My name is Cindy. I am a realtor for a large well known company and in my area I am one of the top producing agents. I specialize in high end homes and sell many to executives relocating to our area. I am also a hot wife. My husband does not fully know, but I have been cuckolding him since before we got married 6 years ago. I am a blond, 5'-6 tall and have a pair of what my husband calls "38 longs," a nice ass and great legs that I keep in shape and look to most to be in my early 40s rather that 52. I learned early in my career that sex sells and it applies to real estate. I spend good money on clothes that emphasize my assets, namely my 38s and my legs. I have also invested in straight teeth, and have had some "work" done. My skirts are short my heels are high and though I usually wear a conservative business suit, underneath my blouse is either sheer, low cut or with buttons that allow me to adapt to the appropriate situation. Because of my 38s, I rarely go braless, but I always wear the best from Vickie Secrets. On the rare occasion that I wear panties, they are always thongs (I want no lines to detract from my ass) and they always match my bra.
Recently, I was doing a Sunday open house in the home of an executive that was being transferred. He and his wife were gone for the weekend to their new location, and left me with their immaculately decorated home to show. It was a snowy day in February and though I had advertised and had a special realtor luncheon earlier in the prior week, I had very few qualified buyers. I had scheduled the open from noon to 4, and as usual, when I am not busy, I think of sex and the bulls that I occasionally call. As I set waiting for customers, I thought about my favorite bull. As I daydreamed, I began to feel the wonderful wetness between my legs. As 4:00 approached I began to think about placing a call for a little afternoon delight before I went home to my husband. I love when I am able to offer him a cum filled pussy. I don't think he has ever figured out that I was not just glad to see him!
I was sitting at a bar stool in the kitchen and as I scrolled down my phone list, I started to decide who I was going to call. I saw George's name. He really gets me going and as I began to plan, I reached down, pulled up my skirt and gently stroked my soft wet pussy. Suddenly I was startled by the noise of the front door opening and I quickly pulled down my skirt and spun around to see a very good looking well dressed man who had obviously seen my "open house come on it" sign by the door. He was a tall, maybe 6-4, maybe 200 pounds and built like a football player, and he was black. Given my state of mind when he walked in, I found myself a bit distracted by his presence and found myself immediately checking him out. I instinctively recovered and went into realtor mode.
I am quite certain he had not seen what I had been doing, but I was a little flustered and embarrassed and I promptly got up and walked toward him to welcome him. I reached forward and offered my hand saying, "Hello, my name is Cindy." As he grasped my hand, I suddenly realized it was wet with my Cindy goo. He replied, "My name is Kevin, very nice to meet you, Cindy." As he shook my hand, I hoped that he did not notice, but he had to have felt the moisture on my fingers, but not on my palm. When he held my hand just a bit longer that normal, I knew there was something different going on.
He then said he was being relocated to our area and he had been given a relocation specialist from another firm. But he decided to just look on his own, found my open house in an area he liked and decided to come on in. As he explained all of this to me, I realized he was admiring my 38s. When I had been sitting at the counter, I had my jacket unbuttoned. When I jumped up to welcome him, I had neglected to button it he was getting a great view of my sexy VS bra through my shear blouse. I suspected he may have also noted my hardening nipples.
I tried to get back on track and started describing the features of the house and went back to the counter and retrieved him a listing summary. While I was turned away, I pulled my coat closed and secured a button. When I returned, I saw Kevin rub his hand on his mouth and as he did, I saw a smile creep across his lips. Busted! He knew the moisture that was on his hand was none other that genuine Cindy goo. Then Kevin looked down saw my buttoned coat and gave me a modest frown. I just smiled back as I handed him the listing summary, though I regretted the opportunity to continue my exhibitionism, but I reminded myself, I was here to sell.
