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“Honey!  We have to go right now!” Cynthia called out with an edge of panic in her voice.I was running through the house checking that all the windows and doors were tightly locked.  A strong gust of wind rattled the last rain-spattered window as I checked it.  Cynthia looked concerned when I eventually joined her in the car.  I quickly checked that she had packed the overnight bags and blankets before reversing out the garage.Hurricane Irma was scheduled to make landfall later that night.  It was a category 5 storm so we had decided to go to one of the public storm shelters.Heavy rain and wind made the fifteen-minute drive to the shelter seem a lot longer than it really was.  I was surprised to find out that we were one of the first people to arrive at the shelter.  It was a middle school gym that had been specially engineered to withstand hurricane-force winds. Because we were early we had the pick of spots in the gym.  I chose two spots in the back corner that was furthest away from the washrooms. I figured that corner would be the quietest part of the gym.  We staked our claim and made ourselves comfortable.Cynthia and I had been married for two years.  Cynthia was twenty-one and I was two years older than her.  We had been high school sweethearts who had given each other our virginities at my prom.  Initially, we had fucked like rabbits but in the last year or so the fire had been missing from our sex life. In the last few months, I had started wondering what it would be like to fuck someone else. I was questioning the wisdom of marrying the first person I had screwed.  I thought that maybe I should have fucked around more before settling down.  I had found myself focusing on all the things that we did not do.  I had never had a blow job because Cynthia thought it was ”gross”.  Anal sex was too disgusting to talk about.  We had even stopped doing it in different positions or places.  The bedroom was the place to do it and the missionary position was the way to do it.  I Loved Cynthia and had no intention of leaving her.  I just wished that she was more adventurous when it came to our sex life.About Anadolu Yakası Escort half an hour after we arrived the shelter started getting quite busy.  Our corner was still quiet as most people seemed to be congregating near the washroom exits.  A family of four wandered over and claimed the spaces next to us. The father, a gruff looking man in his late forties, introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Tom.  We’ll be your neighbours for the next while.”I stood up and shook his hand. “Hi Tom, I’m Jason and this is my wife, Cynthia. I hope the storm blows over quickly.  I don’t want to be here too long.”Tom grimaced. “Well it’s a category 5 and it’s going to hit the Keys, so we’ll be here at least for the night.”  An attractive blonde woman in her mid-thirties joined Tom. “This is my wife, Jenny.” Jenny was very attractive. She was about five foot six inches. She was wearing a navy-blue, casual dress with white polka-dots. Her pretty face, with the faintest hint of smile lines at the corner of her eyes, was framed by shoulder length honey blond hair. The top of her dress had a wide plunging neckline that revealed a healthy amount of her tanned tits.  Her flat stomach and narrow waist accentuated her impressive C cup breasts. Her dress ended mid-thigh and generously displayed fit well-shaped legs.“Hello,” I said to Jenny, “I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Jason and this is my wife, Cynthia.”“Pleased to meet you both,” Jenny said with a quiet voice.A good looking teenage boy and pretty girl joined Tom and Jenny. “This is my son, Andrew and my daughter, Jackie,” Tom said.Andrew seemed to be the older of the two at about nineteen.  He was quite handsome but seemed to lack the confidence that usually accompanied good looks.Jackie was a younger version of her mother with smaller size B tits, I figured that she must be about seventeen or so.  She was wearing a white blouse and short skirt.Having finished our introductions, we settled in to wait.  I was getting bored and considered reading a book when Jenny invited us to join their family in a game of Crazy Eights.  Cynthia and I readily Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan agreed.We cleared a space on the floor and sat in a circle. Tom and Cynthia sat on either side of me, Andrew sat next to Tom, Jenny was directly opposite me and Jackie sat between Jenny and Cynthia. As we played cards I learned that Tom was forty-nine and Jenny was thirty-eight.  They had just had their nineteenth wedding anniversary.  Andrew was going to turn nineteen in a few months’ time and Jackie had just turned seventeen.  Tom was an executive at some software company and they lived in a wealthy suburb nearby.As we talked, I noticed a coldness between Tom and Jenny. Tom was very critical of Jenny and never seemed to have anything nice to say to her.  Tom never initiated any physical contact with Jenny and seemed quite happy to ignore her.  His conversations were always centered on his corporate life and never included his wife.  I felt sorry for Jenny as I could tell that she was no longer a part of Tom’s life and I wondered why they were still together.Soon after we started playing I noticed that Andrew would stare at Cynthia’s tits from time to time.  Cynthia was wearing a blue cotton T-shirt with no bra.  She seldom wore a bra at home as she was blessed with size C tits that did not need a bra to maintain their perkiness.  She always wore a bra in public but in the rush to leave the house she had forgotten to put one on.The T-shirt was clinging to her tits in the humid heat and I could just see the outline of her brown nipples.Initially, I was perturbed that Andrew was getting an eyeful of Cynthia’s tits and was tempted to tell Cynthia to go put a bra on. However, after a few moments of thought, I realised that I liked the fact that Andrew was staring at her tits.  Cynthia was gorgeous and if Andrew spent the next few nights wanking to images of Cynthia’s tits, that was fine with me.Cynthia face reddened slightly when she noticed Andrew’s staring at her tits and she realised that she was not wearing a bra.  I expected her to excuse herself and go and put her Escort Anadolu Yakası bra on; however she did not. It seemed like she was enjoying the attention.  I was surprised a few minutes later when I noticed her nipples were getting harder and poking through the cotton material of her T-shirt.  I wondered if she was fantasizing about Andrew sucking her sensitive nipples.I soon forgot about Cynthia and Andrew as I found myself being distracted by the mother and daughter sitting in our group. When we had first sat down Jackie had modestly folded her legs to the side but soon became uncomfortable and crisscrossed her legs.  Her skirt had pulled up giving me a clear view of her pink Victoria Secret panties.  The crotch was slightly translucent lace that allowed me to see just a hint of her clean-shaven pussy underneath.  I wondered if she was a virgin but decide that no virgin would wear panties like that.Jenny distracted me in a completely different way. Her tits were right in my line of sight and I found myself staring at her tits just as much as Andrew was staring at my wife’s tits.  Every now and then Jenny would lean forward and gather the cards giving me a generous view down the front of her dress.   A white lace bra held her creamy tits in place and slightly parted so I could see her belly when she leaned forward.  I imagined her holding them together around my cock as I titty-fucked her.Jenny noticed me admiring her breasts on a few occasion and like Cynthia, she seemed to enjoy me looking.  At one point she smiled at me and then arched her back and stretched her shoulders, shoving her boobs forward.  My eyes naturally focused on her boobs during the stretch while her eyes never left mine.  When my eyes met hers again there was a twinkle in her eyes that seemed to ask if I had enjoyed the show.The storm outside was increasing in intensity and was getting so loud that it became hard to have any kind of conversation.  At about nine pm the power went out and we were plunged into complete darkness.  I had not realised how black it had become outside and there was absolutely no light entering through the small gym windows. A few minutes later the emergency generators were started and some emergency lighting was restored.  There was however not enough light to continue playing cards.  We were told that the emergency light would stay on until ten pm.  After that there would only be a single light in each of the washrooms.

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