by Nicety
"Well, I think he said it was something important that's why I came in so hastily. I didn't think you should wait. Pardon my intrusion." Tara folded her arms shooting me a look as if to say she'd be damned if she walked out now.
"I should probably be getting to class anyway, Mrs. Jamison." Eva stood gathering her things as I sighed silently in disappointment. "But if you give me the information I can be there, no sweat."
"Oh okay." I stood and rushed over to my desk snatching one of my business cards and flipping it over on the back.
I jotted my address down and the time, 10pm. Tara was extra nosey, peeking her head over to see what I was writing. She was becoming a pain in my neck rather than a fly on the wall, observing. I handed the card to Eva and escorted her out the door, smiling and letting her know that I was happy with her decision. In no way, form, or fashion was I trying to be in a relationship with Tara but she was surely tripping almost as hard as Trent was. Even though I was overly excited about the small party I was secretly planning at my house, once I closed the door behind Eva my excitement dwindled to shit.
"Tara, you cannot be interrupting my sessions like that. There has to be a line drawn between boss and employee.” Frustration read on my face as I spoke.
“Well technically, I don’t work for you. I work for the university—“
“Yes but you’re under my supervision. I do not want to have to speak to you about that again.”
“Eh, excuse me for thinking that I was free to do what I wanted since I was the boss’ licking pet.” Tara moved closer to me.
“Stop it, Tara. Please just go back out to the front desk and man the phones.”
“Why? Let them ring,” she whispered as she bumped her tits with mine. “I’m more interested in finding out why you were in here inviting that little slut to your house tonight.”
“You’re minding business that doesn’t concern you,” I replied, surprised that she had gathered all of that in that short amount of time.
“My business is this pussy and that dick you’re nursing at home. That shit belongs to me. It’s mine and I have a right to know when it’s stepping out on me.” Tara reached her hand around to my ass giving a playful little tap. “You don’t give this shit away without my consent.”
“Okay, I’m convinced that you are definitely out of your mind now,” I laughed slapping a slew of papers down on my desk before taking a seat behind it.
Tara squinted her eyes at me before headed over to the door securing it with a quick turn of the lock. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing my confusion, so I remained calm. She was taking this affair to a whole other level. She didn’t seem to get it through her head that I was never going to be hers. But what pissed me off even more was that the fact that she found it cute to keep rubbing in my face that she was happily fucking both me and my husband.
“Tell me to my face that this pussy ain’t mine.” Tara pulled me up by hands out of my chair.
“It is the middle of the day, Tara. We can’t do this now. We’ll get caught.”
“No one’s coming through that locked door, bitch. Now shut up and bend that ass over, toot that big motherfucker up just like I taught you.” She grabbed both sides of my skirt, pulling it up above my ass forcefully.
I tried to fight her. I tried to fight the horny feelings that escalated since watching Eva’s sensual dance, but the bitch between my legs was weak. She yearned to be played with, fiddled like a musical instrument. The entire time her lips pressed softly against my ass cheeks and her tongue made its way into my asshole, I thought about the fact that this couldn’t last. I would need to break it off with her before it was too late. It needed to stop before I got in so deep that she would be sleeping in the bed my husband and I built. For reasons I'll never be able to explain, I was addicted to the way she made me cum.
For that reason alone, I did as I was told. I sauntered over to the sofa allowing my ass cheeks to slap together over my thong. At the couch, I buried my face in one of the cushions hiking my skirt up a little more. I never liked to be fully naked when she fucked me. It was too much to get my clothes on and off properly if someone were to knock on the door for anything. Tara massaged my booty, pushing the cheeks together fast to make them clap. It only made me hotter. I popped my ass in her face as she hummed sensually sticking her tongue out for me to bounce on top of it.
Tara stuck her tongue in my asshole, flickering around until she got to my pussy then backed out abruptly. I turned looking back with a disheveled expression wondering what the hell she was waiting on. We didn’t have much time in this office before someone came lurking and wondering what was going on in here. I grabbed her head pushing it into my butt giving her a slight hint that she needed to get it on.
“The fuck are you waiting for?”
“Kelly, you’ve gotten too spoiled to this shit.”
“What? Ugh, can you stop trippin’ and just fucking lick me already?” I did a brief whining dance.
“Naw, you think you’re slick. You invited that bitch to your house tonight to fuck you and Trent, didn’t you?” She slapped my ass so hard that motherfuckas on the other side of the building could have heard it. “Didn’t you?”
“Ah, yeah. Damn. It’s not personal. I just needed to do this for me, for my marriage.”
“Naw, we’re gonna do this for us not just you. So, I’m inviting myself since you were so rude and figured you weren’t going to tell me.” Tara slapped my ass hard again. “So rude.”
“I wasn’t being rude. It wasn’t for y—“
“Let me tell you something, Kelly, I don’t like to be snubbed on shit. So don’t cross me. Don’t fuck with me. You’ve got me open as hell and I don’t do that for just anybody. Don’t make me regret fucking with you.” Tara blew me a kiss before unlocking the door. “You might want to fix your clothes. Anybody could walk up in here and see that fat ass all exposed and in the air and whatnot.”
Tara walked out the door leaving it minimally cracked open on purpose. I stood, rushing to pull myself together before lurking eyes saw. I kind of already felt like people around the office were already talking and whispering about us, but I pretended like I didn’t notice. If people see you react to bullshit they’ll automatically know you’re on bullshit. I worked too damn hard to lose my career, especially for some worthless as secretary. What Tara failed to realize was that I didn’t give a fuck about her. I just liked it when she made me wet and made my pussy cum.
Chapter 9
That Night
Fresh out the shower, I shimmied into one of my old slips this time his favorite color blue. I squeezed a very generous amount of Victoria Secrets lotion into my hand then rubbed the strawberry fragrant gel all over my body. He loved this lotion. There was something about things that smelled like strawberries that drove him insane. Even though those other bitches would be here tonight, the focus would be all on me for sure. I was the only one who loved him and I was more than willing to do what a wife needed to do to keep her man. Naw, he wasn’t getting rid of me that easily no matter how badly I want to give up sometimes. Nothing's perfect but he's worth it after fighting through my tears, I’d feel like less of a woman if I conceded and let those other hoes have him.
He was in the garage, drinking a beer. It was his home away from home when he wanted to be alone. Lately, he had been using it often. He would probably hear Eva and Tara pull up so it was perfect. They were his meal and it was time for baby to eat. Some people might have called me a fool for giving my husband all this extra pussy. But in my eyes I was doing what a real woman would do to save her marriage. I was doing it to keep the man I loved. Nobody in the world loved him and wanted him more than me. No one knew what we had gone through together. This man loved me when I didn’t even have enough courage to love myself. He stayed with me even when he had no reason to. Giving up on him didn’t seem like a viable option, even if it hurt me to my core to stay.
"Hello," I answered my ringing phone.
"We're parking down the street. Since it's dark he shouldn't see us walking up to the front door," Tara said.
"Us? You're with Eva?"
"Yeah. I flagged her down and made her park behind me. I just filled her in on what's going on. We're almost there."
Ugh. I hung up the phone disgusted by her intrusion on my night. She had to have known that she was not wanted. It was bad enough that I had to deal with her fucking my man solo but now I had to watch them in bed together. My adrenaline pumped again, much like it did on that night a few months ago when I busted him upside the head. I’m not a killer but Tara was definitely fucking pushing me.
I didn’t even give them a chance to ring the doorbell before I opened the door. They clicked their heels along the floor as I hurriedly pulled them in the house. Using hand motions, I instructed them to leave everything at the front door. It was an ideal place for their things because when this night was over, all they had to do was grab and go.
"So, let's get this shit on and poppin'." Eva danced.
"Tara, take her on up to my bedroom. I'm sure you know where it is, right?" Sarcasm fueled my tone.
"Stop acting like that, Kelly." Tara took Eva by the hand as they made their way upstairs.
I chose not to feed off into her attempt to piss me off. Instead, I headed over to the counter pulling the two grand out of my purse that I had gotten from the ATM earlier. The fresh one hundred dollar bills slipped inside of the envelope I was holding marked Eva, sealing it and setting it on the counter. Trent came walking through the patio door in the knick of time, since I was on my way to the garage to get him.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked taking a seat in front of his computer.
“What are you about to do, work? It’s too beautiful of a night for all of that, baby.” I kept my tone very soothing, making sure not to piss him off.
“You’re up to something, Kelly. You know I don’t like it when you act sneaky and shit.”
“Well, maybe if you follow me upstairs you can find your surprise,” I smiled switching my hips as I walked up the stairs.
He followed me like the dog in heat that he was. It could have been out of shear curiosity that made him come behind me rather than the visible peek-a-boo booty I was showing off. But whatever it was, he would be thoroughly surprised when he reached the bedroom. As we neared the top of the stairs, sounds began coming from the room as the lights from the candles I lit earlier flickered underneath the door. Trent stopped in his tracks right behind me staring at the door almost as if it were the black plague or something.
“What the fuck is going on in there?” He asked pushing me roughly towards the door.
“I don’t know baby, damn. Un-ass me.” I snatched my arm from his grip.
I was a little pissed that Tara had started up the show without us in the room. She knew this was my plan and it seemed like she was trying to do everything in her power to sabotage it. My dislike for her was beginning to slowly grow into hate. Those feelings became more apparent the louder the sounds grew. Trent gradually opened the door shoving it open, feasting his eyes on the two women rubbing and sucking on each other lustfully. Eva was losing her mind from the head job Tara was giving her and secretly I became jealous.
“What the fuck is this shit you steady pulling, Kelly? Huh? You think this shit is cool? You think you funny?” Trent grabbed me by my chin hemming me along the wall on the outside of the door.
“No, baby. This was for you. It was all for you.”
“Why the fuck do you keep doing this shit?” He dug his nails harder into my skin, pressing my head trying to smash it against the wall so much that I could barely speak let alone scream.
“Baby, I’m just trying to give you what you want only with me included. I’m trying to show you that you can do that kind of stuff with me. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.” My lips struggled to speak as his hand moved down to my neck chocking the life out of me.
“Stop doing this shit. Okay, so you know about Tara. Do you think that’s gonna stop me from fucking her? Huh? Stop trying to get me to have orgies with you. That’s not what I want and it’s not who I see you as. Wives don’t do this type of shit. Stay in your lane, Kelly,” Trent snarled silently in my ear with his fingers becoming tighter while tears formed in the crevices of my eyes. “You fucking hear me?”
“I just did it cause I love you, Trent. What do I have to do to prove that to you, to prove that I want this marriage to work?” I asked as he backed off of me, punching the wall immediately to my left.
“What do you have to do? Nothing. There ain’t shit you can do.” He walked into the room removing his t-shirt on the way in.
I followed him clenching my neck, thanking God for the relief of being able to breathe again. Trent stopped in his tracks turning to see me right behind him and escorted me right back out the door. He pressed my back against the wall again this time pointing his index finger all in my face searching for the words to scold me with yet again.
“You ain’t going in there. Not tonight,” he whispered.
“What? Yes the fuck I am. I set this whole thing up. It was my idea and my gift to you.”
“Okay, and thank you for the gift. Now, I’m going to go unwrap my shit and you’re going downstairs to the couch.” He poked me firmly in my chest.
“No, I’m not. That wasn’t the plan. You’re not about to do this shit to me. This was supposed to fix us, not break us apart.” I shoved him trying to get in the room.
He shoved me back. I muffed him in the head before shoving him in the chest again. I got in the room making it all the way to the bed before feeling his hand across my face slapping me to the floor. I fell holding my throbbing face wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. I looked up into Tara’s eyes as she and Eva just sat there, doing absolutely nothing but watching. Trent took me by the ankle and dragged me towards the door while my fingernails struggled to grip the carpet to stop it.
“Argh, Trent, stop. Let me go,” I begged him still stressing to stay in the room, kicking my feet to get his hands off of me.
“Stay in your fucking lane, Kelly, and this ain’t it,” He bellowed pulling me into the hallway, standing over me. “I don’t need you to set up fuck dates with me and other women. If I want to fuck you then I will, if not then I won’t deal with it. This marriage was over a long fucking time ago.”
I cried, bawling my eyes out and curling into the fetal position as he went in our bedroom and shut the door. The rug burn on my legs and back stung tremendously as I lay there waiting on someone, anyone to come out the room to rescue me from the floor. After another five minutes of wallowing in my tears, I picked myself up and went downstairs to the couch as I was told. My soul was hurt, damn near destroyed even. I nestled my face in the cushions praying for the sweet relief of death. It was the only thing that I felt would get rid of the pain that I was feeling inside. Eventually I cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 10
The next day
When I woke up, it was the dead of morning. I raised my head groggily to get a good look at the time on the microwave that read 8:59am. The sun glared through the patio doors blinding me as I rubbed the sleep crust from my eyes. The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as I looked over at Tara and Eva’s stuff on the floor by the door, didn’t help the nauseating feeling that was quickly reaching the back of my throat. Footsteps could be heard coming down the steps as I rose from the couch entering the kitchen for scrambling to make coffee.
“Kelly, I am so—“
“Don’t. Just don’t, Tara. You had nothing to say last night, so don’t bother saying shit now. Alright?” I tussled through my bed hair unable to even look at her.
“But Kel—“
“Don’t!” I put my hand up becoming sick at the sound of her voice as Eva slipped over quietly snatching her envelope off the kitchen counter.
I didn’t have shit to say to either one of them. As women,
I expected them to at least have helped me or said something. Tara should have said something if Eva was too dumbfounded to do so. They probably thought it was the norm in our household for my husband to treat me like shit. Last night only awakened my eyes and showed me that I had been playing the fool the entire time. As they gathered their things and walked out the front door, I decided that I was no longer going to live my life for this marriage. I was going to live for my happiness alone. I needed to force myself to come to the realization that our marriage was truly and utterly over.
Sitting down at the computer, I searched the web for some information that I should have been searching for months ago. I couldn’t believe that I had been a doormat for so long, that I allowed myself to do some of the most stupid things for love. As I pressed the print button and closed down the computer, I realized that I was taking a step in the right direction. I stared out into our large backyard and outdoor Jacuzzi feeling a sense of freedom and accomplishment. I was done feeling sorry for myself, feeling like I had something to prove.
“No, bitch. You’re going to talk to me. I don’t give a fuck about you having an attitude, hell I got one too.” Tara came storming back in through my front door.
“Damn, I’ve gotta learn to lock the door when motherfuckas leave.” My lips growled underneath my breath. “Did you come back for closure or something? Because if you did, don’t trip. I’m fine. I should’ve known better than to think I could do anything to fix this.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to understand baby. You don’t need him. You need me.” Tara waltzed over trying to put her hands around my waist.
“Naw, get the fuck off of me. You didn’t do shit last night to help me and you for damn sure didn’t think to leave the room since I wasn’t in there.” I slapped her hand away. “You just want what I have. You want my husband. Well I give up. You can have his sorry ass. Let him beat on somebody besides me.”
