Lynn and Cyndi

Joe has always been a wonderful husband, father and provider. He has always been open minded and never judged anyone. We were high school sweethearts and intimate both physically and emotionally. We shared everything with each other, even our hidden taboos and desires. We had both turned 40 and had reached a new stage and both had wanted to try new things, and we openly discussed them. I admitted that I had always fantasized about being with another woman, but she had to take charge. At that time, Joe was getting interested in dominant women. I called him a wanna be Sub and he called me The Dark Confession after a movie that mesmerized me. And we had been with another couple two or three times that we mutually enjoyed.
Joe had cashed in something called stock options and we had decided to use the money to buy a rental property. A coworker of his had told Joe that he had been introduced to some kind or realtor, consultant, foreclosure expert for FT Bank that had gotten him an incredible pre foreclosure house. Joe set up the appointment with her and she mailed us a packet of forms and applications to fill out and return. Once she got them back and reviewed them and our finances, she would schedule a face to face appointment. I had a question about one of the forms and I called her. Her name was Cyndi. She sounded very stuffy and professional.
Joe wound up being called off very unexpectedly to London for some kind of emergency meeting the day before the appointment with Cyndi. He told me to handle it and not cancel the meeting. After all, he added; “Women were far better than men in deciding if something a good deal or not. Just dress for success! If you look like money is no object, it won’t be one.”
I met Cyndi at FT Bank and found her to be an attractive young woman. Her office was very sparse and except for a photograph of her son, there were no other personal touches. We chatted a few minutes and I learned that she was separated and that she was just promoted to VP. She had done her homework and complimented me for once owning a couple of bakery franchises. I had dressed for success and could pass for her coworker and not a customer. Cyndi’s clothes were loose fitting and she seemed to have an elastic waistline on her skirt. But those horrid ballet flats had to go.
As Cyndi was packing up her papers, a mature man walked into the office and introduced himself as Mr Something or Other and handed Cyndi a packet of papers. He said something to Cyndi that I could not understand and told me it was nice to meet me and then he left. Cyndi said “I apologize, Lynn, but he just signed this listing literally two minutes ago and wants me to check it out”. I told her that it was OK. And then she added, “It’s literally around the corner from our first stop, four bedrooms, four bathrooms and a pool, if you don’t mind”
When we got to #### TL Drive, I instantly disliked it. The location was out of the way and the house was completely nondescript. In fact it was shabby to look at. It was on a small rounded corner and was the only house facing that direction. There were very heavy wooden shutters inside the windows. On one side was a six foot high stockade fence belonging to that neighbor. The so-called lawn belonging to #### TL Drive was dead and brown. Across the street was a strip of woods and a high wire fence.
Cyndi said “You look like you’re going to be sick, Lynn”. I laughed and told her that this house did not seem rentable. She told me that it was OK and she would come back later and look around on the inside. I told her, that it was OK, she didn’t have to come back.
When we entered #### TL Drive, the first room was very big, and most likely a formal living room, it was set up with some leather chairs and couches. One wall was around 15 feet long and was set up as wet bar. You could look out onto the pool area that was loaded with empty bottles and cigar butts, but at least was surrounded by privacy fencing. There was a closed double door on the right hand side. On the left hand side, the room was enclosed with d****ries and had a massage table. We went from the first room into the kitchen that had literally dozens of crates of liquor and even a beer tap. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured two full glasses. From the kitchen we went into the family or game room. It had a fireplace and sliding doors onto the lanai and pool. There were two poles and lots of mirrors. The artwork was very erotic and stimulating. I refilled the wine glasses. We looked at each other and giggled like school girls.
The first of the three bedrooms was easily the biggest. It had ceiling mirrors, a bed, a chair, a small table and huge TV set. There were shackles at the head and foot of the bed. The closet doors were open and revealed a variety of lingerie and shoes and lots of products sold in adult shops. We felt the fabric of the lingerie and inspected the toys. I refilled the wine glasses. There was a remote control on the table and I used my car key to press the play button. On the screen were two vintage porn stars Sharon Mitchell and Nina Hartley enjoying each other. We were both embarrassed, but I was also very titillated. I refilled the wine glasses. Cyndi had seen enough and said “Let’s go.” I heard someone with a voice like mine saying “No, we have more rooms to see.”
We were back in the room with the poles and while Nina and Sharon frolicked on the TV, which they were doing on every TV in every room, we began silently inspecting the erotic artwork on the walls. After all, what were we going to say? “Does this make you hot?” We were, for all intents and purposes, strangers. The moans and dialogue from the TV were somehow stimulating, although I tried not to watch. I refilled the wine glasses. And got another bottle.
The second bedroom we went to was completely mirrored, walls and ceiling, and had the same bare furnishings as the first room. Sharon and Nina were still exploring each other on the TV. It was odd seeing them and Cyndi and myself from so many different angles. The closet was also full of lingerie and also thigh high boots as well as a policeman and a convict costume. Cyndi commented, “Cops and Robbers?” and then we chatted about some of the other outfits. I refilled the wine glasses.
The third bedroom was set up exactly like an office. It had a computer on the desk and an office chair, a couch, and a coffee table. Sharon and Nina still were not finished. I don’t really remember the items in this closet except for a fishnet bodysuit with just a neckline and no other openings. Cyndi commented “Not very functional” and sipped her wine. I said “Was that Functional or Fucktual?” She laughed and said “Both.” I refilled the wine glasses.
Now we were off to the master bedroom suite that we had walked passed on the way in. Before Cyndi opened the door I asked her if she wanted to guess what was in those rooms. She actually blushed and I told her that she was adorable. She blushed more and drained her wine glass. We walked into the master bedroom with a sitting room overlooking the lanai on the left and a full bath with hot tub on the right. There were two large closets between the bedroom and hot tub.
All of the walls and ceilings were mirrored and video cameras were set up. The only other furniture was a dresser behind the camera. In what should have been the sitting room, there was a fetish sex swing and the toys that went with it. When we realized what it was, we both drained our wine glasses. I heard Cyndi say, “This camera is connected to the TV” and turn around and walk into the bedroom. “So is this one” she said.
By now, the wine and the house and Sharon and Nina had gotten me very stimulated. I rewound the cassette and Cyndi asked me what I was doing. I told her that we might as well as get the full tour. She said, “Oh my god, I’ll get fired”, I told her that I would not tell if she didn’t and I refilled her glass. She gulped down the wine. After the cassette rewound, I figured out how to play the tape. I was standing at the foot of the bed and for some reason watching the TV through the mirror. Cyndi was leaning against the dresser.
The tape started with a 20-ish man and a woman together on the bed she was taking his clothes off. She was wearing a fishnet bodysuit with strategic openings and slutty red platform heels. In the background you could hear moans and groans from the sex swing. The man’s dick was huge. I mean it had to be ten or twelve inches. The tape zoomed in and as she was stroking his dick, I could see her wedding ring and diamond. Was she his wife or his ho? Then the moaning stopped and another woman, this one a much older platinum blonde, joined in the cock sucking. The women were kissing and fingering each other while they worked on that huge dick.
Wifey laid on her back and blondie got in the 69 position and started to service wifey. Then the guy started to fuck blondie while wifey licked. He was too much for blondie and you could tell that she was being destroyed by her body movements and sounds. I looked through the mirror and was surprised to see that Cyndi had her hands down her skirt and was rubbing herself. She did not realize that I could see her through the mirror. I backed up and stood next to Cyndi. If I wasn’t getting off, neither was she.
On screen, the young couple took mercy on blondie and let her roll away and wifey took her place. The respite wasn’t too long before a guy with a smaller dick shoved it in blondie’s face. She eagerly accepted it. While big dick was pounding wifey and blondie was sucking dick, wifey was actually rubbing blondie’s clit. Then abruptly the tape stopped.
I was so aroused that I grabbed Cyndi by her hair and bent her head back to kiss her. I pushed my hand down her skirt and she put up a very weak struggle before she had a very intense orgasm and started squirting. She was humping up against me and taking her clothes off and mine. When Cyndi pushed me onto the bed, all I had on was my bra, but it was under my breasts. That was the first time I had a facesitting adventure with a woman. Cyndi admitted that she loved facesitting since her coed days and I was perfectly submissive. She squeezed my breasts hard enough to remind me who was in control, and stroked them softly enough so I would enjoy it.
Cyndi would use her fingertips to edge my clit and make me thrust at her. For her third and final orgasm, she rubbed her clit and made me tongue her ass. She squirted again, all over my face and breasts. I was laying there totally turned on and begging for release. Cyndi spread my legs and kneeled between them. She said “Get yourself off. Go ahead, finger that twat for me” But each time I got a rhythm going and got to the brink, Cyndi would yank my hand away and watch me hump the air.
Then Cyndi switched positions and started patting my crotch, just perfectly to allow a hint of finger penetration and full lip coverage. She started slow and as she built up speed, I started to actually tremble until she shook my world with an amazing orgasm.
I saw Cyndi two more times at her place before she moved out of states. Want to know what happened?
发布者 mellowjoe
7 年 前
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masterredbarron
masterredbarron 7 年 前
good stuff keep it up XX
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bndtrider01
bndtrider01 7 年 前
Hell yes, I am in mid stroke.....help me out!
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