“Bend over,” he said.
I happily turned on my stomach and positioned myself doggy style on my hands and knees. My hair fell over my face and I held my hands together, knowing that he was about to tackle my asshole in a major way. He beat his dick against my butt cheeks, damn near turning them red. He rolled the tip of his mushroom head through my crack to tease me. My heart rate increased again. I was eager for him to fuck me, but he always insisted on teasing me until I couldn’t take no more. He massaged his hands over the mountains of my ass, and then spread my cheeks far apart. After wetting his lips, he lowered his head and touched the tip of my crack with his tongue. It traveled south until he reached my asshole. That’s where he went into action. His tongue fluttered against it, making my legs shake. I squeezed my butt cheeks to help calm the intense feeling, but it did me no good, especially when he inserted his fingers. One in my pussy, the other in my asshole. My mouth was wide open; I was almost speechless.
“Ahhhhh, ooohhh, ummmmm,” I moaned out loudly as my fingernails clawed the sheets. “My poo-say is on fire!”
“Yes, it is.” Jaylin wiped across his wet lips. “I feel the fire, and it’s definitely hot in that mutha.”
His fingers continued in action. I rocked back and forth, trying to keep up with his impressive rhythm. My pussy dripped. Cum ran down my legs and onto the sheets. I screamed as loudly as I could, and the only thing that silenced me was when Jaylin released his fingers and inserted his overly large package. Almost immediately, I clamped my mouth shut and whimpered. My pussy was stuffed to capacity. I could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out of my slippery hole. My folds sunk in with each hard thrust. The bed rocked faster and faster. The intense smell of sex became more prominent, and the room felt hotter than it was before. Jaylin reached for my hair and raked his fingers through it. As his pace increased, his grip in my hair got tighter. He grabbed and pulled—pulled so hard that my head was yanked back. I grunted. Grunted from the feel of his massive dick battering my insides. It felt so good, yet he was being so bad.
“I want this pussy morning, day and night,” he confessed. “Portia, I’ve got to have it.”
In the moment, I saw no problem with that whatsoever. As a matter of fact, he was welcomed to it. He could have me in a filthy alley with rats running around, if he wanted. Or in a church where we could both sing hallelujah. That’s how badly I craved for this man, and there was no secret that he craved for me too.
He released my hair, giving my neck some relief. My pussy, however, was still being fed as he held my perfect waistline. He squeezed his fingers into my flesh and guided me. My ass slapped against his thighs. I could barely keep up with him, and as sweat dripped from his body, onto mine, I rubbed it all over me. I reached back to touch his ass and could feel his ass muscles tighten with each thrust. His dick began to throb inside of me, and as it expanded, I forced back with a squeeze. He secured the grip on my hips. He halted his movements and released a flood of his semen. I didn’t want any of it to go to waste, so I moved forward and hurried to turn around. I covered his dick with my mouth, sucking it in to the back of my throat. The feeling was too intense for him, so he yanked my hair and pulled back.
“I can’t,” he said nearly out of breath. “Give me a minute . . . maybe two.”
I licked some more, but then backed away to let him regroup. That didn’t take long, and before we knew it, we took our sexual escapade to the couch where I was bent over it. With my legs straddled wide, he stood behind me. I was on the tips of my toes while his dick rested comfortably inside of me. Soft kisses were planted against my back, and he began to rub my body with oils that made my skin silky and smooth. As his hands roamed my curves, my eyes were shut tight. I was in deep thought about what was happening to me. Never, ever had my pussy been more pleased. He reached around to my slit and began to twist and turn my pearl. As it hardened from his touch, he plunged his dick inside of me. This time, his movements were slow. His thrusts were perfect. My juices sounded off in the room, and his moans grew louder.
“Baby, your pussy is a mind twister. I . . . I can’t get enough of it, I swear.”
Jaylin pulled out of my pussy and broke into my asshole. I flinched a bit from his abrupt change of plans, but it didn’t take long for me to relax. With my asshole now filled, he lifted my legs to his lap and held my waist. He balanced me on his thighs and rocked our bodies back and forth. I didn’t anticipate on coming this way, but as his fingers worked magic inside of my kitty, I was on the verge of another explosion.
“Jaaaaylinnnn! Fuck me harder . . . go hard, you sexy motherfucker, go hard!”
He switched up the pace and went harder. We rocked our bodies together so fast that the couch started to move and scratch the hardwood floor. All we could do was laugh. Laugh at how much fun we were having; at how much we enjoyed each other’s company. He had given me so much that I had to return the favor. So while he lay back on the couch, I straddled the top of him. His hands traced my curves, and before I could even insert his meat inside of me, his mouth sucked in my breast. I served him a hard nipple, and then inched down on his lengthy muscle that was waiting to break my slit apart again. This time, I paced myself. I took in six inches then seven. After seven I went for eight. I only had one inch left, so I took my time before I slammed all the way down, making his steel reach the depths of my deep tunnel. I put another arch in my back and rode him like I was a jockey. My breasts wobbled faster. My hips grinded harder. My mouth was dropped open, and his dick remained harder than a black diamond. I bounced up and down on him, and he pulled my cheeks apart, making his insertions much easier. For some reason or another, he felt as if my pussy had had enough, so his strokes resumed in my ass. I just couldn’t get enough of this man. No matter how long he stroked, I wanted more and more.
Feeling slightly defeated, I dropped forward and rested against his chest. He rubbed my ass then gave it a hard slap.
“I know you’re not tired,” he said full of energy. “Because now it’s time for us to go clean up.”
Clean up time was always the best. He reached for my hand and led me to the spacious shower. I turned on the waterfall faucet and we both stood naked underneath it. Jaylin gazed into my eyes and rubbed my hair back with his hands. The direction of his eyes shifted to my lips and we locked in an intense kiss that brought the temperature up a notch. Minutes later, the bathroom began to fill with steam. My hands massaged his body, vice versa. I could feel his dick poking at my midsection, but instead of straddling his waist again, he hit me with another suggestion.
“Grip your ankles and hold on tight.”
I honored his request and bent over in front of him. Soothing hot water beat down on my back and I waited patiently for my pussy to be filled again. He toyed with my insides by using the tip of his head to manipulate my hole. I refused to play the waiting game with him, so I threw my ass back and swallowed his muscle in one swoop. He laughed.
“Anxious, are we?”
I responded by spreading my legs wide and letting him sink further inside of me. We carried on like two dogs in heat. Water splashed everywhere, especially when our bodies slapped against each other’s. When all was said and almost done, we had moved our way into the kitchen. He pressed against my backside, as I faced the kitchen table.
“I need you,” he whispered while placing his lips close to my ear. “I need you for, at least, another hour or so. Tell me your husband isn’t coming home anytime soon. If he does, too damn bad.”
I agreed . . . too damn bad! Jaylin massaged my breasts together and turned my nipples. I squirmed from the touch of his hands then turned around to face him. We held a long stare, knowing that I was a married woman, and he was, well . . . just trying to keep his dick wet. But there was no shame, whatsoever. This was something that I needed, simply because my significant other had failed me. More than anything, it was a fuck thing for both of us, and we were perfectly fine with it. Still, my eyes watered. Why? Because we had been at this for hours.
I knew it was almost coming to an end.
“No emotions,” Jaylin said then kissed the corner of my eye where a tear was trying to escape. He didn’t want to see me upset, and the truth was, I didn’t want him to see me sad. I was elated when he spilled the words “bend over” again.
I poured my body over the glass-topped table, and Jaylin squatted. My hot box stared him right in the face, and he began to take light licks between my legs. Like always, the further he went inside, my legs started to buckle. I sprayed his lips with a small amount of my sweet juices, and as we hurried to the finish line, he kissed my forehead.
“Until next time,” he said, towering over my small frame.
“Yes, until next time. My husband should be home late tonight, but I suspect that he’ll be back on the road within another day or two. I’ll call you, so we can pick up where we left off.”
“No doubt,” he said then put on his clothes and left. I closed the door behind him and smiled at what I hoped the future would bring.
The next day, I lay in bed, resting rather well. All I could feel were the black, silk sheets sliding off my naked body. Just for a few seconds, I smiled, thinking that Jaylin was in my bedroom. But as I cracked my eyes open and smelled Chris’ cologne, I knew it was him. I continued to lie on my stomach, without saying one word. Chris crawled on the bed and lay on top of me. I could feel his warm body that was definitely fit, but not as fit as Jaylin’s. His package wasn’t as big as Jaylin’s either, but since he was my husband, I allowed him to have his way with me. He leaned into my ear, licking around it and nibbling at my lobes.
“Welcome home to me, huh?” he said, referring to my naked body. I guess he figured I was in bed waiting for him to bring me pleasure. He couldn’t have been more wrong. But since I didn’t feel like arguing with him, I lied.
“Yes,” I said with a forced smile. “Welcome home.”
I wanted to push Chris off me, especially since I wasn’t so sure about what had him hyped. Why was he willing to do this with me, when he hadn’t touched me in months? Without complaining, I allowed him to ease in between my legs. He wrapped my long legs around his back, and without delivering any foreplay, he slipped his dick inside of me. I felt every bit of his seven inches, but I’d be lying if I said he hadn’t fallen a bit short. He grinded inside of me, and I was kind of surprised that there were a little more juices inside of me to stir.
“This pussy is so fucking wet and juicy,” he said while taking deep breaths. “I love it, sweetheart, I swear I love you.”
I hated to lie, but since he was, why not? “I love you too, but to be honest, Chris, you know we have some problems, don’t you?”
“I know, but I don’t want to talk about them right now. For now, keep quiet and . . . and do me one huge favor.”
I was almost afraid to ask. “What’s that?”
“Turn that sweet ass around and let me hit it from the back.”
Jaylin liked to see my ass in action too, but Chris loved it. I didn’t mind turning around, because I worked out extremely hard to keep my body toned and near flawless. I also didn’t want to see Chris’ hideous expressions. He made some very weird faces when we fucked and those faces weren’t always appealing.
I moved into position and had sex with my husband for a measly ten minutes. He rolled over in bed, barely able to catch his breath. For him to be a man in great shape, I was surprised that he could never last more than fifteen minutes. This was the main reason why I felt so deprived, and it was why I sought other alternatives. Alternatives that always kept me knocking at Jaylin’s door, while my husband was away. I didn’t trust him as far as I could see him, and a wife always knew when her husband had been unfaithful. Chris cheated several times, and instead of sitting around the house crying about it, I got even. Not only did I get even, but I found one of the finest men on the planet to give the goodies to. To me, that was Jaylin.
The following morning, I sat at the breakfast table with heavy thoughts. Chris had joined me, but he didn’t say much to me. He noticed how quiet I was too, and that was when he finally asked if I had something on my mind. I sipped from my glass of apple juice then placed it on the table.
“As a matter of fact, I do have something on my mind. I have a lot of things on my mind, but I want you to be as truthful with me, as I intend to be with you.”
Chris nodded. “I can do that. Now, what’s up?”
I didn’t dare hold back. “I’ve said this to you a million and one times before, but I don’t think you’re listening to me. That is, I’m unhappy. I’m very unhappy and I can’t continue to live like this.”
“So, what are you saying? Are you finally saying that you want a divorce? I mean, you’ve never said that before, and I want to be sure that’s what you want.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and was unable to answer his question. The truth . . . I wasn’t sure what I really wanted. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep fucking Jaylin, or if I wanted to somehow or someway work things out with my husband. If I did, he’d have to make some major changes.
“Can I simply say that I’m confused? I’m not sure if a divorce is the right answer, but I definitely know that something needs to change. I’m tired of being alone all the time, and even though you’ve done a lot to take care of me, it’s not enough. I want more. More of you . . . of us. Not having you here is causing me to do things that you may not be happy with. Things that I know will make you hate me, instead of love me.”
Chris stroked the hair on his chin and smirked. “I must be honest and tell you that I love and appreciate a woman who confesses her sins and wants to come clean. It took you long enough to say what you just did, and all I can say is it’s about damn time. You keep telling me that I’m the one who needs to change, but realistically, aren’t you the one who needs to get your act together? You bitch all the time about being alone, but the truth is, you’re not alone, Portia. You haven’t been alone for quite some time and you can thank Mr. Rogers for that. He gives you what you want, and when I’m not here, you have the audacity to bring that motherfucker in my house, fuck him in my bed and give that bastard head while in my shower. That doesn’t include the numerous times that you’ve fucked him in the car I bought you, nor does it have anything to do with the clothes that I’ve seen him strip from your body to get to your pussy. Just so you know, I bought those clothes too. With all of that being said, let me make myself clear on one thing. I welcome a divorce, sweetheart, and if you want one, all you have to do is say the magic word. To me, you’re not confused. All you are is a greedy little bitch who uses people to get whatever you want from them. There’s no doubt that I’m your money maker. And apparently, Jaylin has the dick of your dreams. I’ll let you decide which is more important, and whatever you decide, please let me know.”
I stared at Chris the whole time without a blink. I couldn’t believe that he’d known about Jaylin all of this time and hadn’t said a word. I was almost speechless, but I couldn’t allow him to dump all of this into my lap and not take some responsibility for our failing marriage.
“So you know about my lover, now what? He wouldn’t be the dick of my dreams, had you been serving me the right way. I don’t know what you expect for me to do, other than for me to sit in this damn house all day, eating chocolates, watching reality TV shows and playing with myself. That gets tiresome. If I’ve found someone who brings a little excitement to my life, so be it. You weren’t doing anything, and all you think about is money, money, money. That’s who you love—money. Well, money can’t buy you love, sweetheart. Money can’t bring you happiness and neither can I, under these conditions. But since you’re always gone and on the phone with whomever, maybe you have found someone who you can love, more than your freaking money.”
Chris made my eye twitch when he laughed at my comment. “You’re getting desperate,” he said. “You can’t try to flip the script, and trust me when I tell you that I so wish that I had someone to love, more than I do money. You ar
e so right about that—I do love my money. Why? Because it gives me power. It’s going to give me all the power I need to fight you in court and make sure you don’t get one single dime of my money when I leave you. It’s going to leave you broke . . . out in the streets with no damn place to go. I have a visualization of that day, and I can’t stress enough how delighted I will be when I get rid of you.”
I’d heard enough of this bullshit. How dare he speak to me this way? What in the hell was in his juice this morning that made him take this thing to a whole new level? I backed away from the table and dabbed my mouth with a napkin. I walked to his side of the table and stood next to him.
“If a battle in court is what you want, trust me, you’ll get it. Don’t underestimate me, and you are a fool if you believe your money gives you power. Power comes from within, and when a person feels as though their back is against the wall, you’d be surprised by who or what shows up. In the meantime, thanks for the shitty breakfast. I have some shopping to do, and I may stop by my lover’s place to see what’s up with the dick of my dreams. So, don’t wait up for me tonight. There’s always a possibility that I won’t be coming home.”
I splashed Chris’ face with apple juice and stormed away. He laughed and clapped his hands.
“You’re brilliant, Portia! Fucking brilliant, yet you’re still one dumb bitch!”
His words cut me like a sharpened knife, but I didn’t respond. Why? Because I knew that in the end, I’d be the real winner.
Later that day, I was feeling down in the dumps. That was until I had gone to see an attorney who had given me hope. I was about to leave Chris high and dry. He just didn’t know it yet, but soon enough this marriage would be over and I would be a free woman. I wanted to share my good news with Jaylin. Even though I knew he wasn’t down with dating anyone on a serious level, still, we had become good friends. I loved to talk and he loved to listen. I believe that he truly wanted what was best for me, but I had to want the best for myself first.
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