Leave her alone

Uncharacteristically, I decide to leave Cynthia to her date preparations. Instead, I go to the living room and put some porn on the TV and jerk off slowly as she gets ready. My eyes wander between the action on screen and Cynthia putting on her makeup and squeezing into a little black dress.

When the doorbell rings, announcing John's arrival, I turn the TV off and get up. Cynthia comes out of the bathroom, notices the massive erection straining against the fabric of my pants, licks her lips and comes over to me. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and a teasing touch, trailing the shaft of my cock through my pants.

"Thank you," she whispers into my ear.