Jack and Cynthia - Chapter 1 - Right In Front Of Me - Sex Stories

Jack and Cynthia - Chapter 1 - Right In Front Of Me

... on you.”

“He’s another asshole. He won’t answer my phone calls.”

“Hmm, a pity. I guess he figures it’s quieter longer not answering your calls than it was when you were blowing his cock.”

“FUCK YOU!” She was over the wall now.

“You were never very good at that either,” I answered in a calm tone.

“ASSHOLE!” she ended the call.

Cynthia was sitting there the entire time as she usually does. She looked at me and shook her head, smiling.

“You enjoy that, don’t you?” she laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, in a way, I do. It’s just so sad she can’t let it go. I live in her brain rent-free, and it drives her nuts.”

“Jack, can I refresh your drink, or would you like dessert? Or both?” Cynthia smiled. She is so easygoing.

“Both, please. And can we eat on the patio?” Cynthia agreed and walked into the kitchen swaying her nice round ass. Maybe I should have the meatloaf, but then don’t like my meatloaf.

We were sitting at the patio table enjoying the dinner. As usual, Cynthia had something interesting to talk about. Sometimes neighborhood news, sometimes national, she is a very learned and smart woman.

We finished dinner, and Cynthia cleared the table. She came over to me for her kiss and pat on her ass. She returned to the patio with refreshed drinks. When she sits down, her tits bounce. I love it. I started thinking if this would be a good time to talk with her.

“Cynthia, I would like to talk with you.” I tried not to make my voice sound serious.

“Sure, ...

... yes, sir.” I could only smile at her.

“Cynthia, you are a wonderful woman. But there is something I would like to change.”

“Oh, do you want me to leave when you’re entertaining a lady?” Her voice quivered a little.

“No, Cynthia. I won’t be entertaining anyone anymore. I would rather you not say ‘sir’ anymore. I want to be with you, only you.”

Cynthia started at me. Not meaning to be rude, but you could almost see the progress bar over her head as she processed my statement. Then, my statement registered. Her eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply. Her hands were shaking a little.

“Jack, I am probably reading into this, but you only want me and no one else? I’m not sure if I can. I mean, you meet so many beautiful women and smart and,”

“Cynthia. You are all of those things and so much more. I want to drag you to the boring cocktail parties and take you with me when I have to go out of town. I want to fire you as my maid and hire you as my lady love.” I watched Cynthia and waited. “Nothing else changes. You still have your credit card, and the card for the house. We go to the dreaded working dinners.

“Jack, think about what you are doing. Those ladies are slim and trim, and I’m a twelve. They have fancy dresses and get their hair done and have someone to put out their clothes and do their makeup and,”

“Cynthia, I am tired of the fake, phony and false. You are a real woman. You have all of the wonderful attributes with the wonderful amounts in the wonderful ...