Incest/Taboo Sweet Sweet Revenge

After ten years of marriage, it was over. Towards the end, I did every thing I could think of to try and save the marriage, but to no avail. I'm not an advocate of getting a divorce either, at least not until everything possible has been done to try and keep that from happening. But I had done all that, so when my ex-wife filed, I tried to keep things as amicable as possible. But as they say, there really is no such thing as a good divorce.

We had just stepped out of the courtroom, I was standing in the long hallway leading out from the chamber talking to my attorney when my now ex-wife saddled up to me.

"Tom? Can I speak with you for a moment?" She asked.

My attorney mentioned something about another appointment and said his goodbyes.

"What is it Silvia?"

My "Ex" was a touchy-feely person, so when she put her hand on my shoulder I didn't really think much about it, after all...it's just the way she was. Though I had learned she'd been doing a LOT of touchy-feely stuff with several other guys towards the end.

"No hard feelings?" She asked.

I looked at her with what I could only describe as contempt. She'd pretty much taken me to the proverbial cleaners, though the one thing I had managed to keep her from getting her grubby little mitts on had been the luxury cabin that my father and I had built together high up in the Uinta Mountains. A family retreat of sorts that I had eventually inherited shortly after my parents death, and a piece of property that the court had decided my Ex had no rights to as it was bought and paid for long before we had gotten married. That, and the small family business that had been started by my father and which I was now operating myself, which included some land that was at the time nearly worthless.

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in selling the cabin." She asked boldly. "I'd give you fair market value for it Tom, and I know you could use the money." She said somewhat a little too glibly.

Silvia had bartered, begged, conjoiled....done everything she could think of to try and get me to sell her the place. It had been the one place where we had actually spent some very romantic, erotic, and very sensual times together. Frankly, I couldn't understand why it had meant so much to her under the circumstances until I found out, a few years later that she had had many of her trysts there with other men during our marriage.

"Sorry....no Silvia. I'm not THAT bad off." I replied, shaking her hand off my arm as I responded.

"Oh well, had to ask." She said, turning and preparing to walk off in the opposite direction. She stopped then for a moment and turned back towards me. I was actually a little surprised to see what I thought was a real tear in the corner of her eye.

"I have to confess to you Tom....I hope that ten years from now I don't look back and realize I made a mistake."

To be honest, I didn't know how to respond to that. For one thing, I had loved her. For another, it was hard to simply throw away ten years of marriage, even though it had had its rough spots. But then, didn't most marriages? Even so, I felt like I had tried to do everything possible to keep this from happening, but when the final papers were signed, I knew then there'd be no going back, no matter what happened.

As I watched Silva walk down that long hallway towards the exit, I couldn't help but think that was probably the last time she'd ever touch me, if even in a casual sense. She had a nice ass too with long shapely legs that she loved wrapping around me when we fucked.

"Fuck!" I said aloud, actually shocking a couple of people standing nearby when they heard my profanity. I couldn't believe I'd actually stood there gazing at her near perfect ass as she walked away from me and out of my life.

"Sorry." I quickly added nodding to them and then turning to walk off in the opposite direction than my wife or rather ex-wife had. What bothered me the most was that she could still give me a hard-on whenever I looked at her, and I had one now in fact, which had made me even angrier as I knew that I would never again be with her.

The only good thing that came out of this was the fact we hadn't had any children together that would be affected by our divorce. I had contracted the mumps while a teenager, which had effectively made me sterile. Which was great in my later teenage years, as I didn't have to worry about getting some girl pregnant. But it sure didn't make things easy for me when it came time to want to actually settle down and have a family. Adoption was certainly an option, but at the time, neither of us had been in any big hurry to start a family. Thank God!

At just slightly over six feet, I was in pretty damn good shape, fairly muscular though not in a body-builder sort of way, and ruggedly handsome even if I did say so myself. Dark full head of hair, piercing green eyes, and a slightly broken nose that gave me character rather than a pretty-boy face, I had had my share of women, though again, once they discovered I wasn't capable of fathering a child, usually resorted in the break-up of any long term possibilities. So it was that I was surprised a year or so later when I met another woman who eventually became my wife.

Over the course of the next ten years I grew the business, built a new home, and had pretty much everything I'd ever dreamed of. Including a wife who loved me. Sure, we still had our ups and down like any married couple, but in comparison to what it had been like living with my ex-wife, it was just this side of Heaven. With all that going for me, you'd have thought that I should be the happiest man alive. And for the most part, I was. But every once in a while, usually around my Ex and my anniversary, I thought of her and felt those old pangs tear at my heart.

Cindy and I had an OK sex life. Nothing particularly wild or exciting, more like 'comfortable' in a sense, which was ok. But unfortunately, that's all it was. I had to give Silvia credit in that department; she could fuck like a mink. But like a mink, she wasn't particular about who she fucked either. And so for ten years I lived my new life, happy as I could be, and expected to be, and simply pushed back whatever thoughts or memories I had of my Ex whenever they surfaced. That was until I accidentally bumped into her at a car dealership when I had gone in to have some work done on my new Jeep.

At first neither one of us really recognized one another. It's not like either one of us had changed all that much in ten years. But people do change, and it was just enough for both of us that it took a moment for realization to sink in. When it did, we both seemed to discover it simultaneously as we stood there in the waiting room of the service area.

"Tom? I thought that was you, you haven't changed all that much in ten years. How are you doing these days anyway?" She asked me.

Silvia had changed. If anything she looked even better than she had. She'd put on a few extra pounds, but then again so had I. But on Silvia, it looked better. I'd always been after her about her weight; she had always been on the skinny side for my taste. And now, she was right about where I wish she'd been ten years ago. Especially as she seemed to have grown a little fuller in the breast area than I remembered.

We sat in the waiting room exchanging pleasantries, and catching one another up on what we'd been doing, and what we'd accomplished over the past ten years. I told her about my business, where I lived even, and of course we both exchanged the fact we'd each gotten remarried, though hers had in fact recently ended about a year ago. Which meant, she was now single again.

A moment later, I heard my name called over the PA system, telling me my Jeep was finished with it's first oil change and servicing.

"Well Silvia, it's been nice seeing you again." I said, unsure of what else to say, especially as I would have liked to stick my tongue out at her instead and say something silly like "Sorry your life's fucked up"...or some such, but of course I didn't.

When I stood up to leave, she did too. And once again reached out putting her hand on my arm as she did. Obviously old habits die hard.

"Remember that day outside of the courtroom?" She began.

"How could I not?" I said to myself.

"Do you remember what I told you back then?" She questioned. I did, but I played dumb, wanting to hear her say it and act like I had forgotten all about it.

"I told you then that I hoped I wouldn't look back in ten years time and wonder if I had made a mistake."

All I could do was look at her, even when I heard my name being paged a second time to go to the service counter.

"I have to tell you Tom, ever since my second divorce, I've found myself asking that question. Did I? And now....I'm wondering once again."

For the briefest moment I wanted to reach out and grab her, hug her to me and kiss her passionately. And at the same time I wanted to punch her in the face. It was a toss-up as to which of the two I'd have rather done. But I finally took control of my senses.

"Listen Silvia, I really need to go. But maybe you can call me at work some time and we can talk about it." I told her. I soon left, paid for and picked up my Jeep, and then chastised myself rather ardently on the way home when I realized what a stupid thing I had done by inviting her to actually call me sometime at work. I actually prayed right then and there that she wouldn't. By the time I got home, I was mad at myself, and even worse....horny as hell.

"How'd it go?" Cindy asked as she stood at the sink washing a few late breakfast dishes.

I walked up behind her, putting my arms around her and gave her breasts an affectionate little squeeze, that soon turned into a more wanting, demanding caress as I stood behind my wife, pressing my erection against her.

"What on earth's gotten into you?" She asked, pulling away slightly which admittedly annoyed me a little.

"Nothing." I said a little guiltily, ashamed that I was fondling my wife, knowing full well it had been seeing my ex-wife that had gotten me aroused in the first place. "It's been a while......is all." I told her. And it had been, three weeks in fact since we'd last made love together.

Cindy giggled in the same way she first did when we'd started dating, and for a brief moment I remembered those initial lusty times we'd spent together and thought that maybe I was about to get lucky after all.

"Maybe later." She said winking at me, which was promising yes, but I'd been given that same wink before only to wind up jerking off in the bathroom long after she'd gone to bed.

Spinning out of my arms and away from me, she then proceeded to remind me of all the Saturday chores that still needed doing. That, and the fact that we had promised to go over to a friend's house later that night for dinner.

"Shit!" I exclaimed aloud. I'd forgotten all about that, and I suddenly knew that there wouldn't be any hanky-panky tonight if we were going over there. A fact which I then reminded her of, as I knew it would be late by the time we got home.

"Come on Cindy." I began once again, "You and I both know you won't be in the mood to do anything by the time we get home." I saw the hurt look in her face after I'd said that. Perhaps it wasn't the most tactful way to state it, but it was after all the truth.

"Fine." She said reaching around and undoing the apron she'd been wearing to wash dishes in. "You wanna go upstairs and fuck...then lets fuck." She stormed off in the direction of the stairs leading up to the bedroom. Normally I'd have backed down, caved in, apologized and told her I was sorry. I'd done that a number of times before. But not this time. I was still angry with myself at letting my Ex get to me for one thing, and for the other, I was still horny, enough so that even an angry "get it over with" fuck was better than nothing. Or so I thought anyway. And suddenly I was following her up the stairs undoing my belt as I did.

She was naked on the bed waiting for me by the time I got there. But it wasn't one of those sultry sexy poses I saw when I found her. She was lying flat on her back, legs spread...obscenely, just staring at the ceiling. Once again I knew this look and this posture for what it was. She'd used it once before, only that time I'd gotten dressed and walked out of the room without doing anything. But once again, not this time.

And this time...I think I took her by surprise.

Cindy has great tits. Full mature breasts that have a little droop to them, nothing major, but enough so that I find them sensually arousing without looking at her as though she were some young teenage girl with perfect perky breasts. She had a sensuality to her that was stimulating to me every time I saw her naked, which wasn't often enough in my estimation. Her nipples, though not hard at the moment where just as captivating, they were caramel colored and delicious just to look at, let alone to kiss, suck and lick. That, and they were large too, covering nearly the full face of each of her well-rounded breasts that though on the large side, weren't overly so. Certainly more than a simple handful perhaps, but then again I had big hands.

I finished removing my clothing, and noticed that Cindy had a surprised expression on her face. Obviously she thought I would turn and leave the room like I had in the past. Instead, I walked towards the bed following my obvious hard-on and climbed into bed next to her. I immediately cupped one of her fat fleshy tits and began licking and coaxing her nipple to hardness. Cindy continued to simply lay there, unmoving, unresponsive and obviously angry though she wasn't about to say anything to me about that. I'd managed to tease one nipple to a nice firm tautness which I think actually pissed her off. But rather than spending equal time doing the same to her other deflated little nubbin, I decided to move forward with what was becoming a rather awkward and possibly disastrous lovemaking session.

Cindy had of course closed her legs together by now, once again extending them full length atop the bed, and it took me a moment as I reached down to begin toying with her very dry cunt, that I was just as determined as she was, and this time more so to have my way with her, no matter how angry it made her. And frankly, at the moment, I didn't give a rat's ass about her feelings. Or mine for that matter.

Cindy wasn't exactly a small woman, but I was strong enough that it took me no more than a moment to reach down and literally flip her over onto her stomach. I think when I did that; I surprised the hell out of her, though she wasn't about to acknowledge that of course. Once I had her in that position, I then reached down grabbing her soft fleshy ass-cheeks and yanked her up into a kneeling position and drove myself home. I think the sudden intrusion of my cock entering her took her breath away momentarily. I'd never before in our entire married life been that rough with her before, especially in my not taking time to ensure she was lubricated well enough to accept me. And not that I was exceptionally large either, but enough so that as hard and as thick as I was, she certainly felt it when I entered her and actually moaned, though unfortunately, not in a good way.

"Ouch!" Cindy said. "Tom....be careful. That hurt!" She finally had to tell me, and I knew that it made her angry having to admit to me that it had. Which simply made me smile, and pissed me off even more realizing all that.

I didn't say anything though, and simply continued to slam into her cunt from behind perhaps a little more forcefully that I otherwise would have. Surprisingly, I felt my wife's cunt begin to lubricate, and our coupling became a little less frictioned than it had started out, but she was obviously not emotionally trying to enjoy it, even though her cunt was perhaps defensively trying to keep me from fucking her raw. I reached down, once again cupping her breast as I'd seen them swaying back and forth, something that never failed to arouse me. I was glad to find her nipples erect when I did, and immediately toyed with them, though all I got from her in response was an admonition.

"Not so rough Tom, they're sore." She told me.

So I pinched them instead, causing her to yelp once again, though I did release them and sat back further on my haunches and began to really slam into her from behind with the ultimate goal of getting my rocks off now, and to hell with whatever pleasure she could have had from this, which was none by my way of thinking.

Normally I took my time with Cindy, ensuring that she was every bit as aroused as I was. I loved going down on her, and she loved it when I licked and sucked her pussy. She also loved it when I slow-fucked her, or varied our positions and tempo of lovemaking. But since this was obviously not a normal session for either one of us, I continued to simply thrust into her from behind until I felt my balls tighten and knew that I was about to spew whatever load I'd managed to work up in so short of a time into her. She knew it too, and suddenly reacted in a wholly and entirely different way that I had expected, especially under these unusual circumstances. It was like she knew I was heading towards climax...and I was going to get there without her. Suddenly she was fucking back against me for all she was worth, and I realized that she'd decided that she wasn't going to give me the satisfaction of having an orgasm while she didn't. It was weird in a way, because neither of us was trying to pleasure the other one really, just ourselves.

I felt Cindy reach back and beneath herself and knew she was now desperately trying to stimulate her clit in order to get herself off, either before I did, or at the very least, ensuring that she came shortly after I did. Call me dumb, stupid...or even a plain old son-of-a-bitch, cause I was acting that way admittedly, but feeling my wife frigging off her clit knowing full well what was now going on here between us incensed me enough that I was bound and determined to win this little contest of wills, and so I did the unthinkable. I faked an orgasm.

Yeah, I know....but sometimes there wasn't all that much cum...especially if I was in a hurry...so I was banking on that for one thing. In the next instant I slammed into her as far and as deep as I could go, held myself there, and groaned and yelled as though I was spilling my spunk into her cunt. I even throbbed my dick through muscle control, as though it was spurting inside of her perhaps. And I hoped that's what she thought I was actually doing, even if I wasn't. She was still busily masturbating herself with one hand trying to reach orgasm as well when I pulled out of her and stood up and away from the bed. Cindy didn't even look at me, but continued to frig her cunt, as I turned and walked out of the bedroom heading for the guest bath rather than using our own private bath connecting our room. I figured Cindy would soon be using that, and moments later when I heard the door slam, I knew that she was.

In the guest bath, I soon jerked my prick off into the wide open toilet bowl cunt that awaited me, and with far less satisfaction than I would have preferred, flushed my curdled spendings out of sight, though not quite out of mind as I stood there wondering just how much damage I....we actually, had done to our marriage.

Thankfully I had enough outside chores to keep me busy the rest of the afternoon, but more importantly away from Cindy. Inevitably it was soon time to drive over to our friends place for dinner. Shelly and Cindy had been friends for a number of years, married about the same length of time that Cindy and I had been, she and Frank had what most people would call the perfect marriage. In all the time we'd known them, I'd never seen them argue or fight about anything. Disagree yes, of course....but always playfully so, and never with any indication that one or the other of them would pay for it later. And the other thing I enjoyed about our relationship with them was that Shelly was very attractive, as was her husband Frank. Both Shelly and Frank were flirtatious, a fact that had neither bothered nor upset either Cindy or myself at any time.

Maybe it was because Cindy knew her friend so well that she never felt threatened by all the sexy little innuendo's that she would shoot my way during the course of an evening. Frank had been much the same way with Cindy, and I think she liked the attention from that, as on occasion it HAD been the catalyst to some rather intense lovemaking between Cindy and I afterwards. Though again, not usually that same night as we always arrived home rather late whenever we'd gone over there.

We'd been there long enough for Frank to fix us all a drink when I saw that Shelly had ushered Cindy off into a corner somewhere. Like a sister, she seemed to always know when something was bothering Cindy, and she would always seem to draw Cindy off to one side and ferret out from her whatever it was that was going on. I knew neither of them kept secrets from one another, though I doubted Shelly had nearly as many to share with Cindy as my wife did with her.

"How's business going for you Tom?" Frank asked me, trying to garner my attention away from the sudden disappearance of our wives. I emptied my glass handing it back to him for a refill.

"Fine." I said simply, letting him know I wasn't in the mood to discuss business, but that I was in the mood to suddenly get drunk. Frank poured us each another full glass and then led me outside to the patio where he turned the steaks on the barbeque grill.

"Listen Tom, I don't mean to pry or anything, but obviously the two of you have had some sort of a fight. If you guys don't feel like being here, we'd understand, there's no sense in spending the evening together if you're going to be miserable. And besides, we're good enough friends that I feel I can tell you.....I don't particularly want to share your misery this evening if that's all right with you."

I liked Frank. Though Shelly was Cindy's best friend, I'd have to say that Frank had become mine as well.

"I'm sorry Frank, yeah....we sort of did have a little spat earlier in the day, and I guess it's kind of lingered on over into the evening. But no....I don't want to spoil the evening, or yours and Shelly's for that matter either. I'm sure once Cindy's had a chance to get it off her chest by talking to Shelly, that she'll be in a better mood, and I'm sure once she is...I will be too."

"Rare?" Frank asked flipping the steaks.

"Yeah...." I told him.

"Me too....like my steaks all nice and juicy, just like my women."

I shot him a look. "Women?" I asked. "I can't imagine you wanting or needing to be with any other women besides Shelly." I told him. "Aren't the two of you the happily married perfect couple?"

Frank laughed. "Course we are buddy. But what do you think helps us keep it that way?"

"Good sex?" I countered sarcastically, remembering the afternoon's fiasco.

"That....and an understanding wife, and lover."

"Well Shelly's that, I'll say that much."

"Yes....and sexy as hell too wouldn't you agree?" Frank asked.

We'd often joked about our wives before of course, and talked about all the secret naughty little things they enjoyed doing in the bedroom. Guy talk of course. But I'd never once heard Frank mention anything about any other women in all the years I'd known him.

"Ever fool around Frank?" I asked boldly, not knowing for sure if I'd stepped over that imaginary line or not.

Frank glanced up at me knowingly. "Not without Shelly being there." He told me honestly. You could have knocked me over with a feather.

"Seriously?"

"We're not swingers or anything like that if that's what you mean." Frank said. "But we have had a couple of threesomes in the past, and even a wife-swapping foursome once or twice. Just a little added spice to our sex-life, and it's seemed to keep the intimacy between the two of us constantly heated. Like I said, we don't do something like that all the time, matter of fact, it's been nearly six month's now since we have done anything."

I had to fix myself another drink while Frank stood tending the steaks so I could digest what it was he'd just told me. When I returned, I handed him a fresh one as well, and took up where we'd left off.

"You don't get jealous or anything when you see someone else fucking your wife?" I stated a little vulgarly. But I wanted to test his reaction to it.

"The first time I was....a little I guess. But I was really excited too Tom. Thing is, I trust my wife, and she trusts me. We've never done anything outside of one another's knowing or being there. So that way there's no distrust or suspicion. We can openly express ourselves in front of one another, have fun, enjoy sex just simply for sex, and not mix love and pleasure with it unless we're alone together. It's not a formula that works for everyone, but it works for us."

"Is that why you've never made any moves...or suggested to us that you'd be interested in...well you know, including us?" I asked.

Frank laughed. "Yeah....one of the reasons I guess. We didn't want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship for one thing. And for the other, Shelly's not attracted to you either."

I felt my face flush with sudden embarrassment. And then Frank gave me more than a soft punch into my arm. "I'm just fucking with you buddy. Matter of fact, we have discussed it yes, but I guess we felt if it was meant to happen, then it would provided it was under the right circumstances, and that the mood and the opportunity was perfect for us to approach the two of you about it. Obviously, it never has really. And again...neither one of us wanted to push it or pressure either one of you into doing something you weren't comfortable with. I take it your not real happy with your sex-life at the moment." He added.

I then proceeded to tell Frank everything that had happened, including running into my ex-wife at the dealership. How that had set me off emotionally, and how I had come home to take out those frustrations on Cindy, who in turn simply added to those frustrations by her seemingly lack of any interest in me of late.

"Maybe the two of you need to go and spend a romantic weekend together, maybe go up to that fabulous, being wasted cabin of yours."

Frank and I had been going up there for years, during the hunting season. But it was about the only time it was ever used. "A lot of cabin for so little hunting." He'd once told me. And it was. Cindy hated going up there for one thing. Not that she was opposed to the out of doors, she loved it in fact, and we'd spent many vacations traveling and camping in a tent no less.

"Cindy hates the place." I told him honestly. "Mainly because she knows it was where Silvia and I spent our honeymoon together, amongst other things."

"So why don't you sell it? I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding a buyer."

Almost immediately Silvia came to mind of course. Even after all this time I'm sure she'd still love to by the place.

"Oh...I'm sure I could. But you know, it's been in the family for so long and I've always hoped that Cindy would warm up to it some day, but she never has of course."

About that time we heard Cindy and Shelly make there way downstairs from the bedroom. "Looks like they've had their little chat." Frank whispered conspiratorially to me. "We'll finish this discussion later."

I turned and was surprised to see Cindy actually smile at me. And not the "I'll get you later" kind of evil or mischievous smile either, but a genuine one. And so...I smiled back at her.

"Frank? I need you to run to the store." Shelly told him.

"What for?"

"We need new lettuce. The lettuce I bought a couple of days ago is too wilted, and I don't want to serve a limp salad."

"But you're the expert." Frank told her lamely, obviously not wanting to really go.

"No problem....Cindy will go with you." She told him. And then Frank shot me a curious look, which I returned. And once again whispered to me over the flare and sizzle of the steaks on the grill.

"Me thinks something's afoot!" Frank said in a poor English accent. "Ok honey!" He announced then. "I'm sure that Tom can baby-sit the steaks until we get back." He turned to me even as he pushed the steaks off into the corners of the grill and turned the heat down low. "We won't be gone long either!" He warned. "I'm not about to ruin four good steaks just so you and Shelly can have a little talk!"

Neither of us had any real idea what was going on here, but it was obvious that Shelly wanted to be alone with me.

"Don't worry Tom....she won't try anything without me here. So if you're worried she's going to try and seduce you while we're gone, she won't. Not until we're back at least so I can watch!" With that Frank gave me another punch to the shoulder, then gathered up my wife throwing an arm around her waist and escorting her hurriedly out the front door.

Shelly and I both watched them go until the door closed, and then she immediately walked over towards me.

"Cindy and I had a little chat." She began. "I think the two of you have both been working too hard for one thing. And for the other....you've allowed yourselves to get into a rut, sexually speaking." She added.

I wasn't surprised by Shelly's openness; she'd always been that way. But knowing what I did now put a whole other light on the subject.

"So....what do you suggest?" I said playing along.

"I think maybe you and Cindy need a tune up of sorts." She told me. "Something to put some spark back into your marriage. Are you willing to try that? Do something a little out there perhaps that might put a little get in your giddy up?"

"Hell Shelly...at this point I'm willing to do just about anything. I've already had one failed marriage, and I'm damned if I want to go through another one."

"Good." Shelly said. "Cindy pretty much told me the same thing. I asked her the same thing I'm going to ask you now. Do you trust Frank and I?"

"Of course." I told her, suddenly finding myself becoming rather excited as the hint of possibilities began to dance around in my mind here.

"Do you think you could handle seeing Cindy and Frank together?" She asked pointedly.

I was staring at her barely concealed breasts. Cindy was wearing a rather tight fitting tank top as she usually did, but I noticed now for the first time that she obviously wasn't wearing a bra.

"I don't think I'd have any problems with it. After all, I do know and trust Frank." I told her honestly. "But it's not me I'm worried about....it's Cindy. I'm not sure how she'd react to.......well to....you know."

"You and I fucking you mean?"

"Well...yes, since you put it that way."

"Like I said...we've already spoken about it."

"She said she was ok with that?" I asked incredulously.

"Well....she spent some time thinking about it yes. But after I assured her that if at any time she decided it was a bad idea, or if either one of you became uncomfortable, then we'd stop...no matter what. Could you agree to those terms as well?"

I shook my head up and down excitedly like a kid on a sugar high. "Whew." I exclaimed. "So....how do we go about this?" I asked anxiously.

"Let Frank and I direct things." She said. "We'll have, and enjoy our dinner, then I thought we'd sit and soak in the hot-tub for a while....naked of course. A little wine, relaxation, some stimulating conversation, and then Frank and I will start to fool around a little. If the two of you find this exciting, then you guys do the same. We'll just let things sort of go from there and see what happens."

"I'd better turn the steaks." I told her, needing a moment to digest what she'd just told me, and wondering if the grin I'd seen on my wife's face had been one of curious excitement, or revengeful glee at finding a way to get back at me. For a brief moment I wasn't exactly sure which one it had been and actually worried about it. A few minutes later, Frank returned with a new head of lettuce.

"We're back! How's the steaks?" He asked.

"Medium rare." I quipped. So you'd better hurry with the rest of dinner, or you'll be going out for more steaks." Once again Cindy gave me a curious look, wondering I'm sure what my reaction had been to Shelly's question. I smiled back at her, and nodded my head, which seemed to take her by surprise a little; though she said nothing and simply nodded her own head back at me.

Dinner was great even though the steaks were slightly overdone. As Shelly had told me, we ended up in the hot-tub after it had gotten dark, but I was glad to see that they kept the inside lights of the hot-tub off as we all settled down into the soothing bubbling water... naked.

Frank had picked out a nice bottle of wine to sit in the tub and relax with. Cindy liked wine preferably anyway, and I was happy to see Frank refilling her glass. Usually she nursed a single glass of wine in one sitting, so obviously even in this respect she was letting her hair down a little. We quickly polished off that bottle, and Frank poured my wife yet a third glass, which she gratefully accepted before sitting back as it happened between Frank and Shelly. The 'game-plan' had been for Frank and Shelly to more or less start things, and then see how Cindy and I reacted from there. That all changed suddenly and dramatically.

"Shelly? You and I were roommates all through college together. How come you never made any advances towards me during all that time?" She asked her from out of the blue.

It was obvious the wine had lessened my wife's inhibitions. Not only physically as she was sitting in the tub naked, but mentally as well since she'd come right out and asked her friend such a thing in the first place.

"To begin with silly.....I'd never done anything with another woman before, not until after Frank and I were married, and then not for quite some time after that. So it wasn't like I was entertaining thoughts of being with another woman during college. If I had...I probably would have approached you back then." She said.

Cindy thought about that for a moment and then blew everyone away. "I used to wonder in bed at night as we lay there sleeping together what it might be like to be with you."

"Really?" Shelly said.

"Yeah....especially when I'd catch you masturbating at night when you thought I was asleep." She told her.

"So then, did seeing Shelly playing with herself turn you on?" Frank asked. And then I watched as he slid over to the other side of his wife and between the two women and placed his hand down beneath the water...obviously between Shelly's legs.

"Yes...it did." Cindy confessed. "And then I would do it sometimes too...thinking about it."

"Shelly loves to masturbate." Frank announced. "Still does. And I love watching her do it. Do you?" He asked turning slightly to look at my wife.

"Used to. But I admit...it's been a while since I have." She stated openly.

"I've never seen you do it." I told her. "Not even once."

"I know. I used to do it nearly every day, but then I started to worry that if I was masturbating so much, that maybe I was taking something away from you...so I quit."

"Hell....I jack off every day myself!" Frank exclaimed proudly.

Cindy seemed surprised at that and looked across him towards Shelly. "Doesn't that bother you?" She asked. "I mean....what if he's just finished jerking off and you're suddenly in the mood or something?"

"Then Frank tells me he just finished jerking off....and I give him a little while to recover. No secrets....no regrets, no hard feelings. Hell Cindy, sometimes I've just finished giving my pussy a work out with one of my vibrators, and Frank comes to bed all stiff and excited. Works both ways. And usually...most of the time we end up having even better second orgasms together afterwards. Sort of like priming the pump as it were, and it ends up making our lovemaking sessions last all the longer...and all the better in the long run. But even IF one of us still isn't in the mood...which is rare, but which has happened, we still take care of one another if the need and desire is there. Sometimes Frank just goes down on me until I cum, and then we call it a night. Or occasionally, if I don't feel like I'm ready to go again, I still treat him to something special, like one of my world-class blowjobs. But the point is...we don't deny one another anything, and we respect each other's needs, wants and desires. Bottom line you guys....we communicate!"

Cindy looked across the tub at where I was sitting. "Do you jack off?" She asked me.

This wasn't exactly a subject I was comfortable with....especially confessing not only to my wife, but to our best friends. At least I had a number of drinks to blame it on later. "Yes...occasionally." I qualified.

"How often?" Cindy pressed. And I noticed that both Shelly and Frank sat there expectantly waiting to hear my response.

"Oh...I don't know, maybe every other day or so." I told her. "Did you this morning?" She asked me out of the blue.

I had been in fact....during my morning shower. Cindy had come into the bathroom to hang up fresh towels as she did every weekend. I had been jerking myself off and hadn't heard her come into the bathroom initially. When I did, I quickly stopped, and appeared to be merely washing myself instead. Though we had one of those slightly opaque, distorted glass shower/tub enclosures, you could still faintly see one another inside the shower whenever you were looking through the glass. Obviously she had seen a little more than I thought she had.

"Yes." I said simply. "I was. But I stopped when you came into the bathroom. Why?"

"Just wondering."

"Is that why you weren't interested in fooling around after I got home from the dealership?" I asked....realization suddenly dawning on me. "Was it because you were mad at me for jerking off?"

"Go on Cindy." Shelly said. "Answer him, remember.......honesty and communication? Remember what we talked about?" She prompted.

"Yes....I guess I was, a little." She finally managed. "It made me horny thinking about it. But then I got angry, thinking you'd rather play with yourself instead of me. And then after you left, I went upstairs and satisfied myself, and then was feeling guilty about that, since I also knew I'd disrupted what you'd been doing. So when you got home, and wanted to fool around with me, I thought it was just because you were still horny from jacking off...but never finishing this morning. And because I had JUST finished getting off myself....I wasn't exactly in the mood at that moment."

"See? Now isn't that a lot better?" Shelly exclaimed. "All that heartache and anger over nothing!" She announced proudly. "All of which could have been avoided if you'd simply told one another what was really going on."

And I sat in the corner of the tub simply grinning foolishly. Maybe that's what Cindy thought had happened.....but that wasn't exactly the whole truth. And now I really did feel like a piece of shit. Frank was giving me a knowing look as well. I knew he wouldn't tell Shelly the whole story that much was and would remain between us at least. And I know he also knew I was feeling a little bit like a heel at this moment too, so there was some satisfaction in it for him over that.

The 'mood' had turned dramatically from the way it had started out however, and realizing that good old Frank worked on turning that ship about.

"Well now that we know all about your naughty little secret regarding Shelly, is that a curiosity you still might be willing to satisfy?"

That made Cindy laugh...although somewhat nervously. But at least it seemed to lighten the sudden tension we were all feeling. Even the obvious motions of Frank's hand beneath the water as he played with his wife hadn't helped all that much, though I for one had certainly continued to notice it. And now...as Cindy looked over towards Shelly a bit shyly perhaps in affirmation of that secret desire, she seemed to pick up on what Frank was doing to her friend.

"I can't believe I didn't notice what you were doing until now." She remarked.

Now it was Shelly's turn to giggle. "Hmmm, I'll say. And he's doing a rather nice job of it too." She added.

Frank gave me a quick glance from across the tub, and I knew immediately what he was asking just in the way he looked at me. I gave him an equally quick nod of the head, and waited. Frank had both hands beneath the water, and the subtle telltale movement wasn't missed by me either. I knew then that he had placed his other hand in my wife's lap. She in turn appeared startled for a brief moment, and looked immediately in my direction. I simply smiled at her, nodded, and moved my own hand beneath the water to my cock and began to toy with it in happy expectation of things to come.

It had been a while since I'd seen that wild-eyed expression on my wife's face. And I realized just how much I had missed seeing it.

"I think we're being poor hosts here." Shelly suddenly announced. And then she stood up and made the short trip over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. I felt her hand seek me out beneath the water, and I tensed at her touch, and shot a quick look over towards my wife. Cindy however had her head tilted back against the headrest, eyes closed, and a beatific expression of bliss on her face as Frank continued to fondle and play with her pussy beneath the water. Seeing this, I now reached over and began doing the same thing to Shelly.

"Goodness Cindy. Had I of known just how fucking big your husband's cock was, I'd have tried doing this a LONG time ago." She said.

I suddenly felt a little awkward, and slightly embarrassed having my best friends wife so blatantly comparing me to him like this.

"Don't worry Tom. She says that about ALL the guys whose cock's she's felt up. I think she does it just to tease me, that.....and stroke the guy's egos. Though I'm sure she's stroking a lot more than just your ego about now."

Cindy had opened her eyes of course, and was also glancing across the tub towards the two of us. Then I saw her sit up slightly and reach over as well. "Besides which Cindy.....Frank's got just as nice a cock as Tom does." She finished.

We all sat there for a time after that silently playing with one another so that only the sounds of our breathing could be heard. The atmosphere was definitely different now, and it was obvious that things would soon head one way or the other. Up until now, a little mindless groping and finger-play hadn't been all that big of a deal. But the truth of the matter was, how much further would things go, and how would either Cindy or I respond to it when it did? Even I wasn't as certain as I thought I would be.

"Listen...I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm turning into a prune here. Why don't we towel off and move this on into the house?" Shelly suggested. "Frank? Why don't you grab us another bottle of wine and take it on up to the bedroom?"

There...she'd said it. Opened the door. And my only question now was...would Cindy and I walk through it together?

"Not sure about any more wine for me." My wife said standing up. And it was a nice titillating jolt to my senses to see her doing so, something as simple as standing up in the altogether, unashamedly showing off her nakedness without making any sort of a fuss over it. "Any more wine and I'm not sure I'd remember what it was that I did."

"And that would be a bad thing?" Frank quipped.

"Maybe...maybe not. But I think I want to remember everything that happens tonight." Cindy said eyeing me, and smiling.

And so as she stepped out of the tub, and through the door.....I followed.

I watched as Shelly came up to my wife and began drying her off with a towel. It was more than that though....a lot more. And as both Frank and I watched, Shelly leaned over kissing Cindy, softly, slowly....intimately. And I watched as Cindy kissed her back.

We all headed up to the bedroom after that, Frank still managed to grab another bottle of wine, though I opted instead for another stiff scotch. Not that I was self conscious about walking around with my semi-hard dick hanging out. Frank was as well, and I did glance down at him, and Cindy was right. Frank had nothing to be ashamed of in that department either. Shelly HAD indeed been stroking my ego, in more ways than one, which was fine by me as I now no longer felt the need to be either competitive, nor self conscious about myself or Frank for that matter.

"You might as well sit down and enjoy this." Shelly said to us shortly after entering their bedroom. "Knowing you two....this is something you've probably talked about and discussed more than once out on the golf course, so you might as well sit back, relax.....and enjoy it. As who knows, we may.....or may not do it for you again." She said

"Yeah...." Cindy jumped in saying. "Cause after this....we just might keep this to ourselves!"

Cindy burst out laughing. "I don't think so." Frank stated then. "We have an agreement......."

"Only that I wouldn't ever be with another man unless you were in the room, and that you wouldn't be with another woman unless I was in the room." Shelly clarified.

"Oh....so that means its ok for the two of you to get it on without either one of us there?" Frank shot back at her teasingly.

"No different than if you and Tom want to have a go at one another." She came back with.

"Oh....so you wouldn't mind that would you?"

"He's right Shelly." Cindy suddenly spoke up saying. "Besides....I wouldn't mind seeing that myself."

"Ok, Ok.....never mind, forget I even brought the subject up." Frank said. And I raised my glass up to him in a toast.
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