Illicit Affair- Chapter 2-New Boundaries - Sex Stories

Illicit Affair- Chapter 2-New Boundaries

... comb-over hairdo from hell going on.” Casey chuckled and Gabriel smiled amusingly. “I’m surprised you haven’t cracked a joke about it first.” “He’s my boss, Gabe. I’m not on a suicide mission here.” “You worked with me and we tag teamed Vic on a regular basis!” “I hope you mean that in a metaphorically heterosexual way,” Casey teased. Gabriel rolled his eyes. “It’s okay to admit that you have homoerotic fantasies about me. In fact, many men do. So really, I’m not surprised. Your secret’s safe with me.” He winked. Casey chortled, shaking his head. “Get off your high horse,” Gabe added. “You were always making fun of Vic.” “Yeah, because you were technically my boss, and if memory serves me well, you were the one who was constantly complaining about Victor, so I just joined you on the harassment to keep you in a better mood with me.” Now it was Casey’s turn to grin. “Well, whoop-dee-do . Remind me to bring you a plaque next time: Casey Levy-World Class Asshole.” “What crawled up your ass this morning? Did you not get laid last night? Ménage à trois gone awry?” Casey laughed, folding his hands behind his head. “Let me guess, she had a dick?” “Very funny. At least I am having threesomes.” “Enjoy it while you can, bro. I’m not missing out. I’ve got Rachel.” If she’s so important to you, then why’d you fuck around on her, you moron! Gabriel put the jokes aside and sat across his friend in a chair. “How are you two doing, by the way?” “Well, to be honest, my weekend was a shit ...

... storm. Somehow Rachel found out that I had slept with Karen. She threatened to walk out on me if I didn’t come clean… so I did.” “Shit.” “Yeah. I think it’s possible that Karen may have anonymously texted her to clue her in. I was worried she would do that when I told her that we can’t sleep together again.” “ Has it happened again?” Casey grimaced. “No. I told you, it was a onetime thing,” he lied. “Casey, listen, if you’re not happy with Rachel then mayb—” “I’m not breaking up with her.” Casey loved Rachel, in his own twisted way. He was a sex addict who was in dire need of some counseling, but he wasn’t willing to admit that he had a problem. He wanted a wife, a family, the beautiful dream house and cars… including his whores. “I’m just saying,” Gabriel began, “sometimes it’s better to call it quits than to try and salvage something that is unsalvageable.” Casey looked annoyed. “Since when did you volunteer to be my therapist?” He folded his arms in his chest, defensively. “Don’t answer that—what are you doing here, anyway?” “I was in the neighborhood.” “So you decided to just drop in?” Casey snickered under his breath. “Come on, Gabe. What do you need?” “Why do you automatically assume that I want something from you? We’re friends, remember?” He smiled charismatically. “I’m Batman, you’re Robin.” The only response he got was an irritated eye roll. “What?” Gabriel reached for a mint on Casey’s desk. He unwrapped it and tossed it up, catching it in his mouth. “Okay, I guess ...