Chapter 1

The night was crisp as Jake made long strides down a busy sidewalk with a cell phone glued to his ear, “Yeah, babe, look, I already told you. I’m working overnight at the warehouse again. I’ll see you in the morning before you leave for work.”

He walked by two young women that eyed him suspiciously but he was so engrossed in his lie that he didn’t pay them any attention.

Once the call ended, he slid the phone into his front pocket and grinned as he approached his destination, a fancy hotel that cost upwards of $400 a night but lately, he had found himself involved in activities that put extra cash in his pockets that his wife knew nothing about.

His eyes spotted her. A dazzling vision of loveliness. Not that his wife wasn’t lovely but this woman had an air of elegance to her from how she spoke to how she dressed in designers from head to toe. She stood wearing a fitted black cashmere sweater that made her perky tits sit even higher, a red infinity scarf around her neck, and a pair of dark denim jeans with a pair of red leather boots.

He licked his butter pecan-colored lips and strutted over to her, planting a kiss on her peach-colored lips. She placed her right hand with perfectly done nails on the back of his bald head, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me stupid,” she said with a degree of sophistication that made his dick rock hard. He loved her foreign accent. And she loved fucking, to her it was the best form of cardio and she spent a lot of time engaging in the act.

“You want daddy to fuck you stupid?” he asked as he stared into her blue eyes.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The right side of his mouth curled upward. Their hands touched before they took several steps leading into a fancy hotel lobby.

Face down, ass up, strong hands gripped the meaty portion of her ass cheeks as eight inches of steel plowed her pussy relentlessly, “Yes, fuck yes, like that, Daddy!” she yelped as he pounded away.

Beads of sweat formed above his brow. He blew out puffs of air after every thrust. Her pussy lips were stretched around his girth, and a thin film of nectar appeared on his shaft just as she sang in a falsetto.

He pulled back to where just the tip was in and watched as her pussy lips pulsated on his member. As he allowed her to finish climaxing, he pushed his thumb into her tight puckered ring which gave way easily. “I love that you like my dick in your ass,” he said as he transitioned from her wet center to her back door.

He slid in with ease and thrust to his heart’s content, “Fuck,” he moaned and groaned with each hip movement. He drilled her nice fast until he erupted into her hole.

After that riveting performance, they lay in bed, her hand on his chest, “I want to go again Daddy,” she said as if he didn’t just wear her out.

He chuckled, “Come on now, wait until the morning.”

She shook her head and went under the covers and took his cock into her mouth sucking until he became stiff enough to mount. She had her way with him until she climaxed and passed out.

Soft rhythm and blues played in the background as Nyla sang sweetly. Her voice was melodious and delightful, in fact, she always wanted to be a singer but was modest about her talent. She was often told by her husband that she didn’t have the look the music industry wanted.

She rubbed her center with a yoni bar, I don’t know why I even bother doing this ... it’s not like my husband is going to fuck me, she thought.

It had been over a year without sex. She had fallen into depression at one point and gained several pounds. She was always a thicker girl but before she considered herself a thick fit with voluptuous curves that many men took notice of whenever she wore fitted dresses.

She placed the bar which was in a netted bag with a string onto a shower caddy hook and began to pleasure herself. Her fingers danced on her gem rubbing rapidly until she gasped. She laughed nearly psychotically for a moment before almost crying, “Pull yourself together,” she said before shutting off the water.

As she left the shower and began to dry her body, she heard the door open. Moments later, her husband appeared in the bathroom, he didn’t even look at her naked body which made her grab for a robe and cover herself.

As he took a piss she eyed him, “Do you still find me attractive?”

“Here we go again,” he said as he rolled his eyes, “we’re not going to do this today.”

“It’s just a question. Because if you don’t want this marriage--”

“And what you gone do?” he asked as his jaws clenched, “where are you going to go? I pay all the bills. That lil job you got ain’t gone pay nothing.”

Her eyes welled with tears, “I’m just tired of this. I have needs. I want to be held. I want to be touched.”

He scoffed as he eyed her standing there in the robe, “How you expect my dick to get hard. When we first met, you were straight, and now ... you just let yourself go.”

Her eyes watered.

“And don’t start that crying bullshit. You know I’m just being honest.”

“I was depressed. We lost—”

“Look man, that was over a year ago. It’s time to move on. You can’t keep using that as an excuse,” he said before leaving her in shambles as her mind played back the dreaded moment, she lost their child running behind him one night as he was partying it up with a group of women.

Since then, she could only think that it was her fault the child didn’t survive. Too much stress and a poor diet plagued her mind and sent her spiraling out of control. Before she could sulk any longer, she heard, “I want my breakfast in ten minutes. I have things to do,” he bellowed from the bedroom.

After Nyla headed to work, Jake proceeded to get ready for work himself. He had to be at the warehouse early before anyone arrived so he could make his transactions. He threw on a pair of brown pants and a white t-shit with a black and red flannel button-down shirt on top. He grabbed his keys, and wallet and left quickly.

Jake stood on the loading deck putting boxing into a van with another co-worker. After they were done, the rather suspect-looking gentleman handed them stacks of cash, “Nice. I’ll be in touch next week for more product. I have a new client ... some foreign dude out of London,” said the Hispanic man with a deep accent.

He shook the man’s hand and watched as he entered his van and later drove off. He turned to his friend, “I’ll be able to get my new ride by the end of the year.”

“Well, damn, what kind of car are you trying to get?” his short stocky friend asked somewhat annoyed.

Jake sucked his teeth.

“Just saying, you would have enough by now if—”

“If what?”

His friend shook his meaty head. He wore a troubled look on his face, “Look man, I’m not trying to keep doing this—”

Jake huffed, “I told you just until I stack enough chips—”

“If you stop spending money on fancy hotels—”