Cynthia returns from her date

A gentle touch on her arm brings Cynthia back to the here and now. She looks up to see John's face, reassuring concern written large on his face. "Hey," he says, "is everything okay?" Cynthia feels her heart flutter as his fingers linger on her arm. She can't help but smile, feeling good, feeling happy to be with this wonderful man.

"Yes, I'm fine," Cynthia says. It is not really a lie. The conflict within her is a matter for another time. Right now, right here, she really is fine.

The couple finish their meal, leaving the restaurant hand in hand and take a moonlit stroll through a nearby park. For a while they are alone in the world, Cynthia leaning against John as they walk. He is the perfect gentleman the entire time. The intrusive thought enters Cynthia's mind that Joshua would have taken her into the bushes and fucked her silly under the full moon. She is almost sad John doesn't try something like it.

The night finally comes to an end and John brings Cynthia home, sending her off with a gentle kiss and a caress of her arm. The gentle physical intimacy sends a thrill through her, giving her the kind of pleasure Joshua could never. She almost feels drunk on the emotional contentment she feels after the night but as she enters her building, ascending the stairs to her and Joshua's apartment, she feels a need for physical contact rising within her.

Cynthia opens the door to their apartment and is met with the sounds of fucking.

When I hear the door open, I don't bother to turn around, my eyes fixed on the porn playing on the screen. Soon after Cynthia and I started fucking, I started to film us during, eventually setting up a bunch of cameras throughout the apartment, allowing me to create my own porn, starring Cynthia. All of this was with her consent, of course, though she drew the line at actually commercializing our, frankly, pretty good porn videos. So they remained just for us.

"Hey, Cynthia," I say as I hear her approach me, her eyes taking in the sight of herself getting fucked from behind on TV. "Get on your knees. How was your date?" Cynthia walks around the couch and walks between my legs, getting on her knees before my naked body, dick erect from watching porn and edging for the duration of her date.

"It was good. John is a nice guy," Cynthia says and begins to lick my shaft without needing prompting. I chuckle.

"I take it he didn't fuck you tonight either," I say. Cynthia shakes her head and makes a sound that I take to mean no.