Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right

by Brenda Hampton

  “Hell nooo,” he moaned, as the feeling of my insides must have felt good. He stroked in and out of me, shaking his head. “Damn, Cyd. Why you make me wait so long for this? Baby, I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

  “Then don’t hold it. Remember, I want all that you have and then some.”

  “All of it,” he said, grinding harder.

  I massaged his perfect, muscular ass and squeezed it. “Yes, sweetheart, all of it.”

  Isaac and I went from love making, to pure deep fucking each other’s brains out. It had been a long time since we’d indulged ourselves. He screwed me from the closet, to our bedroom’s floor. After that, we crawled our way to the bathroom’s floor and he dug deeply into me while holding me up on the counter. We ended up against the wall in the shower and the water hadn’t been turned on yet. Major sweat dripped from both of us and we stood naked body to naked body, taking deep breaths. We sucked each other’s wet lips, as if kissing was going out of style.

  “I can do this all night long. What about you?” he said while grinding inside of me.

  “All night,” I moaned. “I don’t know how much more of this my pussy can take.”

  Isaac laughed. “You know you be talking shit. But I love the way your words roll off your tongue.”

  I smiled and licked around his ear. “Fuck me for as long as you want to fuck me. When you’re done having your way with me, I want you to gather yourself and fuck me some more. My pussy craves for you. Don’t you feel how wet my insides are? My breasts…damn, look at my breasts, Isaac. They, no we need you to give it all you got.”

  Isaac laughed while cuffing my breasts in his hands.

  “Mmmm,” he said, sucking them like a baby drinking some milk. He hiked me up against the wall then tightened my legs around his back. “Hold on,” he said.

  “Where are we going now?” I said, giggling and enjoying every moment of this.

  “To the bed. We haven’t done it on the bed yet.”

  “But we need a shower first. Look at how much we’re sweating.”

  Isaac ignored me and carried me to the bed. He laid me back on it and crawled between my legs.

  “Do you have any idea as to how many shots I’ve given you tonight?” he said.

  “I lost count. Why?”

  “I’m just wondering. But you know what?”

  “What?”

  “I heard that if I come inside of you, while you’re lying back on your head, that instantly makes a baby.”

  “Bullshit, Isaac. I’m not trying to get a headache. Why don’t we just stick to the basics?”

  “That’s no fun,” he said, standing up. He went to the bottom of the bed and kneeled down on the floor. I knew the routine and while on my knees in bed, I backed up to him. When I reached him, I laid flat on my stomach and stretched my legs on his shoulders. My pussy met up with his lips and he held my legs in place on his shoulders. He then gave me a slow, soft lick between my legs.

  “Just keeping it wet for you.”

  “Please do.”

  Isaac loved my insides again and once he finished, he got in bed with me. I straddled his lap then looked at the white envelope beside me. I picked it up and held it in my hand. He tried to snatch it away but I pulled it back.

  “No, don’t snatch it. I can’t believe you signed this.”

  “You damn right I did. You weren’t going to keep on treating me like shit and get away with it.” He smiled then snatched the envelope from me. He was getting ready to tear it up, but I took it from his hands.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” I said.

  I tore the envelope and paper into tiny pieces and let them fall on top of Isaac. He grabbed me tightly into his arms.

  “I love you,” he said, while holding my face. He rubbed my messy hair back and brought my face to his. He ran his fingers through my hair, squeezing it tightly as he aggressively kissed me. “God knows I love you. I hope that you know how…”

  “I do,” I said. “After all is said and done, I do.”

  After our kiss, Isaac laid back and smacked my ass. “Then saddle up. I’m ready for a rough ride.”

  I smiled and proceeded to give my husband just that.

  That night, we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, and by morning, we were passed out on our backs. Isaac’s loud snoring awakened me and my body was too sore to move. I felt like I’d been in a fight that lasted all night. Either way, i inched my way out of bed. When I stepped on the floor, my body wanted to collapse. I held my sore back then inched my way to the bathroom. Needing to relax in the tub, I ran my bath water and dropped some dissolvable fragrance balls in the water. I even poured in some bubble bath and couldn’t wait to sink myself deep inside. Before I did, I looked in the mirror to put my thick, nappy hair into a ponytail. I thought about my amazing night with Isaac and hoped this would be a turning point for us. Things were surely looking up, and the feeling that I had today, other than my soreness, was a feeling that I wanted to feel forever. I got in the tub and slid down. My thighs were sore, so I massaged them. When I heard Isaac clear his throat, I looked up at him.

  “Good morning,” I said.

  He yawned and stretched his back. “A good morning it is. Move up so I can get in behind you.”

  “Isaac, my body is too sore. I know you couldn’t possibly…”

  “Baby, trust me. I’ve had enough of your sweet stuff. My dick cussing me out for putting it into overdrive like that.”

  We both laughed. I scooted up to let Isaac in behind me. He groaned from body aches, and when I leaned back on him, he told me to take it easy.

  “Aw, come on,” I said. “You’re the one who got us into this mess. Remember?”

  “Woman, please. That was your hot ass. Oh, baby, fuck me…fuck this pussy all night long. That’s what you said.”

  “I didn’t say anything like that. I did say fuck me, but you were the one who insisted that I saddle up.”

  “Yeah, I was the one who initiated it, but you didn’t have to follow my lead.”

  “If I knew I’d feel like this, I surely wouldn’t have.” I wrapped Isaac’s arms around me. “Either way, it was good. I wouldn’t take it back for anything in the world.”

  “Same here,” he said, kissing down my neck. “Same here.”

  ISAAC

  Well, what can I say? Simply put, I was deeply in love with my life, and it wasn’t as if I never wasn’t. Now, she’d pissed me off, but I always knew our marriage was worth saving. I just had to get her to see it.

  For months, things have been going smoothly. We’d taken a vacation to Jamaica, and even though Cydney’s boss, Darrell, wasn’t happy about it, he was pleased to see us work things out.

  As for Miguel, while he was in the hospital, his shit caught up with him. Raymond went to the Fed’s and snitched. Miguel had been a police officer by day and a major drug dealer by night. Raymond and his father had been dealing too, however Raymond cut a deal and was let off scott free. As for Miguel, the news reported that he was looking at twenty-five years in the slammer. I could only imagine what was going to happen to him in prison. My thoughts made me smile.

  Cydney met me at the counselor’s office. We both figured counseling could only help our marriage more, so we agreed to make an appointment. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was a bit nervous. As Cydney walked towards me, she seemed to be fidgeting as well.

  “Are you ready?” she asked then held my hand with hers.

  “As ready as I’m going to get.” I kissed her cheek and we stepped into the counselor’s office.

  The counselor was an attractive older black woman with tinted, gray and black hair that was neatly pulled back into a bun. Her eyes were covered with dark blue framed glasses and her tailored blue suit looked as if it cost a fortune. For two hundred bucks an hour, I sure in the hell knew how she could afford to look so classy. She introduced herself as Mrs. Tillman.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Conley, please have a seat,” she smile
d as Cyd and I took seats in the leather chairs in front of her desk.

  At first, honestly, she bored me. She went on and on about procedures, confidentiality, and of course, payment. After she asked us to sign some papers, she got down to business.

  “Isaac, I want you to tell me some things that you love about Cydney.”

  She caught me off guard. I looked at Cydney in deep thought. She was waiting for a response too, so I swallowed. I knew one thing that I wanted to say, but I didn’t feel comfortable saying it. “I…I love her sexiness.” I paused. “Her, uh, smile and, uh—”

  Mrs. Tillman stared deeply at me. She cut me off, “Cydney, let’s hear it for Isaac.”

  I turned and waited for her response.

  “I love his smile too and, uh, the way he takes care of his body.” She paused, and soon, Cydney was cut off too.

  “Listen,” Mrs. Tillman said. “We have some work to do. When the two of you get home tonight, jot down, at least, ten things that you love about each other. Then, share those things. I’m sure if I asked the both of you what things you dislike about each other, the words would’ve flowed from your mouths. Let’s not focus on those things. Let’s focus on your inner qualities and on appreciating each other more. Okay?”

  We both nodded.

  “Now,” she said, handing us both a mirror. “Cydney, you first this time. I want you to look in the mirror and tell us what you see.”

  Cydney lifted the mirror and looked at it. “I see a beautiful, smart, witty, admirable woman with a bright future.” She put the mirror back down.

  “Okay,” Mrs. Tillman said. “Now, look harder. Tell me some things about you that your husband may not have liked about you. Who was the woman in his life several months ago? Describe her to me. Take your time and tell me who you saw.”

  “I saw a woman who loved her husband, but hated him for the pain he’d caused. Then, I saw a scorned woman who wanted nothing but revenge. The only way she felt she could get it was by sleeping with other men and depriving him of the things that he wanted in our marriage. When he looks at me, I think that, at times, he sees a fat and non-healthy woman. A bossy woman who wants to have her way. A stupid woman who has no courage to leave him, no matter what.”

  I touched Cydney’s hand. “Baby, I never felt like that. Why would you thing that?”

  Mrs. Tillman interrupted. “Because you didn’t tell her how you felt about her. That’s how she thought you felt. Now, Isaac, pick up your mirror and tell me what do you see? If you’d like, you can refer to the past as well.”

  I looked in the mirror then turned my head to the side. “I see an awesomely handsome man who’s smart, funny, loving and irresistible,” I said. Mrs. Tillman laughed. “In addition to that, I see a man who betrayed his wife, many times. A liar, a cheat, a manipulator, and a man that I’m not proud of. I’m ashamed of who I am and my parents didn’t raise me to be this way.”

  Mrs. Tillman slammed her hand on her desk. “That’s what I wanted to hear!” she yelled. “Sometimes, we have a hard time accepting and recognizing the bad things about ourselves, and when we see those things too, that’s a good thing. It means we can possibly make some changes. Isaac brought out more than good things about himself and shared the bad things as well. I want the both of you to recognize your faults and put forth every effort to change those things. Remember, resolving means recognition.”

  “I also mentioned some bad things too,” Cydney said in her defense.

  “Yes you did. But let’s not point the finger at each other and make excuses for our own actions. Realistically, you made some serious mistakes too. I want the two of you to look at each other and admit that you’ve both made some mistakes.”

  “Now?” Cydney said.

  “I can’t think of a better time.”

  Cydney and I turned to each other. She spoke first, but her voice was kind of…dry. “I…I made some mistakes too and I’m sorry.”

  “Now,” Mrs. Tillman said. “Look him in his eyes, and say it like you mean it. It’s obvious that Isaac has caused you a lot of pain, Cydney, so this may be a bit harder for you to grasp. But if the two of you want this to work, you must show some effort. Isaac, I want your input as well.”

  Cydney held my hands. “I made some mistakes too and I’m sorry. I can’t take them back, but I hope that you can forgive me and that we can now move on.”

  “I made some mistakes too, baby, and I will never make them again. I’m asking for your forgiveness, and no matter what anybody says, you and I have made a decision to leave the past in the past. Let’s keep it there. Nobody has walked in our shoes, but us. I love you and I’m excited about what the future holds for us.”

  A tear rolled down Cydney’s cheek. She leaned in for a kiss. “I love you too.”

  Mrs. Tillman smiled. “Isn’t it amazing what a little communication can do? If the two of you replay the last several years of your marriage in your mind, you will see that the breakdown happened because of the lack of communication. At times, you may have assumed the other person knew what you were feeling, but unless you’ve shared your feelings with them, I assure you that the other person had no clue what was on your mind. Learn to express yourself and discuss any and everything that you can. Talk about your careers, your future endeavors, your plans to have children…whatever they may be. Lean on each other, that way you don’t have to go out and find other people to lean on. Always be willing to listen, and even if you don’t have a comment to what the subject at hand may be, just listen to your spouse. Know what they are thinking and understand what they are feeling. Communication is the key to a long lasting, healthy and secure marriage.” She took a deep breath then smiled as we looked at each other and nodded in agreement. We’d failed terribly bad at communicating, and for so long, our way of communicating consisted of arguing and saying negative things to each other. I felt horrible and as I thought about all of the hurtful things I’d said to my wife, I felt even worse.

  “This wraps up our session for the day, but don’t forget to make your list tonight. If you can come up with more than ten things you love about each other, that’s great. And, you should, after so many years of marriage. Tomorrow, bring your responses back to me. We’ll discuss them. In the meantime, start thinking about how you can give 100% of yourself to the marriage.”

  We thanked Mrs. Tillman and left her office holding hands. Cydney had to get back to work and I had an appointment with the Sarg about getting my job back.

  Later that night, we sat in bed writing our lists. We laughed about today’s session and couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for us.

  “So, when do you start work?” Cydney asked, while jotting something down on paper.

  “Next week. I can’t wait to get back either.”

  “You and Miguel shouldn’t have ever taken that money. We are going to spend a lifetime paying it back.”

  “Not really. I only took responsibility for some of it, not all of it.”

  “Hmmm…” Cydney said in deep thought.

  I took a peek at her paper, but she folded it so I wouldn’t see it.

  “Let me see what you got so far. Mrs. Tillman told us to share it anyway.”

  “Let me see what you got,” she said.

  “You first,” I said, snatching her paper from her.

  I looked at the paper and it read: I love Isaac’s succulent lips, muscular body, squeezable ass, overly satisfying dick, and I’m delighted that he got his job back so that he can help me pay some bills.

  I laughed and rolled on top of Cydney. My list was similar to hers, so I balled up both lists then tossed them on the floor.

  “I wanted to see yours too. You are so unfair,” she griped.

  “I just want to quickly show-off some of the things you love about me. And in return, get into some of the things I love about you. Some things like,” I lowered myself to her breasts then licked around her nipples. “Your breasts.” I pecked down her stomach and kissed the top of he
r pussy. “Your pussy.” I went down further and lifted her leg. I kissed it. “Your pretty legs.” I kissed each one of her toes. “Your toes.” I laughed then dropped her leg. “Turn around,” I asked. Cydney turned on her stomach. “And, your ass,” I said, massaging it. “Damn, your ass.” I licked my tongue down her crack, tasting her sweetness from the back. How Cydney and I would ever be able to explain this to Mrs. Tillman tomorrow, I simply didn’t know.

  As usual, we were right on time. We walked into Mrs. Tillman’s office with smirks on our faces and sat in the chairs in front of her. She wasted no time reaching out her hand for our lists.

  “Where are my lists?” she said, putting on her glasses.

  Cydney and I looked at each other. “We started on them,” I said. “But we kind of got sidetracked.”

  “Oh, really. Sidetracked as in sexually sidetracked?”

  We looked at each other, smiled and nodded.

  “That’s fine and dandy,” Mrs. Tillman said. “Sex in the marriage is good, but let’s take this thing to a higher level. The lists are supposed to encourage sex, as well as encourage you to want to do others things as well. Basically, Isaac tells you, Cydney, what he likes about you, vice versa. After that, explore your likes about each other.”

  “Oh, we explored it,” I said.

  “Every bit of it,” Cydney added.

  Mrs. Tillman smiled. “You two are going to be just fine. Remember to keep on loving and respecting each other and always keep God first. There’s no doubt that you love each other, but when times get hard, and decisions have to be made, I want you to keep the faith and always rely on each other.”

  “Mrs. Tillman, do you believe that every marriage can be saved?” Cydney asked.

  “No I don’t. It may be easier for some people to let go. Every situation has to be dealt with on an individual basis. Some couples aren’t willing to put forth the effort and it has to be a joint effort. The woman, she can’t do it alone and a man can’t either. When you took your vows, you joined TOGETHER in holy matrimony. Until, death do you part. Your vows are a serious promise to God, and we must do our best to honor them. If for whatever reason you can’t, God knows your situation. He’ll be your only judge, not me. I encourage the two of you to stop involving others and inflicting yourselves with more pain. Communicate more and love the one you’re with.”