Our Guilty Pleasures

Our Guilty Pleasures

Scratching that primeval itch we all seem to have.

"Cindy," I asked, walking into our bedroom.

She was already in bed and reading an article in Cosmopolitan. "Yes," she answered, not looking up from the page.

"Just curious--that's all," I said, holding my laptop in my hand. "Have you been looking at porn on my computer?"

She jerked her head to face me. As our eyes met, she didn't immediately say anything, but a rosy blush filled her face.

"Oh, I don't care--really," I quickly assured her. The truth of the matter was that I watch porn on almost a daily basis, and if it was also something she enjoyed, well we might as well watch it together.

"I was trying to reset the password on our Netflix account--and you know, the passwords are all on your laptop," she began to explain. "And when I opened up your computer, it had been left on a porno site. So, I was just surfing around to see what you had been watching."

Shit--I remembered now. I have an OnlyFans account, and although I always try to log off every time, I sometimes get interrupted and forget to do so. This must have been one of those occasions. I was now the one blushing as she had obviously discovered my guilty pleasure.

Trying to control her embarrassment, Cindy continued. "I wanted to see what you had been watching, and then I became intrigued and started surfing around myself."

I dropped the laptop on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Did you find anything you liked?" I coolly inquired.

Placing her magazine on the bedside table, she smiled and replied, "Yes. I liked the swinger pages, and I guess I also like the pages that dealt with cockolds."

Now sitting on the bed and removing my shoes and socks, I asked, "Well, is that something you're interested in?"

There was a slight pause before she said, "When we were in Europe last year, we talked about going to a swingers' club. And though we ended up not doing it, I've been wondering what experience we missed ever since." I stood to drop by pants, and now standing in front of her naked, she smiled and added, "It might have been fun."

I slipped into bed and snuggled up next to her. She was wearing a short nightie and nothing else, and I was bare ass naked. We had not had sex in several days, and I for one was ready, willing and able. Picking up my computer and flipping it open, I said, "Show me what you were watching." My OnlyFans account was still logged in and was the last page she had watched. Though I had to refresh the screen, it was one of a European sex club with several couples all engaged in various acts of sexual gratification. After watching together for a minute or two, I asked, "So, is this something you'd be interested in?"

She snuggled closer to me and began to run her hand down my chest and across my belly. "Maybe," she coyly replied. "Would you?"

She was starting to stroke me at this point, and I knew discretion was required. "Well, as long as we do it together. I wouldn't do it without you there."

This must have been the answer she was hoping for, because she immediately jumped from the bed and ran to the kitchen. Our refrigerator has a crushed ice feature, and I could hear her crushing ice. Moments later, she returned with a tumbler of crushed ice, which she placed on her bedside table. Then, pulling her nightie off over her head, she slipped back into bed and filled her mouth with crushed ice. I knew the treat I was about to receive, and I was truly as excited as she was.

With her mouth now full of ice, Cindy wiggled down under the covers. I was about to receive an Elsa on my most prized appendage, which had grown tall and proud in anticipation of the Royal Fire and Ice treatment I knew I was about to receive. Cindy's mouth would provide the ice, and in no time at all, I would provide the fire with my hot blast of man custard. Cindy was on her knees, hunched over my midsection, which allowed me the opportunity to diddle her sweet spot. She must have been as horny as I was, for it was only minutes until we both reached our respective rewards. And as I filled her mouth, her sweet juices filled the palm of my hand and ran down the inner thigh of her leg.

As Cindy's mouth still had some residual ice in it, she couldn't swallow everything, so to keep from making the wet spot we had already generated bigger, she quickly sat up and spit what was left into the plastic tumbler. Still panting like a racehorse, she quickly wiggled back under the covers and snuggled up again. I restarted the video that had been playing, and we resumed watching. "Do you like this?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's okay. But they're all pros. Personally, I prefer the amateur stuff better," I replied.

"Show me," she said as her hand slid back down my torso.

I typed in amateur swingers in the search bar and hit Return. The screen filled with possible choices, and we selected one together. It had clearly been shot in someone's home. And although there were no kids in the footage, the family dog did make several unwanted appearances, only to be repeatedly pushed away. This got both of us laughing, and Cindy finally said, "It looks like fun."

I turned to her and said, "Sweetheart, if this is something you think you might be interested in, I'll leave it up to you. You know how horny I am, and if you want to spread our love around, I'm sure I'd be up for it."

We watched several more videos before Cindy asked, "So, what's a cockold?"

I wasn't positive, but I ventured a guess. "I'm not sure, but I think it's a woman who has affairs with her husband's knowledge."

"You mean she cheats on her husband?"

"No, I think it means he is either aware of it and approves. Or, he is aware and either can't or won't do anything to stop it," I explained.

"So, is it like a dominatrix or humiliation thing?" Cindy asked.

I typed cockold into the search bar and hit Return. "Let's see," I said.

Again, the screen was filled with options. Most of them appeared to have been recorded in Europe, and there was an element of humiliation associated with them. But we clicked on one that seemed to be American and filmed in a mediocre motel room. A middle-aged woman was lying flat on her back, legs spread, and being aggressively plowed by some young stud, while another guy, probably the husband, was sitting in a nearby armchair, masturbating. All three of them were bare ass naked and the scene appeared to be totally voluntary by all parties involved.

"Do you like that?" I enquired after watching about ten minutes of it.

She slowly answered, "I don't know." But when I looked over at her, her eyes were glued to the screen. I didn't say anything, but it was pretty clear that she was at least interested. I snapped the laptop closed, turned off the light, and without another word, rolled between her legs and inserted myself. As it had only been fifteen minutes since my last orgasm, I was able to last a good eight to ten minutes, which was long enough to ring her bell at least two more times.

Exhausted and staring up at the dark ceiling, and breathing like I had run a marathon, I wheezed, "I'll leave it up to you. If you want to make some new friends, I'm on board."

She didn't say anything, and soon we were both fast asleep.

The topic had not come up again, but about six weeks later, I received a lovely text while I was at work. It was nothing but a string of heart emojis, and I assumed it was related to our passionate bedroom activities the night before. She had given me the Fire and Ice treatment, and she always loved it as much as I did. So, I sent her the ice, flame, and kiss emojis. I felt that was appropriate, considering Cindy is a teacher and would still have been at school. I wasn't surprised when she didn't text back, and I assumed that was the end of it.

When I got home, she had already poured two glasses of wine for us and handed me one as I walked in the door. "I have a surprise for you," she beamed as we clinked glasses.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "And what would that be?"

"Remember, when we talked about going to a swingers party?"

"Yeah," I responded casually as I took my first sip of wine.

"Well, we're going to one Saturday night," she squealed.

I almost choked on my wine. "Oh, really," I said. "And how did that come about?"

"Well, not at school, of course, but I've been checking out swingers' clubs here in town, and I think I've found one we might like."

She was clearly excited, but I was not quite so sure. "Let me show you what I found." Cindy led me to the couch and directed my attention to the website she had open on her laptop. "What do you think?" she said with a naughty smile.

I quickly scanned the photos and tried to read the text while she eagerly awaited my response. "Looks promising," I said. The website was called Wang and Cooters, and based on the photos, it appeared to feature about a half-dozen couples, all of whom seemed to be middle-aged professionals. The pictures were taken over a period of time, as they were at different private homes, with the participants in various stages of dress and engaged in activities ranging from socializing fully clothed to partying completely naked. And the fully nude couples were actively engaged in all sorts of carnal pursuits. Their faces were all blurred, but they all appeared to be of normal height, weight and in good health.

"Do you want to try it?" Cindy impatiently inquired, and I nodded my agreement. I wasn't as excited about it as she was, but I'll admit I was curious.

Cindy immediately sprang to her keyboard and typed out an inquiry to their web page contact block. She didn't show it to me before she sent it, but she had included a photo of us together on the beach in Mexico. The picture was a favorite of ours, as we are both well-tanned, buff, and completely topless. Now we did have our bottoms on, but the message was clear.

The next morning, before work, we had a response. It was an Evite to their next party. The enclosed attachment gave the basic rules.

It was couples only, no singles and no uninvited guests. It was a BYOB event with an appetizer to share. Gentlemen must wear a condom during all intimate activities. Rude or offensive behavior would not be tolerated. Please bring $40 per couple for cleaning costs. And the most important rule of all, NO MEANS NO, in all caps.

The Evite also included some additional photos. The pictures on their website had all the faces blurred. These were not, and though there were no crotch shots, there was no doubt as to the activities we could expect at one of their parties.

On the night of the party, Cindy was in a particularly festive mood. I still had my doubts, but her effervescent spirit kept my reservations in check. We ate a light dinner before vigorously showering and dressing in clothing that we felt would be easy to take off--easy to put on. The Evite said to arrive at eight sharp and not to be late. As it was our first time, we made sure to observe all the rules and the time schedule.

Arriving at the designated house at seven-fifty-five, assuming five minutes early, was better than five minutes late. We were warmly welcomed by our host, who introduced themselves as Carl and Rhonda. The house was much nicer than I had expected. It was located in an older neighborhood, characterized by large lots and tree-lined lawns. Our hosts led us to the kitchen, where we left the artichoke dip that Cindy had made, and I added our wine and Jack Daniels to the growing selection of bottles.

As there were already several other couples present, Carl redirected his attention to them while Rhonda gave us a tour of the house. First was the massive family room, featuring two distinct seating areas, each with a sectional sofa and cozy armchairs. Rhonda then led us back to the bedrooms. Two were available for the party and were furnished with king-size beds fitted with clean sheets and a scattering of pillows. I should add that a basket of condoms, bottles of water, and clean towels were placed beside each bed, but little else.

Back in the family room, all six other couples had arrived, and as we were the new couple, Carl made the introductions. I repeated each name as I shook their hands, but seconds later, I had forgotten them all. Most of the couples were older than us, but they didn't appear to be our parents' age, so that was fine. Older and wiser, I thought to myself. And all appeared attractive, especially the women.

For the first fifteen or twenty minutes, it seemed like any typical cocktail party. We all mingled, shook hands again and chatted about various hobbies and careers. However, around eight-twenty or so, couples seemed to be pairing up, and not with their spouses. Cindy had already found someone she was interested in, as they were sitting together on the couch. Cocktail glasses hovering near their lips, eyes locked on each other, and hands rapidly exploring each other's bodies. I could not remember his name, but he was already pawing Cindy's breasts, and she was actively rubbing his crotch.

Was I jealous? Strangely... no. I was curious to see how far they would go, right there in the family room, in front of everyone and how fast. But I was soon distracted by a tap on my shoulder. As I turned to see who it was, it was likely the only woman left in the room who had not yet paired up with someone. And I had no idea why. Though probably ten years older than me, she was quite attractive. With straight dark auburn hair, cut shoulder-length and curled under towards her chin. She was wearing lipstick to match, and it beautifully accented her dark, piercing eyes.

"I'm Bonnie," she said as our eyes met.

"Yes, Bonnie," I repeated. "I'm Ron." I extended my hand to shake hers, but instead of accepting it, she leaned toward me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Would you like to try another room?" she whispered in my ear.

My interest in what Cindy was doing vanished in an instant, as I'm sure that was Bonnie's intention. She led us to one of the bedrooms, and as we sat on the bed, she took our drinks and placed them on the nearby bedside table. Bonnie was not a woman of many words, but that's not to say her lips weren't busy. We soon found ourselves acting like teenagers, and it was exciting.

Bonnie was an excellent kisser, and just like Cindy and her new friend, I was soon fondling her bodacious boobies, and she was running her hand up and down my crotch. I was as hard as a rock, and she knew it. Still locked at the lips, she began unbuttoning my shirt, and once she was done with that, she pushed me to my back. She quickly slid off the bed, unbuckled my belt, yanked down the zipper, and wiggled my pants from my body.

As I was now naked, except for my socks and my unbuttoned shirt, she quickly undressed herself and rejoined me on the bed, now as naked as the day she was born. At first, we resumed kissing, but it wasn't long before her interest began to move south. Breaking our kiss, her lips soon began a sensuous series of traveling kisses across my face, down my neck and my chest to my eagerly awaiting joystick. Bonnie wasted no time in engulfing me until her nose was buried in my freshly trimmed pubes. Her mouth was the wettest thing I had ever felt. And watching her dark red lips effortlessly slide up and down my glistening pole, I knew I wouldn't last long. "You're going to make me cum," I finally wheezed.

Again, she didn't say a word but allowed me to slip from her mouth. But instead of allowing me to rest, she swung her leg over my midsection and sat down. I assume she was going to fuck me cowgirl style, but remembering the rules, I asked, "Aren't we supposed to use a condom?"

"Don't worry," she said with a smile, "I'm not going to fuck you. I want to watch you cum."

And with that, she began sliding up and down my purple phallus. I pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it under my head. Still wearing my open shirt, I watched in amazement her sopping wet pussy lips sliding back and forth. This entire time, her massive boobs were dangling only inches from my face, and as I'm sure you can imagine, it didn't take long for my just rewards to come. And cum they did. I shot wave after wave of hot man cream up my chest, almost to my neck.

"Good boy," she purred, "good boy."

I could barely speak, but I managed to wheeze, "You did all the work. I just lay here and did nothing."

She scooted down off my legs, and as I moved up the bed, she asked, "Can you go again?"

Still trying to catch my breath, I was able to say, "I think so, but I'll need a little manual encouragement."

"Oh, I bet I can handle that," she alluringly teased. Bonnie grabbed a towel to clean us both up a bit, then, after sitting up to finish our drinks, she went back to work. She stroked me for a good ten minutes while we resumed kissing. Then she tenderly sucked on me for another good five to six minutes. Once I was properly revived, she sat up, pulled a condom from the bedside basket, and expertly rolled it on. Safely encasing my pleasure pole in latex.

Now the pressure was on for me to please her as successfully as she had satisfied me. I felt a little intimidated, but as she rolled to her back and spread her legs, what I needed to do was clear. The door to the bedroom was open, and as I moved into position between Bonnie's knees, I noticed another couple watching us. But for some reason, it didn't bother me. However, it did put a little additional pressure on me to perform.

As my tower of power settled deeply into her tunnel of love, I felt invigorated. Bonnie felt fresh to me. Wet, slippery, and warm. Yet snug and comforting at the same time. I moved my arms behind her legs, and as I brought her knees to her chest, the other couple slowly entered the room and cautiously sat on the bed beside us. I knew they were there, but I was busy. I'm sure my face was red, because it certainly felt hot, and beads of sweat were dripping from my brow. But glancing over at them, I realized that the guy was lying on his back, and the woman was warming him up with a blow job.

I glanced back at Bonnie, and I realized she was about to cum. I sank my pelvis deep into her groin several more times, and Bingo! She started shaking and squirming, and I felt a rush of fluids squirt from her loins. Her climax quickly brought on my own, and as I released her legs from behind my arms, I collapsed onto her chest. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me so tightly she almost squeezed the breath from me. But at that point, I didn't seem to care.

Slowly, she released her grip, allowing me to slide to her side, away from the other couple on the bed. The other woman was now on top of her companion as she rode him like a crazed cowgirl. Lying side by side with them, we watched the other couple for several minutes. Bonnie even took the other guy's hand and held it tightly, leading me to think that he may have been her husband. Eventually, Bonnie and I rolled from the bed, allowing the other couple to finish on their own.

Starke naked, we both wandered back into the family room. I think Bonnie headed for the bar, but I couldn't help but notice Cindy and her friend still at it. They were also both fully nude, and he had her bent over the arm of the couch. They both had their feet on the floor, and he was pounding her from behind--doggy style.

The weird thing was that I wasn't jealous. I felt a warm glow of satisfaction knowing that she was enjoying herself and was comfortable in the knowledge that she would still be going home with me that night, excited to show me all the new things she had learned. And to my great relief--that is precisely what happened.

In the car, driving home that night, I knew Cindy was dying to ask me, "Well--did you like it?"

I smiled and replied, "Well, yes and no."

"Okay, tell me what you liked," she inquired.

"I liked seeing you happy. Seeing you being pleased--pleased me," I said sincerely.

She took my hand and squeezed it. "And what didn't you like?"

I thought for a moment. "I think what I didn't like was being watched. I enjoy watching people having sex, but I'm just not crazy about people watching me."

"I get that," she said as she squeezed my hand again. "We don't have to do it again."

"I didn't say that," I protested. "I just need to get my head around having an audience."

We thanked the Wang and Cooters Club for the awesome party, but politely declined the next several Evites. But I knew Cindy was still interested. Sitting at a local bar six months later, during a company happy hour, a thought came to me. Cindy had expressed interest in a cockold experience. Maybe that could be the best of both worlds. She could get what she wanted, and I could watch. I'm three years older than Cindy, and when we met, I was far more experienced in matters of the opposite sex than she was. And perhaps it was only fair that I let her catch up.

There was this guy I knew. He worked in our building, but not in my office. I knew he was single, and I knew that he considered himself to be quite the stud. I wondered if Cindy would like him. I ran into him in the elevator several days later and invited him to happy hour after work.

With cold beers in hand, I got my nerve up and asked, "So, Mason, are you seeing anybody right now?"

"No," he responded, still looking at the sports TV above the bar. "No one in particular. Why?"

Taking a swig of my beer first, I said, "Well, I may have someone for you."

"Oh really," he replied, taking his eyes from the TV. "Who might that be?"

My phone was lying face down on the bar. I flipped it over and tapped the screen. My home screen was a picture of Cindy, and I just slid it over for him to see.

"Ohh, nice," he said. "Who is it?"

"It's my wife. Do you think you'd like to screw her?"

"Your wife! What the fuck, are you two breaking up are something?"

"Oh no--no, nothing like that. It's just that she likes to experience other guys from time to time. And I'm okay with it, as long as I can watch."

"That's kind of weird, man. Let me think about it," he slowly said.

"Hand me your phone," I said. He did, unlocking it first. "Here's her number. I'll tell her that you might call. And the two of you can work it out."

As I slid his phone back to him, he still looked reluctant. But that only encouraged me. I didn't want him to date my wife. I just wanted him to fuck her--as long as I could watch him do it.

When I got home, I told Cindy all about it, and she seemed genuinely excited. Two days later, when I got home, pouring myself a glass of wine, she said, "Well, you'll never guess who called me today?"

"Mason?" I suggested.

"Yes, and guess what?"

I knew what, but I asked anyway. "You're going to fuck him."

"Yep," she beamed. He sent me a picture, and I sent him one back, and it's all set."

I hugged her, knowing she was excited, before asking, "When and where?"

"Oh, that's for you to work out. I was thinking of a hotel downtown somewhere. Someplace nice."

"I'm on it," I said, and we clinked wine glasses.

The settling on an exact time and place was a little trickier than I had expected, but the following Friday seemed to work for everyone, and I booked us a room at the Marriott Downtown. Mason met us in the bar at seven o'clock as planned, and after a refreshing cocktail, we headed upstairs for a little cock & tail of another kind.

As I made myself comfortable in a nearby armchair, Mason and Cindy met at the foot of the bed. Standing facing each other, they kissed for several minutes before Cindy sank to her knees and lowered Mason's zipper. He assisted with the belt and button on his pants, and soon his cock flopped out to Cindy's total amazement. I'll have to admit. It was probably the biggest dick I had ever seen. No wonder he's such a lady's man.

Cindy tried to get as much of him in her mouth as she could. But there was no way she could deep throat that honcho. After a few minutes of trying, he pulled her back to her feet, and they seductively undressed each other. Now, both naked, Cindy did something I wouldn't have expected. She pushed him back on the bed and quickly straddled his chest, before sliding forward and sitting on Mason's face.

She was holding the headboard with one hand while Mason ate her snatch, and with her free hand, she reached around and began to stroke his schlong. She had never done that with me, and I was fascinated. Where did she come up with this? His pecker was still wet from her attempted blow job, and she was pulling on it like kids playing tug-of-war on the playground. So, Mason probably wouldn't be lasting too much longer if she continued. Not surprisingly, after four or five minutes, Mason signaled that he was about to cum. Cindy released her grip on his cock and slid down his chest ending up with their groins aligned. Not surprisingly, he slipped right in and as she sat up, she pounded him like a pogo stick until he shot his load deep up into her loins.

This did it for me, I had had my dick out for several minutes, just hearing Mason moan in ecstasy caused my own climatic eruption. However, Cindy still wasn't through. Even though I had paid for the room, she was going to get her money's worth. She quickly spun around, still engaged with Mason's wilting dick up her hole. And once she was facing his feet, she rose her ass up, scooted back toward the head of the bed, and buried her dripping coochie in Mason's face. He was to eat her out while she sucked any remaining goodness she could get out of his prick.

Mason did not complain and eagerly complied with Cindy's request. To be honest, I think he was afraid of her. She was an Amazon woman that night, and she was going to get what she had coming to her. And to add to the excitement. Cindy glanced over at me and seeing that I had shot my load all over my shirt, she waved me to the bed and sucked me into her mouth while Mason finished up on her lower end.

Needless to say, it was an awesome experience for all of us, and an evening none of us will soon forget. Surprisingly, though, as much as she enjoyed Mason, she didn't want to see him again. Apparently, one and done was her preference. So, I wasn't all that surprised when she texted me at work several months later. Ron, we need to get another hotel room.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to ask, "So, we need another hotel room?"

She smiled sweetly and handed me a glass of wine. "I have a treat for us."

Sitting on the couch, I patted the seat next to me and said, "Do tell."

She opened her laptop and showed me this guy's profile. Derrick, a 30-year-old single man, seeks couples or single women for a relaxing time together. "What do you think?" There was a photo, and he appeared to be a nice-looking guy.

"Have you contacted him?" I asked.

"No, I was waiting for you," she said, as she snuggled closer to me.

I probably would have preferred contacting him myself, but she seemed so excited, I said, "Okay, go ahead."

Going through the website's DM app, she typed him a response and showed it to me before sending it. It simply said, 'Hi, my husband and I are very interested. Can we meet you this weekend at a downtown hotel to explore our common interests? My husband likes to watch and will not otherwise be involved.' She then included the same photo that she had sent to Mason. I approved of the message and off it went.

It wasn't fifteen minutes before her computer dinged. 'Hot damn yes! My name is Derrick. Just tell me the time and place. I'm single and a grad student, so I'm very flexible on time.'

I booked a room at the same Marriott we had used with Mason, and we were all set. I reviewed his profile again, so I'd be sure to recognize him when we met downstairs in the bar. He was a handsome young man, and it was hard to imagine why he didn't have women crawling all over him. But maybe like Cindy, he was looking for sex without commitment. Just one and done, no complications and no baggage. I also noticed that he was quite the athlete, as there were photos of him playing hockey and participating in competitive bicycle racing. So, I knew Cindy was in for a workout.

When we met Friday evening as planned--sitting and having a get-to-know-you cocktail I realized he was every bit the jock his profile promised. As he sipped 12-year-old Scotch neat, he even flexed his biceps, allowing Cindy a good feel to show his physical prowess. I could tell from the look on her face that she was impressed, but at the same time, I'm sure that wasn't the muscle she was really interested in.

As we made our way upstairs, Derrick explained that he was in grad school, preparing for a career in Physical Therapy. And he promised Cindy a good working over. She was clearly bubbling with excitement, and I was wondering if I should renew my gym membership after all.

Once in the room, Derrick and Cindy wasted no time in getting naked, and for the first time, I joined them in getting comfortable. I had nowhere near the physique of Derrick, but I did want to prove, at least to myself, that I had nothing to hide. Derrick couldn't have cared less, and I think Cindy was actually proud of me for letting it all hang out, and that gave me confidence.

As for the workout, my God, this guy was a Titan. Derrick fucked Cindy in just about every way possible and had recently changed his condom while going for a second round. He now had Cindy in what I would call the classic missionary position and was actively engaged in what many would have called a personal best. I was still sitting nearby and was slowly stroking myself--yet I had not quite brought myself to completion.

Cindy, flat on her back with Derrick over her, turned her head toward me and realizing what I was about to do, pointed at my bulging pecker and then wagged her finger--no. I immediately stopped, causing her to smile before returning her attention to the current one fucking her.

Once Derrick completed his second act of the evening, exhausted, he collapsed onto her chest, gasping for air. Cindy allowed him a minute or two to catch his breath, but soon pushed him to his back. Sitting up, Cindy pulled the condom from his wilting dick and walked it to the bathroom. Returning a minute later, she dropped a towel on Derrick's still-heaving chest and then approached me.

I was still sitting in the armchair, still naked, with my cock still pointing toward the ceiling. Spreading her legs, Cindy straddled my chair, resting her legs on the padded arms, and settled on my upright manhood. Though Derrick had used a condom--twice--she was as wet as I had ever felt her. Gently kissing me, slowly rose her hips over and over again, cumming down each time with a hard splat.

When I finally uploaded my creamy creation into her loins, she kissed me deeply and whispered, "I love you, Ronny," proving to me that I had nothing to worry about. It was one of the tenderest and sweetest moments of our married life. I almost cried, but I remembered Derrick was still in the room, as I could still hear him wheezing for breath.

That summer, Cindy and I vacationed in the Caribbean, and it was like a second honeymoon. She literally wore me out. So, I was a little astonished several months after we got back that she had another surprise for me. "Ron, take a look at the page I have up on my laptop," she playfully suggested while preparing dinner.

I had just arrived home from work and was reaching into the fridge for a beer. "Sure," I innocently replied as I popped the top and made myself comfortable at the bar so I could watch while she fixed dinner. Opening her laptop, I typed in our common passcode, and to my surprise, there was the profile of another guy. "Who's this?" I questioned after a sip of my beer.

"Harris," she naughtily responded.

It was a rhetorical question, but I had to ask, "Do I know him?"

"Not yet," she teased, "but I'm hoping you'd like to meet him."

By that time, she had walked to my side of the bar and sat down next to me. "He's six foot two, a hundred and ninety pounds, divorced, and he'll be in town next week," Cindy purred as she showed me his profile.

"He doesn't live here?" I questioned.

"No, he is apparently a traveling business type, and he'll be in town most of next week."

"And you'd like to meet him?" I said with a hint of sarcasm.

She kissed me twice on the lips. "I'd like us to meet him," she said. "If it's alright with you?"

I thought for a second. She could wrap me around her little finger, and she knew it. But the last three adventures worked out okay, "Go for it, I finally said."

She threw her arms around me, and we locked lips for a good minute or more. She excitedly went back to cooking, while I finished my beer and marveled at what an amazing wife I had. Dinner that night was one of my favorites: chicken-fried steak. And once in bed that night, I was treated to another magical tour of Elisa's ice palace.

Cindy had written back to Harris that night, but we didn't receive an immediate response. When I got home the next night, Cindy had already poured two glasses of wine for us and had a look of slight concern. "Well," she said after we clinked glasses, "there is a small issue with our meeting Harris."

I wasn't too worried, but being the supporting husband that I am, I gave her a look of concern. "Oh, really. What's the issue?"

"He's not comfortable with you in the room." But before I could say anything, she added, "He'd be happy to meet you, and even share a drink beforehand. But I think he's like you. He doesn't like being watched. He's in his early fifties, and maybe it impairs his performance or something."

"Humm," I said. "Well, that's a bummer. I'm not sure I'm comfortable not being there. I mean, what if he tries to hurt you or something?"

As I returned to sipping my wine, a lightbulb must have gone off in Cindy's head. "What if we have a hidden camera or something, so that you can watch us the whole time?"

I tried to play skeptical, but what a brilliant idea. Of course, she could have already thought of this, but making it seem like her idea appeared to be the smart thing to do. "Yeah," I said. "That could work."

After dinner, we surf a dozen sites selling clandestine spy gear and nanny cams. You can't imagine all the stuff out there available for just a few clicks and your credit card. We ended up purchasing a handbag that had a built-in camera. It was almost impossible to spot the lens; it had a long-life battery, and the real beauty was that it broadcast live images to your phone or laptop. Three days later, it arrived, and we quickly tried it out in various light settings. It was absolutely marvelous, and we got some great home movies of our sex life.

Cindy wrote Harris back and explained that it took some convincing to get me to agree, but that I was okay with us meeting alone, as long as the three of us could meet for drinks first. In less than fifteen minutes, Harris shot back an enthusiastic--yes. He was staying at a business-class hotel near the airport. That was okay with us. It just meant that I wouldn't be able to rent a nearby room, as we wouldn't have known which room he was staying in.

On the appointed evening, it's hard to put into words how excited Cindy was. An older man had probably been on her bucket list since the swingers' party. And I was excited for her, as I know how much she loved her new hobby. We tested the camera several more times, made sure the battery was fully charged and that the connection to my phone was stable.

We arrived at the Airport Hyatt at seven on the dot. The agreed time and place, and there he was in the bar waiting. Spotting us as we walked in, he immediately stood to greet us. Cindy extended her hand to shake his, but he wrapped his arm around her and sweetly kissed her on the cheek, like we were family. He then shook my hand and exchanged the usual niceties before sitting down. Cocktails were soon served, and we visited like old friends for at least half an hour.

But the elephant in the room was obvious, and soon Harris and Cindy offered their apologies and excused themselves to head upstairs. This was my first moment of angst. To my knowledge, since we first started dating, Cindy had never been intimate with another man alone. And here I was sending her upstairs to fuck some guy I had only met thirty minutes earlier. And a good-looking, financially secure guy at that.

However, I had the camera, and I was praying that it would work. I opened the app on my phone, and to my relief, it seemed to be working fine. They were standing at the elevator, and I could hear every word they were saying. This was great, but I wanted to see more. Luckily, Harris had paid our tab, so I quickly dashed out to my car to get my laptop. Soon back in the bar, I sat at a booth near the back, opened it up, plugged in my earphones, and clicked the app.

Oh my God, it was perfect. Cindy had placed her purse on the edge of the bureau, and I could clearly see three-quarters of the room. They were both still fully dressed, standing face to face, gazing into each other's eyes. But not for long. Harris had already started unbuttoning Cindy's blouse, and as soon as he reached the last button, he pulled it from the waistband of her skirt. Cindy responded by reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra. As the lovers continued to gaze into each other's eyes, Cindy dropped her shoulders, allowing both her satin blouse and her bra to fall to the floor.

I couldn't see Harris' face, but he wasted no time in cupping each breast and bringing his lips to her upright nipples--first one and then the other. Harris, still standing but bent at the waist, tenderly kissed and sucked one nipple and then the other for several minutes. The light in the room was dim, and I couldn't make out Cindy's expression, but I could tell her knees were starting to shake, and soon she collapsed back onto the bed.

Harris took this opportunity to unsnap the waistband of her skirt and wiggle down the side zipper. With her skirt now loose, Cindy lifted her hips and allowed Harris to gently work it from her hips and toss it to the floor. Cindy's one remaining garment was her panties, and as she lay waiting for him on the bed. Harris disrobed himself down to his matching level of undressed--his underwear. He was wearing what I would call Speedo-style briefs, and they were dark in color, possibly black. But his package was more than apparent, and Cindy's eyes were fixated on it.

The cocktail waitress had just brought me a fresh drink, and I was in dire need to adjust my own undergarments, for I had certainly developed a boner watching this carnal display. But I certainly couldn't do it until the waitress had turned her back. After thanking her for her service, I returned my eyes to the screen, only to see that Cindy had sat up, and pulled Harris' cock from his pants. She eyed it briefly before lowering her mouth and engulfing every inch.

Harris's package was nowhere near the size of Mason's. Nor was Harris anywhere as buff as Derrick. But he was still a very handsome man and well enough endowed to hold his own on any nude beach in Europe. And my sweet Cindy certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Holding his naked leg with one hand, she held the base of his pecker with the other and worked his pole like a sugar starved kid devouring a Christmas peppermint stick.

After only a few minutes, Harris pulled himself from her mouth and playfully pushed her back onto the bed. Standing with his sloppy wet dick standing straight out, he wiggled Cindy's one remaining garment from her body--her panties and knelt on the floor between her legs.

Cindy knew what was coming next, for I had done this to her many times. But never one for suspense, she raised her hips, silently begging him to bury his face where she knew it would feel the best. Harris wasted no time, and as his lips and tongue made contact with her dripping southern lips, her mouth flew open, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Harris must have spent a good ten minutes tongue-lashing her velvet taco before pulling back and signaling for Cindy to move up the bed, which she did. Harris found his pants on the floor and dug in his pocket for a condom. Finding one, he quickly rolled it on his still rock-hard penis and effortlessly mounted my wife. Cindy welcomed the intrusion by wrapping her arms around him, and Harris soon placed his right arm under Cindy's left leg, holding it straight up--her toes pointing to the ceiling. Her right leg remained flat on the bed and pushed to the side.

After vigorously plowing Cindy in this position for several minutes, Harris slowly pulled himself from her hairy hole and rolled her to her side. He then lay down beside her, snuggling up to her back, lifting her upper leg and reengaging her from behind. Effectively fucking her doggy style while both of them lay on their sides. In this position, Harris was much gentler, and their copulation lasted for maybe eight to ten minutes before he reached his just rewards.

Now you may be asking yourself, wasn't I jealous? And the answer is--I don't know. It is not a simple yes-or-no answer. On one hand, here is some stranger fucking my wife. A woman I love and want to be with. But on the other hand, I could see the pleasure on her face and the utter enjoyment of this naughty and sinful experiment. She wasn't cheating on me. I was fully aware of what she was doing and where.

My other reconciling consideration was that Cindy and I had met in college. I was a senior and she was a freshman. Neither of us were virgins, yet it was fully understood that I had far more experience in the carnal arts than she had enjoyed. So, even though it was post-vows, letting her catch up only seemed fair. And besides, I got to watch and video record the entire affair. So, no, I had nothing to be jealous of.

Once Cindy and Harris had finished, cleaned up, and gotten dressed, Harris walked her back downstairs to meet me in the bar. I still had my laptop open, but I pretended to be working on some business matter. Hopefully, he bought it, but there was nothing I could do about it now. We shook hands again, and Harris expressed his sincere appreciation for allowing me to share my wife with him, even if it was just for ninety minutes.

I assured him it was our pleasure and that we hope to meet again someday. That, of course, was a lie, but it allowed us to all part on a friendly note. Harris quickly kissed Cindy on the cheek, and we were all on our separate ways.

Once in the car, Cindy was giddy with excitement. "Did you get it all?" she asked as we pulled away from the hotel parking garage.

"Oh yes," I confirmed with a big smile. "I got every lick, slurp, moan, and groan." We were stopped at a traffic light, and I pulled out my laptop and handed it to her. She quickly opened it and began to play the recording. The sound wasn't very good, but the action was riveting. She squeezed my leg as I was driving and squealed with excitement at her performance. "As good as any porn actress," I said when she neared the end.

"Better," she replied. "Better because it's me in the video, and better because you took it."

Back at home, after a quick dinner, we showered together, got into bed naked, and popped the video onto the bedroom TV. We watched it all the way through, commenting on each little nuance, before finally turning off the light and fucking ourselves silly.

All through the summer and well into the next school year, Cindy never mentioned wanting another dalliance, as we had started calling these little affairs. However, one night at dinner, she sweetly announced, "Ron, I've got a special treat for you."

My first instinct was that it was a special dessert she had prepared for me. But when I looked up and saw the devilish grin on her face, I realized that her idea of a sweet treat meant something totally different. "Oh really," I said innocently.

She paused as she tried to think of the perfect way to phrase it. "What would you think of bringing another woman to our little party?"

I put down my fork and thought for a second, trying to make sure I understood her question. "You mean you and another woman and me recording it?"

"Well, yeah. Something like that," she said as she started to blush a little. "Isn't it a fantasy of every guy to have a three-way with two hot chicks?"

"Oh, you mean I'd be in the room?" I asked.

"Yeah, maybe," Cindy tried to explain. "I haven't actually asked her, but something like that."

"Oh, you already have someone in mind?"

"Well, let me back up," Cindy clarified. "I haven't even asked her, but if I approach her with the idea, I want to know if you'd be at least interested."

"So, who is this?" I inquired. "Anybody I know?"

Cindy took a sip of her wine and then, placing both hands on the table, slowly said, "Her name is Kristi. I know her from school." Seeing the look of shock on my face, Cindy explained. "I mean, we don't both teach at the same school. I know her through district events. She teaches girls' PE at the middle school."

Cindy teaches fourth grade at a local elementary school, so I guess I could see the connection. But I still had questions. "And how do you know she would be interested in such a rendezvous?"

"Well, actually, I don't. But I know she is single, and I'm pretty sure she's gay. And besides, she flirts with me whenever we're together and alone."

I thought for a second, picked up my wine glass, and holding it towards Cindy to propose a toast, I said, "Well, give her a call." We clinked glasses, and two weeks later, we had a date.

The invitation was for Kristi to join us for dinner at our house and then retire to our bedroom for dessert. Cindy prepared her grandmother's chicken pot pie, an all-time favorite of mine. Along with another favorite of mine, her family's tossed green salad with homemade spicy vinaigrette dressing. The doorbell rang at six on the dot, the designated time, and Cindy dashed for the door.

There she was, standing on our front porch with a bottle of wine in her hand and a promising smile on her face. Cindy welcomed her in, and I accepted the wine, along with a relatively firm handshake. She was a PE teacher, so I guess that would be expected. She was an inch or two taller than Cindy, with naturally blonde hair and a taught physique, without being overly muscular. Her hair looked as if she had just stepped out of the shower and dried it with a towel. But she had an attractive face and a genuine smile, so it was a pleasure to meet her.

I opened the wine she brought, and we drained the entire bottle while socializing in the kitchen as Cindy finished dinner. Then, sitting in our dining room, we consumed another bottle of wine over one of my favorite meals. Whether Cindy prepared my favorite meal specifically to thank me for indulging her in this little fantasy or not, I'll never know. But it was a charming touch.

"Why don't I take care of these dishes, Cindy, as you show Kristi the rest of the house," I offered once every plate was empty.

"Thank you, Sweetie, I'd love to," Cindy said, pushing her chair back. And with Kristi in hand, they headed down the hallway. I quickly scraped the plates and then shucked them in the dishwasher. I figured I'd give Cindy and our house guest a few minutes' head start, but I didn't want them to get too far ahead of me.

Cindy and I had preplanned the evening's agenda, including setting up multiple hidden video cameras around our bedroom. We also agreed not to tell Kristi about the cameras, as we were afraid it would impede the spontaneity of the evening. The videos were strictly for our own enjoyment, and we had no intention of ever allowing them to slip out of our control. Cindy and Kristi had also agreed that I would be present in the room, but whether I would actually participate was never finalized.

When I arrived at our bedroom door, the two girls were already lying on the bed, kissing each other. I had gotten there in the nick of time. I made myself comfortable in a nearby armchair and settled in for what I hoped would be an exciting evening. It wasn't long before I could see both women starting to unbutton each other's blouses and push them to the side. Cindy was wearing a hot pink push-up bra, which she reached behind her back and unsnapped.

At this point, both girls sat up. Cindy stripped off her top and bra and flung them to the floor. Kristi was wearing a sports bra, which she quickly pulled off and over her head, before they resumed kissing and rolling around on the bed. Within minutes, Kristi had pinned Cindy to the mattress and was leaning over her kissing and sucking first one breast and then the other. Kristi was nowhere as well-endowed as my lovely wife, but as she was on top, her conical A+ boobies were hanging straight down like little upside-down tepees.

Cindy always loved having her titties sucked and I could tell she was getting worked up. And Kristi must have sensed it also, for soon she was ready to move on to the main event. She sat up, unsnapped the waistband of Cindy's skirt, and quickly pushed both the skirt and her hot pink panties off over her feet. Kristi then slid off the bed and dropped the slacks she had been wearing and pushed her nude color thong down with them. Both girls were now stark naked.

But apparently, Kristi had brought toys. Reaching into a bag she had been carrying, she pulled out a lime-green vibrator. It was made of latex, about ten inches long, and had a curved up tip on the end. I assume it was to reach a woman's G-Spot. She sucked it into her mouth to get it wet, and then lying back down beside Cindy, she playfully teased her with it for a minute or two, before sliding it deep between her southern lips. I heard her click on the vibrator, and soon Cindy was writhing in ecstasy. This is when Kristi placed her own lips over Cindy's clitoris and began sucking. It was now only seconds before Cindy's orgasm fully hit. And hit hard it did. My wife was thrashing and squealing like a wild animal caught in a trap.

Cindy had to finally push Kristi off of her so that she could catch her breath. Kristi complied, but she wasn't done yet. She had brought Cindy to an earth-shaking orgasm, but now it was her turn. Returning to her bag of tricks, Kristi pulled out the longest dildo I had ever seen. It was actually one of those double-end things, probably ten or eleven inches on both ends, with a handle in the middle.

She flapped it around over Cindy's body a couple of times to tease her. Then, wetting both ends in her mouth, she inserted one end into Cindy, and then, situating herself between Cindy's legs, inserted the other end into herself. Initially, Kristi held the center section of this monstrous latex phallus and worked it back and forth between them. But once Cindy was comfortable with its length and girth, Kristi push their respective groins tighter and began to vigorously grind their pussies together.

Cindy had already had her orgasm, and now it was Kristi's turn. And based on the look on her face, she was enjoying every minute of it. However, looking over at me, Cindy realized that I had been left out of this little ménage à trois. She signaled for me to approach the bed, and as I did, she started unbuckling my pants. Quickly realizing this was my opportunity to join the party, I pushed my pants and underwear to my knees and inched closer. Cindy moved toward me, without interrupting Kristi's stroke, and sucked me into her mouth.

Kristi was well aware of what we were doing, but not one to lose her mojo, she increased her speed and thrust while Cindy held the base of my pecker and increased her suction. I think Kristi moved her free hand to her own clit and vigorously began to rub. For only moments later, she reached her just rewards, and to my surprise, so did I. Filling Cindy's mouth with my warm man milk must have also brought on her second climax of the evening, and soon we were all panting like racehorses after the Kentucky Derby.

Lying in the glow of after-sex, all three of us totally naked, Kristi even allowed me to play with her a little, and she sweetly stroked me while Cindy sucked on her tits. It was a sweet ending to what had been a beautiful, lovely, and sexy night.

After Kristi left, Cindy and I immediately retreated to our bed to watch the video. Oh my God, was it hot! In fact, it was perfect. I had purchased three new cameras, and in combination with the one we already had, we were able to capture every angle. And as far as we knew, Kristi was none the wiser, which made it even naughtier and more sinful. Needless to say, we fucked ourselves silly again that night while watching it.

Over the following year, Cindy arranged for two more dalliances. The first was another college kid. I assume Cindy finds these guys online. We have full access to each other's computers, but generally, I only look at stuff she shares with me. This young man's name was Jonathan. I no longer had any interest in being in the room. I had the video, and that was plenty for me. However, I still liked meeting them before they went up to the hotel room, for it gave me a bit of assurance that Cindy would be safe and let the guy know that I'd be downstairs waiting for her.

Of course, that wasn't entirely true. Once Cindy and her man of the hour were in the elevator, I scooted to another rented room and watched them on my video monitors. I had booked two rooms at a local Hampton Inn, one room for Cindy and her guest, and the other for me and the video equipment. Hamptons are cheaper than a downtown hotel, and though they don't generally have a bar, I can meet her friend of the hour and tell them I'll be waiting in the lobby.

I'm sure Cindy had relayed that bit of information to Jonathan, but he still seemed nervous meeting me. When he walked into the lobby, Cindy and I were already there. He recognized Cindy from the photos they'd exchanged online, but apparently, she'd not mentioned that I'd be there as well. He nervously shook my hand, but I could tell he hadn't expected to meet me. So, we kept the conversation short. He was a computer science major, and he was so busy with school that he just hadn't had much time to date. Basically, he was a nerd. But a nice-looking nerd, so all was good.

Once they headed upstairs, I raced for the other room. I had left a bottle of white wine chilling for them to share, and for the first five or ten minutes, they sat on the edge of the bed sipping wine and chatting. However, I think Cindy was ready to get this show on the road, and soon she leaned over and started kissing him.

This progressed to them standing and starting to undress each other. And once Cindy had this young man's pants down--Oh my God. This kid was hung like a horse. I bet his dick was at least ten inches long and maybe more. And with the proportional girth to match. Though Cindy may have had a heads-up about this honcho's package, even she seemed surprised.

Once they were both undressed, she laid Jonathan down on the bed and tried to suck his dick. Not surprisingly, she couldn't get but half of it in her mouth. It did not get much longer with her oral assistance, but boy, did it get harder. I had no idea how she was going to get a condom on that monster, but she did.

As for the sex, she did most of it. She started out on top. Then let him try the doggy style, before finally finishing up in the traditional missionary position. He did get better once he realized how eager she was, and I guess the shock of meeting me wore off. But this was definitely a one-and-done experience.

On the drive back home, I asked, "Are you sore?"

"Oh my God," Cindy exclaimed. "Did you see that guy?"

"Oh yeah," I chuckled. "That's why I asked if you're sore."

Cindy briefly rubbed herself. "Yeah, I'll say."

"I bet you could use a little deep tissue massage tonight," I offered.

That was our little euphemism for slow, romantic, deep sex. She placed her hand on my leg and began to rub it. "I'm counting on it," she answered with a smile.

Six or seven months later, Cindy asked me to book another room. This time it was some guy named Keith, and he was about our age--late twenties to early thirties. She showed me his online profile, which included several nice pictures of him. He looked like a young politician, and that should have given me pause, but it didn't.

Again, Cindy explains that she is married and has my permission for them to hook up. But I don't think she makes it clear that I'd be there in the hotel lobby to meet them. Keith had a bottle of Champagne in one hand and a bouquet of six roses in the other. He handed the roses to Cindy, who thanked him, so that he could shake my hand with his now free hand.

I suggested that we sit and visit for a minute, but he said he didn't want the wine to lose its chill and that he and Cindy should head upstairs. I agreed, and that was that. As they turned for the elevator, I told Cindy to text me when they were done, and I'd come pick her up. That was a lie, of course, because I'd be one floor below them watching on my computer, but Keith didn't know that.

Once in my viewing room, I checked all the equipment and sound levels. I could hear every word perfectly, and I was pretty proud of my audio tech skills. Keith had poured them both a glass of Champagne, and they were sitting on the bed toasting each other.

The first thing Keith said was, "Cindy, I'm sorry I don't have much time this afternoon, but I have to get to my son's baseball game."

"Oh, you have kids?" Cindy replied as she sipped her wine.

"Yeah, I have two and one on the way," Keith replied nonchalantly.

"You're married?" Cindy asked in a startled tone. "Are you cheating on your wife?":

"Yeah," Keith admitted. Cindy set her wine glass down and leaned away. "We're still good, aren't we?" Keith questioned.

"So... your pregnant wife is at home fixing dinner?" Cindy asked in disbelief.

"It's complicated," Keith argued. "She doesn't understand me. She doesn't meet my needs."

"Well then, why don't you divorce her? Then you can fuck whoever you want."

I think Keith realized that this conversation wasn't going well. But stupidly, he kept digging. "Like I said, it's complicated. I would have divorced her years ago, but I work for her father--my father-in-law. I'm working on a deal to buy the company, and as soon as I close the deal, I'm divorcing my wife."

"So, that's why she is pregnant with your third child?"

"Hey, look, you're married, too," Keith spat. "He may know where you are, but does he know what you're doing?"

"He knows exactly what I'm doing. In fact, he can hear every word that you have said since entering this room, and he's watching every move you make."

"What the fuck!" Keith exclaimed as he looked nervously around the room.

"We're private detectives, and there are six video cameras hidden throughout this room," Cindy taunted. We're not really private detectives, and there were only four cameras, not six. However, it somehow made for a better story.

"You bitch," Keith screamed as he threw his wine glass across the room. "You fucking bitch."

Keith ran from the room, leaving Cindy sitting on the bed. I assumed Keith would take the elevator, so I ran for the stairs. I was only one floor below, and I arrived at the door to Cindy's room within thirty seconds. The door had closed and locked, but I had the duplicate keycard. As I opened the door, Cindy was still sitting on the bed, laughing hysterically.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Still laughing, she responded, "Did you see that asshole run?"

"Yeah, I think you put the fear of Jesus in him," I confirmed as I started laughing myself.

After cleaning up the room and retrieving all of our audio-visual equipment from both rooms, we headed home. "So, you didn't realize he was married?" I asked once we were in the car.

"He lied to me," Cindy sighed. "Or at least deliberately misled me. I think he slipped up when he mentioned his kid's baseball game."

"So, I guess there is a sisterhood among wives after all," I quipped.

"There's a sisterhood among women," Cindy responded. "It's our defense against you men."

I laughed, as I assumed that was a joke--at least I hoped so. And I can safely report that Keith was Cindy's last dalliance. No more talk of swingers or cockolds. Just the loving wife I originally married.

Two years later, we started a family. We have two kiddos now, and yes, both are biologically mine. Cindy's need to scratch that primeval itch we all seem to have had been satisfied. And though our days of marital experimentation are over, I will admit that when the moon is full and Cindy gets extra horny, after the kids are asleep, and with the bedroom door securely locked. We'll pop one of our videos in the bedroom TV and literally fuck ourselves raw. At least we still have that one guilty pleasure.