Friendship and infidelity, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Friendship and infidelity, Part 2

The next Wednesday the four of us had dinner together. Sandra and I allowed ourselves occasional wicked glances, but for the most part maintained something approaching our earlier behavior. At one point Dave said, “Phyllis and I have another meeting Friday with Sloan to work on the course plan from late afternoon until we finish, probably late at night.” Sandra and I glanced at each other with what I at least intended to be little expression, and I said, “Crap, Friday ?” She added, “Yeah, Dave, what the hell ? Why do you have to work on a fucking Friday ?” Phyllis said, “We hate it too, but Sloan is off for a conference the next day for a whole week.” “So our Friday plans are shot all to hell,” I said. Dave replied, “Why don’t you and Sandra do something? I’m sure you can keep yourselves occupied.” “No doubt,” answered Sandra. She looked at me and said, “I might be your second-best choice, but I’m rated no lower than that anywhere in the world.” I laughed and said, “Well, if I must,” to which Sandra stuck out her tongue. Dave and Phyllis chuckled and Dave said, “I’m happy you two are becoming such good friends. It’s a shame you’re being widowed by our work.” “So, Sandra, would you do me the honor of dinner Friday?” I asked. “I’d be pleased,” she replied. “And afterwards?” “Hmm. I know, wanna go to the park for a concert?” “What’s playing?” “Oh, probably something shitty for free.” “Sounds like a real peach of an evening,” she pouted. “You don’t expect me to pay for anything, ...

... do you?” “Christ, I’ll make you pay for that shit.” “It’s a date then.” She groaned. “Thanks a lot , Dave.” He chuckled, “You’ll still probably have more fun than we will.” As we got ready to leave, I made arrangements with Sandra for dinner. On the way home I thought again about me and Phyllis. She pulled me inside her that night and had a leisurely orgasm as I pumped my seed into thoughts of Sandra, and we quickly fell asleep. The next day it had become fully clear to me finally that there was no brilliant, shining future with Phyllis, and I prepared myself for an evening with Sandra that promised something better. Friday we met at six as agreed and took a quiet table. She was wearing a light cotton summer dress of green, white, and blue with spaghetti straps sitting next to the straps of a black bra, and with no visible traces of panties further down. We sat and talked of the weather and other boring things as the waitress rushed through a boring bit of work. After ordering I said, “I’ve thought a great deal about your proposal and have decided it’s an excellent idea.” She smiled and said, “I’m glad you’ve come to see things my way. I think we’ll have an excellent long-term partnership. We can discuss the details after dinner and have a dry run after dark.” Over dinner we chatted warmly, and after settling up I drove us to a nearby state forest where we might have some privacy. “No concert?” she asked. “Freshmen punk band. Even the punk heads think they suck.” We came to a ...