Promises, Promises - Sex Stories

Promises, Promises

... won’t bother to go there.” “So you’ve got this all planned?” “The only thing is,” she said nodding, “You’re going to have to take me shopping for clothes and shoes to wear so that I can be dressed just like you want.” “You want me to pick out your clothes?” “No, darling. I want you to tell me if what I pick out is sexy enough. I’ll need a couple of sundresses, bathing suits, you know. Stuff for a beach resort.” “You could just wear the scarves we bought,” I suggested, only half joking. “I could,” she cried delightedly. “We could make that work for one night.” “So when is this happening?” “Two weeks from Thursday. I’ll actually be able to spend a weekend with you. And I’ll be able to wake up next to you, kiss you good morning, and be with you for three whole days and nights.” She eased up from me and I felt the dribble of my come land on my belly. “Right now, though, I need to clean up and get to the market before I’m missed,” she said. “And you need to take a shower.” “Especially since you’ve dribbled my come on my stomach,” I replied. “Another thing I love about this position,” she laughed. “I’ll have just a little to deal with. “By the way,” she called as she dashed to the bathroom. “How was your date with Dana yesterday?” “It wasn’t a date,” I protested. “We just had espressos in a café downtown.” “She still want you?” “I told her we could be friends.” “She wants to screw you, though.” “She knows about our relationship, Cheryl.” “Does she also know I told you to screw ...

... her?” “She knows we discussed it.” Cheryl returned from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her nether parts. She pulled it off and swabbed at the pool of come on my stomach. “I kind of feel sorry for her,” she said as she scrubbed. “So do I,” I admitted. “It’s just that the timing sucks.” “Because of me?” “Because of us.” “But you’d take up with her if it wasn’t for us, right?” I shrugged. “I probably would.” “I think you should.” “Cheryl,” I pleaded. She sat on the side of bed, still naked, and leaned across to look into my face. Her left breast rested softly on my chest. “Look, Drew, you know that we’re never going to be a couple. You know that I’m married. So is she. The two of you aren’t going to be a couple either. You’ve kept me marvelously happy the times we’ve been able to be together. There’s no reason you shouldn’t do the same for her when we can’t.” “You’d come to resent it.” “No, I wouldn’t, because you aren’t going to tell me about it, remember?” “It seems so deceitful.” “You’re not deceiving me, Drew. How can I expect you to belong to me when I can’t belong to you?” “You’ll come to hate me.” “For what? I won’t know. That’s what you promised me.” “That’s not all I promised.” “Well, I release you from that promise. Just don’t tell me.” “If I feel too guilty I’ll break it off.” “I told you, I don’t want to know if you do or if you don’t. Just one more thing, though?” “What’s that?” “Please be available for our escape together.” “You can be certain of that. And I ...