By the time we had rotated from machine to machine for a good four hours, I was also pretty drunk. All those free drinks were a blessing and a curse. They were a blessing for obvious reasons—something free is something free. They were a curse because I tend to lose my senses when I’m drunk.
I guess that’s why I didn’t object when Austin asked to escort me back to my room to share a private dinner. I was actually hoping that I would be his dinner, but he ended up ordering room service anyway.
As we shared a bottle of champagne and dined on porterhouse steaks, roasted garlic potatoes, and string beans, I finally started asking him a few personal questions. I found it difficult to believe that a man as fine as he could be readily available.
“So Austin, is there a Mrs. Austin back in California?”
He snickered and shook his head. “No, but there is an ex–Mrs. Austin someplace in the world.”
“Hmm, that makes it sound like you don’t know where she is.”
“That’s because I don’t. Katherine had a lot of ambition, and being a wife wasn’t in her game plan. She wanted her career more than she wanted me.”
“Why couldn’t she have both?”
“She could, but not the way she wanted them. She expected me to stand by and not comment on inappropriate things that she was doing.”
“Like?”
“Like cheating people, for one.” He smirked. “She’s a financial adviser, but the only person’s finances she’s truly concerned about is her own.”
“That’s a shame, but you know that karma is a bitch, and whatever we do in the darkness always comes out in the light.”
“Absolutely.” Austin took my hand in his. “Does that include everything that we do in the darkness?”
I laughed. “Yes, every single thing.”
He got up from the small round table and cut off the single lamp that was on in my room. A few of the bright city lights shone in through the half-drawn curtain. He came over and pulled me up into his arms. Then he gently slid his tongue in my mouth. “Umm, you taste so good, Sam,” he whispered.
“You taste good, too.”
We kissed for a few moments, getting the feel for each other’s passion. Then Austin picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down ever so gently. I watched in appreciation as he took his time taking off his clothes and neatly folding every piece as he went along. I couldn’t really make out every inch of him, but I could see enough, and he was magnificent.
He lay beside me and suckled on my earlobe. “Now it’s your turn, Sam. Show me what you’ve got.”
“You can’t really see what I’ve got in the dark.”
“I like a little something left to the imagination at first.”
I got up from the bed, and he slapped me playfully on the ass. I let out a fake “ouch” and started undressing. “A little strip music would be ideal, but I guess I’ll just try to wing it.”
I swayed my hips to imaginary music and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall off my shoulders and onto the floor. I bent down to pick it up. “Should I be folding my clothes up also?” I asked jokingly.
Austin licked his lips. “Naw, just go for what you know.”
We both giggled.
“Okay, I’ll do that,” I stated as I reached my hands behind my back and unhooked the clasp of my bra.
After my breasts were free, Austin commented, “Umm, nice and full, just like I love them.”
“So you’re a breast man?”
“Oh, yes, I love playing with succulent breasts. It’s the greatest turn-on to me.”
“Well, it turns me on also. I love to have my breasts sucked.”
“Then we’re going to get along just fine.”
I lowered my shorts and stepped out of them. Then I inched my panties off by lowering each side an inch at a time.
Austin reached out his hand to me. “Come here.”
I climbed on top of him and began kissing him again, this time more intensely. He grabbed my buttocks tightly and pushed me up against his dick. I didn’t hesitate for a second to ease down on top of him until he was completely inside.
“You feel so good, baby,” he said as he thrust himself up into me.
I gripped onto his dick like a vise and rode him slowly and methodically. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a dick this good.”
I stopped riding him just long enough to get off my knees and place my ankles on his shoulders. I put the soles of my feet against the headboard and started going back and forth on him like I was rowing a canoe. I had seen that shit in a porn video once and had always wanted to try it.
I went faster and faster until I could feel the head of his dick rubbing up against my G spot, and that caused me to go into a frenzy. I dug my fingernails into his chest as I achieved the first of many orgasms I had that night.
Austin told me to turn around, so I changed positions and climbed onto him with my feet still against the headboard, but this time my toes were pointed to the bed. I grabbed onto his ankles, and he held onto mine. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such excitement as I did in that position. It was incredible.
Austin and I fucked and sucked all night. Then the guilt started hitting me like a baseball bat. Morris was too attached to his mother, but did he really deserve a cheating fiancé? I did love him, even if I had issues with him from time to time.
Austin had to head back to California that afternoon, and it was just as well. He asked to exchange numbers, but I declined. I did tell him that I would never forget our special time together, and believe me, I never did.
Six months later
The big day had finally arrived, and I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t believe I was about to become a bona fide wife and eventually a mother. Morris and I had worked a lot of things out, but he was still catering to his mother way too damn much. She and I had a long discussion that almost turned into a catfight, but we finally came to an agreement to disagree. She obviously saw me as some sort of competitor for his affection, and while every man should always love his mother, he also needs to show respect for his wife at all times.
The church was packed, and my daddy was pacing the floor in the vestibule the way he probably paced the hospital hallway when I was born.
“Daddy, you’re making things worse,” I told him as he turned around for the hundredth time.
“Sam, this is a big day. My baby’s getting married, and all I can say is that man better not ever hurt you, or he’ll have to deal with me.”
I stopped him in his tracks and hugged him. “Morris takes great care of me. Sure, we have our problems, but who doesn’t? Everything’s going to be fantastic. I promise, Daddy.”
“It better be.”
All of the bridesmaids and groomsmen had already entered the church, followed by the two flower girls, and it was now our turn.
“You ready, baby?” Daddy asked.
“Absolutely!”
A huge awe came over the invited guests as we entered the door. I had to admit that my dress was slamming. I had it custom made by an up-and-coming African-American designer out of Philly.
Morris was at the altar waiting for me, and I could’ve sworn I spotted some tears in his eyes. That’s when I knew I was doing the right thing—any man that would cry over my ass deserved my affection for life.
We were halfway down the aisle when something drew my attention to the left. It must have been a gut instinct, because I immediately spotted Austin in the crowd. He had a look of dismay on his face, and I guess I did also. I couldn’t imagine why on earth he would be at my wedding, especially since I never even gave him my contact information.
Somehow I managed to make it through the ceremony without fainting, which is what I felt like doing. What if Morris knew him?
At the reception, I found out the real deal. Austin came through the receiving line, and Morris threw his arms around him for dear life.
“Austin! I can’t believe you made it, man!”
“I c
an’t believe I’m here either,” Austin replied, breaking away from the embrace and staring at me. “You must be the lucky bride.”
Morris guffawed. “Of course. Man, you’re still crazy. I want you to meet, Sam. Sam, this is Austin, one of my closest friends from childhood. I haven’t seen his ass in more than a decade, but our mothers have stayed in contact, so I asked them to make sure he showed up.”
“It’s very nice to meet you,” I said nervously, offering him my hand.
He lifted it to his lips and kissed it. “The pleasure was all mine.”
He winked when he said “was” instead of “is,” making a subtle reference to our night together.
“So what’s up, Austin?” Morris asked. “Where are you living now? What are you doing?”
“I live in San Diego, and I sell pharmaceuticals.”
“So you must travel a lot. It must be exciting.”
Austin eyed me seductively, and I prayed Morris didn’t pick up on it. “Yes, travel is a major part of my job. It can be dismal, but sometimes an exciting opportunity comes along, and that makes it all worthwhile.”
I cleared my throat. “Morris, I’m going to go talk to Daddy for a second. I forgot to tell him something.”
Before Morris could point out the fact that there were still several people in the line behind Austin, I took off. It was a truly fucked-up situation, and I wanted no part of it. At least, I didn’t until…
Austin crept into the bridal lounge while I was in there, hiding from all the madness for a few minutes. This was after we’d done all the traditional things such as cutting the cake, the first dance, etc. I just needed a few moments alone to collect my thoughts.
“Can I come in?” I heard him ask from the doorway.
“No,” I quickly responded, turning to face him. “That’s not a good idea.”
“It’s probably not a good idea, but I’m coming in anyway.” Austin came in and closed the door behind him. “We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I stated vehemently. “You tricked me.”
“I didn’t trick you, Sam. I didn’t even realize that this was your wedding until you walked down the aisle in that dress.”
“How could you not know?” I asked in utter disbelief. “Didn’t you get an invitation? How many women do you know named Sam Jr.?”
“I never got an official invite. My mother called me and told me to come just last week, and I didn’t make my travel plans until yesterday morning. I didn’t know who Morris was marrying. Like he said, we haven’t spoken in ages.”
I rolled my eyes. He obviously was telling the truth, but that did nothing to improve the situation. “Thanks for coming in here to explain. You can leave now.”
Austin reached out and caressed my cheek. “Sam, I—”
I pushed his hand away. “No, don’t even think about it.”
“Sam, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night in Atlantic City. I had no idea how to find you. I even tried bribing someone at the hotel into giving me your information, but the brother backed out on me when he thought about jeopardizing his job.”
I looked into his eyes. “None of this matters now. I got married today, which means I am off limits forever.”
Austin turned toward the door, and I put my back to him. I never heard the door open, though; just the lock clicking. Before I knew it, he had grabbed my waist from behind and pressed me up against the wall. He started caressing my breasts through the lace of my wedding gown and kissing my ear and neck.
“No, we can’t do this,” I objected, trying to get him off me. “Stop it, Austin.”
“You don’t really want me to stop,” he whispered in my ear. “You want me, too. Admit it.”
I didn’t respond because I knew he was halfway right. As much as I had tried to convince myself that what happened between us was simply a one-night stand, there was something special about it that could not be denied.
Austin grabbed a handful of my dress and bunched it up until he could get his other hand in between my legs. He pushed my white satin panties to the side, the ones that Morris was supposed to take off when we consummated our marriage, and started finger-fucking me.
I attempted to contain my moans but ended up giving in to them. I could hear the band playing in the reception hall, and it was merely a matter of time before someone came looking for me.
I pulled Austin’s hand out of my pussy and faced him, lifting his hand to my mouth and licking my own juices off his fingers. I let the last one linger on my lips as I said, “We have to hurry up if we’re going to fuck.”
I couldn’t believe those words had just left my lips, but they did. Austin pulled my dress up again and went down on his knees. He placed one of my thighs on his shoulder as he ripped my panties off. Then he buried his face in my pussy. I couldn’t even see him because of all the material, but I could feel him going to town on me and my pussy juice trickling down my white lace-topped stockings.
“I want you so much, Sam,” he said to me from down below.
“Damn, this is so wrong,” I screamed out, pushing his tongue deeper onto my clit by palming the back of his head. “But I want this, too. I always have.”
Austin ate me out for about five more minutes and then stood up with my leg still elevated. He grabbed hold of my ankle and held it in place so it wouldn’t slip off. I helped him undo his belt and zipper with his other hand, and it was a joint effort to get his dick out as fast as possible.
He slid inside my pussy, and I trembled. The dick was too damn good. We tongued each other down as he banged me slowly up against the wall. We were going at it hard when a knock came at the door. We stopped in mid-stroke and held ourselves there.
“Sam, you in there?” we heard Morris ask as he tried the handle. “Some people are leaving, and they wanted to say good-bye.”
Austin and I just looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then he whispered, “You better answer. He knows you’re in here.”
I tried to catch my breath and calm down before I yelled out, “I’ll be there in a minute! I’m just freshening up!”
I could feel Morris’s hesitation before he came back with, “Okay, but hurry up! Why’s the door locked anyway?”
I didn’t respond. I just listened carefully for his footsteps as he finally walked away. Then we started stroking again until we finished. I went back out to the reception, and Austin left, but not before giving me his numbers.
I know what I did was wrong, but I couldn’t help it, and if I had it to do all over again, I would probably do the same thing. Tomorrow is promised to no one, and while I’m one heck of a good wife to Morris, Austin gave me something special on two occasions.
I did consider doing it again, and even called, but a woman answered his home phone. I wondered if it was his ex-wife but came to the conclusion that she could have been anyone. The only thing that mattered was that a woman did answer the phone, which meant he had moved on.
I know the day will come when Austin and Morris hook up again for whatever reason. I just hope I can keep my composure. I figure that as long as he and I are never alone in the same room, nothing will happen. Then again, I might just want it to. Maybe I’m just out of control.
Penitentiary
* * *
Prisoner #456912
Name: Dalton Wayne Lewis
Aliases: Dalton William Lewis, Wayne Douglas, Robert
Morgan, Delante Young
Convicted of: Possession of Narcotics with Intent to Distribute
Length of Sentence: Three Years
So he’s a convict, big deal. Do you have any idea how much good dick is going to waste in the prison population worldwide? Dalton may not be a superhero, but he is dayum sure a superman. My superman, my dick supply on the inside—that helps the time pass more quickly when I am on the clock and bored to death. Yes, I’m a prison guard, and I guard my favorite dick like the prized possession that it is.
Nobody fucks
with Dalton. Nobody! If they even look at him cross-eyed, I make sure it never happens again. No matter what it takes. This hoodrat came in one time trying to start some shit. (I hate playa haters.) I had his ass thrown in solitary for a week, he came out acting like a church mouse. I can’t have my baby boo harmed while he is locked up. He is the sunshine of my life. When he gets out, we are getting married the same day.
It is against the rules for a guard to have “relations” with a prisoner, so we keep it on the down-low. Sometimes it is hard for the two of us to creep away so I can knock him off a piece. It’s extremely sexually frustrating to be so close to your dick supply you can smell it and still can’t get any. It is pure hell.
I fell in lust with Dalton the day he was processed, and now I simply love his ass. The other day I found out that I’m pregnant. I’m so happy about it I could do a jig. The hurting part is maternity leave. The prison makes you go on leave or work in the office as soon as you start showing. I can understand it, though. They don’t want to accept responsibility for whatever may happen in the case of a prisoner getting rough with me. Heaven forbid if a full-fledged riot broke out. So, I can dig it.
But being away from my baby for months is gonna kill me. The fact he won’t be there for our baby’s birth is too much to bear. I knew what I was getting myself into. I just have to maintain. He’s only doing three years, half of which is already up, and with time in for good behavior, he could get out even sooner. When he does, I am putting in my resignation, marrying him, and having two or three more of his babies. That’s how much I adore my boo.
The first time I saw him, I was sitting at the processing desk where the uniforms, sheets, towels, combs, bars of soap, shampoo, and toothbrushes are handed out, and where the prisoners are assigned a number. It was hot as hell that day. The heat seemed to be coming from both the sky and the ground at the same time. It was the kind of heat my siblings and I used to experiment with as kids by frying eggs on the sidewalk.
The usual stream of gangstas, hoodlums, roughnecks, and such were being guided past my post. They come from the intake room, where they are strip-searched from their ear canals to the cracks of their asses and inspected for paraphernalia. This dude with an upper gum full of gold teeth walked up to me and made his play. They disgust me when they do that. His ass was so ugmo, he probably couldn’t give his dick away with food stamps attached to it in front of a supermarket filled with broke women stressing formula for their babies. Yet he thought I would actually flirt with his stank ass. I do mean stank, too. The brother had that natural aroma thing going on, and it made me want to hurl.