If Your Wife Only Knew (17 page)

She appreciated how good Eddison's warm hands felt on her back, but when he started lowering his hands toward her butt, she stopped him. He was sensual and fine, but she was too distracted to enjoy his attention.

“Thanks, Eddy. But that's enough. I feel a little better.”

“You sure? I can give you a full-body massage.”

“Yeah, right. What good will that do?”

“Are you serious? What has my man been doing all this time? You've been living beneath your privileges.”

“You're funny. I'm fine. I just want to figure out my life, that's all.”

“Have you talked to him about how you feel?”

“How many times . . . I sense that he's holding back. And I want to know why, yet I don't want to know why.”

“Because you'd—”

“I'd be devastated. Just about everyone knows us as a model couple. How can I face them if they know we're not?”

“Truthfully, all married people are probably going through their own problems.”

“Did you have them with Nina?”

“They weren't big enough to cause a breakup. But when I lost her, it made me learn that life isn't guaranteed. You have to live every day like it's your last.”

“Well, I certainly hope that's not what Rashad is doing.”

Eddison smiled. “It could be a temporary crisis.”

“Yeah, right.”

“So, Kiara, do you feel that your husband is messing around with the secretary?”

“She's not a secretary. But her title could be marketing assistant to Jesus Christ and his twelve disciples. It doesn't matter. Rashad is slinging his dick in another woman.”

She would die of embarrassment if Eddison knew about Alexis too, so she decided not to tell him about her.

“You have no solid proof. But you feel something's just not right.”

“Exactly. In fact, she's already paid him for the work so he should be done. I deposited the check myself. And she gave him a check with an Alabama address.”

“He accepts out-of-state checks?”

“That's what I'm talking about. So if he's finished and is still visiting her, that means he's over there because he wants to be there.”

“Maybe he's tying up some loose ends. Oops, sorry.”

“Oh, Eddison!”

He wanted to comfort her so badly, so he silently took her hand. He played with her fingers. He toyed with her hair. She smacked at his hand so he'd stop. Eddison picked up her legs and swung them onto his lap. He grabbed a bottle of lotion off the coffee table and dabbed some into the palm of his hand and started to gently massage her.

“That feels good,” she murmured. She closed her eyes.

Eddy started caressing the base of her feet, then he rubbed her ankles, then stroked her thighs.

“Oh, my goodness,” she gasped, wondering if her vivid dream was about to come true. She held her breath and was glad she'd worn a fresh new pair of bikini underwear.

Eddison stared at Kiara with a tenderness that said he adored her. He moved his fingers up her thighs to her groin. He started rubbing her and her eyes rolled around.

“Eddison.”

“Yes, Kiara.”

“That's my spot. That feels really good.”

His fingers were strong and she felt herself getting weak and wet. Soon his lips were on her hair. He kissed her forehead and she couldn't believe how loving that felt. This was it. She wanted this. She deserved it. It had been so long since she'd really felt loved. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

“Kiara, I've been waiting to have you for a long time.”

Their lips came together in a sensuous kiss. She was amazed at how hot she was getting. He scooped Kiara in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He carefully laid her down like she was precious and valuable. She loved the way he stared into her eyes and the sexy thing he did when he licked his lips.

“Kiara, do you want me?”

She hesitated, then nodded. He removed his shirt and she helped him. She almost lost it when she saw the long shape in the front of his briefs. She reached out and squeezed him. He moaned. He stood in front of her and undid her bra. His hands were hot like flaming coals. He bent over and sucked on her erect nipples. She nodded and laughed and moaned and enjoyed how loving he felt. She kissed his hair and inhaled the good smell of his locs.

They were so into each other. She licked his ears and sucked on them. He told her to get on her knees and she did. Once he rolled on a condom, Eddison was like a field slave that got set free. This is what he had wanted for so long. He kissed her on her ass as she bent over. He entered her from behind and she heard him pump and grunt his pleasure. Kiara loved how it felt to feel his thrusts. She felt one with Eddison. And when he hit it from the back one final time and climaxed, she felt exhausted but satisfied.

“Let's go one more round.”

“You making up for lost time, huh?” she gasped.

He got up and tossed the condom in the trash can. And when he returned, she ordered him to lie on the floor on his back.

He obeyed and waited on this gorgeous woman. She straddled his body, held his penis in her hands and took him in her mouth. She sucked him till he became rock hard. Then she eased herself on top of his shaft and rode him. The line between pleasure and pain was so thin, but she felt so good, she just kept on going. She flipped him so that he was on top. Eddison kept pounding her over and over. He groaned and arched his neck. She moaned with him and loved how he felt inside of her. After they both exploded with an orgasm and they were lying on the bed spent, a thought popped into her mind.

Kiara tensed up. “Uh, did you use a condom?”

“Oh, shit. No. I didn't.”

“Dammit.”

Kiara shoved Eddison off of her and covered herself with a blanket. “I can't believe it. What the hell was I thinking?”

“You weren't thinking about Rashad, and for good reason. But don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen. That was beautiful. Didn't you enjoy it?”

“Yes, of course, Eddy.”

He uncovered Kiara's body and slowly started to kiss her neck. He jumped on top of Kiara and kissed her all over her body.

“What are we doing?” Kiara whispered.

“I don't know what you're doing, but I'm having a good time. I've wanted you for so long.”

He stopped kissing her and stared into her eyes. “I love you inside and out.”

What he said sounded so ridiculous yet made Kiara feel so good, she started laughing.

 

It was almost five o'clock. Kiara had gotten dressed and so had Eddison. Now she was pacing back and forth in his bedroom. “I need to talk to Rashad. I gotta hear from him. Soon.”

“Why would he even care? He's screwing everything that moves.”

“It doesn't matter, Eddison. I'm not trying to make things worse. I just want to touch base. I hate to leave you like this. But I'll hit you up when I can.”

She wanted to get home and take a quick shower. She got in her car and called Rashad. He didn't answer. She left him a voice mail.

“Hey, bae. What you doing? I haven't heard from you all day. I—um, call me.” She wanted to say more but didn't. It was her day to pick up Myles from the after-school day care. She made a U-turn and drove to the school and collected her son and rushed home. When she saw her husband's car in the driveway, but not his work van, she felt a little better.

Once she got Myles settled, the first thing she did was hop in the shower. She squirted lots of liquid soap on her body and scrubbed herself from head to toe.

“I can't believe I did that. Doing dumb stuff like cheating isn't even in my DNA.”

She got dressed and couldn't help but notice the new clothes from Nordstrom hanging in her closet. She stared at them and felt sick to her stomach.

Rashad walked through the door earlier than she expected.

She greeted him with a hug but failed to look him in the eyes. He avoided eye contact with her as well.

“Hey,” she said, “how was your day?”

“Busy man. Working hard.”

“Um, have you ever taken Nicole to lunch?”

“Yes, but only as a client; nothing more.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure. Why?”

If what he said was true, did she actually have revenge sex with Eddison? Did she really have it in her to stoop that low?

“Never mind.”

She was dressed in a negligee. A red one that she knew Rashad loved. On the drive back to her house, she had come up with a plan. Her plan was to seduce Rashad, but now she felt unsure. Using sex as a tool for any reason was a dangerous game.

“Hey, sexy. You look hot,” he said.

“I do?”

“And you look exhausted. You had a hard day?”

“Uh, yeah. It was . . . very hard,” she told him.

“What you got to eat in there?”

“What?”

“Are you all right? I asked what is there to eat.”

“Rashad, trust me. I didn't have time to cook. I ate some leftovers.”

“No biggie.”

Rashad headed toward their room and she was right behind him.

“What are you about to do, Rashad?”

He looked at Kiara like she was insane. “What do I always do? I'm about to hit the shower.”

“Good. I'll join you.”

“That's cool.”

“You know it's been a while. Too long,” she said and felt like her dinner was about to rise up her throat and explode from her mouth.

He accepted her embrace, then peeled off his clothes and dumped them on the floor by the bed. While he was in the shower, she quietly found his pants and felt around in both pockets. She reached in one pocket and pulled out a single condom still in the wrapper.

Well, at least he's smart enough to use protection
, she thought.

Kiara got undressed and slipped into the shower behind her husband. Water had already splattered on his back. She couldn't see any scratches, nothing. But it didn't matter. She grabbed Rashad's waist from behind and pressed her lips against him.

Inside she was trembling. Having sex with two men in one day wasn't part of her character. Yet Kiara felt that his cheating could not completely justify her having unprotected sex.

She made her way down the back of his legs, kissing his skin and not feeling aroused while she did it. When she worked long enough to hear him moaning and groaning, she still wasn't satisfied until she moved to his front.

He pushed her head toward his dick.

She said, “No way!”

“Why not?”

“I want you in me right now.” But what she wanted to say was,
Two BJs in one day is a bit much.

She gulped, grabbed his penis and tried to insert him inside of her.

“Kiara, hold up, I ain't trying to—”

“Shhh,” she said and silenced him. “I'm not ovulating,” she assured him. “I just really want to feel you inside me.”

“You sure?”

“I'm a hundred percent sure, babe.” She grabbed his plump dick and almost broke her hand trying to jam it into her.

He was hard enough for them to feel friction. Rashad moaned and pumped. She still felt raw from when Eddison ravished her. But Kiara stayed silent and rocked with her husband. Standing up and moving together like a ship rocking against the waves of an angry, savage ocean. Rashad pushed her back against the shower wall and lifted her leg.

“Please, please, please,” Kiara gasped each time he rammed into her.

“I'm trying.”

“Try harder,” she said and started silently weeping. The water drops from the shower splattered across Kiara's face. Rashad never noticed all the tears sliding down her face as he smashed hard inside her over and over.

“Try harder.”

T
he day following her sexual indiscretion, Kiara woke up very early. It was hard to think clearly but she managed to grab her cell phone and sneak out of the bedroom. Rashad was spread out. She heard him snoring. Good. She ran upstairs to the guest bedroom and closed the door.

The room was dark. And it was pitch black outside. She powered up her cell phone, which had been turned off all night.

Four new texts loaded up. And she had two voice mail messages.

All of the messages were from Eddison.

Kiara glanced at each message:

Then,

Then,

The fact that he sent four texts between nine o'clock and two in the morning made her nervous.

Even though it was five in the morning, Kiara decided to call. She would use the home phone line and dial star sixty-seven. She tiptoed to the media room down the hall and picked up the cordless phone. Then she called Eddison.

“Pick up, pick up,” she prayed.

“Hello?”

“It's me. I'm calling from the home phone. I wanted to see if you'd answer. And now I will call you from my cell anonymously. I wouldn't want him to listen in on the home phone.”

“All right,” Eddison said and hung up.

It was completely quiet, but Kiara's heart beat so loud she wondered if Myles could hear her. His room was right next door.

“I gotta get it together for my baby,” she said out loud.

Kiara was so distracted she absentmindedly called Eddison again from the home phone even though she was holding her cell in her hand. She put the phone to her ear and Eddison answered quickly.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

Suddenly the cordless phone she was holding got violently snatched from her hand.

Rashad stood before her in his boxers.

“What are you doing, Kiara?” he said in a loud voice. He turned on the overhead light. He looked at the cordless phone then at her.

“I-I was—”

“Hello?” he said into the phone. No one answered.

There was a dial tone.

“Rashad, I'm sorry, I-I—”

“You're full of shit. I know what you were doing.”

He pressed the redial button, but the call went directly into voice mail. There was no greeting that identified the owner.

“You trying to call someone that you think I'm messing around with, right?”

Kiara blinked. Then she nodded. She had to think fast. “Are you messing around?” she asked.

“You need to quit. I ain't done nothing.”

“I'm sorry.”

“This is getting out of hand. You either listening in if I accidentally dial you or you making me drive to folks' house that you don't even know, or doing other stupid shit. This has to stop.” He shook his head. “But I can't totally blame you. That wouldn't be dope.”

She stared breathlessly at her husband.

He balled his hand into a fist and punched the wall.

“Kiara, I'm going through some things. Things that make me act crazy. I think I need help. But so do you. Maybe I'm driving you to act this way. You can't turn into a monster like I have.”

She stared at Rashad and slowly nodded.
Monster.

Kiara decided to act normal right after that episode. She made Myles get up for school. She put on a dress and some pumps and grabbed her attaché case and floral lunch bag, even though it was empty.

“I'm going to work now.” Kiara drove to a nearby gas station. She pulled alongside a pay phone and grabbed two quarters.

She got out of the car and dialed Eddison. He did not pick up.

She texted him.

Then she called him again, and this time he answered.

“Oh, Eddison. I want to see you. Can I come by your place again?”

“Come on, sweetie.”

“And please delete that text. I will delete mine.”

The second Eddison opened his front door, she fell into his arms. They held each other for the longest time. He took Kiara by the hand and invited her to get in his bed. He fluffed the pillows for her and handed her one of his silk robes. He went and made her a cup of hot tea and brought it to her.

“Thanks.” She looked calmer. Her thoughts were now collected. She'd gotten undressed and slipped on his robe and was comfortably settled under the covers.

“I called in today.”

“I don't blame you,” he said sympathetically.

“It's not what you think. I'm fine.”

Eddison wanted to comfort Kiara. He wanted to protect her and let her know everything would work out for her. But as much as he cared about her, he realized that she really wasn't his, not like he wished she could be.

“I am here to support you in any way that I can. You may stay as long as you like. My home is your home.”

His words soothed her tremendously. She heard him go in his bathroom and turn on the running water. She heard the sounds of his electric shaver. She closed her eyes and visualized a better life with a better man. She knew she wasn't there yet. But in Kiara's mind, she was well on her way.