The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... how often we made love. I told her we did it every night, unless there was a reason not to. I looked at Mr. Davis, and he grinned at that. Lisa was amazed. She confessed that she and her husband do it only every few weeks. She was astonished to learn that we did it so often. I think she will have a discussion with her hubby after this. We reluctantly got dressed and kissed her goodbye, and of course told her to come back. She gathered her things and we hugged again at the door. I kissed her one last time. It was another evening to remember.

Chapter 15 – I don’t know how to conclude.

Mr. Davis and I have been lovers for a very long time, now. We have had the ups and downs that any relationship has but we have been able to navigate past any rough spots and come out better for it. He has won the admiration of the Vintage Book Society by finding, preserving and cataloging obscure books that need preserving. He has made a success out of a lonely bookstore in a small town and has caused more visitors to visit the town. New cafes have opened to absorb the new business from shoppers and the community is thriving. He is now recognized as the reason the town is prosperous. I could not be more proud of his accomplishments.

Lisa has called and visited on several occasions, and we had many lovely evenings of debauchery with her inclusion. Life is good. No one in this town seems to care about our personal relationship. No one asks if we are married or just employee/employer. I like that. We are just a small cog in the wheel of life, as it should be. If there are more titillating stories that I need to tell, I guess I will resurrect this and add to it. But for now, we are still lovers, fucking every day we can, unless there is a reason not to. Wink, wink. I told Mr. Davis I was posting this chronicle of our life together. He said “OK”.

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