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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,421
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
Work the next day dragged on forever. I couldn’t wait to get home. It didn’t help that I hated my job. I was a receiving manager at a local department store…a temporary stopgap job.
Finally, my shift ended, and I broke at least three traffic laws on the way home. When I pulled in, Cindy’s car was gone, and my disappointment was palpable. When I opened the door, however, the TV was on.
“Hi honey!” Cindy called, getting up off the couch, and giving me a hug at the door.
“Hey,” I said. “Where’s your car, where’s Mary?”
“Gone to run an errand. She’ll be back in a little while,” Cindy said. She bit her lip and looked up at me. “How was work?”
“Long,” I said. “What’s wrong? You’ve got that look in your eye.”
“Well, it’s just…I mean. I know I’m having a good time too, it’s just, with Mary…and…”
Nobody ever accused me of being stupid. So I grabbed Cindy and lifted her up and set her on the kitchen table, where I could look her in they eye. She gave a little yelp when I did so, but she grew silent as I looked at her seriously. “Cindy, I love you. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. This thing with Mary, isn’t going to change that. We’re just having fun, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” I kissed her, gently at first, but she twined her arms around me and held me close, and the kiss became something more, eager, demanding.
“Show me,” Cindy breathed into my ear.
“Gladly,” I said, slipping my hands under her shirt, and unclipping her bra. She held her hands over her head, while I lifted off her shirt and bra. I leaned down and latched onto one of her nipples, eliciting little tiny gasps of pleasure. Cindy fumbled with my belt, and shortly, my pants were around my ankles, and she had a hand down my boxers, fondling my cock.
I kissed her again, hot and passionate, while I undid her pants. She had to hop down off the table briefly while she shimmied out of them…she wasn’t wearing panties, and this made me growl with delight.
“Mary and I didn’t figure we needed them, especially after this morning,” she said.
“You’ll have to tell me all about it,” I said, lifting her back up on the table.
“Well,” she said, lifting my shirt over my head. “After you left this morning, Mary felt like playing, so we took turns fucking each other with the vibrator…” Cindy said. “And then, I told Mary about the trick I learned. I put her cell phone on vibrate, put it in a condom and slipped it up her pussy. Then I kept calling her at random times during the day.” I groaned. “I think she left it in when she went out. Wanna call her?” Cindy asked mischievously.
“Fuck it,” I said. “I wanna fuck you.”
Cindy gasped in delight as I rammed my cock up her wet pussy. The kitchen table was just the right height for it. “Oh, Ed. God, yes Ed, fuck me.”
Rapidly, I pistoned in and out of her. We both looked down to watch the joining of our bodies, gasping. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Oh oh oh fuck!” Cindy shrieked, throwing her head back.
I kept pounding her. “Oh, baby, oh, Cindy, I love you.”
“I love you too, Ed,” she gasped. “Come for me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna come,” I grunned. “Right into you warm, wet cunt.” We almost always talked dirty when we made love.
“Come inside me,” she demanded, voice rising in pitch as she headed for another orgasm.
My groin was burning, and the room was filled with, grunts, groans, and the slap of flesh on flesh, as I pounded her, right there on the kitchen table. There was sweat forming on my flesh. I could feel my climax building.
“Oh God, yes, Ed!” Cindy screamed again. And I let go, shooting my hot load into her pussy.
We came down from our high slowly, Cindy running her fingers along my bare skin. I broke out in goosebumps every time I orgasmed, and she loved to feel them.
“I love you,” I said, kissing her gently.
“I love you too,” she replied, kissing my nose.
The door opened, and Mary walked in, carrying a bag from the grocery store. She arched an eyebrow when she saw us. “I see you got started without me,” she said, bemused. “That’s okay, I brought dinner.” She reached in her bag and drew out a can of spray whipped cream.
Finally, my shift ended, and I broke at least three traffic laws on the way home. When I pulled in, Cindy’s car was gone, and my disappointment was palpable. When I opened the door, however, the TV was on.
“Hi honey!” Cindy called, getting up off the couch, and giving me a hug at the door.
“Hey,” I said. “Where’s your car, where’s Mary?”
“Gone to run an errand. She’ll be back in a little while,” Cindy said. She bit her lip and looked up at me. “How was work?”
“Long,” I said. “What’s wrong? You’ve got that look in your eye.”
“Well, it’s just…I mean. I know I’m having a good time too, it’s just, with Mary…and…”
Nobody ever accused me of being stupid. So I grabbed Cindy and lifted her up and set her on the kitchen table, where I could look her in they eye. She gave a little yelp when I did so, but she grew silent as I looked at her seriously. “Cindy, I love you. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. This thing with Mary, isn’t going to change that. We’re just having fun, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” I kissed her, gently at first, but she twined her arms around me and held me close, and the kiss became something more, eager, demanding.
“Show me,” Cindy breathed into my ear.
“Gladly,” I said, slipping my hands under her shirt, and unclipping her bra. She held her hands over her head, while I lifted off her shirt and bra. I leaned down and latched onto one of her nipples, eliciting little tiny gasps of pleasure. Cindy fumbled with my belt, and shortly, my pants were around my ankles, and she had a hand down my boxers, fondling my cock.
I kissed her again, hot and passionate, while I undid her pants. She had to hop down off the table briefly while she shimmied out of them…she wasn’t wearing panties, and this made me growl with delight.
“Mary and I didn’t figure we needed them, especially after this morning,” she said.
“You’ll have to tell me all about it,” I said, lifting her back up on the table.
“Well,” she said, lifting my shirt over my head. “After you left this morning, Mary felt like playing, so we took turns fucking each other with the vibrator…” Cindy said. “And then, I told Mary about the trick I learned. I put her cell phone on vibrate, put it in a condom and slipped it up her pussy. Then I kept calling her at random times during the day.” I groaned. “I think she left it in when she went out. Wanna call her?” Cindy asked mischievously.
“Fuck it,” I said. “I wanna fuck you.”
Cindy gasped in delight as I rammed my cock up her wet pussy. The kitchen table was just the right height for it. “Oh, Ed. God, yes Ed, fuck me.”
Rapidly, I pistoned in and out of her. We both looked down to watch the joining of our bodies, gasping. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Oh oh oh fuck!” Cindy shrieked, throwing her head back.
I kept pounding her. “Oh, baby, oh, Cindy, I love you.”
“I love you too, Ed,” she gasped. “Come for me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna come,” I grunned. “Right into you warm, wet cunt.” We almost always talked dirty when we made love.
“Come inside me,” she demanded, voice rising in pitch as she headed for another orgasm.
My groin was burning, and the room was filled with, grunts, groans, and the slap of flesh on flesh, as I pounded her, right there on the kitchen table. There was sweat forming on my flesh. I could feel my climax building.
“Oh God, yes, Ed!” Cindy screamed again. And I let go, shooting my hot load into her pussy.
We came down from our high slowly, Cindy running her fingers along my bare skin. I broke out in goosebumps every time I orgasmed, and she loved to feel them.
“I love you,” I said, kissing her gently.
“I love you too,” she replied, kissing my nose.
The door opened, and Mary walked in, carrying a bag from the grocery store. She arched an eyebrow when she saw us. “I see you got started without me,” she said, bemused. “That’s okay, I brought dinner.” She reached in her bag and drew out a can of spray whipped cream.