When I first started dealing with Tyrell, I had talked to him about how, as a child, I had loved going into the city to see the bright lights and the huge signs in Times Square. I was touched that he had listened to me and had tried to make me happy by bringing me to a place that was steeped in nostalgia.
Tyrell had reserved a gorgeous room for us at the W Hotel on Broadway. While I would have loved for this night not to end, and to spend the entire night in this beautiful room, the clock was ticking, and I knew I would have to get home soon.
“I can’t stay here long, so let’s squeeze in one last quickie before I go,” I told Tyrell once we were inside the room.
“I don’t want a quickie. If this is going to be our last time, I want it to be special. I want to savor you. That was the whole reason why I got this room for us.”
Tyrell traced kisses along my neck. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. He pulled his pants off, took a condom from his pocket, then pulled off his boxer briefs. He stood in front of me, naked. He unbuttoned my blouse and took it off me, tugged off my skirt, and pulled my thong down over my Louis Vuittons.
“Leave the heels on,” he said.
He placed the condom on one of the pillows and eased me down onto the king-size mattress. He rubbed his hands down my thighs and kissed my stomach. Then he worked his way down to my inner thighs, put both hands under my ass, lifted up my hips, and brought his face to my treasure. He swirled his tongue around my wet hole. I wiggled from the feeling of his tongue lapping my labia. He began to tease me, alternating between licking and sticking his fingers inside me.
Tyrell was on a mission. He wanted this session to prove that he was all I needed to be happy. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but this was a temporary happiness, nothing like what I could ultimately have with Chris once I got rid of all the outside factors. Every time my mind drifted to thoughts of Chris, Tyrell seemed to step it up a notch, as if he could read my thoughts. He brought my mind right back to the present when he slipped two fingers into my opening and firmly massaged my G-spot. I felt lost in the pleasure, consumed by how good he was making me feel.
My body was shaking at the sensation and the mounting pressure within me. “Right there . . . right there! Oh shit, Tyrell.”
I was so worked up, so on the cusp of getting my rocks off, that it didn’t take long until my orgasm crippled me. I clutched the back of his head and held his face to my treasure as I climaxed. He buried his face in my folds and lapped up every drop of juice that came out of me.
Tyrell gave my clit one last suck before moving up the bed and lying beside me. He grabbed the condom off the pillow and rolled it onto himself. He kissed my neck, then dragged his lips down my chest. He licked around my areolae and tugged on one of my nipples with his lips. I opened my legs wide for him. He mounted me and put his face next to mine. I felt him guide the tip of his cock to my treasure and press in softly. I gripped his back as worked his hips and pumped in and out of me.
As Tyrell and I had sex, my mind was on Raheem part of the time. I wanted to cry, because the truth was I would have to go through this all over again the next day with Raheem. I went through the motions, but I was lost in my own thoughts.
As expected, Tyrell didn’t last long. I felt him swell inside me. His cock spasmed as he emptied himself, and he moaned into my mouth. He draped himself on top of me. My eyes started to tear. I rolled over on my side. Tyrell threw his arms around me and kissed the nape of my neck, my shoulder, and down my back. I leaned off the bed and reached for my clothes, which were on the floor.
I leaned against the headboard, slipped my clothes back on, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
“So, is that it? Is this how we’re going to end off? I spent a lot of money on this room, and you’re not going to at least spend the night with me in it?” he asked.
“You already knew that I wasn’t, and you already know that I can’t, Tyrell. I have to get home.”
“To whom? Your husband?” he barked.
I didn’t answer him.
He grumbled something under his breath.
“What?”
He propped himself up on his elbows as he spoke. “Leave him,” Tyrell said.
“What are you talking about, Tyrell? Leave who?” I knew exactly what he meant, but I was giving him time to get out of his feelings and correct himself.
“I want you to leave Chris and be with me,” he asserted.
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Listen. Hear me out,” he said.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“I’ll divorce Pam, and you and me could be together. I have no problem with having your kids around me, and Chris could visit them whenever he wanted. I need you, Karen. I can’t just lose you like this.”
“Tyrell, that’s really sweet, and you’re a great guy, but I’m not divorcing Chris. I like you, but I don’t want to be with you, not like that, anyway.”
Tyrell looked truly hurt and angered by my response. “You know what? I’m not even going to sweat it. You’re going to miss me. You’ll try to patch things up with him and pretend that everything is all right, but the problems you have will still be there. In time, you’ll come back to me, and you’ll see that I’m the man you need.”
“Good-bye, Tyrell,” I said as I stood up. I started walking toward the door.
“I’m not going to say good-bye. I’ll see you again soon.”
I walked out of the room with tears streaming down my face. I picked up my car from the parking garage and mentally prepared myself to go through this again with Raheem.
* * *
The next day, I made plans with Raheem to meet him at the gym. Raheem was leaning against his truck, holding a dozen long-stemmed roses, when I climbed out of my car.
“Hi!” I said as I approached him.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said, handing me the roses.
I made a mental note to stop by my office and put the roses on my desk before I went home. I would never be able to explain to Chris why I was coming home with roses when it wasn’t a special occasion.
“Thank you! They’re beautiful. You look very handsome.”
He really did. He had on a dark blue pin-striped suit that fit him like a glove.
I wore my little black dress that left very little to the imagination. Raheem’s hand roamed up past my waist and cupped my breasts through my dress. I gently stopped him.
“Not yet. I want to enjoy this moment with you first. Later on tonight we can conclude our night with lovemaking.”
As with Tyrell, I told Raheem that there was a change of plans and I’d follow him in my own car.
We drove to Brooklyn, and Raheem took me to the River Café. It was a very upscale restaurant located right under the Brooklyn Bridge. It had a breathtakingly beautiful view of the Manhattan skyline, and there was a cobblestone walkway to the restaurant, which gave it a vintage feel. A pianist played while we ate and drank.
“This restaurant is amazing!” I said as I sat opposite him.
He gave me a small grin and patted my hand. Then he turned my palm down and kissed the back of my hand. “When I did my research on this place, the critics said this is a place where you would bring someone special. I couldn’t imagine bringing anyone else here but you.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. He always knew what to say to get me to smile and make me happy.
Raheem reached across the table and took both of my hands in his. “I don’t want our night to end. I don’t want us to end.”
“Please, this is hard on me as it is. Let’s not talk about this and ruin the night.”
He nodded. We discussed all types of topics and laughed all the way to the dessert course.
“Are you ready, my dear?” Raheem asked once he had handled the check. “Our next stop is the Brooklyn Escape Room. I figured our last date could be innovative and fun.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We made our way over to the Brooklyn Escape
Room. I loved this part of the date. It was spontaneous, it was innovative, and it was fun. Unfortunately, it made me think of Chris. The point of the escape room was to work together to accomplish a task. It made me think of the fact that instead of working on my marriage with Chris, here I was on a date with another man. I shook those thoughts away. I reminded myself that this was the last night I would be doing anything like that and focused on enjoying my time. Raheem and I were teamed up with another couple inside the fallout shelter room. It was challenging, but we escaped the room in eighteen minutes.
When it was over, we sat down in the lobby.
Raheem asked, “Did you want to try another room?”
“I’d rather just spend our last night in bed with you.”
“That works too.” He stood up. “Shall we?”
I reached for his hand, and he helped me up from my chair.
We walked back to our cars, and I followed him back to Long Island. We went to the Marriott Hotel in Farmingdale, on Route 110.
Once we were inside our room, Raheem gently stroked my cheek with his fingertips. “We don’t have to stop this. What we have works.”
I didn’t answer him. I closed my eyes, trying my best to stay strong through this night. Truth be told, I didn’t want us to end, either, but I had made up my mind, and I was going to start being loyal to Chris.
It didn’t take long before I was down to just my bra and panties. I helped Raheem remove his clothes, and then I stood there admiring his body as he stood in front of me in his briefs. I ran my hand across his sculpted arms and chest. Raheem reached around my back, his strong hands found the hooks to my bra, and he unlatched the clasp. I rolled my shoulders forward and let the straps slide freely down my arms. He slid my panties down my legs until I was able to step out of them, and flung them on the side of the bed.
We held hands. I looked in his teary eyes, and I felt that we shared the same pain. We didn’t want what we had to end, but we knew it was going to. I needed it to. I was trying my hardest not to get caught up in his eye contact. I needed to be strong and to stick with my decision.
Raheem started kissing my neck and then dragged his lips down my breasts. He slid one arm around my back, the other around my knees, scooped me up in his arms, and gently laid me on the bed. He slipped a condom over his stiff cock, and his large, muscular body mounted me.
“Are you ready, baby?” he whispered.
I nodded.
He sank deep into me with one motion, and tingles traveled up my spine. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer. With each stroke, Raheem and I felt as connected as lovers could be. My nails dug into his back, and I held him tightly to me, relishing the feeling.
Raheem worked his magic on me, hammering me with deep, full, forceful strokes. I felt his frustration as he plunged himself inside me all the way to the hilt. The pressure was building inside me. My orgasm was close. I wanted to cum. I wanted my orgasm to whisk me away from all the negativity and problems that plagued my mind, even if it was just temporarily. I wanted my orgasm to take me away from my reality.
Raheem sped up his pace. My hips and legs were wiggling around in the sheets. We came together. Raheem buried his head in my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him. We collapsed next to each other on the bed and lay there, enjoying our post-orgasmic bliss. We held each other tightly, covered in sweat, lost in the intensity of our final time being intimate together. After a few moments of cuddling, I got out of bed and started getting dressed. Raheem lay there, watching me.
“What?” I asked.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to go home, Raheem.”
He reached for me without uttering a word, put his hands on my shoulder, and brought me back onto the bed. Finally, he broke his silence.
“Don’t do this. Don’t end what we have,” Raheem said.
“It has to end.”
“Why? Both of our marriages have problems. Our relationship makes sense and makes both of us happy. Why do you want to stop that?”
“Because it’s not right. Chris isn’t perfect, but he doesn’t deserve this. We both have families. Every time we see each other, we’re risking losing them. We both know we don’t want that.”
“How many times do we end up doing things to make our significant others happy? How often do we sacrifice our happiness for them? Sometimes, even though the things we do aren’t right, we need to do them for our sanity.”
Raheem was wearing me down. His words were making sense, but I knew I couldn’t listen to them.
“You’re right, but I can’t be selfish anymore,” I insisted. “I’m not perfect, either, and I’m sure I do things that stress Chris out, too, but he isn’t cheating on me.”
“How do you know that? How can you be so sure? He’s oblivious about you seeing me, so who’s to say you aren’t oblivious about him seeing another woman?”
He was good. He used all the information I had given him as ammunition to fight for us and keep our relationship going. He was preying on my fears.
“Chris is a lot of things, but he’s not a cheater. He loves me unconditionally.”
“Okay, if you need me to say it, I’ll say it. I love you. I love being with you, I love seeing you, and I love what we have. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You don’t love me, Raheem,” I said gently.
“I do.”
“You don’t. Your dick and your pride are causing you to say shit you don’t mean.”
“I mean it.”
I left the bed and finished getting dressed. I was feeling emotional. I needed to leave the room and get away from him. I was scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I wanted to believe him, but I knew what we had wasn’t real. What I had at home waiting for me was real. My family, my husband. They were not worth losing for a relationship with Raheem that would go nowhere. I sighed deeply and fought back tears. I gave Raheem a long kiss.
“Good-bye, Raheem.”
“Don’t go like this,” he pleaded.
“I have to go. We can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”
I walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind me. I sighed and took a deep breath to try to get a handle on my emotions, but this didn’t help. I got in my car and cried the entire ride home. When I pulled into the driveway, I dried my eyes and gathered my composure. When I went inside, Chris was sitting in the living room, watching the news.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, babe.”
“Where are the kids?”
“I put them to bed. It’s late . . .”
“Good.”
I rushed up to him and kissed him passionately. I pushed him back against the sofa and started to take off his clothes.
“Damn, babe. What’s got you hot like this?”
“I need you. Now.”
Since the kids were already asleep in their beds, I fucked him right there in the living room. I needed to be penetrated by Chris. Every stroke felt like I was letting go, releasing the hold Tyrell and Raheem had on me and my heart. I kept picturing Tyrell and Raheem instead of Chris. I felt ashamed of myself for thinking of other men when my husband was making love to me.
Before long, Chris was swelling inside me. I knew he was close. As much as I enjoyed having raw sex with him, we couldn’t risk having more kids. I pulled him out of me and positioned myself so that his manhood was directly in front of my face. I palmed his ass and pushed his hips forward, then took him in my mouth. I sucked and sucked and sucked, using both hands to firmly stroke him simultaneously. I sucked him like my marriage depended on it, because in my heart it did. He didn’t deserve the shit I had been doing behind his back. I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten, and then his hips swayed and his legs started to shake.
His orgasm spewed into my mouth. I milked his dick and swallowed every drop. I felt guilty; my eyes filled with tears. Chris noticed.
“You okay, babe?” Chris looked genuinely concerned
.
“Yeah . . . It was just so intense.”
“I loved it.”
“I’m going to go hop in the shower. I had a long day.”
“All right, babe,” he said, grinning.
I forced myself to smile and rushed upstairs to shower. I turned the hot water on until the steam fogged up all the mirrors. I didn’t want to see myself. I adjusted the water temperature, took off my clothes, and stepped inside the shower stall. The water cascaded down my weary body.
In the shower, I cried until my throat was sore. I felt disgusting. I felt horrible. All the guilt from cheating crashed down on me all at once. I had no one to talk to. I always showed my friends my strength. I never let them see me during troubled times, because I tried to portray myself as a strong woman that had her shit together. But I was falling apart at the seams.
* * *
Chris tapped me on the shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You all right? You looked like you were deep in thought,” he said.
“I’m okay,” I said, glancing out the airplane window. “I’m just wondering if I did everything I had needed to do before we left.”
That wasn’t a total lie.
“Don’t worry about work or anything else. This is our time to enjoy each other.”
Chris kissed my hand, held it, and looked at me lovingly. I smiled, took a deep breath, and prepared myself for my new life without anyone on the side.
* * *
I sat on a wicker beach chair, wearing my sunglasses, and enjoyed the gritty feel of the sand between my toes. I loved the fresh ocean air and the way the cool breeze was gently blowing through my hair. The warm sun tanned my honey skin. Chris reached over and fed me a chocolate-covered strawberry. The look in his eyes was so passionate. I could tell he loved taking care of me and treating me like a queen.
Our vacation had been perfect so far. We had an oceanfront room at the Le Blanc Spa Resort, while Pops and the kids were staying at the Club Med Cancun Yucatan. We had done some family activities, but most of the trip was geared toward Chris and me reconnecting as a couple.
We had taken the kids to the Croco Cun Zoo, near Puerto Morelos, where they’d fed the crocodiles and deer. We’d gone to the Ruinas del Rey, and the kids had enjoyed watching the huge iguanas there. We’d soared through the jungle on the Selvatica zip lines. Chris, Pops, and I had tried it alone, while the kids had been strapped to a travel guide. We’d swum in the cenotes. The kids had tried to outdo each other by seeing who could make the biggest splash when jumping off the rocks. At first Pops had been uptight about them jumping, but in time he’d relaxed and seemed to enjoy himself.
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