JULIA
When we got back to his apartment, Tyrone grabbed my ass. “Man, Julia, I’ve been dying to feel your fabulous cheeks all night.” He rubbed me on the outside of my dress and then hiked it up a little so he was touching my bare skin.
I pulled him in so we could kiss.
He picked me up; I loved how strong and powerful Ty was. He sat me down on an L-shaped couch in his living room so that my legs were off the side of the L.
“Lie down here, beautiful. I need to taste you.”
I did as he said, and Ty started kissing up my inner thigh. He moved fast, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.
“Sorry, I just can’t wait tonight.” He dove in, licking and kissing and teasing and touching. I was so horny it didn’t take long before I could feel myself hitting that plateau of pleasure. He spread me a little wider and really started sucking strong on my clit. Those full lips of his were at full throttle. I began to quiver and before I knew it, I was squirting everywhere.
“Come over here, love.” Tyrone lay on his back, waiting for me to mount him. I was soaking, dripping wet from the pleasure he’d given me with his tongue and his fingers.
“Get on me: reverse cowgirl,” he demanded. “I want to see your fine ass jiggling while your ride me like a horse.”
I scooted my ass back so I was on the head of his cock, but didn’t let him go all the way in yet. I teased his shaft with my creaminess, moving my hips around slowly.
“Mmm . . . Julia, come on. I need to feel all of you. Move that thing down, nice and slow.”
My hips did all the work, dancing around so that he entered me very slowly and I could feel every inch of him.
“Oh God, Ty, you are so big this way.” His size was almost too much, but the angle was amazing. Every time I moved up and down, his cock teased and tantalized my clit.
Ty was moaning with pleasure. “Jesus Christ, Julia. You feel amazing! Jiggle that bonbon. Ride me, cowgirl.”
He alternated between massaging my breasts and caressing my ass cheeks while his cock pounded into me.
“Mmm, Tyrone, you feel so good. I don’t want to stop.”
“Don’t stop, Julia. Keep riding me. This feels too incredible to stop.”
I rode him, up and down, swiveling my hips on his thickness. My pussy pulsated with every move, and his words sent me over the edge.
“Julia, you are so hot. I want to be covered in your juices.”
“Oh my God, Oh my God, fuck me, Ty!” I screamed while I unleashed all over him.
“Goddamn, that was hot! I’m close, Julia. Don’t stop, baby!”
I leaned forward a bit and moved my hips a little more aggressively.
“That’s it, Julia. Oh, yeah, fuck me.” I rode him until his moans turned to grunts and I felt the last thrust of his orgasm.
We fell asleep for a few hours. I woke up around two o’clock to use the bathroom, and when I came out, Tyrone was making us another drink.
“Hey, sweet cheeks. How was your nap?”
“Good, Ty. You really exhausted me,” I joked.
“Come here.” He grabbed me by the hair lightly and kissed me softly on the lips. He picked me up and carried me back to the bed.
“I need you again, Julia.” He lay on the bed with his legs straddled, and I knew what he was craving.
I kissed his neck, then his pecs and his navel. I made a path of gentle kisses down to his belly button and then traced it back up to his full lips. Those incredible lips made me quiver in ecstasy. I nibbled on his lower lip for a while before I made my way back down to his throbbing muscle.
At first, I just focused on the tip, circling it with my tongue, very softly, very gently. Then I took a tiny bit more of him in my mouth, still just the head, though. Up, down, up, down, his head was pulsating in my mouth, begging me to put more and more of it in my mouth.
“C’mon, you’re killing me. Take more of it, please.” Tyrone was half moaning and half begging.
Who was I to refuse such an incredible man begging for a real blow job? Slowly I licked all the way down his shaft. He was massive and thick; it was so fantastic I didn’t want to stop.
He tugged at my hair to stop. “Julia, you feel too good. I need to be inside you.”
“Okay, baby,” I whispered. My lips made their way up to his.
His muscular hands caressed my butt and my thighs. Wandering fingers found my hot spot, and I slowly lowered myself until our bodies were touching, but I didn’t allow him to enter me just yet. I rubbed my heaving breasts against his pecs. My nipples were hard, aching to be touched and kissed. His fingers found their way to my erect nipples and teased them ever so gently.
His hips moved up, looking to join with mine; he slid into me seamlessly.
“Oh, God, Ty, you feel so amazing.”
“Julia, you are so wet. Jesus Christ, you feel incredible.” Tyrone moved his hips up and down slowly like we were rocking in place. He pulled me closer and took a strong whiff of my hair and my neck. I could feel his muscle getting harder, stronger. He pulled me as tight as he could and wrapped his strong arms around my back. There was not an inch between us.
“I need to feel all of you. I need you to feel all of me.”
And I did; I felt every inch of his hugeness.
I sat up a little; his cock was teasing my G-Spot, his hands caressing my breasts. Tyrone was looking me in the eye, right at me, and he saw me. And I saw him. Our eyes locked in mutual adoration. Was I falling for this guy? Was he falling for me? Either way, we were as present as two people could possibly be, and the rest of the world fell away.
All I felt was the pure pleasure of smells and sounds and tastes and touch. In the distance, I could hear “Give It All You Got Tonight” by George Strait. And that is exactly what I was doing. I couldn’t hear the words of the song or even describe exactly how Ty tasted or smelled. But in that moment, my senses were on overload; it was like I was high. One moment, everything seemed crystal clear, and the next, it was like I was in a haze, watching this incredible sex scene on TV. I was taken to a place I had never been before.
Nothing and nobody had ever made me feel like I did with Tyrone. Within minutes of him entering me, I screamed in ecstasy. But Ty didn’t stop there. He touched me again, light as a feather, and I came again. Then he flipped me over on my stomach, propped up my ass, and feasted on my swollen pussy until I came yet again. We lost count that night. In between orgasms and wine, we had a few mini naps, but we were insatiable. We were intoxicated with fucking, with each other, and neither one of us wanted it to end.
Early Sunday morning, I woke up and got on the road. I had promised my sister I’d be there to pick Arielle up by midmorning. My weekend had been incredible, the best time I had in years. I had dreamt of meeting Tyrone; I couldn’t believe I had actually spent the weekend with him. He was as charming and good looking as I could have imagined. He was everything I thought he’d be and more. No chat or text or phone call could have prepared me for what I experienced.
Tyrone kept his promise and brought me more pleasure than I ever thought humanly possible. I came on the kitchen counter, on the bathroom floor, in the shower, in the hot tub. I gave him head in the pool, in a closet, and in the car. He fucked me standing up, sitting down, upside down, and cowgirl style. We lost count of how many times we came.
Our weekend made Fifty Shades of Grey look like a Disney movie.
I was in love.
MARIA
Enrique and I were three months into our affair, and I had never been happier. We met at least once a week and sometimes more. The sex was unbelievable, and the love and care he showed me kept me high enough to tolerate the times I couldn’t be with him. I was daydreaming about the upcoming weekend and even contemplating whether I should tell him I was thinking about leaving Zack when the phone rang.
“Hey, baby. I was just thinking about you,” I said to Enrique.
“Listen, Maria. I’m
in big trouble.”
“Uh oh. What’s wrong?”
“While I was at work today, Claire decided to poke around on my computer. I’d forgotten to log out of Facebook.”
My heart sank into my stomach. This was the moment we’d both been dreading. I felt like I was going to pass out or vomit. I couldn’t speak.
“Maria, are you there?”
“I’m here, baby. I’m so sorry. So now what?”
“We have to stop. Luckily she didn’t read anything too explicit, but she knows we’ve been in touch a lot, and she is very suspicious. She asked me a lot of questions about you. Then she mentioned how much more I’ve been traveling and how distant I’ve been. She basically told me that if I don’t stop being ‘friends’ with you, she would take the kids and leave me.”
My voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh my God, if she saw all our chats…”
“Exactly. Luckily, I delete most of the stuff as I go, but there is enough damaging evidence that it would ruin me.”
“Wow, I can’t believe she went through your Facebook.”
“I know. At first I was so pissed off at her. But I’d probably have done the same if the situation was reversed.” I heard Enrique take a deep breath. His voice got lower and sad. “I’m so sorry, Maria. I am going to miss you so much.”
“So I can’t even text you once in a while? No contact at all?”
“No contact. She was serious, darling. Trust me, if I could walk away from the marriage without the risk of hurting my kids, I would. But they are so little, and I barely see them as it is. I have to try and make my marriage work, if for no other reason than my kids. Please say you understand.”
It took everything I had to fight back the tears. “I do, darling. It doesn’t mean that I’m not deeply sad, but I do understand.”
“Thank you, Maria. You mean the world to me. I hate that we have to end like this.”
“Me too.” Tears were streaming down my face.
I could hear the tears in his voice as well. “I love you, baby. I really do.”
“I love you too.” I hung up the phone before he could say anything more. I couldn’t bear to hear him say goodbye.
Sorrow was coursing through me; my body was racked with sobs. Part of me was stunned, but part of me had known this was coming. Affairs can’t last forever; they never do. I knew going in that it would have to end at some point, likely with tears. I had tried to prepare myself for this, but no rationalization could prepare for how it felt to lose Enrique again. I sobbed at my desk, not caring who might have heard me.
For a long time, I thought I idealized him because he had been my first love, the first person I had sex with, and the first to break my heart. He had set the bar so high; every man I dated after him seemed to fall short. But I kept telling myself it was because we were young and innocent. Neither one of us had been jaded by life when we were in love the first time. We could give one hundred percent of our hearts and souls to each other, and we did. At no other time in my life could I say that I was willing or able to give so much of myself. Not even to Zack, maybe especially not to Zack.
Throughout my adult life, I’d pretended every man I was ever with was Enrique. It was the only way I could give of myself like that again. I wanted everyone to be him, and then finally, after pretending for so long, it really was. Being with Enrique again was truly a dream come true.
To lose him again was my worst nightmare.
After my mom died, I would have this recurring dream that she would come back. She was still sick, and it was like she didn’t know she was supposed to be dead. My sister and brother and I would look at each other not knowing what to say or do. How could she be here? Could we actually touch her and hug her? Didn’t she know she was supposed to be dead?
I was confused in my dream, and I couldn’t tell if she was alive or if she had actually died only weeks after Paquito was born. The dreams should have been wonderful, but instead they were fraught with sadness.
Each time I woke up from that dream, I was sobbing because I’d have to face the truth and acknowledge that she was really gone for good. There was no miracle of her still being on this earth. To have to face her loss over and over again, it hurt so much every time.
And now it felt like that with Enrique. Our affair was like my dream. It was too good to be true, and now I’m awake, sobered by the reality of my life. I hoped my broken heart from Enrique would heal faster than my broken heart from losing my mom.
LIZ
I had a confession to make. When Maria first told me about Enrique, I told her I wasn’t judging her, but I was. I tried not to, but there was a part of me that thought all cheaters were bad.
That was before I knew anyone who had been unfaithful or how those affairs could happen. After learning about Julia and Maria and Gabby, I started to see that infidelity wasn’t all black and white. I don’t think anything is anymore. My stance had been altered for good.
On Monday at work, I was anxious to talk to Gabby to see how her night went with Todd, so when I saw her go into the bathroom, I quickly followed her.
“Gabby, how did it go with Todd?” I tried not to seem too excited about what I imagined happened that night.
Gabby looked happier than I had ever seen her. She smiled and said, “Ah-MAZING. He’s hung like a horse and fucks like a fucking porn star. Do you want to know more?”
I did, but I didn’t. Of course, part of me was dying to hear all the juicy details. But I really didn’t want Gabby to think I was condoning her affair, so I played the older and wiser friend. “Wow. Well, I’m glad you had fun, Gabby, but I’m worried about you. Todd is kind of a loose cannon. Are you sure you want to be messing around, especially with someone like that?”
“Liz, what do you mean by someone ‘like that’? Someone rugged and dangerous? Yeah, actually, I do. He treats me like a whore, and I love it. He is exactly the kind of guy that makes me wanna cum over and over again.”
I stood there speechless.
“Forget it. You wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain it. Sex is probably one big parade of happiness for you. You wouldn’t know anything about getting raped by your uncle or what it’s like to have fucked up feelings about sex.”
Gabby waited there for a brief moment, her eyes filled with anguish. I was so shocked by what she had said, I was paralyzed. I should have taken her hand and let her explain what she meant. Instead, I just stood there like a dumbass. I didn’t know what to say.
“Just forget it,” she mumbled angrily and stormed out of the bathroom.
I should have run after her. I should have been a better friend and let her unload what was clearly heavy on her heart. It wasn’t Gabby’s fault that I was feeling like an accomplice in Julia’s and Maria’s affairs. My wanting to distance myself from their infidelity was no excuse for my not being a better friend to Gabby. I wish so much I could go back to that moment in time. Maybe if I had been there for her, things would have turned out better for Gabby.
❧
There I was, desperately trying to separate myself from all the cheating, when Maria’s number popped up on my cell phone. I almost didn’t answer it, but I hadn’t talked to her in a few days, so I picked up.
“Hey, Maria. How are you?”
“Horrible.” Her voice was barely audible.
“What’s wrong?” I was worried because she did not sound like her recent chipper self.
“Enrique’s wife is suspicious, so we have to break up,” her voice cracked through the phone.
“Oh, Maria, I am so sorry. That totally sucks.”
“Yeah, she threatened to take the kids if he doesn’t cut off contact with me. He is petrified of losing them.”
“Wait, how did she become suspicious?”
“He accidentally left his Facebook page open, so she started poking around.”
“Oh, no! That could be very bad.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me! It sounds like he deleted the most damaging
evidence, but still there is enough that she started asking a lot of questions and forbids him to be friends with me.”
“Oh, Maria, sweetie, how are you holding up?”
It sounded like she was choking back her tears. “Not so good. I felt so happy with Enrique, and I’m not ready for us to end. I can’t believe I won’t be able to be in touch with him at all.”
“I can’t imagine. Well, you’ll get through it. Let me know if you want a shoulder to cry on or if you just want to go out one night and get wasted.”
“Thanks, Liz. I better run.”
“Okay, love you, Maria.”
“Love you too.”
My heart hurt for her. She had been so happy these past few months. I actually believed she and Enrique would end up together, and I think Maria secretly thought so too. They were just so natural together; I couldn’t believe they broke up. I hoped she would find a way to make peace with it and fast.
That night, I was in a funk when we sat down to eat dinner. Don, my intuitive son, picked up on my mood. “Hey, Mom, why don’t we do that thing when we go around the table and say something we are grateful for?”
I smiled at him. “Great idea, Don. You go first.”
“My family, my friends, and football.” We all laughed at his profound statement.
Isabella, in her typical sassy attitude, said, “I’m grateful for this lovely food and for weekends.”
I sighed, trying hard not to react to her sarcasm. We were having stir fry, and she had picked out every morsel of meat and ate only the broccoli.
Alexa was feeding herself sweet potatoes, rice, and peas and said, “Mama, more please.”
“So Alexa is saying she is grateful for the meal she has been given. I guess it’s my turn. I am grateful for my family, being able to share this meal, God, and our health.”
Braden went last. “My family, of course. Everything I need to make me happy is sitting right here.” Braden looked right at me; his eyes were saying something to me. Or maybe they were asking me something. Either way, at some point we needed to have a big talk, one I was not ready to have.
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