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 The Homecoming By Alden Bradley

   When his airplane finally touched down in Kansas City, Charles Trumball
gave a sigh of relief.  It had only been a day-and-a-half conference, but
he didn't like sleeping in any bed but his own.  The two nights in the
hotel had seemed like a week.  He was glad to be home and looking forward
to his wife meeting him at the arrival gate.

   He was surprised to find that Cynthia was not alone in the waiting area.
He liked Ned Armbruster all right.  Charlie considered him a good neighbor.
They lived across back yards from each other.  Charlie had created a gate
between the two houses so they didn't have to circle the block to visit.

   Nora Armbruster, Ned's wife, Charlie admitted, was a good-looking babe.
While she wasn't a dark-haired beauty like his own Cynthia, Charlie thought
she was really attractive in a blonde, busty kind of way.

   Nora latched onto Charlie's left arm as soon as he cleared the low
fencing of the arrival gate, and held onto him even as he kissed Cynthia.
He noticed Cyn's eyes had a brilliant sparkle to them, and her smile was
wide and welcoming.  Her kiss had a startling taste.

   "Welcome home, world traveler," Ned bellowed, clapping him on the
shoulder and extending his right hand for a shake.  Charlie took it, and
felt the warm, strong grip of his neighbor's hand.

   "Hardly that," Charlie grinned.  "What's the occasion for this grand
reception?  And, what," he turned to his wife, "have you been drinking?"

   "Margaritas," Cynthia giggled, her long, slender fingers covering her
mouth.  "Ned made them for us."

   Cynthia had always been rather conservative.  She had a good figure, but
was reticent to expose it.  Charlie had encouraged her to wear clothes that
displayed her curves and excellent legs, but generally to no avail.  His
Cynthia, he had to admit, was a bit prudish.  He loved her desperately and
was proud of her good looks and pleasant personality.  He just wished she'd
be a little more daring.  More like Nora, he nodded to himself.

   "We're just glad your home," Nora cooed in his ear, squeezing his arm
tightly.

   "There's one in the fridge at home with your name on it, buddy," Ned
grinned.  "I'll bet you're ready for it."

   Charlie was confused.  The Armbrusters were known for the hospitality.
Ned usually succeeded in assuming the roles of chief cook and bartender at
all social functions in the neighborhood.  He couldn't understand why the
largess had fallen to him and Cynthia.

   "So, how was your conference?" Nora asked when they were settled in
Ned's Mark IV.  She'd slid into the spacious rear seat with him, while
Cynthia had climbed into the passenger seat next to Ned.

   "It sucked," Charlie said, honestly.  "Everybody thinks he's got the
secret to making sales, you know?  Hell, I know the secret.  Persistence."

   "There it is," Ned agreed.  "You just got to keep after them until you
make the sale.  Isn't that right, Cynthia?  You just keep plugging away
until you break down all the resistance."

   "You are so right, Ned," Cynthia nodded.

   "Say," Charlie way increasingly suspicious.  "What's going on here?"

   "We just came to take you home," Nora said, her hand roaming across his
chest while she kept his arm in a vice-like grip.

   "We'll tell you all about it when we get you home," Ned suggested.

   "Cynthia?" Charlie queried his wife.

   She turned in the seat to face him, winked at him and smiled hugely. 
"When we get home, Charlie.  Like Ned said."

   "Okay," Charlie decided.  "I'll play along."

   "That's a good boy," Nora whispered, her tongue flicking out to tease
his earlobe.

   When they arrived at the house, Ned wouldn't let Charlie carry his
single bag into the structure.  Nora led Charlie inside and virtually
dragged him into the kitchen.  She pulled him onto one of the stools, then
poured him a drink from the pitcher retrieved from the refrigerator.

   She squeezed a drop of lemon, then sprinkled salt on the back of her
hand, then held it out to Charlie.  "Here," she said.

   Charlie tentatively liked at the mixture.

   "Not like that," she protested.  "Like this!" She put her hand to her
luscious lips and sucked the potion from the back of her hand.

   "Try it again," she ordered, repeating the process of squeezing the
lemon and sprinkling the salt.

   Charlie attached his lips to her hand, sucked and licked it, then took a
swig from the frosted glass.

   "That's better," Nora told him.  "Let me know when you want another."

   Cynthia and Ned returned to the kitchen and pulled up stools.  Ned
poured a round from the pitcher for all assembled, then plopped down next
to his wife.

   "So," Charlie asked when they were all settled, "who's going to tell me
what's going on?"

   Cynthia looked at Ned.  Ned looked at Nora.

   "The truth is," Nora started out, "we've been naughty."

   "Naughty?" Charlie asked.  "What do you mean, naughty?"

   "Don't get pissed off, Charlie," Cynthia said.  "Please don't get pissed
off."

   "You see," Ned continued, "when Nora and I found out you were out of
town we invited Cynthia over for some barbecued chicken and drinks.  Not
last night, the night before."

   "Yeah?" Charlie said.

   Nora doused her hand with the lemon-salt mixture again, and held it up
to Charlie's lips.  He sucked it off her and took another healthy swig of
his drink.

   "We were just talking, you know," Cynthia said.  "And, then it turned,
you know, to, like, sex?"

   "Did it?" Charlie said.

   "And I asked Cynthia if she'd ever made it with a woman," Nora
confessed.

   "We were really drinking a lot," Cynthia interjected.

   "Uh-huh?" Charlie urged them on.

   "And, so," Nora continued, "we started, you know, kissing and stuff?"

   "You and Cynthia?" Charlie sounded astounded.  His proper wife had never
mentioned the tiniest inclination toward this kind of activity.

   "It was really hot," Ned threw in.

   "So then, what?" Charlie's voice was strained.

   "Well, when I got my knickers off," Nora said, "and when Cyn saw I was
shaved, she got really excited."

   "You did?" Charlie directed at his wife.

   "It was so, I don't know, pretty, you know?  It was clean and, I don't
know, just pretty," Cynthia told him.

   "So she asked us to do her that way, too," Nora said.

   "So we did," Ned interjected.

   Charlie was stunned.  "You shaved my wife's pussy?"

   The other three just nodded.

   "Then what?" Charlie demanded.

   "Then we took turns licking it," Nora said.

   "You took turns?" Charlie was incredulous.

   "Well," Nora said, "I started out.  And, then, while I was licking
Cynthia, Ned started to lick me, and, well, things just kind of
snowballed."

   "They snowballed, huh?" Charlie asked, on the verge of rage.

   "Yeah, see, Ned's licking me got me so hot I had to have cock.  I mean,
that's just how I get, you know?" Nora told him.  "So, we ended up with me
sitting on Ned's cock and Cynthia was sitting on his face, and we were
like, kissing each other and feeling each other's tits.  And then, we just
switched, like.  And, that's why we came to meet you at the airport."

   In his mind, Charlie knew what had happened, but something in him
demanded it be verbalized.

   "What do you me, you switched, like?" he asked.

   "We switched.  Cynthia was riding Ned's cock while I was on his face,"
Nora explained.

   "You fucked my wife?" Charlie asked Ned in a near scream.

   "Well, technically, I guess you could say she fucked me." Ned sounded so
reasonable.

   "We found your stash," Nora said, "so don't go getting all
self-righteous."

   "What stash?" Charlie asked, now more stunned than angry.

   "You magazine stash," Nora said, quietly.  "You know the ones.  All
those letters circled, about wives with other men and women?"

   Charlie was suddenly subdued.  "Oh," he said.  "When?  How?"

   "It was afterwards," Nora explained.  "Cyn was feeling a little guilty.
We were trying to cheer her up, you know.  Suddenly her face got brighter
and she showed us your collection."

   "You showed them?" Charlie asked his wife.  "How did you find them?"

   Cynthia nodded, then said, "I've known about them for a long time,
Charlie.  I was cleaning one day and found them stuffed up in the corner of
the closet.  I read one or two, then noticed the letters you'd marked. 
After that, I just read the ones you'd circled."

   "And?" Charlie urged her to continue.

   "And, nothing," Cynthia told him.  "I just put them away.  I didn't
remember them until afterwards."

   Charlie just shook his head.

   "So," Nora said, softly.  "Are you going to act all indignant or are we
going to have some fun?"

   "What do you mean?" Charlie asked her.

   "Fair's fair, Charlie," Nora said.  "Don't you want to see your wife's
nice shaved pussy?  And mine?"

   "All those letters," Ned reminded, "talked about watching wives or
girlfriends with other guys.  We're just making your fantasy come true."

   Charlie was speechless.  He looked from Nora to Ned, and then to
Cynthia.

   Nora caressed the back of his head, her fingers trailing down his neck.
"I've been waiting for two nights for you to come home," she said, slipping
her hand inside Charlie's shirt.  "Now you're here.  Don't you want to
play?"

   Charlie took a swig from his drink.  He winced at the sour taste. 
"Well, since it seems you all have started without me, I guess I've some
catching up to do."

   "Good man!" Ned said.  "Good man."

   "Come on, everybody," Cynthia piped in.  "Let's move to the den where it
will be more comfortable."

   The four took their glasses and the pitcher and shifted into the den. 
Nora nearly dragged Charlie to the sofa.  She pushed him down, straddling
his lap and put her lips down to his.  Her tongue lashed out at him,
licking his lips.  Charlie opened his mouth and allowed his neighbor to
kiss him with heat and passion.

   Cynthia and Ned settled on an easy chair across the room.  Cynthia sat
on Ned's lap, her back to him, facing her husband and neighbor on the sofa.
She watched as Nora leaned back and slipped her top over her head.  Nora
wore a dark colored bra that she quickly unsnapped, slid off her arms and
tossed aside, revealing her massive breasts to Cynthia's husband.  Nora
pushed them together, then arched her back, holding them toward Charlie's
lips.

   "Go ahead, Charlie," Nora murmured.  "They're all yours.  Suck them. 
Touch them.  Make them yours."

   Charlie hesitated not an instant.  He pressed his lips to the ripe,
stiffening tissue and sucked the nipple between his teeth.  He slapped his
tongue across it, making Nora moan.

   Cynthia felt Ned slide his hands around her waist, then probe up under
her own top, cupping her naked breasts with his hands.  His fingers found
the roughening skin of her areolas, tweaking them gently and causing
Cynthia to shiver and squirm on his lap.  She pulled at the bottom hem of
her top and lifted the cloth over her head.

   Nora clawed at Charlie's head as he suckled on her nipples.  She
groaned, lifted herself up, then sat back down on his lap.  Her back arched
as she threw her head back.  Her breath was coming in ever more ragged
gasps.

   "Oh, god, Charlie," she moaned.  "I love the way you do that."

   Charlie was in ecstasy.  He'd dreamed of Nora's full tits being within
his grasp, but never conceived of it as a real possibility.  He determined
to make the most of it.  He inhaled her fragrance as his mouth, teeth and
tongue manipulated first one distended nipple, then switched to the other.
His trousers showed the definite bulge of his arousal, his cock pressing
upward against Nora's bright yellow shorts.

   "Is that what I think it is?" Nora whispered to him.  Her hand dropped
to the bulge and she caressed its length.  "Oh, my, Charlie!" she said. 
"So, you are glad to see me."

   Charlie could only murmur his agreement, his mouth full of her fleshy
tits, while her hands slid up and down the length of his growing member.

   Nora tugged at his zipper, then his belt, finally unlatching his
trousers.  She dug her hands into his fly and freed his throbbing member,
which jumped at the first contact with the warm flesh of her hand.

   "Oh, Charlie," Nora moaned.  "This is lovely.  Can I have it?"

   Charlie released his lip-lock from her breasts to gasp, "All you want."

   Nora slid off his lap to the floor, never releasing her grasp on his
cock.  She pulled it directly into her line of vision and cooed.  "This
looks yummy." Without another word, she started licking the head of it as
if it were an ice cream cone.  Her tongue laved around it, then she slid it
between her lips, tasting the salty drops of his pre-cum.  Charlie felt her
lips suction on the head as she kissed it, her tongue playing along the
slit at the very tip.  He raised his hips off the sofa in exquisite
arousal, and Nora sucked half its length between her luscious lips.  She
held it there, giving pulsing suction and a marvelous tongue-massage to the
underside.

   Cynthia had stood at the easy chair and turned to Ned, hauling him up
from the seat.

   "Take your clothes off," she ordered.  "You're no damned good to me with
all those clothes on."

   Ned took not a minute to strip off his shirt, shorts and briefs.  He
stepped out of his deck shoes and stood before Cynthia with his semi-erect
cock bobbing gently.

   Cynthia slid her shorts down her tanned thighs, revealing she had worn
neither bra nor panties on their excursion to the airport.  She'd never
done that before, she thought, which just solidified in her own mind what a
slut she'd become.

   She dropped to her knees in front of the standing Ned, taking his
half-hard cock in her hands.  She licked at it a couple of times, then
stuffed it into her mouth.  She sucked the head with intensity, trying to
get it to harden up.  From the way Ned lay his hand on the back of her head
and thrust his hips toward her, she knew it wouldn't take long.

   While she sucked on Ned's member, she slid one hand down her belly to
feel her freshly shaved snatch.  It felt so clean and smooth.  She wondered
why she'd never done this before.  Her fingers probed in between the
dampening folds until she found the tiny bud of her clit.  She swished her
finger around if four or five times, then plunged it into her hole.  Her
other hand held Ned's cock, which was definitely firming within her grasp
and inside her mouth.  After swiping around her clit a couple of more
times, Cynthia released herself, then took hold of Ned's hanging scrotom,
stroking and scraping at the skin with her short nails.  Ned pushed his
hips forward as Cynthia's hand brushed the underside of his balls.

   On the sofa, Nora had finally stripped Charlie of his clothing, and had
discarded her own shorts and dark bikini panties.  Charlie gasped at the
vision of Nora's cleanly shaved pussy.  His mouth literally began to water.

   "You like that, Charlie?" Nora cooed, looking down at her own bald
snatch.

   Charlie nodded, saying, "Um-hmm."

   "You want to touch it?" she teased, holding out her hand for him.  He
put his hand in hers and she slid it slowly down her abdomen, pressing
harder as it neared the mound of her mons.

   "Oooo, yeah, Charlie," she murmured seductively.  "Feels good, doesn't
it?  All nice and smooth, and, oooo!" she said.  "Wait til you feel this!"
She shoved their joined hands between her legs.  Dampness oozed from her
slit.  "Feel that?" she asked.

   "Yeah," Charlie answered.

   "Feel how wet I am?" Nora teased him.

   "Uh-huh," Charlie replied.

   Nora leaned forward and held Charlie's head tightly.  She kissed him
passionately and strongly, holding him in nearly a vice-like grip.  Then
she slid her lips beside his ear and whispered, "I want you to lick me down
there, Charlie.  Will you do it?" Then she released him.

   What Nora saw in Charlie's eyes left no doubt.  He was hers.  His eyes
were sparkling with passion, but there seemed some disconnect going on. 
Nora knew what that was.  That was when the emotions have overwhelmed the
senses and anything goes.

   Charlie lay on the floor face up and Nora straddled his head.  She
lowered her bald sex pot toward his lips.  Charlie reached upward with his
tongue to make first contact.  Nora jumped when Charlie's tongue touched
her, then settled back down as he began to lick it's length with a regular,
soft motion.

   Nora leaned forward and planted her hands on the carpet, rotating,
raising and lowering her hips, and almost making Charlie chase down her
slick pussy.  Charlie reveled in the sensation of his neighbors bald
snatch. He tongued it, licked it, sucked in the lips and the clit, teased
them with his tongue until he had Nora shouting.

   "Oh, goddamit!" she bellowed.  "I'm cumming, goddamit, I'm cumming!"

   So, Charlie, ever the gentleman, stuck his tongue up inside Nora as far
as it would go.  He was rewarded by a clenching motion against his tongue
which repeated for a few seconds, and then a noticeable increase in the
fluids emanating from the blonde's pussy.  All the while, his neighbor was
cussing a blue streak, as if the experience was unpleasant.

   Charlie was completely unprepared for what happened next.  As he
returned to his ministrations of Nora, he felt something warm envelope is
own rock-hard cock.  He gasped, not knowing if it was Nora's mouth (not
likely, she was facing the wrong way), Cynthia's mouth (surely she was too
busy with Ned), or Ned's mouth (now that would present an interesting
dilemma).

   It turned out that Nora's commotion had attracted the attention of Ned
and Cynthia.  Cynthia, unable to resist the sight of her husband's cock
waving unattended in the air while he ate out his neighbor, squatted
astride it and had lowered herself down on top of him.  His cock slid
easily into her moist tunnel, and Cynthia moaned with exhilaration as it
touched her deepest recesses.  She leaned forward, planting her knees on
either side of her husband's hips and grabbing Nora's shoulders for
support.

   Nora, busy humping Charlie's face, started at the new contact.  She
twisted her head around to see Cynthia, eyes closed, mouth half-open,
astride the same man who was eating her pussy with such relish.  She smiled
knowingly, then lifted off Charlie, spinning herself around to face
Cynthia, then dropping her cunt back down on Charlie's mouth.  She cupped
her hands on Cynthia's face and pulled her forward, capturing her in a
passionate kiss.  The two women slid their tongues slickly against each
other, pumping their hips in unison on the man below them.

   Feeling somewhat left out, Ned approached the threesome on the floor. 
He stood at the side and caressed the heads of the two women while they
kissed.  Nora was first to notice her husband standing next to them.  She
broke her kiss with Cynthia and took Ned's cock in her hand.  She stroked
it lovingly a few times, then leaned toward it, kissing its tip and licking
up the drop of pre-cum that had formed there.  She pointed the stiff flesh
toward Cynthia, who smiled briefly, then engulfed Ned's cock between her
luscious lips.

   Charlie's tonguing was beginning to distract Nora.  Her mind swam as
Charlie delved into her hole, then swirled his tongue around her throbbing
clit.  She humped his face hard as the orgasm approached.  At the same
time, she pumped her husband's cock in Cynthia's waiting mouth.  As the
wave rose, Nora leaned forward and kissed Cynthia's cheek.  Cynthia backed
away and Nora trailed her lips toward Ned's cock.  The two woman licked and
kissed the length of Ned's swollen member, their lips and tongues clashing
against each other.

   Nora groaned loudly, sucking hard on the side of Ned's cock as the
orgasm washed over her.  She gripped the back of Cynthia's neck and pulled
her hard toward her moist mouth.  The pressure pushed the head of Ned's
cock into Nora's hot mouth as she came on Charlie's tongue.

   She pulled back sharply and gasped for air.  "Oh, God!" she screamed. 
"I need to fuck!"

   "Here," Cynthia offered, "he's ready." She climbed off her husband and
left his cock swaying in the air.

   Nora clambered across Charlie, spinning herself around and kneeling
astride his hips.  She leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips
and face.  Then, she slid her hips downward until Charlie's hard cock slid
easily into her cunt.

   Cynthia moved toward Charlie's head.  She knelt beside him, her head
next to his and whispered, "Do you like that, honey?  Do you like fucking
Nora?"

   Charlie's glazed eyes fell on her.  He smiled in scant recognition.

   Cynthia was on her knees, her ass in the air, presented.  Ned could not
restrain himself.  He knelt behind her and easily slid his hot dick into
her quivering cunt.  Immediately, he began pounding away at his neighbor's
wife, holding her hips, pulling her onto his cock.

   Cynthia kissed her husband's mouth.  The impact of Ned's thrusting
translating through her body to her husband.

   "It's okay, Charlie," she whispered, her words given uneven emphasis
with the thrusting.  "I want you to like it," she said.  "Ned's fucking me.
Can you feel it?"

   Charlie nodded.

   "It's okay, isn't it?" Cynthia whispered.

   Charlie reached up for his wife's face and cupped it gently in his
hands. They gently followed the pattern of Ned's thrusts into her.

   "I've never seen you look so beautiful, Cyn," Charlie said.  "You're
absolutely beautiful when you're being fucked."

   "I'm cumming, Charlie," Cynthia groaned.  "I want your lips on mine when
I cum.  Kiss me, Charlie.  Kiss me hard."

   Charlie kissed her.  Cynthia grabbed his head and squeezed it with
incredible power.  She moaned into his mouth, her tongue driving between
his lips, swelling and pulsing.  Her moan became a squeal, and then a cry.
Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto Charlie's cheeks.  She
released her lip-lock on him and gasped for air, her voice sobbing as the
orgasm subsided.

   "Oh, Charlie!" she cried.  "That was the most wonderful ever!" The tears
continued to stream down her faces as Ned pumped his cock inside her.

   Charlie turned his attention to Nora, who was thrusting herself forward
and back on Charlie's rock-like member.  Nora's eyes were half closed in
concentration.  Her hands pressed down on Charlie's rib cage, her mouth
open and gasping for breath.

   "Oh, shit!" Nora screamed.  "Oh, goddam, I'm cumming!"

   Charlie reached up and grabbed her marvelous globes, his thumbs sliding
gently but firmly across the distended flesh of her nipples.

   "Come on," he urged, thrusting his hips upward to meet hers.  "Come on
me."

   Charlie's own release was building.  He felt the familiar ache along his
spine.  He clenched his ass cheeks together and plunged himself into Nora's
throbbing recess.

   Nora gave a huge grunt, then stopped her hip rotation for a moment. 
Suddenly, with new vigor, she chucked her hips forward and back in violent
reaction to her orgasm.  Her open mouth emitted a series of strangled
grunts.  Her cunt muscles clamped and released on Charlie's throbbing,
swelling cock.

   Charlie's thigh muscles contracted as the sensation of Nora's clamping
cunt shoved him over the edge.  He bellowed, thrust himself up against
Nora's spasms and pumped spurt after spurt into he waiting cunt.

   Nora fell forward and wrapped her hands around Charlie's head.  Their
hot, gasping breath intermingled as Nora placed kiss after kiss on
Charlie's lips, cheeks, forehead, eyes, then lips again.  As their
breathing settled gradually into a more regular pattern, Nora's kisses,
especially on Charlie's lips, became longer, more gentle, and, to Charlie's
mind, more seductive.

   "We're going to do this again, aren't we?" Charlie asked.

   "Mmm-hmmmm!" Nora emphasized the second portion of her response in
unqualified confirmation.  "Lots," she said, planting a long and sensuous
kiss on his lips, her tongue playing along the outline of his mouth.

   The noise of Ned's balls slapping into Cynthia's ass snapped Charlie's
attention away from Nora.  He turned his head to see Cynthia, her elbows
planted on the carpet, her ass in the air, and Ned on his knees, appearing
to tower over her.

   Charlie watched his wife's body quiver with each of Ned's thrusts. 
Cynthia's cries sounded like she was in pain, but Charlie knew, they were
her whimpers of passion and pleasure.  Ned's insistent, rhythmic contact
sent ripples through the flesh of Cynthia's ass.  Charlie became fixated on
watching those ripples spread across her ass and disappear into her back.

   Ned increased his speed and Cynthia groaned.

   "Are you ready?" Ned growled to her.

   "Oh, yes," she whimpered.  "Please!"

   Ned slammed against her, his cock plunging into her depths.  Charlie
watch, transfixed as his wife wagged her head from side to side, moaning
and weeping.

   "Oh, please fuck me!" Cynthia wailed.  "Fuck me!  Come in me!  Oh, fuck
me, please!"

   Charlie was astounded.  Cynthia had wept in their love-making sessions,
but she'd never vocalized before, never said the words he heard from her
just now.  Of course, he reasoned, they'd never fucked like that either,
with her kneeling and him behind.  It had always been missionary style or
with her astride him.  Perhaps it was the position, he thought, the pure
animal nature of the way she was being taken.

   Charlie watched and listened, noting to himself again how absolutely
beautiful his wife looked in the throes of her passion.  His heart
overflowed with love for her.

   Ned suddenly cut his thrusts to half the speed but twice the intensity
as he bellowed a gigantic howl.  Cynthia's head dropped between her
shoulders.  Charlie saw her ass muscles tighten, then release, as his
neighbors hot come splashed inside his wife.  Cynthia wailed, then wept,
sobbing as the crest of her orgasm swept through her body.

   Charlie reached toward her, cupping her chin in his hand and lifting her
face.  He saw tears streaming from her eyes, eyes which focused on him, and
a look of gratitude spread over her countenance.

   "I love you, baby," Charlie whispered.  "I love you so very much."

   Through her tears and sobs, Cynthia managed to blurt out, "Oh, Charlie,
baby.  I love you, too."

   Two hours later, after Ned and Nora had dressed and left, Cynthia and
Charlie lay together in their bed, intimately touching and kissing each
other, Cynthia asked her husband, "Are you mad, Charlie?"

   "Mad?" he was surprised at the question.

   "Mad because I started without you, you know, before you got home?" she
asked.

   Charlie smiled at her.  "I promise I'll never keep score, Cyn," he said.
"I'm not mad.  I'm so glad I got to see you.  You looked so astonishingly
beautiful."

   "Do you think we'll do it again?" Cynthia asked.

   "Ned and Nora seem to think so," he responded.  "I guess we could if you
wanted."

   Cynthia snuggled against him.  "It is fun, isn't it?"

   "It's fun for me to watch you, that's for sure," he told her.

   "I used to be so prim and proper," Cynthia admitted.

   "I know," Charlie agreed.

   "Now, I feel so, I don't know how to explain it," she told him.  "Now
that it's okay, I just want to do it all the time."

   "I think that's healthy," Charlie said.

   "Do you?"

   "Sure," he affirmed.

   "You know what really turned me on, Charlie?" Cynthia asked.

   "What?"

   "Knowing that you were watching.  That made me so hot," Cynthia told
him. "Knowing that you were watching and were okay with it; that you wanted
to see me that way.  It was like all the inhibitions just disappeared and I
could be as hot and nasty and sexual as I always wanted to be.  It's like I
wasn't afraid anymore."

   "I loved it, Cyn.  I really did.  You were fantastic."

   "So, you like your new wife, then?  You like the way I've become?"

   "I loved you when you were the old you, Cyn," Charlie confessed.  "I
loved you when I went away.  But, I'm completely blown away by the way
you've become."

   Cynthia rose up on an elbow and pushed at Charlie's shoulder.  She
rolled him on his back and climbed astride him.

   "I'm not the old Cynthia anymore, Charlie.  I'm a hot bitch and I love
to fuck," she told him.

   "I'm totally in love with the new Cynthia," Charlie admitted to her.  "I
love the new wife I've come home to."

   Cynthia scooted herself down and positioned Charlie's cock at the
entrance to her love hole.  She lowered herself on his rod until it was
buried deep inside her.  Then she sat, clenching and releasing her muscles,
milking his cock inside her.

   "Welcome home, Charlie," she whispered.



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