Austin Pt. 05

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, tunalı escort 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…”

“Ten…nine…eight…seven…” The overhead studio lighting came on. All I could hear was the whirl of the cameras and my heart beating out of my chest. It was the first time we were going live.

The camera panned in on Cyndi and me sitting at the kitchen table with four resumes. We were naked, a state Thomas felt we should be in as much as possible. I thought that was taking things just a little too far; this was supposed to be reality; people don’t normally walk around naked as the day they were born, especially during the coldest time of the year.

“What do you think?” She asked, looking from resume to resume. Her voice was her typical ‘loving’ demeanor. When the cameras were on, Cyndi was my ever-loving wife. “We need to select someone. You have to get some help if you are going to finish refurbishing the barn before spring.”

“Yes, I know. I’m just not sure. If I had to whittle the list down, I’d probably take this one out.” I lifted one resume, which Cyndi took from me without looking, and threw it in the trash.

“Fine. Tomorrow, we’ll start interviewing these men. You need to stop hesitating and trying to do all the work yourself. You are wearing yourself down, and your complaining is getting old.”

Her voice softened more, and she reached out and touched my hand. “I’d rather listen to you complain about the bite of my lovely crop across your beautiful bottom.”

“Mmmm, I’d like that very much, lovebug.”

I wasn’t sure I was all for the cutesy little nickname, but Thomas assured me it was necessary. Thomas had no doubts that Cyndi would be a huge hit, but sometimes, her dominant personality was too strong. By giving her a flowery nickname, he was attempting to soften her nature a bit.

“I like it when you call me that,” she said as if she were reading my mind, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. “It lets me know you want me.” She smiled and leaned into me for a kiss. The overhead camera zoomed in on us, catching the open-mouth, deep, tonguing kiss. The kiss took me by surprise. It had been a while since she’d kissed me like that. I pulled her into my arms, not wanting the moment to end.

“I always desire you. Look at what you do to me.” I whispered when she broke the kiss. I stood up and let the camera zoom in on my hard cock.

“Oh baby, we will have to do something about that. Bedroom or playroom?”

“How about right here?” I wasn’t going to let anything distract me from this moment. She wanted me right now, at that very moment, and I wanted to give her everything I had. I lifted her onto the table, spread her legs, and dove in for a taste of her delicious pussy.

“Oh yes, suck me…” Her hips were gyrating against my mouth, “Make me cum, please, Austin; I want you to make me cum.” Cyndi never spoke to me like that. The sad truth was that her words were more for the camera than for me. The overacted sexual response was Thomas coaching her to be more verbal. But I could also tell I was getting to her. I could feel everything in her body responding to my touch, and for that moment, I thought she was returning to me.

Her pleading soon turned to raw passion. Within minutes, her pussy was contracting against my fingers and tongue. I savored her sweet pussy juices, never wanting her orgasm to end. With her still spread out on the table, I stood and pushed my dripping cock into her sopping wet hole. We both groaned in unison, and the camera zoomed in, catching the look of total gratification on our faces. I was home with her warmth and love surrounding me.

Cyndi opened her eyes and stared at me. tunceli escort I could see her love for me for the first time in weeks. Perhaps my jealousy was for naught and that Thomas and Devon were a passing fancy.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” I moaned, thrusting slowly in and out of her. My cock shimmered with her juices, and I felt the camera catching the private moment between us. I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her off the table, telling her to wrap her legs around me. Standing up straight, I held my feather-light wife in my arms, raising and lowering her on my cock. Cyndi threw her head back, absorbing every sensual stroke I was giving her. “Oh, fuck I can’t hold off too much longer,” I cried, picking up the pace. Cyndi threw herself against me, her mouth hungrily seeking mine. I thrust two more times deeply into her and poured into her not only my orgasm but the love I held for her as well.

“I love you,” I whispered, carrying her to the bedroom.

“You two were fucking great!” Thomas exclaimed the next morning. “How did it feel?”

“It took a minute or two to get used to the whirring of the cameras and the voices in our head, but other than that, it’s pretty much how we are normally with each other,” Cyndi said.

We were still in bed. Cyndi’s hand was wrapped solidly around my cock, caressing me ever so gently. She hadn’t left me since the evening before. I wanted to believe she was there for me, but Devon had left the day before to pick up two of the three candidates from the airport in Great Falls.

I got up to use the bathroom. Normally I didn’t close the door while pissing, but with Thomas there, I preferred the privacy of the moment. I finished pissing and was getting ready to wash my hands and brush my teeth when I heard them talking.

“You did great last night,” Thomas said. I heard them kissing, and Cyndi let out a deep groan.

“Oscar worthy?” She asked.

“Well enough that Austin bought the whole thing. I was jealous as fuck. I realized last night we don’t like sharing you.”

“Trust me, last night was my job. We need to get this web series off the ground. We can’t do that without Austin. After that…well, we’ll come to that bridge when we get there.”

“Just keep it up. We only need a few more weeks before everything comes together.”

“You got it, boss.” Cyndi and Thomas laughed.

I turned on the shower to muffle the tears I couldn’t hold back. The worst part came ten minutes later when I had to open the bathroom door and return to the deceit and lies.

“Good, now that you’re back, let’s talk about Jet, the guy you will meet this evening…” Thomas thought nothing about lying next to Cyndi, fondling her while we talked.

It took us over a week to whittle the list of candidates from one hundred and seventy-nine contenders down to three. In the end, after endless arguments, it was decided that Thomas would select someone, Cyndi another, and me someone else. The viewers would then make the ultimate decision about who the third would be. The war lines had been drawn. Thomas said we wouldn’t meet any candidates until the cameras came on. He wanted our natural reaction to them to air to the viewers. We were scheduled to see Thomas’ choice first, Cyndi’s second, and my choice was last.

Jet

Jet claimed he was thirty-seven, but Thomas told us he suspected he was older, possibly in his early forties. He was from Texas and touted he was a cowboy through and through. On paper, he claimed his first job was working on a cattle ranch right after graduating high school. He married young to his high school sweetheart, had two children, and was divorced before he turned twenty-four. The reason for the divorce? His wife caught him in bed with a man. He left Texas soon after the divorce and went to Vail, Colorado, where he worked as a bartender at a trendy restaurant.

He was only on the job for a few months when he met a wealthy couple on vacation. It was the third evening the couple had spent at the bar, where he entertained them. Nothing between them was off-topic, including the couple telling him they were into three-ways, in any variation.

Halfway through the evening, Jet excused himself for a bathroom break. He was alone in the bathroom, only long enough to start his piss flowing before the husband walked in. At the urinal, the husband gave Jet the once over, letting him know exactly how attractive he had found him.

Jet thanked him for his compliment and invited the man to the rear stall. Jet sat on the toilet and unzipped the man’s pants, and freed his hard cock. The perfect size cock with a delectable mushroom-capped head soon disappeared in Jet’s hungry mouth. As much as he enjoyed fucking, there were times it was more prudent to suck. Jet’s skillful mouth and more than talented tongue licked and sucked the man to one of the best orgasms he’d ever experienced, but turgutlu escort Jet didn’t stop there; he kept the man hard and sucked him to a second mind-blowing orgasm. The man didn’t even attempt to contain his pleasure, moaning loudly enough that anyone who might have walked by could hear. When he was done, Jet stood and pressed his mouth against the man’s and shared the prize of his second orgasm. When he broke the kiss off, he whispered in the man’s ear, at the same time he took the man’s hand and pressed it to his hard-on, ‘How’d you like to feel this sliding in and out of your ass?’ The man numbly shook his head. The man didn’t hesitate to invite Jet to come home with him and his wife.

Twenty minutes later, when they emerged from the bathroom, the husband nodded to his wife. Three days later, five thousand dollars richer, with some new clothes and gratuitous gifts, Jet returned to his little efficiency apartment. A week later, he received a call from another couple wanting to know if he could be their guide during their weeklong stay.

The referral business abounded. Jet quit his job to entertain rich couples, heterosexual and gay, and sometimes married men, taking a weekend away from the family. They wanted him to be their escort in public, eye candy for their parties, and, in private, their sexual plaything. Jet never said ‘no’ to anything they wanted to do. They paid for everything: the finest clothes, food at the poshest restaurants, and even one couple let him move rent-free into the guest house of their multi-million-dollar estate with the understanding he watched their home when they weren’t there, and when they were, he was theirs exclusively.

He earned an incredible amount of money, with very little overhead, doing something he enjoyed. He wasn’t foolish, either. He never bit the hand that fed him or stole from anyone, but more importantly, he made sure to bank the money he made, knowing that eventually, the day would come when his body and talents wouldn’t carry him any longer.

The word gigolo danced around in my head, and the thought of letting someone who received money in exchange for sex wasn’t at all palatable to me.

Jet mainly topped but bottomed if the money was right. He preferred to be with men but often dated couples, pleasing both the wife and the husband. His favorite thing, however, was the rich gay couples who wanted a talented third for the weekend; that’s when the sex was the best and the kinkiest, and Jet was most definitely kinky.

Thomas met him when he was in Vail for an extended birthday weekend with friends. This was before Devon, when men were merely playthings. Jet was a surprise birthday present from one of the couples in the group. Thomas told us he was a wild fuck, had a great cock, and was easy on the eyes. It had been a long time since Thomas had met a man who impressed him enough to let him top. Before the weekend was over, Thomas invited him to California for a week, which turned into three months. But, like most things, it didn’t last. The more Jet settled in, the more demanding he became.

Underneath it all, Thomas was the John, and Jet was being paid for his services. Thomas needed to set him straight. One afternoon, Thomas told Jet his escort service was short a man for an exclusive date with a wealthy, well-known client and asked Jet if he would take the date. Jet reluctantly agreed. He was gone three days, and when he returned, sore and physically marked but thousands of dollars richer, he thanked Thomas for all he did for him and returned to Vail, where life was less complicated.

Jet was a smart man who never made enemies. He and Thomas kept in touch, especially when jobs weren’t as plentiful. He was still good-looking and talented, but younger, much eager men were getting prime picks.

Jet’s headshots were great. He looked good with and without clothes. Without clothes, he dripped sex appeal, but it was modeled. He touched himself in a certain way that looked sexy but put on. Jet took good care of himself, worked out regularly, and had a hearty cock and the cleanest manicured fingernails.

The video that was uploaded to the CANDID SEX site started with Jet sucking cock. I knew immediately it was Thomas’ cock. He showed he was quite skilled at fellatio. The video started with Thomas’s cock deep in Jet’s throat. It was an immediate attention grabber for the viewer when he slowly pulled his meaty cock from his throat and out of his mouth. Once out, Jet let everyone see his unusually long tongue that seemed to go everywhere. Jet didn’t appear like he was rushing to make Thomas orgasm. He was taking his time, making it seem like he was enjoying what he was doing. Thomas alternated between stroking his cock down Jet’s throat and back out again, where Jet licked his shaft and sucked gently on the head.

Twenty minutes later, he brought Thomas to a slow, sensual orgasm and was rewarded with a mouthful of cream that he selflessly shared with Thomas. Even with my disdain for Jet and what he did for a living, my cock was hard and wanting. The screen went black for a moment, and when it came back on again, Thomas was on the bed on all fours. Jet’s long hard cock was more than ready to fuck. He spread Thomas’ ass cheeks and looked at his twitching hole.