Chrissie Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Chrissie Chapter 4

... ride with her husband because he’d said he wanted to “let ‘er rip” before heading to the next car lot, meaning he was going to probably hit more than 100mph. My angel wanted no part of that.

“This is so nice of you, Chrissie,” she said as we sat at a red light. “Honestly, I don’t even know what to say.”

I gulped. “I … I really want to make you and Mr. Martin happy. I really do. It’s … it’s all I ever think about.”

“Well, you’re sweet. You always were; that was never the problem.” She reached over and rested her hand on my thigh. “Chrissie, I know things didn’t work out between us when we were together, but … I don’t know, this just seems perfect. This kind of relationship, I mean. It’s like you were born to be my slave. I’m so glad I called you.”

Tears filled my eyes. “Oh, Mrs. Martin, thank you. Thank you so much. All I want is for you to be happy — and for Mr. Martin to be happy, too.”

“Well, I am happy, Chrissie.” She shimmied in her seat and squealed. “Now let’s go get my Range Rover. Woo-hoo!”

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When the salesman at the Sunnyside Land Rover dealership asked Rebecca if she and I were married, her response sounded suspiciously like a scoff.

“Chris is a friend,” she said. “My husband will be here in a minute; he had to stop and do something first.”

She neglected to tell the salesman that the “something” Karl “had to stop and do” entailed him hitting the freeway and slamming the pedal to the ...

... metal to see how fast his new truck would go, which is why Rebecca had ridden with me in the first place, since she knew how crazy her redneck husband drove.

“Ah.” The salesman nodded at the $170,000 Range Rover P530 SUV Rebecca had been eyeing. “Well, I bet your husband is going to love seeing you in this. It’s a beauty. I can go get the keys if you want to take ‘er for a spin.”

“Ooh, wow, yes, please.” My angel’s smile lit up the universe.

As we followed the man into the office, Rebecca leaned toward me, her shoulder brushing my ear. “This is so awesome. You’re so sweet for doing this. Thank you so much. I’ve never had a new car; shit, I’ve never even had a car that’s less than five years old. So, thanks.”

“Well, I’m just really, really glad that you’re happy — so, thankYOU.” I was dying to say more but didn’t want to display too much servility within earshot of the salesman. Had nobody been around, I’d have dropped to my knees and thanked my Princess for giving me the opportunity to make her this happy. I’d have told her how grateful I was for allowing me back into her life. I’d have shed tears at how beautiful she looked when her eyes were lit up with joy.

Instead, I swallowed my boiling emotions and stood by while the man photocopied Rebecca’s driver’s license and handed over the keys.

She grinned, showing me the key fob. “What do you say, Chris? Let’s go for a ride.”

I followed her and the salesman outside, thrilled that she’d invited me along to share ...