Page 5 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

Then—just like fucking that—gone. Again. Sucking his fingers as he disappeared into the restaurant.

Door opened. Closed. Silence.

I stood there, shaking panties ruined, lipstick smeared. I cleaned up best I could, tried to reapply but gloss, but my whole body was vibratin’.

When I walked back out, Fontaine was gone.

Terrell looked up from his plate. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I said, smilin’ like my pussy wasn’t as wet as could be right now. “Just…women stuff.”

That was just the start of it.

The next day, flowers showed up at my door. Black rosses, wrapped in satin, no card. Just a gold F on the ribbon. My heart skipped. I ain’t say nothin’ Hid ‘em before Terrell came home.

The day after that? Another bouquet. How did this motherfucka’ even know where I lived, I had so many questions.

Then perfume. The same scent I wore the night we fucked.

I tried to act normal. Tried to stay calm. But my body betrayed me every time I thought about him. I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. All I could do was dream about the two times he’d touched me.

Terrell noticed. ‘You alright, baby? You been actin’ different.”

I smiled. “Just tired. y’know with work ‘n all.”

He believed it. But me?

I knew the truth.

Damn that man.

3

Coworker My Ass

Fontaine “Danger” Wells

I been sitting outside her job for an hour now.

Window halfway down, blunt perched between my lips, blacked-out Range creepin’ behind a row of parked cars. My eyes locked on the front doors of that glass building, waiting for her to walk out.

I had the engine low, music lower—some old-school Jill Scott playin’ through the speakers.

Call me crazy I truly don’t give a fuck, sorry. Not.

I was watching my lady makin’ sure she was safe. After a long days work, sounds to me like I’m being a gentleman.

Janelle came out the front in them tight ass work pants that hugged her ass so good. Silk blouse clingin’ to her titties, curls bouncin’, that pretty skin glowing in the late sun.

My dick twitched just lookin’ at her.

But then he stepped up to her and my shit went soft.

Some light-skinned, colorful suit wearin’ motherfucka’. Smilin’ hard as hell, standing a li’ too close.

I leaned forward, narrowed my eyes. Watched her laugh at somethin’ he said. Next thing I knew, they hugged. Full body, arms wrapped, her cheek against his chest. I gripped my thigh so hard I heard my knuckles crack.

Fuck this nigga think he doin’.

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