by Rain, Renee
He pulled me closer to him. With his left hand he lifted up my chin and began kissing and biting the side of my neck. “Are you scared of people watching?” he whispered in my ear as he ran his tongue across it. I refused to open my eyes to see if anyone was looking. “Um, yea” was my reply. He sat me up on the bar stool and stood between my legs. I looked down to see a huge bulge in his pants. I already knew what was behind the zipper, and I wanted all of it. “I really want to take you home,” he shook his head as he looked around to see where Rachell was at. He didn’t see her, but I did. As he guided me to follow him to one of the rooms, Rachell – who was sitting on another man’s lap on one of the sofas, smiled and winked as if to be giving me the ‘go ahead’. I tilted my head just slightly and quickly focused my attention straight ahead.
The only empty room was ‘Your Fantasy’. Everything was plain cream including the blank clock on the wall that only had the dials. He closed the door behind us and pulled the blinds on the window. He pointed out the panic button that was located in every room in the event that any sexcapades went wrong. “You won’t need that button tonight,” he unzipped my dress and began to tug at my panties. I got on the bed and before I could get my feet up, he was pulling my panties off. My arousal was evident with my moisture and the stiffness of my nipples. He ran his finger up and down my clit. He had a smile on his face like he was about to have Thanksgiving Dinner. As he pulled his dick out, I began licking my lips. I wanted to suck it, but he was moving faster than I could act. He kneeled down between my legs and spread them wide. I knew what he was going to do and the warmth of his breath let me know it would be good. I felt his wet tongue against my clit. As he licked back and forth, I could feel it getting firmer. He ran his finger across the entrance to my vagina, but did not put it in. Sucking my clit with gentle, yet deliberate suction caused me to take a deep breath and swallow. I wanted something in me and expressed this by rocking my hips back and forth. He kissed up my pubic line, to my belly button before leaning up and telling me “you don’t know how bad I want you.” I just nodded my head as he leaned in to kiss me. I felt his hand caressing my breast, and then his tongue decided to taste my nipple. He placed his hand between my thighs again and I scooted closer to allow him clear access to my entrance. He slid a finger into my pussy and whispered of how wet it was. His finger was wide and I enjoyed the feeling of it being slid in and out of me. I let out some soft sighs letting him know that his actions were pleasing. Although he only had one finger inside, his whole hand became wet as I got closer to climax. “Um hum. That’s what I need,” he moaned as he began moving his finger in and out at a faster rate. I could feel my walls tightening up around his finger. He looked like he was concentrating. Maybe he was trying to resist the urge to penetrate me with his dick. With his opposite thumb, he began to rhythmically stroke my clitoris. He told me “you need to cum for me.” He continued stroking back and forth and my body began to tense up. My toes were digging into the bedding. I could feel the base of the clubs music throughout my body and it seemed to be intensified with the strokes from his finger. As I focused on the rhythm, I realized I could not hold back. I began to quiver and rock back and forth. As I ejaculated, I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming.
As he pulled his hand away, I told him that I need all of him in me. He placed a condom on and got ready to honor my request. He turned me onto my stomach, pulled me to the edge of the bed, spread my legs and slowly inserted the head of his penis into me. Although I was still very wet, my walls were tighter than they were in the moments prior. As he advanced more of himself, I started moving up the bed and away from him. I wanted it, but was not able to take it all in. He pulled out and brought me up on my knees so that I was leaning with my back in his chest. With his left arm around my waist, he kissed the back of my neck and reminded me of how much he wanted to fuck. I felt him rubbing his stiff dick between my thighs. “I want us to stay cool,” he moaned and softly bit my ear lobe before he continued, “but right now; I need to fuck you like I just paid for it.” He began to play with my clit with his right hand while holding me firmly by the waist with his left arm. My breathing turned into panting.
Concentrating on the pleasure I was feeling- I found added pleasure in him saying that he wanted to fuck me like a whore. As he continued to play with me, he told me “don’t come yet, I need you to hold out a little longer”. As I moaned, he could tell that I was almost there. He ran his finger into my hole and felt an immediate clenching around his finger. When he pulled it out, he squeezed his dick and firmly stroked it. I knew he was ready. He took my panties, balled them up, put them in my mouth and tied the neck tie he had on around my head to hold them in place. He could feel my heart beating and told me that this was just to keep me from being too loud. “I’ll stop if you want, just swing your hand back at me and I promise I’ll stop.” He kissed my ear and directed me to a hand-knee position. Feeling him enter me gave me a sense of both pleasure and terror. We fucked many times, but just because he told me the manner in which we was going to perform this time- it made me nervous. His long slow strokes allowed me to feel every inch of him. I pulled away once as he attempted to push himself further in. He pulled me back by the waist causing me to be even closer than I started off. He reminded me that I wanted all of it and he was going to give me every inch. His strokes became faster as he held my hips with both hands. My moans were muffled by the improvised gag. Tears dropped from my eyes, but I refused to signal for him to stop. With my walls full of his meat, I felt his thumb entering my anus. He had never done this before and my immediate reflex was to tense up, but I quickly relaxed.
He only left his thumb in for a moment, but it was long enough for me to start imagining that I was having a train ran on me by a group of unknown men. My walls got wetter as I thought about the twisted things that might be said to me by them. Henry was completely in and told me over and over how good it felt to him. I could feel sweat dripping off of him and onto my body. He started to mumble something but suddenly stopped as his rhythm became more forceful and faster. A surge of fluid flowed from me and my body became tense and started shaking. He continued pumping as I let out a sound that was more of a high pitched squeal that was muffled by my panties. I grabbed the sheets and tried not to signal for him to stop. He had never fucked me this hard and I had to look back to make sure it was the same Henry. It was him. He looked like he was in a trance and didn’t seem to notice me looking back at him. Soon he delivered a series of slow, long strokes; then he pulled my hips close and moved in a circular motion without pulling out. I wanted him to stop, but hearing his pleasured moan wouldn’t allow me to wave my hand. Even though this was not my man, I wanted him to be pleased by my body. A few hard strokes later, he let out an exaggerated “Oh shit”, pulled me close and held his position. I realized his dick was not as hard as it had been. He began pumping back and forth again, but it was not intense. I felt extra moisture and wetness running down my thighs and realized he must have cum inside of me.
Panicked, I pulled the gag off and told him to stop. He backed up and I quickly turned around and sat on the bed to face him. I looked at his penis with remnants of a condom wrapped around the base. “You came in me,” I looked at him as if to ask “Why?” My lust shifted to anger as I asked him why he didn’t just pause and put on another condom. “You don’t just keep fucking. We don’t even know each other like that.” He looked at me like he was confused. He pulled the broken condom off as he interrupted my ranting, “Sabrina, this is not the first time we’ve fucked. And if I recall correctly, we fucked raw the first couple of times. Shit, I didn’t even know your last name until the second time I fucked you.” I started looking for my things as he continued talking. “I own the club, but I’m not fucking everything that walks through the door. I told you, we keep our circle tight.” Henry backed up and looked at me as if he were examining something. “You’re not just screwing Rome are you?” I looked at him and told him that I wasn’t having se
x with Rome or anyone else. I explained my concerns after seeing how Rachell behaves with others at the club. “You say the circle is kept tight, but how do you know that she is keeping her part tight?” I asked with a sarcastic tone.
He shook his head as he sat on the bed next to me and asked me if I was wearing Coco by Chanel. I nodded my head telling him he was correct. He leaned over to me, kissed my neck and started taking in my scent as he told me that Rachell’s sexcapades are of no concern. “Rachell and I are married. I love her. We have two beautiful children. But a while ago, my wife decided to share with me that she was not sexually attracted to me and that she wanted to open our relationship.” He told me that Rachell had brought home other females to join them in bed and that she would often watch him and the other woman until he was satisfied. “At first I thought ‘man how great is this’, but it quickly sunk in that she really didn’t want me the way I wanted her. After the first few threesomes, I realized I was fucking other women, and she was fucking other women, but we weren’t fucking each other.”
He told me that they had had sex with each other twice within the last 18 months. “Our marriage is truly just a business arrangement, but I’m the only one investing,” he sighed. “Well, at least you can be honest in admitting that you still want her,” I waited for a reply, but he was silent. I asked him why he didn’t divorce if he wasn’t happy in the marriage. He told me that there was no prenuptial and he would lose too much money if he left. “We’re in this lifestyle, I can’t cry infidelity. So it’s cheaper to play along with her.” He went on, “She says she’s not attracted to me, but hell, I’m not exactly turned on by her lesbian tendencies. I married that woman because I love her. Shoot, as fast as she got pregnant with the first two, I just knew we’d have a house full of kids by now. But no, she gives me two babies- that I love dearly- and she goes and gets her tubes tied. Then she all but tells me that she doesn’t want to make love to me anymore”. I sat speechless. On one hand, I felt like he and Rachell needed to talk about their issues and I should leave him alone. On the other hand, I felt like I was fucking the man of my dreams and wanted Rachell to disappear. I sat on his lap and kissed him. We looked in each other’s eyes for a moment, but it felt like forever. I never thought I would run into a man who truly just wanted to be loved by the person they loved. “You know,” he paused as he motioned for me to get up. “I’m wrong for coming at you with my issues,” he grabbed his clothes and started putting on his pants. As I stood in silence, he continued talking. “I guess I’m really tired of just fucking and I want a true relationship with intimacy and friendship. And my feelings for you just….” He laughed as he recalled telling me that feelings can’t get involved in this lifestyle. Yes, he admitted that his feelings were involved with me. “I know. Let’s not talk about it now,” I tapped his nose with my index finger and smiled.
I put my dress on and sat back on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. “So, is this her scent?” I asked referring to his comment about my perfume. He told me that he had a lady at the beauty counter help him find a perfume for her when they first married. “I love that scent, always did. But she would never wear it. Hell, I think she threw the bottle away. But anyways…,” he grabbed his shoes without finishing his comment. I shook my head. “Look, we both have issues within our relationships. Shoot, we both have issues within ourselves. Maybe it will be best if I stay away and work on myself and allow you and Rachell to deal with your issues, go on with your issues or whatever you decide to do.” He told me that he was not trying to chase me away. I told him that he wasn’t chasing me away. “I am very attracted to you. Physically, sexually and...” I paused, “I think in more than just a lustful way. The problem is, you are married, and I know my heart. I know that Rome is not the man that I will spend the rest of my life with, but you can’t be.”
When I mentioned Rome, he must have been reminded that I am a woman that a close friend of his is seeing. “Yea, I forgot about Rome,” he shook his head. It was almost 4am and I needed to get home, take a shower and get some sleep. We both stood from the bed. Henry told me that he knew that the circumstances weren’t perfect. “I need to keep seeing you,” he stated sincerely. I looked up at him and felt a little heartbroken. I told him that I do care about him, but that our situation had already gone further than it should have. He caressed my face and leaned over and kissed me. He kissed me behind the ear, then the cheek, and then the lips. He placed his hand on the side of my face, I couldn’t resist as his tongue grazed my bottom lip. The way it felt swirling in my mouth made me want to suck on it. After studying my face for a moment, he led me to the door without saying a word. I walked out of the room labeled “Your Fantasy” without looking back. I knew I had messed up and wished that I had never entertained Rome with the idea of swapping. I had tunnel vision as I headed straight for the door with the exit sign above it. Per protocol, one of the security guards walked me to my car and waited until I drove off. I turned on the radio and shook my head as I realized my favorite sex song was next in rotation in my CD player. It gave me an instant flash back of the time that just ended. I made my way home safely, showered and went to bed thinking about Henry.
~Schism~
I stayed in bed all morning. I sent Rome a text message when I first woke up but hadn’t heard anything. At 2:00pm, I decided to call and to my surprise, he answered. “Have you been okay?” I stated in a certainly concerned tone, “I’ve been calling and texting and haven’t heard a thing. I was starting to get worried about you”. He paused and began to tell me that he was just taking some time to think. He stopped his intended sentence and asked if he could come over to which I agreed. Soon after, Tamera sent me a text to give me her daily ‘the streets be talking’ update.
“Word around my part of town is Rome and April went to the mountains together,” was what the text read. It was followed by, “When was the last time you saw him?” I didn’t reply to either message. I was only slightly moved by this news because I figured something was going on for him to not respond for so long. I got out of bed, made some coffee and brushed my teeth. I had just poured a cup of coffee and put on my robe when Rome rang from the main entrance. I buzzed him in and waited. When he knocked at the door, my heart began to race. I opened the door to find him standing on the other side clean shaved and smelling good. Even though I was mad at him, I couldn’t help but to smile as I welcomed him to come in. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” I asked as I led him to the breakfast area. He declined the offer telling me that he had his limit for the day.
As we sat next to each other at the table, he asked how I had been. “Wondering if you cared,” I replied. He looked with an expression of pity. He knew he had been ignoring my calls and texts and had no real explanation for why he hadn’t been in touch. He pulled his chair close to me and placed his hands on my lap. “I know I’ve been missing in action. I just needed to stop and look at some things,” he took a deep breath and looked towards the balcony doors. “So what did you come up with?” I asked in a flat tone as I stirred my coffee. I felt like I should be preparing for the worst, but the worst thing he could say was that he wanted to end the relationship, and I actually would have embraced a break up. I cared about him, but I felt like he already ended the relationship when he failed to communicate with me for days at a time. “Look babe, I’ve had my share of women,” came out of his mouth in a nervous tone, “and I liked the way my life had been.” I waited for the word ‘but’ to come out and he didn’t fail as he continued talking. “But I’m feeling a little different about you,” he sat back in the chair as if he were searching for words. He went on to explain that since the last party, he’s been having reservations about the lifestyle. “I care about you a lot more than I realized and I would rather be with you in a monogamous relationship than to have ill feelings about someone else screwing you.” “I know you were at Henry’s club last night.” He stated as if to scold me. With a slightly smirked expression, I tilted my head and replied
with one word, “True”.
He decided to remind me that Henry was a long time friend and that sex with women other than his wife was just part of the lifestyle. I began to feel anger building inside. I understood from the first night that the sex was just sex and was irritated by him acting as if I wasn’t aware. “So is it a case of you introduced me to something that you figured I would run from and I didn’t run?” I tilted my head. “Is that it Rome? You figured I’d be like your last girlfriend, nut up and run. Or is it that I went to your boys club last night without you? All of a sudden you want to be monogamous and just a week ago, you wanted a super freak.” I stared at every inch of him. In a questioning tone I stated, “It’s a control thing isn’t it? You don’t want to be monogamous; you just want to swing when it’s in your favor.” I laughed as he shook his head ‘no’.
He put his hands over his head and leaned forward looking to the floor. “You showed me that you would do what you thought would make me happy and I love that you care enough about me to set aside your ways and roll with mine.” At that point, I was a little offended. “You took a quiet and shy me, exposed me to something I had only heard rumors of- just to see if I would do it? I took a sip, and now I want to keep drinking and you want me to stop?” “ You see Rome,” I took a deep breath and went on, “you don’t put a match to pre-soaked coals and expect to put the fire out whenever you want.” I realized I was over our relationship and really just wanted to be done with him. I stood up and walked towards the door. Knowing just what I wanted him to do, he followed me.
He looked at me and stated in an almost caring tone, “You just be careful out there. Keep getting tested just in case a rubber breaks. Don’t get your feelings in it, it will only break your heart at the end.” He shook his head as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. I rolled my eyes up as I asked why he was shaking his head. “I’m just tripping. Maybe I am being selfish. But I feel like I love you.” I asked him how he could say that he loved me. He never told me that. I thought to myself how all of a sudden when I’m falling for Henry- Rome wants to tell me that he loves me. I laughed at him just a little. He looked at me like he was confused. I told him to practice what he preached as I unlocked the door. I didn’t tell him that I got a text just before he came from Tamera informing me that he was out of town with his ex-girlfriend April. I was no better for my involvement with Henry, but Rome put me in that situation as far as I was concerned.