and Kleenex

(MF, mast, cheat)

A vignette by Michael

The strangest things seem to happen to me.

Like the other day I was surfing the internet when I came across this sex blog called I've never actually looked at a blog before. Normal old fashioned websites were what I was into. But I just happened to see this link for on one of my favorite sex story websites and two hours and one orgasm later I realized that I had been missing out on something new and fun.

I like to browse sexually explicit websites and being a fully mature adult I see no conflict in doing so regularly. The only thing is that I keep it to myself, I don't think my wife would approve, she just barely uses email, and I'm sure she would think I was crazy if she knew the amount of my free time that I spent looking at porn each week.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I started checking out sex blogs in general and was amazed at the variety and the scope of the articles, pictures and strange stuff. Blogging had become my new hobby, even if it was a solitary thing that I had it enjoy by myself.

I continued to cruise the blogs all week, until last night when my wife decided to have a little get-together with some of our neighbors and a few friends from work.

About half way through the evening I went into the den and turned on the computer and clicked on I guess I was a little board and I wanted to see what new article had been posted. The original idea was to take a quick look and then come back to the party.

There was this weird article about "Love and the Ambisexual, Heteroflexible Teen", about how teenagers, girls in particular, have increasing numbers of same-sex encounters, and how the sexual orientation categories are blurring.

I was absorbed in the article when Cynthia, our attractive and divorced next door neighbor came over and sat beside me. I have to tell you here, that I have been trying to get into Cynthia's pants for as long as I've known her. Yes I know I'm married, but you'd have to see this woman to know what I'm talking about.

Anyway she asked what I was reading and why I wasn't out in the other room having fun. I took a moment to gather my courage and then showed her the article I was reading. She sat there only inches away from me, the heat from her firm athletic body radiating and her perfume wafting as she read.

I don't know what I expected, I mean I knew that she knew that I'd been horn-dogging her over the past few months, but I'll admit that I hadn't expected what happened next.

Without warning, and while she was still looking at the computer screen, her hand came to rest on my thigh. I looked at her and then down at her hand on my leg, but she didn't look away from the screen or even acknowledge that she was touching me. Then to my utter amazement her hand slowly moved up to the snap of my jeans and she tugged them open.

I'd been flirting with her at the party that evening, but I really didn't expect to get lucky and I never expected anything like this to happen. It was always me who made the aggressive moves, but here was this lovely creature opening the fly to my pants and we were only feet away from all the partygoers.

I realized that we were probably headed for disaster but I was caught between fear, lust and excitement, so I just sat there as my sweet, beautiful Cynthia fished my hardening prick out of my pants and began to massage it, all the while clicking through the sex blog.

I tried to pretend that we were just looking at the pages on the computer screen and I really do think that Cynthia was reading stuff off the site, but I was far beyond reading at that stage, I was breathing like a puff adder as she kept jacking me off, never even looking over at me. It was amazing.

It was about then that Cynthia clicked on a series of nude pictures that the blog master had placed on the site. I'd masturbated to them to completion the day before and here I was getting a second look with my neighbor's hand wrapped around my cock, pumping away.

My blood pressure was going through the roof, and I knew that this strange encounter was bringing me to the point of no return and that it was only moments away. Then I groaned as my body jerked several times and I spurt, first one big long jet, all the way up onto the key board, then several smaller ones that were quickly smeared all over my throbbing shaft as Cynthia continued to pull on my meat.

As my brain slowly cleared from its lustful orgasmic haze - I noticed that my pretty neighbor as looking down at my lap. I looked down at it too and saw the mess I'd created, or rather that "she" had created.

My cum was everywhere, it was smeared all over my dick, the front of my jeans and all over her fingers and over the back of her hand. I looked up and our eyes met. Cynthia didn't say anything, she just let go of me and brought her index finger to her mouth and stuck it between her lips and sucked my goo off, moving her tongue in little circles.

Before I could utter a word, Cynthia smiled at me and said, "Wow! That was fun." Then she stood up, and taking her "messy" hand she wiped it several times on my shirt and walked out of the room back to the party.

I sat there for a full minute, kind of in a daze, (until I heard my wife calling for me.) then realizing my vulnerable situation I jumped up, zipping up my fly and ran to the closest bathroom to clean myself up. I was hopeful that I was going to get through this experience without really having to pay the consequences. I figured that Cynthia wouldn't go spreading around our little Sexoteric and Kleenex session.

But, what I had completely forgotten was the fact that I'd cum all over the key board of our computer and of course my wife had come into the room to see what I was doing. And of course she knew that Cynthia had just been sitting beside me at the computer and of course she can tell cum when she sees it.

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