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"Yeah, Mario. Deal."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later bro."

I felt badly for chewing him out the way I did. He was my best friend and had been for years. All he was trying to do was help me beat my misery and I kicked him down. It was so hard for me to fathom doing anything aside from remaining true to my marriage, to my wife, regardless of how shitty it was. Mario was so hell bent on me getting over Starla, understandably, seeing that he was tired of me moping around like I had lost my best friend. But, he was not looking at the fact that I needed time to heal. In hindsight, that’s exactly what had happened. I had lost my best friend. My wife was supposed to be the one friend who had my back, through thick and thin, for the rest of our lives.

The vows we recited at that highly expensive, star-studded wedding she had to have started to feel like they were simply mere words and not promises. No longer oaths we had made to each other. My IPhone buzzed, vibrating the bed again, lighting up to show me the text message from Mario. I gawked at it until the screen filled with darkness and went to sleep. I did not feel compelled to open it at that point. Especially not since I caught a glimpse of the time before it shut off. It was 10:45pm. The night was growing older and she had yet to step her ass through that door. She was indeed testing my patience, unaware that it was slowly dwindling to becoming nonexistent.

Starla

My eyes shot over to the basic digital clock on the simple looking wooden nightstand. It sat next to the full sized motel bed, adorned with an old school floral print spread with matching pillows. The red numbers read 11pm. It was the longest I had ever stayed out with Brian, but he insisted. He thought it best that I stopped living my life around making sure Chino was not mad at me. If I didn’t care about him, it shouldn’t have mattered. He was right. I needed to stop living my life as a married woman, if I was determined not to be one anymore.

He said he was tired of me going home to another man anyway, even though I had never actually been home with him. My eyes focused on the drab icky off white color of the room walls. They looked like they had seen better days. One by one, I rolled my socks off. The 19” TV sitting on top of the long tattered wooden chest, displayed the very outdated complimentary porn that Brian had so conveniently popped on. I looked at myself in the large square mirror on the wall behind the TV, as I slowly peeled off my clothes feeling a bit uncomfortable. My jeans dropped to the floor.

“What you puttin’ on a strip tease for us, girl? Drop them motherfuckin’ clothes and get your ass over here in this bed.” Brian took another hit of his odd smelling self-rolled cigarette.

“I’m coming. Give me a minute.” The inflection in my voice reeked of fear.

He laughed as he passed his funny smelling cigarette to the girl chuckling next to him. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than me, which kind of pissed me off. I couldn’t help to wonder why I was not enough to feed his pleasure. He had brought her with us a few times before but she only sat in the dark far off corner, watching our lustful act. He said he was fulfilling a fantasy she had, to watch a couple fuck in front of her. Something told me it was bullshit then, now I know it was. The rancid smoke crammed the air. He had never smoked those cigarettes before while we were here. It was shocking to me that he even smoked at all.

The level of comfort in the room was nonexistent, but for some reason I could not bring myself to verbalize “no” to him. As long as my flesh didn’t have to bump uglies with that bitch, I was good. All I had to do was out last that bitch and once she was exhausted, I could prove to him that he did not need anyone else in his bed but me. I was working on some long term shit with him and she was just a part time lay. She was not about to take the spot I had worked so hard to keep. She was sitting there with her bob cut dark hair; her overly made up face and super perky double D tits pressed against my fucking man. She was as dark skinned as he was, which was odd. As he cuffed her tiny waist with his bear hands, the thought of our first real conversation together scrolled across my mind. When we first started fucking, he told me he was not attracted to women that dark.

“Com’ on girl. You need to quit procrastinating and get your ass in this bed before we start without you.” She whisked the blanket off their exposed naked bodies, revealing her hand hard at work on his long erect piece.

“I’m coming.” My attitude was prevalent, as I quickly tossed my bra on the floor letting my tits poke out freely.

“She ain’t trying to get this shit, baby girl. She’s playing games,” He told her, as he kissed her forehead sweetly shooting me a sly look.

“I do want it.” My eyes spun in disgust.

I crawled my naked ass in the bed on all fours, heading over to swallow his dick before she tried to. She clutched it in her hand, waiting for me to place my mouth over it. I batted her hand from it, scowling her up and down. The jumbled look on her face told me that she got my drift. I was a grown woman who did not need some young bitch holding my bottle for me. At that moment, I realized that I didn’t even know the slut’s name, let alone her age but she looked as if she could not be more than 18 or 19 years old. Some young whore he picked up off the streets, waving her ass to him on a bus stop probably. Yeah, she was a bitch who was looking for her next sugar daddy to take care of her. Or, at the very least, have her ride around in his big black Cadillac Escalade. Whores like her were suckers for trucks like that, with shiny silver rims and banging sounds in the back.

Brian howled in between puffs of his cigarette, as my air passage became cluttered with the smoke he blew in my face. “Suck this dick bitch.”

“Daddy, I can’t breathe every time you blow that shit in my face.” My coughing was evident of that, as I rose from his dick allowing it to thump on his stomach.

“You need to quit playing with yourself and gon’ hit this shit.” He handed me the small white thinly rolled joint.

“I told you I don’t smoke and you said you wouldn't smoke that shit around me anymore.”

“You need to start. Fuck you being good for? You ain’t trying to be the suburban housewife anymore. This the fucking hood bitch. This Englewood. Look around. We ain’t exactly at Cesar’s Palace or some shit.” His knowledge of fancy things was disturbing. If it did not exist in some rap video or ratchet TV show, he basically did not know it existed.

“Um, that’s cute. But, I still don’t smoke.” My hands waved the smoke auspiciously from my face, before sitting backwards on my feet.

“Com’ here bitch and let me suck on those titties. I bet you forget all about that smoke in your face.” The girl said as she inclined towards me, with her munching mouth wide open and her eyes closed shut. She was ignorant of my hand that her cheek met instead.

“Ewe! Don’t get caught slippin’. I don’t fuck bitches honey. And, who the fuck are you anyway?”

“The fucks you mean you don’t fuck bitches? I told you Trina was coming to fuck us tonight and show us a good time.” Brian rolled up, perched on his knees, with an angry expression written on his face.

“No, you said she was coming to fuck you. Not me.”

I remained still, as he gradually moved in closer grabbing me strongly by the neck. It was the first time I had ever actually been scared to be in his presence. I did not know if it was the smelly drug he had laced his cigarette with that was building his adrenaline up. Or, if he had genuinely hid his doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde façade without me noticing. Whatever it was, it had me shook. His eyes were like black holes, as he gawked down at me while I cowered on the bed like a scared helpless puppy. My legs kicked frantically as my hands clenched his wrists begging for a reprieve. The frantic coughing emitting from my mouth seemed to only excite him more. I could feel his dick grow gradually. Minutes later, he released his grasp on my neck. My throat was itchy as air reentered my airway, thankfully it wasn’t worse than that. I ducked, as he waved his arm quickly to take another drag of his cigarette.

“I don’t give a fuck if I said she was fucking the devil on a silver platter. I said get over here and fuck her before you regret the day you defied me.” Brian’s lips puckered, blowing more smoke in my face.

Defied him? He was taking our relationship to a whole new level. It was a level I had no idea we were on. I really liked him, even had strong feelings for this man. Though, in the back of my mind, I’ve always thought that something about him was off. I had to admit. One moment he would be talking about being together and never letting another man touch me. And, the next he was talking about my regrets if I defied him. Shock fell over me like a dark cloud and all I could do was ball up into the tightest ball I could muster.

I did not know what to do, confused about the whole situation. Scared out of my mind, I turned over from the fetal position that I was in and stretched out on my back as my breasts rode my chest, nipples hardened perfectly sticking up into the air. If I didn’t comply, he would unquestionably make my life a living hell.

“Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” Brian bounced on his ass, leaning against the headboard as he rolled another one of his wicked sticks.

“Hell yeah! Now it’s a damn party.” Trina sprung her naked body on the bed, leaning over to get her fill with her mouth of my tits.

“Just do what he says and you will be straight. Nod if you can hear me baby.” Trina brought her lips to my ear licking momentarily before whispering.

I nodded twice as a sickening feeling overcame me. Annoyance shined on my face, as her wet entrance surrounded my tits one right after the other. My eyes closed, praying it would be over in a heartbeat, feeling horrid, grimy and revolting all at the same damn time. Brian propped over into my face blowing a thick cloud of smoke in my face again. It was even heavier than the ones before. I tried like hell to close my nasal and oral vessels so none of that shit got in. My thoughts wandered. It seemed the more tingling my body felt from her sucking on my nipples the more I inhaled deep breaths of the anomalous smell.

“What’s in that thing anyway?” I asked feeling a euphoric high that I had never experienced before. My pussy throbbed a hundred miles a minute especially with Trina’s finger flicking my clit.

“Cocaine and Tobacco.” Brian laughed. "It's called a primo, bitch."

“Oh, ok.” I paused, before coming back into reality. “Wait! What?”

Brian and Trina halted their actions, laughing simultaneously as I had been let in on the big joke. It sure as hell was not funny to me. Trina did not seem to care about the concerned look on my face. She conveniently affixed herself in between my legs laying her head on my inner right thigh, sticking her tongue out twiddling my clit with it. I could not even process the information thrown at me before lust took over.

Along with her soggy mouth covering my entire pussy, Brian reached over flicking my nipples playfully. My mouth agape, Brian continued to blow that foggy mess into my face. The smoke suffocated my lungs in a way I could never imagine and I had no way of telling them. Not that they would probably care anyway. My lips were numb and my fingertips followed.

Trina was sucking and licking the very life out of me concurrently, while my body convulsed like I was having a seizure. Her tongue was like some sort of magic wizard, like it had the power to make me queen of the universe. The feeling shooting through my body was nothing short of mind-blowing. She could have contorted my body into some odd shape and it wouldn’t have fazed me one bit.

My mind was on cloud nine my body cloud one hundred. She fingered me as she sucked. Her fingers got so deep I thought Brian with his massive sized dick was fucking me. I had cum five times already and now I was working on number six. She had to have been trying to reach some kind of world record with the most times she could make me cum. Either that or her tongue was related to the Energizer bunny.

I had cum so hard, not even a man had taken me to this place. It was a place of total bliss and solitude. One where my mind was clear and free to think, believing that all things could be made possible. Brian mounted my neck, sticking his dick in my mouth fucking it roughly. The rest of me was stuck in a paralyzing sex daze while he continued to blow smoke into my nostrils. My being was on a one-way trip to heaven. I wanted to suck the skin off his chocolate brown dick, like it was a tasty sweet Sugar Daddies candy stick. He rammed it to the back of my throat making me choke a bit. All I wanted to do was laugh every time I felt vomit rise to the back of it.

But, it was happening and I had no way to stop it. Trina pulled back the hood of my clit. She friskily flicked her tongue around on the inner knob while sucking it in the process. Her mouth was a pro at multitasking that way. My legs shook like a worldwide earthquake as I grabbed my nipples pinching them for added pleasure. I released an ugly torrent of moans, ones that could only be understood by the most professional of porn stars. Though they were slightly muffled by Brian’s dick penetrating my lips. My body tightened and seized, as I squeezed my tits to brace myself for the liquid that was about to explode from my clit.

“Argh. Shit,” I screamed. “Don’t move bitch. Don’t move, right there.”

I forced Brian out of my mouth and gripped the back of Trina’s head gripping her hair tightly. My legs were cocked and locked in the air with me using my arms as weights to hold them there. The weight acquired the strength of ten men, as I fucked her mouth back. She bobbed her head continuing to slurp my giving pussy, thirsty for more. She moaned loudly herself, enjoying the feeding that I was supplying her. I had much more coming for her as I squinted my eyes, locked my mouth in sex face, and held on tight to her hair for the ride.

I busted in her mouth like a robber through a jewelry store window, exploding all of my shit into it pumping the entire time. Once I calmed, she seized that moment to get up before I started again. She knew I would not be able to stop hankering for the immense lashing she was giving. She looked up smiling happily into my eyes after a job well done, before moving like a lioness up my body. Her tongue released from her opening like the serpent that it was, hovering in for the kill on my large dark nipples.