Lisa
This wasn't fair...Orlando's my husband. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't risk his feelings. I have too though, I can't tell him the truth. I know how to fix this. This is already fixed. My legs were parted, Orlando's toned, muscular body being their divider. My nails traced figure eights on his back as he made love to me. But what could I give him? I love him, just not right now. I starred blankly at the ceiling's light bulb, which was missing it's globe. Orlando's love sounds went through my left ear and out the other. My mind was gone, wondering how the hell I could've told Orlando that the baby was gone. A tear slipped out and I closed my eyes shut. We use to be so perfect, so in love.
Earlier Today
I wasn't going to be able to enjoy my relaxation knowing Orlando and I weren't on good terms. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
"Babe?" he answered.
Hey, Orlando," I said calmly.
"What's wrong?" he asked anxiously, probably thinking about the baby.
"Nothing, I just want to apologize for last night. I knew you weren't ready. I know you'll come around. Where are you?" I asked, I already knew he was probably at the club his brother Rowland owned.
"How about you track my car?" he said being sarcastic. Smart ass.
"You telling me is all I need." I said, still in my apologetic mode.
"I'm at Applebee's getting some dinner. I'm gonna head back to the club in a minute though. You want something?" I smiled a little, he hadn't offered me lunch or dinner in God knows how long.
"No, baby I'm fine. I'uh, have take out on it's way" I said, smirking to myself as I waited for his reply. "Baby?" I spoke again.
"What was that baby?" he said, i bet he hadn't heard a word I said. Knocks cut through the still air.
"I said no, I'm fine. But somebody's at the door, I think it's Bridgette," I said as I stood up and walked frantically to the door as if they were gonna leave.
"Okay, good. I'll be home soon."
"Bye" I hung up the phone quickly and sat it on the stand near the door. I opened the door.
"Hey," he said as he stepped in, his eyes taking mental photos of my laced figure. He closed the door and I wrapped my arms around his neck pecking his lips. "You gon' talk in this?" he asked, gripping the ass I did have. I had called him over to talk, but think about him brought about a new agenda. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. Turning in my heels, I grabbed his hand and led him to the den.
"Look, we've been doing this for a while, you & I both know it's not right," I said as we both sat down. He sucked his teeth.
"What's been done is done, Lisa."
"You're his best friend! I'm telling him tonight." I said.
"And you're his wife! Why would you want to tear his world apart? Huh? I hit that and quit, you came back wanting more. Can't say I blame you but shit. I know I had my part too, but you taking this shit too far. Just wait till the baby is here." he said getting up.
"Wait! Don't go!" I said hopping up, grabbing on to his hand. He turned around. "There's more...I lost the baby." I said in a quiet tone. Losing my baby was bitter sweet. How was I going to tell Orlando that there was a possibility that our son wasn't our son, but someone else's?
"You what?" he said.
"Maybe it was a good thing? We both know you and I are just in this for the sex! I mean, be real! You don't love me and I don't love you. I can't lie, when I called you over here, I just wanted...sex." I said honestly. "I just got off the phone with him and I feel horrible, I can't keep doing this to him, we can't keep doing this to him." I said as I folded my arms over my chest.
"Just sex, huh?" he said, coming closer to me. "That could've been my kid in there, Lisa," he said. I backed away. "You didn't lose my kid you aborted it!" He screamed as he pushed my hard in my chest.
"What? No!" I screamed back, hesitant as I spoke. He pushed me on the couch. He climbed on top of me, parting my smooth legs. I tried to fight him off, but he was just too strong. He held my wrist over my head with one hand while he fiddled with his zipper with the other. His blue eyes starred into mine as I worked my body, trying to get loose. "This time," he said in a husky tone, "you hurt my baby. I'm hurting him." he said coldly. I starred at him, was he serious?
"If you loved me you wouldn't," I shot back. He only laughed as I felt his hard manhood against my lace covered pearl. I wanted this.
"It's just sex, remember?" he said. His rough-like fingers gripped the layer of lace between my legs and moved it to the side. He went for my neck and my eyes closed, enjoying the powerless feeling I felt. His tongue brushing against my neck. His fingers toying at my pearl. My mind cursed my body as my body released her lust liquids, I wanted more. His fingers found my wet surprise. His tongue went wild, he licked my neck, across my breast and lips. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he feed my lower lips two fingers roughly. My muscles squeezed and he laughed. "You aint ready to leave this alone," he said. My eyes opened, but I shut them back, enjoying the feeling of his long fingers and the symphonic sounds of my wetness. My lady cried when her two friends left her with out warning, but she sucked it all up when her best friend came to visit. Nine inches of fun filled my tunnel. I kept my legs open, allowing him to continue, he was right, I wasn't ready to let this lust go. I worked my body with his enjoying every feeling, every stroke. He pulled himself out and flipped me over. I was on all fours. My fingers found their way to my wet lips and parted them. My pussy begged for more, but he only teased. I relaxed my body and rubbed at my pearl. "Ooo, fuck," I moaned to myself. "Oh fuck!" I screamed as he collided his body with mine. "Aww shit," he groaned as he held onto my waist. He was about to burst, I could feel it already. "Yes....yess," I moaned to myself. "Yesss!"
My body laid slumped over the arm of the couch. The white cream was all over my Italian leather, even more slid down my thighs. I had done it again. I could hear him zipping his pants. "Damn, I gotta stop at the house," he laughed lightly, looking at the mess he had made on himself as well. I pushed myself up from the arm of the couch and laid down on the opposite side, I curled up into a ball, my back facing him. He walked over to me and knelt down. "Now that there are no mistakes on whose baby it is, make sure you take care of lil man," he said, resting his hand on my some what flat stomach. He stood up after kissing my check. He started to turn around until his phone started to ring.
"Rowland," he answered. "He just left?......he say what he wanted?......yeah, I'll be there in a minute." he ended the call. "Looks like lil bro' might be on his way over here, clean this up. Don't let him suspect a thing a Lisa." he said. And with that, he left. I wiped the tears from my checks and slowly stood up. I felt like a horse learning to walk for the first time but I managed to get everything cleaned up. I washed my body in the hot shower. I knew not to cross Rowland, Orlando had told me some of Row's stories, and none of them ended well, Rowland always got his revenge. I laced myself in a black and orange set. "Fix this Lisa." I beat into my head. I could hear Orlando's car pull up. For some reason I still felt caught.
I opened my eyes to find myself in my bedroom. I looked over to see Orlando.
"How did?" I asked, confused out of my mind, hand I been talking out loud?
"Put that dick to you, went right to sleep," he smiled, pecking me on my lips. He turned his head to watch tv, but my eyes remained on him to stare. Orlando was perfect. Maybe there was a chance I could still fix this? How could I tell him that I lost the baby; the baby that very well could've been his blood brother's? And the child that's forming in my belly as I lie here was definitely not his?
"Orlando?" i spoke. He looked over at me with his innocent blue eyes.
"Yeah babe?" for a moment I just starred. Right now we were good, we hadn't been 'good' in a while, and I wasn't about to ruin it. "I-I love you," I spoke.
"I love you too Lisa," he said as his phone began to vibrate. He walked out of the room to take his call. I can't keep this from him, this is artificial happiness. I have to tell him when he comes back in. My phone then vibrated. I picked it up from the night stand. A text from Bridgette, aka Rowland.
"Remember what I said"
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Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:33 am by