Don't Tell Daddy

by Jai Amor

  “What will you do when you’re thirty and he’s sixty and you’re at your peak, and he can’t even get a hard on for you?” he kissed her neck.

  She swallowed hard. This man was seducing her in a coffee shop. The last time something like this had happened, she’d wound up being choked. She needed to put a halt on this immediately. Who knew who was around or even if Bryan himself was in the area?

  “Please stop,” she croaked out.

  “I can give you what you need when he can’t, Pamela; and I can guarantee you it’s every bit as good. I can make you feel me in every fiber of your being.” He kissed another piece of her flesh. His lips on her neck sent her every cell burning. “I’m young with you. You wouldn’t have to worry about me not being able to get it up for you. In twenty years, I still could. You wouldn’t have to worry about people asking whether I was your father.”

  “Jordan, I’m married.”

  “What does that mean? Your marriage is not real, Pamela. You don’t even know if you love your husband.” He kissed her lips softly.

  “My marriage is as real as anyone else’s. I love him,” she decided, hopping up. “I… I have to go.”

  Pamela pulled away from Jordan, fighting the urge to allow him to continue touching her.

  Her legs were the consistency of Jell-O as she left the coffee shop and went home to start preparing for Bryan to come home. She was paranoid that she might smell like Jordan, and so she took a shower. Damn that man.

  Bryan was happy to see Pamela when he got home, and she tried to be cool about her day after leaving his office. But as she had sex with Bryan, all she could think was this ain’t love. But what could she do when she wanted to give their child a family?

  Love Is Blind

  Pamela was excited to go on her date with Jordan. Her husband was at work, and her daughter was still with Bryan’s mother. She took her time, picking out something nice. If it hadn’t been so cold outside, she’d have worn a dress. Instead, she decided to go with a pair of black trousers and a cream shirt. She didn’t have any cleavage showing, knowing Jordan would appreciate that she wanted to look classy for him.

  She pulled on a pair of black pumps and she took her time with her hair. She pulled on a few little pieces of jewelry and gave herself a final look before grabbing her clutch.

  The doorbell rang, and she opened the door to find Jordan there.

  “You look really nice,” he told her, taking inventory of her, offering her a smile and his hand.

  “Thank you.” Her cheeks flushed and her lips curled slightly up as she slid her wedding band off with her thumb and placed her hand in Jordan’s.

  He took her to a restaurant on her side of town, and they got cozy. The way it felt to be with him… It made her want to leave her husband; but when she saw her daughter, it made her want to stay. She didn’t know what to do.

  Jordan leaned across the table and he kissed her. She couldn’t help returning the kiss, losing all sense of time and place, only being in the moment. Her palm found its way to Jordan’s cheek, every part of her being yearning for him.

  When the kiss broke, he looked at her and smiled, pushing her hair away. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

  “Thank you for asking me.”

  When the date ended, Pamela was still having butterflies. She had just lied in her bed, smiling, thinking about it. When her husband came home, she looked at the clock, alarmed to find it was 6:30 and she hadn’t even started dinner.

  Bryan came into the room, and he leaned down and kissed her, letting her know that he was in a pleasant mood. Good.

  He took her hands in his, seemingly happy to see her, but then his smile faded as he looked down at her left ring finger. “Where is your ring, Pamela?”

  She looked down at her finger. Shit. Why hadn’t she put the thing back on?

  Her mind tried to come up with plausible excuses. “I was washing the dishes earlier, and I just forgot to put it back on,” she answered, relieved when Bryan seemed to believe her.

  “Well, put it back on.”

  She got up and found her ring. When she slipped it on, her feelings changed, suddenly feeling her with anxiety. She had never imagined the day an object would have so much power over her.

  Bryan pulled Pamela close to him, no idea of what was in her head. He was just glad that they would get some alone time tonight. “How come you didn’t cook?”

  This man was in a really good mood, and Pamela didn’t care why. She was just glad that he wasn’t angry because she hated arguing with him.

  “I was just lying here thinking of you and I lost track of time,” she said, and she leaned down and kissed him softly.

  “Let’s go and have dinner.” He lifted her up. “What do you want for dinner?”

  “I don’t know. Something quick. I’m not really in an ‘out’ mood.”

  Bryan nodded, and he took her to Wendy’s, still insisting they eat inside. Deciding to compromise with the man, Pamela reluctantly agreed and sat at a small table waiting for her husband to order their food.

  When they got home, Bryan pulled Pamela to shower with him, and he lifted her and put her against the wall, rubbing the tip of his head against her clitoris. Moaning, her eyes drifted shut.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She loved him. This, she was sure of. She just didn’t always like him. She wasn’t in love with him the way she had believed she was.

  For the first time, Pamela realized that maybe Carmella was right. Maybe Bryan was her only mistake.

  From that mistake, though, came something beautiful. From that mistake came her daughter, and she had no regrets regarding Pilar. However, if she could go back and do it all again, even knowing in the end she would have Pilar, she would have covered herself and allowed Bryan to excuse himself from that bathroom. She would have stayed with Elijah. She would not have aided in the destruction of her best friend’s family.

  Bryan looked up at Pamela, seeing her eyes closed. He remembered a time when Pamela was always interested in watching him, and these days it seemed she was emotionally and mentally detached from an act that used to be so passionate and beautiful.

  He let her down, turning her around and wrapping his arms around her as the water cascaded down their bodies, kissing her shoulder. “Who do you think of when I’m inside of you?” he questioned, causing her eyes to pop open.

  Pamela looked over her shoulder into Bryan’s face, thrown off by the question. “I think of the man who is inside of me.”

  “Why do you keep your eyes closed now?”

  Frowning and with a pounding heart, Pamela slowly removed Bryan’s arms from her body, reaching for her sponge. “I suppose the same reason I close my eyes when you kiss me, Bryan.”

  He accepted the answer, reaching past her for the soap. For the duration of the shower, no words were spoken and the moment Bryan touched her, Pamela backed away from it.

  The next morning, they headed to the airport. She was happy when they got in their cabin, and they reminisced on their last trip. He pulled her top off and got down on his knees, kissing her stomach, pulling at her jeans. She moaned from anticipation and held his head, her head back. He pulled her jeans down and she slipped out of them.

  As Pamela lay in the seat, he marveled at her in the lingerie. He could look at Pamela for hours on end, just content. He kissed her, leaning over her, his erection pressed against her leg.

  Running his fingers through her hair, Bryan broke the kiss and looked at her. “Are you happy with me?” he asked. She nodded. “Answer me, Pamela. Use your words.”

  “Yes, I am happy with you,” she managed, her voice wavering a bit.

  He nodded and he kissed her neck, moving down. His wet tongue traced over her flesh, her fingers in his head. But this sex didn’t feel as wild and free as the first time, and they got completely naked this time. She just wasn’t into it. It just didn’t feel as good as it used to.

  She was thinking of Jordan, and s
he was so fortunate she didn’t call Bryan his name.

  He lay beside her and kissed her lips. She held him as she fell asleep, her head buried in his chest.

  ***

  Bryan had had meetings the first three days of the trip. But now he took Pamela shopping. He told her everything he liked and what he didn’t like. She looked good in pretty much everything that she tried on.

  He took her to the Eiffel 58, the restaurant in the Eiffel Tower. Getting reservations for this place took some serious planning and getting this window seats, he had planned this trip more than a year ago. His business trip just coincidentally fell in time with it.

  Pamela stared out of the window, not even noticing that Bryan was watching her until he spoke. “Are you okay?”

  “Just wish we had brought the baby.”

  “Maybe when she’s old enough to appreciate it, we can bring her. What would our picky daughter even eat while we’re here?”

  That coaxed a little laugh out of Pamela and she picked her fork back up. “I’m sure we could find something.”

  When they left lunch, she wanted to go back to the suite and lie down to call home and speak to her baby. Pilar seemed to be enjoying herself. She was having cookies with Carmella, who went to pick her up. “Stister ma hewe,” she told her mother, meaning Heather.

  “That’s nice sweetheart. Did she make the cookies?”

  “Yep. Good.”

  “I know they are. Mommy will see you tomorrow.”

  “Otay.”

  They hung up the phone, and Pamela lay down, ready to go to sleep, but Bryan wanted to have sex. Although she didn’t feel like it, she gave in to him, staring at the ceiling the entire time, not even pretending for his benefit that she was interested in the erotic act.

  When he finished with no participation on her part, she lay on his chest, slowly feeling depression settle deep inside her again.

  What would she do when he was old and she wasn’t? What would she do when she was thirty and her husband almost sixty?

  She told herself that she’d still be in love. Bryan took care of himself. When he was sixty, he’d still look good. He’d still be healthy. He’d still be able to keep up with her. Even if he had to pop pills to do it.

  A part of her shuddered at that last thought. She didn’t want a man who had to take pills to get his dick hard for her.

  She snuck out of bed and went to call Jordan. She was going to stay with her husband until their daughter was out of the house. But she wanted Jordan and she wanted him badly.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Jordan. Um… I was thinking about you.”

  “I like to hear,” he said. She could practically hear his smile. “I was thinking of you too.”

  “Can I see you tomorrow?”

  Throwing fidelity to the wind, Pamela no longer cared. She was going to stay with Bryan for the sake of their child, but she was going to enjoy the privilege of indulging in a man she wanted. She was allowing her affair and no longer cared to resist it.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  Her stomach got butterflies just from that one word, “baby”, and she smiled. “Where do you want to go?” he asked.

  “Wherever you want to take me. I just want to see you.”

  Busted

  When she got home, Pamela picked up her daughter and took her home. Pilar was happy to see her mother and threw her arms around her. “Hiiii Ma,” she sang, holding Pamela’s face with the widest grin on her face.

  “Hello my little sunshine,” Pamela returned, kissing Pilar’s forehead as she thanked her mother-in-law.

  Taking her daughter home, Pamela listened to the baby’s chatter as she drove, engaging with her as she thought about seeing Jordan later.

  In the house, Pilar immediately began to shed her layers, leaving her coat and shoes in the middle of the floor for her mother to deal with as she ran to her toy room.

  Pamela could just about kill their families for giving the baby so much shit that they had to devote their whole den to contain it all.

  While Pamela was picking the baby’s coat and shoes up, Jada called her. “Hello?”

  “Hey. I’m free today. I can pick up Pilar.”

  “Pilar, do you want to see Jada?”

  “Stister!” Pilar ran into the front room with toys in her hands.

  Pamela didn’t even know why she bothered asking. Pilar wanted to see Jada at every opportunity. She asked for her all the time and Jada was guilty of spoiling her baby sister with everything Pamela had to say no to for her own sanity.

  “I take that as she does. I’ll get her ready to go.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  Pamela got her daughter ready to go. When Jada picked up Pilar, Pamela got ready to go. Now she didn’t have to tell her daughter Jordan was just a friend and they couldn’t tell Bryan.

  Time flew and the next thing Pamela knew, Jordan was knocking at her door. Barely able to contain herself, she rushed to the door, her lips tilted up, her eyes alight with excitement as she threw her arms around him.

  Jordan kissed her right there in the doorway of her house and he took her to his car. Glancing over at Pamela, Jordan pulled out of her driveway and took her to his place, taking her hand and leading her inside, helping her out of her coat.

  Pamela looked around. It was a nice sized house and it was simply decorated. Everything was clean and spotless white. “You want pop or something?” he asked, placing a small hand on her back, gesturing to the sofa.

  “No, thank you.”

  They sat, and he moved closer to her, his scent overpowering her. She looked up at him, and he was watching her eyes. “I’m married,” she whispered, making one last attempt to allow Jordan to make the conscious decision to carry on this affair. She was decided for herself.

  “No, you’re here,” he told her, kissing her lips softly, lifting her chin, gradually deepening it. His fingers trailed down from her shoulder to her waist, leaving tingles across her flesh as he lingered on the curve of her hip.

  She felt her ring sliding off and to the carpet, her eyes locked on Jordan. There was no place she’d rather be than here.

  As Jordan kissed her neck and started undoing her belt, she watched his hands, and her body ached for him. She knew that he could set her on fire in a way she hadn’t been in such a long time. He could bring her to a heaven she knew she would probably never see.

  His fingers glided down her blouse, undoing buttons along the way. Taking in the sight of her perky breasts, he unclasped the front-snapping bra and freed them, lowering his head.

  She moaned, her hands moving to his crotch. He was already rock hard, and she wanted to feel him inside her.

  “Jordan, please,” she begged. He looked at her and smirked.

  “You’re my oven right now and if I don’t preheat you, nothing will come out right,” he whispered.

  “I’m hot enough.”

  “You can get hotter,” he promised, moving down to kiss her belly button, his tongue flicking against her belly ring.

  She moaned in anticipation, arching herself towards him. He placed his hands on her sides. “Have patience, Pamela,” he said. She looked down at him, taking his time with her pants, his forearms caressing her inner thighs with every move making her want to spill over.

  He kissed her again, and she closed her eyes. Jordan’s touches were so gentle. It just made her want every piece of him that he was willing to give.

  He kissed her neck, moving his hand to her heat, rubbing. She was already soaked through, on the edge of orgasm. One more touch and she was through.

  He pulled her lacy boy shorts aside and spread her legs, taking inventory. He stuck a finger in, and it came out completely coated. She was turned on to see him suck it clean, imaging him burying his face deep between her legs. “It’s sweet,” he mumbled.

  Jordan got up and turned on Vixen by Miguel. She was captivated watching him sing. He motioned to her, and she got up, still in her heels and just her panti
es and bra. “Dance for me,” he whispered on her neck.

  She swayed her hips in time to the music, his hands on her hips, her eyes closed, leaning against him. Her arms slid up and around his neck as the music carried her, feeling his desire poking her back.

  Pamela moved away, turning towards him, running her fingers through her hair, lifting her arms, wanting to seduce him and turn him on in every way. She licked her lips, letting him see her tongue ring. She wound down low and turned her body to give him a view of her ass as she wound back up.

  Her bra fell to the floor, and she danced for him still as the next song began to play, Ride by Somo. She moaned softly as Jordan’s hands caressed her thighs, his warm lips brushing against the nape of her neck as he sang.

  Jordan took her around the waist and kissed her again, his erection pressed against her stomach. His lips briefly met with her chin, making a path down to her neck. His fingers moved slowly up her skin, playing with the her waistline before pulling her panties down. She stepped out of them and he laid her on the couch, opening her legs. He climbed over her, his erection against her lips. The fabric against her caused a friction, and she moaned.

  Jordan captured her mouth in hot kisses, her arms sliding around his neck. He moved down and sucked her neck, moving lower, giving her breasts equal amounts of attention. He sucked on her stomach, leaving a hickey. He kissed the tattoo she had gotten on her hip of a sugar cane in honor of her name meaning “all sweetness.”

  He lowered his head and pushed back the folds of her outer lips, going straight for her clitoris, grazing it delicately. His tongue followed suit, pressing into the sensitive bud as he slowly pushed a finger into her, making her back arch, her hooded eyes watching him.

  “Mm, Jordan,” she moaned, feeling breaths escaping her lungs in a frenzy, allowing herself to be lost in the pleasure.

  It wasn’t long before she came and Jordan plunged his tongue into her, taking every ounce of her cum as it came down her sugar walls, not giving any a chance to seep out and escape. “Oh God, Jordan!” she called out, her fingers in his hair.