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.”
Denise didn’t mean it. She can’t possibly mean that. My hands drop to my sides. I take a cautious step back to inspect her face. Her face is flushed but she is fucking serious about me stopping. David: 0 – Women: 1,000. “I don’t want to cheat on him,” she replies to my unspoken question. Him being the unfaithful wife beater, Darius. The laughter that escapes my throat is deep and bitter. “He’s already doing enough of that for the both of you.” My dick strains painfully against my short. This night had so much promises. “If you don’t need me, I need you, Denny.” She swallows hard. She has to be the most confused woman I know. “What if I please you? You don’t have to do anything, Denny.” I hold a finger up to keep her from shaking her head. I am not taking no for an answer. I guide her to the bed and sit first. She stands looking at me like a confused student. That’s fine. I’ll lecture her today and
Denise is ignoring me. She has been for about a week or two. I lost count. Darius has been home, leaving me no chance to confront her. In my defense, the last time I tried to do that, she bolted out of the kitchen. At this point, I’m not sure I want to do it again. She’s acting like I’m the problem. My stomach tightens in hunger and I force myself out of the bed. No one is home. But I throw on a shirt and a pair of clean shorts. I need a bath but that will come after brunch. Mentally, I sift through the requirements of a recent client as I head into the kitchen. If he doesn’t accept the new adjustments, then I might need to show up at the office later. Maybe the ear-chewing from my boss will get my head back in the game. There’s a steel pot and saucepan on the cooker. I remove the lid of the pot. Spaghetti. A reddish sauce is in the frying pan. I scoop some food into a plate, take out a carton of juice and drag a stool to the island to eat.
Denise squares her shoulders and I let out a whisper, “Please.” I need to do the right thing. “Go.” “But I already said I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’m sorry I cancelled. I’m sorry I lied.” The long buried anger floats to the surface. It took me weeks to get the reservation only for her to wake up one beautiful sunny day and cancel. No good explanation. Nothing to follow it up. But I’m past caring about that. In an odd way, it’s good this happened, we need to set things straight. “Just leave.” Badly in need of a distraction, I move to the dresser to pick up my phone, anything I can touch but her. Denise ambles to the door and my chest falls in acceptance. Finally. I jump as the click of a door locking echoes in the room. Fuck. Meeting my gaze, she takes her first step towards me. “Denise!” The warning in my voice doesn’t deter her. I swallow hard with each step forward. She pries the phone from my hand and sets it on the d
Excitement zips through me. It’s a struggle keeping a stern face. “If the queen says so.” “She says so.” We haven’t even kissed and she is about to get blowjob lessons. No worries. We will do things backward. I guide her to the bed. Before sitting, I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back to stare into her eyes. She stares back with determination and zero regrets. The curtains rustle, drawing our attention to what we are about to do. I am about to commit a sin with my brother’s wife and that kind of sucks. Where’s my loyalty? I may hate Darius’s behaviour but this isn’t the right step. Now is a great time to end it. Sensing my withdrawal, Denise caresses my balls and I am back on track. “David.” She brushes her lips against mine, nibbles on my chin and whispers, “Show me.” “Are you sure, Denny? I won’t be mad if you say no.” In fact, I want her to say no because I can’t bring myself to say it myself. Is it wrong
It’s 11:30 pm and I am doing the dishes. Why? Because I’m bored. Okay, I volunteered to do it and Denise made the maids take the evening off. I only did it because I thought Denise would come to the kitchen to tease me. Getting her alone has become tough with Darius’s arrival. I hear the distant sound of footfalls but I don’t look up. Lather splashes everywhere as I turn over a plate to sponge it. The steps falter. I look up to see Denise leaning on the door. My heart skips a beat. I school my face into a mask to hide my excitement. She came. She came to tease me. Seconds bleed into minutes but Denise hasn’t made a sound and I’m dying to hear her voice. I towel dry the dishes and leave them on the counter. The only light turned on in the kitchen is the corner light by the sink. I catch her sagged shadow on the window above the sink and my pulse jumps. Something is wrong. “Denny?” I ask as I begin the walk towards her. She pushes herself away f
Two days later, Darius hits Denise again. And the next morning, he’s sporting a scratch on his jaw and a cut under his eye. It’s nothing huge but my chest swells with pride. My princess fought back. The second we are alone, I drag her into my room for a searing kiss. Denise gasps with surprise but the sound is swallowed by my mouth. We break the kiss grinning at each other. Her hands spread on my chest. There’s a proud glint in her brown eyes. “I really tried, David. For you.” “No,” I say with a shake of my head. “For you, Denny. For yourself.” I kiss her again, hungrily, pinning her against the door so I can feel her soft body moulding into mine. “But I’m proud of you, my princess.” Her hands move below my waist but I grab them. “So fucking proud of you.” “Then make me come.” “I will,” I promise. “But I have work to do now.” If I didn’t, I would already be on my knees to worship her. Reluctantly, I back away from her and her eyes darken with lust and
Denise doesn’t have to say it twice. I dive on the bed, hands clasped behind my head, dick at attention. She licks her lips again and climbs atop me. “Don’t do anything, okay? Let me do it.” I can’t help but nod. Denise smiles at me one last time and leans forward to place a kiss on my lips. I try to deepen it but she breaks it off and moves to my neck. Denise scatters feather-like kisses all over my collarbone. Her moves are slow and calculated, kissing every inch of my skin. My arms sneak around her waist to pull her down on my dick and she pinches my ear. Pain zips through me and she sticks out her tongue, eyes promising to do it again if I disobey her. This is pure fucking torture. It’s hard to keep still but I manage to do so as her hot lips leave kisses all over my naked body. She trails a path from my collarbone to my belly button. My dick jerks. “Naughty,” Denise says with a grin. Mischief twinkles in her eyes, she pats my dick like it’s a toy and mut
Adrienne rose from the circle, teeth sinking into the corner of her rosy lips. The green bottle had stopped rolling in front of her, it was her turn to play. Ignoring the catcalls and whistles from her horny friends, she took cautious steps towards Gabe. Her tiny hands reached up to put her badly dyed red hair into a bun as she lowered herself on him to perform her dare—a lap dance. She sunk her fingers into his thick mop of hair, waiting till he adjusted to her presence. Her warm breath fanned his neck, her crotch romanced his groin. His stifled moan encouraged her to grind harder against him and his shaky hands found her waist. Twisting so her back was to his chest, she bounced on the growing bulge underneath her, biting her lips to keep from moaning. “Girl! That’s enough. Get off him,” Carla, the leader of the group barked. “Next, please.” A roar of laughter zipped through the air and the rest of the group snickered. The fire in the middle of the circle cr