“My room is right down this way.” I told Kareem, nervous as all get up.
“Joy, are you nervous?” Kareem asked. “Your palms are so wet, all of a sudden.”
“A little,” I replied, completely embarrassed.
“Don’t be. We can just talk, or do whatever you want to do. This day is about you.” And with that he picked me up, effortlessly. Once we reached my room, he sat me down only to take the key from me and insert it in the door. He then picked me up again and carried me over the threshold and into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. Looking around I loved that there were candles lit, and a bucket of champagne and a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries beside the bed. Then I looked back at Kareem who was beaming with pride. He’d had room service bring the romantic snack up while I was downstairs being bored with my husband.
**
Kareem was feeding me chocolate dipped strawberries and we were sipping from champagne with fresh raspberries in the bottom of the champagne glasses. Kareem was already making me feel beautiful and I almost forgot that I was an unhappily married woman.
“Joy?”
“Yes, Kareem?”
“Can I kiss you?” He was so cute, acting like a sweet, shy school boy asking for his first kiss. I sat up and puckered up my lips and waited for his lips to touch mine. But, before I knew it, he was kissing me alright, everywhere except my lips. I felt these soft, yet mind blowing kisses all over my thighs and then he worked his way back down to my toes.
“Oh damn, Kareem…” He was driving me crazy and he hadn’t gone anywhere near my “pot of gold” as my sister often called it. He then took his sweet time sliding his way back up my body, until he came face to face with my dripping wet womanhood, which was barely covered by my lace, see through panties. Which, for me was risqué.
I felt like a completely different person. I felt free, hell, I felt like a woman, for the first time, in a long damn, time. I grabbed his hand, and placed it on my pulsating vagina, leaned forward and seductively whispered in his ear, “touch me, please.” It had been so long since I had been touched. I wanted desperately wanted feel loved, even if it was only for one night, and even if it was a lie.
His touch was like silk, and I melted. I wanted to stay wrapped in his embraced forever, I thought as I became wetter and wetter. Kareem was a dream come true. It was as Marvin Gaye’s spirit was sitting in the corner, watching us with a smile as he softly sang, “I want you, I want you, but I want you to want me too…”, not once did Roger’s evil self, come to my mind, and everything was perfect, for once.
“Your touch feels so good, Kareem.” Silent tears of relief streamed down my face as I relished in his touch, his kiss. No man had ever made me feel this way, and my husband never even tried.
“You deserve to feel this good everyday Joy. Your name is Joy, but it seems as if you haven’t experienced any type of joy or happiness in a long time and that isn’t fair to you, baby.” Kareem completely startled me, as he read me like a book. I was awed, but, I tried to play it cool.
“What do you mean, Kareem?” I tried my best to look at him, doe eyed and innocent, but, I knew I wasn’t fooling him one bit with his sexy self. I sighed and looked deep in his eyes and I saw sincerity. I hadn’t seen sincerity, or anything genuine in a long… time. His sincerity turned me on even more and it was refreshing to see, that people like that still existed in the world and that a genuine person was meant to cross my path. I lifted my eyes and silently said a prayer of thanks to God.
Kareem had shown me that there were men who still knew how to be gentle and romantic-something Roger had never shown me. Ever. I was creaming in my panties, just thinking of how wonderful Kareem seemed to be.
“I hope this day has brought you some of the joy that you’ve managed to bring me in the short time since we met,” Kareem mouthed, leaning forward until his lips were pressed firmly against mine.
Speechless, I simply moaned my pleasure. Feeling full of desire, I reached for a strawberry, kissed, and licked the tip of it and then placed it into Kareem’s sexy, awaiting mouth. Imagining Kareem devouring my nipples the way he was devouring the strawberry, I began unbuttoning my blouse revealing perky breast that begged to be freed from my black, lacy bra. I couldn’t even believe I was being so upfront. Maybe I’m more like my sister than I thought.
Sometimes I wished my boobies were bigger but, I hoped that they would be pleasing to Kareem and if they weren’t that he would at least pretend that they were a turn on for him.
Teasing my imagination, he tied the stem of a strawberry into a knot with his tongue. Then he looked down at me and smiled. He put his hands behind my head and laid me gently back onto the bed. He unhooked my 36 B cup bra and freed my firm breast from their prison. He looked at me and then at them with desire and proceeded to take my nipple and half of one of my breast into his mouth; sucking and licking me into an orgasmic frenzy. Once he noticed that I was about to cum, he began kissing me down my stomach, spreading my warm thighs and kissing his way to my core. Stopping to take some of my nectar onto his finger and lick it off as I watched turned both of us on intensely. I then took his face and buried it in my honey pot. In the middle of an explosive climax, who should bust into my room but, Roger? Just like he bust in ruining my day dream, here he was ruining my dream come true.
The hotel room-at least two grand; my plane fare-another grand; the look on his face-priceless. For all the hurt and pain that Roger had caused me, I never imagined revenge would be this sweet. Especially since I never intended for Roger to know. Oh well, I thought, he knows now. Kareem made me feel too good for me to care much about what Roger felt. He wasn’t just satisfying my physical desires, but, fulfilling my emotional needs as well. I was feeling things that I had never felt and loving it.
“What the hell is this?” Roger demanded to know. His dark eyes were like two balls of fire. “That’s my wife!” he yelled at Kareem.
“Roger, I know it’s been a long time, but I think you know what this is.” My answer was blunt and nonchalant.
“You dirty trick!” Roger yelled as he approached the bed, both hands balled into fists.
“Naw man, you ain’t gonna be calling my lady out her name.” Kareem jumped off the bed, ready to lay Roger flat on his back. With the younger, obviously stronger and more athletic man towering over him, Roger piped down. It was apparent with Roger’s anger that he was not even thinking or caring about how many times he’d betrayed me.
“Kareem baby, he’s not worth it.” Strangely, I felt at peace in the midst of all the commotion.
“So, this is how you repay me, huh Joy?” Roger sneered in a calmer tone. “I gave you the world and you repay me by having an affair with this strange man right under my nose?” he tried playing the role of the victim as if he’d never cheated on me, right under my nose, chin, eyes, ears, etc.
“Negro please!” I rolled my eyes. “How many affairs have you had on me? You’ve dragged me to that damn Club Reign year after year, making me watch you have sex with other women and men but not allowing me to enjoy myself.” Despite my anger, I laughed. “Well, looks like the shoe is on the other foot now Roger.”
“Only a slut-
Before Roger could finish his sentence, Kareem punched him square in his mouth, loosening a few of his teeth.
“Kareem!” I yelled, frightened by the blood that spewed from Roger’s mouth.
“I’m not gonna let nobody just talk shit about you like that baby.” I could tell he didn’t care if he hadn’t known me long. I could tell that he was a good man and that he could tell that I was a good woman; one Roger hadn’t truly appreciated it.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer Joy. This marriage is over,” Roger said as he hurried towards the door.
“Baby, this marriage was over long before we even said I do.”
I watched him walk away and wondered what I ever saw in him. Sure, he looked okay physically with his light complexion, dark eyes, and thin lips. He was
n’t a short man but he wasn’t as tall as Kareem. And even though he ate properly and worked out a few times a week, he wasn’t nearly as buffed as Kareem.
Being of biracial decent, Roger often deemed himself better than others. Having been born the son of an African American football player and an Italian mother, he was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, often looking down on those who were less fortunate. He truly felt I should kiss his ass because I was living paycheck to paycheck when we met and he introduced me to a lavish life of luxuries. What he forgot to do, however, was treat me right, which was all I ever wanted in the first place.
“Looks like you’re a single woman now. Where do we go from here?” Kareem questioned.
“Have you ever been to L.A.?” I asked. As beautiful as Hawaii was, I wanted to be miles away from Roger.
**
Exhausted from the flight, I entered my condo and called out to my twin.
“Merry! I’m home!” I said as I dropped my bags by the door and walked towards my bedroom.
When I opened the door I was shocked to see my sister and a male companion in the doggy-style position on my King-sized bed.
“Tear it up, Daddy!” Merry was singing as her sexy lover pounded her walls from behind.
“Um, uh, sorry. Excuse me,” I mumbled and hurriedly closed the door.
I had to use my hand as a fan to cool off. Seeing Merry getting her freak on made me miss Kareem. I couldn’t wait for Roger to move his belongings out so I could be with Kareem full time. Then again, maybe I’d be the one to move. Why should I wait on Roger to make that decision?
I opened the door to my bedroom again. Merry and her beau were still going at it and didn’t even seem to notice my presence.
“Don’t mind me,” I laughed as I gathered my clothing and personal affects.
I was going to spend the night at The Hyatt near the airport where I dropped Kareem off. Even though I was done with Roger I didn’t feel it appropriate to bring Kareem back to the condo.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Merry screamed. Her man roared like the mighty king of the jungle before collapsing onto her wide backside.
“Merry, excuse me,” I said, slightly embarrassed to be intruding.
“Joy?” Merry peeked around at me. “When did you get here?” she asked, not the least bit perturbed or embarrassed by my presence.
I just waved her hand dismissively and said, “Not long ago. Listen, Roger and I are breaking up. I met a really nice guy in Hawaii and I’m going to stay with him tonight. You and-“
“Jacques,” the man introduced himself, smiling as he panted. After that performance, he has a right to be tired was Joy’s thoughts.
“Okay, Jacques. You and Jacques are welcomed to spend the night. I’m not sure when Roger will be back, but, it doesn’t matter because I’m done with him.”
“Well alright now, Sis!” Merry clapped. “It’s about damn time. I can’t wait to meet your new man!”
I smiled. I couldn’t wait to be reunited with Kareem.
“Call me on my cell if you need me, Merry.” Merry nodded affirmatively and I turned to leave. Before opening the door, I turned around and said, “I love you, Sis and you better wash my damn sheets.” We were all roaring with laughter. Rather than wasting any more time being envious of Merry, I decided to live my life to the fullest, just like my sister had always done.
“I love you, too. And I’m proud of you, Ms. Boo!”
“Can I get some more love?” I heard Jacques ask as I closed the door behind me. The bed was rocking and squeaking again by the time I made it to the front door.
That Merry is a trip, I laughed to myself. But I’m about to have the merriest time of all with my new man.
When I entered Kareem’s room I found him in bed fast asleep and totally nude. I licked her lips. Umm, umm, umm! I thought as I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed. Look what I’ve been missing. I wrapped my hands around his thick member and allowed my fingertips to lightly caress the head arousing him.
“Am I dreaming?” Kareem yawned as he reached out and wrapped his arms around me.
“If it is a dream, I hope we never wake up,” I whispered as I lowered my body and then my head between his masculine thighs and took his manhood into my warm mouth. Watching him squirm with ecstasy, as I was moaning and enjoying him just as much, I knew I had finally found the one, my true joy in life.
My name is Joyelle Renee’ Brown and this is my confession.
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