I said Go Ahead. Oops. Part 1

So here we are at a holiday party, I and my fiance Cynthia.

Many familiar faces are around us and some not so familiar. I am 54 and she is 53 years old, still quite attractive. I am not sure I'd call her a cougar per se. She's overweight at about 212 pounds and 5 foot 8 inches tall with slightly naturally blond wavy hair extending down just under her 38DD breasts. Parted in the middle with no particular styling it just works around her somewhat rounded face. 

Cynthia's buttocks is oversized, a bit of a ghetto booty as often called, a mixture of fat and muscle still quite firm as are her breasts. Her thighs are match for her buttocks, thick as small tree trucks and also a mix of fat and muscle rounded out with a bit of a belly and moderate hip huggers. Yet, her calves and lower legs are well toned. I guess you could say she has that sort of Latino body shape without the hourglass part. The large bottom and thighs but not the hourglass waist. 

Her nicely rounded face, fair skin, brownish eye's and small nose work together nicely. In the days of old Europe when corsets and mistresses of noble's existed she'd have been a prize. 

It is not unusual for Cynthia to turn men's heads or that they approach her and age seems be no barrier. Whether 20 years old or 70 years old they simply seem to gravitate to her. She likes turning heads and often wears medium cut blouses that efficiently display her ample cleavage and tight nylon pants in varieties of colors and patterns that hug her sized booty and thighs. 

That all said friend, I'd often would become angry as other men would pay extra attention to her until I began asking myself why. I began to notice things such as this sort of natural appeal that goes beyond looks, sorta like a magnet. When making love I noticed the closer I would come to her face the more beautiful she would become. 

I decided to try an experiment many months back. Explore a little fantasy romance pretending I was someone else who'd paid extra attention to her. A young man to be exact. She really got into it and so I explored more deeply pretending be many different men. The response was quite incredible and she opened up more of her sexual sensuality as a result. In fact, she told me that whenever a guy would cum inside her she near immediately wanted more, endlessly. 

Another party came with more of the same. I'd catch guys showing her photo's on their cellphones from over her shoulder. Their heads close to hers not really caring much what photo's they show her but more focused on looking down her blouse. Men offering hugs knowing that she will not shy away. How does a lady refuse a hug? They'd help usher her through a door instead of moving out of the way placing their hand on her waist and sliding it down across her butt as she passes. Why, some of the men at the varied parties even talk smut in front of her, how they fucked this one, strip clubs, how this one gave them oral sex and they came in the womans mouth and she lapped it all up, on and on. 

I'd been angry several times and told her they are trying to evoke a response, after all, they dont say such thing around their wives or girlfriends. 

Other times I'd get her a plate of food only to come back and she'd be bracketed by men on all sides at the table and they'd all be talking away laying their hands upon her shoulder, hand or top of her thigh whenever the opportunity seemed arise. 

In fact, the first July 4th annual party I went to with her when we first met had her swimming in the pool. The pool ladder was out of commission apparently. I was inside the house. Apparently Cynthia wanted help getting out of the pool. One of the guys who'd been swimming not minutes before offered help her so I was told. Did he get in the pool to perhaps lift her by a lower leg or the waist? Uh uh. He dangled his legs over the edge of the pool deck and spread his legs. Then he went hoist her up under her armpits. Thus essentially bringing her atop him. However, from what I was told he indeed hauled her up and her bikini top came off completely so she lay atop him in full glory albeit for a moment. How old was he? Twenty four back then. 

I've saw men of all ages, even young adults act really out of the norm with her yet she's not done a single thing I can ever recall to bring it on. 

She'd even told me before I'd met her she when she was 45 and went to some night classes two young guys not even 20 years old refused to get off her car until she kissed them yet she'd had no interactions with either except an introduction. 

Now you might be thinking friend reader that, “Oh sure... It's what every guy wants with a woman!” 

Your wrong, or at least in this case. Cynthia has this sorta natural magnetism. Its uncanny. She's not drop dead gorgeous nor is her body magazine perfection. It just works. Some women just have this sorta natural gravitation. That's what she has but its extreme. I guess one might say just like a bird know the sweetest fruit on the tree even if it looks imperfect it gravitates towards that. 

But I've learned... No reason for me to be angry. It hurts her, hurts me and if I were one of those guys I'd surely enjoy peeking down her shirt too. In fact, I gravitated to her in much the same way. 

Speed ahead time to a few months back, this particular party seemed like any other but now my mindset had changed as I noted. That again being, “I get it.” If I were one of these guys I'd like nothing better than look down her shirt, get a nice hug from those 38DD firm breasts more or less have them soaked and laying atop me. 

Now that all said at virtually every one of these parties this fella by the name of Jerry would talk about something to do with sex be that former conquests or strip clubs where he'd done this or that. Always quite descriptive and vocal saying things such as “She was sucking on my dick and I blew my load all over her face” or “I fucked this bitch over and over again and blah blah blah.” 

He's not a whole lot to look at perhaps 60 years old, drives a dump truck. Nice enough guy and he and I have had some good talks about history or the global landscape for example. 

The more Jerry drinks the more he seems seek Cynthia out and talk sex with or without other men around. Of course I saw the traditional display. Show her some photo's gaze over her shoulder and look at her breasts. But now, I'd changed, I did not get angry. 

I decided to have a little fun. He'd been talking about when he was in his 40's and had sex with these two really young women in a bar parking lot and how he wore them out etc. Sloppy little details of how he came all over one's face and breasts... on and on. An African American fella named Matthias about 22 years old and another fella named Bart were listening away and of course my Cynthia. 

Cynthia and I'd discussed his rumblings many times after parties, as I said, he tries invoke a reaction from her and never says such things around the other ladies present or his wife. To Cynthia, she just let the language fly past her, that sort of talk does not get her engine running. Well, as I found out, at least not in conversation aspects. 

Later in the evening Jerry and I were talking and Cynthia walked by us her rather bulbous near ghetto booty snapped right and left in front of us bouncing and quickly recoiling in her white nylon pants. She was wearing a medium cut white blouse sheer enough to see the pink of her bra through. 

I said to Jerry, “She's so beautiful. Look at that butt. Dude, you have no idea. She'd wear you out.” 

He seemed uncomfortable. 

I continued, “Dude... I'm not blind nor stupid. She's hot. You have no idea. I've saw you look down her shirt at nearly every party for years now. I dont blame you. Her breasts are firm and fine. When she's on top of me its like the most sensual beautiful thing I have ever saw.” 

Jerry was speechless. Acting like he'd been caught hand in the cookie jar. 

“Jerry, I'm not mad. Men gravitate to her. I notice it all the time and for quite a while I'd get angry about it. Then I realized if I were in their shoes I'd wonder what she is like too. She has this natural sort of appeal. Its uncanny and irresistible. I know it well as I was drawn to her as well in the same way” I said. 

Jerry nodded his head at me. 

I continued, “Remember some years back when I told you that I am quite good at sex? Its true. With her, its hard not to be. What you feel just being around her pales completely in comparison to getting in on with her. She loves to have sex and dude, believe me, she's unbelievable. Whether sensuous, hard, carnal, fantasy... she can do it all and at levels way beyond the norm.” 

I bent over right next to his ear, “Jerry... When she is about to cum she gets so wet. I mean, you can smell in it the air. When she orgasms her body sometimes spasms like shit you see faked in porn movies... But its not fake. Seeing her cum makes you want explode and if you do its like her body just goes into automatic. Her pussy contracts like she is pulling your cum out of you. Its unreal.” I said. 

Jerry looked at me with a look of “Are you really saying this?” but did not whisper a word. 

I continued, “I'm not angry dude. In fact, I completely get it. But, talking smut in front of her? Looking for a reaction? Forget it. That stuff just bounces off her like rain on a waxed car. Saying to her you love her hair, the pattern on the tight pants. Asking her if it doesnt bother her that men might look at her butt will invoke a response. She might say, “Do you like it?”. Think dude. Dont just say, “Yes.” Say, “Let me see it better.” Ask her how the material feels and maybe she'll let you touch it. Dont be afraid like a kid grabbing a cookie and running. If she lets you touch it run your hands over her like a man. She likes that. If your going to look down her shirt let her catch you. Then tell her that you just cant help yourself. Understand? She reacts to being reacted to.” I told him. 

He smiled at me, “And you dont care?” 

“Jerry, she is literally every guys fantasy. I cant say exactly why but I cant fight that and I understand it.” I said. “Can I blame any man? Blame her? Get angry? Try and change her? That'd be criminal. She is special and deserves to feel special and what she gives back is special. Understand?” 

He shook his head in agreement. 

“Another thing.” I said. “Dont talk about such things with a gaggle of people around. Talk to her not at her. Look into her not atop her. What makes her different is she emanates from the inside out not the outside in. If I happen to show up while your both talking, you do not need to become freaky. Just act like I already know everything said, ok? Lastly, very important. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” 

Jerry agreed. 

Shortly after I was asked come inside into a discussion that lasted perhaps an hour. Afterwards I looked for Cynthia and she was not in the backyard or on the deck. So I looked to the place where people went to smoke, not that she smokes. There she was with Jerry talking and I walked up and said “How's it going?” There was an immediate sense of a bit of tension and then Jerry said, “We were talking about well... sex and stuff. You know, a lot of the stuff I've said never really happened...” 

“It's ok.” I replied, “One can walk into nearly any sports bar and find guy's that are not really true about a lot of that stuff.” 

“Well I apologized to Cynthia because at some of the parties... well... you know. I'd be talking about the stuff in front of her... and... well, it was not proper of me to do that.” Jerry stated. 

I walked over and put my hand on her head and said, “Well... This one here is really special and understanding. Guy's look at her all the time and I used to really get angry with her didn't I honey?” 

“Yes you did, very nasty at times.” she replied. 

“But then I realized why. She's different. Special. Now I understand she is like every guy's fantasy.” I said. “I cant blame them or her. She is who she is and I love that.” 

Jerry said, “Well, I'm older now and things down there don't work like they used to if you know what I mean? My wife is as you know quite a bit younger, my mail order bride. But even with that I have problems.” 

“Maybe you do not have the right mindset.” I told Jerry. “Lets take a walk out front.” 

Cynthia looked at me funny but I took her upper arm and encouraged her to stand up. 

“Where are we going?” Cynthia asked me. 

“Just getting away from the party so we can talk without all the background noise.” I responded. 

The party was out in the country and we walked down the long driveway to the road. We crossed the street to this field area and towards an edge not too distant from the road where there was some seclusion but the street light still allowed for good lighting. 

I walked up to Cynthia and kissed her deeply on her lips and then said, “Jerry, Cynthia here... She's special. Even a kiss from her is unlike any other. Seriously. Its all about give, receive and response.” 

He looked at my oddly and Cynthia smiled at me. 

“You dont believe me?”, I said. “Cynthia, give Jerry a kiss please.” 

She gave me a shocked stare. 

“Go ahead...” I said. 

She walked over and gave him a kiss. 

“Baby. I mean a real kiss. One from inside you.” I sounded off. 

She put her hands on his face and laid it on him. 

When she drew back I spoke. 

“See Jerry, I told you. Do you feel it?” I said. “Shes like electricity. Would you mind doing it once more honey? Wrap your arms around her Jerry and draw her close. Take in her scent, feel her against you. Let your inner self out, like she does. Close your eyes and then open them to see her.” 

Cynthia looked at me strangely but walked up to him and began to kiss him. Jerry took her tight against him and well... in no time flat they were exchanging tongues. 

I walked up behind Cynthia and whispered in her ear, “Its me baby. You are intense. So beautiful. Every mans desire you are just as I have told you. Your every mans fantast. Relax. No inhibitions. Let whats inside out baby. I”m here, its ok.” 

Mind you, we'd never done anything like this before. 

Knowing Cynthia always kisses with her eyes closed, that is, until she goes carnal in which case her entire look changes especially her eyes I moved about and whispered in Jerry's ear, “Neck, lips and cheeks.” 

I moved back behind Cynthia and Jerry began kissing her neck. Cynthia was getting warmed up, I can just tell. I ran both my hands up and down her back to near where Jerry's arms were holding her and then took his hand and moved it downwards unto her buttocks and pushed hard on his hand to send the message. 

He grabbed at her rear sinking his fingers into her buttocks and Cynthia lifted her leg as she'd done with me many times before. 

The question now was what to do?

I broke it up. “Ok you two... and I pulled Cynthia back a bit.” 

I looked at Jerry and well, could just tell. He was wanting to land his plane on her runway. 

“I bet your hard now?” I said. 

He shook his head confirming it. 

“See, its not you Jerry with a problem per se.” I relayed, “Its all what gets running through your mind and that of who you are with. Cynthia here just happens to be a lady who can draw any man young or old naturally. That's why you sneak looks down her shirt for example.” 

Cynthia gave me this odd smile and look. 

“Dont look at me like that baby.” I said, “You know it and you love it. Your like a beautiful painting but the beauty is not only on the canvas but the thoughts, hand and passion that went into its creation.” 

She turned and gave me a simply unbelievable deep kiss then turned back towards Jerry. 

“I am going to give you a gift to think about Jerry, do not look upon any woman in such primal ways like how you speak about them. Look upon all aspects. Like a painting.” I said. 

I put my arms around Cynthia's waist and began lifting her shirt upwards. She immediately grabbed at my hands to stop me and I whispered in her ear, “Its just me baby. Close your eyes. Go ahead. Close them.” and she reluctantly did so and released my hands. 

I lifted her shirt higher and higher slowly and as I reached the support of her bra under her breasts slid my fingertips under it and lifted exposing her breasts to Jerry. 

Her nipples were at full erection jutting out a good half an inch. 

I put my head over her shoulder right next to her ear and said, “You are beauty baby, inside and out. Every mans desire you are.” 

Cynthia's hands were down towards her tummy not clasped together but instead with each finger touching the finger on her opposing hand. 

I whispered in her ear but loud enough for Jerry to hear, “Will you let him taste your beauty my love?” 

A moment of pause and she said, “Yes.” 

I motioned to him with my head and Jerry came over and his lips, mouth and tongue met her left breast. Cynthia shuddered, I could feel it and her hands moved upwards as she let out a small gasp feeling him come into contact with her. In moments she was lightly moaning and licking her lips and again shuddered violently as Jerry's right hand came up unto her right breast. 

I reached over and pushed his shoulder and he broke free from her. 

“Look at her!” I said. She was just unbelievably gorgeous in that moment. I did not even need see it, I just knew it. 

“Jerry!” I laughed. “Hello, over here! Hello!!!!” 

He looked at me. “Snap out of It!” I pulled Cynthia's shirt back down. “I know you want her, right now, all of her, you'd sacrifice near anything to have the moment right? I get it. Its not going to happen.” I said firmly. 

“But look, look what she did to you. Look what you did to her. Thats what can happen when you touch the insides in all ways instead of concerning yourself with the outsides. Its that inner sensuality that makes for special often unforgettable experiences.” I boldly said. 

“Lets get back to the party.” I said. 

Jerry said, “I cant go right now. I... I... I cant go back like this.” The bulge in his pants was quite sizeable. “I think I... Umm... I need to... you know. Jerk off.” 

“I sure understand that my friend.” I replied. “Go ahead. We wont watch.” 

He walked as best as he could towards a tree and pulled his pants downwards and began working it. 

I noticed that Cynthia was just itching to watch, she kept trying to look over her shoulder towards him and then back at me. 

“You want it dont you?” I said. 

She paused and paused looking at me apparently not so sure if A. She should respond or B. If I would get angry if she did especially given my past of getting very angry at far far less. 

“Yes.” she said. 

“Go ahead. Dont make a habit out of it.” I replied. 

BE SURE READ PART II