her assistants helping her bring the chafer’s filled with delicious food into the kitchen. She turns around to go back to the car when I say “Hi Ma” and lean in for a hug.
“Hi baby!” She smiles like she is having the time of her life.
I wish that I could be as happy as everyone else seems to be about this party but honestly I am still hurting from the photo I found on Jakari’s phone. I don’t even know how to address him with it. We have only been married a month and I have divorce options floating around in my head. I find myself trying to be more independent of him now that I have this new information. He keeps me under his thumb basically and I really don’t ever know what he is doing or if he really is where he claims to be when he is not with me. That is the main reason why he was able to sneak off on our honey moon and have his dick or what is supposed to be MY dick shoved down some other woman’s throat. “Thanks for all of this Ma.”
“Girl you look and sound like someone has died. What is going on?” My mother asked with concern owning her tone. There is no way I can tell my mother what I found. I truly believe in the saying don’t let people into your relationship unless you are positive it is over because while you may forgive your spouse your family and friends don’t. So I pause for a moment and choose my words wisely.
“I’ve just been tired that’s all, Ma.” I smile and turn to walk out the kitchen.
“Ummmm are we sure there isn’t a grandbaby or two in the oven?” She says smiling with her eyes twinkling with hope.
“NO!” I respond more harshly than I meant too. I try to follow my response with a small laugh hoping she won’t notice my strong displeasure with even the thought of being pregnant. It seems to work because I hear her laughing and she heads down the hall and out the door and I continue down the hall to my bedroom to get dressed.
I take my spot back in the middle of the closet and continue to stare at my clothes and debate what I want to wear tonight. As I stand there my mind wanders back over the past few weeks and how I have been trying to not have sex with Jakari because I can’t stop wondering how many women I am following up behind. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that I am not the only one he is sliding up in. What if he is not using protection? I mean he certainly isn’t using it with me.
I try so hard to say no but my body belongs to him. He touches me and every part of me reacts against my will. I love my husband and I have been attracted to him and only him for so long that he has even made me cum without even touching my pussy. I couldn’t believe it. We were at his parent’s house and he knew that I would never have sex in his parent’s house but that never stopped him from initiating fore play. He had bought me a beautiful fourteen karat gold twelve inch chain with a pendant that had the letters J and Q made out of diamonds and the letters were diagonally connected by a ruby heart. I was in the mirror admiring the necklace when he came up behind me and pressed his body up against mine. Our eyes connected in the mirror and I got lost in his touch. Watching his hands glide over my breasts, him sucking on my earlobes, and nibbling on my neck. I told him like I always did that we couldn’t and he put his pointer finger over his lips indicating he wanted me to be quiet. I complied because what he was doing felt good as hell. He slipped his hands under my t shirt and began to massage my breasts and roll my nipples between his warm fingers. I moaned as he bit my neck and pressed his growing manhood into my behind. I wasn’t even conscious of how gone he had me until I started moaning and rolling my hips so that I could feel his dick in between my butt cheeks.
I reached back and lifted up my pink pleated skirt so that there was less fabric between me and my
“Hi baby!” She smiles like she is having the time of her life.
I wish that I could be as happy as everyone else seems to be about this party but honestly I am still hurting from the photo I found on Jakari’s phone. I don’t even know how to address him with it. We have only been married a month and I have divorce options floating around in my head. I find myself trying to be more independent of him now that I have this new information. He keeps me under his thumb basically and I really don’t ever know what he is doing or if he really is where he claims to be when he is not with me. That is the main reason why he was able to sneak off on our honey moon and have his dick or what is supposed to be MY dick shoved down some other woman’s throat. “Thanks for all of this Ma.”
“Girl you look and sound like someone has died. What is going on?” My mother asked with concern owning her tone. There is no way I can tell my mother what I found. I truly believe in the saying don’t let people into your relationship unless you are positive it is over because while you may forgive your spouse your family and friends don’t. So I pause for a moment and choose my words wisely.
“I’ve just been tired that’s all, Ma.” I smile and turn to walk out the kitchen.
“Ummmm are we sure there isn’t a grandbaby or two in the oven?” She says smiling with her eyes twinkling with hope.
“NO!” I respond more harshly than I meant too. I try to follow my response with a small laugh hoping she won’t notice my strong displeasure with even the thought of being pregnant. It seems to work because I hear her laughing and she heads down the hall and out the door and I continue down the hall to my bedroom to get dressed.
I take my spot back in the middle of the closet and continue to stare at my clothes and debate what I want to wear tonight. As I stand there my mind wanders back over the past few weeks and how I have been trying to not have sex with Jakari because I can’t stop wondering how many women I am following up behind. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that I am not the only one he is sliding up in. What if he is not using protection? I mean he certainly isn’t using it with me.
I try so hard to say no but my body belongs to him. He touches me and every part of me reacts against my will. I love my husband and I have been attracted to him and only him for so long that he has even made me cum without even touching my pussy. I couldn’t believe it. We were at his parent’s house and he knew that I would never have sex in his parent’s house but that never stopped him from initiating fore play. He had bought me a beautiful fourteen karat gold twelve inch chain with a pendant that had the letters J and Q made out of diamonds and the letters were diagonally connected by a ruby heart. I was in the mirror admiring the necklace when he came up behind me and pressed his body up against mine. Our eyes connected in the mirror and I got lost in his touch. Watching his hands glide over my breasts, him sucking on my earlobes, and nibbling on my neck. I told him like I always did that we couldn’t and he put his pointer finger over his lips indicating he wanted me to be quiet. I complied because what he was doing felt good as hell. He slipped his hands under my t shirt and began to massage my breasts and roll my nipples between his warm fingers. I moaned as he bit my neck and pressed his growing manhood into my behind. I wasn’t even conscious of how gone he had me until I started moaning and rolling my hips so that I could feel his dick in between my butt cheeks.
I reached back and lifted up my pink pleated skirt so that there was less fabric between me and my
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