Chapter 20

Cindy looked kind of confused and wanted an explanation. She asked, “What do you mean the picture you sent Doc? Was this something that happened while they were at the seminar?”

Steve bumbled around trying to think about what to say to his wife by way of an explanation. Even Cindy chuckled at his discomfort.

Jasmine laughed and explained, “The second evening he was away I sent my honey a VERY salacious picture – and I wasn’t alone when I did the selfie. I had two guys with me, and some other friends. We were naked and doing stuff. Doc had gone to the men’s room and left his phone on the dinner table at some restaurant in Rochester, Minnesota, I guess. The others including Steve, Nancy, and Helen glanced at the screen and hence the photo when my text came in. I was so busted, but it provided a lot of laughs as I understand it.”

Cindy relaxed a little and smiled. “So much for sexting, I guess.” Jasmine’s confession about group sex with others when I wasn’t around had been hard to miss. She wasn’t that upset, and I guessed it confirmed some of what she’d probably surmised based on Steve selling her on the idea to come to Florida.

Jasmine amplified, “Oh, Doc sent me back some equally salacious pictures over the next few hours. I figured we were about even.”

I rapped on the window and the others on the patio stood and came inside to get a plate and eat. As they arrived I introduced them. There were more hugs and light kisses to welcome them to Sarasota. Helen and Nancy were especially solicitous in greeting Steve, giving him special hugs and kisses, and making sure their tits touched his lightly hirsute chest. Nancy even gave her boobs a shake right in front of him, and teased him about how those were what he wanted to see when they were at the seminar and now he had the opportunity.

I watched Cindy’s reaction to what Nancy had done, and she just laughed. I had the feeling she knew and understood her husband very well. Moreover, I came to think she wasn’t near as straight-laced as I thought she was.

Everyone got a plate and we migrated back outside to eat at the picnic tables. There was a short discussion about each of our family medical practices and doctoring work, but I diverted the discussion to other topics so everyone would feel included.

After lunch Cindy helped me shuttle the stacked dirty dishes into the kitchen and stayed with me as I rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. I had a rare opportunity having her alone, so I asked, “What were your expectations coming here this weekend? I didn’t get a chance to get briefed on your care and feeding by your husband. Are there things I should know?”

Cindy smiled, “I don’t know. We’ve not had the greatest of marriages recently. He’s wrapped up in doctoring and I’ve got a good career going, plus we have two kids that seem to need a lot of care and feeding, as you put it. There hasn’t been much time for ‘us’, if you know what I mean.”

“I’ve seen the movie. My first wife and I had that problem for a few years when my two boys were in their growing.” She’d heard details about my family over lunch.

“What’d you do?” Cindy asked.

“We got to the point where the decision we both faced was divorce or to reset our priorities. We picked Option B. I was glad. We had a different, more fun, and more loving relationship after our come to Jesus decision, right up until Edie passed away.”

Cindy asked, “Sex?”

“That had to be part of Option B for both of us. We’d gotten to where we always seemed too tired or too headachy for it. When we restarted, we made sure there was a lot of it. That worked until menopause arrived and again changed the rules. By that point, it wasn’t that important to either of us.

“Do you know what Steve wants?”

I responded, “From the way he reacted to my lifestyle at the seminar, I’d guess an open marriage.”

Cindy said, “I’m scared. I’d be a lousy single mother if our marriage fell apart.”

“Make a contract,” I said.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

I expanded, “You and Steve write a contract for what your new marriage will be like and how it will function, and how decisions will be made. Define who gets to sleep with who, when, how, whether advance approval is needed, and so on. Define any boundaries. Two I can think of involve STD testing and falling in love.”

Cindy asked, “Protecting about STDs I understand. What do you mean, falling in love?”

“How do you want Steve to respond when he finds he’s falling in love with somebody he’s having sex with? How will he want you to respond? Sex changes things; love is one of the natural reactions because of the oxytocin that’s released during the process. You’re having a hard time visualizing yourself as a sexual being, but you are. I find you very attractive. True you’re not Jasmine’s age or stature, but you are a hot MILF. Imagine you and I starting a lovely sexual affair and then falling in love. How will Steve feel? Would he want you to stop or what? Would you? Could you both handle that?”

Cindy nodded, “Steve talked to me about some of the scenarios you outlined to him where we were each watching the other have sex with somebody else. Oddly, I don’t think I’d be bothered as much as he would. I need to be honest with you about our expectations for this weekend, too.”

“Go ahead,” I said.

Cindy hesitated but then slowly said, “We are both here to have sex with other people – you and Jasmine, for instance. This is a one weekend free trial offer for both of us. No penalties will be imposed on either side. We will then evaluate the impact on each of us and on our marriage, especially if we were to continue with you or others we may find. Neither of us has anybody specific in mind at home. You were the shining star of an opportunity for us to revitalize our withering marriage.”

“Thanks for sharing, and your honesty. I am happy to accommodate and I know Jasmine will be. So will our friends that you met. I think we all enjoy some new friends now and then. How do you want to begin?”

Cindy studied me for a long time and then said, “Would you make love to me right now? I trust you, and I know Steve does. We’ve already acknowledged what would hopefully happen.”

I came to Cindy and took her in my arms. We shared a long and deep kiss that communicated a lot of love, support, and willingness on both our parts. I led Cindy down the hallway to the master bedroom. We stood beside the bed and kissed more and more, with increasing ardor and passion.

I fondled Cindy’s tits, finding and lightly pinching each of her nipples until they were standing firm and erect as they brushed against my chest. I kissed along her neck and ears, and lowered my head and carefully sucked one nipple into my mouth. She moaned into the air and I could detect her arousal.

Cindy’s body wavered in front of me and she nearly collapsed as she had an orgasm. I helped lower her to the bed, but didn’t give up my oral assault on her body. My left hand reached to the lower part of her bikini and I stroked on the outside of her pussy through the material.

Cindy moaned again, louder, and then moved rapidly to slide the only item of clothing she wore off her body. When she kicked the fabric away, my fingers returned to her nether region, and I rubbed her clit and then sank two fingers into her quim. Cindy came again and groaned into the kiss we were sharing. She pulled me hard into her body in response.

“Oh, God, you ARE a magnificent man. Please make love to me. Fuck me. Have me anyway you want me. I’m yours.”

I yanked my bathing suit off, and Cindy was suddenly on me with my cock in her mouth. She toyed with me as she fondled my balls with her hands. I got hard immediately, and she looked in awe at my shaft. She said, “This is the first cock other than my husband’s that I’ve seen or touched in nearly twenty years.”

I rapidly moved my hand inside her, stroking her G-spot, until Cindy came again, this time flooding the area as she squirted. I brought my face down and started to lap and eat her out while she was still wet. She orgasmed again ... and then again, pressed my head to her body with both hands and moaned as her legs nearly squeezed me flat.

She pleaded, “Fuck me.”

I moved in front of her missionary style, moved my cockhead wet with her saliva around her wet labia and slit, and then when I knew I was at her opening I gently leaned forward and slid my fullness inside of her.

Cindy clutched at my body and pulled me down onto her as her legs also wrapped my thighs and pulled. She was having another orgasm even more dramatic and significant than the half dozen she’d already had in past few minutes. She was very orgasmic. I wondered whether this was usual or she was primed up in some way.

Cindy kissed me with great passion as I pistoned into her body. I was neither tender nor rough, just someplace in the middle and she loved it. She kept saying, “Oh, God.” “Oh, God.” “Oh, God.” “Yesssss, fuck meeeeee!”

Cindy and I bounced around the bed together. She wanted me deep inside her at every opportunity. She loved our coupling and every little bit of stimulation I gave her body. Her rate of having orgasms slowed, but only slightly.

After we’d been surging into each other for fifteen minutes she said, “I’m building to a really big climax. I hope you can come inside me then.”

I nodded, and we went for another minute and then we exploded into each other. As I ejaculated I felt a flood of wetness from Cindy around my groin. My climax was especially potent, and I could tell Cindy’s was as well. Her peak was also accompanied by a loud sheik of joy and passion. I fell into her arms and we kissed as though it was our last act in this existence.

After the bliss had passed I went down on Cindy. She wasn’t expecting it and even balked as my tongue started to stroke into her wet slit. I was taking my time cleaning up the mess we’d made and trying to give her another orgasm where from behind I heard a male voice whisper, “Holy shit!”

I turned and Scott was there. I called him over, “Scott, this beautiful woman is in need of some further loving. She’s in her experimental phase to see how she and her husband feel about giving themselves to others.”

Scott grinned and shed his bathing suit. He got on the bed beside Cindy and they had a few kisses. She giggled and said, “Nice to meet you Scott.” She took hold of his cock and started to fondle and play with the large shaft. She was eager.

Cindy said, “I’ve been a bad girl and now I want to be bad some more. I’d kind of like it if you fucked me. I’d like to have you cum inside me, too. Doc has me all warmed up, so I don’t need a lot of foreplay.”

Steve moved between Cindy’s legs but grabbed her by the hips and lifted her pussy to his mouth. He launched in a major cunnilingus attack as she groaned, and then came, again flooding her pussy and his mouth with her girl juice. He seemed happy.

When he lowered her she said, “You guys are something else. I’m sure there was still some of Doc’s cum in my pussy when you ate me.”

Scott laughed, “There was. That wasn’t the first time I discovered a bit. He’s tasted mine, too, so we’re about even.”

Scott pulled Cindy’s legs of his hips until his cock was against her slit, and then the large phallus pushed inside her body. I watched her eyes get large because Scott was larger than most, and I knew he could be very satisfying to the women from what they said.

Scott more or less fucked her by pulling or pushing her body on and off his cock as he was buried inside her. Cindy closed her eyes and got totally absorbed in the experience. Scott reached down and started to rub her clit and the surrounding area. Cindy groaned, and a minute later peaked into another orgasm.

Scott didn’t last long after that, maybe another five minutes. Cindy’s breasts were swaying with every to and fro motion. She motioned me closer, and she took hold of me and brought my cock to her mouth and sucked on my flaccid shaft. I started to harden in response; after all she was a sexy woman.

She had another orgasm, and two minutes later Scott filled her pussy with cum. She egged him on and told him how much she appreciated his contribution to her developing a new perspective on life, love, and relationships.

When Scott was through, he did a pretty thorough job of cleaning up his mess by sucking the cum from her pussy. He didn’t swallow, but instead brought a mouthful of their combined emissions to her and French kissed her, sharing the thick effluent with her.

At first Cindy didn’t know what was happening, but then she caught on and after testing the taste and texture, snowballed the mixture back and forth with him. I applauded her new audacity and willingness to try something else radically new.

Scott left the room and apparently shared with the others on the patio what was transpiring in my bedroom. Seconds later, Steve appeared at the doorway. Jasmine, Yuan, and Nancy had come with him. They stood and looked in.

I was fucking Cindy again, and as I heard them in the hallway I made sure to adopt a position with Cindy that grandly displayed where my cock penetrated her pussy and was moving in and out. I warned Cindy but she seemed unperturbed and simply winked at me and pushed back to my next inward thrust. She moaned loudly, “Fuck meeeee!” There was no way her husband couldn’t have heard her plea for sex.

I heard Steve’s sharp intake of breath as he realized his wife was getting fucked. I heard Jasmine announce that according to Steve that this would be Cindy’s third bout of sexual intercourse in the past hour. She laughed and said, “You wife is certainly embracing this new lifestyle. She fits right in here. I bet Barry would like to engage with her, too.”

Cindy looked over at him, “Oh, honey, this is such a divine idea. I’ve lost count of the orgasms. I’ve never had so many in so short a time. I think all the talking we did got me all worked up. I swear I’ve had dozens and we’ve only been having sex for an hour or so.”

Steve blubbered, “I didn’t expect ... you surprised ... wow!”

Cindy teased, “Why don’t you get Barry? He looked interesting and I’d sure like to try all the men possible while we have this short visit – maybe all of them multiple times.”

I held Cindy tightly as she watched her husband frantically pumping his cock into Jasmine. She was using her well-honed ability at dirty talk to excite and propel him into a climax. She was riding him and he was moving his hips up into her gorgeous body with muscles I’m sure he seldom used.

Jasmine’s refrain went something like: “Oh, baby you have the nicest cock. You’re hitting my good spots and going to make me cum. If you fill my pussy with cum I’ll show you how to clean it up. I love to have a pussy dripping in cum, preferably the cum of several men. You can be one of them. Oh, god, keep pumping that cock up into me.”

Jasmine then shifted gears, “Did you like watching your wife fuck my fiancé? He’s got a very satisfying cock, and I bet your sexy hot wife really liked it when he went on and on in making love to her. He’s not a quick shot. He makes sure the women he fucks have lots of orgasms before he joins them in one of theirs. He cleaned her up, too – with his mouth. I saw them snowballing their cum back and forth before your wife swallowed all that cum and her girl juice that Doc had captured from her beautiful cunt. I’m going to eat her pussy later, too. I love to eat pussy – I bet you’d like to see your wife get it on with me, wouldn’t you? We’d be like two porn queens. Our tits would push together when we kissed, and then we’d mash our pussies together until we both climaxed. You have such a hot wife. I hope she’s willing to try eating me. I bet she will.”

Steve was moaning. I felt sorry for him. He wanted to cum, but Jasmine was manipulating him carefully, getting him right up to the edge and then doing something to back him down, like changing position.

Jasmine teased him again; “When Barry was fucking Cindy didn’t you like my idea of getting your cell phone and taking a video of her. Don’t you think one part will be especially hot and you’ll watch it for the rest of time: where Barry had Doc fuck her for a minute and then Scott for a minute before he resumed. She liked having all those cocks in her so close together. I bet if you posted that one on your Facebook page you’d get a billion ‘Likes’. If you weren’t fucking me, you could even fuck your wife again ... if she’d let you. Do you suppose the other men wore her pussy out?”

Cindy snorted next to me in laughter, trying to contain her amusement. She whispered in my ear, “Jasmine sure is a tease. Will she ever let him cum?”