Ransom and Revelation - Sex Stories

Ransom and Revelation

... she?” “Something about an appointment she forgot. She said she’d call in a day or so.” “I’m sorry, Drew. I think we screwed up your liaison,” Melissa said. “All this was probably a little much for her,” Drew replied. “Today was our first time together. She’ll be all right in a few days.” “What did you bring us?” Melissa asked her husband. “Scotch for milady,” he replied, pulling the bottle from the bag. “A little vermouth for me to make martinis with Drew’s gin. A small bottle of olives. And, for my other lady, peppermint schnapps.” “I didn’t know she liked that,” Drew commented. “Bet you didn’t know she loves you, too,” Melissa said. “She doesn’t,” Drew said sternly. “Oh, yes she does,” Melissa countered. “She told me about you threatening to clobber her with a chair. She told that story and the love for you just flowed from her.” “Well, damn!” Micah said. “I know, baby,” Melissa said. “Micah’s crazy about her. He was hoping she’d fall for him.” “I’m, uh, going to go make drinks,” Drew said uneasily. “I’ll go with you,” Micah volunteered. “Where are you going?” Melissa asked Drew. “Just to the kitchen. Why?” “So you’ll still be able to hear and speak with us.” “Yeah. I told you it was a small apartment.” “Good,” Melissa said. “We need to settle on sleeping arrangements.” “Well, I figured I’d let you and Micah have the bed. I’ll crash on the couch,” Drew told her. “Oh, that won’t do at all,” Melissa replied. “What?” “Well, Drew, darling, Micah and I wouldn’t dream of ...

... rousting you from your bed. I was thinking more along the lines of a rotation system.” “Okay,” Drew said absently. “Whatever you want.” Melissa grinned and crossed her hands over her knees coyly. “So, tonight, you’ll sleep in the bed with me. Tomorrow, you take the couch and Micah will sleep with me.” Micah’s laugh from the kitchen penetrated the apartment. “When do you take your turn on the sofa?” he asked Melissa. “Surely, you’re joking. I may let both of you into the bed on special occasions. But you can’t seriously expect me to sleep on the sofa while the two of you share the bed.” She stopped. “Unless…” “What’s going on in that calculating mind of yours?” Drew asked. “I was thinking along the lines of the two of you,” Melissa said grinning, “Sharing the bed with me.” “Here you go, my dear,” Micah said to his wife, presenting her with an Old Fashion glass with two fingers of Scotch and four cubes of ice. He carried his own glass to the chair and sat down. “Well, isn’t this cozy,” Melissa said. “I like the intimacy of your little hovel, Drew. “Now,” she continued. “Let’s talk about this situation with Dana.” It took Melissa three weeks to talk Cheryl into joining their excursion. In fact, it was exactly nine days spread over the three week time period. Cheryl would sweep into the apartment just after nine in the morning on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Regardless of who was in the bed, Cheryl would strip by the time she hit the bedroom door and join them. Whoever had been ...