Two Down...
The other side of the bed was empty when I woke up the next morning.
My responsibilities on the farm precluded me from wallowing in self-pity. At seven, I had a business meeting at the dairy regarding the expansion. Also, there were chores to be done, and no one but me to do them.
Joshua, the dairy owner, informed us a month earlier that the dairy on the south side of Great Falls was closing, and he was taking on their stock. His good fortune had a trickle-down effect on all the farms that worked with the dairy. I looked forward to the growth. I did, however, worry about the manpower needed to complete my end of the expansion. The seasonal crew we brought on had moved on to warmer weather, and labor was difficult to find.
I was back at the farm before noon. Cyndi was at the stove warming soup. The table was set for four. My spirits immediately plummeted.
"You were up and out early this morning." She said without turning to me.
"Yes, I had that meeting with Joshua this morning. I needed to get chores done beforehand." She turned and looked at me. She had planned on going to the meeting with me.
"I can't be concerned about the farm business right now," she said coldly. "There are more important things to do."
"Yeah, well, you do what you think is right for you, and I will do what is right for the farm." I started towards the bedroom, but she stopped me before I could leave the kitchen.
"I won't take that kind of vague crap from you." She talked to me like I was an employee, not her husband. "What are you trying to say?"
"If I have to spell it out, it's not worth discussing."
"Oh, I see. You are trying to make me feel guilty for having some fun. Sorry darling, I won't let you get in my head." She turned and walked back over to the stove. "Lunch will be ready in ten minutes. Thomas wants to speak with both of us regarding the series. I expect you to be sitting at the table with a better attitude than you have right now."
"Cyndi, we need to talk about this." I had rehearsed that line since I left the dairy, trying not to make it sound like I was a simpering fool but that of general concern.
"There's nothing to talk about," she turned and looked at me, "I had some fun last night; if you want to go out and have some fun, be my guest. We've always agreed; we'd never stand in each other's way."
Before I could even come back with a haughty retort, we were interrupted when laughter erupted from the spa room. I turned just as the door opened, and Thomas and Devon emerged with towels wrapped around their waists. If they sensed any tension between Cyndi and me, they didn't acknowledge it; they carried on their cheerful conversation.
Thomas sat down at the table and, without regard to whatever conversation Cyndi and I were in the middle of, told us he wanted to promote the hell out of our series and didn't want to waste any time doing it. Normally, there was a three-to-four-week gap between series, but he understood our timeline and pushed us to start as soon as the house was rigged, and we'd found the third person. He'd already placed the ad and had begun receiving resumes.
I sat quietly, listening to the three of them plot and plan everything that needed to be done. At no time did anyone speak to me, ask me my opinion, or mention me by name. Thomas didn't even wait until we finished eating before he felt the need for sex. His hand went under the table and began stroking Devon's gargantuan cock.
For a brief moment, I wondered if they would include me in whatever afternoon delights they were planning, or as I saw it in my mind, my training was to begin, but, again, I was wrong. With Devon stimulated and Cyndi frothing for more, the three left me sitting at the table and headed toward the playroom. The crew had spent the morning setting up the toys Thomas had brought. As she said it, Cyndi had a delicious way she wanted to break them in. Instead of an invitation to join them, I was left to clean up the lunch dishes.
I spent another night sleeping alone and wondered if Cyndi and I would ever spend a night together in the same bed.
The crew invaded our house early the next morning and worked in two teams on opposite sides, rigging the audio and video while Thomas and Devon followed us with a handheld camera. The newest twist that revealed itself between Cyndi and me was that the sex was put on, faked, and over-acted on her part. I knew my wife's orgasms and what was being recorded on the camera were faked.
They did in-depth interviews with Cyndi and me together, in bed playing with each other, and the two of us separately. They did an extended interview with Cyndi while she was naked and playing with herself in the comfort and warmth of our living room. Thomas had become obsessed with her clit and continually stopped the interview to satisfy both their needs. Practically overnight, Thomas became fully trained, as she was screaming out orgasm after orgasm. I began to feel that the web series was going to revolve around Cyndi's clit.
My interviews were done in the barn, dressed in my winter farming finest with only my face showing, talking about my desires to be with a man and sharing my fantasies. Thomas explained he wanted Cyndi to come off as ultra-feminine and sexy, with me being the masculine farmer taking care of my wife and the land. Brains and brawn type thing. He figured the viewers would be vested in us by the time we went live.
We normally shot the footage after I'd put in eight hours in the barn. When we were done, meaning we achieved a satisfactory number of orgasms, faked and real, the footage was sent to one of the guys in the bunkhouse. It was then uploaded and aired at 11:00 pm every night. Thomas coached us to mention our yearnings for a ménage-a-trois during our trysts. While my loving wife and I went through the paces of lovemaking in the bedroom, the spa, and the living room, she would go on and on about what having another man would mean to us.
"Get ready. First night freebie goes live in three minutes."
The disembodied voice sounded in my ear but felt like it was in the middle of my head.
"T-minus one minute..."
