I detect wetness dripping down her thighs. She looks at me questioningly. “On the bed.” Cynthia slowly slides onto the bed, propping herself up wi...h her hands. “Spread your legs for me. Show me that wet pink jewel between your legs. Show me all of your secrets.” Cynthia’s hands move to her ankles, and she spreads her legs wide. Her tight little pussy gapes, as much as it is capable, in front of me. Her hands slide from her ankles in unison along her stocking clad legs to stop at mid thigh.. I was a bit stunned, but remembered that she was a very nice person, great sense of humor, and although it had been six or seven years since I last saw her, very attractive. "That sounds very nice Dara, I will be looking forward to it, when are you coming up?", I asked. She told me she would be flying in the next evening, and I told her I would meet her at the sirport. "I better get a good night's rest...you likely will have twenty bags I'll have to carry," I joked. She broke out laughing, and. John was like fumbled a little. He paused before answering. “Well, you know the society here is very open to several things. We have a trend developing open marriages.”“Open marriage? What is that?” I asked John with curiosity. “Well open marriage is the understanding between husband and wife to share each other with other couples or individuals,” he explained. I could easily understand what he was saying but I showed myself a little naïve. “What do you mean?”“Well, the husband and wife agree. “Keep going,” I said. “It’s strange for me when someone is watching,” she replied. “I am uncomfortable.” I stared at her as she looked up at me with her innocent eyes. For a long moment, we were both still. Finally, she let her body relax again as her head feel back to the bed. She took a deep breath and slid her fingers back down. I watched her as the pleasured herself. She first started by moving slowly on the outside, but as she began to enjoy herself, she moved in to her clit. Her fingers.