Jim Had A Wonderful Day With Cindy

Cindy fell forward and I fell with her, and we lay on the bed together, my cock still embedded in her ass. We rolled on our sides and my gradually softening member began to withdraw until finally, the action of her rectal tissues forced it out completely and it plopped wetly against her thigh. I held Cindy close in my arms, nuzzling and kissing the back of her neck and her shoulders, my hand reaching around her body to gently stroke her belly and breasts. Our breathing was still somewhat labored from our excretions, and I could feel Cindy's body still shaking and quivering in the aftermath of her powerful orgasms.

Looking over her shoulder, I noted what appeared to be a tear crawling down her cheek. A stab of fear penetrated my guts at the thought that I might have hurt this beautiful woman who had given me such intense pleasure. "Cindy. Cindy. Are you all right," I asked turning her to at least partially face me.

"Yes, Jim. I'm OK. I'm crying because I've never felt as much pleasure as you've given me today. I'm crying because we may have started something that will be hard for us to control or stop. I'm crying because I have to go home to Bill now, and I know that he'll be able to tell that something is different. I don't know what's going to happen then. Just hold me, Jim, please."

Her words cut through me like a knife. By losing control of myself, had I caused heartache to another? Had I let my own needs and the sorrow of my own loss spoil the future for Bill and Cindy? One part of me hated Bill for not meeting the needs of this beautiful woman I was holding in my arms so tenderly, just moments after having pounded her nearly senseless with my manhood. Another part hated was disappointed with me for letting things go so far. The optimist within me said that things would all work out, somehow. And it wasn't even lunchtime yet.

Cindy extracted herself from my embrace, standing next to the bed, looking beautiful, a 'just fucked' expression on her flawless face. She was smiling, in spite of her tears, as she looked down at me. "You're a mess, Jim, and so am I. Can I use your shower?"

"Of course you can. Lots of clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

My stomach did a flip. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Why not? Jim, we can't deny what's happened between us. We've always been attracted to one another. Don't try to tell me you never fantasized about what it would be like to make love to me even while Lana was alive." I couldn't deny the truth of her words, and didn't attempt to protest further. But I didn't move off the bed either.

"Come on, Jim, let's go clean up and then we can decide what we're going to do about Bill." She reached out to me with her well manicured hands and favored me with one of her room lighting smiles. I melted inside and once more refused to think about consequences. Taking her hands in mine, I stood before her and we looked at one another for a moment. Then, we kissed. Not passionately, but tenderly, affectionately, like lovers. My arms were around her and I molded her body to mine, feeling her breasts press into me, her nipples still firmly erect, her passion still smoldering - but not out.

We broke the embrace by mutual consent and proceeded to the shower.

END :)