Page 19 of If I Had More Time

“That was dangerous, Alex,” I stated referring to the moments where I slipped and enjoyed him a tad bit too much.

“For who exactly? I came to do what the fuck I was supposed to and the way that pussy reacted to a nigga, she missed the fuck out of me.”

I laughed because the only dick I ever missed belonged to Tristan Malore. Alex was a gift, and the good dick he carried was a perk. He wasn’t special in any way. He could tell himself whatever he needed to make himself feel better, but he would be forgotten about as soon as I was back in my husband’s embrace.

“Our time together is shortening by the hour. Dinner and round two is all that’s left on the list. Can you handle that?” I asked ignoring his comment.

“I can handle whatever your pretty ass throws my way. Add breakfast in bed to that list. I’m gon’ need that before you leave me.”

This rendezvous ended at six a.m. sharp. He had to know breakfast was out the picture. However, I let him believe he had the time to drink my cum before I left his ass completely. He was in his feelings, and I took a mental note of that fast. There was a reason Tristan wanted to cut them off after this anniversary and I now understood why. His clinginess was beginning to show.

“You’re needy, Alex. Breakfast isn’t on the schedule.”

“Which is why I’m saying add it. I’m just trying to have your juices on my tongue when I kiss my wife.”

So disrespectful.

“Why does she need to know what I taste like, Alex? And who’s to say my husband won’t be on hers when she returns? You might want to slow down and not bite off more than you can swallow,” I advised.

One thing I learned was to keep things light when it came to the anniversary exchanges. These couples could fall for you over the smallest things not realizing me and Tristan were so locked in that all it took was for one of us to make a call and the other would follow. The couples were gifts. Their temporary status could change at the drop of a dime if one of us made the order. This was the Malores show and no one else’s.

Until Next Time…

TRISTAN

Stepping out the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist. No sleep had found me from the moment Simone and I stepped foot in this hotel room after our mud baths. She made good on her promise to drain me before her time was done. From the balcony to the sitting area to the bedroom, I fucked on her cute ass unapologetically. I was leaving here as a satisfied and appreciative man.

Picking up my watch off the sink, the time read 5:26 a.m. By the time I got dressed and all my things together, it would be time for me and my wife to reunite. I was looking forward to seeing her angelic face, smelling her alluring scent, and stroking her soft skin at will. She was missed more than she’d ever know.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth right after. My beard was tended too as well before I stepped out the bathroom completely. I wasn’t expecting Simone to be awake and waiting, but she was in the middle of the bed playing in the same pussy I beat to a pulp not even a full hour ago.

Her tactic would’ve worked if I wasn’t a man that was in love with his wife. Simone was undeniably beautiful, and her body was up to par. Her pussy was a cozy place to be, but I had that at home and spent eighteen years learning every crack and creviceof it. Naomi would never find herself in a questionable position. It was and always would be her. Thetemptationwasn’t shit compared to her.

Chuckling, I walked right pass the bed to the clothes I had sitting on the room ottoman. My wife said six a.m. sharp and I’d be damned if I didn’t meet her where I left her. The only thing on my mind was getting back to her, not fuckin’ on Simone one last time.

“You might want to roll over and get some rest. Check out at eleven,” I spoke with my back turned.

“Exactly, so cum in this pussy again,” she moaned.

My rubbers were intact every time I entered her body. I didn’t play with my marriage like that or disrespect my wife in any shape or form. Strapped up or not, my time was done and there was no changing that.

“I’d rather not.”

“What the fuck is your problem, Tristan? You had a ball in this pussy all night and now you acting like you wasn’t asking me to cum for you back to back.” Her tone was elevating and so was my annoyance for her.

“I did and guess what your dumbass did?” A smirk etched across my face as I thought on how well she listened.

She ate dick, swallowed kids, and came anytime I requested it. She was willing to do whatever I asked just to prove a point. It would never be her. I didn’t care how much of my wife she tried to mimic.

“If I just had more time, I could be her. I could do everything Naomi does plus more. It’s not fair that she gets all of you and all I’m granted is one fuckin’ day.”

Slipping my shirt over my head, I let her words float in the air until I was ready to address them. The nerve of her to think she could do anything my wife could. Naomi was in a lane of her own. If she ever left me, another woman wouldn’t know howto handle me in the slightest. I gave good dick, that was a fact, but my mouth was reckless. She was the only woman that ever earned my softness.

“Hello? You don’t hear me speaking to you?”

“You seem sleep deprived, love. Go ahead and lay down and get some rest before your feelings get hurt,” I responded.

“Hurt? What? I’m good enough to fuck on the island but not in the real world? All I need is more time and you know it.”

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