This story is the sequel to "Sharing is Caring" listed in BDSM written by Racywriter. Please feel free to read Racywriter's story as well.
As David shut the door behind him, he gently reached for my hand. My initial reaction was to pull away but I immediately put it out of my mind and reached for his. It hand was warm and firm. As we walked toward the little market around the corner, the silence hung over us, weighing us down. I waited for one of us to break the silence that stood between us.
"Did you have a parent conference tonight? He asked.
"Yes, nothing much. It was really an open house. The usual parents looking desperate, looking for the solution to their problems."
We continued to walk and that awful silence returned.
When we got to the store, we headed back to the wine section. Browsing the red wine selection we made small talk as to whether or not we wanted a syrah or cabernet.
As we approached the counter, we bumped into each other. It felt awkward as if we were on our first date or maybe it was our last. I stood there and watched him purchase the wine; I wondered just what went on between David and Helena while I was delayed at school. I thought it was odd of her not to come out and say "hi" to me when he left.
As we left the store and headed back to my place, he once again held my hand tightly. I felt myself to relax as we walked in sync. I love that about us, we walk at the same pace. It always makes me feel as if we are meant for one another.
As we reached my place, it was dark on the porch. I dug deep down into the depths of my purse to find the keys. Ah.. . . there they are. It is so annoying having to search for them. I felt nervous, as if I didn't want to go inside.
As we walked in I tossed the keys of the counter and went straight for the wine glasses. David searched for the bottle opener that was buried somewhere in the utensil drawer. As he popped the cork, I watched his face. He looked a little tense, reticent.
As he poured the wine, I watched the glasses fill up with deep berry tones. Red wine is so sexy but tonight as I looked at my glass, I felt as if it was going to be more like a painkiller.
"Okay. David, what's with the silence?"
"Okay Sweetie, I have something to tell you."
As he spoke, I sipped my wine and listened to every word he said. He held my hand as he told me what happened when Helena "entertained" him while I was at my open house. When I asked her to entertain him, should I run late, I was thinking she'd offer him a cup of tea!
When he came to the end of the story. I stood there without saying a word. In my head I screamed in pain but outwardly, I felt numb, I said nothing. What could I say?
"Baby, say something."
I wanted to walk out my door and over to Helena's. How dare she! She has no problem finding a date. I can think of numerous men, who would do anything to get a date with her and yet, she had to pick my man?
"What do you want me to say David? Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
I let go of his hand and poured myself another glass of wine. My head began to spin, I walked over to the couch and sat down and stared at him.
"Come on Brianna, talk to me? Tell me you hate me, tell me you're mad but don't give me the silent treatment." He walked over to the couch and sat next to me and put his hand on my knee. "I do love you Bri, you know that don't you?"
Yeah, I know but why Helena? Why her? I know we had always talked about a threesome but couldn't you at least wait for me? Are you going to leave me for her?"
"Of course not baby! You know I love you but you have always known that am attracted to her. We've talked about it a million times. What happened tonight was out of left field."
As I sat there and watched him, I knew he was right. He had always shared his attraction for her with me and at times I even encouraged the possibility of a threesome. I even went so far as to suggest he sleep with her. Now, he had and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I love him. I didn't want him to leave me.
I reached over and pulled him close to me. I needed to feel close to him. As we held each other jealousy began to well up inside of me. The thought of him with Helena infuriated me yet at the same time, I felt tuned on. I held him tighter. As I buried my face in the crook of his neck, I wanted to smell him. As I inhaled I was suddenly overtaken by an unfamiliar scent.
"Damn," I thought to myself, "it's Helena."
"Baby, I can smell her cum. Did you make her cum.?" I asked quietly.
When I asked him this, he suddenly pulled me over his knee and laid me across his lap. With force, he pulled up my skirt.
"You're jealous aren't you?"
As I was about to answer him I suddenly felt a sharp slap on my ass.
"You're a bad girl. You want to know what I did. You're my dirty little girl."
