"Celia phoned and apologised for keeping us late. Don't worry, she wasn't upset." Jen told me.
"About what?" I asked. I couldn't think what I'd done to upset her.
"You didn't stay. She said there'll be another time," Jen explained. Cynthia appeared behind me having unpacked her stuff in my bedroom and Jen glanced at her, then at me. "I'm not staying here tonight. Actually Paula phoned and invited me over there," She told us. Cynthia stayed silent but went over to Jen and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be staying the night, possibly the weekend so I won't cramp your style, either of you." She left to pack a few things and Cynthia and I were on our own.
"Jen emerged a couple of minutes later, bag in hand. "Can I get my car out Steve?" She asked me.
"Of course, I'm sorry. I've trapped you in. Come on, I'll let you out." I told her and followed her into the lift down to the basement car park.
"You're going to leave me aren't you?" Jen suddenly asked me.
"No. I don't know. Heaven knows I don't want to. I don't think Cynthia would be alright with sharing you like we do with Paula so I think it will have to be just us." I told her, truthfully. At the same time I thought to myself, 'did I really want to lose Jen? Who would I miss more, her or Cynthia? Was there any way I could keep them both?'
"Is there any chance we could, you know?" She looked me in the eyes, a small tear appearing at the corner. I shrugged my shoulders in response. "What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, would it?" I realised myself it was wrong to think of cheating on Cynthia already, indeed if at all. Starting off on completely the wrong foot.
"I don't think so. As I said, I'm not sure Cynthia wants to share me with other women." I said. Jen moved closer to me and reached up for a quick kiss on my cheek. She moved away but I pulled her back and kissed her like we used to, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. She dropped her bag and brought her hand around the front of me and stroked my cock. Breaking off the kiss she looked around quickly and sank to her knees, opened my trousers and took my cock in her hand. She looked up at me and took it, all at once, deep down into her throat, bobbing up and along my cock straight away She hummed as she did, running her tongue along it's underside as if relishing a chunk of rich dark chocolate. I realised I had Cynthia upstairs and backed off.
"What's the matter? I just wanted to remind you what you'll be missing. I hope you don't forget that. Or forget me." Jen said, just as the lift door opened to leave she stood up. Then she walked over to her car and opened the door. She picked up her bag and threw it onto the back seat. "I'll be back on Sunday afternoon, no later so I'll cook Sunday dinner. O.K.?"
"That's O.K. Jen. You'll always be welcome." I told her.
"I'm not sure Cynthia will agree. Anyway, we'll see. Bye Steve," She said as she started the engine. I climbed into my car and reversed out to give her room and she left. Moving back into my parking space I felt a deep feeling of loss, almost as if I had witnessed the passing away of a friend and that surprised me. She had been a very sexy companion and we always knew it would end someday, but somehow, with the ending I felt a great loss. I climbed back out of my car and went up to my apartment where Cynthia was waiting for me. My cock was still hard and I had to adjust myself as the lift rose to my flat.
It had been good that Jen had left as Cynthia stood there, when I returned wearing a very small and flimsy red lace bra, completely see through with a matching pair of very small panties finished off with a mouth-watering pair of red, lace topped, hold up stockings and shiny red high heeled shoes. "What do you think?"
"I'm thinking I hope you're not still sore." I told her. I wanted this girl and I wanted her now. The last minute attempt at a blow job from Jen not helping at all.
"Why?" She asked me, all innocence.
"The outfit. It's having an effect on me. A particular part of me." Cynthia gulped as I told her and her eyes strayed to the rapidly growing bulge in my trousers.
"I'm afraid I am still a little bit sore," She said, looking a bit worried now.
"Look. I'm not going to do anything that might hurt you so why don't you change back into everyday clothes. You can try that outfit again when you're feeling less, shall we say inhibited. If you know what I mean," I said to her and she disappeared back into the bedroom, presumably to change her clothes.
She emerged a few minutes later wearing her jeans and a polo top. "Sorry. I didn't know they would have such an effect on you."
"That's O.K. You looked very sexy in them though."
"Did you think so? I've never thought about myself being sexy before. Emma says I'm not."
"Well, that's just Emma and perhaps you don't appeal to her. But you do appeal to me I can assure you. And most red blooded men would agree with me," I told her. "Are you hungry yet?" I asked her. It was gone six and we hadn't eaten since lunchtime.
"Actually I am. I'm starving." She told me.
"Right. Let's make some dinner then. Can you pour me a beer and yourself a glass of wine?" And we set to, cooking some chicken, a couple of lamb koftas and cous-cous with roasted vegetables. I picked some pittas out from the freezer to defrost and pulled the hummous from the fridge. The falafel were shop bought but from a Middle Eastern Supermarket and were very good considering they weren't home-made. The chicken had been drenched in Olive oil, lemon juice and garlic and allowed to marinate for a while so I could prepare and cook the veggies. It took an hour but when everything was completed the table was full and smelled fantastic.
Cynthia had poured the drinks and I drank my beer while she sipped her ice cold Chardonnay, yes, she had actually tried another wine. "I did buy something else at the Trafford Centre, but not today and I'll show you that after dinner, and what I can do with it." This sounded very mysterious and I was intrigued as to what it might be. I had to wait though. We finally sat down to eat and kept going until we were both full, and there was still a lot of food on the table. "That was fantastic," Cynthia said to me, sounding surprised. "You're full of surprises Steve." She reddened after she used my name. I laughed. "It's O.K. for you. I have to call you Dr. Earle at work and it's difficult to get used to calling you Steve when we're alone together."
"I know Cynthia," I told her. "It's just funny that's all. I like you calling me Steve. Really. It's the blushing I'm laughing at."
"And you can call me Cynthia whenever. It's not fair," She snapped.
She sat there looking at me. Almost as if she was measuring me for what she wanted to do next and she stood up, telling me, "I'll be back in a minute." I waited patiently and she reappeared with a plastic bag. Pulling it open she drew out a large bright pink dildo and she covered it with a shiny thick liquid.
"What are you going to do with that? And what's the goo on it?" I asked her. If she was still sore, then surely she wasn't going to use it on herself. She didn't reply, simply putting it to her mouth and sliding backwards and then forwards, keeping going until it was 6-7 inches down her throat without a hint of a gag or any choking. "Don't tell me, you've been practising?"
Pulling it out she nodded. "Emma told me to, but the deal is you have to do the same thing for me," She said with a definite twinkle in her eyes. "I am too sore for your, well you know: so I thought we could try something else. Maybe. And the goo was a flavoured lube; I think that's what it was called. Anyway. Want to try?"
I didn't answer, simply pushing her onto the sofa and lifting her legs so I could pull her jeans off, which I did slowly revealing a pair of white panties. I gently and slowly pulled them off as well and pushed her legs apart. "Do you want the lights off?" She shook her head as my mouth approached her labia. I separated them with my finger and stroked her clitoris feeling her wetness. She let out a quiet gasp as I swept my finger over it. Using my finger still I gently massaged it for a minute, eliciting gasps from her as she closed her eyes. She placed her hands on the back of my head and wrapped her legs around me as well, pulling me harder into her and so I started licking her clit, pushing my tongue deeply into her vagina. It took several minutes and she came. Her body stiffened and then she ached her back and gasped loudly as she reached her peak as a stream of her juices spurted onto my face, then slowly settled back as she came down from her high, relaxing her grip on my head. She lay back, her legs over my shoulders, not moving. "That felt fantastic," She said, quite simply. "You can do that for me anytime. That felt sexy, just watching you."
"My turn now," I said, looking forward to this but worried she might not know to keep her teeth well away from my flesh. I wondered about the spurt of juices: I'd never experienced that before. Evidence that she had enjoyed a hard orgasm perhaps.
