by Candy Caine
“She works at night now. Perhaps it was an innocent drink between her and her supervisor, or maybe even a new client.”
“I’d love to have a supervisory relationship like that,” Michelle replied, smirking.
“Why? What was she doing?”
“She was practically giving this guy a lap dance. And his hands were nowhere in sight.”
What could I say to Michelle? Unfortunately the more she continued, the more uncomfortable I felt. Raven had lied when she told Wayne she was working that night. I gritted my teeth and thought, she was working all right—working hard at cheating. And what about the other nights?
“Look, I have to run,” I said. “It was nice bumping into you, Michelle.” And then I fled down the hall.
How long had my darling sister been cheating on Wayne? Had she ever stopped her partying ways at all? I had to admit, when it came to Raven, anything was possible. Not that her terrible behavior excused what had happened between Wayne and me. That was still wrong, no matter how you looked at it, but it certainly did make our crime less somehow. It also explained why she hadn’t needed to sleep with Wayne. She was taking her business elsewhere. Again, I wondered, what the hell was wrong with my sister?
I was angry—no, furious with Raven. She was hurting the one man I cared deeply for and couldn’t have. Wayne was a good person and didn’t deserve such betrayal. I wanted to run to him and tell him about her infidelity straight away. My head, however, told my heart it would be wrong and nixed the idea. Why hurt him even more with such awful news? No. I couldn’t do that. Wayne would have to find out about Raven for himself. I only hoped it was sooner, rather than later. In her own selfish way, Raven was playing havoc with all of our lives. That in itself was so terribly wrong.
The next evening, Raven walked into my apartment as cool as ever. I found it difficult to keep my tongue.
“Rochelle?”
“In the bedroom!” I called. I was folding laundry. And at that moment, the last person I wanted to see was my sister.
“I need to borrow a blouse to wear with this skirt,” she said as she entered the room. “I spilled wine on mine.”
As I pulled a blouse out of my closet, I wanted to ask if it really was wine. With only a little stretch of the imagination, I visualized how she might have soiled her blouse. I tried to remain quiet, but heard myself ask, “Need it for work tonight?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
That’s when I lost it and blasted her with both barrels.
“Come off it, Raven! What kind of job has you out at all hours of the night in clubs entertaining men?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked through narrowed eyes.
“Were you working the other night when a nurse from the hospital saw you at Devine’s?”
“Of course.”
“Doing what? Giving lap dances?”
“Rochelle, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“Maybe. But how about Wayne?”
“You didn’t tell him, did you?” Her face paled.
“No. Wayne’s a good man and deserves better.”
Relief quickly spread across Raven’s face, but soon changed to annoyance. “And of course, you would know,” she insinuated.
At that moment I hated her. How did she always seem to make me feel bad?
“Look, give me the blouse. I’m late.”
I handed it to her, wondering how she could hurt Wayne so easily, without any shame or guilt. As I watched her walk out of my apartment, I realized she hadn’t even thanked me.
I couldn’t sleep and could hardly eat. Knowing that Raven was cheating on Wayne was killing me. If he were mine, I’d never leave his side for a moment, let alone deceive him with other men. Eventually I knew Wayne would find out what my charming sister was up to. I couldn’t help but think that he must have had his suspicions already.
* * *
A week later, Wayne got a phone call from a very angry woman claiming to be the wife of Raven’s lover. At first, he thought she was just some kind of crazy calling the wrong number and hung up on her. However, when she called back with more damaging evidence, Wayne knew the woman was speaking the truth.
I’ll never know how he didn’t immediately confront Raven when she came home later that night. Instead, he decided to see for himself. The next evening, after Wayne came home from work, he called me and told me about the phone call he’d received from the angry wife. I wanted to rush right over to his apartment to console him, but comfort wasn’t what he sought from me. In fact, he had something quite different in mind.
The following evening when Raven left for work, Wayne followed her while I watched Ty. He later told me what happened. Remaining a safe distance behind her, he followed her into an apartment building. She got off the elevator on the fifth floor, but there were twelve apartments on that floor. There was no way for him to figure out which one she’d entered, so he was forced to wait for her to come out of the building before confronting her. As he waited, his fury grew. By the time Raven emerged, he was ripping mad. Because he didn’t want to get into a “he said, she said” situation in court when he applied for a divorce, he recorded what happened next.
“Raven!”
“Wayne! What are you doing here?”
“Unfortunately, I know what you’re doing here.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. Did you think I’d never find out?”
“I…I…”
“Wondering how I knew about this place?”
“Rochelle told you?”
“Your sister had nothing to do with this.”
Sobbing, Raven said, “I’m so sorry.”
“Not as much as I am.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“No. You’ve never been a good wife or even a decent mother.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Do I have to paint you a picture? I want you to clear out of the apartment by tomorrow night.”
“But where will I go?”
“Go back to wherever you just came from. I don’t really care.”
When he got back to his apartment, he was still shaking in anger. I’d never seen him so angry.
I listened to the recording. When Raven began to sob, it hadn’t been because she was remorseful. I knew her well. She wasn’t sorry for any of the hurt she’d caused. She’d just realized she was caught and tried to use tears to wriggle out of the net. Raven didn’t care one bit that she’d been caught cheating or was about to lose her son. All she cared about was having a place to stay.
Deep down inside I was happy Wayne threw her out. She deserved every bit of his wrath and then some. I was in love with him and this would bring him a step closer to me. I realized, however, that I had to be patient and wait. If he really loved me as much as I loved him, our time would eventually come.
The following evening I was startled by someone banging so hard on my door I thought it would break. It was my sister.
“Where were you?” she demanded the second I opened the door.
“At work.”
“I know that. You should have been home an hour ago.”
“I stopped at the supermarket. What’s up?”
“Don’t be cute. You know Wayne threw me out.”
I nodded.
“I need a place to stay until I can get back on my feet.”
“You can’t stay here. I’m not getting involved in what’s going on between the two of you.”
“But you’re my sister!”
“I know and I love you, but—”
“Whatever happened to blood being thicker than water?” she asked.
Before I could respond, her eyes became narrow slits and she spat, “It’s him, isn’t it?”
“Who?”
“You’re in love with Wayne.” I began to reply, but she continued, “You told him to leave me because you wanted him for yourself. I’ve always known it!”<
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“Listen to yourself. You’re ranting. Sure, I care about him. He’s a great guy, but I had nothing to do with the breakup of your marriage.”
“Yeah, right. Tell me another one, sis.”
“This is not about me. You cheated on Wayne and hurt him. And Ty? Have you given any thought to him?”
“Yeah, Wayne can keep him.”
I looked at her in disbelief. What kind of mother was she? Hell, she didn’t even sound human.
“Don’t look at me like that. Bill hates kids.”
“I take it Bill’s your lover. You’re willing to walk away from Ty because some guy doesn’t want him. What happens if things don’t work out between you and Bill? What happens if he decides to remain with his wife? You will have lost everything for nothing.”
“I don’t need this shit!” Raven snapped, and stormed out of my apartment.
I watched as she raced down the hall toward her own apartment, then took out her key to open it. I couldn’t help but smile when her key didn’t work. Wayne had had the super change the lock.
Raven rapped on the door. “Open this damn door, Wayne! I know you’re in there.”
When Wayne finally allowed her into the apartment, I closed my door. Raven was probably grabbing her things. I had no idea where she’d go now, and I didn’t care. She had turned into some terrible creature I hardly recognized.
* * *
Wayne asked me to come with him when he went to speak to a divorce lawyer. I agreed.
It was a simple process. Raven would receive a summons to appear in court. It could get sticky if my sister decided to contest it, but Wayne had the recording that proved Raven’s unfaithfulness and he’d play it in court, if necessary. As it turned out, my sister never even bothered showing up. The judge granted Wayne the divorce and complete custodial rights—not that he had any concern that Raven would challenge him for custody. She hadn’t been a mother to the boy from the start. I had gone to court with Wayne for moral support. We both left that courtroom relieved and extremely happy.
* * *
“I’m a free man,” Wayne said, taking my hand in his. We were sitting close together in a corner booth at an upscale restaurant in the Royal Hotel, where we’d also booked a room for the night. We’d left Ty with a neighbor in the building and driven into the city for a quiet dinner to celebrate the day his divorce became final.
“Yes, you are,” I replied, feeling the happiest I’d been in a long time.
“Will you marry me, Rochelle?”
I put down my glass of champagne and tenderly stroked the side of his handsome face. “There’s nothing in this world that would make me happier, but are you certain you want to jump from the frying pan into the fire? After all, you just got divorced.” I was teasing.
Wayne grinned and brought his face close to mine. “Uh-huh. That’s true. But I’m ready to jump in feet first.”
He covered my mouth with his. The kiss sent sparks throughout my body as I began to anticipate the pleasure that was to follow. Signaling the waiter, he motioned for the check.
After he’d paid, Wayne met my gaze. “Let’s go up.”
We walked toward the elevator holding hands. The doors opened and we stepped into an empty car. Wayne took me into his arms and kissed me. By the time the elevator reached our floor, we were both breathless. We got out of the elevator and walked to our room. He slipped the key card into the slot and when the green light came on, we stepped inside. The door had barely closed behind us before I was in his strong arms once more.
We kissed our way toward the bed. I could hardly believe all this was actually happening. My heart was slamming against the wall of my chest as Wayne slowly began to undress me. He removed my silk blouse and kissed the rising swells of my breasts, which ached to be released. A moment later, my bra was tossed aside and Wayne was suckling my nipple. My restless hands tugged at his belt.
Wayne stood straighter and opened his belt, then unzipped his slacks and stepped out of them. Next he opened his shirt and flung it aside. His cock, pushing through his boxers, looked primed and ready for me. Without taking my eyes off his beautiful body, I stepped out of my skirt and panties. He took his boxers off and we fell together onto the bed.
In one motion, I was in his arms. Wayne reclaimed my lips, crushing me to him. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through my body. I returned his kiss with the hunger I’d kept pent-up inside for so long. When his lips left my mouth to kiss my neck, my lips felt as if they’d been scorched. My senses practically short-circuited as he moved his mouth down my neck and kissed his way to one breast and fanned the other with his fingers. I raked his back with my nails as I felt him place one finger, then a second into me. It was as if I were melting from the inside out.
I wanted to feel his cock inside me now. I arched my back and lifted my body. My love juice was pooling around Wayne’s fingers. He removed them and nudged his engorged cock into me. I gasped in pleasure as he held my hips and pulled me in deeper. He kept on holding my hips as he moved me up and down his love stick. I licked his ear and kissed his neck as I felt an orgasm building within me. It was getting closer and closer with each stroke. I let myself go with abandon and cried out.
“That’s it, baby girl, let go,” Wayne murmured as he lowered me to the bed and pumped into me until he reached his own climax.
Drenched in sweat, we both collapsed in a heap. Wayne rolled over and took me into his arms. Holding me tightly, he kissed my face, my eyes and finally my lips.
“I love you, Rochelle.”
“And I love you,” I replied. “I promise never to let you out of my sight.”
He smiled down at me. “I’m a very lucky man.”
“I never thought you’d ever be free. You have no idea how much I prayed for this day.”
“But do you know what the best part is, Rochelle?”
I looked into his incredible blue eyes and shook my head.
“We have all the time in the world and the rest of our lives to share.”
TOUCHÉ
I love my wife. And I’m not just saying it in order to convince myself. No matter what I’ve done or will do in the future, I will always love Carrie, my long-legged, blonde, blue-eyed beauty. To me, she’s the epitome of womanhood—my very own Venus, tall with all the curves where they’re meant to be and the most perfect breasts I’ve ever held or tasted. My very own beacons to light the darkest of my nights. Sex with her has always been fulfilling and I consider myself a lucky man. However, as content and happy as I am with Carrie, there is a part of me that I keep hidden from her.
Every Thursday, while Carrie thinks I’m working late, I’m actually with Margo. Who might that possibly be, you ask, since I have professed such undying love for my wife? Margo. How does one describe her? Well, she’s half she-devil, half siren, but all tigress. She makes me sizzle and fills a certain need in me. Her silky mocha skin reminds me of brown sugar and tastes just as sweet, while her long thick hair is the color of a starless night. I love to run my hands through it. But it’s her dark eyes that enthrall me, for they gleam like glossy volcanic rock.
I never know what to expect when we meet. Margo tends to be mysterious and always has some new, exciting adventure planned. And when I fear she has finally outdone herself, she comes up with some totally outrageous scenario that leaves me breathless and completely in awe. Take last Thursday, for instance.
We had tickets to the theater. Margo gave me explicit instructions to wear my trench coat.
“But according to the weather report, there’s no chance of precipitation all week,” I protested, not wanting to have to drag the coat around if it wasn’t necessary.
“Jeremy, I know better. Trust me and wear the coat.”
Knowing my phenomenal mistress had something up her sleeve, I did as she commanded.
The play was a revival of My Fair Lady and the theater was packed. I took off my coat, folded it and placed it on my lap. Margo, looking ravishing as usual in
a clingy, short red dress that left nothing to the imagination, smiled and took my hand in hers. Halfway through the first act, she abandoned my hand and began to rub my prick. I had stopped wearing underwear on Thursdays long ago and felt her touch through my lightweight slacks as if she were directly touching my skin. In practically no time, she proceeded to drive me wild. Needless to mention, I walk around every Thursday half-hard just thinking about meeting Margo later on. I held the coat just so to obstruct the view of the elderly woman on my left. I’m certain had she witnessed what we were doing she would have had a stroke. Margo unzipped my slacks, unleashed my rigid tool and continued to stroke me.
Moments later, Margo whispered into my ear, “Don’t come yet. Hold your coat over your cock and follow me.”
We rose from our seats together and made our way out to the lobby and into the men’s room. I had some reservation about this, but luckily the men’s room was empty. Choosing the stall farthest from the door, she sat down on the toilet and took my entire cock into her mouth as she tugged on my balls. Within seconds, I let loose a jet of cum. In an attempt to swallow it all and not miss a drop, Margo wrapped her talented tongue around my spent cock and licked it until it glistened only with her saliva.
I started to zip up my slacks, but Margo stopped me and purred, “Haven’t you forgotten me?” She took my hand and placed it on her wet pussy.
“But how…?”
“Come on, quickly.” Her voice was dripping with excitement as she half dragged me from the stall.
A moment later she was sitting on the counter by the sink.
“But what if someone comes in?” I asked, nervously glancing at the door.
“They can watch.”
The thought of being caught in the act breathed new life into my cock, and by the time she had reached inside my slacks, I was ready for her. Her short dress had risen over her luscious, mocha thighs, revealing her clit and moist snatch. Feeling how wet it was, I guided my shaft into that glistening pussy. She let out a low moan as I slowly filled her. I grabbed her hips, moving them forward and drawing her closer. She began to rub her clit as I slipped my finger into her now accessible anus the way she liked. It was at that moment I thought I heard the door open.