You may laugh at the notion that Cyn wants to be ‘good’ and just can’t help herself, but it’s true and this is just part of the long story that tries to explain why.
This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they’re real to me and I’ve enjoyed this experience. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to know it, if you don’t; I hope you didn’t read it all. This is an exaggeration of life and emotion, if I hit my mark you will love the people you meet or hate them, I didn’t plan on neutrality.
I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I feel like a character, who was an aspiring author in a recent movie when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people were real, normal and comfortable with their normal lives until things went off track. They’re ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that’s why you’ll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all the story parts.
If you can’t figure out the order, click on the author link and refer to the posting date.
Craig knows – Her viewBy: CraCyn © January, 2004
This chapter steps back to Cyn’s account of what happened that Wednesday when Craig called and she found out he knew.
When that cell phone rang on Wednesday the life I had known and the family I thought I had loved more than anything came to an end.
I’m not going into the full routine again of telling you about my marriage, life and background. If you don’t know me yet, I can’t help you. I don’t know myself and as I started to write about the events of that terrible day, everything that had seemed important was now irrelevant; I was certain everything was lost, I didn’t feel I deserved any better after my impulsive foolishness and surrender to compulsion and obsession. Eighteen years of marriage, the powerful love of a great man, three adoring children all up and gone in the smoke of reckless lust.
As I dressed that day in preparation for work, I was alive with arousal and still sexually reckless, and it was not because my husband stood there watching me dress with a partial erection tenting his trousers. It was in spite of that along with the clear certainty I would soon be fucking someone else, other than him. What had started out as an obsession to be sexually exposed in daring risky situations had become an adulterous obsession to fuck and be royally fucked by other men.
The previous day had been a first. Unbearable desire had built through exposure after exhibitionistic exposure and daring fantasy until I was climbing the walls in need of an adulterous cock in my pussy. I was fucked by two of my work associates in the car on the way to the office, but instead of that quenching my thirst, it simply set off a forest fire that demanded more strange cock as fuel. I don’t pretend that many of you don’t hate and loath me in the face of this confession, I hate and loath myself.
During the work day, in the office, at a public restaurant where several of us went for lunch, and at a steamy strip club near the airport on the way home, I feasted on infidelity. I felt dirty, nasty, foul and delicious all at the same time and expected a lot more on Wednesday. I was turned on when I woke up, and in spite of the fact Craig was my husband I wanted to be fucked by him when he first stirred and looked into my lust filled eyes, but he drove me deeper into need and made crazy with desire by withholding his sexual services.
When it was time for me to leave he held me tight and kissed me with sexual promise and desire. I stroked his cock which was harder now and could barely break away to leave. By the time I got to the open door of the car I was ready for any demands and yet full of terror when Nate told me I had to take my pants and panties off before I was allowed in the car. I pretended protest briefly before I unfastened my slacks and pushed them along with my pantyhose and panties to the ground. God I was standing in the street in front of my house stripping and was in no hurry to finish or end the process.
I allowed myself a long time as I wrestled the clothing over my feet, and when it was free I threw it all into the car and then stepped back into my black high heels. Nate reached out a hand to stroke my needy pussy and I spread my legs obscenely to accommodate him. I wasn’t as naked as I wanted to be so I pulled my jacket off my shoulders, slid it off my arms and threw it in the car as well; then I proceeded to unbutton each button on my sheer blouse, one at a time until I could pull it off to join my other discarded clothing.
I stood there basking in the half light of early morning wearing nothing but a bra and my heels and shivered at the feeling of the cool air against my soft white skin. As Nate continued to finger fuck me to burning desire, I reached behind my back to un-clasp the pretty blue lace bra I had on. Un-done it fell slack in my hands and was easily peeled away to join the rest of my conservative clothes. I didn’t want to get in the car until I had cum with a glorious orgasm so I roughly mauled my tits to add stimulation on top of the pussy petting Nate was so skillfully attending to.
Before I had reached for the strap of my bra, I fixed my eyes on the window of our master bedroom, not more the 40 feet directly in front of me. I imagined Craig looking out at me and my pussy gushed at the thought. I maintained that visual link and the picture it painted on my brain as I raced to orgasm, when the crescendo of lust exploded; I threw my head back and pushed out my tits to be kissed by the morning air. I knew that I needed cock, strange cock, any cock.