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Aren't you going to do my legs too?" She asked.
Once again I poured a rather generous helping of lotion and began to rub it up and down and finally on the inside of her thighs. Obviously she'd been waiting for that, and as I moved up the inside of her leg, close, but certainly no where's near touching her sex, she closed her legs tightly together effectively capturing my hand.
She began to move herself against me then, making sure I was well aware of her heat and the moisture that I suddenly found there. "Seem familiar?" She asked breathlessly.
"Uh huh." I answered, not daring to risk a glance over towards where Cindy sat. Silvia was moaning audibly now, obviously not caring one whit if Debbie knew what the two of us...or rather, what Silvia was actually doing. I wasn't exactly fingering her, my hand was simply pressed tightly against her pussy and she was squeezing her thighs, opening them slightly, and then clenching them together again, using my hand to basically hump herself against, but effectively managing to stimulate herself, and entice me into wanting to do more than simply hold my hand there. I finally decided to get a lot more than just my feet wet, and inserted the tip of my finger inside her. When I did...she moaned.
"Oh yes.....Tom. It's been a long time since you've fingered me like that....keep doing it baby...that really does feel good!"
That was when I heard the creak of the chase lounge as Debbie stood up from it and suddenly walked over towards us. I still couldn't look up at her, even though I know she was looking down at me...or rather at what we were doing. Suddenly she had reached out, standing directly behind Silvia at this point and began to play with and caress both of her breasts.
"Hmmm, does that feel good Silvia? Don't you just love the way he can stroke a pussy with his fingers?"
Frankly, it was a little unnerving. Fingering my ex-wife's pussy while my 'wife' stood behind her caressing her breasts was a little strange. But as Silvia moaned contentedly, eyes closed, I finally screwed up the courage to look at my wife who in turn smiled, and blew me a private kiss.
"Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see that big fat cock of yours again." Silvia announced suddenly. Debbie stepped away from Silvia and came around to sit down on the lounge next to her while I nervously unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, followed by my khaki hiking shorts, shoes and socks. I hadn't as yet removed my briefs, but it was obvious that Silvia wanted to do that herself as she reached over, cupping the not yet hard bulge inside my shorts and giving it an affectionate little squeeze. Keep playing with my tits honey." Silvia said addressing my wife. "While I suck on this fucker for a moment or two. And pull on them HARD so I can feel it!"
As Silvia finally pulled my briefs down below my balls, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost some sensitivity to her nipples from the boob-job. I watched as Debbie did as she asked, pulling on Silvia's nipples and stretching them roughly away from her breasts.
"Yes, just like that." She told her, and then enveloped my slowly hardening penis with her lips. One thing I did remember was that Silvia always sucked me with her eyes closed. Never once did she ever look up at me when she did that, not that I could remember anyway, and looking down at her as she mouthed me, the same was true here as well. I once again looked over at my wife and rolled my eyes. Debbie smiled and had to turn her head away slightly to keep from laughing out loud.
I don't know why I remembered Silvia's blowjobs as being spectacular, maybe because I'd had so very few while we were married. But as she mouthed me, which is about all I can say she did do, it reminded me of getting a blowjob by a cumquat. There was substance, but certainly not much more than that, and I had to literally fuck her face to finally bring about some worthwhile friction. Which is another reason I remembered that I preferred fucking her as to engaging in oral sex.
"Why don't we go inside where we can be more comfortable?" Debbie suggested.
Silvia immediately agreed and led our little procession inside the house and into the large master bedroom. "Why don't you lay down on the bed Tom, and let Debbie and I please you." She said huskily. I watched as she then walked over to one of her overnight travel bags and rummaged around inside it for a moment. She soon pulled out a pair of rabbit fur covered handcuffs, and a couple of battery operated vibrators.
"What are those for?" I asked
Silvia used her sultry phony sounding voice. "The cuffs are for you dear, and the toys are for Debbie and I to use." Debbie threw me a surprised look, but shrugged her head obviously prepared to go along with whatever it was Silvia had in mind, for the time being anyway.
"I thought we'd tease you a little first." She indicated as she began cuffing my wrists securely to the bedposts. "I remember how much you enjoyed seeing me play with my self...."
"Ouch." I thought. Because I DID enjoy seeing that admittedly, which was something I had rarely seen Cindy do for me. And the thought that Silvia had done it frequently for me where Cindy hadn't was a discomforting acknowledgement.
Once I was firmly secured, Silvia tossed one of the toys at Debbie and then picked the other one up for her self. "Tom loves this." She said winking at her. And to my surprise, Debbie simply smiled enthusiastically and nodded her head agreeably. Silvia then came over and stood by the side of the bed and began sliding the now buzzing toy up and down between her legs, not quite inserting it, but obviously stimulating her clit in preparation for doing so. "Come on Debbie..." She urged. "Go around to the other side and do what I'm doing so Tom can watch us both." Debbie did that so that now both women were standing on either side of me using the vibrators to stimulate them selves with. Up until this point, I had barely managed to maintain a reasonably stiff standing erection. It was far less hard than normal though, and on the verge of wilting once again before the girls started masturbating. Admittedly, I WAS enjoying seeing them do this though within moments even this turned into an unexpected contest of sorts between them.
Debbie was wet and immediately slid the purring slim sliver toy inside of her self and began moaning softly as she did. Glancing over, I saw Silvia eyeing my wife watching her, and then almost forcefully shove the golden, nearly identical toy inside her pussy. I suddenly laughed inadvertently as the image of Shelly's gold BMW pulling into her garage suddenly came to mind. Once again I had to wonder if there was some sort of significance behind the choice.
"Something funny?" Silvia questioned me with a hint of irritation in the tone of her voice.
"Oh hell no!" I said backtracking. "I'm just delighted to be watching this!" My explanation seemed to mollify her somewhat and she gave me a smile accepting my explanation. Debbie merely continued on with the joyful exploration of her pussy, and began uttering that sweet little mewling sound she made whenever her orgasm was getting close.
Silvia had finally driven the gold BMW into her garage and was furiously fucking herself with the toy trying to reach the same level of pleasure that Debbie already was. When I heard that all too familiar series of breathless catches to her breath, I knew then that Debbie was already beginning to feel the first of many little multiple O's as she referred to them. As for myself, it was difficult NOT to pay attention to my wife far more than my ex-wife. After all, she was the one truly enjoying her self and making all the noise. Silvia on the other hand seemed distracted, and even when she began to emulate the kinds of sounds that Debbie was, it seemed far less than real, and I suspected as much.
Debbie on the other hand stood there weak-kneed, caressing one breast with her hand, thumbing and toying with those incredible nipples of hers while smoothly stroking her loud juicy sounding quim with the toy. The expression on her face was obvious, there was no faking anything there, and she was truly pleasuring her self and enjoying every moment of it.
Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye from Silvia, and saw her suddenly remove her vibrator and toss it to the floor. "Enough of that!" She informed everyone suddenly. "Time for you to use that magnificent tongue of yours!"
In the next instant, Silvia climbed onto the bed and hovered over my face. Cindy and I had discussed this earlier. I wasn't boasting when I said I was pretty good at eating pussy. I loved doing it for one thing, and for the other, I enjoyed getting a woman off this way as it usually resulted in some very intense reciprocation one way or the other afterwards. Cindy had expressed to me that when it happened, which we both knew it eventually would, that I was to treat Silvia to the best tongue licking, pussy-eating adventure she'd ever experienced. In that way, Silvia would feel like I gave her something 'extra' special to begin with. For another, it would further cement the fact that I had performed this delightful little treat on her, and would purposely refrain from doing so on Debbie. No doubt Silvia would remember that and think on it...even if she didn't realize it at that time. As Silvia settled her cunt down over my face, I immediately began to assault her sensitive clit. Additionally, I discovered the source of her discomfort and difficulty in pleasuring herself, she was bone dry! Within moments however, I had rectified that particular malady as I quickly began to bring pleasure to her that she had been unable to achieve by her own hand.
I'd also noticed that I could no longer hear Debbie either. And seconds later felt her weight upon the bed, and then the delightful sensation as she began to tease my semi-rigid cock with the tip of her tongue. I'm sure Silvia had to be aware of what Debbie was doing to me, but as I was also bound and determined to bring Silvia's pussy the ultimate pleasure possible, she was obviously unconcerned at the moment with whatever Debbie was doing to me, or for me.
"Oh Tom....I'd forgotten how well you do that!" She admitted honestly, and then I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a few quick gentle sucking pulls that made her shiver and convulse excitedly against me. Though she nearly smothered me for a moment, I held on ensuring that she was getting her money's worth and continued to enjoy the sensation as my wife finally brought my prick to full staff with what I knew had to be one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received from her.
As Silvia finally began to gallop down the road of pleasured delight, I began to flick my tongue against her clit with a furious rapidity of my tongue that soon had her bouncing and mashing against me unabashedly with an even greater urgency and need that I ever remembered her showing me.
I think when her orgasm claimed her, she was unprepared for it, not that she didn't KNOW it was coming of course, only that when it did, it took her by such force that she jerked away suddenly, clasping her cunt with both hands, she fell off the side of the bed onto the floor with a surprised, almost shocked expression on her face when she did.
"How about undoing these now Debbie?" I stated, lifting my still secured wrists and giving my wife a look that said, "Hurry!"
Luckily they were the type that didn't require a key, just a simple catch that once pressed, released and opened them. With Silvia still clutching her cunt, lying on the floor next to the bed, Debbie...now Cindy briefly, moved up and settled her pussy down over my prick and engulfed me fully. Leaning over me so close that it would have been impossible for Silvia to hear a single word, she whispered.
"Remember....I love you."
We made love for less than a minute when Silvia finally managed to pick her self up off the floor.
"Hey...no fair hogging that!" She exclaimed, sounding just like a c***d who hated sharing her toys with anyone. Debbie quickly removed herself from my prick, winking at me when she did but then standing up next to the bed as Silvia now climbed aboard and shoved my prick inside herself with a degree of satisfaction by the expression on her face when she did.
"How about playing with my tits some more?" She asked Debbie...and after I cum, I'll do the same for you."
"Actually....I'm about done in." Debbie said startling the hell out of me. "I could really use a break. Thought maybe I'd head into the other bedroom for a little nap and leave the two of you to finish up together. I'll join you both later, and then maybe you and I can have a little more fun as well." Silvia beamed. With Debbie finally out of the way, at least for a little while, she would now have me all to herself, and I would of course be forced to give her my complete and total undivided attention. We had NOT discussed this, and I was a little paranoid when I watched my wife's sweet ass disappear through the door and out of the room.
"Well now!" Silvia said glaring down at me devilishly. "Looks like you and I can now get down to some serious fucking!"
I'm positive that Silvia felt like I'd thrown her the best fuck of my life. I lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and to be honest I'd never gone quite that long without cumming myself. But the fact of the matter was, for some reason I could never quite get there. Every time I even got close, I thought of Cindy and suddenly the 'feeling' mysteriously disappeared. Silvia never noticed of course, and happily fucked herself into oblivion so that eventually she actually removed herself from me and fell against my side, happily contented, and obviously totally unaware that I hadn't even climaxed.
Minutes later she was softly snoring, sound asleep and I carefully extricated myself from her and out of the bed. I quickly padded naked down the hall checking the other bedroom but discovered that Cindy wasn't there. I then descended the stairs into the main area of the cabin and saw her standing in the kitchen expectantly waiting for me. She must have heard me searching for her, and gave me a curious look as I approached.
"She's asleep." I said quietly. Cindy pointed down at my still obvious erection.
"I couldn't." I said simply. Cindy smiled and for a moment I thought I saw tears form in the corners of her eyes. "Wash it in the sink first." She told me. "Then come outside."
By the time I was finished, Cindy was waiting for me around the side of the cabin where there were no windows or over hanging-balcony's. Fifty yards away from us on this side of the cabin ran a fairly wide river where I often fished. The roar of the water effectively cut off any sounds of our conversation as we spoke.
"You didn't cum then?"
"No....I couldn't."
Cindy promptly turned around and braced herself against the side of the cabin leaning into it. "Fuck me." She said softly.
I had always wanted to make love to my wife outside. But as Cindy refused to come up to the cabin previously, we'd never managed to do it, though it had been something I had always wanted to do with her. And though the possibility of anyone seeing us was practically nil, unless someone was actually sitting on some hillside a ways away using a pair of binoculars to spy on us, odds were no one ever would. Even so, the thought of finally fucking my beautiful wife outside was thrilling, that aspect of danger and being seen possibly added to my desire for her, but the feel of her velvet cunt as I slid inside her had something to do what that too.
"Give me your cum!" She told me. I didn't even last two minutes. Nervous to some degree that Silvia would awaken and come looking for us hurried me along. But the fact that I had also denied myself an orgasm previously helped that out considerably. As I pumped my ejaculations into my wife's pussy, filling her so completely that it soon began to squish out from around my cock and began to slowly trickle down the inside of her legs, I collapsed against her, reaching out to surround her with my arms and allowing her to continue to stand there holding me up when I did.
"Better?" She asked lovingly.
"Much!" I somehow managed to say.
"We need to do this again when we have more time to really enjoy it." She added.
I could only nod my head agreeably, and then slipped out of my wife's cunt and once again followed her back inside of the cabin. Thankfully, we hadn't been missed, as Silvia had not as yet come down stairs looking for us. We quickly made our way upstairs where I checked on Silvia and found her still sleeping. We grabbed our clothes, dressed and hurried once again downstairs. Almost an hour later Silvia woke and came down where she found Debbie busily cutting up vegetables for a Chef's salad, and me sitting at the table reading a book.
"Wow...guess I sort of zonked out." She said sheepishly. Glancing over towards Debbie where she worked, and then at me where I sat doing nothing basically, Silvia opted to take this moment to discuss the sale of the Cabin. I knew she wasn't much around the kitchen, never had been which is one of the reasons we ate out a lot during our marriage.
"Want to go over those papers now?" She asked.
"Sure...why not?" I replied.
I stood and quickly retrieved my briefcase and brought it over to the table. Debbie continued to amuse herself slicing up the tomatoes and didn't give either one of us so much as a blink.
Silvia took her time reading through the sheaf of papers as I expected she would, and when she came across the noted stipulation, I wasn't at all surprised and had in fact anticipated her question.
"I see that your father never bought any of the surrounding property." She said reading over the parcel of land the Cabin was on.
"Nope, never did. Couldn't afford it."
"I hope that isn't going to cause me any problems down the road." She wondered aloud.
"Don't know why it would?" I offered. "It's been here this long, and unless they decide to start paving a highway up through here, I can't see why they would do anything that might affect you."
Silvia reread the document once again and I did begin to sweat just a little bit.
"Do you like radishes?" Debbie spoke up suddenly. "Silvia?"
"What? I'm sorry...what did you ask me?"
"Radishes...do you like them in your salad?"
"Oh, sure...yes that would be fine." Silvia turned towards me then. "Two hundred thousand?" She asked. Yep...come on Silvia, you know it's worth at least three. And I know your appraiser told you it was at least worth that much, if not more." "I'm meeting with my attorney first thing Monday morning. As soon as he's had a chance to look over the papers, I'll let you know."
Cindy and I had figured she'd do that at the very least, but so far so good. "Would you like some wine?" I asked her.
"Do you have any Champaign?" Silvia asked. "Maybe we should celebrate!"
Which was a good sign, and I couldn't help but breath a tiny sigh of relief, but we weren't out of the woods yet.
"I think I might still have a bottle or two kicking around here someplace." I stated. "Dinner about ready yet?" I then questioned Debbie, looking over towards her finally. Even she was smiling broadly as she finished tossing the rest of the salad and placed warmed dinner rolls inside a wicker basket.
"Just about....and if you're pouring...why don't you give me a glass of that Champaign too. I wouldn't mind having a glass of that myself."
We had a nice relaxing dinner and managed to polish off both bottles of Champaign. While Debbie cleared off the dishes, washed dried and put them away without any of Silvia's help, I started a nice warm fire in the hearth. Even on a July night, high up the mountains where we were the evenings could still get cool. And I also knew that we'd soon be fooling around once again, so the additional warmth would more than likely be needed anyway. Part 8 coming soon...
Once again I poured a rather generous helping of lotion and began to rub it up and down and finally on the inside of her thighs. Obviously she'd been waiting for that, and as I moved up the inside of her leg, close, but certainly no where's near touching her sex, she closed her legs tightly together effectively capturing my hand.
She began to move herself against me then, making sure I was well aware of her heat and the moisture that I suddenly found there. "Seem familiar?" She asked breathlessly.
"Uh huh." I answered, not daring to risk a glance over towards where Cindy sat. Silvia was moaning audibly now, obviously not caring one whit if Debbie knew what the two of us...or rather, what Silvia was actually doing. I wasn't exactly fingering her, my hand was simply pressed tightly against her pussy and she was squeezing her thighs, opening them slightly, and then clenching them together again, using my hand to basically hump herself against, but effectively managing to stimulate herself, and entice me into wanting to do more than simply hold my hand there. I finally decided to get a lot more than just my feet wet, and inserted the tip of my finger inside her. When I did...she moaned.
"Oh yes.....Tom. It's been a long time since you've fingered me like that....keep doing it baby...that really does feel good!"
That was when I heard the creak of the chase lounge as Debbie stood up from it and suddenly walked over towards us. I still couldn't look up at her, even though I know she was looking down at me...or rather at what we were doing. Suddenly she had reached out, standing directly behind Silvia at this point and began to play with and caress both of her breasts.
"Hmmm, does that feel good Silvia? Don't you just love the way he can stroke a pussy with his fingers?"
Frankly, it was a little unnerving. Fingering my ex-wife's pussy while my 'wife' stood behind her caressing her breasts was a little strange. But as Silvia moaned contentedly, eyes closed, I finally screwed up the courage to look at my wife who in turn smiled, and blew me a private kiss.
"Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see that big fat cock of yours again." Silvia announced suddenly. Debbie stepped away from Silvia and came around to sit down on the lounge next to her while I nervously unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, followed by my khaki hiking shorts, shoes and socks. I hadn't as yet removed my briefs, but it was obvious that Silvia wanted to do that herself as she reached over, cupping the not yet hard bulge inside my shorts and giving it an affectionate little squeeze. Keep playing with my tits honey." Silvia said addressing my wife. "While I suck on this fucker for a moment or two. And pull on them HARD so I can feel it!"
As Silvia finally pulled my briefs down below my balls, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost some sensitivity to her nipples from the boob-job. I watched as Debbie did as she asked, pulling on Silvia's nipples and stretching them roughly away from her breasts.
"Yes, just like that." She told her, and then enveloped my slowly hardening penis with her lips. One thing I did remember was that Silvia always sucked me with her eyes closed. Never once did she ever look up at me when she did that, not that I could remember anyway, and looking down at her as she mouthed me, the same was true here as well. I once again looked over at my wife and rolled my eyes. Debbie smiled and had to turn her head away slightly to keep from laughing out loud.
I don't know why I remembered Silvia's blowjobs as being spectacular, maybe because I'd had so very few while we were married. But as she mouthed me, which is about all I can say she did do, it reminded me of getting a blowjob by a cumquat. There was substance, but certainly not much more than that, and I had to literally fuck her face to finally bring about some worthwhile friction. Which is another reason I remembered that I preferred fucking her as to engaging in oral sex.
"Why don't we go inside where we can be more comfortable?" Debbie suggested.
Silvia immediately agreed and led our little procession inside the house and into the large master bedroom. "Why don't you lay down on the bed Tom, and let Debbie and I please you." She said huskily. I watched as she then walked over to one of her overnight travel bags and rummaged around inside it for a moment. She soon pulled out a pair of rabbit fur covered handcuffs, and a couple of battery operated vibrators.
"What are those for?" I asked
Silvia used her sultry phony sounding voice. "The cuffs are for you dear, and the toys are for Debbie and I to use." Debbie threw me a surprised look, but shrugged her head obviously prepared to go along with whatever it was Silvia had in mind, for the time being anyway.
"I thought we'd tease you a little first." She indicated as she began cuffing my wrists securely to the bedposts. "I remember how much you enjoyed seeing me play with my self...."
"Ouch." I thought. Because I DID enjoy seeing that admittedly, which was something I had rarely seen Cindy do for me. And the thought that Silvia had done it frequently for me where Cindy hadn't was a discomforting acknowledgement.
Once I was firmly secured, Silvia tossed one of the toys at Debbie and then picked the other one up for her self. "Tom loves this." She said winking at her. And to my surprise, Debbie simply smiled enthusiastically and nodded her head agreeably. Silvia then came over and stood by the side of the bed and began sliding the now buzzing toy up and down between her legs, not quite inserting it, but obviously stimulating her clit in preparation for doing so. "Come on Debbie..." She urged. "Go around to the other side and do what I'm doing so Tom can watch us both." Debbie did that so that now both women were standing on either side of me using the vibrators to stimulate them selves with. Up until this point, I had barely managed to maintain a reasonably stiff standing erection. It was far less hard than normal though, and on the verge of wilting once again before the girls started masturbating. Admittedly, I WAS enjoying seeing them do this though within moments even this turned into an unexpected contest of sorts between them.
Debbie was wet and immediately slid the purring slim sliver toy inside of her self and began moaning softly as she did. Glancing over, I saw Silvia eyeing my wife watching her, and then almost forcefully shove the golden, nearly identical toy inside her pussy. I suddenly laughed inadvertently as the image of Shelly's gold BMW pulling into her garage suddenly came to mind. Once again I had to wonder if there was some sort of significance behind the choice.
"Something funny?" Silvia questioned me with a hint of irritation in the tone of her voice.
"Oh hell no!" I said backtracking. "I'm just delighted to be watching this!" My explanation seemed to mollify her somewhat and she gave me a smile accepting my explanation. Debbie merely continued on with the joyful exploration of her pussy, and began uttering that sweet little mewling sound she made whenever her orgasm was getting close.
Silvia had finally driven the gold BMW into her garage and was furiously fucking herself with the toy trying to reach the same level of pleasure that Debbie already was. When I heard that all too familiar series of breathless catches to her breath, I knew then that Debbie was already beginning to feel the first of many little multiple O's as she referred to them. As for myself, it was difficult NOT to pay attention to my wife far more than my ex-wife. After all, she was the one truly enjoying her self and making all the noise. Silvia on the other hand seemed distracted, and even when she began to emulate the kinds of sounds that Debbie was, it seemed far less than real, and I suspected as much.
Debbie on the other hand stood there weak-kneed, caressing one breast with her hand, thumbing and toying with those incredible nipples of hers while smoothly stroking her loud juicy sounding quim with the toy. The expression on her face was obvious, there was no faking anything there, and she was truly pleasuring her self and enjoying every moment of it.
Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye from Silvia, and saw her suddenly remove her vibrator and toss it to the floor. "Enough of that!" She informed everyone suddenly. "Time for you to use that magnificent tongue of yours!"
In the next instant, Silvia climbed onto the bed and hovered over my face. Cindy and I had discussed this earlier. I wasn't boasting when I said I was pretty good at eating pussy. I loved doing it for one thing, and for the other, I enjoyed getting a woman off this way as it usually resulted in some very intense reciprocation one way or the other afterwards. Cindy had expressed to me that when it happened, which we both knew it eventually would, that I was to treat Silvia to the best tongue licking, pussy-eating adventure she'd ever experienced. In that way, Silvia would feel like I gave her something 'extra' special to begin with. For another, it would further cement the fact that I had performed this delightful little treat on her, and would purposely refrain from doing so on Debbie. No doubt Silvia would remember that and think on it...even if she didn't realize it at that time. As Silvia settled her cunt down over my face, I immediately began to assault her sensitive clit. Additionally, I discovered the source of her discomfort and difficulty in pleasuring herself, she was bone dry! Within moments however, I had rectified that particular malady as I quickly began to bring pleasure to her that she had been unable to achieve by her own hand.
I'd also noticed that I could no longer hear Debbie either. And seconds later felt her weight upon the bed, and then the delightful sensation as she began to tease my semi-rigid cock with the tip of her tongue. I'm sure Silvia had to be aware of what Debbie was doing to me, but as I was also bound and determined to bring Silvia's pussy the ultimate pleasure possible, she was obviously unconcerned at the moment with whatever Debbie was doing to me, or for me.
"Oh Tom....I'd forgotten how well you do that!" She admitted honestly, and then I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a few quick gentle sucking pulls that made her shiver and convulse excitedly against me. Though she nearly smothered me for a moment, I held on ensuring that she was getting her money's worth and continued to enjoy the sensation as my wife finally brought my prick to full staff with what I knew had to be one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received from her.
As Silvia finally began to gallop down the road of pleasured delight, I began to flick my tongue against her clit with a furious rapidity of my tongue that soon had her bouncing and mashing against me unabashedly with an even greater urgency and need that I ever remembered her showing me.
I think when her orgasm claimed her, she was unprepared for it, not that she didn't KNOW it was coming of course, only that when it did, it took her by such force that she jerked away suddenly, clasping her cunt with both hands, she fell off the side of the bed onto the floor with a surprised, almost shocked expression on her face when she did.
"How about undoing these now Debbie?" I stated, lifting my still secured wrists and giving my wife a look that said, "Hurry!"
Luckily they were the type that didn't require a key, just a simple catch that once pressed, released and opened them. With Silvia still clutching her cunt, lying on the floor next to the bed, Debbie...now Cindy briefly, moved up and settled her pussy down over my prick and engulfed me fully. Leaning over me so close that it would have been impossible for Silvia to hear a single word, she whispered.
"Remember....I love you."
We made love for less than a minute when Silvia finally managed to pick her self up off the floor.
"Hey...no fair hogging that!" She exclaimed, sounding just like a c***d who hated sharing her toys with anyone. Debbie quickly removed herself from my prick, winking at me when she did but then standing up next to the bed as Silvia now climbed aboard and shoved my prick inside herself with a degree of satisfaction by the expression on her face when she did.
"How about playing with my tits some more?" She asked Debbie...and after I cum, I'll do the same for you."
"Actually....I'm about done in." Debbie said startling the hell out of me. "I could really use a break. Thought maybe I'd head into the other bedroom for a little nap and leave the two of you to finish up together. I'll join you both later, and then maybe you and I can have a little more fun as well." Silvia beamed. With Debbie finally out of the way, at least for a little while, she would now have me all to herself, and I would of course be forced to give her my complete and total undivided attention. We had NOT discussed this, and I was a little paranoid when I watched my wife's sweet ass disappear through the door and out of the room.
"Well now!" Silvia said glaring down at me devilishly. "Looks like you and I can now get down to some serious fucking!"
I'm positive that Silvia felt like I'd thrown her the best fuck of my life. I lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and to be honest I'd never gone quite that long without cumming myself. But the fact of the matter was, for some reason I could never quite get there. Every time I even got close, I thought of Cindy and suddenly the 'feeling' mysteriously disappeared. Silvia never noticed of course, and happily fucked herself into oblivion so that eventually she actually removed herself from me and fell against my side, happily contented, and obviously totally unaware that I hadn't even climaxed.
Minutes later she was softly snoring, sound asleep and I carefully extricated myself from her and out of the bed. I quickly padded naked down the hall checking the other bedroom but discovered that Cindy wasn't there. I then descended the stairs into the main area of the cabin and saw her standing in the kitchen expectantly waiting for me. She must have heard me searching for her, and gave me a curious look as I approached.
"She's asleep." I said quietly. Cindy pointed down at my still obvious erection.
"I couldn't." I said simply. Cindy smiled and for a moment I thought I saw tears form in the corners of her eyes. "Wash it in the sink first." She told me. "Then come outside."
By the time I was finished, Cindy was waiting for me around the side of the cabin where there were no windows or over hanging-balcony's. Fifty yards away from us on this side of the cabin ran a fairly wide river where I often fished. The roar of the water effectively cut off any sounds of our conversation as we spoke.
"You didn't cum then?"
"No....I couldn't."
Cindy promptly turned around and braced herself against the side of the cabin leaning into it. "Fuck me." She said softly.
I had always wanted to make love to my wife outside. But as Cindy refused to come up to the cabin previously, we'd never managed to do it, though it had been something I had always wanted to do with her. And though the possibility of anyone seeing us was practically nil, unless someone was actually sitting on some hillside a ways away using a pair of binoculars to spy on us, odds were no one ever would. Even so, the thought of finally fucking my beautiful wife outside was thrilling, that aspect of danger and being seen possibly added to my desire for her, but the feel of her velvet cunt as I slid inside her had something to do what that too.
"Give me your cum!" She told me. I didn't even last two minutes. Nervous to some degree that Silvia would awaken and come looking for us hurried me along. But the fact that I had also denied myself an orgasm previously helped that out considerably. As I pumped my ejaculations into my wife's pussy, filling her so completely that it soon began to squish out from around my cock and began to slowly trickle down the inside of her legs, I collapsed against her, reaching out to surround her with my arms and allowing her to continue to stand there holding me up when I did.
"Better?" She asked lovingly.
"Much!" I somehow managed to say.
"We need to do this again when we have more time to really enjoy it." She added.
I could only nod my head agreeably, and then slipped out of my wife's cunt and once again followed her back inside of the cabin. Thankfully, we hadn't been missed, as Silvia had not as yet come down stairs looking for us. We quickly made our way upstairs where I checked on Silvia and found her still sleeping. We grabbed our clothes, dressed and hurried once again downstairs. Almost an hour later Silvia woke and came down where she found Debbie busily cutting up vegetables for a Chef's salad, and me sitting at the table reading a book.
"Wow...guess I sort of zonked out." She said sheepishly. Glancing over towards Debbie where she worked, and then at me where I sat doing nothing basically, Silvia opted to take this moment to discuss the sale of the Cabin. I knew she wasn't much around the kitchen, never had been which is one of the reasons we ate out a lot during our marriage.
"Want to go over those papers now?" She asked.
"Sure...why not?" I replied.
I stood and quickly retrieved my briefcase and brought it over to the table. Debbie continued to amuse herself slicing up the tomatoes and didn't give either one of us so much as a blink.
Silvia took her time reading through the sheaf of papers as I expected she would, and when she came across the noted stipulation, I wasn't at all surprised and had in fact anticipated her question.
"I see that your father never bought any of the surrounding property." She said reading over the parcel of land the Cabin was on.
"Nope, never did. Couldn't afford it."
"I hope that isn't going to cause me any problems down the road." She wondered aloud.
"Don't know why it would?" I offered. "It's been here this long, and unless they decide to start paving a highway up through here, I can't see why they would do anything that might affect you."
Silvia reread the document once again and I did begin to sweat just a little bit.
"Do you like radishes?" Debbie spoke up suddenly. "Silvia?"
"What? I'm sorry...what did you ask me?"
"Radishes...do you like them in your salad?"
"Oh, sure...yes that would be fine." Silvia turned towards me then. "Two hundred thousand?" She asked. Yep...come on Silvia, you know it's worth at least three. And I know your appraiser told you it was at least worth that much, if not more." "I'm meeting with my attorney first thing Monday morning. As soon as he's had a chance to look over the papers, I'll let you know."
Cindy and I had figured she'd do that at the very least, but so far so good. "Would you like some wine?" I asked her.
"Do you have any Champaign?" Silvia asked. "Maybe we should celebrate!"
Which was a good sign, and I couldn't help but breath a tiny sigh of relief, but we weren't out of the woods yet.
"I think I might still have a bottle or two kicking around here someplace." I stated. "Dinner about ready yet?" I then questioned Debbie, looking over towards her finally. Even she was smiling broadly as she finished tossing the rest of the salad and placed warmed dinner rolls inside a wicker basket.
"Just about....and if you're pouring...why don't you give me a glass of that Champaign too. I wouldn't mind having a glass of that myself."
We had a nice relaxing dinner and managed to polish off both bottles of Champaign. While Debbie cleared off the dishes, washed dried and put them away without any of Silvia's help, I started a nice warm fire in the hearth. Even on a July night, high up the mountains where we were the evenings could still get cool. And I also knew that we'd soon be fooling around once again, so the additional warmth would more than likely be needed anyway. Part 8 coming soon...
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