Speaker 1: I stopped by your home in the evening to see
Speaker 1: how you were doing from that work accident. You sustained.
Speaker 1: Your wife welcomed me inside. She mentioned that you were
Speaker 1: still undergoing therapeutic massages at the hospital. The doctor recommended
Speaker 1: you remain for another week to ensure you had a
Speaker 1: superb recovery. It shook since you've been out. The entire
Speaker 1: work gang misses you, but I was glad to know
Speaker 1: you were doing okay. The hour was getting late, and
Speaker 1: I told Cynthia that I needed to be going, But
Speaker 1: then she asked if I wouldn't mind staying an hour
Speaker 1: to sort of keep her company. She said she had
Speaker 1: been distraught since she was in the house alone with herself.
Speaker 1: She missed your presence. That was evident. I figured what
Speaker 1: the hell and decided to do just that. Cynthia offered
Speaker 1: me a beer. If I'd known one was going to
Speaker 1: lead to a second, I likely wouldn't have accepted it.
Speaker 1: But I was such a fool not to have been
Speaker 1: aware of what your wife had in mind. She had
Speaker 1: herself a beer too, then settled in a lazy chair
Speaker 1: with her legs curled under her while your labrador pet
Speaker 1: snuggled beside her chair. A movie was playing on the TV,
Speaker 1: but we spent more time talking about you than anything else.
Speaker 1: She talked about how she always looked forward to whenever
Speaker 1: you invited me over on Saturdays to watch a football game,
Speaker 1: and reminded me of the time I helped with cleaning
Speaker 1: out the barbecue grill during the previous Fourth of July holiday.
Speaker 1: I tried to tell her I was only glad to
Speaker 1: have helped. You would think she would leave it at that,
Speaker 1: but then she continued about how strong I always looked
Speaker 1: compared to you, and how she wished you didn't have
Speaker 1: a beer get unlike me. It sounded weird, but I
Speaker 1: tried to put it off as nothing. I figured it
Speaker 1: was all in good faith. Cynthia later left her chair
Speaker 1: and came and knelt before me. This was while I
Speaker 1: was into my second beer and was still to feel
Speaker 1: a little light headed. She was caressing my thighs, telling
Speaker 1: me what a handsome man I was and how she
Speaker 1: wished her Darryl could be like me. I recognized where
Speaker 1: things were going and felt uncomfortable about it. Cynthia, we
Speaker 1: shouldn't do this. We shouldn't do what Ollie. Whatever it is,
Speaker 1: your thinking of doing it. Won't be good. Your husband
Speaker 1: won't like it. Of course he would, she said, before
Speaker 1: hitting me with a bombshell. I've already talked to Daryl
Speaker 1: about it, and he agrees what. She then produced her
Speaker 1: phone out of her pocket and dialed a number. A
Speaker 1: voice came on, and she offered me the phone. Go
Speaker 1: ahead and talk with Daryl. I told him already that
Speaker 1: you'll be here. I looked at her in disbelief, wondering
Speaker 1: whatever type of setup this was turning into. I accepted
Speaker 1: the phone and assumed this was some foul joke. Your
Speaker 1: voice came on. You asked if I was in your house,
Speaker 1: to which I said yes. You asked what, Cynthia woanding
Speaker 1: at the moment she was nimbly undoing my belt buckle.
Speaker 1: I mentioned this, expecting you to sound angry, except you didn't.
Speaker 1: What the fuck's going on here, Darrell, I asked, I
Speaker 1: don't want to end up doing something that I might
Speaker 1: regret later. You've got nothing to regret, buddy. Cynthia has
Speaker 1: always had a thing for you, and I'm way too
Speaker 1: incapacitated to be of service for her. I know this
Speaker 1: is going to appear awkward, and I had no other
Speaker 1: way beside this to go about it. I'd like you
Speaker 1: to go ahead and show Cynthia a good time. She's
Speaker 1: been wanting it since. Cynthia had loosened my belt, undone
Speaker 1: my jean buttons, and was attempting to wrestle my jeans
Speaker 1: down my waist. I was double minded whether to assist
Speaker 1: her or scramble out of her home. It took a
Speaker 1: split second to make my decision, as I then lifted
Speaker 1: myself off the chair and allowed her to do her
Speaker 1: thing while her husband kept talking into my ear. The
Speaker 1: doctors say I'm going to be out of it for
Speaker 1: another two weeks, buddy, Darryl droned on, I'll be home
Speaker 1: before then, but I'm going to require plenty of recuperation time. Hm.
Speaker 1: That sucks to hear, I replied, Yeah, it sure does.
Speaker 1: And nobody's going to suffer the most than Cynthia. I
Speaker 1: won't be capable of taking care of her in any
Speaker 1: way until I get better. Right now, I can't tell
Speaker 1: how long that will be. She's a good girl. She
Speaker 1: just needs plenty of sex to keep herself happy, know
Speaker 1: what I mean. Cynthia had my genes down to my
Speaker 1: ankles and had stopped to assist me out of my shoes,
Speaker 1: leaving only my pair of socks. It would be a
Speaker 1: real favor if you can help me out with making
Speaker 1: her feel happy. Darryl went on, you might not want
Speaker 1: to do it a second time. Frankly, you won't have to.
Speaker 1: But just this one time, I've heard you, Darrell, I said,
Speaker 1: figuring he had spoken enough. I'll see how well I
Speaker 1: can help out. Darrell's voice brightened. Good, that's all I
Speaker 1: wanted to hear from you, Ollie. Thanks a million, You're
Speaker 1: a genuine friend. I was stunned to hear him say that,
Speaker 1: and I then ended the call so as not to
Speaker 1: hear more and drop my phone on the table beside me.
Speaker 1: Cynthia lifted her tank top to expose her ample breasts
Speaker 1: and closed behind her bra She reached behind to unclasp it,
Speaker 1: and her thirty six deep pair of tits fell forward.
Speaker 1: She had lovely tan lines highlighting her tits. The sight
Speaker 1: of them got me eager to see what she looked
Speaker 1: like without her clothes. My erection was attentive to pussy
Speaker 1: and nodded towards her. She applied one hand to my shaft,
Speaker 1: and when that wasn't enough, brought a second and began
Speaker 1: stroking me, before then bringing her mouth to breathe on me.
Speaker 1: Cynthia gripped my cock like she was holding onto a
Speaker 1: tent pole, while sucking me with vigorous enthusiasm. She would
Speaker 1: stop to reach down and suck my balls, then return
Speaker 1: to choking on my meat. She had me gasping within minutes.
Speaker 1: I have to ask, is this how you and Darrell
Speaker 1: liked to play? I asked. Cynthia smiled and said, I
Speaker 1: promise if you do a good job fucking me tonight,
Speaker 1: then I'll let you in on a little secret. She
Speaker 1: allowed me to rise from the chair so I could
Speaker 1: get rid of my shirt. Cynthia grabbed my waist and
Speaker 1: kept planting her face against my pelvis, swallowing my entire
Speaker 1: shaft down her throat. She took it like a champ,
Speaker 1: like it was something she was born to do. Sex
Speaker 1: seemed to be something she was good at doing. We
Speaker 1: relocated to their bedroom. I was initially reluctant, but Cynthia
Speaker 1: drew me past the doorway, saying it was okay. Darrell
Speaker 1: isn't here to watch, she said, after discarding the remainder
Speaker 1: of her clothes and then pushed me to fall on
Speaker 1: the bed. She towered over me, caressing her tits with
Speaker 1: both hands, smiling while she did Tonight, it's only us,
Speaker 1: and I want you to give me everything you've got.
Speaker 1: Cynthia opened a bedside drawer and took out a packet
Speaker 1: of condoms. She tore through one wrapping and then enfolded
Speaker 1: it over my penis. I was about to ask why
Speaker 1: she had a condom pack in her drawer when she
Speaker 1: slid forward and sat on my penis. The warm enclosure
Speaker 1: of her pussy knocked further thoughts from my mind. I
Speaker 1: reached for her and assisted her with getting a better
Speaker 1: adjustment on my pelvis. As she then began grinding against me.
Speaker 1: Her hair fell repeatedly over her face as she reclined forward,
Speaker 1: resting on both hands, I caressed her supple body from
Speaker 1: her breasts down to her rib cage, and then further
Speaker 1: along the curvature of her figure, loving the way she
Speaker 1: responded to my touch. Never did it occur to me
Speaker 1: that such a day would happen when I would get
Speaker 1: to fuck my best friend's wife. I felt a sense
Speaker 1: of shame about it, yet there was comfort that my
Speaker 1: friend had given me the go ahead. The question I
Speaker 1: needed to know was why why me? Cynthia kissed me
Speaker 1: with passionate fervor. She breathed into my mouth just as
Speaker 1: her hips increased their pace. I matched her pace by
Speaker 1: thrusting harder against her buttocks, making her feel every ounce
Speaker 1: of my power. I was grunting heavily, too, and it
Speaker 1: made things all the more better. We were grinding and
Speaker 1: jerking against each other like an oiled machine, breathing and
Speaker 1: gasping in each other's faces. My hand reached down to
Speaker 1: grasp her thigh, and I then lifted myself and turned over.
Speaker 1: Cynthia's legs kicked into the air. When I landed on
Speaker 1: top of her, my cock fell out of her pussy,
Speaker 1: and I frantically reached down and shoved it back inside.
Speaker 1: I was breathing fast and heavy. I could feel blood
Speaker 1: pumping all over my body. With my brain telling me
Speaker 1: to make this work. I bucked my knees against her
Speaker 1: sides and got to pounding her good. Her pussy was
Speaker 1: too arousing and intoxicating for me to want to stop
Speaker 1: fucking it. I don't know if maybe that had to
Speaker 1: do with the beers I'd consumed, but for some reason,
Speaker 1: I was slamming her with every ounce of strength I
Speaker 1: could muster up until the point when I heard the
Speaker 1: condom break. Oh oh, I muttered, as I then withdrew
Speaker 1: from her pussy. My erection was engulfed in her pussy juice.
Speaker 1: Seems I broke it, I added, who fucking cares? Cynthia
Speaker 1: groaned irritably. She grabbed my penis, and I watched as
Speaker 1: she extracted the torn condom off me and threw it
Speaker 1: on to the floor. Get back to fucking me, buster.
Speaker 1: Her voice was commanding, and I didn't require further invitation
Speaker 1: My penis into her vagina, and we continued our rodeo
Speaker 1: pounding up until when I felt the inevitable about to happen.
Speaker 1: I wanted to pull out, but Cynthia locked her arms
Speaker 1: over my backside, including her legs over my ankles. That
Speaker 1: was the perfect indication that she was serious about wanting everything.
Speaker 1: I tried to think about my buddy and prayed he
Speaker 1: would forgive me for what I was about to do.
Speaker 1: I increased my pace until I tensed up and released
Speaker 1: myself inside my buddy's wife. We lay beside each other
Speaker 1: trying to catch our breath. The room was steamy and
Speaker 1: the bed wet from our sweat. I was about to
Speaker 1: get up, but Cynthia reached over and laid her arm
Speaker 1: across my chest, stopping me. Darrell and I haven't had
Speaker 1: this type of sex and years, she admitted. I was
Speaker 1: going to call it quits, but he kept begging me
Speaker 1: not to leave. I gave him an ultimatum that he
Speaker 1: either allowed me to fuck somebody or I was definitely quitting.
Speaker 1: I told him I'd always fancied you. This accident just
Speaker 1: happened at the right time, and I'm glad you stayed okay.
Speaker 1: But how come you weren't bothered about me condem breaking,
Speaker 1: Cynthia sighed, how else would you want me to know
Speaker 1: what a real man feels like? If I don't feel
Speaker 1: your com would you mind staying over? I never knew
Speaker 1: I was supposed to. You fucked me good, and I
Speaker 1: enjoyed every minute of it. She said, I think I'm
Speaker 1: going to need more