“Back to Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays,” Cheryl murmured into Drew’s ear as they taxied toward the apartment.
“I remember Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays being the highlights of my week,” he replied, lifting her chin to plant a soft kiss on her lips.
“I liked waking up next to you,” she informed him.
“It was nice,” he admitted.
She stared out the window as rain streaked in diagonal droplets that appeared to rush to oblivion and disappear from sight.
“This fits my mood,” she said softly.
“Endings kind of suck,” he agreed with a small chuckle.
“Are we at an end?”
He shook his head. “No, my love. Just the end of an adventure. The end of THIS adventure. There will probably be others.”
“I don’t want this to end,” she said, wistfully.
“You just need another compartment,” Drew suggested.
“Hmmm. The married box. The love box. And, what? The slut box?”
“I didn’t think you were all that much a slut,” Drew said.
“But I was, darling. All I wanted to do was fuck,” she whispered conspiratorially.
“Did you?” he laughed. “I never knew.”
“When we went to Melissa’s room and I lived out a fantastic fantasy.”
“But now we’re back,” he said. “We’re going to have to behave.”
“I know, I know,” she sighed. Perhaps she could manage, she thought,. But something was different. Her skin seemed to be alive and tingling. She could feel every centimeter. The contact with her modest clothing made electric sensation with each movement.
“Drew,” she whispered fiercely.
“What is it?” he asked.
“When do you think the tingling will stop?”
He looked at her, confused. “Tingling?”
“Everything is tingling,” she whispered.
He grinned. “I think you’ve experienced a sexual awakening.”
“I can’t be like this all the time. My god, Drew! I’m on fire!”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know,” she moaned plaintively. “Yes, yes I do.”
“What?”
“Make love to me. No. Fuck me.”
“Honey, it’s three-thirty. It’ll be after four by the time we get there.”
“I don’t care. I’ll think up some excuse. The ferry was late, or I couldn’t find a cab. Take me, Drew. You have to take me.”
“Honey, we just made love this morning before we left. Remember?”
“I do, and it was wonderful. But, I don’t want love right now, baby. I want sex.”
She knelt on the bed in Drew’s apartment, facing the window. They’d opened several to allow the apartment some air after having been closed up for nearly a week. The street was quiet, but the noise of traffic from the main thoroughfare just two streets away wafted in with the warm afternoon breeze.
“It’s not as dark as that night on the balcony,” Cheryl said as Drew penetrated her from behind. “You remember?”
“I do,” he replied shortly, determined to concentrate on the task at hand.
“I wonder if anybody can see us from those buildings by the highway,” she moaned.
“If they’re looking this way,” he growled.
“I love how your cock feels in me,” she told him.
“Chatty, aren’t you?” he observed.
“Oh, fuck!” she groaned in response to his invasion. “I like to talk about it with you.”
“Do you?” he asked, grabbing her thighs and pulling her onto him.
“I’m going to become your Melissa,” she gasped out.
“How’s that?” he grunted.
“I’ll give the orders,” she said, “And you’ll do what I say.”
“I always have,” he replied. “But I thought you liked being told what to do.”
“I did. But there’s just us, now.”
“What about when you’re home?”
A burst of sound exploded from her that could be interpreted as a laugh. “Oh, no! I’ll have to be the sweet, submissive little housewife. It’ll suck.”
“Maybe he wants you to take charge,” he suggested.
“Not a chance,” she gasped. “Not in his makeup.”
“I’ll be the outlet for your deepest sexual desires,” he grunted out.
She dropped down to her elbows from supporting her upper torso on her hand, and lowered her head to the sheets. She gasped out a quiet, “Oh, fuck!” as he continued to drive himself into her.
“You remember how she ate my pussy while you fucked her?”
“Um-hmm. I also remember you sucking her mouth yesterday afternoon.”
“If she was here I’d suck her pussy right now.”
“Would you?” He was genuinely surprised. “I thought that was something you wouldn’t do.”
“She did it to me. I would try it one time, just to see. Besides, I want her to feel it like I did; feel you fucking me.”
“Geez, Cheryl,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come!”
“That’s the idea,” she hissed. “There are so many things I wanted to do. I wanted to suck your cock while he fucked me. I wanted to suck him off while you’re fucking me.”
“That’s it!” Drew growled. “I’m coming!”
“I want you to eat her pussy while we’re fucking,” Cheryl went on, gasping and panting. “I want you to eat my pussy while she fucks you. I wanted the same with him.”
Drew groaned and began to pump his load into her depths.
“Fuck, yeah!” Cheryl cried out. “Come deep inside me. You like it, too, don’t you?”
“You’re killing me, Cheryl,” he moaned as his cock pulsed inside her. Her muscles clamped on him and milked his essence from him.
She lay next to him as he tried to recover. Her sparkling eyes looked into his.
“Turns you on thinking about all that we could do, doesn’t it?” she whispered.
“Honey, is everything going to be judged by what happened over the last three days?”
Her head nodded against the sheets. “Pretty much.”
“So it’s all going to be about the fucking? We’re not going to make love anymore?”
“Don’t be silly. We made love last night, remember. We made love this morning before we left. We’ll make love. But you have to know. After this week, sometimes I’ll want to get turned on and just fuck.”
The room was silent except for the low rumble of traffic from nearby.
“Okay,” Drew finally said. “I can live with that.”
“Don’t you worry, baby. It’ll all be good. I’ll take care of you.”
“And I need to take care of you. It’s time you got cleaned up, dressed and report back to your home base.”
Cheryl rolled onto her back. Her naked frame quivered as she stretched her hands over her head, tensed all her muscles and then relaxed.
“Isn’t it a shame that the weather was so cruddy that the ferry couldn’t sail today? I guess I’ll have to catch the one in the morning.”
“Cheryl,” Drew said, his voice heavy with warning.
She rolled toward him, laying an arm across his chest and pulling him toward her. “I want one more night, Drew,” she whispered. “And I want to wake up here next to you in the morning, make love with you. Then I’ll go back.”
“What if they check the schedule? What if they went to the boat to meet you? There are a number of things that can go wrong, baby. I don’t want you in any trouble.”
“Honey,” she said, lightly touching his lips with a forefinger. “I’m already a lazy bitch in their eyes. I just missed the sailing yesterday. If the worst happens, that’s what I’ll tell them. Don’t worry. Let me handle this. And let me have one more night with you, and wake up in the morning with you in our bed; in our apartment.”
“You said you wanted to issue the orders,” he chuckled.
“You go jump in the shower, sweetie,” she instructed, “And I’ll go see what I can pull together for dinner.”
Drew sat at his computer. He was surprised he was able to concentrate. After all that had happened, he thought he was remarkable focused. A small chuckle rumbled in his throat as he realized his focus had drifted to the thoughts of the weekend.
“Fuck it,” he said, pushing away from the table, leaning back and stretching. A cup of coffee, he decided, and rose to head for the kitchen.
Cheryl had left two days ago. He had only a couple of quick emails from her. The scrutiny of her mother-in-law was pretty intense, she’d said. Another just said she was thinking of him.
He’d spent the first day simply decompressing. His email inbox was loaded. He scanned them all and determined there wasn’t much that needed his immediate attention. He’d napped, showered, and reminisced. Cheryl was beautiful when he’d met her. But she’d been so introverted. Now there was a glow and confidence in her that amazed and delighted him. When he thought of her, a warm flush swept through his gut.
“You got it bad, brother,” he mumbled to himself, recognizing somewhat sorrowfully that she would still never be free to be completely his. He liked her. He loved her. He loved the way she’d embraced her sexuality. The grin turned grim as he thought how her husband would react if he ever found out. His ruminations turned wistful as he considered how much more fun they would be if she was his wife, rather than Jack’s.
“Don’t be a damned fool,” he grumbled to himself. In spite of all the exhilarating changes in Cheryl’s attitudes, there remained one anchor. She had made a commitment. She’d promised. She would honor that. To do otherwise would violate her core value. True, she had forsaken fidelity, and not with just him, but with Micah as well. But she would stay, because doing anything else was beyond her capability to comprehend.
And yet, Drew mused to himself, she’d done other things she wouldn’t have considered. Had he found a niche, a tiny crack in her traditional concepts? Could he see a tiny light shining through that little fissure? Could he leverage that aperture into an even more aggressive break?
“No!” he said aloud, forcefully. If he truly loved her, he could not manipulate her into doing something she would not willingly do. She had to decide. He knew he would be happier with her. He knew she would, too. But, in reality, it was not his decision. She had to come to the realization herself. She had to choose the freedom he offered over the serfdom of her current existence. She had to see that the benefits far outweighed the detriments.
He sighed in resignation. He had shown her the wonders available in those first months of their relationship. He opened the window to a different life. But he could only show her. The realization had to be hers alone. He couldn’t argue his position with her. She must come to embrace on her own what he knew was the reality.
The ding of his email alert aroused him from his reverie. He’d reserved it to messages from Cheryl. He stood, walked to the computer and opened the email.
“Free Tuesday?” she’d asked.
He grinned. “Of course,” he typed. What the hell else was he going to be doing? The grin disappeared as he contemplated the drudgery of five long days without her.
“Tuesday,” she’d replied. Then she added, “You know.”
It was shorthand. “I love you, you know?” she’d said shortly before they departed for their vacation. The message, “You know,” carried the implication of the entire sentiment.
“U2,” he typed back.
It was another chink, he realized. She was in her “Home and Family” box. Yet, she had broken through just enough to insure that he knew she loved him.
“This sucks,” he muttered, closing the window of his email program.
His cell phone chimed and he sighed. It had to be work, he reasoned. Probably a good thing. It would allow him a distraction from his discontent.
He checked the screen and saw only a number that he didn’t recognize it. Maybe it was a new potential client.
“Hello?”
“Drew?” The voice was female and sounded vaguely familiar.
“Yes.”
“Melissa.”
His mind flashed back to the image of the two of them in the bar. He’d asked her to sit on a stool so she could show off her legs through the slit in her tight, zebra-print skirt. She’d agreed and hitched herself on the stool, displaying an impressive expanse of smooth and firm thigh.
“Holy shit! Melissa? Really?”
“Yes, Melissa, really, holy shit.”
Drew laughed. “How did you find me? Where did you get my number?”
“Are you glad to hear from us? Cheryl gave me your card during one of our ladies room excursions.”
“Well, obviously I’m delighted to hear from you. But, it’s only been four days?”
“Five if you count today. We’re missing you guys.”
“Is Micah there with you?”
“Yes. Do you want to talk to him?”
“I will, if you’d like. Make sure you tell him I asked about him.”
Drew heard Melissa speak off the phone.
“He said he’s good, and hopes you are, too,” she said into the microphone.
“Yeah, I’m good. So, what’s the occasion?”
“You’ll laugh at us,” she said.
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Well, last night, Micah was undressing me, you know, for bed? It reminded us of that one time in our room. I asked him if he remembered how he did it that first night we spent together. He said he did. Then he told me the sexiest thing I did was asking you to lick my pussy. He said it made him so hot he couldn’t stand it.”
“I remember,” Drew chuckled. “That was pretty intense.”
“So, we have a question for you.”
“Go ahead.”
“We want to come stay with you.”
“I’m sorry? What?”
“We want to come for a visit. Stay with you.”
“Melissa, honey,” Drew stammered, “I’ve got a small two room apartment. It’s not really set up for, you know, guests. It’s really pretty Spartan.”
“You have a bed? A double bed?”
“Yeah.”
“And a couch?”
“Yes.”
“We can make it work.”
“You know Cheryl can’t be here at night, right? She has to be at home with her family.”
“You’re making it sound like you don’t want us, Drew.”
“Not at all,” he protested. “It’s just that you might be more comfortable in a hotel or something nearby.”
“We’ll consider that,” she said, dismissing the idea. “The truth is, though, we want to invade your privacy. We want to see how well we get along with each other for a more extended time. We want to see how you work. And we want to see how we work with you.”
“To what end, Melissa?” Drew asked.
“We won’t know until we try it out.”
Drew sighed. “What month are you thinking of descending on us?”
“Next week,” Melissa said shortly.
“Next week?” Drew replied with amazement. “Are you kidding?”
“Next week,” she responded. “If you love me you can make this happen.”
“Wait a minute! I never said anything about loving you.” His mind flashed back to the image of their farewell. She had kissed him, tenderly, her tongue licking at his lips. She’d sucked his bottom lip gently and looked into his eyes, telling him she was going to miss him. That memory certainly stirred feelings of affection in him. But love? He didn’t think so.
“Okay,” she giggled. “But you don’t hate me, do you?”
“Of course not.”
“Well, that’s a step in the right direction.”
“Melissa…” Drew began.
“Just say ‘Yes’, Drew,” she said firmly. “Make sure you tell Cheryl we’re coming.”
“When?”
“Tuesday.”
“Tuesday.” He sighed in resignation. “Do I need to meet you somewhere?”
“I have your card. We’ll find you.”
“Right.”
“Don’t sound so worried, Drew. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
“Where are you now?” he asked her.
“Still on the island. It hasn’t been quite as much fun since you and Cheryl left.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “We’re the life of the party.”
“Don’t be absurd,” she laughed. “I’m the life of the party. But you and Cheryl make it cook.”
“Speaking of cooking,” he said, “What sort of groceries do I need to stock in for you.”
“We’ll take you do dinner Tuesday. Just have fruits and stuff for Wednesday breakfast. Oh, and coffee, of course. We’ll decide what to do after that.”
“Am I going to be able to get any work done?”
“You will. That’s one of the things we want to know about. Look, we’ll sort this all out Tuesday, Drew. And I promise you that it will work fine. Trust me.”
“Trust you? Sure,” he said with a touch of sarcasm. “I’ll trust you.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, darling.”
“I’m sorry. Okay,” he said. “I’ll trust you.”
“See? Trust is an element of love, isn’t it? So, you’ve made another step in the right direction.”
“Just let me ask you this,” he said, ignoring her contention. “Is Micah all right with all of this?”
“I had the grain of an idea. Micah added the kernel. So, yes. Micah is with me. Do you want to hear it from him?”
“No,” Drew sighed again. “I believe you.”
“More progress!” she laughed. “You believe me, you trust me, and you don’t hate me. I’d say you’re damned near in love with me.”
“Is that your objective, Melissa? To try to make me love you?”
“Mmmm, could be. I know you’ve got a thing for married women. I’m married, so…”
“How did you know that?”
There was a pause, and then they both said it at the same time. “Cheryl.”
“Well, usually my attraction is to married women whose husbands ignore them,” he said. “Certainly not the case with you.”
“You’re right. Mine’s very attentive and engaged.”
“So, there you go.”
“Doesn’t make any difference to me.”
“What does that mean?” Drew asked.
“My attraction to you doesn’t have anything to do with Micah.”
“It doesn’t?”
“No. Look, we can talk about this next week, can’t we?”
“I suppose we can.”
“Let’s plan on it.”
“All right.”
“So, we’ll see you on Tuesday.”
“I guess you will.”
“Don’t forget to tell Cheryl.”
“I will certainly tell Cheryl.”
“And give her our love.”
“I’ll do that, Melissa.”
“Bye for now, my darling.”
“Goodbye, Melissa.”
He pressed the end of call button on the screen and stared at the phone. He remembered the somewhat strange call he’d received from Cheryl while on the island. This call would rank right up with that one for weirdness, he decided.
With a deep sigh, he took a sip from his coffee and grimaced. It had gone cold. He set the cup aside and logged onto his email. There was nothing in the inbox from Cheryl. He clicked the icon to create a new message and began to type.
“They’re coming here?” Cheryl’s voice was excited.
“Where are you calling from?” Drew asked, alarmed.
“In a café near home.
Don’t worry. Micah and Melissa are coming here? You said that in your email.”
“I was afraid you were calling from home. That would be dangerous.”
“I’m not. Tell me!” she demanded.
“Yes,” he replied. “They’re coming here.”
“On Tuesday?”
“That’s what she said.”
“That’s wonderful!” she gushed. “And they’re staying at our apartment?”
“They refused the idea of any other arrangement.”
“You don’t sound delighted, Drew.”
“It’s an awfully small apartment. I guess I’ll be sleeping on the couch. And I’m going to have to feed them, you know.”
“Oh, stop. You will not. I’ll bet you don’t.”
“Those sorts of details apparently didn’t occur to them.”
“Drew, will you just relax? I know it will work out. Did you tell her what I said, about, you know?”
He laughed. “There wasn’t time to go into all that, sweetheart. In fact, we started to talk about relationship stuff and she told me we’d talk about it later, after they got here.”
“Please don’t tell her, or him,” Cheryl said. “I’d be really embarrassed.
“Because they’d know you were thinking about sex with them?”
“Don’t tell them, Drew. Promise me.”
“I promise, Cheryl.”
“Do you know how wonderful this is?” she asked.
“I’m glad you’re pleased.” His answer was droll.
“I’d already planned a surprise for Tuesday. Now this. It’s going to be incredible!”
“What surprise?”
“You’ll like it, I promise,” she said. “You’ll love it.”
“I don’t really like surprises, Cheryl.”
“This will be different. You’ll like it.”
He relented. “Okay,” he said. “No pets or anything I have to take care of,” he warned her.
“Hmmm. You won’t mind caring for this pet. And now, Micah and Melissa are coming, too. This is wonderful!”
“So, how are things going for you at home?” he asked.
“Oh, well, you know what a worthless bitch I am. That hasn’t changed.”
“That’s your in-laws,” he noted. “What about Jack?”
“I’m furniture,” she sighed. “I asked him if he missed me. You know what he said?”
“No?”
“Not exactly. He said his mother cooked his meals and did his laundry. I couldn’t help thinking about what he missed, you know? I nearly laughed when I thought about what he’d say if he saw me kissing Melissa while Micah fucked me from behind.”
“I doubt he’d approve.”
“He’d stroke out,” she told him. “I don’t think he sees me as anything more than a fixture designed to serve him.”
Drew was silent, biting his tongue, staying true to his vow not to argue these points with her.
“You don’t look at me like that, Drew,” she told him.
“You know better than that.”
“Micah and Melissa are coming!” she said happily.
“Yes, they are.”
“Are you going to watch him fuck me in our bed?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Because Jack would freak out if I fucked somebody else in our bed.”
“Geez, Cheryl. You’re starting to trigger my weird meter.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just such a big difference. You don’t care if he does, do you?”
“What? You lost me.”
“You don’t care if Micah fucks me in our bed.”
“It’s just a bed, Cheryl.”
“I know. And so I don’t mind if you fuck Melissa in our bed. See, that kind of shit really matters to Jack. It doesn’t to you and me, though.”
“You’re not supposed to be making these comparisons, Cheryl. You’re supposed to be keeping them compartmentalized.”
“That’s getting hard to do.”
“How can I help?”
“I’m not sure you can.” She breathed a heavy sigh. “I’ve got to get back.”
“Stay safe, baby,” he urged her.
“I love you, you know,” she said.
“And I love you, too, Cheryl. Be careful.”
“It’s going to be hard keeping my anticipation under control,” she replied.
“Just do the drudgery,” he grinned into the phone. “Keep the excitement locked up deep inside you.”
“Five days,” she moaned softly.
“Stay busy. It’ll pass quickly.”
It didn’t pass quickly for Drew. It didn’t feel like five days. It felt like a month. Finally, Cheryl swept into the apartment at 9:12 a.m. on Tuesday morning. She wrapped her arms around Drew’s neck and kissed him on the lips in a long, lingering kiss, followed by a deep sigh.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered. She released her hold on his neck and peered around him. “Are they here yet?” she asked briskly.
“It’s nine o’clock in the morning, darling,” he chuckled easily. “Of course they’re not here yet.”
“So, we have time,” she said, turning toward the bedroom and whisking her top over her head.
“Cheryl,” he protested gently. “I have no idea when they’re going to get here. Do you think it’s smart to, you know?”
“What?” she answered defensively. “Screw?” She stripped off her bra. “They’ve seen us screw, sweetie. If I remember, it made them hot. Now come on. I haven’t gotten laid decently since I was here last.” She moved to the bed, slid off her shorts and panties in one motion and sat on the edge.
“I love you, too, Cheryl,” he laughed as he followed her to the bedroom.
Their joining was a journey through sensual and sexual sensations. Cheryl had begun as demanding, and then, as Drew took his time granting adoration to her lips, eyes, her neck and frame, submitted to his attentions and became almost languid while he lavished his attentions on her. When he slipped his tongue between her labia, she hiked her hips and groaned, falling back into repose as he persistently probed with his tongue and tugged with his lips. She moaned in ecstasy as one orgasm followed another. Her fingers fondled his hair, caressed his ears, and pulled his head into her as the sensations swept through her trembling, quivering body. Gasps and cries intermingled as he brought her to the edge, backed away, and charged her forward, time and again.
When she could take no more she viciously pulled at his hair until her relented. Her smoky eyes sought his and pleaded for his penetration. He eased forward until he lodged himself in the moist fold. She pushed against him. Drew pulled back, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“Easy,” he murmured. “It will happen.”
“I want you,” she moaned.
He nodded. “And I want you, too,” he replied. “But I want to feel all of you.”
Cheryl moaned assent and lay still. Again, Drew pressed gently into her sex.
“Don’t move,” he cautioned softly.
“I want it,” she protested woefully.
Centimeter by centimeter he allowed himself to be absorbed into her welcoming flesh.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried.
“Sshhhh,” he whispered, continuing to penetrate her.
“You need to fuck me,” she demanded huskily.
“I am,” he noted. “Can’t you feel me?”
“Yes. But, more.”
“You’ll have it all soon enough.”
“OOO! Stop right there!” she cried. “I can feel it right on my, whatever. Just move a little right there. I want to come, and pee, and cry, all at the same time!”
He smiled into her face. “There?”
“Yes!” she gasped. Her hips twitched as she sought the stimulation.
He gave her micro-thrusts to tease the spot she craved.
“Oh, don’t!” she cried. “No, I mean, do it. Don’t stop. You fucker! What are you doing to me? Oh, fuck! I love this!”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Just let it flow.”
“This is going to be huge!” she gasped.
“Good,” he whispered
She raised her legs around his hips, crossed her ankles behind him and squeezed with all her strength. He felt the first quivering contraction, the next more intense, and a third that squeeze him harder than he’d ever felt. All the while, Cheryl gasped and groaned as the orgasm crashed through her. As she relaxed, he began to ease himself into once again, passing by her spot and eventually lodging to his full extent in her depths.
She was panting.
“Don’t you do it,” she ordered.
“Do what?”
“Don’t you fuck me.”
“You don’t want me in there.”
“That’s supposed to belong to my husband.”
He chuckled. “I see. Would you like me to pull out?”
“No,” she said quickly. “It’s just, you fuck me so much better than he does.”
“Really?” he replied with a grin.
“I never have an orgasm with him. He just fucks me and then stops.”
“I see.”
“You always make me come.”
“So you don’t want me to fuck you?”
“I was just saying that. It excites me when I think about what a slut I’ve become. So, we can’t fuck. I’m married. Now, fuck me good. I mean, not like him. I want you to fuck me like you do.”
“So you DO want me to fuck you.”
“Yes. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
“Still letting the feelings get in the way of the desires.”
“I’m using them, sweetie. It turns me on.”
“Why not just enjoy it?”
“That’s just it. I do.”
“But you shouldn’t.”
She shook her head.
“I think your boxes are breaking down.”
“I love how it feels with you inside me like this. What do you mean about boxes?”
“Your compartments. You just let your Family box intrude on your Sex box.”
“Will you just shut up and fuck me, please?”
“I will, but not the way you want it.”
“How do you know?”
“You want it fast and hard. I’ll be going slow and easy. That way, when you come, you’ll want it so much it will be exceptional.”
“Is that so?”
“I’m sure. You’ll beg me. Then you’ll threaten me to go back to him. But you won’t. You’ll stay with me and when you finally do come, you’ll agree it was exceptional.”
It was exceptional. It also left both of them exhausted. They lay next to each other on the bed, panting and gasping; smiling and laughing.
“Let me ask you something,” Cheryl said in between her still ragged breathing after a few minutes of recovery.
“Anything.”
“If we can do that; if we can satisfy each other and hit those highs together like that, why would either of us want to have sex with anyone else?”
“That’s easy,” he chuckled. “There’s an excitement and thrill that is different from what we’ve just achieved.”
“You think so?”
“I do. Now, let me ask you a question, just to prove my point.”
“Go ahead.”
“What were you thinking; feeling, when you felt Micah’s cock starting to slide into you that first time in their room?”
“I was thinking: ‘Oh, dear god, he’s going to fuck me!’ I was feeling raw, nasty, sexy, and shameless. I didn’t care about anything except feeling him inside me. And, I was kind of really joyful that he wanted to fuck me. Especially since Melissa is so pretty. He could have had her but he wanted me. But I was thinking how wicked I was to cheat on Jack and you by letting him fuck me. But I really wanted him to do it.”
“Nothing like what you were just feeling, was it?”
“Well, a little. I mean, you’re not my husband, so there was still that sense of being naughty.”
“But nothing up to the level of, I don’t know, call it debauchery, that you felt the first time with Micah.”
She shook her head. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What were you thinking and feeling the first time with Melissa.”
“Ahh,” he laughed. “Well, remember, that started earlier when she asked me if I’d like a taste of her. It was a surprise. But when we actually got down to it, mainly I was thinking that I sure hoped you wouldn’t be pissed off. I was feeling delighted that you’d had Micah and I was really excited about screwing Melissa.”
“You were thinking about me?”
“Of course! I love you, Cheryl. I don’t want to do anything to piss you off.”
“I thought I’d hate it. But there was something…it really surprised me.”
“What was it?”
“I always thought I’d be so insanely fucking jealous that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. But I was feeling all sexy and naughty after Micah. And, she was so pretty, with her hair hanging down. I looked into her face and I saw the desire. Then I looked at you. You were concentrating so hard. And I just loved you both so much right then.”
A light knock sounded through the apartment.
“And Micah had just fucked me,” she said, rolling off the bed and searching for her clothing. “I was thinking that it was only right. It really surprised me that I felt so good about it.”
“Where are you going?” Drew asked her.
“Didn’t you hear the knock? I could be Micah and Melissa.”
“Stay here,” he directed, rolling out of the bed and slipping into his shorts. “It’s easier for me to get decent.”
“What time is it?”
Drew glanced at the clock. “Just about ten,” he replied.
She sank back down into the pillows and grinned at him. “It’s not Micah and Melissa.”
“It’s not?”
“No. It’s my surprise for you.”
Drew stepped to the door just as a second series of knocks sounded. He swung the door open.
“Dana!” he exclaimed. He could hear Cheryl’s laugh from the bedroom.
“Hi, Drew,” she said, her eyes gleaming as she scanned his frame. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Well, sort of,” he said. “Cheryl’s here.”
“She said she would be when she called.”
“Cheryl called you?”
“Of course I called her,” Cheryl’s voice came from just behind him. He turned and looked. She’d wrapped a sheet around herself and stood just behind him.
“Are you going to invite her in?” Cheryl asked him.
“Of course, of course,” Drew replied, feeling more than a little confused. He backed away from the door to allow Dana room to enter the apartment.
“Oh, here’s my top,” Cheryl said, dropping the sheet, and sliding the garment over her head. Her braless breasts strained the fabric as she stood there bottomless as Dana stepped into the room. “Just let me run and get my shorts,” she said, turning and displaying her lovely, curvy ass to both of them as she stepped into the bedroom.
“I am interrupting,” Dana said softly.
“Well,” Drew agreed gently, “Maybe a little. But, I think she intended this.”
“She called me and asked me to be here at ten,” Dana sounded defensive.
“It’s all right,” Drew comforted her. “Come on in.”
Cheryl reappeared and stepped directly up to Dana. “You look gorgeous,” she said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Come in, come in,” she said with a broad grin.
“What’s going on, Cheryl?” Drew asked cautiously.
“Dana’s come to visit,” she beamed at him. “I invited her.”
“Why did you do that?” he pressed.
“We’ll talk about that later,” Cheryl replied. “Meanwhile, why don’t you go have a shower, and I’ll make a fresh pot of coffee,” she directed at Drew.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked Dana, indicating a seat on the sofa.
“That would be fine,” Dana said.
“Go!” Cheryl nearly shouted at Drew. “You and I both need a shower. You go first. Dana and I will talk until you’re done.”
Drew shrugged and headed toward the bathroom.
“Come talk to me while I make a fresh pot,” Cheryl invited Dana. She headed toward the tiny kitchen and Dana obediently followed. She set about rinsing out the remains, inserted a filter, filled the reservoir, and spooned in the grounds.
“Thank you for doing this,” Cheryl said.
“What exactly am I doing?” Dana asked.
“You came to visit, like I asked,” Cheryl told her. “And, what’s even better is our friends Micah and Melissa will be joining us later today. I’m not sure exactly when, but I know you’ll like them.”
“Okay,” Dana said somewhat cautiously.
“There,” Cheryl stated. “All done. Let’s go sit in the living room while it brews.”
She ushered Dana back to the sofa and sat next to her, on the edge of the cushion so she could look at her.
“Did I tell you Drew and I just came back from a short vacation at an island resort?” she asked Dana.
“You did,” Dana nodded.
“Well, that’s where we met Micah and Melissa. They were staying at the same resort.”
“I see.”
“I learned something from them,” Cheryl went on. “It was a real eye-opener for me. And, when we got back, I thought of you.”
“You did?” Dana replied.
“Okay. I actually thought of you a couple of times during the trip,” Cheryl said and took a deep breath. “Micah and Melissa caught us together, having sex, you know?”
“Oh, my!” Dana said.
“It was kind of planned. I told Drew it was a fantasy of mine to have sex someplace where we might be seen. So, we were actually screwing on the balcony outside our room. Micah and Melissa happened by.”
“Weren’t you embarrassed?”
“At first, yes, kind of. But it really was hot, you know what I mean? They watched us and afterwards we all talked about it a little bit. They thought it was hot, too.”
“I see.”
“Well, the next night, they invited us to their room to watch them, just to see if it made them hot, too.”
“And you went?”
“We did. But, things got a little out of hand. Not only did we watch, but we actually participated with them, you know what I mean? I had sex with Micah, and Drew had sex with Melissa.”
“And that was good for you?”
“Oh, yes! It was wonderful. But, the thing I learned is that I didn’t get jealous at all, like I thought I would. I watched Drew with Melissa and it was incredible. And, it was so great that we did it again the next day. I guess they liked it a lot, too, because they’re coming here today. I didn’t know that when I called you.”
“I see.”
“Okay. The thing is, Drew has told me about your situation. And, since the island, I’ve learned that I can deal with it. I mean, I can’t be with Drew all the time, you know, because I’m married and live with my in-laws. So, I just wanted you to know that it’s okay with me if the two of you get together. I’m not going to get jealous or crazy on you if you have sex with him.”
“You’re not?”
“No. In fact, I think it would be a good thing. I mean, I learned that even when he has sex with somebody else, he still loves me.”
Dana nodded.
“I know Drew likes you. He’d love to have sex with you. I think you feel the same way about him. And, because I love him, I want him to be free to sleep with you if he wants.”
“Is that right?”
“I want us all to be friends, Dana. I think we can do that. And I don’t want the fact that we’re all having sex together to get in the way of that. I think he can give you the same diversion from your situation as he does for me. I want to encourage that.”
“And what does Drew think about all this?”
Cheryl laughed. “Oh, he doesn’t know. Didn’t you see how surprised he was to see you just now? But I know the only reason he hasn’t slept with you yet is because he’s concerned how it will affect me. If he knew I was okay with it, I think he’d succumb to your obvious charms in a minute.”
“Well, that’s a whole lot to think about, Cheryl,” Dana told her.
“Not really, sweetie. All you have to decide is if you want to screw him or not.”
“I don’t believe it’s going to be that simple.”
“It is, though. You get to decide. If you do, I learned something from Melissa that can get us started, right here today. So, do you?”
“You’re serious about sharing your man with me?”
“I’ll even help, if you’ll let me. In fact, I want to.”
Drew emerged from the bathroom with one towel wrapped around his loins and another in his hands, vigorously scrubbing his hair.
“Well, the truth is,” Dana told Cheryl, “I don’t have any appointments for the rest of the day. In fact, my next one isn’t until nine tomorrow morning.”
“So, yes?” Cheryl beamed at her.
Dana looked at Drew. “Yeah, why the hell not.”
“Why not what?” Drew asked.
“Never you mind,” Cheryl chided him. “You get Dana her cup of coffee and keep her entertained while I shower. You can talk, or screw, or whatever.”
“Cheryl!” Drew said in mock surprise.
She leaned over to Dana and whispered in her ear. “We’re going to have so much fun! Ten minutes. Okay?” She kissed her on the temple.
Dana grinned and nodded. “Let’s see what happens.”
“What’s happening?” Drew asked, rolling his towel around the back of his neck.
“Did you shave?” Cheryl asked, ignoring his question.
“Yeah, in the shower,” he responded.
“Good,” Cheryl said, leaning up to kiss him quickly on the lips. “Take care of our guest while I wash your come out of me,” she whispered conspiratorially before disappearing into the bathroom.
