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Cynthia was my wife’s best friend. They seemed inextricably hooked at the waist and went everywhere together. I didn’t mind for the most part, because Cynthia was very outgoing and fun to be around. She was also cute, like my wife, but I think my wife had her beat in several areas, especially in the sexy department. Cynthia became such a mainstay in our house and every time we went somewhere that some of my guy friends began to wonder if I had two wives. I assured them I only had one wife.Cynthia and I played around a lot, but we both knew there was a line that neither of us should ever cross. We got close a couple of times, but then either she or myself would look at the other, smile and say, “We better not,” or “Time out.”This worked fairly well until a few weeks back. Margaret and I had a small Ataşehir Escort spat. I don’t even remember what we argued about, but I do remember sleeping on the couch for the first time in ten years. I confided in Cynthia about the ordeal and she said that the next time Margaret and I argued, rather than take the couch, for me just come over to her place and she would gladly make room for me in her bed. I knew she was joking, but for some odd reason, I suspected she might not be joking.“Time out,” I replied.“OK, OK, OK,” Cynthia replied. She apologized and said she didn’t mean to make light of our marital spat. She said she’d talk to Margaret and see what was really going on.That night, I slept on the couch a for a second night. Margaret was that hacked off. Ataşehir Escort Bayan She didn’t even want to talk to me or talk at all. I called Cynthia and she said she would come over and talk with Cynthia.About an hour later and Cynthia knocked on the door. She suggested I go for a drive and allow her and Margaret to chat.About an hour later and Cynthia called me on my cell.“You may want to get a hotel or just go to my place for the night,” Cynthia suggested. “She’s pretty stoked.”I didn’t have a lot of available cash, so I asked Cynthia if I could just crash at her place.“Sure,” she replied. “I think Margaret will eventually be OK and the two of you will be able to work things out, but you may have to give her a few days.”I agreed and headed to Cynthia’s Escort Ataşehir place. I slipped off my shoes and settled on to the couch. As I looked around at her well- furnished apartment, I tried to wrap my head around the discord Margaret and I had. It was unsettling, to say the least. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30am. I figured Cynthia probably decided to stay at the house, so I slipped off my pants and my shirt and settled into Margaret’s oversized Queen-sized bed.I don’t know what time Cynthia came in. All I know is that I woke up to a warm body snuggling next to me. In the fog of sleep, I had developed a huge erection. I reached over and instinctively grabbed the hand next to me and placed it on to my boner, not even thinking about who I was sleeping with. The hand squeezed my tool. I slid my boxer shorts down my legs and kicked them off under the covers. I pulled the warm body on top of myself. We kissed, deeply and passionately, as she pressed her body against mine.Suddenly, I realized the body was not Margaret, but someone with whom I had not slept with or kissed before.
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