Into the Abyss--Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Into the Abyss--Chapter 3

... more suitable once she had a firm date on her permanent arrival. She got very quiet after I mentioned that and I began to wonder if she really wanted to move out here with me on a permanent basis. I took her suitcase into my bedroom and told her that there was plenty of closet space for her to put her things away. "Oh, that won't be necessary," she said to me. "I'll be using that spare bedroom this weekend." "Susan, are you telling me that you won't be sleeping with me?" "Frank, don't be silly. Why would I want to do that?" She had an incredulous look on her face, as if I were the dumbest man in the world to even think that she would sleep with me. "Susan, I know that you haven't wanted to have sex with me in quite some time, but I was hoping that, out here in a different place, you might want to be more intimate with me." She took a step back when I said this. "Frank, if you think I came all the way out here to fuck you, you've got another thing coming. Now take my bag to the other room, please." I was stunned by what I just heard. Rather than get into a big argument about sex, I decided to bite my tongue and just go through the motions. This was going to be a long weekend, indeed. That night, we met the company president, vice president and chief financial officer and their wives at a very nice restaurant. It was one of the finest restaurants in the entire Bay Area and they clearly wanted to impress Susan and myself. Everything about this place was first-class, and I ...

... certainly appreciated the gesture. Susan seemed to be impressed with their choice. At least something about the trip made her happy, I thought. It was during the main course that I saw her sitting alone in the corner. At first I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was true. Lucy was at the same restaurant! She was alone but what stood out about her was the low cut dress she was wearing. Her ample cleavage was on full display and a number of men had noticed, including the other men at our table. They didn't comment, of course. Their wives were there with them. They weren't stupid enough to say something in mixed company. Susan, however, not only noticed her but felt obliged to comment on Lucy's choice of attire. "Would you look at that, Frank?" she whispered to me as she nudged me to get my attention. "That woman must be a hooker or something, the way she's dressed. Good Lord, her boobs are about to fall out of that cheap dress she's wearing. I wonder if she's here waiting for her client to show up." "Susan," I said sharply. "What business is it of yours what she wears or what she looks like? She might be waiting on her boyfriend or husband to get here for all we know." Inside I was seething, not only because of Susan's comments but also because I didn't expect to see Lucy at this restaurant. "Her boyfriend or husband?" Susan sneered. "What kind of self-respecting man would be seen in public with a tramp like that? For God's sake, Frank, isn't it obvious that the only way she could ...