Incest/Taboo Sweet Sweet Revenge

"Hypocrites!" Shelly spat. "Why is it ok for two girls to get it on....especially when the guys want to see them do it? But for some reason, its NOT ok for the guys to do the same...when the girls want to see them do it? Why is that huh?"

"I think we're out of scotch." I said suddenly standing up and heading for the door to the sounds of laughter from all three of them as it followed me out of the room and down the hallway. By the time I did return, it was to the sight of my lovely wife and her best friend hungrily going down on one another simultaneously. Frank was stroking his cock....unashamedly as he watched them, and suddenly I wasn't embarrassed to begin doing so myself.

"Damn....this is fucking hot!" Frank said as he continued jerking on his prick.

"I'll say." I added. Seeing the two gorgeous naked women pleasuring one another with their tongues was a sight to behold in deed. A few minutes later, Shelly looked up long enough to speak.

"Why don't you come around here and behind me?" She said looking at me. Side by side on the bed now, tongues still eagerly exploring and teasing one another, it was easy for me to slip into the enormous bed behind Shelly. As I did, it took no more than a moment for me to position my prick at the entrance of her pussy. As I slid inside her, the sensation was like having my dick wrapped in a moist, velvet covered rose petal. I carefully and gently eased my way inside her, and much to the delight of my wife who suddenly commented on it as I did.

"Oh fuck Shelly!" She said....."This is almost unreal....that's MY husbands cock inside your pussy! The same pussy I'm laying here licking!"

"Wild isn't it?" Shelly replied. "I know....that's how I felt the first time we did that. Ok now Frank....it's your turn. Slide up behind Cindy here...and you do the same thing to her that Tom's doing to me."

Although I really couldn't see much of anything, just hearing her describe what it was she was seeing....and now feeling sent shock waves of unbridled lust coursing through me. Shelly didn't have breasts anywhere's near as large as my wife's were. Some in fact would try and hang the title of "flat-chested" on her...but as I reached around and cupped her small tiny little tits, they felt wonderful in my hands and I began to knead them like a contented cat....everything but the purr, and my cock was doing that. One thing Shelly did have was incredibly hard nipples, and maybe it seemed more than that to me because there was so much nipple, but feeling their firmness pressed against the palm of my hand as I pressed against them, and rolled them about drew pleasured moans and mewlings from her as I did which was like music to my ears.

"Oh Tom....that feels heavenly!" She stated. As she spoke directly into my wife's cunt, which made her in turn laugh out loud a little.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." My wife admonished her. "That tickles!"

"Oh? Really?" Then Shelly said or did something else into my wife's pussy, but I couldn't hear what it was she said, or what she did exactly, but Cindy began thrashing and moaning wildly with delight.

"Stop it...stop it you cunt!" Cindy threw out at her. It had been a long time since I'd heard this particular "tone" in my wife's voice. I knew then that she was extremely horny, especially as she tended to become very vulgar, and very vocal whenever she was. Sort of like back in the days when she and I used to get stoned together and end up having fantastically wild sex all night long. She taught me words that I never even knew existed. Like I said...it had been a while. "Oh Frank....fuck my pussy you bastard!" She wailed.

"She's horny!" I offered up. "You'd better fuck her cunt Frank....or she's apt to turn around and bite it off if you don't." I warned him. I'm sure Frank took me only half seriously....but suddenly the bed was rocking with a more noticeable movement to it as Frank began to slide his prick in and out of my wife's cunt with a much greater urgency and demand.

"Oh yes!" Shelly joined in saying. "Too bad you can't see this the way I am." She remarked. "Frank....your beautiful cock looks so fucking hot going in and out of her like that! Hmmmmm, oh look.....look at the way her pussy lips seem to sort of suck in....grabbing your dick and holding it there, almost sucking and licking it as you pull back out of her!"

"And you thought YOUR wife was horny?" Frank somehow managed to contribute. "I can't shut my slut-wife up once she starts a diatribe!"

I increased my own tempo, propping myself up slightly on one elbow so I could sort of look over into the pile of flesh that was so intricately entangled together. It was impossible to see much of what was actually going on of course, but the continued sounds, including some very wet, sticky sloshy noises coming from both women's cunts spoke volumes.

"Let me know when you're about to cum baby!" Shelly told Frank.

"Almost there sweetheart!" He replied. "Shit...Cindy's cunt is fucking tight!" He added.

"Maybe its because old Tom here hasn't been fucking me enough!" My wife suddenly spoke up saying.

"Sounds like something that need's to be rectified for sure!" Shelly quipped. But Frank's imminent orgasm ended any more somewhat playful banter from continuing.

"Oh....oh, here it comes Shelly!" He said. "Catch it....catch it........catch.......IT!" He yelled pleasurably.

Even I could see that much. Shelly just managed to retrieve her husbands prick from my wife's cunt as it began to spew a geyser full of white hot cum cream into the air, most of which missed Shelly's mouth initially, and splattered along the side of my wife's face instead. Something that she rarely if ever did for me. It wasn't her "thing" to do as she once called it. And though my wife was great at giving head, she'd only allowed me to cum inside her mouth twice the whole time we'd been married. I was a little apprehensive in fact as to how she might react to this, so I continued to sit there, forgetting momentarily all about fucking Shelly's cunt as I continued to watch Frank's spray of cum cream splattering against his wife's face, and into her mouth after that first initial long shot that flew all the way up to my wife's face as she lay there sucking and licking Shelly's pink perfect looking pussy. To my surprise, Cindy hadn't even flinched, and as the pearly like drool of cum ran down the side of her cheek towards her lips, she took a moment to lick it from them as it slid inside of her mouth.

"Quite a shot that!" She exclaimed rather playfully. "But wait until you see Tom cum." She challenged. "I swear he could hit a bulls eye at fifty feet!" She exclaimed.

"Now even I wouldn't mind seeing that." Frank surprised everyone by saying.

"Not until he's made me cum first!" Shelly warned...."I'm way too fucking close now for him to stop...so if he does cum, he's just gonna have to do it again later for everyone's amusement....but not until I've had mine at least! Now....shut up and suck my clit Cindy....I'm so fucking close now!"

A second latter Shelly screamed her orgasm into the night with such embellishment that I actually grimaced when she came. "Does she always do that?" I asked even as she continued that high-pitched squeal

"Not always.....no." Frank shouted over her. "Only when it's a really....really good one!" He said finally lowering his voice as hers in turn fell down a few decibel levels.

"Hmmmm come eat me." Cindy told Frank at that point. "Let me lay down on my back and suck my husbands prick while you do it."

It only took a moment to reposition ourselves, and soon Cindy was indeed lying down on her back with Frank happily positioned between my wife's legs, munching away at her like his life depended on it....which in a way it did as I could tell that Cindy was about as worked up as I'd ever seen her, and if she didn't cum soon...she really would kill someone.

"Bring it here you horny fucker!" She demanded of me.

"Who's horny?" I asked her...but I didn't delay very long in sliding over next to her head and kneeling down beside her. Shelly wasn't about to be left out either and once she'd recovered slightly, came over to lay down next to me where she could feed my cock to my wife's mouth, and simultaneously reach over with her other hand and play with my wife's tits. Just seeing her do that was nearly enough to make me shoot my wad, but I fought against that initial sensation. I wasn't about to pass up feeling my wife sucking my cock...not for anyone. She was simply too damn good at it.

Kneeling there as I was, watching my best friend licking and devouring my wife's cunt was about the most erotic thing I had ever seen or experienced. I was surprised that I didn't feel jealous, or a little anxious about it. Maybe it was because we knew them and trusted them as much as we did that made the difference. Whatever the reason, seeing how much Cindy was enjoying it, feeling it, somehow made it's way known to me in the way she was now sucking and attacking my prick. I don't think my wife's ever sucked cock quite that enthusiastically before, and like I said, she was damn good at it any way.

I knew from experience when Cindy was close to climax...she just sort of shut down momentarily, which meant unfortunately for me that the blowjob was temporarily over for the moment. She began with that slight arch to her back, somehow managing to lift her ass completely off of the bed. God that woman had strength in her back...never knew how she could manage to do that and hold herself up like that, but she did. Cindy was forcing poor Frank to move with her, so much so that he'd had to place his hands down on the bed to support his own weight as my wife's cunt lifted his face into the air as she strove for that magical cum-finish line that was stretched out and waiting for her to finish across. An eerie sort of silence permeated the room then, only the sound of Frank's labored breathing as he continued to tongue my wife's slit could be heard. Even I was holding my breath right along with Cindy...as I knew she was, just waiting...waiting, until finally.

"Oh...Oh....Oh.....Oh....OH OH OH OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Ok....Cindy was loud when she came too.

Everyone seemed to collapse into a heap at that point. Frank; with his wet face all sticky and glistening with an abundance of my wife's pussy juice. Cindy, all but passed out there on the bed, finally releasing her hand from my dick in the process, probably not even aware for the moment that she had. Shelly continued to soothingly caress my wife's breasts, but it was obvious to me if not anyone else that she'd fingered herself off to yet another orgasm as well, though a much smaller quieter one when my wife came. Awkward as it was for me to continue kneeling there on the bed, I simply scooted back and stood up. Sitting down in a nearby oversized stuffed chair, I simply sat back and enjoyed the naked spectacle of my two best friends and my wife all curled up together trying to regain their senses. When they did....I watched my wife and Shelly turn into a pair of succubus and slowly worm their way over towards me.

"Ok," Shelly commented. "Time to watch old faithful erupt don't you think?"

She and Cindy reached me at nearly the same time, and for a brief moment they dueled with my cock, using their lips and tongues to do so until they'd managed to coordinate their ministrations upon my super-sensitized prick with such a delightful array of varied sensations that I was prick-numbed by it. One licked, one sucked, then they'd trade places and start all over again. Even fondling and cupping my balls became a game for them, which they both seemed to delight sharing in together. I felt my balls tighten and knew by it that I was only moments away from one very intense climax. And knowing that it would be so, and fearing for the copious discharge I was all but certain to produce, felt it only prudent to warn them... just seconds before I did.

"Oh fuck...I'm close." I told them. "I'm really going to shoot a BIG load." I said once again trying to impress upon them the urgency of that statement...because I knew it would be, and I also knew that there was no way in hell my wife was going to want to try and deal with that.

"Uh hum......" She mouthed around my cock head...pumping her head up and down, allowing her velvet lips to massage my swollen near to bursting prick all the while continuing to maintain that incredible slippery suction she had on me. Likewise, Shelly seemed very content to continue to lick my exposed shaft as Cindy concentrated primarily on the bulbous head of my dick, continuing to massage and gently squeeze my now very full firm ball sack, just as I felt the first tingling indication that I was about to ejaculate a load about the size of my fist through the end of my prick.

Maybe I wasn't as loud as the women when I came, but my climax was every bit as intense as either of theirs had been.

Even as the first discharge began to make its way up my shaft, it was certainly too late to try and do anything about it as far as my wife went. I figured she'd catch that first one, part of it anyway. And she did....hungrily it seemed. I knew that the force of that first explosion had filled her mouth, but she accepted it and drank my essence as smoothly as drinking milk from a glass....though a large glass I might add. And even as the second spurt flew from my prick, I was still amazed as she attacked my prick with a sensual vengeance that amazed me.

"Let me have some of that!" Shelly cried out, and Cindy reluctantly gave way to her, just as the third explosion leapt from my prick hitting both women squarely in the face as they hastily fought to exchange places. By then the volume wasn't nearly what it had been, but the ejaculations continued for what seemed like an eternity for me, and Shelly indulged herself to some reasonably copious squirts that she seemed to thoroughly enjoy sucking out of me.

"Fucking A" Frank exclaimed as he sat on the bed watching this. And for once, I had to agree.

We finished the night making love to our own wives side by side on that enormous bed, which was still about as sensual an experience as I'd ever had. Seeing Frank and Shelly doing the same right next to us, with the occasional reach over...caress, fondle etc, and then hearing of course all the soft moans, groans and gentle urgings that lovers who are really excited make. It was an awesome experience that kept us all stimulated and passionate long into the night.

Cindy and I spent the better part of the day in bed together. Something we hadn't done in years. We even took breaks to bring in snacks, feeding one another treats, and then start things up all over again. In some ways I felt like a kid again, and it felt great. And when we weren't making love, or pleasuring one another with our hands, fingers, tongues....we talked. And it was then we agreed to keep the lines of communication open with one another. And not that we'd end up in exactly the same kind of life-style that Shelly and Frank had....with other people at least anyway, it wasn't something we'd discount either. If nothing else...we'd talk and discuss things before making any decisions one way or the other. So there was that.

On Monday I went to work and was feeling pretty damn good about the weekend when the telephone rang.

"Thomas Andrews" I said answering.

"Tom? Silvia." And suddenly I shivered like a cold had suddenly descended down upon me. And the worst part was, I had no one to blame except for myself. I should never have invited her to call me at work.

"Hi Silvia." I said, trying to maintain my composure and keep my voice in a professional business like tone at the same time.

"My...aren't we uptight in the morning." She began.

"Listen Silvia, I know I said you could call me at work if you wanted to talk, but I really have to say that having thought about it...it's not really a very good idea after all....I think."

There was a brief pause, and I was hopeful she'd agree with me and simply hang up. Unfortunately she didn't.

"Remember what I said? I really do miss you Tom, and maybe it really was a mistake."

I had yearned for a long time to hear her say those words to me. And even during that first year of our divorce, I still hoped to one day hear them. And now that I had, those old feelings for her came rushing back, but only for the briefest of moments, and only because I had the briefest bitter satisfaction of having heard them, even if they no longer meant what they once would have meant to me.

"Have you still got the cabin?" She asked suddenly. A question that caught me off guard, as I immediately assumed she was back to wanting to purchase it from me, and under the circumstances, I was half tempted to do it.

"Yes...why?"

"I was thinking that maybe we could meet up there this weekend....and talk."

I wasn't stupid; this WAS my ex-wife I was dealing with here. "Why do we need to go up to the cabin just to talk?" I questioned, already knowing the answer of course.

"I thought being away from everything would give you and I a chance to sit down and discuss things, and what better place to do it?" She was offering. "You and I had some great times there." She added softly.

I was tempted....I really was. And if it hadn't been for the fact that Cindy and I were beginning to piece together our own marriage I might have been more than simply tempted.

"Let me think about it." I replied, having no intention of doing any such thing. But I felt like I needed a little more time to come up with some kind of a response that would end this encounter with my ex once and for all. "By the way Silvia, you still interested in buying the cabin?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. "Maybe....." She said finally. "Though my finances aren't the best they've been, if you're serious about selling the place, I might be able to swing it. How much are you asking for it?"

What Silvia didn't know was that over the past ten years I had slowly purchased surrounding property's to ensure the seclusion of the cabin remained intact. By now I had well over a hundred acres that extended pretty much in every direction to keep everyone else out and away from what was once my fond family retreat.

"Oh, I don't know....the cabin and the property it's sitting on is easily worth two hundred thousand." I told her, which was an underestimated cost by a considerable amount, but I didn't want to scare her away from a possible offer either. I could have easily sold it to someone else for considerably more, but suddenly I had an idea kicking around inside my head that I wanted to think about a little longer before I decided to actually act on it.

"I'll let you know on Saturday." She told me. "See you at the cabin in the afternoon." She continued, and then suddenly I was listening to the sound of the dial tone. Obviously her intention was to keep me from begging off from meeting her, which I could still easily do, standing her up with no way to gain access to the cabin as it was securely locked up. But I also knew that Silvia thought better of me than that and was gambling on the fact that I'd actually be there.

"No more secrets." I told myself on the drive home from work that night. I planned on telling Cindy of my bumping into my ex-wife at the dealership, along with today's telephone conversation. I wasn't trying to hide anything, and I certainly wasn't about to do anything without Cindy's full and complete knowledge of what I had in mind, something of which I'd been kicking around all afternoon.

"You want to do what?" Cindy asked excitedly after we'd sat down for dinner and I had begun to fill her in on everything that had happened, and had been said.

"I don't see the point in keeping it any longer." I told my wife. "You don't enjoy going up there anyway, so except for during the hunting season, it really isn't being used the way it was intended to be."

"Yes...but isn't that a little drastic? And besides, Silvia might not be able to even come up with the money." Cindy responded.

"So....if she doesn't, or can't, then maybe it's time to put it up on the market. You've asked me before if I'd consider selling it, and then maybe build a new one someplace else on the properties. I've been thinking about it, and with all the new land we've purchased, there are a few choice spots that would be ideal to build you and I a new place on."

That had always been a point of contention between us over the course of the years, that fucking cabin. Cindy hadn't pressed it that hard of course, she knew how much it meant to me and that it had been something of a family retreat, though for the most part....was more of Silvia and mine's little hide-away.

We both sat in silence for quite a while after dinner was over. I could tell that Cindy was mulling things over in her mind, as was I. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure I was still even going to meet Silvia, let alone try and pull off what I'd been considering. But I was more interested in the fact that once Cindy had been made aware of everything that she was giving it as much thought as I was.

"You need to sell her." Cindy began.

"I know that....I'm not that worried on the cost...What I thought I'd do...."

"No Tom, that's not exactly what I meant." She said interrupting me. "You need to convince Silvia that things aren't the way they are number one, and number two....keep her off balance just enough that she doesn't see it coming, and can't react to it afterwards."

"And how do I go about doing that?" I asked her. "You want me to actually plan on meeting her there? You know damn well what she'll be expecting if I do. And though I'm not the least bit worried about giving into her, I'm afraid all that will do is piss her off and she'll be suspicious about my selling her the cabin."

"I think it's time you and I discussed something else Tom. Something that needs to be said, and will have a direct impact on what it is we're both trying to do here. But before we do....I want to show you how much I trust and love you."

Suddenly Cindy stood and began removing all of her clothing, she'd already cleared off the dining room table, and suddenly placed herself upon it. Something I'd teasingly suggested a number of times, but something in which for whatever reason she'd never been willing to go along with.

"Fuck me Tom. Fuck me long...Fuck me hard...but more importantly, fuck me now!" She demanded.

And we did. I'd managed to give Cindy two very satisfying orgasms as I stood there on the floor sliding in and out of her extremely wet pussy as she lay on our long elegant dining table. When my own orgasm approached, Cindy wanted me to pull out of her and shoot my joy juice all over her body, something else she hadn't been particularly fond of my doing. I was so excited by the time I actually came that I literally drenched her, covering her breasts, tummy, and pussy with copious streamers of my jism. To my additional delight, I then watched my beautiful wife take my essence and smear it all over her body, rubbing it into her skin, and then using some of it to actually masturbate with, where she then came again for me in a very sensual and amazing way. I'd never actually seen her play with herself though I had known she did on occasion of course, but actually seeing her do it, and seeing the way she did it had me hard, horny and anxious to make love to her again, which we did, though this time comfortably in bed together.

I was standing outside on the balcony from our bedroom enjoying an after sex smoke when Cindy came out to join me. She was full of surprises. In all the years we'd been married, she'd never shown the boldness that she'd suddenly started to show. And though it was late, with all the lights off inside the house, Cindy's appearance next to me in the nude was a bit of a surprise. The chances of anyone seeing us this time of night was remote, but never the less, Cindy's standing there next to me was an immediate reminder that things were changing between us.

"I think it's time I told you what's been bothering me, and how I think it might actually help us resolve this little problem of ours." Cindy began. I felt her hand reach out and softly grasp my now flaccid penis, but she stroked it without the intention of arousing me, just as a way of keeping an intimate contact with me as she began to tell me things that I had only suspected on the one hand, and on the other, gave me insight into her feelings that I could have never been able to understand on my own.

"Did you know that Shelly was married for a few years before she and Frank were?" She'd begun.

"No...I didn't know that." I told her. "I didn't think either one of them had been married before."

"Well it's Franks first...and hopefully only marriage, but yes...Shelly had been married to another man for a few years previously. She once told me how she had gone through some real emotional difficulties after her break up, and it was Frank who suggested something to her, which she found shocking until he told her why. Afterwards....after she did it, she and Frank were finally married and she never had any problems with it again after that."

Cindy had my curiosity aroused now, and so I stood there listening to her without interruption as she continued to pet my penis as her way of maintaining contact with me, and ensuring that I was giving her my undivided attention.

"What Frank told her to do....was to fuck her ex-husband one last time."

"What?" I near shouted in surprise. "You can't be serious!"

"Hear me out." Cindy said. "I said the same thing when Shelly told me. But then she explained what happened afterwards, how she felt, and how it changed everything for the two of them for the better afterwards. It took me a while to think on it, and finally come to grips with it. But after I did, I had to agree and saw how that it worked for them, and how now.....it just might work for us too!"

"Cindy...listen, there's no way........."

Cindy squeezed my prick effectively cutting me off. "No...I'm serious, listen to what I have to say, just the way I did. And after you've had some time to think about it, you'll know that I'm right."

I stood there in stunned surprise, but decided I'd at the very least listen to what Cindy had to say before reasoning it out with her as to how it was a very bad idea. Maybe afterwards, she'd see it my way and give up on this silly idea of hers. On top of which, I also figured I was going to need to have another little chat with Shelly and tell her to quit giving my wife these weird ideas.

"For starters....I know you truly loved Silvia....."

I immediately began to speak and interrupt her, but Cindy squeezed me once again, and put her fingers to my lips, hushing me up simultaneously. "You wouldn't have married her if you didn't Tom. And I also know the divorce was hard on you, more than what you've ever been willing to tell anyone, or willing to admit too. I also know that in time, before we met even, that you finally came to grips with it, but that it never really gave you any peace. There had been so much hurt, and so much pain.....and longing. Longing for what would never be again, and that was a wound in your heart that never fully healed. And even after you and I met, eventually married....I knew that even back then when you gave me your heart, your love....it wasn't as complete, or as fully given as it should have been. You were afraid to give yourself completely as you once had. And I can understand that."

Everything Cindy said struck home like a blow to the gut, and I was immediately uncomfortable as though she'd somehow managed to open up the secret vault in my mind and read every note and every scrap of paper I had put thoughts to and locked away, hopefully forever. Now....she was rummaging around in there tossing out all these memories and forcing me to read them all over again.

"So what happened with Shelly?" I threw out, wanting desperately for Cindy to get off this particular train of thought as quickly as possible.

"Well, Shelly called him and told him that she wanted to see him, and came right out and told her ex that she wanted to sleep with him. And so....they arranged an evening where they could be together, and she did exactly what she intended to do, "fucked his brains out" as she put it. After which, she felt all these long felt pent up emotions suddenly evaporate away. It was as though this burden she'd been carrying ever since their divorce had suddenly been lifted away. When Shelly left the hotel that night, she "knew" she would never again wonder...or feel curious about the "what-if's" and "what might haves" had they stayed together.

She knew then and there that she could marry Frank, and never again look back and leave a piece of herself behind that she couldn't honestly and totally give to him. You see Tom, that's what I've been resenting all these years, and I didn't really know it until Shelly pointed it out to me. I've known you've wondered those things....I've known that every time you go up to the cabin you think of her, and I've harbored resentment towards you because of it, even though I didn't know that I was, or even why. The only thing I could focus on, because it was a tangible, physical thing...was the cabin. Which is why I hated going up there, and why I've always wanted you to get rid of the place."

"So you think if I were to fuck Silvia, that the same thing would happen to me that happened to Shelly? Is that it?"

Cindy merely nodded her head yes.

"And how's that supposed to help us with the other half of the equation." I asked her.

"Well....that's where I come in." She said simply. "And that's how we sell Silvia on the cabin, and convince her to buy it, and trick her into thinking that there's more to this than meets the eye."

Cindy then laid out for me in specific detail what her idea was. And though I sat there listening to her incredulously, I actually began to see the wisdom of it, even though it was the wildest thing I had ever heard of in my entire life.

"You're serious!" I said when she had finished.

"Very!"

"I need to think about this." I told her.

"I know. And you will. And when you have, you'll see I'm right." She said. "And that's how we'll solve both problems in one fell swoop! Now...you think you can get this up again one more time tonight?" Cindy asked huskily.

And to my surprise...I did.

With less than a week to go before Saturday arrived, there was a number of things I had to do before hand if we were going to pull this off. Not the least of which was calling Silvia and informing her we were on. But...there was a 'catch' to that too as Cindy would also be there, though she wouldn't know that exactly and I hoped that I would be convincing enough over the phone that she wouldn't suspect anything either.

Once I had arrived at work I immediately called her.

"Silvia?" I said after she'd answered. "There's a minor complication regarding Saturday." I told her.

"Oh? So you HAVE decided to meet me though?" She queried.

"Well yes, but there IS one small little problem. And to be honest with you, I'm not sure how you'll react to it, but truth is...there's no way around it for me."

"What's the problem Tom?"

"Ummm, well...you see, I was supposed to be meeting my girlfriend at the cabin this weekend, and as you know there's no phone up there. When we initially talked about it, she'd mentioned that she had a weeks vacation coming and wanted to know if it would be alright with me if she went up a little early to spend some time with herself, you know, hiking, reading...that sort of thing. So you see the problem is...she's already there and I can't very well do anything about that now." I heard what was a slight gasp of surprise on her end when I had mentioned the word "girlfriend".

"Tom! You naughty little boy you!" She said enthusiastically. "I would have never thought such a thing of you." She began. "But yes, I can see where that complicates things just a little bit."

"Now came the hard part." I thought to myself. And like Silvia said, trying to sell something to her that was so out of character for me was going to be very difficult and still make it believable.

"Yeah...I know. People change Silvia. I certainly have. You might not be interested in meeting me anyway; you don't know me any more like you think you do. I've had a number of girlfriends over the past few years, and...I like to party, you know, threesomes etc. Sometimes with other guys even..." I had to take a breath and swallow over that one. Silvia had expressed a fantasy of hers to me years ago that she wanted to experience a threesome with me and another guy, but not simply for her pleasure though that was apart of it...but that her curiosity included seeing me doing something with another man.

"Wow Tom....you really HAVE changed haven't you?" She stated excitedly. "Is this girlfriend of yours open minded?" She asked.

"Bingo!" I thought, and I laughed nervously. "Well yes, matter of fact her girlfriend was supposed to go up with her in the beginning, you know...so she'd have some company until I got there, and then the three of us...." I let that one hang.

"Oh my. Hmmmm, well now that certainly IS interesting. You don't suppose she'd be willing to allow someone else to join your little party do you?"

"I guess not....no in fact, I remember her telling me that if I knew anyone else...."

"Well then....sounds like we don't really have any problems after all do we?"

"No...guess we don't, as long as you're ok with it?" I questioned. "Oh...and Silvia? I can bring the papers with me for you to review and look over while we're up there if you're still interested."

"Matter of fact Tom, I've managed to arrange financing already. And even arranged for an appraiser to go up and look at the property."

I'd already known she would do that if she were serious, so hearing her say that didn't surprise me. "Sounds good....though you'd better tell him that it won't be me meeting him there, as I said...Debbie's already there and I'm sure she'd be happy to show him around the place. I'll messenger over a cover letter that he can take with him so that Debbie won't be too surprised whenever he shows up."

"That should be fine." Silvia agreed. "So...we're set for the weekend then? What about your wife?"

"Oh Cindy? She's going to be out of town visiting her mother this weekend, that's one of the reasons I planned this with Debbie as I knew no one would be suspicious of anything."

"Smart. Still Tom, you have shocked me a little. I would have never thought you'd do something like that."

"Well Silvia....I was thinking about getting together with you sometime too you know...just wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this weekend thing is all."

"That's true." She laughed. "Ok then, see you up there sometime Saturday afternoon. See you then Tom." She managed in her sultry voice that she enjoyed using whenever she thought she had something special to look forward to.


"Bye Silvia." And then I quickly hung up before anything else could be thought of or said to cause suspicion to our conversation.

My second call was to Cindy informing her that Silvia had taken the bait.

"See? I told you she'd go along with it."

"Yeah...hook, line and sinker. Only in this case, a treble hook." I added smugly. "Greed, lust and power for bait."

"Just keep in mind sweetie, even a cagey old fish sometimes spits the hook, even a well concealed one."

"Yeah...I know. I'm sure if she gets suspicious about anything we'll hear about it long before the weekend."

After I'd hung up from Cindy, I immediately called my attorney and had him draw up the paperwork on the cabin. I also had him draw up papers selling back part of the land I owned to the BLM. I'd take a considerable loss on a few of those acres I knew, but it would be worth every penny of it to me.

"You sure you want to sell this property Tom?" My attorney asked. "You know what that means."

"I know Bill. It's the reason I'm even doing it."

"Ok then, your loss." He finished.

"My gain." I said silently to myself. "Provided everything goes according to plan that is. Otherwise, I really am fucked."

There was no sense worrying about it now, everything had been put into motion, it was just a matter of having everything come together in time, and from there, seeing if the results would be anything as I expected. There was still the possibility the whole thing would blow up in my face, cost me a small fortune, not to mention a considerable amount of grief, and worse...leave Silvia laughing at me in the long run.

"It's going to be a long week." I mused. And then I informed my secretary I was taking the rest of the day off, and that she in fact could close up as well after the lunch hour. I certainly didn't have my mind on business, but I DID have my mind on my sexy little wife sitting at home. And suddenly I pictured her lying on our bed masturbating.

"Yes...I think I will go home a little early today." And then I followed my rapidly hardening penis out to the car and began the drive home. I quickly called Cindy however from my car phone. "Hi honey. Guess what? I'm on my way home and I have a BIG surprise for you."

I heard Cindy giggle. "I'll bet. But you're not going to believe this sweetie, I just got off the phone with Shelly...she's on her way over for coffee."

"Well, you'd better call her back then. And tell her that your husbands on his way home to fuck his wife! If she shows up, I'm liable to fuck you both!"

"Oh really!" She said. "Fuck us both huh? Well then, I guess I had better call you...see you in a few sweetheart!"

I worked across town so it would take me the better part of a half hour to get home. When I pulled onto our street, I immediately saw Shelly's gold BMW sitting in the double driveway. Shelly and Frank had identical cars, though his was silver, and for some reason that struck me as kind of funny. I was still chuckling to myself when I pulled into the driveway along side Shelly's car. It was a moment after that that I happened to glance up into the rearview mirror just in time to see Frank pulling in behind me. I got out just as he did and we met each other at the walkway leading up to the front porch.

"What's the emergency?" Frank asked worriedly. "Shelly called me and said that if I didn't get my ass over to your place in a hurry, that she wasn't responsible for anything that happened!"

I had to laugh, pointing down towards the bulge in my pants. "I'm the emergency. I called Cindy to tell her I was on my way home to fuck the hell out of her. She told me that Shelly had already left to come over for coffee. And I warned her that if I got home and found them both here that I was apt to screw them both!"

Now it was Frank's turn to laugh as we headed up the walk to the porch. "Don't suppose they're baking cookies do you?"

"I hope not. Cause if they are, then I'm apt to make a major fucking mess of the kitchen!" I announced boldly grabbing my crotch just as we entered through the door into the living room.

"Cindy?" I called out. But there was no response.

"Ah oh...." Frank said grinning. "Me thinks they're bloody well buggering one another upstairs." He adlibbed in his phony English accent.

"Then lets go upstairs and find out for ourselves." I told him leading the way. Sure enough, we soon entered our master bedroom and found Cindy and Shelly laying on the bed waiting for us. But they weren't exactly just sitting there either. Naked of course, Cindy and Shelly had managed to position themselves so that they had 'scissored' their cunts together and were gently rocking and pushing against one another when we walked through the door.

"Fucking A", Frank said, which he usually always did whenever he had a lack of anything else to say.

"Tally-ho old boy." I said in my equally bad English parody of his accent. And immediately began stripping off my clothing.

The girls obviously had been expecting us, and were smiling even as they continued on with their pussy grinding. "Bring that monster cock over here honey!" Cindy told me. "I want to suck it while we do this."

"Me too!" Shelly added grinning lustily at Frank. And seconds later we both stood there on opposite sides of the bed while our wives sucked and jacked our cocks in unison while continuing to hump cunts against one another the entire time.

"By the way Shelly," Frank said as his wife continued mouthing and sucking his prick. "I think we need to go over the rules again." I saw Shelly remove Frank's dick from her mouth and look up at him expectantly.

"And?" She asked.

"I think we need to amend paragraph two, section C." He told her.

"Refresh my memory, I seem to have forgotten which one that is."

"Well, instead of our agreement that we require that we're both present whenever certain situations present themselves? I think we can amend that to say that if it's you and Cindy...that I don't necessarily need to be present if the two of you ever want to fool around together."

"Oh? You mean you don't WANT to be here if Cindy and I want to fool around a little?" She said teasingly.

"NO! That's not at ALL what I meant." Frank answered, but we all knew Shelly was mentally masturbating him.

"So in other words....you LIKE the idea of us getting together like this occasionally."

"Well yeah...as long as Cindy and Tom does." He replied a little sheepishly.

"So'k by me." Cindy chimed in. "And I think the same should hold true for the two of you as well." She added. And once again I glanced over towards Frank and shot him a knowing look.

"Now see what you've started? You've got the girls thinking about that "other" thing." I said in exasperation.

"You never know Tom." My wife said just mouthing the end of my dick as she spoke. "Frank might be better at this than I am."

"Not hardly." I said just slightly under my breath. But I heard Shelly snicker anyway and knew that if she'd heard me, so had everyone else.

"Sorry I brought it up." Frank finally said giving in.

"I'm not!" Shelly said with a mouth full of cock that sounded more like "Mmm mott," And then she did remove Frank's prick so she could speak more clearly. "I think that sounds like a fine idea...a whole lot better than getting together and simply baking cookies or something!"

Frank and I burst out laughing simultaneously.

"What's so funny?" The girls asked.​