Long Cock Cynthia’S Business Trips
4 August 2008
Cynthia was away on another trip that weekend, and so when Artie and his wife invited me to join Susanne and them for dinner, I was happy to go along. At the end of the evening I volunteered to drive Susanne home. She asked me to come in for coffee, and we sat and talked. I heard about her divorce, and to my surprise I was incredibly tempted to tell her all about Cynthia and me.The day she returned I rushed home a little early from the office, and she met me at the door in her bathrobe with a drink and a smile. “Come in, baby, I brought you a little gift from my trip.”She took my surprised silence for a refusal, and after a few moments got up and said, “sorry, Rob. I can tell you’re not so crazy about the idea.”"I’m a pretty direct girl, Rob, so I hope you’ll forgive me. You’re a nice, funny, attractive man, and the fact is that it’s been months since I got laid and I’m horny as hell. I’m not a homewrecker, though, and I would never come on to you if you hadn’t made it clear that things weren’t so great at home.”I tried to make myself believe that my nights with Susanne were making me okay with your…adventures. But it didn’t work, Cyn.Cynthia was right about some of what she had said to me. She was always the most loving, affectionate, and sexually exciting wife a man could ask for. Both in bed and out, she went out of her way to please me. We had a terrific time together, both as lovers and friends; and when I looked at the marriages of some of my acquaintances and co-workers, there wasn’t a single one I was tempted to change places with.”And if that means I come home from my trips hornier than ever—well, you’ll just have to take your vitamins!” She gave me a grin, and I grabbed her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom.I had left the pictures in an envelope on our bed, so that when Cynthia came home from her trip there was no way she could miss them. I suspected she might call me at work, or even come storming into my office to confront me; but I wasn’t sure. There was a chance she wouldn’t do anything, or that she’d wait until I got home, or even that she’d just leave me.By the end of the night I learned that Susanne loved oral sex, and she liked to try different positions. The second time we did it reverse cowgirl, but with her leaning back against me and her legs stretched out next to mine. In this position I could keep one hand on a breast and the other stroking her clit, and she went crazy, humping against me and crying out as we both came furiously. Then we got a snack from the kitchen, she sucked me up again, and we were off and running.I took her in my arms and said, “let’s go to bed. We’re both exhausted, and we can talk more about this in the morning.”"Hi babe, it’s me,” I said. “Sorry I missed your call earlier, I stayed a little late at work. How are you?”There was nothing but quiet behind her as she spoke. “I’m fine, sweetie—just tired. I miss you already.”"I can hardly say ‘what the hell were you doing with that whore?’, can I? Or ‘how could you do this to me?’”How about we go get something at the Diner, and then come back here and talk some more?”
