Cleaning up with some toilet paper, she turned and I kissed her softly, caressing her cheek as she gazed up at me. “Glad I made your day, sweetheart. Hungry for food now?”
“I am, though we’re heading straight home afterwards so you can spend the rest of the day fucking me while I look at my very pretty flowers.”
Pulling out my phone, I faked opening it up before saying, “Step one, buy Cindy flowers for guaranteed sexy times from now on.”
Giving me a look, she burst into giggles as I hugged her tightly. “I promise you one thing, Cindy. It will always be like this. Your smile is infectious and your laughter is music to my ears.”
Cindy didn’t need wallet busting wining and dining, happy to enjoy a simple meal at a nearby pub. Sure, it was still pricier than anything further west, but considering we were sitting near the harbour, views of the north shore, the bridge and the opera house on display, I certainly wasn’t going to complain. Though we could have spent more time walking about, she was eager to get home, so we walked back to where our cars were parked, no surprise we were in the same car park.
“Straight home then pick up Natalie later?”
“What time are you picking her up?”
“Half-six I reckon.”
She glanced at her watch. “Enough time for at least two more loads in my butt.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “You’re incorrigible, Miss Williams.”
“Because I love you, Mister Pritchard. I’ll see you at home.”
We managed not to break the speed limit the entire time. Cindy was a safer driver than I was, freely admitting to having a heavier foot than her, so staying behind her was the sensible option. Fucking in the bathroom at her work had taken the edge off our appetites for each other, following her into the apartment, where she found a vase for her flowers first before dragging me to the bedroom.
Undressing her slowly, Cindy doing the same to me at the same time, we ended up snuggling under the blankets for a little while, a lot of making out, but while we were both incredibly hard, I was happy just cuddling with her. She pressed her body into mine, asking me to hold her as tightly as possible. “Never let me go,” she whispered.
“Never,” I whispered back.
We did end up making love a little later, but it was so slow and tender, and it took so long for both of us to orgasm, that we had to get up, shower quickly and head back to my car so we could go pick up Natalie. Both of us definitely looked flustered arriving at my old house, Megan opening the door and laughing at us. “Fun afternoon?” she asked.
I couldn’t help smile. Cindy blushed, cuddling into me. “We might have got a little distracted,” I admitted. At least Megan found the funny side to it, which surprised me slightly
She smiled knowingly, probably remembering times distant past that we’d shared. “It’s fine, you’re not late. Come on in. Natalie is in her room as always. Want a coffee?”
“I’d love one,” I replied, Cindy adding she’d like one too.
Natalie was excited to see her father as always, though even at ten years old, was surprised her father and new girlfriend were going to sit down for coffee with his ex-wife. She joined us in the living room as Megan brought a mug for Cindy and I, then a juice for Natalie and a coffee for herself. For the first time that I could remember, Megan and I talked for at least a couple of hours without a single disagreement. In fact, it was the first time I could remember that we laughed together. She certainly seemed to be in a good mood for some reason.
Leaving later, so we could get Natalie back to our place to shower and go to bed, Megan asked to speak to Cindy again for a couple of minutes. Natalie was in the back seat ready to go when she walked towards the car, taking a seat and remaining mostly quiet on the way back to her place. Natalie had a shower before she went to bed, letting us know how much she loved us as always, before I turned out the light.
Sitting next to Cindy on the couch, she turned to me. “Mark, how do you feel about your ex-wife?”
“Better than I did a few months back. It’s nice we can talk without arguing nowadays.”
The deep breath took my undivided attention. “She still loves you, Mark. You divorced her. She didn’t want to divorce, of course. You fell out of love with her because of what she did. Despite what she did, she never actually stopped loving you. And those feelings haven’t disappeared, even when you hated and despised her.”
“Is that what she told you just now?”
“She obviously can’t or won’t tell you. She knew I’d tell you.”
“If she thinks anything…”
“You’re with me, Mark. She knows that. She’s putting a brave face on things, but she’s still devastated. When you were single after the divorce, she had hope that maybe you could reconcile in the end. Give it time, you might find it in your heart to forgive her and perhaps try again.”
Scratching my head, I was just left confused. “So what does she want?”
“Nothing at all. But… Mark, I think it’s obvious she’s hurting. She’s realising just how badly she fucked up. Seeing you with me, seeing you so happy, it’s just a constant reminder of what she did, and of what she’d lost. To say she’s feeling regret is an understatement. She knows what she did was her fault entirely.” Cindy took my hand in hers. “She needs to hear you forgive her, Mark. Can you do that for me? You have me now. You can let all those feelings go.”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“I see enough to see why you married her in the first place. She made a dreadful decision, but should she continue to be punished for it? You did what you needed to do by divorcing her. You’ve now moved on with me. Maybe… maybe forgiving will be taking the high road. Maybe it’ll give her the peace she needs to move on too.”
“Will she tell me why she did it, at least?” Cindy nodded. Sighing, I ran a hand down my face. “Let me think about it. Truth be told, I am in a better place because of you, Cindy. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I spent a couple of hours with Megan and didn’t spend half the time wanting to kill her. Figuratively speaking, of course.”
She stood up, offering her hand. “Follow me, handsome. I have plans for you tonight.”
I had a feeling what might be on her mind. She’d been a fantastic mood since I’d shown up at her office with flowers. Soon the door to our bedroom shut, we were both rather eager to get naked, though I did wonder what was on her mind. When a certain grin formed I had learned to understand, I raised an eyebrow. “You have plans for my arse, don’t you, Miss Williams?”
Stepping closer, she rested her hands on my chest. “I really want to fuck you, Mark,” she whispered, “Would you like that?”
“I’ll blow you first, then you’ll last longer fucking me.”
“Want me to…”
“Nope, it’ll be my pleasure. Fuck me hard enough so I’ll cum later.”
Dropping to my knees surprised her. I usually blew her while she was lying down, or at least sat on the edge of bed. Rare that I blew her while she was still standing up. Then I turned her around and buried my face in her arse first. I loved eating her arse. She had to cover her mouth to cover her moans as I enjoyed teasing her rosebud.
Turning her back around, I easily swallowed her cock, used to taking her entire length by now, making sure I fondled her balls at the same time. Reaching around with my right hand, I continued to tease her arse. Sensory overload for my lover, no surprise she grabbed my head and started to thrust. “Oh god,” she moaned softly.
I could suck her cock every day for the rest of my life. Not sure what it was about her except she always smelled wonderful, I loved the taste of her cum, even her cock itself was nice to taste, I enjoyed the feeling her hardness in my mouth, and the simple fact I made her orgasm made me feel good. When she started to thrust even harder, it was the first time she’d really taken control while blowing her. My finger ended up inside her arse, which turned her on even more. “Another one,” she murmured.
Doing that did the job as she must have cum within a minute. No chance of me sharing that time, I swallowed ever single drop of cum that erupted in my mouth, ensuring she heard my rather audible gulps. Fuck, I had no idea cum could taste so nice.
Licking up and down her cock, I took her balls in my mouth for a couple of minutes as she calmed down, taking her cock in my mouth again, feeling her shudder. Taking her cock away, she bent me over onto the bed, getting me into position as I felt her get behind me, spreading my cheeks, her tongue finding its way to my arse.
Jesus, she had me moaning like a bitch within a couple of minutes. Cindy wasn’t dominant, but she was completely turned on and seemed intent on sending me to heaven that evening. Resting my head on the mattress, I just completely submitted to whatever she wanted to do to me. When I felt her tongue actually slide inside me, the noise that escaped me had us both laughing. “Fucking hell, Cindy,” I muttered.
“I’m so turned on, Mark.”
Glancing back, I immediately turned around as, despite being as horny as she was, her cheeks were as wet as I’d even seen them. Holding her tight to my chest, we hugged for a few minutes. “Can’t wait for you to just pound me nice and hard, sweetheart.”
She giggled first. “I’ve been turned on since you arrived in my office. You do too much for me, Mark.”
“Hush. I do everything for you because I want to. I love you so much I just need to find ways to express it. Now, are you ready to fuck me?”
“God yes.”
Turning back and rest against the bed, I felt the application of lube, Cindy sliding two fingers into me straight away. She made me laugh as I knew exactly what she was aiming for. “Fuck!” I groaned loudly.
Shushing me, she giggled. “You’ll wake your daughter!”
“She knows we have sex. She’s not stupid.”
“True, but I’m not sure she understands that your girlfriend fucks her daddy sometimes.”
Feeling her slide a third finger into me had me begging for her cock within a couple of minutes. We both chuckled again as, while I always enjoyed Cindy fucking me, I seemed to be a little desperate for it that evening. I told her I was horny and knew what she wanted, happy to have her slide her cock into me and enjoy herself.
In the position I was, it was natural for Cindy to lean forward, placing her forearms next to mine, turning my head so I could kiss her, feeling her cock run along the crack of my arse. I pushed back more than once, eager to feel her slide inside me. “Please,” I almost begged.