Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story
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“Yeah, but if you would’ve showed with me then the cat would’ve been out the bag anyway.”
“Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve,” Mark mocked. “You could’ve ended this whole thing had you said something that day, but since you didn’t back then; I don’t understand why you would want too, now.”
“Because I’m tired of pretending like I don’t have feelings for you. I’m tired of pretending like we didn’t exist.”
“Felisha, you just wanna fuck. Let’s just keep it real.” Mark stated to Felisha’s surprise as she stood there not saying a word. “You wanted this dick just like you do now. It’s just that back then in order for me to keep my woman; you blackmailed me to get it. Hold up,” he said, holding up his index finger. “Then when guilt had damn near choked me to death and I came to you feeling bad as hell about what we’d been doing, you came up with the arrangement. The arrangement was that as long as Olivia and I were engaged, you and I would still have sex since she wasn’t giving up the goods until after marriage. I had my selfish reasons for agreeing to that, I’ll admit it. God knows I would’ve gone insane waiting and I know that’s no excuse, but that’s just what it was.” He said, thinking that two years was a long time without getting some pussy. “Then once we were married, that lil arrangement was supposed to be over.”
“But, it wasn’t, because we had sex again two years later.” Felisha said, stepping up to him.
“Just once then, but that was different. I came to you, because I couldn’t go to my wife.”
“You couldn’t go to your wife, because you knew she couldn’t give you what I could.”
“You might be right, because you gave me way more than I expected.” He said as he thought back at lil Romeo and how aggressive Felisha could be in the bedroom and in getting what she wanted. He never thought she would’ve been so foolish to get pregnant on purpose, though. “If Olivia ever finds out about that, it would be over for the both of us.” He reminded her.
“None of this would’ve started if you just would’ve told her,” Felisha said.
“Why would I come clean with the woman that I chose to be with? If you weren’t saying anything about it then I sure as hell wasn’t saying anything, either.”
“You should’ve just been a man about it and came clean.” Felisha said, sounding like a scratched record. She wasn’t even making any sense by this point.
“Whyyyyyyyy?” Mark dragged. “This shit been at least eight years ago. Why can’t you let it go? I knew the situation was fucked up and I ain’t gonna lie; I knew I loved you and the things you’d do for a nigga, but I loved her more.” He said, knowing that Felisha was the sweet, round the way, down chick that would roll his blunts back when he smoked, but Olivia was the wholesome, business oriented, good girl that he could build a foundation with.
Felisha felt irritated and more than ever she just needed him to show her some kind of love or attention, but Mark was caught up in his feelings for his wife.
“I love her,” he admitted, but he felt sorry for Felisha. She did deserve better, but she wouldn’t allow herself to find it, because she was so drunk in love with him. He knew it and he also knew that if he ever left his wife that she would take him in and wouldn’t give a fuck about her friendship with Olivia. He took sole blame for her behavior. He took advantage of an easy situation and for the entire two years of him and Olivia being engaged, he straight fucked Felisha senseless. It was no wonder she hadn’t been broke a long time ago.
“You said that you’d always take care of us,” Felisha said in hopes of getting through to him.
“I helped you get the nail shop didn’t I?” Mark asked. “You know Olivia wouldn’t have one hundred percent went in, had it not been for me pushing her to believe it was a good investment.
Felisha stood there for a moment. Mark wasn’t lying about anything he’d said and she knew it. She also knew that she was the one drunk in love with him, not him with her. The truth was that she missed him like crazy, though. It had been years since he’d stuck his dick inside her, but for years she thought about it, she craved it, she wanted it and all she was waiting for was the perfect moment to get it.
“You don’t even fuck her right. Don’t you know she tells me this?”
“I have my reasons,” he coolly said not wanting to turn Olivia out. “But, it ain’t your business. I just want my wife to remain loyal to me and not get too far ahead of herself. She’ll get all of me in due time.”
“Keep on and somebody else is going to be getting all of her.” She said, wanting so bad to tell him that Olivia was fucking another man since he kept her on a pedestal, but she kept quiet.
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“You never know what women will do these days when they ain’t getting no action at home.”
“You know something that I don’t know?” He asked as his facial expression changed to nothing nice.
Felisha stood there for a moment, wanting to tell him everything, but instead she started unbuttoning his shirt.
Mark jumped up off of the bed. “What are you doing?”
“She can never love you like me and you know that she’ll never fuck you like me.” She desperately said and with that, she went back for the buttons on his shirt.
“Have you forgotten what happened the last time this happened?”
“Lil Romeo was conceived.” She whispered.
“And, that ain’t happening no more,” Mark said, pushing her away, but she pounced back on him.
“I know it ain’t. I have a condom in the drawer if you want to use it. Plus, I’m taking birth control.”
“I can’t be fooling with you,” Mark said, taking in a deep breath. Felisha smelled good, looked good, and almost had his dick rock hard. He could feel it growing down his thigh through his pants.
“You know she can never fuck you like me. Just admit it.” She whispered in his ear, biting lightly on his ear lobe.
“Felisha stop,” Mark said, knowing that Felisha was feisty and stayed horny. He also had begun to figure out that it was about that time for her to stir up some foolishness just so she could get the dick.
“You know you want it,” she said, now bending on her knees and going inside his pants. “Please,” she begged like a dog in heat. “Please, I just want to feel you inside me.” Mark looked down at his shirt. She’d already taken all of his buttons loose except one. He backed away from her as she tried to get her hands in his pants. He headed for Felisha’s bedroom door, but she was relentless in her pursuit.
“No,” Mark said. “We made a vow that this would never happen again. You know that.”
“The only thing I know is that I want you right now. It ain’t like it has never happened, a hundred times over.” She tried persuading him, now kissing around his neck and working her way to his chest as she massaged one nipple and succulently kissed on the other.
Mark thought he was fighting her off, but in reality he was just standing there enjoying the warm feel of her mouth now wrapped around his dick. “Let me give you what she can’t.”
“Shiiiit,” Mark gave in with a moan, feeling her warm spit dripping between her fingers as she sucked and jacked him at the same time. This took him back as he thought about how he used to beat Felisha’s pussy to death, just to relieve the pressure of not being able to fuck his fiancé.
“You like that?” Felisha asked in between sucking. This was all she wanted. She wanted to feel his thick cock in her mouth, because it made her feel special and good inside. Just having this moment could last her for a few more years of holding on to their secret.
“Suck it,” Mark said, fucking the hell out of Felisha’s mouth. “Suck it,” he said again.
Felisha was doing just as she was told as she gave Mark some of the best head in the world. She was licking and slurping and jacking and popping, all the while playing in her pussy as her sweet juices dripped down her thighs.
“Mmm-mmm.” She moaned; mouth full of dick.
Felisha happily came out of her baby doll satin nighty. Mark was also coming out of his clothes. The excitement of fucking her had taken over and even though he loved Olivia, he loved fucking Felisha more.
He stood back and watched Felisha’s big, pretty round ass. She wasn’t a skinny chick by far. She was definitely thick in the thighs with a wide, fat ass. She had a pudgy stomach and big breasts. Mark loved when they got together so he could ride her waves. She was sexy as hell to him and definitely cute in the face. If it wasn’t for him choosing Olivia, it would’ve been her, hands down.
Mark walked over to her as she posed on the edge of the bed, doggy style. Her fat ass was up in the air with a deep arch in her back like she was begging for his attention.
“Come get it, baby.” She said, pussy pulsating before he could even slide in it.
Mark walked over, opening up the nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom. He quickly tore open the pack and put it on. He wasn’t taking any more chances like the time before. He then slid his dick up and down the crack of her ass. She moaned, anticipating the moment for him to go in deep. He then slapped her with his dick.
“You want this? Is this why you’ve been acting up?” He asked, now rubbing his dick up and down her wet pussy lips.
“Yes, I want it,” she admitted. “Make me stop acting up.” She begged.
“I knew you wanted it,” Mark said and slid his dick in deep as she moaned with pleasure. Mark beat that pussy from the back, then the front, then the side. He even sat in a chair and let her ride him until her knees were shaking. He picked her thick, two hundred and three pound ass up in the air and fucked her standing up. Felisha was enjoying the dick down that he was giving her. Her pussy needed it just as bad as she wanted it.
An hour and two condoms later, Mark was now stroking his long rod inside Felisha’s asshole. She took it any kind of way he gave it to her. Her ass was tight and warm as he was sliding his big pipe in and out of her with ease like he was fucking her pussy. It felt good to him as it gripped and pulled on his dick. He started to speed up, feeling a rush coming on.
“It’s about to blow,” he said, letting Felisha know what time it was. He stroked about a minute more then pulled his throbbing dick out as Felisha quickly turned around and started sucking it. In less than no time, Mark was shooting off loads of cum in her mouth. Felisha kept sucking, as she swallowed every bit of nut she could catch. “Aaaaaaaah,” he said, feeling relieved. He hadn’t gotten that buck wild in years, being that Felisha was the only woman he’d ever tipped out with on his wife.
No sooner than he could finish, he was already putting his clothes back on. “This can’t happen again,” he said.
“I know,” Felisha responded with a smile on her face. She’d gotten what she wanted and now she was good.
****
Olivia was headed home, but had made a u-turn in hopes of mending her relationship with her bestie, first. She turned on Felisha’s street and rode straight down to her house. She frowned upon pulling up in the driveway as she noticed Mark’s car already parked there. She sat in the car for a moment, not really caring to think much of it. Maybe Felisha had called and needed something. Maybe he was there to speak with her about what had been going on between them. She didn’t know why he could be there, but instead of getting out first, she sent Mark a text message.
What you doing? O’
He responded back quickly. Missing you. Mark
Where are you, think I’m coming home? O’
I’m home. Come on, I’ll cook us lunch so we can talk.
She quickly frowned. “Home?” She said, looking at the tail end of his car parked in front of her. “That’s strange.” She got out of the car and headed to the rear door. No sooner than she could bend the corner in the back yard, Mark was coming out the back door. He turned to look her right in the face. It was almost like he’d seen a ghost.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Olivia quickly asked as her voice nervously shook.
“Uh, hey Baby,” Mark said while taking in a deep breath. Beads of sweat instantly popped off of his forehead. “I was just over here talking with Felisha about that lil situation you wanted me to handle.”
“I thought you said that you were home just now in the text message.”
“Well,” Mark said, feeling tongue tied and caught up. “I wanted to surprise you since Felisha and I had talked, in hopes that things will now be good between y’all. I’m sorry about that. I should’ve been honest.” Olivia didn’t say a word as she heard Felisha’s big mouth making its way to the back door.
“Heeeeeey babe,” Felisha called out, trying to catch Mark before he left. “You’re leaving your waaaaaatch.” She dragged in shock, upon seeing Olivia standing in her back yard with her hands on her hips.
“Hey baby,” Olivia said with a cut look in her eyes. “Hey baby,” she repeated, looking from Felisha to Mark then back to Felisha. Her hands nervously shook some kind of bad as she tried to control herself.
“This ain’t what it looks like,” Felisha tried to clean it up as she ran her hands down her hair like anxiety had kicked in. Olivia looked over at Mark and then she peeped the buttons on his shirt were off by a button. Everything flashed before Olivia’s eyes as she stood there almost speechless and hurt to the core at what she was witnessing.
How long had this been going on? Had it just happened for the first time? Who crossed the line first? A thousand questions flooded her mind in the few seconds she stood there.
“Baby,” Mark called out. “Are you okay?” Olivia just stood there as the guilty look on Felisha’s face told it all.
This nasty bitch just fucked my husband, she thought and before Mark could say another word, Olivia had gone mad.
“YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH!” She yelled out, slapping the spit out of Mark’s mouth. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!!!!” But, before he could answer, she was already trying to get to Felisha’s ass. She had definitely blanked out and lost control of her emotions, but a bitch was going to tell her something and she wasn’t leaving until they did.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
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Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
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