“Oh yeah! So then what?” he asked excitedly.
“You remove your length once more, long enough to pick me up and sit me on the edge of the sink. With much force you dig deep inside of me with my legs opened wide, allowing you the space to fit all ten inches inside. I wrap my arms around your neck and look into your eyes. I raise up to get close enough to lick your lips. I savor the taste as I beg for you to go faster. You oblige and I am satisfied with the tempo. I yell ‘fuck this pussy’ over and over again as you continue to keep up the pace. I don’t want you to stop and I pray that you can hold on a little while longer. I can feel myself nearing an orgasm as you go to a slow stroke with circles, hitting my G-spot. I moan for you to keep it right there as you continue the movement. I can feel you throbbing inside of me, letting me know that you are close to your peak. I want us to cum together, so I wrap my legs around you, giving you a direct hit of my spot. I feel it, baby, I’m cuming, I’m cuming, I yell as you explode inside of me. We stand there holding onto each other as I know that I am completely satisfied. Are you satisfied, baby?” I ask as I remove my cum-covered fingers from my burrow.
“Most definitely,” he spoke honestly.
“Who is that, baby? I thought that we were going to watch the movie together,” Lana spoke in the background.
“We are,” he responded.
“Well, go ahead and tend to wifey. I don’t want to get you in any trouble. I’ll talk to you later; I’m about to go hit the mall.”
“Cool. Thanks for letting me know what happened. I appreciate that.”
“No problem.” I said smiling before hanging up the phone. I had never had phone sex prior to tonight but afterwards I felt so satisfied I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. I washed myself off before letting the water out of the tub. I had made plans to go out to the club with my girls this weekend, and I need to pick the perfect outfit. Though it was only Monday, I had to go now or I would be at the store the day of, still looking. I threw on a pair of jogging shorts and fixed my hair. It was about 4:30 and I needed to be back home by at least seven to have dinner with my girls tonight. At the beginning of each week we usually pick a restaurant out of the hat and go there to eat. It had become a weekly ritual for us, since we were all usually tied up until the weekends. I went out to the parking garage to find my car. I seemed to always forget where I parked so, it always took me at least 10 minutes to find it. I lived in a condo that has a high-rise parking garage. I was glad that it was daylight because I hated searching for my car in the dark. I noticed someone standing next to my car, and I was instantly nervous. In the past I’d had a few ex’s, and I hoped that is wasn’t one of them waiting to get me back for running out on them. I got closer and I still couldn’t tell who it was from behind. I took a deep breath before I spoke, since I didn’t want to offend anyone by asking why the hell they were leaning on my car.
“Excuse me, can I help you with something?” I said in a nonconfrontational tone.
“You sure can.” Daron said smiling as he turned around.
“Oh my god, Daron, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here? I thought you were watching flicks with wifey,” I said, walking closer to hug him.
“You fucked me up earlier with that phone call. My dick was hard as hell; I was hoping that Lana didn’t notice. I couldn’t even watch the movie after that shit I had to come see you.”
“Oh really? So that’s all I have to do for you to come see me. Shit, I wish I would have known that before, because I’d be calling you every day with a new scene,” I said as we both began to laugh.
“But on some real shit, Kima, I missed you. I just couldn’t peel away from her.”
“I understand completely, baby. I definitely don’t want to break up a happy home!” I lied.
“Come here,” he said, licking his lips, motioning me to come closer.
I walked over to him and stood between his legs as he slouched down against the car. He stared at me before kissing me. I was in heaven as our tongues got reacquainted. I was getting extremely wet as he rubbed his hands across my back.
“I want you.” he spoke into my ear as he continued to feel me up.
“Let’s go upstairs, then.” I spoke.
“No, I want you right here, right now” he spoke as he slowly put his hands into my shorts.
“Its broad daylight, Daron; anyone can drive up and see us.”
“I thought you missed me?” he said rubbing his fingers against my clit through my panties.
“You know I missed you; I just . . . ” I could no longer speak. He continued to caress me down below, forcing me to lose my words. I moaned as he kissed my neck. I could hear cars driving through the parking lot, but soon I was deaf to the sounds around me. It was turning me on realizing what we were about to do. He turned me around and boosted me up onto the hood of the car. He nudged me a little, forcing me to lie down. He raised my legs up, placing them over his shoulders. He pulled my jogging shorts and panties to the side and slowly licked my clit. I hadn’t forgotten how good he could make me feel, but it had been a while since he touched me and it was worth the wait.
He continued to lick my clit and would occasionally pause to suck on it while slowly letting it slip from the grips of his lips. He stuck two fingers inside of me and made love to me with them. It didn’t take long for me to climax, and I could feel him taking in the juices as they were released. I almost lost my concentration as a car drove by and slowed down to enjoy a quick glance at our lust. Daron stood up and licked his lips while staring at me. He unzipped his pants to release his hardness, which was about to bust through his jeans. Once it was freed he rubbed the head of it on my wetness, causing more juices to flow.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, because my body was yearning for him. He slowly inserted his pole but stopping just as my tunnel was wrapped around the tip. I moved my hips to massage it with my wet mound. He rammed it inside of me with force— the way I loved it. He placed his hands on my shoulders to aid him in digging deeper inside of my passageway. I called his name to reassure him that he was doing the job well, and I voiced this along with how extremely wet I was.
He gained more momentum. “I’m not ready to come yet!” he yelled before removing his full length.
He pulled me off the car and got on the hood, instructing me to straddle him. I took off my shoes before climbing on top and got in a squatting position on top of him. I rose up and down a few times, taking in only the tip before pushing it deep inside. He moaned as I worked in circles. I could hear the echo of my ass slapping against his legs as I picked up speed. Cars continued to drive by, and I kept riding him as if they were invisible. I was anxious to reach that climax, and I could care less who was watching. I continued bouncing up and down on his extremely stiff member. As I neared an orgasm, I pushed down and moved in circles close to his body. He grabbed hold of my ass and held on tight as we both exploded. I bent down to kiss him before reality set in.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said as I climbed off him and fixed my clothing.
“I had a hell of a time. We need to do things like that more often,” he said, getting up off the hood to straighten out his clothing.
“You know I’m down; I want to see you as often as possible.”
“Well you know I try my best to see you as much as I can.”
“I know you do; I just miss you, that’s all.”
“At least now you have something to remember me by until the next time I am able to see you,” he said before grabbing hold of my waist to embrace me. I didn’t want him to release his grip. I was falling in love with him more each time we were together. I had purposely put dating on hold so that he would be the only man I was with. I knew that I was a fool for believing that one day he would be mine and we could live happily ever after since he was genuinely in love with his wife. I never set out to fall for him; hell, I never even set out to be with him. You know that saying, “It just happened!” well that’s the
story with us.
I was all about the thugs. I could spot the niggas with paper from a mile away. I was known for taking them for everything they had and walking away. Shit, everything I had was bought for me from random ballers. Love was a word that wasn’t even in my vocabulary until I met him.
See, Daron was the owner of one of Philly’s most exclusive nightclubs. Top of the Night was the name of the decked out club he’d purchased, courtesy of his drug dealing days. I frequented the club often after I turned 21. I was excited about finally reaching the age where I could use my own ID to get in instead of borrowing someone else’s that resembled me. I knew Daron long before his wife and had had sex once or twice with him before they were together. She never knew about our past sexual endeavors, and I wanted to keep it that way.
Daron was fine as hell, and he knew that shit all too well. His body was sculpted perfectly; you could see the definition even when he was fully dressed. His hair was jet black with waves that appeared to be never ending. He had teeth that shined even in the dark, and his perfectly trimmed mustache accented his mocha-colored skin. He had one of the sexiest asses I had ever seen on a man, and let’s not mention what he was packing down below. All I could say was that the punch was powerful and was capable of knocking you out in round one!
I never knew what Daron saw in her. She was cute in the face but that was basically where her attractiveness stopped. She was tall and lanky. She had hair that was hard to manage, so she wore weave all of the time to cover up the disarray. Back in high school the guys ignored her, and it wasn’t until she graduated college and got a job at a big time law firm that men paid her any attention. The new job boosted her confidence and she walked around with a new swagger that somehow caught the men’s attention. I was definitely not impressed since I knew what lay underneath. I wasn’t going to bad-mouth her to Daron, so when their relationship was revealed I had no choice but to leave him alone. I wasn’t about to fight anyone over a man, especially a man that would only break my heart in the long run.
Lana was warned many times about Daron’s manners. She didn’t fit the mold of the women that he could show off as an accomplishment. Even after all of the lavish things he threw at her, she didn’t illustrate the excellence he wanted. I knew that, had she not pulled the pregnancy stunt, he would have dropped her as soon as he figured out that she wasn’t worthy of being his wife.
* * * I tried to keep my distance for a big part of their relationship, and it wasn’t until a year after they had been married that an awkward situation landed me in his arms again. I was having my 25th birthday party, and I decided to give his club some play to bring him in a little more cash flow as well. I called and left a message regarding my ideas and waited for him to call. I went down to the club to meet him to make all of the arrangements, and as I was leaving he suddenly asked me to wait.
“Kima, wait! I have something to ask you.” “What’s that?” I asked, letting the handle of the door loose from my grip.
“Do you ever think about what life would be like if you and I would have gotten together instead of me dealing with Lana?”
“I think about it all the time, but it doesn’t matter now that she’s your wife.”
“It does matter. You know how I felt about you then, and not much has changed.”
“I would find that really hard to believe. When I was just ready to give us a try, you were already with her.”
“I didn’t think you wanted to be with me,” he said, moving closer to me.
“I wanted you, and I thought you would have figured it out.”
“I guess I was blind then; my eyes weren’t open but they are wide open now.” He grabbed my hand and I tried to resist. I could feel the heat from his body as he moved closer to me. I wanted to turn around and run out the door but I couldn’t. I loved this man once, and I knew it had never died. I had morals and I knew that it was definitely wrong to yearn for another woman’s husband.
I backed away a little when he moved his lips close to mine. “What are you doing, Daron?” I backed up even closer towards the exit.
“I miss you, Kima.”
“Daron, this isn’t right. Please don’t,” I said as I continued to weakly try and push him away.
“You know you can’t resist me. You want me just as bad as I want you.”
“That’s not true. I . . . ” His lips touched mine and he stopped me in mid sentence. I didn’t want to move forward but it felt too good to back away. His lips touching mine brought back all the memories that I tried to put behind me. He held onto me tight, and I let his initiated motion finish through completely. As he began to rub his hands across my back, I felt myself getting wet down below.
He slowly hiked up my mini skirt and pulled my panties down with ease. He hadn’t even touched my throbbing hot spot yet, but I was already nearing an orgasm from the way he flickered his tongue around my neck. I let out a little moan once his fingers finally made their way to my tunnel. He lifted me up onto the table, his fingers still inserted. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, causing my juices to cover his two digits completely. I nibbled on his ear as he continued using his fingers to satisfy me. I was about to burst and tried not to scream as the climax forced me to hold onto him tightly. I could hear voices outside, and as the sounds grew closer I lost my focal point.
“Daron, stop. I think Lana’s coming” I said, pushing him away.
“What?”
“I hear her voice. Shit, Daron, where can I hide.” I was fumbling to straighten my clothing.
“Go into the men’s room; she won’t come in there.”
As she opened the door, he turned and greeted her. I watched from a crack in the bathroom door.
“Hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he said, trying to cover my thongs which were still lying on the floor with his foot.
“Tanya and I were going to the mall. I missed you, so I just wanted to stop by and tell you.”
“You could have called me on the phone and told me that.”
“Well, I wanted to tell you face to face. And anyway, I saw Kima’s car outside. What is she doing here?”
“Oh, that’s really why you came in; you saw her car and wanted to check on me. You ain’t slick!”
“No, that’s not what happened, but I would like to know what her car is doing out there.”
“She came here to put down a deposit on a party.”
“What party? She’s having a party here?” she asked loudly.
“Yeah. She came to drop of the money and her car wouldn’t start. She called some dude to come get her.” He kept a straight face.
“Really?” she asked not convinced. “Well, I’m on my way to the mall. I’ll see you later at home,” she said before kissing him goodbye and heading toward the door. Daron followed and locked the door behind her. “You can come out now!” he yelled through the club.
“Damn, Daron, that shit was too close. This shit cannot go on. Let’s just forget today ever happened!”
“I can’t forget. I need you, Kima, and that’s some real shit. I’ve fucked with plenty women but none give me the feeling that you do.”
“Daron, save it. If you wanted me you would’ve never married her. Look, I have to go. I’m going to forget this, and I would suggest that you do the same!” I quickly walked out of the club and entered my car. I drove away with a nervous feeling in my gut. I knew how I felt about him and I also knew that it was no way I would ever forget what had just happened. It was weeks before I ran into Daron again, and I let my feelings for him take over and I gave in. I couldn’t resist anymore. And though I felt guilty afterwards, I wasn’t guilty enough to leave him alone. I knew he would never be mine but I imagined it each time we were together.
* * * After my shopping outing I rushed home to get dressed and make it to Zanzibar Blue, in time for our girly dinner. It took me three circles around the block to find a parking lot that I was willing to park my BMW in. I wasn’t about to put my ride into a valet
lot so some asshole could put a dent in it. Although I had an okay job, this car was a gift and I wasn’t ready to pay for any damages—especially ones that I didn’t cause. After comfortably parking, I began the two-block walk to the restaurant. I was greeted by the hostess and escorted to the table where my girls Cindy and Gina were waiting.
“Hey, girls, what’s up?” I said before hugging them both. “Damn, I thought I was going to be the last one here. Where are Tanya and Lana?”
“I don’t know. Tanya is probably trying to pry Lana away from that husband of hers.” Cindy said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, they have been spending a lot of time together; I guess they’ve kissed and made up now” Gina spoke before taking a sip of water.
“Well, I wish they would hurry up because I’m hungry as hell,” I said, rubbing my growling stomach.
“Those niggas can buy you cars but they can’t feed your ass, huh?” Cindy said laughing.
“Fuck you Cindy! I can get them to buy me anything I want; don’t get it twisted!” I said, snapping my fingers like the gay skit on In Living Color.
“I’m just playing, girl!” she said tapping, her hands on the table and laughing loudly.
“Hey, ladies, sorry I’m late. Daron was all over me and shit!” Lana said as she walked up to the table from behind.
“Where’s Tanya?” Cindy asked.
“Oh, she couldn’t make it, some bullshit about a babysitter. I think she lied to go see that married man she’s been messing around with,” Lana spoke before sitting down.
“So what’s up with you and Daron?” I guess you’ve kissed and made up now, huh?” Gina asked, smiling.
I sat there burning inside because I was surely not interested in her reply.
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