Shayna was in a great mood, humming as she checked a patient's chart. She didn't hear Paul Brant come up behind her and jumped when he said her name.
"Shayna, may I have a word with you?'
"Certainly, Dr. Brant."
They went into a empty room and he looked down at the floor then up at her again. He seemed to be having trouble meeting her eyes, so Shayna asked him "What's wrong Paul?"
Paul Brant stammered, hemmed and hawwed, which was highly unlike him. Finally, he spoke. "Shayna, I am afraid I wasn't very honest with you."
She looked at him. "Oh, how so?"
"I'm married Shayna. I have been for quite some time. I don't talk a lot about my wife, so women assume I'm single and ..."
Shayna cut him off " .... You can take advantage of them and fuck whoever you want."
He looked down at the floor again, then back up into her blue eyes, which seemed to be blazing with fury. "Yes. In a way. But with you, it was different."
"I was smarter and wilder than some of the bimbos you usually fuck?"
Her newfound strength startled Paul. It startled Shayna a bit too, but she stood her ground, arms folded across her ample chest.
"Shayna, you were on of the most vibrant, sensual, exciting women I've ever been with. The sex was so soft, seductive and warm. I've never known sex like that, and I'd like to think you enjoyed it as well."
Shayna had enjoyed it, very much. She would likely have succumbed to his charms again, now that her relationship with Brad had been clarified. But she had to speak her mind.
"I'm very sorry, DOCTOR Brant ... " she said, letting the icy tone in her voice be heard, " ... I don't sleep with married men."
Paul Brant looked at his colleague and lover and his eyes smiled. "I'm not asking you to sleep with me again Shayna. I'm apologizing for being dishonest with you. I would also like to ask you home to dinner with me. My wife wants to meet this stunning creature I've been raving about."
Shayna blinked her eyes, barely believing what she'd just heard. "You told your wife about us having sex? And she doesn't want to kill me?"
Paul laughed, his face crinkled as he did so. "Quite the contrary. My wife would like to meet the woman who I told her could match her in bed. Chera is an exceptional woman, I think you will like her very much!"
Shayna looked into Paul's green eyes and saw the gentle smile that crossed his lips. She had enjoyed his company and if everything was on the up-and-up, what could it hurt.
"Sure, why not?"
Paul had told her the evening would be informal, but Shayna wasn't the kind to dress in jeans. She opted for a form-fitting white pantsuit that hugged her curves. She wore some nice lingerie underneath it and opted for black heels. She drove to Paul's home and rang the bell, her heart fluttering a bit.
Paul answered the door and looked her up and down. "Wow, don't you look great. Come on in, Chera's waiting in the living room. We're having steaks, I hope you're hungry."
Paul didn't look to shabby himself, in tan shirt and slacks. Shayna also remembered what he looked like naked, his big cock thrusting in and out of her hot little pussy, and blushed at the thought. She let him take her arm and guide her to the living room, where his wife was waiting.
Chera Brant stood up and walked to Shayna, holding out her hand in greeting. Paul was right, his wife was beautiful. The first thing Shayna noticed about Chera was her smile, it was wide and dazzling, with perfect white teeth. She had beautiful blue eyes, with flecks of grey. Her brown hair was shoulder length, layered and beautifully cut. She wore a simple white blouse and skirt that ended just above the knee. Her legs were long and tapered, Shayna figured her to be about 5'8" or so. She had curves and full, lovely breasts that Shayna figured might be about a 36-C. Why anyone would have an affair with another woman when he had this beautiful creature to come home to befuddled Shayna.
"Welcome to our home Shayna. Paul's right, you're lovely. It's nice to finally meet you." Her voice was soft, almost lyrical, lovely as the woman herself.
Shayna blushed, knowing the woman knew everything about her and Paul, but she bravely decided to forge on ahead. They went out to the patio where Paul was grilling the steaks. Shayna accepted a glass of a truly excellent Bordeaux and started talking with Chera. She liked the pretty brunette very much and felt like they were becoming friends the more they conversed.
The three of them enjoyed the Caesar Salad and steak and the wine. They talked and the more they did, the more confused β in one sense β Shayna became. Why had Paul cheated on Chera, a woman he so obviously adored? Why was Chera not angry at her in the slightest?
The evening was growing cool, so they went inside and enjoyed a nice, light Tartufo for dessert. They finished and Paul was clearing the plates when Chera spoke to Shayna in her soft voice.