Cindy Early On Ch 02

It was clearly with mixed emotions that I watched Cindy lead Tim by his cock into the guest bedroom. She was grabbing it so tightly, that its glistening head was bright red and bulbous. I was even more conflicted when she closed the door firmly behind them. Now what? Like the pervert that I was, I crept to the door, but it was an old house with plastered walls, and sound did not transfer that well. All that I could hear was some muffled giggles, some indistinguishable conversation, and after a while, some low moans and ultimately some intense bed rocking. The bed in the guest bedroom had originally been our room. But we had had moved it out because of the loose headboard which was starting to damage the wall during our bouts of passionate sex. There was no doubt about when they got to that phase of their fucking. You could hear it throughout the entire house. And above it rose Cindy's yelps of pleasure. My cock was as hard as ever. I wanted to join them, but when I gently tried the door, it was locked. I waited and waited for some sign of activity, but finally, it became obvious that they had fallen asleep. I hadn't anticipated that she was going to sleep with him.

Obviously, I hadn't planned for this, but I was too embarrassed to knock on the door and after a while, I started to doze in the chair outside the bedroom, and then I crept back to my empty bed. In the middle of the night, I heard the headboard start banging again—you could still hear it throughout the entire house, and to my embarrassment, my cock became rock hard again. This session understandably lasted longer than the last, and after a while I heard them both go to the bathroom. Much to my chagrin, they were clearly peeing together and joking in the bathroom like a long-time couple. Not long after that, though, Cindy slipped into bed with me with her smell of sex and dried cum intensifying my hardon. Cindy gave a brief kiss on the cheek, but she wasn't interested in talking and just rolled over and begged me to let her sleep. However, she didn't object as I rubbed one off on her hip and added more cum to her crusty body. Just as soon as I finished, she fell fast asleep.

The next morning came quickly for me. I slept soundly, but woke early, but I knew that both had to be exhausted as well as hung over, so gathered my gear and went for a run. I was gone for over an hour. When I returned. There was coffee brewing in the kitchen. Tim and Cindy were sitting at the kitchen table—Cindy was in her old t-shirt that she used as a nightdress, and Tim was in his skivvies and T-shirt. Just like an old married couple. Their faces were flushed as if I had just interrupted some sex talk, but they both smiled somewhat embarrassedly at me. I did notice that Tim seemed to have a slight erection, and I could see Cindy's erect nipples through her t-shirt.

I poured myself some coffee, and we sat and made some small talk. After a while, Tim excused himself to go shower. I think that he had just been waiting until his semi-erection subsided. Cindy and I were left in an embarrassed silence which she broke, "well, I guess your fantasy came true."

"Yes, it did. A little more than I bargained for, but still very hot. How do you feel?"

"You mean, besides sore?"

"Yes, are you sorry we did it?"

"No, but I am worried that we may have started something that we can't control." I hadn't really anticipated getting to this part so soon, but I just gave her a look and waited expectantly.

"Well, you have been pestering me about big dicks for a while now. So, her it is. Last night was the first big dick that I have had since we were married, and it brought back a lot of hot memories. Also, Terry was such a smaller man, who couldn't really fuck me that hard although he tried his manful best every time. Tim has a very big cock, but he is also much bigger physically, and he is in much better shape than Terry. He can really ram it. I really like fucking him. He is a good, sexy lover."

Cindy didn't usually use words like "fucking", so this was hot talk although it was making me uneasy. Where was she going with this?

"Well you encouraged this, and I definitely want to fuck him again, and I hope that we can work out some accommodation." I was reeling over this little speech. I was jealous, hurt and horny as hell. What to say?

I got up for some more coffee. I brought the pot back and sat it in front of us. "Well, what do you have in mind?"

"Tim is not leaving until tomorrow, right? I want to have him as much as I like until he leaves—if it is alright with you." With this, she reached across the table to squeeze my hand, and gave me a really wet sloppy kiss. Her breath smelt of coffee, but her cheek smelt of cum. I rose to attention despite myself. She said, "I take this to mean that you are alright with my plan," and with that she quickly knelt in front of me, pulled my running shorts down and started giving me a sloppy blow job. She very seldom blew me, so I didn't last long, and just as she tried to pull away as I came—she usually doesn't like to swallow-Tim came back into the kitchen as my cum shot up into her hair.

This caused him to chuckle, and as she stood up in embarrassment at being caught, I saw that she had no panties on. Tim just had on a robe which fell apart to reveal his throbbing cock, and he just proceeded to lean her back on our sturdy kitchen table and start to fuck her right there. There wasn't much for me to say or do at that point except to watch. I couldn't help but notice the cum stains on the inside of her thighs. Cindy tried to object, but once that big cock easily penetrated her, she immediately started staring transfixed into Tim's eyes and fucking him back as hard as she could. Tim deeply French-kissed her while they were fucking, and he also licked the cum off her face, and they aggressively slurped it back and forth. Although I had a few girlfriends who were up for this, Cindy had always refused, so now finally, Cindy was swapping my cum around, but with another man. Bittersweet to say the least.

Tim finally spasmodically shot another load into Cindy, and they lay there for a while oblivious to me. For the first time, I was embarrassed by my hardon, and just sat there starring at Cindy's post-coital bliss as Tim kept mildly thrusting his cock into her sloppy pussy. He was still at least semi-erect. After a while, she mentioned that she was uncomfortable on the table. She got up with cum running down her legs, said "I have to shower." And moved quickly to the bathroom. I was left embarrassingly on my own with a hardon that I pulled my shorts over.

Tim and I were old, dear friends, but we were still left with an uncomfortable silence over this one. He glanced at my cock and started with "I hope that I didn't go too far. That is one hot, sexy woman that you have there, buddy."

"No arguments from me, and she obviously is enjoying herself with you which is fine by me. This, after all was my idea, but you have to admit that this is a lot to metabolize—things have really changed in the past 12 hours or so."

"Look, buddy, maybe I should just leave now. The last thing that I want to do is to come between you two."

"No definitely not. This is what I overtly wanted, and Cindy clearly covertly wanted. I think it is good to get this out in the open. Why don't you go for your run, and I will speak with Cindy after she gets out of the shower." Tim agreed that that was a good idea and quickly changed into his gear and was out the door.

When Cindy came back to the kitchen, it was a little disconcerting to see the look of panic in her eyes that was quickly dispelled when I told her that Tim had just gone out for a run. She moved to the stove to make another pot of coffee, but while she was doing so, she looked up from her task to ask me, "So what do we do now?"

"Well I am happy with getting sloppy blow jobs and watching you get slamfucked all day, but I think you mean something else."

"Mainly, I want you to tell me how you feel about this?"

"I have very conflicted emotions, but I have to tell you that I think this is sexy as hell. First, it really turns me on, and second, it is a relief to get your desire for big dick out into the open. As a practical matter, I suggest that we let today play out as 'normally' as possible. I only ask that you remember that I love you very much, that all this makes me very, very hot, and that you will at least give me a pity tug now and again." She giggled at this and came over and sat in my lap. While doing so, her robe fell away exposing her bare little titty, and I starting sucking on it very hard, but she pushed me gently away showing me how bruised and swollen her nipples were from the evening before. This got me as hot as ever, and although she denied me her pussy because it was too sore, she sat on my legs with butt toward me and encouraged me to jerk off. To me this was hot as hell, and I came quickly.

After, she ordered me to lick it up which I happily did. I tried to roll her over to lick her pussy, but she was having none of that. Sometimes, you just couldn't understand this woman. In any case, I couldn't help asking her what she planned for the day—especially since her pussy was too sore to fuck. She confided in me that she knew of an over-the-counter cream that worked short term wonders on a sore pussy. A nurse had prescribed it for her after some very long fuck sessions with Terry had left her sore. She said that first thing she was going to the drug store to get some of the vaginal cream and some k-y lotion. She was quickly out the door. Tim was still out running, so I took a long shower and went out into the backyard to sunbathe a bit.

We had a fairly secluded backyard, and there was a spot where we were certain of our privacy, so I pulled a lounge chair over there, stripped down lathered on some lotion and laid back to read a crime novel that in those days, being an academic, was one of my guilty pleasures. This novelist was good on the crime, but very weak on the sex—which was particularly boring after my recent experiences. Tim returned while I was there, saw me and pulled another lounge chair over to that spot, stripped down and lathered up as well and laid back to take a nap. I was just thinking that given how disrupted our normal routine was, we should consider a few drinks, but at about that time, Cindy pulled up. She was wearing a pair of white shorts that were very high waisted but ended right at her crotch. The bottoms were very wide and open so that a little of her ass hung out. Her top was a thin tight t-shirt which showed off her braless titties very well. This costume always drove me crazy, and I could see Tim's cock twitch as she walked over to us. "How are you guys doing?" To which I responded, "Fine, but a lot better now. Care to join us?"

"Love to, but I have some things to do in the bathroom." She winked at me and went into the house. This was when I told Tim what Cindy and I had discussed over coffee. I saw his cock twitch again at this, and shortly, Cindy was back with us, this time dressed in a thin summer robe. She pulled over our last lounge chair to our secret spot, lathered up with some suntan lotion and laid back—especially close to Tim. We chitchatted a while. Later, she spread her legs, and took a medicinal looking tube and rubbed it dutifully into her pussy—which I couldn't help but notice that she had trimmed back substantially. Next, she reached for the k-y lube and reached over to Tim's cock and started to studiously apply it with her butt stuck out toward me. It was all that I could to do to hold back from lying down beside her and rubbing my cock against her crack, but she clearly had other goals in mind. Soon she was straddling Tim and rubbing her pussy along Tim's prodigiously hard shaft.

Without any of her ministrations, I was now rock hard and watching her pussy now easily encompass his thick, engorged cock and start to ride it—first gingerly, but then later with a vengeance. It didn't take long for either of them to come, and soon they were both slowly slipping around in their combined juices with very contented expressions.

I was still at attention, when Cindy reached over and gave me a couple of perfunctory tugs, "you poor baby." The condescension in her voice just excited me more, and I quickly shot off another round which she ordered me to scoop up and eat, which I readily did. Meanwhile, Tim, to his credit, rolled over and went down on her-lapping up both his cum, her juices, the lube, and the medicinal lotion. How, I envied him. He never missed a lick though, and Cindy had another intense orgasm as she bucked her pussy against his tongue, lips and chin. Wow, this was hot. She never let me do this. When I made this observation, she merely replied, "well this is a weekend of firsts, isn't it darling?"

Now, it was well into late morning, and the sun was very high and hot, so we decided to go into the air conditioning. It was obvious that she was inclined toward Tim and leaned into him to cuddle, but this exposed her butt which I started to dutifully rub with my hardening cock. But just when I was close to cumming, she pushed me aside and pulled Tim on top of her. He proceeded to give her a royal slam fucking with me right beside her with her right leg bouncing on my cock. After a while, I grabbed it and held it down on my cock as I bucked against it, cumming that way. The extra tension on her thigh allowed Tim greater penetration, and she quickly came. Tim wasn't ready yet, but she quickly wrapped her legs around the small of his back pulled him down into a deep French kiss and began bucking against him for all that she was worth. He didn't last long after that, and they came very hard again together. She was very quickly getting into the rhythm of fucking him. My recollection was that this had taken us weeks and weeks of experimenting.

After all these activities, we were tired, and we slept through lunch well into mid-afternoon. I woke before them with a kind of nervous energy that I had not felt for a long time. I took my bike down from a rack in the garage and went for a long ride around town. For the most part, I was really titillated by all my recent experiences, and I kept fighting a hardon even as I was riding. After doing this for a while, my balls started to hurt, so I headed home.

I walked quietly into the house both hoping and fearing that I would catch Cindy and Tim engaged in more sex, and my fears and hopes were immediately founded. The master bedroom was off the kitchen, and the door was open. Tim had Cindy on her hands and knees on the bed, and he was standing on the floor behind her giving her one of the hardest fuckings that I guess she had ever had. I don't know how long they had been at it, but Cindy was in a state—yelping with pleasure and begging him to "keep doing it." From the looks of Tim, they had been at it for a while. He was dripping with sweat even in the air conditioning, and his face was both flushed an animated. They were oblivious to me. Tim had left two big handprints on the sides of her hips that he used to hold her in place as he rammed her. This was sexy as hell, but not as hot as a few moments later when he shouted "holy, shit," and started emptying his sac into her while she forced her butt back into his groin. Cindy just bucked against him furiously while they both spasmed to what seemed for her to be the last orgasm of many.

I stood there in awe as Tim pulled his fully engorged cock out of her dripping pussy as he collapsed on top of her, rubbing his cock against her crack and kissing her deeply as she craned her neck toward him. Seeing their wanton, unshielded passion was troubling, but exciting, as I stepped back from the doorway and made some noise in the kitchen. This caused some brief, curt conversation and some rustling in the bedroom, and soon Cindy came into the kitchen with her bed shirt on and trying to be nonchalant. "Been here, long?" she asked embarrassedly. She was a little sweaty, her face and neck was clearly flushed. She looked just like she was. A woman who had been interrupted during some wild, passionate sex who quickly clothed herself with whatever was handy.

They clearly didn't expect me to witness this. It was as if she had been caught red handed. This was even more disconcerting. It was as if she were having a very intense private moment with Tim that was not meant to be shared with me. Pervert that I was, this was even more titillating. I didn't say anything, but just fell to my knees and buried my nose in her sopping pussy. She tried to push me away but gave up giggling as I tongued her still swollen snatch. She did finally pull away as Tim came into the kitchen. He had on a pair loose fitting, soft cotton shorts that emphasized the size of his still engorged member, but I was left on my knees with a boner and my lower face covered in their combined juices. He just said, "You horn dog." And I grinned back at him like the idiot that I was.

Cindy said nothing but went to the bathroom where she toweled off. She returned in a light summer dress with nothing underneath and still smelling of sex. This left we wild with desire, and I couldn't help myself. I went to her and tried to rub my still swollen cock against her, but she gently pushed me away. "We have to decide what to do about dinner, plus you and I need to talk." At that Tim, said, "Let's cook out. Where is the grille? I'll fire it up." I pointed to the patio and turned to Cindy expectantly.

She said, "Let's make some margueritas." This was something that we always enjoyed doing together, and I quickly turned to the task as we got the fixings out." She started in quickly as if she had a prepared speech. "Look, honey, Tim and I are really getting into a groove, and I want to sleep with him tonight. You may have gotten more than you bargained for here, but this is some hot sex, and I don't want to let it go just yet. Are you comfortable just jerking off tonight?" This left me stammering a bit, but she quickly found my true thinking when she grabbed my cock which was rock hard. I did negotiate a bit by asking if this meant that she would put on a show for us after dinner. This clearly wasn't her first thought, but she agreed to it with the caveat, "If it is OK with Tim." I knew it would be OK with Tim. He was a bigger voyeur than was I. However, I made certain that she repeated her intentions to Tim over dinner in between pitchers of Margueritas.

Tim really got a kick out of this as he put on his best, "oh no, don't throw me into the briar patch" smile. During the last pitcher, we regaled Cindy with our pubescent sex fantasies and stories. I could tell that Cindy was both entertained and aroused by them—especially since they mainly had to do with whatever scheme we could conjure to see a naked woman. I thought this was fitting given where we were headed for the evening, but I didn't push it. I for one was ready to push her down on the table and fuck her right there, but that wasn't the plan. Tim was in a similar state, but he too was being patient. The final story about Ruth Anne O'Rear sunbathing in her backyard had me shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Cindy, sensing my discomfort started us cleaning up the table while she instructed us to go the living room, light some candles, turn on some porn and wait for her to freshen up. I hadn't thought of the porn, but Cindy and I usually had our hottest sex while watching porn.

We took the last of the Margueritas and went to prepare the living room. I knew Cindy's favorite scene, so queued the tape to the sequence just before it, and we settled back to finish our drinks and watch the screen. It would have been a long wait without the porn, but we got into it and were almost surprised when I heard Cindy call out. "I expect you two to have your pants down and your cocks out." We quickly followed her instructions.