Peter and Cindy

Seems like it is going to be a lot more than a few caps..lol. Nice start.

Timmy,
Nice to see you on this side of the tracks (pun intended) again. Maybe a long story will recharge your caption batteries in time. I only tried it for a short time and the fleeting appreciation caused by the vulgar scubbing of page 1 reading got to me in the end. You have more time here to spend on page 1, and your friends will keep it there anyway. Write a paragraph, shunt an engine, lay a bit of siding, post every week.

Good start this. Thanks.

What a great surprise and an excellent start.

Definitely heed Peak's advice. Pace yourself. Write a little bit at a time. (a piece of advice I'm finally starting to follow)

Thank you

I look forward to reading more.

GH

I am looking forward to seeing where this will go.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Zinc, Peak, GH and Donna,

many thanks for your kind words and comments. they are appreciated.

“OK Peter, I didn’t say anything earlier because of the time but you look like hell and there were several times during our discussions where you blinked when Ralph talked about his ex. If didn’t know you better, I would swear there was the beginning of a tear forming in your eyes.”

“Talk to ‘Mamma Barb’.”

Did I mention that Barb was a ‘cougar’. Now single after her husband got *******ed in Afghanistan six month short of his retirement after twenty years in the Marines.

That was a year ago. Shortly after that Barb walked into my office with a bunch of folders. She had been managing their money, doing some investments but now needed help with the large payment from a life insurance policy they had had in addition to the GI insurance.

I was truly impressed with her portfolio and told her so.

“Mrs. Hudmister, you don’t need my help. You’ve done really well. The best advice I can give you is to continue what you’ve been doing, just on a bit larger scale.”

“Please call me Barb. To tell you the truth, I was thinking of that but I’m a bit scared. My widow’s benefits from Bob’s pension will be a lot less then it would have been had he completed his twenty years and had he passed away after his retirement. So need to be very careful. I really would like your help.”

“OK Barb, please call me Peter. How about we do this. I need help here in the office. You come to work for me. Work how many hours you want, but at least fifteen per week. I’ll pay you seventy five dollars per hour to be my research assistant and we’ll work on your portfolio together.”

“Peter, I’m not qualified to do that.”

“Yes you are. I’m offering you the job so you won’t set up shop on your own and start competing with me. You are really good.”

“Can I think about this for few days. I know I need to do something with my time. Just not sure what.”

“Sure, take all the time you need and call me once you’ve decided. Meanwhile, I’ll take a closer look at what you brought in and work up some kind of plan for your approval.”

Three days later Barb was back in my office.

“Peter, I accept your proposal provided you can accept mine.”

I looked at her.

“What is with the office next door? It doesn’t seem occupied.”

“I own that space, when the building was converted to office condos it was a package deal. Either give up this space and find another or buy the duplex office suite. Since I was a tenant, I got a good deal. Right now it’s empty but some day I might need it for expansion.”

“I want it. I’ll give you all the time you need me at the rate you proposed but I want to set up shop in that office for pro bono financial advice for military permisteral, dependents and vets. Just charge them for any out of pocket expenses.”

There was a huge Army base not far from town. An Air Force base maybe fifty miles away and because of a Vet Hospital, over all nice climate and other amenities a lot of military retirees lived in the area.

Barb continued, “if they are retirees with some assets, I’ll turn them over to you and we’ll work out a reamisterable compensation. You know a bit of a discount for services rendered”.

“Barb, I like your idea. OK, you have a deal. When can you start?”

“Right now after I check out the space and see what I need there to make it work.”

It worked out great. I got a top notch research assistant and the community got a much needed service.

Since then, we have become great friends and I feel that I can trust her.
So I unburdened myself to her, even told her of my crazy idea of letting Cindy have an occasional lover. I really don’t know why I did that.

At that point I broke down and started to cry. Barb came over and hugged me pushing my face into her ample breasts. To my surprise, they felt soft and almost like she did not wear a bra. But I was sure she did. I got an instant hard on which surprised the hell out of me. I got embarrassed and pushed her away from me.

“Barb, I’ll be OK, just give me a minute. I’m sorry I unloaded on you like this.”

“Peter, it’s OK. I’m honored that you think of me as your friend and trust me with that secret. So I’m going to share one with you.”

“I’m going to order sandwiches for us and a six pack of beer and then I’m going to tell you a story.”

We were alone in the office that day. Mary, my PA was on maternity leave and Jamister, the other researcher was taking some courses to help him become a licensed real estate broker. We had a number of clients ask for some help there and we decided that we might try out hand in that rather than turning it over to some broker for a small finder’s fee.

We didn’t speak much while eating. Barb cleaned up the garbage from lunch, opened another couple of bottles of beer for us and began.

“Peter, listen to my story, the story of First Sergeant Phillip P. Brown and Missus. Phil spent a lot of time away from home. It was hard on me. He got sent places that he couldn’t tell me about and was gone for five six months at a time before suddenly showing up and staying around for maybe two or three months. I don’t know how many batteries I burned through and vibes I burned out those early years. Finally I had enough.”

“I told him that he needed to get himself transferred into some unit where he would be around for a year or two. Where we could have a proper home life aka sex life. Failing that I told him, it will only be a matter of time that I’ll cheat on you and we’ll head towards a divorce.”

“He got on his knees and begged me not to even think about divorce. He was in many ways like you, a really tough SOB but when it came to his woman he was a wimp. He didn’t want to lose me and would do what EVER it took to keep me. Just like you he came up with the idea that he would be OK with me having something on the side as long as it didn’t become public knowledge and that I was there for him one thousand percent during the times he was home.”

“I got pissed at him and slapped his face. You bastard, you are just looking for an excuse so you can hook up with some floozy in bumfuck nowhere while you’re on your super secret assignments.”

“He got pretty upset and told me in no uncertain terms that this was not what he was after, all he wanted was to keep me so that he could have me and love me when he was home. He said that he probably had maybe three or four years to go before he got too old for these missions and would be around more and for longer periods.”

Barb took a sip of her beer and continued.

“Phil pleaded with me to accept his deal. He would stay faithful to me and support me as long as I could assure him that I loved him, kept my affairs short to avoid emotional entanglement and discreet. He also wanted me to tell him about them. Not in graphic details but just letting him know that I was ‘getting it’ as he called it.”

“I told him I would think about it once he was gone again but ‘til then he better screw me every day to total exhaustion.”

“The first time happened about two months after Phil left on one of his mystery assignments. At the time I was working for a cosmetics distributor and they sent me to some seminar for a couple of days and told me that I should stay for the weekend. They would pay for the extra hotel nights. A reward for my hard work.”

“Well that was the first time I strayed. I hooked up with some sales guy from the other coast and I spent every night that I was at that resort with him. I don’t know why I did it, but on the second day, I went out and bought a cheap Polaroid camera. This was before the days of digital and phone cameras. I asked my guy if it was OK to take a picture of his cock in my pussy for my husband. First he was a bit reluctant. I guess he was married too and was weighing the risks.”

“I told him, look let’s take some pictures. We can look at them then you decide if I can have them or tear them up. That’s what we did.”

“When I got home I wrote to Phil and told him that I put horns on him. I knew that expression. I hadn’t heard yet about cuckolding. I didn’t give him many details, just that he was a nice guy I met at a training seminar. That he was working for a different company and lived far away. In other words chances for a steady affair were pretty much zero.”

“Boy was I surprised when about two weeks later I got a telegram. Scared the heck out of me because I thought something bad had happened to him. It had just a few words. ‘Prove it next time. Love Phil’.

“That crazy bastard, was there something in his mind that got him off on this? Well he wanted proof, I’ll give him proof. I sent him two of the pictures we took. I have a birth mark near my vagina so even with not seeing my face Phil knew immediately that the condom covered cock was inside my pussy and not some picture that I got in a porn shop.”

“I managed to stay true to him ‘til he got back from his assignment and sex was hotter than ever before. I decided to tease Phil a bit, just to see what his reaction would be. So the first blow job that I gave him, I swallowed, something I usually don’t do. Looked at him with a big grin on my face to match his because he was happy about what had just happened.”

“Like I said, I looked at him with this big grin, licked my lips and said ‘you taste different’. There was a brief frown on his face, but he got himself under control and said with a bit of a powerd smile ‘I hope better’.”

“I guess he was a bit put off at first because blow jobs were not on the regular ‘menu’ for him and swallowing was practically unheard of.”

“From that night on, I made it a point that he got at least two or three blow jobs a week while at home with me and I swallowed every time. I wanted to keep my man happy.”

“So for a while this became a routine. Once he was gone and the itch got too strong, I would take a couple of days vacation, go to some city within driving distance but far enough from prying eyes. Stay in a nice business type hotel and hook up with some guy for two nights before heading home. Almost always coming home with a picture of some cock in my pussy which I promptly mailed to Phil.”

“Usually I was OK with only going out once during those short deployments.”

“After a couple of years of this, they assigned Phil to a different base with a promise that he would stay home for two years. That’s when we bought our first house. It was a happy time. The only issue we had, was that I couldn’t not get pregnant. A takes driver who ran me over while I was a teenager took care of that. We sometimes talked about adoption but never really got around to actually doing something about it.”

“Against all expectations, they extended his duty at that base for another year and suddenly Phil became restless, even moody, something I had never experienced before. It took a great amount of coaxing and the threat of withholding all forms of sex before he came clean. That stupid jerk was missing the pictures of me getting fucked by some stranger. I was totally floored and at first upset. I didn’t speak to him for almost a week. I was so pissed off.”

“Remember in those days there was not internet to find things out. Most public libraries did not have what you would consider true adult sections. What you could find in porn stores was all crap. On the other hand it was the pre-aids area of wife swapping and swing clubs. There were some underground papers that listed some of those. There were a couple about a 100 miles from the base. Far enough to be safe.”

“Eventually I approached Phil with the idea to join one of the swing clubs, just to try it out. See where it would lead us. He wasn’t happy. So I told it was either that or he better stopped sulking and being moody if he wanted any kind of sex. In the end he caved and I called the number listed in the paper. Phil usually had weekends off so we booked a motel and drove on Saturday morning to the place. Did some exploring of the area and drove by the place where the party was supposed to be. It was big mansion kind of place set back from the road. It looked very respectable. Right after lunch I got my hair done. I had gone shopping, bought some sexy undies and sleek black dress with lots of cleavage. I got dressed and saw that Phil had a hard on from the time I walked out of the bathroom.”

“The fifty dollar entry fee covered dinner and all the *****. When we got to the place we met eight couples and three single guys and one single lady.”

“After dinner there was some dancing and you could see that the ladies started to pair up with guys other than their hubbies. One of the single guys came over and asked me to dance. I looked at Phil and he just nodded. I never came back to him ‘til it was time to go home. At one point I saw the single lady approach him, he danced a couple of dances but then they separated. After that I lost track of him. They guy I was with had his hands under my panties and one of my boobs out. He took me to one of the bed rooms. The rules where that when a door was closed, the couple wanted privacy. If it was open, others could watch and maybe even play on the super king size beds.”

“Phil was subdued on the way back to our motel but I had the devil in me. I had given the guy a blow job just before the party ended. Sort of a good by present. So when we got back in our room I grabbed Phil and kissed him, trying to dig out his tonsils with my tongue. The was a recognition in his eyes when he realized that he was tasting cum. I was a bit afraid of his reaction but he just kept tongue wrestling with me.”

“I wanted to talk but he waved me off. ‘Please let’s just go to relax. We can talk in the morning’. I decided that I needed a quick shower and then joined Phil in bed. Snuggling up to Phil, I whispered in his ear that I loved him and went to relax after an evening of hot sex.”

“I woke up on Sunday morning from soft tongue strokes as Phil ministered to my well used pussy. It felt nice but I was not ready for his cock. I thought I’ll give him a blow job but that will be it ‘til we got home and back into our own bed.”

“After I had a couple of nice gentle orgasms, I guess Phil sensed that I was not ready for more than that, he looked up at me and said ‘I watched you with the guy for a while’. ‘you did what?’ I was getting upset at the thought that my husband had watched me with that guy.”

I yelled at him ‘You sick bastard, what’s wrong with you?’ and he answered ‘sorry babe, I don’t know. I’m confused. I know that I got turned on when you sent me the pictures while on assignment. I started to miss them maybe eighteen months after I got home and when they extended my tour here, it got really bad. That’s when I told you about it and we went to that swing club thing. When that one gal approached me, while she was really hot…’ “I slapped his head at that point”.

He kind of looked a bit upset but then smiled ‘not as hot as you. Thing is when she plastered herself all over my body I felt nothing. When you do that I get an instant hard on. Eventually she left. By that time I had lost track of you and went looking for you. When I finally found you I watched for while. I decided to leave when you were approaching another O. I didn’t want to be caught.’

I looked at him ‘how did you find us?’ ‘Remember the rule with doors. I peeked into every one that was open. Yours was open but not wide open like some of the others. Maybe you guys didn’t do a good job closing it or he wanted people to watch but pretended to close the door. Just don’t know. Anyway when I left, I quietly closed the door. I didn’t want anyone else to spy on you. I left, found a bathroom and jerked off.’”

“I had to smile, he had such a hang dog expression on his face. ‘Babe, I’m really sorry. Like I said, I don’t know. It’s all so confusing. All I know is that I love you and want you to be happy and I want to know that you never ever will leave me. I’ll do anything to make that a reality. We can go on like we have been or stop. I’ll just have to deal with it ‘til I get sent away again. Then I want you to resume and send pictures. Please, please don’t be angry. It was such a beautiful sight seeing you totally lost in the moment. It’s something I will always cherish. When I make love to you, it’s a mutual thing. Here I was a bystander, not involved and could take in how beautiful you are and how you were totally lost in the moment.’”

“I really couldn’t be angry at him so I asked him ‘what do you want to happen?’ He looked at me. ‘I want you to go back there if you want to but only if you want to. I’ll be OK with that image edged into my brain if need be. I promise, no mood swings. Just let me love you.’ We had one more go around, you know the kind gentle and loving way before falling arelax.”

“We didn’t go the next month or the next even though I got several phone calls asking us to come. When I told Phil about it, he asked what I wanted to do. I thought about it and told him maybe we should go next month. I’ll think about it.”

“When it got close to that weekend, Phil came from work and told me that he made reservations for the weekend but that he could cancel as long as it was before three PM that Friday.”

“We left the reservation in place and I went shopping for some really slutty stuff from seamed stockings to garter belt and shelf bra. The dress had enough cleavage to reach in and pull my boobs out. I wore it for Phil on Friday night when he came home from work. Handed him a Martini and sashayed my slutty ass into the bedroom. By the time he got there, he had shed his uniform and stuff and stood naked in the doorway with a raging erection. It was wild, my panties got torn but I had allowed for that and bought a spare set of everything.”

“Eventually, we stopped and had something to eat. When we got back to the bedroom I handed Phil a bottle of lube. ‘Sweetheart get my ass ready for your cock.’ He was stunned, I always had said no to anal but the guys at the swing club and some of my earlier dates always had tried. So I decided that I wanted to try.”

“ ‘Come on big boy, I know you want to. I’ve been asked before and always said no. I talked to a few gals and most of them tell me it’s hot and really nice if done right. You know go slow at first and plenty of lube. I really want to try and I won’t do anything that I haven’t tried with my loving husband first. So get busy.’

“Phil was very gentle and loving, going very slow, each time going a little deeper. At first it hurt a but as the lube spread it got easier and easier, actually felt pretty good. Eventually I got frustrated and yelled at him ‘for God’s sake fuck my slutty ass already’ and that was all he needed to go full speed ahead.”

Well the next night it was my turn to be surprised. We pulled up to the house, Phil got out of the car, opened the door for me and helped me out, then grabbed me and kissed me really hard. Slapped my ass and told me to go in there and have a good time.”

I was stunned. ‘You are not coming in with me?’ ‘No, I don’t think I can deal with it. Just go and have good time. Call me when you want me to come and get you or have someone drive you back to our motel.’

‘Phil if I go in there without you, I may not come back ‘til sometime tomorrow. You really OK with that?’

“He thought for a moment, ‘yeah, I’m OK babe. Have a good time. I’ll see you when you are good and ready to come home. Be safe.’ He grabbed and kissed me one more time and I almost went to the car to go back to the hotel but then another car pulled up and my fuck buddy from the last time got out, saw me and had suddenly a grin like a kid in a candy store on his face.

"Phil took off before I could say anything further.”

At that point, we had gone through the six pack of beer.

“Sorry Peter, I got kind of carried away and started to ramble. Memories flooding back.”

There was a hint of tears in her eyes. It must have been hard to recall all that.

“Peter, what I was trying to tell you that a cuckold relationship can be a loving and caring thing. I have never loved Phil more than those years where I had his permission to fool around. We set clear boundaries and I made sure that he always came first.”

“I can give you a list of sites that deal with the subject. Some are pure BS fantasies, others are real. There are more folks than you think in that life style. I’m sure there are some where the wife is abusive but as far as I’m concerned, the guy can always walk, that is unless he’s a real masochist and thrives on use.”

“My suggestion to you is to think things through very carefully. I hope you have some form of pre-nuptial agreement. If not, it might be a good idea to get a post nuptial one before you set out on this journey. Try have some clear ideas of what your expectations are and communicate those to Cindy so that there is no misunderstanding.”

Excellent Timmy

Timmy,
Fizzing again. I do believe you are getting some of that Mojo back. Must have been trapped in a siding somewhere ... Thanks for continuing this so quickly, its a great start.

Thank you Timmy !

Timmy

I loved Barb's story. I look forward to more, but even if you never write another word on this story you have created something I think is special.

Thank you very much.

GH

Hi Timmy,

This is the first time I have read any of your work and I have enjoyed it very much, you have a real talent.

I am looking forward to reading more.

thanks.

Ajax.

Nice story, hope you keep writing.

WOW, I'm overwhelmed. Thank you all for your kind words. They are truly appreciated. I sure hope that I can meet your expectations with this next segment.

Barb cleaned up our trash and told me that she is going home.

We hugged.

“Barb thank you so much for first listening to my troubles and then revealing your story to me. I wish that I could have known you two while Phil was alive. Sounds like one hell of a guy. I’m going to have do some hard thinking. Figure out what I want my life to look like. I don’t think that I’ll be turned on by Cindy’s extramarital activities like Phil was. That is going to make what I offered harder. I won’t know unless we try.”

“Peter, any time – day or night, if you need to talk, to bounce ideas around, call me. I will try my best to help you. You’ve made a huge difference in my life after Phil and I owe you. So please remember that I’ll be there for you.”

We hugged one more time and then I was alone with my thoughts.

I took out the divorce agreement and read it line by line for the first time.

What Cindy had said was true. She didn’t want a thing from me other than her freedom. Well that wasn’t quite true was it. If we went through with this, she would rip out my heart and stomp on it leaving a huge hole in my life.

What if my idea didn’t work? What if I couldn’t handle it. Would it be better to make that initial drastic cut to end it or could I face the risk of prolonged agony.

Well time to stop feeling sorry for myself and take some steps to protect myself if we went through with my crazy idea.

So I called Bernie the attorney. Bernie had been one of my good friends in college and had quickly built a reputation as a go for the jugular and leave nothing but “scorched earth” kind of divorce attorney.

His assistant told me that if I could stop by the office around six, Mr. Goodry would be available. I thanked her and started to look at some of those web sites Barb had given to me.

It became quickly clear that a lot of what is out there was either pure fantasy or BS. But a few seemed to be real life blogs. What bothered me was that a lot of the relationships clearly seemed to be a “one way street” where the wife took total control of their sex life, going from an occasional mercy fuck to plain denial, even extreme long time chastity. That is not what I was looking for. What I wanted was to continue with what we had before Cindy started to give me the cold shoulder, the only change would be that Cindy was allowed to have an occasional – occasional to be defined – fling for a night with some other guy. The less I knew about it the better it would be.

“So Peter what do you need?” Bernie greeted me with that question as I walked into his office.

I passed him the envelop with the divorce papers.

“WOW, I would have never suspected. What is going here Peter? She doesn’t ask for anything at all. Makes me suspicious.”

“Well, we hit a rough spot and Cindy wants to call it quits. And before you ask, no I didn’t cheat on her and as far as I know she hasn’t either. I have an idea that I proposed to her to keep us together. Right now she’s thinking about it. Not sure which way things will go.”

“Bernie, what I’m looking for is protection if things don’t work out. I want to hold her to the deal you have in front of you if one of us decides my idea is not working.”

“You going to tell me what that is?”

I just shook my head.

“Let me think about this a bit. I’m not used to a wife giving up everything. I’m trained to go for the jugular and the balls of the hapless hubby and take him to the cleaners.”

“I think I have something. Come by tomorrow night, same time and I’ll have the paperwork for you, we’ll go over it and then you can buy me dinner.”

He pulled a pad out of a desk drawer and scribred something on it.

“Give me a dollar, here is your receipt. I’m now on retainer to you. If this turns ugly at the end, Cindy will have to make do with the second best divorce lawyer in the state.”

I handed him a buck and put the receipt into my wallet. We shook hands and I went home to a lonely dinner and empty house. I didn’t even have energy to go out for a run.

I sat down in my favorite chair, turned on the Golf Channel and tried to think what I wanted my life to be. What I wanted from Cindy in trade for her having some outside flings.

I tried to make some notes on a yellow pad but I was emotionally drained and didn’t get very far.

Some infomercial woke me and I went to bed.

The morning was very busy as I worked from home. While having lunch I made some more notes on the yellow pad. Strange, writing things down on paper rather than typing on a computer made them seem more real.

By the time I was done several pages had mostly scratched out notes but also a few clear ones. Those I copied into my computer to be part of a “formal agreement” if we should go ahead with my crazy idea.

Feeling a bit better I went for a run, not nearly as long as that crazy one a few days back, just my usual five miles.

After a shower, I headed into town and stopped in the office to check on a few things. Jamister was back, he had taken his realtor license test and was now waiting for the results. We talked a bit about how much we wanted to get involved in real estate marked and agreed on going slow. Not to seek out any clients but offer that service as part of a wealth management package when it was appropriate.

I stopped in the office next door and talked briefly with Barb while we had a chance before her next client was due to arrive. I was really proud of her service the military community.

Well it was time to go see Bernie, see what he had cooked up for me.

When I walked into his front office it seemed like his paralegal looked at me with different eyes. Did she think that I would be soon on the “market”?

“Hi Peter, go right in. Mr. Goodry is waiting for you.”

I had to smile at the “Mr.” stuff. I knew for sure that Bernie had slept with her before she came to work for him.

“Thanks Darlene.”

“Hey Bernie, what kind of scheme have you come with, to protect me if things go bad in the Wilmister household?”

“Sit, I’ll explain it to you. At first I was stumped when you came to me but it is really quite simple and I do believe fool prove. I don’t see any way that she could wiggle out of what I propose once everything is signed.”

“I even ran it past Judge Parker. You may remember, I worked for him part time while in law school. He was just as surprised at first when I showed him what Cindy was proposing and he liked my idea. He thinks it will hold up in court should she be stupid enough to challenge it.”

Bernie outlined what he had in mind and handed me back the proposed agreement that Cindy had handed me and his “counter proposal”. Also a simple one page agreement to be signed by both parties covering what would trigger the divorce proceedings.

“Peter, you can modify the cover agreement almost any way you want to. Just make sure you leave the first two and the last paragraph in place.”

“I have copies of both agreements and the cover. If you change any of it, please e-mail me the draft to make sure there is nothing in there that would create problems.”

“Bernie, I’m going to make some changes but I won’t be sending them to you. It will be just between Cindy and me. So you can relax. All I will add is a list of ‘triggers’ which can cause either of us taking action. You’ll have to be satisfied with that.”

I could tell that Bernie didn’t like it but he shrugged his shoulders, got up from behind his desk and said.

“OK, time to feed me. I’ve made reservations at the ‘Bistro’. I hear they have a new chef there. I prefer checking things out on somebody else’s ‘dime’ before taking a lady there.”

We had a great dinner, talked about golf, prospects of the local college foot ball team and a local scandal where one of the city council men got caught with pants down by the husband of his office manager. Bernie had passed on the case. He has a rule to never take a case involving public officials.

By the time we walked out of the restaurant, it was clear that I had too much to take to drive and decided to walk to the office where I had a comfortable couch and a change of clothing.

Bernie lived in the city and took a cab home.

Not much happened the rest of the week.

When I got home from my golf game and lunch at the club Saturday afternoon, I found Cindy sitting on the patio with a take.

“Hello Peter, had a good round?”

I was kind of pissed, there she sat as if nothing had happened. Not caring that she put me through hell.

She didn’t get up and when I tried to kiss her, she turned her head and my lips came into contact with her cheek. I pulled back as if I had burned my mouth.

She must have been startled by my reaction and I guess angry facial expression.

“Peter, please. Let us not fight. We need to talk. Why don’t you get yourself something to take and sit down.”

Shrugging my shoulders “what ever” and went inside to get some ice tea. This was not the time to consume more holy water. Also got the paper work that Bernie had prepared and her proposed divorce agreement.

I sat down, grabbed one of my pipes and went through the lengthy ritual of loading and lighting it. I knew that it always infuriated her when I did that.

Finally I was satisfied with the way the pipe was drawing, took a sip of tea and looked at her.

“OK Cindy, you want to talk. I assume that means that you have come to decision regarding my proposal. So go ahead and talk.”

Cindy took a deep breath which sent a stab through my heart because Cindy being Cindy had prepared herself by carefully selecting her clothes. That deep breath made me realize that she did not wear a bra this afternoon. There was a subtle shift in her DD breasts under a tight top with just the right amount of cleavage. She knew I was staring at her breasts. There was that somewhat derisive but knowing smile on her face. I think it excited her to see me suffer. Her nipples started to lightly stretch the fabric. Further confirmation that there was no bra.

Was that for my benefit or…?

Another small shift in her body. Further movement of her breasts, more cleavage and harder nipples causing my dick to get hard. The good thing, because of its size, I really did not have to worry about making a tent. But if she kept this up, there might be some leakage. I'm sure Cindy knew and enjoyed the power she had over me.

I was powerd to look at her face as Cindy started to speak.

“Peter, first I want to apologize for the way I handled things. I should have talked to you rather than dumping the divorce on you. I’m sorry. You deserve better but what is done is done.”

“So tell me Peter, are you still thinking of letting me have nice hot cocks on the outside?”

I think she tried to shock me – in one way it did. It hurt, but that was the crux of the problem. That I was not doing it for her. So why sugar coat it.

“Yes Cindy under certain conditions and safe guards I’m still willing to let you cuckold me.”

That surprised her. I don’t think she had expected me to know that term.

“What would those be Peter? I’m not sure that you are in a position to set terms. On the other hand, I have to be honest, I would miss certain aspects and benefits of us living together. See dear (did I detect a sneer in her voice or was I hyper sensitive at this moment) I really care for you. Things would be fine if it wasn’t…”

Again, I felt the pain. You care for a pet, a friend. A husband should be loved. Was this whole thing bound to fail. Was I Don Quixote fighting windmills?

Cindy continued.

“So what do you have in mind for our future relationship. Maybe I can live with that. At least give it an honest try.”

“Cindy, I love you with all my heart but right now I’m really hurting. It will take some effort on your part to heal the cracks. I want very much for us to grow old together. Sit on our rocking chairs watching our grand youngren down by the lake and when they are gone, just sit here and enjoy the sunsets.”

“In order to have that, I’m willing to make certain sacrifices. Very painful sacrifices. Reluctantly I have accepted that I do not completely fulfill your sexual needs. I’m sorry about that. But it’s the hand I was dealt, so I have to play it.”

“What I envision is that maybe two, three times a month you have a ‘play date’. I don’t want to know who, where and what you are doing. I’m not a voyeur and I don’t get off on you telling me all the dirty details of your meeting.”

“I will insist that you never EVER bring a date into our home. Also I want you to be extremely discrete and careful where you meet. You make one, sometimes two trips a month out of town for a couple of days. I would think that those occasions would be ideal since things would happen several hundred miles from our hearth.”

Cindy interrupted me.

“Peter, I agree with having to be discrete. I’m not sure I like the idea of you putting restrictions on the frequency of my meeting other men.”

“I’m not saying that I want to be out every night but what you propose is not enough. Why don’t we say this. Provide me with a monthly social calendar where you need me to be around either because friends have invited us, we need to have some of them over at our place, a business dinner or some family affair. I will keep those days open.”

“Let’s see, before I decided that I really was not happy with my life we had plenty of sex, but true intercourse once a week, occasionally twice. Right?”

Cindy looked at me, and somewhat ashamed I just shrugged my shoulder.

“I guess. I really wasn’t keeping track of it.”

“So intercourse once a week should be fine for you. Also I would think that I’ll be home most weekends. I am not looking for romantic entanglement which means that a high number of my dates are married men having to be home on weekends with their family.”

“Play your cards right and chances are you can pick up some more intercourse action at that time.”

She stunned me with the cold tone and clinical approach to this whole mess. I guess that was her training. She was very good at making deals at her job.

“Cindy, I just don’t know…” I trailed off not quite sure what to say.

“Peter, relax.” She seemed to be backing off a bit. “ I’m not saying that I’m going to be out fucking some guy four or five nights a week.”

“It was your idea. I’m willing to go slow. Give it a try. See how it goes. If you are unhappy and feel that you don’t get what you feel you’re entitled to, talk to me. I’m sure we can work things out. If not, all you have to do is sign the divorce agreement.”

Timmy,
Up to your old tricks again. I'm with Bernie on this one. There is a catch there somewhere. On the other hand, you seem easier with this one than Clarissa. Maybe not giving the ending away at the beginning helps! Still, it seems surer. Nicely crafted so far. Thanks.

I'm enjoying this story, but right now I think Peter should sign the papers and end his pain. Cindy is not acting like she loves Peter. She's not working very hard to try to find a mutually agreeable resolution. If she actually loved him she'd be doing that.

Thanks this appears to be the beginning to another complicated, thought provoking story.

GH

It's definitely intriguing and well done. I can't wait to read more.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

My thoughts pattern GH's. Cindy has been given quite an offer and given her experiences with her latest extra maritial "hot cock" I'm suprised at her reatction to it. However, it is early and their resolution is still unfolding.

Good work Timmy...thx

Peak, GH, Donna and Zinc,

thanks for your kind words and comments.

“Speaking of that. Cindy, I’m going to sign it.”

“What? Was this all…?”

“Cindy, please hear me out. I want us to have equal protection. I had Bernie prepare an identical divorce agreement for you to sign. His idea is that if we both have a signed agreement in our hands, both of us are protected. You are protected from a filing for adultery which is still possible in this state with the resulting scandal, etc. and I’m protected by your original agreement, making no financial demands on me.”

Cindy being Cindy thought about it.

“It has some merit for right now but what if a few years down the road we have a young or two and suddenly you are no longer happy with the arrangement and pull that old divorce agreement out of the hat.”

“I’m willing to sign a statement, that if youngren are involved the old agreements are null and void.”

I got up from my seat.

“I’m going to get myself a beer. Can I get you a glass of wine or something else? The agreements are in that envelop on the table. You can check them over and make sure that my version is truly identical to yours.”

“No thanks Peter. I’m fine.”

I had to lean against the doorway to the kitchen. My heart was racing and I had second thoughts about the whole thing. Was this really a good idea?

The way Cindy went about telling me how things could be was a shock.

Well, not much I could do right now. I made the offer. I guess I’ll have to go along with it for a while at least. See how she’ll treat me in the future. If it is better than the last three months. Maybe it is worth the agony that I’ll be suffering.

When I got back with my beer, Cindy was standing by the table.

“Got a pen?”

I went back and got one. Cindy signed the agreement I had Bernie draw up and handed me it and the pen.

“Your turn. Where do we keep these?”

As I signed the one Cindy had presented to me, that got this whole mess started: I’m putting mine into the safe in my office here. If you want, I can put yours in there two or you put it someplace else. Have your Mom hold it.”

I handed her the one I had just signed.

“Cindy, why don’t we go out to dinner, celebrate this day as sort of a new beginning. A learning experience for both of us and afterwards I’ll make you orgasm so many times, that either you pass out or beg for mercy.”

There was that slightly derisive smile again.

“Sorry Peter, this has already taken longer than expected. I have a date. Gotta run.”

She came over where I was standing, pressed her boobs seductively against my arm but warded off a kiss and a hug.

Grabbing my crotch and squeezing it.

“Don’t play too much with this. Be a dear and get my stuff from Mom tomorrow after church. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you and feed you a nice dinner. Make sure you hang things back into my closet.”

“I’ll see you Monday night after work. Fix something nice for us for dinner. After that I’ll take care of your cute little stiffy.”

She blew me a kiss and was gone.

In frustration and anger I threw the beer bottle out into the yard. Luckily, I didn’t hit any trees, it didn’t break and I didn’t have to deal with glass shards out there.

I sat in my chair and cried. Was this what I had to look forward to? Her being a cold and unfeeling bitch or would things get better after she’s had what she feels I can’t give her?

Eventually I calmed down. That’s when I realized that we never talked about the supplement agreement with the trigger list. Well, it could keep for now.

I was upset with the way Cindy had just told me to get her stuff but I was trying to keep her. So I sucked it up and called her Mom, a really nice lady. If it was true that flowers will look like their ladys, Cindy will still be hot at sixty.

We arranged that I would get to her house at one after she got back from church, she would help me load Cindy’s stuff and then feed me dinner and hand me left overs for a late supper.

We were sitting having coffee after our dinner and Helga started talking.

“Peter, I know what you are trying to do. I love Cindy but I’m not sure if you are doing the right thing trying to hang on to her like that. I overheard some conversations, I’m not going to tell you what she was saying but you need to watch out for yourself. Don’t let her walk all over you. Put her into her place if it gets too much. Maybe she’ll pull back and maybe not. Only time will tell. Look out for yourself. I care for you and I really thought that she had hit the jack pot when you two got married. Now I’m no longer sure it was the right thing.”

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, just warn you to be prepared if things don’t work out.”

“Helga, I appreciate your concerns. I hope that you are wrong but I’ve taken some steps to protect myself in case of a divorce. I’m going to fight for her but I do have limits. I sincerely hope that we’ll never get to them.

After that we talked a little longer about everything and nothing before I took my leave with a couple of containers of some really great pot roast and some veggies.

When I got home I put all of Cindy’s stuff back into her closet and prepared myself mentally for another lonely night. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.

In the morning I went into the office for a while then took Barb out to lunch and filled her in on what I had done.

“Peter, it’s going to be hard on you. Not sure if it will ever get easier. You are different from my Phil. If she really loves you and takes care of your needs as well as her own, I think you should be OK. You’ve done everything you could. Now it is all up to her. I wish you luck.”

After lunch, I stopped at our favorite sea food market, had them steam a couple of lobsters and went home.

I was working on the computer when the bell went off, alerting me to a new e-mail on the server that was exclusively used for communicating with Cindy.

“Hey babe, should be home by six. Very sparse lunch. Will be starving. See you then.
Love C”

Well, it was the first time in several weeks that she actually used the word “love”. Maybe things are looking up.

It was just before six when the garage door opened and a little after Cindy breezed into the kitchen where I was working on a salad.

“Hey babe” followed by a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. I had hoped for a hug and real kiss.

“Be a dear. My bag is in the trunk of my car. Get it please and unpack it for me. I’m going to take a quick shower and then you can feed me.”

“And how are you this evening my darling?” That was just a thought, I really didn’t say it but I also thought “bitch”.

Never the less, I did as I was told. I got her bag, took it upstairs to our bedroom and put it on a chest at the foot end of our bed.

When I opened it, I thought I detected a scent of sex. Also some perfume that I knew, I hadn’t bought for her. I got her dirty laundry and separated it from the other stuff that probably should go to the dry cleaners.

When I got to the bottom of the case, there was a package of condoms as well as a bag from Victoria’s Secret with some new stuff in it. I didn’t check what it was but saw a price tag which confirmed that it was new.

I’m sure she left the condoms for me to find in order to both re-assure me that she was practicing safe sex but also to taunt me. The presence of an opened box clearly showed that she had some form of sex while gone and then there was the size marked on the box. Much larger than any I would have worn. It hurt.

The hamper for the dirty stuff was in the bathroom. I opened the door and looked. I was barely able to make her out through the fogged up shower enclosure. However it was evident that she was using a douche at that very moment.

In the old days, I would have ripped off my clothes and joined her in there. But I knew better than to try that.

So I went back down and finished up dinner preparation. While I was setting the table in the kitchen, I did take extra care by using a table cloth, rather than the usual place mats. There was a small vase with some flowers on the table and I used the “medium china” as we referred to it. I had inherited it from my Mom and it was between what we used every day and the very formal settings we had gotten for our wedding.

Everything was ready when Cindy came down the stairs wearing a silk dressing gown we had bought on a trip to China as part of our first anniversary. Under it was some form of negligee that left little to the imagination. It must have been part of the VS bag because I had never seen it before. This was accented by some new pink slippers with four inch heels.

“Come here babe. I need a hug and a kiss. Sorry for not greeting you properly but I was in need of a bathroom and shower.”

When we hugged and kissed I felt like the old Cindy was back. Maybe it was worth taking the risk I took.

When she broke the kiss, her hand lightly stroked the erection in my pants.

“Hmm, the little man is happy to have me home.”

I winced at that comment. Cindy must have seen it because I got another hot kiss.

“OK stud.”

Did I detect some condescending tone there or was I too sensitive?

“Let’s eat, I’m starving. We can play after dinner.”

I poured us some wine and served Cindy the salad, cold lobster and a baked potato.

“Yummy, I think I’ll keep you around as my cook and bottle washer.”

She said it with a smile, but it still hurt.

Raising her glass “Peter, I think we need to toast to a new beginning of our relationship. A unique journey. It might get bumpy along the way but I hope that you will talk to me, just like I will be much more open with you about what bugs me about you.”

Now I'm not so sure. I think I still agree with Helga, Peter had better watch his back and he may be in for a lotof pain, but at the end Cindy did kind of redeem herself. Once again you're creating a thought provoking story. I'm eager to see how it develops.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
We are clearly wired differently. I suppose a man can live with, and even enjoy his wife relaxing with other men if he loves her enough and if he believes she loves him in return. There must be something in it for him though. Peter seems to get very little from Cindy so far, maybe that is about to change, but so far the love from her seems to be missing. Her infidelity seems to create no conflict, anguish or pain in her, however much she needs the sexual relief she believes her husband cannot provide. Once again though, your herione is complex and desirable. Not easy to walk away from. I feel for Peter, all of which means once again you have another success on your hands! Thanks.

GH and Peak, thanks for your thoughtful comments.


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We touched glasses, had a sip and continued our meal. Conversation was generally about the stuff that we were both interested in. Every so often I caught Cindy looking at me. Not sure if it was apprehensive or annoyed. Just couldn’t tell. Was she expecting me to ask questions about her weekend? Not going to give her that satisfaction.

“Hey babe, why don’t you fix us a couple of espressos and we can sit on the back deck, watch the sun go down and then go upstairs where you can rock my world.”

It was becoming clear to me that Cindy thought that she was in the driver’s seat and could just boss me around and throw me an occasional bone of TLC. Well, for now I’m going to suck it up and see how things develop.

I fixed the coffees and joined Cindy on the double lounger on the back deck. It was a rather nice evening.

It surprised me that Cindy made the first move and pretty quickly we were making out like a couple of teenagers in the backseat of a car.

The wind must have shifted because suddenly there was bit of a chill in the air.

“Why don’t we go inside and upstairs. You can continue what you started on our bed.”

With that comment Cindy pushed my hand into her bare pussy letting me know that things were ready and moist for my tongue.

When we got into our bedroom, Cindy told to stand near the bed and just wait. Cindy did a little strip tease dropping the dressing gown and there She was in all her glory covered by the filmy thin material of the negligee that must have been in that VS bag.

Doing a little twirl, “you like babe. Bought especially for you. Something special just for you. Good cuckolds do get rewards.”

I almost walked out. Cindy must have sensed that I wasn’t happy.

“Sorry babe, I know. I shouldn’t talk about it. Let’s get the fun started.”

With that Cindy grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it over my head. I shivered as she trailed her fingers over my chest, circling my always sensitive nipples, then flicking them with her tongue.

“I love it that you keep yourself in shape like this. You’ve got one hot bod my darling.”

Thinking yeah “185 pounds of dynamite but only a four inch quick fire fuse”.

Cindy undid my belt and pants, pulled my briefs down and gently fondled my hard dick and “blue” balls. She looked briefly up at me before starting to lick and suck my dick. I was floored. If memory served me right, Cindy had done that only once in our entire relationship and was highly pissed when I came in her mouth. I had tried to warn her but there just wasn’t time enough.

I was afraid that it would happen again but Cindy had a firm grip around my balls and just before I was ready to blow, she stopped and pinched off my dick.

Looking up at me, Cindy licked her lips in a very slutty way before going back to work on my dick.

The cycle repeated two or three times. Not really sure.

Then there was the point of no return. I tried to push her off but didn’t succeed. I blasted my pent up cum into her mouth.

“Cindy I’m so…”

She put a finger over my lips telling me to be quiet and stood up, grabbed my ears and kissed me, pushing most of my cum into my mouth.

Shocked was an understatement. It wasn’t that the taste of my cum bothered me. I had eaten it off and out of Cindy many times. No it was the act of the totally unexpected blow job followed by her passing me a snow ball.

When I looked at Cindy, she had a very satisfied look on her face. I got the feeling that she was going to say something, maybe hurtful, maybe not. Cindy took a deep breath, licked her lips one more time and swallowed whatever cum may have been left in her mouth without saying anything further.

There was a bit of an awkward pause.

“My turn babe. You promised to make me pass out or beg for mercy. So get busy.”

With that Cindy settled herself on the bed, making it easy for me to access her pussy while I struggled to untangle myself from my pants and briefs.

I started at her feet and slowly worked my way up to the “heavenly valley” where I spent a considerable amount of time making sure that countless orgasms. When I sensed that Cindy was getting too sensitive down there I moved up on the bed and concentrated on her breasts and nipples with some interludes of tongue wrestling.

We were taking a rest and Cindy’s hand trailed down my body towards my dick. I think she was surprised that it was hard again. Normally, it is once and done but tonight was different. For one thing, we played longer than most normal nights. My best guess was that not having had any form of sexual contact with Cindy for a long time and the surprise blow job did something to me.

Cindy fondled it a bit. “I suppose you would like to stick this thing into my pussy.”

I just nodded.

“Wouldn’t you I rather give you a nice hand job or even another blow job?’

Silently, I shook my head. The mood was broken but Cindy kept stroking my dick ever so lightly, so it did not shrink like it would have any other time after comments like that.

“Oh well, if you must, go ahead.” With that comment Cindy spread her legs and pulled them up offering me her pussy.

There was no need for foreplay because of our earlier activities there was plenty of moisture in and around her pussy. I inserted my dick and started to slam up and down. I was angry, I wanted to assert myself, reclaim that pussy as mine while Cindy just laid there, not moving and that condescending knowing smile back on her face. She was letting me know in no uncertain ways that she was not enjoying this.

I almost lost my erection but I got lucky – sort of – and got to cum in her pussy.

I pulled out and was ready to lick her pussy clean when Cindy snapped her legs shut.

“Not now Petey, just get a warm wash rag and clean me up. I’m tired and have to go to work in the morning.”

So I did as she told me. There was a brief hug and good night kiss before Cindy turned away from me.

I was pissed and almost got out of bed to go into one of the guest rooms but decided against it. Wide awake on my side of the bed, I could hear Cindy’s soft regular breathing. She was sound arelax. Either not aware or not caring how much her unresponsive attitude had hurt me.

Was she trying to sent me a message? That I could get lots of TLC and sweaty sex, even blow jobs as long as I didn’t try to have actual intercourse. Is that the future for our relationship? The inside of her love canal was reserved for her studs and not her husband who was afflicted by the small dick syndrome.

With those thoughts, I fell arelax to a night of assorted nightmares. Some of those images from the cuckold stories I had read came to me in my dreams. Cindy with a parade of studs with nine, ten inch long cocks or if they were not that long, then with a girth of a large cucumber. The worst being her standing between two guys holding their cocks pointed at my face. I was helplessly tied to a chair. Cindy started to jerk them off 'til they blasted their cum into my face. All three laughed and went towards the bed.

I woke up bathed in sweat. Grabbed my pillow and went into the other room.

I think if they do have kids DNA testing would be essential

Peter is being very patient, more patient than most men would be. I'm curious to see what happens next.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
So far, Peter could have got better sex and better attitude and affection from a high priced call girl. I suspect he's not going to realise that anytime soon but we do. So far she's failing the 'why bother' test. Like GH though, I'm also curious to see what happend next. Thanks.

I'm reading along as well, with the same feelings peak and gh expressed. Thx Timmy

Joeviz, GH, Peak and Zinc, thanks for your comments.

Don't you know that love is blind?

I heard the alarm and the shower, so I got up too and went downstairs to make some coffee and get Cindy’s usual breakfast ready.

I was sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee when Cindy came down the stairs fully dressed for work. As soon as she got close I got up to get her coffee. I was pleasantly surprised when I got a brief hug and an actual good morning kiss. That’s when I noticed that she hadn’t put on any lipstick. Did it mean that I would get some more kisses? That she didn't want to mess it up until she was actually ready to leave for work?

There was no mentioning of why I had left our bed during the night.

We chatted a bit of what was ahead for us during the day.

“Cindy, I’m going to the office a bit later. Would you like me to meet you and we can go have lunch together?”

“No Petey, (I got to hate that name) I have a lunch meeting but what if you stay in the office and meet me at six at my office and we can go and have some sushi. It’s been a while since we’ve done that. Kind of missed that.”

Thinking and whose fault is that? I said: “sure Cindy I would love to. Can you be a few minutes late? If yes, I can take a really quick shower and drive you to the office. That way we are only in the city with one car.”

It was kind of a test. If her lunch date was a sex date, she would want her own car, not risking her toy to be spotted by co-workers.

“Wonderful idea Petey, go hurry up.”

A long time ago, back in college I had learned to shave while showering and that is what I did this morning. It wasn’t long and I was dressed and we were on our way.

Cindy put her lipstick on while we were on the freeway.

Barb was already in the office when I got there and she noticed me, giving me a wink. I knew that she knew that I had gotten lucky last night.

Once settled behind my desk I called a florist and asked him to deliver a dozen red roses to Cindy at her office. I was going to give it my all to prove to her that she was the one and if she played her cards right, things could be very good for both of us.

I had renewed energy and got a lot done. Lots of BS stuff that I had been putting off while being in the funk over my marital situation.

A quarter to six I got into my car and drove over to Cindy’s office, parked in the garage attached to the building and went up to her office. Some of the staff was still there. I knew some of them and greeted them. As I headed towards Cindy’s office, I overheard one of them say to a young lady I hadn’t seen before: “That’s Ms Wilmister’s husband, he sent her the flowers today. I wish mine would be so thoughtful once in a while.”

When I walked into Cindy’s office, she was on the phone. She looked up and saw me. I swear there was a hint of blushing.

“Gotta go, my husband just walked into my office. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

One of her playmates? Maybe THE playmate?

Cindy got up from behind her desk and gave me a hug and kiss.

“Thank you babe for the lovely roses. Got everyone talking, wondering what you had done wrong. Little do they know that I should be the one sending you flowers.”

It was the first time Cindy acknowledged that maybe what she was doing was not really the right thing to do.

“Come let’s go and get some good sushi.”

The restaurant was only a block from her office so we walked over.

Dinner was pleasant, it was one of our regular joints and we bantered with the sushi chef.

When he commented that we hadn’t been around for quite some time, I teased him and told him that we had found a better place but decided to come back here just to rub his nose into it.

As reward, we got a serving of fluke fin meat that I know he had planned on having himself.

Things were quiet on the way home. Not sure what Cindy was thinking but I certainly was wondering when she would tell me that she had another date. The end of that conversation and the brief flush of her face when she saw me made it pretty obvious to me that she had not been talking to a business contact.

When we got home, I grabbed a cigar with the idea of smoking it outside on the rear deck.
“Cindy, I’m going to have a cognac with my cigar. Anything that I can fix you?”

“No thanks babe. I’m tired. I’m going upstairs and read for a bit. Don’t be too long or I maybe arelax.”

Was that a promise for some more action?

So forty five minutes later I was upstairs in our bedroom undressing and then went and brushed my teeth and used some mouth wash to remove all residual cigar taste from my mouth. Cindy doesn’t mind the smell of a good cigar but not the taste.

Cindy was wearing a similar negligee to the one from last night and was on top of the covers. Was that an invitation for some play time?

Never know unless you try.

As I walked from the bathroom towards her, she swung her legs around and before I knew what was going on, she had trapped my hard little dick between her feet.

Cindy takes great pride in her feet. They are silky soft and a weekly pedicure is on the schedule.

“Come on stud, fuck my feet. Move your dick and cum all over them.”

Again I was speechless, wondering what was going on in her mind. She was coming up with all sorts of new things. Yesterday the blow job, now this.

“Come on Petey do your thing, you need to cum on my feet if you want to play with my breasts.”

Cindy had opened up some buttons and was teasing and pulling on her nipples as she was taunting me.

Well that did it and after a few moves between her feet I spurted my cum all over them.

“That’s a good little Petey, now lick them clean and then you can slowly move up the legs to my pussy.”

I don’t know what is going on in my body and brain, if her domineering tone and actions triggered something but by the time I had given her the first oral orgasm my dick was hard again.

Cindy pulled my head out of her crotch.

“Scoot up here and get on your back I want to sit on your face. My delicate derriere needs some TLC.”

This was accompanied by a delightful little giggle. Cindy seemed to be happy with me and at the moment I was happy too.

“Oh my, look at that.”

I could hardly hear her with her sitting on my face.

“My Petey has another little stiffy. I better take care of that before he gets some strange ideas of where he should put that little thing.”

I tried to talk but Cindy pushed down harder on my face stifling any attempt to form words.

I felt a few licks, but no suction and then a rather quick and clinical hand job.

At that point I knew that I was done for the night.

Cindy came a few times while sitting on my face. Her last orgasm was quite spectacular but rather painful for me. It started with her playing with my nipples, squeezing and twisting them. Not too hard but certainly noticeable until the orgasm started to wash over her. That’s when the pulling and twisting got vicious. I know that I screamed, or at least tried to into her pussy which triggered a secondary O.

Cindy slumped back and I had a hard time pushing her off enough so that I could catch my breath.

When we both had settled down Cindy turned to me.

“Go wash your face, you’re a mess. It’s time to go to relax.”

I looked at her.

“Why did you hurt me like that?”

“What’s the matter Petey, can’t stand a little nipple twist. I don’t complain when you pinch my nipples or bite them.”

“Yeah right, you just slap my face when it gets too much which is way sooner than what you did to me.”

By that time I had seen my nipples in the mirror and there were angry scratches all around them and there was a dull pain.

“Go wash your face.” Ignoring my question and complaint.

Off I went and cleaned myself up.

When I came back, the mood was changed. There was a big smile on Cindy’s face.

“Come here babe, let me kiss your nips and make them all better.”

Cindy did place a couple of gentle kisses on each of them, then hugged me and we had a nice long kiss.

When we broke apart Cindy looked into my eyes.

“Petey, remember that you are fighting for me. That you want me to stay your loving wife. Remember how you sort of bragged that you always get the job done, getting me off as long as that cute little dick is not involved? Well babe, hurting your nipples, I admit it was pretty intense, maybe even cruel, pushed me over the edge into an orgasm like I’ve never had before, at least not from you. Maybe you better prepare yourself mentally that you will suffer some more physical pain at some time or the other.”

There it was the again, the not so subtle hint that I wasn’t getting the job done satisfying her sexual needs. I don’t know how long I can take this constant needling.

I was pissed and turned away from her: “Whatever”.

Snuggling up to me and pushing her breasts into my back Cindy whispered into my ear. “Come on Petey, don’t be like that.”

I moved away from her. “Cindy, please. You know I hate it when you call me that. Good night.”

“My little man has his nose out of joint.”

Cindy reached over, put her hands on my chest, trying to pull me back against her and accidently or on purpose touched my still sore nipples.

“Ouch” I pushed her hand away and got up from the bed.

“Peter, where are you going. I’m sorry. Come on, get back into bed. I wasn’t happy when I woke up this morning and you were not there.”

What could I do. She said she was sorry, so got back into bed and we spooned. It was only minutes before Cindy was arelax while it took me a while longer but I didn’t have any night mares like the night before.