Read Tell Me No Secrets Online
Authors: Michelle-Nikki
Tell Me No Secrets (5 page)
“Aric, is that you?” Stephanie called out to me.
“Who else would it be?” I answered as I took a beer from the fridge and popped the cap.
I took a huge swallow as I prepared to have to fight with Stephanie I knew was coming as soon as I heard her descend the stairs. I turned to look at her and it took me a minute to say anything. She was standing there naked as the day she came into the world. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her perky breasts bounced as she moved around, and her pussy was bald. My dick started to throb again. Not so much because Stephanie turned me on, but because thoughts of being inside of Chyanne ran through me.
Stephanie walked over to me and took the beer from my hand, sitting it on the counter. I let her pull my shirt that was tucked inside of my jeans over my head. Standing on her tip toes she brought her lips to mine and rubbed my dick through my jeans. Our tongues played around with each other for a while before she dropped down and unzipped my pants after unbuttoning them. She snatched my pants down and that lower hanging part of me popped her in the eye for her affront. She giggled as she looked at me and stroked me slowly.
I didn't even know if my face held a reaction. All I could think about was that I had just left Chyanne and wondered if her scent was still on me even though I'd washed up. I tried to pull her up, but she stopped me and damn near swallowed me whole in one gulp. I had to grab a hold of the wall to keep my balance. Stephanie was an aggressive lover, always had been. So when she did anything you'd better be prepared for it. She was sucking my dick like her mouth had a vacuum suction.
“Good God . . .” I managed to moan out.
She gripped my shaft at the base and used her tongue in a swivel motion around my head almost causing my knees to go weak. She was deep throating me all the while using her tongue to tickle that sensitive part underneath my head. I quickly stepped out of my shoes and pants before I pulled her up and ushered her to the front room, bent her over the red sofa, and entered her from behind.
“Oh shit! Oh my God, Aric, you feel so good,” she proclaimed.
I pulled her hair from the ponytail holder and grabbed a handful of it in my hand as it pooled around her face. As I pulled her hair, I pulled her back into me so her thrust could catch mine when she threw it back at me.
“Yes, baby, fuck me,” she cried out again as her hand gripped the arm of the sofa.
I bent my knees and dipped under her so I could stroke her spot. Sweat started to form on my forehead as I worked her from behind. Although Stephanie's sex was good, my mind couldn't help but wonder back to how good it felt to be inside of Chyanne, even if only for a little while. As that thought crossed my mind, I pumped harder into Stephanie, letting her feel every inch of me and then some. Her walls locked around me as I could feel her working her muscles.
“This pussy will always be yours, baby, no matter what. Fuck me like you miss me, baby.”
I let her hair go and gripped her around her waist. Her head fell forward and she let out my name loudly and declared that she was coming again. She arched her back, stood on her tip toes, and pushed back into me hard, swift, and vigorously.
“Come with me, baby,” she crooned. “I want to feel you come in me. Go deeper, baby.”
I obliged and dug deeper into her ocean. I could hear her juices splashing around in between us and I growled low in my throat. I felt my shaft swell and my head throb as I got ready to release all of my frustrations inside of her.
“That's right, baby, come with me . . . you feel so damn good, Aric! I miss this so much.”
Once I felt like I was ready to explode, she moved, dropped to her knees, and allowed me to release inside of her mouth. It felt so good that my knees buckled. She sucked and sucked until I couldn't take anymore. Placing my hands on both sides of her head I removed her mouth and my breathing was out of control as my heart beat in my chest like it was trying to escape.
“You know that's my favorite,” she said as she stood and smiled at me wiping her lips.
She went to kiss me on my lips and I turned my head. Her kiss landed on my jaw. She'd known not to try and kiss me after she did that.
She laughed before saying, “Hey, you might be surprised at how good you taste.”
“I'll pass,” I answered causing her to throw her head back in laughter again.
My first thoughts were food and I was about to ask her to make me something to eat.
“I'm going to go start the shower,” she said preparing to leave the front room.
“Let me get something to drink and I'll be up right behind you.”
“Okay, and don't take too long. I may have another surprise for you in the shower,” she said as her giggle traveled up the stairs behind her.
I slowly walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The muscles in my legs throbbed and my mind traveled back to Chyanne. I couldn't help but to feel a little guilt that I'd had thoughts of her run through my mind while I'd had sex with Stephanie. Things were not always so cut and dry when it came to emotions and men, and I was one of those men who didn't really know what to do when he had too many at one time rolling around in his head. While I couldn't deny that I loved Stephanie, I could say that it was not as strong as it used to be.
I met Stephanie her first year in college. Gabe had always told me about his sister from Atlanta and that she was his father's child from his marriage. He'd been raised in Atlanta until his senior year when his dad had him and his mother move away. The way his dad told it, it was because he wanted Gabe to get into college up north. Let Gabe tell it, it was because his mom and Stephanie's mom wouldn't stop fighting. Stephanie's mom and Gabe's mom had been best friends until Gabe's mother slept with his father. Gabe and I had met when he had enrolled at Brooklyn Tech his senior year. We'd been boys every since. Gabe's father had called the night before Stephanie was to make it to New York and had asked me to help Gabe look out for her. Gabe and I were in our Sophmore year at NYU and I had no problem with doing what he'd asked.
I'd agreed, just because Gabe's dad had always been nice to me and he was there for me when my father was nowhere around. Meeting Stephanie for the first time was like looking at a goddess. Her dark skin, long wavy hair, hazel and green eyes, all called out to me. She was an exotic work of art and she was mine before we even left the airport. I knew that when she smiled at me and winked. Gabe and I quickly found out that she was not the angel of innocence that her father thought she was. By week four, she was sucking me off and I had already had sex with her by the end of week one. She didn't make too many female friends because she was catty and felt like no other woman was to be trusted. I'm sure what had happened between her mother and Gabe's mom had something to do with her way of thinking.
None of that mattered to me because, for the first time, I was in love. Stephanie and I were so wrapped up in each other that when my mom and her parents objected to us getting married, we ran off and did it anyway. We were married by the time she was twenty-three and I was twenty-four. You really couldn't tell us at the time that we weren't meant to be together. We were so into each other that nothing and nobody else mattered. Starting out, we had a really good marriage, and everything was decent at first. However, it quickly went downhill.
I couldn't even explain what happened. Nights of heated passion turned into days of cold calculated arguments. She was the first one to get a job in her field when she landed a job at a TV station as a producer. She quickly worked her way up the ladder becoming an executive producer in no time and I guess I didn't get the big-time corporate job fast enough for her. Even though I had graduated at the top of my class and had job offers, none of that was lucrative enough for her. Her father had old world money and she was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted. I guess what confused me about the whole thing was while we were in college and I was working a regular job, she didn't seem to mind. Once she graduated and got the job she wanted it was like to hell with me and my aspirations.
Stephanie had a way of making you feel like you weren't even good enough to breathe the same air as her. I can't say who started the cheating first, but we'd both done our share of it. I remember almost pushing her head through a wall when I had first found out she was cheating. My ego couldn't take the blow to my man hood. She'd been cheating with an old classmate of hers and just got sloppy enough to get caught. I won't lie to you and say that shit didn't hurt, because it tore me apart at the seams. I wanted to kill her I was so fucking pissed! She'd left her email open on the home computer and I just happened to want to print something before she could return from the bathroom. There it was in black and white, another man talking about how he enjoyed fucking my wife from behind.
At first, I thought it was some colossal joke. It had to be.
No way in hell Stephanie would be cheating on me
is what ran through my mind, but I just couldn't pull myself away from the words on that screen. She was telling him how she'd enjoyed the way he'd eaten her pussy and he in return told her how he'd enjoyed her dick sucking skills. Those were all their words and they were very explicit with one another. Before she could round the corner, I'd lost it and my hand was shoving her head into the nearest wall, knocking pictures down in the process.
No way in hell Stephanie would be cheating on me
is what ran through my mind, but I just couldn't pull myself away from the words on that screen. She was telling him how she'd enjoyed the way he'd eaten her pussy and he in return told her how he'd enjoyed her dick sucking skills. Those were all their words and they were very explicit with one another. Before she could round the corner, I'd lost it and my hand was shoving her head into the nearest wall, knocking pictures down in the process.
After realizing that I'd been sitting at the computer she didn't even ask what was going on. When I snatched her from the floor by the roots of her hair all she did was stare at me with tears in her eyes. She didn't even deny it, or offer an explanation as I yelled in her face demanding some kind of clarification. That's when she started her verbal assault, telling me that I wasn't pleasing her the way I had been and yelling about me caring more about my job than I did about her. Funny thing was, I'd been working like a slave to make sure she could have all of the things she was used to having.
Stephanie was a vicious woman and her words could attack you and hurt worse than anything physical she could throw at you. That was another thing, the physical altercations we'd had were enough to make anybody think of divorce. The kind of marriage we had at the moment was not what I had envisioned. Times changed and so did people. She and I both had changed and it didn't seem as if it was for the better, at least not when it came to me and her.
I finished off the bottle of water and headed upstairs. She was already out of the shower and drying off by the time I had gotten in there.
“Took you too long so I just got out. I left the water on for you,” she said as she dried herself off.
“Took me a minute to get myself together. You took the little strength I had away,” I replied.
She smiled and looked away like she was thinking of something.
“How did your meeting go with.... her?”
I knew it was coming sooner or later. “She got sick and had to leave. Didn't really get much accomplished.”
“What did you have to meet with her about anyway?”
I watched as she sat at the vanity mirror she'd bought that same day and looked at me before grabbing her mango body whip.
“Asked her for a DNA test on the baby,” I answered.
She stop twisting the top, finally opening it and slowly laying it down, still keeping her eyes on me. “So, you don't think this baby is yours then?”
Before answering, I removed a wash cloth and bath towel from the linen closet. “I didn't say that. I have no doubt the baby is mine, just want to be sure for legal reasons.”
She didn't hide the hurt on her face. At that moment, she stopped looking at me and started to apply the whip to her legs.
“So is she going to give you one?”
I removed my watch and wedding band before I answered her. “She's a high risk pregnancy and this could potentially hurt her and the baby. So she doesn't really want to give me one right now.”
“You sure that's the only reason?”
“I'm positive.”
She didn't say or ask anything else so I went ahead and showered. Thoughts of Chyanne still cluttered my mind. I needed to call and check on her before I closed my eyes for the rest of the night. Thoughts of the child she was carrying and the strong possibility that it could be mine brought a minute smile to my face. I still wanted to hold off on my excitement until I knew for sure.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried off, applied some baby oil to my skin and pulled on black cotton PJ's.
“I love you so much Aric and I really want this to work,” she said to me after I had walked back into the bedroom. “There was so much passion in what we just did. I don't care what you have going on outside of these walls, I will always be where your heart is and you know that. You don't have to say anything back to me right now, but you know I'm telling the truth. We've been together for almost over twenty years and you know like I know nothing can compare to that.”
There was silence between us after she said that. I had nothing to say. She felt one way about what had happened and I felt another. So to avoid hurting her feelings or another argument, I remained silent. I noticed my phone was lying on her vanity. I knew for a fact I'd left it downstairs. She saw where my vision had gone and decided to speak up.
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