Reserve My Curves: Your Husband Chose Me

by B. M. Hardin

  Me.

  Yes, I was going to use them, take their money, and in just a few months I was going to be gone and they were still going to have to deal with and face the fact that somewhere in their lives, homes, marriages, or bedrooms, something was still lacking.

  It was going to be sad when the wives realized that they had their husband’s physically; but mentally, sexually and emotionally…their husband’s chose me.

  He chose the big girl.

  Their husbands’ heart and dick would yearn for the woman that most of them probably looked down on, made fun of, or looked at as though they were better than them because they weighed less.

  But in the end, weight wouldn’t matter.

  And in the end, that was going to be their problems, not mine.

  They were still going to be pathetic and unsatisfied, while I was going to be happy and damn near rich.

  It all sounded pretty good to me.

  I headed down the hall to my room with a whole new frame of mind.

  It was time to show these men who was in charge.

  Just because they had the big bucks, I had the big butt, and they weren’t the ones running the show.

  I was.

  And it was time that they recognized that.

  There was a new bitch in town and from here on out, things were going to be a lot different behind the door of 313.

  Yep…it was time for these trifling so called men to pay…and what they couldn’t pay with money, later they would pay with misery.

  Let the games begin…again!

  ***

  “I love you,” the client said.

  I wanted to laugh aloud but I knew better than to do that.

  He didn’t love me; he only loved how I made him feel.

  Slowly, I rocked back and forth with his manhood inside of me.

  I allowed the muscles of my vagina to squeeze the life out of his penis, as his moans filled the air.

  He was one of my new married clients.

  He had been coming to see me twice a week for the past month and I was making sure that every single time I put it on him.

  After all he was flying all the way in from Florida.

  Oh yeah, he was good and whipped!

  From what he’d told me, he had been married for about five years.

  His excuse was that his wife only wanted him for his money and that having sex with her was like a punishment.

  He said that usually she laid there like a dead corpse and that half of the time he didn’t even get his rocks off, for lack of a better phrase.

  Oh, but when he came to see me, I made sure that he was satisfied…at least twice was my goal.

  I was going to enjoy knowing the sadness that he would feel on the day that he came looking for me, and I was nowhere to be found.

  He was surely going to be disappointed because my end date was right around the corner.

  And I had been sexing him real good too and had him giving me all his damn money.

  I couldn’t even begin to count the amount of money that I’d received in tips from him and a few other married men that I was giving the business to too.

  I had them giving me more money as a tip than the cuts that I received from Carmen for the services.

  By the time it was all said and done, I was going to be a set bitch, and I probably wouldn’t be going back to work for a very long time.

  I’d dropped my classes at the college.

  I figured that I could always go back and finish.

  I just didn’t have the time.

  My main focus was finishing out my days at the hotel and then I could figure my life out from there.

  “Damn, this feels so good,” the client said.

  He was right…it did.

  I tried not to enjoy it most of the time, but sometimes I just couldn’t help myself.

  Especially with him.

  The hook in his penis got me every time.

  My juices flowed and my body temperature started to rise.

  He gripped my waist, firmly, and I closed my eyes.

  I forcefully began to thrusts my hips in a circular motion, but he stayed with me.

  I found myself moaning and I knew that an explosive orgasm was right around the corner.

  He pulled me close to his chest and we continued to rock to an unheard beat and before we were both quite ready, we exploded together in unison.

  Rolling off of him, I waited for him to catch his breath and pull himself together so that I could change the sheets on the bed.

  Glancing at the clock, I only had about an hour before my next client was scheduled to arrive and I wanted to spend majority of that time, soaking in a hot bath.

  The client dressed and then approached me and poked out his lips for a kiss.

  Ugh…I am not your wife!

  What on earth made him think that I actually wanted to kiss him?

  But knowing that a huge tip would follow, I gave him one hell of a kiss, and just as I expected, he gave me one hell of a big tip.

  He left the room and I started to clean.

  Well, at least Carmen had been right about one thing.

  Married men do tip the best…

  Later that evening, I arrived home to find that Nolan was already there waiting for me.

  I was so exhausted but I still had other obligations.

  Though I was off for the next three days, I still had to tend to my motherly duties to Horizon and the baby, and I had to make sure that I showed Silas some attention as well.

  Silas was starting to pressure me for a wedding date.

  The truth was that I didn’t want to start planning until I was done with the hotel.

  That way I could start brand new and I wouldn’t have anything to hide.

  I’d told him that in less than three months I was going to be leaving the hotel for good.

  He’d said that he liked that idea and that he could take care of all of us.

  But the truth was that I didn’t need him to take care of me.

  I had so much money stashed in my closet that I was sure that with or without anyone, I was going to be fine for a while.

  I needed to find a way to get it in an account.

  I had no idea how I would be able to explain that much money.

  But anything could happen.

  Had that fire actually spread through the house, I would have lost all of the money that I had stashed at that time.

  Nolan smiled at me and started to get the baby and his things out of the car.

  As far as I knew, he was still teaching at the college.

  His family members helped him with the baby on the days that he had him.

  Everything was working out just fine.

  “How was work?” he asked me.

  His question caught me by surprise.

  I guess he figured that we might as well become well acquainted since we were going to be in each other’s lives for a very long time.

  Just as I opened my mouth to answer him, my phone ranged.

  “Hey baby,” I smiled.

  “Hey, baby. Are you off? Do you want me to pick up Horizon?” Silas asked.

  To date, I still didn’t know what he did all day but he did finally admit that he wasn’t a doctor.

  Though I’d known it for a while, to hear him say it made me feel like he was really starting to put his trust in me.

  He asked for my forgiveness for lying.

  He’d said that he had always wanted to be a doctor but all of his different investments had kept him busy for the last few years.

  He mentioned that he was caught up in stocks and other things but that was about it.

  He talked a while longer and stated that he would pick up Horizon, grab a movie and dinner and that he would be there shortly.

  Nolan followed me into the house carrying the baby and his things.

  I smiled as I looked at junior.

  He was starting to look less like Tia and more like his Nolan every day.

>   He was sleeping with a smile on his face and I grabbed my cell phone to take a picture.

  Nolan noticed and snapped a few pictures of his own.

  As he pretended to be focusing on the baby, I caught him checking out my body.

  Oh man, here we go.

  “So, I’ll be here to get him on Monday,” he said as I walked him back to the door.

  I smiled at him and he smiled back.

  Something told me to shut the door, but I guess I didn’t move fast enough.

  Before I had a chance to do anything, Nolan kissed me…and I kissed him back.

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  Chapter ELEVEN

  It was Horizon’s birthday and unlike the year before when I was broke and hadn’t even celebrated it, this year I’d gone all out.

  I had clowns, bouncers, princesses, cotton candy machines, ponies…everything.

  Anything that you could name was there and Horizon was having the time of her life.

  I was also happy because my sisters, their husbands and all of their kids were in attendance.

  It felt so good for us all to be together again.

  Life just didn’t get any better than this.

  I headed into the house to get some more sodas.

  “Envy.”

  Nolan was standing by the counter in the kitchen.

  Of course he’d been invited because of the baby, but the baby wasn’t the only one that he was there to see.

  Nolan and I had been screwing each other every chance that we could.

  In a way I felt terrible being that he was Tia’s son’s father but in another way, strangely, it kind of made me feel closer to her.

  I know that it sounded weird but for the life of me I couldn’t control myself when I was near him.

  I also felt bad for cheating on Silas.

  That man was so damn good to me.

  “Nolan, Silas is here. Everyone is here,” I said backing away from him as he inched closer.

  He didn’t say anything.

  He only smiled.

  Only inches away, he took his right hand and rubbed the outside of my thigh.

  Instinctively, I slightly moved my legs apart and he placed his hand under my dress and rubbed my awaiting pussy.

  As he caressed my clitoris, my juices soaked his fingers and I stared deep into his eyes.

  “Envy?”

  At the sound of my name, we both jumped and Nolan took the sodas out of my hand.

  He smiled at my sister and headed back outside.

  Josephine stared at me as she walked closer.

  I smiled as if I was innocent.

  “What was that?” Josephine asked.

  “What was what?”

  “That?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I turned my back to her and started to pick up things of the counter.

  “You two have something going on don’t you?” she asked me.

  I looked at her as if she’d insulted me.

  “No, why would you say something like that?”

  Josephine just looked at me.

  “Um huh, whatever you say. We all got secrets girl,” she said.

  Boy, ain’t that the truth!

  “Secrets? I don’t have any secrets.”

  “Humph, well, I guess you would be the first,” she said and helped me gather the rest of the things from the counter.

  Now I was curious.

  “Josephine, you have secrets? Yeah right,” I giggled.

  She grinned at me slyly.

  Josephine was such a plain Jane.

  Her secrets were probably something stupid.

  “Okay, you tell me one of your secrets, and I’ll tell you one of mine,” I bribed her as we walked towards the back door.

  She looked at me as if she was trying to figure out if she could trust me.

  She shrugged and then she said:

  “You’re not the only one sleeping with someone that’s been with one of your sisters. I’ve been sleeping with Sonni’s husband for years.”

  What!

  ***

  “Are you and my ex-husband still seeing each other? Do you ever think about the things that he used to do to me while he’s doing them to you?” Carmen asked.

  This bitch here just doesn’t stop!

  I knew that she was just trying to get under my skin but I wasn’t going to let her.

  “Nope. From my understanding, having sex with you was like having sex with somebody’s mother. Trust me our sex is on a whole different level. If I were you, I would get over it already. Just like he’d chosen her over you back then…your husband, well your ex-husband, now chooses me,” I said to her and walked away.

  That should teach her ass to mind her own damn business!

  Now, I had to get myself together.

  I was seeing a new client today.

  Carmen said that he wanted kinky and that he wanted the works.

  I hardly ever asked if they were married anymore, because it no longer mattered.

  I was hoping that he was sexy and spontaneous because I was in the mood to really get down and dirty.

  I’d been keeping a healthy distance from Nolan and Silas was sick with a bad summer cold for the whole three days that I had been off, so I was definitely in the mood for something that was going to make me feel good.

  I didn’t bother to put on a sexy maid outfit, since kinky was what he’d ordered.

  Instead, I put on a black laced thong, a matching bra, a rip it off of me short pink dress and some black Gucci, suede pumps.

  With handcuffs, a whip and a jar of peanut butter, I headed to my room.

  Hopefully he would enjoy my peanut butter trick.

  They all enjoyed the peanut butter trick.

  “So what do you want me to do?” I asked him.

  I could tell that he was nervous.

  I tried to rub his shoulders in hopes of relaxing him but he was still so tensed.

  He was fairly attractive so I was hoping that he loosened up soon so that I could see what he was working with.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked him again.

  He looked at me.

  He was hesitant for a moment but finally he spoke.

  “Well, for starters, bitch, I would like for you to stop sleeping with my husband,” he said.

  Wait a minute...

  What?

  To Be Continued…

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