Sexual Misconduct (BWWM Romance), page 3
My hand drifted down to my lifeless dick wondering if it would ever see the sight of that dripping wet pussy again. I had not gone this long without sex in my life. The punishment that she was sending me through, made me think I understood what crack withdrawals were. I stroked my dick down the shaft and back up to the head squeezing my thumb and index finger around it every time my hand moved. That shit felt so damn good.
But, inside all I could feel was dirty and nasty for even having to wail away at myself. Touching my dick during sex with a woman was one thing. Touching myself alone in a dark shower only made me feel like I was some sort of predator or pervert. Either way, for the last year it’s been my only salvation, preventing me from ending up in a sleazy motel with a high-end escort.
It had been a month since I relieved the tension of my stress. I usually would wait until Starla was gone or asleep before I went whacking my dick off. The steam from the shower filled the room making it cloudy. I had the light turned off needing to remain in darkness. Not being able to see my reflection, helped allow me to perform the ungodly act. The sensation shooting through my body pulsated my dick as I closed my eyes.
My lips spread releasing a faint moan as my head tilted back. I envisioned that my hand was my wife’s mouth, tits’ canal, or her tight wet little cunt. My body tensed unable to move as my hand moved faster and faster. It squeezed a little bit tighter each time my muscles flexed. I found my mouth agape as my back hit the shower wall. Hot steaming water pummeled my face, stinging it with every drop. It was the least of my worries.
I hunched over, palming the shower wall shower wall with one hand for leverage. My toes curled and my balls jerked back and forth, heightening the intense feeling shooting through my piece. My breathing sped up, as did the moaning emitting from my moist lips. I felt the clear creamy mess ooze from my dick first, followed by a white thicker version shooting out in several shots. One right after the other it coated the wall. My body seized hysterically and for a moment, I was stuck, lost in contentment.
The back of my head bumped lightly against the shower wall, submerging it underneath the rain. In my mind, it cleansed me of the filth I felt for having to pleasure myself this way. My heart made me feel like I was at the lowest of my low. Disappointment poured over me as my head hung low. I washed away the evidence before I turned off the shower and stepped out. Grabbing a towel to cover my lower half, I moved into the bedroom and flopped back on the bed. The phone rang right when I was shutting my eyes.
“Jacobs.”
“There you go again, thinking you’re still at work.”
My mind was clear and level. “What do you need Mario?”
“You will never guess who I just bumped into, bro. I’m telling you when you hear this you’re gonna flip.” The excitement in his voice only pissed off my anticipation to find out.
“Who did you bump into dude?” My reply was unenthusiastic to say the least.
“Man, I ran into Ashley from law school, from Loyola.” The music in his background grew louder by the minute.
“Ashley from law school? Come on dude. You’re gonna have to do a little better than that.”
“Dude, Ashley Baker. Your height, gorgeous smile, big tits, tight little firm plump ass, and fat juicy lips. You know, Chino, the black chick that said she was from Hawaii or some shit but she's really dark skinned with fine long hair. My dick’s getting hard just thinking about her bubble booty ass and she just pulled off not to long ago from me.”
“Oh! Yeah…Ashley. How’s she doing?” I tried not to sound too anxious but damn if I was not excited to hear that.
"She's looking good bro. Damn good. She says she's about to make partner at her firm. Think she said she was at Simon and Simon. Chino when I tell you her body was banging in this tight little red dress, dude, you need to believe me."
"Damn."
"Told you to come out with me. Didn't I tell you? I told you," Mario repeated.
I sighed. "Yeah, whatever."
"Don’t worry my man. I still looked out for you though. I got her number for you bro!" His laughter penetrated the receiver. "And, she's single dude. Single! How do you like that?"
I had to admit, when he said those words, my dick jumped a little. Not for his ass but for Ashley being single. If memory served me correctly, she was tall, exotic, and every man’s dream. She was the well-educated model type, something like a threat to the female species, beautiful yet deadly. I had a crush on Ashley back then, but back then she was involved with a man who was so wrong for her. He treated her like shit and had females in her face like her feelings didn’t matter.
Yet, she stayed with him. I never understood why some women did it. But, every woman had their reasons why they would deal with a bullshit man. Ashley put me in the friend zone too many times back then. I was for damn sure not looking forward to revisiting that place. I would rather be lonely and beating my meat. It was far better than adding another sexy image in my mind of a woman I can’t have.
My excitement immediately turned down a few notches. "Good for her."
"And, guess what? She goes to my gym. I didn't even know that. But, I go during the day while she goes at night. Every night except for on the weekends. She's only there during the day then. But, isn't that crazy?"
"Why are you telling me all this, Mario? I'm a married man."
"An unhappily married man, bro. Why are you still in denial about that?"
I felt anger building up inside of me. "Because whether I'm happy or not I'm still married and fucking some old crush is not going to change the situation that I'm in."
"Who said anything about fucking her? Shit if that happened, I wouldn’t be mad at ya. I mean honestly dude, you could use another friend ’cause obviously I can't get you out of this funk you've been in for the past damn year. Maybe talking to her will at least bring your spirits up." He paused. "Look I'll text you the number. If you wanna talk to her then do that. If not, then delete it and I'll never bring it up again. Deal?"
"Yeah, Mario. Deal."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later bro."
I felt badly for chewing him out the way I did. He was my best friend and had been for years. All he was trying to do was help me beat my misery and I kicked him down. It was so hard for me to fathom doing anything aside from remaining true to my marriage, to my wife, regardless of how shitty it was. Mario was so hell bent on me getting over Starla, understandably, seeing that he was tired of me moping around like I had lost my best friend. But, he was not looking at the fact that I needed time to heal. In hindsight, that’s exactly what had happened. I had lost my best friend. My wife was supposed to be the one friend who had my back, through thick and thin, for the rest of our lives.
The vows we recited at that highly expensive, star-studded wedding she had to have started to feel like they were simply mere words and not promises. No longer oaths we had made to each other. My IPhone buzzed, vibrating the bed again, lighting up to show me the text message from Mario. I gawked at it until the screen filled with darkness and went to sleep. I did not feel compelled to open it at that point. Especially not since I caught a glimpse of the time before it shut off. It was 10:45pm. The night was growing older and she had yet to step her ass through that door. She was indeed testing my patience, unaware that it was slowly dwindling to becoming nonexistent.
Chapter 3
Starla
My eyes shot over to the basic digital clock on the simple looking wooden nightstand. It sat next to the full sized motel bed, adorned with an old school floral print spread with matching pillows. The red numbers read 11pm. It was the longest I had ever stayed out with Brian, but he insisted. He thought it best that I stopped living my life around making sure Chino was not mad at me. If I didn’t care about him, it shouldn’t have mattered. He was right. I needed to stop living my life as a married woman, if I was determined not to be one anymore.
He said he was tired of me going home to another man anyway, even though I had never actually been home with him. My eyes focused on the drab icky off white color of the room walls. They looked like they had seen better days. One by one, I rolled my socks off. The 19” TV sitting on top of the long tattered wooden chest, displayed the very outdated complimentary porn that Brian had so conveniently popped on. I looked at myself in the large square mirror on the wall behind the TV, as I slowly peeled off my clothes feeling a bit uncomfortable. My jeans dropped to the floor.
“What you puttin’ on a strip tease for us, girl? Drop them motherfuckin’ clothes and get your ass over here in this bed.” Brian took another hit of his odd smelling self-rolled cigarette.
“I’m coming. Give me a minute.” The inflection in my voice reeked of fear.
He laughed as he passed his funny smelling cigarette to the girl chuckling next to him. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than me, which kind of pissed me off. I couldn’t help to wonder why I was not enough to feed his pleasure. He had brought her with us a few times before but she only sat in the dark far off corner, watching our lustful act. He said he was fulfilling a fantasy she had, to watch a couple fuck in front of her. Something told me it was bullshit then, now I know it was. The rancid smoke crammed the air. He had never smoked those cigarettes before while we were here. It was shocking to me that he even smoked at all.
The level of comfort in the room was nonexistent, but for some reason I could not bring myself to verbalize “no” to him. As long as my flesh didn’t have to bump uglies with that bitch, I was good. All I had to do was out last that bitch and once she was exhausted, I could prove to him that he did not need anyone else in his bed but me. I was working on some long term shit with him and she was just a part time lay. She was not about to take the spot I had worked so hard to keep. She was sitting there with her bob cut dark hair; her overly made up face and super perky double D tits pressed against my fucking man. She was as dark skinned as he was, which was odd. As he cuffed her tiny waist with his bear hands, the thought of our first real conversation together scrolled across my mind. When we first started fucking, he told me he was not attracted to women that dark.
“Com’ on girl. You need to quit procrastinating and get your ass in this bed before we start without you.” She whisked the blanket off their exposed naked bodies, revealing her hand hard at work on his long erect piece.
“I’m coming.” My attitude was prevalent, as I quickly tossed my bra on the floor letting my tits poke out freely.
“She ain’t trying to get this shit, baby girl. She’s playing games,” He told her, as he kissed her forehead sweetly shooting me a sly look.
“I do want it.” My eyes spun in disgust.
I crawled my naked ass in the bed on all fours, heading over to swallow his dick before she tried to. She clutched it in her hand, waiting for me to place my mouth over it. I batted her hand from it, scowling her up and down. The jumbled look on her face told me that she got my drift. I was a grown woman who did not need some young bitch holding my bottle for me. At that moment, I realized that I didn’t even know the slut’s name, let alone her age but she looked as if she could not be more than 18 or 19 years old. Some young whore he picked up off the streets, waving her ass to him on a bus stop probably. Yeah, she was a bitch who was looking for her next sugar daddy to take care of her. Or, at the very least, have her ride around in his big black Cadillac Escalade. Whores like her were suckers for trucks like that, with shiny silver rims and banging sounds in the back.
Brian howled in between puffs of his cigarette, as my air passage became cluttered with the smoke he blew in my face. “Suck this dick bitch.”
“Daddy, I can’t breathe every time you blow that shit in my face.” My coughing was evident of that, as I rose from his dick allowing it to thump on his stomach.
“You need to quit playing with yourself and gon’ hit this shit.” He handed me the small white thinly rolled joint.
“I told you I don’t smoke and you said you wouldn't smoke that shit around me anymore.”
“You need to start. Fuck you being good for? You ain’t trying to be the suburban housewife anymore. This the fucking hood bitch. This Englewood. Look around. We ain’t exactly at Cesar’s Palace or some shit.” His knowledge of fancy things was disturbing. If it did not exist in some rap video or ratchet TV show, he basically did not know it existed.
“Um, that’s cute. But, I still don’t smoke.” My hands waved the smoke auspiciously from my face, before sitting backwards on my feet.
“Com’ here bitch and let me suck on those titties. I bet you forget all about that smoke in your face.” The girl said as she inclined towards me, with her munching mouth wide open and her eyes closed shut. She was ignorant of my hand that her cheek met instead.
“Ewe! Don’t get caught slippin’. I don’t fuck bitches honey. And, who the fuck are you anyway?”
“The fucks you mean you don’t fuck bitches? I told you Trina was coming to fuck us tonight and show us a good time.” Brian rolled up, perched on his knees, with an angry expression written on his face.
“No, you said she was coming to fuck you. Not me.”
I remained still, as he gradually moved in closer grabbing me strongly by the neck. It was the first time I had ever actually been scared to be in his presence. I did not know if it was the smelly drug he had laced his cigarette with that was building his adrenaline up. Or, if he had genuinely hid his doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde façade without me noticing. Whatever it was, it had me shook. His eyes were like black holes, as he gawked down at me while I cowered on the bed like a scared helpless puppy. My legs kicked frantically as my hands clenched his wrists begging for a reprieve. The frantic coughing emitting from my mouth seemed to only excite him more. I could feel his dick grow gradually. Minutes later, he released his grasp on my neck. My throat was itchy as air reentered my airway, thankfully it wasn’t worse than that. I ducked, as he waved his arm quickly to take another drag of his cigarette.
“I don’t give a fuck if I said she was fucking the devil on a silver platter. I said get over here and fuck her before you regret the day you defied me.” Brian’s lips puckered, blowing more smoke in my face.
Defied him? He was taking our relationship to a whole new level. It was a level I had no idea we were on. I really liked him, even had strong feelings for this man. Though, in the back of my mind, I’ve always thought that something about him was off. I had to admit. One moment he would be talking about being together and never letting another man touch me. And, the next he was talking about my regrets if I defied him. Shock fell over me like a dark cloud and all I could do was ball up into the tightest ball I could muster.
I did not know what to do, confused about the whole situation. Scared out of my mind, I turned over from the fetal position that I was in and stretched out on my back as my breasts rode my chest, nipples hardened perfectly sticking up into the air. If I didn’t comply, he would unquestionably make my life a living hell.
“Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” Brian bounced on his ass, leaning against the headboard as he rolled another one of his wicked sticks.
“Hell yeah! Now it’s a damn party.” Trina sprung her naked body on the bed, leaning over to get her fill with her mouth of my tits.
“Just do what he says and you will be straight. Nod if you can hear me baby.” Trina brought her lips to my ear licking momentarily before whispering.
I nodded twice as a sickening feeling overcame me. Annoyance shined on my face, as her wet entrance surrounded my tits one right after the other. My eyes closed, praying it would be over in a heartbeat, feeling horrid, grimy and revolting all at the same damn time. Brian propped over into my face blowing a thick cloud of smoke in my face again. It was even heavier than the ones before. I tried like hell to close my nasal and oral vessels so none of that shit got in. My thoughts wandered. It seemed the more tingling my body felt from her sucking on my nipples the more I inhaled deep breaths of the anomalous smell.
“What’s in that thing anyway?” I asked feeling a euphoric high that I had never experienced before. My pussy throbbed a hundred miles a minute especially with Trina’s finger flicking my clit.
“Cocaine and Tobacco.” Brian laughed. "It's called a primo, bitch."
“Oh, ok.” I paused, before coming back into reality. “Wait! What?”
Brian and Trina halted their actions, laughing simultaneously as I had been let in on the big joke. It sure as hell was not funny to me. Trina did not seem to care about the concerned look on my face. She conveniently affixed herself in between my legs laying her head on my inner right thigh, sticking her tongue out twiddling my clit with it. I could not even process the information thrown at me before lust took over.
Along with her soggy mouth covering my entire pussy, Brian reached over flicking my nipples playfully. My mouth agape, Brian continued to blow that foggy mess into my face. The smoke suffocated my lungs in a way I could never imagine and I had no way of telling them. Not that they would probably care anyway. My lips were numb and my fingertips followed.
Trina was sucking and licking the very life out of me concurrently, while my body convulsed like I was having a seizure. Her tongue was like some sort of magic wizard, like it had the power to make me queen of the universe. The feeling shooting through my body was nothing short of mind-blowing. She could have contorted my body into some odd shape and it wouldn’t have fazed me one bit.
My mind was on cloud nine my body cloud one hundred. She fingered me as she sucked. Her fingers got so deep I thought Brian with his massive sized dick was fucking me. I had cum five times already and now I was working on number six. She had to have been trying to reach some kind of world record with the most times she could make me cum. Either that or her tongue was related to the Energizer bunny.
