Jack and Cynthia - Chapter 3 - Back To Work - Sex Stories

Jack and Cynthia - Chapter 3 - Back To Work

... mind.”

“I missed having you in the shower, and you know I would die for your Shepard’s Pie. Gravy?”

“You have enough gravy to float a yacht. I know what my Master wants. Shepard’s Pie for dinner and a little ‘sweetie pie’ for dessert.”

“Yeah, that’s you. You hot little woman.” I hugged her and swung her around.

“Jack, I know you have had a stressful day, but can we talk a little about Saturday, please? I’ve heard stories about these gatherings, and sometimes things may get, um, ugly. I don’t want that to happen. What should I do? I am worried.”

“Sweetheart, first, the pie is delicious. As far as things getting ugly, you just have to go with what is happening. I know that’s a lousy answer, but you never know how things start, but you can end them.

Just remember, let them throw the first punch, verbal or physical. Things rarely get out of hand. I’ll tell you this, the first one I was forced into, one of the other engineers tried to get in my face. I walked away, and the other guys did the rest. It was about four months later, he was fired. I will be by your side every minute.

We finished our dinner, and I got up to put my plate in the sink. Did I get a non-verbal reprimand? I put my plate back onto the table. A bowl of gelatin with whipped topping was placed in front of me.

“Sweetie’s pie later. More coffee?”

Since the changes, if you will, Cynthia has been wearing very enticing outfits. She always dressed like a lady but with a little added sex to ...

... it. Like now, her shorts are nice and tight.

From the back, you can see the definite separation of her butt cheeks. From the front, that wonderful “W” is just asking to get licked. Cynthia always gave my cock a little tingle, but now I go around the house half-hard.

Another thing since the change, I have been barred from the kitchen other than meals. I’ve heard that a man’s home is his castle, but this was a house before Cynthia. When she came to work for me, she made it home. Now she has made this my castle and she is my Queen. I love it.

My beer and I wandered into the living room. I put on nice, quiet instrumentals. I had never used the lamps unless friends were over, so I lit the two oil lamps and two candles that lit our living room. “OUR”, that sounds so nice.

I settled into the couch, getting a little lost in the music and atmosphere. Cynthia came into the living room wearing a see-through soft pink baby doll top and matching thong. Remember when I said half hard? Change that.

“Honey, here’s a cold beer. Do you want the dish of peanuts to nibble on? Oh, and I’m not buying the Spanish peanuts anymore. The skin left on them makes you cough.”

“Woman, you float in here looking so damn hot, and you’re asking me if I want to nibble on peanuts. Those nipples that are trying to poke holes in your top, bring them out here, and let’s talk nibbling.”

Cynthia gave me her shy bashful look as she slowly turned around waving her hot little ass at me. “I just want ...