Sisterhood of Sin -- 11 -- The Gift That Keeps On Giving - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 11 -- The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I'm meeting my husband's mistress face-to-face for the first time. Actually, she's his ex-mistress, since a job transfer took her away to a distant city. I spoke with her on the phone when I vetted her a couple of years earlier, but we've deliberately stayed apart since then. Deirdre was good for Dan. She kept him out of trouble. He didn't need to cheat with risky women while he had her and me to keep him happy. He helped her with expenses. She gave him relief once each week, usually right after work, from living with me, a wife who had both a career and a calling that often took her focus away from him. Deirdre did not make any demands on him or complain when he could not see her due to business travel or other commitments. She was superunderstanding. She made it clear to him that she only wanted sex and friendship, not a long term commitment. That apparently satisfied him. Dan did not know that she was doing and being what I told her he might need. He did not know that I paid her from my NQA account. He does not know that she is a sister. That was by design. We wanted him to feel that he was getting away with something. He seemed happier that way. It alleviated the jealousy he probably felt knowing that I was having sex with other men as part of my sisterhood activities. Unfortunately, that secrecy meant that Deirdre and I had to make sure that I didn't learn anything that only she knew about him, so that I wouldn't inadvertently reveal that I knew about her. And being his ...

... mistress, she was bound to learn things that I didn't know about him, and that made me a little jealous and a little uncomfortable, especially knowing that the sisterhood could be data mining him to increase their hold on him. But now that she is mostly gone from his life, we've both decided it would be okay to meet in person. I'm thinking it might mean that she's as curious about me as I am about her. "Cathy?" Most sisters know me as Cate, but I was careful to get Deirdre to know me as Cathy, thinking that Dan would talk about me and that it might be awkward if she slipped up and called me Cate. "Deirdre?" "Wow! Dan's right. You really do look like Julie Delpy. She's one of my faves." She gives me a big hug. I decide that the first impression of her is a good one. "Aw, thank you, Deirdre. I think he exaggerates the resemblance, but at least he compares me to a woman who is beautiful and talented." "Well, he's right. The resemblance, and the beauty, is obvious. Maybe it's the French ancestry." Deirdre is truly beautiful, younger than me by eight years, taller, thinner, a smoldering brunette with blue eyes, long luxuriant hair, and a better tan than I could ever have. I should have felt threatened by all of that, but being suitably different and close in appearance to the two women whom Dan cheated on me with, she was much like my best friend Kyra, the first woman I encouraged to seduce my husband. That is part of how she got the assignment. I'm buying her dinner. We've met at ...