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  ©2019 Delilah Putain

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All characters are over 20 years old.

  "Shit, Jeff. What is it now?" Nalani was trying to finish her mandatory weekend reading of the company's third-quarter reports. She had to do them on the weekend, because there wasn't enough time during the week. Her husband, Jeff had just walked into the room, again.

  "Well, sorry to bother you..."

  "No, you're not..."

  "Yes, I am. But, look, I'm seeing you the way you are and you've really put on too much weight. You are living an unhealthy lifestyle. I think it's because you're spending too much time working. You need to take some time out for yourself and get exercise.

  Nalani sighed and put the report in her lap. "Jeff, twenty minutes ago you came in here to complain about the way I clean the dishes. Now this...are you looking for attention."

  Jeff said, "No, but it would be nice if you paid more attention to me."

  Nalani couldn’t hider her frustration, "Shit Jeff, do you like this lifestyle? Do like this fucking house?"

  "Of course, and I know..."

  "Then leave me alone so I can work, and pay for it all."

  "Hey, I work too. I also help pay bills-"

  "Who pays for the majority of the bills? Who?"

  "You.."

  "Yeah, go away...I swear, sometimes…" She shook her head and looked away.

  "Sometimes, what?" Jeff took a step into the room. He wasn't leaving.

  "Nothing, leave me alone so I can work."

  Jeff walked out. Nalani stared at the wall, and sighed. This was becoming way too frequent. Jeff, her husband of fifteen years, had always been an attention seeker, sometimes she thought it was the reason why he married a black woman. As they dated and spent time together it sure brought a lot of stares, even in a diverse town like Los Angeles. At first it was fun and unique, but now it was pretty common to see bi-racial couples around town.

  The small approving nods, and the disgusted looks, had disappeared. Now, they were another married couple, boredom and real life had set in.

  But, it was twice as hard with Jeff. He was used to the attention, he reveled in it. Now it was gone, and he was demanding more attention from Nalani. He wanted more than she was willing to give. She turned back to the report, she needed to get the thing read and have her notes ready for the Monday morning bull session.

  Jeff walked back into the room.

  "What?" She yelled.

  "What did you mean by 'sometimes?'

  Nalani stood and said, "You know what Jeff? Sometimes, I want another man in the house. One who won't complain about everything, one who gets shit done, and who will keep you busy so I can get shit done."

  "Oh, so you're saying you want another man? You want to date outside the marriage?"

  "You didn't hear a thing I said-," Oh what was the point? He didn't hear her. "Yes, Jeff. That's what I want. I want another man in the house. I want another man here to fuck me, to fuck me the way I want to be fucked. And then, go away." She whispered the last two words for emphasis.

  Jeff stared at her for a second, then a smirk appeared on his face. "Well, good luck with that one."

  "What do you mean by that?"

  "I mean, good luck finding a man who would want you looking like...that."

  Nalani tossed the report on the couch. Was it going to be like this? "What?"

  "Oh come on Nalani, look at yourself. You've gained, what? Thirty pounds since we married. You don't work out, so you're flabby. What man wants a flabby middle aged woman?"

  Nalani stared at him, "Fuck you, Jeff." She turned and walked up the circular staircase towards their bedroom.

  Nalani stared at herself in the full-length bedroom mirror. She was wearing her summer nightie with its matching robe. The curves were all there, an hour glass figure with her giant set of tits sitting on top of hips that swayed like nobody's business. She took everything off and looked in the mirror again.

  If there was anything wrong with her body she thought, it's my big-ass titties. They are huge, but is that really a problem? There are men out there that would want to suck on these all day. Aren't there? She had to admit, she didn't really know. What she did know was Jeff wasn't sucking on them anymore. Not like he used to.

  Her belly had a little paunch to it, but it wasn't overhanging, or look out of place. Her bush was nice, and her skin was a smooth and glowed. Surely, there was a man out there who would appreciate her. She sat on the bed and laid down. There had been offers, even an "almost" at a conference in New Jersey.

  She had met a man, Pete, a well-built ex-college football player who was sexy as hell, and build like a train. He had walked her back to her room after a night of drinking, and the next thing she new they were twisted together on the couch in her suite. As she thought back to that night, her hand drifted down between her legs. She was moist from the memory, she could smell Pete's cologne and musky sweat. Her hands had drifted over his back and gripped the two powerful arms encasing her.

  She was now rubbing her clit. Her hips rose and fall as she recalled her hand encircling his thick hard member. She remembered gasping for breath, as she let her legs fall open so his fingers could enter her. His hands were rough and calloused from his work, and she reveled in the way he drove deep inside of her, finding her G-spot and giving her the best orgasm she ever had without a dick.

  Her legs were now spread wide. Her hand moved rhythmically as she remembered her feelings of excited stimulation, and her hot desire. She wanted to fuck him, he wanted to fuck her. But, in the end they broke off with each other and returned to their senses and married lives. Neither one of them could bring themselves to cheating on their spouse. Though, she had to admit, she definitely cheated in her heart that night.

  She was coming. Her cum flowed out of her and around her hand. Her other hand was pinching and twisting her nipples harshly. She remembered how fiercely Pete had sucked on her tits. While other men treated them like they were too big, not to be touched, Pete had literally taken them inside himself.

  When her body was spent, she stood and walked into the bathroom and took a shower. She thought about Jeff, he was an asshole. She shouldn't have wanted to fuck Pete, and she was glad she didn't. But, she wasn't going to take Jeff's shit off him either.

  After showering, she put on her favorite bikini and a small pair of pumps. She would finish reading the reports out by the pool. The top struggled to contain her huge breasts and the bottom was cut low, the hem barely covering her pussy. She looked like a rapper's slutty groupie in it, and she loved it. There were plenty of men out there who would want her, and they would be willing to romance her for a taste of her body. She just knew it.

  She walked out of the room and down the stairs. She continued out to the patio and tossed the report on her favorite chaise lounge as she passed it. She continued on to the other side of the Olympic sized swimming pool and walked into the pool house.

  She and Jeff didn't actually use it as a pool house. They had decided it was Jeff's getaway spot, his man cave for escape whenever she had her friends over for a coffee and bitching. He was watching a soccer game on TV, he would watch anything sports related. He loved sports.

  Glancing over his shoulder Jeff said, "What's up." He was casual and collected, as if his wife didn't just walk into his room with the tiniest of bikinis on. As if he hadn't just told that same wife she was so ugly that other men wouldn't want her.

  She looked down at him, "You don't think ot
her men would want me?"

  He looked up and down her body, "Not like that, at least not many. And they would all be weird."

  She controlled her breath. "OK, Jeff. Starting today, I'm dating other men. And, I'm going to fuck them. Whenever and wherever I want. Even here, in our own house. And, there's not a fucking thing you can do. So, just be prepared for it."

  "Sure, babe. You go ahead and think that. And you know, I think I'm going to do the same thing. I'm going to bring home any girl I want, and I'll fuck her right in front of you. I'll fucking fuck her while you lay in bed next to me." He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

  "OK, whatever Jeff." She turned to go, her stomach was churning and she felt like throwing up. He hadn't responded like she thought he would. She glanced at the pool table and remembered the time he grabbed her, bent her over and fucked her like an animal. It had been phenomenal dirty sex, and she loved it.

  She would have given anything to have him do it again. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was back to watching the game.

  Fuck him.

  #

  Nalani stared at the salad bar in the local deli and tried to decide what to put on as her toppings. Her mind hadn't been clear since her blow up with Jeff, but she did have a good Monday morning meeting. So, there was that to be happy about. Still, she didn't know what she was going to do with her marriage. The pain of his remarks still stung when she remembered their confrontation in the pool house. Asshole! What an asshole!

  "You don't need to be mad at the sunflower seeds, it's not their fault." The voice came from her side.

  Nalani turned to see the source. She found herself looking into the amused face of a one of the hottest brothers she had ever seen. She stared into the deep eyes, thought she might have seen a beard, and then looked away again before she looked back. Holy shit! This dude is hot! And, he did have a nicely trimmed beard outlining an impossibly square jaw.

  She said, "Wh-, um, what do you mean? Angry sunflower seeds? Huh? Um, yeah." Smooth girl, real smooth.

  His chuckle was carefree and happy. "You've been staring at the salad toppings for about a minute, with the angriest look I've ever seen at a salad bar. You must really hate salad toppings."

  She smiled, giggled, "Um, no. I'm not mad at the sunflower seeds. I like them?"

  "Are you asking me?" He said.

  "No, I mean, I do."

  "Oh, I thought I had a kindred spirit. I hate sunflower seeds."

  She composed herself and then said, "Oh, I prefer croutons."

  The man held out his hand, "I'm Michael."

  "Huh?" She shook his hand, feeling the strength of his grip and watching the striations of his shoulder muscle move as he shook her hand.

  "That's my name, Michael."

  "Yeah, hi."

  There was a moment of silence. He smiled a little, and said, "This is usually where you tell me your name."

  "Oh, um, Nalani. Why?"

  "No reason, Nalani. I just think if we are going to know the deepest secrets about our hatreds of salad toppings, we should at least be on a first name basis."

  She laughed now. Shit, he was hitting on her. This gorgeous dude was actually trying to pick her up. Nalani took a deep breath and exhaled. She fumbled with the crouton spoon and dumped way too many of them onto her salad. She then handed it to Michael.

  He waved his hand, "Thanks but no. I'm eating keto. No bread or sugars for me."

  "Oh, so like low-carb?"

  "Very."

  "Mm, well it's working." She was eyeing his bicep on the arm holding his salad tray. As it rolled up and down like an animal living under his skin.

  "Thanks. So, you going to eat here? Or go back to your office and stare at the dude in the cubicle in front of you."

  Nalani laughed, "Um, I think I'm going to eat here. I usually do." She lied.

  "Liar."

  "Excuse me?"

  "I've seen you here a lot. You always leave and go eat somewhere else."

  She smiled at him, "Well, I'm changing my ways today."

  "May I eat with you then?"

  You can eat me for sure she thought, "Absolutely."

  After they paid and sat down they chatted about all sorts of ridiculous topics. Michael was good at putting her at ease. The only thing was his A-shirt he was wearing. She could see his shoulder and arm muscles, and his chest, and very flat stomach. The package was clothed in the barest of garments. It was hard to not let her imagination run wild.

  Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, it was her assistant Terry, the message was short and succinct: "I don't know where you are but get you ass back here. The McPherson account is here! Right now"

  "Oh, shit!" She jumped up and grabbed her salad she had barely touched. "I lost track of time and a client is waiting for me! I need to go."

  Michael said, "Sorry, if I distracted you."

  "No, no. It was great but I really need to go."

  "Will I see you here tomorrow?"

  She smiled at him, "Absolutely."

  "Nalani?"

  "Yes?"

  "I have to ask, is there a Mr. Nalani, or some equivalent?"

  "Yes, there is. But, it's cool. We have an...understanding."

  Michael smiled at her, "Gotcha, that's cool. I like understandings."

  Nalani saw him the next day, and the day after. On Thursday they met and after eating, he walked her to her car. Nalani was fascinated with his body. Jeff had once had a body like his, muscular and cut, but now it was covered in fat, framed by his shitty attitude.

  Michael certainly acted interested, she wanted to see how interested. So, she parked her car on the top floor of the parking structure, which was always empty. After they ate she asked him to walk to the car, she said there was a creepy guy hanging out in the stairwell.

  Michael walked next to her, telling her about his day. He was a freelance designer of machinery and other industrial parts. He worked out of his apartment, and he recently moved to LA from San Francisco. The elevator opened up on the empty parking level, and they walked towards her car. He made a funny comment about her Mercedes, and she laughed and playfully bumped into him. His arm slipped smoothly around her waist and pulled her in. As they reached the car he turned her towards him and kissed her.

  She should have said no, and pushed him away. But, her body betrayed her true wishes and instead, she kissed him back. His hand slipped downwards and cupped her ass, he pulled her in closer as his tongue snaked into her mouth. She dropped her purse on the ground and the kisses became deeper and hotter.

  Nalani could feel her pussy warming and growing moist. This man was making her feel things she hadn't felt since Pete, and things she hadn't felt from Jeff in years. Michael's hand slipped down and grabbed her ass, squeezing hard and drawing her tighter. Nalani could feel his erection through pants against her hip. As if it had a mind of its own, her hand grabbed his crotch, cupping the entire area between his legs.

  She was holding the biggest and hardest handful of dick she ever felt. She rubbed the length of his meat and Michael groaned. The hem of her dress was rising up the back of her legs. He was slowly pulling it up, her body responded by pushing itself against him, pinning him to the car. She unzipped his pants and reached inside, his dick was straight and long. She gripped it hard over his underwear.

  Then she felt cool air on her moist panties. He had managed to pull her dress over her hips. Michael wasted no time and slipped his hand down the front of her panties. His fingers traced the edge of her moist folds, and then easily slipped inside of her. Nalani moaned, and sighed as a small orgasm rolled through her body. Shit! She was so fucking easy!

  Michael kept playing with her, slipping his fingers inside and out while his thumb played with her clit. As he did this, she continued to stroke his cock. Her hand slipped off and cupped his balls, his very large balls, and pushed them firmly but slowly against his body. Everything about the man was perfect. Nice body and a very nice package.

  Michael drew
his fingers out of her and whispered, "The backseat of this Mercedes looks very comfortable."

  Nalani looked up at him and then at the car. Fuck yes it looked comfortable, especially if she was laying across it. But, she couldn't, not yet. Not yet.

  She thought how she could tell this man no without coming across as a cock tease. Michael solved it for her, "Too soon? Too much right now?"

  Nalani wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Yeah, look I want to. But, just not right now."

  "Mm."

  "However, I have another thought. How about you come over to my house tomorrow night."

  "Friday night? Yeah, that would be cool. But, uh, Mr. Nalani..."

  "Has nothing to say about it."

  "He'll be gone?"

  "It's up to him. Look, it's cool."

  "OK, if you say so."

  "Yeah, don't worry. Understand one thing, I'm fucking you this weekend, no matter what. Mr. Nalani, AKA Jeff, may or may not be there. He probably won't join us, but he will be invited. Whatever he chooses doesn't matter, you are going to fuck me. Because, I want it. And, I deserve it."

  Michael laughed, "Goddamn, girl. You are one tough...woman."

  Nalani smiled up at him, "I'm one horny bitch who needs a nice big dick inside of her. A lot. And you, just happen to have the perfect tool to fix my problem." She grabbed his softening cock, encircling the shaft with her hand. Michael closed his eyes and enjoyed her firm grip.

  "So, you are coming then right?" She asked.

  "As many times as you want me to."

  Nalani called her office and told them she would be off for the rest of the day. She drove home and thought how she should approach Jeff about Michael. Fuck it, she thought, I don't have to warn him, I already did. Let's see what he thinks when he sees Michael walking through the front door.

  #

  "What are you doing?" Jeff asked.

  "Getting ready for my date tonight."

  Jeff laughed, "Your what? Date?"

  "Yeah, my date. I have a friend coming over."

  "What the fuck are you talking about?"

  Nalani turned and looked at Jeff, "You know what I'm talking about. I told you I would be seeing other men. And, the first one is coming over tonight."