“Oh My God! What the fuck? Who’s he? You didn’t tell me you were married!”
Roger rolled off my body, quickly gathering up his clothes, stumbling around the room, dropping a sock and picking it back up, searching under the bed for his shoes.
“I’m sorry, man, she told me she wasn’t married, I didn’t touch her, I swear to you, we didn’t really do anything, I promise. Oh shit, I feel sick.”
Roger quickly went into the bathroom and I heard him retching into the toilet. When he finished, I heard him flush and run water in the sink. He came out fully dressed, squeezed around Jeremy in the doorway and left.
I stood up and approached Jeremy.
“Jeremy… I didn’t know you were free tonight. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve met you after work. I’m sorry you came when I… had a visitor. I feel terrible about it.”
It was odd how he just stood there without moving a muscle, looking lost, and not making eye contact with me.
“Jeremy, look at me. Please. You’re upsetting me. I’m so sorry about… what you just saw. You must be so angry at me. Are you mad at me, Jeremy? Please say something… I’m sorry. That guy meant nothing to me. He was just this drunk man I met at the bar a couple of hours ago. I don’t know what I was thinking, bringing him back here. I was just bored and horny, I guess. I made a tremendous mistake. You’re the one I love Jeremy. I can’t express how much I feel for you and now I’ve messed everything up.”
“No, you haven’t, Eve. Everything is OK. Please believe me. Everything is fine between us.”
“No it isn’t. I know I’ve disappointed you. I should’ve just come home after work. Are you mad at me?”
Tears started dripping down my cheeks.
“No. I’m not mad at you at all, Eve. Not at all. Please stop crying.”
“Are you sure? Because if I hurt you in any way, I don’t know what I’m going to do, I don’t think I can go on living without you.”
“Don’t say that. You mustn’t talk like that, Eve. People won’t understand, if they hear you say those things. I’m fine. I was just lost in thought. It’s my fault, really. I’m the one that should be apologizing. I had no right barging in on you like this. Here. I bought you some flowers…”
“That’s very sweet of you, Jeremy. Thank you. They’re very pretty. Are you sure you’re not mad?”
“How could I be mad at someone as lovely as you, Eve?”
“Then… do you forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive.”
Jeremy embraced me. I finally felt like everything would be alright again. He didn’t seem mad at all for my indiscretion. I took the bouquet out of his hand and set it on the bedside table, next to my little black bag. We sat on the edge of the bed together.
“I want you to be free to explore other relationships, Eve. You did nothing wrong at all. The truth is… I was wrong to come here. I’m becoming attached to you, obsessed with you, after you lost your virginity with me yesterday. I drove over to your job and saw you at the bar. I waited for you outside and followed you to your apartment with the gentleman. I have a master set of keys and I let myself in. I’m not sure why I did it. I see now that I invaded your privacy. Do you want me to leave?”
“Absolutely not! You’re spending the night with me, even if I have to tie you to the bed this time.”
Finally, he made eye contact with me and I saw a small smile crease his lips. I took his hand.
“Why did you follow me here, Jeremy? Did you… want to see me with another man?”
“No… I think… you remind me of my ex-wife. Seeing you with someone else made me jealous, but I didn’t lose my temper this time, like I did when I walked in on Debbie having sex with that actor.”
“But it was different with Debbie, wasn’t it? You were married. You were in a committed relationship. It must’ve been a tremendous shock… to see her with that other man.”
“I keep thinking about it. Perhaps she wasn’t happy being with just me. Maybe if I allowed her… more freedom, maybe we never would’ve gone through a divorce.”
“Why get married then? Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I believe that once you get married you should be committed to the other person. With us, it’s different. I would love to be your girlfriend, and be in an exclusive relationship with you. I’d love to have sex with you every day and sleep with you every night, but you’re already involved with two other women. That’s why I took the guy home with me, so I don’t ruin everything between us with my jealousy.”
“I understand, Eve. I’ve put you in an awkward position.”
“I don’t regret a single thing, Jeremy. You made me feel like a normal person for the first time in my life.”
I looked into his eyes and kissed him. He seemed like a young boy at that moment, a virgin who had never slept with a woman. It was such a tender moment between us. It made me love him even more.
As we kissed, I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, exposing his massive, muscled chest. I unzipped his pants and removed the rest of his clothes. I stared down at his relaxed penis and brought it to life by tracing the tip of my index finger up and down his shaft, from the underside of his root to the tiny slit at the tip of his head. As if awakening from a nap, it stretched gracefully upward and outward, becoming thick and engorged with blood. He told me to get one of the condoms out of the bottom of the black bag, rip it open and stretch the latex over his penis. Then he told me to rub lubricating gel over his shaft. He took off my panties and I sat on top of him, slowly sliding his erect penis inside me. He placed his hands on my hips and I rocked back and forth and up and down on his shaft. He sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth and I knew at that moment he was marking me again. I would have a painless colorful bruise the next day for everyone to see. As I felt his penis so deep within me gliding in and out with ease and his mouth and lips sucking so hard on my throat, I came hard on top of him. My hips trembled and convulsed beyond my control, like I was having a seizure.
Jeremy grabbed my tits, threw his head back and moaned out, coming with me at the same time. I had fantastic sex with Jeremy. Again.
After our breathing calmed, Jeremy got out of bed, took his condom off and went into the kitchen. He brought back two glasses of ice water and we both took a long drink. We cuddled up together in bed and suddenly I was sleepy. I put the palms of his hands over my breasts where he liked them.
“That was nice…” I said.
“Mmmm…”
“Jeremy, can I tell you something… I wish I was your wife.”
“Eve… You are my wife.”
I smiled when he said that. I was his wife…
I fell asleep, thinking of the moment I would wake up in the morning, take his large erection into my mouth once again and suck on him until I swallowed every drop of his essence. I would feel it slide over my tongue and slip down my throat. Into me. Into my body. My heart. My soul…
Chapter Seventeen
Jeremy
I arrived at the Express store in Montgomery Mall shortly after 6 on Tuesday night, but at first, I couldn’t find Cynthia. I wandered around the store, looking for her. Perhaps she was in one of the dressing rooms trying something on, or hadn’t arrived yet. After waiting by the dressing rooms, I went back to the front of the store to try to find her.
I saw a woman from behind, dressed very provocatively, with a short skirt, knee high brown leather boots and long red hair, carrying her jacket and a few garments in her arms. When she turned toward me, my eyes went directly to her low cut, V-neck sweater, displaying her ample cleavage and a portion of the light brown rings of her aureoles. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could clearly see her nipples protruding out beneath the fabric. Her breasts jiggled as she walked across the shop. When I looked in her mascara lined eyes, I knew who it was.
“Oh my God, Cynthia, you look fantastic. I didn’t even recognize you. You look completely different. How much weight did you lose?”
“I’m sorry, sir, do I know you?”
“It’s me, Jeremy.”
“Oh. You must be mistaking me for my sister, Cynthia. I’m Sindee. Spelled S I N D E E. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My sister has fallen head over heels in love with you, Jeremy. Now I can see why.”
I could tell it was Cynthia, by her eyes, unless Sin-dee was her identical twin.
“She never mentioned that she had a sister. You look exactly like her.”
“People say that all the time about us. She wasn’t able to make it, so she asked me if I would meet you here in her place. Can you help me, Jeremy?”
“Sure, Sindee. What can I do for you?”
“Can you come back into the dressing room with me to help me try on a few of these dresses? My sister tells me you have good taste in clothes. You can tell me if they look good on me. I want your honest opinion.”
“OK.”
When we got to the dressing rooms, I held back, to wait for her outside.
She took my hand to come with her.
“Don’t you want some privacy?”
“Come with me, Jeremy…”
A salesgirl unlocked the door, told us her name and asked us to call her if we needed anything. I went inside the small space and sat down on a padded bench. After the salesgirl left, Cynthia locked the door, hung up the clothes she wanted to try on, turned to me and pulled off her sweater. Her breasts looked even larger, displayed without a bra, now that she had slimmed down around her waist.
“You look lovely today. Your breasts are even more beautiful than ever.”
“Thank you, Jeremy. My sister had told me you were a very sweet man. I think we’re going to have a fight over you.”
Though I tried to restrain myself, I couldn’t keep from touching her breasts in the boutique. I stood up and cupped her with my palms and held her.
“You really lost a lot of weight since Friday. Are you still fasting, Cynthia?”
“My name’s Sindee. Can you help me with my skirt? There’s a zipper in the back.”
Cynthia turned to me and I unzipped her. She unbuckled a thin belt around her waist and her loose skirt slid off her hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The muscles of her calves and thighs had become tighter and her hips were more defined. I ran my fingers down the sides of her body from her breasts to her thighs and could feel the curved bones of her pelvis.
“Look at you! You’re wasting away to nothing Cynthia. We’ve got to get some food in you. You look like you’ve lost fifteen or twenty pounds since Friday. It’s dangerous to lose that much weight so fast.”
“You keep getting me confused with my sister. She’s the overweight one.”
We looked at each other in the mirror as I held her close to me. I brushed aside the long strands of her red wig and kissed her neck, while my fingers stroked over and through the wet open folds of her vagina. Cynthia looked so sexy in her slimmed down body and alluring boots. She pressed her back side against my erection.
“My sister said you knew how to treat a woman.”
Cynthia turned to me. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She slid down my body, quietly removed my trousers and boxers and placed her hands around my erection.
“Cynthia said you were completely shaved, but I didn’t believe her.”
I removed an emergency condom from my wallet, put it on and sat back on the small bench. Cynthia turned back to face the mirror and straddled me, slipping my penis easily into her womb. She rocked back and forth on my erection as I rubbed her clitoris with my fingertip. I watched her breasts bobbing and swaying in the mirror as she increased the speed of her rocking motion. We tried to make as little noise as possible, but the raw smell of sex began to permeate the room. The salesgirl tapped on the door.
“Everything OK in there?”
“I’m good, but can you see if you’ve got a pair of light grey ankle leggings in size 10? Just put them over the door if you can find one, thank you,” Cynthia said, slightly out of breath.
“I love those! They make you look so skinny. I’ll be right back.”
I kept rubbing her clitoris with my fingers and we both came at the same moment. Cynthia tilted her head back and trembled while I grabbed her breasts and ejaculated.
Cynthia stood up and slipped her skirt and sweater back on. I stood up, wrapped up my used condom in my handkerchief and dressed. The salesgirl knocked on the door again.
“I didn’t find grey leggings in a size 10, but I picked out a couple of similar styles for you to try on in that size.”
“You’re so nice, thank you, but I really wanted grey!”
“Let me look in the back.”
“Thank you.”
Cynthia turned to give me a light kiss.
“Can you zip me up now, honey?”
“You’re a size 10 now?” I said, zipping her skirt.
“Almost. Isn’t it great! I could barely fit into a size 12 last week.”
“You look totally awesome.”
“Thank you, Jeremy.”
“Are you going to try on any of these clothes?”
“I’m going to try to get down to a 6 first, or even a 4 if I can keep starving myself.”
“Would you like me to take you to dinner? You really should eat something.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t you take me to your place and show me the Pleasure Room I heard so much about? I know Cynthia was too much of a chicken-shit to go in, but I’m willing to try. I’m in the mood for a good spanking.”
“I still don’t think we’re ready for the Pleasure Room yet, Cynthia.”
“Jeremy, after a girl lets you do her, especially in public, I think you should try to remember her first name at least. I’m Sin-dee, emphasis on the sin…”
I turned Cynthia back to the mirror and put my arms around her.
“I think Sindee is the girl inside you, trying to come out. But you’re still Cynthia. That’s who you really are.”
“I hope not. I don’t want to be her. I never wanted to be her.”
“What do you mean? Look in the mirror. You are Cynthia. Both women live inside you.”
“I hope not. Tell me how I’m going to lose another dress size with that bloated cow living inside me?”
I started becoming genuinely concerned for the state of Cynthia’s mental health.
“Listen, rather than going back to my place tonight, could I see where you live? I’d like to see you eat a little something, too. It’s not good for your body to fast much longer than a few days. I read that eating grapefruit is the perfect way to come off of a fast. Let’s stop by Whole Foods and make a fruit salad for dinner. You can show me your place. Do you live alone?”