His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  When they felt that their excursion was satisfactorily completed, the two made their way to the car and began their trip back to Kingston. The radio cranked out hit songs from various Jamaican artists, most of whom Sally had grown accustomed to hearing since she’d arrived on the island. Though they were supposed to be heading home, Sally was surprised when Desmond stopped the car on a secluded beach.

  Desmond led Sally to the shore of the beach. Though they could see a few people gathered in the far distance, they were otherwise completely alone. When Desmond dropped his pants, Sally followed suit and removed all her clothing, flinging them onto the sand. Desmond then laid her gently on the sand as the water from the beach splashed against their bodies. There was no longer a need for words.

  As Desmond looked at her from above, Sally ran her finger across his cheek as if mapping his face in her mind. He lowered his face to nibble at her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and finally her vagina, his tongue searching all her delicate crevices. It made her heart thump and her pussy quiver. Finally, Desmond parted her legs and slid his cock inside of her. She shivered from the sensation. There, on the dark secluded beach, Desmond moved in and out of Sally like a piston, hitting the walls of her vagina with great enthusiasm.

  “Yes, Desmond,” she cried out. “Fuck me! Oh god! Yes! I'm yours.”

  Her cries made Desmond all the more dedicated. He continued working his hips, maintaining his pace until the milky white cream flowed tenderly from Sally's vagina. Finally, Desmond pulled out and shot his load onto her stomach. She, in turn, trembled uncontrollably as she rotated her hips, relishing the delights of her orgasm. The two embraced each others' bodies, clenching tightly as if to never let go, slippery and wet, covered in each others’ juices. Smelling that earthy, musky smell, listening to the waves brush the shore, sifting sand through her outstretched fingers, Sally felt she was in Paradise.

  “You're an amazing woman, Sally,” Desmond murmured, his chest puffing. “I'm not sure I deserve such a heavenly angel.”

  Sally cupped his face with her hand, “Come on. I'm no angel. And I meant what I said earlier: I'm yours. Just don't break my heart...” She changed her tune, though, when she realized she sounded sad. Anxious to lighten the moment, she took hold of his penis and winked. “And remember to give this to me as often as you can.”

  “Now, THAT I can manage,” he replied. They laughed, lay together for a while longer, and then departed for home. In the car, Sally smiled as she wondered which exotic location Desmond would choose next.

  Chapter 4

  It was another hectic work day at the office. Most of the other workers had already gone home, and the few that remained were scattered throughout the building. Sally sat at her desk, putting away her things for the day. As she exhaled heavily, she noticed a figure moving toward her from the corner of her vision. It was Mike.

  “Hey, Sally. Wat a gwaan?”

  She paused for a second before she realized he was asking her “What's going on?” and smiled at the local dialect. “Oh, hi, Mike. Nothing much. It's nice to talk to you again.” She hoped she didn't reveal too much interest.

  “Likewise. But what are you still doing here? Almost everybody has already left. Are you waiting for Desmond?”

  “Well I was just about to – Why do you ask?” She looked at Mike with an earnest face. She wondered for a second if rumors were circulating; then she thought of how Mike might perceive her in such an event. The thought made her a bit apprehensive. Not that it should, really. But she liked Mike – a lot - and, unfairly perhaps, didn’t want him to think of her with Desmond.

  “No reason,” Mike responded coolly. “It's just that I noticed the two of you hang out a lot. I'm almost jealous.” He folded his hands behind his head and gave a lighthearted chuckle.

  Sally smiled, “Well, you shouldn't be. Desmond and I are just... good friends. And I’d be glad to hang out with you out once in a while.”

  “That would be nice. Maybe I'll see you during the carnival season.” Mike stole a glimpse at his watch. It was well after five o'clock. “Time to get out of here. Nice talking to you, Sally.”

  “Nice talking to you too. Bye, Mike.” Sally watched as Mike walked away, her eyes affixed to his tight ass. Such a hunk! she thought. She shook her head and reminded herself that Desmond was more than adequate. This, however, did not stop her from occasionally daydreaming about Mike.

  Sally sat at her desk deep in thought. when pair of hands reached over her shoulders and began massaging her breasts. Sally watched as the hands worked their magic. Feeling herself getting turned on, Sally looked up:

  “Desmond?!”

  “But of course. Who else would it be?”

  Sally giggled. Had she really thought that it was Mike feeling her up? Was she imagining that it was him? “Desmond... we... can't do this here. Someone... might see us.” Sally struggled to get the words out.

  “It's okay. Everyone has gone.”

  “But... but the security guard. He might...”

  Desmond sighed and relinquished her bosom. “Fine,” he said. “Follow me.” He took Sally's hand and led her away.

  “Where are we going?” Sally asked as they entered the elevator. The top of her blouse was still open, offering a magnificent view of her breasts.

  “You'll soon see.”

  With that, the elevator door closed and it began moving upward. The two occupants remained in silence. When he thought the elevator was high enough, Desmond pushed the halt button, suspending the elevator in the air. When Desmond began unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants, Sally realized what was going down. Her heart pounded quickly, reflecting her eagerness. This man was so good at thrilling her with his daring. pulling her own panties off, and dropping them to the floor, she leaped up into Desmond's arms. He caught her as her parted legs spread against his groin. He didn't waste another second; he immediate began penetrating her. He had her against the elevator door, her arms around his neck. Their lips were as interlocked as were their genitals. Desmond could feel her body quivering with excitement. He could tell that she had been hungry for him since the last time he filled her up.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He was teasing her.

  “Heaven's no!” she protested in her wild and delirious sex crazed state, “Finish fucking me. Please... don't stop.”

  Desmond smiled. He re-positioned her, and setting her to stand, he stood cushioned up behind her. With Sally's hands placed against the round floor buttons, Desmond slowly slid his cock between her legs. But he didn't enter her. He simply moved himself forward and back against the lips of vagina. He felt her body tremble.

  “Desmond!” she finally cried, “I'll go crazy!”

  With that, Desmond stopped his teasing and proceeded to re-enter her. He slammed against her fleshy rear with much force. Sally felt him thrusting deep inside her. She began to sweat; her body was so hot. It jiggled from the impact. Panting and gasping, their beat became even faster. Her fingers pressed random elevator buttons as he rammed her good. She felt whole with him inside of her.

  Sally moaned as she felt his rhythm increase. She threw her ass against his pelvis to feel the finality of his thrusts. Finally, he gripped her waist, forced himself as deep as he possibly could, and squirted heftily inside of her. The two then fell on the floor of the elevator, their breathing quickened and bodies sweaty, their faces smiling in full contentment.

  After getting dressed and cleaning themselves up, Sally and Desmond exited the building and made their way to the parking lot.

  “So,” Desmond said, “I'll see you tomorrow then? Are you sure you don't want a lift?”

  “Nah, I'm good today.”

  Desmond looked slightly disappointed, “Well okay. I'll see your fine ass tomorrow then.” He then gave her left breast a final squeeze and circled her nipple with his thumb.

  “Ahem! The sound of an on-looking co-worker startled both Sally and Desmond. Desmond quickly straightened his stance, got in the c
ar, said goodbye and took off. Sally was now left with the other female co-worker still glaring at her.

  “You should stay away from him.” It was the youngish, serious-looking woman who worked in an office across the hall from Sally’s.

  “I beg your pardon?” replied Sally. “You're... Evette, right?”

  “Yes,” said the other woman, “and I'm warning you to stay away from Desmond. He's a player and a womanizer. Believe me, if you know what’s good for you I’d avoid a drama-magnet like that.

  Before Sally could interrogate her, Evette took her leave. Sally stood there for a while repeating the previous words in her mind.

  “But Desmond has been nothing but good to me...” she muttered to herself. “She's probably just jealous. If Evette was privy to Desmond's prowess, she wouldn't be so quick to judge.” Sally decided to head home, pushing away the doubts that clouded her mind.

  Chapter 5

  Things had been going very well for Sally, both in her professional and personal life. Several of her designs had been approved and her “escapades” with Desmond had been delightful beyond her wildest dreams. Sure, she grew a little home sick every now and then, but that paled in comparison to how much she was enjoying her new life. And, yes, she was unsure of his feelings. Was it just sex between them? She couldn’t help but wonder. She brushed the thought aside. All that was left was to continue to be submerged in the culture of of the country Sally was rapidly donning as her second home.

  One day, as she awaited the elevator, Sally heard her co-workers discussing Carnival.

  “So, are you entering this year?” said one woman, “I'm pretty sure it's going to be even bigger and better than last year!”

  “I know what you mean,” replied another woman. “I went last year and I had a blast. This year is sure to have even more vibes. What about you, Sally? Are you going?”

  Surprised to hear her name, Sally blinked owlishly at the two other women as the elevator door opened, “Um, sorry. Go where?”

  “To Carnival, of course.” The three women entered the elevator together. “Gloria and I were just discussing it. Oh, that's right! It's your first year here. All the more reason why you should join in the festivities. It will definitely widen your Caribbean outlook.”

  Sally sighed, “I don't know... I'm not really a 'party hard' kind of girl. It might not be my thing...”

  “Well,” said Gloria, smiling widely, “it will be if you cruise with us. We'll help you unleash your wild side. Besides, you might meet a nice man for a good booty call.”

  Sally smiled at the thought, and also at the realization that this was the exact same elevator she’d had sex with Desmond in. Priceless, she thought.

  “You know what, I think I'll come. But I’ll need you to take care of me.” She blushed for a multitude of reasons.

  The two women, Sandra and Gloria, agreed to have Sally accompany them during the Carnival march, and they began diving into girly chatter. During this chatter she heard that Mike and other co-workers planned to be at the event. Sally now knew without a doubt that she wanted to be there.

  *

  The days passed quickly. Sally, Gloria, and Sandra had become good friends. During the week leading up to Carnival they searched for and reserved costumes, busily preparing themselves for the big event. Sally saw less and less of Desmond.

  The day of the Carnival rolled around. Sally had been glued to the media to ensure she was up to date with all things Carnival. Her Facebook feed was flooded by her local co-workers and acquaintances discussing their preparations.

  That afternoon Sally rendezvoused with Gloria and Sandra to collect their costumes. The place was hopping with revelers, music and excitement. Upon arriving, the three women used the change room, excited and giddy, as they dressed in their sexy butterfly costumes, each a different color. They looked stunning in their revealing outfits. All that was left was to find an unsuspecting man to trap with their deadly allure. They giggled at the thought.

  Soon the festivities began with a record turnout. All Around them the sound of sweet Reggae and Calypso beats blared. Patrons paraded animatedly through the streets, dancing and singing. Sally followed Gloria and Sandra's lead and indulged a few of the energetic males in attendance. She found that the young men were more than willing to treat her waist in a liberal fashion. Their grinding sent Sally's imagination into quite a spin.

  “So where's my dance?” Sally turned around upon hearing the familiar voice. She grinned, “Hi, Mike!” Finally, she got to see his beautiful body sans shirt and jacket! The two stared at each other.

  “Well, if I had known you were hiding that body underneath your office clothes, I wouldn't have waited until Carnival to ask for a dance.” He watched as she giggled. “So?”

  “Sure.” Sally blushed with pleasure.

  With that, Mike got behind Sally and the dry humping (or wining as it was called locally) began. Sally could feel Mike's powerful hold on her waist. Even though they were dancing in a sea of people, she imagined him doing things to her with the bulge she felt poking her rear. Just when she was really getting into the groove of things, Sally heard the most unexpected voice:

  “Mike, wat a gwaan, fam?” Desmond's voice stunned Sally, “Do you mind if I borrow her for a little while?”

  Mike began removing himself from Sally. “She's all yours,” Mike declared as he went to dance with Gloria, leaving Sally with Desmond.

  “Happy to see me?” Desmond smirked. Before he could observe her lack of reply, Desmond began guiding Sally through the crowd. She followed obediently. Desmond directed Sally to a makeshift bathroom stall. He had her remove her wings and the two entered the stall. He then took a seat and whipped out his dick. Grabbing Sally's hip, he shifted her panties to the side and glided her onto his cock. Their lovemaking session commenced. At first Desmond had to control her hips, but when Sally felt the heat, she began working her hips on her own.

  Desmond cupped her breasts as she bounced. He could feel her tightening around him like never before. He watched as she surrendered to her desire; this observation boosted Desmond's drive. He could hear Sally muttering in ecstasy:

  “Deeper... deeper... hold me... I want you... Mike...”

  Sally’s eyes sprang open as she realized that she had uttered Mike’s name. She wondered if Desmond had noticed. She had sensed a brief pause in his re-entry, but he soon resumed poking her. Sally felt relieved. What a horrible slip! Desmond was penetrating her more and more violently now. She liked the roughness. Soon Desmond came inside her. But he didn't hold and embrace her afterward like he usually did. Instead he just pulled up his shorts and said, “See you around” before exiting. Sally crumpled to the floor. Her breath came in shallow gasps. She had never felt cheaper. How could I have been so stupid? The tears flowed.

  Chapter 6

  “Hi, this is Desmond. I can't make it to the phone right now, so feel free to drop me a message and I'll try to return your call.”

  Sally frowned at the sound of Desmond's voicemail receiver. She had called him several times and he had not made a single attempt to call back. Still, she thought she'd call just one more time:

  “Hello, Desmond. It's Sally again. What's been going on with you? You haven't returned any of my calls. Did I...” She paused and bit her lip before continuing, “did I do something wrong? Well anyway, be sure to give me call, okay?” She then hung up, stopping short of saying “I miss you.”

  There wasn't a great deal more that could be done. If Desmond really was angry with her for uttering another man's name with himself still inside her, Sally was powerless to change that. All she could do was wait and see. Sally flicked off the television, treated herself to a late night shower, and went to bed, hoping to be fully refreshed by the time morning rolled around.

  But sleep would not come smoothly. Strange dreams interrupted her repose. At first Sally dreamed of Mike. She dreamed that she and he found themselves in a secluded room. He held her in his arms, and after sh
e had confessed her feelings for him, he revealed that he had felt the same way for some time. His hands cruised along her body, stroking her contours, until finally their lips met.

  At that moment, the sound of a crash could be heard as Desmond broke into the room to find the two secret lovers. His eyes flashed red. Sally looked between the two men, unsure of what to do. Suddenly Desmond raised his hand and pointed in a condemning fashion. When Sally looked around, Mike has disappeared, leaving her and Desmond alone. Then Desmond left the room, locking the door behind him. Sally began to panic. She cried, not for Desmond to open the door, but for him to forgive her.

  Sally awoke the next morning drowsy and confused. Because of her dream from the previous night, she realized just how much the situation with Desmond worried her. “It doesn't matter,” she muttered. “I’ve got to get to work.”