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Brenda blinked. “Excuse me? How the hell are you resenting me, huh, Roselle?”
“Baby, don’t you see, every time I cheat on you, I do it because I can. The moment you were down to creep with me when I was with Trinity, you made it okay.”
Brenda frowned. “Well, it’s not. And it hasn’t been.”
“Can you tell me, Mrs. Woods,” Dr. Dangerfield asked, “what made it okay for your husband to cheat on his ex with you?”
Brenda’s mouth parted, but then she closed it. What was she to say to that?
“Because I’m his wife,” she finally stated. “She wasn’t.”
Oh, okay. Dr. Dangerfield took in her words. “So infidelity is acceptable as long as the persons involved aren’t married. So had he been married to his ex, would that have changed anything? Would it have stopped you from being with him?”
“Um no—I mean, yes.” Brenda shook her head. “I don’t know. I wanted him.”
“And now you have him,” Dr. Dangerfield stated, “with all of his mess.”
Brenda swallowed. “But he’s my mess.”
Dr. Dangerfield offered her a smile. “That he is.”
Brenda tilted her head, giving Dr. Dangerfield a smug look that said, “Ooh, you tried it, boo.” But then she remembered the session with Dr. Dangerfield on enabling, and she sighed, glancing over at her husband. “You’re right, Roselle. I should have left you the first time you’d cheated on me. And the second and third, and fourth, and twentieth time you stuck your dick in another woman. But I didn’t. And I probably never will. You wanna know why, Roselle?” Brenda felt herself becoming emotional. “Because I refuse to give up on you—on us. I refuse to break up our home and have our children not having both their parents with them, under the same roof.” Like my sisters and me.
Roselle lifted Brenda’s hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Baby, that’s all I needed to hear. And I promise you this: I’m ready to step up and be the man you need me to be. I’m ready to invest more of myself into our marriage”—he glanced over at Dr. Dangerfield and then back at Brenda—“and to be more committed to you.”
Dr. Dangerfield dragged her tongue over the front of her teeth. She didn’t believe him. Not one word, not one damn bit. No cheater just stopped cheating or changed his behavior—just like that. No, this sneaky bastard was up to something. Dr. Dangerfield was sure of it. But she wasn’t going to push. Today.
Mmph. I wonder what his wife would say if she knew he’d already fucked two other women since being here on the island, Dr. Dangerfield thought as she wrote in her notes. “So what happens next?” she asked the couple.
Brenda hesitated, raking her hand through her hair. “I honestly don’t know.” Biting her lip, she looked over at Roselle. “Are you asking for a divorce?”
Roselle drew in a breath, and his chest expanded. Where in the hell did she get that notion? Hell, sometimes she got on his last fucking nerve with her bullshit. But he loved her. And since being here on the island, he realized no other woman would ever put up with his shit the way Brenda had.
“Nah, baby. I don’t want a divorce,” Roselle said as a bell dinged, alerting them that their time was up. “I think we should try an open marriage.”
Forty-Six
Instead of having his thoughts on his wife’s whereabouts, Kendall had spent the early part of his morning on his phone, emailing back and forth with Persia, while Krista was “out for a walk.” It had been his first real opportunity to log into his emails in almost a week. So he’d eagerly gone through his work and personal email accounts first, before logging
into his private AOL account. He had eight new emails, but there was only one that he’d been most interested in.
The one from PassionPainPleasure.
Persia had sent him an email, along with an attachment, several days ago, of her sucking her fiancé’s long, thick dick, telling Kendall how much she wished she could wedge her tongue in the crack of his ass, and then tongue him good.
Kendall couldn’t think of dude’s name, but he was one lucky bastard, he thought, to have a freaky woman like Persia in his life. Like him, Persia only cheated because her man wasn’t open to some of the things she liked doing sexually.
The corners of his mouth quirked in a half-smile as Kendall replayed the email message in his head: MY WET MOUTH, SO HUNGRY FOR A SWEET NUT, the email message had said, followed by a smiley face. ENJOY! THIS MOUTH WILL BE WAITING WHEN YOU GET BACK!
Kendall’s dick had instantly gotten brick-hard from reading the email and then opening the attachment and watching Persia’s luscious lips glide up and down over her lover’s long dick, making it disappear deep into her mouth. Balls deep, nose pressed into his groin, Persia had damn near sucked the cartilage out of her fiancé’s dick and the promise of giving Kendall that same mouth work had him pulling out his own dick and then taking a picture of it from his cell and sending it to her, before jerking out a thick, hot nut.
His orgasm had come fast and he exploded all over himself, his body shaking as the climax ripped through him. It had been a good nut.
Yet, that had been almost an hour ago, and Kendall’s dick was still hard.
He was still horny.
