The Switch by sandstorm3636
Explore passion and fantasy in 'The Switch' by sandstorm3636, an erotic sex story that delves into the thrill of desire and transformation. Dive into a world of seduction and electrifying encounters that will leave you breathless. Perfect for those craving steamy romance and adventurous escapades.<br/>
Marcus is trying to get laid by treating his girlfriend to a fancy dinner, but she is just there for the food.
Marcus was sitting in the corner of the restaurant he agreed to meet his girlfriend Katrina at. He had been eagerly waiting for her at first but after a while with no sign of her, he switched to being glued to his phone.
He was trading messages with a woman named Rita who was asking him to switch weekends with him. “Who’s Rita?” Katrina suddenly appeared behind him, peering over his shoulder. “Why do you have to switch shifts with her?”
“When did you get here?” Marcus was startled. He had not heard her approaching at all.
“Normally you stand to greet me,” she continued to scold him. He stood up and went to hug her but she just sat down, ignoring him. He frowned as he sat back down. He had been dating Katrina for six months now and he was starting to notice her affection for him waning. It was not surprising as he was forty and she was thirty. They both needed to know if things were going to work out between them before they wasted too much time.
“Can I order anything I want?” Katrina pulled her signature move of trying to make him buy her something expensive.
Marcus would normally argue but he felt bad for having ignored her arrival. “Today it’s my treat,” he assured her.
“What’s got you so sweet? Are you about to dump me for Rita?” she teased him.
“I wouldn’t get back with Rita for a million dollars,” he scoffed.
Katrina’s eyes widened. “You went out with your coworker before?” she was obviously upset.
“Rita’s not my coworker, she’s… it’s not important right now,” Marcus changed the subject.
“Well, that’s not a red flag,” Katrina grumbled.
“I said you could order anything, didn’t I? Let’s get extra to go. I have something I want to discuss with you tonight.”
“So it’s a given that I’m coming back to your place afterward?” She crossed her arms.
“This is our date night. What do we meet for if not to get laid?” he was annoyed with her trying to act like a classy high schooler on a first date.
Katrina did not respond to him and instead signaled the waiter to come take her order. Marcus sighed contently and waited. He was fine with everything she ordered until she got to the expensive champagne. “Are we celebrating something?” he asked.
“I just need to be drunk for tonight,” she admitted.
“Then wouldn’t cheap martinis be just as effective?” Marcus argued.
“Geez, if you are gonna get a girl drunk and nail her, at least don’t be a cheapskate about it.”
“Do you need to be drunk to sleep with me or just need to be thoroughly pampered?” he was still annoyed.
“I’ve already ordered and you know I can’t afford that bottle. Either you call the waiter back and embarrass yourself or just let me have what I want. I promise I’ll make it worth your while later.”
Marcus rolled his eyes but stopped arguing. It was not that he could not afford it, but he did not want to get into the habit of spending this much on Katrina when he was not even sure how long they would stay together. Luckily he had just gained an ample opportunity to test her.
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After their meal, the two of them went back to Marcus’s place as promised. He was looking forward to whatever she had planned to make his money worth his while.
The drive home started out quite enjoyable. Katrina was giddy from the champagne and was laughing a lot. She kept reaching over and touching his leg. He had to shake her off to keep his concentration on the road.
By the time they reached his house though, she had fallen asleep. He had to shake her awake once they were parked in his driveway. “Where am I? Why does my head hurt?” she groaned as he helped her out of the car.
“You’re at my place,” he explained.
“Can’t you take me home?” she complained in a slurred voice.
“But the night’s only just getting started,” he argued.
“Does it look like I can keep going?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much,” he grumbled.
“Maybe you should have drank a little more,” she countered.
“Who would have driven us home then?”
“We could’ve taken an uber.”
“And then we’d both have fallen asleep and he could have waited and ran up the bill,” Marcus surmised.
“That’s such an old man thing to worry about,” she laughed. “Never mind about taking me home. I’ll just sleep in your bed.”
“Where am I gonna sleep?”
“You said the night wasn’t over for you, yet? Just stay up by yourself. If I sober up before morning, we can have some fun.”
“You’re definitely sticking around until morning?” he confirmed.
“Unless the place catches fire,” she retorted. He sighed but finally acquiesced. He went to the living room and sat on the couch while Katrina went upstairs.
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After 3 hours of television Marcus was too tired to stay up any longer. He returned to his room and found Katrina snoring loudly. Once upon a time he would have found it cute but today he was still annoyed with her. He laid down next to her and fell asleep almost instantly.
Neither one of them woke until the birds were chirping outside. Marcus sat up and finally got a good look at his girlfriend. As she had no sleepwear here she had just gone through the trouble of removing her pants and bra. Giggling he slid his hand in-between her legs and caressed her inner thigh. “Stop it,” she groaned while rolling over.
“Don’t tell me you’re still not sober,” he complained.
“I’m hung over now,” she answered while pulling his pillow over her head.
“Come on, you stayed over all night and we didn’t even do anything. How about a blow job at least.”
“If you can get me in the mood, I’ll think about it,” she offered him a deal.
He moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed both her ankles, pulling her legs apart. She snickered but kept her eyes closed. He positioned himself between her legs and began to prod the crotch of her panties while continuing to run his fingers along her thighs. She flinched a little and then grumbled. It seemed he was succeeding.
She covered her face with her forearms when she could no longer pretend to be asleep. She kept flinching every time he poked her crotch. When he pulled her panties down and exposed her moist pink cunt to the morning air, she gasped. He licked his fingers tips and then ran them along her slit. She tried to roll over but he was between her legs so she could not.
Her mouth fell open and she began to make slight moaning sounds. He worked his fingers into her cunt and began to pull and stretch it. He also tickled the sides and tried to rub the back of her pelvis. She bit her lips in an attempt to keep from making more noise. She even picked up his pillow and pressed it to her face and let out a muffled scream.