Soon as she shut the door upon getting home, I found myself pushed against the counter as she dropped to her knees and had my cock out within a matter of seconds. I was then given what could only be described as a spectacular blowjob. What I didn’t expect was for her to take my entire load on her face. She was usually content swallowing what I gave her, but my baby batter ended up everywhere.
Standing up, she then turned to lean back against me, taking a selfie of us. “I’m going to send that to my friends,” she said, “Oh shit, I haven’t added you to the chat!”
“I don’t mind.”
“Oh no, you need to be part of it, sweetheart. You’ll love it. Lots of selfies and videos from me and my friends.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not. My friends are gorgeous, but you’re here with me. That’s what matters.” She glanced around and smiled. “I was expecting take-out.”
“I’m making stir-fry. It was something I managed to not fuck up when living alone.”
She disappeared immediately for around five minutes, so I just carried on preparing dinner. She returned naked, and when she leaned against the kitchen counter, I noticed her arse already glistened with lube. Glancing back over her shoulder, she smiled. “Fuck me, baby.”
Dinner was put on hold for around half an hour as I absolutely nailed her. We ended up rutting on the floor, Cindy on her hands and knees as I pounded her from behind. It was perhaps the first time we really let go, a no holds barred fuck session. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled hard as I slammed into her. Little surprise she came all over the floor, barely touching her cock, and I filled her arse with cum barely a couple of minutes later.
“Lick up your cum,” I demanded. Grabbing my phone, I filmed her doing just that, before she approached me, taking my still semi-hard cock in her mouth. Caressing her face, her eyes lit up as she eventually released my cock, putting my phone down as I pulled her close and kissed her. “I fucking love you,” I murmured.
“Move in,” she whispered, “Stay here permanently. Once your rental agreement ends, we’ll figure things out there. Please move in with me.”
“Okay.” I paused before asking, “It’s not too fast?”
“Who cares if it’s too fast, too slow, too whatever. Do you love me?”
“God yes.”
“I feel the same way. Therefore, we should live together.”
“I’ll sort shit out during the next couple of weeks. I’ll grab the important stuff tomorrow morning.”
Finishing dinner preparation, we sat on the couch naked as we ate. After cleaning up the kitchen, we returned to the living room, where she straddled my lap and ensured my cock was inside her once again. She was rather insatiable that evening, riding me in the living room until I came inside her again, then had me fuck her a third time once we’d gone to bed. I was exhausted by the time we drifted off to sleep.
After breakfast the next morning, Cindy and I did three trips from her apartment to mine, packing all my clothes, anything personal I might need, then a third trip to collect anything that my daughter would want, taking it all back to hers. She made space in her wardrobes for my things, while the second bedroom was turned into a bedroom for my daughter for whenever she visited. We were finished by mid-afternoon, needing a shower as all the packing and lifting had left us both a little sweaty.
Mike called just as we stepped out of the shower, letting us know the taxi would be around to pick us up within the hour. To my amusement, Cindy stopped me just throwing on jeans and a shirt, looking through my clothes. “I can dress myself,” I muttered.
She walked towards me in just her bra and panties, resting her hands on my bare chest. “Dress for me?” she whispered, “I want my man looking as handsome as ever. And put on that cologne I just love. The same you wore that first night we met.”
Running my hands down her back, I cupped her arse. “You’re very convincing sometimes.”
“I know you dress what you feel comfortable in, but…”
“I understand, sweetheart. Maybe we’ll go… shopping?”
She squealed with delight. Then she kissed me. Ended up on her knees. I called Mike and let him know we might be a few minutes later as I took the phone away from my head and groaned, glancing down to see Cindy’s head bobbing up and down on my cock. “Still want to go out?” She sat back for a moment before nodding.
“She’s blowing you, isn’t she?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Fucking hell… Okay, we’ll have the taxi circle the block a couple of times or something.”
“Soon as I’m finished, we’ll get dressed.”
“You’re not even…” I heard the sigh, hearing Cindy snicker despite my cock being in her mouth. “Okay, we’ll delay it picking us up for half an hour.”
“You’re a champion.”
Cindy leaned back. “How about an hour, Mark?”
“For crying… you two are just fucking me over now, aren’t you?” Cindy giggled. Even I couldn’t help chuckle at his exasperation. “Fine. You two owe me though.”
“We’ll get the first couple of rounds in,” I said.
Just over an hour later, Cindy was in a gorgeous dress, tight to every curve on her body, hem halfway down her thigh, wearing stocking and heels so she was only an inch or so shorter than me. Top of the dress was strapless, just a hint of cleavage. She verged on looking like a model, and I was the lucky bastard to have her on my arm. She’d picked out a good dress shirt, a pair of trousers, and my best pair of leather shoes. I had a good watch I rarely wore, and she ensured I smelled nice too. And she always loved the stubble, something I always worried irritated her, but she enjoyed running her fingers along my cheeks with a day’s growth.
Mike gave me a filthy look from his position in the front seat as Cindy and I slid into the back seat next to Chris, who gave me a knowing glance at the same time. Cindy put on a fake wince as she sat down, shuffling every so often for the first few minutes. “I’m feeling very tender right now, Mark,” she not so subtly whispered into my ear. I hadn’t actually fucked her, we’d just blown each other for a while before enjoying an orgasm together.
“Fucking hell,” Chris muttered, “Can tell you two are still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship.”
Cindy cuddled into me, running her hand up and down my chest. “We’re in love, Chris.”
“Yeah… I know…”
I glanced his way. “You okay, mate?”
He shrugged. “Seeing you two is just a little reminder. We’ll go out tonight, probably meet someone, but…” He shrugged again. “We’re the same age, but my last relationship, serious one at least, was five years ago. Mike’s last one just ended badly around the time you left Megan.”
“Don’t remind me,” he muttered from the front seat.
“Why don’t you two…” Cindy started to ask. Both started to chuckle as she asked, “What?”
“It wouldn’t really work as neither of us are particularly versatile.”
“We both love to fuck,” Mike emphasised. He then dropped a bombshell. “We do have an agreement though.”
“Oh, and that is?”
I glanced at Chris, who returned a smile, using his eyes to gesture at Mike. “If we’re both single at forty, we’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and get together.”
I shook my head. “Jesus, just do it now,” I muttered, “You’re best mates, you’ve slept together before. Surely you can make it bloody work?”
“Trying to set us up?” Chris asked, grinning at me.
“No, I think you do actually love each other but are too bloody stubborn to admit it, so use all this bullshit like tonight so you don’t confront your feelings.”
Cindy kissed my cheek. “Mark Pritchard, the matchmaker. Or should I call you Cupid?”
I snorted before we all laughed. “No, I’ve just known these two clowns more than half my life.”
Conversation moved on for the rest of the ride into the city, left wondering what the driver thought until I realised he had earbuds in so figured he listened to something while driving along. The four of us headed to a regular pub first for a couple of drinks, men drinking beer, Cindy enjoying a glass of wine. Slowly making our way to the favourite club frequented by Mike and Chris, by the time we arrived, the bouncers recognised them and they were let in without a problem, Mike stating we were with them, and the bouncers were happy to let us in.
Mike and Chris headed off straight away to mingle, Cindy taking my hand and leading me to the bar. Cass was working it again, her face lighting up seeing Cindy, the two women leaning across to kiss the cheeks of the other. “And you remember, Mark?”
The smile remained as she kissed my cheeks too. “Oh, I remember this handsome man. Heard all about him too.” I felt myself blush. I was used to Cindy calling me handsome at least a dozen times a day. I still wasn’t used to hearing it from other people. “Take a seat, honey. Want the same as last time?” I raised my eyebrows at the fact she could remember. “Honey, you are a topic of conversation in our group chat. To say we all adore you isn’t an understatement.”
It was my turn to look at Cindy and see her blush. I took her hand and kissed her palm. “My role in life is to now make her as happy as I am,” I said.
“Okay, first round is on me, because frankly, you two are just too damn adorable.”
Cindy moved her stool as close to mine as possible, wrapping my arm around her as she leaned into me, sipping at her cocktail. We made the usual small-talk, no-one really paying attention to us otherwise, though Cass stopped by whenever she had a free minute to talk to us. She was quite the character. No idea what he natural hair colour was, but it was dark blue that night. A wonderful pair of blue eyes. She was tall, I was guessing the same height as me, big chest, and a tanned complexion. She was gorgeous.