Cyn-ing Together Ch. 02

I justified my inaction by reasoning that the voyeuristic excitement I felt while watching Cyn have sex with other men outweighed the humiliation or jealousy I felt from being made a cuckold. I thought whatever jealousy I felt contributed to the adrenalin arousal I felt, so in the long run, it contributed to my satisfaction as well, sitting there listening to her sexual climaxes, I wondered if it really did.

I had always avoided violence, not because I was afraid of any opponent, but because I was afraid or at least uncertain about myself. When I was in the ninths grade, our Physical Education teacher was a real advocate of boxing as an art and a sport, so he scheduled a boxing jamboree at the end of each year that every male student participated in. I hated everything about it as students were matched up with one another. Most of the boys ended up matched by weight to another student for two three minuet rounds. Students that didn’t seem to fit with a particular opponent were placed in the ring, six at a time in what he called a battle royal, one round of boxing, five minuets long.

Reluctantly I ended up standing with five others in one of the featured battle royals. I remember hearing the bell, and squaring of with one of the other ‘fighters’ and getting decent licks in, but that’s the only thing I remember. My next clear recollection came after the battle had ended and the next two fighters started. A younger class mate was slapping me on borht arms excitedly talking about my exhibition.

“You were awesome Craig.” He Said. you got ‘em all.”

The puzzled expression on my face must of matched my question when I asked him what he was talking about. Apparently one of the guys in our little war preferred to attack me from behind, and I endured it as long as I could before I lost my cool and turned on the back jabber and knocked him out of the makeshift ring. I didn’t stop there and knocked three out of the four remaining from the ring as well before they rang the bell and two of the male teachers subdued me and removed me from the ring.

There have only been about two of three instances in almost 30 years that I have ‘lost’ it in violent reaction. Each time, I couldn’t remember what happened, what I did, or what my opponents did either. Once, I received more damage than I delivered, but in each incident, I couldn’t stop on my own, someone else had to intervene. I found it was much better to find other ways of resolving difficulty and confrontation than through physical action.

I became the designated peacemaker or arbitrator in almost every role I played, professional, social or religious. As I sat there listening, I felt my emotions rising, I knew that I wanted this night to end, I knew that a confrontation would come, but I didn’t know what I wanted the outcome to be. For the first time in over eighteen years I questioned whether I loved Cyn or not, whether I even liked myself anymore or not. The only thing I knew for sure was that my deep resentment of the attitude, behavior and the very presence of Louis ‘Buck’ Foster was growing faster than I thought I could handle.

When I heard his crude boasting again about how the slut beneath him was going crazy over his stud cock, I knew the party was over for him as well. Chris followed close behind as I rushed own the hall to the master bedroom.

Buck had left the door open so we could hear better and when I entered the room he was in full action plowing his large cock into Cyn’s open cunt from behind. She looked exhausted as her chest and head lay on a pile of pillows to support her upper body, but her white knuckles gripping the bedcovers revealed the intensity she felt from his brutal pounding. She screamed in lust begging to cum again as I approached and told Buck to get his ass out of there. “The party’s over you fucker.” I spat out.

“Fuck off asshole.” He said angry for my interruption.

I remember him swatting at me as I came close along side, and reached down to take a grip on his hanging scrotum. I spoke evenly in his ear as I warned him to stop, unless he wanted to live out the rest of his life as a eunuch. In reaction to the threat my grip implied, Buck withdrew from Cyn’s sucking cavern and twisted to confront me, the last thing I remembered was looking at the widely open and worn out looking cunt that was covered in cum. Apparently, that sight was the final straw that triggered my violent action and blackout.

The next thing I knew, Buck was quietly dressing in the front room as Chris was still trying to cool me down. I had given his balls a squeeze firm enough to leave a painful reminder of his offence but not enough to immobilize him. When he tried to get up I drove him into the door frame so hard the wood splintered and broke, then in spite of his definite weight advantage I threw him down the hallway into the living room and then up against the wall so hard the sheetrock and wood framing gave way.

I pulled him up and drove a blow into his midsection that drained him of all his wind. When he finally got enough breath to speak he told Chris he would go, and for him to keep me off of him. This is where I came around watching him dress slowly while Chris worked to calm me down.

I was aware of a woman behind me but it didn’t register that it was Jenny who had just come in I thought it was Cynthia dressed and ready to leave as well before I realized it was not her. When Buck was ready, I finally asked, “What about Cyn?”

“Who?” He asked, and then answered, “Oh the whore. She’s still in the room but you have to pay her, I don’t care how many times I used the slut, I didn’t hire her.” I jumped at him again so fast I took him completely by surprise, but it wouldn’t have mattered. I landed a right on his face that sent him flying over the ottoman so hard he slid along the floor until his head crashed into the wall. I opened the front door and picked Buck up off the floor and doubled him over with a hard blow to his stomach.

He couldn’t breath and was bent over at the waist when I brought my knee up into his face so hard it lifted him completely off the ground and sent him through the open door. He landed hard on the bottom step of the porch and sidewalk and his head made the sound of a cracking melon as it bounced on the concrete. Chris and Jenny were both afraid that I had killed him and I didn’t really care. I actually remember being pleased and surprised that I had not blacked out, and remembered this last violent reaction.

He was unconscious until jenny threw cold water onto his face, and he groaned in pain as he rolled over and struggled to his feet. Chris helped him to his car and Jenny swore that if he ever showed his face up there again she would kill him herself. He drove off without further incident, and I didn’t really care that he might prefer charges against me.

“Well I guess I missed the party?” Jenny asked. “What the hell happened?”

“Oh Buck decided to take possession of Cyn.” Chris admitted reluctantly.

“You still invited that sick son of a bitch, after I told you that would DEFINITELY be a mistake.” She spat angrily at Chris.

“Someone else canceled.” He responded lamely.

“Shit Chris, sometimes I can’t understand how stupid you can be. You know he likes to come across as the macho bad ass and when that happens it blows the fuck out of everything else. You haven’t got the sense of a used bottle cap.”

“I know I screwed up.” Chris said. “I said I’m sorry.”

I sat down on the step feeling lost and uncertain about everything in my life and they must have noticed.

“Now what?” Chris asked fully comprehending how hurt I had been by Cyn’s decision to go off with Buck for their private fucking.

“What do you mean, ‘now what’?” I asked.

“I know you’re hurting man, I feel shitty I let that cretin come.”

“I was stupid.” I said. I rested my head in my hands trying to find peace in which to think. I believe Buck fucked Cyn at least five distinct times that night and it sounded like they both came wildly each and every time. I felt absolutely and totally devastated and seriously wondered if Cyn and I would ever be together again, or if I even cared. “I didn’t object to anything until Cyn walked out, now I have no idea what I want to do.”

“Cyn, what’s happening with her?” Jenny said as she ran into the house to find her. She looked in the guest bedroom, it was empty and then she headed to the master bedroom fuming again when she saw the damage and mess that the shit head Buck had been fucking Cyn in her bed. As she pushed open the door she saw the pitiful sight of Cyn curled up in the middle of a messed up bed looking thoroughly fucked and crying uncontrollably.

She sat down on the bed next to Cyn and laid a protective comforting arm over her as she tried to get to the bottom of Cyn’s tears. Even she was afraid that Cyn was crying because Buck had walked left after he had claimed her mind and pussy with his monster cock. Jenny could understand because he had once laid claim to her as well. She pulled Cyn to her and caressed the back of her head as she held Cyn to her breast and rocked her back and forth. Come on honey, the worlds not ending, that big cock isn’t that great, you’ll find out in time.

“What do you mean?” She said through tears and sobs.

“I mean Buck’s cock isn’t as great as he thinks it is or you may think it is right now.” Jenny said.

“I don’t care about Buck’s stupid cock, it hurts and he’s mean.”

“Then what is it?” Jenny said. He isn’t going to bother you, Craig just beat the shit out of him and he’s gone for ever.”

“Oh no,” Cyn said through uncontrollable tears. “He’s gone.”

“I thought you didn’t care if Buck was gone.”

“Buck’s gone, not…Craig,” Cyn asked between choking sobs.

“Of course Craig’s not gone.” Jenny said. “He’s downstairs with Chris.”

“Oh Jenny, what have I done, I saw the look on his face when I chose Buck’s big cock, I just had to have it. I know I’ve hurt Craig so bad he’ll never love me again, how could he? Buck took me away and made me promise to be his slut instead of Craig’s, and I did, I promised to be his slut in front of Craig, just so I could have his big fucking cock.”

“Did you mean it Cyn?”

Cyn cried again in shame before she could answer. “When I said it…I thought I did.” And then the tears flowed again freely.

“What about now, do you want Craig, or do you want Buck’s cock?” Jenny asked the painful question.

“Of course I want Craig, but I don’t deserve him.” Cyn said. “I can’t trust myself to control my damned pussy and my deep down need to be nasty. When it’s a question between what I should do, and what my pussy wants me to do, my pussy always wins. When I have a chance to be nasty and bad, I’m afraid I’ll choose that over my husband, so I think it’s best for him if he leaves me.” She gave way to tears again but she was so sad and exhausted the only evidence of her crying came in the soft shaking of her naked body.

When Jenny returned to the front room where Craig and I were, it was apparent we had been having a similar conversation questioning my future with Cyn. Jenny came in and sat down quietly and said to me. “I guess the two of you have a problem to resolve, but I feel somehow we are tied up in it also so maybe it’s a problem we can all work on together. Do you want to tell me what happened up to the time Buck became Buck.

Between Chris and me, we filled Jenny in on the evening’s details. The more we talked, the more we all got turned on again. I couldn’t believe I was becoming aroused as we described the exhibitionist orgy of the evening in the dining room and then here in the front room. Before we started reliving the erotic debauchery, sex had become a painful hated emotion. I had thought briefly that I would never be able to put my cock in a pussy again. Now I just questioned whether I could feel and make love again. Fucking had definitely opened up as an option again.

It made it seem particularly erotic that we were telling Jenny about this. When I thought of Jenny stripping naked on the stage at the Landing Strip during all of this, I thought to myself how nice it would have been if Craig and I had gone there instead, I would have probably been the one feeling guilty now and my marriage, although fragile would still have been in tact. As I watched the signs of arousal appear in Jenny from our graphic descriptions, I told her that Chris and I should have gone to the Landing Strip tonight.

Jenny blushed and said. “If you would have been there tonight I would be having the same problem with Chris that you and Cyn are.”

Chris’ eyebrows raised and he said. “What the hell happened at the strip tonight that would have pissed me off? The agreement we have is that we can fuck others as long as we fess up the details. Did you plan on holding back?”

“I was going to tell you when we were alone.” She said.

“Tell us now.” He said. “Craig needs to know that Cyn’s not the only naughty girl around here.”

“Cyn’s old boss, Sandy Andersen showed up tonight. She and Leon are pretty good friends now, especially since the night they helped Cyn get away from that prick Nate. You remember Nate don’t you sweetheart?” She said with an edge to her voice as she looked at Chris. When I looked over I saw him bristle with disgust. She turned to me to explain. “Nate used to come to the Strip before Leon beat him up; he was a regular and a big tipper so he had me do private dances for him all the time in the back.”

“Back then he was even a decent fuck and I fucked him a lot, didn’t I hon? Any way Nate spent so much time with me he thought he was falling in love. Then one day when Nate was at the club at the same time Chris was, Nate started to challenge his claim on me when he saw that we were a couple. Nate pushed Chris into a game of pool. Chris plays a lot and is able to handle himself on the tables with any of the regulars at the club, but Nate is almost professional. He hustled Chris and cheated him out of $250.00 that night, then Nate goaded him into a double or nothing bet that put me on the line as his toy for a whole weekend, here in our house while Chris watched or left.”

“I knew it was wrong and I could have stopped it if I had wanted, but I was flattered with the interest and feeling too naughty, so I agreed to go along with it. Chris played his ass off and almost won, but one slip gave the game to Nate, and he took possession of me immediately. He put me on the pool table and fucked the shit out of me in front of everyone to rub his victory in.”

“It was a terrible weekend for Chris because I let myself loose and let Nate flaunt our wild sex anywhere he wanted. I just went crazy for one weekend and it almost destroyed our marriage. Chris and I worked it out, but I’m sure he was feeling the same things you have all night.”

“What’s this got to do with tonight?” Chris said impatiently.

I’m going to give you the short version. I had to fill in at the Phoenix Club tonight like I have in the past and your favorite son of a bitch was there. He went through the manager to set up a one on one with me, but before he got me in the back, Dave the bouncer there, who is also a friend of Leon’s, knew that I wasn’t happy about the whole thing and pulled me aside. Dave handed me a wrapped condom and told me to make Nate use it if I couldn’t talk him out of sex.

“I took Nate and the condom back to the dark booths, and started to dance. He was starting to paw me immediately and I told him touching was against the rules. He said he had already taken care of that and told me to be nice and play along. He tried to get me worked up and turned on so I couldn’t think of anything but fucking him. With all the things he did to me, it almost worked.”

“He told me he was going to fuck me, and even though I really needed it, but I managed to tell him I would only if he put on the condom. He said bull shit, no fucking way, but I told him I was afraid I had the clap so he stopped arguing. I pulled out the condom and made a big sexual production of rolling it onto his prick. When I had it on almost all the way I noticed a smell like deep heat ointment or menthol, and all of a sudden he jumped up and started tearing at the rubber trying to get it off.”

“The stuff on the inside that we assumed was lubrication was actually an extra strength muscle ointment that burned like shit on an open wound or an erect cock. Dave later told me it was even laced with Tabasco sauce. Dave said there was also an ingredient that worked like Tabasco but was in a powder form to start, so that it didn’t become active until it was mixed with water, then it got even hotter. Nate was jumping around screaming in pain and when he stuck his prick in a glass of ice water to cool it down the other ingredient kicked in.”

“He went red in the face and keeled over backward then fainted. I was scared to death; his cock was red and swollen like it had been boiled and we thought we should call a paramedic until someone threw some ice water on his face to wake him up. They used the same water he had his prick in though so as soon he woke up he started to rub his eyes because they were burning also. When we told him that someone called 911, he got angry and made his friends help him get dressed. He was out of there in seconds; I don’t know why he was so worried, but at least it made him light out.”

“The manager was pissed but he doesn’t worry me, he already had his money so he didn’t have much to bitch about. He said there was a chance Nate would make trouble, but I’m not the one who laced the condom. I caught him laughing with a big shit eating grin on his face in his reflection in the mirror. I thought it was best to get out of there and told him the Strip needed me back. It was after 1:00 a.m. so when I finished entertaining Leon, Sandy and half the bar with the story. I just packed it in and headed home.”

“Shit,” said Craig. “That’s not bad, certainly better than what I was afraid of, especially when you said you were turned on and ready to be fucked. I wish I could have seen Nate’s cock all swollen up. I guess you get to stay here after all.”

“I ‘get’ to stay? I don’t know whether I should thank you your lordship, or kick you in the nuts.” Jenny said sarcastically but with a warm loving smile on her lips. “And by the way, I still need to be fucked, I pulled down my jeans and rubbed my pussy all the way home because I had been teased without getting a big O and from thinking about what all you guys were doing here. I know this place seems like a morgue right now, but I’m still turned on.”

“It may seem like a morgue, but there are no dead bodies here.” Chris said. “I never felt I got my fair share of fucking here considering the sexy show Cyn was putting on. Just remembering the red dress and rules in here makes my cock throb, will you put it on so we can see you in it?”

“I’d love to; I’m dying to see if it turns you on with me in it. I don’t want to be insensitive Craig.” Jenny said, “But there’s a little business that needs to be taken care of, and with Cyn in my bed, right here is the perfect place. As far as I’m concerned, you I hope you’ll stay and watch, I love to be watched, or you can go talk to Cyn, or better yet you can drop your pants and join in, don’t you agree hon?”

“Perfectly, any way you want to play it buddy.” Chris said smiling. He had already stripped off his pants and was walking around with a full wood log looking for a fiery spot to lay it in.

Frankly at this point I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I had called the kids earlier to warn them we would be very late or may not even get back until they were off to school. They assured they would be fine and I envied their confidence. The thing that had shattered mine was Cyn’s willingness, almost enthusiasm even to give herself away sexually to someone else and leave me out of her pursuit of lust again.