Betrayed Chapter 2

. I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind all week. I certainly couldn't now, with her body pressed intimately against mine. It felt good. It felt right. Being with her presented a tantalizing third option: what if I neither fought, nor ran? What if I just... gave in? She had certainly indicated she wanted me that way. Hadn't I cum in buckets that first time? Hadn't she? Had not my surrender to her been the most intense personal and emotional connection I had had with any human in my entire life? Where was the harm in just letting go, and seeing where the current took me? Cuckold. Sissy. Punk Bitch. Those were just words....

I responded to my own soul-searching by spreading my legs just a bit. Dianna took that cue, then took me.

We watched the sun come up over the lake, then slept like the dead until noon. It felt good to shower with someone again. It felt better to have sex in the shower. We reprised our reciprocal roles; she took my meat, then I took hers. Being with her this way, I didn't feel the guilt or shame of becoming a 'switch-hitter' I would have felt – had felt - even a week before.

As we were toweling each other dry, she kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Lover," she purred sweetly. "I generally don't do holidays because I don't have anyone really special to do them with. Thank you for making this the most special day I have had in a long time."

Damn! With all I had had swimming around in my head in the past week, I had completely forgotten what day this was. I didn't even have a card for her. The thought just suddenly popped into my mind. I somehow knew she would ask the question and wanted to be prepared for it when she did. I dashed into the bedroom, grabbed my cell phone, dialed the number I knew by heart, and started pulling strings....

Dianna followed me into the bedroom a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around her lush physique. She embraced me and kissed me warmly. Then, she gazed into my eyes with a twinkle in hers.