You Belong to Me - Sex Stories

You Belong to Me

I glance around as, you, Alexandria dig through your purse, searching for your house keys. "What time is your boyfriend, Tony the pony, coming home again?" I ask, waiting impatiently as you continue rummaging. "Stop worrying about it?" you chide, pulling your keys from the purse, yet still fumbling them in your d***ken fingers. "He won't be back until the morning." "It's morning already isn't it?" I am ready to slap you and head back to my hotel room for sl**p. Her smart mouth is beginning to get on my last nerve. "Its 3 A.M.", you answer back, as you open the door and step into the flat. "We have plenty of time." Taking one more cautious glance around, I observe the empty hallway before following you inside. "Want a drink?" you inquire, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. "Ummm," I begin in contemplation as I kick off my trainers. "Don't you think we've had enough already?" "Well, one more won't hurt," you shoot back, opening the fridge door. "As long as you'll still be able to get it up later." "Hey," I warn as you smile teasingly. "Whatever," you say, smiling as you grab two glasses from the cupboard. I smirk as I walk by, giving you a firm pat on the ass before heading towards the living room. A few minutes later you follow, carrying the two glasses. Setting one glass on the coffee table, you sit on the other couch with the second, immediately taking a long drink. "What's this?" I ask suspiciously, smelling the dark liquid that fills the glass. "Rum and Coke," ...

... you answer, setting your drink back down. "Sorry. I don't have any Diet Pepsi." "That's okay," I respond, before taking a sip. "Hopefully, I'll be able to burn off the extra calories tonight." You smile at my innuendo, as you bring your feet up and rest them on the edge of the coffee table. "Oh yeah?" you ponder, staring at me with a lascivious look in your dark brown eyes. "And just what are you going to be doing to me tonight?" "Oh I don't know," I begin in a jesting tone. "I was thinking about a little missionary position followed by some cuddling." "Fuck that," you snap back with a laugh. "If I wanted that, I'd just have sex with my boyfriend." I shake my head, smiling as I take another drink. "Don't you mean 'fiancé'?" I tease you further. "When's the big day anyway?" "We haven't set a date yet," you answer meekly, your eyes shifting downward. "Oh is that a little guilt I see?" You shrug, but remain quiet, a pouting expression appearing on your face. In all the previous times you had cheated on your boyfriend with me, you had shown surprisingly little remorse. You have even admitted that cheating behind his back turns you on and adds an element of excitement to our weekend sessions. I agreed. In fact, if not for the presence of your boyfriend I most likely would have lost interest long ago. We had started hooking up the previous summer, when you and your boyfriend Tony had been on a break up. When I had returned from Art School the following summer however, you both had ...