Finally, we had to go down his Condo, I didn’t manage to process what he had said : He loves me. What a JOKE.
“I’ll just take a cab”
I looked at his boyish face – messy hair, brown skin, dark eyes… he just doesn’t have any similarity to Rob* my husband. They say, you develop some kind of an ideal man while growing up and you marry them…I smiled at that awkward truth, Jeremy* is a boy at 30 yrs. old. He collects action figures, loves Marvel and DC Comics, eats with his hands, and collects sneakers. Well, amazingly, he looks younger than he really is. I guess working out and running those 21K marathons did him good…
The taxi came around and we gave each other a soft kiss.
10 mins. later, I arrived at the Podium, where I had my car waiting for me in the basement. I got in and sat very quietly. Is this guilt? Am I actually guilty this time? I’ve had sex with him many times, I couldn’t even count with my fingers! I slammed my head on the steering wheel…
“fuck ouch.” Felt my forehead throbbing, “well… bitches will be bitches” I muttered and drove off.
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Maria, our house help opened the door for me, I threw my bag on the white couch at the den.
“hi honey!” I removed my jacket and gave Maria the car keys.
Rob* looked up from his laptop at the kitchen island and quickly smiled.
“hey …” he moved from his seat and greeted me with a kiss…
I showered, didn’t I?? … My brain is talking to me.
“how’s your workout?”
“uh..umm… fine!… I did a lot of Cardio” … shit!
“so…how’s … work?” My eyes followed him walking back to his laptop … smooth shaven, gentle features, Lacoste poloshirt … he looks pretty much like a clean -cut version of Chace Crawford. god! what have I done? Look at him Katy, for godsakes, he is your ideal man, he gave you a ring, he married you… stupid cow!
“nah, I’m not working… just browsing the internet.” Rob* said in a dull tone.
“I’m going up to bed … I’m tired…” and gave a fake yawn.
I undressed and realized that my tank top smelled like Jeremy’s air freshener. I loved that smell. It smells very homey to me. I changed into a loose shirt, changed undies and went to bed. I felt my ass is still tingly from all that banging in the rear! It was wicked hot, I admit… not comfortable but it was wild …
Rob* and I wouldn’t do anything like that … ever! But I don’t take that against him, he’s just never the type who goes out of his comfort zone, I liked that in him.. I always feel safe around him coz he makes the best decisions, he excels at everything he does and that makes him brilliant. I’m proud to be his wife … so far, at the parties we attend to and I greet all of his friends and colleagues in my best gowns and jewelry, my hair always shiny and flowing on the sides of my face, my skin flawless … I guess, I’m the trophy wife he deserves.
Rob* came up and snuggled with me on the bed, his snuggling became teasing … oh no…
He can’t fuck me right now… I’m sore from all the “hardcore” fucking I did with Jeremy.
Rob* began teasing my pussy over my silk panties… I moved away and went to my knees. Pulled his boxers down and gave him a lick. a bit of a suck. a lick on the soft head and slowly took all of his cock in my mouth.
He tugged on my hair and helped in pushing and pulling my head over his sex. My tongue goes around and around his arousal and I knew he liked that. He was moaning and trying to pull my mouth as far as I can take him. I sucked him hard each time my mouth would come up to the head but not completely pulling away.
Rob* makes low noises … he doesn’t talk in bed. He’s very discreet in making love.
Then I felt him hardening some more and my mouth has to work over and over on his dick as fast as I could, saliva already dripping from my mouth…
“aahhh…” he came with his juices flooding my mouth, spilling some on my lips…he released my hair and I sat up, I wiped the the creamy whites with the back of my hand, swallowed and licked the corners of my lips.
I swallow. All good girls swallow…
maybe not. I gagged a bit and ran off the bed to the toilet.
Rob* knew it. He laughed.
I spat everything on the bowl, flushed and ran the water to wash the taste off.
“yuck.”
Rob was still laughing…”honey, what has gotten into you?”
“I tried.”
“You don’t swallow, you never did … Okra nga di mo malunok e yan pa!”
“sorry, I hate slimy things…”
we cuddled on the bed and slept the night away.
The next day, before coming down for breakfast, I took my laptop and went to typing my story.
‘Honey! were gonna be late … hurry up…”
Okay guys, I have to go get ready for work. Till next time :)