Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4

... and Mark. I’ll bet we can get some food from Vito. The house is already clean.” Cinda gave me a look so I continued, “Okay, we can clean it up a little more.” “It’s okay with me, but you’d better get on the phone and see if anyone can actually come.” She kissed me quickly and left to clean the bedroom and bath. I reached Kenny easily—he had no real plans—and neither did Marty who assured me he could get a date. Jason already had a party, but Mark was in. I phoned Jennifer who was surprised to hear from me—she was Cinda’s friend. She said that all they had planned was a night in front of the TV so the party sounded great. My final call was to Vito, an old friend of my parents who owned an excellent Italian restaurant. He was concerned about me when he answered the phone. He’d known me since I was four. I reassured him and asked if I could still get some food for tomorrow night. “For you, Ty—no problem.” We agreed on chicken parm, sausage and peppers, baked ziti, and meatballs. He suggested a tossed Italian salad and some bread. “I’ll throw in some olives, as well.” I agreed to pick everything up around six and we were all set. Vito told me we had more than enough for twenty people, but he’d never seen Kenny eat. I spent most of the day dusting and vacuuming and cleaning the kitchen while checking out some bowl games on the TV. I took Cinda out for Chinese. We were stopped on the way back—an organized traffic stop looking for drunk drivers as well as expired licenses and ...

... registrations. I put on the interior light and pulled my license and registration from my wallet. As things developed it wasn’t necessary. The deputy recognized me. “Oh…hi there Ty. How’re you feeling? That idiot just made bail. Haven’t been drinking, have you?” “Hi, Deputy—no, my next one will be my first. Truthfully, I could never see the appeal.” “I always thought you were a smart one.” “He is…did you know that Ty is a genius?” I looked over at Cinda who could never stop bragging about me. “It’s not really true. Wives are supposed to brag about their husbands, I guess.” He laughed and waved us on. I rolled up the window and drove away. “Please don’t do that, Cinda. You know I don’t like to brag, especially about being smart.” “I’m sorry, Ty. It’s just that I’m so proud of you.” She leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Forgive me?” “Of course; I wasn’t angry…just embarrassed.” I rested my hand on her knee until I had pulled into the garage. We watched some more football, Cinda curled up on one side of me, Fred’s head on my other leg. The game was boring—a blowout by halftime--so I ran my hand up under Cinda’s blouse. It was almost to her breast when she jumped up, turned the TV off and extended her hand. “I can take a hint. Why don’t you put Fred out while I get ready in the bathroom? I see no reason why we can’t shower together again.” She leaned down to kiss my good cheek before pulling me up. She wasn’t the only one who could take a hint. Fred was outside in a flash while I locked ...