My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Episode 9
I had no inkling of what Abbey said, but my lower lips seemed to hardly care. This man was undeniably sëxy. A knock interrupted my thoughts. Amid the kiss, both Abbey and I stopped what we were doing and glanced at the entrance of the restaurant.
“Mary!” I heard a muffled voice coming outside. The door to the restaurant wiggled as the person was trying to come in.
“Ma, you are in here?” The man yelled again!
Gbenga!
I was gripped with fear. Oh! God, did he see us? Heard us? I pulled away from Abbey as my eyes widened. I just kissed another man. No, not kissed, I made out with another man.
Oh! My God! I started tearing up and the door banged harder.
“Oh my God,” I whispered repeatedly freaking out. My hands were starting to shake as… rose to my throat. What did I do?
“Shh, shh, Mary,” glancing up, Gbenga placed a calming arm on my shoulder. He stood above me looking worried as I began to cry. I cheated. I..I cheated!!
“Mary, you need to calm down, you’ll cause yourself a panic attack!”
I had to steady my breathing, but my heart was beating too fast. I felt faint. I’ve never cheated, never had the thought, never! I jumped as three more bangs ran through the room. Abbey didn’t seem too concerned about Gbenga as he kept his eyes on me.
“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this before,” I told him looking up as I continued to cry.
“First thing you’ll want to do is calm down, Mary.”
Deep breaths. We breathed together, slowly. It took about a minute before my heart slowed down.
“Next, I want you to freshen up in the restroom. I’ll handle your friend.” He helped me out of the chair, then walked with me toward the restroom, gently guiding my hands. “He won’t know,” I told him worriedly.
d@mn, I wasn’t just worried, I was scared. Pausing, Abbey looked down straight into my eyes before speaking. His eyes hardened.
“Would your husband hurt you if he founds our? I shook my head. And his friend? Do you feel safe with him?” He asked to which I shook my head too.
“Say something, Mary.”
“No, no he wouldn’t hurt me and I feel safe with Gbenga,” he nodded and we carried on.
“Everything will be fine. Just freshen up. He won’t suspect a thing,” Abbey said before planting a small kiss on my forehead and walking away.
I walked as fast as possible. My hair was a little out of place not I could blame that on being caught in the rain. My fave needed work seeing as my eyes were rimmed red from tears. I used the water from the faucet to wipe my face. I could hear the voices of Gbenga and Abbey, but I couldn’t tell exactly what they were saying. I couldn’t believe that I was getting tongues by Abbey just minutes ago. I felt so cheap for allowing him to take advantage of my weakness. A man who wasn’t my husband. I felt horrible for betraying my husband.
Although he doesn’t know, I was wrong, and yet, despite the situation, I found myself in, a part of me craved more for Abbey. My body could still feel the ghosts of his touch and his lips still smell him as of he was right in front of me. What a very dangerous man. Realizing I was taking a longer time than needed, I took a deep breath before walking out of the room.
When I lifted my eyes, I saw Gbenga holding a bottle of drink and chatting away with Abbey as they sat at the bar. I smiled hesitantly at the two as I approached them. Gbenga saw me first and smiled through his tiredness.
“Hello, ma,” he grinned as I came closer. He placed his cap down on the bar before meeting me halfway, opening his arm to hug me. “I’m glad you’re sage!” Hugging him back I perked around him to see Abbey staring. He winked at me before smiling slightly.
“Thank you. I’m so sorry about waking you up…”
“Never be sorry for needing help, ma. I’m just glad this man helped you out,” he said, turning around to Abbey.
“It’s what anyone would do,” said Gbenga with a shrug.
“That’s if you’re lucky,” said Abbey and I laughed nervously. “Do you need a ride too?” Gbenga turned to Abbey.
“Uh-no, my friend should be on his way to pick me up. Thank you.”
Gbenga walked to Anbet while bye talked and when he got there, he tapped him on the shoulder, “thank you for saving my friend, and don’t hesitate to call on me if you get into trouble,” Gbenga said and paused. But he never told Abbey he was a policeman.
The duo shook hands and Gbenga gave me a look telling me it was time to go. I nodded and then told him I’d be right behind him as he exited the restaurant. As soon as we were out, Abbey spoke, “Your friend is quite a character,” he said jokingly in Yoruba.
“Yes, she is. I know,” Gbenga smiled lightly.
Abbey walked quickly toward me, I took a small step back when he got too close. Gbenga was on his way to reverse his car.
“Mary,” Abbey said in a low tone. I shook my head.
“What happens was a….”
“Don’t say that, please.. You don’t even know me,” I said stepping back and he followed my steps.
“I want to!” He countered to which I shook my head again. I couldn’t be selfish to destroy our marriage.
“As friends, we can get to know each other,” Abbey insisted, his eyes flashed with mine, his gaze full of heat, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my P@ntiës dampened. I was helpless.
“Ok,” I whispered and my word hung in the air between us. The sound of a horn honking jerked us from our intense stare. Abbey dug in his front pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to me. “That’s my number,” he stretched his hand out. I grabbed it hesitantly before looking up at him again. “You know I would take it?” I asked jokingly.
He shook his head, “No, I prayed you would.”
Gbenga’s car honked again.
“Goodbye, Mary,” he said.
It pained me as we pulled away. I didn’t want to leave, but I held onto the paper, knowing I would see him again. But only as a friend. Tucking the note into my pocket, I grabbed my stuff that was laid out on the counter and left.
Stopping at the door, I turned to look at him one more time, his eyes were already staring deeply at me and I smiled shyly.
“Goodbye, Abbey.”
~ Abbey’s POV ~
Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My lips stuttered as my left hand gripped my ÇOçk firmly while my right hand lay on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself consciously. The image of the pretty damsel, Mary caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but little figure and smooth brown skin. Her beautiful hair that I wanted to grip my hand as I kissed her luscious lips.
The memory of her seeped into my brain. The way my heart thumped loudly inside my chest when I saw her. The electricity I felt when our eyes connected at the restaurant. The lilting sound of her voice when we spoke for the first time. I couldn’t believe I was feeling this way toward a strange. I couldn’t believe I would see her again, and this time drenched, her clothes clinging to every curve on her body. I tried not to stare too hard as to not come off as a creep, but my eyes couldn’t help but linger.
Though I tried positioning my body in certain ways so she wouldn’t be put off, I made sure to give her enough space to make her feel comfortable and safe. I didn’t want her to think I had ill intentions.
As we spent more time together through the night, I noticed I tried my best to ignore it; it seemed impossible. And when we played a card game, I found her pleasurable to be around. I enjoyed seeing her become competitive over a game. Her eyes sparkled in delight when she won and her a boisterous laugh when I acted upset. I loved seeing her smile light up the place and I chose to lose to Mary every game.
Then, when the rain stopped, I found myself becoming upset. I didn’t want to see her leave again. She was a cool person to be around. Then she stood by the bar calling for her husband but he never answered. I really didn’t want her to leave after seeing her filled with such disappointment. I tried not to put my nose into her personal affairs, but I couldn’t help but be concerned. What kind of man doesn’t make sure his wife is okay when she isn’t home? Anything could have happened to her when she was out in the rain.
What if I hadn’t been there? Under no circvmstances did I want to take advantage of her situation, but seeing this woman so sad did some things to me. I didn’t want to see tears on her face. This woman should never be crying unless in happiness or ecstasy.
The only thing I wanted to accomplish that night was to provide comfort. Even though I was a stranger, when our eyes clashed together, we were so close, I couldn’t help myself.
Now, here I am, stroking my d!ck under the streams of the shower and remembering the taste of Mary’s lips. How she responded to me as I f*cked her mouth with my tongue. A groan escaped me as I thought of the wag she said my name. I could only imagine how it would feel if I had my length inside of her. Would she Mõ@n my name over and over? Cream on me as I suckled her B@@bs?
d@mn! I was completely in the world of lust, consumed by Mary’s image; the constant image of us together in different positions brought me to my high, stream of cvm shot oppo out of my d!ck as I came. I could hardly think straight as I took a deep breath.
To be continued…
Frank The Writer
