Sharing Cindy - S01 E81

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Sharing Cindy - S01 E81

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 81

“Cindy Fights Him, then Fucks Him”

My wife Cindy is typically a very easy going person and she typically gets along very well with most everyone. This story is about a time that she did not see eye to eye with a guy and got into a very big argument. Which in turn led to a very physical sexual encounter.

This happened during one cold and snowy winter. We had been in the middle of weeks of freezing temperatures and everyone we knew was feeling the effects cabin fever very badly. Our friend Sandy decided to throw a party to help lighten everyone’s bad moods. She also had begun to date a new guy and wanted to use the party to help introduce him to all of her friends.

Sandy lived in an old three story Victorian house that her parents had bought to rehab, but allowed her to stay there until they got motivated to actually do the work. She had been there three years so far and it looked like nothing had been done as of yet. However it did make for a great place for a large party.

Sandy decided that this was going to be a beach themed party to try to get everyone to stop thinking about the snow. She decorated it up with tiki themed items and had lots of rum based drinks. Most of the guys were dressed in Hawaiian shirts and shorts, while the girls had on either casual shorts and tanks or, like Cindy and Sandy, bikini tops and grass skirts. I even had my version of a Hawaiian shirt, but instead of huge flowers or parrots, it had bottles of beer all over it.

Most everyone seemed to be enjoying the party and went along with the spirit by dressing up. That is, except for a groups of guys who I didn’t know. There were three of them that seemed to keep to themselves and hang out by the keg all night. Each time I would go fill up my cup I could hear some snarky comments coming from them about how lame the party was and the people there. I wondered who these assholes were.

It turns out that Sandy’s new boyfriend, Scott, had asked a couple of his friends to the party. Apparently they were not very social and decided that dressing for a themed party was dumb, and brought that attitude to the party. I decided to ignore them and have fun, checking out all the fine ladies in their beachwear. I filled my cup up and then disappeared into another room and forgot about them.

I was having fun watching a group of people attempt to have a limbo contest and was enjoying the peeks of female flesh as some of the girls would bend down to scoot under the bar. The next thing I know Cindy was by my side and I could tell something was bothering her. She was red faced and breathing hard. I asked what was the problem.

“I am just pissed at Scotts buddies. They are ruining this party and being real jerks,’ she fumed.

“Just ignore them. Have fun. If nobody pays attention to them, they will probably just leave,” I said.

“They better just watch their mouths, that’s all I’m saying” she said as she disappeared down the hall. I went back to watching a girl named Rhonda spread her thighs to scoot under the bar and give us all a nice view up her skirt to her little red polka dot panties. Life was good.

I was about six beers into a good time when I found my cup empty once again. I headed back to the dining room and the keg when I heard raised voices. I rounded the corner and found Cindy and Sandy in an argument with a couple of Scott’s friends. From what I could tell from what they were saying, the guys had made some inappropriate comments to several of the girls there. Their big mistake came when they said something to Cindy.

I watched as Cindy berated them for acting like complete douches and it appeared that most of her anger was directed towards one of the guys in particular. He stood up and they got into each other’s faces. I was very close to stepping in, but it seemed to not go beyond trading barbs with each other. Cindy can hold her own so I let her have her say and soon Scott jumped between the two of them and told his friends to either get themselves in check, or leave. Most of the other guests seemed to back up his comment and the guys seemed to back down. Two of them took off but the main asshole hung around.

I pulled Cindy aside and asked what was the big problem was. Apparently the guy she was hollering at had made a few rude comments to her. He was curious to see what was under the grass skirt. I tried to play it off by saying I didn’t blame him. I was sure all of the guys at the party wanted to know the same question. She wasn’t thrilled with that, but eventually she settled down and we were enjoying the party once again. A little while later I lost track of her.

I went to refill my beer once again and saw her off to the side talking to the same asshole who she was arguing with. While they weren’t fighting, they definitely were having a very animated conversation. I caught her eye and she just rolled her eyes and gave me a look to let me know she wasn’t getting anywhere with this guy. I smiled and went looking for some trouble of my own.