I rested my ass on the edge of my desk. “Tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow? Why can’t I see you this evening?”
“Because I really do have a lot of work backed up on me, and tonight Jason and I are having some friends over for dinner.” The workload was true, but the dinner was a lie. I had something else in mind for that night.
“Okay, fine. I’ll leave, but I better hear from you tomorrow, Zoe, or else!”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll come back, throw your ass over my shoulder, and carry you out of here.”
We both giggled at that one. “You’ll hear from me. I promise.” I don’t know why I forgave his ass. I guess it’s hard to blame someone for going astray when you’re married your damn self.
“Let’s seal that promise with a kiss, and then I’ll believe you.” We started kissing, and one kinky thing led to another. Five minutes later, I pushed the speak button on the intercom and told my secretary to take an early lunch. Then Quinton fucked me on top of my desk, and we devoured each other for lunch.
When I left work that evening, after calling Jason and telling him I had to meet one of my distributors to talk business, I made a beeline for Tyson’s apartment. I was feenin’ for his ass big-time. I simply loved the way he was rough with me that first time.
He had just gotten home from the auto garage where he worked as a mechanic when I got there. He was covered with motor oil and grease and looked sexy as all hell to me. I was taking things to the extreme, having fucked Quinton on my desk earlier that day and now getting ready to fuck someone else before driving home to my husband.
Tyson was happy to see me and told me to hop in the shower with him. I stripped down to nothing and did just that. He made me prop my leg up on the edge of the tub so he could eat my pussy, and then I sucked his dick before he held me up against the wall with my legs straddled around his waist and fucked me rough just like I wanted.
We got out the shower, and I told him what had been on my mind that whole day and the reason I was really there. “Tyson.”
“Yes?”
“I want to try something real freaky!”
His eyes widened; he gawked at me and said, “Word? Like what?”
“I dunno,” I replied because I really didn’t have a well-thought-out answer. “I was just going to leave it up to you. You seem like a man who knows how to turn a sistah out the right way.”
“Hell, yeah, if that’s what you want.” He paced around the bed naked while I propped myself up on a pillow so I could admire the view.
Finally, he said, “Look, if you’re really down for this, I have an idea.”
I decided to let all my inhibitions go and threw caution to the wind. “Cool! I’m down for whatever.”
Boy, why the hell did I say that? Less than five minutes Tyson had me tied to his bed butt-naked on my stomach with a blindfold on. I was just ass out and had no choice but to be down for whatever.
He lubricated my rear like a Corvette and then took it literally. Much to my surprise, the way he did it was painless. I realize now it was all in my head, and because I didn’t have time to let fear build up, I took it in the ass without all the psychotic fears going on. He took his time with me, and when it was all in, he worked me just like he did with vaginal sex.
Tyson came, and we were lying there with his soft dick still inside me when there was a loud knocking at the door. “Tyson, open this damn door! You fuckin’ bastard!”
“What the hell?” I turned my head toward the door but couldn’t see for jack because of the blindfold. “Who is that woman banging on your door?”
All he whispered was, “Shhhhhhhhhh, she’ll go away.”
“Untie me right now!”
He covered up my mouth with my hand, and I was pissed. “Just be quiet, Zoe. I’m not answering the door. That ho’s crazy.”
“Tyson, I know your ass is in there with some bitch! Open the damn door, now!” He stayed on top of me, his dick in my ass, trying to prevent me from squirming. “You ain’t nuttin’ but a lying, cheating, male tramp! Just wait till your ass comes out that bitch! I got something for that ass!”
Then she left—at least, we thought she did. He got off me, removed the blindfold, and untied me. I hurriedly got dressed. I didn’t need yet another lover that was fucking someone else.
“Zoe, she’s my ex. I’ve been finished with her skank ass.” I didn’t need another lame explanation either.
“Whatever!” I got fully dressed and started looking for my keys. “She’s not my problem, Tyson! She’s yours!”