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“Us? Since when is there an ‘us’? You’re married, remember.”
“Ohhhhh. So that’s it. Well, you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Who said that I was worried?”
“May I ask you something, Connie?”
“Sure.”
“Do you have someone in your life?
“What?” I nearly choke on my ice water. I fumble through my top desk drawer, searching for a napkin to wipe the drips of water from the front of my blouse.
“I assume that means, yes?”
Bishop wants to find out more about me, I think. Or he wants to find out if I’ll answer honestly to whatever research he’s been conducting on me. Which way shall I play his game? Mmmmm. Well, he’s not totally forthcoming, neither will I be.
“Well, I’m kind of seeing someone.”
He waits as if I’m going to say more but I don’t. Let him squirm and show just how much interest he has in my world.
“Lucky man. He has an intelligent, beautiful queen like you but he’s not treating you right. I know if you were mine, I’d spoil you with treats every day.”
I say nothing to his comment. I’m not putting Keith out there like that. He does treat me good, I’m his platinum princess, and he’s my stability. Unfortunately for me, he has a disappointing dick. A girl can’t always have it all. I’ve gotta get control of my weakness for this good-looking, educated, well-paid, respectable man with an outstanding cock. For the first time in my relationship with
Keith, I’m out of control because of my sexual frustrations with him. I could quit now and end this lustful venture with Bishop, but I can’t. His spell is upon me and I’m captivated.
“Yeah? What treats might that be?”
“I think you know. The main two reasons why a woman messes around on a man are for money or sex. We both know you’re well compensated financially, so the sex deposits to your bank must be insufficient, aren’t they? If you allow me, I want to give you a bigger deposit with a more favorable return on investment.”
“Why should I?” I question to see where he takes this.
“Because you know our chemistry is sizzling, satisfying, and explosive. You like the heat we create and I like your fire.”
Just hearing him speak these words to me sends surges of electricity straight down my spine, exciting my nipples and erogenous zones along the way. He knows that he’s right and I can’t tell him any differently.
“Yes, Bishop, you’re right. But I still can’t carpool. The North Springs station is too close to home.”
“Well, what about if I pick you up at the Sandy Springs station? It’s so busy there no one will notice. I can meet you early, if you like. I just want to spend more time with you. You do something to me no other woman has, and that includes my wife.”
I pause to reflect on my answer. I should stop this now, I tell myself. I could stop it if I want. My pussy interrupts my thought as it pulsates with each of Bishop’s pleads.
“Please, Connie, let’s do this. I know you want to ’cause I sure as hell do. Nobody will know. I promise.”
I know his offer means more than just a ride to and from work. Oh, what the hell, I’ll let him bottom me out one more time, then I’ll stop.
“Never thought I’d agree.”
“So, that means yes?”
“Yeah, I’ll carpool with you, Bishop.”
“Terrific. I won’t let you down.”
“I’ll park on the deck, then meet you curbside at Perimeter near the underground entrance. I’ll be there at seven-thirty a.m. sharp. Don’t be late,” I order.
“Ah baby, don’t worry. I’ll come right on time. No pun intended.”
