Page 4 of Enigma
Caleb had such a filthy mouth and knew exactly what to say to make me cum hard. Another squirting orgasm ripped through me, and this time tears filled my eyes and began to fall because I’d never felt this kind of pleasure, and to know the man who was like a brother to Angel was the one providing it wrecked me.
“I know, baby, that guilt fucks with me too at times, but I can’t get enough of you. You fit me like the most perfect glove. Your body reacts to even my slightest touch. When I whisper in your ear, your body shivers. When I make you laugh, your eyes sparkle. There is nothing I won’t do to please you in or out this bedroom. We didn’t plan for this to happen, but Yanna, I’m in love with you,” he stated, hisvoice genuine and full of passion and surrender.
Not being able to handle his words, I slid Caleb out of my pussy, turned, and dropped to my knees to please him with my mouth. I knew when my words failed me, my desire to be daddy’s nasty little slut didn’t, and so I took Caleb down my throat inch by inch while gagging, choking, drooling, and spitting all over his dick, balls, gooch, and asshole as he lay back on his bed. There was nothing off limits when Caleb and I fucked and made love, yes, love, because I was in the same boat as Caleb, I was in love with him, but accepting that would feel like the ultimate betrayal to Angel and Maria. Pushing my guilt back down, I focused on pleasing Caleb. He loved it when I sucked his dick sloppy and then ate his ass even sloppier. Tonight I planned to worship him with my mouth and fingers. Caleb loved mutual anal play, and on many occasions, I would cum just listening to him moan while I ate his ass until he had an explosive orgasm and painted my face.
“Yanna, baby, fuck, you gone make daddy cum all on that pretty face,” he said as I slid my tongue up and down his asshole, then slid it inside and tongue fucked it.
Caleb groaned loudly as he yanked my head up and shot his load all over my face and titties. I massaged his thick cream all over my breasts and licked what was on my lips as Caleb leaned down to kiss me deeply and nasty with his semen all over my face. He swiped some of the semen he’d left me as a gift for my hard work and placed his fingers up to my mouth as I sucked his semen off his fingers. This man was dangerously fucking nasty and so willing to please me in any way I deemed necessary that it scared me. I knew I would never find another man sexually secure enough to fuck me the way he did and healed enough to love me the way he does. When I learned that Caleb was actively attending grief therapy, it was the push I needed to do the same. Caleb was there to support me through my healing, and at times that included tear-filled nights, days where I would unintentionally snap at him because therapy drained me, but his gentility and kindness never wavered.
6 months earlier
When Maria passed after a hard-fought battle with Leukemia, I was devastated and lost because my best friend in this thing called life was now resting peacefully, as the kids and I were forced to pick up the pieces and try to navigate life without the key piece to our family dynamic. The only comfort was knowing Maria was resting and no longer in pain because she suffered so severely leading up to her final days. It broke me and the kids into a million tiny pieces more than anything. Maria was my high school sweetheart, so much so that Maria was pregnant with CJ our sophomore year of high school, and everyone, even our own parents, assumed our lives had been ruined before they fully started. The person that supported us most had been Angel, and it was only right we made him CJ’s godfather. It was not surprising to us that he took the title seriously. Maria, Angel, and I were accepted to Harvard with full scholarships, which had always been our plan, and not even becoming teen parents would stop us in the pursuit of success; if anything, it made us go harder and full speed ahead to ensure CJ had the best in life. As a student athlete, there was a high and unyielding level of commitment that made it hard to be a present parent all the time. Still, Angel would help out babysitting and giving Maria breaks so she could study and rest, and for that, I’d forever be my brother’s keeper, and anything I had, Angel had. When I was drafted to the Los Angeles Lakers as the number one pick, I made sure the first thing I did was give Maria the wedding, house, car, family, and life she deserved and always dreamed of, then I did the same for Angel.
Angel could have gone the professional athlete route like me, beingone of the best to do it on the track; however, his dream of becoming a sports and entertainment lawyer far outweighed any other aspirations in his life. Angel met Yanna in our junior year at Harvard.
The first time Angel mentioned Yanna, he joked, “Nigga, I finally met my Maria,” thinking no more about it until he bumped into Yanna again at the dining hall, and she instantly became the fourth musketeer, and from that day forward, if you saw one of us, you were bound to see us all.
By the time the spring semester wrapped up, she and Maria had hung out solo and exchanged numbers, starting their beautiful friendship and sisterhood. Yanna had attended public school and wasn’t much of a social butterfly, it was why she’d become such an incredible surgeon, but she had very few friends on campus with the exception of her roommate who was always looking at her like she wanted to fuck her but to my knowledge Yanna didn’t get down like that so I just chalked it to me being a freaky ass nigga who was thinking too hard. I can’t lie and say I never stole a glance or two at Yanna when Angel wasn’t paying attention, because she possessed the type of beauty that made you do a double-take to see if she was real. Yanna had a round face with full lips that always held a slight pout, perfect white teeth that could light up a room when she smiled, and the most beautiful almond-shaped eyes with long eyelashes. She had always been a plus-size beauty, possessing perfectly curved hips, squeezable thighs, a nice, plush stomach, and full breasts, all wrapped in gorgeous, rich umber skin that looked like the finest silk. She often wore her long, jet-black hair in a bun at the nape of her neck as her signature style; however, when she wore her hair down, it was almost criminal how breathtaking she looked. I had nothing against thicker women; however, I’d never dated one or stuck a dick to one because I’d been blessed to find forever in Maria.
After Maria passed, Angel and Yanna had shown up for me in ways our own families hadn’t. Yanna would come by and cook and clean for the kids and me, and Angel made sure the finances were straight when I couldn’t get out of bed some days. Whatever needed to be done so I could grieve my wife without worry, they did, so when I answered Yanna’s call six months after Maria passed, I knew something was wrong, but I never expected in a million years to hear that my boy was gone. Compounding pain and grief broke me in ways I had never imagined, ways I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Losing two of the best people I’d ever known in my life so close together was a pill Icouldn’t bring myself to swallow; however, I knew Yanna needed me. As Maria fought the fight of her life, I had time to try and mentally prepare myself to lose her, while Angel was snatched from Yanna suddenly.
Our closeness happened unexpectedly and started so simple. Yanna and I would check on each other daily via text, and the texts turned to calls, the calls to FaceTime, and then we started hanging out innocently. Outside of work, we had so much free time with our kids being adults and chasing their own dreams, that we would just hang out at our homes or grab dinner and drinks. I’d never looked at Yanna as anything other than a sister and my best friend’s wife until one day we were at Yanna’s house having drinks and sitting on her covered deck, her reading a book on her tablet and I was reading sports highlights on my phone. I noticed Yanna squirming ever so slightly, and her glowy skin seemed flushed and rosy. I planned to act like I didn’t notice, but the smell of her arousal ignited my primal urges, and my body reacted in a way I’d never expected it to, needing to see what she had going on. Whatever she was reading had her so captivated that she was oblivious to me ogling her. Yanna’s plus-size body was the epitome of grown womanhood, and I’d definitely noticed the sway of her thick hips a time or two, but what man hadn’t?
My body’s sudden awareness and arousal were shocking and left me full of guilt, but I had to know, so I asked, “You good, Yanna?”
She shifted, cleared her throat, sipped her drink, and said, “Whew, yeah, I’m good, I’m reading this book and it got very um, racy.”
My interest was certainly piqued, so I asked her to read it to me. I’d never been one to read erotic fiction, but her response to whatever she was reading got my attention. She hesitated and started to read in a voice that was extremely sensual.
“I’d never done any form of anal play, however for you I’d love to be anally trained so you can fuck me in every hole I posses,” she read while squirming.
“Damn,” I muttered lowly as she continued to read about a woman being a good little nasty slut who yearned to be fucked in every hole.
I wanted to stand up and excuse myself to the restroom, but my dick was rock hard, and if I moved this pillow from my lap, Yanna would see the evidence of my budding desires for her. I continued to listen, trying to show no emotion on my face, but all I could do was stare at her taut nipples through the thin material of her strapless maxi dress. My eyes traveled down her body, and her thick thighs couldn’t behidden by the yellow dress, ending at her pretty ass, toes painted a peachy orange color that I wanted to get on my knees and worship with my mouth. I let my eyes travel up her body as she continued to read, and with every passing second, I further realized just how stunningly fine this woman was. Her skin was smooth and blemish-free, her face was youthful and makeup-free, and her natural hair was jet-black, curly, and cascaded down her back in a half-up, half-down hairstyle.
“Spicy right?!” she asked, interrupting my thoughts of her fine, thick ass.
“Very,” I stated and chuckled. Not only was my mind and body hyper aware of how fine she was, but I was being let in on how freaky she was and what turned her on, but that wasn’t enough, now I wanted, no scratch that, I needed to find out through hands-on experience if she tasted as good as she looked. I needed to know if she would be a good little slut and take my dick, tongue, and fingers in every hole. Could I train her to suck and lick me from the head of my dick to my asshole? Would she enjoy playing in my asshole and milking me for every drop of cum. And just as filth invaded my thoughts, so did the guilt, and just like that, I was brought back to the reality of the situation. How would I ever explain fucking my deceased best friend’s wife?
“You staying for dinner?” She asked, “I’m making steak, shrimp, sautéed veggies, and baked sweet potatoes,” she added.
“Hell yeah, sign me up,” I said excitedly, and we both laughed.
I felt like a total creep for all these thoughts I was having until Yanna stood up, and her maxi dress was wet in the front and the back, where her pussy soaked it. I tried to act like I didn’t see and smell her arousal, but I couldn’t hide it. As Yanna tried to walk past me to go inside to change and I assume start dinner, I yanked her to me, lifted her dress until I saw her fat, creamy, soaking wet pussy that had soaked through her panties, looking like she needed some attention.
“C—Caleb wha what are you doing?” She stuttered, turning me on even more because I loved a nasty bitch dressed up in good girl clothes.
“This,” I stated as I slid two fingers up and down her dripping slit through her bikini panties and smelled them before putting them in my mouth and moaning my pleasure because I’d just discovered my newest addiction.
Her smell and taste had me in a trance, and all I could think about inthis moment was sitting her on my face.
As my hand slid up her body until I reached her neck and grabbed it, adding just enough pressure to make her moan, I told her, “Yanna, I’m about to lay back and you gone hop your thick ass on my face and feed me this pussy until you cum, do you understand?”.
“Yes,” she replied on a moan.
“Yes, who?” I asked.
“Yes, daddy!” she cried out as her flood gates broke and an orgasm ripped through her entire body, and she squirted all in my face.
