Chapter 5 Vibrated (Husband)

Once I got to the Marriot in Florida City, I parked by the main office, looked over my light make-up in the rear view mirror and closed my eyes for a bit. What are you doing? Getting my freak on, since my husband won't do it.

But you're married...!

So was he, but he isn't holding up his end of the bargain, I argued with my conscious.

My gut chimed in. Two wrongs don't make it right.

My pussy said: What's good for the goose isn't always good for my clit. Bitch, get your nut and take your dumb ass home.

Oh, well. I'd come all this way.

My name isn't Marilyn Monroe, and that seven-year itch was a bitch.

I looked around the darkened parking lot as I got out of my car. I put on my Bandi shades and locked the doors. It was unnaturally cool tonight. The bustle of swaying tree branches seemed to accommodate my sudden unease. What was I doing? I knew I was wrong for this shit, but my husband left me no other option. I tried for years to convince him to pleasure me the way I unselfishly pleasure him, but he was a prude. Grew up with a father that taught him that a woman catered to her man while he made the money and paid the bills, but I wasn't the stay-at-home type of bitch.

I got a text from my fuck buddy.

I see you. Come to Room...

I already knew what room to go to. We met online some time ago under my fake Facebook account, Mi$$ Thang Thang.

The room in questions was a few doors down from where I stood. My secret fuck buddy discreetly opened the door as I approached Room 234.

Entering the semi darkness, the sweet smell of peaches and lavender relaxed me beyond reason. I closed and locked the door, sliding out of my trench coat and shades, tossing the objects next to his shoes by the nightstand. I reluctantly laid next to I Can't Say His Name because you might know him.

I had to get it one way or the other.

11:55 p.m.

He looked into my eyes like he loved me. I looked past him, eyeing his wallet. He ordered the finest wine. Room Service claimed to bring it in a matter of seconds, but it'd been thirty minutes, and I Can't Say His Name was sucking on my ass so good I had to put the pillow on my blossoming rose to keep from coming too soon. And trust me, Miss Pretty Kitty, Kitty was about to squirt while she purrssss!

I wished my husband did this, but he was preoccupied with work, fixing shit around the house and enduring my finger in his ass. Why should he have all the fun? My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. I ignored it, made like I didn't hear it. There was a knock on the door, and I Can't Say His Name, with his fine ass, got up and his booty jiggled walking across the fabulous room to answer it. His swagger would make a bitch lose her breath. When he opened it, he stood there, dick hanging like Tarzan taking a break from vines, and the male servant held his breath, trying not to look.

"Damn, Niggah!" he started aggressively. I hated the N word, but I wasn't here to sell girl scout cookies. "It's just a gahdamn dick, you stuck up motherfucker! Give me the wine," My Thug Love demanded, snatching the bottle from the stunned staff member. He slammed the door in ole boy's face. I loved the roar of his attitude.

My eyes lit up Grand Central Station. "Damn, Daddy! You told him!"

His retinas glittered dangerously. "Shut up, bitch!"

He softened the intense mood by giving a shit-eating grin, letting me know he wasn't trying to demean me, but show that he called the shots.

He got in the bed, opened the bottle and poured some of the Moscato all over my nookie. He then took up a glass, put his chocolate stick in it and poured some wine in the glass. I was turned on.

With a yearning I never before experienced with any other man, he said, "Drink the wine, baby..."

"Hell, yea!" I blurted out, sounding like a confused schoolgirl unsure of becoming a nun constricted to a convent deep in the wilderness away from anything remotely secular.

He raised the glass, with his dick still in it, and his eyes narrowed.

"Damn, this wine is making my swollen mushroom tip tingle. It feels so good."

Before I could do what her asked, he stroked and stroked his Johnson until he came in my drink.

"Bone appetite!" he gushed and I took it to the head, smacking my lips. Yummy, yummy in my tummy. My phone vibrated again.

Instantly, I felt the effects of the wine because I wasn't a drinker, but I was a sucker and I loved sucking a good, juicy stick. He got between my legs and gyrated all over me . I felt his dick sliding along my wet succulent lips, but he didn't slide it inside me. We humped where we lay.

I was breathless. "I want you..."

He grinned. "My wife only gets the dick."

I was practically begging. "Come on, Baby! I need it! I got kids! I am a wife! I got to get home!"

He could care less. Booty calls had no emotion. I had to remind myself of that. This was supposed to be a quick fuck. Not a honeymoon. Without further ado, he went down on me. Giving me head better than my sorry, boring ass husband. The way his tongue complimented both sets of lips drove me crazy. I went wild. My legs shook without apology. I couldn't catch my breath. My heart felt a traumatic shock of unease.

Like a great gust of wind, he pushed my legs back as far as they would go, and tongue fucked both holes. Wow! O-M-G. I haven't had good tongue in a while. And I talked a lot of shit, but I only started cheating on my husband a month ago, a month after he pissed on me. A month after I pushed him in the tub and turned on the cold shower.

If I couldn't get it at home, then I'll find a married man to give it to me. And that man has made me cum twice already...

From his tongue alone. Commandingly, he held both my feet and pressed down on them. They were even with my ears, like he was trying to give me feet for earrings.

He huffed and puffed on my clit, running his tongue all and through Strawberry, tasting the wine. He patted my pussy with his huge hand, sending me over the top. I was nearly about to come, yet again! I didn't tell him a damn thing. I was a selfish bitch. When the tingles exploded into biorhythms on my thighs, I came. A stream of come splashed in his face and he sat back, licking it up.

"Damn! You coming like you have a dick!" he stammered, amazed.

My cell vibrated again.