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Cynthia's Progress,
Chapter 2

 The meeting at the coffee shop had gone well. We had hit it off and in no
time at all were talking like we had known one another for years, rather
than half an hour.  Marty invited us to come out to their place that
Saturday, and Cynthia surprised me by accepting on the spot. He gave us
directions and said to be there around eight.

 I pulled the car to a stop in the driveway.
 "Nervous?" I asked my wife with what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
 "A little.  Quite a house they've got here, isn't it?"
 "A helluva lot more than I expected, that's for sure. Marty must do pretty
well for himself."
 We were obviously just making conversation, killing a little time, although
it really was a nice house.  Gated entry, nice high fence around a big yard.
The house itself was 2 stories, and quite impressive.
 "It's not too late to back out now," I offered. "We can just turn the car
around and go home."
 "No way," she countered.  I knew if I hinted she was chickening out she
would show her stubborn streak. "I'm looking forward to tonight, just a
little jittery right now."
 We got out of the car and headed for the front door.  Marty and Sheila
hadn't said anything about what we should wear so we went nice-but-casual.
I'd put on some tan Dockers and a white polo shirt. Cynthia looked fantastic
in a little black cocktail dress. She had her long, curly blonde hair down
and back, the way I always like it.  The dress came about mid thigh with a
4-inch slit on either side showing the tops of her thigh-high nylons. It
really showed off her great legs, accentuated as they were with her 3-inch
heels. The dress had spaghetti straps and was low enough in the front that
when she wore one of her Miracle bras, it showed a fair amount of cleavage.
Tonight however, she'd gone braless. Although it took away the cleavage, I
thought the effect was better; her breasts bounced slightly with every step
and the outline of her nipples was easily discernable if a slight chill
caught her.
 We stepped up to the front door and I stopped her as she reached for the
doorbell. Smiling, I pulled her close and kissed her while giving her ass
cheek a playful squeeze.
 "For luck," I chuckled, and then rang the bell.

 Marty opened the door, smiling. He was dressed much like myself, in slacks
and a dark blue polo shirt, but I could tell they probably cost three times
as much as mine had.
 "Hi there, Mike, Cynthia," he said in his deep, friendly bass voice.
"Perfect timing, we were just pouring some cocktails in the den." He gave me
a firm handshake, then took Cynthia's hand and kissed it gently. "You look
absolutely lovely."
She actually giggled over this; both the complement and the gesture, making
Marty smile even wider. "Come on in. Sheila's been anxious to see you both
again."
He led us through the house, towards the back. Cynthia and I couldn't help
but stare a bit as we walked through the expensively decorated rooms. Marty
noticed us lagging behind him and said.  "Quite a place, isn't it? I can't
take any credit. Sheila does all the decorating.  After we have a drink we
can give you the full tour."
We walked into the den and I was quite pleased to see Sheila was dressed
even more "casual" than the rest of us.  She had on a white, full-length
silk robe, which hung open, revealing a lacy white baby-doll teddy
underneath.  She was standing by the bar on her four-inch heels stirring a
tray of drinks.  The bar was a gorgeous, full size model that looked like it
came out of a five start hotel, with brass everywhere and a huge, full
length mirror behind.  Sheila hurried over from the bar to greet us.  She
gave Cynthia a hug and told her she looked terrific. Cynthia returned the
compliment, winking at me so that Sheila wouldn't see.
"Hey there handsome," she said turning to me. I went to take her hand, as
Marty had done with Cynthia, but she playfully slapped it away.  "Don't you
dare start picking up that old coot's affectations!" She told me, then
wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for an affectionate hug. I could
feel her breasts up against my chest, already causing a slight stir in my
pants.
"I've made some drinks," she said, breaking the too brief embrace.
"Considering the warm weather we've been having, I figured something
tropical was appropriate - Mai Tais!" She handed Cynthia and I each a tall
hurricane glass filled with the fruity drink, then she and Marty took their
own and we all sat down on a large, white sectional sofa. The two pieces of
the couch were placed against each other at a right angle so that we only
had to turn slightly to be facing one another.
We chatted for a while about everyday things, everything but why we were all
there. I kept catching myself staring at Sheila, sitting across from me.  My
eyes traced her crossed legs from her high-heeled shoes, up along her
calves, across her silky thighs...and her breasts, with large, dark aureole
faintly visible through the white negligee - they bounced wonderfully on her
chest every time she laughed. She caught me staring several times. Whenever
she did, she would lock her eyes on mine, smiling seductively, and then make
some casual, sexy move, like uncrossing and recrossing her legs, or moving
her arms just a bit so her robe would open up a little more.
After half an hour or so, we had finished our drinks. Marty was sitting
closer to Cynthia, his fingertips absently brushing back and forth on her
thigh just above her knee. I could tell the alcohol was starting to get to
her a bit; she is not much of a drinker. She was a little flushed in the
face and would giggle like a ditzy cheerleader whenever Marty said anything
even remotely humorous.
"Another round?" Sheila asked.
"Sure," I answered.
"Actually, I'd kind of like that tour of this beautiful house Marty promised
us," Cynthia said.
"I would love to give you a personal, guided tour, if these two would rather
stay for another cocktail," Marty told her standing and offering his arm.
Cynthia took his arm, wobbling just a bit as she stood, and then they headed
out the door.
Sheila stood up and slid her robe off, then came over and sat next to me,
wrapping her arm around my neck.
"You know, I really didn't want another drink, how about you?"
"Well," I started, "not really, I..." but she cut me off with a kiss,
pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.  I kissed her back, brazenly putting
my hand on her thigh. She instantly uncrossed her legs and took my hand in
hers, placing it squarely on her crotch. Rubbing her pussy through her
sheer, silk panties I could feel that she was already wet, very wet
actually. Her hand moved to my rapidly swelling cock, rubbing it through my
pants until it was felt like it was going to split the seams, then unzipped
my fly and reached her hand in to fish out my cock.
"Nice," she whispered huskily, breaking our kiss and looking down at my cock
in her hand.  "I think you're bigger than Marty, definitely thicker," she
told me, stroking me and smiling.  "Eight inches?"
"Right on the money," I told her, "You're a pretty good guesser."
"I'm kind of a connoisseur," she laughed, then moved closer to nibble on my
earlobe, still stroking my cock in her firm grip.
I moved my free hand up to her chest, finally grasping one of those soft
orbs that had been teasing me all evening.  I squeezed her tit in my hand
and it was indeed soft, not the small firm mound of my young wife, but a
beautifully full, heavy breast that inarguably stated: woman.  I kneaded it
in my left hand as my right slid her panties slightly to the side and
started to slide a finger in.  I was very surprised when just past the
entrance to her cunt my finger ran in to something that was not only solid,
but also steadily vibrating.
"Oops, guess you caught me," she laughed.  "I started a little before the
rest of you all."
"Fine by be," I said, wiggling the vibrator around inside her with my
fingertips.
I figured her pussy was already taken care of, so I moved my hand up to her
other breast. As I cupped her tits in my hands, she reached up and slid the
straps off her shoulders, letting me easily pull the negligee down baring
her breasts.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Wow," I offered, and I meant it.  Full, milky-white round globes capped by
dark, very large nipples, they sagged on her chest far less than I would
have imagined for a woman her age, or any age for that matter. I took them
in my hands, lifting them slightly and gently tugging on them, pulling her
toward me.  She could tell what I wanted and straddled me burying my face
against her chest. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it,
flicking it with my tongue. She rubbed her panty-clad crotch back and forth
against my exposed cock and as she press tightly I could feel the vibrations
from her toy.
She suddenly got off of me and started tugging at my pants. "These have got
to go," she said, and I wasn't about to argue, instead I kicked my shoes off
and lifted my butt so she could slide my pants off.   She knelt in front of
me and wrapped her lips around my cock. She started sliding her mouth down
my shaft when a light came on outside the curtains.
"Shit," she said. "That's our cue." She got up and grabbed my pants and her
robe, "Come on."
"What's going on," I asked, not too alarmed.
"That's the pool light," she answered. "It's Marty's signal that he is
almost done with the tour and he'll be back in here in a few minutes."
She was at the bar, opening a drawer and removing a key. "Hurry up," she
said playfully, "or we'll miss the opening act."
I followed her out into the hallway and around the corner and up a few
steps.  She approached a narrow door I had taken for a closet, unlocked it,
and ushered me in. The room we'd entered was fairly small and narrow, with a
large steel cabinet at one end, and a couch in the middle with an end table
on one side. It was facing a wall covered in a large curtain.
"Have a seat," she said, dropping our clothes she had carried in a pile,
quickly adding her nightie to it.  She sat next to me in nothing but her
panties and kissed me, then pulled my shirt off over my head.
"Might as well be comfortable," she said.
"You, too," I chided reaching for the waistband of her panties.
She stopped me, though. "I don't want to take these off quite yet, they help
keep the vibrator in."
Seemed like a perfectly good reason to me.
Sheila reached on the side of the end table and I heard a click, then the
curtain slowly slid open. Behind it was a window, looking into the den where
we had just been entertaining ourselves.  It took me a moment to orient
myself, then I realized we were behind the bar.  The huge, antique mirror
behind the bar was actually a two-way mirror.
"Should be any minute now," she said, her hand idly rubbing my thigh. "Here
they are!"
The door to the den opened, and Marty and Cynthia walked in.  They were both
smiling and talking. Although I couldn't hear them, they were quite
obviously enjoying themselves.
"Quite and interesting set-up you have here," I whispered to Sheila.
"Thanks," she answered, "but there's no need to whisper, the room is
completely soundproof.  Which reminds me."
She reached to the end table again, flipping another switch.
"...another drink?" Marty asked, his voice coming through a pair of speakers
in the corners of our room.
"Sounds good," Cynthia replied, sitting down on the sofa. Then she giggled
and added, "I should be careful, that last one kind of went to my head!"
"She's awfully tipsy," I said. "She's not much of drinker, but she's only
had the one.  I guess she must be a bit nervous."
"Actually," Sheila said, in a slightly guilty tone, "You told me at the
coffee shop that she was a little nervous about the whole 'swinging' idea,
so I helped her out a little. I put two shots of rum in the rest of the
drinks, but I gave your wife a third shot. And I used 151 for hers, so it
was more like six altogether."
"No wonder she can't stop giggling!" I laughed. Sheila still looked a little
guilty about the subterfuge, so I added, "That was probably a good idea, I
can tell she is getting pretty flirty without any problems."
I briefly thought that I ought to feel bad about Sheila tricking Cynthia
like that, but the thought passed quickly.  She had come along willing, even
a little anxious, knowing what was on the agenda. The alcohol would just
make it all go smoother.
We watched Marty quickly cut a couple of slices of lime, then fill two
generous shot glasses to the brim with tequila.
"Oh my God! Is that what I think it is?" laughed Cynthia as he sat next to
her, handing her the glass and the lime. "I haven't drank tequila in years!"
"It just gets better and better," Marty told her. "Let me see your wrist."
She extended arm and Marty leaned over and place an extended kiss on the
inside of her wrist. He then quickly licked the inside of his own wrist and
shook some salt onto it, then onto Cynthia's wrist. With a drink in one hand
and a lime in the other they both went through ritual I remember so well
from college - lick, drink, suck.
After gulping her drink down, Cynthia quickly shoved the lime into her
mouth, scrunching her face up in a tight grimace. Calmly taking the lime
from his own mouth, Marty put his hand on her shoulder, smiling.
"You know," he told her softly, "you're even gorgeous when you make that
face."
"Oh, be quiet, you big flirt," she said coyly, taking the fruit from her
mouth and warming at the compliment.
"No really, you are very beautiful. And that dress - wow is all I can say."
"You really thinks so?" she asked, standing up and making a show of
smoothing the dress, turning a little this way and that.
"You're wife is quite a little tease," Sheila told me, grinning while her
hand cupped my balls.
"Absolutely," Marty replied, knowing to quickly answer when a woman is
fishing for compliments. "It shows off your great figure. I'm sure you turn
all kinds of heads whenever you wear it."
"I usually wear a push up bra with it, to give me more cleavage."
I chuckled out loud. Boy, Cynthia can sure be blunt when she's drinking, and
that tequila made about seven for her in less then an hour. Her usual limit
is three for the night.
Marty took her shoulders in his hands and held her from himself at arms
length, brazenly staring at her chest. "This is really much better," he told
her eliciting a smile from her lips. "Subtle is definitely more sexy, and
the uh...contours I can see, that remind me you don't have a bra on. Sexy,
very sexy."
Cynthia blushed then stepped away, stumbling slightly.
"I think it's a little tight, too," she said turning around and looking back
over her shoulder, still the tease. "shows my big butt too much."
"Big what?" Marty said with feigned shock. "You, my dear, have a perfect
posterior. Very female. Very attractive." He placed his hands on her hips.
"'Bout time he made his move," Sheila commented.
"That's what Mike's always saying," she said softly as he drew in closer
behind her. His hands ran down her hips then back up a little more inside,
stopping with his hand firmly on her ass.
"Your husband's a smart guy, then," he said. Then he leaned slowly toward
her and kissed her.  She did not draw away at all, instead she very
obviously kissed him back. His arms snaked around her waist and he started
kissing her neck and her ears. She leaned back against him. His hands
dropped to her thighs, then slowly came up, across her stomach then finally
resting on her breasts. She trembled a bit as he cupped her small breasts
through the thin material of her dress and tenderly sucked her earlobe.
After a few moments, he turned her around and leaned in to embrace her and
kiss her face-to-face. Unfortunately, he moved them enough so that his back
was to us. Cynthia had her arms around him, one on his back, the other in
his hair on the back of his head. I could hardly tell what he was doing, I
was pretty sure he had slid one hand under her dress and was fondling her
firm backside, but that was about it.
"Damn him!" Sheila said, "I hate it when he does that. Makes me want to bang
on the window. He does that just to screw with us."
"It is kind of frustrating," I agreed, recognizing a very pleased moan
coming from in between my wife's kisses. "Maybe he's just pissed because he
can't see us at all."
Sheila snickered. "Maybe your right." Then she pulled her knees onto the
sofa and lay down with her head in my lap. "Let me know if anything
interesting starts to happen."
Then with no more preamble she started sucking my already hard cock. Man she
had an amazing mouth.  I was already thinking of how I was going to
tactfully get Cynthia to take some lessons. I put my arm around her and took
ahold of her breast. I had to smile. A warm, talented mouth on my cock, a
large, soft tit in my hand, and I was watching my wife make out with another
man - all I had fantasized about and more, and it was all really just
beginning.
The couple in the den stood kissing for a couple of minutes as Sheila
expertly sucked on me.  She easily kept me rock hard, but never let me get
too excited. I got the feeling that if she wanted she could make a blowjob
last for hours, every minute wonderful.
All too soon they broke their kiss and Marty moved behind her again, both of
them facing the mirror. Marty gazed at her reflection and whispered in ear,
probably telling her how beautiful she looked.  She smiled, looking at
herself in the mirror. I grudgingly alerted Sheila that something was
happening and she calmly turned onto her side, resting her head on my thigh,
one hand reached up and idly continued stroking me. I tugged mildly on her
nipple as Marty put his hands on my wife's shoulders and slid the straps of
her dress down over her arms.  He had obviously unzipped her during their
make-out session, because the dress fell silently to her feet.
"Stunning," Marty murmured in her ears, all of us gazing on her nearly naked
body. She was now wearing only her heels, stockings and a lacy black thong,
her stiffened nipples pointing straight out from her small, firm breasts.
She stepped out of the dress and Marty casually kicked it to the side. His
hands strayed up her chest then lightly pulled her sensitive tips. She
moaned in audible pleasure as he toyed with her breasts. He kissed the back
of her neck, then a little lower, moving down her back as his hands moved to
her panties. He knelt and slid them down her legs until she stepped out of
them, too.
Wordlessly, Marty stood up in front of her and took her hands in his,
raising them over her head. Cynthia grinned nervously as Marty leisurely
looked up and down her body. With a slight twist of his wrist he indicated
his desire for her to turn around. With a self-conscious smile she did a
slow pirouette under his approving gaze.
"Nice, tight little body, and a true blonde, too," Sheila commented to know
one in particular. She still had one hand lazily fondling my rigid cock, and
I noticed her other hand was under her panties, beginning to toy with the
vibrator buried in her cunt.
"Delicious," Marty told her, taking her head in both his hands and bending
over to kiss her deeply. As her arms pulled him into an embrace, he slid his
hands down to her breasts, engulfing them in his hands and massaging them.
Soon he eased her to the couch and she sat down, her face level with the
still standing Marty's crotch.  Her hands didn't hesitate to unfasten his
belt and lower his zipper.
"I think Marty's gonna get his dick sucked," I announced.
"Tough life for him," Sheila said, turning her head to briefly to run her
warm tongue up the length of my cock, then turning back to watch the show.
Cynthia opened Marty's pants and tugged them, along with his black silk
boxer shorts, down to his ankles. His cock sprung free, about half erect,
pointing straight out from his body, straight at Cynthia's face. She wrapped
her hand around the base of his long, slender shaft and took him into her
mouth. Up and down she bobbed, taking him about halfway into her mouth. He
put his hand on her head, balancing himself to ease his shoes off and step
out of his trousers. She kept sucking him as he began to rock back and
forth, gently thrusting his hips forward.  She met him with her mouth at
each stroke, but kept her hand coiled around the bottom half of his cock,
keeping him from plunging deeper.
"Does she deep throat?" Sheila asked.
"Not yet. I'm hoping to find someone who could teach her, though," I teased.
She grinned as she looked up at me, "Have anyone in mind? I suppose you
think I know how to do that."
"Just a hunch," I playfully replied.
"You did strike me as a guy with pretty good instincts."
Cynthia definitely had Marty at full mast now, as he pulled away from her
face we could see his the head of his cock was pointing at the ceiling,
glistening from Cynthia's oral attention. She reclined back on the sofa and
Marty knelt to take one of her nipples in his mouth. His hand went right to
her pussy and started caressing her lower lips. She must have been pretty
wet already; after only a moment he slid in one, then two fingers. Her eyes
closed and she started breathing deeper as he buried those fingers into her
then began to trace circles on her clit with his thumb.
Seeing her eyes closed in pleasure, Marty turned his head toward the mirror
and gave us an exaggerated stage wink. Then he took his hand from her crotch
and repositioned one of her stocking-clad legs up on the back of the couch
and the other on the floor. Kneeling half on the sofa and half off, he
pulled her hips up toward his and pushed the head of his cock into her wet
pussy. With one slow, hard push he eased his cock into her until his balls
rested against her ass.
"Oh, God yes!" she moaned as their pelvises met.
He pulled back out and the slid back into her again just as slowly. She
arched her back, rolling her hips to meet him, moaning even louder.
"That's so good," she groaned as he repeated the thrust a third time. Her
hands flailed for his and pulled them to her chest. He took her firm tits in
his hands as he started pumping her a bit faster.  She squeezed on his hands
and he responded in kind, tightly squeezing her tits. He took her nipples in
his fingers and tugging them as he fucked her harder. Through the speakers
we could hear the wet, sloshing sounds of their sex as he pounded into her.
She was moaning louder and meeting his hips thrust for thrust, his hand
still clutching her tits. I could tell she was getting close to cumming.
Marty could sense it, too, and backed off, pulling her closer to him. He
whispered something to her and then lay back on the sofa. Cynthia crawled on
top of him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she lowered herself onto
his cock. As she started humping him he guided her hand to her crotch and
she started rubbing her clit in rhythm with her hips engulfing his cock.
Marty resumed playing with her tits, teasing and twisting her hard nipples,
kneading her breasts just on the nice side of rough. She started fucking him
faster, panting and I knew it was just a matter of moments before she would
cum. Marty started thrusting harder up into her and pinched her breasts in
his hands as she slammed onto him one last time, screaming as her orgasm hit
her.
Entranced with the fantastic scene in front of me, I almost missed the lower
pitched moaning of the women on my lap, her more subdued grunts mixed with
the sounds coming through the speakers. Sheila had her vibrator pressed
against her clit and she dug her fingers into my thigh as her she came, just
after my wife.
Cynthia collapsed against his chest, trying to catch her breath, but still
grinding her hips on Marty's cock, conscious of the fact that he still
hadn't finished. She grinned lustily at him as she looked him in the eye,
raising herself up on her arms.
"Almost there," he grunted, inciting her to go a little faster.
His hips met hers a bit faster, more urgently. Then he rolled her over until
she was sitting up on the sofa with him beside her. She looked at him a
little confused, not sure what he wanted her to do. His knee on the couch,
he raised himself up a bit and softly put his hand on her head, staring in
her eyes. With a slight pressure, he pulled her head toward his cock,
shining with her pussy juices. She hesitated for a second, then opened his
mouth and sucked his cock into her mouth, undoubtedly getting a taste of her
own sex. Marty pulled back, so just the head of his cock rested in her mouth
and with a quick spasm of his pelvis I could tell he was cumming, clenching
and unclenching his ass each time he squirted, five times in all. Cynthia
visibly swallowed once, then one more time as he took his dick from her
mouth.
"I think it's time to rejoin the party." Sheila was still panting a bit, but
had mostly recovered her composure. She sat up and laid her vibrator on the
end table, then turned off the speakers and shut the curtain. I pulled on my
pants and she slipped her robe over her shoulders, not bothering to even tie
the sash. "Don't bother with the shirt," she told me, taking me by the hand
and pulling me out the door.
We walked into the den just as Marty was sitting down next to Cynthia, his
hand stroking her inner thigh. He had just handed her a drink and was taking
a sip of his own. Marty had finally removed his shirt as was completely
nude. Cynthia still had on the stockings and heels. She flashed a guilty
smile my way as we entered.
"So this is where the party got to!" Sheila teased them.
"I guess we sort of started it without you," Cynthia said, the intoxicated
giggle still in her voice.
"Well then maybe a little catching up is order," Sheila responded pulling me
down on the other part of the sectional couch with her.
We kissed, burying our tongues in each other's mouths and my hands instantly
went to her tits. Massaging those soft mounds, I stole a glance over at the
other couple. Cynthia was lying back against Marty, both of them watching
us. His hand had slid up her thigh and was fingering her cunt.
Sheila unfastened my pants and I helped her out, tugging them off and
dropping them to the floor while she tossed her robe over the back of the
sofa. I lay back on the sofa, my head towards Cynthia and Marty, while
Sheila stood to pull off her panties.
"Your husband has a marvelous, big cock," she cooed to Cynthia, taking it in
her hand and stroking it a few times before straddling me on the couch.
"It's so long, and thick, I can't wait for him to fill me up."
"I've never had room to complain," my wife laughingly agreed. Her breathing
was starting to quicken a little as Marty was working two fingers in and out
of her ever-wetter snatch.
I leaned up and took one of Sheila's full nipples into my mouth as she
reached between her legs to guide me into her. She was pistoning on my thick
cock slowly, working it in deeper a little at a time, finally taking it all
in at every stroke.
"Ooh, your cock feels so good, stretching me out, filling my cunt," she said
breathily,  "yeah, play with my tits...ooh that feels good, squeezed them,
yeah, pull my nipples."
I definitely didn't need any encouragement to enjoy myself with those
wonderful mams swaying in front of me. She was truly a great fuck. She rode
me with a slight rolling of her hips and I could feel her well-developed
internal muscles griping my cock. She sped up a bit, continuing to be
constantly vocal, telling me how great I felt inside her and how great my
hands felt on her tits. Soon I heard another feminine moan, very near my
ear, and turned my head to see that Cynthia was lying back on their section
of the sofa, her head about a foot from mine; Marty knelt at the end of the
couch, his face buried between her legs.
"I want your husband to fuck me, fuck me hard!" Sheila panted to Cynthia, "I
want him to pound my cunt!" Who was I to argue?
Sheila got off me and turned around. She climbed onto the corner of the sofa
where the two sections meet, putting her knees up on the cushions, one leg
just next to Cynthia's head. As I positioned myself behind her I took a good
look at my wife's prone body. Her legs were spread wide, with one on the
back of the chair with her high-heeled shoe pointing at the ceiling and the
other on the floor; virtually the same pose Marty had fucked her so well in
earlier. Now he was using his tongue to do the job, sucking and licking her
clit while pumping his fingers rapidly into her recently-used hole. She was
writhing in ecstasy, her hands caressing her own small breasts with a marked
lack of gentleness. She was hardly aware of our change in position.
With my hands on her hips, I slid my iron-hard cock easily to the hilt in
Sheila's welcoming cunt. We immediately had a great rhythm going, Sheila
plunging back against me at each stroke.
"That's it," she breathed, "do me harder. Oh yeah, like that...fuck
yeah...faster...reach up and grab my tits, Yes! That's fucking great.
Cynthia baby, he's giving it to me so good, oh he's gonna make me cum!"
I was really ramming it into her now, clutching her bouncing tits as I
pounded away at her for all I was worth literally right in front of my
wife's face. She kept up the dialog, although now it was all directed at
Cynthia, telling her how good I was fucking her, how great my hands felt
squeezing her big tits, how I was about to make her cum, was Marty eating
her pussy real good, and so on. Cynthia was mostly lost in her own pleasure,
responding in murmurs between her own sounds enjoyment.
"Feels so good...yeah...fuck her good Mike...make her cum..."
In no time, Sheila did just that. Her cunt clamped down hard on my cock, and
I could feel her muscles spasming as she came. Finally, her grip eased
enough for me to start pumping again, resuming the frenzied pace we had been
at before. I could feel my own orgasm building, and I had no reason to hold
back any more.
"Are you ready to cum for me?" Sheila sounded quite out of breath now.
"Yeah, do it. Cynthia, baby, I'm getting him off, I'm getting him off for
you...my pussy...my tits...I'm getting him off for you..." I was almost
there, "Do you want his cum? Do you want him to cum for you baby?"
Cynthia's moaned "yes" was as much in response to Marty's efforts as to
Sheila's question. She was nearly in orgasm herself, with sweat pouring off
of her, puffing in quick, short breaths and grinding her hips wildly against
Marty's tongue and fingers.
But it was enough of an answer for Sheila. Cutting me off nearly at the last
moment she pulled herself away from me turning quickly to sit next to
Cynthia. She took my slick cock in one hand and gently turned Cynthia's head
to the side with other. She put my cock to my wife's lips. Her mouth opened
reflexively and I exploded in a massive burst. Sheila milked my cock,
guiding each blast of thick cum deep into Cynthia throat.
"That's it," she told her softly, "Good girl, he's cumming so hard for you,
I made him cum so much for you baby. Let go, let Marty make you cum, too."
My eruption subsided to a drizzle. Sheila urged me into Cynthia's pliant
mouth. As I slipped my cock passed her lips, I wondered if she even realized
she was tasting another woman's juices. In and out a few times, then I ran
the length of my softening member along her partly opened lips.
"Clean him real good...good girl, use your tongue, that's it, good girl."
Sheila told her quietly. I wondered if it even registered as the long
buildup finally peaked and she came hard, shrieking in pure bliss then
slowly coming down, trembling slightly as she struggled to catch her breath.
Smoothing her hair, Sheila leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the
forehead. She glanced at Marty as he stood up and came over to us.
"Looks like you're starting to get old Marty up again," she told her,
noticing Marty's semi-erect state. "Do you feel up to seeing if we can get
these boys going for another round?"
Cynthia looked over at Marty, and then gave Sheila a slightly weak, but
encouraging smile.

# # #

End Chapter 2
Chapter 3 coming soon, in which Marty and Sheila have a proposal for Mike.
Hopefully, fewer outside distractions will allow Chapter 3 to be produced
faster than Chapter 2 was.
As always, any and all feed back is greatly(!) appreciated. Please email
comments, criticisms and suggestions to rumrunner2001@yahoo.com

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