in and out of me slowly and lovingly. He locked eyes with me and looked at me with deep emotion.
I widened my legs opening them wider and wider. His skin smacked against mine. I was so aroused by him inside me, mixed with the strangeness of it all, that I was almost on the brink again. He moaned and jerked his body left and right inside me. Then he paused and kissed my breasts before moving in me again.
Mark concentrated all of his efforts and energy and moved his shaft in and out of me. We moved in perfect rhythm with each other. He softly put his mouth around my breast. His tongue circled around the outside of my nipple. All my senses were being stimulated. I begin to shake as I neared the heights leading to climax. I moaned louder and writhed under his weight. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded in ecstasy and yelled out. A yell that seemed to echo across the room and bounce off the walls surrounding us.
I relaxed and breathed heavily, but Mark wasn’t done. He moved slowly and leisurely in and out of me. I was extremely sensitive at this point, but it was bearable. I bit my lower lip at the feeling and sensations with every move he made. Now he was moving faster, pumping hard. I opened my legs wide allowing him to move even faster as he penetrated me. Pounded me. It was happening again. I was reaching orgasm. His face changed and I could tell he was almost there too. I got there first again. My whole body shook. Then with two final thrusts, he exploded. It was suddenly silent and still, but the energy was buzzing past us. Mark lay back in bed and held me. We drifted off to sleep.
***
The next morning we woke up late. I pulled on a thick cotton robe and made my way to the kitchen. I cooked a vast breakfast buffet of stacks of pancakes piled high. I made a fresh pot of coffee and cut up all sorts of fresh fruit to start the morning. I cooked scrambled eggs topped with cheese and sliced bell peppers. I put all this on a tray and took it to the bed. We sat in the late morning eating breakfast in bed and looking out at the ocean. It was perfect. But something still bothered me. Now that I experienced making love with Mark again, I couldn’t help to think that I was still the other woman. He and Karen were not divorced. In fact he was clueless as to what was going on, because she had completely disappeared.
The rest of the weekend was complete bliss. Mark and I were like a married couple. We played on the beach and made love at night. It was perfect. Then we headed back to the city. I went with Mark to his apartment. I went upstairs to make his bed and put his clothes away. Then he came upstairs.
“Latoya?” he said in a whisper.
“Hey, why are you whispering?” I asked.
“Karen is here. She’s downstairs.”
I stood frozen, speechless, and in shock. This was a nightmare.
My life had changed drastically in only a few weeks and it seemed that it was going to continue to spiral out of control. It was proceeding rapidly, and more happened than I could ever imagine.
Now, in this moment Karen was here in the house with us. She was downstairs while we were upstairs. I never thought that something out of a romance novel could happen to me, yet here I was experiencing that exact cliché thing.
“She’s here?” I sternly whispered to him.
“Yes, I don’t know why. It is technically still her house too and she is my wife.” He whispered back.
“Why is she here? I can’t believe this is happening. What should I do exactly? Does she know?” I asked. Hoping the answer would be no.
“About what?” he asked.
“About us. Did you tell her about that? Or is it still our secret?” I asked feeling angry and hurt.
“I haven’t really had a chance to. She disappeared, remember? Look I’ll go down and get rid of her. Just stay here.”
My eyes grew wide. I did not want this to be happening right now. Suddenly I was in a tough spot.
“Just remain here for a while. Don’t move.”
He opened the
I widened my legs opening them wider and wider. His skin smacked against mine. I was so aroused by him inside me, mixed with the strangeness of it all, that I was almost on the brink again. He moaned and jerked his body left and right inside me. Then he paused and kissed my breasts before moving in me again.
Mark concentrated all of his efforts and energy and moved his shaft in and out of me. We moved in perfect rhythm with each other. He softly put his mouth around my breast. His tongue circled around the outside of my nipple. All my senses were being stimulated. I begin to shake as I neared the heights leading to climax. I moaned louder and writhed under his weight. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded in ecstasy and yelled out. A yell that seemed to echo across the room and bounce off the walls surrounding us.
I relaxed and breathed heavily, but Mark wasn’t done. He moved slowly and leisurely in and out of me. I was extremely sensitive at this point, but it was bearable. I bit my lower lip at the feeling and sensations with every move he made. Now he was moving faster, pumping hard. I opened my legs wide allowing him to move even faster as he penetrated me. Pounded me. It was happening again. I was reaching orgasm. His face changed and I could tell he was almost there too. I got there first again. My whole body shook. Then with two final thrusts, he exploded. It was suddenly silent and still, but the energy was buzzing past us. Mark lay back in bed and held me. We drifted off to sleep.
***
The next morning we woke up late. I pulled on a thick cotton robe and made my way to the kitchen. I cooked a vast breakfast buffet of stacks of pancakes piled high. I made a fresh pot of coffee and cut up all sorts of fresh fruit to start the morning. I cooked scrambled eggs topped with cheese and sliced bell peppers. I put all this on a tray and took it to the bed. We sat in the late morning eating breakfast in bed and looking out at the ocean. It was perfect. But something still bothered me. Now that I experienced making love with Mark again, I couldn’t help to think that I was still the other woman. He and Karen were not divorced. In fact he was clueless as to what was going on, because she had completely disappeared.
The rest of the weekend was complete bliss. Mark and I were like a married couple. We played on the beach and made love at night. It was perfect. Then we headed back to the city. I went with Mark to his apartment. I went upstairs to make his bed and put his clothes away. Then he came upstairs.
“Latoya?” he said in a whisper.
“Hey, why are you whispering?” I asked.
“Karen is here. She’s downstairs.”
I stood frozen, speechless, and in shock. This was a nightmare.
My life had changed drastically in only a few weeks and it seemed that it was going to continue to spiral out of control. It was proceeding rapidly, and more happened than I could ever imagine.
Now, in this moment Karen was here in the house with us. She was downstairs while we were upstairs. I never thought that something out of a romance novel could happen to me, yet here I was experiencing that exact cliché thing.
“She’s here?” I sternly whispered to him.
“Yes, I don’t know why. It is technically still her house too and she is my wife.” He whispered back.
“Why is she here? I can’t believe this is happening. What should I do exactly? Does she know?” I asked. Hoping the answer would be no.
“About what?” he asked.
“About us. Did you tell her about that? Or is it still our secret?” I asked feeling angry and hurt.
“I haven’t really had a chance to. She disappeared, remember? Look I’ll go down and get rid of her. Just stay here.”
My eyes grew wide. I did not want this to be happening right now. Suddenly I was in a tough spot.
“Just remain here for a while. Don’t move.”
He opened the
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