"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation”

... to understand that David is likely to sayno, and I won’t cheat on him. Another thing, if he says yes, then he is going to want a sex show, too, and he probably will want to fuck you, Jaz. Would you be happy with that?”

“Rob wouldn’t, but maybe he doesn’t have to know,” she questionably remarked. Her eyes were once again hopeful.

I was surprised by Jaz’s answer.

“What about you, Clare? Would you mind if I had sex with David? After all, you have been with Rob.”

I bit my tongue. Rob was a mistake; David wasn’t. Though I knew I was already sharing him with Sarah and maybe others. But I felt sorry for Jaz, so perhaps my answer was a little more open than I wanted it to be.

“I guess I be okay,” I shrugged, knowing I wanted to say something quite different.

“Look… If David says it is okay, and Tina agrees, which I feel is highly unlikely, especially as I am your ex. I will do it… Okay!”

I was deeply unsure about it, but I wanted to be loyal to my best friend, and I thought the odds of it happening were extremely low.

*****

I let myself into Brenda’s apartment with my newly won key, and as I did so, I noticed talking coming from the kitchen. As far as I knew, my girlfriend was busy prepping for a Spanish client, so I was surprised to see a whole group of people hunched around the kitchen’s central table.

Brenda was speaking but stopped as soon as she noticed me. She smiled and then beckoned me over. The others, all six of them, looked up and glared at ...

... me as if I were an alien.

“Clare, it's good to see you,” Brenda loudly announced as five of the six other people wondered who I was. Only Paula, Brenda's Personal Assistant and former girlfriend, knew.

I gingerly walked towards Brenda and the group. I stepped across the dance floor, mainly used for Brenda’s large and extravagant themed parties, which she held two or three times a year.

With each step, l became more and more aware that I was on show. Five sets of eyes burrowed into me, trying to work out who I was. However, there was one set smiling and knowing, especially after what happened Sunday.

Yet, as I carefully moved, I was just grateful that Brenda hadn’t loudly shouted to me across the room, “How’s your cunt; still sore?”

“My dear, let me introduce you to my inner circle and my board of directors,” Brenda happily chuckled.

It was a comment that made me pause as I suddenly felt that perhaps this was the wrong time to visit, that I shouldn’t be there.

Brenda chuckled again. She saw my hesitation. “I bet you didn’t know that I am not just your girlfriend, but also a limited company.” I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure what she exactly meant.

With a wide smile, she introduced me as her girlfriend to her colleagues.

First to Paula, Brenda’s Personal Assistant and the only person in the room whom I had met before, other than Brenda.

“I am not sure I could manage without her,” my girlfriend stated, Paula giving me a wry smile.

“She organises ...