Traces of A Red Kiss

I sat in the large den uncomfortable with my surroundings. It took everything in me not to jump off of the plush brown leather couch, and into my Christian Dior silver slip on's. The man turned me on in more ways then one. Countless hours I spent in bed making false love to a man I gave my hand in marriage to was a cover up for my infedelity. A skeleton I intended on keeping far back in my closet full of lies and deceit. Still, for some reason I've become hypnotized with this man sent from heaven, but the devils ingredient for desaster sent right at the foot of my door.

Cior Ice cologne hit my nostrils before he came strolling into the den looking every bit of BlackKing Tut. I couldn't help but smile at him. My eye's wondered his body without my permission. Three buttons he'd unbuttoned revealed a small portion of his well maintained chest. A few hairs were visible, but nothing major. This man had height too. The type of height my husband could never compete with. My eye's went from his chest to his lips. They were full, and pink, juicy even. His skin was like coffee with just enough cream. My pussy became wet so I began shifting a little to give my clit a teasar. I wanted this man to screw me on top of his large marble bar table. Yes, of course I'm a freak Mrs. Tamila Jones gotta get her's. If my husband can't do it then somebody has to. It just happens to be his father Marvin that rocks my world.

"Baby, care for a glass of Dome?" He stood at the bar pouring Dome into two champagne glasses not even waiting for my response. He didn't have to, he knew the answer.  Walking smoothly towards me. I smiled at the man I felt uncomfortably safe with.

"Woman, you gone give an old man a hard attack. Your so gorgeous."

"Don't say that you sound so old. Good thing you look nothing like your age." He smirked then took a sip of the Dome.

"So your telling me you wouldn't mess with me if I looked as old as I am?"

"Uuh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm saying." Cutting my eye's at him I took a large gulp of my drink then peeked over at him giving him an innocent smile." He softly brushed my large brown curls that suffocated my head.

"I'm in love with you Tamila." His words were like music to my ear's as I allowed my eye's to tangle with his until one of us got up enough nerve to break the stare contest I felt like we were playing. The flip side of it was I was falling deeply in love with him also. I enjoyed sneaking away on our late night endeavors. He pampered my body the way I loved it. Giving each and every part of my body more then enough attention.

His lips slowly caressed mine intimately. As our body's explored one another's we fell into sweet bliss. Marvin undressed me like I was a fragile porcelon doll. I allowed him to undress me just the way he liked to.

"On the bar table." I managed to whisper as he fingered my pussy from behind. His hard manhood thrushed against the crack of my behind arousing me even more.

"Is that where you want it?"

"Yes...oh yes baby please!" I cried out in ectasy. Maintaining the same position he guided my body to the bar table...writer's block