Cynthia was sitting at the breakfast table in the window nook of their kitchen when Tom came in wearing a tight-fitting dress shirt that outlined his muscled chest, and snug jeans that accentuated his firm ass and let people know exactly how big he was. She felt a flutter of excitement.

"You look good today," she said and smiled as she sipped from her coffee cup.

"Thank you. You look very hot yourself," Tom said with a wink.

Cynthia was in a simple black dress for work, but it fit snug in the right places. She donned it today because of what happened last time she wore it around Tom. She had spent the day using the dress to her advantage, getting close to Tom, touching an ass cheek to his thigh or a breast to his chest "by accident." Knowing that she was exciting him, and that she was exciting to him, was titillating to her. It was no surprise what happened last time. The memory was one of her favorites. It made her wet to think she was making Tom think about the same thing.

Tom knew this dress well. The last time Cynthia wore it, the way it clung to her ass as she walked, one cheek bouncing up and down and then the other, plus her teasing him all day with her "accidental" brushes up against him, had led to a quickie in an elevator at the mall.

They had been shopping for shoes. They were headed back to the car and got on an elevator. "My God, that dress is hot," Tom said to his wife as the doors closed. He kissed Cynthia hard on the mouth. Sparks of excitement jumped from his lips to hers. She pressed against him, feeling his arousal through his jeans on her belly.

Tom stopped the elevator. He bent Cynthia over. He ran one hand over the firm, taut roundness of Cynthia's ass. Cynthia put her hands on the handrail and looked back at Tom. Tom flipped Cynthia's dress up and over and onto her back. He looked at her supple, round ass and pushed her panties aside. Cynthia's wet, open pussy was throbbing for him. He unzipped and dropped his pants to his knees. He slid his hand along the opening of Cynthia's pussy and then up and down his shaft, spreading her wetness along his length. Then he sank gently but deeply into her.

Cynthia closed her eyes for a moment as Tom opened and filled her. When he was fully inside, she looked back at Tom with a look of primal desire. They both moaned and quivered. Tom thrust deeper and faster. Cynthia pushed back against him, helping each stroke explore further into her.

The thrill of getting caught, of being in a public place, led them both to climax within minutes. Tom felt her wetness build and the walls of Cynthia's tight pussy swell. He heard her panting and her muffled moans. Cynthia was overwhelmed with excitement and pleasure. The assertiveness of Tom, his desire for her, made her feel so wanted, so desired that she felt the orgasm build from deep within, overtaking her with pleasure and deep love for her husband. She twitched and shook as she came. The unexpected rapidity of the orgasm added to her pleasure.

Tom slowed his strokes as Cynthia's pussy clenched the bottom of his shaft, pulling him in close as she came. Her grip on his throbbing cock as she clenched over and over again in orgasmic ecstasy, followed by the open, wet, warm, deeply inviting post-orgasm state of Cynthia's pussy, caused Tom to feel the cum rising from the base of his shaft and then spurt from the swollen tip of his cock deep inside Cynthia. His balls clenched tight against the broad base of his cock as he convulsed and sent thick ropes of cum into his wife's tight, wanting pussy. He was washed with waves of ecstasy and relief.

Cynthia felt Tom's cock contract and the hot gush of cum explode inside her. The feeling caused her to quiver. When she felt him slide out, she flipped her panties back into place quickly before his cum dripped to the floor. She wanted to feel his load fill her panties. It was wet and warm as it dripped out of her. She felt sexy and kinky.

Tom zipped up and kissed his wife. "You are so beautiful and incredibly hot. I am such a lucky man," he said, staring into her hazel eyes.

Cynthia smiled as she started the elevator again. When it stopped on the first floor, there were people waiting. It was exciting for Cynthia to know they could see the flush on her face and smell their sex in the elevator as she and Tom left.

The memory caused Tom to begin to get an erection.

"You're getting hard again." Cynthia smiled, looking down at the firm outline on the front of Tom's jeans.

"I was thinking about the last time I saw you in that dress. I can't help it."

Cynthia got up from the table, put her dishes in the sink and then her hand on Tom's growing cock. "I remember the elevator," she said as she massaged his shaft.

Tom moaned under her touch. He took her left breast in his hand and gently squeezed. Cynthia moaned. She got close to Tom's ear and whispered, "Not now honey, later."

Tom moved in to kiss her. She pulled away.

"I just did my lipstick." She puckered and blew him a kiss. "Keep that energy up, you'll need it tonight." She started to walk away toward the front door. Tom slapped her playfully on her ass. Cynthia squeaked with delight and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Mmm, yes baby more please, but later. I had a good time with you this morning. "

Tom looked at his wife. She was hot and the boldness in her sexuality was giving him sparks throughout his body, waves of pleasure that landed squarely in his cock. He had to go to work as well, couldn't arrive with a hard-on, he thought as Cynthia turned back and quickly gave the outside of his pants another rub. He grew harder.

"I have a surprise for you tonight," she said as she walked out the front door.

Tom watched her walk away, each step making him more excited. "Ok, well damn. That happened," Tom said to himself. Little did Cynthia know, Tom thought, but he had a surprise for her as well.

Cynthia had a hard time concentrating at work. She was a graphic designer for a small advertising company. She was working on a shoe campaign when Nicholas, a fellow graphic designer, walked into her office. Nicholas was beautiful. He had shoulder-length auburn hair, a slightly feminine face and long supple legs. He dressed like he was always on the prowl, tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination and a flowing white shirt unbuttoned just enough to show his shaved, toned chest.

"Hey, Cynthia." He stood in the doorway of her office.

"Hi, Nicholas." Cynthia looked at him. Her look made Nicholas look down, a slight blush rising on his supple cheeks.

"Are we still on for later?" he asked, looking coy.

"Yes, Nicholas, we are. Are you excited?" She looked at his slim, toned body and imagined him naked, shaved and all caramel goodness. She felt a wave of excitement. Her nerves sparked all over, with a deep pleasurable hunger growing deep inside her.

"Mmm," Cynthia moaned. She winked and smiled at Nicholas, whose growing erection was now evident in his skintight jeans.

"Ok then, I will see you at Monroe's at 8." Nicholas lingered in the doorway, looking at the floor, trying to ease the throbbing in his jeans.

"See you then," Cynthia said as Nicholas walked awkwardly back to his office. She went back to work as best she could. This would be a first for her and Tom. They had discussed the idea of adding a third party before but nothing serious. Even though Tom had not come out to her, she knew he was bisexual. She wanted him to feel safe with her, but she had never brought it up.

Several months ago, after Tom got an unexpected call one evening while on his computer, Cynthia was able to see what he was looking at after he walked to the other room. It was porn, not surprising, but it was a threesome of two men and a woman. That was surprising. And exciting. And it was the image Cynthia had in her head this morning while she and Tom fucked themselves silly in the bathroom. So, a few weeks ago she made a date with Nicholas and now, hopefully her fantasy, and Tom's, would come true.

Tom had a humbler job. He was a courier for a florist. He didn't mind that Cynthia made more money than he did and he liked that all the exercise kept him in good shape for her. Also, this job left room both time-wise and intellectually for Tom to pursue his true passion as a writer.

This morning he was delivering flowers to Diane. Diane was a regular customer. Tom had delivered to her many times. Diane always asked for Tom.

Diane was 40 with long, dark-brown hair that flowed in slow waves over her full, firm breasts and down her slender back. Diane was not married and had no children. And she loved fresh flowers. Tom didn't know what Diane did for a living, but she had a nice house on the South End. He pulled into her driveway in the delivery truck, got out and walked the flowers to her door. She opened it before he rang the bell as usual. Tom assumed she watched on her security cameras and knew it was him.

Diane was dressed in tight blue jeans and a white men's dress shirt tied tight just below her breasts. She looked good. Tom liked taking flowers to her house as Diane would flirt with him. It had been innocent so far. But Tom hoped he could change that.

"Hey, sexy." Diane winked at Tom.

"Hey, good looking. Here's your order." Tom handed Diane the flowers, smiling at her.

Diane took the flowers from Tom and set them on a table right inside her front door.

"Want to come in?" Diane looked Tom up and down with a hungry look. She loved how his muscles moved and worked under his tight shirt even when just walking in the door, and the way his jeans cradled his luscious, firm, pert ass perfectly.

"Sure, but just for a moment," Tom said, flushed under Diane's intense gaze.

Diane turned and walked into her foyer. Tom tried to hide his erection caused by Diane's voluptuous ass that was almost as inviting as his wife's.

Diane looked Tom hard in the eyes. "You know I want you."

Tom looked at Diane with eyes that said I want you too. "I know. I have a suggestion. You're bi, right?"

Diane grinned. "Why yes, Tom, I am." She smiled and shifted her legs. She felt a growing excitement warming her from her center out. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's our twentieth anniversary and I wanted to surprise Cynthia with a fantasy she's shared with me." Tom looked nervously at Diane and then to the floor and then back again.

"Me?" Diane said coyly with a rising blush visible on her chest.

"Yes. Well, you and her and me." Tom looked slightly embarrassed.

Diane got close to Tom. She leaned in and kissed him; her tongue parted his lips and slowly explored his minty fresh mouth and tongue.

Tom was so hard it was uncomfortable. He kissed Diane back. He wanted to take her right then, to rip those tight jeans off and plunge into her warm, wet depths. But he knew he had to wait.

"I have to stop for now," Tom said, trying to adjust his pants so he could somehow walk back to his truck.

"Ok, sweetie." Diane leaned in and licked Tom's ear. Tom moaned. "More tonight...with the both of you. I'm so excited I could explode." She put her right hand between her legs and began to rub against her throbbing clit.

"I have to go. Tonight, Monroe's 8pm," Tom said, trying not to look at Diane as he hobbled back to the truck, his swollen cock making him walk with an awkward limp.