"Whatever, Travis. You don't have to lie to me. Like you said on the phone, I'm not your woman. You can do what you want." I took a sip of my wine and waited for his response.
He shook his head and stood up. "Boo , ain't no reason to lie to you. If I fucked her, I would tell you, but I didn't. Anyway, let's go upstairs." He reached for my hand pulling me off the couch.
As we walked up the spiral steps leading to his bedroom, I could feel his eyes watching my ass jiggle up the stairs. Once we hit his room, he wasted no time picking me up and placing me on his California king size bed that stretched from one side of the room to the next. We were like ants on the giant bed but it was cool with me because I liked being able to roll around.
"Lay back and spread them legs, girl."
I did as told and laid back, opening my thighs as wide as they could go. Travis removed my red thong and popped off my bra. My huge cantaloupe sized breasts were perfectly poking up and out. I could feel my juices running out of me as he places two fingers in my hole and went to town.
His fingers slid in and out of me with ease because I was so wet. It sounded like he was out playing in a pond, the way my kitty was making splashing and gushy sounds. He dug his fingers knuckle deep inside of me, until my warm puddle came spilling out onto his sheets.
He replaced his hands with his tongue, taking all of me into his mouth. The way he sucked and licked on me caused my back to arch up and off the bed. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it in deeper. Sucking and slurping noises could be heard throughout the quiet room along with my soft pleasuring moans.
"Mmm, Travis, baby, I love you... Damn, why do you do this to me? I love you baby." I began to hump his face as I felt another orgasm building up inside of me.
I knew me telling Travis that I loved him, was the wine and the pleasure that I was feeling talking for me. I didn't love Travis, there was no confusion about that. I just loved what he was doing to me. I knew Travis didn't love me either, but it didn't matter because this wasn't a love thing, it was strictly lust and fuckin'. After I came all in his mouth, I expected him to stick his dick in my mouth and let me slob on it like I always did, but he didn't.
Instead, picked from his head up from in between my thighs and placed his abdomen where his head was just at. He slowly removed his penis from his boxer briefs and gradually pushed inside of me. Although I was slippery wet, he couldn't ease into me without applying that extra pressure. I was in no shape or form a loosey goose and his dick was nowhere near being small. He was working with an anaconda ; I had to admit. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails into his bare back.
"Ahhhhh, Travis!" I moaned loudly. He was going in deep and I could feel him all in my guts.
He was so focused on pleasuring both he and I, that I didn't think he even heard me. He pumped in and out of me like he was a mad man that had something to prove. He was pounding me so hard that all you heard on top of my moans were skin slapping together. I loved the fact that Travis was like an energizer bunny in the bed. Nothing about our screwing was slow. I saved the slow stuff for Taylor and our love making
"Aaaahhh! Travis! Beat that pussy up. Baby! Get that shit! Oh...My...Fucking...God! Get it!" I screamed.
My nails dug so deep in his back, that I could feel Travis's blood leaking out beneath my nails. Travis was sweating like he was running a million miles. Both of us were hot and sweaty enjoying each other's bodies.
"Aaaahhh, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Travis moaned as he shot a load so deep inside of me, that I could taste the saltiness in my throat.
Travis slumped down beside me breathing heavily. I was satisfied, and so was he.
***
When I arrived home, Tayla was still asleep and so was Marcia, so I jumped in the shower and lay in my bed. It was another night of me sleeping in bed alone. I've gotten use to Taylor spending long nights at the hospital. I didn't complain because he was doing what he loved. Plus, he was making money and we had to have money to continue affording the life we were living. I got up under the covers, said a prayer, and was out like a light.
FOUR
I woke up to Tayla jumping on my bed yelling to come down to breakfast. I told her to get her ass off of my bed and that I would be downstairs in a minute. I hated how Marcia completely and blatantly disobeyed the rules around my home. I've told her to stop sending Tayla up to my room to wake me up, especially when we had intercoms around the house so that she could communicate with Taylor and me, no matter where we were located in the huge 64' thousand square ft. mansion. Today was the day that I was either going to talk to her about her rudeness, or I was going to bring it back to Taylor's attention. I wouldn't mind having Marcia's ass gone and replaced with another maid who would appreciate the life she had with us and follow the damn rules.
I repositioned myself in bed, reaching over and noticing Taylor wasn't next to me. I also made a mental note to talk to him about constantly being absent never being home enough for me and our daughter. This was getting ridiculous. I mean, I knew he had to work and make money but we were filthy rich, so we had plenty of money for him to be home sometimes.
Maybe he was cheating on me too. I shook my head and let the thought die from my brain. Taylor wouldn't dare be unfaithful to me. He loved me and Tayla, and knew better than to hurt us. I threw the covers back off of me and hopped out of bed. My morning breath was something serious and I couldn't dare go downstairs like this. After I did my thing in the bathroom, I raced downstairs to breakfast.
Marcia had showed out, that was one of the pros of her; when she cooked, she had the entire house smelling delicious to the point you'd just wanna drool, just dreaming of smashing on whatever she was making. When I hit the kitchen, I was surprised to see Taylor sitting at the kitchen island counter in the center of the room. Again to my surprise, he wasn't wearing a suit but had on rather casual wear. It wasn't often I'd see him dressed in a pair of white jean shorts, a red Polo shirt, and a fresh pair of Air Nike's. He looked more like a street hustler than a doctor but that was the beauty of it all. Taylor could dress his ass off and look professional, but, when the desire rose , he could dress and look like just a regular ol' brotha'.
"Ohhhh, look who's home!" I said smiling. I gave him a peck on the cheek and took my seat next to him.
Marcia brought us our plates. My stomach growled at the deliciousness I saw before me. Turkey bacon, cheese eggs, toast and jelly, grits, a biscuit, and a side of orange juice. I was about to murder this entire plate. Tayla was sitting outside by the pool having her breakfast. She didn't like eating with her parents, instead, she'd rather eat with her Barbie's.
After we ate, Taylor said he needed to speak to me about something important. My heart sank a bit because I had no idea what it could've been. Let's face it, whenever your spouse says, "we need to talk," it's never a good thing. We took our glasses of orange juice into the sun room and sat on a sofa bed near the window.
I absolutely loved this room. I decorated it in bright happy colors like mint green on the walls and white marble floors. The delicate sofas in the room were also mint green and white. Tayla was not allowed in this room because of the mess I knew she would make on the furniture and I'd hate to have to kill her.
"What's up, baby?" I asked, trying to hide the fear of what he was about to say out of my tone and my eyes.
Taylor sat next to me, and sighed. "Look, I know I've been away from home a lot. Trust me, It kills me not being here with you and Tayla as much as I want to," he ran his index finger alongside his face and sucked his teeth.
"So, I've decided to take a break from it all for a while, so that I'm able to be here with my two ladies and do family stuff. You know like go out to eat, go bowling, and shopping. Normal family things like that. What do you think?" He stared at me awaiting my response.
I was trying not to smile so hard and cheesy along with screaming YES! Despite my affair with Travis, I did miss my husband around the house. I was starting to feel neglected.
"Yes, Tay. I'd like that, and I know Tayla misses her daddy too." On the inside I was beaming.
He smiled, and leaned over to kiss me. Our kisses were still passionate and full of love like they'd been for years. Because of that, I knew my affair with Travis wasn't getting in the way of my feelings for my husband. He was still my number one man and I'd choose Taylor over Travis any day.