Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... his various excursions then I get to buy things.” “I see.” I nodded. “Still, in your line of work you must meet a variety of prospects who would be more than willing to pursue you.” “Husbands who want to cheat on their wives? I already have one of those.” “So what do you want?” I asked. She sighed softly. “I don’t know. I just thought…Oh, hell. I don’t know.” “Something made you come,” I chuckled at my own double entendre. “I mean, you had to decide to drive over here, get out of your car, climb the stairs, and put your key in the lock. What were you thinking?” She inhaled and held it for a long moment. She exhaled and began talking. “All right. I was halfway curious if the two of you were really doing each other. That’s why I decided to drive over here. I wondered what I would do if she was here with you and the two of you were, you know, in some state of undress when I got here.” “She can’t meet with me on weekends,” I noted. “Her family responsibilities prevent us from getting together.” Dana nodded. “So her husband doesn’t know about the two of you?” I shook my head slowly. “She doesn’t want to leave him. I think she really loves him. But he’s been inattentive, mostly because he works himself to exhaustion. What Cheryl gets from me is attention and affection that she doesn’t get at home.” “That makes sense,” she said. “At least, I can understand that.” “So, what were you thinking as you came up the stairs?” “My stomach was in a knot, really. I was preparing an elaborate ...

... excuse for being here if I found the two of you together. Then, I thought, if you were alone, would you even consider having sex with me. I was kind of surprised when you didn’t answer my knock.” I grinned at her. “I didn’t have any clothes on. I was trying to locate a pair of shorts. When I came back I could hear you working the lock. That’s when I grabbed the chair.” Dana laughed. “Ah, yes. The chair. If nothing else, we will always have the story of the chair.” I chuckled as well. “But surely you didn’t expect me to just slam me into my bed and ravish you.” “A girl can hope,” she said, smiling coyly over the top of her coffee mug. “All right,” I said, sitting back in my seat and extending my arms so my hands still held my coffee. “You’ve been honest with me. I’ll honor that and do the same.” “Is this going to hurt?” she joked. I shrugged. “A little bit, maybe. The truth is, I do find you extremely attractive. I’m also touched by your story. I wish I could help. If I did, though, I believe it would hurt Cheryl’s feelings. I’m not prepared to do that.” “How long to get you prepared?” she quipped. “You’re funny, too.” I replied, shaking my head. “Honestly, though, I really do care for her. I know we won’t ever be a true couple on a full-time basis, but that’s just something I’ll have to deal with. And one of the things that makes our relationship special is that Cheryl is not just one of a list of women with whom I’m having sex. She’s the only one.” “Do you have any idea how ...