Married To His Lies
Im sorry, baby, Kenny said, kissing my forehead. I promise itll be just the two of us next weekend.
Youve been saying that for the last month, I said annoyed.
What am I suppose to do, Shontay?
Stepping back, I put some distance between the two of us. Why dont you try telling Alicia that weve had Kiya for the last four weekends, and this weekend, wed like to spend some time alone?
Frowning, Kenny rubbed his hand back and forth across the stubble on his face. Alicia is trying to get her cosmetology license, he said. She works through the week, so that only leaves the weekends for her to go to classes.
I couldnt believe my ears. Not only was he canceling our plans for another Saturday alone, but he also wanted me to support his ghetto-tramp babys mama in her educational endeavors. I had put my own education on hold to support him and our marriage, and not once did I get a thank you. Now he had the audacity to support Alicias trifling ass.
Maybe she should have thought about that before she decided to lay up with someone elses man, I snapped. Besides, I thought you told me Kiya was going to be with her grandmother this weekend.
She was, but Alicias mom decided to go to Tunica, he said.
She didnt tell Alicia until this morning.
Rolling my eyes, I threw my hands up in frustration. I was defeated, and arguing about the subject wasnt going to change a thing. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I exhaled. Ill think of something for the three of us to do together, I said.
Thanks, baby, he said smiling.
***
Scanning over the selection of paperback and hardcover books, I searched for something to take home and read. I was spending a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Barnes and Nobles alone. After thirty minutes with Kenny and Kiya, I decided I needed a break. I pulled out a paperback titled G-Spot by Noire, and began to read the back cover.
Thats a hot piece, I heard someone say.
I looked up and found myself staring into a pair of gray cat-like eyes. The eyes complimented thick eyebrows and a pair of succu¬lent-full lips. The man they belonged to had smooth, flawless skin, the color of pecans. I nonchalantly lowered my eyes, and glanced over his wide built frame. Even in the dirt-covered overalls he was wearing, I could tell he had large biceps and an athletic physique. He was wearing a dingy black bandana that hid his hair, and ce¬ment covered leather steel toe boots. Sexy, even covered in dirt, I thought. I redirected my attention back to his eyes, and asked, Excuse me?
He smiled, revealing a set of straight white teeth. G-Spot, he said. His voice was deep and sexy. He had the type of voice that was perfect for phone sex. Its a hot piece, he said. His thick tongue rolled along the edge of his bottom lip, causing heat to surge through the seat of my panties.
I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, and asked, Youve read it?
His eyes traveled from my face down to my low cut tank top, then back up again. Yes, he said, its one of my favorites.
Thanks. I said, giving him a small smile. As I turned around to walk away, I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass through my denim Capri pants.3 Mz. Robinson
So, youre just going to take my suggestion and run? he asked.
I turned around slowly, and my eyes locked with his. There was something so sexual about the way he looked at me. For a brief second I could have sworn I saw Lets fuck, spelled out in his corneas.
You could at least tell me your name, he said seductively.
Trying to control the flutters in my stomach, and keep my hardened nipples from poking a hole in my shirt, I crossed my arms across my breasts.
Thanks again, I said, instead of telling him my name. Have a nice day.
I quickly walked up the aisle to the checkout. I was practically running to get away from him, not because I thought he was a psycho or a rapist. But because, in less than five minutes, he had accomplished what my husband hadnt been able to do in weeks; he managed to make my pussy wet.
After making my purchase, I sat in my car watching the front doors of the store. After five minutes, he walked out carrying a large bag. He walked with his head held high, and this air of confidence. The brother was fine. Im talking fine with a capital F, as in fuck me fine. I stalked him until he climbed into a white Ford F150 with SB Building & Construction painted in bright red letters on the door, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot.
I reclined the drivers seat of my Honda Accord and unbut-toned the top of my pants. The dark tint on my windows prevented anyone from seeing inside. That was a good thing, because I sat there in broad daylight with my AC blowing and my fingers inside my panties, stroking my throbbing clit. I closed my eyes, and a vivid picture of the stranger filled my head. I massaged and played with my clit until I came. The entire time I had been daydreaming that he was down on his knees with his face in between my legs.
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