I was sleeping beautifully, dreaming of Terrance and me on a yacht in the Caribbean, making love in the sun. Then I was awakened by Terrance’s long tongue slithering all over my pussy and flicking my clit. I was so sensitive that I came very quickly. What an excellent start to the day. It got even better when Terry moved up and pushed his nice hard cock into me and Jesus, just like last night. Again, Terry pounded my pussy, deep into me, really pounding me. I loved him fucking me like this. We had never really fucked wildly. We have always made love to each other. Terry was fucking me so good, just like James fucks me. I could never get enough of this fucking. I started cumming over and over.
Terry tensed, and his balls emptied into me, filling me with hot cum. I crested and came hard, feeling the love Terrance was giving me. We shook together as we held each other, breathing hard.
As we lay there, I wondered why we had never fucked like this before. I loved it, and I could tell from Terry’s actions that he loved it, too. Then the question came, ‘Why Now?’
I didn’t want to face the answer, but the answer had to be that Terance must know about James. Terrance had assumed that James must have fucked me like Terry had fucked me last night and this morning. So, Terrance was showing me that he could be a ‘fucker’ too.
As I thought, I wondered if that was my attraction to James. I am sure it partly was, and also, James brought back memories of the beginning of my wild youth, and the sex I had during that time was all hard fucking. There was no love, just cocks, pussies, and assholes. Fucking, eating, and sucking were all we did.
Once James had fucked me over his desk, I was hooked on his fucking style. He was more experienced and knew how to fuck. There was another boy Tomas Crane that was an incredible fuck. He had a big cock, and someone had taught him how to use it. I fucked him a couple of times a week, usually on the weekend while his mother worked. He didn’t have a dad, and I wondered if his mom had taught him to fuck. I never asked, though.
James and Tomas taught me to suck cock and fuck. Until I met Terrance, they were the best lays I had ever had. Terrance added love to fucking, and for the first time, I was made love too. It was incredible, and I never wanted to plain old fuck again. That is until James came back to me and fucked me like before, bringing out the old slut in me.
Now it seems that Terrance is a fucker too. How could I have it any better? My man can love me when he wants, and he will fuck me to death when I need that. How could things be more perfect?
There was only one huge problem I had to deal with. I had betrayed Terrance, cheated on him with James, broke our wedding vows, and was in jeopardy of destroying our marriage and our life together.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, what a fool I have been!
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I woke Patrice very lovingly, eating her sweet pussy, making her cum quickly. Then I pounded her pussy hard like last night. Once again, giving her what James had been giving her for three months, showing her that I could fuck like an animal in heat anytime she wanted it.
Patrice moaned and came hard, calling my name as I pounded her. Her eyes glowed with lust, and she held tightly to me, wrapping her legs around me, fucking me back just as hard as I was fucking her. We rutted like animals, and both came hard, me filling her pussy with a massive cum load and Patrice pulling me into a lust-filled kiss, locking her heels against my ass, holding my cock deep inside her as we came together. Then, as she released me, her body fell back on the bed and shook, withering under me. I lowered my entire body onto her, feeling her heat. Patrice moaned, “My God, Terry, you fucked me so good; I loved it! I love you so much. You are my man always!”
It was all so beautiful. I showed Patrice I was equal to or better than James as a fucker, and Patrice proclaimed her deep love for me. I knew she was struggling with her emotions as I could see small tears welling in her eyes. There was still great sadness surrounding her, but she did not cry.
We cuddled, kissed, and petted each other. I played with her wet pussy, and Patti played with my semi-hard cock. This went on as we teased and giggled. It was like the early days of our life together. The cheating and betrayal vanished momentarily, and we were together without that cloud hanging over us. We made love to each other again, then showered while waiting for room service to deliver our extensive breakfast.
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We finished eating, packed up, and left the room full and satisfied. We realized we had never used the hot tub or drunk the champagne, so we took the bottle with us for later. Out front, the limo was waiting for our ride home. It was not a long ride, but enough time. Patrice gave me a blow job, and I fingered her to a sweet cum.
When we arrived home, I tipped the driver. He was great and will be driving us again tonight.
It was just before noon. For the rest of the day, Patrice would work with Franky, Marty, Bob, and Ted’s wives to confirm that all the arrangements for the firm's celebration at the Capital City Club downtown were complete. At 1:00 p.m., I met at the office with my brothers, Bob, and Ted, to review all the planned announcements and the bonuses we were giving out.
At the closing meeting, we received a $1,500,000 transfer voucher for our service fee for facilitating the merger and a $500,000 transfer voucher for the legal fee retainer. We had not told anyone, not even our wives, about the money. That is why when Patrice excitedly asked, “Are we rich?” I gave her a bland answer.
This will be a big surprise for the wives. They will be told about the money at the Partners and Wives meeting I arranged in a private room an hour before the party begins. Our wives will receive a $25,000 gift from the firm for all the grief they put up with as we built our firm. We owed them big time, and they deserved everything we gave them. I will shock everyone when I announce that Bob, Ted, and I will receive a $150,000 bonus. This was my decision, so no one knew about it. They also did not know about the staff bonuses I had arranged for tonight, but I know they will not object.
The entire staff is receiving bonus checks, which will surprise everyone. The most minor bonus is a check for $15,000. These may well be the only bonuses they have ever received. We are happy to be able to do this for them. They are worth every penny.
We are giving our two Junior Partners hefty bonuses and accelerating them to partner one year earlier. They will also receive a new BMW, which they can pick out next week. We also will give away beautiful jewelry, Rolex watches, and other gifts and prizes.
The meal will include a shrimp cocktail, lobster, filet mignon, baked potatoes, asparagus, and salad. Top-shelf liquor and Jordan wines will be served. A limo service will pick everyone up, so there will be no drunk drivers.
The Atlanta Showstoppers, a fabulous show band, is the entertainment. Bob, Ted, and I put together the playlist of one hundred seventy songs. This band is incredible, and they will play them all. It will be a whole night of entertainment and dancing.
The last big announcement will be that each employee will receive a twenty percent raise and one additional week of vacation each year. We hope this will shock them and lock them in as our employees for a long time, forever, if we are lucky.
Our partner meeting was over, so I called Patrice to ensure everything was all set. “Hi baby, how are things going?”
“Oh, hi Terry, yes, the band is here setting up, and the caterer is ahead of schedule, so things look perfect.”
“We are all set. I am going home now to bathe and get ready for you, baby,” Patrice said. She sounded normal, and I hoped she was feeling that way. That is what I had planned for these two days. Then tomorrow would come, and doomsday would arrive.
“OK, Patti, you will find new clothes when you arrive home. They were delivered after you left. Please use the bathing salts I left for you and read the note on the bed. I am leaving the office in a half hour and will pick up my tuxedo at the cleaners on the way home. See you there soon. I love you.” I laid it on heavy with the new clothes, sweet tone, bathing salts, and sweet note. Yes, but the note would have a little angst for Patrice this evening.
When I got home, Patrice was in the tub, so I stripped and joined her. We had a couple of hours before the limo would pick us up. I was going to fuck her hard one more time before the party. If I fucked her hard enough, maybe she would walk bow-legged tonight, letting everyone know what we did the last two days.
We played with each other, heightening the sexual tension. We finally washed and took a quick shower to rinse and dry each other. Then the towels dropped, and I pushed Patrice over the vanity and fucked her hard like it was the last time. I pounded her pussy and played with her clit. She started moaning loudly as my balls slapped against her, and she began to cum.
Patti pushed back on my cock as I continued to pound her as hard as I could. She looked into the mirror, and our eyes locked. She looked so beautiful, and the glow of her growing satisfaction was showing on her face.
I am sure she saw the look of disdain and animal lust in my eyes. I had strong hate inside me that I was releasing with every hard stroke. Our bodies were slapping together. I wanted to cum so badly, but seeing her lust-filled face in the mirror made me wonder if she was fucking me or James. That made it impossible for me to cum. It made it hard to continue to fuck her, so I stopped.
Patrice moaned as I pulled out. “Oh no, don't stop; I am so close. I need to cum now, please, Terry God, please finish me, baby!”
I had her strung out. Her body was as tight as a violin string. Patrice would wonder why I stopped. Then she would think of James and think I must know about him. That would drive her crazy with guilt and fear. That was just what I wanted.
I said nothing. I cleaned her cream off my cock and walked out of the bathroom without a word.
“Terry, no, what happened? You just stopped, and you didn’t finish us. Why?” Patrice begged as I walked out.
Patti came through the door, following me, standing beside me as I slipped on my boxers and socks. She was distraught and needed to cum badly. She had her hand between her legs, fingering her pussy.
I straightened up and looked at her. “Patrice, move your hand away from your pussy. You are not to touch yourself again until I allow you to. You will have to wait until later tonight to cum, so get dressed so we can get to the party early and make sure all the final plans are complete.
I dressed as I watched Patrice look at me with fear, curiosity, and anger on her face. I had her in the perfect frame of mind.
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Terrance came home just as I had gotten into the tub, so he stripped and joined me. We played around, fingers and kisses, strokes, and more kisses. It was wonderful. I was so horny that I needed to fuck my man.
We jumped in the shower, washed each other, and dried off.
Terrance kissed me, spun me around, and pushed me down over the vanity, roughly pushing his stiff cock into my wet pussy, burying himself deep inside me. He paused with his hips pressed hard against my cheeks. We looked at each other in the mirror. I saw a strange look on his face. Oh God, I thought Terrance knew about James. Then he started to fuck me roughly and hard, pounding into me to the hilt with every stroke. Our bodies were slapping together, and I was edging so hard. Six, seven, eight hard-pounding strokes, then nine, ten, eleven strokes. God, I was in heaven. My man was fucking me again hard and pounding into me. I loved it and was on the edge now, ready for an incredible orgasm.
Just then, Terrance stopped before either of us could cum. He pulled his cock out without a word, leaving me desperate to cum. I looked at him in the mirror and begged, “Terry, no, what happened? You just stopped, and you didn’t finish us. Why?”
Terrance said nothing and walked out of the bathroom. My body was vibrating, needing to come so badly that I slipped my fingers inside, fingering myself.
I followed Terry into the bedroom. He began to dress, slipping on his boxers and socks.
Terry told me to take my fingers out of my pussy and that I could not cum again until he told me I could. This was so mean of him. I knew at that moment that Terrance knew about James. I had seen Trevor at the Marriott, and he was there because of James and me.
Oh God, I was so dead. Terrance was treating me like this because he knew.
I looked at Terrance as he dressed and wondered what was in his head. What would happen later? What would he do to James? What was our future? Did we even have one?
My body began to shake with fear. Terrance said nothing more as he dressed and left the room.
I suddenly felt sick and ran to the bathroom, falling to my knees and vomiting violently.
Thoughts raced through my mind; I was a cheating slut wife. I did not deserve Terrance. He had every right to throw me out, divorce me, and leave me with nothing.
I resolved to play this out as it fell, so I cleaned up and dressed in the beautiful new lingerie, dress, silk stockings, and delicious new Louboutin stilettos. The last thing I added was the new anklet Terry had given me last night. The outfit must have cost thousands of dollars. God, I love Terrance so much. What have I done to us? I am so stupid.
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I waited for Patrice downstairs, having a nice Scotch.
I had messed with her mind. I had her primed to explode with a confession soon. I also had her so horny she would cum if I touched her pussy. A cheater's torture.
I heard Patrice descending the stairs, so I met her with a glass of wine and a second costly gift. I knew it would shock Patrice and make her feel even more guilty and unworthy.
“Oh, baby, you look so sexy in your new dress. I got just the right size. The stockings make your legs look even longer. God, you look so beautiful and very sexy.” I laid it on heavy.
I gave her the glass of wine and held out the red velvet box.
“Oh my, Terry, another gift. What is it?” Patrice gushed.
“I found this when Audrey and I were shopping for jewelry for tonight’s awards. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was you and had to get it for you for all the late nights and for being such a loyal wife and supporter of me and the brothers throughout this whole time. But now Patti, we have made it, baby. Our future is bright for the firm and, hopefully, for us.” I said, knowing I had dropped a bomb with my last three words.
Patrice looked at me. There was suddenly a sadness in her eyes as she realized that I knew for sure about her and James’s affair. I saw a bit of panic begin to set in. She gulped her wine and placed the glass on the side table by the door.
I held out my hand, the box lying in my palm, facing Patrice. Her face changed from fear and confusion to hope and excitement. She chewed her lip as her eyes darted to the box, me, then back to the box. I teased her, waiting for the right timing and words.
As I slowly opened the box, I said, “This is my gift to my loving, faithful wife who has held on through the six years we have struggled to build our law firm. I love you, Patrice, with all my heart, and I know you will always be as true to me as you have been until now.”
As the box opened, there was an audible gasp and a scream, not from joy but from the massive guilt that slapped Patrice across her face as she looked into the box. Her eyes welled up with tears as her gaze captured the most beautiful Platinum, Diamond, Ruby Pendant, and chain Patrice had ever seen. There was a second shriek as Patrice collapsed, sobbing.
I quickly grabbed Patrice, breaking her fall and lifting her to the nearby sofa. She turned away from me and fell back, covering her face as she sobbed in distress. I tried to hold her, but she pulled away, facing across the room.
“Patrice, what is it? Are you OK? What is the matter? What did I do?” Knowing I had done nothing, but her guilt and shame was rapidly leading to Patrice’s self-destruction right before me.
I knew I had to stop her rapid demise that would ruin the night. “Patrice, what is it? Did I do something wrong? Do you not like the necklace? I can return it for something else.”
I reached out and pulled her to me, holding her tightly. She slowly calmed down and stopped sobbing. I rocked her in my arms, knowing the emotional pain she was feeling. The reality of her three-month affair had finally hit her square in the face. There were no more fairy tales, no more incredible sex that she had enjoyed. Now, it was only the internal torture that she felt when the reality of what she was possibly about to lose confronted her. The pain was so intense, almost overwhelming, and gripped her like a Gorilla, nearly squeezing the life out of her.
I reached over, picking up the box I had dropped on the sofa when I caught her fall. I opened it again and took the necklace out. I held it before Patrice, showing her what $30,000 had bought, though she will never know that number.
“Do you like it, Patrice? I just had to buy it for my loving wife. It needs to adorn your beautiful neck and chest, lying just between the swell of your beautiful breasts. Here, let me put it on for you.”
Patrice could not speak. Shock, fear, or shame most likely held her voice. Her eyes looked at me, slowly coming to life again. I saw a deep breath taken, and Patti smiled slightly.
I looped the chain over her head and fastened the clasp at the back of her neck. I leaned down, kissed her on the chain clasp, then kissed her behind each ear. I whispered, “I love you, baby; you are all mine once again.”
Patrice tensed and moaned as her body reacted to my kisses and words. She knew for sure now that I knew of her transgression and would deal with her later.
“Go fix your face and get ready quickly. The limo will be here in a few minutes.”
I watched Patrice walking away, her fingers feeling the pendant. My plan was working perfectly. I was killing her with my words and deeds. She would pay a price, but I wasn’t sure what the total cost would be.
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I stepped off the steps, and Terrance was waiting for me with a glass of Jordan Cabernet and a beautiful velvet box. I was stunned by another gift. I didn’t deserve it.
I was so confused. All the beautiful new clothes, the compliments, and the gifts. How could he be treating me like this if he knew about James? Terrance should be raving mad, ready to kill me and James, too.
We had fucked like animals, but Terry stopped just as I was peaking, ready to cum; what was that about? Then he wouldn’t let me finger myself, and now I was sex-crazed, needing to cum so badly.
The red velvet box, what the hell, how could he give me a gift? God, I was a slut, a cheating wife, and didn’t deserve any of this, yet Terry had stated his love for me, and I knew that to be true.