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I brushed my nose against his and softly smiled. “How do you feel about going back to therapy?”
We had to go back. Now more than ever. Something had to hold us together. Something other than love and time. And I felt like therapy would be the glue. Although it’d damn near ripped us a part before. We needed it. I needed it.
He brushed his hands along my cheeks. There was a lot of touching and feeling going on. “I’m with it. As long as we stay locked in.”
“Of course,” I said before tossing my leg over across him. “Always.”
Always?
I was so full of shit.
He kissed me on the forehead. “Aight, bet. Back to therapy we go. I’ll see if she has a squeeze in appointment available for tomorrow.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. Probably shouldn’t’ve. Probably should’ve just laid my head on his chest to try to sleep but I didn’t and that kiss led to him kissing me deeper. I kissed him with the same passion and before I knew it, he was grabbing me, sitting me on top of him. With his hands gripped tightly around my ass cheeks, he kissed me harder, softly sucking on my tongue.
Duke ran his hands up the sides of my body before sliding them to the front where his thumbs brushed against my hard nipples. I cooed and shivered a bit, as his hands on my body just… I don’t know… felt right. Crescent was perfect. But Duke was Duke, and the man had been handling my body since I was fifteen.
Softly, he pinched my nipples between his index and thumb fingers, and I moaned into his mouth. I should’ve stopped things. Should have told him I was tired. But I couldn’t. I wondered if when he entered me, he’d be able to tell I’d been with someone else just a couple of hours prior. Someone a lot bigger than him. Duke was far from small—if I had to guess, I’d say he was a good seven inches, and thick. But Crescent? Crescenthadto be ten. The size didn’t matter. I just… I just didn’t want Duke to know.
So, I went to climb down from his lap, but he stopped me. I groaned into his mouth when I felt how hard his dick was. Was I supposed to stop? Tell my husband no? After I’d given my body to a man a lot less deserving? I couldn’t.
I did what any good wife would do—I took my tank off and went back to kissing him. Instead, I didn’t stay at his lips for too long. I made a trail of kisses from his lips down his ripped chest to his waistband where his boxer briefs sat. Slowly, I inched them down over his hips and rubbed my face against his dick. The same way I did Crescent hours ago. But tonight, with Duke, I gave him more. Sucked his dick with so much passion, his body began to tense up not even five minutes in. That would have been all good if I wasn’t thinking about Crescent while I did it. I couldn’t help it. And because I couldn’t help it, I cried. Duke didn’t notice… my spit had his dick so wet that it just blended in with the tears.
After I sucked his dick right up until he was about to cum, I got on top. Rode my husband’s dick with the thought of the man I cheated on him with heavy in my mind. Rode him like never before. Creamed and squirted on him like it was the best dick I’d ever had because in reality… it was. Duke knew my body. Knew my body really, really good. But Crescent? Crescent had my mind. Real… real good. And those two things intertwined didmagicalthings to my pussy.
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DUKE
My phone rang.
I ignored it.
She sent a text message… I ignored that too. Didn’t even bother opening it. She was Ms. Rochelle, and she’d been on my ass heavy since I saw her last week. I was… processing. Trying to process, at least. A nigga was drowning and needed a break fromthatreality. So, I hadn’t picked up. Picking up would force me into a conversation I wasn’t ready to have. One that included getting Diary and I hadn’t come up with a system to make that work. I thought telling Ms. Rochelle I had a family would get her to help me out a little but it hadn’t. If anything, it seemed like she’d become more relentless. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. What I needed was more time. More time to sort through it. More time to build courage. Just… a little more time.
I know… It might’ve seemed like I was on bullshit. Was I really though? Fuck no. I wanted nothing more than to be able to spend more time with Diary but right now that was impossible. Not just because I didn’t have the resources to keep her as regularly as Ms. Rochelle needed me to but because I had been busy as fuck. Between trying to make sure things stayed goodbetween Mahogany and I, I had been stepping in more on my daddy duties because she’d been working long hours. On top of that, we had therapy. Today. I didn’t have room to make the situation with Diary work. Not right now. I needed more time. More time and space to think. More time and space to figure shit out.
With a deep sigh, I reached over to the glove box and opened it for my bottle. I shouldn’t have been drinking. Not outside in the parking lot at therapy but I was. I needed a shot. Something to keep my head on a swivel. Something to keep me focused on what was important. Keeping my marriage together. If I walked in sober, all I would think about was Diary and how I was drowning. The liquor didn’t do a lot to keep my head clear, but it uplifted my mood and damn a nigga needed that. I was low. Low, low. If I was to put a term on it I would say I was depressed. But I felt like I didn’t have the right to say I was depressed because realistically, I was just under a lot of fucking pressure.
After taking the shot, I swiped away from a text message to check the time. It was twenty minutes before five—today I beat Mahogany to therapy. Made sure I left work early to avoid the freeway and to stop at Kroger for a floral arrangement. Therapy made me nervous as fuck. I would do anything to make sure what happened last time didn’t happen again. I was taking a gentle approach. One that came with flowers, and a date afterward. The work didn’t stop at therapy.
I put the bottle back in the glovebox and popped a piece of spearmint gum and sprayed on a little cologne. With my head leaned back against the headrest, I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of Maxwell singing about ‘this woman’s worth’. I wasn’t an R&B ass nigga, but I was setting the mood. Preparing for therapy, the way I had to prepare. Pretty soon I’d be walking into the lion’s den, and I had to have a certain mindset to do that.Imagine having to listen to the way you hurt your wife, while sitting on a bigger secret? Shit was hard, for real.
Apparently, I must’ve been tired because after a couple of minutes, I opened my eyes to the sound of knocking on the window. Mahogany. I smiled. She was beautiful, greeting me with a smiling face and a certain twinkle in her eyes that I appreciated the hell out of. It wasn’t often that I was greeted that way. However, lately, it had been more often than not.
I sat up, turned the car completely off, and opened the door.
Nodding inside she asked, “Hmmm. Who is that for?”
I looked over at the roses and back at her with a smile before getting out. “This beautiful woman I met a couple years ago. They were supposed to be a surprise after our ‘little talk’ but…”
“A couple years ago is crazy,” she said with a laugh as I wrapped my arms around her for a hug.
“Hell yeah. A few of themthangs,” I said, kissing her on the forehead.
“You must be tired. Work must’ve kicked your ass,” she said.
We pulled away from the hug and I nodded. “Kicked my ass for real,” I told her before closing the door. I grabbed her hand, and she interlocked her fingers with mine. “Remember I told you about E and Gina?”
