Page 41 of The Marriage Agreement (Agreement)

She tells me more about herself. We had dinner out before heading back to the room. She tells me Vanessa is very good with her hair and has helped it grow fuller and longer.

“When do I get to see and touch this full and long hair?”

“See, not touch. Maybe when I take my braids down. Depends on what Vanessa suggests.”

“Okay,” I respond, though I do want to see her hair, but it sounds like I don’t get a say. I let it go, take her hand, and return to our room.

Once the movie ends, we lie in silence. I rub Dele’s back. She sits up and turns to me. I turn toward her, knowing something is wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“You said what happens here stays here, right? No judgement.” I fucking hated saying that. It was meant to make her relax, but she seems to have taken it as the mission statement.

“Yes,” I answer, and a radiant smile is all I see.

“I want to try something,” she says, getting off the bed. “I need your consent that you’ll play along.”

“Yes,” I answer, though I have no idea where this is going, but she looks happy, so I’m down.

“Okay.” She claps excitedly. “I’m going to change, and when I come out, I want you sitting on that sofa. You answer my questions.” She’s grinning.

“Got it. Sit on the chair and answer questions,” I state, though I’m unsure where this is going. She races to the closet, takes out a dress, shoes, and a few items. I watch her head into the bathroom. I pick up my phone and turn it off. No need for interruptions, especially from my mom, who’s the queen of inopportune calls.

I sit and wait for Dele. My mind wanders about what or where she might take me. The door opens, and my wife steps out in a blue silk short-sleeved wrap mini dress and, peep-toe blue heels. Her braids are piled up with a few loose strands, glasses on her face, light makeup, but that deep red lipstick is coloring meintrigued. I quickly get up and sit on the sofa, my hands spread out. This is going to be interesting. She moves toward me once I’m seated. I notice her legs are shimmering. What did she rub on her legs? She takes the pen and paper on the table and gets closer to me. The scent of her perfume hits my nostrils. She sits on the edge of the bed, facing me.

“Hello, Mr. Blythe. My name is Nami’k.” She winks. “And I’m your girl for tonight,” she says in a sultry voice. My eyebrow arches in amusement. This is going to be fun. “Before we proceed, I need to know you understand the rules.” I smile and nod.

“Rule one: You cannot touch me.” She smiles. I give her a side-eye. “Do you agree, or I can leave?” Her sultry voice almost pleads for me to agree with this foreplay.

“I agree,” I respond to appease her, knowing that’s a challenge for me. She smiles and bats her eyelashes at me, smacking her lips with a playful air kiss.

“Rule two: you won’t speak to me.” I nod. She smiles more.

“Rule three: you can’t touch yourself either.” This is going to be interesting. I smile.

“Good, because my husband is watching, and I wouldn’t like him breaking your fingers.” I can’t help but laugh. “I see that you want everything on the menu, and you’ve picked a song. You said no bra. I’m sorry I missed that.” She bats her eyelashes, smiling at me in a flirty manner. Now, I’m intrigued.

She sets the pen and paper down, then pulls her bra off, dropping it on the floor. Her nipples peek through the silk material. I’m grinning like a schoolboy who’s about to get with his crush. She loosens the wrap a little and turns the music on. I sit back and watch as she starts to dance seductively. I can feel the stir in my pants. She comes closer and leans into me, her hands moving at a slow, seductive pace all over me.

My face is tucked in her breast as she dances. She caresses my ears. Her hand is everywhere as she moves in a sexually arousing rhythm, teasing me. Her tongue pricks my ear, sending waves of sensation through me. I reach to grab her, but she blocks my hand and whispers, “You can’t touch me. My husband is watching.” Fuck this imaginary husband.

My body is on fire. With her back to me, she sits on me and dry humps me. My dick is about to rip through the zipper. Why the hell did I wear cargo pants? I try to loosen the zipper to let him out, but she blocks my hand.

“Can’t touch yourself either,” she teases.

Her wrap dress falls open, revealing black lace panties that I want to rip off with my teeth. Her nipples are hard, awaiting my eager mouth.

She moves, taking the dress off and starts pulling her panties down slowly. I watch this beautiful siren as she tortures me alluringly. She sits on me, using her knees to lock me in place. She kisses me all over, and I swear, I’m about to break all the fucking rules. She blocks my hand again.

“You can’t touch me. My husband is watching,” she whispers in a conspiratorial tone. The mention of the imaginary husband frustrates me further. She kicks her heels off and slides down my body to her knees. She unzips my pants, licks her lips, and takes me out. My dick bounces in happiness from being freed. She massages me, top to bottom, repeatedly. Just as I’m about to lose it, she licks the tip, rolling her tongue on it. I’m about to come in her mouth, but I hold it back. She goes deeper, rolling her tongue and sucking me hard.

“Fuck! That’s so good.” She does it again, making me even harder, pulling all the way to the tip and rolling her tongue, then stops. She massages me again, and I lose control, splattering my cum on her breasts. I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“My job here is done, Mr. Blythe.” She smiles. “Have a good night.” She gets up with my cum dripping off her. She bends down to grab her dress and wipes my cum off her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I move quickly, tossing her onto the bed. I kick my shorts off. She laughs.

“What about my husband?” she playfully asks.

“Fuck your imaginary husband. I’m the husband in your dreams and real life. I’ll break his fucking face and hands if he touches you, imaginary or not.” I turn her onto her stomach and pull her ass to the edge of the bed, filling her all the way. A different sensation of warmth flows through me. “Are you ready for me?”

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