I couldn't imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn't think of a good reason not to let her in.I couldn't imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn't think of a good reason not to let her in. "Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?" "That'd be great, thanks." I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and sat down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm, late Spring day and she had on a pair of shorts and a halter top which did little to conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy is 40, but you'd never know it. She has the body of a 20 year old and she knows how to show it off. It used to bug Lana (my wife) sometimes when she'd come over in one of her special outfits, but Lana didn't have anything to worry about in the looks department herself, so it was never a real problem. Cindy has dark brown hair and brown eyes, stands about 5-5 and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has tight curves. She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation. "I suppose you're wondering why I came over this morning." "Well, yes, I guess you could say that." "I need your help with a problem." "Oh?" I was thinking to myself that she should be having this conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that. "Bob can't help me with this problem. In fact, he's the problem, or at least part of it." "Sounds to me like you need a marriage counsellor." "Bob would never go. And besides, we can't afford it right now." "So, how do you think I can help?" "Well, " she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point of making some startling statement, "I want you to help Bob perform better sexually." The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees. It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room seemed very loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands which were folded at her knees. "In what way?" "Bob doesn't believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman, though he doesn't mind asking me to perform it on him." "You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I never would have suspected that Bob was one of them. |