The Exes

The Morning After

The morning light quietly crept its way into the beachfront penthouse. As the minutes of time ticked on by, the golden ray finally came to rest on the couple who lay in the middle of the ornate dark mahogany king-sized bed entangled in the Egyptian cotton sheets.

They lay there satiated and spent from the night's activities; bodies entwined, he was flat on his back, his fair skin a beautiful contrast to her rich dark mahogany complexion. One hand lay across his brow as though anticipating the morning light which will eventually steal his slumber and bring forth the crushing onset of reality, consequently ending this stolen moment of bliss.

His chiselled features sported a salt and pepper stubble, a roman nose, and pink lips, the bottom one a little fuller but both were now a little plumper than usual; a direct result of their overnight adventures. Despite it all, his lips held a slight smile of contentment.

On his lean toned chest was a dainty perfectly manicured hand with French tips. Her ring finger bore, a simple diamond wedding band, her head lay gently over his heart. Her long black braids were fashioned into a loose chignon, but a couple of which had managed to break free of their prison and snaked their way midway down her toned back. Her profile wore the same smile of contentment on her full lips.

His left hand grabbing hold of her left butt cheek was slightly covered by the white sheet which barely covered her ass and his privates granting them a modicum of decorum should someone happen to barge into the room unannounced.

Her leg overlapped his. Their bodies connected as though they fed off the other, rising and falling in sync.

The room filled with the couple's soft snores was otherwise serene.

Inside their bubble, life was perfect as it should be. Unfortunately, however, as the ray of light splayed squarely from her mid back to the hand across his forehead, time marched on, and as such, reality came knocking.

The alarm on his cell phone buzzed and hers rang.

"Fuck!" He said, his fingers fumbled as he reached across the hard surface of the nightstand trying to turn off the infernal alarm before she responds to her call. His mouth felt like a wad of cotton had taken up residence inside so he took a sip from the glass of water on the nearby nightstand.

"Oh shit! You'll have to be quiet," she said, pulling away from him and taking the sheet with her to cover herself as she grabbed her phone and pressed the button.

"Good morning." Her voice was soft and groggy from sleep.

"Mornin', beautiful," a smooth deep voice replied, "you didn't call last night, is everything okay?"

"No I didn't, but I sent you a text. Yes, everything's fine," she winced at how easily she lied to the man she has been married to for the past three years.

Her lover snuggled closer to her and gently kissed her shoulder. His kisses were soft and tender a direct opposite to the rigidness of his member which stood between them.

"I presume your luggage eventually arrived."

"It did but by then I had done a lil' retail therapy just in case."

He chuckled. "So, will we survive this spree?"

"We might have to bag our lunches for a while," she countered.

He chuckled once more, "I really missed you last night."

Her lover next to her had become increasingly frustrated at the intrusion, it was evident by the way his hand started to roam about exploring her body.

"I'm sure you did," she chuckled.

"But, I'm missing you even more right now…"

She blushed and turned slightly away from her lover and bit her bottom lip.

"Sweetheart… I'll make it up to you later, I promise. I gotta go."

Her lover, however, knew her well enough to know when she was blushing and at that moment, he knew the unheard side of their conversation had taken a turn, one he wasn't comfortable with. He was never a third wheel and he wasn't about to start that shit now. His hand slid beneath the sheets and rested on her thigh.

The young woman's breath hitched as their eyes connected. She bit her lip and shook her head no, but her lover's eyes had gone from the sky blue to a darker shade of blue signalling his intent, one she knew only too well.

It was madness, surely, he wasn't crazy enough to do something so insane.

The shock registered on her face as she mentally tried to keep up the charade. Her husband's voice was in her ear, whispering all the dirty little things he'd like to be doing to her while her lover's long digits slid lower and discovered her dirty little secret.

Her lover's eyes scold her but only momentarily. As far as he was concerned two could play at the game, so he quickly disappeared beneath the sheets. Parting her legs, he pulled her reluctant body towards him, kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of her silky smooth thighs.

It was insane, his stubble caused friction against the inside of her thighs. She inhaled deeply. But despite the insanity of it, her pussy pulsates at his tender ministrations because he knew her well enough to know what she needed.

"Oh, god," she said, biting her bottom lip for fear of betraying herself and settled for moaning her response to him instead. This couldn't be happening. When did he get so cocky? she wondered.

"Now, that sounds more like it, baby… you always did need a lil' coaxing, didn't you? Talk to me, Princess. Do you like it when daddy buries his head between those sexy long legs of yours and eat that sweet pussy?"

Her lover's tongue lapped at her slick wet folds, his lips gently tugged at them alternating his attention between her pearl and her slick wet canal then... he introduced a finger…

"Mmmh," she moaned… then another "Mmmmh" and another digit filled her up. "Mmmmmh."

"Yes, oh god, I love it when you do that, da..." her voice died out into a long moan as his fingers and mouth claimed her aching wet pussy. Her mind was reeling from the sensation of his lips and tongue on her bundle of nerves. Her free hand tried fisting the sheets in a futile attempt to hold on to something. Her body writhing beneath his skilful mouth had long accepted its faith. Her long fingers now played in his silky curls and her legs opened wide to him as their eyes connected, his held a glint of boyish mischief thoroughly enjoying having his way with her while her husband listening on the other end of the line thought he had game. Hers were glazed over lost in the moment from their mutual enjoyment.

"Yes, I like that… more."

"You'll surely get more and then some, sweetness. My dick is throbbing, baby. You will pay for this later. Daddy might just have to put you over his knees and spank that perfectly round ass of yours next weekend... You're being so dirty and naughty finger fucking yourself right now it's fucking hot. My dick's jealous. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I swear to God I won't stop until you're fuckin' shaking."

She moaned louder and her moans spurred him on. Her fingers no longer played in his silky curls, now her hand held the back of her lover's head in place as she lifts her body up slightly to fuck his face. He moaned back forgetting himself and she felt the vibration deep inside of her.

Her lover knows she's close because her legs were now clamped on either side of his head like a vice. Her body was taut and ready to explode but he would not allow her to come not while the phone was attached to her, so he came up for air. This pussy was all his.

Her eyes fell open at the break in their connection, "No…" she pleads, "don't stop… I'm soooo close…"

The husband on the other end of the line could not believe how receptive and vocal his wife was that morning, he lay in their king-sized bed stroking himself spurred on by images of his hot wife's tight pussy sliding up and down his veiny cock with her perfect pert breasts bouncing up and down and the look of sheer pleasure contorting her face as her orgasm builds, the look she gets when her pussy pulsates and shatters all over his manhood, and the quivering sensation of her body as the waves of aftershock spread throughout her core.

Her dark mahogany skin against the rich tawny colour of his. He loved how they blend so well together.

"Yeah, baby that's it bounce on daddy's hard cock. You love that don't you? I love holding that ass of yours when I fuck that tight pussy of mine. It's all mine, baby..."

Her moans were getting louder and in his mind, he could see her… his hands were wrapped around her tiny waist and he could feel the vice of her tight pussy as it tightened around his manhood causing his balls to do the same and him slamming up into her claiming her cream as she screams his name. He loved that shit a lot, it made him come harder.

"Oh, god, yes, fuck me hard, baby."

"Oh, fuck, Princess, I'm gonna cum!" His heart raced as his hand stroked his veiny cock vigorously until such time his body convulsed and hot cum spurts onto his taut stomach. He groans. "Fuck me! I love you, Princess."The husband said between pants thoroughly spent from their morning escapade, it wasn't the same without her warm body but the results that morning was definitely one he would remember for quite some time.

...

Her lover took the phone ends the call and tossed the phone aside. His lips descended onto hers and kissed her roughly. Her lips parted allowing his tongue. She could taste herself on him. It turned her on more, her pussy was wet and throbbing in need of friction, in desperate need of him, so she moaned louder turning him on.

Suddenly, she pushed him away.

His lust-filled gaze looked at her puzzled.

"Fuck me!" She said in a gravelly voice between laboured breaths, her chest rising and falling, her heart racing uncontrollably with pure unadulterated lust in her eyes. She looked at his lips and bit hers… she was in heat and only he could quell her fire.

Her wish, a command his aching member welcomed. He flipped his woman over and slid his throbbing cock into her well-oiled canal in one fluid motion. They moaned in unison as he bottomed out and proceeded to fuck her hard. Her whimpering filled his ears as he drove deeper. "You like it rough, don't you, babe?"

At his mercy, her hands fisted the sheets as he pistoned into her and setting her body ablaze as only he could.

"Faster… yeah… just like that."

His left hand grabbed her hair, his right held her side and each thrust drove her closer to the precipice and she felt herself unravel, "FucK!" she uttered, as her body exploded she saw stars.

He uttered a guttural moan, his body jerked a few times more before it slumped on top of hers momentarily unable to move.

...

There was no escaping what happened. The room reeked of his cologne and her perfume together culminating with their heady sex scent.

"Will I see you later?" He asked hopeful but he already knew her answer.

"Of course, I'm the keynote speaker today and tomorrow."

"Michonne, you know damn well that's not what I meant."

"Rick, what we did last night was a mistake. We had a few drinks too many, but today... it's a brand new day… what we did this morning though... it was wrong on so many levels.

"I don't regret anythang we did."

"Last night, we were trying to hold on to the past but we're not those two people anymore."

"I know that... we were just kids. I won't lie to you... it did hurt me, but I've matured and in doing so, I was able to see thangs from your point of view and you were right. But I thought we moved past all that last night."

"You really want me to say it, don't you?" She asked anguished.

"To say, what?" He asked confused.

"I broke us. Whenever you look at me, you will always remember that and for that, I'm sorry."

"Last night, I forgave you, Michonne. It's the reason why we ended up here…" he indicated with his hands, "in your room."

"Rick, I'm married. Last night I cheated on my husband and this morning I allowed myself to be fucked by another man while my husband listened because he thought we were having amazing phone sex. Like how fucked up is that anyway?"

"Last night, you accused me of playing it safe, Michonne… I think I've debunked that theory."

"Last night should never have happened. I may be called many things, Rick, but until last night, I was never a cheat." Michonne added walking out of the bathroom affixing her diamond studs to her earlobes. "We wanted to recapture a moment in time and for a while, time stood still. Let's leave it at that."

"And if I can't?"

"We have responsibilities and people will undoubtedly be hurt by what we've done."

"I know. But, I can't just walk away from us..." he added. His complexion was now slightly flushed from the turn of events, he pulled on his pants, tucked his shirt tails into his pants, zipped his fly and buckled his belt. He slipped on his shoes over his socked feet and tied his laces, but didn't bother with putting on his tie, instead, he put on his jacket and slipped the tie into his pocket.

"Rick, there's no us. I'm a married woman." Michonne added raising her left hand up to his face to show him her wedding band. He hadn't changed much she thought, he was still a stubborn ass when he set his mind to something.

"And that's supposed to mean somethang? I made you cum all night, and this morning too. Until he called, you didn't remember 'DADDY' existed," he reminded her, "a happily married woman doesn't fall that quickly into bed with her high school boyfriend."

Michonne flinched because his remark stung. He was right, she hadn't acted very much like a happily married woman nor a married woman for that matter. He knew her far too well and it was the reason why she settled in Alexandria after college than return to Atlanta where their paths would have intersected much sooner.

"I didn't run off to Canada, Michonne. We could have gotten through it."

Unfortunately, it seems her lover still wore blinders where they were concerned, he was still living in a bubble, one which had long burst hours before.

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