Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (16 page)

I looked down at the diner across the street and saw the same waitress that had waited on me earlier. A young couple was walking arm in arm around the corner when the man froze in place. He could see us, and he pointed us out to his lover, who threw her hand over her mouth in shock. What effect did it have on me? It turned me on and carried me even deeper into the throes of passion.

Gillian dug his fingers into my ass and screamed out, “I’m cumming!”

I screamed out, “Me, too!” and that’s exactly what we both did.

I stayed with Gillian the rest of the night; sleeping, fucking, sleeping, and then fucking again. The guilt flooded in, but I couldn’t stop. I
needed
the dick, and more importantly, I
wanted
it. I wasn’t sure what I would tell Wendy once I returned home, but I knew that things would have to change.

I ended up coming clean and getting tossed out on my ass within an hour. That was a door that needed to close. Now, three years later, I’m dating both men and women. If I had to choose between one or the other, I would have to choose men. I adore women, but I need men. I came back to the dick, and what a beautiful world it can be.

I had no business there, but I couldn’t possibly stay away. Matthew was the love of my life, and he was about to exchange wedding vows with someone else. There was no one to blame other than myself. I was the one who had cheated on him while he was away at medical school. I was the one who ended up pregnant by someone else, and I was the one who ended up getting into a marriage of convenience just so I would have a last name for my son.

Vincent had been a wonderful husband to me, always treated me with the utmost respect. I just couldn’t seem to get Matthew out of my mind, so I finally came clean and asked to end the marriage. But I was too late, because when I went to beg Matthew to take me back, he turned me down and my heart broke. When I heard he was getting married, the news devastated me. Seven long years had passed, and there was no reason for him not to move on. He had an established medical practice as a cardiologist at Memorial Hospital, and he deserved someone to love him. I only wish that someone could have been me.

I begged one of our childhood friends, Paula, to take me to the wedding on her invitation. After I practically threatened suicide, she agreed to take me with her. When he took his place at the altar with the minister and his best man, I wanted to rush into his arms and plead with him not to do it. How foolish that would have been of me, and how destructive it would have been to his relationship.

I endured the wedding ceremony, clenching my fists at the part where the minister asked if there were any objections. I cried when he repeated his vows and when the soloist sang “Ribbon in the Sky.” Most people were crying tears of joy, while mine were full of anguish and despair.

Matthew didn’t notice me during the ceremony, but when it was time for the wedding party to receive the guests, he spotted me. I was in the back of the line of guests waiting to wish congratulations and best wishes. Before Paula and I got to the front, I walked away; I could not bear giving well wishes to the woman who had stolen my man. When I turned back, I noticed Matthew was staring at me, and it almost looked as if he wanted to run after me. I knew he still loved me as much as I loved him. It was nothing short of a crime that we lived separate lives.

Paula and I got to the reception, and it was lovely, perfect even, and I was so jealous. I had gotten married at the justice of the peace on a cold, rainy day in September. There was no comparison to the extravagant wedding Matthew had. It should have been me—but this was our fate.

We all dined on the delicious buffet, and the two of them cut the cake. As they were feeding each other cake, I noticed him searching the crowd of people until he found me. We stared at each other, but the gaze was broken when they announced it was time for the first dance.

The two of them embraced and danced slowly to “Adore” by Prince. My ass was done in by that. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told Paula I was going to get some fresh air and rushed out the back door of the reception hall into the secluded alleyway.

I started wailing and kicking things around in the alley. I don’t know how much time passed. All I know is that I almost fainted when I heard Matthew’s voice. “Barbara, are you okay?”

I tried to wipe my tears away with the sleeve of my dress before I turned around to face him. He reached for me and put his hands on my shoulders. I said, not bothering to turn around to look at him, “No, Matthew, I am not all right!”

He swung me around so he could look in my eyes. “Listen to me, Barbara. You know this is not the way I wanted things to end up.” He took me into his arms, hugged me, and whispered in my ear, “I waited all this time for you, hoping things would change and we could be together, but it wasn’t in the cards.”

The tears started flowing again. “I love you, Matthew. I always have, and I guess I will just have to go on being punished forever for a mistake I made when I was young and foolish.”

He kissed me on the cheek and then on my forehead. He took his thumb and wiped away my tears. Then he looked me in the eyes again. “I love you, too, Barbara.”

I pulled away from him. “This is crazy. You just got married a couple of hours ago.”

He put his hands in his pockets and kicked an empty tin can like a little boy getting into mischief. “Yes, I did, and this is crazy, but…”

“But?”

“We have made enough mistakes, and maybe it is time to rectify them before we waste another seven years.” I bit my bottom lip to make sure I was not imagining the whole thing. “Maybe it is time to make things right.”

“How do you suppose we do that?”

“Barbara, when I asked Natalie to marry me, I had no idea you were in the middle of a divorce. In fact, I just found out less than a week ago that you were single again.”

Could it be a glimmer of hope? “So, why did you still marry her if you found out?”

“Trying to be a man. Trying to do the right thing. But if my heart belongs to you, and it most definitely does, am I doing the right thing by entering into this marriage?”

I threw my hands up in the air in dismay. “Only you can answer that, Matthew.”

“No, I think we have to answer it together, Barbara. You tell me what you want. I have to hear the words.”

I looked at him in his tuxedo, and he was sexier than ever. I wanted to make love to him so bad, but it was his wedding day. He was promised to another. I know that there is a right and a wrong way to do a thing, and I know the right thing to do now would have been to walk away. Matthew asked me what I wanted, though, and I could not tell a lie.

There were no words to express what I was feeling, so I decided to show him instead. I pushed his back up against the brick building and starting French kissing him and caressing his dick at the same time. His dick was big, long, and thick just like I remembered it, and I couldn’t wait to deep-throat it just like I used to back in the good old days.

He pulled away for a moment, as if the guilt were killing him, and then he whispered, “I want to make love to you, Barbara.”

“I want to make love to you, too, but we can’t do it right here.”

He looked around for a moment and then took me by the hand, leading me toward the entrance of the alley. “Come with me, baby.”

I had no idea where he was taking me until we got to the front of the reception hall and he headed straight toward the limousine he and his new bride had arrived in from the church. The chauffeur, who was standing there wiping a few smudge marks off the hood with an oil cloth, was startled to see us getting in the back of the car. He was even more shocked when Matthew told him to get in and drive us around.

After the chauffeur got in, he looked at us through the rearview mirror and asked, “Where do you want to go?”

“Just drive around.” Matthew pushed the button to raise the tinted screen separating the driver’s section from the rear and then turned on the Quiet Storm radio show.

We tore into each other, and clothes came off. Reality began to sink in, and I asked him, “Matthew, what about all the people at the reception? They are going to kill us!”

For some reason I got the impression he didn’t give a shit, and then he confirmed it. “Barbara, I don’t give a shit what they think. This is about me and you, and we’ve waited way too long to be together.”

With that said, I figured he was the one who should be concerned. Since he wasn’t, I decided to go for mine. I got down on the carpeted floor of the limo and pulled him by the neck, forcing him to join me. We both fell back when the driver ran over a huge pothole and started laughing when I hit my head against the built-in bar and a champagne flute landed right smack on my left breast, enclosing my nipple like it was waiting for me to fill it up with breast milk.

Matthew stopped laughing as his eyes lingered on my breasts, and I caressed the nape of his neck, hoping he would do that thing he does all too well. Many nights, I had lain awake in the bed beside Vincent, fantasizing about the way Matthew used to suckle on my breasts for what seemed like an eternity. Within seconds, the memories were replaced with the actual thing as he partook of my nipples once more.

After he started working on my nipples real good, let me just say, the shit was on. I licked every inch of him I could get at in the back of the limo, and he did the same. It was good. I noticed the glass that separated us from the driver easing down. He thought his ass was slick. At first, I was going to cold bust his ass and curse him out, but then the idea of his looking started to excite me a little.

He shifted in his seat a little, and I could have sworn I heard his zipper go down. That’s when I reached for Matthew’s zipper and undid his pants. I pulled his dick out and rubbed my hand up and down the warm shaft. My hand took on a life of its own as I commenced giving him an awesome hand job. I remembered how much he used to love them. I maneuvered my hand around his dick until he was moaning like crazy and his eyes were rolling back in his head.

I could hear the driver moaning as well, and it hit me that his nasty ass was up there in the front seat jacking off. While he was driving, mind you.

After Matthew came in my hand, he told me, “Take off your panties. I need to be inside you. I need to be inside you right now.”

I worked my panties over my hips and slid them off. I could see the driver lowering the partition even more. Matthew seemed to be oblivious to his antics, especially after he pushed his dick inside my pussy, threw my legs over his shoulders, and started fucking me like he hadn’t had sex in ages. It was all good until…

…the driver lost control of the limousine, and we heard tires screeching. That was the last thing we heard before the crash, which left us both unconscious.

I’m not sure how much time elapsed between the wreck and when I woke up to a panicking Matthew. “Barbara, wake up! Please, baby, wake up!” he screamed as he shook me like a rag doll. I coughed and grabbed onto him. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”

“What happened?”

“That bastard was jerking off in the front seat and crashed into a tree.”

“Shit!” I sat up and looked around the limo. Glasses and liquor bottles were scattered everywhere. I realized we were in motion. “What the hell is going on? Where are we going?”

“He’s taking us to the hospital, trying to save his ass and his job!” Matthew spewed vehemently. “Asshole!”

Common sense kicked in as I grabbed for my clothes. Matthew and I were still naked. “We have to get some clothes on. What if someone sees?”

Matthew started trying to get his clothes on also, realizing I was right. It was too late. We didn’t realize the limo was already at the hospital until two paramedics yanked open the door and exposed our asses to the entire hemisphere.

“Oh, shit!” That was all I managed to say as the paramedics quickly removed our bodies from the back of the limo and slammed us on top of gurneys. They covered us up with sheets up to our shoulders, but not before quite a few people got more than an eyeful.

They had us halfway down the hallway to one of the emergency rooms when we were spotted by Clifton, and I knew the shit had hit the fan. Clifton was Matthew’s archrival, his main competition for the head of the hematology unit at the hospital, and a jackass beyond question.

“Matthew, is that you?” He came rushing over to the gurneys and started laughing his ass off. “Isn’t today supposed to be your wedding day?”

“Shut the hell up, Clifton!” It was obvious Matthew wanted to get up off the gurney and whip his ass, but that would have only made things worse. Imagine him in a brawl with his dick slanging from side to side.

They finally got us in the emergency room, where we both proclaimed to be perfectly fine. I spotted Clifton over in the corner, interrogating the nasty-ass driver and getting an earful. He dashed out of the room in a hurry, more than likely to spread the word—every nurse, doctor, and intern in sight was peeking in and out the room trying to see the madness.

After they concluded that we were both going to live, Matthew told the nurse in attendance to go get our clothes from the back of the limousine. We got dressed and wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there without any more attention being drawn to us so we hauled ass out into the hallway and…

…bumped right smack into the bride and half of the wedding party we had left behind at the reception. “Matthew, what the hell is going on here?” Natalie looked pitiful and ashamed, and I didn’t blame her. I could only imagine how she must have felt, getting married and then finding out her husband was at the emergency room naked along with his ex-girlfriend. “Clifton called the reception hall and told me this ridiculous story!”

She was obviously waiting and hoping we would both deny it, but it wasn’t much use. We were busted, caught in the act, exposed, basically ass-out.

Needless to say, Matthew and Natalie never made it to their honeymoon, because the marriage was quickly annulled. Two months later he and I did go on our honeymoon, though. We went to Montego Bay and had the time of our lives. Matthew left Memorial Hospital and went into private practice. Clifton got to be the head of the cardiology department, and I got my man. All in all, as embarrassing as the whole situation was, it was well worth the aggravation and then some.