by N'Tyse
“What’s this all about, Calvin? You’re beginning to scare me.” I scrambled to figure out if I had done anything wrong, trying to find anything that would give him the wrong impression.
“There’s a car waiting for you downstairs, baby. I should expect to see the two of you in the next hour,” Calvin instructed. “There are some things that need to be brought back into focus.”
• • •
“I can’t say I’m not surprised.”
The pensive look on my husband’s face left me in a bit of a quandary.
He sat in our living room, casually in his lounger as the television played a chess tournament on one of the overseas satellite channels.
You see, my husband was an avid chess player when he was younger. He even made it to the national finals in high school. With chess players, they always think two or three steps ahead of their opponent. I always kept that in mind, even when I slipped up from time to time and had a few D.O.C.’s “off the grid,” so to speak. It was part of the reason I didn’t do it a lot; trying to outthink someone who loves to strategize damn near every aspect of his life can be damn near exhausting and not even worth the trouble.
That was why I found myself trying to figure out where his ice-cold demeanor came from. “What are you talking about, Calvin?”
“Out of all the ones that have been around over the years, this was the one that kept your attention the most.” Calvin smirked as he switched his gaze from me to Shawn. “I sure can pick them, can’t I?”
He was speaking in riddles and it was unnerving to say the least.
“You know, it confused me for the longest, especially considering he’s only been around you for the past couple of weeks or so,” he continued to monologue. “I saw a lot of potential in him from a business perspective, but never once did I think that he had the potential to replace me.”
“Calvin, he doesn’t—”
“What, he doesn’t compare to me?” Calvin cut me off, shutting me down almost immediately. “Obviously he does, since you called out his name while you were masturbating…something you swore only my name crossed your lips when you let yourself go when no one was watching.”
OH. SHIT!
He recognized the panicked expression on my face and I knew the situation was about to change drastically. His facial expression never changed, and his body language remained stoic. He had only been this way one time before, and that was when he found out about my sexual interest in women without so much as telling him. He caught me in the throes of passion with a woman who I had only meant as nothing more than a fling, but I was into my desires back then, regardless of the consequences.
Transparency…anything less than that was grounds for unspeakable retaliation. It was the one thing that was his deal-breaker. He had always told me about the women that he had interest in in the past. It wasn’t something I wanted to hear back then, and I almost resented him for it, but I also knew what I consented to because I loved him—I still love him.
He wasn’t perfect. He had a few slipups earlier in our marriage, also. We’ve survived all of that to come to this moment in time. The way he looked at me, I knew the one rule we agreed to after we had come clean with everything back then had been broken.
I didn’t tell him what Shawn represented. I never told him the reason why he had become a favorite in my stable.
Shawn reminded me of my husband.
It was an ugly truth I was not prepared to face, much less admit to the love of my life. The problem with that truth was I inadvertently screamed it out when I thought no one could hear me.
Except…he heard me. He simply never told me he had until now.
“Calvin, listen to me, we can get through this.” I tried to reason with him, knowing that it might be my last conversation before lawyers are involved in something extremely messy and contentious about a week from now. “I know I slipped, but believe me when I say that he is not you, baby. You have to believe that. Look into my eyes and tell me if I’m lying.”
“I know you’re not lying, baby, but you crossed the line that we established long ago.” Calvin continued his calm and collected responses. I think I would have been better off if he had blown up and thrown a tirade and broken some things or something.
However, that wasn’t Calvin. He was too measured for that.
The walls between us all were so thick you would need a laser to penetrate them. Shawn never said a word during the entire exchange, which was a smart move, to say the least.
“Here’s how this is going to go down,” Calvin finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of deafening silence. “You two are going to continue to do what you obviously do best, starting now.”
Shawn’s confusion showed quickly. “Wait just a minute! You’re forcing me to fuck your wife? What kind of sick, twisted game are you playing?”
“Oh, this is no game, Shawn, and there’s nothing twisted about it. I’ve known you two have been fucking since that night at the benefit.” Calvin shifted his focus as I saw his eyes narrow. “I didn’t get to where the fuck I am to have some snot-nosed wannabe get the drop on me. Why do you think I asked you to take care of my wife? I don’t make decisions unless I know how to control the pieces on the board, and I can—and will—control you until I see fit to no longer control you anymore.”
I didn’t expect this twist at all. It was the ultimate checkmate: either do what he wants or suffer the consequences.
He nodded at my acquiescing behavior, and continued speaking. “You’re going to fuck my wife, and you’re going to enjoy it. You’re also going to take the promotion that I am going to give you first thing in the morning so that you can have the freedom to fuck my wife without worrying about the financial shackles that limited you and forced you to fuck my wife in my house without my permission.”
“I didn’t do shit!” Shawn protested loudly. “You can’t blackmail me like this!”
“I don’t think you’re realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into, and no one held a gun to your head as long as you thought I didn’t know or care,” Calvin retorted. “The choice is yours. You can either take the promotion and the perk of fucking my wife, or you can refuse and I’ll have you blacklisted to the degree in which you’ll never work in the industry again. Your degree won’t be worth the paper it’s printed on.”
“Shawn, take the offer. You enjoyed fucking me, didn’t you?” I turned to him, trying to calm the wildness in his eyes. “It’s only until he calms down. Trust me, he’s just pissed at me, and he has every right to be. Go along with it, please?”
I didn’t know what came over me at that moment, but I dropped to my knees before he could protest further and took his dick out. He was half hard, which tipped me off that he wasn’t as opposed to what had happened. His mind might have been on one thing, but the way his dick got hard at my touch, his body was focused on another, and that was immediate pleasure.
He tried to act like he was not into it, even with Calvin watching the whole time. I heard Calvin call from behind me, “Fuck my wife, Shawn; you’ve been doing it this whole time. Show me how well you’ve been fucking her so I can see if the proposal I’ve suggested is worth it.”
I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue to capture the glistening evidence of his arousal. I circled my tongue around his head, spreading the salty nectar evenly over it before closing my mouth softly over the skin and gently circled my head to get a corkscrew effect. My tongue continued to dance and swirl, provoking a low growl from him.
Looking upward into his eyes, I suddenly opened wide and slowly worked the length of his shaft into my mouth. I gagged for a brief second because I hadn’t deep-throated him before, paused to regain my composure, and then bobbed back down. There was no way I was going to not take it all. I kept at it until I had his length completely engulfed and then released him. Gasping loudly, I looked over to my husband, who seemed to change his demeanor all of a sudden.
“Mmmm . . . I’d really like to fu
ck you.” I maintained eye contact with Shawn as my hand slid up and down his slick shaft. I looked back at Calvin and sweetly cooed, “Can I fuck him now, Daddy?”
His eyes were fixated on what I was doing to Shawn. I saw the smile spread across his face and realized that he had gone from being pissed to being aroused beyond words. He slowly shook his head, silently encouraging me to continue sucking Shawn off.
I tugged at his balls and gripped his slippery manhood aggressively with my other hand, slowly stroking him. I held my mouth open in front of my hands, teasing him to enter. He was too far gone to worry about the acrimony that preceded this lustful interlude as I pulled hard at his balls with each tug of my hands, causing him to rhythmically lunge forward into my face. Suddenly, I leaned forward and plunged his dick back into my warm mouth. My tongue danced around his girth as I slowly and softly worked it in and out of my mouth, making the entire length easily disappear down my throat.
I changed positions, getting on all fours to continue sucking and stroking Shawn, showing my ass to my husband in a deliberate attempt to get him to fuck me. I arched my back and gyrated slowly as my mouth worked around him. I quickened my pace as I felt Shawn’s hands grabbing the back of my head, letting me know he was close to coming. I continued to work him when I felt my pussy being probed by my husband’s fingers.
“Damn…Daddy, get it, show him how it’s done.”
Shawn saw Calvin mount me from behind and watched as my body trembled from his entry into my wetness. I tried with all of my might to expedite the inevitable and get Shawn to come, but Calvin’s movements, the sounds of his dick sliding in and out of me and my juices flowing with each stroke, and Shawn’s fingers in my hair pulling harder were more than I could handle. I braced for the overwhelming crescendo of a violent orgasm. I loudly informed my sexy men that I was going to come, sinking Shawn’s dick back in my mouth to stifle the screams that were sure to come. I shook violently and buried my face deeper into his pelvis as I felt the first wave of my climax rolling through my tightened legs. I cried out as I started to squirt.
“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!” I yelled after pulling Shawn from my mouth to breathe. “Shit, baby, get it!”
I heard Shawn moan again, deeply, his dick trying to take control of me. It felt like he wanted to wrest power over me away from Calvin and it added to his intensity. He suddenly lifted from me, pulling his dick from my hungry mouth, and I tried to focus again, pulling at him to come back to me. His eyes forced me to submission, hypnotizing my entire being. I wanted desperately to say something, anything to him, but my voice was taken from me, and I was breathless at the sight of him stroking his shaft, beckoning me to beg for it to plunge deep inside my walls.
I wanted him to come back to me so I could finish him, make him come for me, keep me in this blissful zone that I didn’t want to leave. He finally returned to me, slipping his dick back in my mouth. I suckled him deeply, hungry for more.
I felt my legs being forced wider as Calvin pulled out, but by then, I was completely at my hubby’s mercy to have him fuck me senseless. He grunted loudly as he slid back in, like a starved and cruel beast ready to gorge, pushing his dick against me, rubbing it over my pussy, getting it wet and slippery with my juices. Then I felt it pushing deep inside me, stretching my walls painfully. I looked back and saw his face, cruel and unyielding as I cried out with both pain and pleasure, grabbing my hips to push his dick deeper inside me.
Calvin was seconds away from erupting inside me as I continued to pump Shawn’s dick until he growled loudly that he was there. I welcomed his spurts as he sprayed all over my face, falling to his knees as the exhaustion took over. Considering we had gotten some extra fucking in before Samantha called earlier this morning, he was definitely done for at least the next few hours.
“OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKK!!!” Calvin bellowed as he came deep in my pussy. I felt every drop flow through my walls as he collapsed on top of me. He finally rolled off and moved to my side as I wiggled my ass against his slowly shrinking shaft.
“Give him the job anyway, Daddy, please? He’s worth the trouble, and he’ll treat me well, won’t you, Shawn?” I cooed again, staring in Shawn’s direction to get him to comply. “We don’t need those extra provisions, do we? It won’t happen again, Daddy, I promise, but he reminded me of you; you can’t deny that he doesn’t.”
Calvin nodded, unable to form a coherent thought. I looked over at Shawn and was greeted with a half-smile as he nodded to answer my question.
I planned one final move to bring this impromptu chess game to a close. It would be a game-changer; I had never stuck my neck out for any of my previous D.O.C.s before, and it was not likely that I would ever do it again, so I had to make this one count.
“I’ll be a good girl from now on, I promise.” I snuggled against my husband as he kissed my lips. I looked over at Shawn as he gathered his clothes to dress before looking up at Calvin again. “Don’t punish him for something I did, especially when you know it will make me happy and hungry for you more when you’ve helped another brother make it to where you are.”
My final plea began to have its effect as his body relaxed and I no longer felt the tension as he held me in his arms. “You’re lucky you’re so damn sexy, Nic,” he replied, kissing me again before turning his gaze toward Shawn. “But I wasn’t playing, youngster; you had better treat her right, or it will be the shortest promotion you’ve ever heard of.”
And just like that, the queen takes the pawn and the king in one swift and deft move.
Checkmate.
• • •
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MADISON
“Give it to me. Make me cum,” I had begged my husband. It didn’t do any good. I wanted him to go deeper and make me cum hard. I wanted to only want him and for him to only desire me at that moment. I wanted that newlywed fucking; that fuck that had me at work with a love hangover. Unfortunately, after twenty-plus years of marriage, he couldn’t deliver like he used to and I was so over him and my marriage.
I had known there was someone else; someone half my age, but I’d imagined he’d get tired of spending all of our hard-earned money on that toddler and make th
ings right with me.
“Baby, fuck me harder—make my pussy scream! I wanna cum all over your dick,” I moaned, trying to encourage him to do my pussy right. The harder he tried, wasn’t hard enough, and when his body jerked, I knew it was over. He came not even six minutes into it. I rolled my eyes. This was some ole bullshit, but I wondered why I even cared.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can lick your pussy if that’s what you want,” he said. I gave him a push to get off of me. He didn’t move fast enough.
“No, I don’t want you to eat my pussy, Kirk. I want you to leave Ashley and come back to our marriage. Since you have been fucking that teen, you don’t touch me the way you used to, and when you come at me with these pity fucks, it’s horrible!” I shot. He finally rolled off me.
“Madi, don’t start this shit again. I asked you for a divorce, but you refused to give me that. I love you too much to hurt you, Madi. I just want to move on. And I’m not excited to fuck you because I’m not into you anymore. Don’t you get it…I don’t want this anymore!” he grumbled. Right then, I had made a big-girl decision. I had to let that shit go. I had to accept that he and I had run our course, and it was no more Kirk and Madison.
“I’ll give you the divorce, Kirk, so I can be free to fuck men who want to fuck me. You and Ashley can live happily-ever-after for all I care, but it won’t be in my house. And you will tell your daughter the fucking truth about it all! You fucking left me!” I yelled and got up. I knew it was best, but I tried to hold on to something that didn’t want to hold on to me.
Kirk and I were over several years ago and I was too scared of what people would think to admit it. Now, I was done and ready to move on to someone else. I just didn’t know who, but I knew it was going to be someone other than Kirk’s tired, trifling ass.
Kirk and I were once a power couple. We owned businesses and had made an extraordinary life for ourselves, and then he goes and ruins it with a younger woman, who I know for a fact couldn’t suck dick better than me, because Kirk told me. Now he was playing sugar daddy to a twenty-two-year-old, gold-digging, black Barbie and that pissed me off.