“Mmm, Baye. Shit.” She groaned. I bit her neck, then sucked that area before slipping two fingers inside of her. Her moans serenaded over the record playing, and I prayed the kids couldn’t hear her ass.
“Bend your ass over,” I told her, then reached inside the drawer, pulling out three of my ties and a condom. I slipped one tie over her mouth. “Play wit’ that pussy for me,” I told her and put the second tie over her eyes. She moaned while I watched her rub her clit, and then I slapped her on both ass cheeks before I tied her hands behind her back with the last tie. I covered myself, then let a string of saliva drip into her asshole and plugged it with my finger while sliding into her canal.
“Mmmmm!” she moaned loudly.
“Shhh. Let that pussy talk for you, baby.” I started off slow stroking her, immediately noticing how she threw her ass back, wanting me to go faster. I obliged her and gave her hard, deep strokes. My hands went to her waist, watching her ass ripple with each thrust I delivered. I lifted one of her legs, dipped my knees, and pounded her until I felt her body tense and roll while she came on my dick. I pulled out and flipped her over, then slid back inside of her, licking and sucking her nipples while I slow rolled in her shit. We went at it for twenty more minutes as my climax built.
The image of the beautiful, brown, Coke-bottle-shaped, married woman entered my mind. Just imagining how her pouty lips would look wrapped around my dick had me thrusting deeper into Bianca. Ms. Alicia was every man’s dream in the looks department, and although I knew lusting after her was wrong, I couldn’t help the attraction I felt toward her pretty ass.
I knew a nigga was going to have to pray that shit away, because if I kept imagining her face, her lips, and her body, I was going to act on everything I felt for her.
Tuning back into what I was doing, I rubbed Bianca’s clit while sliding in and out of her pussy while she writhed beneath me.
“I want you to cum one more time for me, baby.”
She mumbled something that was incoherent, but I could see her nod for confirmation. I brought her legs up and held on to her ankles, continuing to pound into her until she came again, and I followed behind her. I collapsed on top of her, kissing her face and neck before I untied her hands from behind her back, then rolled off her.
“Damn. I swear you have the best sex in the world,” she complimented as I chuckled.
“Appreciate the compliment.”
“You’re welcome.”
I slipped the condom off, tossed it in the wastebasket, and grabbed another one from the nightstand.
“You’re not done. Hop on, mamas.” I slipped the condom on as she lifted and straddled me. I had a healthy sexual appetite. When I was in my moment, I could go round for round, and Bianca was always ready and willing. She matched my sex-drive, which was why I didn’t mind inviting her over for a session. A nigga needed it since it’d been a minute since I had sex.
Bianca smiled down at me while she placed her palms on my chest. My palms went to her hips as she guided her pussy down on my dick. She moved her hips slowly as if she were trying to seduce me into falling for her, but that would never happen in this lifetime. Nyami scarred the fuck out of me, but I wasn’t opposed to finding love again. Bianca just wasn’t going to be the lady I chose, because other than good sex, there was nothing else we had in common. She loved to run the streets a lot and fuckedwith dope dealers. I didn’t have time to have to hurt a nigga when I had goals to reach and shit to do, so she could have the street niggas; as long as she didn’t bring that shit around me, we could remain fuck buddies.
But I was sure, after tonight, this would possibly be our last time at this rodeo. We had good sex, but I knew she was looking for something more, and I wasn’t on the market at the moment. So, I was going to let her enjoy her last ride.
One month later. . .
I pulled into my garage after being in court all day. I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to bathe and have a glass of wine to unwind.
It had been a month since Leo walked out on the kids and me. Two days after his tacky ass left that voice note, my mom returned with the kids, and I broke down and told her what happened. To say she was furious was an understatement.
She was livid.
She was so livid that she told me to get dressed, took my babies to my brother, then went on a hunt to find him. Since it was a Sunday, I knew he’d be at his mother’s house.
No words were spoken aside from her telling me to stay in the car. She went inside her trunk, pulled out a gas can, and then headed toward Leo’s F-150.
I watched in horror while she doused his car with gasoline, lit a match, and set it ablaze. She didn’t run or walk fast back to the car. She walked with grace and drove off as if everything she did was normal.
I was shocked when I shouldn’t have been.
My mom and aunt weren’t wrapped too tightly, and it was the main reason I didn’t want to tell her what happened.
After the incident with his truck, he called me, irate, accusing me of setting his truck on fire, and things went left from there. He had his lawyer serve me divorce papers, and he refused to pay me alimony. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about the alimony, but I made sure that child support was put into motion.
My only regret would be if my babies asked where their father was. I wouldn’t even know how to explain to them that their father wasn’t coming home anymore, and it would be the hardest thing I would have to do.
It was also very suspicious that Nora hadn’t been answering any of my calls, and she had transferred from Thomas & Little law firm to another law firm. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help but wonder if my husband ran off with my best friend.
It was just too coincidental that she took a vacation the same day my husband left me. My mind went back to every interaction they ever had. There were a couple of instances where I caught her staring a little longer than normal or laughing too hard at his corny jokes. I could’ve been wrong, but my gut never lied. I wouldn’t go snooping around, because I didn’t know what I’d do if I found that to be true.
On top of all the drama with the divorce, Ms. Shelly ended up having to quit because she broke her hip in the hospital. My mom had been a big help, but I could tell it wasn’t on her to-do list, so I had been online trying to find a nanny to replace Ms. Shelly. So far, I hadn’t been able to find anyone who fit the criteria.
