Here I was, a beautiful woman on my ten million dollar yacht in Miami, sipping wine with my husband and my best friend. Yet I was angry because the man I was having an affair with brought some white woman up on this cruise.
I never even knew Travis to date white women, but he just fooled me. I knew Donnell's black ass was beaming inside. The way he looked at Valerie and Travis when they walked up the stairs, I could tell he wanted to go be on Travis' nuts about it. Donnell was such a joke and I was still waiting on his ugly self to pop out of line so I could chew his ass. I y knew this was going to be a long vacation.
SIX
Tonight was our last night on this cruise and I couldn't be happier. I was ready to get back to Cincinnati and be with my daughter. I thought coming on this cruise was going to be a blast but I was sadly mistaken. I should've known once Taylor announced he had invited Travis, that the cruise was going to be all messed up and having me feel some kind of way. From the first day we arrived, until now, I've been nothing but annoyed with Travis and his whore Valerie.
I had to admit I was sick when I saw the way he looked at her. I had never seen him look at any of the other women like he did Valerie. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was actually feeling her. That angered me even more. Why couldn't he just be happy with our affair? I knew I was only being selfish because I'm a woman who wants my cake and eat it too. Yes, I loved my husband but I also wanted Travis to remain on the side for whenever I wanted him. I wanted to be the only woman he was seeing, even though he wouldn't be the only man I'm seeing.
Seeing Travis with other women angered me because I simply wasn't his main focus. I was all of Taylor's focus but I wanted to be the same with Travis. I couldn't wait until this dinner we were about to have was over because I planned to go to sleep and be the first one up and packed to get out of Florida.
Taylor came bursting inside the room as I pulled up my tight form fitting short black dress. It was cute and simple. I hiked my Senegalese twists into a bun and stepped into my Chanel diamond encrusted sandals.
"Sundy, you aren't ready yet, girl? Everybody is waiting on you to come up," Taylor stepped towards me and stared me down like I was a big juicy steak.
I took my time responding, so I wouldn't pop off about being rushed. "Look, I'm getting cute like everybody else. Do not rush me."
I was applying some last minute touches of makeup to my face when Taylor grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him. Before I could go off, he wrapped his lips around mine. The kiss was so wet and juicy-making me instantly soak my panties. Taylor's kisses started at my lips then went to my neck, which was my spot.
"Mmm, Taylor, what are you doing?" He ignored me and got down on his knees in front of me. He then hiked my leg over his shoulder and snatched off my panties with force. His aggressiveness was turning me on like crazy. Taylor and I hadn't had sex since we'd been on this cruise, so I figured he was sick of me withholding the va-jay-jay because I let my anger with Travis take over my mood.
When I felt Taylor's warm tongue come in contact with my pussy I damn near lost it. It was like he was sucking my soul out of my body. He licked, sucked, and slurped me down like he was eating his favorite dessert. I grabbed his curls and started humping his mouth. I could see my juices dripping down his chin as he continued to suck and swallow me down.
Next thing I knew, my hands were gripping the sides to my makeup mirror and both of my legs were over his shoulders as he pounded his nine inches into me. The way Taylor was working me made me regret withholding sex from him. I'd been so caught up in sex with Travis, that I forgot how good sex with Taylor was. I sucked and nibbled on his nipples while I used one of my hands to grip his waist helping him pound harder.
"Oh, Fuck! Taylor! Daddy!" I yelled.
Taylor's grunts assured me he was into it and enjoying it as much as I was. If the walls on this yacht weren't sound proof, we'd be looking like crazy people getting it on while people upstairs waiting on us for dinner.
Taylor's breathing got heavy as he grabbed my twists and held me tightly releasing his babies into my womb.
***
"What the hell took y'all so long?" Cynthia questioned as soon as we popped up on deck.
Taylor and I walked casually to our seats like we weren't just downstairs getting it on.
"I was getting dressed nosey." I said, taking my seat.
Cynthia knew me better than anyone so I knew she would know I was lying. I mean, I really didn't care because last time I checked this was our yacht and we could do what we wanted.
I was actually excited when my food arrived. I ordered Lobster and shrimp; all the sexing had made me hungry. I was so hyped up off the sex with my husband, that I didn't even let Travis and his lil chick get on my nerves. Tonight was a good night for me. After we ate, we all stayed seated at the table just having casual conversation.
Donnell was telling us how he and Heather were thinking about having a baby. Everyone else clapped, while I simply rolled my eyes. Everyone else could fake like they cared but I wasn't going to.
"I, ah, actually have some news myself," Travis announced, after everyone was done being phony with Donnell.
"Oh yeah? What's that brotha?" Taylor asked, pouring himself more wine.
Travis looked over at Valerie then focused his attention back on the rest of us. My heart was pounding and my palms became sweaty. I had gone from calm to being nervous. Something about the way he looked at Valerie told me he was about to announce that that bitch was pregnant or something. If so, I think I would faint.
"Well," he started. He paused, and grabbed Valerie's hand bringing it up so we could all see the big white diamond rock she had on her ring finger. My body froze and I felt like I would shit myself.
"Valerie and I are getting married. I'm ready to settle down! A brotha like me getting tired of being the only non-married one amongst ya'll." Travis beamed, kissing the back of Valerie's hand.
Taylor was the first to get out of his seat and congratulate his friend, next came Donnell and Mike. Cynthia even had the nerve to seem happy. Valerie was beaming from ear to ear like she had just hit the jackpot. I excused myself from the table and hurried downstairs because I could feel the vomit rising in my throat. When I reached the toilet it all came out. The lobster, the wine and my tears.
How could Travis do this to me? To us? How dare he go an get married on me like that? Didn't I and our affair mean anything?
I heard the bathroom door open and in walked Cynthia.
"Sundy, you ok?" she asked stepping inside the bathroom and shutting the door.
I nodded my head and tried to hide the fact I was crying.
"Why you crying, bestie ? What happened?" She wore a concerned expression.
I wish I could tell her why I was crying. I wanted to tell her how I was hurt that Travis was getting married and completely forgetting about me and our affair. Because I couldn't say that, I simply told her I just wasn't feeling well;which wasn't a lie. I truly wasn't feeling well. Despite throwing up, I was feeling completely light-headed and nauseous. Cynthia walked me to my bed and laid me down. I was happy when Taylor finally came down to our room and took over. The way I was feeling, all I wanted to do was sleep and wake up and go back home.
"Baby, you okay? What's going on with you?" Taylor asked as he sat on the edge of the bed right beside me.
I shook my head. "Nothing, I'm just tired. I think that butter from the lobster and shrimp made me sick," I lied again.
He rubbed my forehead and kissed it. "I was thinking... what about us having another baby? I mean, I know we have Tayla, but she needs some little brothers and sisters. I don't want her to be the only child and get lonely."
The subject was random as hell and took me by surprise. I guess since Travis was fake getting married, Taylor was feeling we should expand our family.
I had to admit I had been thinking about having more kids too but not until Tayla was older. "Do you really think we should? I mean, you are barely even home with me and Tayla, so what's going to change if we have another baby?"
"What are you trying to say?" he asked smugly.
"I'm saying, if we have another baby are you going to spend time with us? Or are you going to leave me to take care of Tayla and the new baby myself?" I repeated myself a second time.
"Of course I'll be there! I was with you the entire time you were pregnant with Tayla. I don't understand why you keep trying to make me feel bad about going to work to provide for my family." Taylor shook his head as if I were giving him a headache.