Tears on My Pillow (9 page)

December 31
st
2013

New Year’s Eve

Qia

     I am standing in my closet trying to decide what I want to wear to the party tonight when I hear my mother talking. We were going to hire a caterer but when my mother heard about our little get together she decided that she would volunteer her services. My mother has been a caterer for the past thirty five years and her business has been flourishing for most of those years. I smile as I walk into the kitchen and see my mother in action. She moves so flawlessly in the kitchen. She has a couple of 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 man. We began to move as one and I could feel my pussy throbbing and my wetness building. I placed my hands flat on the dresser and bent over a little so that I could press my ass into his groin more. Jakari lifted up my shirt and flicked my nipples with his fingers as he licked and sucked on my back and before I knew it I came all over myself. My legs were trembling and my pussy was twitching so hard I cried out
“Jay!”
By the time I realized what was happening my cream was running down my legs and Jakari was busting all over my back.

      I hate that I don’t have any resistance to Jakari. Before it didn’t matter because I felt like he was mine and I was his, so I never had to worry about the fact that no matter what I wanted to make love to him. Now though I feel like it does matter. I feel like I am totally his but have been sharing, what I thought was mine, with at least one other woman. I feel like I need to protect myself from him. It hurts me to feel this way but currently this is my reality. I really try to resist him but I fail miserably every time and when he takes it I cum so hard its ridiculous. I shake my head at the thought of what happened in the kitchen the other night and walk over to my white Coco Chanel jumpsuit. I feel like bringing my sexy meter up to red hot this evening. I decide to wear my red six inch Givenchy open toed heels and a red and gold collar style necklace with a pair of gold dangling earrings that had a couple of red tear drop stones hanging at the ends. I decide to make it easy on myself and put my hair up in a messy bun with a side sweep bang.

     I lay my clothes on the bed as I hear Jakari, his dad, and Chan moving things around out in the living room and setting things up. I also hear a voice I am not familiar with but I figure it is the voice of the bartender we hired for the evening. I walk into the bathroom and prepare to take my shower. The party is due to start in less than 2 hours and I am nowhere near ready.

December 31
st
2013

New Year’s Eve

Chandler

     I swing by and pick Azia up from her dorm room. She looks cute in her black form fitting body dress with some strappy black heels. I get out the car and walk around to the passenger side so I can open the door for her when I see her step out of the building. When she gets in front of me I lean in for a hug. We give each other a strong hug and share a quick wet kiss before I open the car door. "Hey cutie! You look nice." I say as she sits down in my car. I close the door and quickly walk back around to my side of the car and get back in the driver's seat. "Damn it's cold" I say as I close my door.

     "It sure is" Azia says holding her hands up in front of the heating vents on the dash board to warm them up.

     I pull out of the dorm parking lot and take a left onto Sumner Avenue. I merge onto the highway and look over at Azia. "So are you nervous about meeting my family?"

     "No not really" She says with confidence and a huge toothy smile.

     "Ummm you seem to be sure of yourself" I say switching to the left lane and chuckling at her confidence. "Well, you gonna stay with me at my house tonight to celebrate the New Year right?"

     I glance over as Azia slides her left hand between my legs "As long as you are going to put all this to work and keep my legs up in the air for this celebration." I look her up and down slowly and wink my right eye as we pull into my brother’s driveway. "Well with that look you have sealed the deal." She says as she gently runs her hand over my muscle.

     We exit the car and walk up to the front door. I ring the doorbell and slide my arm around Azia's waist while we wait for someone to open the door. The door opens and my arm falls to my side and I immediately begin to thank God for the double breasted camel colored overcoat that stops mid-thigh because it hid the instant erection I got when I laid eyes on Qia.

     She looks absolutely stunning in a white jumpsuit with slits on both legs that go all the way up to her hips. The slits let me know that she has no panties on. The deep V cut down the front goes damn near down to her belly button and leaves a little piece of side boob out for the world to see. That shit looks sexy as hell. It is outfits like this that make me wonder why my brother feels the need to constantly step out on her.

     "Chan why are you being so rude" I hear Qia saying once the blood returns to the head on my shoulders. She extends her hand to Azia "Hello I'm Qia Chandler's best friend and sister-in-law"

     "Hello I'm Azia Chandler's girlfriend." Azia says and shakes Qia's hand.

     "Please come in." Qia says and steps aside stretching her arm back towards the inside of the house. She punches me in the arm and widens her slanted eyes like what the fuck as I walk pass her. I don't know what happened. For some reason I couldn't concentrate on anything she was saying and her strawberry red lips look so inviting I have to actively close my mouth so drool doesn't fall out.

     I show Azia to the living room and have her take a seat on the Shiloh white sofa. I excuse myself and go down the hallway to the bathroom. I close the door and stand in front of the mirror. Out of all the years Qia and I have been friends I only had sexual feelings for her in the beginning. However, once Jakari laid claim to her I was able to rid myself of those feelings. I am not sure why today, out of all days, I got an instant erection and lost the ability to speak when she opened the door.

     Qia and I have been talking a lot the past few weeks, not that this is anything out of the normal, but I can tell something big is going on. She won't clarify what is going on inside of her head but in a subtle way she seems to be alluding to the fact that there may be trouble in paradise. I love my brother and would never wish to see him lose someone that he loves but I can't say I would be devastated if Qia decides to teach him a lesson. My brother has been stepping out on her for years and it's not right. I splash my face with some cold water in an attempt to shake this feeling. I dry my face with a paper towel and think that maybe the thought of her no longer belonging to Jakari has caused my feelings to resurface. I shake my head vigorously promising to push these ridiculous thoughts and feelings out of my mind.

     I return to the living room and I see Azia sitting there with a drink in her hand checking her cell. I survey the living room to see if I see my brother but I don't so I dip into the kitchen to see if he is in there. He isn't but Qia is. I look at her nice tight round ass and unconsciously lick my lips. I run my hand over my face becoming annoyed with my thoughts "Qia where is J?" She turns around and I swallow hard. It is like I can’t control myself. My eyes travel from her gorgeous eyes, to her perfect lips, to her large perky breast, down her flat stomach, pass her tiny waist, and settle on her plump pussy. Qia looks sexy as hell in the outfit and to make matters worse I know she doesn’t have on any undergarments. For a brief second I wish I was that jumpsuit.

     "He went to the bedroom he should back up here any minute. Is something wrong?" She says turning around and takes a step towards me when I hear J say from behind me "It's about time your ass got here Chan" I spin around happy as hell that he interrupted Qia's approach.

     "Hey I brought my girl come with me so I can introduce you to her."

     "Oh she must be special if you bringing her around" my brother says while giving me a pound. We head to the living room and I walk over to Azia who is taking a sip of her drink. I turn around and step to the side so Jakari can see Azia.

     "Azia this is my brother Jakari. Jakari this is my girl Azia." For a split second it seems like my brother is frozen. Now I know my girl is cute but he definitely can't be that impressed after what his wife was doing for me in the kitchen.

December 31
st
2013

New Year’s Eve

Azia

     I stand up and pull my tight dress down a little. "It's nice to finally meet you! I have heard so much about you." I stretch my hand out towards Jakari. This nigga look like he done seen a fucking ghost. I want to laugh so bad but I manage to keep it together. He finally responds.

     "It’s nice to meet you as well Azia." Jakari says shaking my hand and burning a hole in my face with his green eyes. I can see the confusion written on his face as he wonders how I can be dating his brother when he has been fucking me for months.

     Chandler pipes in "She goes to Rosemond University. I know it's a huge campus but I was still shock when she said she didn't know you."

     I can see the relief on Jakari’s face as he realizes I haven’t spilled the beans to Chandler "Yea I would have remembered seeing this face no matter how big the campus." Jakari says seeming to start recovering from the shock of me being here with his brother.

     "Thank you" I say pretending to be flattered and shy. "What subject do you teach?" I ask carrying on the charade.

     "I teach some Psychology and some Mathematics courses."

     "Oh okay. Well maybe I will have the pleasure of taking a class from you next semester. My major is Psychology." I say trying hard to ignore the throbbing between my legs.

     Jakari says "Again my pleasure to meet you Azia but I have to go help my wife." He turns around and walks away and I burn a hole in the back of his head with my eyes wishing I could read his thoughts. I know he is bubbling below that cool dark surface at the fact that I was introduced as his brother’s girlfriend.

     "Your brother seems nice" I say to Chandler who is now moving to my right side and taking a seat on the sofa. He leans back on the navy blue and white pillows and spreads his arms along the back of the sofa. I sit down next to him and lean into his side.

     "Yeah he's cool. Are you hungry? There is a ton of food in the kitchen.”

     "Yes I am starving." I say placing my hand on my stomach.

     "Alright you like fish or lobster?" He says pushing up to the edge of the sofa.

     "Ummmm no." I say crinkling up my nose like I smell something bad.

     Chandler laughs and stands up "There is also fried chicken and hot wings, would you like either of those?"

     "I will take some hot wings please."

     He nods and walks off towards the kitchen. I sit admiring the decor of Jakari's living room. It is really nice and has me wishing even more that I was Mrs. Roberson. The carpet is a dark blue, light blue, white and grey with a sort of plaid design. The sofa and chairs are all white but the cushions and arms of the sofa and chairs are trimmed with a thin navy blue seam. The throw pillows are gorgeous. They alternate between an all-white pillow and a white pillow with a large navy blue square in the center. I look out the sliding glass doors to my right and admire the patio and its furniture until Qia catches my attention.

     I see Qia come floating out of the kitchen giving major leg with those slits all the way up the legs of her outfit. She is beautiful. I am not use to seeing her in this type of attire. I have seen her in passing at school and she normally has on some variation of a business suit and she is always cute then as well but tonight she looks sexy as hell and is truly showing off her curves.

     I divert my attention to Chandler when I see him coming back with my plate. "Here you go." He says as he extends my plate out to me. The food looks absolutely delicious. Even the seafood on Chandler’s plate looks delicious and I don't eat seafood. I begin to dig into my hot wings, salad and corn on the cob.

     "The food is delicious. Did Qia make this?" I ask holding my hand up to my mouth as I finish chewing.

     "No her mother is a caterer so she prepared all the food." He says and picks up a piece of stuffed lobster. We both fall quiet as we indulge in the food on our plates.

     The next thing I know Single Ladies by Beyonce comes on and I see Qia assembling in the middle of the floor with two other ladies. One has a lovely ebony complexion and is rocking the hell out of some Bantu knots and the other one has a caramel complexion and is wearing her hair out in a crimped afro style. I am not sure who they are but they are all giggling as they get in position. As soon as B starts to say ‘all my single ladies all my single ladies’, the girls begin clapping to the beat and start doing the routine from the single ladies video. I am amazed at how accurate they are with the routine. I smile thinking that even I can see why Jakari is so enamored with his wife. She seems to possess a lot of talents dancing being one of them. I turn to Chandler to tell him I am shocked to see how well Qia can dance when I notice how enthralled he himself seems to be with the performance. I follow his gaze just to make sure I get it right and he is watching every step Qia takes.

     His eyes are solely focused on her as she winds her hips he readjusts himself on the sofa. He bites his bottom lip and squints his eyes a little and then licks his lips. I tilt my head to the side and think this motherfucker is getting turned on by his sister-in-law. When she drops down and stretches her leg out like Beyonce does he leans forward and places an elbow on each of his legs which are gapped open. I don’t know if he did that to get a better look at her crotch since it is clear she isn’t wearing panties or if he is trying to hide his erection but more than likely both reasons are true. I start to get offended when I remember that I don’t really want his ass no way. I decide to play it cool so I don’t ruin my chance of getting close to Jakari tonight. Maybe we can do a swap, Chandler can take Qia and Jakari can take me. I smile at the thought and wish like hell it was that easy.

     I see a figure out of the corner of my left eye and when I turn to look in that direction I see Jakari headed down a second hallway. I nudge Chandler, who at this moment probably doesn’t even remember my name, and lean over to him to let him know I am going to the bathroom. He nods his head up and down but never takes his eyes off Qia.

     I get up and follow behind Jakari. I turn the corner just in time to see him go into a bedroom at the end of the hall. I feel now is the perfect time for me to corner his ass while Qia is in the living room winding her hips for the world to see. I step into the room and don’t see him but I see there is a light on in the bathroom. I walk over to the door and lean against the frame as he shakes the remaining urine off his dick. I unconsciously run my hand over my breasts as I get a glimpse of his rod.

     Jakari jumps when he turns around and seems me standing there.
“Azia what the fuck are you doing back here?”

     “I knew this was my only chance to get you alone. I miss you baby. Qia’s out there dancing so she isn’t thinking about you right now.”
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck.

     “You can’t be fucking serious right now?”
He says snatching my arms down from around his neck.
“You lie about being pregnant, you show up here as my brother’s girl, and now you are trying to make a move on me with my wife in the vicinity.”
He rolls his eyes and attempts to walk around me.

     I step in front of him
“I will admit I did lie but that is because I want more from you. I need you. My pussy needs you.”
I step up closer to him and begin to message his package through his brown slacks.
“Please daddy?”

     I can see he is getting weak. I know he likes my cookie. He bends down and we lock lips. I take this opportunity to unzip his pants and reach inside and begin stroking his dick. It doesn’t take long before it begins to respond to my touch. I pull it out through the zipper opening and bend down and swirl my tongue around the tip of it. I make sure to get my tongue nice and wet as I glide it over his helmet. I look up at him as I deep throat his rod and see that he is looking down at me. His fist ball up as his dick hits the back of my throat. I moan as I suck and stroke his dick and realize how much I have missed this. He grabs the back of my head and begins to fuck my face as he comes closer to climaxing. I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. My dress slides up and since I am not wearing panties I immediately feel his muscle slide in between my pussy lips. I begin to roll my hips as we kiss and get into a rhythm. I lift up and slowly slide down on his dick when he grabs my waist and tries to lift me up off of it. I continue to work my hips and keep my legs locked around his waist.
“Damn Azia stop! I don’t have on a condom and I am about to bust.”