Tabatha Kingston

My mouth hung agape, as I watched the scene in front of me. Surprising even my own self, at the way it had aroused me. I had never heard Gregory so vocal, normally it was I, but here he was, taking Robert's rough thrusting up his asshole.

We practically snuck up the stairs into Gregory's and I bedroom...well I snuck up the stairs, Gregory and Robert took their jolly time to walk up here without care if they were seen.

We have a small beige sofa placed to left side of our room having a clear view of the bed, so I saw everything vividly clear of them.

"Harder." Gregory moans, and Robert wraps Greg's legs around his waist, fulfilling his request with great force.

When I first saw Robert's size I was flabbergasted. Are all black men that endowed? Was Assad's father that endowed? Then I guess I understand why Greg seems to be infatuated with them.

I honestly was unsure how it would fit in Greg's...you know but it did. And there wasn't any residue from faeces either as I would have expected.

"Harder!" Greg begs again and the sound of Robert's skin slapping against Greg's, sounded bruising.

"Yes!" He cries in pleasure, his body arching off of the bed, his loud moans steering up something deep within my stomach.

My core was drenched, and aching with need. The strong urge to touch myself there, but I only ever wanted Gregory to touch me in that way.

"Stroke yourself." Robert orders Gregory, and he obeys almost immediately, my mind exploding with dopamines at the very sight of my husband quickly stroking his length, while Robert continued his rough pounded.

Our sex life, when we did have sex, was not a bore. Gregory lead well, and would always leave me whimpering beneath him, oh how the tables have turned.

I was not surprised that it did not take long for Gregory to cry out that he's coming, and the sight of his seed squirting onto his chest, and Robert coming not to long after with a deep growl, it was all simply just....

My stomach tightens even more, and I clench down hard on my vagina, rocking forward in a way to cause some friction and suddenly something absolutely pleasurable erupts and I gasp loudly causing both men to look towards me. I tightly grab hold to the cushion of the chair and the handle, my eyes snapping close as my body begins to tremble uncontrollably, my moans seeming to get louder as time passed.

"A-ah." I shakily moan, clenching and unclenching my vagina repeatedly.

I have never felt something like this before. It felt like an orgasm, but yet, I was not touched so I don't think it was.

I feel someone's presence appear in front of me and I slowly open my eyes, finding Greg kneeling before me. I felt completely drained.

"Greg." I softly whisper as the tension finally begins to ease, and I sit back down, feeling my underwear to be soaked by my slick.

"Shh love, you did so well." He coos at me.

I look over to the bed, finding Robert now sitting at the edge of the bed, staring intensely at us; his penis still standing tall.

The beast of a cock was truly a sight to behold; the way his veins stuck out, the head, a dark pink; he must have been at least a few inches longer that Gregory's, and Gregory himself was not small.

He wraps his hand around his length, slowly stroking up and down and I tear my eyes away from it to meet his eyes.

"Okay?" Gregory asks, and I look back to him.

The honorable thing to do would be to say no. The honorable thing to do would be to end this entire fiasco, and demand Gregory to end things with this man.

Having relations with the men? We would be more than ostracized, more than hated, our reputation would be completely destroyed.

Yet I found myself nodding yes to him.

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Paulina Kingston

"Sickening bloody bitch. I should have aimed more precise, and hit her in her head." I mumble under my breath as Mr. Baker comes to a stop in the underground parking lot of the company.

"I should have hit her Mr. Baker." He looks to me through the review mirror.

"You should have." He replies bringing a smile onto my face.

"That's why I love you Mr. Baker." The older dark man chuckles.

"Should I wait for you, or shall I..." I sigh leaning back into the seat.

"To be honest with you Mr. Baker, I don't even want to go to work."

"Then—" the door on my left suddenly opens causing both Mr. Baker and I become highly alert.

"Madam-" my eyes widen and I feel my body become rigid as Assad enters the car and closes the door.

"It's been a good while Mr. Baker." He greets Mr. Baker him with a smile.
"Can Paulina and I have a moment in private? I promise it won't be long."

"Only if Madam Paulina wills it. Would you like me to step out the vehicle?" I stare at Assad disbelief.

"Madam Paulina?" I look to Mr. Baker, slowly nodding, and he nods.

"I'll be right outside the door. Just knock the glass if you need any assistance."

"I won't hurt her Mr. Baker."

"I never said you would." He states and opens his door getting out, leaving us. I turn to face forward, tightly clutching at the fabric of my dress, but suddenly his hand touches my left hand and I gasp, pulling it from him.

"You shouldn't touch a married woman Assad."

"You don't have to pretend when it is just us Paulina." He grabs hold of my hand again and my entire body erupts into goosebumps.
"I missed you so much love. You never called, and I just had too see you again. You've gotten so much more beautiful."

"You have been missing in action for a week. Where were you?"

"You were keeping watch of me love?" He smugly smiles, and I pull my hand from him.

"I went to see my mother." My eyes widen.

"How-how is she? What is she ill with? Has she ever forgiven me-" he grabs hold of my hand again, and I look away from his gaze as tears fill my eyes.

I saw Mrs. Benjamin as family more than anything. She loved me as a mother is meant to love their daughter, I just...it hurts knowing that I caused her pain.

"There is nothing to forgive Paulina. Mother was never angry with you." I look up to him in shock.

"Really?" He chuckles softly, nodding, and wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes.
"I cried so much because of the way she looked at me that day. I just...I never-"

"Shhh love."

"I have to see her one day and apologize."

"I can take you with me next time. You can tell your husband you are going on a business trip and we can go see her. I know seeing you will give her much strength." He said excitedly but one word stuck out and replayed in my mind like a broken record.

Husband. Husband. Husband. Husband. Husband.

"I...I'm such a fool." I distance myself again. It felt like a tug and war with my heart and mind. I wanted to remain near him, yet I knew I could not. I cannot give myself false hope.
"Forget I even mentioned such. I think it's best you leave Assad." I tell him, and his face falls.

"I never stopped loving you Paulina." Tears fill my eyes again.

"Please Assad."

"No. Even when I saw the news of your union to that bastard, I never lost my affection for you. I promised myself I would come and save you from this false life."

"We c-can't."

"We still can Paulina, we really can." My heart drops at the strong determination set in his tone and eyes.
"I have a house, and I have enough money to care for you, and our future children. We can-" I push his hands off me, and the way his face fell into sadness was truly too much for my heart bear.

"I'm not giving up on you Paulina."

"Assad-"

"No." He firmly denies.
"I love you. I never stopped and I will not let society or your family, break us apart." He says moving closer to me, cupping my face once more.

Im sure my face and eyes were bloodshot red by the amount of crying I am doing. Here is the boy I cried day and night for, promising to take care of me, declaring his love for me still, yet I knew I couldn't have him, nor him I.

"Assad please." I softly whisper, but he leans forward, placing his lips onto mines and I softly gasp as tingles coursed through my body at the share contact of our lips.

I found myself kissing back, I found myself giving into him, moving onto his lap, deeply craving his touch. The younger version of myself, the girl who has promised to never love another that wasn't him, finding her ease, gaining her solace as she sat wrapped in his arms.

I slowly pull away, my forehead resting against his, my eyes remaining closed as I basked in the blissful moment. He softly pecks me lips again, and I let out a soft sigh, my skin tingling as he places a kiss my neck, traveling down to my exposed bosom.

"I knew you still loved me."

"Assad." I softly moan his name, holding his face and lifting it so that he looks to me again. His hands rub up and down my exposed thighs, seeing as my position has caused the dress to ride up.

"We shouldn't be doing this." I mutter, leaning down to kiss him.

When his thumbs begin to massage my inner thigh, I moan into our kiss, my core beginning to ache with need. He slowly moves his hands even higher and I pull away, eyes locked onto each other, an unspoken question asked and I shakily nod.

My head falls back as a breathless sigh leaves my mouth. The feeling of his fingers touching covered haven was most unfathomable. I never thought I would see him again, never thought I would feel the warmth of his touch again.

He pushes his hand into my panty and I grip tightly to his shoulders, the loud sound of my breathing circling through the stillness of the car. His fingers rubbed up and down through my soaked lips, becoming coated by my slick. I arch into him, when he leans down to kiss my cleavage again, a sigh of relief releasing from my lips.

Carl. A voice suddenly rings out and my eyes snap open, but quickly close again when he rubs my pearl.

My chest was rising and falling with much intensity, the feeling of if I couldn't breathe, yet I knew I was. My moans loud and unashamed.

My stomach tightens with each passing second, tears of joy and contentment falling from my eyes as I feel my climax approaching. The desperate rock of my hips his indication that my release was near.

He allows me lead myself to the blissful edge, but suddenly surprises me when me he pushes two fingers into me.

I cry in pain, grabbing at his hand stopping him before he could push them all the way in.
"Stop."

"I spoke to Dr. Phillis, just relax for me and I promise it will feel good." He says, but I grab hold of his hand tighter, stopping him.

"You spoke to Dr. Phillis?" I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously.

"I wanted to know if you were well. If you had healed after what had happened."

"You spoke to him when?" I push his hand away from me and I think he realized that there was a change in mood.

"This morning." This morning? Does he know of our child- no Dr. Phillis would be a fool to break the contract he signed.

"Paulina-" I climb off him, feeling all reason and reality wash back down on me.

What the world have I done? Mother is going-

"You need to leave." I hit my glass and I see Mr. Baker walk to Assad's door, pulling it open.

"Paulina please let us just talk about this. I was only able to speak to him today, and I swear he didn't tell me anything in detail, he just spoke on the reference of how I am aware of the situation that happened between us. I wasn't trying to do anything to bring harm or ruin to you."

"I never accused you of anything Assad. Yet I find it strange you speak to my doctor just this morning and I just...please get out."

"Paulina-"

"I need you to leave now Assad." He sighs deeply, stepping out of the car. I don't look to him, fisting at my dress again as tears begin to fall from my eyes.

Stop crying so much Paulina! I scold myself.

I hear him call to me and I look to him but Mr. Baker closes the door before he can say anything else. I watch as he steps up to him, and Assad's face hardens. Mr. Baker turns around and gets into the car, after Assad storms off.

"Where-"

"What did you tell him Mr. Baker?" He looks at me through the mirror.

"That he should be wise to make note that you are a married white woman." He truthfully speaks and I look down to my lap.
"Where to Madam?" I don't respond immediately and I hear him sigh softly.

"I mean not to be harsh Madam, but it is the truth. You both should me mindful of both of your actions. Society will do worse to him, than to you." I quickly wipe away the few tears that fell, but more continued to fall.

"I shall take you to Mr. Kingston's office." He says starting up the car and driving off.

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