by Anna J.
“Ummm, it’s—forgive me, but I didn’t get your name.”
“Oh, it’s ummm . . . Sarah,” I say, opting to use a fake name. I don’t want her to know it’s me until I am inside her house and in her face.
“It’s Sarah, sweetheart. She’s having car trouble and needs to use the phone.” Ray ushers me in, directing me to follow him to the back of the house toward the kitchen.
I’m in awe at the spread they have here, but I have to keep up appearances.
“Sarah from the Johnson household? Why would she be knocking on our door this time of”—She stops dead in her stride when she emerges from the kitchen and sees me standing here.
“Sarah, this is my lovely wife, Midori. She was just making some tea. Why don’t you have a seat while I get you a cup and the phone. You might as well wait in here until they come. It is too chilly outside to sit in your car.”
He doesn’t even wait for an answer; he just walks away and I take a seat. I make sure to show Midori my thong before closing my coat properly. She looks like she is ready to piss on herself, and I have to use all of my strength to hold my laugh in.
“What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” Midori speaks to me in a low whisper through clenched teeth. She looks like she’s ready to knock me dead out of my chair, but ask me if I give a damn.
“How was I supposed to know this was your house? I’m having car trouble and randomly knocked on a door.”
“How in hell are you having car trouble and you just got a 2007 Maxima? What kind of shit are you trying to—”
“Sarah, here is the phone. I have triple A on the line. I have a good friend who works over there. Just explain the problem and he’ll be here in no time.” Ray offers me the phone and the cup of tea, and I take both.
After explaining the make-believe trouble I was having, I hang up the phone and watch Midori with an amused look on my face. Ray just stands there looking at the both of us, not sure what to do next. If he’s like any other man, he’s probably picturing us in a threesome, something that will never happen.
“Uh, Sarah, would you like for me to take your coat?”
“No, actually I’m okay. Your friend said he wouldn’t take long.” I offer him a fake smile. I should take the shit off and let her dumb ass see what she’s missing, but I have to be mature about this.
We sit around and hold light conversation, and I ask them questions about their marriage that I already know the answers to, just to see if they will lie. Of course they do, and that just makes the situation that much more interesting. From what Midori used to say, you would think they were ten steps away from a divorce, but at this moment they act like they live the perfect gotdamned life.
Soon after, Ray’s AAA friend comes, and I feign innocence when he puts the key in the ignition and the car starts right up.
“Thank you so much, again, for your help. How can I repay you?”
“Well, we are having a birthday party for my wife on the twenty-second, and I would be honored to have you as a guest. Here’s my card.”
“The twenty-second of this month?” I ask with a puzzled look on my face while taking the card. All this time she had me thinking her birthday was in May, and here it is he’s about to celebrate it in a matter of days.
“Yes, my lovely wife here will be turning thirty-seven, and we have a gala event planned. So I hope to see you there.”
“Oh, you will. I always keep my promises,” I reply, making sure to make direct eye contact with Midori before turning away.
I stick the card in my pocket before making myself comfortable inside my cousin’s compact car, and make my way slowly down the road. I can see Midori and Ray in my rearview mirror up until I go over the hill. I’m not sure if I can forgive Midori after this one. Let’s just say, she’ll have a lot of making up to do.
Mrs. Hunter
Midori
I am ready to fucking scream! What kind of person just tracks you down and shows up at your house unexpectedly? She must think I was born yesterday if she expects me to believe that she “randomly” picked my house out of all of the damn houses on this street. I should have left her ass alone a year ago, but what is a girl to do? I have an orgasm fetish, and my husband isn’t able to do anything about it.
Then, as if the situation isn’t awkward enough, Ray’s dumb ass invites her to my birthday party. Now I have to try and explain why I’m celebrating my May fifteenth birthday on February twenty-second. I swear he doesn’t think sometimes. All he probably saw was titties and ass anyway, and was looking for a new piece to show off to his boring doctor friends.
If he thinks it’s going down like that, he is sadly mistaken. Jaydah belongs to me. I just have to make things right again.
I know she’s pissed, but the entire situation was out of my control. I thought for sure I saw a conference listed on Ray’s planner. Maybe that was just to throw me off from this little surprise celebration. I couldn’t call the hotel because everywhere I went in the house he was right on my heels. It made me start to wonder if he knew that I was cheating. Besides, we hadn’t celebrated Valentine’s Day since the year after we wedded, and we’ve been married for nine years! So, I’m sure you can imagine my surprise.
It wasn’t like I didn’t want to celebrate, but after years of going all out to make it a special day for us, only for Ray to have an impromptu meeting or to suddenly stay late at work made me let it all go.
That was until I met Jaydah two years ago. I usually spent my holidays with her when Ray wasn’t dragging me to functions or wanting to keep up appearances at his parents’ house. On a few occasions he surprised me with a change of plans, but I always made it up to Jaydah.
I was shocked to see her in my house, but I instantly felt bad when she revealed the thong set that I bought her. I knew her well enough to know that she never even stepped into the bra, and that thong was all she had on under that trench coat.
Of course I played my part. I had to. He couldn’t know that she was the one occupying my time on those nights when he wanted to do his thing. Hell, I’m entitled to some satisfaction, right? I could see the hurt in her eyes when her car started and she had to go. I wanted to take her into my arms right then, but I couldn’t. Being Ray Hunter’s wife definitely has benefits, and I’m not letting a woman who can use the hell out of a dildo fuck that up for me. Being a pediatrician pays well too, and as they say, two incomes are always better than one.
We waited until we couldn’t see her car anymore to go back in the house. I know Ray’s mind was ticking, but I’d be damned if I’d initiate the conversation. I wonder if he heard us arguing while he was in the kitchen. Even if he did, a part of me hoped he won’t bring it up because I’d have to lie about the shit, and I don’t feel like all that right now.
I straighten up the kitchen and make sure all of the lights are out before I go upstairs. When I walk into the bedroom, Ray is stretched out on the bed with a glass of chardonnay in one hand and his dick in the other. I must admit, Ray isn’t long and thick like the toys Jaydah and I use, but he isn’t all that small either. I guess you could say he has an average-sized dick. Real average. Like five and a half inches or so, but it was thick with a fat mushroom head that made its presence known. That really wasn’t a problem, though. If he could just last a little longer and learn how to use it we’d be “in like Flynn”, and I wouldn’t have to step outside the box.
As I approach the bed, I see he has a look in his eyes that I’ve never noticed before. Could it be that he is picturing Jaydah, or Sarah if she tells it? He is definitely standing at attention, so I decide to get this over with as soon as possible.
I make a big deal out of taking off the wife-beater and lace boy shorts I have on under my bathrobe. Rubbing on my nipples and rotating my hips to the smooth jazz that is playing on the radio, I lift the shirt over my head and palm both breasts à la Janet Jackson from the front of her Janet CD cover. His face remains the same, and I continue with my show.
I turn around and bend over so he can get a good view of my pussy, before removing my panties and tossing them to the side. I’m wet as hell, but it isn’t for him. If we were thinking of the same person, that might make the sex a little better.
I move around to the side and step up on the bed, positioning myself over his erection. It isn’t much to slide down on, but I come down on him slow and hard, taking him on with ease. I start to ride him, making sure to press my clit against his pelvis because, Lord knows, he isn’t long enough to reach my G-spot.
He surprises me by taking his glass and pouring some of his drink over my nipples. He shocks me even more when he takes them into his mouth, and repeats the act until all of it is gone. I’m still riding him, and my natural juices mixed with remnants of his chardonnay make for an interesting sensation against my skin.
I push down harder, so I can feel him deeper. To my surprise, he hasn’t cum yet, and we are already three minutes into our session.
He sets the glass on the nightstand and palms both of my breasts, kissing one nipple then the other, then both at the same time.
I lean back to get a good look at him, because I’m almost certain I was in bed with another man.
He takes one hand and spreads the lips of my pussy and uses his thumb to make small circles on my clit.
I’m not sure if it is this newfound freak in my husband or the surprise of the evening that makes me cum so hard, but I think for sure my heart is going to jump out of my chest and sprint halfway across town from the excitement.
“This feel good to you?” Ray asks me in a tone I’ve never heard before in all the years we’ve been married.
I can’t get my tongue to form an answer, but my mind is certainly spiraling out of control.
“Does this feel good to you?” he asks in a forceful tone, grabbing my hips and pounding into me like he is going to pop out of my forehead.
Damn, I was not expecting this, but I hope it stays. “Yes, it feels good,” I moan out, holding on to his chest for support because he turned into a stallion out of nowhere.
“Turn that ass over and give me my pussy.”
I hop my ass off him and turn the other way on all fours, my feet hanging off the edge of the bed. He stands behind me and rubs the head of his dick against my clit, and I want to scream because it feels so good. I think he’s going to slide in, and my walls are contracting, ready to receive him.
Instead, he drops down behind me and puts his tongue in me, using his middle finger to stimulate my clit. I’m falling out on some real white girl porn shit, because I can’t believe my husband has me twisted like this. I beg him for mercy and explode all in his mouth.
He finally obliges and gives me the dick. He has my ass cheeks spread, and is in me so deep, I think for sure my wish came true and he grew a couple of inches. He puts his finger in my ass, and pumps it to the same rhythm as his dick.
How does he know I like double entry? We’ve never gone that route before, but better late than never. I’m not mad at all.
Next thing I know, time stands still for all of five seconds and he is tapping on my G-spot like a man with a power drill. My entire body spazzes out of control, and I’m running like a faucet turned on full blast all down his length, and the inside of my thighs.
“That’s right, cum on daddy’s dick.”
I don’t know where this new husband of mine came from. I’m not sure if it is the alcohol or Jaydah’s impromptu visit, but I’ll have his ass drinking and around half-naked women all the time if that’s what it takes to get a good lay out of him.
He allows me to turn over on my back, and he gets on his knees, bringing my body at waist level with his. He pulls a vibrator from under the pillow, and in no time flat he is stroking me with his dick in the anal entry and using the dildo inside my pussy. My legs are behind my head, and my knees are pressed against the sides of my face, as I enjoy this sexual beatdown. He is tearing some shit up, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he says in a husky tone, working me over like a professional.
I try to wrap my mind around the change of events, but I can’t get it together. “It’s yours!”
“What’s mine?” he asks, pushing deeper on both ends.
That tingling sensation that I only get with Jaydah is starting at my toes and working its way up. “This pussy. It’s yours.”
“It’s mine, huh? What else is mine?” he asks, speeding up the pace a little, and now rubbing on my clit with his free hand.
That’s too much going on at one time, and I damn near lose it. “All of me . . . whenever you want it,” I reply, out of breath. It’s hard for me to control my orgasm and talk. One has to give, because I am about to lose it.
“Is that so?” he says, moving faster inside me and across my clit.
“Yes! It’s all yours.”
“Can I cum now?” he asks, pumping into me at top speed.
I’m about to explode my damn self, so we might as well do it together. “Yes, cum with me.”
He pumps into both holes at an erratic pace, satisfying both of us in a matter of seconds. My legs are still shaking from the impact as he lays his head on my chest to catch his breath.
We stay like that for about five minutes before we get up to shower. The action continues in there, and I am almost convinced that our marriage can actually work.
After taking turns lotioning each other down, we get into the bed in the spoon position, and he strokes my stomach until we fall asleep. The last thing I remember hearing him say is that we should start to think about having children. I don’t know if I am hearing him correctly because I am half ’sleep, but I decide to revisit that situation in the morning.
To my surprise I get up at eight o’ clock. While Ray showers and dresses, I am in the kitchen cooking like I was Whoopi Goldberg in The Color Purple and Shug Avery had just gotten in town. I have hotcakes, sausage, eggs, biscuits, and freshly squeezed orange juice all served with a fresh cup of hazelnut coffee and his morning paper ready for him when he comes downstairs. He smiles while he eats, and I am tempted to move that plate out of the way and be his breakfast, but I hold it down.
I don’t bring up the kids thing from last night, but we will definitely talk about it soon. After kissing him good-bye, I go upstairs to wash and dress myself. I have to get to the office by ten, and it’s already nine o’clock. I’ll deal with Jaydah, too. First I have to make sure that this new husband stays before I let her go.
If You Think You’re Lonely Now . . .
Jaydah
Wait until you’re truly by yourself in a dark-ass condo mad as hell because the one person who is supposed to love you unconditionally already belongs to someone else. And I swear I tried so many times to just walk away from it all, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder if I should. I mean, I’m the one who holds her and makes her feel wanted while her husband practically lives at the office. She didn’t know satisfaction until she met me, and now I get the short end of the stick? I must be a damn fool or whipped, or both, but I’m not taking this lying down.
Little does the good Dr. Hunter know, I’ve just declared war. There’s no real competition, because I’ve got dude by a long shot, and I don’t even have a real dick. If I play my cards right, Midori will belong to me and no one else. After all, my dick is bigger anyway. For right now, I’m going to chill in this tub and wait for her to call, because I know she will.
So, her birthday is in a week, huh? That lying bitch. I should’ve whipped her ass on the spot just because, but I’ll keep my cool. I’ll just take it out on her ass when she gets here. I’m still trying to figure out why she felt like she had to lie, as if deceiving her husband wasn’t enough. Here I am being straight-up about everything, and I couldn’t even get a real birthdate out of the bitch. Just when you think you know someone, you realize you don’t know them at all.
It has already been three days since the entire incident at her house,
but I’m sure she’s playing hard to get. For a second, it really looked like they were happy together. Maybe I’m kidding myself by thinking she and I have something. Who’s to say that I am anything more than a smash? At the same time, she’s told me that she loved me on so many occasions. Or does she really just love the dick-down that I’ve been giving her? If that’s the case, it’d truly be fucked-up, and she will pay.
I’m not a toy to be played with, and then when you’re done, you put me back on the shelf. She can’t honestly tell me that she felt nothing after all this time. All the tears I’ve wiped away and all of the orgasms had to count for something, right? Then again, she lied about something as petty as her birthday, so how can I tell?
I saw how her husband was looking at me, too. I thought for a second I saw his tongue fall out of his mouth. Just like a damn dog. Maybe he could be of use. If I can get him too—man, what am I doing? I just need to get shit right with Midori, but the idea of stringing them both along does sound appealing.
I’ve been staring at his business card for a while now. Since he was so gracious to invite me to her birthday party, I will certainly be there, and I’ll be the flyest thing walking. I have this hot little black dress that will have the heads of both men and women turning.
Okay, so it’s ten o’clock now. I know I need to stop by my publicist’s house before I go to that book signing tomorrow. I guess it would be wise to get my clothes together now, but what do I wear? I’m really ready to go to Midori’s house and act a fool, but I’ll stay cool. Shit will be hitting the fan sooner than anticipated, and she’ll have no choice but to decide.
It’s funny because when I met her two years ago at the signing I had at the Borders bookstore in the Gallery she said she enjoyed my book, but couldn’t see herself going out like the wife did in my fictional tale. I remember it like it was yesterday.
