Secret Indiscretions

by Trice Hickman

  As she walked behind Johnny, looking at his tight behind, the sexy swagger of his walk, and his big, broad shoulders, she reminded herself that she had to be patient. She knew he acted this way for a reason. He was married and so was she, and neither of them could afford the risk of getting caught engaging in romantic behavior in the hallway of a hotel late at night.

  Once they walked onto the elevator and the doors closed, Vivana wrapped her arms around Johnny. “I couldn’t wait for you to get here, baby. I missed you.”

  “Whoa, whoa. Slow down. Chill.” Johnny quickly unhooked her arms and moved a small distance away from her.

  “What the hell?”

  “Vivana, they have security cameras set up in these things.”

  Vivana rolled her eyes. “Cameras on elevators are reserved for top-tier hotels, not the Marriott Courtyard.”

  “You can never be too careful. That’s how people get caught. They slip and mess up.”

  “Whatever, Johnny. You’re acting like you don’t want to be with me tonight.”

  Johnny sighed and shook his head as they stepped out of the elevator. “If that was true, I wouldn’t be here right now. It’s ten o’clock on a weeknight, and I’m on the outskirts of town with you instead of lying in my bed at home. That should tell you all you need to know.”

  Vivana wanted to smile at his words, but she kept her hard edge. She liked the fact that she had the power to seduce Johnny away from his wife and probably a home-cooked meal that she’d prepared for him. The very thought gave her a rush. She loved the control she wielded over men.

  Slowly, she slipped her card key into the door and then let Johnny turn the handle before pushing it open. After practically ignoring her just moments ago, she knew he was watching her now that they were entering the privacy of their room. I’ll show him, Vivana thought. She slowly sauntered by him, swaying her wide, curvaceous hips from side to side as she made her way to the chair on the other side of the bed. She purposely chose to sit there. Sometimes you’ve got to teach a man a lesson. If Johnny wanted her tonight, he was going to have to work for it.

  “Why’re you sitting way over there?” Johnny asked, a slight pout beginning to form at his lips.

  “It’s a comfortable chair, and right now I feel like sitting up instead of lying down.” She reached for the television remote control on the nightstand beside the bed, and pressed the power button. She wanted to laugh when she turned up the volume and saw Johnny’s eyes grow wide and then narrow with disappointment. She seductively crossed her thick thighs, giving him a good view of the caramel-colored skin that peeked from beneath the hem of her cheetah-print skirt. She watched out of the corner of her right eye as Johnny removed his tailored shirt and pants.

  He’s sexy as hell, Vivana thought as she did a quick once-over of her lover. But she refused to let him know that she wanted him, and that he looked more delicious than the raspberry cheesecake she’d had for dessert after polishing off a hearty lunch. From the moment she’d laid eyes on Johnny Mayfield, she knew she had to have him. He’d mesmerized her from their first hello, and she’d been hooked ever since.

  She still remembered the chilly, rainy day five months ago when she walked across the lobby of Fortune United Bank, and saw a man who she thought looked like a tall, mocha latte–colored dream. She’d felt an instant attraction to the handsome stranger and knew it had to be fate that brought her to the bank that day. She was a contract employee in the company’s IT department. She worked from home and only visited the branch offices on rare occasions. On that particular day the bank’s new computer system had gone haywire, requiring her physical presence to help the managers navigate the intranet from their desktop PCs.

  Vivana had spotted Johnny and scoped him from head to toe as he stood in line waiting to approach a teller. She could see that he was well groomed, stylishly dressed, and had a physique that could only be accomplished by regular workouts at the gym. She felt a rush of hot excitement as she watched and listened to him talk with the teller. His voice was deep, but gentle. Commanding, yet easy. And it was definitely full of sensual charisma that even made the teller blush. In the time it took him to complete his transaction and turn to walk away, Vivana had already developed a plan to get him.

  She was a woman skilled in the complicated art of seduction. All her life she’d been able to draw men to her like bees to honey. Her pretty face and inviting smile made them notice her, and her curvy, plus-size body made them want her. From her melon size breasts, to her round behind, to her wide hips and thick thighs, she knew how to work her assets in a way that made men swoon. But her most alluring feature of all was her walk. She didn’t simply put one foot in front of the other, she strutted with a sway that dripped with sexy innuendo. “I like to see you come, but I damn sure love to see you leave,” men always told her, referring to the fact that they loved to watch her sashay from side to side when she turned to walk away.

  Vivana had used all her crafty know-how to suck Johnny into her web. She’d sauntered by him as he walked back across the lobby, and then boldly smiled, looking directly into his eyes. She held his stare just long enough to let him know what she wanted without speaking a word. She’d even been bold enough to give him her signature good woman/bad girl smile that she knew drove men wild. And not to her surprise, it got Johnny’s attention. He stopped her in the middle of the bank and struck up a conversation. The fact that he’d been wearing a platinum wedding band didn’t mean much to her because she’d been wearing one, too.

  “You look so familiar,” Johnny had said. “Have I seen you before?”

  Vivana dropped her smile and shook her head. “I know you can do better than that.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “A brother as smooth and as fine as you should be ashamed to use that weak line. Retire it, or save it for someone who doesn’t know their head from their ass,” Vivana said with a serious stare. She leaned on one leg, shifting the bulk of her weight to her red high heels. “I don’t look familiar because there’s not a woman out here who comes close to all this,” she said as she turned her body slightly to give him a good view of her profile. “And you haven’t seen me before because if you had, we’d be having lunch right now instead of standing in the middle of this lobby making small talk.” She said all that in one seamless breath and then turned on her pointed-toe heels before slowly sauntering away, using the same sexy strut she’d seduced him with on her initial approach.

  From that moment forward, Vivana had wrapped Johnny in her web. He wasn’t the first man that she’d had an affair with during her one-and-a-half-year marriage to her husband, Samuel, but he was the only one who’d made her want to leave the dull existence she’d been living.

  Initially, Vivana had married Samuel Owens for what could be considered the wrong reasons for most women, but had been the perfect cocktail for her. Most women wanted love, first and foremost, as the basis of their marriage. But not Vivana. She knew that fallacy was for weaklings with no ambition. Vivana’s objective for marriage was concrete and clear. She was tired of being used and played by men who couldn’t afford to take her to a hamburger joint, let alone a nice restaurant. Samuel was refined and educated. He came from money and he’d made a lot of it on his own from an educational software model he’d developed and sold right out of college. The financial freedom he’d achieved from that deal had allowed him to pursue his passion, which was shepherding the education of children. He volunteered in his community and donated money to local charities. In Vivana’s estimation, he was a sucker ripe for the picking.

  Vivana saw in Samuel a man who was stable and financially solvent, and she used every trick in her arsenal to get him to trust her as she lured him in for the kill. When she’d met Samuel, he’d just completed his doctorate in higher education administration, and had been appointed as the new principal at Sandhill Elementary School. He was easygoing, engaging, responsible, and gentlemanly—all qualities Vivana had never experienced in a man.


  She knew she was different from any woman he’d ever dated: daring, vivacious, bold, sexy, and wild. She’d completely enthralled him after just one date. Within a few months he’d proposed to her and she’d readily accepted. Vivana didn’t mind that he’d asked her to sign a pre-nup, which basically protected all assets he’d acquired prior to the marriage. She was fine with it because she knew Samuel was the type of man who’d strive to continue to build upon his wealth portfolio, which would net her a substantial pay-off in the likelihood that they didn’t work out. They were married within six months of the day they’d met, and over the next year, Vivana had become bored out of her mind.

  She’d initially found Samuel’s conservative manner, calm demeanor, and homebody ways a refreshing change from the hustlers, pretty boys, and players she’d dated in the past. He was intelligent, practical, thoughtful, and kind. Being an elementary school principal, Samuel had a natural love for children and learning, and an affinity for structure and organization, which Vivana didn’t have a clue about.

  They were opposites, and the differences that she’d initially found interesting quickly became irritating. She liked to watch TV, he liked to read. She listened to current hip-hop and rap, while he enjoyed classical music and jazz. He was passionate about politics and community activism, but she saw it as a hassle, and she didn’t want to be bothered with other people’s problems. He was practical with his money, never making purchases he didn’t need. She loved spending, shopping, and more shopping. But the number one issue that had become a battle between them, and had surfaced a month into their marriage, was his desire to have children, and her secret wish to have her tubes tied.

  They had never fully discussed having children during their whirlwind romance. Vivana had known that Samuel thought she wanted to start a family because he’d brought up the subject a few times, voicing that he wanted at least two kids, preferably a boy and a girl. But she purposely kept her lack of desire for motherhood to herself, for fear that Samuel might have second thoughts about marrying her if he knew the truth—that she saw children as a major annoyance.

  Six months ago, after yet another explosive argument with Samuel over having a child, Vivana made steps to take matters into her own hands. She’d met with her doctor and had secretly scheduled an appointment to have her tubes tied, which would put an end to her childbearing years, along with Samuel’s nagging about the subject. But a few days prior to the procedure she came down with a bad case of the flu. A month later she’d met Johnny, and had been consumed by him ever since, tossing all else to the side, including her husband. All she wanted these days was to be with Johnny, and become the love of his life that he couldn’t do without.

  Now as Vivana continued to ignore Johnny, she felt empowered knowing how much he wanted her, too.

  “Vivana, come on now,” Johnny said in a deep, sexy voice as he walked over to the chair where she was sitting. “Why’re you acting like that? You know the deal when it comes to how we have to act in public.”

  Vivana could see that he was trying to ease back into her good graces, but she wanted him to do a little squirming before she granted him access. She looked at him with a casual glance and nodded. “Yes, I know the deal all too well.”

  “Your tone ain’t right.”

  “Neither are your actions, so that makes two of us who need attitude adjustments.”

  “I’m sorry, okay. I just . . . we have to be careful. You know?”

  Vivana ignored him again and changed the channel on the TV, pretending to pay more attention to the small screen than to Johnny. He was getting more and more frustrated by the moment, and it made her want to dance with satisfaction.

  But he did something next that she hadn’t expected. He walked back to the side of the bed where he’d removed his shirt and pants, and began to put them back on.

  “I don’t need this bullshit tonight,” Johnny said, frustration peppering his voice. “I worked hard all day, then came home to listen to my wife’s nagging mouth, all because I’ve been trying to find ways to spend time with you. I even asked Bernard to call me tonight so I could get out the house to meet up with you. But do you appreciate it? No! You run off at the mouth, giving me attitude that I don’t need.”

  Vivana was alarmed when he slipped on his shoes and made his way toward the door, but she didn’t move a muscle or act as though she was the least bit affected one way or the other.

  Johnny shrugged his broad shoulders. “If I’d known you were gonna act like this, I would’ve kept my ass home. But guess what, I’m headed back there right now.”

  Vivana sat up straight in the chair when the heavy door slammed behind Johnny. She wanted to run after him and apologize. She wanted him to know that she’d been looking forward to seeing him all day. She wanted to tell him that she, too, had made sacrifices to see him. Samuel thought she was out of town at a training workshop. She wanted Johnny more than he knew. She wanted to laugh with him, talk with him, and find out how his day had been. And more than anything, she wanted to feel his strong arms wrapped around her voluptuous body while he kissed her passionately, like a man in love.

  But she refused to cave. She knew that men respected power, and if she showed the least bit of weakness, especially with an ego-driven man like Johnny, she would lose her edge. She wasn’t about to let that happen. But at the same time she wanted him so badly that her desire for him was starting to feel like an obsession. “Calm down,” she talked to herself aloud. “Just play it cool. He’ll come back. Just watch, he’ll be knocking on that door in a few minutes.”

  Sure enough, ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. She looked out the peephole and there was Johnny, standing on the other side looking deflated. She wanted to jump up and down with excitement, but instead she took a deep breath, adjusted her pencil skirt around her hips, and opened the door.

  “Vivana, I’m sorry,” Johnny said. He was holding a bottle of wine. “I got this at the store across the street. It’s a peace offering. Do you forgive me?”

  Vivana stepped to the side. “Come on in.”

  Within a matter of minutes they were under the sheets, sipping wine from the bottle, about to make love. Vivana was glad she had not given in, and that Johnny had been the first one to concede. She knew that small things, like the disagreement they’d just had, added up in big ways. This was yet another confirmation to her that she had a strong hold on him, and she had absolutely no intention of giving it up.

  Vivana set the bottle on the nightstand. “It’s time to make up properly,” she purred.

  Johnny smiled. “I’m all for that, baby.”

  Slowly, Vivana eased the sheet back with one hand as she stroked Johnny’s growing hardness with the other. She slid down until she reached his midsection, kissing his stomach, circling her tongue around the inside of his navel, all while massaging his rock-hard erection. When she opened her mouth and engulfed him, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of his lustful moans. She devoured his thick shaft, taking him further into her mouth until she felt him at the very back of her throat.

  Vivana sucked and licked, and teased Johnny as he held her head in place and enjoyed the expert, porn-movie style blow job she was giving him. “Damn, that feels good,” Johnny moaned.

  When she finally came up for air, Vivana was so turned on that wetness dripped down her thighs. She placed her hand between her legs, swirled her finger inside her creamy middle, and then brought it to Johnny’s lips for a mouthwatering taste.

  “Delicious,” Johnny said with a seductive smile.

  “I can’t just take your word for it, let me see for myself.” Vivana stroked her clit with her index finger before bringing it to her lips. “You’re right,” she moaned, and then smiled as she watched Johnny’s eyes dance with lust.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he said.

  Vivana sank her finger between her legs again, and then placed it at Johnny’s lips as he hungrily sucked it dry. By now he was so har
d that she knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He reached for the condom he’d placed on the nightstand, quickly put it on, and plunged inside her as he lifted his head and latched on to her right nipple. The forceful yet sensuous rhythm of his mouth combined with the sweet thickness of his manhood made Vivana scream out as he thrusted in and out of her until she orgasmed so hard she trembled. It only took a few more minutes before Johnny joined her.

  An hour later as she lay in bed listening to Johnny snore, Vivana thought about her future, and in particular, her future with him. She knew they made a great couple and that they could make each other happy. The only thing she needed to do now was find a way for them to be together without having to sneak around under the cover of night. She was ready to leave Samuel, and from what she could see, Johnny was ready to leave his wife.

  Patience wins the race every time, Vivana thought to herself as she watched Johnny sleep soundly beside her. If there was one thing she’d learned in her thirty-five years on earth, it was that people always wanted what they couldn’t have. Johnny couldn’t have her completely, and that was one of the reasons he was so hell-bent on being with her. She also knew that once a person got what they wanted, they could lose sight of what got them the prize in the first place. But when it came to him, she wasn’t about to let that happen.

  Vivana smiled as she softly stroked Johnny’s shoulder while he slept. She didn’t like the fact that before he’d drifted off, he’d asked her to wake him up in thirty minutes so he could get back home. She wanted him to herself and she was tired of sharing him with another woman.

  She decided that she needed to follow through with the scheme she’d cooked up earlier that evening, before he’d arrived at the hotel. She smiled to herself, knowing that while what she was about to do was wrong, it would be right in the long run. And that’s what was on her mind, the long run, and she once again thought about their future and how bright it was going to be. Now, all she had to do was come up with a foolproof plan to make him leave his wife.