Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Three Part 1 - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Three Part 1

I peered out the kitchen window, watching Paul finish cutting the lawn, which he does faithfully every Saturday morning. It was three days since I'd met the man I hoped would become my lover. Jerry had promised to call me to set up our second date, but he was going to break that promise. I'm somewhat disappointed because, after the incredible sex we'd shared on Wednesday night, I honestly expected him to call. I've received over a dozen new inquiries on the Swingers website but decided not to reply since I expected Jerry to contact me again. I was beginning to think that perhaps I should move on.

Paul finished cleaning up the mower and walked into the kitchen from the garage. His tee shirt was wet with perspiration, and he looked overheated.

"Can I get you a cold drink?" I asked.

He wiped his brow with a paper towel and replied, "That would be great."

I filled a large tumbler with ice and poured freshly brewed tea nearly to the top. Paul sat at the kitchen table, and I handed his drink to him. Living with the same man for all these years, I knew he would gulp the entire tumbler to quench his thirst, so I stood by his side, holding the pitcher of tea until he set the empty glass down. "Thanks, Hun," Paul said as I refilled his drink.

"It must be pretty hot out there," I mentioned as I sat across the table from him.

He replied, "Smokin', I could have started earlier, but the grass is still wet, and it clogs up the mower."

Paul took another large gulp of his ...

... tea and then asked, "Have you heard from what's his name?"

I couldn't recall if I told Paul his name, so I answered, "His name is Jerry, and no, I haven't heard from him even though he said he'd be in touch."

Paul seemed to want to pry as he asked, "Have you snuck out during the day to fuck any other men?"

His question angered me, so I sternly replied, "No, Paul, but I could have."

He smiled at me and asked, "You've gotten more offers for a quick suck and fuck?"

As Paul continued, I grew even madder. "I've received several inquiries since Wednesday, and no, I haven't replied to any of them."

"Let me guess, you're waiting for Jerry to contact you again," Paul remarked, his tone somewhat sarcastic.

"Perhaps, but I'm considering other options," I answered.

Paul laughed, then said, "Other options? What other options besides meeting strange men for casual sex are there?"

I got up from the table and poured myself a glass of tea, then sat down beside him. He clearly had a one-track mind on how the swinger lifestyle works. In his narrow-minded conception, a man would contact a woman trying to elicit casual sex, and if the woman agreed, a meeting was arranged so they could fuck. I decided to fill him in on some of the other possibilities.

"One possible option would be to attend a meet and greet where like-minded individuals gather at a local pub or a hotel ballroom to mingle and get to know many people," I explained.

Paul wanted to demean my choice to ...