Adultery Plus

 

When Ken gave out a grunt that rang just a little differently than all of the others that Cindy was getting used to she actually found the strength to forge a slight grin around the thick and throbbing shaft that was sliding between her wet lips. In fact, the noise was so noticeable that she found herself craning her neck back just enough to be able to look up at him while still bobbing her lips up and down in his lap. Once the two of them were able to make eye contact the look of twisted strain that covered his face was enough to cause her to breath out a chuckle around the stiff length of meat packed into her mouth.

Ken, however, was unable to return her look of obvious merriment. Especially with him sitting there, on the living room couch with Cindy completely topless down on her knees in front of him. There was also that succulent pair of soft lips that she continued to drag across the trembling hardness of his straining member.

Eventually, Cindy's laughter got the best of her and she was forced to pry her mouth away from him as more of the jovial noise erupted from her. Ken was just glad that she retained enough concentration to keep the grip of her fist pounding up and down across his wet stick.

"Okay now. That's the second time," Cindy said through her bubbling chuckles. "I think we better get this done already before you wind up losing it all in my mouth." The entire time that she was speaking she had managed to pull her hands back down towards her waist and slip her thumbs in underneath the elastic band supporting the pair of light green shorts that she still wore. Grabbing them up along with the pair of panties underneath, she was only able to get a portion of the top of her ass cheeks uncovered and the thin layer of fuzz covering her pubic region exposed before Ken put a stop to her actions.

"Just a little bit more," Ken said, running his fingers through the lustrous red hair which draped down the side of her head. "Then we'll get started."

Cindy instantly recognized the snide smirk that he wore on his face and instinctively knew that it meant if she got started again then things weren't going to stop until she had achieved the clearly drawn out goal. And as much as this mutually unspoken understanding tickled her inside she couldn't help but to dwell on what would most assuredly be the resulting consequences. Namely those that would be coming directly from her mother, who was currently hovering nearby in the kitchen area of the apartment. "Come on. What about her?" Cindy pleaded quietly behind her grin; even going so far as to gently teeter her head over in the direction of the kitchen just to keep from being detected by any eavesdropping parties. "You know I don't want to have to hear her mouth," she continued to whisper.

Dropping his hands out of her hair and brushing a set of thumb strokes down her cheeks before moving on down to the tops of her shoulders, Ken was completely relying on the clear lack of concern for such a thing that he could see in her smiling face in order to push this episode on towards its inevitable end. "Will you let me worry about her," he said to Cindy while tugging forward on her shoulders. She was all giggles again as she craned back on his shaft and lowered her face back down into his lap.

When Verna emerged from the kitchen and moved into the living room area the first thing to catch her ear was the increasing noise of the rough groans coming out of Ken. She'd been well aware of their fooling around before entering the kitchen. But she had expected things to have progressed significantly further along by the time she'd made it back into the living room. She certainly hadn't expected to find Cindy still down on her knees in front of him while Ken was still sitting on the couch. Especially with all of the racket that he was keeping up now. If Verna hadn't known any better she would have sworn that he was just seconds away from...

"Damn it, Ken," Verna said to him as she walked up to the side of the armrest and looked down at them. "Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" The only answer that he gave her was more of the same groans that he was already vocalizing. She just stood there and listened to them climb higher until she saw him reach down and crush a solid hold over one of the sizable mounds that Cindy had on display for him. Soon she didn't need an answer from him. The picture of Cindy lurching her head back into the palm grip that he had placed on the back of her head and listening to her struggle in order to keep swallowing back pretty much told the story for her. "Son of a bitch. I can't turn my back for one minute." Verna was just getting ready to lay into the two of them when a knock came at the door. "Cindy, get your ass up from there and get some clothes on. You too," she said to Ken watching him lean back and collapse into the couch cushion behind him wearing a look of exhaustion. She turned and went towards the door. "And both of you go get cleaned up. Dinner's almost ready."

Mumbling curses to herself, Verna made her way over to the front door of the apartment and pulled it open only to find Steve standing there waiting to be greeted.

"Cindy home?" he asked her.

Verna stepped back and opened the door up a little bit wider. "Come on in. She's in the back." Steve moved in past her and headed on his way. "Just don't plan on being all night," she called after him. "Dinner's almost ready."

 

***

 

Steve rapped his knuckles a few times across Cindy's bedroom door. When he received the go ahead to enter he stepped inside and saw Cindy standing on the other side of her bed pulling a T-shirt down over her naked back. She turned around just in time to give him a view of the shirt dropping down over the lower portion of her breast and falling to cover her belly. When she saw that it was Steve she made a go at straightening the sour look that was on her face. "Steve," Cindy said to him as she walked over and switched on the television. "Sorry about that. For a minute I thought you were someone else."

"That wouldn't happen to be our boy Sam Jennings, would it?" Steve said after walking over and plopping down on top of Cindy's bed.

"Please," Cindy said as she turned and headed back over in his direction. "Don't even get me started on that." She moved around the bed and started going through the drawers in her dresser.

"Are you sure? Because I gotta tell ya, I'd be lying if said that my feelings weren't just a little bit hurt after hearing about you sneaking around behind my back to hook up some date with him."

Cindy turned to have a look back over her shoulder at him and couldn't help reflecting back the jokingly fun grin that he wore. "I wasn't aware that that was something you'd be jealous of," she said to him."

"Don't worry about it," he replied. "Besides. I heard that you scared him off pretty good," he said as he rolled over and began rifling through the top drawer of her nightstand. "I just hope it didn't have anything to do with this."

Cindy turned around to see what it was that he was talking about. When she saw him holding up a tube of lubricating gel she immediately erupted in chuckles. "I doubt it," she said, turning back to the dresser.

"Then do you mind my asking what this is for?"

Cindy looked back at him again. "Do you really want to know?"

 

***

 

Verna delivered a set of plates to the table, finishing the settings for dinner. Ken was still in the process of taking on the last few barbs of her ongoing rage over his previous actions with Cindy when Verna was interrupted by yet another round of knocking at the door. Of course, Ken remained planted on the couch, leaving her to the task of storming over in order to see to this latest disturbance. "It's like Grand Central fucking Station around here!"

 

When she got there she snatched open the door only to find Ken's friend and work buddy Mark standing on the other side.

"Damn," Mark said, lifting his nose to the air and piggishly taking in a few sniffs. "Sure smells good in there. I take it you had something to do with that."

"Mark, what in the benighted fuck do you want?" Verna said to him in a tone that was very short of any patience.

"Nothing," he quickly dropped his nose and replied. "I just stopped by to see Ken. I wasn't expecting to find you in here doing it up the way you do. Guess the only thing I'd be after now is your permission to stay for a quick bite or two."

"Oh shit, Mark, will you get your ass in here already," Verna said, stepping aside to let him in. "I swear, I don't have the time or the patience left to take on your shit too."

Shutting the door closed behind him, she suddenly remembered that there was a third party somewhere off in the apartment that was missing out on all of the venom that she had to give. Not to mention the fact that she had just gotten done preparing dinner and Cindy had yet to reemerge from her bedroom. Verna flashed Ken another angry glare as she passed him up on the couch on her way back towards Cindy's bedroom. With all of her carrying on she had almost forgotten that Cindy had been entertaining company back in her room. Verna's first thought had been to just carelessly send this Steve fellow packing. After all, she had given him fair warning as to the time and yet and still he had taken it upon himself to completely ignore her. A condition that was obviously catching around this apartment. Needless to say, she was not amused.

When Verna made it to Cindy's bedroom door she knocked a few times but received no answer. In all of her haste and aggravation she just twisted the knob and pushed open the door completely ignoring the bevy of sounds coming from the other side that would have explained to her why no one inside of the bedroom had been paying her any attention. But everything suddenly became clear once she had gotten the door open a crack and was able to see inside. Her eyes immediately went over towards the bed where she found her daughter lying flat out on her belly with her legs spread breathing heavily into the stack of pillows beneath her face. And lying right there on top of her naked body just as nude as she was, was the young man that she had come back there with the explicit intentions of tossing out on his ear.

With his knees planted down on the outside of her spread thighs and the front his pelvis constantly pushing against the soft padding of Cindy's robust hindquarters, Verna quickly understood why no one had jumped up to answer the knock at the door. And one look between Cindy's legs at the stiff rod that was being pushed and pulled through the clenching hole buried down between the pillowed cushions of her butt cheeks certainly explained the look of aching strain that Cindy wore on her face as well as the blaring chorus of whimpering calls coming out of her mouth. Steve sure wasn't making a go at being any less peaceful. Listening to the painstaking groans coming out of him as he knelt there with his stomach pressed flat against Cindy's back while he fought against the tight, lubed over grip of Cindy's asshole, Verna imagined that she would have quite the time trying to interrupt the two of them now.

And why should she bother was the very next thought that occurred to her. After all, it certainly looked like all of the time that Cindy had put in messing around with Ken had definitely paid off. This Steve guy didn't seem to be in any mood to complain, although it was sketchy as to whether or not he knew just what it had taken in order to allow him to continue to sink balls deep into Cindy's anal orifice. These vigorous intrusions were eliciting much more from her than a louder cry from her lips and more of a wiggle from her hips.