CH06: Is It Really Over

Our honeymoon was amazing. We spent two weeks in Canada. We started in a hotel surrounded by scenic mountains and snow and ended up in log cabin near a quaint little town. It couldn't get more romantic and beautiful.

We were inseparable. Our days were filled with touristy adventures and skiing and our nights were sensually intense. I don't pretend that sex is the most fulfilling for her when it comes to my size or techniques, but the sensual bliss we enjoy together is real.

Every night and some days, the topic of 'Steve' and the 'Tattoo' was forefront. I wouldn't last long looking down at the tattoo and even went so far as to get her on all-fours so I could last a little longer. She asked me at one point why I was doing her from behind so much on the trip and I admitted the truth to her. She loved it.

In fact, I picked up how aroused she was every time I came so quickly as a result of us talking about Steve. I also noted that a day didn't go by without Cindy asking for reassurance that I was really 'OK' or that I 'liked' the tattoo. She kept needing to know I wasn't upset. I reassured her, but I know doubt kept creeping up in her.

In the weeks after our return, I noticed a subtle shift in Cindy's demeanor. She wouldn't really bring up Steve as often and when she did, it was more of something her sister mentioned or her noting another missed call from him. Even in our bed, she didn't bring him up as much.

I was hyperaware of this shift and began to pull back myself. I didn't engage unless she brought him up first and as time passed, it happened less often.

A few weeks passed and we were back in our routine. We would spend some weekends with her family at the Keys, work throughout the week, and a couple of times a week, we continued our involvement at our church's young adult ministry. During those nights, I noticed she would have several conversations with our pastor. In and of themselves, this wasn't anything to be concerned about, but it all made sense when she shared what was on her mind on the way home one night.

"Honey, I need to share something," she said as she held my hand in the car.

"Yeah babe. What is it?" I responded.

"I've been feeling really guilty about the whole tattoo thing and I'm beginning to fear you are going to resent me for it."

I squeezed her hand and said, "Sweety... that couldn't be further from the truth."

She remained quiet and stared straight out the front winshield.

"I love you. I love what we have and not once have I been angry or resentful. Wasn't it me that opened this whole 'can of worms?" I said with a chuckle. "What brought this up?"

She took a deep breath and said, "I don't know. After we came back, I started to think you wouldn't tell me if you were upset on our wedding night. Even if you hated it, I don't think you would tell me. It was done. What could you say? The tattoo was already there, and you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, especially on our wedding night. I feel you felt trapped at that point."

I shook my head and was about to say something, but she continued.

"I talked to Fr. Marcus about my fears..." and that is when I shot a look at her with mortification.

"You told Fr. Marcus about this whole thing? What the hell!!!" I exclaimed.

All I could think about is that I could never show my face at church again.

She looked over and continued, "I didn't tell him all about Steve and us. I just talked about having doubts on some of my selfish choices and how I thought you were hurt or would hate me."

I tried to compose myself and stay quiet.

"He was very understanding and I never felt judged. He encouraged me to talk to you about it and work together but ultimately, I had to feel comfortable in the choices I made."

I felt my blood pressure slowly dropping.

"Honey," I said. "I love you more today than I did yesterday. I never felt you were being selfish. In fact, part of me feels selfish for encouraging everything. My hormones always get the best of me. Plus... I honestly do love knowing you are being satisfied in a way I can't."

"I don't know," she replied sheepishly. "I just feel you are going to hate me if you don't already, and I can't bear the thought of losing you. I really enjoyed what happened, but I feel so guilty. How can you be ok with me being with my ex? I feel that it took something away from our wedding. When it happened, it was all I could think about but looking back I keep wondering if I was selfish. He gets in my head. Did I fuck us up?"

All I did was shake my head.

After a brief pause, she continued. "I already told Steve that I'm not going to continue this anymore. I want you to be happy and see me as your soul mate like I see you. I want you to look at me like you have always looked at me."

I had a million questions and protests about this, but I also knew this was not the time. She was genuinely concerned, and I wanted to make sure she felt safe and comfortable. I wanted to show her I respected her choice. I nodded in understanding and lifted her hand to my lips for a kiss.

"I love you," I whispered.

I could see a tear on her left cheek as she stared out. I squeezed her hand.

I didn't say a word and kept driving. In my head, I was still processing the huge shift going forward. How could I simply put all this back in the box.

After 10 minutes of silence in the car, she started talking again.

"I didn't lie when I told you the reason I broke up with Steve. But I couldn't stop thinking about what he said on the boat. Maybe I feared who I became around him. I want to be a wife, have kids, and share love with only one person, you. I want to be like my mom and dad," she said with sincerity.

"Me too. That is why I married you. Steve was just us adding some spice. I love how turned on you get and I know you enjoy it. But... I will respect your choice," I said.

After a few seconds she nodded. "I think that is what we should do. I don't want to be thinking about him when I have sex with you. I want to be thinking about us. I don't like losing control, especially to him. I still can't explain why he does what he does to me, and it scares me. Are you mad?"

"Never, babe. I love you," I assured her. Inside was a mixture of happiness and sadness. The thought of her making us a priority made me feel secure and safe. The side of me that had been emerging over the past year was no happy about this decision, but I knew she was right.

"Has he stopped calling you?" I asked.

"Not really, but I think he is getting the hint," she said.

"I need to know you are doing this because you want to, not because you think I don't want to," I said.

"I think so. I just know I don't want to hurt you," she replied.

I loved how she thought it would be that easy after everything that happened. I didn't think it would be for either of them, or me to say the least.

"Do you regret the tattoo now?" I cautiously asked while squeezing her hand.

"Not at all. That will always be something between you and me. That will be our crazy story and," she looked up at me, "I know how turned on your get when you look at it." She giggled and I leaned in to kiss her at the next stop light.

I can't explain how all this nervous energy and talk about Steve got me aroused so quickly but it did. I reached over and hiked up the hem of her skirt until I could see her white cotton panties. My had gently caressed the spot where the tattoo should be and then my fingers pushed the fabric between the folds of her lips. She was wet. This whole conversation had gotten her wet!

The rest of the trip I spent fingering my wife as she reclined her seat back. I struggled to keep focus between the road and her moans. All I wanted to do was ask if she got this turned on having talked about Steve, but I resisted.

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Summer was upon us before we knew it. A few months had passed, and we would spend most of our weekends at the Keys at her parents' house. The ocean life was here. The only real change to our lives was that Steve had become close with Cindy's parents and as a result would occasionally hang out with us at their house. A couple of times we even went on his boat, or he would join us on her dad's boat.

Yes, it was awkward, but we never really discussed it.

It was surreal to always pretend like nothing had happened and I constantly had to keep the pretense that he was a friend of my family.

Cindy never mentioned anything, but the tension was palpable. There were times I would catch Steve practically stripping Cindy out of her bikini with his eyes. There were also times I caught Cindy taking glimpses of Steve. In fact, whenever Steve was talking or flirting with Cassie, I could see her brow furl in jealousy. I never said a word.

While we were at home, I would notice missed calls from Steve. Cassie had even mentioned to Cindy a few times that Steve asked why she never answered his calls and Cindy's response was always, "I'm married Cas."

Steve and I, for the most part didn't interact much at the Keys other than basic pleasantries. I sensed a couple of times he was trying to start up a conversation, but something always interrupted the moment and I, sure as shit, wasn't going to seek him out.

Then, one day at home I was working on my computer late one night the phone rang. I picked it up before the first ring had even ended, expecting it to be Cindy. She was at her parent's house and I figured she was letting me know she was heading home.

"Hi Honey," I said. "Coming home?"

I heard a laugh. "That is sweet, but I'm stuck at work tonight."

I pulled that handset away so I can see the caller ID.

'HARLEY DAVI' was on the display, and I realized it was Steve. I wasn't really sure what to say.

"I guess Cindy isn't home?" he asked.

"No," was my only response.

"Too bad," he said. "We never had a chance to talk since the wedding. How was your honeymoon?" he asked but I could feel his twisted smile as he said those words.

"Great. Thanks for asking," I said.

"Look, I get it. You don't want to talk to me, but I need to ask you something."

I stayed silent.

"Cindy told me you don't want her to see me again, but I don't know if I believe her. I watch how you always find a way to disappear whenever we are near each other at her parents' place. I saw you on the boat when I took her."

I was getting hard. I didn't say a word.

"Are you telling me you didn't like her wedding gift? I know I did."

I said nothing but my hand was on my crotch feeling my erection grow.

"I want to hear it from your mouth that you don't want her with me, and I won't call again," he said.

I knew he was lying and nothing I said would ever stop him from trying. I was also confused because he said Cindy told him 'I' wanted her to stop. She didn't even tell him the truth. That revelation alone spoke volumes.

He was quiet and I was quiet. Time stood still.

"Did she tell you how wet she was on your wedding night? I can't remember the last time she was dripping like that," he said. I could tell in how he said it, he was reliving the moment.

"I didn't tell her not to see you. That was her choice," I finally responded. I wasn't sure if I said it because I was upset Cindy used me as the excuse or because Steve was getting full of himself by talking about my wife.

"Really?" he quickly replied and then another moment of silence between us. It was awkward.

"She thinks I hate her for all of this, and she doesn't want to be selfish," I continued.

"Does she know you want it as much as she does?" he asked.

I didn't respond.

"Maybe even more than she does. You know she thinks about it all the time, right?" he asked.

Silence.

"Right?! I bet you if you asked her who she thought about the last time you fucked, my name will be right there." he said in a condescending tone.

"She just needs to know you want her to be happy. She needs to know you want it," he said. "Do you get it?"

I didn't respond. My hands were shaking as he spoke. My body was experiencing bouts of shivers. I was nervous. I was anxious. He was right.

"I bet you have a little hard-on right now, don't you?" he asked with a snicker.

"Well, if you aren't going to talk, I guess I'll hang up. I'll see you next time at the Keys," he said.

Before I could even process everything, I heard the words coming out of my mouth. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked just wanting me to say it again.

"Yes!"

After that we had a, mostly, one sided conversation where he shared details on the wedding night. Then he shared more details on the time he went to her house and seduced her, the night all of this started. At some point he even mentioned how Cassie was obviously hitting on him and how tempting she is. He tried to get me to join in his lust for Cassie and agree what a fine piece of ass she was.

This went on for almost a half hour. It was pretty much the 'Steve Show' and he was boasting as to how much control he had over Cindy and other women. I think he was letting me know how little control I really had in any of this.

I had an incoming call, and it was Cindy. I switched over and she let me know she was leaving her parents in a few minutes which gave me 20 minutes to wrap this whole thing up. I would be lying if I said I wasn't totally enjoying the bragging and his command of the situation. I was especially loving his dominance over Cindy since the beginning. Honestly, I wanted him to tell me everything they did since they started dating.

I told him she was heading home and had to hang up soon. This is when the conversation shifted into a more serious tone on his end.

"Mike. You KNOW she still wants it, right?"

I simply responded, "I do."

"Do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes," I said quietly. Then I added, "but I'm not going to go against her wishes."

"I would never do that either... you just have to know what her real wishes are," he replied.

For the next 15 minutes I was torn between trying to hang up before Cindy came home and my depraved sexual arousal listening to his thoughts on her needs and the glimpses of her darker side.

The next thing I knew, I heard the front door opening and all I could think to do was hang up. Cindy came into the office and started talking about the latest family gossip before heading to the bedroom to change and go to bed. All I wanted to do was devour her, but I couldn't get myself to do it. I knew all I would do is bring up Steve and I couldn't risk giving any inkling to what happened. Tonight was going to be spent jerking off by myself in the office chair to thoughts of Steve and Cindy.

During the next couple of weeks, I noticed Steve called at least three times and every time it just so happened Cindy was at her parent's house. I didn't have a way to confirm, but I figured he was getting information from Cassie that Cindy would not be home. I never answered the phone. Instead, I deleted the caller ID record for his every call.

The following weekend we spent it at the Keys. It was only Cindy, me, and her parents. Her sisters stayed had plans at home and decided to not go. Part of me didn't want to go either but Cindy had committed to helping her mom clean up their home to prepare for the offseason.

We all headed down together after work on Friday, stopped to get a quick bite along the way, and was informed by her mom that Steve would be stopping by on Saturday to help dad work on his boat's engine. This only further validates that her parents were getting along with Steve a bit more than I was comfortable with. As Cindy's parents droned on about how Steve was so nice to offer his time to do us this favor, all I kept wondering is what her parents would think if they only knew about Cindy and him.

Walking to the car from the diner, Cindy looked over at me and mouthed the word 'sorry.' I knew what she meant. I knew she wanted all of this to be over with and I knew she felt I was getting resentful about this whole situation. I wasn't but how could I bring that up without her feeling I was going against her choice.

Saturday came and Cindy and her mom started the day early by washing every linen in the house. I helped the dad get the boat ready to have the engine broken down for repairs. It was hard to answer some of her dad's questions about Steve because I really had no idea, so I tended to avoid them or keep repeating that he was really my dad's friend and didn't know him that well. It seemed like her dad was smitten with him.

By late afternoon, Steve pulled up in his boat and tied up next to their house where their boat would usually be moored. Everyone came out to greet him and again, the awkwardness of the whole situation was bizarre. From anyone else's perspective they would never be able to tell something was off. To me it was obvious with the occasional smirk to his blatant ogling Cindy.

Steve didn't really talk too much to me or Cindy. He spent all his time helping her dad get the engine repaired. Unfortunately, I lacked any mechanical skill, so I was useless. Instead, I helped power wash the outside of the house while the girls worked inside.

Cindy and her mom came out of the house having changed into their bathing suits. I admit even at her age, her mom looked like a true MILF. Her dad was a lucky man and I was hoping the theory that the daughter will end up looking like the mom held true.

Cindy had a purple bikini, and it looked amazing. She has never really been a bikini girl, most often choosing one-piece suits which were very conservative. I did enjoy this new passion of hers. I also loved the fact she let her hair grow back after our wedding night. You could see the puffiness in her bikini bottom, and it was something I found sexy.

I never asked if she had done it out of convenience or if it helped conceal most of the tattoo. I could always spot the edge of the tattoo under the hair. In fact, she always had a very dark and thick bush which was a beautiful contrast with her pale white bikini line skin.

Before long, it was getting dark and Cindy's mom walked out and invited Steve to stay for dinner. They mentioned it was going to be a neighborhood BBQ, and they would love to have him stay and get meet some of their friends. He expressed he would love to, but he should really get going before it got too dark. He wasn't too familiar with the waters in this area and didn't want to get stuck.

This is when I heard Cindy's dad say, "So spend the night. Cassie and Kristina stayed home so we have the room."

Her mom jumped in, "Great idea! That would be perfect. We really would love you to meet some of our friends."

Was this really happening?

Again, Cindy acted as if nothing was happening. To her credit she did ignore him, but I still caught a couple of longing glances in his direction. I did notice that she went out of her way to avoid getting anywhere near him... I give her credit for the effort. But all that did is make me think, 'the lady doth protest too much.'

Steve finally accepted their offer.

That evening there were about a dozen people on the dock enjoying an delicious BBQ. There was plenty of beer and wine, loud music, and louder Cuban people.

I went into the house to refill the ice cooler when Steve showed up a minute later. As I emptied a few ice bags into the cooler, he went through the refrigerator as if he was looking for something.

"So, have you told Cindy about our talk?" he asked.

"No," I quickly responded.

"Should I tell her about our talk?" he asked.

"No." I retorted.

"You should be honest with your wife, right? We wouldn't want to keep secrets," he said tauntingly.

"What the fuck, man?!" I softly exclaimed. "What do you want."

"Just admit you like the side of her she is denying. Tell me how you stroked your little cock that night while we talked. Better yet, tell her how you stroked your little cock."

"Just stop. She obviously doesn't want to do it anymore. Just give up!" I said.

"You know that is bullshit. She couldn't even tell ME it was her decision. She blamed you," he said.

"Whatever she said, she made a decision," I answered with mild iritation. I was getting uncomfortable and wanted this situation to come to an end.

Steve turned around and locked eyes. It was a tense moment for me, and I could feel my leg tremble. This was something that happened whenever I did public speaking, but never in a one to one.

"Mike, do you believe her?" he asked.

I didn't say anything, but my eyes kept avoiding his eye contact.

"I didn't think so," he said taking my silence for confirmation. "Do you think you will ever really fulfill her needs? Nothing to be ashamed about. God didn't give you much in that department but that is why men like me are here. Let me..."

Just at that moment, Cindy and her mom came into the house and walked into the kitchen. Her mom asked Steve if he was looking for something specific and Cindy came straight to me and helped pick up the ice chest to take outside.

My heart was racing, and I felt like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I knew it was just in my head. I used all my mental strength to act as if nothing had happened. Then it struck me. Cindy completely avoided any eye contact with Steve. She had avoided contact every time that day.

My mind raced through the day's interactions and even at the moments when I caught her gleaming a sneak peak at Steve, she would quickly look away as soon as he looked her way. In fact, the few times the three of us and her parents were having a conversation, she kept her attention on me or feigned interest at something else around us. Cindy was doing everything she could to avoid Steve. Why was she trying so hard? Was she really doing this solely because of me?

I spent the rest of the night watching Cindy and observing her. When she thought she was out of sight, I would catch her watching Steve as he engaged with the neighborhood wives and mothers. He was a charmer to say the least. One time I walked up behind her as she watched him and jumped as I said, "Hi honey." She turned around and gave me a long and passionate kiss away from any gazing eyes.

"Wow, what has you so turned on?" I asked.

"I think I had too many wine coolers," she said.

"Maybe I should get you another one," I responded as I went off to do just that.

As I walked away, she slapped my ass.

As the night got late, everyone began heading back to their homes and we began cleaning up. Cindy and her mom took care of everything that needed to be cleaned in the sink... no dishwasher. Steve, Cindy's dad, and I took care of cleaning the BBQ and everything outdoor.

We all ended up inside sitting in on the couches and around the dining table. The conversation was benign as everyone simply retold some funny stories they heard or neighborhood gossip. Steve, for the most part, just listened as he didn't know the backgrounds to most of the people he met.

Steve stood up and said, "Well, if you don't mind, I should really take a quick shower before going to bed. It has been a long day, and I could really use a hot shower."

"Steve, do you want to borrow a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from Pete (Cindy's dad)?" her mom asked?

"Appreciate it but I have clothes in the boat. I'm just gonna go get them."

Again, Cindy didn't say a word to Steve the entire time we were inside.

"Honey, is everything ok? Are you ok with Steve spending the night?" I dared to ask.

"Oh yeah. Totally fine. I was worried about you. I can only imagine how uncomfortable this whole thing is and I'm sorry about it," she said. "I love you and am really sorry about all of this."

I gently shook my head, "Its all-good babe. As long as this is what you really want, I'm good."

With an unconvincing smile, she nodded and looked away.

A few minutes later Steve came back in and headed to the shower.

The vacation home in the Keys was a spacious double wide trailer. It has three bedrooms; a master bedroom and two smaller bedrooms. They are connected to the living room and kitchen area by a narrow hallway, barely wide enough to fit two people standing sideways. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom where Cindy's parents slept. Heading towards their bedroom, there were two doors on the left leading to the smaller bedrooms and one door on the right to the shared bathroom. The master bedroom had its own bathroom.

Steve came back out and asked which room he would stay in, and Sara (Cindy's mom) said, "Oh, sorry about that hon. Yours is the first door on the left. The newlyweds are in the next one. You can pick either bed. Hope a twin-size bed is ok," she said as she giggled. "We never really upgraded the beds since the girls were little."

"It will be more than fine. Thank you," he said as he headed back down the hall.

I could hear the shower turn on and for some reason, my heart started racing. Something about the man who not long ago fucked my wife on our wedding night taking a shower so close to us was exhilarating. I kept wondering if Cindy was getting turned on, but I couldn't tell. In the meantime, everyone else was talking in the living room and making plans for the next day.

I hadn't realized the shower turned off until Steve came down the hallway. He sat next to Cindy on the couch and exclaimed, "That was exactly what I needed."

His shirt and shorts were both damp and at the same moment I realized this, Sara did too.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry we didn't get you a towel. I am so embarrassed," she remarked.

Steve smiled and said, "Don't be. I usually air dry, so this is all good."

I felt a little uncomfortable at the imagery he gave but Pete and Sara both laughed. It was funny to hear her parents laugh at a comment like that after knowing how reserved and conservative they had always been, especially raising their daughters.

"With that, I'm going to take a shower. But first I'll find a towel," I said. Everyone laughed.

I went to our bedroom, the second door on the left, and grabbed my clothes and a towel. As I headed to the shower, I looked down the hall and could only see Sara and Pete at the dining table as they talked to Cindy and Steve.

In the shower, all I kept thinking how Steve had been standing in the exact spot. It wasn't about picturing him naked, it was about the surrealness of the whole situation. What would her parents think if they knew everything that had transpired between their daughter and this man, a man their age. This man they seem to be quite fond of, ravaging their daughter.

It didn't take long before I leaned on the back of the shower wall and began jerking off. My thoughts were all over the place. Everything from my involvement with Cindy and Steve to all the stories Cindy told me about dating him. Every time I got close to cumming, I stopped. After I pulled back from the brink of orgasm, I started again with a new fantasy.

I was relishing the fantasies in my head, wishing Cindy still wanted to be with Steve. I didn't realize how long I had been in the shower when the water started to get cold. "Holy shit! How long was I in here?" With a few more frantic strokes I exploded. I was drained, both physically and emotionally.

I spent the next few minutes scrubbing my legs as the cum coagulated and got caught on the hairs on my thigh and calf. I had to laugh.

I dried off and got dressed as quickly as possible. As I walked out of the bathroom, I kept hoping no one would ask why I took so long in the shower.

As I walked down the hall, I heard the refrigerator door open and the sink turn on simultaneously. Sara and Pete were no where to be found and as I walked in the living room, I saw Cindy washing a glass and Steve peering into the refrigerator. There was an obvious tension in the air, but I didn't say anything.

I really didn't know what to think but the possibilities raced through my mind. I casually walked and sat on the couch and asked, "Did your parents go to bed?"

Cindy turned to look at me and said, "Yeah. You just missed them. They said to tell you goodnight."

Steve took a beer out of the fridge and sat at the dining table, on the opposite side of the room. He opened the beer can, his eyes focused on me. My eyes locked on his and then looked away... then back on him and then back away. I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to engage or not in his domination game. He smirked as the beer lowered from his mouth.

He looked back to look at Cindy who kept her eyes in the sink.

Cindy turned off the sink, walked out of the kitchen, and said, "Alright. My turn to rinse off all the grime from today." She rounded the corner and headed down the hall, never looking my way. It could be my imagination, but it looked like a guilty conscience.

Steve and I remained silent as we heard the doors open and close. Then we heard the shower turn on and after a minute Cindy yell, "Thanks for all the cold water."

"Sorry," I yelled back.

The seconds felt like minutes. Steve kept drinking his beer and all I wanted was to ask if anything happened while I was showering but doing so would admit my thoughts.

I was startled out of my thoughts.

"Aren't you curious?" Steve asked in a hushed voice.

"About what?" I responded. Could he read my thoughts? Was I that transparent.

He chuckled, "Really?! Exactly what you can't stop thinking about... Did something happen?"

I closed my eyes for a brief second and with a whispered sigh said, "Yes. I am." I couldn't pretend I didn't want to know.

"So, ask me. Ask me exactly what you want to know," he said.

"Did anything happen while I was in the shower?" I asked with a mild tremble in my voice.

Steve leaned forward, holding is beer. He took a sip and smiled before he began talking.

"Yep, her parents went to bed."

"Sorry, did you mean to ask something else? Go ahead," he said with look of satisfaction and sarcasm.

"Did anything happen between you and Cindy?" I asked again, resigned to his game.

"Almost. If only I had five more minutes, hhhhmmmm," he said and then sat back up.

I was waiting for him to say more but he was waiting for me to ask. He wanted expose how desperate I was to find out. It worked.

"Nothing happened?" I asked.

"I didn't say 'nothing happened.' I said 'almost.' If you didn't come out, oh yeah!"

Again silence.

"Just tell me!" I exclaimed without raising my voice.

"When her parents left, she didn't say a word. She was trying so hard to ignore me. She stood up and went to the kitchen. I asked her to get me a beer and she didn't respond. I asked again and she ignored me," he scoffed. "So I went into the kitchen and there she was standing at the pantry in the backroom, holding the door open, just staring into it."

He took another sip of beer.

"Don't think she was really looking at anything. I walked up behind her and pressed my body against her. She took a step forward and I pressed up against her again. She didn't say anything at first but as soon as my hand wrapped around her waist and slid up to cup her firm tit, she grabbed my hand."

"Did you miss that? I went up slowly and she never stopped me until I was about to grab her tit. Then she says, 'I told you I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to hurt Mike.'"

"But she didn't pull away which told me everything I needed to know. I lowered my hands until they were on her hips. Still not pulling away. Then I pulled her into my cock. I rubbed up and down her ass," he said and paused to take another sip.

"Guess what? Still didn't pull away. Oh man, was she liking it," he said with a huge smile. "Then she turned around and told me she couldn't do this. Again she said, 'Mike will hate me.'"

I was realizing again how my body began to tremble as I listened. I was getting tunnel vision as I stared at him. I was hanging on every word.

"I just looked right at her. Guess what? She didn't move. Then I told her I didn't believe her. I said, 'You still think of me every time that small dick husband of yours tries to fuck you, don't you?.' Do you know what she said?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Nothing. Don't that say it all," he whispered as if conveying a secret to me.

"Then I said, 'You know Mike can't stop thinking about you and me. He thinks about me fucking you every time he uses his little pecker with you.' She didn't deny it, she asked, 'How do you know?'"

My eyes flared open

"I told her that was a conversation she needs to have with you."

I felt the blood drain from my face. My whole world was crumbling, and I would have to explain why I had a conversation with him and didn't tell her. He fucked me. He fucked me over good!

"Then I went down like I was gonna kiss her and she didn't pull away, she just closed her eyes. But I didn't kiss her. Nope. I got right up to her ear and whispered, 'I bet you are thinking of taking my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.' All I heard was her moan... then you fucken came out the shower."

He took a pause and continued, "Still think she really wanted to stop?"

Steve stood up, drank the last of his beer, and walked to the kitchen to throw the can out. As he walked back, he came directly towards me, and I sat back on the couch. I didn't know what to expect but he stopped right in front of me. He grabbed his cock through his shorts right at my eye level, and I could see his girth and the fabric wrapped around it. He wanted me to see his cock. He squeezed it a couple of times and said, "You figure it out. I'm heading to bed. You know which room I'm in." He walked away down the hall.

I sat on the couch for a good 5 minutes calming myself down. My mind was all over the place. What could I do? What did she want?

I was always a timid guy when it came to girls. I struggled to hold conversations with girls ever since I can remember. I never found the courage to ask a girl to dance at any party from 8th grade through high school. I found it impossible to engage in conversations with girls I found attractive. It even took me two years to ask Cindy out on date and that was only because everyone had already made it obviously clear to her that I was interested.

Even while dating her, we sat right here on opposite couches and talked about kissing for forty-five minutes before she realized I wasn't going to pull the trigger. She ended up coming over and kissing me. It was the only aspect of my life I had a complete lack of confidence.

As I reclaimed my wits, I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I glanced towards the back room where the pantry door was still open and pictured what Steve had described. I took out a beer, popped it open, and chugged it down faster than I had ever done before. Some of it dripped down my chin and onto my shirt.

The shower stopped and I knew Cindy would be coming out shortly.

I gathered all the courage and had to decide. If I was wrong about this, I would pay a lofty price. But at this moment, my hormones were in control. All the facts were steering me in one direction and the more I thought about Cindy and Steve, the more I thought I was right.

I walked down the hall and into our bedroom, leaving the door open. I sat at the edge of the bed as each second ticked by. "God, she was taking forever!"

Then I heard the clicking of the bathroom door unlocking and Cindy opened the door. I bolted up and walked through the door and confronted her as she was coming out of the bathroom. She was startled as I embraced her and began kissing. We were locked in a moment of absolute lust. I pushed her against the hallway wall and continued this unbridled passionate moment.

My hand slipped down her shorts and as my fingers slid inside of her, she let out a moan. And another.

I didn't have to warm her up, she was already dripping wet, and my guess was it happened at the pantry. She started to writhe against the wall as she gripped my arm. Was she trying to stop me or tell me she wanted more?

"We can't stay here," she whimpered. "My parents will hear us."

She wasn't wrong. Her parents' door was an arm's reach away and I could see their bedroom light was on from underneath the door.

I pulled away from her for a moment and looked at her longingly. She had a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a blue 'Bahamas' tank top. Her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders and I could immediately tell how aroused she was. Her nipples pushing through the fabric of the wet shirt.

I reached up with my hand and started to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her breasts were the most sensitive part of her body. Her eyes closed and a long sigh escaped her lips. She was lost in the moment. I couldn't really remember anything at this point as all I kept trying to figure out was 'What do I do now?'

I snapped back to the present when she said, "Not here... lets go to the room." My hands had lifted her shirt as they cupped both breasts, fondling them and pinching her nipples. I let her shirt drop back down and embraced her in another kiss. Her arms were wrapped around me as I turned her around. She took a few steps backward as I guided her towards our bedroom. Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock over my shorts.

"Mmm! Look who's so hard," she whispered. "My big boy wants to play."

I know she didn't mean it, but at that moment I felt patronized. I was picturing Steve grabbing his thick cock over his shorts, inches from my face. My cock was nowhere his length or thickness. Steve's cock wasn't a porn length cock but compared to my 4 inches, it was substantial and way, way thicker.

To this day I will never know what came over me. Was it the beer? Was it Steve's taunting conversation? Was it my long shower fantasies?

"You like it?" I asked.

"MmmmHmmm." She said with a devious smile.

We took another step backward as she looked down at her hand stroking my cock over the fabric. She made an "Oh My!" expression which only made me realize she was just trying to make me feel good. We both knew the truth.

"Do you want it inside of you?" I asked but before she could answer, I asked another question. "Or would you like Steve's cock inside of you?" I realized I never really used 'cock' to talk about my own penis with Cindy but I always referred to Steve's as a cock.

She obviously didn't expect me to ask that question at that moment. I caught her off guard and she had no idea how to respond. Her hand stopped stroking for the briefest of a moment and I said, "I know what you really want, what you really need."

I don't know if her eyes were showing confusion or guilt.

Before she could say anything, I leaned in and kissed her again. She didn't let go of my cock and we took another step backwards. I had already turned her towards the bedroom door and took another step, pushing the door open. Once we were inside the door of the bedroom, I spun her around.

I heard Cindy's stifled gasp. Steve's eyes were locked on Cindy. He was laying on one of the two twin beds which looked so small for such a large man. He had a smile of utter satisfaction. He just laid there watching.

Cindy turned to face me and said, "Mike, what? I didn't..." and with that I turned her around again to face Steve.

I whispered in her ear, "Go ahead, tell me you don't want this."

I leaned to side ever slightly to see her face. She was looking at Steve but what caught my attention was her tongue parting her lips, ever slowly wetting them.

"That's my man!" said Steve. "You do have a pair of balls after all."

Cindy turned her head as I held her in an embrace from behind. "What?" she asked, still confused.

She expected me to answer but instead Steve did. She turned to face him.

"I told you that Mike wants you to be happy. Isn't that right, Mike?" he asked me.

In a hushed voice I said, "yes."

"Sorry Mike, I couldn't hear you and I want to make sure Cindy hears you too."

"Yes!" I said louder.

"Mike, what do you want her to be?" he asked.

I didn't know what to answer.

"Cindy, I'll show you what he wants you to be," he answered for me.

"Mike, she needs a little attention. Can you get her ready."

It was like I was in a trance. I began to caress her breasts as I stood pressed up against her from behind. She didn't stop me. I kept squeezing and cupping her breasts. She leaned back against me and could feel her breathing quicken.

I stared at Steve, and he nodded approvingly.

My hands slid under her shirt and lifted it up until her breasts were exposed. I looked down and could see her nipples between my fingers, the edge of her shirt around the nape of her neck, her eyes closed. I never felt so aroused as I was exposing my wife to another man, getting her turned on as they watched. I kept this up for a few minutes and noticed Steve nod towards Cindy as if gesturing to me. I realized what he wanted me to do.

My hands glided down her stomach and into the top edge of her shorts. I pushed down and leaned down a little until her shorts were around her thighs. Cindy stood up straight and locked focus with Steve. I stood up again and reaching over with one hand, continued what I had started in the hallway. My fingers rubbed her clit, eliciting soft moans. As I pushed inside of her, I felt her legs part. Her left foot took a wider stance.

Holy shit. She was exposing herself clearly for him to see what I was doing. She was smiling at him. Her eyes opening and closing in rhythm with my finger. She reached up and grabbed her breast as I continued to 'get her ready.' Her moans became more audible. Suddenly she became aware of just how loud she was getting.

"My parents?!" she said.

I stopped and turned her around to kiss her one more time.

"Mike! Tell Cindy," Steve said, interrupting our kiss.

I pulled back and looked at her.

"Go ahead. Tell her. We shouldn't have secrets," he emphasized.

"I can't stop thinking about you and him," I said without hesitation.

"Really?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, I think about you two all the time. I love you more than anything but when it comes to sex, I know I'm not what you want. I know you want this. I want this!" I answered.

"You really want this? You don't hate me for this?" she asked.

I kissed her again.

"Turn her around," Steve instructed as if he was a director and we his puppets.

I did as he asked.

"Cindy. Now you tell him," he directed at her.

"I want this," she responded with reservation.

"Oh no. Tell him like you mean it."

"I want his cock," she answered.

"What else?" he asked.

There was a pause and then she answered, "I am his slut."

"Mike! Are you good with that?" he asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Yes, what?" he asked.

"Yes, I want her to be your slut," I said and then I thought for a brief moment and as if having held it inside for so long, I poured out my confession. "I want her to be your slut. I need her to be your slut. She is yours."

"Oh man! Did you hear that, Cindy?" he asked with a smirk. "I think he just told you that your little cunt is all mine. I can do whatever I want with it. Did you hear that?"

"Yes," she said.

"Well, is it? Is it all mine?"

"Yes," she said again.

"Mike. Undress her," he said.

I lifted her shirt, and she raised her arms to let me take it off. I dropped the shirt on the second bed. Then I pulled down her shorts the rest of the way and she lifted each foot, one at a time so I could remove them. I dropped them on the bed and was about to turn around when Steve said, "take them with you... she won't need them."

I picked them up and as I turned around, Cindy kissed me and softly said, "I love you!"

I left the room, closed the door and disappeared into our bedroom. I noticed her parent's bedroom light was still on and couldn't help but wonder if they heard any of what had happened.

I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. I didn't hear anything for a while and my curiousity was killing me. I crawled out of the bed and sat by the wall between our rooms. My ear was pressed against the cold wall, and I could hear a muffled conversation, the occasional giggle, and silence. And then it started. The creaking old bed and the squealing of the springs.

The unmistakable of sounds of Cindy moaning. As they got louder, they became muffled. Was he covering her mouth with his hand, was he holding a pillow against her face, pushing her face into the mattress. The imagery swarmed in my mind. All the time, there I was, sitting by the wall like a pathetic cuck, jerking off. I literally handed my wife to man she admittedly has no power to say 'no' to.

After a while there would be silence and out of exhaustion I would crawl back to bed and fall asleep only to be woken up some time later to the sounds of the squeaking springs on that mattress. I swear, I think that mattress must have been 20 years old.

Occasionally, Cindy would let out a scream which was soon muffled, but you could still hear. It was broken by a rhythm, perhaps the thrusts of his cock. No sooner I would start jerking off again. I was pretty sure her parents must have heard something. This went of for at least three times before I fell asleep for the last time.

I was suddenly woken up by the sound of our bedroom door closing. I had left our bedroom light on and after a moment of adjusting to the light, saw Cindy, completely naked, walking towards our bed. Despite her obvious exhaustion, she had a tender smile as she looked at me.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes partially shut. She crawled on the bed and then leaned over to give me a kiss. There I was stark naked lying over the comforter of our bed, start naked. It didn't take a great deal of imagination for her to wonder what I had been doing all night.

She collapsed on me. Her arm wrapped across my chest, her left leg over mine, and her head nuzzled under my neck. She fell asleep. I glanced over at the nightstand clock and saw the time; 5:24 AM. Even after all these years, I have never forgotten that number and have used it as my pin on several occasions. I too fell asleep.

I woke up with the sunlight peering through our window. Cindy had shifted off me and was lying on her back next to me. I sat up to admire her and take in every detail of her ravaged body. Just a few hours ago, this beautiful woman was being worshiped and desecrated by her ex, and I know she loved every minute of it. Now I'm next to her loving every minute of it.

It took a few minutes to remove the sleep from my eyes to notice the evidence of what had transpired I the room next door. There were marks on her breasts, visible hickeys. I loved seeing her tan lines, the contrast of her creamy white skin and her slightly tanned skin. But now, her white breasts were covered in hickeys. Again, I was amazed at the simple fact that in our bedroom, anytime I squeezed her breasts too hard or even tried to suck her nipples with a bit of gusto, she would yelp and ask me to stop.

As I reached over to gently caress her stomach and her breasts, hoping she would wake, I felt something, and a realization popped up. I leaned in as my eyesight wasn't the best so I could confirm. Dried cum. It was on her breasts and her stomach. Then I pulled back and saw it on the side of her head, tangled in her long black hair. Looking down I also saw more dried cum all over her pubic hair. He wanted to make sure I saw it.

Cindy opened her eyes and pulled me down to kiss her. It was intense. It was amazing.

"What was that?" she asked me with a smile.

"What was what?" I asked back.

"Last night, did that really happen?" she asked.

"Yes. Did you like it?" I asked.

"MmmmHmmmm," she said as she went back to kissing me.

Then she sat up on the bed and looked down to realize the same things I was admiring. "Oh my god. I gotta get cleaned up. Then she saw the hickeys and said, "I guess I can't wear my bathing suit today."

I softly traced the marks on her breasts and asked if it hurt and she said, "Yeah, but in a good way." I wanted to object and say, "Why can't I do that?" but I knew it was not the right time or place.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked.

"I don't really know," she answered and looked up trying to figure it out. "I think he came three times, but he kept stopping in between and doing other things," she replied.

"Like what?"

"You know, stuff," she answered.

I wasn't sure if she didn't want to say it, so I asked again, "What is STUFF?"

"He likes to watch me touch myself. He also likes fingering me a lot. I don't know, he just likes changing it up during sex. It makes it last longer, I guess."

"Did you guys talk about me?" I finally asked not wanting to seem needy.

"Uh, yeah," she laughed. "I'll tell you all about it later, but I really need to take a shower before mom and dad see me like this. She made a hand gesture directing attention to her whole body.

My expression must have betrayed my inner thoughts because she asked, "What's wrong babe?"

"I was hoping to have some fun," I asked. I realized I said it in a most pathetic way and wondered where my confidence from last night went.

"Oh babe. I don't think I could do anything right now. I am so sore. But I can do something Steve suggested," she said in an inquisitive way.

"What?" I asked hesitantly.

She pushed me down on the bed and leaned down to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she wrapped her leg over my head and straddled my face. Her matted pubic hair pushed up against my mouth. She bore down, grinding up and down until her hair parted and her lips touched my lips. My hands reached around her and grasped her thighs. My mouth opened to take everything in.

She gyrated her groin on my face, my nose pressing against her clit, my tongue licked everything it touched. She was aggressive. She was nasty as she held my head in place. I was caught in a whirlwind of, I don't even know how to define it.

"Do you like it? Do you like what you did to me?" she said in a low enough voice that no one could hear but it was intense.

I muffled the word, "Yes!"

"This is all you, babe? Get it all, babe."

I could smell the cum on her. It was slightly repulsive. I could taste it... I think. I wasn't sure. It was all happening so fast.

She slid up a little and I found my nose at the bottom of her pussy.

"Lick it honey. Please lick it," she begged.

I realized the only thing I could like was her ass. This was the first time I ever licked her ass. In fact the first time I was allowed anywhere near her ass. She would also tell me it was an 'only exit' spot and didn't even like my finger brushing near it.

Then she slid back.

She reached down and using her fingers, parted her lips to make sure I could get deep inside her. I looked up and her eyes were watching me eat her out. Her mouth was parted, a subtle smile appeared. She was loving this. She was really loving this control.

"He said you'd love this. I guess he was right about you. You really do love this don't you?" she asked.

I nodded as I continued to push my tongue deeper.

She closed her eyes and, while holding her lips apart, thrusted her hips into my face.

And just as quickly as she straddled me, she jumped off me, gave me a quick kiss, opened the door to peak, making sure no one was there, and ran into the shower.

"What on God's green earth just happened?" is all I could say.

I was so wound up I had no choice but to jerk off one more time. I barely had any cum left and my testicles were sore.

After recovering from everything that happened, I got out of bed and got dressed. Cindy was still in the shower, so I walked to the living room to find Sara preparing eggs.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning, Hon. Did you have a good night sleep?"

"Yep. Thanks for asking. How was yours?" I asked.

"Good. But not as good as yours apparently," she said with a wink.

Oh My God! I was mortified. Did her mom hear everything that happened last night? Does she think it was me and Cindy? I've never been so embarrassed, nor did I ever have her 'ultra conservative mom' allude to anything sexual. She didn't even crack a joke about our honeymoon and her lingerie.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything to Cindy," she laughed. "Do you want any breakfast?"

I couldn't even look up at her. "No thanks."

I went outside and saw Pete wiping his boat down and realized Steve's boat was gone.

"Did Steve leave?" I asked.

Pete responded, "Yep. Left about 15 minutes ago. Said he had a long day ahead of him."

Cindy spent the rest of the day being very loving and cuddly. She curled up next to me on the boat ride, held my hand as we sat on the Adirondack chairs, and continuously gave me pop kisses. At one point she discretely pulled down her shirt to show me the hickey above her right nipple. She covered her mouth as if gesturing an embarrassing moment.

On the way home, Cindy made a confession to me. As her parents were in the front seats of the car, she leaned over and whispered that her dad pulled her aside and was embarrassed because he felt he had to apologize to Steve. Apparently, her parents heard all the sounds last night and guessed it was Cindy and I. He figured if they heard it so did Steve, so this morning as they had coffee, he apologized on our behalf. Steve said he heard the sounds and said, "Ahh, to be a newlywed in love."