“Marcus, glad you could make it.” Her voice was so sexy and smooth, but you could hear the years of Ivy League education in her tone.
“Yeah, you’re a tough woman to get a hold of,” I told her as I walked inside and shut the door behind me.
“Been busy at the firm…so much going on.”
“Well don’t be too busy for me. I need you,” I told her giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We walked into her living room to have a seat on the white leather furniture.
“So what’s new?” Michelle asked whipping her straight shoulder length hair out of her face.
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you about the account you pulled the money from. It was the wrong one.”
“Oh really? Well that’s the account you gave me, Marcus.”
“It might have been my error. Can we put the money back and take it out of the other account?”
“I already told you that taking a large amount of money like that all at once is suspicious, now you want to put it back and pull from another account? I would advise against that.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I know I’m right. How are things going with you and Lisa?”
“Things are slow, but making progress.”
“Progress like how? Are you sleeping together yet?”
“Yeah just once.”
“Marcus, how long do you want to drag this thing out? You need to move the situation along.”
“I know…just kind of nervous.”
Michelle came over and sat next to me. Her slender body was so perfect like a runway model. She smelled so good and our chemistry was so strong it was hard for me to sit still. Michelle started to stroke the back of my head.
“Don’t you want to be with me? Aren’t you ready for us to spend every day together?” she whispered in my ear as she laid her head on my shoulder and continued to stroke the back of my head.
“Of course I want us to be together. It’s just the whole thing with killing Naomi is getting to me. Seems too risky.”
“Marcus…” Michelle sat up and stopped stroking my head. “We have planned this out from beginning to end. We’ve gone over the plan a thousand times. You strike up the affair with Lisa and you convince her to kill Naomi. We make it look like a murder suicide. It’ll look like Lisa killed Naomi in a jealous rage and then turned the gun on herself. Afterwards you collect the insurance money. Why is that so risky?”
“Because I just don’t like the fact that the police will come questioning me.”
“The police always question the spouse, that’s common. If you stick to the script nothing will go wrong. You’ll be on one of the construction sites with plenty of witnesses to back your alibi. I’ll handle everything else and if anything goes wrong, just remember I’m your lawyer through all of this; I got your back,” Michelle said planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
I took a deep breath. I needed Michelle to rehearse me through the plan again. I had been nervous as shit since the time was drawing nearer for us to carry out the plan.
“So tell me again, how do I convince Lisa to kill Naomi?”
“You don’t have to convince her. She is already mentally unstable; she’ll do it.”
“And if she doesn’t? What if I try to talk her into doing it and she resists and tells Naomi or the police?”
“She’ll do it. Her file says she suicidal. My job is to profile people and Lisa fits the profile. She’ll be the perfect person to commit the crime and the police will believe it and close the case. I do this every day for a living. I know what I’m talking about.”
I was listening to every word that Michelle was saying. She knows what she is talking about, I told myself. I was sitting on the sofa in a daze not even realizing that I was biting my fingernails. All of the nervous energy was really starting to get to me. I had been knocking things over and bumping into things. I was going to have to play it cool if I was going to go through with it. No hiccups…No mistakes. Just think about the money Marcus.
I turned to kiss Michelle. Her lips smelled like strawberry chapstick and her skin felt flawless. I kept kissing her, moving my way down to her neck when I felt a slap to the top of my head.
“I know you don’t think I’m sleeping with you after you’ve been with another woman?” Michelle said looking me directly in the eyes.
“Yeah, but you know why.”
“Doesn’t matter. You get none of this until after we’re on our honeymoon.”
“Are you serious?” I said sounding frustrated.
“Dead serious.”
Whitney
Sunday Evening
I knew Jerome had a woman in his house when I took him his cake. It burned me up to think that some other woman was laying in the bed that I had shared with him. As much as I was angry that Jerome was sleeping with someone else, I still wanted him back. I was ready to go full force at winning my man back over. I had talked it over with my friend Nikki and she said that I was delusional for chasing after Jerome. She said no woman was supposed to chase after a man and that if he truly wanted me back he would say so. In some way I felt Nikki was right.
A woman shouldn’t chase after a man because after all the bible says a man that finds a wife, finds a good thing; but then I thought back to my grandmother and how she told me how my grandfather would gamble away all the money, cheat on her and sometimes would mistreat her. Yet she held her ground and she fought for his love and helped him find his way back home. I just felt that when you really love someone, sometimes they can lose their way and it’s your job to help them find their way back home…and I was home for Jerome.
It was nightfall and I was on my way to Jerome’s house for the second time in one day. I knew it was risky knowing that the other woman could still be there, but I needed for him to see me again; I needed him to reconsider us. I was dressed in a sexy, black, form-fitted dress that accentuated my hips and ass. Underneath I had on a black lace thong and bra. I pulled up in Jerome’s driveway. I still saw that he had his mother’s car, so I figured his was still in the shop. I got out of my car and rang the doorbell and took a deep, nervous breath as I waited for him to answer. Jerome came to the door and opened it and looked at me like he had just seen a ghost.
“Jerome we need to talk,” I told him while stepping inside the doorway.
“Whit, what the hell?” he said with glazed eyes. I could smell the liquor on his breath. I guessed that his nightly drinking session had already started. I closed the door behind me and looked back at the bedroom door and seen that it was wide open. Jerome hadn’t tried to kick me out so I figured that whoever had been here earlier had already left.
“Can we talk?” I asked him as I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck.
“There ain’t nothing to talk about.”
Frustration was trying to overtake me and knock me off balance. I quickly decided that asking him to talk was the wrong thing to do. It would only end with us arguing and him being disrespectful. Instead I kissed his lips slowly. I prayed he didn’t pull away because it would just crush me if he did, so I put everything I had into the kiss. All of the love I had burning in my heart I transferred it from my lips to his.
He didn’t kiss me back at first, but I pressed my body close to his so he could feel my soft body and the pulsing energy that was coming from between my legs. Jerome started to succumb to my desire and began kissing me back, and then he did the very thing that I feared…he pushed me away.
“Jerome…”
“Whitney I can’t do this.”
“I haven’t had sex in four months,” I said pushing my body back up against his and resting my head on his chest, while my arms stayed wrapped around his neck. “I don’t want to give it to no one else.”
“Whit—”
“Please baby…” I whispered as I started gently kissing his neck and rubbing his chest as we stood in the middle of the living room. I could hear him exhaling like he was thinking it over, li
ke he wanted to give in. “Just let me kiss it,” I whispered in his ear and I felt his dick jump inside of his sweatpants. “Let me just kiss it and then I’ll leave,” I said looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
Jerome started scratching his head like he was thinking. His eyes were cut low from the liquor he was drinking.
I started stroking his dick through his sweats
He didn’t resist
I pushed my body up against his to make him sit down on the sofa
I heard a slight moan come out of his mouth as he reached full erection
My mouth started watering thinking about tasting him
I had to push the thought of him being with another woman out of my mind
I had to focus only on loving my man and not on finding fault with him
“Wait one moment,” I told Jerome as he sat on the couch ready for me to satisfy him. I went to the bathroom and grabbed the floor mirror and carried it back into the living room. I positioned the mirror directly in front of him so he could see himself and enjoy the show I was about to give. “You ready baby?” I asked him and watched as a smirk came over his face and he licked his lips.
I slowly slipped out of my dress
Standing in front of him unashamed in my lace thong and bra
I wasn’t uncomfortable with him seeing my little belly
Because I was certain that he loved all of me
I got down on my knees and pulled off his sweats
His thick brown dick was fully hard and ready to be sucked
I looked behind me to make sure that I was in clear view of the mirror
All he could see was my ass arched out swallowing up my thong
And me holding his dick
I didn’t waste anytime
I pushed his dick in my mouth
Wetting the tip and licking the sides until it was ready to be deep throated
I knew whatever bitch he had was not deep throating his dick
He was too long and thick for the average bitch to be able to take him all in
…But not me
I swallowed his dick whole because it was made just for me
I slurped and sucked his dick as I listened to his grunts and moans
“Damn baby…I missed this shit,” he moaned.
Pushed his dick down my throat while tracing the top of his balls with the tip of my tongue
He gripped my head
Using his waist to thrust in and out of my mouth
I wasn’t choking…nor was I stopping
“Damn that ass looking fat…”
I kept bobbing my head up and down until he said he was about to cum
I unbuttoned my bra with his dick still in my mouth and slid out of my bra. I slowly started sliding his dick out of my mouth as I grabbed my titties and started rubbing his dick in between them. I didn’t want him to cum yet because I wanted it to last as long as possible.
“Mmmm, my pussy so wet for you…” I moaned as I continued to let him titty fuck me.
“Stand up,” he told me as he helped me to my feet and he stood up himself. He laid me down on the couch and put a pillow under my stomach as he slid my panties off. My pussy was throbbing like crazy. I hadn’t felt Jerome in months. All I did was dream about making love to him at night. It felt like the first time all over again. Jerome got on the couch behind me on his knees and started rubbing his slobbery dick on my ass as he smacked it. He grabbed my hair and turned my face toward the mirror so I could see myself…so I could see us.
He held the back of my neck down firmly with one hand and used the other to guide himself inside of me. He opened me up and I felt a pain that felt so good…a pain that felt so sweet a tear came out of my eye. It felt so fucking good to have my baby inside of me, rocking my pussy and smacking my ass. I knew it felt good to him too because he had to keep stopping himself so he didn’t cum quick.
“Ahhh…got’ damn girl. What you do to this pussy? Why this pussy so good?”
I continued to moan as he talked shit. He slipped his fingers in my mouth to let me suck on them as he pounded me from the back. He was so deep in my pussy…he was hitting my spot so good I could feel myself cumming…my juices gushing out, creating the sloppy wet sex sound.
“Get on top,” Jerome said as he sat back down on the sofa and I got up to get on top like he told me to. I was glad that he did because I was ready to be in control. I needed to be in control so I could make him feel where I was coming from. I slid his dick inside of me, gliding it in nicely as I pressed my weight down on him.
“I love you,” I whispered as I kissed him passionately.
Rocking his boat like the motion in the ocean
Giving him my pussy like it was a special delivery
Fucking him like I had nothing to loose
We kissed
We fucked
We licked
We touched
Jerome was so into our love session I knew that I had been right. I knew that he was missing me. I could feel the love coming from his soul.
I kept on rocking his dick, putting the pressure on him, putting my 175lbs of body pressure on him. I was making sure he felt me as I could feel every inch of him, hoping he was finding his way back home to me.
Naomi
Monday Morning
I was at my lawyer’s office waiting in the lobby. With the bullshit that Marcus was pulling I knew I was going to have to take legal action fast. It was starting to become a struggle sleeping next to him every night like nothing was bothering me, but I couldn’t let him know that I knew just yet. I had in my folder the bank statements and all of the letters I had gotten from the mailbox that Marcus had opened in my name. I was ready to fight for what was rightfully mine.
I wasn’t going to let Marcus steal everything from me just because he and I didn’t love each other anymore. I used to never understand how married people could get so ruthless during a divorce, but I was starting to feel the fire now. If Marcus wanted to be nasty, I was ready to bring hot coals down on his head.
“Mrs. Stone, very nice to see you,” my lawyer Carl Richardson said as he walked over to me and outstretched his hand to shake mine.
“I wish it was on positive terms that I could make your acquaintance,” I said giving a half smile.
“Well that’s why you pay me the big bucks,” he said smiling. “Come inside my office.” He motioned for me to follow him.
We walked into his office and I took a seat at his desk.
“So what brings you in today?” he asked. I sat the folder with everything in it on his desk and slid it over to him.
“My husband has been stealing from the business. I want to know what my options are when I file for a divorce. Will I be able to recover the money?”
“You have proof that he is stealing?”
“I just have those bank statements. He has taken over the accounts and locked me out of them.”
“What percentage of the company do you own?” my lawyer asked, looking through the folder of papers that I gave him.
“We own everything fifty-fifty.”
“I see…”
“What does that mean?” I asked annoyed that he was asking questions and not telling me anything.
“Well, I will have to do some investigating. If what you say is true that your husband is taking money out of the business then that is a crime. But with him being a fifty percent owner of the account, we are going to need hard proof that it is by his doing.”
“And how long will that take?” I asked
“It could take months, maybe years. I won’t know until we file some paperwork to start looking into where the money is going.”
“YEARS??” I was livid. “Mr. Richardson, I don’t have that kind of time. I want to get this divorce started and finished as quickly as possible,” I told him.
“I understand, but these things take time. Every dollar has to be combed over and accounted for.”
“So when do we start?” I asked anxio
usly.
“I’ll get my team right on it.”
“Can we start this without my husband knowing?”
“Certainly, but eventually he will have to know.”
“I understand. We are still sleeping in the same bed at the moment so I just don’t want any trouble at home.”
“Then I suggest that you start making preparations for other possible sleeping or living arrangements. In my experience, these kinds of situations can get ugly.”
“I understand.”
“I do have to ask…are there any extramarital affairs that I should know about? I ask because this could greatly impact certain factors in the divorce proceedings.”
I cringed at the thought of disclosing that I was sleeping with my husband’s brother. I figured since Marcus did not know then it would not make a difference if I continued to keep the affair secret. After all, I didn’t feel like Jerome and I were having an affair. I loved him long before I even knew Marcus.
“No affairs,” I said real cool.
“On either side? I’m your attorney so I need to know these things. You can feel comfortable telling me because we do have a lawyer confidentiality agreement.”
“No affairs,” I repeated. Mr. Richardson gave me one last look before he shook his head and stopped his questioning. He didn’t need to know.
I shook his hand and exited out of his office. As I was walking through the lobby to the elevator, I felt a numbness come over me. I felt like I was getting ready to walk into a battle that I was unprepared for. If Marcus had been taking money for almost a year, what else did he have up his sleeve?
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