He took me by the hand and started leading me up the steps. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Taking you to bed. You have a problem with that?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. You’re trippin’, assuming I came over here to fuck you.” I pulled my hand away from his, and he came closer to me, pressing his chest against mine and grabbing me around the waist.
“That is what you came over here for, isn’t it?”
“Hell naw! I hate to bruise your male ego but I came over here to discuss business.” He and I both knew I was full of shit.
“Yeah right, Zoe.”
“Hmm, well, whatever. I should be going now because you’re buggin’.” I started walking over to where my shoes were so I could put them on when he picked me up and flung me over his left shoulder. My ass was all up in his face. “What the hell?”
He carried me up the steps, flung me down on his queen-size waterbed, and started undressing me. “Listen, Quinton, I didn’t come here for this.For real!”
“Then look me in the eyes, Zoe, and tell me you don’t want me.” He and I gazed at each other, and I wanted to tell him I didn’t want him, but the words wouldn’t come. “Enough said. We already crossed the line the other night, Zoe. There’s no turning back now. We need to finish the feelings.”
Quinton got me totally undressed and then removed all his clothes as well. The neon sign at the hotel across the street was blinking steadily, and flashes of red outlined his body as he stood at the foot of the bed. He spread my legs open with his hands, and after that we didn’t say a word to each other. We just fucked.
He ate my pussy again and then stood on the edge of the bed. I figured out he was waiting on a blow job, so I complied and loved sucking it. When he came in my mouth, I was in heaven and probably moaned louder than he did. He started fucking me, and by the timeQuinton fucked me for twenty minutes, I was a maniac. I began to think my lack of experience showed, especially when he pulled me on top of him and I froze. I had no idea how to ride a dick. I was used to the missionary position only.
I gave it a try. He helped me by guiding my hips up and down until I got the hang of it. I had remembered reading somewhere to tighten my muscles while I’m on top, and I did that. He started moaning real loud while I contracted my pussy muscles on his dick. I was so proud of myself. It may sound silly, but being sexually repressed as long as I was and finally getting fucked the right way twice in one week was one of the most stimulating events of my life.
The next six months were filled with confusion, guilt, and a newfound sexual freedom. Quinton took me to heights I had never known physically, and frankly, I became a nymphomaniac. There weren’t enough hours in the day to have sex, and when I wasn’t with Quinton and Jason was ignoring me as usual, I began to masturbate ten times more than usual.I even masturbated with an umbrella once in my car. It was a rainy day, and I had to pull over because it was pouring down too hard to drive. I parked underneath an underpass and didn’t make it five minutes without playing with myself. My obsession with sex was getting way out of hand, but it was beyond my control.
Quinton was just as creative sexually as he was with a paintbrush. He taught me so much about sex, including how to 72, a variation of the old 69, where three fingers are inserted into the ass for extended pleasure. He turned me on to liquid latex. We poured it over each other’s bodiesand let it harden before we fucked each other. The only parts that weren’t covered were my nipples, my pussy, my ass, and his dick. It was a wild sensation. It felt like wearing a tight, full-body mask. I loved it.
Everything was going great. I had the husband of my dreams, who loved me and was a great father to our kids, and I had the lover of my dreams as well. Everything was perfect, or so I thought.
“Zoe, sit still.”
“I’m trying to, but my back is itching.” I was sitting on one of the velvet-covered crates, posing for Quinton while he painted a portrait of me. It was the second one. He had already painted one and hung it over his bed, just like he said he would. He wanted another one to hang in the studio itself.
“Okay, let me scratch it for you then.” He put down his paint palette and came over to put me out my misery.
I started laughing while he scratched my bare back. “That tickles!”
I was nude from the waist up, having agreed to let Quinton paint me that way. I was becoming bolder by the day. “Zoe?”
“Yes?”
I thought he was going to say something like he wanted to fuck or wanted to go out
and grab a bite to eat, but never in a million years could I have been prepared for what came out of his mouth. “I want you to leave him.”
“Umm, say what?” I was frozen like a Popsicle.
“I want you to leave your husband and move in here with me. I want you to do it like yesterday.”
I got up from the crate and put on Quinton’s silk bathrobe I had laying nearby. “Quinton, you know I can’t leave Jason! Not now! Not ever!”
“I see. Well, then, Zoe, we have a serious problem.”
I started caressing his dick through his pants. “No, we don’t have any problems, Boo.”
“Stop it!” He pushed my hand away from his crotch and walked over to the window. “This isn’t working out anymore. I need you to be here with me all night, every night. Not just when it suits you. This isn’t fair to me.”
“Quinton, you knew from jump I was married. Why did you get involved with me if you wanted more?”
He turned around, looked at me, and threw his hands up in the air. “Hell if I know. I just had to have you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one.”
“Well, I can’t be the one. Not in that way.” I started up the steps to get dressed. “I’ll leave and I won’t ever bother you again if you don’t want me to. I promise. I’m sorry, Quinton. I never expected things to turn out like this.”
“No, you aren’t going anywhere!” He caught up to me on the stairs, tore the robe off me, and pushed me down on one of the steps. Then he took his dick out his pants, moved my panties to the side with his fingers, and fucked me right there on the steps. “We’ll do it your way. I would rather have a part of you than nothing at all.”
For a brief moment I feared him. There were times when he seemed to have an evil side to him, but I could never pinpoint it. I would often try to ask him about his older brother and sister, but he would become tense and change the subject. The only halfway decent response I ever received from him was, “They’re long gone!” I had no idea what that meant.
Driving home that night, I wondered whether I should break it off with Quinton for good. In my heart, I knew it was the right thing to do, and only trouble couldcome out of it if I continued the affair. He had laid his cards on the table and made me well aware of his wants and desires. Continuing to fuck him meant three things: trouble for him, trouble for me, and trouble for my marriage. But I couldn’t stop. I was straight-up hooked. I was addicted.
chaptersixteen
“Peter, get Kyle down off of there before he falls and busts his head open!” It was family outing day, and Jason and I had taken all the kids to the park for a picnic.
“Zoe, don’t yell at them like that. Let boys be boys.”
I sat back down on the blanket next to Jason, after being comfortably sure Kyle wouldn’t fall off the jungle gym. “Jason, you talk that mess now, but you’ll be the first one having a panic attack if one of them gets hurt.”
He smiled at me. “Well, you have a point there.”
Jason looked so gorgeous with the sunlight shining across his face and the breeze blowing through his curly hair. “So, how’s work been going, Boo?”
“Hmm, it’s okay. I’m trying to finish up the blueprints on the new civic center.”
“I’m so proud of you. You’re really coming into your own.”
“I’m proud of you too, baby.”
I started picking at the grass, pulling blades of it up and tossing it aside. I was trying to figure out a way to talk to him about sex. I was so scared. Kind of like the people on talk shows who bring their lovers halfway across the country to tell them something because they didn’t have the nerve to tell them in the privacy of their own homes. “Jason, I think I have a problem.”
“What problem is that, Boo?”
He was sitting there munching on some seedless grapes, intently watching me for a reply, and there was no way in hell I could come out and tell him I had been fucking another man, so I settled for a different approach. “I don’t think my fascination with sex is normal. Some pretty strange things have been happening lately.”
I knew immediately he would get nervous. The mere mention of sexalwaysmade him nervous. He started looking away from me, pretending to be spellbound by a flock of birds. “Strange things like what, Zoe?”