Promises, Promises - Sex Stories

Promises, Promises

... want me if I wasn’t faithful to my commitments.” “You don’t know that.” I shook my head. “I think I do. You said you were attracted because of my integrity. Even Cheryl doesn’t believe I can resist you. All she said was that she didn’t want to know.” “So, you have her permission to do me?” “But I’ve promised I wouldn’t, Dana. And there’s no way around that promise.” “Cheryl told you it was all right for you to fuck me, though? Just don’t tell her? Is that what I’m hearing?” I nodded slowly. “She made me promise not to tell her. The thing is I’ve told her that there was no need for me to promise because I wouldn’t do it.” The waiter interrupted us as he delivered the demitasse cups, setting one before Dana and the other in front of me. “Anything else, Miss Dana?” he asked. “This will be fine,” she answered. But she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes, sparkling under long lashes were fixed on me. She twisted a tiny spoonful of sugar into her cup and stirred it, shifting her stare from me for a brief glance to ensure her accuracy. Her stare immediately returned to my face. “What?” I asked, absently stirring my own liquid in spite of having added nothing. “You have her permission,” she said flatly. “It doesn’t make any difference,” I sighed. “I promised.” “You promised not to tell her.” “I pretty much promised I wouldn’t stray.” “Pretty much,” she scoffed. “Why would she give her permission? Why doesn’t she just keep you all to herself? What is her story?” “She’s married, like ...

... you. Her husband doesn’t give her much attention. I’ve told you this.” “But you didn’t tell me she’d given you permission to be with me. Why would she do that?” “She said she understands how you feel. I think she may feel a little guilty about us not being able to be a real couple. She indicated I should spend time with you when she wasn’t available; something about giving you your little piece of heaven.” Dana sipped at her cup, her eyes leveled on me across the rim. I couldn’t read them. “So the problem here isn’t Cheryl, is it?” she said. “The problem is you.” I shrugged as I sampled the excellent espresso. “I guess.” A brief silence interposed as she gathered her thoughts. “What the hell is wrong with you? What do you want, anyway?” What did I want? I ran a quick inventory through my mind before I responded. “What I want is to make people happy, especially the women I care about. It was like that with Lisa. It’s like that with Cheryl. Unfortunately, it’s also true of you. The fact is, I can’t figure out how to do it with all of you at once.” “Who is Lisa?” “Before Cheryl there was Lisa. Lisa introduced me to Cheryl. We were lovers for about two years before she kicked me to the curb.” “Did you live together?” “No. She was married, too.” “You seem to be attracted to married women, don’t you? Why is that?” “All the good ones are married,” I shrugged. “We just happen to be married to lousy men,” Dana grimaced. “I don’t think that,” I replied. “They may be inattentive, or just ...