build. I have so much stress built up inside of me that I need this release like I need my next breath. I slide the palms of my hands over my breast so that they lightly run across my nipples. I moan “Yes” as I squeeze my breasts and my legs begin to shake. I can feel Jakari flicking my clit with his tongue and it is driving me crazy. “Oh Gawd! Yesssssss!” I scream as I continue to shake and feel my cream begin to flow.
I open my eyes as I feel my husband’s lips press against mine and I fight the urge to slap his ass. I push him away and lock myself in the bathroom. I take a thirty minute shower which I spend sitting in the corner of our glass encased shower crying.
December 31 st 2013
New Year’s Eve
Jakari
Chandler and I are at the liquor store picking up the stuff we are going to need to stock the bar for the party tonight. I check in the fridge section for Mike’s Hard Lemonade because Qia loves the peach one. We grab E&J, Kahlua, Vodka, Rum, Pepsi, Coke, milk, various Wines, Guinness, ice, lemons, and limes just to name a few things. Chandler is yapping away about this mystery girl that he is bringing to the party but I easily tune him out with my own thoughts. I wish I could talk to my brother about my issues with Qia but I know he is going to take her side. I know he will say that my careless philandering has probably caught up to me so I save myself the aggravation.
I think about how different Qia has been acting. I’m not sure what has been going on with my wife for the past couple of weeks. She has been extremely quiet. I can’t pin point it but I think her attitude changed the day she brought my phone to work instead of hers. I knew she couldn’t have seen anything on my phone because she doesn’t know my password and I haven’t been messing with anyone lately because I want it to just be me and her. No more bullshit, well, except for the last rendezvous I had to have with Anjela to keep her quiet.
Lately I find myself having full blown conversations with Qia and discover that she hasn’t heard a word I’ve said when I notice she hasn’t responded to something I know she normally would have responded to. She seems so distant and consumed with her own thoughts. I have been trying to give her a little space hoping that will allow her to either open up to me about what is going on or resolve the issue on her own so I can forget about how the fuck she has been making me feel the past couple of weeks.
She hasn’t even been wanting to give it up lately and that is definitely unacceptable. I love making love to my wife and exploring every part of her beautiful body but lately Qia always has an excuse as to why we can’t fuck. My head hurts, I had a long day, I have some papers to grade, and the list goes on. That shit threw me for a loop because I am use to getting it in with Qia at least once a day sometimes we fuck multiple times a day. This excuse shit has got to go. I am not a rapist by any means but hell she is my wife and if I am going to be with her, and only her, this is not the time for her to become stingy with the sex.
The other day she was in the kitchen cooking in this yellow lace robe with nothing underneath. She looked sexy as hell. I stood in the door way watching her for a couple of minutes before I approached her from behind. I slid my arms around her waist and pressed my hard on up against her butt as I began to kiss and suck on her neck. She started that bull again trying to get out of sexing me but I caressed her breast through the lace material of her robe and I felt them harden beneath my hand. I was so confused. Her body is responding telling me that she wants it just as bad as I do but the words that came out of her mouth say the exact opposite. However, when I heard her say “I’m not in the mood.” I lost it. I felt like a thief that night because I took it.
I nestled my dick in between her ass
I open my eyes as I feel my husband’s lips press against mine and I fight the urge to slap his ass. I push him away and lock myself in the bathroom. I take a thirty minute shower which I spend sitting in the corner of our glass encased shower crying.
December 31 st 2013
New Year’s Eve
Jakari
Chandler and I are at the liquor store picking up the stuff we are going to need to stock the bar for the party tonight. I check in the fridge section for Mike’s Hard Lemonade because Qia loves the peach one. We grab E&J, Kahlua, Vodka, Rum, Pepsi, Coke, milk, various Wines, Guinness, ice, lemons, and limes just to name a few things. Chandler is yapping away about this mystery girl that he is bringing to the party but I easily tune him out with my own thoughts. I wish I could talk to my brother about my issues with Qia but I know he is going to take her side. I know he will say that my careless philandering has probably caught up to me so I save myself the aggravation.
I think about how different Qia has been acting. I’m not sure what has been going on with my wife for the past couple of weeks. She has been extremely quiet. I can’t pin point it but I think her attitude changed the day she brought my phone to work instead of hers. I knew she couldn’t have seen anything on my phone because she doesn’t know my password and I haven’t been messing with anyone lately because I want it to just be me and her. No more bullshit, well, except for the last rendezvous I had to have with Anjela to keep her quiet.
Lately I find myself having full blown conversations with Qia and discover that she hasn’t heard a word I’ve said when I notice she hasn’t responded to something I know she normally would have responded to. She seems so distant and consumed with her own thoughts. I have been trying to give her a little space hoping that will allow her to either open up to me about what is going on or resolve the issue on her own so I can forget about how the fuck she has been making me feel the past couple of weeks.
She hasn’t even been wanting to give it up lately and that is definitely unacceptable. I love making love to my wife and exploring every part of her beautiful body but lately Qia always has an excuse as to why we can’t fuck. My head hurts, I had a long day, I have some papers to grade, and the list goes on. That shit threw me for a loop because I am use to getting it in with Qia at least once a day sometimes we fuck multiple times a day. This excuse shit has got to go. I am not a rapist by any means but hell she is my wife and if I am going to be with her, and only her, this is not the time for her to become stingy with the sex.
The other day she was in the kitchen cooking in this yellow lace robe with nothing underneath. She looked sexy as hell. I stood in the door way watching her for a couple of minutes before I approached her from behind. I slid my arms around her waist and pressed my hard on up against her butt as I began to kiss and suck on her neck. She started that bull again trying to get out of sexing me but I caressed her breast through the lace material of her robe and I felt them harden beneath my hand. I was so confused. Her body is responding telling me that she wants it just as bad as I do but the words that came out of her mouth say the exact opposite. However, when I heard her say “I’m not in the mood.” I lost it. I felt like a thief that night because I took it.
I nestled my dick in between her ass
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