Cindy Needed It

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Cyndi44
Cyndi44
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We were very much a typical middle class, empty nest couple in our mid-fifties. Both Cindy and I had been previously married to others. We had also been divorced and single for awhile before we met. We had been married to each other for 12 wonderful years. She was 3 years younger than me and certainly more attractive. Another difference was height. She was just over 5'0" while I was a foot and a half taller. Though she had put on a little weight since we married, every pound was placed perfectly. Topping it off was a stylish short cut of her naturally blonde hair and her lovely face only slightly touched by time.

Things were good. We were doing well in our careers and on track for a comfortable retirement. We looked forward to doing a little travel. Cindy would spend time searching antique stores and I would have more time to pursue my long-time photography hobby.

She worked as a bank officer and I was a construction worker. My work was hot in summer and cold in winter and dirty all the time. As a side job, I photographed a wedding or two now and then.

Cindy also moonlighted at the local mall most evenings after her day job. We weren't penny pinchers, but we wanted to retire as comfortably as we could. As I said, a typical working couple getting by.

Our lives were not perfect by any means. I hated my construction job, but it paid well and had good benefits. Cindy's bank had been sold to another bank, and she feared being swept out as some other employees had been. Just the typical gripes and fears that most people endured.

Typical, that is, until Cindy noticed my right arm. Not that she hadn't noticed that I had two arms. What caught her attention was the fact that my left arm would swing while I walked but the right arm didn't. I blew it off, but she was like a bulldog with a bone. But I put off going to get it checked out until I caught myself using my left hand more than normal.

To make a long story short, I found out that I had Parkinson's Disease. It is an insidious disease — one that continues to take and take until there is nothing left. It affects everyone differently. In my case, it knocked me down rather quickly. To be honest, the Parkinson's had help in that regard. Genetics and a life of physical labor gave me bum hips. After having blood clots in my lungs (twice) no surgeon would do the hip replacement surgery. It took all of the above to put me in a wheelchair.

Of course, that put an end to my construction job. I was able to retire, but not as comfortably as we had planned. Cindy continued working, with the added burden of caring for me after work. That meant leaving her side job.

And to make matters worse, our sex life became all but nonexistent. At first it was my painfully arthritic hips, later it was the many powerful meds that made me unable to perform. Despite prescriptions for Viagra and other ED drugs there was little or no response. While I was still able to use other means to such as fingers, tongue and toys it just wasn't the same. I know it wasn't for me and was sure it wasn't the same for her, either.

Although Cindy was understanding I could tell that the stress of her job and caring for me was taking it's toll on her. And the stress of being in this chair constantly was taking it's toll on me as well. Though I tried very hard to not be a burden to her, I still felt that I was at fault for the distress I saw in her face. And that's how things stayed. That is, until I finally realized what she was missing—a hard cock. With my problem, there was only one way to accomplish that. She was no virgin when we married for sure. So I mulled over the solution to that dilemma.

I won't lie and say that I had never thought of this before my handicapped days. Years earlier I had subscriptions to a couple of porn magazines. One was well known for it's letters that all seemed to begin with "You ain't gonna believe this shit." One recurring theme was husbands who got off on watching their wife getting fucked by another man. I especially gravitated to the one where the husband ate the wife's 'creampie,' the other guy's cum from her freshly fucked pussy. I certainly was not gay, but certainly curious. These letters really turned me on. Since I wasn't married at the time, I wasn't sure why they had so much appeal to me. When I thought of my current situation the letters came to mind. I realized how big the risk was of making her mad at me. So I kept that idea tucked away, just waiting for that perfect time to make the suggestion. That perfect time came soon and unexpectedly.

Most of our conversations those days consisted of her describing the soap opera that went on in her bank. Who was getting married, whose kids were in trouble in school, whose dog had worms. It bored me most of the time. Sometimes an interesting nugget would pop up.

"Julie got asked out on a date. Can you believe it? Then Sharon told everyone she's pregnant."

"W-wait a minute, you mean that not so attractive lady across the way from your desk? Isn't she married?"

Cindy was a bit surprised. I usually didn't react to her tales of the bank women.

"Yes. It's a minor scandal. She said they just went to dinner and that was it."

"How does her husband feel about that, or does he even know."

"I don't think he knows, I'm sure she wouldn't tell him."

"The way you hens cackle about everything, it might as well be on the front page of the newspaper. "

"I suppose he may know, or he will find out about it sometime. After all it was just dinner."

"If you're sure it's only dinner then I guess it's OK. But what if it was more. Do you think she fucked him?

"I don't know. Why are you so interested her story?"

"You always want me to be more interested in your work. Well I'm interested. By the way how is Sarah's dog doing?

"You don't give a flying burrito about Sarah's dog. You want to know more about Julie I'm sure"

"Yeah sure. Why would anyone ask her for a date? She is borderline ugly and dresses 10 years older than she is. And she's married. He certainly didn't ask her just for dinner."

"Well, I suppose you're right. But why would she want to be with someone else?"

"I'm sure there are many reasons. Horniness, boredom, the thrill of the chase, hell, it may have even been her husband's idea."

"So that's it! You like the idea of him knowing."

"Well, yes I suppose so. It is something I have thought about, You know, especially since I've been in this condition."

She knew of my frustration and I'm sure she had her own.

"You know, if someone were to ask you out, I suppose it would be OK for you to go."

"You are totally nuts. You would really want me to do that? Go out with some random guy. Have dinner and then, whatever. Do you think I'm some kind of tramp?"

"No, certainly not. I'm just saying if you ever get asked; what would you do?"

"Who said I haven't been asked? I have been asked out more than once. And for your information I've never cheated on you."

"I believe you. But who is asking you out. I would like to know. I should've realized someone as beautiful as you would get hit on quite a bit. You are always dressed nice, you have great legs, and you certainly fill out your bra."

"Thanks, I think. But for your information a couple guys that work with me have asked. A few customers at the bank and at the mall. If you must know, men hit on everybody."

"Yes I know men are pigs. Oink oink. Remember I'm a man, or at least used to be."

That softened her up somewhat.

"Of course you're still a man. But what is this talk about me dating? Is that what you really want? "

"When you mentioned your coworker screwing some guy it got me to thinking that maybe you miss the real thing."

"Well you could just get that notion out of your head right now. I am quite OK with things the way they are."

Feeling that this was a good time to retreat I mumbled a quick apology. All in all, I felt it went pretty well. It at least got her thinking. Later that evening I overheard her in the bedroom, apparently giving her favorite dildo a vigorous workout. Yes, the message was definitely received!

************

A couple of months later we had still not brought up the topic of her dating and possibly fucking someone else. I was smart enough to not push my luck. My patience was rewarded.

"It happened!"

I was not thinking of our previous conversation.

"What happened?" I was hoping to hear something to do with the fantasy.

"I was asked out!"

She had my full attention.

"Who, how."

"A customer at the bank. I had seen him in there before, I suppose he had been checking me out. He finally came up to my desk. He made a little small talk then he asked if I wanted to have dinner with him sometime. It was sooo tempting — he was good looking and a lot younger. But I said no."

"Sounds like you should have said yes."

"I love you and only you. I couldn't do that."

"I know that you do. But what's the harm in getting dinner?"

"You know good and well what he will want in exchange for that dinner."

"If you mean he will want to take you to a hotel, undress you, then lay you back on the bed and put his hot, hard cock in your tight, wet pussy."

"Oh god. You make it sound like no big deal"

I ran my hand up her thigh, up under her skirt, Her panties were definitely wet. I pulled them aside and easily slipped three fingers into her wet cunt. Her pussy squeezed tightly as she orgasmed very quickly.

"It would seem someone needs a good fucking."

"I can't do that. It would get around as I would be so embarrassed."

"How about we go out of town? Remember the hotel we stayed at in Springfield? The hotel bar was rather cozy."

"Yes I remember. Guys were offering to buy me drinks, even with you standing there. And come to think of it, you just stood there."

"With a hard on, I might add. It turned me on watching men hit on you. You might remember when we were back in the room."

"Yes, I do. You were quite the stud that night. So that was the reason? I just thought it was the new perfume. But you were thinking of me with one of those guys?"

"Oh yes. But as I remember, you were pretty turned on yourself. Admit it, you were thinking the same thing."

Cindy just smiled.

"I think it's time for a little road trip. What do you say we go to Springfield next weekend?"

"I'll go. I like the shopping and restaurants there. But I won't guarantee anything else happening."

I was ecstatic. This was moving faster than I ever anticipated. I had a feeling that once she was in the bar she would loosen up.

"That's all I can ask. You do know that I'm doing this for you as well."

"Yes I do. You really don't have to. I mean I'm OK without. You have talented fingers!"

"Be that as it may, why don't you take the credit card when we get there and get a new outfit. Something short and sexy. Maybe then my fingers can get a rest."

She didn't answer, she just gave my arm a soft punch and walked off.

********

We drove up to Springfield on a Friday evening. It was sort of late when we got there so we just called it a night and got some rest. The next day Cindy went shopping leaving me at the hotel. Although we have a wheelchair van, it is a royal pain to get in and out of it, so I just stayed where I was. I did roll down to the bar to see if it was as I remembered. Even during the day it was doing a nice business, fairly full of guys watching sports on the numerous TVs that ringed the bar. It was almost too full for me to get a table, and getting into a barstool was out of the question. A guy sitting alone noticed my predicament and offered to share his table with me.

"Thank you so much. Most people just ignore guys in a chair."

"You're very welcome. I have a cousin who is in a wheelchair as well, so i'm glad to be of help. I'm Steve by the way."

"Steve, i'm Robert. My wife Cindy and I are just up here for the weekend. She's out shopping spending all my money."

"Well I don't have a wife to spend my money, so I have to do it myself. I was up here to play some golf but my partner pulled out at the last minute and I hate playing alone. So I thought I would just stay at the hotel and watch some football"

So, he was single and staying at this hotel. Cindy liked tall guys with short hair. Steve fit the image and was a few years younger. This had possibilities.

The afternoon went on with us watching a couple of college football games. We both favored opposite teams so we bet a couple beers on the games. We had several things in common that we could talk about so the time flew by. As it grew closer to the time I needed to go back to the room, I made a decision.

"Steve, I have to get going pretty soon. But there's something I want to run by you first. This is kind of a tough subject to bring up. So the best way is to just blurt it out. Forgive me for being blunt, but I would like for you to sleep with my wife. There I said it"

Steve's jaw visibly dropped. He was shocked but recovered quickly.

I explained our situation, telling him about my health issues and of her reluctance. I explained that we were here to get her laid and I didn't want her to be disappointed. I told him that he was free to do anything she also agreed to, but she was not to know that I set this up. I told him we would be back there at the bar at 9 o'clock and that she would be the cute short blonde sitting at the bar. He would then buy her drinks and try to seduce her. She would be wearing her wedding ring so not to hide the fact that she's married. If he were successful in convincing her to go to the room then she would mention me and that I would be present while they fucked. It was a lot for him to take in but of course he agreed.

I returned to the room a few minutes before Cindy. She came in with several bags including the distinctive Victoria's Secret bag. That was a good sign.

"It looks like we did some shopping. What in that little Vicky's Secret bag?"

She did not answer that, but I can see she's been busy. Her hair has been done and it looks like she had a fresh manicure. More good signs,

Before leaving for dinner she took a bath and dressed in the bathroom. I noticed she had taken her Victoria's Secret bag with her. When she came out she was wearing a stunning new little black dress. It was breath-taking. Sleeveless, short and low cut. And was that her nipples poking the fabric? Seamed black stockings and black stiletto heeled shoes topped the outfit off. I had not seen her this dolled up in many years. I could not help but let out a soft whistle.

"You don't dress up like this for me very often."

'Well, you don't hand out the credit card that often."

"If this is the result I may have to do it more. You look fantastic!"

On our last trip we ate at a great little Italian restaurant near the hotel, so we decided to go there again. The meal was great again. I notice her getting approving looks from the men in the restaurant,

On the drive back to the hotel, her trepidation seemed to return again.

"I don't know if I want to go to the bar. Let's just go to the room. I can show you what I had in that Victoria's Secret bag"

"Just tell me one thing—were you thinking of me when you bought what was in the bag?"

"Yes, no, kinda"

"That's what I thought. Let's have a couple drinks at the bar And if nothing happens, we can go back to the room."

"Oh, all right. Two drinks and no guarantees."

That's all I needed to hear. When we got to the bar, it was still fairly crowded. Steve was still sitting at the same table. When he saw Cindy, his jaw dropped again. I gave him a sly wink.

As Cindy and I had discussed before, she took a seat at the bar while I found an empty table where I could watch her in action. Almost instantaneously, Steve was standing next her, buying her a drink. She nervously looked towards me, but was soon wrapped up in their conversation. As the night wore on, they moved closer and closer to each other, oblivious to anyone else. At one point he rested his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it under her dress, certainly far enough to reach above her stockings. She looked at me again and this time so did he.

The bars in this town close at midnight so about quarter til 12 Cindy walked over to my table and told me that his name is Steve and he was ready to go to our room and didn't mind if I watched. Wow she had overcome her reluctance rather nicely.

She introduced me to Steve and we both pretended we didn't know each other. I followed behind as we headed to the elevator. As they walked, Steve's hand dropped from her shoulder to the small of her back, then down to the top of her ass. When he moved it further down and cupped the bottom of her ass cheeks I then knew this was for real. At that point I was the one who was a little nervous.

In the privacy of the elevator they embraced and kissed. My nervousness had passed. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him tug the hem of her dress up high enough that I could see her Victoria's Secret panties. Not a thong but a very transparent black panty that showed the dark outline of her ass clearly. Steve was in for a treat! By the time our elevator reached our floor, Steve had a double handful of Cindy's ass. We were all so caught up in moment that we had to ride the elevator to the lobby and back up just because we didn't step out at our floor. An older couple got in at the bottom. Cindy and Steve continued through it all. By now his hands were inside the back of her sheer panties. The other couple appeared uncomfortable. At least the wife did. The husband enjoyed the show. I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended ignorance.

The couple disembarked on a lower floor with the wife dragging her leering husband. I had a feeling the old guy would have no trouble getting it up and giving his prudish wife a thorough fucking. I was betting he wouldn't even wait to get into bed. He would bend the bitch over a chair and rip her voluminous panties off before slamming his cock into that loose pussy all the way to his wrinkled balls. She would ask him if seeing that shameless slut made him horny. He would answer by ramming harder and deeper before shooting his load deep in her cunt. The mental picture was interrupted by the ding that indicated we were back at our floor. My wife and our new friend came up for air long enough to get out of the elevator.

Unfortunately, by the time they got out I was unable to get to the door fast enough and soon embarked on another trip to the lobby. When I went past the 4th floor I imagined the older lady frantically sucking the man's cock trying to coax a repeat performance. Between sucks she was reminding him of how hot it was to see Steve's hands on Cindy's ass with his fingertips exploring her pussy.

Soon I was back to my floor. I was so nervous that I had to try the key card three times before getting it right, but I finally got in.

Steve and Cindy were on a small sofa. Still fully clothed but they were rubbing and groping each other totally oblivious to my arrival. Soon Steve worked his hand under the bottom of her dress. Apparently he found his target because Cindy stiffened up and moaned, her usual response when I would slip my fingers inside her pussy. He speeded up his finger fucking motion. I could imagine how good her pussy felt.

She lifted her hips and he grabbed the wispy panties and pulled them down her nylon covered legs and over her feet. He reached around and unzipped her dress. Soon the top part of the dress was to her waist, exposing her Victoria's Secret bra. It was a half bra that cradled her tits half way, leaving the nipples exposed. I know she didn't buy it with me in mind. She unsnapped it and tossed it aside. She stood up and wiggled the rest of the way out of her dress.

Now she stood naked except for a garter belt, stockings and high heels. In front of a horny stranger!

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