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He presses his nose into my panties. Sniffs. Then licks my sex, the throb of my clit, over the thin layer of fabric. I am so relieved I put on a fresh pair of panties before leaving the office. He sucks and licks and nibbles at my clit, then licks my slit over the lace, wetting it with his tongue.
Craig glances up at me. Says, “I can?
?t wait to feel your wet pussy all over my dick. It’s been too long, baby.” He licks over my panties again. His hazy gaze still on mine. “I can’t wait to taste your juices, and hear you moan. You wanna moan for your man, baby…?” He licks again, his eyes remaining locked on mine as his tongue swirls, slyly and sensually, over my panties, soaking them.
I gasp, turning my head, unable to bear looking at him any longer. Seeing his desire for me burning in his eyes is too much. A moan surges out of me, in spite of myself. Reflexively, my hips rock as my pussy responds to his slow, teasing strokes.
Craig pulls my wet panties to the side. Stares at my pussy, studies it. Then runs the tip of his tongue over my lips. The thought that he might possibly be able to taste Charles—or smell him—inside me while tasting me frightens and arouses me.
His tongue, long, soft, wide, and wet, plunges in, completely buried inside, his nose smashed up against my mons. One hand reaches up and pinches my right nipple, while he eases a finger inside my cunt, wriggling it alongside his tongue as if he’s searching for some buried secret.
Ohgod, no! Yes, yes, yes…mmmm…
He licks from the base of my slit, all the way up—slowly, to my clit, curling his tongue. His tongue flutters over every inch of my sex. One finger turns into two fingers, his mouth suctioned over my clit, his tongue swirling over it, stroking it as his fingers probe deeply inside of me.
Oooh, Charles, baby…yes, yes…lick that pussy…
Craig’s fingertips sweep over my cervix, causing me to cry out. Ohgod! How dare he make me feel so good! How dare my body defy what’s going on in my head!
My eyes flutter close, and when they slowly open, they’re unfocused, rolling back.
I blink. Try to zoom in on the sight before me. My husband’s face smeared in my juices, but—God help me—all I can see is Charles.
• • •
“You filthy whore,” my BFF Sonji jeers, biting into a lobster croquette. “You’re still fucking that fine-ass lawyer?”
Sonji and I are out having drinks at the Mojito Lounge in Elizabeth. And I’ve spent the last forty-minutes sharing what’s being going on since the last time I saw her, about three weeks ago. She’s the only person I trust with my secrets. Not only did we attend law school together at Columbia, she and I have been friends for close to twenty years. She was also my maid of honor at my wedding, and is the godmother to my daughters, so we share a very close bond.
“Ssh. Bitch, will you keep quiet,” I hiss back. “And, yes. I’m still seeing him.”
She wags a finger at me, raising a brow and licking crumbs from her lips. “Uh, correction, heifer. You’re fucking him. Seeing him would mean you were dating him. And we both know that’s not happening because you’re married. And, if my memory serves me correctly, so is he, no?”
I roll my eyes. “Seeing, fucking…same difference. And, yes,” I lower my voice, “he’s married.”
“Scandalous.” She shakes her head. “The dick must be good.”
“Girrrl, I can’t lie.” I close my eyes, clutching my chest.
She laughs. “Girl, sounds like that man has you strung out. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
With a dismissive wave of my hand, I say, “Please. I’m having fun. No strings. No stress. Just lots of sex.”
She considers me for a second, then says, “And what about Craig?”
I shrug. “What about him?”
She tilts her head, twisting her lips. “Bitch, don’t sit there and play coy with me. You know what I mean.”
I sigh. “I’m not happy with him. But I don’t think I’m ready to leave my marriage, either.”
She raises a brow. “Well, how long do you expect to keep fucking Mister Good Dick?”
“For as long as I can,” I say sheepishly.
“And when Craig finds out, then what?”
I shake my head, sighing. “I haven’t thought that far out. Right now, I’m simply going with the flow.” I meet her questioning gaze. “And, you mean, if, Craig finds out, which isn’t going to happen because I’m not going to tell him. And I know Charles isn’t about to come knocking on my door with a confession. So that leaves only one other person. You.”
