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This story is an original work of fiction. It in no way resembles any
persons living or deceased. It is purely a work of fantasy and is
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Feel free to distribute this work freely, provided it remains unchanged,
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 This is the beginning of what I hope will be an extended project. I would
love to hear what you all think. Any feedback, suggestions or criticisms are
all welcome and greatly encouraged. Please, tell me what you think.
 Rumrunner
 rumrunner2001@my-deja.com

Cynthia's Progress,
Chapter 1

 "Sounds like we're on!" I called out to my wife Cynthia.
 "What's that?" she asked, coming in to the den.  She was already in her
"comfy clothes" for the evening, wearing just a long t-shirt and her
panties.
 "I just got an email from them," I told her, knowing that she would know
exactly who "them" was. "We are going to meet them on Saturday for coffee."
 "Wow," she said quietly. "It's really going to happen. Guess I'm a little
bit nervous."
 "There's no need to be nervous. Remember this is just a casual meeting; if
we don't like them, or if we just flat-out change our minds about the whole
thing, nothings set in stone." I hoped that I sounded reassuring. I knew
that Cynthia was a little nervous about this new direction our sex life was
about to take and I wanted to keep her as relaxed and into it as possible,
because it is something I'd really wanted for a long time. You see, we just
made arrangements to meet a couple to introduce us to swinging.
 Our sex life is not boring, but I have always wanted to be involved in
something a little wilder. Cynthia is a little more reserved sexually, so I
nurtured the idea with her slowly, first dropping hints, working it so that
it sounded like it was "our" idea, not just mine.  I'd been very patient, it
had been a little over two years now since I first began this process, until
this day when we got the email confirming the time and date of our first
casual meeting with a couple, to see if we would click.
 "Did they send the picture?" Cynthia asked, moving behind me and looking
over my shoulder. Her, long curly hair brushed against my cheek, smelling a
bit like strawberries.
 "Looks like two, actually," I told her. "I haven't looked yet, thought we
would take a look-see together. And they gave us their first names, too."
 This made the exchanges complete.  The last email I had sent them had our
first names as well as picture.  We had agreed to exchange
revealing-but-clean pics, since we were really all still strangers, despite
exchanging several emails.  Cynthia and I had sent them a picture that had
been taken a few months ago during our vacation in Cabo. I was sitting in a
deck chair by the pool and Cynthia was leaning over giving me a kiss on the
cheek. It was really the sexiest picture I had ever seen of my wife, she is
wearing a small red bikini and standing in profile.  It really showed off
her legs and angle flattered her A-cup chest as much as possible.  Above all
the photo really showed off her great butt. Cynthia is a rather petite girl,
5'1", I guess around 100 pounds, but despite her tiny frame she has a
terrific round ass.  She always complains that it is too big, but every guy
I've ever met would agree she's got the bet back-end you could ask for! I
was sure this couple -- Marty and Sheila I now knew - would love her, unless
they were major breast enthusiasts.
 "Let's see them," she urged me. Was I just being hopeful, or was that
genuine eagerness?
 "His name is Marty," I told her, clicking on the attachment marty.jpg. He
was a fit, distinguished looking guy with grayish hair, about my height (5'
10"). He was in a nicely furnished bedroom, sitting up on the bed with his
legs stretched out, wearing a pair of black silk boxers. I he looked a bit
younger than the fifty years old I knew he was.  They are quite a bit older
than Cynthia and I.  He is fifty and Sheila is 48, whereas I am 30 and
Cynthia is just 25. When we were looking for a couple for our first
experience, we were looking for someone experienced in the swinging
lifestyle, but not for a big group gathering (Cynthia's preference of
course, I knew she would never go for something like that right off the
bat). Marty and Sheila were perfect for us.  They had been swinging for
nearly 25 years on and off, they'd told us, usually establishing a
relationship with one or two other couples, but they had not had been active
with anyone else for about a year and a half.
 "He's a pretty good looking guy," I commented. "What do you think?"
 "Do you mean do I think I could screw him?" she asked me jokingly. "He's
certainly attractive ...  Let's take a look at the wife."
 I opened sheila.jpg.  "This must me Sheila," I told her, stating the
obvious.  She was very attractive, much younger looking than I ever would
have guessed. She was sitting on the edge of the same bed Marty had been,
wearing a lacy black panty and bra set. Her nice looking legs were crossed
and she was leaning forward slightly, revealing a generous display of
cleavage and smiling a devilish smile. She had straight, shoulder length
black hair that sort of curved and framed her face. Overall, a very sexy
image.
 "Wow!" Cynthia said.  "I'm sure you don't have any complaints."
 I certainly didn't, but I did not want to come off as too enthusiastic,
jealousy at this point would cause a lot of problem.
"I've got to say, she is attractive," I offered, "for someone nearly fifty
years old."
 "I would never have guessed over thirty-five."
 "They both could easily pass for much younger than they are, I am looking
forward to meeting them and seeing if they both look that good in person."
Keeping the referenced to "them", not "her", but I didn't think she was
getting jealous.  And besides, I was as anxious to watch her with another
man as I was to be with another woman myself.  Not to mention seeing Cynthia
with another woman.  I was glad to see that she thought Sheila was
attractive. I had traded a few emails with Marty and Sheila that Cynthia
didn't know about.  I knew that Sheila was also into women. I had told them
that I would love to see my wife with a woman, but she had never shown any
interest before. We had all agreed not to say anything at first and kind of
ease her in to the idea.
 "Bet you're anxious to get your hands on those big boobs of hers," Cynthia
teased. "I'm guessing about a C-cup, what do you think?"
 She was right, they looked very inviting, and I had made the same
assessment about the size, but didn't want to seem too gung-ho about them.
"Your probably about right," I said offhand. "But these will always be my
favorites," I told her playfully, turning and sliding my hands under her
t-shirt to cup her braless tits.
 "They'd better be!" she said, laughing.
 I pulled her onto my lap and started to kiss her. Her tongue
enthusiastically found its way into my mouth and I slid one hand back up her
shirt. Our tongues twirled around each other as I squeezed her left breast,
engulfing the entire tit in my hand. I could feel her nipple stiffened
against the palm of my hand and I moved my fingers to gently tug and twist
on it. Cynthia moaned her approval as she kissed me even deeper.
 I moved my hand over to her other breast and found that her right nipple
was already hard as rock. I gave it a firm tweak before I moved my hands to
pull her shirt up.
 She broke off our kiss and raised her hands over her head so that I could
slip the shirt off.  I tossed it to the side as our kissing resumed. I slid
one hand up to massage her breasts, firmly cupping one in my hand, squeezing
it then teasing the nipple, then I did the same to the other.  She started
to massage my chest, working her hand into my shirt and kneading my pectoral
muscles, sliding her fingers along my chest hair.
 I ran my other hand along her smooth, bare thigh. Back and forth getting it
higher all the time.  I was teasing her, never quite bringing my fingers up
to her panties. She was squirming in my lap, slightly rolling her hips
toward my hand.
 I started to kiss her neck, and then down her chest.
 She had her hand on my head, her fingers in my hair, pushing me lower and I
didn't argue. I sucked one of her sensitive nipples into my mouth while I
pinched the other with my fingers. She started to let out a low moan and I
sucked harder.
 I finally let my hand on her thigh slide all the way up, pressing against
her crotch.  She pushed back against me as I started rubbing her cunt
through the thin cotton material. I tugged it to the side, just enough to
let two of my fingers press against the bare entrance to her cunt. She was
starting to get wet, and the two fingers slid slowly inside her. I pumped
them in and out of her a few times, still suckling her breasts, before I
took hold of her panties by the crotch section and started pulling them off
her hips. She reached down and helped, finishing the job herself and tossing
them in the general direction her t-shirt had flown.
I took a purposefully long, leering gaze across the beautiful, naked body of
my petite wife in my lap. It has always turned her on to be undressed while
I am fully clothed, a fantasy I have to confess that I don't mind at all.
Looking her in the eyes and smiling, I slid my hand along her thigh and
cupped my hand over her pussy, firmly rubbing in circles.
"Pick a number between one and four,"
"Mmmm, three," she answered softly.
I gradually pushed three fingers into her. Barely at first, only up to the
first knuckle. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as I started
thrusting in and out, getting deeper and deeper.  In a couple of minutes I
could bury my fingers to the hilt with each stroke. She was getting
incredibly hot, grinding her hips against my hand. Every third or fourth
stroke I would stop with my fingers deep insider her and rub her clit with
my thumb for a few seconds.
I started squeezing her breasts with my free hand, harder than before. As
she gets more turned on, I can be a little rougher.  I pinched one of her
nipples tightly in my fingers, pulling out from her chest. I know she will
complain about her breasts being sore later, but now a low "oooh yes." came
from her lips.
I could feel my cock, achingly hard against her thighs and started to feel a
little neglected. I took my hand from between her legs and guided her hand
to my crotch. She didn't take any more coaxing to get the hint and started
stroking me through my pants. I pulled my zipper down and she deftly slid my
stiff member out in the open. As she jacked me off I pulled her closer to
me.
"Are you ready to get fucked?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," she panted quietly.
"I think I missed that," I teased, sliding my finger back and forth along
her wet slit.
She squeezed my cock a little harder as she pumped and looked me in the eye,
smiling. "I wanna get fucked.Now!" she said in no uncertain terms.
I readjusted her, swinging one leg over me so that she straddled me. She
unbuttoned my pants, and pushes them about halfway down my thighs before
raising herself up and onto my cock.
Pure heaven is the only way to describe the way it feels when her slippery
wet puss slides over my cock. She started slowly screwing me, gliding up and
down the entire length of my shaft while her tits were in prime position for
my enjoyment. As I squeezed them in both hands, she fucked me faster,
panting and moaning. I dropped one hand to her clit, rubbing it while she
worked herself on my tool.
"Oh shit!" she moaned, breathing harder as she went faster and faster, "I'
m.I'm.gonna cum.nnnnow!"
I took her nipples in each hand, pinching and twisting hard, pulling her
little tits away from her chest. She impaled herself on me and stopped
there.  I could feel her vaginal muscles spasming around my cock as she
came. Finally, her breathing slowed and she pulled herself close to me.
"Very, very nice," she whispered in my ear, pausing to tickle my earlobe.
"Shall I get moving again?"
"Turn around," I told her.
She smiled and lifted herself off my cock and turned, straddling me again
but facing away.  Once again, she lowered herself onto my cock and started
pumping up and down. I put my hands on her wonderful ass, squeezing the full
cheeks as she bounced them on my thighs. I put my hand on her back and
gently pushed her forward. She took my hint and leaned forward as far as she
could. Bent over, her ass looked even more divine as she fucked herself on
my cock. I started to rise up from the chair, shoving it behind me eased
Cynthia to the floor, never uncoupling from her. She was down on her knees,
arching her back and stretching her arms over her head, her face against the
carpet. Kneeling behind her, I grabbed hold of her hips and started giving
her a nice hard doggy style fuck.
Looking down at her beautiful, round ass, I watched my cock, shiny with all
of her juices, pounding effortlessly in and out of her cunt. A mere inch
away, her puckered asshole beckoned to me, "hands-off" territory so far. As
she loosened up more and more sexually, I hoped to cross that boundary, too.
I imagined my cock sliding in and out of that tight, unconquered hole and
started giving it to her faster.
Just then the light of the computer monitor caught my eye and I looked to
see the picture of Sheila staring back at me.  I stared into those sexy,
digitized eyes while I screwed my wife, hearing her grunt and moan at every
thrust.  My grip on her hips tightened as I gazed at Sheila's full tits. I
imagined kneading them as they overflowed my hands.sucking on her nipples.
I couldn't hold back any longer, as I plunged faster and faster into Cynthia
and I exploded into orgasm, shooting deep inside her, the whole time staring
at Sheila's picture.

End of chapter 1
Chapter 2 coming soon

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