Denise is ignoring me. She has been for about a week or two. I lost count. Darius has been home, leaving me no chance to confront her. In my defense, the last time I tried to do that, she bolted out of the kitchen. At this point, I’m not sure I want to do it again. She’s acting like I’m the problem.
My stomach tightens in hunger and I force myself out of the bed.
No one is home. But I throw on a shirt and a pair of clean shorts. I need a bath but that will come after brunch. Mentally, I sift through the requirements of a recent client as I head into the kitchen. If he doesn’t accept the new adjustments, then I might need to show up at the office later. Maybe the ear-chewing from my boss will get my head back in the game.
There’s a steel pot and saucepan on the cooker. I remove the lid of the pot. Spaghetti. A reddish sauce is in the frying pan. I scoop some food into a plate, take out a carton of juice and drag a stool to the island to eat.
I haven’t been able to eat at the dining room since I caught Darius and Denise kissing there, his hand between her legs. He’s her husband but really? Making out with him the next day after she was rubbing her pussy against my leg? They could have been more subtle or used their fucking bedroom. But what do I know?
At the sound of footsteps and a feminine voice, my head raises. The person laughs. Oh, no.
Denise. I don’t want to talk to her.
I grab my plate and jump to my feet the second she enters. She looks good in a blue top tucked into a pencil skirt that highlights her curves. In truth, my brother’s hot wife looks good in everything.
Our eyes meet and I’m the first one to look away. Denise plugs the phone between her shoulder and ear. “Give me a second,” she murmurs to whoever is on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, just a minute. Stay on the line.” To me, she whispers, “Thank God you’re here. We need to talk.”
Talk? No way. She holds up a finger for me to wait but I’m already leaving the kitchen, brunch abandoned. It might have taken a while but I now get the memo. My brother’s wife is off-limits.
In my room, I open the windows to let in natural light. I did the right thing, yeah? Nothing good will come out of a conversation with her. My fingers mess up my hair. I bang my head against the wall but nothing helps. Maybe I should have waited. What if she had something super important to tell me?
I pace the length of my room. Fuck it. I need a long, cold bath. So far, cold baths have helped to quell all my dirty fantasies about Denise. With that thought in mind, I jump into the shower.
Cold water jets down my body. I tug on my hair from the roots, welcoming the pain that travels down to every part of my tense body. This is better than hearing her moans and screams as Darius fucks her every night. He hasn’t hit her since his arrival or she has learned to be quiet. He has been attentive, buying her gifts and shit.
I’m reluctant to leave the comfort of the shower but I have to. I stand in front of the mirror, stare at my cock before tying a towel around my waist. I haven’t been with another woman since that night. Denise fucked me in the head badly. The only sound I want from any woman’s lips is my name chanted like a symphony. And that’s the problem. No one sounds like Denise. No one looks like her.
Walking into my room, I stop at the vanity to uncap my body lotion. Smelling and looking good is one smooth way into a lady’s panties. Plus, It boosts your confidence. No one wants to fuck someone with body odour.
Water runs down my temples and drips to my chest, creating more wet trails down my abs. I run the other towel over my hair to absorb the water, use the other to dry my body as well as I can.
The door squeaks open. A full head of dark curls pokes inside. Denise’s brows furrow as she tries to find me. She catches my eyes and offers me a gorgeous smile. I don’t reciprocate the gesture.
“David,” she says and enters inside without my permission. My dick greets her presence with a slight jerk. She leans on the door. “We need to talk, David. We can’t keep ignoring each other.”
That’s quite rich coming from her. She has been doing the ignoring, I only played along. “I’m not ignoring you, ma.” My tone is as flat as my dick. Unwelcoming. “I don’t have anything to say to you, Denise.” She winces at the use of her full name. I place one hand on my waist. “Leave.”
Denise throws her hands up in the air. “Okay. I’m sorry, David.” My dick reacts again with a stir. Damn her. She walks further into the room. Bad idea. Her robe slips open and I see she’s wearing that skimpy nightwear. “I shouldn’t have treated you like that. But what would you have me do?”
The same thing she did when her ‘awesome’ husband was home. Act like I didn’t exist. Cancel an outing we had planned months ago. Lie about being sick to avoid being in the same room with me only to hear her screaming Darius’s name as they fucked. I wouldn’t have her do anything.
“Nothing.” My dick is fully awake now, reminding me of the thickness hidden by that nightie. One tug and I can see all of her. If her gaze falls below my waist, she might notice the indentation of my dick on my towel. A dick wants what it wants. I point to the door, “I need you to leave my room. Please go.”
The damned woman crosses her arms over her chest, exposing her rack to my hungry eyes. No bra, just boobs. I clench my hands by my sides. The devil is working extra time but I won’t fall.
“Leave now, Denise or I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Denise squares her shoulders and I let out a whisper, “Please.” I need to do the right thing. “Go.” “But I already said I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’m sorry I cancelled. I’m sorry I lied.” The long buried anger floats to the surface. It took me weeks to get the reservation only for her to wake up one beautiful sunny day and cancel. No good explanation. Nothing to follow it up. But I’m past caring about that. In an odd way, it’s good this happened, we need to set things straight. “Just leave.” Badly in need of a distraction, I move to the dresser to pick up my phone, anything I can touch but her. Denise ambles to the door and my chest falls in acceptance. Finally. I jump as the click of a door locking echoes in the room. Fuck. Meeting my gaze, she takes her first step towards me. “Denise!” The warning in my voice doesn’t deter her. I swallow hard with each step forward. She pries the phone from my hand and sets it on the d
Excitement zips through me. It’s a struggle keeping a stern face. “If the queen says so.” “She says so.” We haven’t even kissed and she is about to get blowjob lessons. No worries. We will do things backward. I guide her to the bed. Before sitting, I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back to stare into her eyes. She stares back with determination and zero regrets. The curtains rustle, drawing our attention to what we are about to do. I am about to commit a sin with my brother’s wife and that kind of sucks. Where’s my loyalty? I may hate Darius’s behaviour but this isn’t the right step. Now is a great time to end it. Sensing my withdrawal, Denise caresses my balls and I am back on track. “David.” She brushes her lips against mine, nibbles on my chin and whispers, “Show me.” “Are you sure, Denny? I won’t be mad if you say no.” In fact, I want her to say no because I can’t bring myself to say it myself. Is it wrong
It’s 11:30 pm and I am doing the dishes. Why? Because I’m bored. Okay, I volunteered to do it and Denise made the maids take the evening off. I only did it because I thought Denise would come to the kitchen to tease me. Getting her alone has become tough with Darius’s arrival. I hear the distant sound of footfalls but I don’t look up. Lather splashes everywhere as I turn over a plate to sponge it. The steps falter. I look up to see Denise leaning on the door. My heart skips a beat. I school my face into a mask to hide my excitement. She came. She came to tease me. Seconds bleed into minutes but Denise hasn’t made a sound and I’m dying to hear her voice. I towel dry the dishes and leave them on the counter. The only light turned on in the kitchen is the corner light by the sink. I catch her sagged shadow on the window above the sink and my pulse jumps. Something is wrong. “Denny?” I ask as I begin the walk towards her. She pushes herself away f
Two days later, Darius hits Denise again. And the next morning, he’s sporting a scratch on his jaw and a cut under his eye. It’s nothing huge but my chest swells with pride. My princess fought back. The second we are alone, I drag her into my room for a searing kiss. Denise gasps with surprise but the sound is swallowed by my mouth. We break the kiss grinning at each other. Her hands spread on my chest. There’s a proud glint in her brown eyes. “I really tried, David. For you.” “No,” I say with a shake of my head. “For you, Denny. For yourself.” I kiss her again, hungrily, pinning her against the door so I can feel her soft body moulding into mine. “But I’m proud of you, my princess.” Her hands move below my waist but I grab them. “So fucking proud of you.” “Then make me come.” “I will,” I promise. “But I have work to do now.” If I didn’t, I would already be on my knees to worship her. Reluctantly, I back away from her and her eyes darken with lust and
Denise doesn’t have to say it twice. I dive on the bed, hands clasped behind my head, dick at attention. She licks her lips again and climbs atop me. “Don’t do anything, okay? Let me do it.” I can’t help but nod. Denise smiles at me one last time and leans forward to place a kiss on my lips. I try to deepen it but she breaks it off and moves to my neck. Denise scatters feather-like kisses all over my collarbone. Her moves are slow and calculated, kissing every inch of my skin. My arms sneak around her waist to pull her down on my dick and she pinches my ear. Pain zips through me and she sticks out her tongue, eyes promising to do it again if I disobey her. This is pure fucking torture. It’s hard to keep still but I manage to do so as her hot lips leave kisses all over my naked body. She trails a path from my collarbone to my belly button. My dick jerks. “Naughty,” Denise says with a grin. Mischief twinkles in her eyes, she pats my dick like it’s a toy and mut
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