Prohibited: an erotic novel

by Patrese, Donnee

I was so angry I was virtually speechless.

  “Maxine, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.’

  He reached for my hand and in the process he tipped over the bottle of wine causing all of its contents to spill onto the nice tablecloth and-me.

  I couldn’t help it. I screamed and leaped up from the table.

  “Maxine I am so sorry.” He said scrambling to my side.

  There was red wine all over my skirt and dripping down my legs.

  “Michael, it’s okay.” I said grabbing a napkin and trying to pat dry my skirt.

  A couple of servers rushed over with napkins. Michael grabbed one and began to help dry off my skirt and my legs.

  He seemed distraught by my wetness, but I was more concerned by the wetness in my panties. The way his fingers brushed across my legs as he gently wiped the wine that had softly dripped to my knees was making me crazy. I was not sure how much more of this I could take.

  “Michael, it’s okay.” I pleaded. “I can take it from here.”

  “Maxine, just let me get this off you.”

  ‘Michael, stop touching me!”

  He stopped and stood upright. He stared at me for a second and sighed. He reached for my hand and I yanked it back. I didn’t care who was watching. I needed to get out of there.

  “Just take me home.”

  “Maxine, please. We can still enjoy dinner.”

  “No, take me home!”

  I needed to get away from him as fast as I could. I had been around men like him before. Why do I always find the men with all the problems?

  The server returned asking if we wanted dessert and before I could answer Michael said no and asked for the check. I could tell that he was upset and remorseful, but I didn’t care.

  We made our way to the car with me sprinting ahead and him apologizing the whole way.

  “Maxine, I’m so sorry. I had a moment. Please just listen to me.”

  He unlocked the car for me with a beep and I got inside. He slammed the door shut behind him and turned to me. Before he could say anything, I stopped him in his tracks. If he wanted to call me a bitch then he would get a bitch.

  “Just drive!”

  He glared at me for a second then turned to put on his seatbelt. He started the car and we began the 40-minute drive back to my apartment.

  He focused on the cars and the road ahead, but on a few occasions I would see him glance my way. At the next red light we stopped at, he turned and looked at me. I didn’t want to look but I turned and looked at him anyway. The street lights put a glow on his handsome face and for an instant I could see signs of his age.

  He smiled

  I didn’t smile back.

  He sighed.

  “Are you still angry with me?” He asked searching my face.

  “What do you think?”

  I continued to stare out of the windshield.

  The light turned green and we continued toward my apartment. His face gave nothing away as he focused on the road. I set back in my seat and stared out of the window. I watched as the trees flew passed. Buildings whizzed by, the lights making the shadows come to life.

  We said nothing for the next fifteen minutes it took to get to my apartment. We pulled into the parking lot and Michael parked the car in a spot near the front of the building. When the car stopped I turned and looked at him.

  “Thanks for dinner.” I said opening the passenger side door.

  I stepped out of the car slamming the door shut. I frantically made my way to my apartment.

  “Maxine, wait!” He yelled getting out of the car.

  I turned and watched him as he approached. The sad look he was sporting the whole ride here had vanished and was replaced with confidence.

  “I apologize.” He said somewhat out of breath.

  “What are you apologizing for? Apparently you think I’m a bitch.” I said folding my arms across my chest.

  “I should never have said that. That anger was not meant to be directed at you. I was just a little tired of having my feelings pushed aside.”

  I wasn’t sure if I was going to except his apology.

  “Please, can we just go inside and talk for a few minutes. I would like to explain.”

  Every fiber of my being was telling me that I should not let him in my apartment. I should just tell him to leave and be done with him. I tell myself that I have had enough with the bad decisions, but my libido gets the best of me.

  “Fine, you can come inside.” I blurted.

  He smiled.

  “Thank you.”

  I opened my apartment door and we made our way inside. I kicked off my shoes sitting my keys on the coffee table. I turned. Michael’s coat was gone and he was standing very close to me. My heart started to pound in my chest.

  “Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

  He closed the distance between us shaking his head.

  “Is there anything else I could get you?”

  I licked my dry lips.

  He reached out pulling my body against his.

  “Michael you said you just wanted to talk.”

  He gave me a mischievous smirk.

  “I lied.”

  He leaned down placing his lips on mine. Our tongues played back and forth and I melted against him. He backed me up against the wall never taking his lips from mine.

  I hit the wall with a thud.

  “Ow!” I exclaimed.

  “I’m sorry,” he said “Just give me a second. I promise I will make you feel better.”

  His lips trailed down my neck licking and kissing me. I felt his hand glide up my thigh and under my skirt. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. He ran his fingers between my legs caressing me and teasing me.

  “Cara mia, you are so wet.” He whispered into my ear. “I see you want me just as much as I want you.”

  Before I had anytime to protest, I felt him move and pull down my panties. On his knees, he removed them throwing them over his shoulder. At this view he was able to make me feel so vulnerable. He used his tongue and licked the entire length of my right leg coming very close to my wetness.

  “Mmm, Michael,” I moaned.

  He stood returning his lips to mine.

  I wanted him so bad that I completely lost my mind. I pushed him off me dropping to my knees. I began to undo the button and zipper on his slacks. I could see him bulging from his dark blue boxers. I slowly released his dick and took it into my mouth. I stroked his shaft with my hand as I slowly played with the head using my tongue.

  “Oh, Maxine. Oh Shit.” He grunted as I continued pleasuring him.

  I could feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth. His hand was gently moving my head. I came up for air and he grabbed my arms lifting me off my knees. He pushed me against the wall and this time he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He hurriedly guided himself inside of me. I gasped as I felt him filling me. It didn’t take long before I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax. He buried his head into my neck. He held me with strong hands and never faltered in his strokes.

  “I’m going to make you love me.” He whispered into my ear.

  The pleasure I was feeling clouded anything he was saying to me. I couldn’t take it any longer. I came with a loud moan, struggling to catch my breath. A few minutes later he was coming inside of me. I felt a little drip down my leg.

  He just held me and I could hear his breathing getting closer to normal.

  Eventually, I dropped my legs, my bare feet hitting the carpeted floor. He pulled away and I was left with my body still tingling.

  “I think I had better go, before I drag you into the bedroom for round two.” He said smiling.

  I had all these thoughts running through my head yet none of them made it out. I simply just nodded in agreement. I was afraid that I would open my mouth and insist on a “round two”.

  He fastened his pants and walked over to his coat. I final
ly moved and followed him to the door. He opened it and stepped out letting in the cool fall air. He turned and kissed me softly on the lips.

  “I’ll call you.” He stated.

  “Whatever.” I said slamming the door in his face.

  I turned and leaned my body against the warm wood trying to collect all my thoughts.

  Finally finding my voice, I stated out loud.

  “What in the hell have I gotten myself into?”

  Maria

  “Can we hurry up?” I said looking at my watch.

  It was a quarter past two and I really needed to get going.

  “I need to meet Selena so I can get the house ready for Thanksgiving.”

  I raised my head and tried hard not to look at their faces. Instead I focused on the room around me.

  Dr. Julian’s office was very contemporary with abstract framed art on the walls and carpeting the color of puke green.

  The puke green color scheme continued to the leather chair that Dr. Julian sat in facing the long leather couch of the same color.

  Dr. Julian, as usual, scribbled on her notepad occasionally looking up to smile at Michael and to shoot me evil glares.

  Her chair leaned against a huge over sized cherry wood desk that is covered in tacky frames and kiddy artwork.

  If it were up to me, I would have chosen a more professional therapist.

  Her office is very tawdry and unprofessional. I can’t stay in there for long let alone for an hour during our twice-weekly sessions. It was very depressing.

  I am not certain why we are here. Seeing this therapist is a misuse of my valuable time. We were forty minutes into today’s session and I felt nothing had been accomplished.

  It was all Michael’s suggestion we see a therapist. We only discussed Michael wanting additional sex and how I am by no means focusing on his needs. I would hope that taking care of his children and keeping our affairs in order would serve precedent over his “needs”. I’m sorry if I am trying to run a household and raise his two children.

  Plus, wasn’t he getting his needs met elsewhere? Then why in the hell do I need to be here to discuss anything with him.

  The therapist looked at me and folded her arms across her chest. She didn’t look happy.

  “So tell me Maria. Is putting the house together for thanksgiving and shopping with your friends more important than working through issues in your marriage?”

  “Well, there is a lot to do.” I answer nonchalantly.

  I looked at my watch again. I am going to be late.

  Michael sighed.

  Dr. Julian sighed.

  “What? We sit here and we talk about the same things at every session. Today I have more important things to do.”

  “This is what I deal with everyday.” Michael said.

  I observed that tiny vein in his neck pulsating. That always happened when he was angry.

  “Everything else is more important to her than I am. Selena is more important, impressing her friends is more important.”

  I am appalled that he would say that! I stood and faced him.

  “That is a lie. Not everything is more important than you, however if I don’t put our boys, our friends and our lifestyle first, who will?”

  I was starting to get really agitated. In his mind, he was always the victim.

  Michael stood up and faced me. He is seven inches taller than I am. I looked at him. He looked so much older. From this angle, I could see all the wrinkles on his face including that one wrinkle that creases his mouth. Later I may talk to him about some silicone injections.

  He ran his hand through his sable hair. His voice sounded tired when he spoke.

  “Maria,” he said reaching out and grabbing my hand.

  “You are a wonderful mother. Our sons are kind,

  generous and intelligent young men. Your loyalty and dedication to this family has never been in question.”

  He moved closer to me and I started to feel uneasy.

  I took a step back.

  “All I am asking for is a friend and a companion. I need more than just a lover. Why can’t you understand? Why can’t you be a wife to me?”

  “If that were true you wouldn’t be fucking every woman with a pulse.”

  “Maria!” Dr. Julian yelled.

  I quickly started to lose my composure.

  “I apologize for my foul language. Although, you should ask your star pupil what he has been up to before you judge me.”

  Dr. Julian leaned back in her chair and started to scribble madly on her notepad.

  I resumed my seat on the ghastly leather couch. I crossed my legs and leaned back. It was silent in the room.

  Dr. Julian looked up from her notepad.

  “Michael, are you having an affair? It is time that you told the truth.”

  My eyes traveled to Dr. Julian. I am really starting to despise her. Michael hung his head and avoided our eyes.

  “It’s true.”

  Dr. Julian looked surprised.

  “How long has this affair been going on Michael?

  “Multiple affairs for the last six years.”

  I was stunned. I knew Michael had been having affairs for awhile but not for six years. I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out.

  Dr. Julian looked so upset.

  “Michael, express why you feel there is a need for these other women.”

  Michael looked into her eyes.

  “I love my wife. I have never stopped loving her, but a man has needs. I need a woman to love me. I don’t think Maria can give me that.”

  “Have you told her about these things? Do you tell her when we are not in this setting that you love her?”

  “I do. I also try to show her that I think she is beautiful. I want to show her my love physically. It just doesn’t matter to her.”

  I could not believe he was speaking like this. He wanted to show me his love physically? Than what was he showing all of those other women?

  Dr. Julian’s eyes shifted from Michael to me.

  “How long have you known he has been having an affair?” She asked writing in her notepad and not looking at me.

  “I knew the very first time he came home and headed straight for the shower.” I recalled.

  I knew Michael was seeing other women. I found condoms in his desk drawer and foreign numbers on his cell phone. He would “work late” and immediately come home to shower.

  After a few seconds, he turned and looked at me. His voice was calm, his gaze steady.

  “Maria, I know what I have been doing is wrong. You will not let me touch you, kiss you, make love to you. It makes me wonder if we are both cheaters.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  He rubbed his hands over his eyes.

  “Well, you never want to have sex. You never let me kiss you. It hurts to think my wife does not want to touch me.”

  I could not help but to stare at him. His words were full of such emotion and passion. For a second I felt some sympathy for him. Only for a second.

  “Michael, I have been faithful to you. I have taken care of your children. I have done everything a good wife does-”

  “Except fuck your husband.” He interrupted.

  “What is that suppose to mean?’

  He sighed.

  “Maria, it means I am tired of being your roommate and just the person that pays your bills. I love you madly, but I can’t do this anymore. If you don’t want to be a wife to me then I think we need to get a divorce.”

  My mouth dropped open. I could not believe what I was hearing.

  “A divorce!”

  Once the words were out he dropped his head and heaved a sigh. Then all eyes were on me. I looked from Michael to Dr. Julian and back to Michael. I didn’t know what to say. What was I supposed to say? I was so confused.

  “Are you crazy?” I said leaning back on the hard leather couch. “After all I have put up with? You want to abandon me and our family?”

  “Mar
ia,” he said reaching out for me.

  I avoided his grasp and stood.

  “For the past six years I have let you have all the affairs you want. I have said nothing when you come home late. I have looked the other way when women call and leave you provocative messages.”