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Subject: story: "JIM AND CINDY" (m/f/cons/adultery) PART 1
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JIM AND CINDY
PART 1
It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A
rough year. Being a single parent is no picnic, but we
managed. I have a 15 year old daughter and a son who is 13
and they have been very helpful. One thing they haven't
been able to help me with is meeting my sexual needs. When
you've been married for 17 years like I was, you come to
take some things for granted. Like the availability of a
willing and able partner to share the joy of making love.
Like I said, it had been a rough year. Until last week
when things got better ... and worse.
I had stayed home from work to do some things around the
house that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of
a "mental health" day rather than a vacation or legal
holiday. The kids were in school, so I had the house to
myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the front
doorbell ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to
answer it.
"Hi Jim. Can I come in?"
It was Cindy, who had been my wife's best friend. I
couldn't imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but
I also couldn't think of a good reason not to let her in.
"Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?"
"That'd be great, thanks."
I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room
and sat down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy
chair. It was a warm, late Spring day and she had on a
pair of shorts and a halter top which did little to conceal
the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy is 40, but
you'd never know it. She has the body of a 20 year old and
she knows how to show it off. It used to bug Lana (my
wife) sometimes when she'd come over in one of her special
outfits, but Lana didn't have anything to worry about in
the looks department herself, so it was never a real
problem. Cindy has dark brown hair and brown eyes, stands
about 5-5 and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has
tight curves.
She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.
"I suppose you're wondering why I came over this morning."
"Well, yes, I guess you could say that."
"I need your help with a problem."
"Oh?" I was thinking to myself that she should be having
this conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated
that.
"Bob can't help me with this problem. In fact, he's the
problem, or at least part of it."
"Sounds to me like you need a marriage counsellor."
"Bob would never go. And besides, we can't afford it right
now."
"So, how do you think I can help?"
"Well, " she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the
point of making some startling statement, "I want you to
help Bob perform better sexually."
The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten
degrees. It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the
window across the room seemed very loud. I looked at
Cindy, but she was looking at her hands which were folded
at her knees.
"In what way?"
"Bob doesn't believe a man should perform oral sex on a
woman, though he doesn't mind asking me to perform it on
him."
"You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I never
would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I
had always gotten along well, though I wouldn't say that
our relationship had been as close as Cindy and Lana's had
been.
To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling
a little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn't
give her head. I supposed that she just wanted me to talk
to him about it, try to convince him of the error of his
ways.
I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as
Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs
up under her and twisted to face me.
"Does he satisfy you in other ways?"
"Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I
have orgasms most of the time. But it's very frustrating
to hear about other women whose husbands and boyfriends
give head when mine won't. We argue about it more and more
now. We haven't had sex for about a month."
"Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends."
"Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with
each other. She knew about Bob's reluctance and she wanted
to tell you about it, but I wouldn't let her. She also
told me what a wonderful lover you were and how she had
multiple climaxes every time you two got it on. She
especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you
gave her head. Did you really do it for an hour at a time
... until she begged you to stop because she couldn't
stand any more?"
"I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a
little embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had
thought to be private matters, "but I know she liked that,
and I used to really enjoy giving her pleasure in that way.
Damn, I miss that woman."
I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great
times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to
fuck and we did it as often as possible. I knew of some
marriages where after the kids came along, the wife would
lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In fact, the day she was
killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a little
"afternoon delight." Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an
end to my beautiful wife and our wonderful marriage.
Still, whenever I thought of Lana and the good times we
had, my prick would spring to life and I would get a
powerful urge to go and jack off just to relieve the
pressure. Usually, I resisted.
I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and
put her arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest.
"I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?"
I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes.
I still can't explain or excuse what happened next, but
suddenly our lips met, my arms went around her, and we were
kissing. Not the way friends iss, but like lovers. Soon
our tongues got into the act and we each began a slow,
passionate exploration of the other's mouth.
Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.
"I need you to do more than talk to Bob," Cindy whispered
breathlessly. "I'm as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A
month without any sex has me just about headed for the
loony bin. Please Jim, go down on me."
By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the
fabric of the shorts I was wearing and my balls had taken
over my brain. Not having had sex for a year, I nearly
ripped her clothes off right there and fucked her brains
out. I did have the self-discipline remaining to escort
her to my bedroom, however, and we were soon naked on my
large, lonely, king size waterbed, where we resumed kissing
and each began a gentle anatomy survey.
"What a cock you have, Jim. It's even bigger than Bob's."
"I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock."
"I'm hoping to get some of each."
"All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let's
have a look at you," I smiled as I pulled away from her to
examine her nude form. She smiled back and seemed to enjoy
my visual inspection as she moved this way and that to show
her body to its best advantage. I just loved the way her
tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out even
though she was laying on her back. Her nipples were large
and hard, sticking straight up from the base of her
comparatively small and very dark areolas. Her narrow
waist and flat tummy lead down to a set of perfectly shaped
hips and long, handsomely formed legs. I did see one small
problem however. "I think that I can see one reason why
Bob is a little reluctant to go down on you," I said
pointing to the thick, heavy thatch of pubic hair at the
junction of Cindy's thighs, "One of the secrets of good
oral sex, in my humble opinion, is a trim pubic patch, or
better yet, no pubic patch at all. Don't go away, I'll be
right back."
I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my
barbering tools, remembering activities which had become
almost a ritual for Lana and me.
"Didn't Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat
down there?" I asked as I arranged everything to my
satisfaction.
"Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you
planning to shave off all of my pussy hair?"
"No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral sex.
Actually, it's not that much more than many women do in
order to wear those string bikinis."
She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her
ass and used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark bush
until only a short stubble remained on the area I intended
to shave. The other area, at the very top of her pubic
mound, I trimmed only slightly for the sake of neatness.
Then, after using a warm, wet washcloth to moisten the area
to be shaved, I applied a thick coating of a special
shaving jell for sensitive skin and went to work with my
razor. When I was finished, she had a tiny patch of pubic
hair left on the top of her mound, but the rest was as bare
and smooth as a baby's butt. I placed a mirror in front of
her pussy and let her have a look at my handiwork. I also
got rid of the towel and my tools while she conducted her
inspection.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever
really taken a look at myself down there." She worked the
folds of her pussy open with her fingers to examine herself
more closely. Her inner lips were swollen with excitement
and protruded beyond the thick outer lips. I began to
massage the area with a special, soothing, oil. Cindy laid
back on the bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving
me complete access. Finishing the massage with some gentle
strokes to both sets of pussy lips, I removed the towel and
shaving paraphanalia and got ready for the job at hand, or
should I say mouth.
I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her
knees back a little, and placed myself between them. She
had a beautiful cunt, and she was hot for a good fucking.
Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right at the top of
her pubic mound, then, moving down, I bypassed the seat of
her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides
of her thighs, switching from one side to the other,
bathing my senses in the silken feel of her skin, the taste
of her light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement pouring
from her frothy cunt.
Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom
off the bed and began to kiss those firm globes,
occasionally nipping them lightly with my teeth. She was
trembling with excitement and, I believe, a little
frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I wanted her
to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I
continued to tease her.
"C'mon, Jim," she moaned, "don't tease me like that."
"Like what?"
"You know what I want ... please."
"Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you
say it."
She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating
slightly as she sought to press her pussy into my face.
She did not want to say the words, but I was determined to
make her say them. I continued to kiss and nip the area
all around her now superheated sex flesh with out
contacting it directly.
"Lick me," she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.
"Nooooo ... lick my .... lick ... lick my ..."
"Lick your what Cindy?"
"Lick my ... pussy," she gasped.
I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was now
leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant which
crawled slowly down her ass crack from the base of her
pussy, leaving a shiny trail across her tightly puckered
back door. The strong, musky flavor of her sex was like a
narcotic for me, and one which I had gone too long without.
I began to slowly, but very firmly, massage her major labia
with my tongue, working first one side and then the other.
Cindy liked this very much, which she indicated by pushing
her hips up off the bed to increase the pressure. I
continued the tongue massage for a few minutes and then
switched tactics, taking as much of one of her thick outer
pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on
it. The thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was
newly responsive, and taking it between my lips also caused
me to come into contact with the super sensitive inner
surface of her major labial folds with my lips and tongue
which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked.
Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from
deep in the back of her throat. I thought she was going to
come right there and I hadn't even gotten to her clit yet.
The scene reminded me so much of the many times I had done
this to Lana that I almost began to weep.
Cindy's eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two
handfuls of bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant
motion now, making it a real challenge for me to stay with
her. Her breathing was ragged between clenched teeth as
her first orally induced orgasm approached.
I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking
them into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch,
causing her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me,
working them with my tongue. Meanwhile, I was also using
the index finger of my right hand to very gently caress the
outer edges of her inner labia, very carefully avoiding her
clit. Her own juices and my saliva had combined to make a
real swamp out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on
the bed beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste and
smell of feminine flesh, and her moans became a symphony of
sexual thirst.
She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from
side to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was
mumbling about how good it felt and how close she was to
coming.
Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched
tactics and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all
around her inner pussy lips, brushing her clitoral ridge,
without touching the hypersensitive tip, on each pass.
Occasionally, I would use the flat of my tongue to lick the
slick flesh between those inner lips and the thicker outer
lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was attacking
with my mouth. She began to come, her whole body tensing
into something like the rictus of death, then relaxing,
then tensing again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook
her. As soon as I felt her start to come, I immediately
began to flick the head of her very erect, very large
clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Cindy
screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad
the windows were closed or else the whole neighborhood
would have been able to hear her.
My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a
little and let her come down, still maintaining contact
with my tongue and lips, but avoiding direct contact with
her clit for the moment, noting that it had retracted back
into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm and
erect underneath its protective covering. Her body was
still undulating, though not with the force of a few
moments ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers
running through my hair. She apparently thought I was
done.
Boy was she ever wrong.
I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down
at me from between her high, proud, breasts, a dreamy smile
of sexual satisfaction on her face.
"Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I've ever
experienced."
"Well, I'm a little out of practice, but thank you anyway.
Now lay back and relax. I'm not done eating yet."
"Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean
there's more?"
"Lana wasn't kidding when she told you these sessions
lasted a long time. I am a man who really enjoys going
down on a woman, particularly a woman who tastes as good as
you."
Without waiting for a response, I began once again to
massage her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time,
I added something new. Using the index and middle fingers
of my right hand, I probed the depths of her vagina,
pressing upward, searching for what I knew would be there,
and finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried
beneath her vaginal roof, better known as the Grafenburg
Spot. I was sure that she had never been given a g-spot
orgasm before, and I meant to show her what that experience
was like. I was also hoping that she shared a trait with
my late wife, who had been a prolific female ejaculator.
(NOTE: I am not trying to restart the female ejaculation
thread, at least not in this group. If you want to argue
about it, e-mail me instead.)
Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my
fingertips, pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh.
Meanwhile, I was using my tongue to firmly, yet gently,
caress the area along either side of her clitoral ridge,
thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.
"Oh, Jim ... that's good. What are you doing ... I've
never felt anything like this ... Oh yeah .... finger
fuck me ... lick my clit ... make me come ..." Cindy
began moaning and mumbling snatches of words and phrases
like these as I once again pushed her up the ladder towards
orgasm.
Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as
much of her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to
spend a little time at her clit and a little time probing
the opening of her little piss hole right at the top of her
vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed, though it must
have been about four minutes or so, she was at the edge of
a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I suddenly felt the
inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers just as
her piss hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide
and spurting a jet of womanly fluid into my waiting mouth.
I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to work
her g-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of which
escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid
streamed past my lips. This was a taste I had missed, and
once again I nearly wept at the memories it brought back.
I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn at its mother's
breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I
slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching
vagina and licked off the thick coating of her lubricant
which had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last,
lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her legs to
lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my hand
over her pubic mound and gently massaged the entire area.
"I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?"
Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a
comment," You can say that again. Jim, I've read about the
g-spot, but reading and experiencing are two different
things. For just a moment I thought I was pissing into
your mouth, but I was too far gone to care. I didn't piss
on you, did I?"
I laughed. "No, you didn't piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman can
do that. Lana could, and I didn't know if you could or
not. You can have a g-spot orgasm without shooting your
come, but I was hoping you would be a shooter. I just
can't get enough of that stuff."
She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the
excess pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long,
deep kiss.
"Now it's your turn," she said, smiling mischievously.
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