Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #3

MAKE-UP SEX?


“I wish you would take your ass home, so your crazy ass husband can stop calling me!” Clarissa laughed, as she took a sip from her coffee mug.

I almost choked on my iced tea and I tried to swallow, hearing her recommendation.

“I’m not ready to deal with him yet. I can’t see him now. It’s still too raw. He had that bitch in my house, fucking her, and I saw it. Can you even get that into your skull? What if it was your man?”

“Oh, that’s easy! He’d have a knife shoved in his back, and you’d be trying to make my bail, right about now,” she chuckled.

“Ha, ha! Well, I wanted to kill him, and that’s why I put miles between us.”

“I know you haven’t talked to him yet, have you? He thought I was hiding you out here. He even drove by here. I saw his car through my bedroom window.”

“No, I’ve been too busy to talk to him.”

“I bet, with that hot ass dick rammed up in your snatch. Oh yeah, you were busy all right, you heffa!”

I snorted at her, recalling my three-day fuck fest with Alfonso. He was insatiable, and so was I. I didn’t know how he was getting his job done, because it seemed he was spending more of his shift in my room than anywhere else. As soon as he got off, he made a bee-line to my room, and fucked me until I couldn’t move. It was the most exciting three days and nights of my life. But now I had to get back. I knew my friend was right. I needed to reclaim my life, and confront my husband.

Just as we were discussing my options, my phone rang again. For the millionth time, it was Brad.

“Would you take his damn call please? Because he’ll only call me again if you don’t pick it up. Please!”

I finally relented, sucking in my breath and pushing the button.

“Brad,” I said dryly. “What the fuck do you want? Why do you keep blowing up my phone? I have no desire to talk to you.”

“Just what do you mean, running off like that! I’ve been going out of my mind looking for you, not knowing if you were dead or alive. You could have at least left me a message, just to let me know if you were ok. I’d never do that to you, I don’t care what goes down between us.”

“Blah blah blah. You didn’t give a fuck about me, bringing your bitch to my house to fuck her. So what do you care what I do?”

“Look, I know you won’t believe me, but it didn’t all go down like that. We need to talk. When are you coming home? I need to see you Tate. I haven’t even been able to go to work myself, cause I’ve been going out of my mind worried about you. Please come home baby. Please.”

He sounded so pitiful. And this was my Alpha-male husband, Mr. Corporate Attorney, the take-no-prisoners-always-in-control man. He never let anything get next to him. But now, he sounded like he was about to die, scared that I wouldn’t be back. Did it matter to him that much? I felt a crumb of empathy for him, and decided to give him a few hours of my time.

“Ok, I’ll come back, but just to talk, I’m not staying.”

“Good, thanks babe. You coming now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Clarissa was sitting there looking dead at me, inhaling every word.

“Thank goodness! Now I can get him out of my hair!”

“Don’t get too happy,” I warned. “I may be back, cause I don’t want to stay there. I can’t stay with him.” I gulped down the rest of my tea and grabbed my purse, trying to think what I would say to the man.

“Look, he fucked somebody, and now you fucked somebody. You’re even. Go home and try to work the shit out. You two have too much invested in each other to break up. He’s a man, and they will cheat. Maybe he got it out and now that he knows you won’t take it, he’ll be good.”

“I don’t know. But keep your guest room ready for me.”

I collected my things and headed out to face the dragon.

I pushed open one of the double oak doors to my once happy home. Everything was still where I left it, except I did see some dirty dishes in my dining room, on the table. I’d kill Brad for that. He knew how anal I was about having my house clean. I walked through the quiet rooms, looking for signs of Brad. Then I heard his voice from upstairs.

“Tate, that you?”

“Who else would it be? Another of your whores?”

I slowly trudged up the stairs, remembering the turmoil I felt the day I ran out of there. I entered the bedroom to find Brad sitting on the bed, wearing only a thin silk robe. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower, his skin looking damp and little droplets of water were glistening in his hair. He sprung off the bed and leapt towards me with open arms. I countered by trying to avoid him, but he caught me and hugged me anyway.

“Tate, I’m so glad to see you. I didn’t think you were ever coming home. You had me so worried. If anything had happened to you—“

“Yeah, whatever Brad.” I tried to remain cold and aloof, but in reality the smell of my favorite cologne on his skin, and feeling the heat of his body was turning me on. Even though I wanted him dead, the feeling of being in his powerful arms and feeling his virile body pressing against me still touched off a chain reaction in my pussy. I was getting heated, and his dick, oh hell, it was partially erect and pressing against my body, just begging for me to touch it. He was counting on that shit. That was why he had on the thin robe. I couldn’t let him know I was having a reaction.

He tried to kiss me, but I had to draw the line there. I stepped away, pulled away from him. I could tell he didn’t like that.

“Don’t Brad. Don’t try to hug me and kiss me and act like I didn’t catch you downstairs fucking Lilly. Don’t insult me like that.”

The man shocked the shit out of me. He fell to his knees in front of me, begging me for forgiveness.

“Tate please, baby I’m so sorry. I fucked up big time, and you have every right to be angry. But please, please don’t leave again. I love you so much, and I’ll do what ever you say to make this up to you. I was a fool baby. I have the best woman in the world, and I almost lost you. Please forgive me.”

He was looking up at me, holding my hands, with his face right in front of my crotch. I thought about all the times he had licked me into submitting to him, and what a good man I thought he was, but now that all was tarnished. I tried to pull away from him again, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Get off me Brad. I don’t want to fuck you. Not now, not ever. Your apology is too little too late. Should have thought about me before you put your dick in some other woman.”

He wasn’t backing down. The more I struggled to get free, the tighter he held me, locking his arms around me and burying his head under my shirt, kissing my stomach around my navel. He knew that was one of my spots and that drove me wild.

“Please Tate, please give me another chance. I love you baby.”

I was starting to lose my will to be hard with each kiss he planted on my abdomen. He pulled my skirt down, revealing my black lace panties. When I felt his hot breath right there at my mound, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out. His tongue was like magic. Even after three days of hot sex with Alfonso, Brad could still get a rise out of me. I hated him for what he did, but I still loved him. I felt my hand grazing the top of his head, pushing him to let his lips do their favorite thing to me.

Right on cue, he pulled my panties down and pulled my legs apart, getting his head in position. I was throbbing, my breath shortening, feeling his tongue reaching out for my clit. His hands cupped my ass, then he rubbed his thumb against my clit. He separated my lips, and licked his tongue in. I thought I was going to melt on the spot. My anger and hostility started to dissipate against my will, as he let his tongue bring me to a quick orgasm. He knew exactly how to hit me, how to lick me and how much pressure to use, and he used that to his advantage to have me clawing at his shoulders.

He sucked and lapped me right through my convulsions, then he licked up my body, rising to unbutton my blouse and pull my breasts out of my bra. He sucked and caressed each nipple with his tongue, starting the fire burning in between my legs again. I couldn’t even lie and tell him I wanted him to stop. I felt his mammoth dick pressing against me as he stood up, bringing his lips into mine. This time I didn’t deny him. I let him impale my lips with his tongue. He kissed me ravenously, grabbing my hair, then raking his hands up and down my back. I pushed his robe off him, rubbing my hands all over his muscular body. He took my hand and wrapped it around his brick-hard dick. I had really missed the feel of his manhood resting against me, pressing inside me. And I wanted to feel it again.

“Touch me baby, feel your dick. He missed his pussy so much. Don’t take that away from him.”

Brad kissed me and pulled me over to the bed, pulling me on top of him. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor. I leaned over him, straddling his hips, and stared into his sexy gray eyes. He truly looked sorry. Even though I wasn’t finished punishing him, I knew I still loved him. I rolled over on my back so he could get in his favorite working position. He took the top, grabbing my legs and spreading them, getting himself positioned between them. He leaned over me, grinding his lips against mine, and rubbing his body into me like I would float away if he didn’t. He stared down into my face.

“I love you Tate, do you still love me?”

He was slipping his dick inside me, causing me to lose my breath as I tried to respond.

“Yes baby, I still love you.”

He was on me close, sliding his dick in me slowly, getting me so wet I thought I had already come. He was using long, languid strokes, holding his body tightly against mine. It felt incredible, as that inflamed dick pulled me apart, working in and out slowly until I was sopping up all twelve inches. Brad was taking his time, rubbing my clit, pinching and nibbling at my nipples, doing everything to make sure I came hard over his dick. He worked me with precision, setting my pussy walls on fire and making the desire to come build up so intensely that I burst all over him, my body heaving and contracting and trembling at his touch. I was clawing at his back and screaming his name out in his ear.

“Oh Brad, yessss baby, oh yessssss...”

“That’s right baby, come for me, give Big Boy what he needs. Fucking you is hot baby, and now I’m gonna get mine.”

Brad pulled my hips up and started drilling me, like he was at a punch press. He started slamming me harder, now that I was wide open and dripping wet. He was grunting and groaning with his eyes rolled back in his head. My pussy was still broiling hot and all that friction was driving me to another orgasm. I felt him come, and I started rubbing my clit to push myself over again, amplifying the throbbing of his dick inside me, pumping me with his seed.

Brad finally let my hips go, falling out on the bed next to me, and pulling me over onto him. I buried my lips on his, as we groaned into each other’s mouths. Then I buried my head into his hairy chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. He ran his fingers through my hair, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you Tate,” he mumbled, as he dozed off into a light snore.

I laid there in my husband’s arms, still euphoric from the orgasms, but not satisfied that his admissions were good enough. There was still more to his story, and I would get to the bottom of it. I kissed his chest and watched him sleep, devising my action plan as I listened to his heart beats return to normal.