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“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 şişli escort 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 mecidiyeköy escort 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.
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