The Sweetest Taboo by Risqué Page A

clit and pretend that Britt was sucking it. Feeling as if someone was watching her she turned toward the glass door and saw Jeff standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. For a moment she felt her thoughts were fully exposed. “Jeff…” she said, but no words came behind speaking his name. She could see his eyes roaming all over her as he remembered how much he loved to stare at her naked body. How her breasts sat upon her chest like full moons with the blackest and prettiest nipples he’d ever seen. And the light covering of neatly trimmed hair on her pussy always turned him on.
    As Jeff stared, he did his best not to lick his lips, but instead willed himself to remember the faceless new niggah he’d envisioned having his wife spread-eagle.
    With Britt’s music continuing to serenade them, Jeff swung the glass door open with such force that the wall it was connected to shook and the glass made a howling sound as it appeared to shiver. He stepped into the shower, and the water falling over his body reminded Yuri of a storm in the Trinidadian Trace.
    “You think I’m stupid?!” Jeff asked as he grabbed Yuri’s face. His fingers were pressed so deeply into her cheeks she could feel his tips against her teeth.
    “Are you crazy?” she asked him, not knowing if this was the part where she should scream or ask him to leave. “This ain’t no new version of
Psycho.
What are you doing?” She did her best to remove his hands from her face.
    “What…the fuck…is yo’ problem?” he asked her as the water drenched his clothes.
    “Jeff, go away,” Yuri said, beginning to feel frightened. Seeing that getting him to remove his hands was a losing battle, she said, “You’re hurting me.”
    Jeff stared at her for a minute longer before he took his hands away from her face. The overhead shower, which was controlled by the motion of their bodies, followed their movement as Jeff pushed her into the corner of the stall. His starched-white shirt clung like a layer of skin to him as he placed his arms above her head.
    “Oh, I know you ain’t scared,” he said as he studied her eyes. “You had more balls than me a few minutes ago! Yo’ mouth was runnin’ like a motherfucker when you walked in the door. Kick that shit while I’m breathing in your face. I’m listening. Now what you say?”
    “Go ’head, Jeff.”
    “Naw, fuck ‘
Go ’head, Jeff
.’ Say it now. Or are thoughts of this new niggah pressin’ that hard on your mind?” he said, mushing his index finger into her forehead. Jeff took his left hand and grabbed Yuri by the back of her neck, causing her head to jerk back. Slowly he pressed behind her ears with his thumb and index finger and whispered, “How long this niggah been fuckin’ you?”
    Caught off guard, Yuri stood speechless. She started to get a painful crick in her neck as Jeff’s grip became tighter. Tears filled her eyes, but she was determined not to cry.
    “You know I been peeping this whole shit, right?” Jeff’s deep voice seemed to echo as he took his free hand and ran his fingers through her hair. Her usually bouncy curls were now flat from the rising steam.
    Yuri licked her plush lips and stared at him as if to say
Please.
Realizing fear was starting to enslave her, she screamed, “Jeff, stop it!” She pushed him. “Get off me!”
    “No!” He pressed his chest farther into her breasts, pushing her deeper into the corner. “For the past six months you been switching yo’ ass around here, ignoring me like I wasn’t shit! You stopped talking to me, you stopped fucking me, and the next thing I know you playin’ me. And the only thing I can see that would have you losing your fuckin’ mind on me is a new niggah!”
    “Jeff—”
    “Don’t fuckin’ ‘Jeff’ me. See, Yuri, you got this Armani suit and tie fucked up. I will kill yo’ ass before I let you cheat on me. So tell me, while you still got a chance, and don’t lie, tell me now so I can think about what I wanna