sheila's stomach. I just had
time to pinch them, twisting harder than I had intended as she came,
obviously heightening her orgasm as she screamed in pleasure, tensing her
entire body.

I was getting close myself, pounding harder into Sheila and feeling my heavy
balls slapping against the plastic base of the butt-plug. Cynthia finally
came to rest with her head against Sheila's thigh. Watching from inches away
as her husband's cock pistoned into her friend. She licked her lips as she
heard my heightened breathing and grunts, prefacing the conclusion. I
decided to make her work a little for it a bit. I sped up, rapidly working
to the peak, then pulling about halfway out and holding my cock there as the
floodgates finally burst, shooting over and over into Sheila's wonderful
cunt, mixing my jizz with her own abundant fluids.

When I finally pulled out, Cynthia quickly reached for my cock took it into
her mouth, hungrily licking the mixture of cock and pussy juices. It was
quickly clean, and she rolled off of Sheila with a slightly disappointed
look in her face.

"You big meany!" she teased as Sheila sat up.

"What?" I asked in mock innocence.

She licked her lips again. "You know I was waiting for you to finish."

"He was just playing a little hide and seek," Sheila said as we both
laughed. Cynthia looked a little confused. "It's all here waiting for you."
She stroked her fingers along her swollen pussy lips and Cynthia finally got
the idea and grinned sheepishly. She hopped off the bed and dropped to her
knees in front of Sheila. My beautiful young bride had come a long way. It
didn't really seem that long ago when I had first conceived of bringing up a
"swinging" lifestyle to her. I remember her telling me one time, about a
year ago, that she had caught herself flirting with a cute guy at work and
had felt horribly guilty. Now I watched as she enthusiastically sucked my
cum from another woman's cunt, not stopping until she had brought her new
best friend to another orgasm.

# # #

There's nothing worse than an emergency call from work on a Sunday morning.
Especially after a late Saturday night. But when you are trying to make your
way up in the business world, those are the kind things you just have to do.
Kiss a sleeping wife on the cheek and head out the door for a full day at
the office while everyone else is playing golf or watching a baseball game
on TV - that' the lot of the young executive.  Only this young executive had
the memories of an unforgettably wild night still lingering in his mind to
distract him from the more mundane task at hand. Memories of a truly intense
night for my beautiful little wife, my little slut in training, being taken
to new heights of pleasure and crossing more lines in the sand.

I didn't get home until around 6:30 in the evening. The lack of a greeting
seemed to tell me that Cynthia didn't even hear me come in. I smiled to
myself, wondering if I was about to find her in the bedroom again,
"otherwise engaged" so to speak.  I was a little disappointed when I saw a
light coming from the den, and as I got closer I heard the plastic clicking
of the computer keyboard.

"You working late, too?" I asked, surprising her and making her jump. She
was sitting at the desk wearing one of my shirts with her long blonde hair
tied back.

"Oh! Mike, you startled me!" She got up and rushed over to wrap her arms up
around my neck and give me a very welcoming kiss. "I thought you were never
going to get home!"

"Me, too," I told her, a mixture of fatigue and relief in my voice. "The
project I worked on all last week got changed and I had to revamp the whole
thing today. Thank God there are enough of us peons at the company to come
in on a Sunday and get it all done.  How was your day? Let me guess, you
slept most of the day away and have never been more dressed than this."

"You're half right," she said, squirming from my arms and playfully punching
my arm. "But I didn't really sleep too late. I got up around ten. I guess
staying in bed all day on Sunday just isn't as much fun with out you.  I
took a long, hot bath - that felt so good. I was...sore...all over, and that
always helps. I felt so good after the bath that I even rearranged the
bureau, since, you know, that whole drawer is empty now."

I tried to suppress a grin.  I had completely forgotten about Sheila's
little housecleaning bit she did before she left yesterday afternoon.

A while back she had started telling Cynthia that she didn't really need to
wear a bra, and that she looked so much sexier without one. Then, half
joking, she had told her panties were really that necessary either.  She'd
continued making comments like this, never quite serious. Finally yesterday,
while all of us were recovering from our afternoon interlude, she had
brought it up again, and then adding something like, "While I'm here, I
might as well help you out with that, do a little housecleaning maybe." I'm
sure Cynthia thought she was joking, even I wasn't sure if she was serious.
I don't even think Cynthia really believed her earnestness while Sheila went
through the chest of drawers, dumping her undergarments into two piles.  One
contained the bulk of my wife's bras and panties, the other had a 3 or 4 of
each, a pair of crotchless panties, some lacy thongs and matching
wonder-bras, and a bright red, open front bra. Sheila described these as
"decorative, great for in front of the camera". She also went through
Cynthia's nightgowns, adding most of them to the larger pile, but putting a
couple of the more slutty ones in the "camera" pile and leaving 3 rather
racy ones that Sheila had helped her pick out, "for our own fun".

"I'll just get rid of these for you," Sheila had said when she left the
house with the bulk of Cynthia's underwear in plastic garbage bag, along
with the few "decoratives" in a smaller shopping bag. It didn't really sink
in as real to Cynthia until Sheila's blue Mercedes pulled out of our drive.
She'd been a little shocked and laughed nervously as we watched the car
disappear down the street.

"I guess laundry day just got a little easier," was all she finally said,
and looking in her eyes I could see a twinkle of exhilaration, maybe even
anticipation.

Sheila had called me a couple of hours later.

"Can you talk?" she asked.

"Yeah, Cynthia's in the shower."

"How'd she take it? I wasn't sure if I'd pushed things a little, taking her
underwear.  I can give it back to her tonight, tell her it was a joke, if
you think that's best."

"No," I told her with certainty. "She thinks you're serious and by the look
she had after you left, well, she may be a little hesitant, but she was also
definitely excited."

"Wonderful," she said, and from the sound of her voice, I could just picture
the devilish grin on her face. "I'll make sure they go out with the trash."

With all of this flooding back into my mind I looked at Cynthia, sitting
back down and the computer, and my eyes traced from her bare feet, crossed
at the ankles, along her silky legs to where her thighs disappeared beneath
the bottom of her borrowed shirt. I was suddenly excited by the knowledge
that her bare pussy was just inches beyond. I moved behind her leaning over
and kissing her neck, then reaching around with both hands to cup her pert
little boobs through the thin cotton material, her nipples instantly
reacting to my touch.

"Quite a night last night," I whispered in her ear. "Not too sore for a
little quality time with your husband, I hope."

"I'm sure I can manage," she said in a sexy tone, "I'm just getting finished
with this."

"What's got you working so diligently," I asked her, looking at the screen
as I continued to fondle her breasts.

"Something Eve suggested last night. I want to email it to her this
evening."

Eve. A perfect example of why I'll never understand women. Aggressive,
dominating one minute, cuddly and feminine the next. One minute I think
Cynthia may not ever want to see her again, the next their hugging and
gushing like schoolgirls. But anyway you look at it, unforgettable.

"Actually," she continued, "I'd like you to read it when I'm done.  Eve
thought it would be fun for me to write down everything about last night and
send it to her, kind of let her see the whole night through my eyes.  You
know, I haven't really had to write anything since college. Do you mind
looking it over and letting me know how it reads? I'll be done in just a few
minutes."

Did I mind? I can't imagine a more foolish question. But I just answered,
"No problem."

I wandered into the living room to sort through the remnants of the
newspaper, and in about ten minutes she called to me from the den.

"It's done, I guess," she told me when I walked in. "Go ahead and read it,
I'm going to throw a quick bite to eat in the microwave, then I'll meet you
upstairs."

I watched her cute, round ass as she trotted out of the room, then sat down
to read her version of last night's events.



Filename: Cynth-lstnt



It's really been a while since I have sat down and written anything, so no
promises as to how this is going to turn out! Thank God for spell-check and
a good proofreader.

I'm not really sure where to start, that's always been the hardest thing
about all the papers I've ever written.  They always say "Just start at the
beginning", but I don't know if that really works here, and I guess the
question is the beginning of what? From when I met you? I don't think you
really care all that much about what I thought of dinner last night, you
didn't want me to write a restaurant review. I guess I should start with my
first impression on meeting you, and then maybe skip ahead a bit to the good
stuff.

Mike and I were running a little late, (I fully take the blame for that,
he's always ready ten minutes early, but he never complains when I make us
late - what a sweetie!), and you Scott were standing there waiting for us
with Marty and Sheila in the restaurant's entryway. I saw Scott first.
Sheila had told me that you both were very athletic, so I wasn't surprised
to see his thick, broad chest and muscular arms bulging under his shirt.
Looking at his sandy blonde hair and wide smile, I would have sworn he was
nearly ten years younger than thirty - Sheila had told me his age.
Altogether a very tasty specimen. The night was just starting and I was
already getting all kinds of thoughts in my head that weren't really suited
for the dinner table.

Then you came around from behind him and my mind really started to wander.
Up until a few weeks ago, whenever I met a woman I checked her out, of
course, but then I was looking at her clothes, her hair, how pretty she was.
Now, when I check a woman, out, I really check her out. I see how sexy she
is, I notice her legs, her breasts, her skin, her mouth, her eyes, the whole
package, and with very different thoughts in my mind. I kind of get the idea
what guys are thinking now when they look at women. I kind of wandered here,
but the point is: you were (are!) something to look at! Looking at you I
knew what people mean by the term "hardbody." About 5'6" and totally tanned
and toned, you really took my breath away.

Your asian ancestry (you later told me you're mother was Japanese, your
father British) gives your face a wonderfully exotic look. I'm sure you know
I checked you out a bit more. Your snug sleeveless blouse clung to your
chest, and while I used to only look at other women's boobs to jealously
compare them to myself, things have changed, and I definitely looked at your
chest with admiration. I'd guess you're a B-cup, and even through your close
I could tell that they were undoubtedly perfectly firm, just like the rest
of your body. Your athletically toned legs indicated that you work out more
than occasionally, and they led up to a tight, shapely butt most women would
kill for! I could go on raving about your body, but I suppose I should get
on with it. (Maybe another time!)

Skipping ahead, since, really, does anything about the early evening really
need to be rehashed? Dinner was great, we laughed, we drank, we drank some
more, we went to Marty and Sheila's, kicked of our shoes and drank some more
(I seem to do a lot of that when I'm with them!). Then out of the blue you
straddled my husband's lap. And started kissing him. Deeply.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind. Far from it, actually. I would never have
believed it a matter of months ago, but found myself getting turned on
watching Mike making out with another woman. You were holding his head in
both your hands and quite obviously burying your tongue in his throat.  His
hands slid along your thighs and pushed your tight skirt up to your hips,
then grabbed on to your firm ass cheeks.

I would have kept on watching, but a warm hand squeezing my thigh distracted
me. I turned and smiled at Marty. He winked at me and motioned for me to
turn towards him a bit. I happily complied, and we started kissing. His
hands went right for my breasts, and I know I moaned as soon as he touched
them.  My nipples were already hard, with nothing between them and Marty's
hands but the thin fabric of my dress. He started rubbing one hand on my
thigh, and I instantly hoped he would start moving it a little ways North.
I tried to drop a little hint by putting my hand to his crotch. He was
already hard, and I started gently stroking him through his trousers. I'm
sure he knew what I wanted, but kept teasingly stroking my thigh up and down
while his other hand fondled first one of my small boobs, then the other,
squeezing each breast before tugging and teasing my sensitive nipples
through my dress.

I was really starting to get lost in the sensations, feeling myself already
getting close to cumming without anyone or anything making contact with my
pussy. Suddenly, I was snapped out of my erotic daze by a tapping on my
shoulder.  I turned my head and saw you standing in front of me, staring at
me intently.

"Would you mind standing up?" you asked me. I was a little confused, but did
what you asked nonetheless. I'm sure I wobbled a bit, my knees were a little
weak from both the alcohol and sexual arousal. I couldn't help getting a
better look at you as I got up, your skirt was gone and your blouse hung
open. I my eyes instantly took in your athletic hips accented by a black
thong, your solid tummy, and just a glimpse of your firm tits.

Without taking your eyes from mine, which I admit made me a little nervous
at the time, you reached up with both hand and strongly pinched my nipples.
It did hurt, but in the best way. I gasped as I felt the sensation fill my
breasts, then surge straight through my body, ending between my legs.  When
you finally released them, (it seemed like forever, but it was probably was
only a couple of seconds) I felt my breath coming in short spurts. You
stepped close to me and I was vaguely aware that everyone was staring at us,
but I didn't really care. Your hands ran slowly around my back and I parted
my lips, sure you were about to kiss me. Your lips hovered just an inch from
mine, and I didn't even notice your hand lowering the zipper on the back of
my dress. Then your hands were on my shoulders, sliding the straps off, and
the dress fell to the ground.

I only felt disappointment as you took a step back, and I couldn't figure
out why you hadn't kissed me. I was oblivious to the fact that I stood in
the middle of the room naked.

"Mmm, nice," you said, your gaze lingering over my exposed body. "Turn
around."

I obeyed without thinking, and as I turned became aware for the first time
of the other four sets of eyes on me.  Mike was where you had left him on
one couch with his shirt unbuttoned and a lustful look on his face and Marty
was leaning back on the other couch by my leg. Scott sat shirtless on nearby
chair, an equally topless Sheila by his feet on the floor. His cock stood
out from his open fly, shiny with her saliva. She continued to lazily
stroking him with one hand as they watched me.

"What do you think, Scott," you asked your husband, moving close behind me
as I faced him. "Think you'd like this pretty little girl riding your cock?"

"I don't think I'd mind too much," he said casually.

You reached one hand around and ran your finger brazenly across my cunt. I
held my breath as you pushed it into me.

"Already wet," you informed him, "and fairly tight, too. But judging by what
I was handling in your hubby's pants, I'll bet it stretches out to fit real
well." I noticed Sheila had started helping Scott take off his pants. "Go on
over and hop on his cock."

I didn't even think to question the authority in your tone. Besides, the
thought had already crossed my mind. I obediently walked over to your
husband and crawled on top of him with my knees on the couch, starting to
kiss him as I aligned my hips over his shaft. The sharp, unexpected slap on
my butt was a little more than playful.

"Not like that." You sounded annoyed. "I want to see how much those little
tits bounce when you fuck him.  Turn around."

A little unsure, and afraid that everyone was watching me, I got up and
turned around. I was pleased to see I was not quite the center of attention.
Mike, Marty and Sheila were busy shedding the remains of their clothing. I
awkwardly tried sitting back onto Scott's lap, bringing my knees onto the
chair.

"Oh for christsake, don't you know how to squat?" you asked me. "Here, stand
on the chair, one leg on either side of him. That's it, now squat down and
lean back a little. Yes, that's a cock pushing against your little cunt, I'm
sure you recognize that."

I held onto the arms of the chair and found I could balance rather easily.
It felt fantastic to finally have a cock sliding into me. I put my weight on
my hips and sank down slowly, enjoying the feeling of him filling me up
until I was sitting flat against his pelvis. His hand wrapped around me and
cupped my tits, giving them a good squeeze.

"There you go. Now give him a real good fuck, and open your eyes baby!"

I did as I was told, on both counts. I pumped my hips slowly on his dick,
adjusting slightly to hit just the right spot - oh god that felt so good! I
was suddenly aware that I would be coming in very short order. It's amazing
at how easily I get to that point now. It seems like every sexual circuit in
my body is always on maximum overdrive. I looked around the room to see if
everyone else was enjoying themselves as much as I was.

Mike and Sheila were buck naked on the couch, and she was grinning
sheepishly at him as she smeared a large quantity of clear, slippery looking
oil onto his hard cock. Marty was also naked and quickly working to get you
into that state as well. He had removed your blouse and my first glimpse at
your wonderful breasts in all their glory brought me right to the edge (OK,
so your husband's wonderful cock in my pussy didn't hurt either). Quite
obviously as firm as ripe peaches, they jutted out from your chest with no
sag, your nipples pointing skyward. My god, you've got breasts that would
make an eighteen year-old girl jealous, and they are a solid cup size bigger
than my little A-cups.

I was suddenly very envious of Marty as he knelt down and started sucking on
your nipples, deftly reaching to pull down you thong at the same time.

I started humping Scott faster while his hands still grasped my chest. The
pulse of my orgasm hit me; the intense wave of pleasure centered between my
legs and shot out through my whole body. Every inch of me was
super-sensitized with the wonderful feeling as I sat back on his cock,
letting it penetrate me to its fullest potential, just resting there awash
in pleasure.

"Come on now, you're just getting started," I heard his voice behind me as
his hand fell to my hips, lifting me upward and then pulling me back down.
Every nerve in my pussy is extra sensitive right after I cum, but I could
tell I wasn't about to get a break. I started taking over the motions
myself, reaching down between my legs to cup his balls as I started working
up to my previous pace.

I took another look around the room and the first thing I notice was you,
smiling back at me from a mirror image of my position. You happily bounced
up and down on Marty's cock as he held onto your perfect tits, kneading them
in his hand. As you stared into my eyes I found myself unconsciously
matching your pace, and even your moans. Unbelievably, I felt another orgasm
building inside me and I knew it wouldn't be long. I wondered if we would
hit that moment at the same time.

You finally broke my gaze and turned toward the other couch. I couldn't help
but follow your eyes to see Sheila on her hands and knees on the sofa, her
face buried in the cushions and her curvy ass held high. Mike was behind her
guiding his glistening cock to its target. I suddenly realized that the
"target" wasn't quite what I expected.  He put the head of his thick cock
against her anus and pushed, gently yet persistently, until it disappeared,
eliciting a loud groan from his partner. He sank it gradually in deeper,
then pulled back for another agonizingly slow thrust. He repeated the motion
over and over until he was finally burying his cock in her ass! I had never
seen anything like it before, and had always been turned off at the very
idea. It was (and still is) confusing to me - my mind was telling me how
disgusting it was, but at the same time I suddenly realized I was fucking
Scott harder than ever. With that carnal act filling my vision I came again,
even harder than before. I was vaguely aware of how loud I was screaming in
an orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

Finally, I came down. collapsing back against Scott's chest, impaling myself
yet again on his cock, panting. His hand went to my ass and lifted it up
enough for him to have room to keep thrusting up into my pussy. I was sure
he had to be close to cumming to, the way he kept ramming his cock harder
and harder. For the moment, I was too exhausted to do anything but receive
his rapid fucking.  He was banging away like a jackrabbit and then suddenly
lurched forward, lifting me off of him and spilling me onto the floor. I
scrambled to my knees and his cock was suddenly in my face.

I've only recently acquired this affinity for cum, but it seems almost
instinctual now how my mouth opens hungrily when there's a throbbing cock
about to explode in front of me. The head of his dick was right at the
entrance of my widely parted lips as he stroked himself one last time,
launching a thick stream of cum to the back of my throat. Not wanting to
miss a drop, I kept my mouth wide open and let the creamy fluid pool around
my tongue rather than swallow as I waited for the next spurt and the next,
until he as finally dry. Then I swallowed.

"Bring her over here, Scott," you said, panting heavily.

Not needing Scott's help, I turned and crawled over to where you were giving
Marty's cock a vigorous workout.

"Suck his balls," you ordered.

I put my head between both of your legs and took his heavy balls into my
mouth. Your cunt rubbed against my face as you continued to piston on his
stiff rod.  I inhaled deeply, enjoying your heavy scent. Your hand ran
through my hair and I heard Marty grunting. "Oh god, there, there, now!"

You lift yourself clear up and off of him. My mouth covered Marty's cock
just as he came, and you pushed my head down onto it. I swallowed on impulse
as his hot semen shot straight down my throat. Looking back, I remember
being disappointed that I hadn't even been able to taste it. God, I've
become such a slut! Isn't it great?

Marty finished cumming and I would have stayed to give his cock a thorough
cleaning, but you apparently had other plans. You sat down next to Marty on
the sofa with your fingers still entwined in my hair. Spreading your legs
you guided my face between them.

"Now you need to finish me off," you informed me.

I plunged my tongue right to your cunt. The words "hot and wet" seem too
simple do describe it, but they are so accurate. I lapped your pungent taste
from the hole Marty had just been filling, then sucked on your labia, one at
a time and then both at once, before moving my attention to your sensitive
clit. Then I started the cycle all over again.

"Mmm, you do that so well, Cynthia baby," you cooed. I glanced up and saw
you massaging your breasts and nipples. "Keep your eyes on your work dear.
Oh yeah, that's good. I'll keep you updated on the show you're missin'.
Hubby Mikey is really laying into sweet Sheila's ass, and she loves it!
They're just the center of attention. Ooh there, suck my clit just a bit
harder. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Fuck, his thick cock is really stretching her
asshole, he's really banging it to her."

Once you'd mentioned it, I became aware for the first time of Sheila's deep
moans and my husband's feverish grunts that I had been oblivious to in the
background. It was getting me hotter than ever, know what they were doing
just a few feet away, despite my misgivings about the act itself. Trying to
stay focused, I redoubled my efforts to please you.

"Woah! You are an eager beaver aren't you? Fuck that's good! Mmm you're
getting pretty hot hearing about...mmm yeah there...Sheila's ass getting
pounded by Mikey. I think I'll have him fuck my ass later.  Oh man he's
going faster now, just slammin' her. Listen to her scream, wow she's lovin'
it. Oh don't stop that, there just... just suck...my clit...ooh fuck, ooh
FUCK!"

You arched your back as you came, thrusting your hips up against my face. I
kept sucking your clit as your spasms increased. Your strong musky odor
overwhelmed my senses and I inhaled deeply, loving the scent of raw, female
sexuality. When you finally relaxed, I dared a glance to my right. From the
contorted look on Mike's face I could tell he was about to cum. He pumped
faster and faster into Sheila's nether hole, making her tits swing wildly
beneath her chest. With a final, forceful thrust he buried himself in her
and came with an impassioned groan. The muscles in his buttocks flexed with
every spurt he sent deep into her bowels.

You were stroking my hair gently now and I looked up to see you smiling at
me. I crawled up on the chair with you and you leaned in to kiss my gently.

"Nice," you whispered tenderly, "I can smell my pussy on your breath."

I giggled and you smiled, brushing back the hair that stuck to my
sweat-and-sex covered face.

"Think you are ready to try a little of what Sheila was getting?"

I could tell you were serious, but your toned changed when you saw the
shocked (and maybe even a little frightened) look on my face.

"No, no, I'm just kidding. I know that's not your thing," it almost seemed
as if there were an unspoken "yet" at the end of that. But I wasn't going to
argue that point with you then. "But I'll bet that hungry little twat of
yours is ready to get fucked again." The honey in your voice made the coarse
language sound like a polite invitation, and the content truly appealed to
me.

"Yeah," I giggled, "but it might take these guys a few minute to recuperate
first. Maybe you could, uh, help me out a little."

"That's just what I was thinking," you told me with a wicked gleam in your
eye. "Hop down on the floor there, we'll give these guys a show that'll perk
them right up."

I hurried down on to the floor, sprawling out on my back with my legs
slightly parted and my knees bent. I couldn't wait to feel your warm tongue
against my tenderest flesh. You stood and looked down at me wordlessly for a
moment.

"Just one moment, baby," you told me. "I just need to grab my bag over here.
And if we're going to be the floorshow, we might as well memorialize it.
Marty?"

"I'll be right back," he assured her with a grin, darting out the door.

You casually walked across the room and retrieved the small black gym bag
you had brought in from your car. You unzipped the bag and pulled out
something that looked like a black leather harness. The largest leather
section had what looked like a small white vibrator, about 4 inches long,
below a 1-inch diameter chrome hemisphere. Glancing around, I could tell we
had attracted an audience. Three expectant faces watched as you stepped into
the harness, pulling it up your hips, and then eased the small vibrator into
your silky slit.

"What's the silver ball for?" I heard Mike quietly ask Sheila.

"That vibrates, too," she answered, "it rides against her clit."

Marty returned with his video camera and tripod and got started setting it
up a few feet from where I was lying.

"Are you all ready for a display of what sixteen hours a week in the gym can
do for your stamina?" you asked everyone. "Cynthia, that's just not going to
work," the sweetness had left your voice. "Roll over and get that sweet ass
of yours in the air."

A little confused, I turned over and got on my hands and knees, arching my
back to raise my butt in the air a little.

"I said to get your ass in the air!" you said with some annoyance. I tried
to raise my rear end higher, and you pushed down on my shoulders. "That's a
little better. Get your face down. You can do better than that. Mike, toss
me that pillow beside you. Marty, you ready?""

"Tape's rolling," he told you.

You caught the small pillow and slipped in under my head. I rested on it,
taking some of the weight off of my elbows.

 "Getting better. Sheila, do you mind handing me one of your stockings?
They're right there in that pile of clothes. This ought to do the trick.
Give me your wrist." You took my right wrist in your hand and twisted it
behind my back. "Now the other." I nervously brought my other hand behind my
back and you quickly took it and used Sheila's stocking to lash my wrists
together.

"Eve, I..." I started to say, but it came out a little muffled with my face
mashed into the pillow, and you cut me off anyway.
 "Pull your knees in closer to your chest." From behind me you pushed on my
feet, to emphasize your point. "That's what I like to see." You started
running your fingers up and down along my sensitive lower lips. "Still nice
an wet, fantastic. Damn, two fingers just slip right in don't they." I could
only moan a response. I was disappointed when you quickly pulled your
fingers back out. You set your bag by my head and reached inside.

"I'll bet that cute little cunt can take a pretty good sized cock, think I'd
better get the big guns."

"Oh Eve, I don't think I can..." I started in alarm when I saw what you
pulled out of the bag. The plastic black phallus was bigger than any of the
ones I'd seen in the adult store Sheila had taken me to earlier. It looked
about ten or eleven inches long, and maybe two and half or three inches in
diameter, with rows of small knobby protrusions spiraling down its length.

"Oh, I think you won't have any problems," you interrupted me with a
sardonic smile. The huge dildo had a device on the bottom that you used to
securely fasten it to the front of your harness. In another situation I may
have laughed at the image you made of a slim, incredibly well hung woman
with a nice set of tits. But under the circumstances, I was more that a
little bit concerned.

"It's so big, Eve, I don't know..."

"Cynthia!" you said sharply, "Am I going to have to shove your panties in
your mouth? Oh wait, your weren't wearing any. Well, I'm sure I can find a
pair around here that will do the trick."

I could tell you were serious and I quickly cut short stating my misgivings.
You positioned yourself behind me and I felt the end of the fake cock
rubbing up and down along my pussy.

"Do you want the K-Y?" Sheila asked.

"No, I think this nasty little cunt is wet enough. I just need to turn
things on on my end." I heard a buzz from toys inside your harness. "Mmm,
now I think we're ready to go."

With both hands on my hips you pushed forward. Oh god, I can still feel how
that monster stretched my pussy wide open. With just the first inch or so of
it in me you started rotating your hips in circles, working it around my
entrance. I bit into the pillow, moaning loudly. I'd be lying to say that it
didn't hurt, but looking back I have to admit it was also transmitting a new
kind of pleasure.

You started pushing it in again, working your hips in shallow thrusts,
urging the huge invader deeper and deeper. The way I was stretched out, I
could feel every inch of it to the utmost, the rows of knobs along the shaft
gave me the most thrilling torment.

It must have taken you five minutes of effort to do what I thought was
impossible. I could just groan in excruciating ecstasy when the leather
harness at the base of the huge fake cock pressed against my distended pussy
lips. Ever so slowly, you pulled it back out, leaving my cunt feeling
unbelievably vacant. I felt relieved, but still hungry for more when the end
of the dildo finally left my surely gaping sex-hole. Only a moment passed
before you went forward again, steadily pushing it back in. The intense
sensations overwhelmed me and I came just as you buried it in me. The orgasm
rushed through my body and I know I screamed as my body trembled.

"God Damn!" you said with enthusiasm. "What a horny little slut! Now that
we're warmed up, it's time for the workout!"

The massive invader once again withdrew, leaving my aching pussy feeling
cavernous and empty. This time it did not return slowly and steadily, rather
it rammed in forcefully to the hilt and then withdrew, only to return again
and again.

"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck Oh fuck!" I groaned into the pillow as you maintained
a steady assault against my cunt. I could barely make out your deep,
measured breaths over my own frantic gasps. I lost any grasp of time. I know
it wasn't long before I came again, and I was starting to feel exhausted,
despite the fact that I was mostly a passive participant, but I was keenly
aware that I didn't have any choice in the matter. It began to seem as if my
whole world revolved around just one point in my body and the immense
phallus hammering endlessly into it. I know I came again and more times
after that, but I couldn't tell you how many.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when you pulled your big pseudo-cock
from me for the last time. An eternity of pleasure and pain and sweat. I was
sore all over. Mostly in my pussy, of course, but also the rest of my body.
My arms stretched and bound behind my back ached, my knees were surely
rugburnt and my neck and back were already sore from the extended position
they had been in.

"Damn," you exclaimed, sounding greatly less winded than myself, "That was a
good thirty minute set. How 'bout you my pretty little slut, did you get a
good workout, too?"

"Ooh, yeah...hard...workout," was about all I could manage to croak out.

"Well, I had to do the real work, I don't think you could be too tired.  At
least I hope not. I see three hard cocks in desperate need of relief."

"I don't think..." I tried to object, but it came out weakly and you didn't
seem to hear me anyway.

"Sheila, looks like you've got a cock in each hand, as usual. If you think
you can handle that for a while longer..."

"No problem at all," I heard Sheila coo.

"Then I'll give Marty a break playing Steven Spielberg. Must be hard to
point that camera with one hand and jerk yourself with the other anyway,"
you laughed.

"I manage," he replied jokingly. "But I will take you upon that offer."

With my face buried in the sweat-soaked pillow, I couldn't really see what
was going on, but in a moment I felt Marty's strong familiar hands on my
hips. He buried himself quite easily into my stretched cunt with a single
thrust. When I'd heard you suggest that I was going to continue being
fucked, I couldn't possibly believe I could stand any more, but I found
Marty's cock most welcome. It didn't fill me nearly as much as the huge
dildo had, but he still felt wonderful. The warmth of a real cock had my
juices flowing again, despite what I may have believed possible.

"Wow!" Marty said as he repeatedly thrust into me, "She's so wet still, it's
unbelievable."

"Go on Marty, you can give it to her harder than that," you coaxed him.
"You're not in that bad shape for an old geezer, and I got her good and
loosened up for you."

"I'll show you geezer," he retorted playfully. Rising to her challenge, he
banged away fiercely. I was letting out high pitched "oh's" at every thrust
and the rest of the group became more vocal cheering him on.

"Way to go Marty, give it to her!"

"Pound that little pussy!"
 "Faster! Faster! Man you've got her screaming now!"

Having already shot one load down my throat earlier, his stamina for the
second round was greatly enhanced. I felt myself on the verge of yet another
orgasm when his fingers dug more tightly into my hips. Grunting, he came
deep inside me. He finished with three or four powerful thrusts, leaving me
right on the edge.

He pulled out and I heard you moving in close behind me.

"Time for your close-up," you said. "Hold still there. Mmm, look at those
swollen pussy lips. That's a well used cunt." Your finger flicked a couple
of times against my raw clit, making me moan. "And it's still hungry for
more. Any takers?"

A pair of familiar feet moved in front of me, then hands reached under my
armpits and lifted me up to look at the face of my husband.

"How you doing, sweetheart," he asked me softly.

"I'm OK," I managed, then I could hardly believe it was me saying the next
words. "I need to cum again, Mikey."

A broad smile filled his face and he sat back on the sofa, pulling me on top
of him.

"My hands," I started to say, hoping to get a little relief for my aching
wrist and shoulders.

"Your ok like that, baby," you said while Mike pulled my knees up onto the
couch. I settled down effortlessly onto his cock, his thick shaft that had
filled me so well before came just a bit short after the stretching my poor
pussy had just endured. I was ready to just rest for a moment, impaled on my
husband's cock, when another pair of hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up,
almost off of him.

"I think that pussy could just about be rated as a double occupancy,"
Scott's voice was right behind me. I didn't quite grasp what he meant, but
it became crystal clear in a second. I felt his cock pushing against my
cunt, right alongside Mike's. Mike pulled the rest of the way out and then
they both pressed up into me together. Both cocks entered me. Even after
that frightening dildo, these two thick cocks were a tight fit. I was
panting and screaming, both in pain and pleasure as they both pulled down on
hips, forcing their way into my cunt. Once I was fully impaled, Mike took
control of my hips, pumping them up and down on their cocks while Scott
reached around and tightly gripped my little tits in his hands. That was all
I needed to send me off into orbit again. I came screaming, the wonderful
fire in my tits matching the fire between my legs.

"Fantastic!" you exclaimed, moving with the camera in hand from between our
legs and panning along side my writhing body sandwiched between the two men.
"Those teeny tiny titties have been left out far too long."

"Not any more," Scott assured her, holding my nipples tightly in his
fingers, tugging them away from my chest every time their two cocks shoved
into me, which was at an ever-quickening pace.

"How do those two big, hard cocks feel inside of your little pussy, baby?"
you ask me, from behind the camera.

"Feels...fucking...great..." I managed, panting. "Oh fuck...I'm
cumming...again...oh fucking god!" I could hardly believe it myself, but the
undeniable feeling took me over once again, filling my body until I thought
I would explode in pure ecstasy.

My orgasm triggered a similar reaction in Scott, and just a few moments
after I came, he started pumping harder and harder, throwing off the rhythm
he had going with Mike. Mike gave up trying to match him and just held still
fully impaling my pussy while Scott quickly finished, adding his semen to
Marty's deep inside me.

He stepped back leaving me alone on top of my husband. I leaned back,
finally able to arch my back and stretch a bit.

"Come on Cynthia," you said standing behind the couch, shooting over Mike's
shoulder. "Show us what a good wife you are. You're not too tired to get
your husband off, are you? Let's see you ride that cock."

I was truly feeling exhausted, but still horny, too. I lifted my ass a bit
experimentally, then dropped back down onto Mike's rock hard shaft. "I can
do this." I thought to myself. I lifted up again and he reached up to cup my
breasts, engulfing them in his hands. I still hadn't caught my breath yet,
but somehow I managed to start fucking him. I was really starting to wish I
could use my hands to hold on to something. I've never before been so glad
that Mike came quickly. It only took a couple of minutes, but I don't think
I had much more in me. He came and I fell against his chest.

I was ready to curl up in bed and sleep 'til noon at that point, but you had
other things in mind. I only got a couple of minutes of rest while you
handed the camera back to Marty and, I was happy to see, removed your
harness. You sat down next to Mike and sweetly asked if you could borrow me
for a little while. With my hands still bound behind my back, you gently
took my shoulders and pulled me toward you. Mike helped me sidestep my legs
over so that I straddled you.

You caressed my face and kissed me lightly on the lips. Your hands drifted
lower and your fingertips ran lightly along my nipples. "Those boys were a
little rough on these tender little titties, weren't they? Does that feel
nice? Yeah it does, your nipples are nice and hard aren't they? Like two
little gumballs. Here, I'd like you to see how sensitive my nipples are."
You gently pushed my down a bit so that my head rested on your wonderful
chest.  Your breasts were everything I'd thought, smooth and firm, topped
with full, dark nipples. Like a baby, I instinctively sucked one into my
mouth, feeling it stiffen and stretch.

"Mmm, that feels good," you said softly, "Now the other one."

I noticed Marty, camera in hand, quietly filming me from just a few feet
away as I moved to your other breast, finding it as wonderfully responsive
as the first. The thought crossed my mind that I could stay peacefully
suckling like this forever. However, a gentle nudge against my pussy told me
that wasn't to be. Taking my mouth from your breast for just a moment, I
looked over my shoulder and saw Sheila behind me. She had donned your
harness and was guiding the big dildo once again to my aching crotch.

"I don't think I can..." I started, but you turned my head back to your
breast.

"Sure you can," you told me. I felt the big toy entering me. Despite the
constant barrage it had endured, my cunt still felt stretched as it engulfed
the rubber cock. "Doesn't that feel nice? You want it again, don't you,
baby?"

One part of me wanted nothing than for the night to just be over, but the
more base, carnal part of me answered.
 "Yes. Oh it's stretching me again...I just don't think my pussy can take
it."

"It doesn't look like your pussy is having to much trouble from back here,"
Sheila told me. "And I got it greased up real good with the K-Y for you,
too. Just suck those lovely titties in front of you and enjoy."

Since I didn't really seem to have much choice, anyway, it sounded like a
good idea. I locked my mouth back onto one of your breasts as Sheila buried
the strap-on cock into me. She fucked me in full, strong strokes, not as
vigorously as you had, but still steadily. Your hands slipped under my chest
and tugged on my tender nips. With this magnificent treatment, it wasn't
long before I felt an orgasm building.  Even now, I couldn't say how many
that was for the night. It seemed like the last hour or two (I still really
don't know the timeframe) was nothing but a cycle of arousal and orgasm,
with all-too-few moments of rest. I sucked harder on your nipples as the
sensations built up in my body. I'm sure you and Sheila both could sense my
climax building. She thrust harder into me and you pinched and pulled harder
on my nipples. My orgasm surged through my body and as every muscle tensed
it was all I could do not to bite down on your nipple.

"Whoa! That mouth can really work when you cum!" you said, responding to the
intense suction I was involuntarily putting on you breast. "Let's get that
to work where it'll really feel good.  Pull her hips back, Sheila. I want
her face in my twat. You do want to eat my pussy again, don't you baby."

I managed to make some kind of noise in assent as Sheila rammed the dildo in
to the hilt and lifted my thighs, bring them between your legs. She took me
by the waist and backed up, pulling me with her. I slid down your body until
my face rested against your cunt and my knees were on the floor. I opened my
mouth to taste your sweet juices as Sheila started screwing me again. Every
thrust pushed my mouth harder against you. I sucked your lower lips, pushing
my tongue in between until you started to moan in pleasure. I was starting
to feel my own pleasure build again, too. I went for your clit.

"Oh Yeah Baby!" you cried as I drew it into my mouth. Your hands gripped my
head and your wrapped one leg around me, I could feel your foot against my
back.

"Give it to her harder, Sheila!" you ordered, desperately. "She sucks so
good when you slam it into her. Make her cum again, pound her till she cums
again!"

Sheila was breathing harder as she followed your instructions. That big
dildo was pumping harder into me and I did indeed feel another orgasm
coming, almost as if the last had never ended, just subsided for a moment.
It built a little slower this time, filling my body with ecstasy as I worked
harder on your cunt. You came first, by just a few moments. Your thighs
squeezed against my head, and I would have noticed that I was struggling for
breath except for the fact that my own orgasm ripped through my body,
sending me into spasms of pure bliss.

Sheila pulled out of me as I finally started to cum down from my sexual
high.
 "Oh boy," she panted, "I don't have your stamina, Eve."

"Just...a minute," you replied, also working to catch your breath. "I'll be
ready...for my second set."

Your words took a moment to sink in, and I wanted desperately to believe you
were joking.

Scott knelt beside me and lifted me back off of you so that you could get
up. Then he sat in your place and dropped my head to his lap. From watching
the all-girl show we had been putting on, he had fully regained his erection
and lifting my head by the hair he didn't give me much choice but to start
sucking him. I could still taste my own sex juices on him as I weakly took
him into my mouth. I remember feeling embarrassed that I was too exhausted
to give him my best blowjob. It didn't take long for you to take the
strap-on harness from Sheila and put it on. It hardly seemed like any time
had passed before, for the third time, the huge black dildo was pushing
against my aching cunt.

"Jesus!" you exclaimed as you pushed it into me, "I would have thought you
would be loosened up pretty good by now. This thing is going in as tight as
the first time!"

I was hardly aware of the cock in my mouth, I sucked on purely by reflex.
The sensations between my legs seemed greater than ever before as you fucked
me even harder than you had the first time.  With each thrust I was slammed
forward, forcing Scott's cock against the back of my throat. He leaned
forward so that his hands could find my breasts, and when he did he showed
no mercy. He alternated between roughly squeezing them fully in his hands
and concentrating on my nipples, clenching them in his fingers and twisting
them. Every nerve in my body was already hypersensitive, and the pounding
between my legs and the harsh stimulation to my breasts brought me to new
heights of sexual frenzy. I felt what I can only describe as a major-league
orgasm build, and then finally course through my body. Time seemed to freeze
as every nerve in my body exploded in feeling. The moment seemed to stretch
on endlessly, and in truth I can't recall an end. Only blackness. Between
the alcohol, the physical exhaustion and the repeating sexual peaks, my body
hit its limit. I'm sure I passed out. I hazily recall coming in and out of
awareness. I recall being aware of a larger cock (probably Mike's)
inexplicably pumping my mouth, but I don't remember Scott cumming, or the
two of them changing places. And constantly there was the sensation between
my legs. The agonizing pleasure as my pussy was stretched and filled, over
and over again.

I don't know if you really fucked me for another half-hour, but I believe
you did. I just remember finally becoming conscious again in your arms. We
were alone in one of the bedrooms, our naked bodies curled together. I could
smell the mix of sweat and sex coming off of both out bodies. Noticing that
I was awake you continued to gently caress my body, occasionally kissing me
tenderly on the lips.  We lay like that, lazily touching and kissing and
quietly talking for quite a long time. Finally Mike came in, wrapped me in a
blanket and carried me to the car. I fell asleep again in the car, and
didn't wake again until this morning.

# # #



 Wow. I'd been so engrossed by Cynthia's words, I hadn't even noticed any
grammatical errors I was supposed to be looking for.  I was also sporting a
tremendous hard-on. I quickly saved the file and sent it via email to Marty
and Sheila. I was sure they would be interested in how much she's enjoyed
the event.

Her reaction had been a topic of discussion as we had watched the video. Of
course, we had played it that night. I'd carried her upstairs into one of
the guest rooms and then hurried back down to find that Marty already had it
cued up. I could still hardly believe that Eve had kept screwing her with
the strap-on for twenty minutes after she had passed out. But not more
astounded that when I switched places with Scott. Even unconscious, her
mouth had still reflexively sucked on my cock as soon as it was against her
lips. Even before I left for work this morning, as she was still sleeping, I
pushed my finger against her lips. Her mouth had parted slightly and I slid
it in, feeling her impulsively suck. If I hadn't been in a hurry, I probably
would have dropped my pants right there and really put these newfound
instincts to the test. Instead, I had to head to the office, marveling at
what a wonderful slut my wife had become.

As exciting as her new persona was, there were still a few more hurdles to
get over before she would truly be the type of wanton slut Marty and Sheila
assured me she would become. With this thought on my mind I headed to the
bedroom, anxious to see just how wildly my wife could perform after the
incredibly intense events that had ended only sixteen hours before.

I was not disappointed.



# # #

End of Chapter 6



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