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We were like teenagers again. We were blasting the music and
Draya stuck her head out the window of the car while I was driving seventy on the freeway. Tangy was in the back drinking the champagne straight from the bottle. We were acting like we didn’t give a fuck about getting pulled over. To be honest, I don’t think we actually did. We finally arrived to the club. The valet driver walked up to my car. I gave him my keys and I and my girls strutted into the club. When we walked in, it was loud and live. There were so many sexy men in there; I could feel myself starting to get hot. Draya, Tangy, and I walked straight to the bar. As I was about to order my drink, I felt someone grab my hand. At first I thought it was one of the girls but when I turned around, I saw a tall chocolate man with dreads. He smiled at me and I almost went blind. He had more gold in his mouth than a damn gold mine.

He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear
, “Would you like to dance?”

I wanted to say hell no
, but I smiled and politely said, “Not right now, maybe later.”

I didn’t give time to beg. I immediately turned around and ordered my perfect patron with an extra shot.
Draya looked at me with big grins on their face. I frowned and shook my head at them. They knew I was married and if I was going to be all in some strange man’s face flirting, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been Mr. Gold mouth over there in the corner. He made sure to stand right across the room so he could keep his eyes on me. He kept waving and smiling. All I saw was gold. After the girls ordered their drinks, I suggested that we move to another spot in the club. By now, I was on my fourth glass of perfect patron. Before I knew it, I was in the middle of the dance floor grinding my hips to a Jamaican beat.

While I was bending over twerking my ass, I felt a pair of warm hands grab my waist. I didn’t even turn around to see
who he was. I closed my eyes and put my hands up and began slow grinding on him. I could feel his dick poking my ass so I started grinding harder on him. He was on beat and he followed my every move. His moves were so smooth that I could barely keep up. He smelled delicious and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I imagined that he was the man on the island. I could feel my pussy starting to get warm. The thong I had on wasn’t doing a good job of absorbing my juices. Still dancing, I turned around to face him and when I looked at him, I almost gasped. His features were so breath taking. I know it was dark in the club, but I could tell he was fine even with the lights on. He looked at me and smiled. I was relieved that he didn’t have any gold teeth, but I could tell that he might’ve wore braces because his teeth were too straight and his smile was magnifying.

While I was standing there in a daze, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear
, “You’re beautiful.”

His voice wasn’t too deep and it wasn’t too light. It was just right. I wanted him to pick me up and carry me out of the club like I was his Queen. The music was so loud that, we had to talk in
each other’s ear.

“Thank you
,” I responded with a wide smile on my face.                            

The club was about to close. I looked around trying to see if I could spot
Draya and Tangy. I didn’t want to leave this mysterious man but I had to look for them. He walked with me as I was looking for the girl. After searching all around the club, my feet began to hurt. I finally spot Draya at the bar sitting on some random guy’s lap tongue kissing him. I walked up to her without even acknowledging the man.

“Have you seen Tangy?”

She was so drunk; I don’t even think she knew who I was. Minutes later, Tangy came staggering out of the ladies room.

“Tangy!” I yelled. I was waving my hands everywhere like I was at a rap concert.

I finally got her attention and she smiled and waved back. I could tell she was more fucked up than me and Draya put together. I walked over to her and grabbed her arm. I snatched Draya off that guy’s lap and we exited the club, as didn’t cross my mind, not even once while I was gone. While I was waiting for the valet driver to bring me my car, I felt someone grab my hand and I turned around and saw the guy I was dancing on. He appeared much taller and I loved the fact that his skin was chocolate. He was even sexier than I thought he would be.

He moved in closer and asked
, “Can I have your number?”

I didn’t know whether to tell him I was married or not say anything. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to give him my number.
I looked up and stared into his eyes and they spoke to me. They were so deep and beautiful. I couldn’t tell him no so I took his phone from his hand and programed my name and number in it.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Darius,”

He was sexy and he had a sexy name. He made me feel like a little girl. I couldn’t stop blushing. He leaned forward and I thought he was about to kiss me but he whispered in my ear
, “Goodnight gorgeous.”

It’s been a while since a man complimented me and it was sad that I can’t remember the last time my husband did it. I waved bye and got in my car. When I pulled up to the house,
Draya and Tangy were both asleep. I had to go in the house and get Michael so he could help me drag them inside. I opened the door and saw Michael sprawled out in the same position that he was in before I left. I knew he was in a deep sleep because he was snoring. I walked over to him and tapped his chest.

“Michael
get up. I need you to help me bring the girls inside.”

He made this grunt sound, ignored me and rolled over.

“Michael!” I yelled.

He didn’t move. I wanted to take my shoe off and hit his ass with it. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the car. I shook Tangy trying to get her up. She was too drunk to get out the car like a normal person would. I grabbed her by the arm and took her upstairs to my room. Packing Tangy wasn’t the issue. Her ass was the size of the moon
, so I wasn’t about to risk throwing my back out just to carry her. I finally got her to the bed and we both fell on it. I landed on top of her. I couldn’t help but laugh because we looked so silly. I finally got Dray up the stairs and laid her on the bed. I took off my shoes and changed my clothes and lay in the middle. There was no way I was going to let them go anywhere in this position. I was surprised that I made it home in one piece. I was one drink away from losing my damn mind.

While
lying down, I thought about how good my night was. I wanted to do this more often. I started thinking about Darius and how sexy he was. He was also a gentleman. Just by the little conversation we had, I could feel our connection. Even though I didn’t know him, I liked him. I felt bad for not telling him I was married. If I would’ve told him, he would’ve backed away and I wanted to get to know him. I didn’t have plans of cheating on Michael. I just wanted some affection and my husband wasn’t giving me that. I don’t even think he would notice that another man had my attention. I fantasized about Darius until I drifted off to sleep.

I struggled to open my eyes as the rays from the sun beamed down on my forehead. As soon as I lifted my body, I felt this intense pounding in my head. It felt like someone took a brick and hit me in the head while I wasn’t looking. I put my hand on my forehead hoping that the pressure would relieve the migraine. I finally found the strength to stand up. I walked downstairs and seen Draya and Tangy lying on the couch watching TV. I was surprised that they were still here.

“What time is it?” I asked as I walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

“1:30,” Tangy responded.

They
didn’t look like she had been drinking all night. I was the only one feeling like I was about to pass out and I didn’t drink nearly as much as they did. I walked in the garage and noticed that Michael’s car wasn’t parked. I didn’t even care that he hadn’t called. I was tired and felt like shit. Cooking was not in my plans and neither was leaving the house so pizza. I decided to order dominoes. When I grabbed my phone from the dresser, I noticed that I had a missed call from a number that I didn’t recognize. It was relieving to know that it wasn’t an unknown call.  After I ordered pizza, I returned the call. The phone rang four times and there was finally a voice at the other end of the call.

The deep voice answered
, “Hello.”

I pause for a second trying to see if the voice sounded familiar to me.

“Hello, did someone call Tiffany?” I asked.

“You sound just as beautiful as you did in person.”

A big grin crept up on my face. I knew exactly who it was.

“Hi Darius, how are you?”

He yawned and replied

“Oh I’m good. Just a little tired from last night.”

I smiled and sarcastically said, “I bet.”

We both laughed.

I was twirling my hair with my finger and giggling like a silly school girl.

“So what is your occupation?”

He cleared his throat and replied, “I’m a doctor.”

I was definitely impressed. What the hell was a doctor doing in the club I
wondered? I guess professionals were allowed to have fun. Hell I was a prosecutor, but I was all in the club shaking my ass like a stripper. We talked for ten more minutes until I heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, I’m about to eat. I will call you later.”

After we hung up I went to the door and got the pizza. I walked into the living room and Tangy and Draya was staring at me.

“You and the pizza man must’ve been having a good ass conversation”
Draya joked.

Rolling my eyes and smiling, I just said
, “Whatever.”

They were so drunk last night that I don’t even think they remember seeing me talk
ing to Darius. If they didn’t ask, I wasn’t going to tell. I told Draya everything, but Tangy and I didn’t talk like that and I didn’t want her telling Carl something like this. After we ate, we laughed and talked for a while then Tangy and Draya went their separate ways and once again, I was home alone. Sprawled out on the couch, I held my hand over my forehead. The medicine and food didn’t do much to relieve my migraine. I looked around the living room and sighed. There were empty bottles and pizza boxes on the floor along with paper scattered everywhere. I didn’t realize that the house looked this fucked up. Ever since I found those stains on Michael’s boxers, I chose not to clean shit until I knew what the hell that stain was. The house was too dirty for me to stay mad about it.

I reluctantly got up and gathered all the trash and threw it away. I washed the dishes and decided to wash clothes. While sorting the clothes out, I came across those same boxers. I carefully examined them looking for any clues that I might’ve missed. I held the underwear and stared off into space as if I was waiting for an answer to pop up. I shook my head and put them in the washing machine. I went back through all of his pockets but there was nothing suspicious there. Once the house was clean, I took a quick shower and
lay down. The hot water is what I needed. I was guessing that the smell of alcohol that lingered on my body was giving me the headache.

While staring at the ceiling, I recapped on my night. I kept thinking about Darius and how cute he was. His skin was smooth like butter and his smile made me want to melt into his arms. He was very charming and he made me blush. I always thought that Michael was the only man that I could find myself being attracted to. Seeing
me with someone else was unimaginable but that changed last night. Cheating on my husband wasn’t an option. I just wanted someone other than a woman and Carl to talk to. I was also trying to figure out how to tell Darius that I was a married woman. Not telling him would be bad, but telling him would probably be just as bad. I sighed and rolled over. A nap was much needed.                                                                                          

I felt this tap on my shoulder. At first I ignored it because I was too deep off in my sleep to respond. I felt another
tap and finally opened my eyes to see Michael standing over me with a serious face. I stared at him trying to make out his facial expression. He kneeled down next to me and asked, “Do you want to go get something to eat. I was going to head out and thought I’d ask?”

I waited and
thought about it for a second and then declined.

“No, I’m really tired so
I’m going to stay here. Just bring me something back.”

It wasn’t like me to turn Michael down but I really didn’t want to be in his presence. Things would be good one second and a week from
now; he would do something to piss me off so I didn’t want to set myself up for failure. He gave me the puppy dog eyes but that shit was not fazing me at all. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. He must’ve got my hint because he stood up and got the fuck out of my face. After I heard the door close, I got out of bed and looked out the window waiting for Michael’s car to pull out of the driveway. As soon as he drove off, I walked over to my phone and stared at it for a minute. My heart was pounding fast. Although I wasn’t necessarily cheating physically, I was cheating emotionally. I fantasized about Darius and what it would be like to lay in his arms. I wasn’t sure if I felt bad about the feeling that I was having. I took a deep breath and called Darius. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello beautiful
,” he answered.

I immediately started smiling. This man’s voice set my soul on fire. I didn’t know if I was just vulnerable or what. Usually, I would think that these
types of compliments were corny coming from a man that I didn’t know but Darius was different.

“Hey
,” I answered in a girly tone.

I felt silly for that
, but I could barely control myself. I then got a little serious and took a deep breath.

“Darius, I have something to tell you.” I took another deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m married.”

We were both silent and he finally spoke

“Okay
,” he sighed.

“But it’s not all that great
,” I immediately interrupted before he could speak.

I didn’t want to give up that easily. Hell Michael and I
weren’t getting along and his behavior was getting crazier every day, so it’s not like I was trying to play him for no reason. I kept trying to defend my situation, hoping that he would understand.

“I mean, we haven’t been getting along. He just invited me out to get some food but I declined. He’s not the same man that I’ve
known for ten years.”

Darius sighed again and said
, “Wow ten years? You guys have some serious history. I don’t want to come between that and I don’t want to cause problems in your home.”

Without realizing it, I raised my voice and yelled
, “But you won’t!”

‘O
h goodness,’
I thought to myself.

I hope he didn’t think I was some maniac for that out like that. He was silent for a while and finally he said
, “Okay Tiffany, I’ll just take your word for it.”

A wide smile crept over my face. I was expecting him to hell no and hang up in my damn face. With the way he responded to my situation, I knew that he would’ve left my ass standing in the parking lot looking stupid if I would’ve told him that last night.
I guess Michael decided to sit down and eat by himself because he never returned, but I was fine with that because that gave me time to get to know Darius. The more we talked on the phone; I started learning a lot about him like the fact that he was a single successful doctor. I also found out that he was a very funny guy. There would be times in our conversation that he would say something and I would laugh so hard that I had to hold my stomach. Darius definitely brought some relief to my life and that’s just what I needed. It was nice to be able to sit on the phone with the opposite sex and feel comfortable. I didn’t feel like I had to give up sex. He was on the same level that I was on. We both just wanted a good conversation and that affection. I was hoping that this would last forever because it felt so good. It was like a breath of fresh air. It was new and that’s what attracted me.

After hours of talking to Darius, I heard the key jiggling in the door. I didn’t want Darius to know why I was rushing him off the phone so I politely said
, “Hey is it okay if I call you back? I have to handle some business.”

He said okay I hung up and quickly put my phone on the dresser.

“Tiffany!” Michael yelled up to me.

I rolled my eyes and went downstairs.

“What took you so long?” I asked as I looked in the bag trying to see what kind of food he bought.

“I sat down and ate. You never did tell me what you wanted
, so I brought you some Chinese food. Can’t go wrong with that,” he smiled.

I smiled back and
took the food out the bag. I noticed it was a little cold, but I chose not to complain.

“So how are you feeling baby?” Michael asked as he ran his hand across my face.

‘Here we go with this off and on lovey dovey shit,’
I thought to myself.

“I’m fine. How are you feeling Michael?”

He through his head back and responded, “To be honest, I’m tired as fuck; work has been kicking my ass. It’s like there’s not enough hours in the day. Dealing with these crazy motherfuckers isn’t easy.”

I could hear the stress in his voice. I started to wonder if I was being too hard on him. I knew for a fact that his job wasn’t easy. I didn’t respond. I just held my head down and ate my food. After dinner, I washed dishes. While cleaning the kitchen counter, I felt Michael’s hands rubbing on my body. I closed my eyes and instantly forgot where I was. He lifted my gown up slowly and started caressing my ass. He starting m
assaging and slapping it, my pussy then started throbbing like it had a pulse. He bent down and softly kissed my ass. I leaned closer towards the cabinet and poked my ass out ready and waiting for whatever he was going to give me. I didn’t have any panties on so it was easy access. He then spread my ass cheeks trying to get to my pussy. Suddenly, I felt his wet thick tongue inside of me. I could feel my cum starting to drip out all over his face. His tongue absorbed every drop like a sponge. My knees were starting to buckle as he flickered inside of my body.

Before I knew it,
my thighs were clamped so tight on his head that I thought I was going to accidentally suffocate him. After he pulled his tongue out of my pussy, he began tongue kissing my clit. The shit felt so good that I wanted to beat on the counters. When I thought shit was going bad between us, he would pull me right back in. It’s almost like his timing was perfect. All of a sudden, he stopped. I wanted to take his head and shove it back between my cheeks but like a good girl, I decided to wait and see what else he was going to surprise me with. Without warning, he stuck his fingers inside of me. I let out this moan that I wasn’t even familiar with. He played with my pussy like keys on a piano. When he pulled his fingers out, he ran them across my lips. I started licking and sucking my juices off of his finger. I sucked on his shit like it was the real deal. I then started kissing on him and sucking on his bottom lip. I moved down to his neck. I slowly moved toward his abs and kissed all six bumps until I made it all the way to his dick. I began licking on the head. He threw his head back and grabbed my hair. I licked around it like an ice cream cone. I licked all the way down to the base and slithered my tongue back up to the head of his dick and stuck all ten inches of his dick in my mouth. It was so deep in my throat that, I almost gaged. It felt so good to him that every time I pulled away, he would shove his dick further down my throat. I sucked him like the both of our lives depended on it. I could feel the veins on his dick with my tongue.

He quickly pulled it out of my mouth and laid me on the kitchen table. The force of his dick was so powerful that my body almost went into shock. His shit was so strong that he could lift weights with it.
With every stroke, he grunted. He looked me dead in the eyes and I knew exactly what he wanted to say. We’ve always had this unspoken bond that we didn’t need to verbalize. It’s like he was looking right through my soul. Michael snatched me from the table and laid me on the floor. He held me close and dug his dick into my body. Out of nowhere, I started crying. I could no longer hold in what I was receiving from my husband. He kissed me passionately as we made love. After more than a few strokes, I felt this warm sensation in my body and Michael’s body went limp. We were breathing heavy and the sweat from Michael’s face was dripping down on my body like pouring rain. He laid on me and put all of his body weight on me almost smothering me. He then lifted his head up and looked me deeply in the eyes.