The Education of Donovan (3 page)

Moving as silently as possible, Donovan
tiptoed
the rest of the way down the hall. He didn’t want to interrupt, but he did want to see. Sure, Mary was on the slim side compared to
Cha’Relle
, but she was pretty. He’d longed to see those rosy nipples all puckered and hard, her porcelain skin flushed with excitement. Because Mary preferred to have sex with the lights off, it had been years since he had really seen his wife in the throes of passion. Making it to the open bedroom door, he held his breath and peeked in.

That wasn’t Mary. At least, it wasn’t his wife on top. A woman with almond-colored skin and coal-black hair cascading down the gentle slope of an ultra-feminine back was grinding, straining against a white-and-pink blonde who was clutching the woman on top of her. Both were completely nude and so lost in their own, all-girl paradise, neither noticed as he walked, spellbound, into the room. With the
bedsheets
thrown to the floor in disarray, there was nothing left to the imagination. Each woman was completely nude, their pubic mounds rubbing vigorously together in a furious quest for the ultimate friction. The women moved their hips in a sensuous dance,
mesmorizing
in its eroticism. Despite the shock that staggered him to the core, Donovan was undeniably turned on. Not in a way where he’d want to join or even interfere in any way.

This wasn’t what he had just experienced a few moments ago at
Cha’Relle’s
place. This was something pure, something honest. Female bodies gleamed in the midday light, lips entwined, hands grasping. It was truly beautiful.

“He can’t make you feel like I do,” the mysterious woman on top of Donovan’s wife whispered, cupping Mary’s breasts as the two women r
the two women
ubbed vigorously against one another. “He can never love you as I do.”

“No,” Mary’s reply was but a whimper, coming amongst heavy gasps and little squeals of delight. “No one can. Oh, God, Serena, I’m coming. Yes, yes, yes!”

In response, the woman on top redoubled her efforts, lifting her upper body for more leverage as she rode Mary’s pussy hard and fast. Donovan could hear the wet, sticky friction as both women began to grunt, close to the ultimate pleasure.

“Yes, Mary, baby, come for me.
Come now!”

It wasn’t just Mary who came. Both women gripped one another, holding tight as their pussies met and held, still moving but not letting even the air come between them.

It was then he knew. It wasn’t that Mary wasn’t into sex—Mary wasn’t into him. Sick with the knowledge they had both wasted so much time pretending to be something they weren’t, Donovan turned and slowly left the room, not stopping until he was out of the apartment and headed back out into the cold winter’s day. Later he would return and talk to Mary, let it all out in the open. He probably should find somewhere else to stay, just in case.

Who was he kidding? There would be no just in case. His marriage was over. It was very clear after witnessing what he had that Mary had never really been into him in a sexual way. What was he going to do now?

Walking away from the apartment building, understanding slowly dawned on him. His marriage was over, but his life wasn’t. Things might be a little messy for a little while, but in the end, the possibilities were endless. He’d married young,
then
concentrated on trying to move up the corporate ladder. There had never really been any time for fun. There were so many things he had always wished he had experienced. Now he was going to get his chance. In a way, his real education, the one that could only be taught through experience had just begun.

Not nearly the end
…
.