Wifey: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  I decided to just focus on Dani. My eyes are looking at her lips, those eyes, that cute nose. She does this thing with her nose when she gets really mad that I find fucking adorable, it’s twitching.

  Dani also has this kissable looking lips that I fantasize about ever since I hit puberty years ago. When I saw her kiss that guy before, I imagined myself kissing her instead.

  Dani is usually quiet. No, that’s not quite right. She’s quiet with the people she’s not close with. Once you do get close, like me, you see her fun side.

  Plus, her voice is so sexy when she’s seriously talking to you. Her casual voice is also nice to listen to.

  “Thanks for listening, Craig. Seriously. What will I do without you?”

  We are sitting on the couch when she says this. I instinctively pull her close to me, and she lays her head on my shoulder.

  Ah, she smells like sunflowers. I find myself taking a whiff of her soft black curls. She giggles at my action, imitating me by taking a whiff of my scent as she sniffs and nuzzles me at the crook of my neck.

  At one point, she looks up at me, and I kiss her. It’s a chaste kiss, but we linger at the softness of each other’s lips.

  It isn’t intentional, it just happened. It surprises me as much as it surprises Dani; I think. After a second or two, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back, passionately.

  I fall down on the couch, lying down. Dani’s on top of me, her large soft breasts squeezed between our chests. She gasps sharply when I bite her lower lip. She likes it.

  I do it again, only this time I push my tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue meets mine.

  My hands move to her ass, I squeeze it, and she moans sweetly between our kisses. The sound she made is getting me hard, so I do it again, fondling her buns, and I feel her shiver.

  “Craig…”

  Thirteen

  Daniella

  Where did that kiss come from? More importantly, why does it feel so good to kiss Craig? I have so many questions right now, but my thoughts are abruptly cut short when I feel Craig’s large manly hands squeezing my ass. Oh, God.

  I feel my pussy get wet just by his hands, grabbing me the way he is. It’s sending pleasurable sensations all over my body like electrical currents. But it doesn’t look like I’m the only one feeling good. Because if I’m wet, Craig is getting hard.

  “Craig…” I call to him, moaning as he continues to caress my ass so fucking well.

  My hips start to move on their own as I rub my wetness against his bulge. He throws his head back and groans, cursing a little. I find it adorable, so I press my hips down harder, grazing that hard cock with my wet cunt covered by my clothes.

  We are still very much dressed, so the texture of the fabric is actually causing this friction that adds to the intoxicating feeling that is slowly building up.

  I don’t think dry humping will feel this good. Craig is probably thinking the same thing I am since he starts thrusting up like he was already fucking my wet pussy with his hard cock. Holy shit! I moan so loud that Craig ends up covering my mouth, not wanting my baby boy to wake up.

  This made us snickers at how silly this is. But it doesn’t stop the two of us with what we have awakened, the line we finally crossed.

  I bite down on my lips as he resumes his hip thrusts. My moans continue to spill, but I muffle it with my close lips. Oh, God. I can’t keep my mouth shut this way.

  “Craig, I can’t...keep my voice down…” I tell him, shaking my head.

  “Alright, let’s move to your bedroom.”

  I nod, and he picks me up easily. FUCK. I forgot how fucking fit this guy is. His muscular biceps are so strong that being carried by them are already making me hornier. I recall that he’s actually a swimmer, so he definitely has those muscles of a swimmer underneath his clothes.

  He tiptoes across James’ room, I giggle because it’s silly. He’s ridiculous. We have a smile on our faces. Then he continues to carry me like a princess all the way to my bed.

  We crash on the bed’s surface, our bodies sinking on the mattress as he starts to eat my breasts against my top. He sucks on a nipple, and I feel my shirt get damp with his hot and wet mouth. I moan, and my voice hitches when he suddenly bites my nipple tip.

  My thighs twitch, and I feel just how wet I am with just this. But I can’t let Craig do all the work. So, my hand gropes his bulge.

  “Fuck… ha...” Craig groans at my touch.

  I continue to stroke his cock through his pants. It twitches, and I see his dick form against his now tight pants. I gulp. The last time I saw Craig’s dick was when we were six! From the looks of it, he has grown so much.

  I’m beginning to sweat, and I can tell I’m also getting wetter with just the thought of Craig’s cock fucking me. He starts moving his hips against my hand. It’s so fucking lewd that I slide my hand inside his pants, and he groans shakily.

  “Shit Dani, you want it that bad?”

  Our eyes meet as if we were gauging how far each of us can go with each other. We’re breathing harder now, panting as we just stare at each other.

  “Well?” he asks.

  “Well, what?” I ask back.

  “Are we doing this?”

  “You’re asking me that...NOW?”

  I grab his dick hard, so he knows that I’m not backing down. He winces, then I watch him make that dark hooded gaze like I switch some sexy button on him by grabbing his cock the way I did.

  Oh shit, that’s hot. My breathing changes again, heavier than earlier, like Craig’s gaze is already fucking the life out of me.

  He pins both my wrists above my head, then he tears my skirt and disposes of it. I’m not even mad that he massacres my favorite skirt, because all my attention is now on his twelve-inch cock that he pulls out from his wet pants.

  I feel my wet pussy twitch at the sight of that monster cock. A sudden thirst overcomes me. I look to Craig, inviting him to wreck my cunt with his large dick.

  There’s conflict in his eyes like he wants to do just that, but he’s afraid to hurt me without proper preparations. It tells me just how much he cares.

  Craig starts fingering me, the squelching sounds of my wet pussy being spread by those fingers. He even plays with my clit, making me moan harder for him. Once he deems me ready for that cock of his, he removes my panties.

  He’s still pinning my wrists so I can’t move. All I can do at the moment is to submit to whatever he is about to do, and I don’t really mind. I want it. I want all that twelve-inch monster inside of me, ramming it hard and fast.

  I moan as he slowly enters me, my pussy accommodating his size, and finally eating him whole. He moves immediately after that as he can no longer stop himself.

  We call out at each other’s name in the heat of our lovemaking. I can hear how loud our flesh is slapping against each other, as well as the bed creaking. My pussy is growing numb with how good his cock feels inside me.

  SHIT. SHIT. SHIT!!! FUCK! OH! My mind went blank, and I am certain I reach my climax. Craig is still at it, and I do my best to clench around that thick cock, feeling it throb inside my swelling, hot pussy.

  After we made hot steamy love on my equally sweaty bed, I fall asleep in his arms. It’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.

  Fourteen

  Craig

  I am in heaven, having ascended to paradise last night. Smiling at the woman nestling in my arms, fast asleep. I replay everything that happened. Flashes of entangled limbs, sweaty skin, and even porn-worthy moans and groans tantalize my mind.

  Dani’s still sleeping, but something else is already waking up.

  Oh, not now, buddy. Think scary things, Craig. You’ve got a job, not a woman to do again.

  I think of my job, tasks I have to attend to, e-mails, and the pharmacist in me takes over. It’s a blessing, too, as James will be waking up soon and demanding breakfast. But...

  This bed is way too comfortable and warm, especially because of the woman lying beside m
e in it. My fingers trace the outlines of her face, the shape of her nose, every curve, and even her eyelids. Dani murmurs unintelligibly and snuggles as close as she can.

  Okay, five minutes then. I close my eyes and smell her hair before placing a kiss on it. She really smells like sunflowers.

  Paradise and heaven for five minutes more.

  Not going to lie: I like sex. Just like every other red-blooded creature on this planet, I relish in it. I might not always think about it, but when I do, it’s on. I watch porn once in a while, masturbate, use toys, and even have booty calls when I’m really desperate.

  It’s the rush, the pleasure, and the search for that orgasmic high. But I don’t linger in it; as soon as I got what I want, my hormones keep quiet, and my body’s temperature stabilizes.

  Sex is just something I turn to when my body needs to answer the primal call of its reproductive system. It’s a basic instinct.

  Dani showed me it wasn’t just instinct last night.

  Yeah, I was busy pounding her into the mattress last night...done a couple of times until we were both too tired to even roll off each other. But there’s this warmth spreading through my veins. It’s starting to settle nicely in every muscle fiber and bone marrow.

  I’ve never been this content on a morning after. And I knew it’s because it wasn’t just sex; to me, at least, it’s lovemaking. Every kiss, every touch...those meant something to me.

  I press another kiss to her, this time on her forehead. I can’t help it. Daniella stirs, and once her eyes are fully open, she gives me a lazy grin.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  “Had fun last night?” My eyebrows wiggle.

  Dani pushes my face away with a groan and hides her face against my chest. Cute.

  “Yeah. So much fun,” Dani says.

  I barely heard her. “Me too.”

  “Mmm.”

  We stay in each other’s arms for a few more seconds until I remember that I have to meet one of our clients regarding some of our orders coming in from the U.K. I pry myself away from Dani as I tell her, missing the warmth of her body against mine.

  “I understand. I got a kid to take care of, too. And work. Way too much work.”

  She slips out from under the sheets, and I’m treated to a very naked, very beautiful Daniella Johnson. I must have done something good in my past life to be treated to this mouth-watering view early in the morning.

  Damn, I’m already full. And I haven’t even had breakfast yet.

  With a groan, I tear my eyes away from her luscious curves and force myself to dress. Once we’re both presentable, she walks with me to the door. I step out, and she leans against the jamb, watching me.

  I can’t help it; I lean towards her, and when our lips part, I murmur, eyes still on her mouth. “Perhaps we should talk.”

  The smile that Dani gave me is blinding. “I think we should.”

  I then hurry home to change and eat a quick breakfast. As I get ready, I think about the events that transpired this morning and shake my head.

  As I was about to fall asleep last night, everything felt natural, including the way we said goodbye earlier.

  The clock at work signals quarter to six, and I stretch my arms up with a sigh. I meet the eyes of my fellow co-workers, and I see the relief I feel reflects on their gazes. Yet this shift isn’t that bad, not at all.

  Our time today was mostly spent on checking the different medicines and updating the branch inventory. Some patients came and asked for recommendations, but that was too easy. They were all eager to learn and do what’s best for their health.

  I rest for a few more minutes before wrapping up. I don’t have decors on what-nots on my desk anyway, and my bag already has all the things I need, including my wallet and phone.

  I am the last one to leave, but two co-workers stay to help me turn off the lights and lock up. We chat as we all walk out of the office. One of them, Charles, invites Kenny and me to a weekend barbecue. I ask if I can bring a plus one.

  Kenny smirks. “Is it that pretty teacher?”

  I hear my name being called before I can answer.

  George stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, a hesitant smile on his face. My co-workers bid me goodbye and pat me on the back.

  “Craig.”

  “Hi, old man. It’s good to see you.”

  “Ever tried Greek cuisine? I just saw a bistro around the corner. It smelled good when I passed by.” I nod.

  George doesn’t waste time. As soon as the waiter leaves after delivering our snacks and beer, he clasps his hands and puts them on the table.

  “I didn’t expect you and Dani to get engaged quickly.”

  “Things happen, I guess. We’ve been circling each other for way too long.” I reach for some pita chips and start dipping them in the tzatziki. I try not to tremble in front of him.

  He watches me for a few more minutes, drinks his beer, and eats his portion. I still feel his eyes on me most of the time, and sometimes, my own gaze meets them every time I have to look up.

  Enough of this bullshit.

  “With all due respect, sir, your daughter’s old enough to make decisions for herself. She’s smart and knows what’s right and wrong for her.”

  “And look at where it’d gotten her,” he says to me.

  All the nerves in my body turn taut in that instant. I drain my glass because my hands aren’t occupied, then it’ll be his neck next.

  “It’s been five years, George. Dani’s learned from her mistakes and is happy taking care of your grandson. I suggest you and Larry let her live life on her own terms.”

  I toss a few dollars on the table, with enough change for a tip, and walk away.

  I just hope Dani won’t get mad at me for this.

  Fifteen

  Daniella

  My phone’s ringing, but I ignore it and prepare my materials for the next class. Even if it’s an unknown number, I have an inkling of who it might be, because last night, I made the same mistake of answering it and hearing the voice of a creep.

  I quickly ended the call when I realized it was Larry. A creep, indeed.

  Craig calls him a stalker, but I think he’s worse than that. Ever since I’ve first met him, my weirdo radar’s been pinging. There’s just something off with the guy. Every time I visit my dad’s company, I make sure to stay the hell away from him.

  I silence my cell during my classes, only letting calls from my mother and my son’s teacher to come through in case of emergency. During break time, I see tons of missed calls.

  From the same number.

  Then my phone rings again. I stare at it, my thumb hovering over the red decline button. Thankfully, the ringing stops.

  And it starts again.

  “Aren’t you going to answer that?” Nicole stops munching on her sandwich and points at my cell with it. “If it’s a scammer, then I’ll deal with him.”

  “Not a scammer; a pest. It’s fine, I can handle him.”

  I excuse myself and walk out of the break room. I can see the other teachers staring at me from the corner of my eyes. Nicole jokingly calls them out, and they turn their focus on their meals.

  I walk until I see an empty hallway and slouch against one of the lockers, arms wrapped around my waist.

  My phone’s still ringing, so I let out a breath. And hit the green button.

  “Finally, thank God. Hi. I thought you were—!”

  “What do you want, Larry?”

  I heard him gulp. I don’t know how, but I heard it. He must be very nervous now. Prick. I’m the one he’s been terrorizing; I should be nervous, not him.

  “I just want to talk.”

  “Why? Don’t you have other people to bother? How about your colleagues? Pretty sure there’s a handful of them over there. My father likes to overhire, you know that.”

  “No, not like that. I really want...to talk. Um, to you.”

  “To me?” I scoff. “What? You going to apolo
gize or something?”

  It takes him a few seconds to answer. “As a matter of fact, yes.”

  This time, I’m the quiet one.

  Larry takes a deep breath before speaking. “Okay...so, I’ve been a jerk to you the last time we talked, and for that, I’m really sorry.”

  “No shit,” I say before I can help myself and curse. “Sorry, I—”

  He laughs. “It’s fine. No worries. And besides, I’m the one who should be apologizing here. Again, it wasn’t my intention to belittle or insult you. I hope you know that.”

  “Noted, please don’t... don’t do that again.”

  “Yeah.” He breathes out. Larry murmurs, but I don’t catch the words.

  It’s silent; it should be peaceful, but I don’t feel at ease. That murmur...

  My arm is still wrapped around my midsection, I realize. I straighten up and look at the clock hanging on a ceiling beam above the middle of the hallway. I only have a few minutes before my next class starts.

  I tell him that and let him know that I accept his apology.

  “Oh, okay. Cool. Good luck with your classes.”

  “Thanks, I—”

  “Can I take you out to dinner sometime?”

  My left eyebrow rises up. “Excuse me?”

  I barely hear his reply as a horde of students pass by chattering an upcoming football match against a rival school. Some of them notice me and yell my name. One of them asks if they got a good grade at yesterday’s homework.

  Shushing them, I shoo them away with a wave of my hand and motions to my phone.

  “See you later, Ms. Johnson! Don’t forget to give me an A!”

  “I’m sorry, those were the students,” I whisper into my phone.

  “It’s fine—”

  “Yeah, I know, but...Larry, I just accepted your apology. That’s all water under the bridge now, but why are you still asking me out? I’m not going to believe that it’s just a friendly dinner. Am I allowed to bring my fiancé?”