Sharing Cindy Chapter 31 “Cindy Meets a Fireman”

Sharing Cindy
Chapter 31
“Cindy Meets a Fireman”


Over the years, my wife Cindy has had sex with many men; with my blessing and usually my encouragement. Some of these men were a one-time thing and great for a night of fun. However, some of them seemed to have a little something extra. These are the men that are lucky enough to be invited to play more than once. And a select few have become somewhat of a “friend with benefits” who regularly get to enjoy spending time with her. Jim was one of these men.

Every year we have several festivals during the summertime that are held along the riverfront. It was a hot July day when Cindy and her friend Judy decided to head down to the Great Inland Seafood Festival. I usually go, as you can get whole Maine lobsters for less than $10, but I was home nursing a busted up ankle, an didn’t feel like spending the day on crutches. I watched them climb in Judy’s car around noon, thinking how good they both looked in their short shorts and tank tops.

I spent the day watching a ball game and then fell asleep out back in my hammock. I was woken up being eaten alive by mosquitoes. The sun had gone down and those little bastards had decided to feast on me. I hobbled into the house and after finding the hydrocortisone; I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 9:30 pm. I was wondering where Cindy was and just beginning to get a little worried when I heard the front door open.

Cindy came in through the door and she definitely looked a lot different than when she had left many hours ago. She and Judy had done themselves up earlier, with their hair curled and make up applied to look their best out in public. The both had on shorts and cute summer tank tops. She now had her hair hanging limp and was only wearing a large oversize t-shirt that had the initials WCFD on it. She had what appeared to be her clothes in her hand and a huge smile on her face.

“It looks like you had an eventful day” I said.

“Uh huh” She said as she walked up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Nice outfit” I said, glancing down at her shirt.

She giggled. “You like it?” she asked as she stepped back and smoothed it down over her chest. Her nipples were very noticeable under the fabric of the shirt.

“Want to tell me about it?” I asked, my eyebrows rising. I knew this was going to be a good story. My mind was working overtime, trying to guess, but I was nowhere close.

“Let’s go get comfortable” she replied as she took my hand and led me into the living room. “Then I can tell you how bad your girl was today.”

There it was….My Bad Girl. I knew right then that she had been fucked that day. I always ask if she was a bad girl when she comes home when I know she has been out with another man. It had become our code for letting me know that she that had some form of sex. And now she was going to tell me all about it. My cock had responded accordingly and had already started to grow inside my shorts.

I plopped down on my recliner and she climbed up into my lap. She smelled like she had just stepped out of a shower. When she leaned against my chest I could smell shampoo in her hair, but I knew it was not her usual brand. I was trying to figure out how she could have taken a shower at the festival. I didn’t try too hard to figure it out though, because I knew she would fill in all the blanks.

“Start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out” I told her.
“Judy and I were having a good time walking around the festival. You know how much I love seafood and after a couple of beers we were ready to get some lobster. We each got one and we finally found a table to sit at and eat them.”

“Were they good?” Actually as much as I wanted to hear her story, a big hunk of lobster claw meat dripping warm butter sounded very good too.

“Yeah, they were. But it was so hot outside. Our table didn’t have an umbrella and we were sitting in the sun, sweating. Judy grabbed us a couple more beers and we were finishing up while watching some of the boats cruising up and down the river. Judy said she wished we could be on one of those boats as it looked a lot cooler than sitting there in the sun. Just then a guy sitting at the next table asked if we wanted to go on his boat. He said that he had his boat tied up down on the waterfront and if we wanted to, we could join him and his friend out on the water when we were finished eating.”

I could feel her shift around in my lap as she told her story. She had pulled her legs up and hung then over the arm of the chair. The t-shirt slid up her thighs, almost to her crotch. Of course my hands went to her legs and began to caress them. Her soft skin felt wonderful to my touch.

“He introduced himself as Jim and then he introduced the others with him. One of the guys was Darren and there were another couple with him, Jenny and somebody, I don’t remember. Anyway, he said we were more than welcome to come out with them for a spin around the water. I asked Judy what she thought and she was all for it. We finished up and told them we would be right back; that we wanted to grab another drink before we left. He said not to worry because they had a cooler full of beer and we could just drink with them.”

“He had a speedboat and he seemed to be showing off a little for us, running over the wakes of the bigger boats.