The following week crept by at a snail's pace. My thoughts were consummated by fantasies of what would happen when Cindy next came over for a visit. I replayed that night over and over in my mind, keeping it fresh. My toes could still feel the hot moistness of her pussy, and I got hard just thinking about her soft feet, creeping their way up my leg.
I got next to nothing done at work that week, because I found myself daydreaming constantly about what it would be like to slip my cock into Cindy's steamy, tight cavity.
I had relived the experience so many times in my mind that it almost seemed like a dream now. In fact, if pressed, I was not sure that I could say for sure that it had actually happened.
Sara and I had sex on a regular basis, and it was great sex. Sara was very liberal about her sex life, and was willing to experiment with just about anything. Dirty talk, anal, toys, role play...it was all in bounds for her. Yet I found my loins aching for the forbidden pleasure of Cindy's petite body.
I knew I had made a mistake in not being more assertive in offering to take Cindy back to her apartment. Sara would have seen it as my being a good, sensitive husband. I swore that would not happen this week.
I talked to Cindy once earlier in the week; she had called Sara with a problem on her computer. Sara gave up and handed her over to me.
"What's up, Cindy?" I asked, sounding as nonchalant as possible. My member was already stirring in my lap.
"Nothing much," she replied cheerfully. "How have you been?"
I checked to make sure Sara was out of earshot. Sure enough, she had gone back to working on some reports on the computer for work.
"Distracted," I answered.