I was not sure about what had occurred the previous night as the workday ended. Of course, I know there was some awesome sex. And, yes it was my first time with a mature woman. Yet something in the back of my mind kept saying he knew, because he arranged it. As we were leaving the job site, my coworker did not mention anything else about the bar. He just smiled and said, “See you tomorrow” and drove off in his truck.
That evening, after a shower and a fast-food dinner, I decided to just ride by the bar to see. There were two cars in the parking lot, one for the bartender naturally. But not Cynthia’s car. It was a few minutes after nine, so I decided to park across the street to see if she would show up.
After sitting in my car until half-past nine and not seeing any cars show up, I went home.
The next day, Friday, my coworker and I hustled to finish up some things before the weekend. At lunch, he spoke of his time in the military. He said that he served in some special operations but was not allowed to talk much about where the operations were or what they entailed.
But he did say that he was wounded, and the wound caused him some dysfunctions. I asked him where he was wounded, and he said that he had a chest wound that cost him part of his right lung. He said that he spent some time at the local V.A. hospital for mental issues, but he assured me that he was still sane and laughed.
The weekend came and went with the usual things including hanging out with friends, drinking, cookouts and visiting the folks back home on Sunday.
Come Monday, I arrived at the worksite earlier than normal and my coworker pulled up right after I did. “I see you are early,” he smiled as he joined me to walk inside the building that we had been working in. “No hot dates or drunken brawls this weekend?” he teased.
“No, just a bit quiet this time. How was your weekend?” I asked back.
“No drunken brawls” he answered.
“Any hot dates?” I asked.
“If you call taking the wife out a hot date, then the answer is yes.”
“If your wife is hot, then yes that is a good answer.”
He winked and said, “You are a good guy, Austin. Keep it up.” With that, we went to work.
Tuesday, we were getting close to finishing our project and by the end of the week, we would be onto separate jobs. We worked hard removing our leftover items and tools. At the end of the day, my coworker shook my hand and told me good luck and that I would be alone tomorrow to finish out the project.
That night, I went by the bar at the usual quarter after nine. The bartender saw me enter and had my beer waiting as I walked up. “Good to see you again,” he said as I paid for the beer.
“Same to you,” I replied. I noticed the couple from last week; the woman was sitting closer to the man this time. Well, I figured she had not changed her mind, so it may be on.
A few minutes passed and the couple got up and left. That left just me and the bartender. So, I asked him if he knew the two women from last week. He laughed and told me that they are regular customers. He said that Cynthia’s husband usually comes with her on weeknights, but not last week. “Damn” I said a bit quiet.
“I would not worry about it,” the bartender said. “I think he knew, too.” All I could do is look at him. He laughed and went to clean the table that the couple had left.
Puzzled, I finished my beer and called it a night and went home.
I had not made it inside my bathroom, when I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it, I was greeted with a familiar smile. “Did you think I would be at the bar?” She was wearing pink lady’s gym shorts and a white t-shirt. I closed the door and without saying a word, she led me straight to the bedroom. Her perfume was the same as the last time and I’m sure it had an effect on me.
Cynthia turned around and put her arms on my shoulders, then began kissing me. Somehow, she managed to push me onto my bed, with her on top of me, lip-locked. Then she sat up and removed her t-shirt and her beautiful breasts were pushed into my face as she leaned forward. Of course, I obliged myself with her natural-sized 36C and hard nipples. As I was satisfying myself, she managed to remove her shorts. Then she moved off me. “Why are you still dressed?” Cynthia smiled and began to undo my jeans.
My underwear pulled off with my jeans and she was rewarded with my hard cock that sprang out. She didn’t bother to completely remove my pants as my shoes were on my feet. But I guess that did not matter as Cynthia took my cock and began to suck on it like she was thirsty in a desert.
A few minutes later, she stopped, then untied my shoes and finished undressing me. Then she pushed me back onto my bed and got on top of me in a sixty-nine position. Her bare pussy was wet with her perfume almost overwhelming me. But I began to lick my way around her some before going straight to her clitoris. She had stopped sucking on my cock, but I could feel one of her hands gently stroking it as I continued. Her hips began her rhythm on my nose and tongue. As she began to have her first orgasm, I started using a couple of fingers inside of her. This got her hips going faster. I positioned her anus closer so I could lick it and that got her moaning louder.
Soon, Cynthia’s voice was going to a higher pitch as I worked her clitoris with my tongue and her anus with my fingers. It was not long when her body started shaking and then she stiffened up and started gasping and moaning louder. I was licking and probing her as fast as I could with her rhythm. Then she exploded her sweet and wet juices over my face and onto my pillow. She continued her motions a few more seconds, then threw herself off and laid alongside of me, breathing heavily and a slight whimper.
I laid on my side, watching her and thinking whose wife is this beautiful lady. And why is she so sex-starved. I did not have another five seconds to ponder as she sat up. “That was something, Austin. Now it’s my turn.” She put her hand on my chest and kissed my belly, working her way back to my hard cock.
As I laid back, I felt her warm mouth on my head and her hand gently massaging my ball sac. Aroused by this, I closed my eyes and let Cynthia have her way. And boy did she. Before I knew it, she had placed a finger on my anus and was pressing on it. A bit of pressure at first and my cock got harder than I ever thought it could.
Then she immediately climbed on top of me and started riding. I had my hands on her breasts, massaging her hard nipples and she began to have another orgasm. She leaned over, her cleavage in my face, so I put my hands on her ass and pushed her harder onto my cock. An image of me dribbling a basketball somehow entered my thoughts.
But it soon was overridden by the idea of fingering her anus again. That idea was the correct one, as it put Cynthia into another mode. She began her high-pitched moans and her rhythm increased more intensely.
My brain seemed to go black as I exploded an orgasm. It seemed that I could not stop shooting cum and when it finally abated, Cynthia rocked on me for a few more seconds. She leaned forward and put her head beside mine, breathing heavily.
We laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath before she spoke. “Austin, it has been a bit of a long time before I had orgasms like that with a man.”
Puzzled, I asked “How’s that?”
She rolled over onto her back. “After my husband came home from the V.A. Center, we tried to have sex, but he was impotent.” She sighed and didn’t speak for a moment.
I was stunned. “Damn!” I said. “Your husband is my co-worker.”
“Yes, Austin. Is that a problem?” She sat up, “We tried several times to have sex, but all he could do is give me oral sex. We tried using pornography on the video or use sex toys, but nothing helped him. We went to see a few therapists and they could not find a reason for his lack of erections. This has been over a year now. We hope that you understand and not be upset at us.”
I looked at this beautiful woman, now with tears running down her cheeks. “No, I am not upset, just surprised.” How could I be upset with some of the best sex I could have imagined?
Cynthia kissed me, got up, picked up her shorts and t-shirt, then went to the bathroom. I fumbled out of the bed, found my underwear that was stuck in my jeans and put them on. She came out of the bathroom and found her sandals in the den. “Austin, please don’t be upset. We needed this, my husband-“
I cut her off, with a hand motion. “No, I understand completely and feel, I guess honored is the first word I can come up with, to help out.”
“We don’t want you to feel used.”
“Hell, if this is being used, then I’m all for it.”
Cynthia hugged me tight, her tears on my shoulders and chest. “You are a good man, Austin. My husband was right when he told me to go to that bar with my friend.”
