Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 19,20&21 - Sex Stories

Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 19,20&21

... that's the problem or if it's me. Maybe I'll go fuck a few guys, get it out of my system and it will just be over. Then Andrew and I can get back on track. But if it's not okay, then I need to find out what it is that I need before I tell Andrew.” “Tell Andrew? You're going to fess up about your cheating?” “No, I mean, if there's something that I'm missing in my life, then I want to be able to sit down with Andrew, look him in the face and say, 'Honey, this is what I need. This is what I'm missing.' At least then I'm giving him a chance to help me fix things. I don't want to end things with him unless there's no other solution. And I don't want to hurt him if I can help it. I have no plans to ever tell him I cheated. And I'm not interested in an affair. I'm not looking to fall in love with someone else.” Penny gave her a stern, thoughtful look. “Part of me thinks you're rationalizing. The other part of me thinks that sounds pretty reasonable. Damnit.” There was a loud banging outside in Penny's backyard. The two women turned to look out the big bay window. There were a half dozen men working on Penny and Bell's dug up pool. One of the men yelled at another and the two began working on moving the dropped pipe that had made the clanging. Penny sighed. “Keep an eye on the contractors, Bell said to me yesterday. He has no idea that it's the best thing he's asked me to do in years.” The two women watched the men work for a few minutes. They were sweaty and industrious in the hazy ...

... heat of the New Orleans afternoon. After a couple of minutes of silence, Penny said, “Which one do you think is the cutest?” Haden had been watching the foreman. A white guy in his forties with salt and pepper hair and a white t-shirt that was soaked through with sweat. “The guy in charge,” she said with a mischievous grin. But as she said it, she realized she wasn't being genuine. “No, I take that back. I'm not really sure. None of them really do it for me, I guess.” Haden realized that the foreman had a vague resemblance to Andrew. Somehow it made him less appealing the more she thought about it. “Really? None of them?” Penny eyed her suspiciously. Haden shrugged. “What about you? Which one of them catches your eye?” Penny laughed and her tits shook. “All of 'em sugar. All of 'em. But if I had to pick, I'd say...him. The guy who looks like a cross between Erik Estrada and Lorenzo Lamas.” Haden laughed so hard she nearly spit out her iced tea. Penny went on, “Or him. The Denzel Washington wannabe.” Haden made a face that was somewhere between surprised and disgusted. “What? You don't think he's cute? Look at that chest!” Haden shook her head and then shrugged. “Yeah, it's not that, I guess. He's got a nice chest.” “What is it then? Because he's black?” Haden shook her head no, but she flushed. Penny gasped and frowned, “Haden, you don't have anything against black folks do you?” Haden really shook her head hard. “No! Not at all. It's just. Oh, this is going to sound so bad. ...