1. I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1


    Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Mature, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    museums, but I think you’d prefer to spend the day with your wife. Why don’t I see if I can get some last-minute theater tickets? I insist on going Dutch or, at least, sharing expenses until we know where we’re going with this. I’ll phone you as soon as I know. I’ll check Newsday to see if there’s anything on the Island. Is that okay with you?” “Perfect; thanks for realizing that I need to spend some time with Lizzie even if she doesn’t recognize me. It’s just something I have to do.” “I know, Chuck. I doubt I’d have any interest in you if you weren’t so thoughtful or caring. I only hope I find someone who will love me as much as you and Lizzie obviously love each other.” The rest of the meal was like two old friends meeting for dinner. We explored and tried to get to know each other better. I was pretty sure that she’d be the “HER” Lizzie had described. I thought at the time that Toni felt the same way. All we had to do was get to know each other. CHAPTER 3 And so began the weirdest “courtship” ever known to mankind. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch, but it was certainly something both Toni and I agreed was strange. We never made it to Broadway that Saturday, but we did find our way to dinner and a movie—a chick flick—on Saturday evening. She teased me terribly afterwards—“The things men will do for sex,” she said. “Yeah, but we don’t even know if that’s in the cards, do we?” We both laughed. Being with Toni was fun and if anyone could use some fun it was me. The ...
    past months had been nothing but one downer after another. I spent almost all day with Lizzie talking about school and how David and Beth—our children—missed their weekly phone conversations with their mom. They would visit with me once their school year had ended. Unfortunately, they were both more than six hundred miles away—too far for a weekend visit unless there was a dire emergency. Lizzie and I had often flown to them for a few days, but neither of us wanted to interfere with either their academic or social pursuits any more than necessary. They were young adults who deserved the opportunity to live their own lives. I saw Toni several nights a week, even going to her house for dinner and having her come to Lizzie’s and mine, as well. We did all the things that dating couples did, but we usually did them far from her community or mine. Probably the highlight occurred on a Friday night in early May when the Yankees hosted the Mets for yet another game in what had become known as the Subway Series. I knew I could almost always get tickets for a Yankee game because of my grandfather who had been a famous Yankee manager and for whom I was named—Charles Dillon. My family had even called me “Casey’ as a kid. Grandpa had been dead for years, but I had a special phone number that connected to the general manager’s office. All I had to do was ask and I’d have tickets right behind the dugout. I always offered to pay and I probably did about fifty percent of the time. I’d attended ...
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