Cyndi Danced
Cyndi danced and danced, and twirled her hips around and
lifted her hair high over her head. She was a pretty girl,
not thin, but nice and curvy. At about 54, Cyndi was pure
sex with her softly bouncing blond hair and huge sparkling
eyes that were so blue they were almost turquoise in color.
She wore a thin, sly smile as she wiggled and writhed, barefoot
on the hardwood floor, dancing wickedly for my husband.
Cyndis husband, Mark, was nibbling a little too hard
on my left nipple. He seemed absorbed with the job, oblivious
to his wifes erotic motions just four feet away from where
he knelt in front of me. Ease up, I whispered gently while
holding his head between my two hands, and he did, but just
a little.
This was our fourth experience with another couple, and
I must admit that it was the first time that I had actually
felt jealous. How many times during the past week had Adrian
mentioned how much he liked Cyndi, and how well they had
connected at the club? I knew this was true. I could see it
in Adrians face, and I must admit that I did, and still do,
feel slightly threatened.
Would Adrian be happier with her? After all, she probably
cooks and cleans better than I do, and she certainly does
love to give blowjobs. This much was very clear to me even
though I had known Cyndi for such a short time.
I had only agreed to get together with Mark for Adrians
sake. I didnt want Adrian to miss out on a terrific experience
with Cyndi because I wasnt really on board with Mark.
He wasnt horrible. He was nice. He was just not special
to me, and thats no crime. It just wasnt a love connection,
like it clearly was for Cyndi and Adrian. Cyndi and Adrian.
I didnt like the sound of that. What was my problem? Its
not that Cyndi likes Adrian. Everyone likes Adrian. Hes
funny, smart, and a real nice guy. No, its not that. Was
the problem, then, that Adrian liked Cyndi, perhaps too
much? No. It wasnt that, either, I realized as I continued
to watch Cyndi, now running her hands over her body as she
moved across the floor.
No. The real problem was that I liked Cyndi, and maybe I did
like her a little too much. Yes, that was it. I pictured Cyndi
wearing nothing but an apron and holding a tray of freshly
baked cookies. Enough. I stood up and went to her.
You look hot, darling. I said with a soft smile.
Take a sip of your drink.
Cyndi stumbled over to the coffee table, picked up a goblet
filled with some kind of Amaretto concoction, and proceeded
to drink deeply. She dribbled a little of the liquor down
her chin and giggled, and I found her more irresistible
then ever. She raised a hand to wipe the liquid away, but
I grabbed her hand and said, No, wait.
Cyndi giggled again and waited for me to speak.
In a mischievous voice, I made a statement followed by
a suggestion. This was my ploy:
I think Mark needs to be taught how to kiss a womans breasts
properly, Cyndi. What do you think? I winked at her to play
along. Cyndi giggled again.
Well, I think you might be right. Cyndi readily agreed.
But first I said, as I proceeded to draw so near to her
that I could smell her perfume mixed with her womanly scent.
With my tongue I licked the amaretto off of her chin, and
then I brushed my lips against Cyndis lips, oh so lightly,
until it made her dizzy. I grabbed her head between both
of my hands and I stuck my tongue into her mouth and felt her
respond to my kiss. She was breathless when I released her.
She stared at me in wonderment and excitement, and yes,
lust.
Now. Shall we show your husband how to kiss a womans breasts,
Cyndi? I asked.
Yes. She replied breathlessly, her face flushed and
pink and her lips swollen and wanting more of my kisses.
But I teased her by brushing my lips against her's again,
but only briefly. I wanted her to want it so badly that she
would beg me for it. I wanted her to think that it was all her
idea.
I took the thin strap that held her dress up, and slipped
it off her shoulder and watched it slide deliciously down,
baring her left breast. Her nipples were huge, ripe and
soft pink buds waiting to be sucked as if they were full of
nectar. I had to see the other, and so I slid the other strap
off of Cyndis shoulders until her dress fell to the floor
and all she had on was a scanty black lace thong that left
very little to the imagination. She was gorgeous. Curvy
in all the right places, and her eyes were filled with a kind
of desire that I could tell was very new to Cyndi. Mark truly
did have quite a lot to learn about women, it seemed.
I stole a glance at the men, and saw that they were watching
us closely. My husband smiled slyly at me, as if he knew what
I was up to, and as he waited to see what I would do next, he
stroked his penis through his pants. I went toward the two
men sitting on the couch, and I deliberately pushed them
back, one by one, into semi-reclining positions, and I
opened their pants to allow their cocks to spring out, fully
erect. The I took their hands, and I directed them to continue
stroking as they watched.
I turned back toward Cyndi, and I said with authority:
Now, gentlemen. The first thing you want to do when you
kiss a womans breast is to touch it gently, like so. I showed
them.
Hold the breast in your hand, and tenderly run your fingers
over every inch of it, making sure to take time to circle
the nipple lightly."
Cyndi looked as if she could barely breathe as I demonstrated
on her breasts, and our eyes met for a brief moment. I silently
promised her more. I was relentless in my pursuit of her
as I said,
Now. With a firm, wet tongue, tease the nipple a few times
until it becomes erect, like so . . . I took a step back so
the men could see Cyndis nipples standing at attention.
Then, gently place your nipples, no teeth, I said,
looking directly at Mark, and suck gently as if you were
sucking the juice from a ripe piece of fruit.
Cyndi moaned beneath my caresses. She writhed with pleasure
as I led her toward a large chaise lounge and sat her down,
never once releasing my grasp or my mouth from her breast.
When I finally lifted my head, it was Cyndi who was waiting
for me. She pulled my head close to hers and kissed me hard,
with passion beyond my wildest dreams. I could take no more.
I ran both hands down the length of Cyndis body and under
the elastic that held the scanty thong in place. It was a
mere moments wait before Cyndi was naked before me. She
seemed to not even notice the excitement of the two men who
were watching us and ferociously playing with their dicks,
trying hard, I knew, not to come too soon.
I gave Cyndi a look that would allow no argument, spread
her knees and lowered my head to taste her nectar. She tasted
sweet, musky, and delicious. How I wanted her all to myself.
Cyndi was trembling with anticipation and desire, and
her hips circled beneath the gentle movements of my hungry
tongue as I stroked her, oh so slowly, until she could bear
no more. I quickened my pace and Cyndi began to scream with
delight as an orgasm took her to new heights of passion.
Mark moaned something unintelligible, and I could tell
that Adrian could barely wait for me to finish.
Then, before Cyndi could recover, I signaled for the men
to come over. I kissed Cyndis pussy tenderly before releasing
her, and I lay down next to her on the chaise. It was time to
allow the men to do what they did best. Cyndi and I held hands
as Mark and Adrian took turns fucking us as if they hadnt
seen a woman in twenty years, and after we all lay together,
completely spent, I knew that Cyndi was mine.
Talkfirst 8/04.
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