The early afternoon sun streamed brilliantly into my new bedroom, illuminating Cheryl’s glorious frame as she lay among the rumpled sheets on my bed. I looked at her, absorbing her features, taking a mental snapshot of her beautiful face, gleaming eyes, and somewhat disheveled dark hair. She had a somewhat self-satisfied look on her face as she looked at me with her head elevated on her arm and propped in her hand. “Do you realize how good we are together?” she asked in a low, smooth voice. My reaction was to smile tenderly. “I guess that means you’ve been sexually satisfied.” Her hand stroked across my chest lightly. She sighed. “For the moment,” she grinned. It was the first time we’d made love in my bed, recently relocated to the small apartment she’d found for us in a complex just four blocks from where she lived with her husband and in-laws. What had started as a tender session of exploration had developed into an energetic episode of carnal gratification. The two of us had moved from affectionate contact to tempestuous passion, and now lay together in a state of serene, placid recovery. “Were you thinking about Dana’s hot legs when you were fucking me?” she teased. “No such thing,” I assured her. “I was completely fixated on you and my selfish desire to hear you scream with passion.” She had. The sounds and words were firmly etched in my memory. While taking into account her loss of composure due to our furious love-making, the groans of her passion and the words, “Oh, God, Drew! Fuck me, Drew! Yes! Fuck me, baby! I love you, Drew!” would remain locked in my mind for a long time. “You know what I like about having our apartment together?” she asked, returning me to the present. “What’s that, my love?” I asked. “We don’t have to leave. I can make you lunch here.” I chuckled. “That’s a bit of a surprise,” I admitted. “I’d have thought it was something much more physical in nature.” She pushed herself up so she was looking down at me. Her grin was broad. “Well, the sex is really great,” she said. “But what we have isn’t all about sex, is it? That’s what you said.” “That’s what I said,” I reminded her. “I wasn’t so sure about your mindset.” She laid her head on my shoulder. “I love giving you my body, Drew. But I also want to be able to do for you.” “And what am I supposed to do for you?” I asked. “Be here for me,” she replied softly. “Talk with me. Let me do things for you. Stay interested in me. Love me like you do.” In the distance I could hear the traffic of the busy city. The surreal situation of the normal world intruding on this tiny corner of paradise made me nervous and a bit uncomfortable. “This is a dangerous place, Cheryl,” I said. “I don’t mean the apartment. I mean the place where this relationship is going.” “I can do this, Drew,” she assured me. “I can love you during the daytime and be the obedient and devoted wife at night.” “All it will take is one misplaced word,” I worried, “or a dream in which you say my name.” “Don’t worry, my darling,” she said. “I’ve already got the cover story. You’re Lisa’s friend and I’m just dreaming about what she said.” “Oh, great! Then he’ll go to Stan tell him Lisa’s in love with me.” “Don’t be silly, Drew. It’s just a screwy dream. That’s what I’ll say. There isn’t anything real about it. Trust me.” “I just hate the idea of putting you in a place where you have to lie.” “You’re not, Drew,” she said gently. “I did this, and I don’t regret any of it. I feel like my life bursa escort is really full right now. I have security, love, passion, and a real sense of fulfillment. All I have to do is keep it all in the proper compartments. I know I can do that.” “There’s a part of me,” I confessed, “That feels guilty about putting you in the position that you have to do that.” “You didn’t do it, Drew,” she said. “I made this choice.” “I want you to be sure, though. Tell me if there’s anything I can do to help you.” She rolled over on her belly and hiked herself up to look into my eyes. “I told you,” she grinned. “Just be here for me and let me do for you.” I felt her hand slide down to grasp my flaccid member. “What are you doing?” I asked her. “Doing for you,” she said. She slid down on the bed until her head was level with my hips. I felt her hot breath on me, and then the tender kiss on the tip of my cock. It throbbed in her hand; the first indication of a coming erection. “You don’t have to do that,” I said quickly. She brushed her hair back from her face so I could see her. “Shush,” she said, her eyes fixed on my growing rod. “I want to do this for you.” “For me?” I asked. “Really. You don’t need to.” Her lips enveloped the tip to the crown and I felt her tongue lick at the underside before she released me. “I want to,” she murmured, “For you and for me.” Her lips enveloped me and I could feel her tongue explore the flesh of my shaft as it began to swell and grow. Only then did she look into my eyes and I could see the twinkle in hers as she began to suck me into full hardness. ++++ The knock on the door startled me. It was Saturday morning. The only one who knew where I lived was Cheryl and she wasn’t free on weekends. I slid the chair back from my computer desk and moved to the door. My surprise turned to alarm when I heard a key being shoved into the door’s lock. Cheryl had a key, but I knew it wouldn’t be her. I looked around for a bat or other weapon I could wield in defense. The only thing I could find was one of the chairs at the dining room table. I picked it up and held it aloft as the door swung open. Silhouetted by the morning sun, the figure of a woman stepped into the apartment and shut the door. She turned to face me. “Are you planning to offer me a chair?” said the shapely Dana, the rental agent who had negotiated the lease for this apartment. I dropped the chair to the floor. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “And why do you have a key to my apartment.” “I’m the agent,” she said as if it was obvious. “I’ve got keys to all the properties.” “You could have called for an appointment,” I blustered. “Check your lease, Drew,” she said, her eyes scanning the visible portions of the apartment. “We’re allowed to make spot checks of the property for damage or illegal activity.” “I’ve been here a week!” I stammered. “There’s no damage. And I’m certainly not engaged in any illegal activity!” “Let me check the bedroom and bath,” she said. “Then I’ll be on my way.” “No,” I said, chagrined at my own reaction. “You’re right. I should have checked the lease. Let me at least offer you a cup of coffee.” “Really?” she laughed. “You’re going to bonk me with a chair and now you want me to stay for coffee?” “Of course,” I said. “I’m sorry. I thought somebody was breaking in.” She stepped toward to bedroom door. I noticed she’d worn some fashionable heels that accentuated the curve of her legs. She saw the mussed bursa escort bayan bed I’d left just an hour or so before, sniffed, and then turned to inspect the little bathroom. “Okay,” she said. “No damage and no evidence of nefarious activities, unless you count screwing a married woman in your bed.” “You want a cup of coffee?” I parried, turning toward the tiny kitchenette. “Sure,” she replied. “Here at the table?” “If you like.” “I could sit in the chair in the hallway you were going to hit me with.” “I’m sorry,” I said, pouring a mug of the hot brew for her and refilling my own cup. “I couldn’t find anything else for my defense.” She sat at the table and I pulled the chair back from the hallway and sat down. I looked at her, raised my cup. “Cheers,” I said. Dana was attractive, no doubt about it. Her dark hair was gathered across her left shoulder and she wore those obnoxious but sexy hoop earrings. The blouse and jacket she wore looked fairly professional except that her endowments were pressing them tightly. Her hands looked delicate and the rings she wore on the left hand looked costly, elegant and classy. “So, do you want to be honest with me?” I asked. “What are you doing here, really?” Her full lips formed around the rim of her mug and she sipped. She set it down firmly before looking at me. Her smile was coy. “I noticed you checking me out as we climbed the stairs the other day. In fact, as I climbed them today on my way here, I got a little tingle remembering. And,” she went on, “I know what you’re doing here. Cheryl told me she was helping out a friend. When I saw the two of you, though, I knew you were more than friends. She wore rings. You didn’t. She’s married, but not to you. The two of you are intimate, though.” “Cheryl needs some love and affection in her life,” I said. “Something she doesn’t get at home. But she’s committed to her marriage, so we needed a place where we can escape for a few hours each week.” “Who doesn’t?” Dana replied. “Surely not,” I asserted. “You’re a woman of quality and beauty. Someone undoubtedly loves you deeply and provides you with the very best.” “It’s hush money,” she said emphatically. “If I don’t bellow about 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 escort bursa 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 embarrassing this is for me?” Dana asked. “I feel like a complete fool.” I smiled at her with compassion. “You just went out to explore possibilities. Actually, I’m flattered.” “Actually,” she said, mimicking me, “I’m jealous. I want what Cheryl’s got. I wonder if she’d let me use you when she’s not available?” That drew a laugh from me. Not unsympathetic, I leaned over to touch her hand. “Don’t expect me to ask her,” I laughed. Dana leveled her eye on mine. “No, of course not. It’s obvious that you’re devoted to her. Maybe that’s what makes you so attractive to me. I’d really like to have some of that devotion.” “I’ll be your friend, Dana,” I replied, “If that’s what you want. I can always offer you coffee and a chair if you want to come talk.” That caused her to break into a beautiful, broad smile. “Hopefully not waving over your head like this morning.” ++++ “What’s this?” Cheryl asked, holding up the little card she’d found on the tiny table just inside the door. It held a bowl for my keys, and I rarely even looked at it. Cheryl waved it joyously in my direction as if she’d caught me in some peccadillo. “I don’t know,” I confessed. “What does it say?” “Dana Mattang Lee,” she read. “Property Agent.” “Oh,” I said, somewhat surprised. “She must have left it there.” “She’s been here since we moved in?” “Yeah,” I admitted, casually. “Saturday morning she came by to inspect the place. She can do that, according to the lease.” Cheryl’s eyes sparkled. “Inspect the place, or inspect the tenant?” she chided joyfully. “It’s really kind of a funny story,” I responded, easing myself into one of the large chairs in the sitting room. “I heard the key in the lock and couldn’t find anything to protect myself with, so I picked up one of the dining room chairs, ready to crown whoever was breaking in.” “A chair?” she laughed. “I couldn’t find a bat or a pipe.” I shrugged. “You didn’t hit her, did you?” “No,” I chuckled.