Wife Cynthia's Double Life Ch. 02

Bob blurt out, "There ya go!"

She slid her tongue along the glass then held it with her lips. Jerking her back, she sucked and swallowed, draining the tube. When she was done, she pulled the tube out of her mouth, then pushed a little out of her mouth so a thick stream ran down and dripped from her chin.

She swallowed the last and then said, "Some guys like this look."

We laughed and Louise was nearly in tears. She said, "So did that have the desired effect?"

And with that she reached over and squeezed Bob's cock. My wife followed her lead and squeezed mine, which was hard as a rock.

As she held his cock through his swim trunks, Louise jokingly accused Bob of liking my wife's blowjob more than hers. I couldn't help but notice Cynthia looking down at his crotch too.

I figured everyone must have been pretty horny, because from that point on, sexual things seemed the singular topic of discussion.

When we began discussing the merits of women's swimwear, my wife told them the story of my offering to take her away to some far off land where we didn't know anyone so she could parade around in a tiny string bikini.

Both Bob and Louise began speaking about the subject as if they were experts. Hell, why not just go somewhere where you didn't need to wear anything at all?

Of course, Bob reminded everyone, as he always did, that swimsuits were ALWAYS optional at their pool.

Louise told of a hotel in Vegas they stayed in once where one whole floor was reserved for couples that wanted to walk around naked and all the room doors were left wide open for people to walk around and visit each other's rooms.

She added, "Of course, as luck would have it, we weren't staying on that floor. Damn it!" And she laughed. "Next time we go, right Bob?"

My wife smiled sweetly at me said, "We've never been to Vegas. " Then winked.

Louise said, "You think my bikini is skimpy? This one is conservative. You should see some of my other ones. I'll be right back."

Louise sauntered back into the house, returning a few minutes later with a couple handfuls of string and material. In her two palms she held two complete swimsuits.

Apparently one was a flesh colored one piece, the other was a two piece, nothing more than blue string with patches for the nipples and pussy. Louise offered her one as a gift.

Cynthia looked at me and said, "You choose."

For no reason other than maximum skimpiness, I chose the blue one. Bob chimed in, "Don't you think you better try it on?" And we laughed.

My wife simply said, "Maybe later."

The idea was proposed that we all needed a swim to cool off, so the four of us jumped into the pool. While in the pool, Louise mentioned how they like to come out late on warm nights and skinny dip with all the lights off and look at the stars.

Bob, said, "You two should try it sometime. You are always welcome to. Just call ahead and let us know, seriously."

Louise chimed in "And we promise not to peek."

Cynthia giggled and said, "Darn." To which she received knowing looks from them both.

We emerged from the pool refreshed and energized. Bob and Louise thought everyone needed another drink and went into the kitchen to mix up a pitcher of Margaritas. When we were alone I motioned again towards the view of our window.

She said, "I bet you wish I was standing naked in that window right now."

I answered, "I bet you wish YOU were; and doing something more than just standing naked."

She smiled as she scolded me. "Oh, ya think? Listen Buster, you better be careful. I'm a drunken horny woman, and getting more of both by the minute. I can't be held accountable from this point on."

I smiled and scolded her back, saying, "Oh yeah? Well, just how far do you want to take this Bob and Louise thing?"

She answered, "You're asking me? She stood in deep contemplation for a few moments, then smiled and said, "All the way, baby!"

I handed her the little blue string thing of a bikini. I told her she might want to try it on for us pretty soon. It was so small she tucked it into the back of her swim bottoms, and said, "You're on!"

Bob and Louise returned with the drinks. Cynthia said she really needed a drink and drank it with renewed vigor.

Bob continued eyeballing her cleavage, but now she helped him out by turning a little towards him. Her eyes strayed a little as well. I'm sure his cock was getting as hard as mine by now.

I remember another mention of how his dark tan resembled a black man in that moonlight. I'm sure he was flattered; given the amount of time he spent trying to get dark.

Louise perceived this and as she talked to me she slid her chair a little closer to me. I quietly mentioned to her that I'd like to get the name of that hotel in Vegas from her, as a little anniversary surprise for my wife.

Louise promised to give it to me. She suggested her and Bob book a stay for the same weekend. She always regretted missing the opportunity the first time.

Cynthia rose to use the bathroom. Louise suggested that Bob help her find it, but Cynthia insisted he stay put; she could find it and would be right back.

Louise continued to talk to me and her hand occasionally reached over and patted my thigh. Bob looked on approvingly but didn't stare.

After what seemed a little long for a normal bathroom break, I heard the sliding glass door from the house. Cynthia slowly stepped out and slid the door shut behind her.

The three of us turned to look and I saw Bob's jaw drop. Backlit from the kitchen she looked nude. As she got closer I could see a big smile on her face as she walked real ladylike, one foot in front of the other, making her hips swing a bit more than usual.

Only when she got closer to the table could you see the small blue string and patches that only half covered her nipples and pussy. The little blue material between her legs was drawn up in a pronounced cameltoe.

Standing by the table, she moved her shoulders making her tits sway back and forth, and then she turned around, revealing her bare ass with the tiny blue string up her crack.

Bob said, "Bravo!" and clapped his hands a couple of times.

Looking at Bob, my wife said, "I told you, later."

As she sat down and turned her chair so it faced Bob more. She turned to Louise and said, "Thanks for the swimsuit, I love it."

Louise laughed and said, "Swimsuit?" Then leaned towards her and squinted her eyes and said, "By golly, you are wearing it. It is YOU."

As we got more intimate, the two couples, me and Louise, Cynthia and Bob, drew closer to each other and the talking became whispers, punctuated with giggles. Both couples were kissing and petting.

My wife, needing to be the center of attention, asked me, "Honey, I want to suck Bob's cock. Do you mind if I suck his cock?"

I answered, "That's up to Bob and Louise."

Louise, who was already squeezing my cock through my shorts quickly chimed in, "Go for it honey."

I whispered to Louise, "I think she wants us to watch." And Louise smiled and nodded her agreement.

Bob stood up and my wife pulled his shorts off. She cooed, "Oooh, my big hung black man."

He had both hands on her tits as she took his cock into her mouth. He was kind of big and for that I was glad for her. She put both of her hand to her pussy and fingered her herself vigorously.

Louise now had my cock out of my shorts and pumped it with her hand while I played with her nipples under her top. She occasionally dropped her head to suck it, and then came up to watch the Cynthia show.

Cynthia grabbed Bob's cock with her hand, pulled her mouth away long enough to say, "Gimme that cum now. Shoot it down my throat!"

Putting both of her hands back to her pussy, Bob grabbed her by the hair on both sides of her head and started to buck his hips, fucking her mouth with wild abandon.

He occasionally pulled her face towards him until her lips reached the base of his 8" shaft and her nose touched his stomach.

Louise watched in admiration, turning to me and saying, "Now that's impressive."

Bob's cock now fucked her mouth steadily, and soon he said, "Here it comes baby."

Cynthia's tits swayed back and forth with the motion and a long string of saliva extended from her mouth to her tits. She made loud slurping sounds as he shot his load down her throat. As his cumming subsided, she held his cock firmly in her mouth, looking up at him as if pleading for just a little more.

Louise looked at me and said, "Your turn now."

I stopped her and said, "I've always wanted to see that ass of yours."

She obligingly stood up and turned her back to me. First I undid her top and let it fall to the cement. Then I slowly pulled her tight bottoms down. She shimmied her hips back and forth as I did.

Wow, what a bubble butt. I patted it and squeezed her cheeks. As I licked her ass and thighs, she took hold of the back of her chair, stood on her tiptoes and arched her back.

She had long legs, and I craned my neck to lick her full pussy lips and her perfect, tiny little pink asshole. Her pussy was dripping wet and I reached up with one hand and rubbed her larger than normal clit.

As my tongue circled her asshole, she gave a long groan and gasped "Oh my, what is this? Awwww, that feels goooood."

She looked down at me and said, "You gonna fuck that ass big boy? Huh? Huh? Wanna fuck my ass?"

I answered, "Yeah baby, I'm gonna FUCK that ass!"

I got up and pulled her over towards a padded reclining lawn chair. As we passed them, Bob was on his knees giving Cynthia's pussy a proper tongue lashing. We stopped for a moment to observe my wife in the throws off an orgasm. She looked at us in a pleading way.

She was looking at Louise's protruding clit and she reached out and took it between her thumb and middle finger. With my hand on her bare ass, I pushed Louise a little closer and Cynthia leaned towards her and put her lips on her clit and sucked it.

Louise rubbed her hair appreciatively, like she was a good dog. She said, "You like my little cock?" Then her knees suddenly almost buckled as Carolyn sucked and pulled on it with her lips.

Pulling away as we proceeded towards the recliner, Louise looked back at my wife and said, "Later."

I couldn't take it, I needed to fuck, plain and simple. I laid on the recliner and pulled her ass first down into my lap. Louise had whispered to me earlier that internal stimulation gave her the best orgasm.

Entering her wet pussy, she squatted over me, both of her feet on the patio. She liked a hard fuckin and she soon was bouncing herself up and down as hard as I was thrusting my hips up.

She had one hand on my leg, the other was between her legs rubbing her clit as well as my cock and it slid in and out. She panted, "Oh, I like this, I like it this way."

I looked over and saw my wife and bob watching us. She was still rubbing herself between her legs as Bob looked at and massaged her tits. He liked those tits. I'm glad he enjoyed them, he'd been trying to get a look at them for long enough.

For my part, I couldn't imagine a sexier sight than Louise's ass slamming up and down on my lap. I licked my finger and put it on her tight little asshole. As she came down on it I inserted it further and further. She started to get vocal.

When she began to cum, she made an ear piercing birdlike sound, "eeeeee, eeeee, eeeee." I was hoping nobody called the police.

When her orgasm subsided, she looked back and said "You about ready?"

I said, "Oh yeah, any second."

She said, "Hold on, you're going to love this."

She got off and turned around facing me. She extended her long tongue and held it on the front of my cock shaft as she grabbed it with her hand and squeezed. She wasn't sucking; she was jacking me off with her tongue.

When I squirted my first load, her mouth engulfed me. She pumped and sucked while her eyes stared into mine. On ensuing squirts her head jerked back just a little, but she didn't lose her lip lock and didn't miss a drop.

My wife was ready to go home and shower. I expected the night wasn't quite over. Round two might involve some open blinds and a captive audience.

Louise accepted my wife's invitation to come home with us and take a shower with her (she was real curious about Louise's clit), and Bob assured Louise he was spent and content to do what was his favorite pastime---sitting in his chair and watch the neighbor lady.

In the following weeks, my wife and I agreed that our relationship had never been better, sexually and otherwise. We began to have frank and honest discussions about our sexual wants, needs and desires.

We both agreed that once a sexual fantasy has been fulfilled, it lost some of its appeal. For example; Cynthia no longer felt the rush when Bob or Louise watched her doing yard work in her swimsuit.

However, if some suntanned roofers working on the roof next door were eyeballing her, that's a whole different ball game.

It is similar to a married couple who lack imagination and just have sex for the sake of getting each other off, which is like masturbation. The spice is in the variety.

Some sexual secrets between us are fine, if it added to one's excitement. For example, Cynthia apparently found it exciting that she'd had her Washington D.C. affair and chose to not tell me about it. I found it exciting that I knew about it and she didn't know.

We both agreed that is was more exciting to plan and execute our sexual encounters together rather than alone.

We promised to remain emotionally faithful with one another. Neither of us were interested in an outside romance or love.

We also agreed that the pursuit and anticipation of an imagined sexual encounter is as much fun as the sex itself, if not more so.

For our anniversary, we wanted something special. We decided on a week in Vegas, but not with our neighbors and not at their swinger hotel.

We wanted a week of spontaneous sexual encounters with others, the fun being in the pursuit. We didn't want to become swingers having sex with other swingers.

We would be two people on a sexual adventure, looking for fun and excitement in one of two roles: Either as an innocent Midwestern couple being seduced by experienced players, or the shock and awe of taking some innocents under our wing and seducing them.

We also thought it would be fun to film some of our adventures. Our mode of operation would be the new laptop computer we bought complete with the highest quality built in webcam we could find. I popped open the case and disconnected the little light that tells you when the cam is on or off.

We rented a suite at a casino hotel right on the strip. We got a nice one with a little kitchenette, two king size beds and a hot tub built into the floor.

We had agreed not to have sex for a week before we went, the frustration and tension added to the urgency of our goal.

Upon our arrival at our new digs, I set up the innocuous laptop on the work area desk in the corner. I tested it for its field of view; it took in the two beds, hot tub. I turned on the camera and turned off the monitor. I just had to "Hit Any Button" and the camera and recorder would be rolling.

That first day we took in some sites. It was fun being more interested in the people than the sites. Everyone being strangers to everyone else, it was easy to start conversations with them.

If all else failed, we had a secret weapon. My wife had packed two swimsuits, one of them being the two pieces of blue string Louise had given her.

Strolling past the pool, there were some skimpy bikinis, although none quite as micro skimpy as hers. At least we knew she wouldn't be arrested.

Some of the women around the pool looked like showgirls, but my wife would look sexier and attract more attention. She would look like an accountant from the Midwest that is getting off parading around nearly nude!

That afternoon we stood in line for a comedy show when we were hit on. Well, sort of. The couple ahead of us looked attractive enough. They looked about our age, early to mid forties.

Her name was Marcia. She was medium height (about a head shorter than Cynthia), with dark brown hair to her shoulders. She looked fit with a rather hourglass shape, wider hips, trim waist and medium breasts. When she turned I saw her face wasn't bad to look at. She wore a simple but attractive black medium length dress with a round neckline.

His name was Gerald. He looked dressed for Vegas. Black tight shirt, black trousers, black shoes with a gold chain around his neck. He was about my wife's height, so three or four inches shorter than me. He looked fit as well, and had the complexion of maybe an Italian. He had black hair that was a bit longer to his neck. He had that unshaven stubble that was popular at the time.

He turned and asked if we'd save their spot for them while they went to the restroom. They both had an English accent, and we later found out that they were on holiday from England.

We exchanged chit chat with them while in line. When we entered the room, the usher sat people four to a table. When It appeared we would be separated, he asked the usher if they could switch and sit with us, which was easily accommodated.

Before the show, we garnered the information that they were on their last day of a four day stay, leaving the next morning. This was their second trip to Vegas. We had just arrived and had never been there, so they quickly agreed to hang with us after the show and share their extensive knowledge, so to speak.

Afterwards, we played a few slots, walked around the casino and wound up in a little piano dance bar. We had all been drinking liberally for a few hours.

Cynthia was playing the innocent to the hilt. She was wearing a bright orange and brown sun dress. The hem came to about her mid thigh, making her look all legs and boobs.

We got up to dance a few times to the piano music. Once Gerald asked Marcia to dance to a slow tune and she declined and he asked me if he could ask my wife. I obliged, as did Cynthia.

We watched them as they danced and a few tunes later I asked Marcia to dance and we were soon joined on the floor by my wife and Gerald. Everyone was getting pretty cozy.

They expressed disappointment that they had to leave the next day. Apparently they hadn't found another couple to do things with on their previous three days. They also made it clear that they had expected to experience a bit more of a wild time than they had.

Marcia said, "You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and all that." She laughed at her own joke and her head came down on my shoulder.

We sat in a half round booth facing the dance floor. During the course of getting up to dance, and going to the bathroom, the seating arrangement had changed. Gerald and Marcia now sat on the inside, Cynthia on one end next to Gerald, me on the other next to Marcia.

My wife was playing the naïve innocent to the hilt letting any talk or acts of impropriety go right over her head.

Once while she and Gerald were slow dancing, out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand slide down to her ass. She looked lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him with an astonished, amused smile and pulled his hand back up to her lower back.

The subject came up about which hotel we were staying at. We were at our hotel already. They were staying at another a short walk away. That got Cynthia talking about our room; "hot tub right in the floor". She couldn't wait to try it. They should see it.

That got Marcia going, "You have one of those? How nice, it's a shame we didn't bring a swimsuit."

Drunk, naïve Cynthia didn't miss a beat, "I brought an extra one! And besides swimsuits are optional, isn't that what our neighbors with the pool always say." And she laughed.

Then she backslid, saying, "Well, I think they were joking, don't get the wrong idea."