My Little Secret (15 page)

 

“So did you find them?” I ask Monica about the situation concerning her son.

Apparently, the couple who adopted her son are missing in action, and she was trying to get to the bottom of the situation. They couldn't be found, and that was against the contract agreement they had set up when she left town. Monica never really got into exactly how she came to give up her son and the circumstances behind how he was conceived, but something tells me she got into some shit when she was here, and that was the reason why she rolled out.

I've learned a lot about Monica since I met her at the art exhibition a few days ago. She was originally from Philly, living right in the neighborhood I grew up in. She said she was down here for the art exhibit she sponsored once a year for molested children and to visit some guy she's messing around with who plays for the Eagles, but they never got a chance to hook up.

 

 

I liked her conversation though. She's greedy just like I am, wanting enjoyment from both sexes, but enjoying women more. We agree that I will make a trip down there, and that will be cool, because I'll just have my publicist set me up some signings during my visit.

“You should put me in one of your books. I guarantee my life story would be a bestseller.” She laughs into the phone.

It would be interesting to pick her brain, but do I really want to know that much about her?

“Let me think about it,” I tell her as we continue our conversation. I know that what she would have to say would determine how long my ass stuck around.

“So what's your story? What masks are you hiding behind?” Monica asks me in an inquisitive voice.

I don't know how much I should share with her but figure, how much could I lose? Just dealing with Nevaeh is a story within itself, and I need a damn laugh real fast.

I know Midori was mad about having to leave. I'm not going to lie to you, I miss the way she could just touch me with just her pinky finger and make my body go into convulsions. I was on my way to a nice orgasm too when the phone rang.

That hour went fast, and I didn't think Monica would be calling me right back, but in a way I was glad she did. If Midori was successful in making me cum, I would have been stuck again. That thought doesn't stop me from fingering my pussy while I talk to Monica on the phone.

I abandon my laptop to the coffee table, and I'm trying to forget what Midori did to me, but the slickness between my legs won't let me.

“Jaydah, what are you doing?” Monica asks me for maybe the third time.

I didn't hear her the first two obviously, and decide to play devil's advocate just to see where her head is at.

“My clit is begging for attention,” I respond in a breathy voice while I press it between my thumb and forefinger.

“Is that so? Do you have your panties off?” she asks, sounding like she's trying to get comfortable.

“Yeah,” I say, slipping out of my thong in record time.

“Okay, I want you to follow me and do as I tell you. Take your shirt off if you have one on. I want you completely naked like me.”

Telling her to hold on, I pull my wife-beater over my head, the cool air in my drafty condo covering me like a second skin. I'm so comfortable on the couch that I don't want to move to turn the heat up. Besides, I know that by the time this conversation is over I'll be on fire!

“Hello?” I say into the phone after I make myself comfortable again on the couch.

“Don't get scared now.” Monica laughs into the phone in a sexy sort of way.

I give her a slightly nervous laugh in return, puzzled by why I am so tense. I've done this plenty of times with Midori and Nevaeh, so what's so different now?

“I ain't never scared. Trust and believe. Now let's get this thing started.”

I chance a glance at the clock and see that it was almost eight o'clock. I guess I can miss an episode of
American Idol
for a possible orgasm. I like Monica's style, and I know, if we ever hook up on this level, it will be off the chain. It appears that both of us like to be the dominant one, and I'd like to see how it plays out.

“Put one leg on the back of the couch and one on the floor. Part your lips and stick your finger in your mouth.”

I'm excited already and take my time doing what she said. I close my eyes to pretend that she was right here doing it herself, but to my surprise I don't see Monica when I close my eyes. I see Midori.

“Now part your lower lips and rub your finger across your clit in a steady rhythm. Squeeze it between your fingers and tug on it a little bit,” Monica moans into the phone, turning me the hell on.

My clit piercing feels slick from my juices, and the slight tugging on it had my walls pulsating. I wish for a quick second that we had web cams or some shit, so I can watch it go down.

“Rest the phone between your ear and your shoulder and use your free hand to fondle your nipples. Put one in your mouth.”

All of this was said just above a whisper, and I am losing my damn mind. My entire body tingles, and I break out in a sweat, despite the chilly temperature in my condo. I wish I had brought a toy before I came in here, but I don't want to get up, because it's feeling too good.

“You wanna cum, don't you?” Monica says into the phone seductively.

I think I've lost my voice for a second because, I swear, I can't fix my mouth to talk.

“Yes, I wanna cum.”

“You better not,” she says with force.

That shit just made me even hotter, and I don't know how long I'll be able to hold it.

“Pull your fingers out and taste yourself. Tell me what you taste like.”

This chick is a freak. I might have to get my ass down to Atlanta sooner than I thought.
I close my eyes again, wishing I was with her, but all I see is Midori. I pop my eyes back open, still trying to control my orgasm.

“Tell me what you taste.”

Just as I am getting ready to answer her, my other line clicks. I put my hand back down and pull on my clit ring, trying to ignore it, and I'm getting pissed because it is messing up my flow. My orgasm is so close.

“Don't click over. Cum for me. Tell me when you cum.”

I take a quick look at the screen on my phone and see that it is Nevaeh. She always picks the most inopportune times to want to call or show the hell up. I know that if I don't take the call she'll just keep calling back, but I am willing to chance that. I just want to get this nut out.

“Can I cum now?”

“Yeah, cum with me. Cum with me, Jaydah . . .”

At that moment the phone clicks again, but my entire body is convulsing and I am moaning at the top of my lungs. Usually I am the one controlling this kind of situation, but it feels good and different to be the one controlled. I have a feeling that this situation with Monica is going to work out just fine.

“Feel good?” Monica asks, a slight giggle in her voice.

Shit, I'm winded.
“Yeah, definitely felt good,” I reply while I tried to catch my breath.

My other line clicks once again, and the look on my face changes from bliss to frustration.

“Answer your other line. I'm going to wash my hands and get something to eat. Give me a call later if you're still up.”

“I'll do that. Just answer the phone.”

Instead of clicking over, I hang up the phone completely and do the same thing. Orgasms definitely make you hungry, and I am famished. I take the time to rinse off over the sink really quickly and I put on my nightgown before looking for something to eat.

My phone rings again, and this time I answer it.

 

When I get home I'm still pissed at Jaydah. I can't believe I let her play me like that. What made me go over there anyway? I should have just called my damn husband back to see what he wanted. Maybe that would have deterred me from even thinking about her. Ray's car is in the driveway when I get there, and I hope for his sake he doesn't try to start an argument. The way I'm feeling right now, he'll get cut if he says something sideways out his mouth tonight.

Walking into the house, I'm greeted by rose petals that lead to the kitchen. With the mood I'm in, I'm tempted to shoot right past them and go up the steps, but a part of me wants to make sure he ain't have some other bitch in my kitchen. Men are stupid like that sometimes.

I am pleasantly surprised to find a lobster dinner waiting. He pulled out the candles and everything. I don't smell any Pine-Sol, so I guess he isn't trying to make it obvious he is going to poison me. He smiles at me from his spot at the table, and I frown in return, not in the mood for this shit.

“What's this all about, Ray?” I ask from the kitchen door, not bothering to move any closer.

“It's our wedding anniversary. Did you forget?” he asks, a look of shock on his face.

I look over at the calendar that was on the refrigerator, and sure enough he has our wedding anniversary circled in a red marker. I've been so busy walking straight past breakfast that I never noticed it. At that same moment I notice a gift box on the table and I feel like shit. I'm still hesitant to sit down, and Ray still has a loving smile on his face.

After a few awkward minutes he gets up from his chair and comes to me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. My body sways a little on contact, and I feel horrible because I still have Jaydah on my lips. He doesn't act as if he smells or tastes anything different, so I keep my damn mouth shut and take my seat. He ushers me over to my seat and makes sure I'm pushed close enough to the table comfortably.

“How was your day, honey?” Ray asks after he takes his seat across from me.

“It was cool. A typical day at the office,” I reply, not making eye contact. I feel guilty as hell, but I don't know why. Didn't he cheat on me as well?

“You must have been extra busy. I have been calling you all day.”

“Yeah, it was one of those days,” I say, looking down at my plate. “Umm, do you mind if I shower first? I would like to go and change into something more comfortable.”

“If you go up now, you'll ruin my surprise. We have time for all that. Just enjoy your dinner.”

He places a steamed lobster tail in front of me along with mixed veggies and a small dish of melted butter. I notice that he pulls out the bottle of champagne we got as a gift for our wedding from Mike and Barbara. Knowing Ray, he probably forgot that detail, but I still give him an A for effort. I wait for him to take a few bites of his dinner before I decide it's safe to eat mine.

We chat a little bit, and I find myself laughing at some of the memories we share. I guess us being together hasn't been all bad. At some point during dinner we end up sitting next to each other and feeding each other the remaining lobster tails that were left in the steamer. He licks butter from my fingers, and I taste the champagne from the corner of his mouth, easing him into a kiss. It's been ages since I've felt like this, and in all honesty I didn't think we had any romance left in our relationship.

Still kissing, Ray lifts me up from the chair and carries me upstairs to the room we used to share. I haven't let him back in since I told him to roll out, and for the first time I regret ever making that decision. I have to ask Ray to put me down and run back downstairs to get my pocketbook so I can unlock the bedroom door. A day after I first gave him the boot I went and replaced the doorknob so he wouldn't be able to come in while I was here, or gone for that matter.

When I open the door, there are rose petals everywhere. The Jacuzzi is filled and there is a bottle of champagne resting on ice. When I turn and look at him, he gives me a weak smile.

“I climbed through the window. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I can't say a word. I just let it be what it is.

He walks up to me with the gift box that I totally forgot was on the table. I take a seat on the bed, and he kneels in front of me. For some reason I start sweating, and I feel bad that I forgot all about today and didn't even get him a gift.
I'll have to make it up to him tomorrow.

“Midori, I'm sorry for everything. Do you believe me?”

“Yeah, I believe you.”

He opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet. The underside is engraved with our names and wedding date in script. That just makes me feel worse. After the bracelet is secured on my wrist, he begins to unbutton my shirt and take my clothes off.

“I don't want to see you in anything but your wedding ring and that bracelet.”

I don't have time to protest, and within seconds I'm naked and my husband is carrying me to the Jacuzzi.

He sets me down gently in the tub, and after taking a few seconds to get undressed, he gets in himself. He pulls me on top of him, and when my clit brushes against his erection, my body tenses up. He pulls my face toward his and embraces me, kissing me on my nose then my lips.

I, in the meantime, rub the heat and stickiness from my pussy up and down the length of him, avoiding the head so he can't enter me yet.

He has his hands all over me. It's been a long time since I've felt close to him, and I wonder briefly if, like a few months back, we are thinking about the same person. I wonder if Jaydah would have agreed to a threesome with him. I don't want to share her with anyone, but apparently she already has someone in mind.

I lean back and allow Ray to cater to my breasts, while I rock back and forth on his lap, thinking about the last time Jaydah and I got together before all the bullshit. Barbara's naked ass pops in my head for a split second, and I wonder why Mike ever agreed to share his wife in the first place.

“Midori, what's wrong?” Ray asks me, stopping what he is doing to look me in the face.

“Nothing's wrong. Why you ask me that?” I reply, blushing a little, like he could read my thoughts.

“You just seem kind of distant. Like you're not really into this,” he says, a concerned look on his face.

I feel bad about having to lie, but on the real, I'm ready to get out of the tub and lay in the bed. I can feel his erection going down, and that makes me feel worse.

“Babe, I'm good. I want you to turn me out like you used to.”

That puts a smile on his face, and he jumps right back to attention. His hands and tongue reach places on my body that I didn't even know existed, but I have to say that my mind isn't all the way there. I want shit to go back to the way it used to be when I could still knock Ray off and the very next day be on my way to Virginia Beach with Jaydah on her book tour. I also have to play it safe because after that initial Depo-Provera shot I never went back, and sadly if I do pop up pregnant I'll be at the women's center flushing it down the river.

“Lift up a little bit,” Ray says, already pushing my body up and pulling me back down.

I can't tell my husband to put on a condom, and I'm not sure if he is going to be quick like he normally is, or if he is going to ride the night out, so I can't time it. All I can do is hope the damn shot worked.

I hold on to his shoulders and bounce up and down, pretending like I am bouncing on me and Jaydah's favorite toy. I close my eyes and try to pretend that he is Jaydah, but his dick has a pulse that hers doesn't. He also doesn't have her soft curves and full breasts.

At this point I'm working overtime to get him to cum, but he decides to stand up in the tub and wrap my legs around him so he can step out. I hope like hell that his ass won't slide on this floor or we will both go down, and with him still inside of me that wouldn't be a good thing.

He smashes my body up against the wall and begins drilling me all crazy. He has my breasts bouncing all over the place, and my pussy is making this slurping sound as he moves in and out. He's doing the damn thing to me, and this is the one position Jaydah couldn't put me in. After all, we were both women. The fact that she would prop me up on her kitchen counter and get up on the barstool and do the damn thing to me wasn't lost on me, though. True, there were a few positions, as women, we couldn't conquer, but she did what she did very well.

He took me from the wall to the dresser, knocking all of my shit on the floor so he can make room for my ass. I'm trying to catch his rhythm, but by the time I get it together, he has already grabbed a hold of me and busted off inside me for the first of a few times that night.

At one point he has me hanging off the bed practically upside down, and I know that in this position his sperm has a good chance of traveling upward and impregnating me, so I pray to God once again that Depo shot works.

He won't stay off of me. Even after we're settled on the bed and I decide to let him stay in the room with me, he won't go to sleep. Every time I doze off, he's right back in me.

Shit, by the morning I'm sore as hell, and he's still trying to get it. Is this what I have to look forward to?

Something is telling me that he's trying to make sure, if nothing else, that I am pregnant, but I don't feed much into it. Once I get to work I'll be getting me another shot, and I make a mental note to see about one of those morning-after pills as well. He isn't going to catch me ass out like that. If I want to roll, I don't need a child making me have to stay.