Sending chills up my spine
He inserted two fingers into my pussy
I could feel my warm juices coming down
He had my pussy throbbing
Licking my ass while his fingers fucked me
That shit drove me crazy
I tried to bite down on my lip to suffocate my moans
But it was no use
I was like jelly in his hands
His fingers hit my spot over and over again
And his tongue stroked my ass hole over and over again
While I moaned uncontrollably like it was my acting debut
"Mhhhhmmmm...Ohhhhhh.....ahhhhhh"
The room steamed up from the temperature of the water
And from the temperature of our bodies
He stood up placing his hands on the wall next to mine, rubbing his dick between my legs, dipping his tongue in my ear, making me moan like crazy from the anticipation of feeling his thickness inside of me. “You want this dick baby?” he whispered in my ear as his tongue slithered in and out of my ear. “I know you want this dick,” he said as he quickly yanked my hair and pulled my head back, forcing his dick inside of me…forcing me to take his dick how he wanted me to take it.
“Keep your hands against the wall,” he demanded like he was a police officer, as he held onto a fist full of my hair.
His dick was so big...
…His dick was so good
My ass was arched as high as it could go
Taking back shots like I was the world record holder
He beat my pussy up like I had sinned against him
Fucked my pussy like I had committed a crime and he was taking me in
“Bend over!” he demanded as he pushed my head down while I continued to hold my hands against the shower wall. All I could see were my water drenched heels and his bare feet. My shoes were completely filled with water and every time I moved I could feel the water squish out of them, but Jerome was not stopping the pounding that he was giving my pussy.
He smacked my ass and the sound echoed through the bathroom. The water from the shower was raining down directly on the spot where his dick met my pussy, creating the slippery wet sound of wet flesh against wet flesh. I bit my bottom lip as I tried to hold on to the the shower wall that was now too wet to balance myself against.
My heels started sliding as I tried to hold on
As Jerome smacked my ass, grabbed my ass and fucked me to whatever beat was playing on the inside of his head.
“Gotttttt Dayuuumm…This pussy so good!” Jerome moaned as he grunted because he could no longer control himself. “Turn that ass around,” he said as he spun me around with my back against the wall and lifted my legs around his waist. I held onto his neck as he balanced himself, holding me up in the air trying to find his way back into my juicy goodness.
I stared into his brown eyes
His eyes cut low like he was in the zone
His face dripping with water
The tribal tattoo on his arms glistening with water droplets
Damn I love him, I thought
As he dipped his tongue in my mouth
The scent of vodka coming from his breath
Kissing me like he loved me too…
…Kissing me like he loved me more
My back slid up and down the wall as he pumped his dick in and out of me, whispering the dirty secrets that we shared.
“This pussy made me leave my wife…you know that right? I can’t wait ‘til you leave that nigga so I can give you this dick every night.”
“Mhmmmm, me too baby… I want to be with you every night,” I moaned between our kisses.
“Let me hear you say it…say you gonna leave him,” he instructed me to say.
“I’m gonna leave him,” I repeated as he licked and kissed on my neck.
“Say, ‘I’m gonna leave him for you Jerome’.”
“I’m going to leave him for you Jerome,” I repeated as my titties bounced up and down to the rhythm of his strokes.
He gave a slight smile like he was satisfied with my obedience
I held on to his neck as he bent his knees
Stroked my pussy
And fucked me until I couldn’t remember my name
Until I couldn’t remember how I had gotten to his house
Until I no longer knew who I was married to…him? Or Marcus?
It didn’t even matter
Only thing that mattered was that I was there with him
Getting the love that I needed…
…The love that I deserved
And I’d be damned if I didn’t get that love forever...
Marcus
Wednesday Night
“Listen…the money that’s in that account is all mine. Are you still going to put it in an offshore account?” I was sitting on the edge of my bed inside my bedroom, talking on the phone with my lawyer Michelle.
“Yes, but you can’t do it all at once or it will be too noticeable,” her smooth, feminine voice came through my cell phone.
“I want it all moved at once. I want to get this process started as soon as possible. Time is money,” I explained to her as I looked up at Naomi walking into the bedroom looking like she had just been through a hurricane.
“Alright, I will gather the documents that you will need to sign.”
“Good, let’s get it done. I have to go, but get me all the paperwork as soon as possible,” I instructed my lawyer, trying to end the conversation now that Naomi was in the room and had taken a seat on her side of the bed.
I hung up the phone.
The energy between Naomi and me was awkward and distant. It almost made me want to sleep in the other room.
“You can’t speak?” I finally said breaking the silence.
“Don’t start with me, Marcus. You were on the phone when I walked in.”
“You could at least announce yourself when you walk in,” I snapped at her.
I wasn’t really mad at the fact that she did not speak to me, I was more annoyed at the fact that she had snuck up on me and could have possibly heard my conversation. I realized that I was going to have to be more discreet with any business calls since Naomi was walking around like a gotdamn ninja.
“Oh, so you want me to announce myself the same way you DON’T announce yourself to me at the office?” she said in a real smart ass tone of voice.
“See, you always trying to be petty, that’s why we can never get nowhere,” I said getting up from the bed and looking at her.
“Petty? You started with me. It’s obviously better when you and I don’t speak to each other,” she said as she got up from the bed as well and headed toward the master bathroom with her thick, long hair looking like a matted birds nest, with her wrinkled navy blue dress, which was very unusual for her to be unkempt looking.
My wife was beautiful; almond colored skin, high cheekbones, hazel eyes, a super slim body like a brick house, but her attitude was so ugly I was starting to despise all of her. I hated even being in the same room with her, and our employees at the office were starting to sense the growing tension between us, hence the reason I barely spoke to her at the office so that I could avoid a public confrontation. Naomi and I owned a small construction business that did very well. We started out with commercial building remodels, but made the transition into actually building small strip malls and apartment buildings. We had got into business after Naomi’s parents died and left her a nice chunk of money that we used to finance our first major remodel. The business had been my idea based on my skills and handiwork, but it was Naomi’s money that had gotten us started and she made sure to hang that over my head every chance she got. I decided for the time being to try and stay on decent terms with her while I started the process of getting my plans in motion.
“Let’s start again…how was your day?” I said using a noticeably sarcastic tone.
She stood in the bathroom doorway staring at me with an evil expression on her face.
“You would know how my day was, honey, if you hadn’t left the office at noon for the rest of the day,” she shot back at me giving me the same tone I had given her. “Where were you Marcus? Where did you go?” she asked crossing her arms across her chest, popping her hip out giving me her ‘around the way’ girl attitude, with a stern voice and a meaner stare.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
I let out a little chuckle at her wrinkled appearance and at her willingness to try and check me. Naomi was always trying to be the head bitch in charge and never liked when I was out of her sight for too long; but with us not being on the greatest speaking terms, she did not have as much rope to reel me back in. I knew that it had probably been eating away at her all day about where I had gone to, but her pride had not let her pick up the phone and inquire about where I was.
“What’s wrong with your hair?” I asked still chuckling, trying to deflect the conversation from my whereabouts.
“Fuck you Marcus! GROW UP!” she said as she slammed the bathroom door.
I sat back down on the bed laughing. “Crazy bitch,” I mumbled under my breath as I picked up my cell phone to check my emails. There was one email from a contractor named Ralph that I had fired because he kept complaining about not being paid on time. It’s not that I wouldn’t pay him, but he was sloppy with his work and was always taking long lunch breaks. Plus I figured I could keep more of the money for myself if I did some of the work. Now he was talking about getting the union after me. “Go get them, I don’t give a fuck,” I said to my phone like he was standing right there in front of me.
My focus quickly went from my emails to a text message that I received.
-I enjoyed our lunch : )
Staring at my cell phone
I smirked
I wanted to call her…
…but I knew I couldn’t
I fumbled with my phone and dropped it
Damn I’m nervous
I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since we had lunch together earlier. Hell, I had been fantasizing about her for a very long time. I was just finally ready to act on those fantasies. And with my marriage on the rocks it was time for me to start seeing whoever I wanted when I wanted. I wasn’t going to let Naomi dictate my life anymore. I was putting away enough money so she couldn’t control me like a dog on a leash and I could break free from her strict rulership.
Another text message popped up on my phone screen and I found myself hopeful that maybe she was sending me a sexy picture. But the text wasn’t from her. It was from Whitney asking me if I was free to talk. The last thing I wanted was to be bothered with her crazy ass. She had been blowing up my phone all day for me to come see her, but she was starting to become such a headache. She had called me more than ten times throughout the day and she was not stopping.
I texted her back and told her I was in the bed and would call her tomorrow, but tomorrow was not good enough for her. She started flooding my inbox with message after message until I finally just turned off my phone when Naomi came out of the bathroom. I couldn’t let Naomi see my phone buzzing or she would become too suspicious.
I rolled over under the covers as Naomi slid under the sheets next to me, making sure that she kept her distance from me and I kept mine from her.
“Good night,” I said to her, but she did not return the gesture and I did not give a fuck either. It’s only a matter of time Marcus…only a matter of time, I thought to myself.
Lisa
Thursday Morning
I needed to get out of the house before I lost my mind. I was headed to meet my best friend for a much needed shopping session. I wasn’t going to buy anything because I was so broke that my gas tank had been on empty for two days; but I just needed the sanity that a little retail therapy could bring even if I was just browsing.
I arrived at the mall and found a parking spot right near the mall entrance because it was still very early in the day and regular people were at work, somewhere I should have been. But I had been unemployed for the past seven months and it was really starting to take a toll on me. To make things worse, the hospital temporarily admitted me into a mental institute after my suicide attempt. I had hit a real low moment and just wanted to end it all. I was able to convince them after a few weeks that I was fine and they released me…but I wasn’t fine. It wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about stopping the pain.
“Where you at?” I asked as soon as I picked up my ringing cell phone.
“I’m walking toward the Northside entrance.”
“Me too,” I said looking around trying to see if I could see her, and just as I made it on the sidewalk by the entrance I saw Naomi walking up right behind me.
“HEYYYYYYYY!!!” we yelled in unison and ran into each other’s arms, smiling for a big hug.
It felt so good to see her. Her perfume smelled of sweet flowers and her hair was pressed for the gods. She was dressed in a bad ass honey colored designer skirt suit that I was sure cost a grip and then some. I let go of her from our embrace and she smiled so big and wide at me I had to do a double take at her smooth, brown face because I had never seen my best friend appear so happy.
“Girl you looking good!” I said giving her outfit a once over from head to toe.
“Thank you, girl. I’m so glad to see you. It’s been too long,” she said still cheesing.
It was obvious to me why she didn’t return the compliment to me that I looked good because I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail with no makeup on, with just jeans and an old, fitted purple T-shirt I had found behind the washing machine. Her makeup was on point and her eyebrows were laid out like she had just gotten them drawn on by a professional makeup artist. Naomi was one to never compliment when someone was not looking good, so I didn’t take it as a diss…I understood.
“Well let’s go inside,” I said, grabbing her by the arm and tucking it inside my arm like I never wanted to let her go.
We walked through the empty mall arm and arm, giggling like two high school girls.
“So tell me what’s been up with you? What’s got you around town smiling…or WHO has you around town smiling?” I asked making fun at her abnormally happy mood.
“WHHHAT!? What you mean who?” Naomi said laughing.
“How are things with you and Marcus?” I asked smiling.
She let my arm go as we walked into the entrance of Nordstrom.
“Things are good,” she said giving me a smile not showing any teeth.
“Mmm….yeah, yeah. So have you two worked through your issues?” I asked as I watched her shuffle through a rack of beautiful dresses.
“What issues?” she said slyly without looking up from the dresses.
“You know, you being all bossy to him and him being a secretive asshole…the typical marriage issues.”
“Oh girl, yes. We just hit a little rough patch, but things are going so great right now I forgot all about it,” she said smirking as she admired a dress and held it up in the mirror against her body.
“That’s so good to hear because for a minute I was worried that you two weren’t going to make it. I mean after everything you guys have been through, I was praying for you two to make it out.”
“Uh huh,” Naomi said being short with me like she was too preoccupied with looking at a dress to talk. “So what’s been up with you girl? I have not seen nor heard from you in like forever,” Naomi asked switching the subject.
“Girl…What has not been up with me. I hit a little rough patch myself.”
The store clerk came over and asked us if we needed any help and Naomi completely forgot that she and I were talking. She started giving the clerk a list of demands and questions that she needed assistance with. I casually looked around the empty department store and felt a twinge of envy that I could not afford anything in there. After a few moments of badgering the poor sales girl who I was sure was sorry that she had inquired if we needed help, Naomi finally turned her attention back
to me.
“So what were we talking about again?”
“Nothing,” I said nonchalantly trying to deflect the conversation by acting like I was shopping for myself, looking at a rack of designer blouses.
“Lisa, what is up with you?” Naomi grabbed my arm abruptly and looked me in the face. She continued, “I mean damn, you just fall off the face of the earth. I know we had a little argument a while back, but you just disappeared.”
The reality of everything that was going on with me hit me like a ton of bricks as I looked into Naomi’s eyes. She looked so beautiful, so happy, so well taken care of and I had been unemployed, home in foreclosure, a mental basket case and going some nights without a full meal to eat. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at my best friend look at me with so much concern in her eyes.
“I been staying away because…I’ve been embarrassed.”
“About what? Lisa, talk to me.”
“I lost my job and my house is in foreclosure…”
“WHATT!? Girl why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you call me and just let me know something?” Naomi wrapped me in her arms as I let out a full blown cry.
I felt so helpless
I felt so worthless
Most of all…
…I felt so unloved
“Shhhhhh…don’t cry, don’t cry,” Naomi repeated to me as she held me and patted me on the back.
The sales girl came back over to us and asked if everything was alright. I felt Naomi take the couple of dresses that she was holding and shove them into the sales girl’s chest. “Here...take these,” Naomi sad sounding condescending, but I knew she didn’t mean it like that. That’s just how she came off.
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