by Cynthia Hart
“Do you like to dance?” He asked, letting her into the room first and making sure the door was shut tightly before moving away from him.
“I love dancing.” Her eyes grew wide, wondering if that was part of the plan he had made.
She laid on her back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Seeing the mirrors, she smiled at herself. There was only one reason why there’d be mirrors on the ceilings, and she began to laugh.
“Good, I was hoping you would say you enjoyed dancing.” He laid down beside her on the bed and watched her reflection.
“Why did you ask?” She looked at him for an answer.
“You’ll see, it has nothing to do with today, but when I figure out what I’m doing, I will let you know why I asked.” He grinned, getting up from the bed quickly and going to the bathroom.
Sheila got off the bed and pulled the covers back, kicking off her shoes and undressing. Only leaving her black bra and matching panties on she climbed back into bed and stretched out.
“What’s taking you so long?” She called out, not sure how long he had before he had to go back to his wife.
Thinking about a woman she had never met before she sighed heavily and shook her head. Closing her eyes tightly she pushed the woman from her thoughts. It wasn’t about Michelle, it was about Derek having fun and being away from the woman that was his wife that obviously didn’t make him happy.
Without answering her Derek came out of the bathroom wearing nothing, his masculine body showing off and she couldn’t help but stare at him as he got closer and closer to the bed, his cock already hard.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to have some of that.” She moaned while she stared at his cock and licked her lips.
“You’re going to get a mouthful.” He grunted, getting on the bed.
Derek surprised her when he brought his cock to her mouth and dove into her pussy with his tongue. He had his cock pressing against her mouth, feeling her open it wide for him so she could suck on it.
Sheila whimpered for him and spread her legs further apart for him, feeling him tease her by circling her clit, going down to her hole and back up again. He dipped his tongue in and out of her as fast as he could, each time making her pussy wetter as she let him fuck her mouth. Each time the head of his hard prick hit the back of her mouth, she gagged on it.
Derek loved the vibration it sent through his cock, and she knew that he would like it, she had mastered what men liked and she knew that Derek was no different.
“Fuck, I want to fuck your hot pussy!” Derek brought his head back and hollered, staring at the mirrors on the ceiling they made eye contact.
Sheila nodded her head quickly, and he slid his cock out of her mouth and sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand he slid it up and down his hard cock quickly as he kept his eyes locked on hers.
“Ride my cock.” He whispered, licking his lips.
Sheila giggled as she quickly got on top of him, she straddled him and pushed her pussy against his cock. Gasping as she felt him slide slowly inside of her.
He grabbed her hips tightly and bounced her up and down on his cock so hard that her tits were bouncing uncontrollably.
Sheila whimpered and moaned for him, feeling him slide in and out of her she held on tightly. Derek laid on his back and let her ride him. He watched as she thrust her hips back and forth as fast as she could, her hands pressed against his hard chest as she looked down at him.
“That’s it, keep riding me!” He shouted at her, feeling his cock flex inside of her he knew he was about to cum, he wanted to wait for her. He prayed that she would cum before him. Yesterday he was selfish and just wanted to cum inside her, this time he wanted to show her that he was waiting for her.
Derek reached up and grabbed her tits roughly with his hands, squeezing them until she cried out in surprise. The harder he squeezed, the faster she rode him, wanting more of him inside of her. She threw her head back and watched them have sex, it was a turn on knowing that she was able to see what they were doing.
Sheila felt her pussy slowly cum at first and then it came faster as Derek brought a finger down to her pussy lips and began pinching her clit between two of his fingers. It made her cum quickly for him, and when she was about done, he came inside of her. Feeling her ride him even when she was almost done showed him that she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her.
“I promise I will always keep you happy, I promise that one day we are going to be together for good.” He moaned to her, feeling his cock cum faster and faster.
Sheila collapsed on top of him when they were done, she put her head to his chest and felt his heart beating rapidly as they gasped for air.
Hearing him say the words she felt her breath catch in her throat, she couldn’t believe what he was saying but what she couldn’t believe even more was that she believed everything he promised her. Every word of it.
Sheila closed her eyes and relaxed against his body, both of them falling asleep as Derek wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Derek opened his eyes and turned his head towards the window, seeing it was dark outside his eyes grew wide. He looked at his watch and saw it was almost midnight.
“Wake up Sheila, you have to wake up.” He nudged her softly and pushed her off of him onto the bed.
“What?” She groaned, not wanting to get up.
“I can’t believe we slept so late.” He groaned, getting up quickly and heading into the bathroom to get dressed.
By the time he came back out Sheila was dressed and ready to go, she could see the fear in his eyes and shook her head.
“Going back to her, rushing back to her.” She sighed, feeling foolish for believing his promises earlier in the day.
“I have to, she’s still my wife.” He whispered, giving her a sad look.
“I know.” She gave him the best smile she could manage, and they headed out of the room.
Derek had left the key in the room and knew he had given the front desk enough money that they wouldn’t dare complain about overextending their stay.
“I promise you, Sheila, that it will get easier in time, we will figure out how to spend every night together. Even if it means that I go home in the wee hours of the morning or spend the night at the office.” He assured her when they got into his car and headed for home.
Sheila felt light-hearted again, she knew that he meant every word that he said and she knew that he would do anything to keep her happy.
And for a while he did, Derek spent money on her every time she turned around even though she didn’t ask him. He wanted her to feel special, he wanted to spoil her, and he did. There were fresh flowers on her desk every morning when she showed up for work, there were presents in her mailbox at home when he didn’t see her. Mostly necklaces and bracelets, soon she had one to wear for every day of the week.
Whenever she called Derek on their matching phones, he would pick up on the first ring. Monday through Friday he would take her out to dinner before going home himself, they would have a good time together. Most nights it ended up with having sex and sharing their thoughts with each other. They were a great couple if they were allowed to share how they felt about each other publicly.
Then little by little everything changed…….
Chapter 7
“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Sheila asked, storming into his office one morning, getting tired of being ignored.
“I must’ve left it in the car, don’t be over dramatic about it please.” He looked at her, feeling bad.
“If you’re bored with me just say so.” She glared at him, putting her hands on the desk, glaring at him as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“You remember that day I asked you if you knew how to dance?” He asked her, changing the subject as he smiled at her, catching her off guard.
“Yes.” She whispered, sitting down in a chair.
She was wearing a tight, black dress and was waiting for him to comment o
n it. It was a brand new one, and she thought it would catch his eye.
“Well, not far from here I’ve just put money down on a club. I’ve hired a few girls already, and I want to hire you too. During the day you’ll be working here, and at night time you’ll be working at the club. Are you up for it?” He asked, challenging her with the sexy smile he used to get out of trouble with her.
“Like a strip club?” She asked, feeling her heart hammering against her chest. She hadn’t seen him smile at her like that for weeks now.
“If you’re not up for it all you have to do is say no, it pays good money though.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. He could tell by the look in her eyes that he was out of the dog house already.
“Yeah, I’ll do it. It’s a change of scenery and maybe the guys there will like my new outfits.” She muttered, getting up slowly. She felt bothered that he wanted her to work in a strip joint, but maybe if he saw her being adored by other men, he would finally come back around.
“I love the dress. It’s been a while, we should go out for dinner tonight.” He told her, getting up from his chair, he walked around his desk, up to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“You mean you have time for me?” She commented lightly, though it stung that she knew the only reason he was asking her out for dinner was that he did have the free time.
“Don’t act like that, it’s been hard to get away, and you know that. I’ve told you that.” He whispered, kissing the back of her neck.
“What time are you going to pick me up?” Sheila didn’t want to argue with him, she wanted to be happy with him. She wanted him to follow through the promises that he had made to her.
“Eight o’clock, you just be ready and waiting.” He hugged her tightly again before letting her go and not too soon. As soon as he let Sheila go and she headed for her office, Peggy came into his office without knocking on the door.
“I need you at the front please,” Peggy told him, giving him a look that he had better hurry up.
He nodded his head at her and followed her out the door, it meant that his wife was out there and it meant that she wasn’t too happy with him. Sighing heavily he wondered what the problem was.
Looking over is shoulder he saw that Sheila was too busy with work to notice that he was leaving the office. It was a good thing too, he didn’t want another argument with her about his wife. That was the last thing he wanted, what he really wanted was to see the beautiful smile that Sheila used to give him.
“Haven’t I asked you not to bother me at work?” He hissed at Michelle when she took him outside in the parking lot.
Michelle had her brown hair put up in a tight bun, and she was wearing a suitable dress for work. She had just started working for a real estate agency, and it had caused an argument at the house between them. Derek couldn’t understand why she felt like she had to work when he made enough money for the both of them.
“What are you doing opening a strip joint?” She whispered, pulling him closer to her red Mustang.
“I told you that it would make us a killing on top of the dress company. We’re going to be rolling in more dough, and you don’t have to work anymore when it picks up off the ground.” He explained for the millionth time.
“I want to work, why can’t you just be happy that your wife wants to work?” She glared at him, holding onto her briefcase tightly.
“I am happy for you, but I don’t want you working.” He told her sternly, he knew it was the man’s job in the marriage to make sure everything was okay financially and he was doing just that.
“You still haven’t told me where the money has been going.” She pointed a finger at him, shaking her head. He used to tell her every time he spent money, and now he hardly told her anything.
“The strip joint took a lot of the money for set up and the payroll there and the girls. That’s not cheap but it will all even out in the end.” He explained it away in one breath.
“I need to go to work, I’m late,” Michelle whispered, kissing him on the cheek before she got into her car and drove away.
Derek felt helpless, he didn’t know how to explain to Michelle that she never had to work a day in her life. The company and now the strip joint was going to make it so big for the both of them that he wouldn’t have to work if he didn’t want to.
When he walked back into the office, he saw that Peggy was staring at him, wondering if everything was okay. He gave her a small smile and nodded his head as he walked by her and into his office, slamming the door behind him.
“Derek, I want to know if you want to be with me, I want to know if you’re really going to leave your wife for me?” Sheila threw at him as she set the stacks of paper down on his desk before lunch.
“You know I want to, you know that I would give up everything for you, the money, the cars, the house, everything. You just have to give me a little more time.” He hugged her tightly, feeling her arms go around his neck and hugging him back, pressing her body against his and grinding against his cock.
“How about you save that for tonight hmm? I don’t want to get overly excited you know.” He pulled away from her and gave her a wink.
“I’m going to make sure you stay up all night tonight.” She giggled, nibbling on his neck quickly before turning away from him and going back into her office.
Neither one of them went out for lunch, and they didn’t order in like they used to. Something that Sheila really missed, she didn’t think she had to tell him that he was changing. That he had stopped caring about setting time aside for her. She was silently praying that he would take it upon himself to do the things he used to. Seeing that she wasn’t happy by the neglection that had been going on.
Sheila noticed that he had left the office without even saying goodbye to her when she dropped off the rest of the work he had her do.
“Do you know where Derek went?” Sheila asked, looking at Peggy after she clocked out with everyone else.
“Mr. Marr and his wife left a few hours ago. Probably to go home and spend some much needed time with each other.” Peggy grinned at her, the first grin that Peggy had ever given her.
Sheila didn’t smile back at her, she could see that Peggy was getting her digs in without coming out and laughing at her, without pointing her finger and telling her that he actually went home and spent time with his wife.
“See you in the morning, Peggy,” Sheila told her softly before walking out of the building and heading home herself.
Sheila was tired and her feet hurt from the heels that she’d been wearing but she had a smile on her face, she couldn’t wait to see Derek. She knew that he wouldn’t stand her up, she would see him just like he wanted.
Sheila knew that Derek had to spend time with his wife, if he didn’t, she would start thinking something was the matter, and the last thing either of them wanted was for him to get caught. She didn’t want him showing up to see her in a sour mood, she had a hard time getting him in a good mood when he showed up with too much on his mind.
Sheila looked at her watch, at five minutes to eight she was looking out the living room window waiting for him to show up, waiting to see his car pull up out front like it had done several times before.
“Are you waiting for him to come get you?” Jasmine asked, walking into the living room with a book in her hand.
Sheila looked over her shoulder and saw that Jasmine was wearing a white robe that was tied tightly around her with cute little bunny slippers on. She watched as Jasmine sat down on the couch and opened her book.
“Yes, he’s supposed to be here soon.” Sheila smiled at her.
“You’re playing with fire Sheila. I’ve told you a hundred times married men lie just to get what they want.” Jasmine looked at her friend with concern. The last thing she wanted was Sheila to get upset, to have her heart broken yet again by a man who promised her everything and she was let down every time.
“He’s not going to hurt me, we’ve been so close that
I know he’s telling me the truth. Don’t worry about me.” Sheila told her softly, giving her a big smile.
“I hope you’re right and if you’re wrong you can stay home with me and cry on my shoulder, you know I’m always here.” Jasmine gave her a soft smile before returning to her book.
An hour later Sheila was still standing at the window, this time with tears streaming down her face. She looked towards the couch and could see that Jasmine had fallen asleep, her book had fallen from her lap, Sheila wiped the tears away with the back of her hand.
Sheila went to her room and closed the door softly behind her, locking the door so that Jasmine wouldn’t walk in and catch her crying if she woke up and came upstairs. She took her phone out of her nightstand drawer, remembering his house phone by heart since she worked with him she knew just about everything when it came to who he was. She dialed the number without hesitation, she knew what he had told her in the beginning, but she didn’t care.
“Hello?” A tired woman’s voice came on the line.
Sheila froze up, she had planned on telling Derek’s wife who she was and what she wanted but she couldn’t get the words out. She didn’t know if it was because of how bad she felt for the woman or if it was because she heard Derek’s voice beside his wife.
“Who is it darling?” Derek murmured, she knew that tired voice anywhere. He was in bed with his wife sleeping, he had completely forgotten about her!
“I can hear you breathing on the other end of the line, who are you?” The woman’s voice asked, her voice getting stern.
“Is Adam there?” Sheila finally asked into the phone.
“No, you have the wrong number.” Derek’s wife slammed the phone down.
“You can’t treat me like this Derek, you will see that you can’t treat me like I’m a joke,” Sheila grumbled, tossing the phone in the drawer and slamming the drawer shut before she changed out of her clothes and got into bed.