Dirty Laundry

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Dirty Laundry

“How was your day, love?” Vernon said as he kissed on my shoulder. “It was fine. Yours?” He kissed me on my neck. “I thought about you all day.” I blushed as I listened to his flattery. I undid his necktie as I kissed him with fervor. He picked me up and placed me on my mahogany dining room table. He lifted up my dress and began kissing on my thighs as I rubbed his head. He undid his dress shirt with care before he removed my panties tossing them carelessly they ended up on my chandelier.
            As he went down on me my apprehension quickly faded into an abyss of pleasure. “I. missed. you.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to my inner thigh before he began massaging my clit with his tongue. I’d missed his warm thick tongue pleasing me. My moans filled the silent air of my home as I panted in pure ecstasy. As I came Vernon grabbed my legs pulled me down off the table and bending me over it. He smacked my ass as undid his belt.
            As he entered me he tightly gripped my long, black hair. He leaned in and I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear. “I love this.” He said as he gently bit my shoulder. “It’s your.” “That’s what I like to hear.” Our episode moved from my dining room table to my bedroom as he picked me up and carried me down the hallway. We fell onto the bed where he pinned my legs back and went deeper. I looked into his eyes and I could see the passion as he made me come over and over before getting his.
            He caught his second wind before pulling me on top of him. He eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I slowly moved up and down. He grabbed my hips and rubbed my waist gently. As he came he pulled me down on top of him and kissed me. I rolled over beside him and sat on the edge of my bed. My reality had quickly returned as the fleeting bliss faded away just as quickly as it had come.
“Ascha, are you okay?” Vernon said as he played in my hair as I absentmindedly stared out of my bedroom window and at the city lights far below. “I’m fine, Vernon.” He kissed my shoulder. “You sure?” I bristled, “Yes, I’m sure.” Before he could ask the same question again his phone rung I looked down at it saw the smiling face of a woman and two kids. Vernon quickly answered the phone, “Yes Karen?” I could her a tense but muffled voice in the background. “I’m still at the office. I will be home in a few.” I could hear more muffled speaking. “Don’t wait up.” With that being said he hung up.
            He leaned back over and kissed me on my cheek. I gently caressed his cheek and gently said, “Go home to your wife and kids.” “Don’t be like that, Ascha. Next year thing’s will be different. Kyle and Kylie will be off to college soon and you and I can be together.” I gave him an incredulous smile. “Vernon, please save that lie for someone who believes that. The sex is good but I don’t want you. If you’re fucking me behind your wife’s back. What would you do behind mine? If in fact you did leave your wife which I doubt you will.” Vernon was at a loss for words because he knew I was right. He silently got into the shower, redressed, and left as I got up and began working on my newest short writing piece.
            As soon as I started typing I received a phone call from an unfamiliar number. “Hello.” “Is this Ascha Gordon?” The voice was that a quiet women. “Speaking, may I ask who this is?” The voice turned from almost a quiet whisper to a roar. “This is KAREN PARKS. VERNON PARKS’ WIFE!”


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