by Sha Jones
“Hello beautiful,” he answered.
I immediately started smiling. This man’s voice set my soul on fire. I didn’t know if I was just vulnerable or what. Usually, I would think that these types of compliments were corny coming from a man that I didn’t know but Darius was different.
“Hey,” I answered in a girly tone.
I felt silly for that, but I could barely control myself. I then got a little serious and took a deep breath.
“Darius, I have something to tell you.” I took another deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m married.”
We were both silent and he finally spoke
“Okay,” he sighed.
“But it’s not all that great,” I immediately interrupted before he could speak.
I didn’t want to give up that easily. Hell Michael and I weren’t getting along and his behavior was getting crazier every day, so it’s not like I was trying to play him for no reason. I kept trying to defend my situation, hoping that he would understand.
“I mean, we haven’t been getting along. He just invited me out to get some food but I declined. He’s not the same man that I’ve known for ten years.”
Darius sighed again and said, “Wow ten years? You guys have some serious history. I don’t want to come between that and I don’t want to cause problems in your home.”
Without realizing it, I raised my voice and yelled, “But you won’t!”
‘Oh goodness,’ I thought to myself.
I hope he didn’t think I was some maniac for that out like that. He was silent for a while and finally he said, “Okay Tiffany, I’ll just take your word for it.”
A wide smile crept over my face. I was expecting him to hell no and hang up in my damn face. With the way he responded to my situation, I knew that he would’ve left my ass standing in the parking lot looking stupid if I would’ve told him that last night. I guess Michael decided to sit down and eat by himself because he never returned, but I was fine with that because that gave me time to get to know Darius. The more we talked on the phone; I started learning a lot about him like the fact that he was a single successful doctor. I also found out that he was a very funny guy. There would be times in our conversation that he would say something and I would laugh so hard that I had to hold my stomach. Darius definitely brought some relief to my life and that’s just what I needed. It was nice to be able to sit on the phone with the opposite sex and feel comfortable. I didn’t feel like I had to give up sex. He was on the same level that I was on. We both just wanted a good conversation and that affection. I was hoping that this would last forever because it felt so good. It was like a breath of fresh air. It was new and that’s what attracted me.
After hours of talking to Darius, I heard the key jiggling in the door. I didn’t want Darius to know why I was rushing him off the phone so I politely said, “Hey is it okay if I call you back? I have to handle some business.”
He said okay I hung up and quickly put my phone on the dresser.
“Tiffany!” Michael yelled up to me.
I rolled my eyes and went downstairs.
“What took you so long?” I asked as I looked in the bag trying to see what kind of food he bought.
“I sat down and ate. You never did tell me what you wanted, so I brought you some Chinese food. Can’t go wrong with that,” he smiled.
I smiled back and took the food out the bag. I noticed it was a little cold, but I chose not to complain.
“So how are you feeling baby?” Michael asked as he ran his hand across my face.
‘Here we go with this off and on lovey dovey shit,’ I thought to myself.
“I’m fine. How are you feeling Michael?”
He through his head back and responded, “To be honest, I’m tired as fuck; work has been kicking my ass. It’s like there’s not enough hours in the day. Dealing with these crazy motherfuckers isn’t easy.”
I could hear the stress in his voice. I started to wonder if I was being too hard on him. I knew for a fact that his job wasn’t easy. I didn’t respond. I just held my head down and ate my food. After dinner, I washed dishes. While cleaning the kitchen counter, I felt Michael’s hands rubbing on my body. I closed my eyes and instantly forgot where I was. He lifted my gown up slowly and started caressing my ass. He starting massaging and slapping it, my pussy then started throbbing like it had a pulse. He bent down and softly kissed my ass. I leaned closer towards the cabinet and poked my ass out ready and waiting for whatever he was going to give me. I didn’t have any panties on so it was easy access. He then spread my ass cheeks trying to get to my pussy. Suddenly, I felt his wet thick tongue inside of me. I could feel my cum starting to drip out all over his face. His tongue absorbed every drop like a sponge. My knees were starting to buckle as he flickered inside of my body.
Before I knew it, my thighs were clamped so tight on his head that I thought I was going to accidentally suffocate him. After he pulled his tongue out of my pussy, he began tongue kissing my clit. The shit felt so good that I wanted to beat on the counters. When I thought shit was going bad between us, he would pull me right back in. It’s almost like his timing was perfect. All of a sudden, he stopped. I wanted to take his head and shove it back between my cheeks but like a good girl, I decided to wait and see what else he was going to surprise me with. Without warning, he stuck his fingers inside of me. I let out this moan that I wasn’t even familiar with. He played with my pussy like keys on a piano. When he pulled his fingers out, he ran them across my lips. I started licking and sucking my juices off of his finger. I sucked on his shit like it was the real deal. I then started kissing on him and sucking on his bottom lip. I moved down to his neck. I slowly moved toward his abs and kissed all six bumps until I made it all the way to his dick. I began licking on the head. He threw his head back and grabbed my hair. I licked around it like an ice cream cone. I licked all the way down to the base and slithered my tongue back up to the head of his dick and stuck all ten inches of his dick in my mouth. It was so deep in my throat that, I almost gaged. It felt so good to him that every time I pulled away, he would shove his dick further down my throat. I sucked him like the both of our lives depended on it. I could feel the veins on his dick with my tongue.
He quickly pulled it out of my mouth and laid me on the kitchen table. The force of his dick was so powerful that my body almost went into shock. His shit was so strong that he could lift weights with it. With every stroke, he grunted. He looked me dead in the eyes and I knew exactly what he wanted to say. We’ve always had this unspoken bond that we didn’t need to verbalize. It’s like he was looking right through my soul. Michael snatched me from the table and laid me on the floor. He held me close and dug his dick into my body. Out of nowhere, I started crying. I could no longer hold in what I was receiving from my husband. He kissed me passionately as we made love. After more than a few strokes, I felt this warm sensation in my body and Michael’s body went limp. We were breathing heavy and the sweat from Michael’s face was dripping down on my body like pouring rain. He laid on me and put all of his body weight on me almost smothering me. He then lifted his head up and looked me deeply in the eyes.
“I love you,” he said in a serious tone.
I stared back at him and replied, “I love you too.”
We ended the night with a long passionate kiss. We lay on the kitchen floor almost all night until my back started hurting. Michael was sleeping peacefully like he was laying on a king sized bed. I tapped his chest and woke him up and we went upstairs and got in bed. Lying in Michael’s arms was very comforting. The sex was just what I needed. I was tired of rubbing my clit and touching my body. I wasn’t sure if this was a sign that I needed to work things out with my husband instead of trying to find attention in another man or what. I mean, although I was thinking that, there was still something about Darius that I couldn’t shake. I didn’t want to just cut him off because I knew that at some point, Michael, would start mistreating me soon.
Chapter 18
The next morning I woke up to go to the bathroom and as soon as I stood up, I almost lost my balance. My legs were sore as fuck. I guess all that bending over last night caught up with me today. Michael and I use to make love every single day, so I didn’t have this issue, but now that I was barely getting it, I started realizing how out of shape I was. My pussy was still throbbing but as weird as it felt, I still liked the feeling. The sex was so good last night that it was enough to last me for the whole week. Michael wasn’t home, but I knew he wasn’t working on a Sunday. I called him but he didn’t answer so I figured he was at the gym. I went through my call log and noticed that I had a missed call and text from Darius. I read it and smiled. Michael fucked me good last night, but I still had Darius on my mind.
Moments later, I heard the keys jiggling in the door from downstairs. I rushed and greeted Michael at the door with a kiss. I smiled and as I turned to walk towards the living room, he smacked me on my ass. I just didn’t get it. One minute you would think he didn’t know me and the next minute, he was so in love.
“Where is all this coming from?” I asked.
He smiled and responded, “All of what?”
Massaging the booty cheek that he had slapped I said, “You’re acting differently. You’re doing things that you haven’t done in a while.”
He just kept smiling. It was like cupid came and shot him in the ass.
“I don’t Tiff. I just know that I haven’t been giving you the love you deserve. I’ve been so busy with work that I didn’t realize that I was neglecting you or your needs as a woman.”
I was pretty amazed that he even acknowledged the fact that he’s been treating me like a stranger especially since he was the type to mask his emotions. Maybe he knew that I was starting to slip away from him. Whatever was making him come to his senses was working.
“What would you like me to cook for dinner?” Michael asked as he walked to the kitchen.
“Baby you don’t have to do that right now.”
Without turning to face me he replied, “Yes I do and plus I want to.”
I really didn’t know what I wanted to eat right at the moment. It was still pretty early so if I was going to put something in my stomach, it would have to be light. Michael pulled out a large steak from the freezer and sat it on the counter. He went to the pantry and grabbed a can of corn and green beans. He was actually a great cook. He could’ve been a professional cook if he wanted to. I stood in the kitchen watching him gather ingredients. It reminded me of when I was a child and I would stand next to my mother or my grandmother while they cook. Sometimes, I would help out. My mom would even let me lick all of the cake mix out of the bowl. Without warning, Michael walked past me and went upstairs. Minutes later, he called me up. I followed the sound of his voice to the bathroom. He stood there with his shirt off and with a serious tone he said, “Get in.”
I looked over and noticed that the tub was filled with water. It was so full of bubbles that I thought the tub would overflow. By this point, I was so overwhelmed. Michael’s sudden change was a lot for me to take in. I thought it was strange that the minute that I found a guy friend to talk to, he swoops in and sweeps me off of my feet all over again. If I had doubt about loving my man, he was definitely reassuring me that there was still love there. Michael starting undressing me; while I was standing there naked and vulnerable, he stepped back and examined my body. He ran his eyes over every inch of my body. I felt like the statue of liberty. The balls of his fingers were soft like feathers and it made my body quiver every time he ran his finger over my shoulder blade. He held my hand as he directed me towards the tub. I stuck one foot in and the rest of body oozed down into it. Michael left the bathroom and seconds later returned with a bottle of Chardonnay and a wine glass. This man was on point today and I loved every bit of it. He poured my wine and as he handed it to me, gave me a kiss on the forehead. I was on my second glass of wine when Michael returned with a bath sponge and a large towel.
“Stand-up,” he said as he squeezed body wash soap into the sponge.
He began washing my back in a circular motion like he was washing down a brand new Mercedes Benz. He moved down to my ass and kissed it gently. His lips were wet from the water that was dripping down my body. My nipples began to harden and I had chills. I spread my legs and Michael and hand washed my pussy. I knew what he was trying to do, but I damn sure wasn’t going to stop him from playing with me. I wanted him to pull me out of that tub while I was still wet and fuck the shit out of me but instead he teased me. When Michael was done bathing me, I stepped out of the tub and into his arms. He dried every inch of my body and carried me to the room and laid me on the bed. I was surprised to see rose pedals on the bed because they weren’t there when I first walked into the room.
“When did you have time to do this?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
“I had them in the car and while you were in the tub, I went downstairs to get them,” he replied with a smile on his face.
While on my stomach, Michael reached for a pot. He dipped his hands in it and rubbed my back. That’s when I realized that it was hot oil. The shit felt so amazing that I almost fell asleep while he was caressing my body. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at the spa. Michael pressed his hands down in my back giving me a deep tissue massage. Most of the time, he worked on my ass. I didn’t know what his obsession was with my booty but I loved it.
After an hour massage, Michael went downstairs and returned with a red silk robe in his hands. My eyes got wide.
“When did you have time to get this?” I asked in the same tone I did when I saw the rose pedals.
He smiled again and said, “I got that out the car too.”
I laughed and shook my head at him. He was the man today. This was the first time that he’s ever treated me like this. I was just praying that he would continue to stay romantic. After I slipped into my new robe, I felt rejuvenated. I felt like I was in new skin. The smell of food immediately hit me when I went downstairs. I went to the kitchen and saw three pots on the stove. In each pot there was something different. Michael cooked, corn, green beans and rice. I opened the oven and there was steak with gravy on it in a pan. The food made my mouth water. I was so proud of what Michael had done. One bite of the steak made me close my eyes and daydream. It was juicy and tender. The entire meal was delicious and I was full as hell. Michael had even put the leftover food away and washed the dishes. I sat at the bar and kept him company until the entire kitchen was clean. He then directed me to the living room. I lay in his arms and we watched movies until day turned into night and I dozed off to sleep.
Chapter 19
When I opened my eyes, the room was full of sun light. I looked around and realized that I was in bed. I must’ve been extremely tired because I didn’t remember how I got from the couch to the bed without noticing. Michael wasn’t in bed, I figured he was off to work by now. The first thing I did was reach for my phone. I looked at the screen and had fifty six missed calls and they were all from an unknown number. They did something different this time and left me a voicemail. My world instantly turned dark again. My phone was on silent but I didn’t remember turning the ringer off. Michael must’ve done it while I was in the tub, so that I would have no interruptions. My chest started getting tight the more I thought about what could possibly be on the voicemail. There was heavy breathing and a long pause as usual. I sighed and threw my phone on the bed. This person was playing mind games and it was working. It was sickening just to know that someone would be this fucking psycho. Who calls someone phone fifty six time I wondered to myself. This person obviously had no life.
Every time, I was feeling good, there would be something to ruin it. As I sat there thinking something crossed my mind that I had never thought about before. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I noticed that every time Michael was home with me, I would get these calls. I mean there would be times that I would get them when I wasn’t around him bu
t every time him and I were on good terms or make love, I would all of a sudden get a cluster of calls. I wasn’t sure if I was losing my mind, but something was telling me that not only did this person know my schedule but they knew my husband’s as well. The revelation was shocking to me. It was kind of making sense but then again, it could’ve been a coincidence. At this point, I didn’t know if the person was after me because of Michael or just harassing me for their own self pleasure. I started thinking about anybody that was connected to us in some way or any dispute him, or I might’ve had with someone but the only person that kept popping into my head was dead.
I picked up my phone and stared at the private call like as if I was waiting for a number or name to magically appear. I thought about every woman I knew but quickly blew it off. I knew that any girlfriend of mine would never do this shit to me. It takes entirely too much effort to do this. My thoughts soon became blank. I stopped sleeping with the gun under my pillow because every time I did, I would have these horrifying nightmares, so I put the gun in my drawer next to my bed. I decided to call Michael and talk to him about it. I could’ve waited until he got off, but we were doing good and I didn’t want to stress him with after a long day. I called his phone but it went straight to voicemail. I called two more times but each time I tried to get through, it went to voicemail again. I didn’t think the way I usually would when he pulled these types of stunts, so I quickly blew it off and decided to give it some time.