1. Mourning Sex 2


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    My wife insists that I am a jerk for taking advantage of Cindy's vulnerability. She also made me tell her every detail of how I seduced Cindy. After a round of delightful sex, she made me retell the story with every detail of how Cindy seduced me. She enjoyed the second telling as much as the first. Later, she pointed out that I owed it to Cindy to allow our friendship to continue. I was not sure what Cindy wanted. We chatted briefly online a couple of times, and she did not sound overly eager to meet again. Nearly a week later, she told me she needed to ask me a favor, but she was reluctant. I had to insist that she ask, and she only asked after I promised that I would think about it before I agreed. In spite of the promise, I agreed immediately. The next day, I left work early, and drove to Cindy's house. She was waiting in the drive when I arrived, and she seemed upset as she climbed into my car. She said hello, but did not want a hug or a kiss. Our first stop was a florist, and she ordered more than asked me to stay in the car. She remained quiet as I drove the forty minute trip to our destination. The cemetery where her step-grandmother was buried is rather large. She quickly became frustrated when the directions she had brought were not as clear as they could have been. I remained calm and eventually we found the area we needed to get to and I parked the car. I looked to Cindy to see if she wanted me to join her. "Why are you here?" she asked, as tears poured down ...
    her face. "To beat up your step-sisters if they show up and make trouble," I half-teased. Cindy looked shocked. "We agreed to try being friends," I added. "Times like these are when you need friends the most." "We aren't going to have sex," she pointed out. "Most cemeteries frown on that, especially before dark," I joked. The look she gave me would have brought frost into the desert air at noon. "I am here for you, Cindy, because you need me. We all deal with grief in our own ways. I promise to stop the bad jokes while we are here. Let's go show our respects to your grandmother." She nodded and we walked over to the grave site. Half way there, Cindy reached for me and she allowed herself to lean on me as we walked. At the grave site, she buried her eyes in my shoulder as she cried for several minutes. There were still tears in her eyes as she placed the flowers by the new stone. "John, can I have a few minutes alone, please?" she asked. "Of course. Take all the time you need." I gently kissed her forehead and walked up to wait by the car. From the vantage point of the car, I could see that she was talking out loud, presumably to her grandmother. She stood stock still for several minutes, and then paced for several minutes as she talked. Eventually, she sat, and her nervous hands pulled a flower from the bunch and she slowly peeled all of the petals and leaves from it. Four shredded flowers later, she realized what she was doing, and she laughed loud enough for me to hear. She ...
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