(Author’s Note: This is a multi-part story. Please be patient as I introduce and develop the characters. Each character plays a vital role in the story. I thank you in advance for taking Austin’s journey.)
The Prelude…
I picked up the oversized wrench again and started pounding on the thick metal grate. I’d been trying to get the grate in place for hours and was beginning to realize it was a futile attempt to fit a square peg in a round hole. The only upside to the moronic waste of time was that the more I pounded, the more anger and frustration miraculously fled from my body.
Questions I’d been asking myself for days kept popping into my head. Was my solid marriage of over ten years crashing? How could it be collapsing so quickly and with such intensity? Was it something I did?
Cyndi was the most beautiful, intelligent, and sexy woman I knew. I worshipped the ground she walked on and never considered that she didn’t love me the same way. After ten years of marriage, on the verge of turning thirty, I didn’t think about happiness. It was something I lived every day. The only thing I felt lacking in our wonderful relationship was that we didn’t have children. It wasn’t from the lack of trying. Cyndi and I tried morning, noon, and night to conceive. It simply hadn’t happened yet.
Cyndi and I grew up in the small town where we currently live. As cliché as it sounded, Cyndi was my high school sweetheart. Unlike most high school couples in our town, who traded their graduation robes for wedding dresses, we waited over a year and a half before tying the knot. It wasn’t my choice to pause the inevitable; Cyndi wanted a chance to spread her wings before settling down.
During the year we spent apart, Cyndi admitted to having sex with more than one man. Thankfully, she didn’t delve into how many or describe the interactions. She did tell me she was once involved in a group-and-grope fest, which she didn’t enjoy as much as she thought she would. She also revealed that she took on a female lover for a short time and enjoyed it immensely.
When Cyndi told me she was going away, we made no promises. Perhaps the knowledge she gained on her adventures was a good thing. At least one of us had some experience going into marriage. The irony that our roles were reversed wasn’t lost on me. I was the blushing virgin groom – dizzy, nervous, and feeling like a deer in headlights.
As the next few years flew by, Cyndi got her business degree from an online college and never asked for or complained about anything. We were happy; it was just that simple. Then, video and online porn entered our lives, and Cyndi started bringing up the idea of trying new and different things, including sex with other people or couples.
Honestly, I wasn’t opposed to the idea. We always maintained an open-minded attitude and an unspoken mantra that nothing was off-limits. I admitted to Cyndi long before we married that I had often had wet dreams of being with men. Cyndi was unphased by my admission; she considered it common for men to think about being with other men and women with women. She was lucky enough to have experienced it and said she would love to do it again if the timing was right. She encouraged me to fulfill my desires. If I wanted to be with a man, I should do it, the caveat being that she would choose the man and be there controlling both of us – which was an even bigger turn-on.
We started slowly, video chatting with other young couples. Some of the sessions, as Cyndi called them, were hot and set us off to a night or weekend filled with outrageous sex, but the couples we played with online always seemed more interested in Cyndi than me. I didn’t blame the men; Cyndi was hot and loved to have all the attention on her.
Things took a wild swing when Cyndi subscribed to a new online reality series, CANDID SEX. The 24/7 subscription allowed viewers access to multiple camera feeds of real-life people and a forum to meet and chat with other subscribers. Other than the initial set-up of the storyline, the ‘players’ acted naturally. There was nearly something for everyone.
In the first three-month chapter, John and Sheila rented a room to a single female. There were a lot of man-on-woman, woman-woman, and three-way scenarios. The sex was mildly erotic, somewhat vanilla, but different from anything we had seen on the internet.
But it sparked Cyndi’s libido, and somehow, she became more sexual than ever. I became her toy, put on this earth to bring her continual pleasures. When I wasn’t working, I was naked at her beck and call. Don’t get me wrong. I loved it. What man in his right mind wouldn’t love having all the great sex he wanted or imagined every day of his life?
When the first web series ended, normalcy returned to our lives. As much as I didn’t miss the series, that was how much Cyndi did. The sex was still constant, but the passion wasn’t there. It was almost as if Cyndi was going through the motions.
The second tunalı escort chapter started four weeks later. The first chapter took place in Portland, Oregon, and this one was in San Francisco. The premise of this web series was that a middle-aged hippie couple owned a duplex and rented the other half to a strait-laced couple – the husband was a banker, and the wife was a schoolteacher. They had never had sex with anyone other than each other.
The second series was just as hot as the first. It was a little edgier, with some light spanking and bondage, but it was still somewhat vanilla. Like the first chapter, there was man-on-woman, the two women, some hot three-ways, and one time, the two men masturbated each other, but that was the most man-on-man contact. It, however, did the job it set out to do: jumpstart my wife’s need for constant sex.
Cyndi was addicted to the series. She watched it constantly and was the queen of the chat group. One time, I walked in on her to find her having a video, Zoom-like masturbation session with six other members, all men. While she played with herself, she told them what she wanted them to do. She edged them to the point that they all reached orgasm at the same time. As much as I enjoyed the home videos that Cyndi and I made, I had no desire to be broadcast over the internet. She obviously didn’t care who watched her pleasure herself.
The teasers for the third chapter started two weeks before the San Francisco series was due to end. This time, the action was taking place in Scottsdale, Arizona. Once again, it was two couples, a wealthy couple who were hiring a married couple to be live-in help. During the week of teasers, we met the married couple. They were extremely good-looking, with a healthy sexual appetite. The woman was openly bisexual, and her husband had a few bisexual experiences years earlier; however, it was limited strictly to receiving blowjobs. In his interview, he stated that he wouldn’t turn down a blowjob, or more if it were being offered. They were also big into Golden Play, new for the web series and something Cyndi and I thoroughly enjoyed regularly.
Then There Was One…
One evening, a few days after the third series began, Cyndi was perched on top of me, riding me from one orgasm to another. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, drew her tongue from my mouth to ear, and whispered, “We should apply.”
“For what?” I asked, dread already filling me.
“CANDID SEX,” she answered, squeezing her pussy tighter against my cock, which went soft at the suggestion.
“No,” I answered and tried to pull myself away from her.
“Please,” she said sweetly.
As much as I kept saying, ‘No,’ Cyndi knew I would never deny her anything. Although I was vehemently opposed to doing the show, in the end, Cyndi got whatever she wanted.
In short, while I kept the farm running, Cyndi contacted Thomas, the owner of the production company. She spent hours on the phone and video conferencing with him, and as she did with me, wore him down until he agreed to let us audition.
Thomas accepted and learned from the mistakes they made in each chapter. He knew that to make money, he needed to grow the viewership. He decided to involve the viewers as much as he could by letting the viewers decide who would star in the next chapter.
We were added to the mix of young couples who wanted to be in the next CANDID SEX chapter. Our audition was simple. Cyndi painted a picture of us being a young, farm-owning couple. I worked the farm while she managed the business end of things.
We had a lot going for us. Cyndi was beautiful, with her petite body, big tits, and uniquely oversize clit. Thomas noted that the viewers would go crazy for my cock, which was the largest of all the men that had been in the previous chapters. The video we submitted had hot, unrestrained sex. Cyndi and I had been filming our sexual exploits for years and had learned to get past the evil eye of a camera and get lost in the moment, something that Thomas appreciated, and when he unveiled it to the viewers, they loved it and us.
We were in.
The premise of the new chapter was that we were a typical married couple living on a farm. We needed to hire some extra help for a winter project I was working on. The person we would employ would be male and become the third of a new, different, three-way story the viewers hadn’t seen before.
With the third season underway and things going smoothly, Thomas and the crew loaded up and headed our way. Whatever excitement I might have initially felt faded, then turned to confusion, and finally to contempt when everything around me was crumbling.
Cyndi immediately changed. I’m unsure if she had grand thoughts of future stardom or if something else was happening. Her demeanor went from my loving partner to a condescending, overbearing, demanding witch in such a short time. The day before the crew arrived, tunceli escort I told Cyndi I wasn’t sure if I wanted to proceed with the web series.
My darling wife went ballistic, displaying an anger I’d never seen before. She unequivocally let me know that we were doing it. She made no bones about letting me know that Thomas admitted they accepted us because of her. They wanted to build the chapter around her. They loved her feminine power, especially over me, and they couldn’t wait to cast the other character and watch her have two men under her total control.
Once the crew arrived, I faded into the background and, unfortunately, eventually disappeared. Decisions were made without me. Cyndi barely spoke to me; when she did, it was only to tell me what to do. It wasn’t until the discussions started about the third person that I took a stand.
There was no way I would let them decide who would fuck me. I drew the line using a tactic they hadn’t planned on – the contract we signed. The three of them might have considered I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the package, but I did my due diligence, and the fine print on the contract clearly said that if one or both of us wanted to opt out of the web series before it aired, all that was needed was ten days’ notice. The provision also said that Cyndi would be out if I opted out.
In the end, an equitable agreement was reached. We would choose three men. Thomas would pick one, Cyndi a second, and I a third. All three men would be tested live, and the web subscribers would make the final decision, but not really. The more time I spent in silence, the smarter I got, and the more I learned that my darling wife had Thomas wrapped around her little finger and that, ultimately, she would make the final decision.
Thomas’s choice was a man called Jet. Jet was a former gigolo who Thomas knew long before he met his current lover. Jet was over forty and had reached his expiration date in his current profession. He was being replaced by younger, sexier, smarter, and more agile men. With the hope of rediscovering himself, he opted to try out for the web series to open doors for him in the porn industry. Jet had the looks, a drop-dead body and cock, which could go for hours, but only when he took the little blue pill.
Jet’s audition was a disaster from the moment he arrived in Montana. It had been a while since he had to perform, and he was nervous. He took a Xanex, then another, and eventually a third to ease his anxiety. Still feeling tense, he started throwing back shots of Jack. At that point, he realized he couldn’t get hard and took a blue pill. When the cameras came on, he was six sheets to the wind, and even with the pill, he couldn’t get it up.
Cyndi’s choice was scheduled for the following evening. However, after witnessing Jet’s disaster and on-air flop, he hightailed it out of Montana early the next day.
That left my choice, Owen, and I was ecstatic.
During the selection process, Cyndi and Thomas spent hours reviewing hundreds of photographs, videos, and potential men; I only picked one. His name was Owen, and, for some reason, I felt an immediate connection to him.
Owen
Owen was twenty-nine years old. He was born and raised in Minnesota. In his interview, he admitted that he had never been outside his state’s borders other than a father-son trip to the Wisconsin Dells when he was ten.
Roger, Owen’s father, had owned a mid-size farm. Like most farmers in the area, they brought in seasonal workers, mostly illegals, to work the land and harvest during the summer months.
Roger had a brief affair with one of the workers one summer. Nine months later, she showed up on his doorstep heavy in her pregnancy. Two nights later, she went into labor and gave birth without the help of a midwife or hospital. The following day, armed with a list of items she needed, Roger went to town to do the shopping. When he returned three hours later, the baby was sleeping soundly, and the woman was gone.
Roger did everything correctly. He took the child to the hospital and told the authorities exactly what happened. When they asked him if he wanted to keep the baby or give it up for adoption, Roger calmly told them the baby was his blood and that he would do the honorable thing and raise him. He gave the child his name, but instead of calling him Junior, he opted to call him by his middle name, Owen, and cared for him to the best of his abilities.
Eighteen years later, Owen attended the University of Minnesota and graduated with a degree in Animal Science. He made it through three years of veterinarian school when his father took ill, forcing him to drop out and return home. His father passed away six months later.
Roger was an adept farmer but a terrible businessman. He took out loans to cover Owen’s education costs, and the shortfall of two seasons of drought-plagued poor harvests put Roger in unrecoverable debt. Even the farm turgutlu escort sale wasn’t enough to cover the smallest portion of loans and medical bills, leaving Owen in debt and unable to finish school.
He moved back to St. Paul and worked as a veterinarian assistant. Diligently, he paid down the debt and started saving a few pennies to pay for the final two semesters of school.
Sex wasn’t anything Owen thought a lot about when he was growing up. He went through normal puberty and 24/7 hand-to-cock syndrome, but throughout high school and the first two years of college, he didn’t date. His lack of social skills was mostly due to his loner father, who never taught him how to interact with others. With the help of his college roommate, he finally relaxed enough in his junior year when he met Katherine. He dated Katherine on and off throughout his junior and senior years, but as much as they liked each other, they knew they weren’t each other’s true love.
Another aspect of his life unfolded during the summer between undergraduate and vet school. Instead of spending the summer at the farm helping his father, Owen opted to spice up his academic resume by interning with a veterinarian clinic near Duluth. The summer program afforded him a small salary and room and board at the clinic owner’s house.
The attraction between the forty-five-year-old vet and Owen was instantaneous, and they became lovers within the first few days. It was Owen’s first man-on-man experience, and he enjoyed it for what it was: a physical and surprisingly satisfying relationship.
After that summer, Owen didn’t limit himself to strictly heterosexual liaisons when he returned to school in the fall. As much as he still appreciated women, he was naturally more attracted and comfortable with men.
Owen was effortlessly handsome, with deep-probing eyes and a warm, welcoming smile. Statistically, he stood six foot five inches tall, had a great muscular body, and, if possible, was even better looking from his backside than his front. Thomas wasn’t foolish enough to dispute me on Owen’s looks. Owen was handsome and had a healthy size cock, big scrumptious balls, and butt cheeks that perfectly formed globes of heavenly delight. The pictures of him dressed and undressed were off the charts.
Until the moment Troy flaked on us, I suspected my choice of Owen would never fly. Thomas envisioned Jet in the role, and Cyndi chose Troy as a throwaway choice. She knew he would never fly, and we would have to look elsewhere.
Something called to me about Owen: he was a doppelganger for a younger Kevin Sorbo with boy-next-door good looks, a deep, comforting voice, and a gentle nature that attracted me to something more than just his body. He had long, silky brown hair just past his shoulders and bright emerald-green eyes. He was one of those people who, when he smiled, the smile traveled up to his eyes, putting you instantly at ease.
His video was a fascinating piece of art. Surprisingly, it even held Cyndi’s attention. The sad part was that it didn’t matter if he was my choice. Cyndi would make whatever decision she felt would benefit her, and I knew it wouldn’t be Owen.
Owen opted to shoot his video in black-and-white with all-natural lighting. It started with Owen sitting in a straight-back wooden chair. His long legs were spread and stretched out in front of him, his hard cock standing tall and beautiful. He looked at the camera and was silent for a long time. The black-and-white image seemed to magnify the beauty of Owen’s cock. It showed the thick vein that ran the length of his cock, and when Owen ran his finger over it, it sent shivers up my spine. The large, swollen, bulbous head already wet with precum had my mouth watering in anticipation that I would be licking my tongue over it one day.
“I want to tell you a story about eighteen months of my life,” he began. The camera panned in, letting us see his cock while Owen continued speaking in his calm, quiet voice. “A year after my father’s death, I returned to St. Paul and worked at a large veterinarian clinic. One evening, I was returning to town after making a vet call at a farm outside the city.”
“I was off the clock for a few days and decided that the order of pleasures was to relax, have a few beers, get some food, and then search for some compatible company to play with for a few days. My sexual craving was to have a man have his way with me. There was just something so innately comforting about a man filling my ass and stroking his cock slowly in and out of me….”
He drifted briefly, letting the viewer get lost in his imagery. He spread his legs slightly, letting us see his full balls and the barest glimpse of his ass.
“It was a weekday evening, and the English Pub I walked into wasn’t crowded. It was the first place I found when I exited off the freeway, and my hunger was to the point that I didn’t care what I ate, just as long as it was edible. I sat at a two-top table in the bar area and ordered a tall draft and a burger. I’d already checked out the bartender, but his short, stout physique did nothing for me plus the solid gold band on his left hand led me to believe he would be going home to someone already. Oh, he might have enjoyed a blow-job in the back room, but I doubted he would indulge in anything more.”
