Sealed With A Kiss - An Erotic Letter...

Sealed With A Kiss - An Erotic Letter...

I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.  There’s a mystery about you that I find incredibly alluring. I could sit here and induce fantasies of you all day long, but I don't think they would do it justice. It's like a fixation and I don’t even know how the hell it started. I actually realized the full extent of my desire for you this weekend...

You're probably wondering now what caused this line of thought, or even this confession from me. You've known me long enough to guess that I'm not a shy type of person. For some reason, you bring that out of me…among other things. I've decided though, that to you I'm going to confess. I think you need to know, and at this very moment I'm willing to lay it out on the line. I'm doing it this way, in letter form, because if I were to speak to you, I wouldn't be able to say it.

I realized my passion, as I like to call it, when I was at a bar one night. I saw the men staring at me. I knew what they wanted, but my thoughts were only of you. My fantasies focused only on you touching me, fucking me…in the most nastiness of fashions…of me being solely yours and pleasing only you.

As I felt these men stare at me and try hard to get my attention, I drove myself deeper into my own thoughts. I forgot they were there and began to dream. I saw you naked before me and as my dream self looked down, I saw that I was naked as well and laying on a bed. I smiled as I looked back up at you. And I spoke, in an almost taunting fashion to you as I moved my hands up the sides of my body and over my full breasts.

"I'm ready for you Daddy..."

You came to me, lying down so that our hot, naked flesh touched and a moan escaped my lips. I felt your hands gingerly move up my thick thighs to find my warm wetness. As your fingers parted my sweet lips and found my clit, you bent your head down and kissed me. I moaned again, into your mouth, as our tongues began their sacred dance and the ceremony commenced.

My hands found what I've wanted for so long and I began to stroke your manhood, running my fingers up and down that long, thick, hard dick as I became more breathless and my body began to quiver. When the kiss broke, my eyes opened even wider as I looked you straight in the eye.

"I need you. Daddy, I need you now. Make me yours."

Your fingers dipped down into my tight, wet pussy, causing all my concentration to fade away and me to moan once more. Your lips found mine once again before you looked deep into my eyes and spoke.

"If you want me, you know what to do."

You took your hands away and I sat up, looking over to you as I moved down. I grabbed what I wanted, what I needed to satisfy every fiber of my being and began to lick it. I moaned loudly as I tasted you and became even louder as I placed you in my mouth. The moan that escaped your lips excited me immensely. Wrapping my full lips and tongue around you and stroking that beautiful dick only served to make my body ache for you even more.

I deep-throated and sucked until the warm pussy juices that threatened to run down my legs couldn’t be contained any longer. Your moans echoed throughout the room and your fingers gripped my hair, urging me to continue. I needed all of you. I needed to feel you deeper and I knew you loved the feel of my throat constricting so tightly against you. I kept it secured until you shuddered and pulled me back up and off of you. I looked up and in a lust-filled, sultry voice I asked, "Will you fuck me now?"

You smile as you see and hear how much I want you and you run your hand down my face.

"Yes baby, you can have it now."

I quickly climb on top of you and before I get you inside I connect with your gaze.

"You know I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, right?"

"Of course I do. That's what I want."

"The tenderness shit is done."

"I don't want it to be tender."

"I know. You liked to get fucked, don't you? You want this dick cummin’ up inside you, huh?"

"Mmmmhmmm…"

"Good, now get on this dick!"

"Whatever you say, Daddy!”

I lowered my pussy onto your dick, moaning loudly as I grabbed my breasts in my hands and began to pinch my erect nipples. I cried out as I felt you deep inside of me, filling me completely. My heat rising, I took my hands from my breasts and dropped them to your sides as I pressed myself against you and began to bounce, driving you even deeper and faster into me. I felt my body began to spasm, my orgasm almost within reach. You lifted me off of you and got on top. You grabbed my ankles and threw my legs onto your shoulders as you thrust back into my hot wetness.

My loud, ecstasy-filled scream couldn’t be stopped as you pounded all of your length and weight into my pussy. I felt your dick throbbing wildly inside of me as I came all over it, coating it with all of the juices my body held captive.

My body sang with its desire, my muscles clamped so tightly around you that you could not hold back, and you began to fill me with everything I've always wanted. I felt relief and satisfaction as your cream coated my walls, your body going limp on top of mine.

The fantasy faded, and when I opened my eyes, I found my clit throbbing and begging for attention. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I pulled down my thong at record speed and felt how truly wet thoughts of you made me.

My fingers creeped into my pussy and I could feel my muscles clench around them. I couldn’t even stand it anymore. I screamed your name as my juices squirted out of me, sending me into a stupor of ecstasy. My body continued to spasm as wave after wave of my orgasm hit me. I hoped the men out there didn't hear me. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. And it was all YOUR fault! :)

Even after I cleaned up, my want lingered. I still felt unsatisfied. I couldn't help it, my fingers weren’t you. I'll only be satisfied when I am able to quench my desire for you…with you. Until then, my fingers will simply have to do…

Sealed With A Kiss,

Salacious

Lifeguard Lessons - An Erotic Tale...

Lifeguard Lessons - An Erotic Tale... 

The indoor pool of my apartment complex was open late on Thursdays and I didn’t feel the need to compete with swim lessons, water aerobics or the "Teach Your Kids To Swim" classes that often took place in the other lanes. Plus, it was a rainy weeknight, which might not have meant much at a larger place, like the Y, but here, it meant that the pool was probably going to be empty. I hadn’t been in months but figured I’d make it a habit in the New Year to stay in shape.

I changed into my bathing suit in the (as predicted) deserted locker room, actually feeling brave enough to strip out of my street clothes by the lockers, instead of in a changing stall like I usually did. My suit was a red one-piece that I'd had for several years—broken in, but not worn out. I noticed as I pulled it over my hips that it was a little tighter than I remembered, probably because I hadn't worn it in months.

 

I pulled the suit carefully the rest of the way up, slowly easing it over my breasts and tugging the shoulder straps into place. The suit did indeed fit rather tightly, and I could see in the half-mirror over the sink that my nipples were quite visible through the stretchy red fabric. I reached down between my legs, almost absentmindedly, to adjust the crotch of the suit, in order to avoid a potential wedgie, and felt a sudden rush of blood fill me with heat. Has it been THAT long since I’ve had some dick? If I was getting horny from just putting on a tight swimsuit, my ass was in trouble. I checked the mirror once more before I left the locker room, noticing that my ass had gotten bigger. My nipples still strained against my suit, so I decided to wrap my beach towel under my arms. Much better. It wasn't like there was going to be anybody out there anyway. I didn't know what I was worried about.

I pushed through the heavy swinging door and the sharp, clean smell of chlorine invaded my nose. The air was even thicker and more humid than it had been in the locker room and a slight haze hung over the water. I scanned the pool briefly, noticing an older woman wearing a swim cap doing a lazy side stroke in the far lane and a young dad in the middle lane teaching his son how to hold onto the wall and practice flutter-kicking. Besides them and you, the room was empty. I slipped off my flip-flops, depositing them underneath the first chair I saw. Then I quickly unwrapped my towel and hung it on the back of it. 

Your lifeguard chair was right next to me and I briefly debated walking behind it so you wouldn’t notice me. Shaking my head at myself, I pushed the thought out of my head and turned my confidence on. Okay, so your ass and titties are a bit bigger than they used to be. Don’t boys like that anyway? Don't be such a punk bitch! I couldn't believe how self-conscious I was all of the sudden. As I walked in front of the chair, something inside me warmed ever so slightly. I turned my head to look up and at least acknowledge you. I didn't want to seem rude.

The first thing I noticed about you was that you were wearing a shirt with your gym-regulation swim trunks—something I found quite odd for a lifeguard. Every other male lifeguard I'd ever seen seemed painfully eager to show off their abs, muscled chests and firm biceps. Also, from a more practical standpoint, it was probably easier to save a drowning person's life when you weren't weighed down by a waterlogged T-shirt. Just sayin’! Maybe I was just rationalizing wanting to see you without your shirt.

I looked up and met your eyes the best I could, without giving into my shyness. "Hi." My voice came out way too loudly, echoing off the green and gray tiles. "Kinda dead tonight, huh?"

You looked down at me and grinned. "Yeah. That's why I brought a book. Don't tell my boss, he doesn’t like it when we're not completely focused on the patrons."

I smiled back. Your voice was intriguing, silky and playful. "Your secret’s safe with me sir." Your eyes had done something interesting when you grinned, crinkling in the corners and dancing mischievously. I peeped your nametag and let your name quietly roll off my tongue: Shawn. Shawn the lifeguard…I like it. I wasn't close enough to make out the title of the book you were reading, but when you shifted in your seat, it brought the lettering on your T-shirt into focus: "Yeah, You Want Me." I smiled slightly.

"Well, I'm Tisha. I’m just going to swim a few laps. I promise not to bother you. Enjoy your book." I started walking away from the lifeguard chair, but couldn't resist: I turned to look back at you, wanting to see what you looked like in profile. My heart began racing when I realized that your eyes had been following me as I walked away. Quickly, you diverted your gaze back to the paperback in your hands. I turned back around, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. Fuck, he’s hot. I felt my pussy swell slightly again and looked down to find that once again, my nipples were at full attention. Shit.

 

I sat down at the edge of the pool and dipped my hands in to check the temperature. Cold around the edges, but I knew my body would get used to it quickly. I checked to make sure my hair was firmly in its knot on the back of my head, and carefully pulled my goggles down over my eyes, applying pressure with the heels of my hands to seal them. I leaned forward and put my hands one over the other, keeping my fingers straight and cupping my palms. Then I slid forward into the water, using my feet to push off the wall. The seal on my goggles held and I was in business.

I began breast stroking my way down to the other side of the pool, keeping my palms cupped, bringing my arms down and around and back up to my mouth. “Like you're scraping down the sides of a bowl of cookie dough, then bringing them up to your mouth to eat it,” my old swim coach used to say. My legs frog-kicked, my head went under the water smoothly at the top of each stroke, and soon, I was lost in it all. I missed this. I almost forgot about the lifeguard and how horny I was.  

Almost.

It was when I was taking a rest on the wall nearest the lifeguard chair that I noticed you looking at me again. Not obviously, but unmistakably. You used the book as a prop, glancing down at it occasionally, but mostly just tilting your head down and keeping your eyes on me from under those dark brows. As much as I didn't want to admit it, it excited me. I looked around, noticing that both the older woman and the father-son duo had left the pool. I was feeling reckless and horny, a combination that could only lead to trouble.

Pushing back off the wall, I treaded water and looked up at the lifeguard chair, waiting for you to notice me. Finally, you did, putting your book in your lap (You didn't even bother keeping your place…lol…) and looking down at me, amused. "You drove everyone else away, eh?" Damn, your voice was sexy.

I made a show of looking around me, feigning surprise. "I guess I did. Wow. Am I THAT rusty?" I put my feet on the floor of the pool and stood up. The water covered me only to the middle of my stomach, and I knew you could see my nipples.

"You looked like you were having fun down there," you said.

Boldly, I called back, "You looked like you were having fun up there. How's the book?" The smile spread across your face before you could stop it and I knew I had you. I checked the clock. It was almost nine. "Hey, what time does the pool close?" I asked.

"Technically, ten," you replied. "But it's usually empty by nine, so sometimes I close up around nine-thirty."

I paddled over to the edge of the pool directly under the lifeguard chair. "Well, it's just about nine...and it looks pretty empty to me...you should close up now and come down here so I can talk to you without getting a cramp in my neck. Please? For my neck’s sake." 

You grinned again and placed the book on your seat, turning around and making your way down the ladder. Nice ass. You pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it on the chair with my towel. Then, you stepped over to the edge of the pool and sat down. Then you slipped slowly into the water, splashing me playfully. Standing next to you, I realized how very tall you were—you had to be at least 6’2’’. You had a muscular build and looked like you spent your days drinking milk and lifting weights. Yummy.

I swam closer and treaded water directly in front of you. I was finally able to get a better look at your eyes. Brown, as I'd suspected—but lighter than most people's brown eyes, with flecks of gold. They were deeply set in your handsome face, two round toffee candies framed by dark lashes.

You moved back ever so slightly and I sensed your discomfort. "I've never done anything like this before," you murmured.

"Like what?" I responded. "Talk to a pretty pool patron at work?" I reached out and touched your shoulder. "Loosen up handsome," I told you. "We’re just having fun."

"But I—"

I placed my mouth over yours slowly and you gave a soft moan of shock. For a moment, I thought you would pull away, but instead, your lips softened and your mouth opened in response. We kissed like that for nearly a minute, not touching each other anywhere else. The temptation became too great for you and your hand wandered deliberately down to my breast. Gently, you pinched my excited nipple through the wet fabric and I made a noise somewhere between a yelp and a moan. You grinned through the kiss and pulled away.

"Too hard?" you asked innocently. Without waiting for my answer, you pinched the other nipple, a little harder. This time, I all but screamed with pleasure. You gently pulled both straps of my suit off of my shoulders and eased the fabric down until both of my breasts were exposed to the warm, chlorinated air. Then, you bent forward and trapped my left nipple between your lips. I gasped and dug my fingernails into your shoulder. I could feel your tongue swirling over the sensitive nub in lazy rotations, while the suction from your lips drove me fucking crazy. I've heard of women who can orgasm from nipple stimulation alone…and I wasn't going to deny that I was definitely close. But I wanted…needed more.

I arched my hips forward gently, closing the mere inch or two gap between us, until I was just barely touching the slight bulge in your swim trunks. Your mouth was still around my nipple and if you had noticed the sudden sensation, you didn't let on. I rocked myself forward a little more, the water resistance making this mission even hotter and our bodies collided again, in slow-motion. This time, you made a soft, pleased sound deep in your throat and your hand went down between my thighs. Your thumb invaded the tight, slick fabric at the crotch of my suit, finding the place where my ultra-sensitive clit begged to be touched. I didn't want to give myself away, but when I squirmed slightly under your hand and moaned, I could tell you knew you had me. Your eyes gleamed like twin caramels, all wet after being sucked on. You smiled mischievously and said "I think we should get out for a minute—there are things I want to do to you that the water might make kinda difficult."

You helped me over the edge of the pool and climbed out after me, hoisting yourself effortlessly onto the concrete floor. "Where's your towel?" you asked. I pointed in the general direction of the chair I had draped my towel over when I had entered the pool. It seemed so long ago now. You returned, knelt down in front of where I was huddled on the floor, dripping wet (yes BOTH ways!) and gently spread my towel on the ground.

"Lie down." 

Yes sir! I obliged your request (or was it a command?), not entirely sure what to expect and felt your hands exploring my body, over my suit, which somehow turned me on even more than I think it would have if I had been naked. The fabric stretched tightly over my breasts and stomach, seeming to magnify my nerve endings, making them even more sensitive. Your fingers slid down my sides, then ran lightly just under the edge of my suit. 

"Touch me Shawn," I whispered. Grinning, you tapped my clit lightly, which I could tell was straining against my suit. I smiled at the sensation as you smiled even wider and did it again. Lighter. Then harder. Harder. Then lighter. Finally, when you could see I could take no more of your teasing, you slipped your fingers under the fabric again, only this time, you gently pulled the fabric to the side, so I was completely exposed to you. I'd gotten a bikini wax last week so I was nice and smooth. Thank God! It was slightly uncomfortable, but what you did next made me forget all about it. 

Gently, you parted my legs, and began exploring the pussy that had your name all over it. You tugged lightly on my lips, dipped a finger into my wetness and brought it up to your face, inhaling deeply. No guy had ever done that before. It fascinated me. You placed the finger, slippery with my juices, on top of my clit and rubbed it slowly, increasing the pressure until I gasped.

"You want this pussy, don’t you?" I said mockingly. You only smiled. I was ridiculously turned on by now and I had to admit, it was only partially from you touching me; much of my arousal stemmed from watching your eyes dance as you explored me, watching your eyebrows knit in concentration as you acquainted yourself with my body. Finally, you tilted your head even further forward and I felt the electricity as your tongue touched my clit. 

"Ooooh," I moaned softly, arching my back. You ran your tongue down from my clit through the syrupy wetness in my slit and back up, stopping on that hot button to do exactly what you had been doing with your finger just moments before: you kept your tongue steady, positioned on top of the hood of my clit and pressed down, lightly at first, then harder, until the intensity of the sensation made me cry out. My voice echoed off the tile walls and I barely recognized it; it seemed more like I was listening to the disembodied soundtrack of a porn film. Was that really me? I was so close to cumming, but my pussy needed attention as well; it needed something inside of it. You seemed to sense this and instead teased me, by placing your mouth over my clit, your lips forming a light suction around it.

"Put your fingers inside me," I begged. Instead, you merely increased the pressure of your lips ever so slightly. Stars exploded in my head and I clawed frantically at the towel underneath me. "Fuck," I moaned. My entire body was burning, it seemed, begging for release. Without warning, your lips were replaced by your tongue once again—only this time, you began swirling it quickly over my clit in a wild circular motion. I wasn't sure if I could take much more.

If I don’t cum soon, I might lose my fuckin’ mind!

Finally, you gave me what my body had been begging for. You took one finger and placed it just at the opening of my pussy, circling it lightly. Then, you pushed it in just to the first knuckle, fingertip-deep. Your lips went back to my clit, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue over it as you worked your fingertip, in and out, then slowly, leaving it inside me and twisting it from side to side. Slowly, you pushed your finger in further, until it was halfway inside me. Usually, my body demanded two, even three fingers, in order to properly get me off. But I felt stretched and full with just your index finger inside of me. Suddenly, you turned your hand, palm-up, and pushed your finger all the way in. I could feel the delicious sensation of having my G-spot stimulated.

He knows exactly what I need…

I moaned. "Fuck! That feels so good. Don't stop." It was the last coherent thing I remember saying. Your tongue started drumming quickly on my clit and your finger worked the magical spot deep inside until I came with an intensity that shook my entire core. I let out a high, pulsating scream that echoed off the tiles. I couldn’t believe it. The walls of my pussy clamped down around your finger, squeezing rhythmically, coating you with even more wetness as my juices seeped out of me, soaking the towel. Slowly, you pulled your finger out and my body instantly wanted more. I trembled.

"You got me all wet," you said playfully. I sat up, tugging my suit back over my crotch only because the sudden change in position was causing it to strangle my leg. I took your finger in my hand and pulled it into my mouth, sucking my juices off you. They tasted sweet and I held them on my tongue for a minute, breathing slowly through my nose to savor it all. Then, I grinned devilishly at you as I noticed your growing bulge and said "Your turn."

With little flourish, I reached up from my sitting position on the towel and pulled down your swim trunks, making sure to hold the elastic waistband out away from your body, so as not to catch it on your impressive erection. Then, I grabbed your hand and pulled you down onto the towel with me. 

"Lie down," I ordered, grinning, echoing your earlier command. 

You obeyed, never breaking eye-contact as the excited smile spread across your face. I ran my fingers lightly over your chiseled chest, kneading the hard muscle with my fingertips. You interrupted me by leaning up to give me a brief, hot kiss that made my pussy tingle. "Stop it, you're distracting me," I protested, giving you a playful slap. I trailed my fingers along the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your scrotum. I felt your body shiver in anticipation. I leaned over and exhaled onto your throbbing erection—still not touching you yet. Then, I pursed my lips and blew cold air over the same spot. You moaned. I smiled again.

When I saw your hands creeping forward from their place, palms down, on the towel, I knew you were dying to touch yourself. To show me what you wanted. I placed my hands over yours and moved them away firmly. I didn't stop at your sides, though. I moved them up even higher, until they were over your head, lacing my fingers through yours and pinning them to the towel. You made a sound that was half-protest, half-arousal and I winked at you and said, "I want you to keep your hands above your head just like this. If you move them, I'll stop." You nodded, desperate for me to continue and I caught a glimpse of the anticipation in your eyes as I leaned my head forward again. 

You gasped as I took you in my mouth, licking the head with my tongue, sliding it around to the spot on the underside I knew would be especially sensitive. You tasted like chlorine and something warm and musky, man-like, which turned me on. I felt a familiar heat rush to my pussy, felt myself getting wet again, as I sucked you—giving head has always been an unbelievable turn-on for me. The power...unimaginable and intense power it yields...it's truly addictive.

Slowly, I moved my hand down your dick, taking time to fondle and play with your balls, scratching lightly with my fingernails, gauging your reaction to the sensation. You stiffened and I drew my hand back, afraid I was hurting you. 

"No, don't stop," you encouraged. "That was a good flinch." 

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought flinches were usually a bad thing."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "I would shrug, but I'm under direct orders to keep my hands above my head."

I grinned wickedly. "That you are." 

I continued to pleasure you with my mouth, feeling you throb when I drew my tongue slowly up from the bottom of your shaft, to the tip. I moved my lips up until the tip of your dick was the only part of you in my mouth. I massaged your mushroom head between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. Then I slowly increased the suction, my lips forming a kind of vacuum-seal over your dick. You moaned and I could tell I was tormenting and pleasuring you the same way you had tormented and pleasured me earlier. Your fingers flexed slightly, threatening movement, and I responded by letting you slide out of my mouth and holding your hands down with my own. “I told you not to move. Do you want me to stop?"

 

"Let me get up," you panted. I smiled coyly, then moved up and straddled you, pulling you up with me and rubbing myself against your rock hard dick. You took the opportunity of no longer being pinned to the floor to lean down and bite my nipple lightly through my suit and I lost control for just a second and loosened my grip. Before I knew what was happening, your now-unpinned hands, still laced through mine, were suddenly maneuvering me onto my back, pulling my suit down and soon you were straddling me. "I want to watch you suck this dick," you said. "I'm so close to cumming for you and I want to watch your face as you make me bust this nut."

 

Well...how could I not oblige that request?! I reached up and pulled you forward, until your legs were planted on either side of my chest. Then, I opened my mouth and lifted my head, gently flicking my tongue across the underside of your dick. You looked down at me, that giddy smile on your face again. But only for a moment. I closed my lips over you, locking my eyes on yours and slid down along your shaft as far as I could at that angle. For several moments, we seemed to be engaged in a sort of staring contest, a battle of sexual wills. 

However, it was quickly obvious that I had a distinct advantage, as your eyes glazed over and rolled back as your breath suddenly tore from your throat in a labored, almost silent groan. I knew you were almost there, so I helped you along by tensing and releasing my lips on you, moving a little further up your shaft and increasing my speed until my lips pulsed like a vibrator on Frenzy. I placed one hand on the base of your dick, squeezing you at a slightly slower pace than my lips. I put my other hand underneath you, massaging your scrotum, pinching the delicate skin and squeezing your balls. You threw your head back and exhaled, trembling. 

"That shit feels so good…Tisha, what the fuck are you doin’ to me girl?" Your voice was barely recognizable as that of the chill, preoccupied lifeguard who had mesmerized me a mere hour earlier. “Teaching you a lesson…” I said while I smacked your dick against my lips. I was tired of fucking around. I wanted my prize. I needed to taste you. I slowly slid your dick back in my mouth and started deep-throating you like my life depended on it. Your mouth hung open in fascination and your knees began to buckle as you watched your entire dick disappear between my lips. I smiled inside.

Suddenly, your body tensed and I felt your orgasm overtake you. Your handsome features twisted sweetly in an expression of complete ecstasy and surrender as I felt the first streams of your sweet explosion splash down my throat. You tasted so good to me. I sucked every drop of nut out of you and slowly and sadly released your dick from the warm, wet confines of my mouth. I could feel your body spasm as your hands slid down my shoulders, my breasts, my hips. For several seconds, the only sound was that of your heavy breathing echoing off the tiles. 

Your legs went limp on either side of me and you rolled onto the towel, drained. You smiled at me, a wide, explicit smile and I knew that I blew your mind. "That was fuckin' AMAZING girl!" I smiled back and stood up, winking at you as I slipped out of my bathing suit entirely and entered the water.

"Hey sexy...I'm not done with you yet. I want more."

You turned to face me as your dick began to spring back to life. "Oh really?"

"Mmmhmmm...come and get me."

You stood up almost as quickly as your dick and jumped in after me. I giggled as you grabbed me and pinned me against the edge of the pool. Your hands roamed all over my body as we kissed passionately. I could feel your dick poking against my stomach and I wanted you inside me. You grabbed it and my pussy got hotter as you rubbed it up against my throbbing clit. I couldn't even stand it anymore. I wrapped my legs around your torso and looked up at you smiling.

"So you ready for this dick?" you asked teasingly.

"Shut up...just shut up and fuck me." I said as I took hold of that monster, guiding it to the opening of my pussy. "Well...what are you waitin' for?" I asked, challenging you.

I felt your gentle push and the head forcing its way inside me. My pussy resisted, then started to relax as you filled me up, slowly getting used to your massive member. God, he's so thick! You pulled out and pushed all of that dick back in, the water rippling after the thrust. I put my arms around your neck, holding onto you for support as I felt your dick in my stomach.

"You gon cum on this dick? You gon cum on this dick?!" you screamed through gritted teeth as you bounced me up and down on your thickness. I squeezed my pussy tightly around your dick as you moaned my name in my ear. I could feel the heat, the hardness, the intensity of you inside me and I cried out, "Oh fuck! Shawn! Fuck me! Just like that! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" I'd never felt anything like that before and I loved it!

"Tisha, you're so fuckin' tight. So fuckin' wet! SO FUCKIN' WET!" you groaned into my ear, as I felt you once again opening me up, sliding that cock up inside me. My stomach felt like it would burst. He's fuckin' me crazy! I surrendered myself to you completely. I looked down into the water and I could see your dick impaling me. The water splashing around us turned me on even more. I squeezed tighter. I looked up at you and I saw the pleasure, the longing and the lust in your eyes and I felt connected to you.

I wanted you to cum with me. I wanted you to cum inside me. I was crying, moaning, screaming and scratching your back as you continued to fuck me senseless. I could feel your dick growing thicker and thicker inside me, stretching me. "Ohhhhhhhh God! Shawwwwwwwwn! CUM FOR ME! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" I must have blacked out for a minute. I could feel my pussy squirting all over your dick and my body went limp. Suddenly, I could feel your body stiffen again as you screamed "OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK! YOU READY FOR THIS NUT?! UHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!" Then, blast after blast of your creamy hot cum hit the back of my pussy and it sent me over the fucking edge! Your seed filled me and there was so much of it, I couldn't fuckin' breathe! Nobody ever made my body submit like you, made my body cum like you.  

This.Is.Heaven.

You stayed inside me as you nuzzled your face in my neck, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. The coolness of the water and the heat of our bodies melded together sent delicious sensations up my spine. I shivered as we lay there, regaining our senses. I could feel my heart still pounding as you thanked me and your dick slid out of my pussy. There was a unexpected feeling of emptiness...quickly replaced by satisfaction. I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel and bathing suit as I slipped on my flip-flops and headed to the locker room. 

I turned before I went in and saw you resting your elbows on the edge of the pool, smiling with those brown eyes trained on me. "You better bring your sexy ass back soon," you said. "Your technique is good...REALLY good...but there’s always room for improvement!" Your eyes crinkled in the corners when you said this and I blushed.

 

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind another lesson. You're SUCH a good teacher..." I blew you a kiss as I turned and noticed your long-abandoned book peeking over the edge of your chair. Next time, I’d be sure to find out the title. ;)

The Pleasure - An Erotic Poem...

 The Pleasure - An Erotic Poem...

I take a breath
an anticipatory sigh...
or is it relief?
A sweet, unspoken "thank you."
Oh, the pleasure...

You're so grateful for my mouth
as it engulfs you with warm wetness!

You crave it.
I am pleased and so filled
with you, no words.

It plagues both our thoughts

Can't control my hunger, my craving, my need
for this,
for you.

The pleasure...
This is my temple, my altar.
I worship this shaft, this head
in slow and deliberate figure eights.
I devote myself entirely
to its pulse, its throbbing response
to my attention.
Oh, the pleasure....
I love its sticky sweetness on
my lips, my tongue.
Give me all.
I give myself to its revival...
again, and again, and... oh God, again...
It is yours, it is you
It is MINE...

The pleasure...
It is all I covet.

It is all I want.
I love to watch your eyes

roll back, in ecstasy
as I take its sweet and perfect length
into me over and over but
it is my throat that can feel
completely, in its rhythm,
in its swell, throb and surge.

The pleasure...
how it reflects your passion,
your shyness, your playfulness,
and the incredible mind that controls it.
This man...consumes me...

as I consume him.
The pleasure...
The pleasure...

Oh, the pleasure...
I want more.

Can We? - An Erotic Poem...

Can We? - An Erotic Poem...

Can we?

Can we do it again? 

Can you call my phone and tell me you need to see me?

Can I say yes fast enough?

Can you hop in your car and run them red lights to get here?

Can I hop in the shower to wash my anticipatory wetness away?

Can you text me "I'm here."?

Can I get dressed fast enough?

Can you wait in your car?

Can I get to the door fast enough?

Can you come inside?

Can I hold your hand and lead you through the darkness?

Can you stop acting so nervous?

Can I put you at ease?

Can you feel your dick gettin' hard for me?

Can I see it throbbing against your pants? 

Can you gimme what I been waitin' for?
Can I take it?
Can you challenge me to 3 minutes?
Can I accept?

Can you whip it out?

Can I taste it?        

Can you look deep into my eyes as I pleasure you?

Can I take it all down my throat? 

Can you tell me to do it with no hands?

Can I do dat shit?

Can you forget about whatever her name is?

Can I wrap my tongue around dat dick? 

Can you talk that nasty shit to me?

Can I like it?
Can you try to stay quiet?
Can I make your eyes roll back?

Can you believe it's finally happening?

Can I do it better than you've ever dreamed possible?

Can you grip the sheets while you're exploding?  

Can I swallow every drop of you?

Can you breathe?

Can I kiss it while it twitches?

Can you feel your dick fallin' in love?

Can I feel myself lovin' it right back?

Can you try to act like I didn't just suck you senseless?

Can I know the REAL deal? 

Can we do it again?

Can we?

The BIG Payback - An Erotic Betrayal...

The BIG Payback - An Erotic Betrayal...

I held a pillow to my face as I cried alone in our bed. This was the third time this week that my husband wasn’t home before 9. He called and said he had to “work late” again but I didn’t believe that shit. Who the hell did he think he was foolin'? My body shook with anger. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was caught off guard by the tears but I decided to just let them flow freely.

I heard the knob on the door begin to turn and I quickly turned to the other side and wiped my tears away. I looked at the clock and shook my head. 1:30AM I tried to stifle my sobs and pretend I was asleep. I heard him go into the bathroom and turned to see he had left the door open. He stood there looking into the mirror before splashing water on his face. I wondered what he was trying to wash off. I turned back around when he went to the toilet. 

He came to bed. I tried to snuggle against him but he turned his back. I could smell a small amount of alcohol and something else…sweet and floral…perfume. This son of a bitch has the NERVE to get into bed with me knowing he just spent time with another woman?! How dare he! I bit my lip when I felt more tears coming on. I wouldn’t dare let them fall! Not another tear. Not over him. I turned around and shut my eyes tightly. Finally sleep came, but I tossed and turned for the rest of the night.

The morning sun woke me up. I opened my eyes and grabbed my head; it pounded from stress and no sleep. I looked over and saw that my husband was already up. I heard the shower going and decided to go down and make some coffee.

After I finished half of my first cup, my husband came strolling down the stairs, looking refreshed and handsome as ever.

“Good morning!” He said with a smile.

“Morning.” My voice was groggy.

“Not feeling well?”

“Not really.”

“Sorry I wasn’t here last night. They’ve been ridin' me at work...”

“Mmmmhmm. I know.” 

“Why don’t you go back to bed Grumpy?”

“Couldn’t sleep if I did.”

“Oh well…that’s just too bad, isn’t it?” He smiled teasingly at me.

“Asshole.”

“Oh come on! I’m just playing with you.”

“I ain’t in the mood.”

“Fine then!” He looked distraught for a minute. He cleared his throat. “Ummmm…I promise I’ll be home early tonight. I’mma rub you down real good and make you feel better.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Damn girl! Lighten up!”

“Whatever.”

“Well, whatever. I gotta go.” I could see the anger in his eyes and I was happy for a moment. I hoped I’d made him feel as shitty as I did.

As soon as he left I popped a couple of Tylenol and got another cup of coffee. I went to my computer to begin my own work. I opened the story I was working on the day before. I looked at the words on the screen but I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything.

My eyes kept going to the closed bathroom door in the bedroom. My husband had gotten undressed in there last night and I had an undying urge to go look through his clothes. I decided not to fight it, got up quickly (a little too quickly) and my head spun for a minute. I grabbed the corner of the desk to steady myself.

When the dizziness subsided, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out from beneath the keyboard. I picked it up and read, “Tuesday. 8pm. Four Seasons.” It was scribbled in my husband’s handwriting. My heart dropped and I wondered what the piece of a paper meant. Four Seasons was easy...hotel...there was only one that I knew of in the area. What the fuck is this? My head spun again but this time from having a REAL clue that my husband of 3 wonderful years was possibly having an affair.

I went to the bathroom and threw open the door, grabbing his clothes and rummaging through them. I pulled out a keycard. It opens the door of a hotel room. I turned it over and read, “Four Seasons.” My stomach turned. I put my hand in the other pocket and pulled out nothing but change. I went to the shirt and checked in the chest pocket but nothing was in there either. I put the shirt to my nose and inhaled deeply. I smelt his cologne, Drakkar Noir. I bought it because I loved smelling it on him. But there was also that same goddamn smell that was on my husband last night. That perfume. I took another sniff, I couldn’t identify it. My stomach tightened more, my knees grew weak, this just couldn’t be happening!

I decided to check my e-mail. Maybe it would calm my nerves down to read something my mama or sister sent to me. I clicked on the internet icon and took a sip of my coffee. I clicked on the little mailbox and opened the inbox as I sipped again. I clicked on the first e-mail. I hadn’t recognized the e-mail address and there was no subject but that didn’t mean too much to me, I got e-mails like those all the time. Probably spam. I picked up my coffee cup again…empty. Shit. I pouted. Coffee is such a godsend…without it I’d be a mess. I got up, leaving the e-mail open and went down stairs to refill my cup. I hummed as I poured the coffee into the cup then doctored my cup with two spoonfuls of sugar and milk…and a little vodka for a little KICK. I took a sip and smiled at the hot, strong aroma.

I bounced back up the stairs, thoughts of my husband pushed far back in my head. I have never been one to dwell on things that made me sad or angry. Besides, there was no REAL proof he was cheating. He would never do that to me. I sat back down at the computer, lit a cigarette and resumed checking the e-mail. Within the first two words I realized that this was not my inbox, but my husband’s. With the first sentence my heart began to pound uncontrollably and the cigarette that I was about to bring to my lips fell to the floor. Quickly, I recovered the cigarette from the floor and took a long drag off of it before reading the rest of the e-mail. I exhaled the smoke slowly as my eyes darted over the words. I felt my stomach churn again as I reread what was before me. 

Hi Ricardo! I’m so excited to finally meet you this Tuesday! I hope you like me as much in person. So, what are we going to do? Matter of fact, just surprise me! Mmmmm…I can’t wait to feel you inside me…and do all the things we’ve talked about! Love, Mimi.

I finished that cigarette in record time and lit another without missing a beat...my nerves were fucking SHOT! My hands shook, my eyes wouldn’t focus. I should have stopped there but I didn’t. I went to the sent folder and read his response.

Hey Babe,
I can’t wait either. I’ve already told the wife that I had a late meeting and not to wait up for me. So, I’m covered on that end. I’m sure I’ll like you just as much in person, especially based on those pics you sent! I can’t wait to feel those lips on my dick baby. I’m going to fuck you 'til you can’t stand no more! You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about bouncing dat ass on my dick! We gonna make it ALL happen! Love, Ricky.

Pictures? What the FUCK?! I went to the picture folder and found nothing but ones of our vacation last year. That didn’t hold with me, I knew he had them somewhere on the computer. I pulled up search and typed in “Mimi.” I was impatient at how long the search was taking but finally it pulled up the little bitch’s name and symbol for picture in front of it in a folder I never knew existed on the computer. He hid them well, but not well enough. They think they so fuckin' slick! Let me see what this bitch looks like! I clicked on it to see the woman my husband was fucking.

I looked at her…and if it were possible the computer would’ve caught fire with the look I was giving it. There was the whore that was fucking my man. She was naked. I figured she was around the same age as my husband and I, 24. She stood there just staring at me with a stupid ass smile on her face. Her long weave curling down her shoulders, even from the picture I could tell the shit was synthetic. She was average in the face had a decent body, but mine was definitely better. I couldn’t see her ass but figured that it was firm; she had legs that looked like she probably ran laps or walked on a treadmill daily. But that was the only part of her that looked like she exercised. I could tell from the picture that though flat, her stomach was soft and her arms had no definition to them. She didn’t exercise as vigorously as I did. Now that I thought about it, her legs were probably toned from stomping on the hearts of wives while stealing their goddamn husbands. I was literally sick from it all but I kept punishing myself. I needed to see more.

I went back to the inbox and pulled up another e-mail. This one was sent from my husband.

When are we gonna Skype again? I want to feel your pussy sliding on my dick.

I went back to the inbox. Why didn’t he ever get rid of these? There was the e-mail she had sent him from the response I had just read.

I want you to fuck me baby. I mean, really fuck me. Not just on Skype or e-mail but in real life! We live close enough to do it. All you’d have to do is get away from your bitch wife and hop on the freeway.

Bitch Wife? What the fuck was she talking about? I wrote her address down, went back to the sent box and scrolled down a couple of e-mails. I found one that had a subject that read, “My situation.” I talked under my breath, “Yeah…let’s just see what your situation is you fuckin' bastard! I know what kind of situation you’re about to have! Cause I got somethin' for dat ass bitch!”

Look…I want to be totally honest with you, Mimi. See, I’m married, but my marriage isn’t doing too well and we’re about to separate. My wife has been a bitch to me for the past six months. She’s grown cold and I don’t think that she loves me anymore. She won't even make love to me anymore. I just wanted to let you know that I was married and if this hurts you, I’m sorry. You're special to me and I really wanna be with you. I mean that. Love, Rick.

What the fuck! Not doing well? I’m a bitch? I’m cold? I don’t love him? What the fuck was going through his mind when he wrote this? I looked at the date of the letter and held back tears. He wrote it two hours after we had amazing sex. What was he trying to pull here? Was he just seeing if he could get this woman to feel sorry for him and fuck him while he painted me to be the horrible wife? Meanwhile back at the ranch, I’m lying in the bed not one foot away from the computer that he was typing all these lies on. Sleeping peacefully after I fucked him!

I couldn’t read anymore. But that didn’t mean that I still couldn’t print them out. I opened every one of their e-mails and began to print out each and every single one. (I made sure to forward them to my e-mail too!) I grabbed an envelope and stuck them inside, marking it as “Finished Work” in case he came across it. He wouldn’t read it if he thought it was for work. I decided then the next step I was going to take. Obviously they only communicated through e-mail; I hadn’t seen a phone number in any of the letters. I was going to wait and check his e-mail daily for their next scheduled rendezvous.

I had dinner made and waiting on the table when he showed up. He kissed me on the cheek and it took all the Christian I had inside not to punch him in his face. He felt my cringe as his lips touched my cheek...lips that touched hers the night before.

“Still not feeling well baby?”

“You could say that.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

I have a cheating, no good, low-down dirty dog as a husband that’s what’s wrong with me!

“Maybe the stomach flu or something. I’m not a doctor.”

“I’m sure it’ll pass by tomorrow.”

No it won’t.

“Yeah, probably.”

We were silent all through dinner. I kept my head down staring at the food that I wasn’t eating. He stared at me. I looked up at one point and stared him straight in the eye. His went down to his plate. I felt sicker than I had when I found out what he’d been doing during his “late meetings.”

When dinner was over I got up, preparing to wash the dishes.

“Don’t do anything, baby girl. I’ll do it since you don’t feel good.”

“Thanks.” I said softly and went into the living room. I flipped to Bravo, “The Real Housewives Of Atlanta” was on. Half way through the episode, my husband came out of the kitchen.

“NeNe is funny as hell! My cousin went to Morris Brown with her.”

“That’s nice.”

“What’s coming on next?”

“Watch What Happens Live With Andy Cohen.”

“Never watched that.”

“Oh.” I could barely talk to him. My anger was starting to boil over.

How could he just sit there all nonchalant when just last night he was fucking some other bitch? Did he have no shame? No guilt?! I can't even believe this shit.

He came over and lifted me with ease from my position and sat behind me. He laid me back down on him and began to massage my neck and shoulders. His hands came around front and rubbed my stomach. He moved them up to my breasts. My body shook with hatred and I pulled away from him quickly.

“Whoa! I was just trying to help you feel better!”

“Well you’re not.”

“What’s wrong with you? You were bitchy with me this morning and now tonight.”

“I’m just sick.”

“Sick of what? Of me?”

Yeah you, you stupid motherfucker.

“I told you I don’t feel well.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Not feeling well never stopped you before.”

“Well, I feel really sick. And why would you ask if I was sick of you? Seems an odd question to ask. Have you done something that would make me sick of you?”

“No, not at all. Well…”

Maybe he’ll come clean now.

“Well what?”

“Except for trying to touch your titties when you don’t feel good...” He smiled and lifted his eyebrows.

At any other point I would have laughed at him, but not tonight.

“That wouldn’t make me sick of you.”

“Geez woman! Have a sense of humor!”

“I’m not finding anything funny at the moment.”

I moved to the other end of the couch and huddled up so that no part of my body was touching his. I began to watch my show again. Angry at him once more for making me miss most of the end. He tried to pull my feet to him to rub them, but I wouldn’t let him. Finally, he gave up and just sat there pouting while staring at the TV. I just looked at him in disgust.

I couldn’t even enjoy Andy Cohen’s hilarious banter on the latest Housewives episode. I was seething. I got up to leave.

“Where you going?”

“To bed.”

“Want me to tuck you in?” He smiled again.

“No, I can manage.”

He looked at me confused and shook his head. He stood up to kiss me but I moved too quickly and headed up the stairs. He was still standing there looking stupid when I got to the top of the stairs.

I still couldn’t sleep. Sometime in the night I heard the typing of the computer keys and opened my eyes just enough to see him sitting there looking at the screen. He sat there, naked, with a smile on his face and hand around his dick as the other typed away happily to his little bitch. I sighed deeply and stopped the tears before they formed in my eyes. Be strong. I couldn’t help but imagine what he was writing to her.

The next morning, I laid in bed until he left. I pretended to be asleep while he showered, dressed and got ready for work. After I heard his car pull out of the garage I got up. I started up the computer and went down to make coffee as I waited for the log-in screen to appear. I decided to finish my story before I went snooping on my husband’s account. I thought about how stupid he was. If he was going to find someone to have an affair with he should have gone and gotten a free e-mail account or not saved his password into the computer.  Dumbass.

Before I could log into his e-mail account the phone rang. It was him.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

“How are you this morning?”

“Still not feeling well.”

“Maybe you should go to the doctor.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You never know. You might need medicine.”

“I don’t like doctors.”

”I know. But sometimes you have to see them.”

“What I have I don’t need a doctor for.”

“Oh, that time of the month, huh?”

“No.”

“You’re confusing me.”

“Just drop it. What did you want?”

“To see how you were but you’re still grumpy so I’ll talk to you later. Oh, by the way I have another meeting tonight.”

“I'm sure you do.”

“Well, okay then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“I love you.”

“Oh, I'm SO sure.”

I hung up the phone and stared at it in disbelief. I logged into Ricky’s e-mail account again and went to the sent messages. There it was right in front of me.

Same hotel. Same room. Same time. Tomorrow. Love, Ricky.

I went to the inbox and pulled up the e-mail she had sent back.

Mmmm…can’t wait! See ya then. Love, Mimi.

I was seething, my teeth grinded together and I could feel that my face was burning. I couldn’t focus my eyes for a minute as the anger washed over me. I got the phone number to the Four Seasons hotel and dialed without thought. A lady at the front desk answered.

“Four Seasons, how may I help you?”

“Yes, this is Mimi…” I opened the e-mail and saw that she had her last name on her e-mail account. “Braxton. I need the room number for Ricardo West. I’m meeting him there tonight and I forgot what room he was in.”

“Oh, no problem Miss Braxton. Hold on one second and I’ll get that for you!”

“Thank you so much!”

A few seconds later she was back on the line.

“Miss Braxton?”

“Yes.”

“The room number is 819.”

“Thank you so much, dear.”

“You’re very welcome and I look forward to seeing you again this evening.”

“Yes, well, I’m looking forward to seeing you, too. Goodbye now.”

“Bye-bye.”

I hung up the phone and paced the room for an hour. I decided that I was going to try and stop this before it went any further and called my husband at work.

“This is Ricky.”

“Hi.”

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. I’d like it if you came home.”

“But I can’t.” He hesitated. “I have that meeting tonight remember?”

“Oh yeah…the meeting!” I said through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“Look, I really need you to come home. I’m feeling worse and I think that I might have to go to the hospital or something.” I hated lying but it was the only way to get him home.

There was true concern in his voice. “Oh! I’m coming. I’ll be there in an half an hour.”

“Good.”

I hung up and went downstairs. Grabbing another cup of coffee and waiting for him on the couch. In exactly half an hour he walked through the door.

“Honey! Where are you?”

“I’m in here.”

He walked towards the living room.

“Why are you drinking that stuff if you’re sick. Come on, lets go!”

“I don’t have to go to the hospital.”

“But you said...”

“I know what I said.”

“Then what’s this about?” I heard nervousness in his voice.

“I think you know goddamn well what this is about.”

“No, I don’t. Let me know.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other while his hands went to his waist. I knew he was nervous now, though I still saw no guilt.

I cleared my throat and looked down at my knees. We stayed there in silence for a while. When I looked up at him he looked like a lost puppy.

“I found something yesterday.”

“What?”

“A room card.”

“Oh…ummm…you know that I had a meeting.”

“Yeah, but you don’t normally have keycards for meetings, do you Ricky?”

“Well…sometimes.”

I huffed and shook my head.

“I found something else yesterday.”

“What?” I heard his voice grow shaky.

“Pictures of some butt-naked bitch on the computer.”

“You know I watch porn sometimes.”

“This wasn’t porn though. This was some shit someone sent to you.”

He was silent.

“I found something else yesterday as well.”

He just looked at me this time. I got up and went upstairs. I grabbed the envelope that had the correspondence between he and Mimi, but I took out the e-mail that said they were going to meet. I came back downstairs and handed it to him.

He opened it and read the top e-mail. His face grew pale and he looked as though he would faint.

“I…uh….ummm…what were you doing on my account?”

“Don’t you DARE try and turn this around on me!”

He took a deep breath. “Were these the only ones you saw?”

I lied again, “Yes.”

He looked relieved.

“You should read through them. They're quite interesting. ESPECIALLY what you wrote about me...remember? About me being a bitch and not loving or having sex with you? That was a fuckin’ LAUGH right there boy!”

He looked at me.

My anger boiled over then as he stared at me blankly.

“Why the FUCK aren't you saying ANYTHING?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

“Nothing. I’m not doing anything.”

“Really? Then why the fuck are you on the internet telling some whore that you love her and wanna be with her? ANSWER ME!”

“Look, I…I….just met this woman on the net and we started talking in a chat room. Then we started e-mailing and I started to lie. I thought it would be interesting to see what she would believe and how far she would try and take it. But that was all it was. I was just playing around and I got too caught up in it! I'm sorry.”

I shook my head and looked at him. I folded my arms under my chest and took in a deep breath to stop myself from crying. This motherfucker was lying straight to my face.

“Have you met her Ricky? Ever go out with her? Ever fuck her?”

“Fuck no! I’d never do that. I’d never do that to you. To us.”

“You must think I'm some kinda fuckin’ fool! You’d swear this to me? On our marriage?” I felt sick. I felt like charging at him and strangling him to death but I just stood there, my head cocked to the side waiting for his answer.

“Baby I swear! I love you and I did something stupid and I let it get out of hand. I’d never hurt you like that. I’d never cheat on you! You gotta believe me!”

The tears escaped. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. I sat in the chair and put my head in my hands. I rocked back and forth as the sobs became harder, uncontrollable even. I couldn’t have stopped crying if God told me to.

All my life, I had told myself that if my husband ever cheated on me I’d walk out. I’d leave and never look back. I was much stronger in theory. But when faced with the actual reality of him cheating and lying to my face about it, I was nothing more than a heap of tears. Just a shell of my strong, independent and stubborn self. Pitiful.

I heard him walking towards me and I hunched down even more. I felt his hands on my shoulders and I fought as he pulled me back. He bent down and wrapped his arms around me. His lips went into my hair and he planted soft kisses on the strands.

“I’m sorry. But what I wrote meant nothing and you have to believe that was as far as it went. I’ve only ever seen her through the pictures she sent.”

I broke from him then and ran into the downstairs bathroom. I couldn’t face him. I locked the door and sunk to the floor. I brought my knees up and banged my head on them as I cried. I heard him knocking.

“Baby, come out please! You have to believe me and you have to forgive me! You are my wife and we can work through this!”

No we can’t. I’m done with you and your lies. I said nothing.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up in the dark bathroom, disoriented, but got myself up and turned on the light. I looked at myself in the mirror. I jumped, I looked crazy. My usually perfect hair was standing up on its ends in certain places. My eyes were bloodshot from crying myself to sleep. Before I left the bathroom, I took a shower and put on some make-up to get myself back in order.

I came out of the bathroom and looked around. Ricky wasn’t in the living room or kitchen but there was a note on the table.

“I had to go to that meeting. We’ll talk when I get home. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you. Rick.”

Oh my God! He still went to her! After he saw me break down this afternoon he still left to go fuck her! My sadness turned into rage again. I ran upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my car keys and ran out the front door. I was on a mission.

I drove to the hotel and walked up to the concierge.

“May I help you?”

“Yes, I’m a friend of Ricky West. He invited me up to his room tonight and said I could get a keycard from here.”

“Mr. West said nothing about having another guest.”

I looked at the young man behind the counter. I figured that this was the first job he ever had.

“It must have slipped his mind.”

“Well, if he didn’t say that he was having a guest then I can’t give you the keycard.”

I smiled at him, “Oh really? Well that’s a shame.”

I bent over the counter making sure that he could see down my blouse as I stared at him seductively. His eyes went to my breasts.

“See, I was supposed to go up there and have some fun with him and his girl tonight.”

The boy cleared his throat, “Fun?”

“Yes baby...fun. You know the kind of fun two women and one man can have?”

“Ummm...uhhh…not personally.”

“Well, can’t you imagine?” I moved letting my breasts jiggle a bit.

His face blushed and his voice cracked, “Yeah, I can!”

“Good, then be a doll and get me that keycard. I don’t want Mr. West missing out on all the fun he could be having right now and I'll be sure to have him give you a very nice tip tomorrow!”

“Yes, Miss. Right away!”

I moved away from the counter as he went to get the other keycard. I shook my head and thought, “Men…even when they’re just boys they only think with their dicks.”

He came back and held the keycard out to me. I took it and let my fingers graze his hand. He jumped…so did his dick. I saw it throbbing in his slacks. I smiled.

“Thank you so much. You’re sweet!”

“You’re welcome.”

I walked away and headed to the elevators. I felt his eyes on me while I waited for it to get to the lobby and I shook my head.

My heart pounded as the elevator opened its doors with a ding. I followed the signs to room 819. Having been in this hotel before (to celebrate a wedding anniversary…how ironic!), I knew that most of these rooms were suites. They had living rooms that were separate from the bedroom with glass doors and sheer curtains to give the effect of privacy. I put my ear to the door; I couldn’t hear anything and hoped as I swiped the card that they weren’t sitting in the living room.

I opened the door slowly and peered in. The living room lights were on but no one was there. I quietly stepped in and shut the door. I looked around and smelled the same perfume that was on my husband’s clothing. I shuddered. I walked swiftly to the bedroom door, it was closed. My hand went to my chest trying to quiet my heart; I was sure they'd be able to hear it. It was pounding in my ears and making it hard for me to breathe.

I peered in through the sheer curtains and saw the both of them on the bed, lying beside each other naked and panting. I could hear them.

“I almost blew it.”

“What do you mean?”

“My wife found our e-mails. We need to figure out a different way to communicate.”

“Oh shit! How did she react?”

“She questioned me. Asked if I was cheating on her and I told her no. I made up some shit. I told her that I was just playing around with you to see what you’d do.”

Mimi laughed, “And she fell for it?”

“I guess. She went and locked herself in the bathroom.”

“So you don’t know if she believed you or not? That could be a problem.”

“No, it won’t. She’ll forgive me by tomorrow and everything will be just fine. I’ll still have you to play with.”

I watched as he grabbed hold of one of her breasts and began to pinch the nipple. She giggled and squirmed. I felt hot tears of anger once again fill my eyes but I made myself stop. No time for tears bitch...you gotta suck that shit up. NOW!

Then he began kissing the nipple he had just rolled between his fingers and she moaned with delight. Her hand went to his head as he moved back and forth between her breasts. Her moans became louder and in a sultry voice she spoke.

“Eat me Ricky…Make me cum all over your tongue baby!”

What a fucking slut! Not that I didn’t say nasty things in bed...but when I heard her say it, it sounded whorish. Especially because it was to MY fucking husband!

I watched as my husband obliged, his lips trailing down her body. I heard her sigh as his tongue hit her most private places. I saw his body moving with hers as she bucked and shook. I knew I should be doing something about this at this point but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sick acts that my husband was performing on this bitch…acts that should only be performed with me, his wife!

I stood there in shock as she drove his tongue deeper into her pussy. Her hips came off the bed and by her screams I knew my husband was swallowing a mouthful of her cum. She pushed his head away and he lay back down beside her. His lips came to hers and they shared the taste of her juices. My husband spoke again. “Suck this dick babe...”

She squealed and smiled and I thought I was going to be sick.

I watched as she made her way down to his rock hard dick, a part of his body that should have been only for me and our pleasure as husband and wife. I watched as she brought her mouth around it. She sucked only the head for awhile and I heard his moans of pleasure. She brought her mouth down more taking almost all of it in then pulled back up. She popped it out of her mouth and ran her tongue across the length of it. She smiled as she sucked his balls into her mouth before shoving his dick back down her throat.

The look on his face as he fucked her mouth made me want to kill him. He had a expression of pure joy as his hips began to thrust and his dick sank deeper into her mouth. I heard her gag and smiled. I hoped he would just keep making her choke on his dick but he didn’t. He lightened his thrusts and she went back to moving her head up and down.

Then he pushed her head away and positioned her on all fours. From my angle all I could see was his ass flexing as he pumped his dick into her pussy. I could hear her moans and his grunts and thought to myself again that I needed to move from that spot and do something! My feet were still firmly planted and weren’t moving anywhere.

I saw him bring his hand to his dick and guessed that he was rubbing it along her ass crack. Her words confirmed it.

“You gonna fuck me in the ass babe? I love it when you do…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yessssssss! Your dick always feels so good. Does your wife let you fuck her like that?”

“My wife doesn’t let me fuck her at all remember? Even if she did she wouldn’t let me do that.”

What a bunch of horseshit! Does this motherfucker EVER quit lying?!

My husband ended the conversation. I heard Mimi whimper as he began to push his dick into her puckered hole.

“You need me to slow down? Does it hurt?”

“Just keep going. Don’t stop!”

She started moaning as he pushed his entire dick inside her. They were still for a minute while he let her get used to the feel of him. I saw her throw her ass back at him and he began to move. Slowly at first, but as her screams got louder he started thrusting harder into her ass.

“Oh fuck Ricky! That’s it! Mmmm...you gonna to make me cum! Oh! Fuck that ass boy!”

“Let me see you play with dat pussy while I fuck this tight ass!”

I saw her position her weight to one arm as the other went under her. This only made her scream more for him to make her cum as she rubbed her clit. Finally, she quieted down.

My husband pulled out and she looked back at him with a little pout on her face.

“I want you to ride dis dick!”

She quickly moved to let him lay where she had been. I watched as she climbed on top of him and grabbed his dick. She moved it along the outside of her pussy.

“Where do you want it? Back in my ass?” She took his dick further back to rub along her stretched out hole.

“Or in my pussy?” She moved it back and let just the head slip into her pussy.

My husband moaned, “I wanna bust all up in that pussy...”

“Mmmm…whatever you want baby!”

She turned around, which surprised both my husband and I. I quickly moved so that she couldn’t see my form in the doorway. Now all I could do was hear what was going on. I heard them both moaning, panting and grunting. I heard the slapping of skin as she bounced up and down on my husband’s dick, giving him a good view of it going in and out of her pussy. A few moments later, I heard my husband’s voice.

“I’m bout to nut! I’m gonna fill that hot little pussy up!”

“Cum for me Ricky!”

“I’M CUMMIN’ BABY! AHHHHHHHHH!”

OH FUCK NO! The Ironside theme blared in my head and I saw flashes of red as his dick twitched and his cum coated her insides. I let my presence be known. I threw the door open and stormed into the room. Both of them stopped and stared wide eyed at me, neither one of them bothering yet to get out of the position that I had walked in on. My husband came to his senses and threw Mimi off of him.

“Shit! Brittany! Baby, it’s not what you think! I can explain!”

He got up and ran to me and in all my fury I punched him dead in the mouth. “FUCK!” he yelled as he covered his mouth and checked to ensure his teeth were still intact. Nothing was coming out of it but lies anyway. I’ll get back to his ass later! I watched that slut as she sat on the bed trying to cover herself from the shame of being caught with someone else’s husband. I took one leap toward the bed and she screamed, ducking down, trying to get away from me. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her ass from the bed. I turned her around so that she had to face me. She closed her eyes.

“Open up your eyes bitch! LOOK AT ME!”

She opened her eyes, they were wet with tears.

“Do you think I’m stupid? You think I wouldn’t have found out that a fucking slut like you was fucking my husband?”

She stared at me.

“Answer me!”

“No.” She said in a small voice.

“No WHAT?!”

“You’re not stupid!”

“Is this what you do for fun? You find married men and ruin their marriages?! YOU LIKE FUCKIN’ MARRIED DICK BITCH?!”

“No! I swear I’ve never done this before.”

“Then why start with him? Why start with MY GODDAMN HUSBAND?”

“I don’t know! He lied to me! I felt sorry for him! I’m not a slut really! I swear! He lied to me!”

“Well, you WOULDA fucked him anyway…”

I threw her away from me and I heard her body hit the wall with a thud. I was so angry that for a second I almost blacked out. My ears began to burn. The only thing I had on my mind was beating her ass.

I shook my head and slowly started over to the naked heap of a woman on the floor. She cowered before me and lifted her hands to shield her face.

“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear! Please don’t hurt me! I’ll leave and never contact him again. I promise. PLEASE! I’M SORRY!”

She screamed her last plea at me while tears of fear ran down her face. I balled my hands into fists, ready to start fucking her up, but before I could land one blow I felt myself being lifted from the floor. I screamed and kicked, but my husband had a tight hold of me. I fought to free myself but he wouldn’t let go. I bit him, drawing blood, but he still wouldn’t let go.

“What are you doing Mimi? Get your shit and go! I can’t hold her much longer! Get the fuck outta here before she kills you!”

“I WILL! BITCH, IF YOU EVER COME NEAR HIM AGAIN I’M GONNA KNOCK YOUR FUCKIN’ HEAD OFF! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE AND YOU BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN BECAUSE I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YOU WHORE!!! I PROMISE I WILL! THEY'LL NEVER FIND YOUR BODY AND NOBODY CARES WHEN WHORES GO MISSING ANYWAY! LET GO OF ME!”

I thrashed and hit my husband again. I felt my fist come in contact with his nose and smiled when I heard him curse under his breath. He let me down once Mimi was out the door and I tried to run after her. He grabbed me again and threw me on the bed. He fell on me, pinning my hands down. I bucked trying to get him off of me while spewing curses at him and his slut.

Finally his strength gave out and I was able to move out from under him. I was angrier than before. I went after him punching and cursing but my own strength was waning. I sunk to the floor and began sobbing. I couldn’t hold them back any longer. He tried to touch me but I knocked his hand away.

“Brittany? Come on. Let’s talk this through. Please look at me. Brit just look at me!”

I looked up at him with daggers in my eyes. It was bad enough that he had done what he did, but it was even worse that he just called me Brit, he knew I hated it. I stared at him, I had bloodied his nose. I hoped it was broken. He had tears coming from his eyes, though I didn’t know if they were tears of shame or tears from the pain of his nose. I didn’t care either.

He wiped his nose and came down on the floor and crawled to me. He still hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes and he looked ridiculous crawling naked on the floor. For some reason I allowed him to take me in his arms. He kissed my cheeks and wiped away the tears.

“I can’t make excuses for what you saw here tonight. I won’t. There’s no reason to.” His voice was filled with sadness.

I hung my head lower as my hair completely covered my face and said nothing to him.

“But you have to believe that I love you. You have to believe that what I did was wrong and stupid. We have to get through this. I can’t lose you! I know what I did wasn’t right and that it should have never happened but I can’t change it now.”

He held me tighter. As the wretched sobs violently moved my body. I got myself under control.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t be with you anymore.”

“No! Don’t say that. We’ll work through it!”

“No, we won’t! You ruined us! I can’t ever trust you again. I can’t have someone in my life that doesn’t respect me or love me!”

“But I do.”

“You're a goddamn liar! If you had either for me you wouldn’t have done what you did!”

“Please! We’ve been through hard times before. We’ll get through this like we have in the past.”

“We’ve never been through anything like this before. It’s not going to work. I’ll never forgive you for this!”

“You will…You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. You have contaminated yourself with that whore and it’ll just get worse. You’ll want more. You say you won’t now. But you’re infected. You’ll start to think of what you did wrong the first time and you’ll start to improve upon it. Soon, you’ll be a pro and you’ll be going behind my back whenever you have the chance.”

“It’ll NEVER happen again baby. I PROMISE!”

“You're right. It won't. Not with ME anyway...”

“But it just can’t end like this. We just can’t end like this. We’ve been together too long baby! Remember when we first met? When we were only 13. From that day I knew I had to make you mine and I did.”

“Don’t try to soften me with memories. Our story ends NOW. I can’t live like this. You may come by tomorrow and get your things. But you are no longer welcome in MY house!”

“It’s OUR house! Not just yours...”

I shook my head and began to chuckle.

“I don’t think any judge will agree with that assessment…you see hubby, I have irrefutable evidence that you’ve been unfaithful to me…on several occasions. And not only was it premeditated, but I just caught you in the act! You stole my happiness...so I’m gonna get the most vicious, low-down lawyer I can find to take you for every goddamn dime you’ve got, you sleazy son of a bitch! Not only am I gonna empty your bank account, but I'm gonna ruin your reputation to boot! I’m gonna tell any and everybody who will listen about your depravity. Let's see...the folks at your JOB…your boss' wife and I are REALLY close remember? You'll NEVER get that promotion now...and everyone at CHURCH…the pastor will LOVE this!...and I’ll also be sure to tell all of your friends’ wives AND your good ol’ MOM AND DAD! You KNOW how much they ADORE ME! And your disgusting cum buddy Mimi won’t ever come near you again…she won’t risk her life. You’ll have NOTHING…AND NOBODY…and that’s EXACTLY what you deserve! I WANT A DIVORCE! Aww...baby, don't be sad! I'm sure your next whore is just a few KEYSTROKES away! My attorney will be in touch!”

He hugged me tighter and began his kisses again. I slapped him hard and he released his grip on me. I left him sitting there naked and crying on the floor. And I felt so good about myself because you know what? I never looked back!