My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Part 3
Episode 32
~ John’s POV ~
Ever since that night, I hadn’t been myself. I didn’t mean to hurt Mary that much, but my emotion always had the best of me. I came out an hour later to call her in, but only for me to discover my wife was no longer outside. I hurriedly searched through the entrance and outside the gate, but she was nowhere close.
Her phone was inside and so there was no way I could call her. Gosh! I messed up. It was raining and dark outside. I began to blame myself for such a careless attitude towards Mary. I shouldn’t have gone to the extent of pushing her outside. My conscience wouldn’t stop pricking me. The same woman I desperately needed to give me a child. What if something bad happens to her?
I sat on the couch with lots of voices going through my head. I kept pondering where she could be at that hour of the night. Then, I remembered Comfort. The lady I knew h@ťěd me for doing nothing bad except marrying her best friend.
On second thought, Gbenga came to my mind, but since Mary wasn’t with her phone, there was no way she could have reached him. And I’m sure she doesn’t know the way to his house. Only if she had her phone with her.
It could only be Comfort. That devil of a girl would seize this opportunity to make sure Mary turns her back completely on me. I knew what she was capable of. Lots of thoughts conflicted in my head.
Though Mary disrespected me that night, I felt I went far with the way I left her outside in the rain. Sometimes, I tend to do things I’d regret later. I don’t know why I act that way toward Mary, maybe because she wasn’t ready to give me a child I desperately needed. A part of me disliked her for not wanting to conceive again after the previous miscarriage. No, no….no, I’m not going to think about this. I quickly averted my thoughts.
I stood up and walked towards the center table in the sitting room where Mary’s phone was. I bent down and picked it up. I was ready to d@mn wh@ťěver Comfort would say or think about me. My mind was made up to accept any manner of approach she would use to answer my call. Be it politely or rudely, my concern was to know where my wife was. I am an officer of the law for crying out loud. Why should I be scared of that girl?
Placing my hand behind Mary’s phone, I realized it didn’t unlock at the touch of my forefinger. Did Mary delete my fingerprint from her phone? I tried the second, third, and fourth times but I was unable to unlock her phone. Strange!
What could Mary be hiding from me? We used to have each other’s passwords, but there I was sweating, trying to unlock my wife’s phone.
Could it be that Mary has started seeing someone else? Why would she change her password and delete my fingerprint? With this thought going on my mind, I angrily went to bed. A part of me felt she was in safe hands. If she could change her password without my consent, then there should be more to her whereabouts. The thought I battled with before sleep crept into my eyes.
~ Mary’s POV ~
A few hours have gone by since Abbey and I talked about my concerns. Shola still had yet to return, but I was grateful he hadn’t.
Otherwise, he would have heard me Mõ@ɲing, and my irregular breathing from within the apartment. I wasn’t much of a screamer, but the way Abbey was using his tongue, I was thinking differently.
“Oh, Abbey,” muttering under my breath, my chest panting for air. My Břě@šťs heaved underneath the shirt I was wearing as I rocked myself on Abbey’s mouth, experiencing something I’d never done before; ride a man’s face.
Wearing nothing but his shirt on my body and little beads of sweat that formed from riding him. I was in heaven. At least, as close to it as I can get, I doubt I’d get in after committing adultery.
Having Abbey assist me with his enormous arms cupping my @zz, helped a great deal. Admittedly, my knees weren’t the best but he didn’t care. In fact, I was the one who cared more about potentially squashing him. Yet, he somehow convinced me to go through with it and now here we are. I was riding Abbey’s face chasing my pleasure as he delightfully ate me out.
When I admitted to not knowing other segz positions besides missionary and being bent over, he wanted me to try something new. Of course, I protested, scared out of my mind that I’d be responsible for his death.
However, now that I’m seeking my pleasure now, I’m glad Abbey urged me on. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be me a few years ago, I would have laughed in their face. The reason is that I’m doing this with a man who isn’t my husband and I was actually sitting on someone’s face.
“Uh!” I cried out as a particular swipe of his tongue had stars circling me. He did the same again with his tongue pushing me over the edge.
“Yes!” I Mõ@ɲed while Abbey continued to swallow my juices, pulling slightly at it as a way of communicating I had enough, so he stopped.
My body shaking slightly in aftershocks, I rolled off of him to lie behind him. Staring up at the ceiling as I fought to catch my breath.
Instead of doing his daily aftercare routine for me, he trailed kisses from my Çüñť upwards. Despite the shirt I wore covering my body, he still kissed my stomach and chest through it. He reached my neck where he took his time sucking my skin into his mouth lightly nipping it and leaving love bites on me.
I arched my head giving him more access which he used to move from my neck to my face, kissing me deeply with his tongue tasting myself on his tongue, I Mõ@ɲed, loving every moment of our tongues brushing along each other. Briefly, I could feel his hand move under my shirt toward my Břě@šť. Upon reaching it, he played with the hardened bud turning me on further.
Deciding to make the next move, my hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt as we made out— only pulling apart once lifting the shirt completely over his body so he was bare—chested.
Oh my.
The man before me was undeniably hot as I finally saw Abbey without a shirt. I gazed at him in amazement, bringing a hand up to feel along the expanse of his muscular chest. His abdomen flexed slightly when I ran my hand over it.
Not nearly finished looking him over, Abbey leaned down again, capturing my mouth in a fervent kiss. What was once sweet and albeit innocent turned into a passion that’s been brewing for months. Knowing where this was leading and not wanting to stop, I let go of my inhibitions.
Departing from the things that could hold me back from enjoying this moment with Abbey until his hands reached for my shirt which had me tensing, still self-conscious of my body. Breaking off the kiss, he backed away, giving me space.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked cautiously staring down at me in the room filled with light.
“No, it’s just that…,” I paused, fiddling with the edges of my shirt. Anxiety swirling in the pit of my stomach at having to show myself.
Being vulnerable with a man who has yet to fully see my body was terrifying. Abbey’s chest was perfect while mine was less than perfect. Only one man has ever seen my body for what it was and he didn’t like it. Every chance he got, he would tell me I needed to lose more weight making it known that I wasn’t desirable. And with the added scars I had… what if Abbey felt the same after he saw me?
When I didn’t continue, Abbey placed a hand over mine stopping them from fiddling with my shirt. “Mary, if you don’t want to continue we can stop,” he assured me and I shook my head.
“No, I want to do this with you, truly,” breathing out a sigh, I admitted my inner turmoil.
“I’ve only been with one man and he never liked how my body looked.”
Understanding dawned on his face at my admission, communicating that I felt self-conscious through the words spoken. His hold on my hands tightened while he faced me.
“I’ve seen nearly every inch of you besides your stomach. And with each I’ve seen, I’ve loved and will continue to love. You’re a beautiful woman, Mary,” he said, his words ringing with truth.
Though my mind having a hard time accepting it. “I say this not only as a man but as a friend and a partner. You could be the foulest woman in the world and I’d still want you.”
“Really?” I questioned.
“Absolutely. It’s never just been about your appearance, Mary. I’m attracted to the woman you are on the inside too. So, of course, I would want you if you were a monster or something,” he said jokingly, causing a laugh to erupt from my mouth as a tear escaped my eyes leaning forward with a chuckle, he used his thumbs to swipe my years away.
“You are perfect to me, let me show you how true my words are.”
This was wrong, so wrong on many levels to have segz with him. He wasn’t my husband, but with a few short words and the time we’ve spent together, Abbey had captured a piece of my heart that I hadn’t noticed drifted away from me until it locked in place. So as he awaited my answer, I did the only thing I could think of. I didn’t let my insecurities win the war I had within myself.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt over my head leaving me exposed to Abbey, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around my waist to shield me. His eyes took in my small form, skimming over every inch of me.
d@mn, being naked in front of him had me feeling vulnerable, baring myself for the harsh critique that I’ve experienced with another.
However, when I stared into those eyes that assessed me, I saw not one hint o disgust. No, I saw the gleam in his eyes that I’ve seen many times as he pleasured me. His gaze was steady, dark, and full of heat while he looked me over from my head down to the apex of my thighs. And when he glanced back into the eyes that watched him full of trepidation, he grinned at me. His grin was so segzy that it sent a wave of heat down my spine.
“You’re stunning, Mary,” he came closer to me, placing his hand on m hips, and gripping me firmly.
“Seeing you like this would always make me want to Com.” He added.
He wasn’t lying. Glancing down, my eyes took in the sight of his bulge, staring against his trouser before widening in shock.
“Abbey,” I glanced up at him while he grinned at me. “It’s all for you, pretty,” he said before moving his right hand up to my cheek and tilting his head down to kiss me. Our lips connected heatedly. His tongue slipped inside my mouth in an instant when I submitted to him allowing him to explore my mouth. Slowly, he lowered our bodies to the bed with my back against the sheets above me. Once settled, I felt the hand at my waist travel lower to the inside of my thighs. I was going to let him continue, but I no longer wanted to be stroked by his fingers. I wanted him.
I parted from his lips with a gasp. “Abbey, I want to see you, too,” I told him.
Although he had taken off his shirt earlier, his trousers were still on. Nodding, he backed away from me and stepped out of the bed. Soon as he stood, his hands reached down to his trousers, pulling them down to his feet, his dark boxer was what I saw which showed his large bulge that strained against the constraints of his underwear. I had a full view of his impressive-sized Ďïčk.
Sparing the details, Abbey was considerably larger and longer than my husband. I knew Abbey was packing but I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to accept all of him within me. He wasn’t obscenely big, but the size of what I’ve had for years does not come closer to what Abbey has.
Besides that, it’s been a while since I’ve had segz, so I had a feeling this wouldn’t be all too comfortable.
Slightly worried, I voiced my concerns as I looked at him.
To be continued…
Frank The Writer