Wifey

by Tosha Damaya

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  By Wednesday morning, the snuggle fest turned into a full on make out session. They slept on the couch and Johari woke up with Jonathan's morning wood pressed against her butt. Even back in Austin, she would wake up with it poking her on her hip or stomach - depending on how they were positioned in the bed.

  She purposely moved her bottom against him to get a reaction. It worked. Jonathan woke up immediately and stilled her tiny hips with his hands.

  "What are you doing?"

  She feigned innocence. "What are you talking about? I'm just stretching." She rotated her hips in a circular motion. She grinned when she heard Jonathan groan against her neck.

  He placed his lips against her ear and whispered. "Doing that will get you into some trouble."

  Johari rolled over and admired the handsome man that was making useless threats. She loved the smile that adorned his face. Jonathan was the sunlight of her life. Whenever she was facing a storm, he was there to make it go away.

  She meant to make a smart reply to his threat, but she kissed him instead. Jonathan reciprocated her kiss and rolled on top of her, smothering her body with his. They were buried deep into the couch and pillows as their lips demolished one another's.

  "The last time I made out on a couch, I was in high school," he whispered against her lips.

  "So, you've done this before?" she asked with her eyebrows lifted in a teasing manner. They already had talks about their sexual past.

  "Kissing on the couch?"

  Jo nodded her head.

  "Then yes, I've done that a lot. Especially in my younger days. But this," he said pointing between their two bodies. "I've never done this before. I've never loved a woman as much as I love you."

  "I feel the same."

  She pulled his head down towards her and they shared another kiss. She was addicted to Jonathan and could spend every hour of the day taking doses of his love. They had yet to cross the boundaries to have sex and she was determined to make it happen while they were in New Orleans.

  Johari widened her legs to allow Jonathan's erection to press securely against her entrance. She wanted to rip their clothing off. Just as she was lifting his shirt, Jonathan stopped her.

  "Baby."

  Johari closed her eyes in frustration. "Why?" she moaned.

  "We're not doing this."

  "But I really want to. Jonathan, I'm so ready to do this," she whined. Johari bucked her hips to prove her point.

  Jonathan pressed his lips against hers. "I know you are, but it's not the right moment. I want it to be special."

  "Fuck special," she replied.

  "You've been hanging around Sierra too much," Jonathan stated with a chuckle. "I'm not making love to you right now. You deserve more." He rubbed his nose against hers. "I promise it will happen soon." He was going to romance her in the evening and spend the rest of the night cherishing her body.

  "Fine," she sulked.

  Jonathan laughed and pecked her lips. "Be patient, woman."

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  By 6 p.m. Johari was bouncing with anticipation. At 5:00, Jonathan told her to get dressed in something formal. She panicked before going into the bedroom to see that he had three of her dresses from home laying across the bed.

  She wanted to feel sexy. She chose the silk dress that draped to the ground. It had a plunging neckline that was only supported by tiny strings that crossed over her back. She loved that Jonathan was so thoughtful and even packed some heels for her. After curling her hair and completing her makeup, she was ready to go.

  Johari walked out of the guest bedroom and saw Jonathan sitting on the couch in a tuxedo. He got prepared for their date in the master bedroom. Handsome was not a proper word to describe him. He was striking, sexy, attractive...delicious in his tux.

  He stood when she approached the living room.

  "Are you sure I can't persuade you to cancel dinner and move to dessert?" she asked seductively.

  Jonathan pretended to kiss her and then moved his head back before their lips could touch. "No." He laughed when Johari started to pout. "Dinner, then desert. Let's go before we miss the reservation." He tugged her hand and they walked towards the door.

  They shared dinner at Commander's Palace located in the Garden District of New Orleans. It was the first time Johari and Jonathan had frequented the restaurant. It wouldn’t be their last time.

  She loved the history the restaurant represented and the elegance that radiated throughout the walls of the dining rooms. The staff were attentive and treated them like royals. It was turning out to be an amazing night.

  The waiter came over and collected their dinner plates. "Are you interested in dessert?" Their waiter asked.

  "No."

  "Yes."

  Johari was the one that declined dessert. She didn't want anything the restaurant could offer; she wanted the sexy piece of chocolate that was sitting across from her. When Jonathan licked his lips, she moaned. The waiter was trying to hide his smile.

  "We're having dessert. What do you recommend?" Jonathan asked.

  "The strawberry shortcake," he easily replied.

  That sounded good to Jonathan. "We'll take one order with two spoons."

  The waiter left them alone. "I'm ready to leave," Johari commented. She wanted him and wasn't being shy about it.

  "No," Jonathan replied easily. He enjoyed torturing her. He stood from his chair and offered his hand to Johari. "Let's dance." There was a jazz band playing music and a few couples were dancing. He took her hand and they joined them.

  Jo placed her head on his chest as they moved to the music.

  "When we get back to the apartment, I plan on devouring you," he whispered. He flicked his tongue out and licked her ear.

  She almost collapsed on the dance floor. "You aren't playing fair."

  "I don't plan on it. I'm going to hitch this dress up and bury my face in between those beautiful thighs and take my time licking your pussy."

  Jo shivered with excitement. Her panties were getting wet just from his words.

  "Are you ready for it?" he asked.

  Jo lifted her head from his chest and stared at his eyes. They were smoldering with desire. "Yes."

  "Well, you'll have to wait. Our desert is on the table."

  Johari groaned in frustration as he led her back to the table. She expected to see their desert, but there was a black box there instead. Johari observed it with curiosity.

  "How about you open it," Jonathan recommended.

  Johari lifted the lid and gasped when she observed the silver charm bracelet. "You remembered." She told Jonathan months ago that she wanted a charm bracelet and planned to buy it when she had extra money.

  "I did."

  "That was before we became a couple," she said still looking at the charms on the bracelet.

  "I still cared about you Jo. I meant to give it to you before all the drama happened. I figured tonight was the perfect moment."

  Jonathan reached across the table and fastened the bracelet around her wrist. "There's six charms. Two letter Js to represent us. Your birthstone, a key to represent the key you have to my heart and a heart to represent my heart.”

  Johari picked up the last charm and examined it. "What is this?"

  "Little boxing gloves. I was surprised to see that the jewelry store had them. They represent the fight in you. You're so strong and beautiful, Jo. Not many women have been through what you've suffered. I applaud the fact that you could leave and start over. There's two gloves to let you know that I'll be right by your side fighting with you. You're not alone in this anymore."

  That was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to her. Johari wiped the tears that were falling down her eyes. She stood and walked over to Jonathan and sat in his lap. They shared a heated kiss, not caring that they were in public view of the other people in the restaurant.

  "It's time to go."

  This time, Jonathan didn't disagree. He paid the bill and requested a bo
x for the cake.

  The waiter smiled as he handed the dessert to Jonathan. He winked at him. "Have a great night."

  Jonathan grinned. "I plan on it."

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  As soon as they crossed the threshold of the apartment, Johari and Jonathan were taking off each other's clothing. Jonathan initially planned a slow seduction, but that wasn't going to happen. He pulled a naked Johari into his arms and kissed her. She pulled away.

  "We've had foreplay all day. I need you inside of me, now," Johari urged.

  Jonathan wasn't going to deny her. He picked Jo up and pushed her against the door. In one swift motion, he slid inside of her. Johari screamed his name causing Jonathan to stop moving.

  "You okay?"

  "Mm hmmm. Keep going."

  Jonathan started moving again. He bent his head and placed his mouth over her perky breast and wrapped his tongue around her nipple. Jo arched her back against the wall.

  She moaned with each thrust, enjoying the pleasure that Jonathan was giving her body. "Harder Jon. I want all of you."

  He removed her from the wall and walked over to couch and blanketed her body with his. This gave him the chance to really go deeper and harder. He lifted her legs and pounded into her pussy. Jo's moans only gave him more motivation to move faster.

  Her walls clenching around him caused his own orgasm to come. Jonathan stilled as his release came. Afterwards, he slumped on Johari placing all his weight on her. He hoped that his seed produced a baby inside of her. There was no other woman he wanted to be the mother of his children.

  He kissed her cheeks, lips and forehead. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he whispered.

  Johari was still panting. "You didn't. I loved it. Let's do it again."

  He laughed and pressed his lips against hers. Getting off the couch, he pulled Johari up with him. "Deal. Let's get to bed. I plan on keeping you there for the rest of the week."

  For the rest of the night, they continued a marathon of making love. As they shared each other's bodies, words of love were being said from their lips. Johari fell asleep in Jonathan's arms feeling loved and secured.

  She never wanted the feeling to end.

  Chapter 20

  After another night of making love, Johari and was cuddled in Jonathan's arms Friday morning. The poor man was exhausted and was snoring lightly underneath her.

  She lost count of how many times they came together in passion. Jonathan had a way of bringing her to ecstasy, leaving her body sated with fulfilment and satisfaction. Just thinking about it had her squirming for more. He had a way of making her scream in pleasure and she came more than she ever had with any man. He could lay it down and she wanted to feel him again.

  Sitting up, she straddled his waist and gently shook his chest. "Jon, wake up."

  He mumbled something she couldn't understand. Johari bent down and kissed his naked chest. "Jon....wake....up."

  "Jo," he groaned, opening his eyes. He was met with the most glorious image. The woman he loved, sitting on top of him naked. His dick jumped to attention. "Again? Aren't you sore?" he asked in concern. He didn't want to hurt her.

  "I'm a big girl, and I want you one last time before we go home." To prove her point, she raised her body and settled on top of his dick. He fit her like a glove. They moaned together in pleasure. "Are you really going to turn me down?" she asked moving her hips.

  He couldn't respond with words, so he held on and enjoyed the ride.

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  A couple of hours after making love for a second time in the shower, Johari and Jonathan packed their bags and hopped into the car to head back home. She wasn't ready to go back to reality. Jonathan reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  "Stop worrying. Everything is going to be fine."

  Johari exhaled. "I just wished we didn't have to go back. These last few days have been...nice."

  "Just nice?"

  "More than nice. They were the best days of my life. It was incredible, mind blowing, orgasmic..."

  Jonathan grinned. "That's better."

  She playfully hit his arm.

  He chuckled and continued to drive. They had a long way to get back to Texas. At the rate they were driving, they wouldn't make it back until the evening. Johari mentioning their time together in New Orleans made him think of something.

  "Jo, we didn't use any protection," he stated simply. There was no other way to say it.

  She eyed him suspiciously. "Is that why it felt so good?"

  "I'm being serious, Jo. We had sex a lot."

  "I know, I was there. Do you have some disease I should worry about?"

  "Hell no!" he replied quickly.

  "Then we're okay because I don't either." She turned back towards the window and looked at the cars they were passing on the highway. She felt Jon tug her arm. "Yes?"

  "Jo, aren't you worried about getting pregnant?"

  "No. I don't think I can get pregnant."

  He sighed. "Well, let's say that with some miracle it happened for us. How would you feel?"

  "I would love to be the mother of your child. We could be a family and grow old together raising our children."

  Her thoughts replicated his. He wanted the same thing. He wanted to kiss her lips but didn't want to risk an accident, so he kissed her hand instead. "I love you."

  She lifted in her seat and kissed his cheek. "Love you too."

  Chapter 21

  Trenton woke up with Destiny by his side. He felt satisfied with the young girl. Destiny wasn't afraid to try things in bed and he was able to get head, ass and pussy from her without much effort. Yeah, he was planning to keep her. He knew that he could mold her into the perfect woman.

  A few weeks ago, when he first received a text message from Johari, he was confused. His wife hadn't contacted him for over a year. He was searching for her though, he ignored the divorce papers and planned a trip the Austin to find her. It was a funny coincidence to receive the slanderous text messages. He chuckled at the thought of it.

  I like to chase after older men for money.

  I have pussy for sale.

  I like to have threesomes.

  It took one phone call to see that it wasn't Jo, but Destiny, sending the messages. Trenton was always good with seducing women with his words. He quickly got much needed information from Destiny. She hated Jo and would do anything to get her away from her father, so she easily agreed to help Trenton track her down.

  He didn't expect Destiny to be so attractive. Seventeen was adult enough for him, so he forgot Jo for a minute and pursued Destiny. It was one of the easiest decisions of his life.

  The nagging ring of her cell phone, interrupted his thoughts. He picked it up from the nightstand and observed the obnoxious photo of her best friend on the screen. He tapped the cell phone against Destiny's forehead. She opened her eyes and stared back at him.

  "Your friend is calling," he said, showing her the phone.

  Destiny rolled her eyes and lifted her hand to deny the call. "I'm not in the mood to deal with her."

  "Maybe you should cut everyone from your past out of your life," Trenton suggested. He put the phone back on the nightstand. He turned back around and noticed the troublesome look on her face. "What's wrong, baby?"

  "Did anyone else call?"

  Trenton knew she was asking about her dad. "No." He picked the phone back up and showed her the call log. "Your dad hasn't called you," he lied. Trenton blocked her dad and mom's number. Whenever anyone called that could possibly threaten what he wanted, he deleted the call from her phone.

  Destiny seemed disappointed by the news. "Okay." She got up from the bed and stretched. "I'm going to shower."

  Trenton reached out and grabbed her. "Baby, I told you that I would take care of you. Forget your dad," he whispered, playing off her emotions. Trenton pulled her back towards the bed. He laid Destiny down and placed his body over hers.

  Destiny wiped her eyes. "You know what, I think he's too wrapped up in
Johari."

  "I believe so."

  Destiny wrapped her arms around Trenton and pulled him closer. They shared a quick kiss. "Let's forget about them and just be together. You don't need her. I can be woman enough for you."

  He was amused by her determination. No woman, was woman enough for him. He needed multiple women to keep him satisfied. Throughout his marriage, he cheated multiple times on Johari. He wasn't programmed to be faithful and he wasn't going to be faithful to Destiny.

  "Can you cook and clean like a wife?"

  "I can learn," she replied quickly."

  Trenton reached between her legs with his hand. "Will you give me this whenever I want it?"

  "Yes," Destiny moaned.

  Trenton slipped a finger into her pussy and she arched her back. He replaced his finger with his dick and started to slowly move inside of her. "I still need to find Johari. I need her to sign divorce papers," he lied.

  "O-kay."

  He continued to stroke her into submission. He loved that he had so much control over her. It turned him on. "After I divorce Johari, I'm going to marry you," he lied again. He told her many lies, so many that he no longer kept count.

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  After their quick morning session, Destiny jumped up to take a shower. Trenton was planning on joining her, but something kept on egging his mind. The man he met briefly at the bar was familiar to him. The man reminded him of Destiny. They had the same facial features and skin complexion.

  Trenton picked Destiny's phone up and started going through her pictures. Most were of her and friends goofing around. After scrolling through fifty pics, he came across a picture of her hugged up with the man from the bar. Alarms started going off in his head. To make sure he wasn't crazy, Trenton checked Destiny's contact list and observed the picture she had under the contact Daddy.

  It was the same man from last night.

  Trenton jumped up from the bed in a panic and started packing all his belongings. Once he was done, he went into the bathroom to get Destiny. He opened the shower door. "We need to leave," he said simply.

  "Why?"

  "Bitch, don't worry about why. We need to leave!" When she didn't make any motion to get out of the bathroom, Trenton grabbed her hair and dragged her out. "I said we need to go. Don't ask any questions; just pack your shit."