If Only For One Night

by Brenda Hampton

  “Seems like your husband is jumping from everybody’s pussy but yours. Still wondering if that’s his decision or yours?”

  Before I could stop myself, I stood and threw my drink in his face. Before the drink even got to his face, he returned the favor and threw his drink in my face. I was so stunned that all I could do was stand there and let out a startled scream. I couldn’t see a thing. I screamed again.

  “This shit burns!” I yelled out. I tried to open my eyes as best I could, just so I could find my way to the bathroom. Once I found my way there, I turned on the cold water to wash my face, but as soon as I did, I heard him come into the bathroom. He used his hip to boot me out of the way. I couldn’t see, so I ended up stumbling over something and hit the floor hard. If I would have been able to see, I would have tried to kick his ass. I heard him washing his face, and I opened my eyes just enough to see I was near the shower. I quickly felt for the knobs to turn the water on. I crawled in with all my clothes on and washed my face. By now, the whole area around my eyes was burning. I let the cold water from the shower wash over my face, all the while trying to keep from drowning myself. A feeling of defeat washed over me just as the water did and I gave in to my tears. He couldn’t see them because they blended in with the water from the shower. But that only lasted a second. He turned to look at me before leaving. I was sitting under the water with my knees pulled up to my chest. This would not get the best of me. I stood and pulled my clothes off, choosing to stay in the shower a while. No doubt, I needed to get myself together. I stayed in the shower for about ten minutes, just letting the water drown out the sound of the pouring rain. Although I couldn’t hear it from the outside, the sound inside of my head held me hostage. I turned the water off and grabbed the white robe from the back of the door with the Ritz emblem on the left side. I walked out the bathroom and he was lying in bed watching the 47 inch flat screen LCD TV mounted on the wall.

  “Asshole,” I called him as I sat at the foot of the bed. The bed was big enough for about four adults to sleep in comfortably.

  “Shut up. I’m trying to listen to the weather report,” he snapped.

  “That was rude. Don’t tell me to shut up you jerk!”

  He used his foot to push me off of the bed. I turned the TV off, and on the way out of the door, I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. I rushed from the room, pulling the doors closed behind me so he couldn’t retaliate. I picked up the Remy bottle and the glasses, taking them to the kitchen area. I grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up the mess I had made. My phone vibrated under the chair. Must have fallen when I threw the drink. I got down on my knees and picked it up.

  Where are you? Why you ain’t at home? He had some damn nerve, I thought. Another text came through. Why haven’t you answered my texts?

  I walked over to the mini bar and drank a full, mini- bottle of Crown Royal. They were such small bottles that I didn’t feel as if one would do the trick, so I drank another. I slipped the phone into the pocket of the robe and went back inside of the bedroom. I heard him moving around in the restroom. I needed to get in there, so I could get my clothes out to dry. My phone vibrated again. Two messages back to back. The first one stopped my heart. The next one killed me. I groaned out in a flash of rage and the phone flew from my hand, aiming for the closed bathroom door. Instead, he opened the bathroom door and the phone hit him. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. I was up and over the bed so quick, it looked like something out of a ninja movie. Moving so fast, I hurt my damn ankle when my feet hit the floor. The alcohol had my head spinning, but I was steady.

  I quickly explained, laughing a little inside. “That was not meant to happen. It was a mistake.”

  Didn’t think he would hit me, but he was known for choking people and I was not taking an ass whooping of any kind.

  “Need to get a better fucking aim,” he snapped.

  “Shut up! I said it was a mistake.” Those text messages had rattled me. Had my nerves on end. Could be the alcohol too.

  I watched as he picked up my phone and placed it on the dresser. He then turned to me. He raised his eyebrows and smirked.

  “What are you smiling at?” I asked, folding my arms.

  “You have big chocolate titties.” He chuckled. I didn’t even realize the robe had come open. I quickly closed it tightly around me.

  “Perv. You could have told me my robe was open.”

  He shrugged. “Why in hell would I do that? Let me touch your titties.”

  “I will not.”

  “You let me touch your pussy, but I can’t touch a titty? That’s kind of backwards, isn’t it? You know you want to let me touch’em anyway. Fronting ass.”

  “I am not letting you anywhere near my pussy or my titties.”

  “You mean again, right? I have already been near and damn near in your pussy. Damn, that text from your husband must have messed up your way of thinking. What? Did he come out and tell you he was fucking somebody else in a text message?”

  I glared at him from across the room. “If he did, at least he would have told me. You on the other hand. . .”

  “You have no idea what the fuck you are about to speak on. So silence yourself!” Yes! I was getting underneath his skin.

  “Well, at least, you are an honest lying cheating tricky dick bastard.”

  “Something you wish your husband was, huh?”

  I needed to move from this window. The rain was bothering me. I stared at him as I moved from around the bed and headed to the bathroom. I tried bumping my way past him, but that didn’t work. He grabbed my waist and sat me on the dresser. He used his legs to give my legs a nudge apart. Loosening the tie on my robe, it fell from my shoulders. With both of his hands, he grabbed a handful of my breasts and gave a firm squeeze to both. My nipples were so hard they ached. He flicked both his thumbs across them and made me shiver. My phone vibrated beside us and my husband’s number and name flashed across the screen. The phone was flashing and vibrating like warning bells. I eased my hand over and pushed it until it fell on the floor. I was caught off guard when his damp velvety tongue closed around my right nipple. My back arched against my will and a moan escaped from within me.

  He shrugged. “Just wanted to see if you tasted like chocolate.” He still had a handful of my breasts—massaging them—squeezing them. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to the edge of the dresser. My phone was dancing on the floor. I was vibrating and moving around like a fish out of water. My husband must have known. He must be feeling what I felt that night when I saw death flash across my eyes. I was almost a murderer. A killer, I could have been. I was so close to the edge. Don’t know what made me follow my husband that night. Wish I would have stayed at home. It is true. What you don’t know will never hurt you. What I found out killed me.

  The man in front of me brought my attention back to him, when I realized he was naked in front of me. He had pulled me even closer to the edge of the dresser, pushing my legs further apart. With my pretty round mounds of almond joys still cupped in his hands, he ran his lips from my shoulder all the way over and up my neck to my ear. Thunder shook the earth—again. My phone danced on the floor—again. My pussy vibrated and ached. My back arched and my legs came up and secured his waist. Nicole, you can’t fuck a married man, that little voice inside of my head screamed at me. You can’t do this, it pleaded. You’re married yourself. There is no coming back from this. Just because your husband is a whore doesn’t mean you have to be. Where were you when my husband was . . . when he was . . .?

  My mind went blank, as soon as I felt his fingers creeping around my Brazilian wax. I let out a breath of release when his fingers found their way back inside of me. He brought them out and wiped his wet fingers across my lips. He then leaned in to suck my bottom lip into his mouth and then the top. I believe I could have stopped if he wouldn’t have let me taste his tongue. I probably could have stopped, but a kiss always changes everything. A simple kiss betrayed Jesus. T
his kiss made my body betray me. One hand fondled my breast. The other cupped my neck and brought my face closer to his. I don’t know why or how my hand was holding on to the hand that held me hostage to his lips. Don’t know if you had ever tasted honeysuckle, but his kiss tasted like honeysuckle. Like what they tasted like first thing in the morning, when the dew was still on them. My hands moved to his shoulders, then chest, then down to his abs. I explored his body like I was an explorer. Touched everywhere. Touched everything. My hands had become voyeuristic for my eyes. I gripped his ass before coming back around and grabbing a hold of his dick. His dick was heavy. Heavy and thick and hard. Heavy and thick and hard and long. Better than anything I had ever held in my hand. At this moment, I felt as if I was holding an Oscar. His dick felt like the greatest reward for a role I had never played. This was somebody else’s Oscar I was about to steal for the night. He closed the gap between us and moved my hand. His hand replaced mine and he guided his dick to my abyss. I swear my pussy was leaping. Jumping up and down for joy. She was about to get something she hadn’t received in months. Almost a year. I braced myself, feeling his head break skin. My body tensed and I bit down on my bottom lip. I let out “fuck” before I even knew it.

  “If you relax this would be much easier. Your pussy shouldn’t be this tight. What have you been doing? Obviously, not fucking.”

  I tried to relax, but good gotdamn! This shit was lethal. This man’s dick needs a license to be carried around. This was a weapon. My walls were stretching from here to yonder. My heart beat was slow and hard. I needed to remember to breathe. My head fell back and I yelled out as my back arched and took in all of him. I was tripping like a motherfucker. I was about to OD on the biggest dick in the state of Georgia, Mississippi, Missouri . . . hell, all fifty states! Imagine putting a Cadillac where a ten speed bike was supposed to go. I had never been in so much pleasurable pain before in all of my life. He didn’t move for a while. I felt his muscles moving inside of me and my inner walls responded. His dick. My pussy. They were getting to know each other. After a while, he pulled back until he was almost out of me and slid all the way back in. My nails dug into his arms, until I realized that he was not my prized thoroughbred. You couldn’t send someone else’s steed back with bruises and scratches. I removed my nails and gripped onto the dresser. When he found his rhythm, I was a moaning fool. I couldn’t even think straight as he pushed in and out of me with a steady beat and precise motion. My body didn’t know whether to convulse or suction. I slowly moved my hips back and forward to match him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. It was hard trying to keep in sync with him, especially when he mastered the art of multiple orgasms. I wiped the drool from my mouth and looked down to see my come all over his dick. I watched as he moved in and out and a fresh batch would coat his dick. It was thick, creamy and white. Almost like whipped frosting. He picked me up and moved me to the bed.

  “Face down, ass up,” he ordered. I served.

  With no questions asked, I did what he’d said. I put my best arch forward and gripped the covers because I already knew I wasn’t ready for this. Before I could even prepare myself mentally, he gave a hard thrust and I yelled out. Don’t know if it was from pain or pleasure, or both. He gave a whole new meaning to the words rock your body. My hair cascaded around my face and flowed with the waves he was causing. With his hands around my waist, keeping me planted in the arch and the angle he wanted, he literally beat the pussy up. My thighs were weak and burning like I had been running a marathon. I don’t know why, but in my head he was fucking me to the tune of Jazmine Sullivan’s “Holding you down (Going in circles)”. Or that could have been playing on the TV in the background. Either way, I moved my hips back to the same rhythm until his breathing changed. His grip tightened around my waist and he went deeper and harder.

  “I keep going in circles, circles. Round and round. The way you doing me so wrong and I just keep holding you down. I feel so stupid. Foolish. Loving you this way but what can I say? I wanna go, but I keep coming back.”

  The chorus of that song had me throwing my ass back like we were dancing on the dance floor.

  He halted the motion. “Oh you fancy, huh? Throwing the pussy back to the tune of the song?”

  I didn’t respond. At least not with words. The harder he pounded, the harder I threw it back. I fucked him back like it was revenge. I gave it to him like it shouldn’t have been given to any man that wasn’t my husband. I arched lower and felt him fall deeper into it. I moved my ass like I was hypnotized and fucked him like I didn’t have a husband. Flashes of the night I followed my husband lit across my mind like lightening lit the sky. The man behind me grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up. He had my hair like it was reigns and pulled me hard back into him again and again and again, until I felt him swell and release. He slowly released my hair and I fell face first into the mattress. He fell next to me. My breathing was intense and I needed a minute. After a while, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. My legs were like cooked spaghetti. I almost fell three damn times. I pulled myself together and turned the shower on. I didn’t even realize I was sweating until I looked in the mirror. I quit looking at the woman in front of me and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good against my sore muscles. Felt like I had been worked over and under. I saw the bathroom door open and he stepped into the shower with me. Dick was still semi hard. My pussy was still jumping—jumping like a Destiny Child’s song. I took a towel and lathered it with soap. Old habits die hard. I turned around and washed him from head to toe. All he had to do was stand there.

  “You do this for your husband too, Nicole?”

  I shrugged and kept washing him. I kneeled down so I could wash his thighs, legs, and feet. I even took the time to rinse the soap on his dick off and placed a couple of kisses here and there. Ok, so I sucked his dick. What? Don’t judge me! I guess you want to know if I swallowed, too, huh? Sorry, I haven’t received a swallow-ship yet. I let his seeds spill onto my chest and legs. I rewashed him and moved the shower head so I could rinse the soap away. He stepped out of the shower and I followed a little bit after. After tidying up the bathroom, I walked out. He was on the phone. I minded my business and picked up my phone. Ten missed calls from my husband and fifteen text messages. The last one read that he would be coming home tonight after all. Claimed he was worried because I wasn’t answering his calls.

  “Does he know she is sending you pictures of them together?”

  “What?” I asked. He caught me off guard with that question.

  “Does he know she is doing that trifling shit?”

  I swallowed away the feeling in the pit of my stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “I saw the picture when I picked your phone up off the floor.”

  It took me a while, but I shrugged.

  “A man knows, Nicole. Not talking about the pictures either. Your husband knows something is up. That’s why your phone is ringing off the hook.”

  I shrugged again. I had cotton mouth. Tongue felt thick.

  “Remember there is always a difference between the woman a man will fuck and the one he will marry,” he added. “He may be fucking her, but he’s married to you.”

  That annoyed me, and finally I said his name, and said it out loud. “That shit doesn’t make sense, Jaylin! That makes no fucking sense!”

  “Yes, it does. You just don’t want it to.”

  “That’s the shit men come up with to try and pacify . . .”

  “Not trying to pacify anyone. It’s the truth. If I wanted to pacify you, I would stick my dick back in your mouth.”

  Before I could respond, my phone vibrated. My flight will be in at six in the morning. Say something to let me know you got this message. I’m catching the first plane out tonight.

  He was in LA. Thousands of miles away with somebody else. I stood there and stared at the phone for the longest time. The robe I had on was wide open and Jaylin had a towel wrapped around h
is waist. In a sense we were strangers, but not so much. I was comfortable enough to let him see my body in the open. Took me months after my daughter was born to get this body back.

  “Yes, Jaylin,” I said, plopping back on the bed. “My husband is cheating on me.”

  He sat next to me, holding my hand with his. “Well, I knew that. You needed to admit it to yourself first.”

  I shook my head. “I followed him.”

  “What?”

  “I followed him. About a month ago.”

  “Damn, baby. If you had to do all of that then you already knew.”

  I shook my head again and chewed on my bottom lip. “I had to be sure. I had to see for myself.”

  The rain outside started to fall harder and the lights went off in the hotel as thunder and lightning danced together in the sky. The hotel phone rang and gave him a courtesy call, telling him that the backup generators would kick in soon. I inched back on the bed, closing my robe and laying on my back. He lay on the other side of the bed with both arms propped behind his head. I opened my mouth and let my demons escape. Told him about the night I followed my husband. My husband had been too anxious to leave the house. It was midnight and he said he needed to smoke. My husband was a smoker. Said he needed some more Newports. Disgusting shit to be a smoker. I finally gave in and told him he could go. We always argued about his habit. As soon as I saw the car leave, I put on my Nike Shox and pulled on my Polo raincoat. I ran out of the house and through the wooded area that was like a pathway to the gas station my husband was going to. I ran like my life depended on it. I made it just in time to see him pay for the cigarettes and hop back into the car. Instead of coming home, he turned the corner and went down the back street where a shopping mall was. I was like a hunter as I ran. I took the rest of the pathway and ran like I had been running track since high school. Of course the car was faster than me, but I kept running anyway. I was hoping he was just going to the Burger King to get a late night snack, so I kept running. I stopped when I saw two cars parked at the back of the darkest part of the shopping mall. There was my Nissan Altima and a black Lincoln sedan. My heart fell out of my chest. I don’t know why, but I inched closer to the cars. Rain was coming down hard and my vision was blurry, but I just had to see for myself if this was my husband. I walked up to the front of the car. I didn’t hide. I saw him. I saw him with her skirt pushed around her waist and my husband’s face was buried in between her legs. He was eating like he hadn’t eaten in years. My heart fell to the ground and I threw up. I guess the rain or the music playing in her car drowned me out. When I got myself together and stood back up, her eyes were on me. She was looking right at me like she knew I would be there. She didn’t move. She seemed to get off on the fact that I was standing there. My hand went into my coat pocket and the gun that I carried came into my grasp. I pulled the gun out, slowly aiming it at her. She tensed and her breath caught, but the bitch didn’t scream or move. She never even tapped him on his shoulder to tell him they both were about to die. Her eyes stayed on me. He came up and immediately went inside of her. They were in the back seat of her car. Her back was against the driver side door. I could have blown his brains out right where I stood. She still kept her eyes on me, as he thrust in and out of her. She even kissed him with her eyes on me. I removed the safety from the gun and cocked back. A sound erupted the night. A baby crying in the distance brought me back to reality. I had left my kids at home with my little brother.