A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1) (3 page)

Chapter 6

Marcy

“Hey, handsome. Come on in,” I greeted, as I stepped aside, letting him enter the house. As he walked in, I couldn’t help but stare at his physique. He was built something like an Adonis, and his walk was sexy. “What’s with the sour ass mood?” I questioned.

“I rather not say,” he replied, as if I didn’t already know. However, I knew exactly what, or should I say who, was putting a damper on his night. Pouring him a glass of cognac, I handed it to him, as I stood behind him, massaging his shoulders and his neck. Giving him one of my infamous massages, I knew exactly how to work those kinks out and how to get him to relax. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get him in the mood. I couldn’t believe it had been a year now since we began dealing with one another, but he wasn’t a stranger; I’d known him for some time.

When we first got together, it was at this club, The Secrecy, where you lived out your fantasies. See, I met all kinds of candidates while I was there. I also met some very distinguished men, both inside and outside of club, and we always kept in touch. Now, I played out several fantasies, from playing a nurse to a dominatrix. It wasn’t something I preferred, but I enjoyed being the one totally in charge. I met my current lover in the threesome room. I’ve always wanted to know how it felt to be with two men at the same time, and I’ve always wanted to experience double penetration, too. When I entered the room, there was music playing, so I put on a little strip show and danced for them to loosen up the tension in the air. As the song ended, I had one licking my clit and the other sucking on my nipples. This experience had me on Cloud Nine. They both took their time pleasuring me. The guy licking and sucking my honey pot worked his way to my ass, which had me squirming and trying to wiggle my way out of his tight grip.

The second guy sucked and licked on my breast as if I were breastfeeding him. With both of them working their magic, I had multiple orgasms back to back. We decided to change positions as the first guy continued eating me out, while I let the second guy explore my forbidden hole. I also worked my magic with my tongue on the first guy while we were in the 69-position. There was a lot of slurping and popping noises going on in that room. With the second guy going to work on my ass, I was trying to stay in rhythm with the first guy, but he was pounding away on my ass. He was massaging my hole, as he delivered long deep strokes, and the first guy was sticking his tongue in and out of my honey pot as if it were a penis. I never knew double penetration could feel so good. Somewhere in the mix, the positions were switched again, and I was riding the first guy like a pro. All I could say was after three hours of fun, nobody left that room unsatisfied. I made sure to visit that room three to four times a month. I was hooked.

Little did I know, I wasn’t the only one who found that evening pleasurable because my lover always made sure to mention wanting to try it again.

“I couldn’t help seeing how much pleasure it gave you,” he said.

“Babe, why don’t you follow me upstairs, so we can relax?” I asked. As I got up from the couch, I made sure to remove my clothing, leaving a trail on the stairs. When he finally got to the room, I was perched up on the bed with my legs spread wide open, playing with myself. He just stood in the doorway motionless. I couldn’t help noticing that for the third night straight, he didn’t have an erection. And I was becoming irritated because I tried everything to get him in the mood, and nothing was working.

“Is everything okay with you?”

“I’ve been under a little stress lately, and I hope this will pass.”

“Come here, maybe I can lick your troubles away,” he said.

Little did he know, I could get my pussy ate all day long. I need to feel his nine and a half inch friend inside of me.

“You just come lay down, and let me finish up that massage from earlier.”

“No, I’m going to leave, how about I call you later?” He walked over, placed a kiss on my cheek, and laid $5,000 on the nightstand. He turned to walk out of the room without looking back. My evening wasn’t over; one man never stopped my show. So, I called Bryant and he was there in no time.

“Well Marcy, you finally decided to call me. To what do I owe this honor?” I wasn’t in the mood for any talking, so I moseyed over and started removing his clothing. All of that talking was unnecessary; it was time to put in some work. See, I knew Bryant was just the man who could get the job done. My team never consisted of anyone who was lousy or lacking. We actually never made it upstairs. He started from my toes and worked his way up. He had this foot fetish. His mouth and tongue worked magic on my feet, and I could feel my first orgasm, as he licked and sucked on my toes. He gradually worked his way up to the inside of my thighs, sucking and licking and making sure not to miss a spot. Bryant’s tongue was a lethal weapon that did serious damage. Once he reached my clit, he sucked it like a vacuum cleaner, taking it all in. He opened my legs wider, using two fingers to work around my treasure chest. He had me moaning and groaning and calling out his name, as I erupted and squirted all over his face. He was the only man who could make me squirt like that. He reached over for a condom and rolled it on before entering me inch by inch. He was nice and thick, which always took me a minute to get used to. Once he got in, he pulled out halfway before plunging back in. He whispered in my ear, “Damn, I missed this.” Our eyes locked with one another’s before he leaned in to kiss me.

Now, Bryant knew kissing was forbidden. Just like staying the night and cuddling afterwards was also forbidden. I just wasn’t into catching feelings. I just wanted to get some good dick and be done. This was why I stopped calling Bryant for a minute because he was getting too attached. He wanted to stay the night, he wanted to kiss and cuddle. I just wasn’t into all of that affection. Call me what you want, I just had no time to be catching feelings. I tried that before and got my feelings hurt, and I vowed that it would never happen again. Once we were done, he got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. He came back with a warm rag to wipe me off.

“Marcy, you sure you don’t want me to stay tonight? It is kind of late, and you drained me dry.”

“Come on, Bryant, you know my rules, plus, I have to get up early in the morning. Why don’t you just give me a call tomorrow night, maybe we can do dinner?”

“Now, why you trying beat me over the head with that bull? You know damn well your ass won’t answer your phone. You’ve known me for two years now, and you still treating me like I’m some stranger.”

“Look, when you get your shit together, give me a call. I’m tired of playing these damn games with you.” He got dressed and did what he always did; he turned around and said, “Just call me when you ready for a real man.” I sat there on the couch and laughed because I couldn’t understand what he thought had changed between us.

It was after midnight when he left, so I locked up and went up to shower. Once I was done, I climbed into bed, and within no time, I was sound asleep. Oh, how I didn’t want to get out of the bed, but today was mommy-and-daughter’s day. We were going shopping and going to the movies. I really tried to make time for them. They would always say, “Mommy, we want to come live with you!” and I just would make excuses and tell them once I got myself together, I would come for them. For the time being, I made sure they knew that grandma would take care of them. Selina used to cry when she was smaller, and it broke my heart, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to raise kids. I called my mom to make sure the girls would be ready. Before I could make my call, the phone was buzzing and I had a text message.

Him:
Good morning beautiful

Me:
Well good morning hope you’re feeling better

Him:
I’m doing a little better. I just wanted to apologize once again for last night.

Me:
Well I understand you’re under stress with your personal and business life.

Him:
Maybe I can stop by this evening and we can watch some movies and order out.

Me:
That sounds good to me. I will text you after I drop the girls off.

Him:
That’s right you’re spending the day with your daughters. Well, just give me a call later. Have a good day beautiful

Me:
Thank you.

I knew the feelings I’d developed for him were wrong, but there was just something different about him. There were times he would treat me as if I were more than just a lay. There were just so many issues as to why I shouldn’t have been dealing with him. I wish I could’ve received all of my love and attention from him, but guilt just wouldn’t let me fall deeply for him. I decided to get up and find me something to wear. I needed to get ready to take my babies out. I forgot to make that call, so I finally called my mom, and she said the girls were all hype and anxious to be going out with me for the day. I told her I would be there within the next two hours. I thought about keeping it simple today and just putting on some jeans and a sexy t-shirt; I wanted to be comfortable because this was my time with my girls.

When I got to my mother’s house, my dad was cutting the grass. He turned and noticed me pulling into the driveway and parking next to my mom’s Toyota Avalon.

“Hey, baby girl. How you doing?” he asked.

“Hi, daddy, I’m doing fine, just here to get the girls, so we can spend the day together.”

“I miss you, baby. It’s been, what a month, since you been over?”

“I’ve been kind of busy, daddy, with working and all.” See, my parents were under the impression that I’ve been “working”. And that was the way I needed to keep it. If my dad ever knew, he would probably have a heart attack. I had them thinking I was working with Dawn as her assistant. I just couldn’t stand to break my dad’s heart. I walked over to hug and kiss my dad, and then I went in the house to get the girls. When I walked into the house, my mom was in the kitchen, washing up dishes. The girls were in the back playing.

“Hey, momma!”

“Hi, baby,” she said, as she reached over to hug me. “Did you have breakfast this morning?”

“No, not really, momma. I’m waiting until we get out to the mall.”

“Child, those little ones are so excited to be going out today with you. Now, don’t you go buying the mall out, spoiling those girls. They already got enough clothes and shoes—some still with tags on them on and in boxes. You don’t have to buy their love, baby, they already love you.”

“I know, momma, I just love seeing their little faces light up. Plus, who could say no to those two little faces when they see something?”

“Okay, baby, just know that buying them all those nice clothes, shoes, and toys doesn’t take away from the fact that they want their mother.

“I know, momma.” I could feel tears streaming down my face. I needed to get it together soon.

I guess the girls heard us talking and came running in the kitchen.

“Mommy, mommy!” they called, as they fought over who would get to hug and kiss me first.

“Hold up, my arms are wide enough for you both. Are you ready to go shopping?” They were jumping up and down screaming yes. “Okay, well, anybody need to use the bathroom before we leave?”

“No, mommy. We’re all ready.” They both went to kiss my mom goodbye and ran out of the door. “Pop pop, we’re going to the mall.”

“Well, you both behave and bring Pop Pop something back.”

“We will!” they promised. I unlocked the doors, and the girls got in, putting on their seatbelts as I hugged my dad goodbye. As I got in, I said, “All right, we getting ready to go…” and we all screamed, “shopping!” When we got there, it felt as if we had been walking for hours, and we were all carrying bags. I knew they were hungry, so we made our way to the food court to eat. The movie “The Minions” didn’t start for another hour. I couldn’t help staring at my babies because they were growing up so beautifully. I couldn’t be anymore blessed to have my mother in my life because she was doing an excellent job of raising my girls.

After we finished, we were walking through the mall, and I couldn’t help noticing, Andre, the guy from the club standing outside of Hollister. He looked as if he were waiting for someone. While walking past, I couldn’t help but be nosey to see if I could see who he was with. When I turned around, I felt as though I recognized the man he was with. Not surprisingly, the two men looked to be too familiar with one another. I damn near walked into the doors, trying to see his face. If I didn’t have my babies with me, I would have made my way over to them just to kill my curiosity. I swear, I knew the man with Andre, but he had on a baseball cap, and his back was to me. We finally moved and made our way to the car to put all of the bags in the trunk, and then we drove over to the movie theatre. Luckily, I purchased our tickets online because the line was too long. We walked up to the ticket booth, got our tickets, and headed to the concession stand for popcorn, soda, and pretzels.

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Well, I got the girls home and spent some time talking to my mom, as they put their stuff up and got ready for bed. Once they were in bed, I tucked them in and gave them each a kiss. They were so tired that they were out in no time. I said my goodbyes to my parents and headed home. I couldn’t wait to get home and relax and have some me time. I still felt puzzled by what I thought I saw at the mall. When I arrived home, Eric was waiting out in his car. I wasn’t ready for his babbling about how Cyn had did this and did that. I was tired of hearing about their relationship—or the lack thereof. I pulled into the garage and walked over to meet him. He got out of his car after hanging up his phone. The call looked to be intense, but I waited for him on the porch. He walked up the steps and kissed me on the cheek. He grabbed some of the bags I had in my hands, so I could open the door. Once inside, I sat the bags by the steps and went to sit on the couch.