by Jai Amor
“Okay,” she agreed. He kissed her lips softly and slapped her ass before he left the house.
She waved as his car pulled out of the driveway before she went and took care of Pilar. “Wanna see my stister,” Pilar told her.
“Okay.”
Pamela texted Jada and asked her to come over but Jada was busy. “She can’t come, mija. I’m sorry,” Pamela told the toddler who pouted. “We can still have plenty of fun, just us, can’t we, Pilar?” she asked.
“I want my stister,” the baby whined.
Pilar had two sisters, but Jada was the only one who came to see Pilar. Her oldest sister, Jasmine had only seen her once, and she wasn’t impressed. Bryan had raised Jasmine, but she wasn’t his biological daughter. She and Marc had both come from Heather’s first marriage.
Jasmine was the reason Heather was married in high school and when her husband died, she had met Bryan, and he took her first two children as his own. That mattered not at all to Jasmine when she found out about his affair with Pamela. She no longer called him her daddy and she wasn’t claiming the baby as her sister. Marc was really nonchalant about the situation. He still was lusting after Pamela, but he didn’t use his sister as an excuse to drop by. Bryan’s two youngest sons did drop by when they came home. Both were older than Pamela and questioned their father’s stupidity. You fuck a barely legal, not impregnate and marry her.
“She’s busy, Pilar. What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Her daughter looked up at her as if she was speaking Chinese. Pamela kissed her forehead. “Let me brush your hair, mija,” she said and Pilar turned around letting her mother brush her hair. Not once did she complain about it. When Pamela finished, her daughter took the brush back to her bathroom and came back downstairs. Pamela put her feet up on the sofa and her daughter came and lay on her chest. She looked up at her with those wide green eyes again, and Pamela just smiled at her. This was her reason to be. Everything else in her life could be going wrong, but she always had this baby.
There was a knock on the door, and Pamela went and opened up for her mother. Pilar hopped up and went to hug her abuela. She grinned up at her, holding her leg. “Hola, nieta,” she greeted, picking the one-year old cutie up. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” the toddler said, holding her around the neck.
Pamela took her mother’s coat while she took Pilar to the front. The two of them watched Pilar playing with her blocks. “She’s really beautiful,” Carmella commented, watching her granddaughter.
“Thank you.”
“Is she getting a positive image of marriage?” she asked, looking her daughter in the eyes. Pamela had become so good at lying that she didn’t flinch away from it.
“Yes,” she said easily.
“Pilar, come here. Come sit with Abuela.”
Pilar giddily got up and hopped into Carmella’s lap. Pamela didn’t worry. She and Bryan kept their dirt locked behind the door of their bedroom. Their daughter never saw anything bad between Bryan and Pamela.
“How do Mommy and Daddy act together? Get a doll and show me.”
Pilar got up and went to find a doll. She hugged it and she kissed it and then she set it down and rubbed its leg. Then she picked it up and hugged and kissed it some more. She smiled at her grandmother, showing her teeth. “I heared Mommy scweam.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
Carmella looked at Pamela who rolled her eyes. “She heard me moaning because I was having sex.”
“Okay, Pilar. Go on and play, sweetheart.”
Pilar took her doll and put her in the stroller and walked around the living room. Carmella watched the baby and smiled. “That was you nineteen years ago, you know.”
“I imagine.”
“I can’t believe you’re already twenty.”
“I can.”
Carmella watched her granddaughter before she turned back to her daughter. “Do you ever sometimes think of leaving Bryan? For someone more age appropriate?”
“Ma, I am a grown woman. If I wanna be married to a grown man, that’s age-appropriate.”
“Why get married at all, Pamela? You haven’t had a chance to make but one mistake, and that’s Bryan.”
Pamela was immediately defensive of her husband. “I didn’t make a mistake when I got married, okay? I love him, and we’re happy together raising our baby. Get over it.”
“Do you ever just lie down at night and find yourself thinking this shit is not love? It’s having sex and staying for the sake of a two-parent home.”
“Why not? I had that. The rest of Bryan’s children had that. Why can’t I give that to Pilar?”
“The difference between you and Pilar and the rest of Bryan’s children is that your parents are in their forties and in love. The rest of Bryan’s children have a fifty-three-year old mother. He loved Heather, Pamela. Not you. Anytime a man is divorced and marries his mistress afterwards, shit doesn’t go too well.”
“Shit is going perfectly. I love my husband, and he loves me. Pilar showed you how we are; and if you can’t trust a baby, who can you trust, Ma?”
“Pamela, I know now only what your daughter sees. But I get the feeling there’s more that she doesn’t.”
“Well there’s not. Why can’t you just accept that I’m finally happy?”
“Because you’re not happy, Pamela.”
“Get out. Just get out my house!”
“Pamela Olivia Torres—”
“Valdez,” she corrected.
Carmella closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She took Pamela’s hands. “I’m your mother, Pamela. I just want to look out for you. Facts are facts, and Bryan is near to fifty. You are not even close to thirty. You’re young. What are you going to do in this young body when you’re thirty and in your prime and horny all the time and he can’t even get it up anymore? Better still, you won’t want to be under his ass. What happens then, Pamela?”
“I like to believe God invented vibrators.”
“Are you fucking me right now?” Carmella asked incredulously.
“Can you watch your mouth? Pilar likes to repeat what she hears.”
“Sorry. But Pamela, you have to be kidding me. You can’t honestly believe a toy is going to get you through cold lonely nights. You’re a woman now, and I’m going to be candid with you. There are not enough batteries in the world to get you through your thirties.”
“Well, when I turn thirty, let the game begin. I am not going to break up my daughter’s family because I’m horny.”
“Why not? You did it to your best friend.”
“Yeah, you need to go.”
Carmella got up. “I’m just trying to look out for you, Pamela. I’ve been your mother for almost twenty-one years. I know you’re not telling me something. But whatever it is, Pamela. I just really hope it’s small.”
“Can you walk faster please?”
Carmella left and the house phone rang. It was Bryan’s mother. Although she didn’t really approve of the marriage, she had voiced that only once. She really did still adore her youngest grandchild, and she asked Pamela to bring her by. Pamela asked Pilar if she wanted to go before she agreed to it and packed her daughter up and took her.
After she dropped her daughter off, she went to see Bryan at the office, and her husband was happy to see her. She greeted Jayden, his personal assistant, before she kissed her husband.
Bryan noticed that Jayden was checking out Pamela, eyeing her curves. “Why don’t you take your break, Jayden,” he said, making his order sound more like a suggestion. Jayden left, and Bryan pulled Pamela around and into his lap.
“How is work going?” she asked, playing with the lapel of his shirt.
“It’s going. Where is the baby?”
“With your mother.”
“How long?” he asked, smiling, his hands in her shirt.
“She asked to keep her the week.”
Bryan moved his hands to massage Pamela’s breasts,
and she moaned. “Kiss me,” he ordered, and she did so. His tongue explored her mouth, and she moved to unzip his slacks, getting down on her knees and taking him in her mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling through her hair, moaning. She looked up at him, just wanting so desperately to go back to the times when they were happy together.
The door opened, and Pamela continued what she was doing. She was under the desk, so she didn’t notice it had opened. “Mr. Valdez—”
“Get out,” Bryan said.
“But I have the listings you wanted. For your wife.”
He opened his eyes, and there was Jane Michaels standing in the door. Pamela was completely oblivious under the desk, still sucking Bryan off. “Can we discuss that later, Jane?” he asked.
“But I—”
Jane finally noticed the pumps under the desk and left. Bryan closed his eyes and continued to enjoy his blow job. When Pamela got up, she went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She went back and sat in Bryan’s lap, and he kissed her. “Is that a preview of what I can look forward to tonight?” he asked her, licking his lips. Pamela still found Bryan sexy. Even at fifty.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, daddy,” she said, taking his bottom lip into her mouth.
“Well, I sure can’t wait.”
He slid his hand into her slacks, and she moaned. “Keep it hot for me, baby,” he whispered. She nodded.
When she left the office, she really was hot. She went into her room and found her vibrator. For once in their marriage, she could not wait for her husband to get home.
She made dinner and had the table set by five. She cut out the lights and lit scented candles, laying rose petals over their bed. When Bryan came home, he was a bit surprised. But Pamela stood there in a short dress, her hair up, wearing pumps, standing there waiting for him. She reached for his hand and pulled him to dinner. He watched her hips sway seductively.
They sat for dinner, and she leaned across the table, feeding him, giving him a good look at her cleavage. “You like what you see?” she teased, taking a bite from his fork. “I have dessert.”
“Are you on the menu?”
“I got cookies.” Smirking, Pamela’s tongue slowly traced over her lips.
“Pamela, don’t make me have to come after you.”
She smiled over her shoulder and continued as she got their dessert out, but Bryan put his hands on her waist and turned her towards him, kissing her before he lifted her up on the counter and opened her legs. “Bryan, the ice cream—”
“Good idea.”
He put the cold dessert on her warm pussy and it immediately began to melt as she shivered from the cold. But he warmed her up with his tongue as he lapped at the sweet frozen treat mingling with her juices. “Mm… your pussy is so good, baby,” he told her, massaging her breasts while he continued eating her. She threw her head back, enjoying the feeling as his tongue swirled around inside of her. He licked the ice cream all away and kept going, putting his tongue in and bringing it back out, nibbling her clit.
“Oh, Papi. Please,” she begged.
He moaned in her pussy, his facial hair rubbing against the flesh of her thighs. She held his head, wrapping her legs around his neck as she felt herself on the verge of cumming. Bryan lapped at her juices, catching every single drop like he was the thirstiest wretch in the land. He pulled Pamela off the counter, lying on the floor, giving her instruction to sit on his face because he wasn’t done yet.
The pleasure got to be so intense she swore she couldn’t take it and tried to move, but he held her by her hips firmly in place. “Oh, God. Oh, Bryan. Please. I can’t take it, I can’t take it,” she begged, her eyes closed as she looked for something to hold onto, her legs shaking ferociously. She leaned forward, placing her palms on the floor. When she was overcome by her second orgasm, Bryan let her move, but he licked a trail up her thighs of all her running liquid love.
He fed her the half-melted ice cream on her chocolate cake. She was too content to care that the ice cream was half melted. He kissed her softly, still rubbing her kitty cat with his free hand. “Was it good, Mela?” he asked.
“It was good,” she promised and kissed him again.
Bryan was very paranoid and filled with insecurities that Pamela just might change her mind about him like Heather told him. But he had really fallen for her. He tried to do everything he could to keep her happy. Sometimes, when he was just that pathetically desperate, he tried to use fear. When he would slap Pamela and then she’d give him sex, it was almost to him as if she liked being hit. He slapped her, they made love. But he tried to keep his hands off her. He tried to walk away when they argued. But sometimes, she just wouldn’t let him.
They hadn’t been fighting lately, and he liked that. He asked all the time if he made her happy, but when she said yes, he didn’t know, because her actions didn’t always say that.
He looked up at her. She had no idea of the way he adored her, the way he thought of her all day and night. How many times he got in his car on his way home from work and hoped she was still there.
They finished their dessert, and he lifted her up, carrying her to their room. He laid her gently in their bed, and she looked up at him, a ghost of desire lingering in her eyes. He kissed her, hoping to revive it.
Pamela wrapped her arms around him and he took his time with her, just being slow and gentle. They stayed in the missionary all night. But she didn’t complain, holding onto him as though she might fall if she didn’t.
He lay beside her and pull her into his arms. She looked up at him, and he smiled. “I have to go to Paris. Maybe you can come.”
She smiled too, remembering their trip to Paris two years back. Just because he had to work didn’t mean that they couldn’t rekindle what they’d had. “Wait, what about Pilar?”
“This is why she has a retired grandmother.”
“You really think she’ll keep her?”
“I know she will.”
He kissed her again. “We leave Monday.”
“Okay.”
That meant she could still have her date with Jordan before she left. Just because things were going great today didn’t mean they’d be as awesome tomorrow. The marriage was a roller coaster.
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Pamela slid out of bed with her husband and went to wash the previous night off before she dressed in a short silk nightgown and pulled on a pair of stilettos and made her way into the kitchen to make breakfast. Bryan came down in a navy suit, still looking as good as ever to Pamela. He greeted her with a kiss.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.”
She finished breakfast and passed him a plate. She was getting ready to clean up when he took her around the waist and lifted her on the counter. “Will you bring me lunch?” he asked. She nodded. He kissed her neck, opening her legs. They shared a quickie before he went to work.
Pamela was used to having Pilar running around. Now with an empty house, she didn’t know what to do. She would go for a walk, but it was freezing out there. She went to the basement and worked out. But even that couldn’t last until lunch.
She finally decided to maybe shop a little. With Bryan’s money, though. Not hers. He gave her a debit card linked to his account. She didn’t often use it, but sometimes, when she wanted to do something special for him, she did.
She went lingerie shopping and bought some new pumps. Cold as it was, she wore a piece of lingerie and a trench coat with a pair of pumps to match her heels. She wore her hair down and curly. She wore some perfume Bryan bought and loved.
When she showed up to his office, Jayden’s jaw dropped right along with Bryan’s. Her curves behind the fabric of the trench coat were… hypnotizing.
Bryan didn’t suggest Jayden leave. “Get out,” he ordered. Jayden left. “Lock the door, Pamela,” he said softly. She did as she was told and walked over to him, doing her catwalk, slowly taking the coat off. “Damn.”
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“I love. Come here.”
He pulled her into his lap, kissing her. She moaned, turning fully around, holding his face. “Can we use the swing tonight?” she asked.
“We should,” he agreed.
They had another quickie in his office, and Pamela fed him the lunch she brought in. When she left, she passed Jayden, he eyed her. She rolled her eyes.
When Pamela got home, Jordan was calling. “Hello?” she asked.
“Hey. I’ve been thinking of you all day,” he said. She smiled. “Can you meet me for coffee in twenty minutes?”
“No problem.”
She went to change into a nice pair of jeans and a white tee. When she saw Jordan, he was looking so good, she couldn’t help smiling at him. They shared a hug and she ordered a caramel mocha. Bryan disapproved of such things still. But he left her alone about her pretty coffee. Now she did have a reason to be drinking it.
“Do you really love Bryan?” Jordan asked. She felt he was the only one she could be semi-honest with.
“I don’t know. Sometimes, I think I do. Sometimes, I think I don’t. But I want to stay. For our daughter. I had a two-parent family, and all of her siblings did. I want her to have that.”
“Understandable. But Pamela, if you’re not happy, what will that do for your daughter? Children recognize those things better than you think.”
She pushed her hair back. “I try to be happy with him. I really want to be. There was a time I was.”
“He was someone else’s husband. Someone else’s issue to deal with.”
“I think that’s why, Jordan. I can’t be happy being with him because of the way it happened. Because even after it, Heather was too damn nice to me about it. It feels weird to even call her by name now. I didn’t grow up calling her by name. But now if I call her Madrina or Ma or Mami, she gives me this look like ‘you took my husband, do you think I am still your godmother?’ I still feel like… Shit. Even when Bryan is so good to me. It should have been you.”
“It still can be, Pamela. You just have to decide what it is you want. I’m not going to say your love is all sexual. But when Bryan is an old man, what will you do with him? When his touches don’t turn you on anymore? When you’re still young and hot?” he asked, standing behind her, putting an arm around her, leaning down, his breath warm on her ear. She trembled, her eyes closing as she leaned into his masculine scent.