Enough Of The Drama

Enough of the Drama

By:

P. Dotson

Copyright © 2015 P. Dotson

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Ciara

   Marcus held Ciara upside down by her waist, with his face buried deep in between her thighs. Skillfully she placed all of the beautiful man that stood before her in her mouth sucking on his joystick like a vacuum cleaner. The sight of Ciara like this turned Marcus out, adding to the pleasurable sensation that he was already feeling. He could barely keep his concentration on the task at hand as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

   “That’s right baby, just like that,” Marcus moaned while penetrating her forbidden hole with his thumb.

   Unable to stand it any longer he threw her on the king sized bed. He grabbed her from behind and placed himself inside her warm and wet opening. Ciara arched her back and gripped the sheets.

   “Mmmmm,” she moaned as Marcus went well deep into her pussy stroking each and every one of her walls. She did her best to match his strokes throwing her ass back at him with every powerful thrust he sent her way. “Marcus, baby,” she moaned as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

   “You like that?” Marcus asked through gritted teeth.

   “Yes Papi,” she moaned savoring the euphoric moment. She squeezed her pussy walls tightly around his dick, not ready to release him just yet.

   “Dayum,” Marcus grunted as he bent over and planted soft kisses on her back.

   The warmth of her pussy was intoxicating. She was his sexual high. She was his drug and he was now a full blown addict, he couldn’t quit if he tried. Marcus could feel the veins in his dick beginning to grow. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He grabbed her hips tightly increasing his speed. The sounds of their sexual endeavor bounced heavily off the walls, making a beautiful sound that only they could appreciate.

   “Yes Papi,” Ciara squealed.

   “Shit,” Marcus moaned as he bent over and released himself deep inside of her womb. He held onto her hips and slowly pumped himself in and out of her juicy opening until his dick was fully satisfied. “Damn baby,” he said as he collapsed on the bed beside her.

   Ciara snuggled up beside her man and draped her arm over his sweaty chest. “You know you got some good dick right?”
   Marcus gave her a sideways glance and smacked his lips. “Please, tell me something I don’t know.”
   Ciara laughed at his cockiness and playfully mushed him in the head. “Get over yourself.”

   “What time is it?”

   A frown claimed Ciara’s face. “It’s a little after one. Why?”

   Marcus sat up and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “I think its time for me to go.”

   Ciara immediately begin to pout. “But why, you stayed last time,” she whined. “I don’t even get to see you that often.”

   Marcus sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit. He already knew he would hear an earful from Cassidy when he got home. After a long and stressful day at work he just wanted some good pussy and a good night’s sleep. Marcus stood up and stretched.

   “Are you leaving right now?”

   “I’m going to go take a shower first.”

   “Why? You scared she might smell ya’ dick?”

   Marcus laughed. “You funny, I see you got jokes.” He bent down and kissed her on the forehead before heading to the shower.

   As soon as she heard the shower running Ciara sat up and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that she stashed in her nightstand drawer. She shook one out of the pack and lit it. She pulled hard, deeply inhaling the dangerous contents of her cancer stick before allowing the smoke to exit through her nostrils. She was trying to quit but it was a losing battle. Dealing with Marcus was stressful. Other than sex, smoking was her only other outlet to relieve the stress of her fucked up situation.

   She and Marcus have been involved for the past two years. In her heart she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help that she up and fell in love with her sister’s husband. It started out as a business arrangement. She was selling pussy and he was buying. It was all good in the beginning because Marcus was extra generous with his money and the good dick was a bonus. But as time passed they began spending more time together and slowly but surely feelings got involved. It became more than a sexual fling in Ciara’s eyes. He would often take her out of town with him while on business trips and would even introduce her to some of is colleagues as his wife.

   Tears stained her eyes as the guilt of her reality tugged at her heart. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t bring herself to end it. She was being selfish. She wanted what Cassidy had. She wanted to live in the big fancy house, and drive nice cars. She was tired of sleeping alone at night. She didn’t want to sneak around anymore; she felt it was time to let the cat out of the bag.

   “A penny for your thoughts,” Marcus said.

   Ciara looked up at him and smiled. She admired his body as he stood in the middle of the floor with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body still slightly wet glistened in the dimly lit room caused a slight moisture to form between her legs. Who couldn’t fall in love with this god?  He stood about six two, smooth honey skin and dreamy light brown eyes.  His body was well-toned and fit just like an athlete.

   Ciara put out her cigarette. She couldn’t let him leave without giving him something to remember. “Can I taste it one more time?” she pleaded getting down on all fours, crawling off the bed and making her way over to him.

   Marcus shook his head and smiled as he watched her take off his towel with her teeth. “Girl you wild,” he said biting his bottom lip as she placed his semi-hard dick in her mouth, locking her jaws around her prey. Marcus threw his head back, his knees nearly buckling from the excitement surrounding his dick.

   Ciara kept her eyes on the prize as she bobbed her head up and down never once letting his dick slip from her mouth. She tickled the tip of his dick with her tongue and teased his balls with her hand. Marcus grabbed the wall beside him in order to keep his balance. He looked down at her enjoying the sight of his dick disappearing inside of her mouth.

   “Get rough with that shit,” he coached grabbing the back of her head thrusting his hips forward. Ciara obliged biting down on the base of his dick. “Shit,” he moaned momentarily placing both his hands on her shoulders. He regained his composure and placed his hand on the back of her head and continued to fuck her mouth until he came long and hard.

   Ciara happily accepted all of his babies into her mouth.  Marcus leaned against the wall until she was finished. He loved that she was a freak and didn’t mind going above and beyond for her man. She gave him the green light to do anything he wanted to try and she didn’t mind allowing him access to her third hole.

   Marcus wiped himself off and quickly got dressed. He stayed longer than he intended, but that’s how it always went when he was with Ciara. “Damn girl you make a nigga wanna drop to his knees,” he said shaking his head.

   Ciara laughed and sat down on the bed. She picked up her pack of cigarettes and lit another one, despite the fact that Marcus couldn’t stand the smell of cigarette smoke. He looked at her and shook his head.  She continued to watch him dress.
Damn, that’s a sexy ass man,
she thought. She didn’t want him to leave. She wanted to fake the funk and pretend that seeing him go didn’t hurt, when in actuality it hurt like hell. Over the years her pussy has become accustomed to the dick and she feels she has paid her dues. She has stood back and played the side chick long enough.

   It’s time for her to play the role of wifey, but Marcus keeps telling her when the timing is right. She’s getting sick and tired of hearing the bullshit. Every time he left to be with Cassidy it felt like he was taking a piece of her with him. She never knew she could love someone so much. It hurt that she couldn’t wake up to him every morning. She was ready to start a family, she was tired of waiting.

   She played with the seven karat ring he’d given her on Valentine’s Day. He had it engraved
You and me Forever,
that was the night he told her he loved her. Just the thought of the memory nearly brought tears to her eyes.

   Ciara was so consumed with her own thoughts she didn’t notice that Marcus was now fully dressed and staring at her. He was completely infatuated with her. She’s tall with a body like a model, rich, long beautiful hair that flowed freely down her back, smooth caramel skin, soft brown eyes and kissable dimples in each cheek.

   “What are you smiling about?”

   Ciara felt herself blush. “You,” she admitted.

   He laughed. “Come on and walk me out.”

   “Okay,” Ciara pouted, reluctantly getting up off the bed. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her nude body.

   “Don’t do that.  You know I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me,” he said lifting her chin.

   “I’m not mad. I just don’t like it when you leave me.”

   “Just bare with me a little while longer. Just until I make partner with the firm. Then I’m all yours,” he said spreading his arms. “You stopped working at the club right?”

   “Yep,” she lied.

   Marcus chuckled. “I can’t believe you lied to me, and with a straight face. I know everything you do Ciara.” Ciara looked away with guilt written all over her face. “I can’t make you my wife if you still shakin’ ya ass for dollas.”

   Ciara kept a straight face even though she wanted to laugh because he sounded weird trying to use slang. “Real talk Marcus the reason why I haven’t quit the club is because I don’t want to lose that source of income. How do I know you’re not going to leave me high and dry huh? It’s been two years and I’m still waiting.”

   “Just trust me baby. I thought you said you trusted me,” he said cupping her face in his hands. He tenderly stroked the side her face with his thumb while staring her dead in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”

   After a long pause Ciara nodded her head yes. “I do,” she said momentarily looking down at the floor before looking back up at him.

   “Good,” he smiled kissing her gently on the lips. “You know I love you right?”

   “I love you too Marcus.”

   He released her and smiled. “That’s what Daddy likes. And don’t let me hear about you down at the club again. Come on,” he said exiting her bedroom.

   “Okay,” she muttered walking arm and arm with him to the front door.

   “I’ll let you know when I get home. Are you going to stay up and wait for me?” Ciara nodded her head yes. “I love you.”

   “I love you too, bay.”

   Like a sad puppy dog Ciara stood back and watched Marcus climb into his Range Rover. Her heart ached to be with him.  As soon as his lights disappeared out of the driveway she sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. She rocked back and forth and cried like she did so many other nights when Marcus would leave her to be with Cassidy. She wondered why love had to be like this. After she was finally finished with her pity party she made her way upstairs and laid down, waiting by the phone for a call that more than likely would never come.

Cassidy

   Cassidy checked the clock for the umpteenth time, as she impatiently paced her living room floor. It was just a little past two o’clock in the morning and her husband once again is MIA. She picked up her house phone and dialed his cell phone number only to receive his voicemail. She slammed the phone down.

   “Where the fuck is he on a Wednesday?” she thought out loud. She roughly ran her fingers through her hair before wildly swinging at the air in frustration.

   Most women would fear the worst, but not Cassidy. It’s not the first time Marcus has pulled some bullshit like this. For the past two years their marriage has been strained. They rarely talked or socialized with one another and their sex life is non-existent. He’s been coming and going as he pleases, staying out all hours of the night with little to no regard for her feelings. She understood that he’s a lawyer and some of his cases require some extra attention, but she knew the only case that was getting his attention at two o’clock in the morning is a case of pussy.

   Cassidy refrained from shedding any tears as she walked over to her couch and plopped down hard. Her feet were starting to hurt from pacing the floor for so long. She picked up the picture that sat on her end table of her and Marcus on their wedding day. At that moment she couldn’t stop the dam of tears that flowed as she thought back to happier times.

   They were high school sweet hearts, married for the past ten years.  Cassidy put her own education on hold in order to put Marcus through law school, a decision her parents will never let her forget. But she couldn’t help it. She was young and in love. She was willing to do anything to please her man. Cassidy went hard for Marcus, balancing between three jobs, being a doting wife and attentive mother. At times money was tight and things got rough but never the less they were happy.

   Over the years Cassidy noticed a drastic change in her husband. It seemed the more money he made the more problems
they
had. After Marcus graduated from law school he immediately began working for a prestigious law firm and Cassidy was able to quit all three of her jobs. Their new income allowed them to move out of their tiny two bedroom apartment and into a luxurious two-story brick colonial. 

   As she took a trip down memory lane she lit a cigarette; a habit she picked up over the years because of the never ending drama with her husband. She smiled thinking back of when Marcus used to be so loving and attentive. He would send her flowers just because or he would leave cute little poems on her pillow before she went to work. Sometimes on her days off he would even cook her breakfast in bed. She wiped her tears and shook her head as a heartbroken sigh escaped her lips, she wished they could go back to the way things used to be.

   Quarter of three Marcus finally decided to make his grand entrance. Cassidy stood up with her hands on her hips ready to pounce. She met him at the door. Marcus opened the door pissed because his prayers that his wife would be asleep when he got home went unanswered.

   “Where the hell have you been Marcus?” Cassidy demanded.

   Marcus sighed not bothering to hide his irritation. “I was out Cassidy, damn. After work I went out to have a drink. Is that alright with you?”

   “Yes that’s fine, but I’m sure your phone works,” she snapped turned off by his attitude. “I was worried I thought something might have happened to you.”

   “Oh you keeping tabs on me now?” he asked walking around her and throwing his leather jacket on the sofa. He looked around the living room and shook his head. He hated it with a passion. Everything in it was checkered in black and white, right up to the damn ceiling fan.

   “No, it’s called having consideration for other people’s feelings,” Cassidy said right on his heels.

   “Look Cassidy I’m a grown ass man, a’ight. So I can come and go as I please. Besides if something were to happen to me I’m sure you would be the first to know.”

   Cassidy jerked her neck back in disbelief. She should’ve been used to the blatant disrespect by now, but she was hoping she could make him see that he was being unfair, and the way he was treating her was wrong.

   “Marcus, you’re being so selfish right now. I am your wife you could show me some respect.” Cassidy pleaded feeling defeated already.

   “Look, I don’t feel like arguing with you Cas. I had a long day at the office and I just want to go to bed.”

   “So now you want to get some sleep!” she spat getting in his face. “I am your wife Marcus; I don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

   “Whatever!” he said shaking his head and dismissing her with his hand. “I’m going to bed,” he said moving around her and heading upstairs. He was done. He wasn’t in the mood for Cassidy’s petty bullshit, not after the night he had with Ciara.

   “That’s all I get?”

   “What the
fuck
do you want from me? Damn!” he yelled. He was reaching his boiling point and he was two seconds from hauling off and smacking the shit out of her. Cassidy jumped back from his sudden outburst. He shook his head and continued upstairs.

   “How about some fucking respect and consideration from time to time,” she yelled following him up the stairs. “When do I get a dinner date, Marcus? Huh? Do I have to make an appointment to spend time with my husband? Do I?”

   “You better calm down before you wake up Junior,” Marcus said looking over his shoulder as they reached the top of the stairs. “Now I’m telling you for the last time I’m going to bed. I’m not in the mood for this shit.”

  
I don’t know why I even married this bitch
, he thought to himself.

   “So you’re not going to apologize?” she asked shrugging her shoulders before folding her arms across her chest.

   “No,” he said, feeling he did nothing wrong. “For what?”

   “I should have left your ass a long time ago?” Cassidy said shaking her head.

   He smirked, “I’m not begging you to stay.” A silent pause filled the air, as Marcus laughed at the pitiful look that claimed Cassidy’s face as he turned and walked towards their bedroom leaving her standing there stuck on stupid.

   Cassidy stood there in shock. “Did he really just say that to me?” she asked herself. She placed her fist in her mouth and muffled a scream. The pain that surrounded her heart was unbearable. She felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and stomped on. She dropped to her knees and allowed her tears of pain to break free. They made a steady stream, flowing from her eyes like a leaky faucet, spilling down her cheeks and onto her night gown.

   She couldn’t bring herself to face Marcus not after what he just said. She’d never felt so alone in her life, but this wasn’t the first time Marcus has made her feel like she is less than nothing and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She’d given this man her all and it he obviously didn’t appreciate it.

    What could she do? Where would she go? Despite his blatant disrespect and verbal abuse she couldn’t find the strength to leave him. He’s the only man she’s ever known. So as usual, she chose to ignore the obvious signs. Like the smell of perfume that lingered on his clothing, or the fact that he no longer looked at her the way he used too. He didn’t hold or touch her anymore. She chose to ignore all the signs pointing out the obvious fact; her marriage was over. It was clear her husband has moved on and so should she, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the man who had captured her heart.

   She sighed and slowly stood to her feet. She decided to sleep in the guest room, and apologize in the morning like she always did.