Gutta Mamis (27 page)

Jeff tried to loosen up under Nadine's irresistible touch. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him, or maybe he did. He wasn't sure what he wanted Nadine to feel. As long as he had her attention, he was content. “Nothing I do is good enough anymore,” he went on to say. “All Denise does is nag. It's like she creates reasons to be pissed at me. And do you know how long it's been since we had sex? Y'all are girls so I know y'all talk about it.” If Nadine didn't know, he was about to enlighten her. “Three months! She tell you that?” Jeff held up three stiff fingers. “Not one, not two, but three!”

Nadine stood wide-eyed and fully awake now. She had no idea all of this was happening, and right under her nose because Jeff was absolutely right; she talked to Denise about almost everything. No subject was off limits. At least that's how it used to be.

“Please, help me understand how a woman just loses the desire to be with her man,” Jeff said. “Her husband.” He stared at Nadine's face, studying her facial response like an open book test. “I mean, come on. Help a brother out. What is she thinking? Is she seeing somebody? You can tell me.” He scratched at the coal black waves in his Caesar haircut. “I'm just not getting this shit right now.”

Nadine didn't know what to do or say but she could both empathize and sympathize because she wasn't getting any loving either. She'd been celibate for what felt like a decade. Celibate after her last fling had given her crabs, had her rushing to the hospital like a damn fool
for believing his two-timing ass when he told her he wasn't seeing anyone else. Since then she vowed to refrain from sex until the timing was right. She'd been so engulfed in work lately she hadn't had the time or patience to date. Besides, in her book, most men were dogs and she refused to waste the time and energy searching for Mr. Right when she had Mr. Right Quick tucked away safely in her bedside nightstand.

“Jeff, I think you really need to talk to your wife about all this. I mean”—Nadine's eyes widened as she flipped both her hands over—“don't you think Denise is the one that needs to hear everything that you're telling
me?”
She hoped she wasn't being hypocritical by saying so.

“Nadine, Denise and I have had the talk a thousand times. It's come to the point where it's pointless with her. She ain't hearing me.” He sounded like a man out on his last limb. Speaking with no certainty, hope, or faith for a future with Denise as husband and wife. He could feel the wrinkles in his forehead beginning to form naturally like they've done throughout the course of his marriage. He often wondered if they were permanent lines of love, hate, and unhappiness that would one day interfere with the man whom he had set out to be.

“Maybe I'm just asking for too much. I bet that's it. Where is the woman that doesn't mind if her man is the main breadwinner, the head of the household, the father to their children, and her lover when it's time to be?” Jeff shook his head and took a deep breath. “I guess it's silly of me to think such a woman exists. Hell, I shouldn't have to be in competition with my wife!”

Jeff's titanium wedding band shone like a knight's armor even in the darkest hour. This symbolic piece of jewelry made its statement so loud and clear that Nadine had to avert her eyes. She forced back a silent jealousy that nearly washed up the day's dinner; now a little apprehensive about carrying on the rest of their conversation. Her ears drew themselves to the sound the leaves made as they rustled across the pavement. Maybe the leaves' efforts to escape from their original habitat was Nadine's second cue to get the hell up out of here herself. But while there were so many reasons she needed to turn around and leave, there was only one that kept her standing on her
feet with her heated pussy inviting itself into their conversation.

“Jeff, I really wish I could stay and talk about this with you, but, I don't think I'm the most suitable person to give you relationship advice. I don't even have a man myself.” She smiled, hoping the gesture would save her from continuing the chat. She didn't feel it was appropriate to discuss Denise's bedroom drama with Jeff. Something about it didn't sit well, but she couldn't deny that being in Jeff's company felt so damn good. His conversation made her moist. Tempted her in ways she didn't realize she could be tempted. Mind-fucked her thoughts so deeply she was on the verge of having a mental climax, if that were even possible.

Nadine snatched her mind out of the gutter. They were just talking. No harm in just talking, she told herself. She begged for the right words to come but they were somewhere resting in the cracks of her mental palace. They'd locked themselves up and ingested the keys. “What I mean is,” she continued, “or I can only assume, that men and women go through periods where they stop…” She was silenced before she could complete her sentence. Jeff leaned in, halting her with a kiss so passionate and so intense. She lifted her hands in the air, trying with little success to avoid touching his body. Fearful that once in his embrace she wouldn't be able to let go. She began pulling away. “Jeff!” She quickly wiped her mouth, looking behind Jeff for a moving soul. From what she could see the coast was still clear.

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eff backed away slowly, shocked by his own actions more than anything. He took a look around. They were on God's property. He felt guilty a hundred times over. Swore he heard the flames of Hell whistling his name. “Nadine, I'm so sorry,” he tried apologizing. “I shouldn't—” He shook his head in disgust before stopping altogether, trying to find at least an ounce of composure while leaving his apology incomplete. “Please, Nadine, Denise doesn't have to know what happened here tonight.”

That quickly Nadine had almost forgotten who Denise was. She pulled her long stream of extensions to the right side of her face. A pregnant pause juggled the words that went unsaid. “I won't say anything,” she rattled out. “We just can't ever let it happen again.” Nadine sucked in her lip, sampling the sweetness Jeff had left on her mouth to savor long after he was gone. A part of her couldn't resist the excitement she felt. She pulled nervously at her blouse, wishing she could rip the damn thing clean off and reveal the buttercups in Victoria's Secret made to look like full moons on a dark and chilly December night. But instead, she fanned herself as if the breeze blowing over her shoulders wasn't cool enough. Every thought was without purpose at that moment because all that she was capable of really considering was how she wanted to feel Jeff again.

“Well, I guess I better get my ass on home,” Jeff stated through the sudden awkwardness that engulfed them. “I've caused enough trouble for one night.” He was too embarrassed to look at Nadine's face now. He could only guess all the things she must have been thinking of him.

Nadine moved forward, slowly, closer to Jeff's hard body. She refused to let him leave her this way. In this predicament. Fuck her disagreeing good-girl conscience. She placed her lips on his again and, using her hands, gradually began making a long overdue love connection. Her fingers crawled underneath Jeff's shirt, up his solid six-pack, and over the fine black hairs spread across his chest. She inhaled his masculinity, falling in love with the scent of a man she'd only dreamed of being this close to. Her hands moved upward, allowing her fingers to snake his neck, his goatee, and the trim of his mustache.

Jeff stood there motionless, refusing to stop her. He wanted what Nadine wanted, probably more so than she.

Even in her four-inch Casadei pumps, Nadine's head only reached Jeff's shoulders. She fastidiously unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and blindly reached in through the opening. She let out a stricken gasp as her fingers traveled up and down the trunk of his dick. His pubic hairs prickled her skin as he grew in the palm of her hand. Each and every artery her fingers rolled over had a heartbeat of its own.

“Oh my God,” Nadine said, panting, reacting to how well endowed he was. She stroked him to a silent satisfaction, feeling his dick stretch all of its ten full inches. This was torture, but that didn't stop her at all. She wanted Jeff so damn bad that her taste buds were sweating.

Jeff dropped the church programs he'd been holding in his hand. They landed at his feet. He tangled his fingers in Nadine's hair, drowning himself in the soft floral scent that oozed from her pores. Two tiny steps backwards and he was up against her car, fighting a losing battle. He gave into the temptation as she handled him below. A stronger breeze blew right over them and violated his manhood the second his pants hit the ground. He watched Nadine's beautiful face gradually disappear until the only visual that remained of her was the top of her head. He nearly lost it when her mouth began to caress his dick, leaving him overwhelmed with newborn fantasies. “Not here. Not like this,” he murmured, unable to contain himself.

Nadine used the head of his penis to trace all the features on her face, starting with her nose, her shapely thin cocoa-painted lips, and her slight doubled chin. Excitement leaked from his tip and if there
were any doubts, they'd faded away. He was enjoying this as much as Nadine was. She examined his manhood one final time, thinking of the favoritism the Creator showed when He made Jeff. She eased out her tongue, curved it a little, then allowed the syrupy glaze that coated the head of his shaft to lube her throat.

“Aww shit,” Jeff cried out. He couldn't watch, not even for a second. So as his dick fell into the warm oven of Nadine's mouth, he fought to not let go and make himself out to be an embarrassment. It'd been so long. So long since he'd felt a feeling as great as the one he was experiencing at that moment. He was unstable and almost at the brink of sending his children down the back of her throat when she stopped suddenly. He opened his eyes, fearing that something was wrong.

Nadine swallowed the appetizing marinade that coated the inside of her mouth. Jeff's hands were already traveling over her body, befriending her small breasts every chance they got. With her lips still wrapped around his head, she bottled as much of him as she could fit into her mouth, moaning with anticipation. Just when Jeff thought Nadine was done, she picked up her pace, sending him back on a thrill ride down her esophagus.

The way Nadine deep-throated him, Jeff worried he'd rip out her tonsils. He let her have her way with him. This was her ball, her court. He was only a visitor, thankful enough for the playtime. “You're taking me there,” he warned her. “I can't…control what happens.” He had to talk his nut down to keep from exploding.

Nadine allowed Jeff to slide from between her lips as she stood readily to her feet. His mouth moved up her slim neck, planting tight kisses along the way. She was so tasty not even his wife could substitute for a taste as fulfilling.

“Fuck me. Here. Now,” Nadine whined in his ear. She was so caught up in the moment that she refused to be taken lightly. She was hot, her pussy was begging for his yardage, and she needed comfort. She wanted to be sure he knew just that. She held him tightly as his head moved between her shirt, his teeth yanking off the nickel-sized buttons on her $200 blouse along the way. “Oh yes!” she squealed in delight. She held on like a horseback rider, propping one leg on the driver's
seat as he tickled her nipples with his tongue. His head started to move further below and suddenly she felt a cold chill sneak up her spine. Jeff was sliding up her skirt, leaving the responsibility of keeping her warm completely to the heater as he tasted the flesh between her pasty thighs. Before she knew it, before she could get a hold of herself, his tongue was sliding up against the thin lace outlining her thong. “Oh Jeff!” she moaned.

Jeff lifted Nadine from her feet and maneuvered her body into the car. He eased her across the beige leather seats, sending everything on the passenger side flying to the floor. With the tail of her skirt hiked way above her stomach, Nadine's underwear was the only thing keeping him from going after what he longed for. Being the determined man that he was when it came down to moments like this, he slid those cock-blockers to the side. Her freshly waxed middle greeted him as her glistening lips encouraged his dick to reconsider its position, but Jeff's tongue argued for the first sampling.

Nadine spread her legs as far apart as the tight space they were in would allow. She looked up, watching the twinkling stars through her sunroof. It all seemed surreal. She took a deep breath and felt her skin break out in chills once Jeff's lips brushed against her hairless pussy in a swift upward motion. They enveloped her so tightly.

Hungry for it, his tongue dived between her drunken lips for the third and fourth time. Nadine began to experience her nut awakening from its coma. She matched his movements, ready to be taken there.

Jeff pleased Nadine orally with dinner table manners. He wanted every ounce of what she offered and he didn't dare stop. But his dick was weighing him down, knocking him off balance. Something had to give.

When Nadine felt just the mushroom top of Jeff's hardness rise up inside of her, she knew she hadn't felt a damn thing yet. She tried to brace herself, pulling at his jacket until she heard it rip in two places.

He plunged into Nadine in short, then deeper strokes. Each thrust taking his mind further and further away from his wife and the unhappily married category of which he was a member…