Thicker Than Water
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Sasha’s feet felt as if they were firmly planted into the ground but as she admitted her love for Chauncey, they began to take flight and she made her way to him. She lifted her gown and didn’t even offer Mike an apology; she just rushed to her man, her love.
Chauncey pulled her close as she finally reached him, and looked deeply into her eyes. He held Aubrey with his right hand, as his left hand caressed Sasha’s face. He leaned in to kiss her lips and Sasha braced herself for what she had been missing. She could feel his breath on her face as he went from inches away, to almost nose to nose with her. She could smell him, almost taste him, she closed her eyes and her heart melted, and then . . . and then . . . and then . . .
“Nooooooooo!!!” Sasha screamed, as she abruptly sat upright in her bed. “No, no, no!” She bawled, more quietly, when she noticed that Mike was still peacefully asleep next to her. Chauncey was gone. That was her reality. But in her dreams, she could still have him, or at least, she thought she could. Lately, it seemed that she couldn’t even have that.
She looked down at her wedding ring on her finger, which barely sparkled in the dark, but she still knew that it was there. It was all a lie. She could hear the crickets chirping outside as she gently lifted herself out of bed, and treaded softly out of the room.
She crept into Aubrey’s room and could see her sleeping serenely, clutching her worn-out pink teddy bear.
We’ve got to get that thing out of here.
Her baby, she was so beautiful, looking more and more like Chauncey every day. She blew her a silent kiss as she turned around and headed for the stairs.
She quietly made her way down the dark staircase and could see the moonlight illuminating the dimness of their home. As Sasha entered the living room, she took a seat on the couch, looking around at her beige living room in the night and thinking of how it reflected her present situation. Her life was now so beige. Chauncey would never allow all of this beige. He would have made me throw some color, or at least some black up in here. Mmm, Chauncey.
Her thoughts of him reentered her head as she imagined him the way he appeared in her dream. Those thoughts then turned to ones of their old steamy nights, as Sasha imagined Chauncey’s lips and tongue caressing her body. Mike didn’t know how to do it like him; Mike didn’t know how to do it at all.
Sasha’s sex life was lacking and she was in desperate need. Sasha thought of how Chauncey used to throw her on the dining room table and eat her like dinner. She imagined Chauncey parting her legs and kissing her thighs as her fingers made her way down her white silk nightie and to her thighs, tracing her fingertips softly up and down, trying her best to emulate a tongue.
Then, she thought of him parting her second lips with his tongue and discovering her tender clit, gently sucking on it and flicking it, the way she loved. Her fingers tried to do these visions justice as she lay her head back on the couch and kicked her legs up on the table. Oh, she softly moaned.
You like that?
Yes . . .
Show me.
She moaned sultrily the way Chauncey liked it, and even said the dirty words lightly that he loved to hear.
Yes, right there, daddy. Eat your pussy . . . this is your pussy.
That’s my girl.
She could hear him. She could feel him. And she wondered if whatever he was doing in his cell right now, could he taste her?
She could feel herself building up to an orgasm as she moved her fingers faster and faster.
“Oh Chauncey, oh yes . . . oh my God, yes,” she cried in passion. Her face grew hot and her left leg began to shake as her hair lay against her wet forehead, which was now sweating.
“Yes . . . yes . . .”
“Sasha!” Mike yelled, interrupting her one-on-one party, and cutting her orgasm short.
“Hu-huh?” she stammered, hoping that he hadn’t heard her.
“You all right down there? You coming to bed?”
She took a deep breath to regain her composure, and pulled her nightie back down to her thighs. She was cumming, but now she figured that she was just coming . . . back to bed.
“Yes . . . yes, I’m fine,” she stuttered. “I’ll be right up.”
She could hear his heavy footsteps retreat from the stairs slowly back to the bedroom, and she wondered how she had missed hearing them in the first place. She also wondered how Mike had managed to keep her dissatisfied, even when he wasn’t involved in the encounter.
Damn, she thought, standing up and making her way back to her bedroom. Back to reality.
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