The following story contains graphic depictions of a man and woman sexually pleasing one another.The following story contains graphic depictions of a man and woman sexually pleasing one another. There's no rape, mutilation, alien abduction, homoerotica, or sex with minors. There is, however, adultery. If that offends you, don't read any further. Feel free to redistribute this story any way you want. I really don't care if you include my name on it, as long as you don't try to say you wrote it. The story, though written in the first person, is not based on my own experience, or on the experience of anyone I know. It's just a product of my imagination (or lack thereof). It's too long for a single post, so I will divide it into parts. Hope they all come through. If not, let me know and I'll try to repost or something. Some of you may have seen this story with a completely different ending. I was never satisfied with that ending, which is why I rewrote it. BTW, this is the first time I have ever posted any of MY stories to the net (GULP). I would appreciate feedback and advice. Here ends the babble. Let the story begin. JIM AND CINDY PART 1 It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A rough year. Being a single parent is no picnic, but we managed. I have a 15 year old daughter and a son who is 13 and they have been very helpful. One thing they haven't been able to help me with is meeting my sexual needs. When you've been married for 17 years like I was, you come to take some things for granted. Like the availability of a willing and able partner to share the joy of making love. Like I said, it had been a rough year. Until last week when things got better ... and worse. I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a "mental health" day rather than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school, so I had the house to myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the front doorbell ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to answer it. "Hi Jim. Can I come in?" It was Cindy, who had been my wife's best friend. |