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Sissy Getaway Written by Simple5 (47 Pages)
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SISSY GETAWAY
ONE
I woke up groggy, and for a moment I couldn’t figure out what woke me up. I had had a little too much to drink the previous night. I usually tend to oversleep whenever I drink.
For a moment, I was disoriented, and didn’t know if it was the orange rays of the rising sun that found its way through the slits of the curtain blind and created weird light patterns on the wall, or his voice which woke me up.
I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, stretched and sat up on my elbow. Then I knew for certain what it was that woke me up – Bob’s voice.
The quiet streets could only mean it was weekend. In Rayville, weekend mornings were usually exceptionally quiet. But the evenings were the exact opposite; the streets were usually filled with activities and all the hustling, bustling and merry making that weekends in Rayville were known for.
I sighed.
Saturdays meant minimal activities for me. Most weekends, I stay in the house with Bob my husband playing chess and making love. Occasionally, we take a drive out to the country side for some sight-seeing. Sometimes we go to the cinema and wind it up having dinner in push restaurants or just have friends over to the house for dinner.
His voice wafted into the room again.
There was no one else in the house with us, so naturally, I assumed he was speaking to someone on the phone. Although it seemed he was trying to keep his voice low and hushed, the unmistakable voice couldn’t be tamed. I could make out words, phrases and sometimes a whole sentence here and there from his conversation with whomsoever that was on the other end.
“…I can’t!”
“You know….everything…the whole world.”
“I can’t wait for it. That’s ...overrated….romantic and so sexy. I could… in your pink ass all night and….”
I blinked as the words sank in my head. My husband was on the phone with some bimbo out there. Could it be he was cheating on me? The more I listened, the more I am convinced there was something fishy about their conversation.
I scooped my nightie around my spilling boobs and gently slid off the bed. I was wide awake right now. The door was ajar and I tiptoed towards it. My feet made no sound on the Persian rug until I got to the door.
I cursed under my breadth as the door gave a little squeak. Fuck! Well, he shouldn’t have heard that noise, I thought. I took my time, gliding quietly across the hallway like a ghost. I am not one gives to eavesdropping. But sometimes, you find yourself compelled by circumstances even against your will.
Halfway down the hallway, I was still hearing him. But I realized he seed to be talking about something else.
“No! That’s way too frigging much of a price for me! How could I get if for my wife if it’s that much expensive? Maybe …”
I halted in my tracks. What was he talking about now?
“…need to look elsewhere. Can we talk about this sometime again?”
“Yeah, yeah…thanks!”
I stepped into the living room just as he ended the call.
“Good morning honey,” he smiled up at me from the sofa. My husband almost never called me by my name.
I stood there utterly bewildered. Pieces of unholy thoughts chased after themselves in my head. I opened my mouth to speak, but thought the better of it. If he was cheating, accusing him of cheating without proof would only make it more difficult. You don’t let a cheating partner know you are onto them. It only makes them smarter and more cunning at the game.
“Keep your voice down next time. You just woke me from a beautiful sleep,” I groaned instead.
The coy smile on his face grew bigger. Then he laughed. “I am sorry I woke you up. My bad
Although he was a smallish man, I left no doubt in his mind that I loved him. We had met in a mutual friend’s party and went on a date the next day. We made love before the week ran out and every other thing happened so fast.
My closest friends thought I was crazy when I told them I was getting married to Bob. “There was something about him,” they all said, but I had my reasons. Somehow, I hoped I wasn’t making a mistake.
Two years on and here we are.
I shook my head at Bob – slowly – wondering how many times he had cheated on me already, and with how many women. I turned and headed back to bed nursing a growing thought.
Midway to the bedroom, I heard light footfalls trailing after me. I was in bed already by the time Bb walked in to join me in bed. From half shut eyes, I noticed the slight tent in in his pajamas.
“Honey…” he cooed. The edge that had been in his voice a while ago was gone. I felt his warmth as he snuggled close and his body closed up to mine, and his hand gently rested on my shoulder.
As I turned over, a breast spilled from the top of my lingerie. He grabbed it and gently began nibbling on it.
“I saw the way you looked at me at the living room. I didn’t know what you were thinking about the call I made. But I was just talking to a friend, honey. There is nothing to worry about. Trust me.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You know, I wake up grateful every day because I have you beside me. I love you honey, and again I want to thank you for loving me unconditionally.”
With a smile, I planted a kiss on his forehead. “I love you too,” I said, and for the umpteenth time, I wondered if I really meant it. But what mattered most was he believed me.
He dug his hand inside my nightie and I let him free both breasts. He cupped them and began to suckle my huge nipples. Bob once told me my boobs were humongous, and I know the sight of it always turned him on.
But my mind was far away in thoughts. Who could he possibly be talking to, and why did he change the conversation when he realized I was close? All I could think about was Bob humping away on a woman without a face I couldn’t recognize.
He sucked on my nipples until they were large and strong as radio knobs. I felt a stirring within a moaned. He loved playing with my boobs; tweaking them, and slightly biting on them until I whimpered in his ears.
“You are so beautiful…” he croaked.
Carefully, he gently stripped me of my lingerie. I lay before him, as bare as I could be. His eyes hovered over the soft mound of hair between by legs and he swallowed hard.
Still tweaking my breasts, he parted my legs with his face and buried his mouth on my warmth. I purred and involuntarily lifted my ass off the bed to meet with his probing tongue. Waves upon waves of pleasure washed over me, and eyes shut, I threw my head back on the pillows, grabbed the sheets and trembled like a leaf in the wind.
Eyes shut, I moaned as Bob pleasured me. The subtle pain in my lower lip was a reminder that I was biting down hard on it to keep from screaming out. Bob kept at it, flicking, lapping, and sucking at my pussy button like his life depended on it. He loved to get me roaring moist before he penetrated, and I liked that about him.
Well, truly, his penetration is nothing to write home about. So, I always comforted myself with him giving me oral sex. Bob has one of the smallest dicks I have ever seen.
Eventually, I felt something give in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t fight the sudden spasms as Bob sent me tipping over the pleasure edge into bliss.
A loud moan left me as an orgasm exploded inside of me. He knew I had come; he preferred it that way. Eyes still shut, I heard him strip, then I felt him tenderly part my legs, and his hardness pressed against my moistness; prodding. But I knew the sex was over for me.
My eyes flew open, and I gently pushed him away.
“No,” I said. My voice was scarcely above a whisper.
“What?” His eyes nearly popped out of his face in disbelief.
“I am sorry Bob, but I can’t do this right now,” I breathed, slowly but firmly shutting my legs. “I’ve been having this banging headache ever since I woke…” I lied.
His hands went limp and fell off my body. He pushed himself backward, sitting on heels.
“But I need you honey” he begged, almost groveling. “My body is burning up…” I turned and took another look at the funny stump he calls a cock, and inwardly sighed.
“You’ll be just fine, dearie,” I teased. “Please don’t force me. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” I turned over, still naked, shut my eyes and pretended to sleep.
The breath left him in a long hiss. He was deflated, and I knew it. I knew it wasn’t fair, and I should have had pity on him and let him have the sexual release he desperately craved, but the thought of the strange woman on the phone wouldn’t let me.
If he was cheating, I should as well push him to it. Goading him and starving him of sex would make him reckless.
“Don’t you think this is a bit unfair?” he pleaded.
I didn’t respond. For me, there was no arguing over this. For a while he didn’t say another word. Then I heard the door open – gently – and quietly shut.
‘Well, game on’, I thought.
TWO
I thought I’d need weeks to get Bob to make the ultimate slip, but it happened much more sooner than I thought.
After breakfast, we had settled down to a game of chess. I let him win so I wouldn’t double his woes. I needed to buoy his spirits.
“I keep getting better and better at this game,” he cheered, checkmating me for the third time.
I threw my hands up in mock despair. It was one of those days we did very little together. An hour later I did the laundry, and retired back to bed.
I must have drifted off into a light sleep, and when I opened my eyes, the shower was running. I slipped into my favorite orange bum shorts and cropped top and headed to the kitchen for something to eat. I heard a familiar beep – Bob’s cell phone. It was the notification for a text message.
Curious, I leaned over. It was from an unregistered number.
“Tomorrow At The Orientals. 217. Waiting."
It was easy to memorize. I was right after all! There is something about having a haunch which never fails. Maybe I should start paying more attention to my haunches.
I spun round and headed out. I wouldn’t want him to get the slightest idea that I was close to his cell phone.
The Orientals. I was certain 217 was the room number and the floozy would be in there waiting for him. I knew I had to do something, but I rather found my mind blank. I sat on the edge of the bed thinking, until I heard Bob move downstairs. He was pissed, and I didn’t expect him to be all lovey-dovey for a while.
I thought of Melissa; wondering I she was free – if she could help. Just then I had an idea. I couldn’t do it alone.
Minutes later, I called Melisa on phone. She picked at the second ring. I told her I wanted to come over for something.
“Sure you can. I guess the earlier you get here the better,” she laughed playfully.
Thankful for the weekend, I had a quick bath. Quickly dressed up, grabbed my purse and car keys. Then I changed my mind and opted to use the Uber instead. Dropping the car keys, I bounded down the stairs. Bob was lounging on the settee. A familiar music video was playing on the television..
“I am going to see Melissa,” I said. “You can whip up something for yourself I hope?”
He growled; his eyes fixed on the TV.
“I am not hungry,” he said. “So, it’s gone now?”
“What?”
“The headache?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I guess your therapy took care of it. Will you be going out today?”
“I don’t know yet. But tomorrow I am having a little evening hangout with Sam. He is back in town.”
My stomach sank at the information, but I managed to keep my face dead pan. Sam was back in town! What was he meeting Bob for?
The thought couldn’t leave my head. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to meet with Sam again. I needed to find out where his loyalty lies right now. It’s been two years of scheming on my part, and I wouldn’t let Sam or anyone else stop me.
‘Oh!” I said, feigning surprise. “But why don’t you invite him over. I could make dinner and we could all have a great evening.”
Bob shook his head.
“Nah. It’s going to be a few guys hanging out. Maybe I would invite him over much later if you still think that’s okay.”
“That’s alright by me.”
I rubbed my hand over his chest and gave his right nipple a playful tweak.
Oh, stop!” he groaned, but his eyes begged for more. I knew that look, and gave him a playful tap on the head and headed out to the waiting Uber.
Tucked away on a high ground at the foot of the mountains, Melisa’s apartment overlooked the city creek, a serene and therapeutic view I always loved. Her parents bought the apartment few weeks before they died in a car crash. Melisa inherited everything. She has lived alone for four years. Occasionally, we took advantage of it to throw sex parties before I got married.
Those parties came with lots of memories we shared together.
I tipped the cab driver and took the stone stairs two at a time. It was always a delight to see Melisa. She was the life of the party.
Melisa wore her chestnut hair pulled up, accentuating her sea – blue eyes. She stood akimbo at the head of the external stone stairs smiling down as I climbed up.
“You should see the way your jugs are bouncing around from here. You’ve really got it girl,” she teased.
Melisa always thought I was every man’s dream because of my ample breasts and height, and she has never hesitated to say something about it each time.
“You sure look good yourself.” I returned the compliment. Her firm body and ramrod back was something to be envied.
“How’s Bob?”
“Oh, well…” I waved my arms airily. “He is pissed.”
Melissa laughed as we headed to the front porch together. Each time she laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkled.
“When I got your call that you were coming over, I knew there’s something.”
“There’s always something, isn’t there?”
She laughed again.
“I thought married couples never had as much ‘something’s up’ than the singles.”
“Oh, now you’re thinking in reverse. Ever heard about lover’s tiff?”
“Yeah, but never heard of couples’ tiff.”
That sounded funny to the both of us. It felt good being with a friend like Melisa. We could talk about everything and not put the blame on anyone.
She was still laughing as we walked into the living room. It was the most spacious living room I had ever been in. The windows were expansive and strategically placed to look over the expanse of greenery, the creek and gorges by the mountain. Sometimes you could see the mountain goats dong their dangerous climb against literally vertical mountain sides. It was always awesome to behold.
“You know girl, sometimes I wish I could have a home like this for myself. The Architect sure knows sure has a head on his shoulders.”
She nodded. “Dad said the moment he walked into this house; he knew it was his to buy.”
I thought of my dada and shook my head. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to remember about him.
“You are lucky to have had a thoughtful dad. Mine disappeared with a girlfriend when I was only three.”
Melisa shook her head. “Life comes with so many curved balls, and sometimes I think we are all living out an already written script.”
I nodded.
“I think Bob is having an affair.” I blurted.
Melissa paused. For a moment I thought I saw disbelief in her eyes. Then she smiled.
“Don’t all men?”
“Shouldn’t I be worried?”
Melissa was silent.
“What do you really want to do about it, Shirley?” she asked.
I thought my plan over for a moment before I spoke. “I want to let him know without any doubts that I know what he does behind me? Will you help me?”
“You want to get him red handed?”
I nodded. “Yeah, right in the very act. He has an appointment with her at The Orientals tomorrow. Room 217. Taking a little surprise to them wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
Melissa laughed.
“How did you know that?”
“I read the text message. He didn’t know I saw it though.”
“Typical of you, Shirley. I remember when you used to trail Sam from work to the house every evening for a week. Have you told Bob about you and Sam yet?”
I shook my head. “Bob shouldn’t know I dated his best friend for a while. It could bruise his ego.”
“Oh, poor Bob. And he doesn’t know that you found it difficult getting over Sam for the better part of the first six months of your marriage?”
‘Actually, I was screwing Sam for the better part of the six months after getting married to Bob,’ I thought. It was a secret I shared with Sam alone.
“Well, I am not dating Sam now,” I said. “Heck, I’ve not even set my eyes on him for the past three months.”
“Because he has been out of town, Shirley. Tell me, do you really love Sam?”
“You mean, did I…”
“No. Do you?”
I looked away to hide the blushing.
“Maybe I did. Maybe I do. Maybe I never did. It was all about the great sex he gave me, Lisa. But then I met Bob and everything changed for me.”
Melisa stood and walked to the window. She was looking over the creek; seemingly lost to some thought.
“Do you know what I think? I think you married Bob because you could wrap him around your middle finger. It didn’t matter to you that he was thin and pudgy. You thought you were in love with him because he could lap up your pussy like a dog at the snap of your fingers. He would make you squirt over and over again with his tongue and seemed to know the right places to touch at the right time. ”
She turned and looked at me. This time, I looked away. Guess I had at one time said too much to Melisa. A pang of regret hit me and I mentally resolved to watch what I say or do around her from now on,
She crossed her arms across her chest. When I looked at her again, I could see the peak of her creamy breasts over her low cropped top.
But in consolation, if Melisa could read my mind she would be shocked to know the real reason why I married Bob. All she knew was what I had told her, but it was the half-truth. The truth was that Bob hasn’t always been truthful to anyone about who he really was. He has tried his best to hide his true identity even from me.
Bob is the only surviving son of a billionaire who at present was in his seventies; old and sick. Getting married to Bob meant one thing; I was waiting for him to walk into his inheritance. Of course he didn’t know that I know. I have always pretended that he was enough for me and never pressed to meet any of his family if he was alright with it. As expected, the bastard had agreed.
Of course I would divorce him immediately after and walk away with a chunk of the loot. But I needed to have a concrete reason to divorce him. I knew I would find one, or more reasons.
It was just a matter of time. And an opportunity for damning evidence against him has just presented itself. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to allow it pass me by without exploring the opportunity.
“But I have a strong feeling that you still love Sam. You always have, Shirley. Look, I am not judging you,” she waved her arm. “You may be in denial, but the truth is you married a sissy. Spying on Bob or trailing him to The Orientals wouldn’t make any difference. So what’s the point?”
I breathed out heavily. “Girl, I am just a damaged girl trying to get her life back. I have been faithful to Bob all these years. But I feel hurt to know he is cheating on me while I had remained faithful to him and our vows.”
“This is no way to get your life back, Shirley. Have you thought about talking it over with Bob? I am more damaged than you are and I know marriage isn’t a thing for me. All I am saying is; you need to think this through. Maybe you should just let Bob go. Maybe should make it an open relationship so you two can really be happy.”
We talked for the better part of quarter of an hour when I thought I heard a door open and shut somewhere within the house. I looked at Melisa and my brows few up. She read the question on my face.
“That’s Liam,” She whispered. The smile was back on her face.
Footsteps.
“You didn’t tell me you had someone over,” I whispered.
This time she kept her voice way down, almost to a whisper. “I literally fucked the daylight out of him last night, and I think he just resurrected from the fucking dead.”
The expression on her face made me chuckle.
Louder footsteps.
Liam stepped into the living room casually and was walking up to Melisa leaning close to the mantelpiece. Her smile was that of mischief. I knew he wouldn’t see me at once from where I was sitting. He was dressed in nothing but a Calvin Klein brief, sporting a bulge in his crotch.
My breath caught in my throat and I cleared it without thinking.
He stopped in his track and looked my way, and that was when he saw me. He looked bewildered at first, but he quickly got over the awkwardness.
“Hi,” he said, walking over to Melisa and throwing both arms over her shoulders.
I let my eyes run over him, as Melisa made the introductions.
“Liam, that’s Shirley. Shirley, Liam.” She looked at Liam in the eyes, “That’s my best girl sitting over right there. We used to be an item, before…” She let her words trail off.
“Before I moved out of town,” I quickly completed, stealing a subtle wink across to Melisa. She caught it and laughed. I wasn’t going to go round telling everyone that I was married.
“I am sorry to appear indecent. I didn’t know she wasn’t alone,” Liam said weakly, his eyes going to is crotch and back to me.
But I knew he wasn’t sorry. Proud Alphas with fat cocks don’t get sorry when they’re caught pants down. They liked showing off instead.
Liam was ribbed like hell with shoulders as wide as the expressway. I could tell he was the proud Alpha male – tall, muscular and sexy – and he knew it.
“Here is a complete stud with the biggest dick you’ll ever see,” Melisa said, “Just the way you love them.”
I waved my hand in objection. “You don’t know anything about the dick I like,” I said, looking at her in the eyes.
Liam was grinning from ear to ear. I guess he was enjoying the attention he was getting from two beautiful women and was growing eager to prove how much of a man he was. I could see through his acts, and it got me smiling.
“You don’t mind if I show her, do you?” Melissa cooed as she dipped her hand in Liam’s pants.
“Oh nooooo!” Liam groaned in resistance but did nothing physically to stop her. I wondered if Melissa was just teasing me. I know she could be crazy, but…
Her fingers came out of Liam’s briefs barely wrapped around his dick. I tried looking away, but the size of his dick got my eyes glued. It seemed like he had an arm glued to the center of his legs. Jeez! How could just one dude sport such intense mass of flesh?
Just like Melisa said, it was an unbelievable sight. As Melisa stroked it, it began to grow. I instantly felt a stirring between my legs. She was right, he was the kind of dude I liked to fuck; but then, I am a married woman now.
“You’re really crazy, Melisa,” Liam chuckled. “You’re letting the dogs out, and the dog’s gonna bite!”
“You see what I mean, Shirley?” She laughed. This time, there was something maniacal about her laughter. She continued to stroke it lovingly.
I was speechless. My throat was parched and I felt my heart beat out of rhythm. I knew Lisa was crazy, but this was raising the bar.
Melisa giggled. “Come, you can have a feel of it. Come on over and touch it,” she confidently beckoned at me.
I looked at Liam who smiled and nodded his consent.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up from the settee and walked over to the duo. Liam now had his brief at his knees. Up close, I realized he was more athletic and appeared more physically fit than I thought.
For a moment, all I could do was stare at the monster cock throbbing in Melisa grip. It was the biggest cock I had ever set my eyes on. The yearning n m loins tripled.
“You can touch it. It doesn’t bite now, does it?” Liam joked.
Melisa giggled.
Gently, I touched it, and then let my fingers attempt curling round it. It pulsated in my hand like a wild animal trying to break free from a trap. I felt my chest tighten. In that moment, a lot of thoughts swirled in my mind.
I thought of Bob lounging on the sofa before I left the house. I could see his misty eyes as I gently pushed him away from me earlier today – barely three hours ago. Maybe I wouldn’t have pushed him away if he had a cock half the size of Liam’s. Images from the day of our statutory wedding flashed past; Bob in his suit smiling like he just won the lottery. The vows…
My fingers began to gently stroke Liam’s war cock, failing woefully at trying to circle it.
I looked up, and there was Melisa – naked already. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor. Her pink nipples hard and erect and her eyes glazed.
On the settee, I watched Melisa take him in her mouth. Liam leaned back against the wall and groaned. For all Melisa could deep throat, Liam’s dick never got to the halfway mark in her mouth. Talk about being huge!
Behind them, through the window, the far away mountains glistened in the midday sun. It was a perfect moment.
I shut my eyes and willed myself to remain calm, but Liam’s deep groaning was doing things to my system. I knew by now my pantie was all drenched in my juice.
Suddenly, Liam pulled out and made Lisa stand up, then turned her around, held her by the waist and rammed into her from the back.
My pussy pulsated at the sight and my knees turned to jelly. I swallowed spittle. Bob was a light year away from Liam’s thrusting game.
Liam's biceps twitched each time he did thrust, and the slap-slap-slap sound as his navel hit Melisa in the ass grew louder.
Melisa moaned and screeched like a banshee.
My body was on fire, and deep within, it yearned for such marathon thrusting that has been denied it for a long time. Intermittently, Melisa would turn and catch my eye. I knew she was testing me; watching to see if I would succumb to the attraction of a good stud just like I did in those wild days before I got married.
‘Bob wouldn’t know after all’ I thought, ‘But Melisa would and she could say the wrong thing to the wrong person…’
Liam seemed to thrust for ages. Suddenly, Melisa yelled at the top of her voice; she was raining squirt all over the floor. Spent, she gently crumbled onto the floor – breathless.
“You sure know how to literally knock a woman out,” I said. Probably he took that as an invitation for Liam turned and headed towards me with eyes clouded with passion. He was across the sitting room in a few strides, and came to stand right before me. I could tell he wasn’t done yet, and was hoping I would let him have me.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Melisa stare and sit up on the floor – watching us.
“I am married,” I said, calmly.
“You’re serious?” he turned and looked at Melisa. “Your friend over here says he is married?”
Melisa nodded.
But as I left Melisa’s house later that day, I intentionally brushed past Liam and whispered into his ear, “I’ll take a rain check.”
He was still smiling as I stepped into the Uber and sped down the driveway.
THREE
Bob wasn’t home when I returned, and thankfully so. When Bob returned, a glance at him was all it took to know he had taken a little more drink than he could handle.
“Seems like you had a great time? I thought you didn’t have an appointment until tomorrow?”
“And what was I supposed to be doing alone before then?”
“You’ve always worked on your laptop.”
“I wasn’t in the mood for work today. For goodness’ sake, it is weekend and I am no hermit.”
“So how did it go?” I was showing concern.
“Like you really care.”
“Of course I do,” I laughed, warming up to him. “Sometimes, I wonder if you really realize how much I love you.”
“Sometimes, I wonder how much you really care about me,” he countered.
We argued back and forth and ended it up with a French kiss. Bob isn’t very difficult if you know the right things to say to him.
I dressed up and left the house by three in the afternoon. Bob told me his appointment with Sam was by 4:00pm, but I needed to be sure if he would be going to The Orientals
Like the previous day, I took an Uber. This time I told the driver to drive down the end of the street and wait.
“Keep it running,” Instructed.
“Yes ma’am.”
I settled in for the wait. Only minutes later, Bob drove out of the house and headed up street.
“Follow him,” I said, pointing at his red Cherokee. “Make sure you keep some distance, but don’t lose him.”
The driver chuckled. I guess it wasn’t the first time a woman would ask him to trail a lover or partner.
Fifteen minutes later, we were driving down the Kentucky Boulevard, about three cars behind Bob.
The Orientals stood along Kentucky Boulevard: a magnificent building that caught the dying glare of the evening sun. The driver slid between rows of parked cars on the opposite side of Bob’s parking space. I was close enough to see the expression on his face.
“What’s the bill?”
I paid off the driver, waited a few more minutes after Bob and then stepped out of the car.
‘Show time’, I thought. Brought out my cell phone and dialed Melisa’s number.
“I thought you weren’t going to call anymore, she said. I could pick the humour in her voice.
“Girl, you need to come over right away.”
“Where are you right now?”
“The Orientals.”
“And Bob?”
“He is in. I am walking in to get a room. Call me when you get here.”
“Sure will. And, Shirley?”
“Yes?”
“Please be careful.”
“I’ve always been.”
The receptionist was an easy going young man who was preoccupied with staring at the top of my plunging neckline.
“I want room 217,” I said, leaning over and staring at him from under my lashes.
He punched a few buttons on the keypad. “Uh, I’m sorry but it’s taken. Would you want a room close to it? He asked, trying to get a better view of my cleavage.
Sorted, I made our way to the fourth floor. Room 219 was large and overlooked the car park. I could spot Bob’s car. Perfect.
I kicked off my shoes and stretched over the bed. My pussy was still numb from watching Liam’s ferocious pounding, and the thought of Liam made my heart skip a beat. I wondered if Melisa was going to keep him this time, or just have him for a while and move on to the next kill.
Thoughts of my days as an unmarried lady flooded my mind. I remembered the sea of broken hearts I’ve left in my wake, but somehow I ended up with Bob. Well, not somehow. I could say, I strategically ended with Bob if there’s anything like that.
Exactly half an hour later, my phone rang. It was Melisa.
“I am here.”
“219, fourth floor,” I said, and hung up.
Up until now, I wasn’t sure how the evening would play out. Melisa had urged me to let it slide. But she doesn’t know this could be the ace I have up my sleeve.
The doorbell rang and I walked over, unlatched the door chain and swung it open.
“Hello Mrs. Walter,” Melisa smiled.
Melissa tried the better part of our chat to talk me out of it but I wasn’t having it. Eventually, I walked over to the mirror, brushed down my hair and turned to her.
“It’s time,” I said.
Room 217 was the next door and the wide corridor was empty. With Melisa standing beside me, I hit the door buzzer, stepped back and waited.
There was no response. No voice. No sound.
I hit the buzzer again; this time a tad more impatient. For a moment there was silence, and then a croaky voice called out.
“Who is there?”
“Room service,” I said. Melisa rolled her eyes. There was a slight thud, and a weak shuffling of legs. A clicking noise came from behind the door, and gently, the door swung open.
Someone poked his head through the door. “May I…?” he began to speak a split second before our eyes locked.
It was Bob!
“Shirley?” His eyes were big round saucers.
“Can I come in?” It was then he saw Melisa too. His face turned tallow and his knuckles around the door turned white.
“Hey! What’s the matter?” It was the croaky voice again.
My right foot shot forward, wedging the door just as Bob tried to throw it shut. Melisa leaned it, throwing her shoulder against the door, and it flew wide open.
We walked in and shut the door behind.
Bob wore a grey robe I had never seen him wear before. His head was bowed and in shame and it seemed as though he was counting his toes.
For a moment, no one spoke.
“Who the fuck are those?” the croaky voice bawled. I flipped the light switch on then, flooding the entire room with bright light.
He was old and growing bald around the temples and his thin lips were pursed. He was sitting up in the bed, his flabby chest sprinkled with grey hairs. Clad in nothing but a white towel around his saggy waist, his wrinkled finger pointed – wavering between Melisa and I. His face was a mask of unadulterated disdain.
Bob’s robe had fallen open at the middle, revealing a black lacy bra to and a thong that showed signs of a half erect dick. The thong and bra were the same colour. It took a split second to register – my husband was cross-dressing!
Melisa walked over to the balding toad on the bed. “That’s his wife you asshole! And who the heck are you?”
I suddenly went giddy and let my body slide against the wall, until I was almost squatting, then I pulled in my legs at the knees, hugging them. Somehow, pieces of thoughts were beginning to make a reasonable pattern in my mind, just the way pieces of a puzzle would come together to create a perfect picture result.
Words were being spoken, but I wasn’t listening. What if Bob didn’t decide to live a private life with me, away from the influence of his family just like he made me believe? What if it was the other way round and he was intentionally cut off by his father because he found out this other – hidden – part of his personality? When you are super rich, you can have results at the snap of a finger.
Does Bob really have a part in his father’s will? Have I been wasting my time all these years hoping on a pipedream? These are questions that needed answers.
Bob couldn’t look at my face. Then I think he began to say something, waving his arms, yet keeping his distance. I stood, yanked the door open and walked away. I had confirmed my suspicion. It didn’t matter that Bob was cross dressing; the fact was that he cheated on me with someone else.
And I had a witness to it. Melisa.
Shutting the door in his face, I walked briskly to room 217, swiped the card and yanked it open.
Who would have thought that Bob had a secret too? What if there is more to all that air of mystery around him. Does Sam know about this part of his friend? The thought of Sam brought strong memories that I tried so much to keep in check. Sometimes, I just think my life was getting too complicated and it needed more efforts keeping the loose ends in check.
The last time I heard from my private investigator, he told me Bob’s father was on life support. It was a 50-50 situation. That was good news to me. That was two weeks ago. I needed to find out what the situation at present was because I was getting tired of pretending to be in love with Bob.
When Melisa returned, Bob was on her heels still dressed in the same grey robe.
“I am sorry, Shirley. I am deeply sorry.”
“You told me you had an appointment with Sam. How long have you lied to me Bob? How long has this been going on?”
Quietly, Bob knelt at the foot of the bed. He still unashamedly wore the lady underwear. Probably he was past caring now.
“I am sorry you found out this way, Shirley. But the truth is this is who I really am. I have been meaning to tell you about this, but I didn’t know how to come out of the closet.”
“You’ve been meaning to tell me that your bi?”
Bob nodded. “But I couldn’t bear to hurt you with the truth. So many times I have tried to tell you the reason why I haven’t been very close with my family.”
My heart made an instant flip. I had guessed right!
“They know?”
“Yes, they do. My father found out about it when I was in college. He gave me three months to come clean or forget him forever. But I failed him. I was back in the act the next week, and somehow he found out too. Ever since then, I found out I just couldn’t stop.”
“What a fucking fag!” Melisa spat. My heart sank. I had wasted four years of my life with Bob. My worst fears were coming true.
“You disgust me Bob!” I spat. “You’re such a fucking lowlife pervert! And to think I loved you with that pinkie you call a dick!
I was furious – furious with Bob for dashing my dreams without even knowing it. I leapt up from the bed and charged towards him. Grabbing his grey robe, I yanked at it with all my strength.
There was a loud ripping sound as the arm tore from the seams, knocking him over on the floor.
“Take it easy, Shirley” I heard Melisa’s voice, but I was already blinded by rage. Eager to humiliate him, I yanked at the lacy bra.
The tiny straps snapped and fell into my hand, revealing his bare chest with pale nipples that looked like crayon marks.
“Do you want to know the truth, Bob? The truth is you’re a pathetic human who doesn’t know the first thing about being a man!”
I grabbed his lacy thong and tugged at it. The strap snapped free, revealing his flaccid and pathetic cock. With nothing to cover his dick, Bob sat on the floor, naked before my Melisa and I.
“What are you doing, Shirley?” I heard Melisa breath from the bed. She was staring at Bob’s pinkie sized weenie, without Bob making the slightest effort to cover him up.
Discombobulated, I lashed out, whipping his body with the torn thong and bro, hoping to inflict the worst possible pain that I could on him.
Bob didn’t hold up a hand, neither did he shield himself in any way from my onslaught as the straps repeatedly swooshed through the air, hitting almost every part of his body.
“I’m done Shirley! I’m so done with being married to you, Bob,” I cried. “I have been trying to put up with your lazy ass and there you go sharing your ass with some grumpy old fool! I can’t believe you kept me in the dark all these years!”
“You’re losing it Shirley,” Melisa whispered, sliding down from the bed and making her way beside me. Her eyes barely left Bob’s cock.
By the time she had her arms wrapped around me, she had a wicked smile on her face. Instinctively, I followed her gaze.
Bob’s little weenie was throbbing hard, and he seemed not to mind that Melisa was present.
“What’s that thing Bob? Is that a dick you got down there?” Melisa teased.
A pang of regret hit me as she laughed at Bob. He was my husband after all, at least the law says so until otherwise.
She bent over to have a better view. “And I think it’s curved too,’ she laughed. “Girl, I’ve seen a number of dicks in my life, but this here has no competition.”
This time Melisa burst into roaring laughter.
But Bob didn’t care. He was already hunched over, stroking his little dick like he had no care in the world. I don’t remember seeing him that much rock-hard and he had a sinister smile on his face.
I threw what was remaining of the torn robe at him. “Cover yourself up Bob. You look too pathetic already.”
“Okay, okay! You want to know? This is who I am!” He yelled, grabbed his dick and began jerking it.”
His eyes were shut, and he moaned and grunted as he continued running fists along his cock. Astounded, we watched him until he groaned and spurted his semen on the floor.
“Shaming gives me pleasure,” he breathed. “Now you know who you’re fucking married to,” Bob said.
FOUR
I moved in with Melisa the same day. The next day was Monday, and I went to work just to get a sick leave from my company. I needed time to sort my mental health and figure out what to do with myself, and my marriage to Bob.
Melisa always left for work by 7:30am in the morning, just like clockwork.
For the first two days, I enjoyed the quiet of my solitude and the serenity of the environment. I would sleep until close to noon, then wake up, brush my teeth, take a bath and have some coffee.
Thereafter, I would settle with some good book from her collections.
But on the third day, while I sat on the settee reading The Pelican, there when the doorbell rang.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, and Melisa hadn’t told me she was either. I ignored the bell at first, but I stood to get the door as the doorbell rang a fourth time. Whatsoever it was must know that there is someone at home.
It was Liam. “Hi Shirley,” he smiled.
Liam was the least person I expected to turn up at the door. He was leaning so close to me that I could perceive the mint in his breadth. He appeared more handsome than I remembered. His shirt was open at the collar, consolidating his intense sex appeal. Liam sure knows how to look attractive.
“I spoke with Melisa on the phone. She told me you were taking some to heal from something personal. I thought I should come over and say hello; as friends – and perhaps if there is some way I could be of any help.”
I let him in.
I could see the uncertainty in his eyes as his eyes ravaged my body. Because I was home alone, I was in a casual cotton top that accentuated my full breasts.
“So, she is the one who asked you to come over?”
“No, no. Actually, she didn’t know I was coming. But, you know…she sounded strained and I could tell she was concerned about your welfare.”
“When did you become a judge of character, Liam? Or is it another part of your extensive abilities?”
He laughed, uncertain about where I was driving at.
“You’re Melisa’s boyfriend, yes?”
He nodded. Silent.
“How much do you love her?”
“A lot.”
“And you wouldn’t bat an eye cheating on your girlfriend with her best friend?” Liam crossed and uncrossed his legs; clearly uncomfortable.
I stood and walked over him, and tenderly sat on his laps with my breasts against his face. My nipples were inches away from his mouth. Moments later, his breathing became ragged.
“You gave me a rain check, remember?”
I laughed.
When he locked eyes with me, they were filled with unspent passion.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. It was sweet and minty. I moaned and grabbed him by his dick. I could feel it throbbing already; trying to break its restraints.
It was all the go ahead Liam needed to strip. He stood before me with his throbbing monster of a dick; all the resistance in me was gone.
My mind was blank as I let him strip me. Everything seemed to be a blur, until he laid me back on the settee, sat astride me and gently eased himself into my slobbering wetness.
I took a deep breath as I felt his manhood plow into me all the way in to the hilt, stretching me to the max and caressing every corner of my honey pot. The fullness of him was as though I was being fisted. Involuntary, I let out a shallow cry of gratitude.
Liam began to ride me like he was riding a blanket Appaloosa.
By the time Liam had cum inside me, I was just beginning. Liam couldn’t hide the bewilderment in his eyes when I grabbed his flaccid dick and started sucking at the underside.
With all of my moral constraints gone, there was no other way to go but to fuck the dick that made me lose my guard until I was sated.
I ran my tongue to and fro underneath the length of his flaccid dick, making him treble and his breath catch. I kept at it, sometimes slipping the cap in my mouth and sucking at it.
Slowly but surely, I began to feel his tumescence return.
Moments later, I had him completely up and throbbing again. Liam groaned as I mounted him. I took him all the way in every stroke, taking time to relish the pleasure he was giving.
While I rode him, I slid a hand under and began to play with his balls. Liam croaked and shook all over.
I leaned forward, pushing my right nipple into his mouth; gagging him and taking more pleasure. Liam whimpered under me. His eyes begged me to take it easy with him, but I needed to hear him say it.
Then I felt him throb and stiffen, and then a stream of warm cum exploded inside of me. Liam grunted.
Seconds later, I came too. I still had him inside me when he deeply exhaled, shut his eyes and lay still. I believe the last thing he saw was my face smiling down at him.
Before noon, I had had sex with Liam twice again.
FIVE
On Thursday, just as Melisa drove out for work, my cell phone rang. It was Bob.
“Do you still love me, Shirley?”
His voice was flat; no greetings. Instantly, my mind went blank. I knew it was a test; a tease. Does he really want to know the truth?
I breathing out, thinking.
“I’m sorry about that Bob about how I treated you. I am going through a lot right now myself. How are you holding on?”
“That doesn’t answer the question. Do you still love me Shirley?”
“I do love you, Bob.”
There was a pause.
“The family lawyer called me. He said I was needed over in the house on the 18th, three days from today. They want me for something serious.”
I already knew what it was. It could only mean that his father is late and they want him to be present at the reading of his father’s will and testament.
At long last!
I couldn’t breathe. It felt as though the entire house had fallen upon me and the air had been sucked out of my lungs.
“Oh Baby! Is everything okay?” I asked. My heart was banging against my ribs in apprehension.
“Father is dead,” he said.
‘Checkmate!’ I thought.
