Promise
Copyright© 2017 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 17: Turning Point
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Turning Point - A promise is a promise. To her, to yourself, to those who depend on you. Love is the solution and the problem, we all learn that one way or another. The diplomatic life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes it's better. Especially in a country with ancient albeit unusual traditions and good food. NOTES: Please check the codes before you read. There is MM, oral, here and there (marked at beginning of relevant chapters). There are 25+ chapters, and will post in about six segments.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Ma/Ma Mult
MME BERTHA’S SMILE when I returned to the capital was a knowing one, and I was pretty sure if she didn’t have all the details yet she’d soon get a full briefing from Sofía. A very slight stiffness in her walk for a couple of days seemed to be the only lasting physical result of our weekend. If Mme Bertha had any doubts, Sofía’s Cheshire cat grin answered the question her aunt had not asked aloud.
Without saying anything Mme Bertha somehow communicated that she would not interrupt or complain should Sofía and I seek private time. How does one conduct an employee-employer relationship if one is sleeping with the employee? The answer is simple: it can’t be done. I considered firing Sofía with a severance that would see her through the remaining time she was scheduled to help Mme Bertha. She persuaded me that she wouldn’t accept it, that she could keep her personal feelings for me separate from her responsibilities in the household, and that she’d refuse the severance and walk out if I attempted to change her employment.
I wasn’t sure how serious she was but I knew her well enough by now to be worried. I thought I heard a rumble from the gods when I was considering that idea, in fact, and I listened.
“Sofía, does Javier ever visit here?”
She stretched, her smooth brown skin reflecting the late afternoon light as we lay together in my bed.
“Sometimes, why?”
“Don’t you ever miss him?”
Her brows furrowed and I thought I saw a flash of sadness. Then she smiled.
“Yes, I do.” She kissed me. “He likes the village, he says, and I believe him.”
“Don’t you think the gods would be pleased to see the two of you together again?”
“Yes.” She fed me a breast and I happily gave her nipple a suck. “But they are pleased with us as well.”
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