Discovery Ch. 04

I shifted her into position and slowly sank my cock into Kim's pussy. As I did, Sue and Dee on the TV screen had a brief yet highly erotic lesbian encounter with a couple of dildos. The result was that they brought each other to climax.

"We weren't faking it," Kim told me as she watched the scene unfold. "When we made this film, Darlene and I were an event. If we didn't get satisfaction from the guys we were working with, we'd disappear several times a day and pleasure each other. I don't think Sparks, our producer, had planned on that scene being in the film. Darlene and I just got carried away on the set one-day, and he filmed us. By that time, we were used to doing anything sexual in public.

The film splayed across the TV screen in our bedroom and eventually showed the two girls supposedly losing their virginity to the guys in the previous scenes. Given the milieu of the film, I had a hard time believing that anyone in the film was virgin. Nonetheless, the scene was erotic.

As Sue Cexy moved into the doggie position so Reed could pound into her from the back, Kim had us shift into that position. A few minutes after that and, again matching the film, we shifted to cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl positions. By this time, I knew I was close.

"Wait for the gangbang to cum," Kim whispered to me. "It'll be worth your while."

We stopped stroking into each other's bodies and just watched the film. The guys in the film made dates with the girls for the big fraternity party, and then the scene shifted to what looked like the fraternity house in the movie Animal House. Everyone was dancing and drinking; lots of uninhibited kissing and fondling started to go on as well. Soon, the various girls at the party started to lose their clothing, including Sue Cexy and Darlene. The guys followed suit.

Amid some cheers and applause, Darlene proved that she could have sex with five guys at once. She sat on one guy who penetrated her ass, as another pushed into her vagina; she also gave a hand job with each hand, while she gave a blowjob to a fifth guy. Soon, Sue Cexy had replicated the moves on an adjacent mattress.

Kim said, "We actually did have a party going on at the studio as we filmed these scenes. Sparks invited lots of people we knew with the proviso that they had to look like students and wanted to fuck. He had to turn a lot away too, but I think I got fucked by about twenty or thirty guys that night. I was sore the next day." She giggled as I looked at her with a horrified expression.

"Wish I'd been there, darlin'," I told her with a lascivious grin. I started to pump into Kim's pussy again.

Several other girls joined Darlene and Sue Cexy, in what looked like a no holds barred orgy and gangbang. The cameras rolled, always coming back to Sue or Kim, often as they changed partners.

As the movie ran, cum started to fly in the film. One by one, the girls in the film got a 'money shot' – a blast of cum across their chest or face. There were also a few cream pies.

I could hold off no longer, and apparently neither could Kim. We both came in a rather vocal coupling where I stood over her on my knees as I pounded into her pussy. My blasts of cum surged from my body into Kim's. We then held each other closely and ignored the screen for a few moments.

When we turned our attention back to the video, some guy had blasted a huge amount of cum on Sue Cexy's abdomen after he supposedly pulled out of her and yanked the condom off his cock.

Kim held me close so I couldn't withdraw from her pussy. She whispered, "Don't leave. I like your fullness in me." I wiggled my hips into hers.

Other guys started to come to Sue Cexy and Dee, and cum on them. The film showed a series of cum shots without the women in the scene, but the implication was that all that semen was landing on the girls – a colossal bukkake. The closing shot showed Dee and Sue snowballing cum back and forth between them and smiling for the camera over their exploits.

"Wow," I said. "Kind of messy, huh?"

Kim wiggled her hips at me, capturing a little stimulation from where our groins pushed together. She said, "Not as bad as it looked. I hate to tell my oversexed husband, but much of the cum wasn't real."

"Huh. How'd you do that?"

Kim laughed and said, "One of the gals on the set would make the stuff up in her kitchen and bring it to the film studio: condensed milk, sugar, some egg whites, vanilla, and some flour - all edible and even tasty. We used different sized turkey basters or syringes to apply it. For some guys, when they'd do a close-up, the baster was behind the guy and he had a plastic tube taped to the side of his penis away from the camera. Squeeze the baster hard, and it looked as though the guy could shoot cum ten feet."

"So that was all fake?" I said, pointing to the TV set where now the credits were slowly rolling across the screen.

Kim smiled and said slowly, "No. Some shots were real and some weren't. The bukkake was real enough, although most of it was fake cum. You know I've never minded the taste of your cum. Well, I sort of learned to enjoy some of the real stuff back then."

"And the cream pies?" I asked.

Kim shook her head; "Mostly the turkey baster. You could tell the real ones when there wasn't a cut-away shot just before the guy cums. If there were a cut-away that was when the fake stuff was injected into the girl's cunt, filming re-started and the guy and girl would fake orgasms. When the guy pulled out, if they did it right, there'd be all this white jism like stuff oozing from her vagina." She studied me for a minute and added in a taunting tone, "Personally, I preferred the real thing."

I ignored her tease and said, "As I've said before, you are amazing. You keep me horny all the time. I wish we'd started sharing all this years before."

Kim was thoughtful for a while and said in a serious voice, "You weren't as receptive then as you are now. It's really only been the last few years I thought I could bring this up with you and not regret the outcome."

I nodded in agreement as I stretched to the bedside table and captured a washcloth for us to use to catch drips when we separated. I wondered how come they never showed the tissues or the washcloths in porn films – probably too realistic and certainly not erotic.

*

Kim and I got so that we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We'd socialize with our friends as usual, but we'd often be caught holding hands, sitting tightly against each other, casually touching one another in some intimate way, or hugging or kissing. Kim's best friend caught me one day with my hand inside Kim's blouse as we were kissing; Kim actually giggled; something she rarely did. For two fifty-year olds that had been married over twenty years, we certainly seemed to have rediscovered the words 'love' and 'sex.'

While we tried to moderate our public displays of affection to what was socially acceptable when we were in public, when we were alone we both found we were much less inhibited than we'd ever been together. Kim all but dispensed with underwear around the house so I could have ready access to her breasts and sex. She'd wear short skirts too, often purposely bending over near me so I'd be sure to get a 'show.' I often wore loose running shorts around the house, also without underwear. The idea was that we were 'available' to each other. We'd often feel or touch each other's sex, fingering, licking, sucking, or otherwise exciting one another, usually without orgasm, but frequently enough to drive us both crazy and keep us rather focused on each other.

When I was home, we got so we'd have sex at least once a day, often allowing one of our teasing sessions to carry us into a state where we wanted closure and union with each other. On my overnight travels, I always carried a Sue Cexy DVD with me. I'd masturbate, often with Kim on the telephone as she plunged a dildo in and out of her pussy. Sex became an important daily event in our lives.

All the love and sex made a noticeable change in me at work. Several people commented that I had an extra spring in my step, as well as more energy and enthusiasm. Several of the more attractive women in the company seemed to go out of their way to involve me in their projects or just have lunch with me to 'network.' When I'd be out to dinner or even grocery shopping, I'd catch some fetching woman giving me the eye. I mentioned it to Kim one night while we were out to dinner. She said the rebirth of our sexuality had probably triggered my release of pheromones – a chemical I released naturally that triggered female interest in breeding. I joked that I was all for that, however, I resolved to be especially cautious lest I provoke some unwanted situation.

Kim and I became highly focused on one another in other ways. I started to bring her flowers and do special things to please her, things I never would have thought of before, like keeping her car filled with gas or getting it detailed so she didn't have to think about it. Kim replied with variations, often fixing me a full breakfast – something I loved but rarely took the time to indulge in, even in all my traveling. She also started to pay more attention to my wardrobe, buying me some really smart shirts that I wore continually. We couldn't do enough for or with each other.

I guess you could say we fell in love again. Oh, we'd been in love – in the 'stable' stage of our relationship and all right; we'd achieved that stage a year or so after we got married years earlier. We were predictable to each other, safe, and comfortable, like a pair of old shoes. Before I found Kim was Sue Cexy I guess I'd say our marriage was nice but boring. Exciting was not a word that would have come to mind.

Suddenly, all these years later, we fell back into the stage of our relationship where we were both full of romance. Things got unpredictable, fun, and exciting again. I thought it would evaporate any day, yet the months passed, and it seemed to only get better.

I took Kim to the seashore for a surprise romantic weekend in September. All the tourists had abandoned the sleepy little town we drove to and we practically had the place to ourselves. We walked the beach, frolicked in the surf, slept under the stars one night in a hammock holding each other, and even made love in the dunes. Most of all, however, we talked as though we hadn't in years. We shared many of our hopes and dreams for the next stages in our life, as well as reflected on our time together. We were madly in love with each other again.

After the initial mailings, the surprise packages slowed down but didn't stop. Every four weeks or so, a plain manila envelope would arrive with a Sue Cexy VHS tape or DVD in it. A couple of times I got other old magazines that featured my darling wife in various lewd and erotic poses, sometimes with other people in various stages of having sex. One envelope contained several dozen eight-by-ten photographs – shots that had never been published and shots that were truly X-rated. If I were traveling, I'd have Kim open the envelope and tell me about what had arrived and what the accompanying notes said. All the envelopes or packages were postmarked within a hundred miles of Chapel Hill, where we lived. I just got used to the anonymity of my mysterious benefactor. One typed note said, "I know you've figured out who Sue Cexy is by now. Enjoy. More to cum."

I always looked forward to the mysterious mailings. I took their arrival as a point of stimulation in the revived relationship Kim and I had. Things couldn't be better; this cloud did have a silver lining.

*

Kim smiled to herself as she carried the large safe deposit box to one of her bank's secure viewing rooms. The teller who'd checked her into the vault and helped her unlock her box left her in private. Kim withdrew a pristine VHS tape from the large lock box: Sue Cexy starring in Tight Pussies. She carefully applied the Post-It note she'd prepared on a typewriter at work; it said, 'Don't watch this alone. More to cum.' She slid the tape into a plain manila envelope and sealed it. She examined the safe deposit box before closing it; at the rate she was removing the tapes, DVDs, magazines and photos, she still had several years of material left. A few minutes later, she'd re-secured the box with the help of one of the bank's tellers. Outside the bank, she got in her car and started driving to a post office about thirty miles away in Burlington, North Carolina. She hadn't been to that part of the state for months. She always looked forward to these once a month drives, but she looked forward even more to her husband's renewed interest in her and in their relationship, spurred on by the mysterious parcels he got every few weeks. She thought to herself, 'Someday, I'll have to tell him, but things are perfect right now.' As she drove, a wry smile crossed her face; she wondered if he'd actually figured it out – that she was the 'source,' but hadn't said anything. It didn't matter, they were both the happiest they'd been since they got married.

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