Contrasts (31 page)

“That’s right, Mrs. Morgan. That’s the place to start. Let me feel the love,” he chuckled. Holding his cock back with one hand she cupped his smooth balls with the other and licked them before opening her mouth wide and gently sucking them. She felt his cock begin to stiffen. She couldn’t believe he might get hard again. He reached down to tilt her head up, “You makin love to Darnell’s balls?”

“Yes, honey...I’m making love to your balls.” Her lips were swollen and wet, the lipstick gone.

“Now my dick,” he said. Holding his cock at its base she licked along the sides and the top and bottom until it was clean. Finally, she took his cockhead into her mouth and with the tip of her tongue cleaned the indented ring. He’d become hard. He reached over to hold her face between his hands forcing her to look into his eyes. He kept her like that for several minutes until she began to tremble. “You afraid?” he asked.

She had trouble speaking, “Yes,” she whispered, “I’m very afraid.”

He released her and sat back. “We still got to talk, but get dressed first and come back lookin pretty for me.” Unsteadily, she got to her feet, gathered up her skirt, blouse, shoes, and purse and went into the bathroom, shutting the door after her.

She intended to dress quickly, wash her face, put on some lipstick and make a hasty exit. She thought, ‘
No talk....no kiss goodbye, just a thank you for a nice evening and back to her hotel and the safety and comfort of Danny.’
But instead she brushed her hair, took time to apply mascara and a heavy coat of bright red lipstick and finally the gloss that made her lips wet and shiny. She dressed, slipped her bare feet into the heels and opened the door.

Darnell was sitting in one of the armchairs opposite the couch. She could see that he was naked under a white silk robe. He gestured toward that couch.

She forced a smile, “Darnell, there’s no need to talk. Really there’s nothing to say. We had a pleasant reunion...truly I’m happy that things have turned out so well for you, but I have a wonderful husband who might be back at the hotel by now and wondering where I am.”

He pointed again to the couch, “I said we gonna talk. Now set your white ass down over there or maybe I phone Danny Boy and tell him where his wife been all evenin and what she been doin.” Ann crossed to the couch and sat, her legs together, her hands folded in her lap. He leaned forward, “When you supposed to fly back to the states with your motherfuckin football hero husband?”

“Friday, a week from today.”

“That give you some time then.”

“Time for what?”

“Time to decide if you’re goin back with him or stayin here, gettin a quick divorce, and becomin my woman.”

She started to stand, her face flushed. He raised his hand indicating she was to sit back down. She did, but glared across at him, “You must be insane Darnell to imagine I’d leave my husband to marry you!”

“I didn’t say nothin about marryin me. I said you be my woman. There’s a big difference.”

“As far as I’m concerned, this talk is over.”

“It ain’t over till I say it’s over. You gettin pretty fuckin uppity all of a sudden. You forgetten some things like what to call me.”

“I didn’t forget.” She took a deep breath getting herself under control, “Look, Darnell, what you’re failing to understand is that this evening was a diversion, a diversion for both of us. It didn’t mean anything. We were just acting out a fantasy we’ve both probably imagined over the years. It was exciting and fun, but that’s all it was. There’s more to life than sex.”

“Like what?”

“Love..... happiness.”

“You is a bigger fool than I thought. Ain’t no love lasted more than a couple of months. After that it’s just bein taken care of. It’s a fuckin convenience. Then the kids come and it’s a fucking obligation. Folks is lazy by nature. Stayin married and pretendin to be in love is a excuse for bein lazy. They get stuck doin the same fuckin old same old. I bet there ain’t no excitement left in your life. I bet even the fucking football games is boring. After what I seen today I know for sure your sex life ain’t much better now than it was with your wimpy first husband.”

“I’m happy,” she said.

“Happy is like love, don’t last but a little while. Only folks I know is happy is little kids and not all of them. By the time they’s ten years old fucking happiness is over.”

She had discovered years ago that although Darnell was ignorant he wasn’t dumb. “Well then, if according to you we’re incapable of sustained love or happiness, what’s the point? Why live at all?”

“Excitement, change, doin things different, bein crazy, findin ways to make livin exciting.....like creatin stuff....and also knowin who we really is and goin wherever that road takes us.”

“You mean like sucking you off in my classroom, showing my pussy to your homies, spreading my legs for drunken black truck drivers, dressing like a slut for your pleasure? Is that what you mean by creating stuff, by doing things different?”

“That’s right. That’s what I mean. You was also learnin who you is and who you is ain’t no sweet stay-at-home wife of a fuckin football player.”

“What makes you think the excitement of being Darnell’s bitch would last?”

“Nothin last forever cept bein in the grave. You is thirty years old now. I expect bein Darnell’s bitch would be excitin for about five years maybe six or even seven. I know lots of ways to keep it excitin...new stuff, you know what I’m sayin.”

She smiled at him, “Thanks for the offer, Darnell, but I can’t accept. I love my husband. He’s very good to me. He makes no demands. We have a big lovely house in Oyster Bay on Long Island, a spacious condo in New York City, and a sweet ocean front bungalow in Aruba. We can travel wherever we wish to go. If we can’t have children, we plan to adopt some. My life is good. Couldn’t possibly be better. In spite of what you say, I’m in love and I’m happy.”

He had let his robe fall open. He moved to the edge of the chair and parted his legs.

His cock hung down between them. He watched her closely as she stared at it. He lifted it and let it fall, then stroked it a few times until it began to stiffen. Several minutes passed in silence. She hadn’t looked away. “You gettin wet?” he asked.

She frowned, “I don’t know if I’m wet,” She thought,
‘I must be crazy. I fight against what happens. I do. But somehow just being in the same room with him, hearing him talk, not able to look away from his long black cock that just minutes ago was inside me, the scent and taste of it......dear God please give me the strength to....to....’

He continued to stroke himself, “Show me.” She shook her head, but continued to watch his cock become engorged. “Show me,” he repeated. She pulled her skirt back and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened. “Tell me,” he demanded, “say it with affection.”

“I’m wet, honey,” she said.

He grabbed his hard cock and held it out toward her, “You want to suck me off?”

“Yes, honey. I want to suck you off.”

He pushed the coffee table out of the way and pointed to the floor between his legs.

She slid off the couch and crawled to him, getting on her knees before him. “Ask,” he said.

“Please, Darnell honey, let me suck you.”

“Take my cum, all of it? “Yes, honey, I’ll take all of it.” She licked her lips and taking his cock in both hands leaned down to kiss the tip of it. Then, as before, she pushed it back and began to kiss and lick his ball sack. She kept him on the edge for a long time kissing, and licking and teasing all the while looking up at him for approval.

“That’s where you need to be, on your knees to Darnell, makin love to his cock, wantin him to feed you his cum.” With his words she began to suck harder and faster forming a seal with her lips, going down on him until she gagged. He grunted and held her head while he pumped hot spurts of cum filling her mouth making her swallow and swallow and then suck the last drops from his piss hole.

He fell back in the chair and closed his eyes. She remained kneeling before him continuing to look at his cock as it gradually went limp. She lifted it and gently pressed her lips to his cockhead again before standing and taking her purse to the bathroom again to reapply her lipstick.

When she came out he was still in the chair, his eyes closed. She stood beside him. He opened his eyes, “In the last six years I had lots of women suck me off, but no one does me as good as you.”

She felt herself blushing at his compliment. “You have a beautiful cock,” she said.

“Anyone ever fuck you as good as me?” he smiled up at her.

“No....no one.”

“Who give you your first orgasm?”

“You did, Darnell.”

“Who took your ass cherry?”

“You were the first and the last.”

“No ass fuckin in the past six years?”

“No.”

“Well, when you my woman we take care of that.”

She shook her head, “Darnell, I’m not going to be your woman. A week from today I’ll be flying back to my safe, comfortable, normal life in the states.”

He took from the pocket of his robe a slip of paper and handed it to her. “That’s my private cell phone number. I got your number. You got an answerin machine in the hotel room?”

“Yes. All the players do because they’re always being called to go to meetings and interviews and things.”

“So maybe I call you or maybe you call me?”

“Please, Darnell, let’s let this be our goodbye. Please don’t phone me and don’t expect me to phone you.”

He smiled up at her and closed his eyes again, “Whatever,” he said.

She took a cab back to the hotel and was happy to see that Danny hadn’t arrived before her.

The sex they had that night was better than either of them remembered. In the morning over breakfast he laughed, “If Mexico makes you such a wild woman in bed we got to come down here more often.”

She nodded blushing. Last night in their bed the wild woman had been recalling the afternoon with Darnell. She reached across the table and squeezed his hand, “What is it you always say, ‘bring your A game to the game’.”

He lifted her hand and leaned forward to kiss it, “You sure brought your “A” game last night.”

Danny had a short practice Saturday afternoon and a team meeting until early evening. Ann busied herself by shopping. She had lunch alone at an outdoor cafe and was back in the hotel by four o’clock. She thought about changing into her bikini and going to the pool, but stretched out on the bed instead. She found herself looking at her watch every ten minutes. She got up and poured herself a glass of wine and sat out on the balcony. When the wine was gone, she went inside and fished Darnell’s phone number out of her purse, but shoved it back in before looking at it. Danny would be back in an hour. They planned to have an early dinner at the hotel dining room and go to bed early. The game was scheduled to start at 1:00 o’clock tomorrow. On game days Danny had to be at the field by 10:00.

Although she had taken a shower when she got up, she decided to take another one. In the shower she closed her eyes and started to replay yesterday evening. She’d only gotten as far as Darnell entering her the first time when she orgasmed, violently having to hold on to the grab bar.

Sunday was taken up with the game. She sat in a private box with wives of other players. They were shouting and screaming and high-fiving throughout the game. She joined in, but felt distracted and knew she was pretending to be excited. That the Giants won was no surprise. Danny scored two touchdowns. She expected the celebrations at the hotel would go on and on. She was right. At 2:00 AM she and Danny fell into bed, exhausted. No sex. Not even a kiss goodnight. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. She lay awake almost until dawn. She brought herself to a shuddering orgasm once and was afraid she might wake her husband as she tried to stifle a groan.

On Monday, Danny was scheduled to play golf with some of Mexico City’s important business men and politicians. He suggested she go out on the town with some of the other wives. “I don’t know when I’ll be back,” he said. “After golf there’s a dinner and maybe a club or two.” He smiled at her. “I’ll be good, I promise...I might look, but I won’t touch.”

It appeared she would be spending another long day alone. One of the other wives had asked her to join them in a foursome for tennis. She declined saying she had some shopping to do. Shortly before noon she was lying in the chaise on the balcony, a glass of chardonnay by her side. She was holding a novel. She’d read the same page twice without realizing it. She put it aside and thought of the phone number in her purse. She was just about to look for it when her cell phone rang making her jump. She grabbed for it knocking over her wine glass which shattered on the tile deck.

“How you doin?” Darnell asked.

It was a moment or two before she got control of her voice, “Fine,” there was a pause, “well, maybe not so fine,” she said.

“Yeah? What’s the trouble?”

“No trouble really....it’s just that I’m not sleeping well and....and feel jumpy and stressed.”

“Hey, sorry to hear that.”

“I’ll be ok after we get home Friday night.”

“I expect so.” He waited a moment then continued, “You and your husband good?”

“Yes, we’re good. He’s been so busy with the game on Sunday and going to meetings most days during the rest of the week.”

“He got a meeting tomorrow?”

“He has to go back out to the hospital in the evening. There’s a little boy with terminal cancer who is a big fan of the Giants. Danny promised to bring him an autographed football.”

“That’s fuckin sweet. So he be comin back to the hotel early?”

“Yes, I suppose around eight. Why are you asking?”

“You left in such a hurry last time. We didn’t get to say goodbye. I’m thinkin maybe you stop in and have a farewell drink with me.”

“I thought that’s where you were going with this. I can’t, Darnell. Honestly, I just can’t.”

“Your pussy wet?”

“I don’t know.”

“Touch it.”

“No, please, Darnell, don’t.”

“Touch it,” he said.

She didn’t need to touch it. There was a wet line along the crease in her bikini bottom. “I’m wet,” she said.