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TWENTY-EIGHT
It is after two A.M. when I slyly slip out of bed, careful not to wake up Jasper. We finished our nightly fuck session almost two hours ago, and I’m still restless. Jasper collapsed over on the side of his bed and passed out sweaty shortly after he busted his third round up in me. I can hear his heavy breathing and light snoring, letting me know he’s in a deep sleep—one I fucked him into. One I should be in as well. But I am not. Instead, I have been lying in bed staring up into the darkness. I steal one last peek at Jasper as I ease out of the bedroom and saunter into the spare bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind me.
My laptop is sitting over on the cherry wood desk in sleep mode, but quickly comes to life with the touch of the mouse. I sit at the desk, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. It’s been almost three weeks since I’ve shut down my Nastyfreaks4u page and close to two weeks since I’ve logged onto my AOL account to check my emails.
Girl, what the fuck is wrong with you? You have a fine-ass man who fucked you down lovely lying up in the other room and your trifling ass is in here on creep mode. Not to mention all the drama that nut brought you. That nigga almost turned your whole world upside down. Being the hardheaded ho that I am, I ignore my inner voice, and sign onto AOL. I wait for the screen to open. The voice alerts me I have new messages.
I open the first email. Hello. Nice ad. Professional, happily involved white man here. 36, 5’10”, 178 lbs, lean, toned body. Nice cock for your hot mouth and throat. Would love to meet. Looking for someone who is into swallowing my cock juice. I’d like to see you on your knees looking into my eyes as you feel my cock pump a hot load down your throat.
I delete, going to the next email. Hey Deep Throat. I’m 5’11 black 195lbs with a nice 8.5 thick, fat cock for your mouth and throat. Private, very discreet. Married with family here. Cool, laidback guy. D/D disease free here. Need the same.
Although the email is two weeks old, I decide to send a reply, anyway. Hello there. If you are still looking to get sucked, I’m interested in sucking your thick, fat dick. If you can, send a pic. Thanks! Five minutes later an IM box pops up.
Ready2nutInU: Hey. What’s good? Got ya email. I sent pic
Deepthroatdiva: Hey back. Don’t C it in inbox, yet
When I hear, “You’ve got mail,” I minimize the IM box, then click on the new message. The second it opens I am immediately greeted with a pic of a beautifully curved dick with a mouthwatering, juicy head. My mouth starts to drool. I reopen the IM box and type.
Deepthroatdiva: Beautiful dick! It looks like it tastes good 2
Ready2nutInU: LOL. Thx! U wanna taste it 4 urself?
Deepthroatdiva: YES!
Ready2nutInU: what u look like?
Deepthroatdiva: sexy, classy-type. U’d never know I do what I do, the way I do it
Ready2nutInU: cool. Can u send a pic?
Deepthroatdiva: No. VERY, VERY discreet here
Ready2nutInU: Cool. U married?
Deepthroatdiva: engaged. What u look like?
Ready2nutInU: brown-skin, avg type cat. Low-cut fade. Luv my dick sucked
Deepthroatdiva: Nice
Ready2nutInU: u got webcam?
Deepthroatdiva: No
Ready2nutInU: Damn. Gotta go. Wife call’n 4 me. I go to gym @ 6am. Can we meet?
I blink, try to convince myself that this is not only a bad idea; it’s a dangerous one. However, I’m too caught up in the idea of sucking on his dick to see, think, clearly enough to tell this nigga no can do. Tell him that I’m engaged; that my man is in the next room; that I’m a little over two months’ pregnant. I am too blinded by lust to listen to the nagging voice in my head warning me, reminding me, that Jasper is home now. Instead, I assure myself that it’ll be the last time. That Jasper won’t find out. I tell him yes. Tell him I go to the gym as well; that I can meet him at seven. We decide to meet at Mountainside Park. We exchange car info. I tell him how I can’t wait to taste his fat dick; how I can’t wait to make love to it with my mouth, lips, tongue and hands; how I love to deep throat; how I am going to suck his dick in a way his wife never has. I tell him how I am fantasizing about being on my knees and worshiping his cock and swallowing his creamy load. He tells me how hard I’m making his dick; how he can’t wait to have it sucked; that his wife half-sucks it. I ask him if he’s ready to bust a fat nut from some good head and a deep throat. He types: HELL muthafuckn YEAH!
I am so caught up in the cyber-sex play that I don’t hear Jasper when he comes into the room. It isn’t until he walks up on me that he startles me. “Aye, yo,” he says, standing in back of me, “what you doin’ in here? Who you online talkin’ to this time’a night?”
I quickly click out of the screen. “Oh, hey,” I say, shutting my laptop. I get up and face him. He’s standing in front of me naked. “Umm, uh, I didn’t hear you get up.”
He studies me; narrows his eyes. “Yo, I asked you who the fuck you on the internet wit’?” I can see the veins in his neck starting to swell, which tells me if I don’t give him a suitable answer within the next few seconds there’s going to be major problem up in here.
I suck my teeth. “I was online with a rep from the bridal shop where I’m ordering favors for the wedding,” I tell him. I let the lie continue to roll off of my tongue. “Most online stores now have agents who will ask you if you need any help.”
He stares at me, clenching his jaws. “Why the fuck you online this time of night ordering shit, then?”
