Cindy's Friends Ch. 02: The Homecoming
Driving down the long reach of the smooth black asphalt highway, can be tiresome and somewhat mind numbing experience. On a calm Saturday morning when everyone else would still be sleeping the highway is almost void of traffic. The speedometer reads steady at 75 MPH but staring out of the windshield it feels as if I was creeping along at a snails pace. Staring at the long white line to my right and the slashed white to my left I lightly adjust the steering wheel to keep my vehicle between the lines. The boredom of traveling never seems to get easier.
But this trip was one of trepidation; I was anxiously making my way home to my wife. My weekend began with us on the verge of dissolving our marriage. My salvation came with the loving enlightenment of good friends. Who opened my eyes in revealing to me, that I was also to share in our failing relationship. Not to mention what I would have lost had I let Cindy leave my life. Due to my stubborn beliefs that were stolid and archaic. I began to blame myself for driving her into the arms of others for the lustful release she desperately needed.
It is a gratifying feeling to be given the opportunity to save my marriage; I had no intentions of let the gift of this opportunity to escape me. My mind had been so deep in thought that I hadn’t realized I was pulling into the parking garage of our apartment. The anxiety of my homecoming was beginning to show as my cock began to lightly throb within its restrictive confines.
Locking the truck I decided I would gather my things later, right now I just wanted Cindy in my arms. Stepping into the open elevator my body began feeling a nervous anxiety. I haven’t felt since I was a young man stumbling on my words while trying to talk to girls for the first time.
The ascent of the elevator appeared to be moving slower than normal, as I watched the light panel illuminating the appropriate floor as it made its ascent to my desired level. Finally the fourth floor light, lit up and I felt the elevator begin to slow its steady climb then finally come to a stop. Quietly the elevator door slid open, I felt as if my mind had no control over the muscles within my body. My legs didn’t want to move as I realized I was very nervous. Taking a deep breath the mind forced my legs to begin moving as I slowly walked down the drab rectangular shape of the long hallway. Trying to focus on the door to our apartment there was a feeling of vertigo, as the hallway seemed to get longer with each.
Finally facing the door leading into our apartment I noticed boxes stacked on both sides of it. Apparently Cindy had been busy in the process of moving her belongings out. With the keys in my hand I felt the apprehension of opening the door. I knew that Cindy was on the other side waiting for my return. Taking a deep breath I slowly pushed the brass key into the door locking mechanism and turned it. With a click the door began to open, my heart began beating in my chest as the door slowly began to swing open allowing me access to the apartment and my loving wife Cindy.
Removing the key from the lock, I stepped into the apartment and softly closed the door behind me. The apartment had appeared as if it was being systematically dismembered as there were boxes strewn about in various states of being filled with personal belongings.
Slowly I walked through the apartment, recognizing my briefcase setting on the coffee table where I had placed it the night I walked in on Cindy in the throws of passion with her lovers. The whole evening of the occurrence appeared to my as if it were primordial. So much has happened in my life since that wild evening. Intent on the mission at hand my eyes searched the apartment to find the woman I loved for over three years. A slight feeling of anxiousness began to overcome me, as Cindy was not within sight.
Entering the doorway leading to the bedroom I found my sigh of relief, there on our disheveled bed was Cindy quietly sleeping. She must have lost a considerable amount of sleep the last few nights. Presumably upon hearing I was returning home to work out our differences. Her body must have finally succumbed to exhaustion as she slipped into a peaceful sleep. Judging by the crumpled tissues strewn about I could see she had been crying. Not wanting to wake her I quietly sat on the chair at the corner of the room and just admired her as she slept. Her hair was a mess and I could see the dried tears on her cheeks. Though she looked a mess, she did look very erotic and desirable as she slept.
The feeling of my hard cock was throbbing within its tight restrictions of my pants, and was beginning to feel uncomfortable I sat. Trying to be quiet I slowly tried to reposition myself to ease the slight pinching I was feeling.
Suddenly Cindy opened her eyes almost as if she were suddenly spooked. Lying there she tried to focus her eyes, as she gazing in my direction she suddenly noticed me sitting in the chair. Almost instantly she jumped up and ran toward me. I could see the tears beginning to swell in her eyes as she began to say, “Mark I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”
“Cindy I just…”
“No please I was wrong to cheat on you.”
“But Cindy…”
“Please don’t leave me we can work it out, I know we can.”
“Cindy please I ….”
“Please Mark…Please forgive me.”
I could see she wasn’t going to let me talk until she finished what she had to say. Kneeling at my feet she rested her arms on my lap. With tears rolling down her face she continued, “Please Mark I was wrong I will never…” I placed my finger tenderly on her lips and she was quiet. Gently I picked her up from the floor and hugged her with all the passion I had. Cindy returned my embrace and held on tight. Her head lay cuddled on my neck and shoulder feeling the wetness of her tears as they touched my skin. The feeling was one of sincere gratification as we just held each other without speaking another word.
After what seemed like several minutes of silence I slowly released my loving embrace from Cindy and slowly pulled her away from me allowing us to see into each other’s eyes. She had a look of extreme sorrow mixed with fear and worry. Looking into her eyes it felt as if I could feel the extreme sorrow and pain she carried. She was not looking at me, instead she looked down to avoid eye contact, and she appeared to be clouded with guilt. It felt as if I could feel her sorrow just by looking at her. I needed to ease her mind of her fears as I began to speak,” Cindy I want you to know one thing, I will never give you up.”