MARCUS

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The next morning, Nadine and I work together to get the kids ready for school, the usual morning rush now easier on her.

My day starts at ten today, so I'm in no particular hurry.

After breakfast, we part ways—she heads to her yoga class, and I go to work, promising myself to stay focused and make this day count.

As the day progresses, my mind drifts back to last night. How good it felt to fuck my wife off my own accord, and not because the thought of another woman made me horny. We’re making strides, and I’m determined to keep it that way.

The thought brings a smile to my lips, but it's wiped off when I see Tamara, through the glass partition, standing at the copier. As if on cue, she bends over, her ass pronounced in the sexy dress she's wearing.

Images of her in that position, under other circumstances, flood my mind.

I immediately peel my eyes away, and clear my throat, focusing instead on the email I'm drafting.

However, as the hours tick by, under the pressures of the day's work load, the familiar tension creeps back in.

By lunchtime, I’m restless.

At some point, a message from Tamara lights up my phone screen.

Tam Tam: Hey, can we meet up for a bit today? I feel like you're avoiding me. I miss you... 🥺😔

I hesitate to respond, glancing around my office, as if anyone can see me, before bringing my attention back to the text on the screen. The thought of seeing her stirs something deep within me——a dangerous mix of excitement and something else. Guilt? I know it’s wrong, and I promised myself I'd stop falling in her traps, but the pull is too strong to resist.

Ah, fuck it.

ME: Okay. Where?

Tam Tam: Usual place. 1 PM. My lunchtime.

I take a deep breath, trying to push away the nagging feeling in my chest. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.

Maybe this can be the last time, then mi done wid the fuckry.

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At 1 PM, I find myself at the small, secluded apartment we’ve used before. Tamara is already there, waiting for me. She’s dressed in the same tight red dress from earlier. It's formal yet sexy and clings to her curves. She discarded the blazer she had on at the office, exposing her cleavage. Her breasts dem stand up stiff inna it too.

Her eyes light up when she sees me.

My eyes fleet to the TV which is playing a random blues before meeting her gaze.

“Hey,” she says, her voice a seductive whisper. “Mi think yuh never did ago come.”

“Why wouldn't I?” I reply, shutting the door behind me.

Yuh know the answer to that but do yuh t'ing, bredda...

Seemingly please by my comment, she steps closer, her hands sliding up my chest and around my neck. The scent of her perfume fills the air, intoxicating me. “Mi nuh know...maybe you had a change of heart. Probably start think mi nuh worth it no more...”

Hmmm....

I lean down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Her words trigger something wild inside of me.

Tamara’s hands move to my belt, deftly undoing it, watching as my pants fall to my feet. Nah waste nuh time. Soon my shirt follows. Then my marina.

My breath quickens as she pushes me back onto the bed. She climbs on top of me, her eyes dark with desire. I know I should stop, but I can’t. The need to fuck her senseless is too strong.

My dick hardens at the thought.

Her hands work quickly, freeing me from my underpants. She leans down, her lips brushing against my ear. “I want you, Marcus. Right now.”

I groan, pulling her closer. Her dress slides up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She straddles me, her body pressing against mine. Leaning backwards, pulling her knees upwards so she's now squatting, she runs her tongue across her lips.

I instantly notice two things.

One, she nawh wear nuh draws.

Two, I can see the clump between her legs glistening with her juices.

She's soaking wet.

I bite my lower lip and grunt.

“Tamara,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips. “Mek yuh pussy so fat? You a drive me crazy yuh fuck.”

She smiles, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Good.”

Good say it fat?

Or good say it a mad mi?

Without skipping a beat, she lowers herself onto me, and the sensation is overwhelming. My hands instinctively move to her waist, guiding her movements. Soon we find the right rhythm; her rotating her hips, grinding on me, while I feed her with deep purposeful strokes, filling her up. Stretching her fully.

Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in each other. Every touch, every kiss, ignites a deeper almost primal hunger within me. The guilt I felt initially fades into the background, replaced by the intense pleasure of the moment.

Soon I'm fucking her hard.

She's flipped over on all fours, her back arched and her ass and pussy turned up to me.

I grip her hips as she grips the sheets, throwing it back on me.

Tamara’s cries fill the room, mingling with my own.

“Oh, fuck!” she moans, gripping the sheets tighter. “Just like that, daddy. Fuck me...just like that...!”

Bucking my hips, I sink deeper, slapping her ass every now and again as I continuously pummel into her wet and accepting pussy.

I'm close.

So fucking close.

But her pussy feel good yuh fuck. Mi cyaa afford fi buss off yet.

In that moment, it’s like nothing else exists, except the two of us.

No Nadine.

No Jaden.

No Ria.

No...problems.

“Fuck!” I sink into her, grinding against her ass.

Her moans grow louder with each thrust.

Sweat is dripping from my body onto hers, but it's warranted.

I continue to fuck her.

Going faster.

Sinking deeper.

Her pussy grips me with each stroke.

“I'm coming!” Tamara screams suddenly. “I'm coming, Marcus. Bomboclaat, Marcus, yes...fuck!”

Her body trembles as she cries out, cumming all over me. I fuck her through it.

Until finding my own release shortly afterwards.

When it’s over, we lie together, breathing heavily. Tamara’s fingers trace the patterns of the tattoos on my chest, a contented smile on her face.

I know this can’t last, but for now, it feels like a perfect escape.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispers, as if echoing my thoughts, her voice tinged with a sense of longing.

“Me too,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But you know we can’t.”

She sighs, resting her head on my chest. “I know. But I can dream, right?”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, holding her close. “We can dream.”

We stay like that for a while, before it's time for us to leave. Her lunchtime is almost over and I have a meeting at 2:30.

It's now 1:40.

I dress quietly, trying not to think about what I’m doing. As I head for the door, Tamara catches my hand. She too is fully dressed, her hair and makeup fixed.

“Yo.” I peer down at her, my brows furrowed. Awah?

“Marcus,” she says, her eyes searching mine. “Promise me you won't wait so long to fuck me again.”

I chuckle, pulling her to me.

I know soon she'll want more than just fucking but I don't carry the thought any further than to the surface.

“I promise,” I say, my voice heavy with the weight of the lie. I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up, but I don't want to hurt her feelings.

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

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The day is winding down at the office, leaving me drained and tired as fuck.

I sit at my desk, pretending to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but my mind keeps drifting back to a few hours ago. The memory stirs something deep within me, a feeling that’s hard to shake off.

A knock on my door jolts me back to the present. Before I can respond, the door opens and Tamara steps in, a playful smile on her lips.

“Hey,” she says softly, closing the door behind her. “Miss me?”

I force a smile, glancing at the clock. “Tamara, we shouldn’t…”

“I know, I know,” she says, crossing the room and perching on the edge of my desk. Thankfully the blinds are drawn. “But I couldn’t resist seeing you again.”

Her proximity makes my pulse quicken. “We need to be careful.”

“Always so cautious,” she teases, leaning in. “That’s part of what I love about you.”

Love?

Before I can respond, my office phone buzzes. It’s the front desk.

My frown deepens as I press the pick-up button, answering the call on speaker. “Yes?”

“Mr. Blackwell, your wife is here to see you,” the receptionist’s voice crackles through the speaker.

My heart stops. “What?”

“She’s on her way up.”

Fuck!

Tamara’s eyes widen. “Nadine’s here?”

“Shit,” I mutter, standing up quickly. “You need to go.”

Tamara slips off the desk, her face a mix of annoyance and amusement. “This is going to be interesting.”

Wah the fuck dat s'pose to mean?

I don't get to address it though, as Tamara moves swiftly to the door.

She slips out, and I sit, pretending to be focused on my laptop, just before Nadine walks in, her face lighting up when she sees me.

“Surprise!” she says, holding up a bag. “I brought lunch.”

I swallow hard, forcing a smile.  “Babe...this...is a surprise.”

She steps forward, placing the bag on my desk. My eyes travel over her. She looks stunning. She shrugs. “I thought you might be hungry. And I wanted to see you.”

“Thank you,” I say, glancing nervously at the door. “This is…great.”

Nadine’s eyes flick to the door, then back to me. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just a bit of a busy day,” I reply, hoping she can’t sense my anxiety.

She opens the bag, pulling out containers of food. “I made your favorite...”

My stomach rumbles, and despite the tension, I feel a pang of hunger. I didn't get to eat lunch today. “It smells amazing.”

We sit down, and she starts to unpack the lunch. I can’t help but steal glances at the door, half expecting Tamara to walk back in. Nadine notices my distraction.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” she asks, her brow furrowing. “You seem…off.”

I force a laugh. “Just a lot on my mind. But this,” I gesture to the food, “is exactly what I needed.”

“Good.”

“Did I tell you you look stunning?” I lean over, pecking her plump lips.

She smiles. “No, but it won't hurt for you to tell me again...”

“You look stunning.” I move to kiss her again. Dragging my lips to her ear, I whisper, “Fuckable.”

She blushes but brushes it off with a teasing, “Stop and eat yuh food.”

Chuckling deeply, I regain my seat across from her. We eat in relative silence.

I try to focus on Nadine, on the effort she’s made, but my mind keeps drifting back to Tamara. Especially since I know she's right outside. Just a few feet away. The guilt gnaws at me, making each bite feel like a betrayal.

As we finish, a soft knock sounds from the door before the door opens, and Tamara walks in, holding a file. She stops short, her eyes locking with mine, then flicking to Nadine.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, her voice smooth. “I didn’t realize you had company.”

Tamara, what the fuck are you doing?

I narrow my eyes at her, sending her a discreet warning.

Unsuspectingly, Nadine looks up, smiling politely. “Hi, I’m Nadine. Marcus’s wife.”

Tamara nods, a slight smile on her lips. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tamara, one of Marcus's junior colleagues.”

I stand up quickly, trying to control the panic rising in my chest. “Tamara, what do you need?”

She hands me the file. “Just this report. But it can wait.”

Nadine looks between us, her eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s fine. We were just finishing up.”

Tamara nods. “I’ll leave you two then.” She turns to go, but I can see the amusement in her eyes.

Once she’s gone, Nadine turns to me, a curious look on her face. “She seems…nice.”

I nod, trying to keep my voice steady. “Everybody nice to yuh. But, yeah, she’s been a big help with the new project. So, I guess...”

I move to close the door. Bolting it.

Nadine’s eyes linger on the door before she turns back to me. “You sure everything’s okay, Marcus?”

I swallow hard, but maintain my composure, my face stoic. “Awah? Sum'n happen?”

She shakes her head, going silent.

Jah Jah.

I play it off with a smirk, reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. Her ring glistens under the light. “Just nuh want nobody else walk in and disturb we...”

Nadine blushes, and I relax.

“Sounds like yuh have plans,” she teases.

“No really. Just waa enjoy the afternoon wid mi wife. After all, she did come all this way to surprise me with the delicious food I just ate.” I plant another kiss on the same spot.

“Yuh mouth too sweet.”

“For you and for you only.”

Bredda...

Lie yuh fuck.