The Beginning (of the end)...
Cyndi first mentioned doing the web series ten weeks earlier. Fall had quickly turned into winter, work slowed down, and like we did every year, Cyndi and I debated how to spend the long, cold months ahead of us. She had always voted to travel somewhere warmer, but that never happened. My hopes were that we could finally settle down and make the baby we had wanted for so long. This year, however, Cyndi was unusually quiet, which piqued my interest.
As we usually did after I finished work for the day, sex came before anything else. I should have known she was up to something when I entered the house, and she was sitting on a towel on the dining table, with her wet pussy staring at me. I was a typical man, and when offered sex, I was all in. Cyndi's need for an orgasm outweighed everything. I seated myself at the table, drew her pussy to my mouth, and complied with my husbandly duties to keep my wife satisfied.
"Oh yeah..." she moaned. "I want you to pretend my clit is the man's cock you want to suck so badly. Make me cum, and I'll fill your mouth with my heavenly juices. Then, I want you to take me in the bedroom and fuck me in the ass like you want to be fucked."
Cyndi and I had been married for more than ten years, but even before we married, she knew about my interest and fully supported me. The desire was something I had lived with and came from deep within me. I wasn't sure if it was a passing phase, if I was bi-sexual, or if there was a third option I hadn't considered. I just knew that at some point in my life, I wanted the opportunity to explore. Cyndi and I agreed before we got married never to deny ourselves anything, especially if it would make us happy.
Along those lines, Cyndi made her explorations before we tied the knot. Not only did she sleep with men, but at one time, she had a female lover and partook in group sex situations. For Cyndi, sex was a driving factor and outweighed almost everything else in life.
When we married, we kept the door open to having multiple-person sex, whether it was male or female. It also went without saying that Cyndi would be calling the shots, which, in my opinion, was the best part. I loved my petite, domineering wife telling me what she wanted me to do.
Although I had never been with anyone but Cyndi, we watched enough porn for me to know that Cyndi's physiology was different from other women. Not only was her clit bigger and more pronounced, but when she was sexually aroused, her clit swelled to the size of a miniature penis and looked like one too. There were even times I sucked her just the right way she ejaculated, what she called squirting. This was my favorite thing, hearing her howling her pleasure while she squirted her hot juices in my mouth.
That afternoon, we started in the dining room, and several hours and orgasms later, we finished up in the bedroom. Cyndi was lying on top of me, sated for the moment, running her fingers through the hair on my chest and pinching my overly sensitive nipples. This was her way of letting me know we weren't done.
"I think I found a way we can make some extra money this winter." Her voice was low and seductive, and it finally dawned on me that whatever she had in mind, she was using sex to convince me to go along with her. I wanted to chuckle at her now transparent approach but held myself in check until I heard her out. I'm not saying that she was the brains of the operation. We made a point of taking an equal approach to major decisions. The caveat to that was when Cyndi wanted something; she knew the way to get it was going through my cock.
The funniest part of the conversation was that money wasn't an issue. We did very well. We showed a solid yearly profit between the calving, the hydroponic farming, and the land leasing.
"Oh? Please do tell." Hearing the sarcasm in my voice prompted her to press her nails deep into my flesh and drag them down my chest to my balls, leaving deep red marks in their wake. With my balls firmly in her small hand, she pulled hard enough to be uncomfortable but not so hard it was overly painful.
"Mmmm, well...." Still holding my balls with one hand, she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a printout from something she'd downloaded. I sat up a little, eased my throbbing testicles from her grasp, and focused on the paper.
'CANDID SEX IS ON THE MOVE, AND WE ARE LOOKING FOR OUR NEXT MARRIED COUPLE TO TAKE PART IN THE NEXT SEXUALLY-BASED REALITY CHAPTER. EXPLICIT SEX AND BISEXUAL INTERACTIONS. MUST BE WILLING TO STEP OUTSIDE YOUR COMFORT ZONE...'
The ad went on to give the details of the web series.
At first, I was too flabbergasted to say anything. I looked from the paper to Cyndi, back to the paper, reread it, and back to Cyndi again. I was quite familiar with CANDID SEX; it had become an addiction for her.
"No," I said firmly, dumbfounded that she would even consider something like that.
"Don't say no. Please think about it. We could make good money, have sex all the time, and have a third for us. It would be great. Please, honey, don't forget our vows. We promised never to say '
no
' to trying new things."
"I know that, but Cyndi, people would watch us, hundreds, possibly even thousands."
"Oh, fuck I know!" She exclaimed, grinding her pussy into my still-limp dick. Her clit had doubled in size, and she wasn't the least bit shy rubbing herself.
"Isn't that fucking hot? I love the thought of people watching us, jealous of how fucking sexy we are. They can watch you fuck me and then eat your cum from my pussy; oh fuck, baby, I need you hard again." She moved down my body and started sucking on my still-dormant cock.
"Cyndi, please," I pleaded. We needed to talk, but she was having no part in that. She wanted me hard and in her. Her mouth was insistent, and I couldn't help myself. She knew me too well and knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hard.
"Finally!" She shrieked and sunk her dripping wet pussy down on me. She rode me like we hadn't fucked in months. I gave her a helping hand, masturbating her oversize clit and giving her orgasm after orgasm until I couldn't take it any longer and came thunderously deep in her throbbing pussy.
"Say yes," She begged, something she rarely did in her lovingly-demandingly tone. Cyndi knew me too well. She knew I would never deny her anything. I wanted what would make her happy.
"I will consider it." I pulled her tightly in my arms and closed my eyes; her job was done; she'd worn me down.
Even without me giving her a firm yes, Cyndi took charge of everything. She completed the paperwork, our background checks, and our physical appointments. Cyndi also spent much of her free time doing video interviews with Thomas Van Horn, the executive producer of the web series.
