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Shoulder to cry on

Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

back, closed my eyes, and sighed. What the heck was I doing here, I wondered. I barely knew the woman. And where was Paul? On duty? I snorted - wouldn't it be great, for him to come home, and find me sitting on his sofa - next to his wife, clad in her bathrobe? Lynn returned, handed me a glass of juice and sat down next to me. I took a sip, as she asked, "So - what's bugging you? Had a fight, with Julie?" That was all the encouragement I needed to become a bore. I told her the whole story. Lynn didn't say a word, until I was finished. "Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow morning?" Where would I go - on a Saturday - on my own? I thought again of my empty house and shuddered. "Nope. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. Damn the woman!" Lynn just nodded and rose. "Alright, you're staying here tonight. I can't let you drive after drinking. And we both need a couple." Relieved, I watched her walk over to the TV, switch the volume up a little bit, and disappear back into the kitchen. I wasn't feeling much - beyond the pain of losing my family - other than gratitude at not having to be alone tonight. Even the company of a dumpy, middle-aged housewife was preferable to being home alone. Lynn returned with two beers, and handed me one. Then she sat on the other end of the sofa, turned, and dropped her feet in my lap. "You see, Paul and I had a huge row. He hasn't been home in five days - he's living in the barracks now." We stared at each other for a moment, raised our beers, and she ... said: "To our Dear Ones. Fuck 'em!" "Amen!" And there we sat and commiserated with each other. As my eyes were blankly staring at the TV-screen, Lynn and I took turns telling each other about all the problems we had been having with our spouses. It didn't quite turn into a competition, but I think I was ahead on points. For example, Lynn couldn't trump my story of when Julie had thrown our portable TV at my head.......... Surprisingly, we only sipped at our beers, as the stories just flowed out of us. For me at least, it was very cathartic - and only as I felt myself gradually relax, did I realize just how tense I had been. And only then, did I notice that I was caressing Lynn's feet.......... This came as a complete surprise to me. Marriage problems or not - I would never have consciously laid a hand on Lynn. Yet here I was - one hand stroking the sole of her foot - and the other roaming all over. Her feet were small, neat, warm, and very soft. I quickly looked back to the TV, and tried to concentrate on what Lynn was saying. But my hands were now aware of what they were doing. I played with her toes, caressed the top of her foot, a little squeeze here, just the finger-tips there - my eyes glued to the TV. It felt too good, and I didn't want to stop. But I didn't want to get yelled at either. So I pretended to be just absentmindedly touching her feet. And prepared my "Oh - sorry - didn't realize!", for when she finally called me out. I didn't really notice Lynn's conversation ...