My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Part 3
Episode 30
~ Mary’s POV ~
Comfort and I were on a phone call as she desperately wanted to know what had transpired between Abbey and I, Shola and I. In fact, the trio of us.
About a week had passed since Abbey and I were first intimate. Since then we’ve remained inseparable, or should I say that Abbey hasn’t kept his face away from my Çüñť for more than a few hours. It’s either I’m waking up to his head between my legs beneath the covers or he’s putting me to sleep with his ski||ful tongue. Most times, it’s both.
My body has never been this satisfied before. No, more than satisfied. What I loved the most about the experience is that Abbey hasn’t expected anything in return. Not once.
Though I’ve tried my hardest to reciprocate by at least giving him a handjob, but he’d decline, claiming that he wanted to please me instead. He cared more about my pleasure than his and it was a turn-on that I didn’t know existed. And when he took care of me after it made me want him all the more. The memory of us had my body tingling at the reminder.
The way my legs were on his shoulders, shaking, quaking as he th-ru_st three fingers inside my wet p@zzy. Clutching at his hair, I Mõ@ɲed while my hair lips made unfathomable noises soaking the sheet below my @zz as the smell of segz filled the air. Arching my back, gasping, hanging onto his every word.
His eyes were on me as I started to Com for the fifth time.
“You look so segzy when you Com, darling.” My stomach tightened as my P clenched onto his thick fingers. “I could Com just from watching you, Mary. d@mn, you’re taking my fingers so well. I can only imagine how you’ll be when you’re wrapped around my Ç0çƙ.
“Mary?” Comfort’s voice snapped me out of the memory. Good thing she did or I might have needed to change my P@ŋtîēṣ.
“I’m still here,” I told her.
“So, how has Abuja been?” I asked her.
“Ah ah, nope. You aren’t changing the topic. Give me the dirty details. I have my popcorn ready.”
I laughed and shook my head, knowing she couldn’t see it.
“You were thinking about it, weren’t you?” she teased, hinting towards Abbey and me being intimate.
“If you must know, yes.” I opened a cabinet, pulling out a pan.
“Wait a minute. Are you cooking?” Comfort asked, causing me to blush. When I didn’t respond, she started cracking up.
“He was that good. He got you cooking for him?” she added.
“Shut up,” I muttered and checked on the pot to see if water had dried from the rice I was boiling. “It’s the least I can do since he won’t let me return the favor. And it’s not just for him.”
“Oh! The man from the club?” she asked, disregarding the whole ‘Abbey won’t let me please him.” I already told her about it and she was surprised.
“Shola,” I said, reminding her of his name, I switched the phone to my other ear.
“Yes, I’m cooking for both of them. A way to say thank you for taking care of me. I don’t have much else to offer.”
“Sweetheart, you have plenty to offer,” she said.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“For a start, you could always f_ck them both,” she said jokingly, causing me to nearly drop the egg I was about to crack.
“Comfort,” I admonished, and when I noticed my voice has risen, I returned it to a whisper. I looked around to make sure the men weren’t near. “They are best friends.”
“So…?” she trailed off.
“It’s completely out of it my dear. It’s not normal.”
The thought of being with two men was inconceivable. Not only that, but someone would definitely label me as a wh-_-re for going after two men. Two men who were best friends, practically brothers.
“Oh, come on, since when have you been worried about other people’s opinions? Besides, I know you still feel something for Shola. He probably feels the same way based on how he was treating you while you were sick.”
“Keywords, while I was sick. Comfort, I have not seen or heard from him afterward. He’s like a ghost in his own home, and I feel like that’s partially my fault,” the words I spoke were true.
Shola was hardly at home and when he was, he never seemed to leave his room or the gym downstairs.
“Meanwhile, I noticed the way he looked at me when he caught Abbey and I in the pool that day. He was repulsed by me.” I told her.
“Well, I’m sure he’s changed his mind about you since then. And if he does feel disgusted, then f-__-k him. He doesn’t know about your marriage and what bullshit you have to put up with. It’d be his loss, sweety. On the bright side, you have his best friend to knock boots with.”
My body vibrated with laughter at her abrupt change. This is why I’m glad to have met this wonderful woman I call my best friend. I have no idea what I’d be doing if I didn’t have her in my life. She was my rock. The sister I never had and always wanted. Fate did me a favor by setting us to be friends for life.
“But,” she started. “I’d say he does think differently and the fine man you have around was okay with sharing, would you go for it?”
“Comfort….”
“Come on, Mary. If the world didn’t care about polygamous relations if you weren’t a married woman, and if the two men were fine with sharing, would you have segz with both of them?”
My foot tapped against the marble floor, thinking over the question. Would I do something so unorthodox? Give in to a fantasy I’ve tried to not think of? Such a small question loaded with what-ifs.
The repercussions of having both men at the same time. But it was just fantasy land, so there wouldn’t be any consequences to have. Just lustful segz with two handsome men.
“Yes.” Though embarrassed, my response was honest. Yes, I would do it if there weren’t any consequences to face, and the men were ok with it. Maybe just for a night, I’m not sure.
“But it doesn’t matter. Besides, Abbey and I haven’t gone all the way. He doesn’t know about my problem.”
Comfort groaned. “Mary, you don’t have a segz problem.”
“Yea, I do. You know I have never been able to 0rg@zm during penetration except that one time.”
“Yeah. The time you were thinking of the man that’s currently giving you head every day when you were having segz with your husband. I remember, I’m sure this time will be different since he’ll cater to your needs, unlike your husband,” she said, and I sighed.
“Look, if you’re really concerned about it, just tell him. The worst he can say is that he can’t make you reach 0rg@zm during penetrative segz,” said Comfort.
“Comfort, you’re silly,” I snickered.
Finally finishing breakfast, I began putting the food on the plates. “I just don’t want him to be turned off by it or think something is wrong with me,” I told her, finishing the plates.
Deciding they looked full enough for two big men, I was about to turn around until I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and the scent of vanilla invaded my nose.
This man has a habit of sneaking on me.
“Why would I think something is wrong with you, darling?”
Oh God, he heard part of the conversation. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I focused on the way his light stubble rubbed against my cheek. As he had his head hidden in the crook of my neck while he hugged me from behind.
Briefly, I could hear Comfort’s voice on the phone which shook me out of my thoughts.
“I’ll call you back later,” I told her and hung up. I heard her squeal a little before the phone signaled call ended.
Placing the phone on the counter, I turned around in Abbey’s arms. The second I did, he gave me a light peck on my forehead.
Goodness, this man was a literal dream.
“Mary?” he called and I hummed in response, somewhat avoiding eye contact.
My mind knew it was childish, but he made me so nervous. “Will you tell me why I would think something is wrong with you?”
“Um, maybe later,” I tried to dip out of his hold, but he held onto me tighter, not letting me escape.
“I made breakfast,” I offered, and he looked behind me, taking in the food, then his gaze softened when he looked back down at me.
“It looks delicious, but…”
“Is Shola still here?” I interrupted.
“Yes, he..”
“Great,” this time I effectively ducked underneath his arms and grabbed the plates. I knew he was going to ask the same question again, but I wanted to steer away from it. The idea of telling him what I fear if or when we took the next step was frightening.
Well, more embarrassing too as I was somewhat broken.
Heading to the dining room with plates, I quickly sat the food down, placing it in spots I thought they would like to sit. I stood back and looked at the table before changing where the plates were. Much better there, I turned around again, bumping into a solid chest. Glancing up, I saw that it was Abbey I had walked into. He stood with his hands in the pocket, eyes showing concern, and murmured.
“Talk to me, Mary.”
“It’s not exactly bad, Abbey,” I told him, realizing he must be thinking of something horrible.
“Can we please talk about it later?” I begged him.
I just wanted an excellent breakfast before I messed up a good day. Like I always do. Comfort had made me say $h|t.
“Do you promise?” he asked me. “Or will I have to tickle it out of you?” with a grin he captured me in his arms and dug his hands into my sides effectively tickling me and causing a laugh to bubble up.
“Yes, yes! I promise Abbey.” But he didn’t let up. My cackles filled the air in the large apartment. My body wiggled, trying to escape from Abbey’s clutch but failed tremendously.
“Please, you win! You win!” I screamed as he chuckled at me.
Finally, having mercy on me, I panted heavily, exhausted until his lips met mine in a heated kiss. His breath smelled of mint, telling me he had brushed his teeth beforehand. It wasn’t until a throat cleared moments later that we broke apart, both glancing at the person who interrupted. There stood Shola, dressed in casual clothes, looking at us a few feet away from Abbey’s hands as if we hadn’t just been caught in the act.
“Um, hi Shola, I…I made breakfast,” when he still didn’t speak, I shuffled a little out of nervousness.
“It’s a way to say…”
“I’m good,” he cut me off, causing the slight smile I had on my face to tilt downwards. His dark eyes glanced between me and Abbey with a look I wasn’t sure of.
He swallowed harshly before speaking, “ I lost my appetite. I’ll see you.” With that, he headed to the front door. It wasn’t until I jumped from the door, slamming behind him, I turned to glance up at Abbey.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked him, hesitantly. I felt a little sour about what just happened. Perhaps Abbey and I should not have been fooling around.
Abbey gently grabbed my hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss.
“Of course not. Shola just has a stick shoved up his @zz,” he said jokingly. Though I tried to smile, I felt bad about what went down. Maybe staying here was a mistake. It was obvious Shola wasn’t comfortable seeing us together.
“Come on, I’m ready to eat what you made. My stomach has been rumbling nonstop.” I giggled and we proceeded to have breakfast without Shola.
To be continued…
Frank The Writer