It's past 1 am in the morning. I can't sleep because Pierre is on my mind. I shouldn't just have on your favorite royal blue bra and panties on. I shouldn’t have put on your favorite patent leather stiletto's color royal blue, nor should I put on my trench coat and your favorite Fedora hat. I shouldn't have on my raspberry seduction lip-gloss. I shouldn't have on your favorite perfume. I walk out my door and into my car off to ignite a fire in my husband's soul. The moon is full, the stars are shining bright and the cool air on a summer night feels wonderful. I allow Teddy and Stephanie Mills to sing to me. My thoughts now filled with you and I it’s not easy to erase the man you love for so many years.I miss my husband and I'm taking a drive to say, "Hello."
I get in my car and "feel the fire is blasting and all I want is you and only you. I ring your bell praying you’ll be home. I open my trench coat and the cold air hardens my nipples, my body scented with your favorite scent. At this moment this big girl feel sexier than ever. He opens the door and seductively I whisper,
My smile is wide and my trench coat open and my endorphins on high. I’ve missed his voice, missed his touch and his smile. He dressed in his black boxers and his chest so hard and solid,
" Hello Baby".
He voice deep, his bedroom eyes fixated on me, his thick lips yearning to taste me.
I kiss his neck and hug him tight a few memories flash through retelling the story of our love for one another. I push my breasts close to his chest, I allow my hand to touch his penis. You are rock hard, so hard I almost allow you to pull me inside your house. I finally say,
" You where on my mind all night long and I needed to just say hello."
I sigh deeply as I pull away from his embrace. He pulls me back into his arms lacing me with his kiss.
" Don't do this to me coming out here, waking him and I up. Come on girl and let me have some of your sugar walls. Come in for a moment I promise this will be good."
I let his hand touch me down there and my kitty soaking wet I don't need her purring for it to be tamed. This man is so damn sexy and insatiable. I smile and play it cool. I passionately kiss him on the lips, I take my hand and stroke his caramel stick until little beads of sweat form on his head, his massive penis expands two inches longer, the head swells ready to erupt. This by now is driving him crazy as hell. I hear him moan and groan. I wait until he melts in my hand. As much as I want him, as much as I desire him to make love to me until the sun comes up. I let him go, lick some of his cream off my finger. I turn around not even uttering a goodbye. I walk away turn my head , look over my shoulder and wink.
He rubs his head, I hear my cell ring. Do I answer his call? I think to myself how I'm such a tease. I love my husband and for the past three months he and I have been apart. It drives me crazy to be apart from him but I had to let him know you can't sleep around on me and think it’s okay .
Our marriage began to fall apart when small disagreements turn to major arguments. It ended with him coming home telling me that the woman he slept with may be having his child. Now we are here trying to rebuild what was lost and now I swear I am trying to find it. I know one fact that remains true I don't want to lose my husband.
When a man cheats on you so many questions run through your head and then you look at the woman in the mirror. I decided to do that today I needed to put some spice back in our marriage. I wanted so bad to make love to him but another part of me is still getting over him cheating on me. I went over there as a tease because I was feeling real sexy and I love my husband. I walked in there to do the one thing we women do, show him exactly what he was missing but all in the same token I had missed him too.
I knew I had him going crazy when I pull out his caramel stick and rub my hand up and down right there at his door step, I believe his friend was watching me. At first I wanted to drop to my knees and show him the skills I learn from watching those porno’s, I found hidden in his closet in a tote behind his stinky shoes and yes, lonely women look at them too, no need for me to lie. I changed my mine at the last minute because I know he wouldn't of let me leave and my mission would have been left unaccomplished.
I want my husband home I do. I just need to work on me, figure out what went wrong with our marriage and how we ended up separated. When I really look at the woman in the mirror, part of that is my fault. I have not always been the wife he deserves and needs in his life. I know now Booby Womack wasn't lying when he said, " If you think your lonely now wait until tonight, Girl". I feel that song all up and through this lonely ass road I decided to take. My cell phone rings, I look and it's Pierre. I put on my sexy voice and answer,
" Hi, My King!"
He replies, " Why you play so much, MsMa'am?
You come to my apartment in that sexy ass get up and then you jerk me off and walk away. I hope you know my boy, D saw you."
I chuckle to myself. " Really!"
" Yeah, really MsMa’am, He hasn't stop talking about how fine and sexy you are. We need to talk, Baby."
I hesitated because I am in the mood and that could all be a set-up from my husband.
" You want to talk and nothing else, Mr.Sir? He huffs as if I am agitating him and grinds his teeth, I know this man all so well.
He finally answer, " Yes, Baby just talk and nothing else. I don't see why... never mind. I'll see you when I get to the house."
I hang up and continue thinking to myself. I need to step up to the plate with my husband, I do. That's why I stepped out in that outfit tonight to see him and say hello.I needed a simple and kind word to bring back the magic and show him I missed him. I was the typical ungrateful woman who greeted him with my complaints and nags, before he got to the door I was allowing drama to hit him all up in his face. I realize that for days on end I forgot to say, "Hello".
My husband works real hard and what I should of been doing was greeting him with a hugs and kisses. I neglected his needs, mistreated him and so I understood what led him to do what he did.Now I just want us back the way we use to be. There no other man for me but him.
I love my wife, I do! I would of never of married her if I didn't and she has been my life for eight years. I made this mistake of hooking up with one of my booty calls from way back in the day. I felt unappreciated, unloved by my wife. Her friends, her family got more time with her then me. Communication between us was arguments and after while you get tired and then silence creeps in.
When a woman tell you to go ahead and tell me them the truth there will be no consequences it's a flat out lie. I found my clothes packed and on the lawn when I got home from work the next day. I thought to myself didn't she say there will be no consequences or hard feelings. My dumb ass goes and says,
" Baby, I thought you said there is no consequences for this."
Her answer was." You still alive aren't you? You and I need to separate."
I didn't argue I was in the wrong. So for three months I have paid extra rent to sleep on my best friend D's couch. I already kno
w this is some absolute bullshit. I say that everyday when I wake up with back spasms and a crook in my neck. Tonight is the last night that I sleep out of the house I pay a mortgage on. Tonight, her and I going to talk.
I'm going to put some shit on the table my wife and I have issues. Issues that need to be resolved that we both have never touched on. She and I have not been on good terms for a while, she knows it. Now it's time to put all of it on the table and get back to where she and I belong. I want to save my marriage because I want no other woman but her.
I never realize how hard marriage is, that shit is truly like a job. It requires more than any man does or woman will ever know.It requires patience, understanding and the will to fight for love. I allow Lyfe Jennings play, Let get together!" I hear my phone ring, look at the caller id and it shows my pops,
I answer it, " Hey old man what's going on?"
" Nothing but money and women!"
" Old man, you better behave yourself before mom kick your ass." We both laugh.
" Never that, son! Your mom knows who runs things." He laughs and I answer at the same
“ Your wife.”
" We good but I really call to see about you. You and Baby work it out?"
" I'm on my way over there now to get some things square away. I'm moving back into my
house, pop. You know I love my wife. I mess up real hard but she did some stuff too. I mean damn what a dude got to do?"
" Beg. You know that. You let your dick lead you and now you need to literally get on your knees and beg."
" Pops no disrespect, I ain’t never beg for nothing in my life and I never will. " I heard a moment of silence.
" Son, if you really love that woman you will fight at all cost to get her back. Listen, son I made the same mistake with your mother. I thought she was gone kill me and bury me six feet deep in our backyard. I t took some time but she forgave me and so will your wife. You just have to talk, Pierre."
As I pull up to the driveway I notice the yard needs to be weeded and the lawn needs to be mowed. I sit for a minute with the car and I have a flashback on how when we first bought the house she and I made love in the damn garage. She was standing there with her baby blue sweat suit on. I watch as she was putting down the boxes, all that ass in my face. I thought to myself I'm getting me some right here and now. I pull down her pants down and said,
" Come on Misma’am( I can't call my wife baby because her parents name her that.) Let Daddy get a little."
I had her up against the wall and thirty minutes later I realize why I bought this expensive ass house. Time to pay the piper. I take out my keys and pray she hasn't changed the locks. I open it and I smell my favorite damn meal. Aah, shit it smells like cinnamon French toast, eggs and turkey sausage. My stomach growls and it was saying, " man, no more take out."
I go into the kitchen and she has on one of my wife beaters and jeans. I grab a sausage and bite it.
" Is this is for me?" She smiles that damn million dollar smile and answered, “
“No, It's for you and I. I figure since we are going to talk and I do mean just talk. I’d cook breakfast for you go ahead and sit down. You want a cup of coffee?” She pours the coffee in my favorite mug. I think to myself that she is too damn nice she’s about to poison me. I look around the house and notice our wedding pictures still up. I miss my house and I damn sure miss my bed. She puts our plates on table. She sits next to me. I sip my coffee and eat my food. I have a million thughts in my head floating around about her and I.
She stares at me and said, " What was it about her?"
I think that damn can I at least digest my food? She jumps right in. I shake my head and answer, “I don't know, Baby. I was angry and she was flirting and I decided to respond."
She looked me right in the eyes and repeated the question,
" So what was it about her? It had to be something, Pierre? Ease my mind"
I finish eating my eggs, take a sip of my coffee.
I finally answer, " She wanted me. No games, no punishment because I hung out too late and forgot to call. She just wanted to fuck and at the time that’s all I wanted to do. No love involved simply busting a nut. I would have preferred to do that with my wife. Instead you decided you wanted to put me on some damn punishment like I 'm your child."
I slam the cup down and push the plate across the table. I have not had her cooking in three months and then she just slam me with a question and answer period. Let a brother at least get his eat on.
I look at her and she is pissed off at me. I don't care cause she
always asking for the truth but can't handle it. I wait for the response,
" I know you are right. As much as it hurts you are right. I 'm not going to sit here and say to you that I condone or appreciate your cheating on me. What I will say is this I had a part in this relationship and the way it is."
She sips her coffee, as the words must have burned the root of her mouth and tongue.She looks
Okay, is this some dream I am in, because Mrs. Baby Anderson never ever agrees with me. I look her up and down. She is an impostor.
I ask, " Who are you?"
She said, " It's me your wife, Baby?"
" It can't be cause you just said I was right?”
She puts her hair in a ponytail and said,
" It's crazy I know but I guess right is right and wrong is wrong."
This question is nagging me and it has been for three months, so I throw a question that's out of the blue.
" So while I was gone did you cheat on me? She had a look of shock on her face." I don't know but it so different when you think your wife is allowing another man to give her pleasure. I look at her face and she has no damn answer and this deer in the headlights look.
" You not answering me fast enough?"
" Would it matter?" She smirks and bites her fingernails.
" Yeah it would matter, because in the three months apart I haven't done it with anyone else. It happen one time.”
" Yeah, but you started it, you went out and slept with her." I tap on the table and feel fury burn inside of me.
" I've answered your questions now answer mine."
"No. It's irrelevant, Pierre."
I scream, " It's relevant because I sat here and answer yours and now you gone play this game. Did you fuck somebody else while I was gone?
" Yes I did. You happy now."
I was so fuck up in the head now. I was breathing hard and before I knew it tears was in my eyes. Never in a million years did I think she would do this. Who was it? Is it a dude from her job? The mail man. I take a deep breath and I shoot for the answer.
"Who was it, Baby?" She smiles at me and says,
" Why are you mad, Pierre? If you are you have some big balls to be. I mean you did right?"
" It doesn't matter." I grind my teeth together cause I'm pissed off to the highest level of pissivity. I start pacing and cursing to myself. I punched the wall , wish I smoke because I would light one up.
" Is it someone I know?'
" Yes, very close and dear. Why are you mad, Pierre?" She has that evil grind on her face.
" I just want to know who it is that all?" I sit and the chair trying to figure out whom she slept with behind my back.
If it was D I will fuck him up he's always wanted my wife. You don't fuck your best friend wife, maybe a chick you might have dated but not the wife.
She finally said, " We did it here in the house. As a matter of fact I want you to meet him." Okay, either this chick out of her mind or she want to see a mofo get fucked up. I say,
" You fucking with me aren't you." My face is fire engine red, my fist balled and if I wasn't in my right mind I throw my cup at her ass.
" No. I really cheated on you and I tape it."
I say to myself now she is bugging for real.
" You fucking tripping you bought a nigger in my house, in my bed and fucked him. You pay me back like that.
The shit I pay the mortgage on, the bed we lay in together."I scream
I look at her and her face stone with no emotion. She picks up the remote pushes play on the DVD player, walks out of the kitchen. I need to turn around but I can't cause I can't bear to see the dude doing my wife. I turn around and my wife legs spread , her hand with a dildo she plunged it deep into her sugar walls. My mind is racing, my mouth falls open, I blink twice and rub my eyes. My wife in rare form.
She yells in, " For the record he doesn't compare to you. His name is Harvey.”
I watch her as she made it clear and obvious she’s enjoying herself. I watch her as she screams out my name and not Harvey. I'm still angry but another part of me is turn on. My wife pleasuring herself. I think to myself she's been in my porno collection. I had seen this scene on one of my movies. I can't move because even though she has clearly played me I want her. Is that my dick talking to me? Yeah, it's him! I allow my brain to work a minute and I think. She want to role-play, she want to play games. I hear her so tickle and jolly over her little skit. Watch this!
© 2011 Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite
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