It was lunchtime on a Tuesday, I was heading to a café in the city to meet up with my girlfriend Trish. We have been together for about three months now, and I was enjoying our relationship so far, more than I thought I would.
A bit of context here, my name is Mike Oliveira and I'm twenty-nine years old. I work as a Sales Rep in the city, I'm divorced and while not rich, I'm doing fine. Trish, or Patricia which she hates being called, is a twenty-five year old divorcee herself, she a 5'7 brunette with lovely big tits and shapely legs, It was both of those features that attracted me to her at the club when we first met. Trish also works close by as a travel consultant, which she gets to enjoy the perk of occasionally traveling a bit for free.
"Hey gorgeous, love the dress you're wearing today, it matches your lovely blue eyes."
"Could you be any smoother Mike?"
"Hey, it's in my job description."
Trish just shook her head at my obvious platitudes and went back to perusing the menu.
"Phil asked if we would be interested in going out to dinner Thursday night, what do you think?"
"What just the three of us?" Trish enquired.
"Nah, he has a date. He's probably trying to show her what nice friends he has so he can get into her pants quicker."
"You two are such players, I wouldn't be surprised if you try and get into them as well."
"That depends."
"On...?"
"If you are joining us, we haven't had a foursome yet."
Trish again shook her head but smiled this time, then stepped up to the counter to place her lunch order.
I have to add here that I never thought that three months after meeting Trish, well, that we would still be seeing each other much less in a relationship. My intentions were to fuck her a few times, then move onto the next woman that caught my eye. She wasn't lying when she called me a player, I have successfully been picking up women since I was in my late teens. Even while I was married to my first wife, I kept playing the field and sleeping with a new woman every week almost. So much so that she found out and we got divorced.
Trish on the other hand was married at twenty, a marriage that lasted for a few years to a man that cheated on her repeatedly. So, you're probably wondering why in the hell would she want to be in a relationship with a guy like me that cannot keep it in his pants? I'm not sure, she has dated a number of guys since she was divorced, so maybe she is just playing the field now too.
We found a table to sit at and began to eat or lunch. I quietly sipped on my juice as I looked at Trish's pretty face. She is smart, interesting and funny, not to mention great in bed. It is easy to want to spend time with her, what I wasn't sure about was why she wanted to spend time with me outside of the bedroom? Why are we here at this café three months after what should have been a few fun rolls in the hay?
"Can I ask you something Trish, about us?"
"You're not going to ask me to move in, are you?"
"No, that's not my question."
"Okay then, you had me worried for a moment."
"Why are we here?"
She looked at me puzzled, it was not about where we were sitting, but about us, our relationship.
"You're not happy dating me Mike?"
"Of course I'm happy dating you, I'm just trying to figure out why we are dating at all?"
"What do you mean?"
"You knew who I was the moment I started chatting you up that night. You also knew what I was after and you gave it to me just a few hours later."
"It was a good night, I enjoyed myself. So, what's your problem exactly?"
"Why didn't we leave it at that? Why do I still want to see you every day, and why do you let me?"
Trish looked at me while taking another mouthful of her salad, just looking into my eyes like she was trying to figure that question out herself.
"I like you Mike, I enjoy spending time with you. I'll admit that I only ever intended on fucking you a couple of times at first as well. I'm not sure why we are still here together. Neither of us has stopped seeing other people these last three months. Maybe it's just that we've been honest about what we're doing, where we're at."
"And where is it that we're at?"
"Look Mike, after my divorce I decided I wasn't going to be the victim anymore. Over the last year or so I have dated several men and slept with all of them. And I will continue to see other guys. I'm going to have my fun too."
"I get that, and I'm happy about that too, believe me. But are you saying that because we both enjoy fucking other people, that is why we are here right now?"
"Kind of, we can be more honest with each other. I don't have to justify myself with you, and I like that. I don't get upset when you pick up some pretty young thing at the club, nor do you get upset when I go out on dates with other guys. So, we can just be us."
I nodded and bit into my bagel. I never contemplated that after my divorce I would actually want to be with someone in a relationship. I'd been enjoying myself, fucking a lot of sexy women. Some were single, some had boyfriends, more than a few were married. It didn't bother me, I enjoyed fucking them all, and they enjoyed me fucking them. Nearly all came back for more. A part of the thrill is getting them to want to be fucked, the chase if you will.
The married women and the single girls were less fun in that aspect, they are too easy. Especially the young naïve girls you could sometimes meet, still looking for that handsome prince charming mixed with a bit of a bad boy persona. They want to believe anything I tell them, too caught up in my good looks and confident charisma, it's like taking candy from a baby. For the married women it's a different approach, they want the sexy confident guy who can keep secrets.
It's the women with boyfriends I enjoyed chasing the most, watching how they struggle with wanting me while trying to stay loyal to their boyfriends. It makes the sex more fun because they are usually caught up in their emotions more, with both the thrill and guilt of cheating. It makes the sex more passionate, more intense. Those are the women that cum the hardest when I fuck them with my thick cock.
With Trish, she didn't fit into any of those categories, she was single but definitely not naïve. The sex was also surprisingly good. Some people you just click with a little easier in the bedroom, and that was us. If you're wondering why I sleep with so many women, well, It's because I can. I'm sorry for those guys that aren't good looking, or that don't have a clue about women, either thinking of them as sweet princesses or as total sluts. Those guys just make my job easier.
It was Thursday night when I picked up Trish in front of her apartment, she looked great in a little black dress that struggled to stop her large breasts from falling out. She was going to turn a lot of heads tonight.
"Hey handsome, good to see you on time for once."
"Hi Trish, you look great. I can't wait to take that dress off you later."
"Who said you'd be the one undressing me tonight?" Trish replied with a cheeky smile.
"So, we're doing the foursome tonight then?"
"No, I might just like one of the dashing waiters at the restaurant and have to take care of myself."
"As long as I can join in we're all good." And gave Trish a wink as I drove us to the restaurant to meet Phil and his date.
We got to the restaurant and found Phil's table, he was there with a sexy young blonde named Bree. Phil and I used to work together but have remained friends since. We enjoyed catching up for beers, going to the gym, or going to clubs together to pick up women and sharing some on occasion. Like me, Phil had little trouble getting women into his bed, he always joked he had more trouble trying to get them out of his bed then in.
After introductions and ordering we settled in for a nice glass of wine.
"So, what do you do Bree?" Trish asked.
"Oh, I'm a senior majoring in economics."
"You're still in college? How did you meet up with Phil?"
"He knew one of my friends." Bree responded, looking a little sheepish.
It was obvious that Phil had already fucked her friend, and well, women talk. Bree was obviously keen to try out what her friend had already sampled.
"Are you looking to make an honest man out of Phil then Bree?"
"Oh god no, I already have a boyfriend." Bree giggled at giving this revelation.
"Are you two serious? You and your boyfriend?" Trish was enjoying figuring out Bree I think.
"Yeah, we will probably get married after we graduate. There's no rush just yet, I still want to enjoy myself a bit first."
"And does your boyfriend know you're here tonight? With Phil?"
"No way, he would have a heart attack if he knew I was here."
Phil then interjected before Trish gave Bree any second thoughts.
"So Trish, why are still seeing this lout? I thought you would have wised up by now?"
"I don't know Phil, maybe I just love his big cock too much to let him go."
"Hey. Come on guys, you are going to scare Bree with all this talk." I interjected.
"No, it's okay Mike, I like hearing about big cocks." Bree added with a sexy giggle.
"Well, you just wait and see what I got for you for dessert." Phil responded as he gave her a little kiss.
Trish then leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.