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5 || Loving My Brother’s Wife (V)

Denise is out of the car the moment she parks. I throw my hands up in frustration and rush after that lady but she beats me to the house. She is the one who eavesdropped but I’m the one chasing after her. Please, make it make sense.

But I can’t stop myself from trying to catch up with her. The sound of her bedroom door closing reverberates in the house. 

With my forehead pressed to the door, I knock on it twice. “Denny. I didn’t mean that.”

“Go away.” 

“Please, open up.” There’s shuffling behind the door, everything goes silent minutes after but there is no response. I run a tired hand through my hair. I am horny. I am angry. I am tired. I am frustrated. What’s she so mad about anyway if she doesn’t want me. “I was thinking of you when she was blowing me. Nothing happened.” 

The door jerks open, Denise folds her hands under her boobs. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I stare dumbly at her boobs. If she will allow me bury my face in them for a few minutes. She scoffs. I look to her face and a frown takes over her lips. Did I say that out loud? “Yes, you did. Now get the fuck out.” 

For the second time today, the door closes on my face. I don’t knock again, I walk away. 

I am not in the wrong. If anyone should be upset, it’s me who has to deal with blue balls for the second night in a row. But whatever the great Denise says. Women are so complicated.

After a cold shower, I am still thinking of my brother’s wife. Fucking women and their goddamn troubles. The next stop is the gym. 

I flip the switch and the ceiling lights come on. In here, nothing else matters but me. I scowl at my reflection in the mirror covering one part of the wall. My hard nipple peeks from my tank top, it will be great to have her lips on them.  

Sliding my phone out of my shorts, I connect it to the box speaker and the lyrics from Kendrick Lamar’s latest album rents the air. I start running on the treadmill. Sweat drips down my forehead to the top of my shirt, I grip the handles of the treadmill and quicken my pace. 

This is a much better workout than trying to get in bed with a random. Minutes later, I head to my room for another bath to clear my mind. 

Time slows down after my bath. I try to see a movie, play a game, make a phone call or watch porn. Nothing works. Throwing caution to the wind, I jump out of the bed and pull on a pair of shorts over my briefs. My dick is calm, so are my thoughts as I start for Denise’s room. She must have calmed down. I don’t bother to knock, instead I turn the knob and it opens easily. 

The master bedroom is the biggest in the house. I take one step further and pause in front of the mirror. There is an assortment of cream—I think—on the vanity. I purse my lips when I spot the name on one of the lotions. 

No fucking way. 

I drop the tube of lube that’s the same brand as the one I use to jerk off. My cock does a little twitch. Apparently, Denise and I have similar taste. What else do we have in common? 

Another step forward and I’m in front of the bathroom. I don’t give it much thought and push the door open. Denise jumps. My eyes narrow as she tries to hide something behind her. I take one tentative step towards her.

“David... Don’t come close.” 

Yeah, right. I cross over to her and spin her in my embrace. Her dildo collapses to the tiled floor. We share a hot glance and I inch away from her. She tilts her chin up as if daring me to reprimand her. My eyes lower to her chest, to the contours of her nipples stretching her gown. 

She grits her teeth when my feet move. But I don’t care. My fingers curl under her jaw and my gaze locks on hers. Lust shadows her eyes and I do the unthinkable by cupping her cunt.

Denise hisses. We are trapped in that moment till my fingers trail her clothed clit. She snaps out of her haze and my head lowers. I motion to the lightly moist pink dildo. “Did you come?” 

Shoving me, she snaps, “I’m not answering that question.” She storms past me to the bathroom door and stops. “Get over yourself, David.”

Oh, I will. After I impale that sharp mouth with my cock. Her ass jiggles in her skimpy nightwear and my dick does another jerk. If she so much as bends, her ass will be on display. I want to see her naked, sprawled on the bed with her legs spread apart so I can fuck her like a real man should. Denise doesn’t need a dildo when she has me and I intend to let her know that.

I join her in the room. She’s seated on the edge of the vanity with her legs crossed at the ankle. The lube is missing and her hair is in that black thing—bonnet. My eyes do a lazy sweep over her curvy body. Fucking perfect. 

Denise waits until I’m a few metres away from her. “You can’t just barge into my room like that, David. You need to learn how to knock.” 

“And you need to learn how to keep your doors locked, Denny.” 

She steps away from the vanity. Her hands fall to her sides. “I am a married woman, David.” 

“No one is contesting that with you.” 

If marriage meant as much to Darius, he won’t be hitting her. What is she trying to protect? 

I tuck my hand into my pockets, stripping her with my gaze. The top of her black night gown is lacy. The gown stops inches away from her ass. I take an involuntary step towards her. She backs away from me but not for so long because her back hits the wall. I push a strap down her shoulder and free one of her breasts.

Her brown nipples stand at attention. My fingers itch to feel her clit again, this time, without obstruction but I need to take it slow. 

With my gaze locked on hers, I knead an erect nipple. Her teeth sink into her lip to keep from moaning. I take that as a challenge and cup the other breast. With one leg, I spread her legs apart and my lips descend on her neck. 

I need her to moan. 

I need her to call my fucking name.

My breath is a gentle caress on her neck and I place wet kisses all over the open skin. Denise fists my shirt, determined to keep mute. I slide a hand between her shaky legs. The heat from her core makes me push a finger into her slick cunt. There is no barrier, nothing to stop me from reaching the promise land so I finger her.

“You don’t need a plastic penis when you have me.” Using her hand to palm the tent in my shorts, I slide a hand behind to cup her neck. I plant a kiss on her jaw, tease her with a half-kiss. “Let me make you feel like a woman.” 

“David,” she breathes out. Good. Just like that. We are getting there. Her hand flattens on my chest, she lets out another whimper as I push a second finger to join the first. She’s so wet my fingers slide in and out of her without a fuss. “Please.” I capture her hands above her head and suck hard on her skin. “David, please.”  

“Please what, Denny?” Denise needs to use her words. I slide my fingers into her mouth so she can taste herself, then brush my lips against hers so I can taste her from her lips. She lets out a moan and wriggles, causing her gown to ride up. One glimpse of her hairless pubis and I groan. Fuck me. “Talk. Tell me what you want.” 

“I want...” 

My insides twist in frustration. I need words. I need her approval. “You want what, Denny?”

“I want you to stop.” 

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Miss M
she wants him to stop? really? I can't wait for when she looks back and realise how stupid she was.
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