Beautiful Deception | A Short Story Collab with Chelsea Maria
Hello, beautiful people.
Chelsea Maria and I created a short story for your indulgence!
Please refer all questions to her after you see how this story unfolds.
Of course, I have to direct the blame elsewhere! ;)
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JAZLYN
Malik’s chest was where I belonged, and I rested on it comfortably while twirling my finger around the short hairs on his toned chest. I listened to his heart race as I lowered my hand, grabbing his shaft through his micro-fleece robe. He stirred in his sleep before grabbing my hand.
I lifted my head from his chest, just in time to admire the smirk that covered his full, enticing lips.
“Don’t start anything you can’t finish or handle, Jaz,” he said, his words coming across as a threat—a stimulating threat that challenged me to continue.
We were on day one of our vacation of restoration. And after ten years of marriage, the irrepressible fire that once danced in our eyes had begun to diminish. Our marriage counselor suggested we spend time away from our cozy, two-story home, encouraging us to travel somewhere serene to unwind and enjoy each other’s company.
In less than twenty-four hours, we’d touched each other more than we had in months.
Six months.
Roughly, one hundred and eighty days.
Approximately, four-thousand, three-hundred and eighty-two hours.
Malik and I hadn’t been on the best of terms for a while. Without a real reason, pointless disagreements overshadowed our devotion. Too many late nights at the office had kept him away from home for too many nights.
Sometimes it hurt me to think about it.
Catching me from getting too lost in my thoughts, Malik pinned my wrists above my head. He hovered over me and stared at my lips, then gazed into my eyes.
His chocolate skin gleamed under the light above us. The tall, king-sized bed felt like we were floating on a cloud. I reached up to rub my fingers through his thickly groomed beard. My attraction to Malik Barnes hadn’t dwindled, and it never would. He was the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on—a gorgeous addition to the beautiful woman I was. We’d always looked good together.
“I’m glad we’re here,” he whispered against my lips, making chills shoot through my body.
He still carried the power to control my mind and body. Our souls were tied.
Utterly aligned.
“Me too.” I rolled my fingertips over his smooth cheek, blushing as I traced his strong jawline. I knew seven days in an intimate heaven would do us both a heap of good.
Outside of our suite, the waves of Cancun were at war. They crashed loudly, in sync with our breathing and sloppy, passionate kisses.
“What was it?” I broke our kiss and asked. I’d been wanting to ask him the specific question for a while.
I needed to know what it was about the woman who distanced him from me. I’d never seen her, only heard her taunting voice the night I answered his phone and discovered her existence. I wondered if she looked better, especially since Malik swore I was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
If so, how’d the beauty of another woman hold his attention for five months?
“Jaz, don’t—”
“I just want to know,” I whispered, trying to search his eyes for answers. “I need to know.”
“I hate when you do this to yourself.” He dropped his head and then laid next to me. On our sides, we were face to face, leaning on our elbows for balance. “ I know I hurt you, baby, but that’s dead now. I haven’t talked to her—”
“Since I found out a month ago. Before that, you’d been seeing her for a while, right? Who’s to say—”
“Stop doing this shit to yourself,” he said, gripping my chin. “It was… nothing to me. I fucked up.”
“What weren’t you getting from me?” I held his hand to my face, on the verge of tears. “You can tell me. That’s what we’re here for. You’re my husband, my first true love, my everything. You can tell me anything.”
“Jazlyn. She was convenient,” he stated firmly.
Convenient pussy,” I thought to myself.
Who would’ve thought that would be the reason my husband betrayed our matrimony? Typical.
Tears brimmed in my eyes until I couldn’t control them from slipping down my light brown cheeks. Malik’s lips cleared them as he placed soft kisses all over my face while apologizing.
One hundred and one times. One hundred and two times.
I’d been keeping track of his apologies since it all happened. It was his favorite song to sing—a bullshit tune that never made me feel any better.
“It’s been a decade with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were twenty-five. That hasn’t changed. I’m still in love with you,” he said.
I closed my eyes when he kissed my face again.
I wanted to give Malik everything he ever wanted, including a house filled with kids. Some things were harder than others. Because of my fertility issues, I’d always feared him cheating on me. But Malik promised me that it wouldn’t happen. And now, I couldn’t shake the dreadful feeling that I was the reason he had.
“Malik—”
He shook his head, then sat up and pulled me onto his lap, embracing me tightly. “Seven days in paradise, right? You don’t get to do that to yourself while we’re here. I won’t let you, Jazlyn. I love you, and I’ll spend the rest of our lifetime together making things up to you.”
I exhaled deeply. His signature cologne always made him even more desirable.
“Tighter,” I whispered, a request for him to snuggle me closer.
“I’ll never let go,” he murmured, then kissed my forehead and squeezed me in his arms.
MALIK
“Have a good weekend, Malik. I hope Jazlyn loves the flowers,” my secretary yelled behind me.
I’d always conducted myself in a mannerable way. I spoke when spoken to and answered questions whenever prompted.
Today, I had no time for pleasantries.
I had tunnel vision while speeding down I-95; my mind was focused on one thing.
The place where I rested my tired bones after a long day at work.
The place that my wife of ten years turned into our home.
I was heading home to her.
My peace!
Six months had passed since my wife and I spent seven passionate nights entangled in each other, giving our last in hopes of replenishing our relationship with a fresh start. There was no one to blame for the discord in our marriage but myself. Since the day I met my wife, she devoted her all to making sure I was happy.
Nothing or no one could tell me she didn’t love me. If it wasn’t expressed by her succulent lips on mine, she said it through her actions.
As much as she loved me, I loved her twice as much.
Tying my soul to Jazlyn had and would always be my greatest accomplishment.
I’d never been a man who crumbled under pressure or jumped at everything that glittered. The day Shante waltzed inside my office and introduced herself as my new assistant, I should’ve known those golden brown legs wouldn’t mean me any good.
Instead of remembering the devoted wife I had at home, I gave away the special loving that was only meant for Jazlyn.
After the first taste, I should’ve stopped. When Shante’s pussy nudged my dick, instead of turning her walls into a Hover vacuum like Jazlyn’s, I should’ve stopped. When Shante gagged and almost threw up when my mushroom tip touched her tonsils instead of relaxing her throat and sucking me until cum rained down her legs as Jazlyn did, it should’ve ended there.
All of those should-have moments almost cost me a good thing.
“Baby, is that you?” her sweet voice emitted from our bedroom.
God, thank you.
There was a time I’d arrived home after a long day at work and nothing greeted me but darkness.
Thankfully, cold meals weren’t left in the oven anymore, waiting to be reheated, and she wasn’t in bed pretending to be asleep with her back facing my side of the bed. Under the same roof, we’d become strangers, and I was relieved things had changed for the better.
“Yeah, babe. It's me,” I answered, stepping into our bedroom.
Those honey-dipped eyes peered up at me from the edge of the bed. It was well past five in the evening, and she was lounging around in my old college hoodie and a pair of my boxers. She looked sweet and edible.
Jazlyn’s brown skin tasted better than the richest chocolate. Every inch of her body appeased the taste buds on my tongue.
Watching the curve of her lips form into a sexy smile caused the front of my dress pants to tighten. That’s what she did to me. One smile had the power to motorize every limb in my body.
“How was your day?” she asked, then stood up and strolled over to me on her tippy toes.
I grabbed the front of my hoodie and pulled her into my chest. On her own, she was taking too long. I needed to feel her in my arms—to feel her breath brush across my cheek. Feeling her soft hands run up my arms until they secured themselves around my neck made my day.
I always needed to feel her.
“Did you wait for me?” Running my tongue across her bottom plump lip, I groaned during the vibration of her trembling body.
It had been ten years, and my wife still faltered under my touch. Despite the hurt and pain I caused, she still sought me out in the middle of the night to provide warmth and security that only I could give. After kissing her last fallen tear in Cancun, I vowed to never let sadness replace desire. Every day following I made it my business to make sure Jazlyn knew that opening her heart and giving me her trust again wasn’t in vain.
Nodding, she reached for my tie and pulled me down to her lips. “I did. It's on the bathroom counter.”
“Look at me, Jaz.” With my hands gripping her neck firmly yet gently, I aligned our eyes. “No matter what that test says, nothing changes between us. A negative test doesn’t mean it’ll never happen for us, okay?”
Grinning wide and bright, she nodded again. “It means that we can practice until our bodies are tired.” Listening to her speak while moaning sent my hardened muscle straight to my zipper, begging to be free.
The test could wait, but my urge to consume her entirety, until she begged me to stop, couldn’t. In seven seconds, I had her down to her lace underwear. My hands shook from the adrenaline running through my veins. Everything awakened inside of me.
The constant ringing of the doorbell couldn’t even distract me from trying to dive into my wife’s pot of warm honey.
“Handle that, then I’ll handle this,” Jazlyn whispered and squeezed my swollen erection.
“I want you naked when I get back.” I licked my lips. After winking at her, I turned around and rushed down the stairs. I hoped it wasn’t family or one of our friends. The only thing on my mind was sucking the lining out of my wife’s pussy while she rode my face.
I wouldn’t allow anyone to ruin my meal.
Snatching the front door open, my lips parted to dismiss our visitor but closed after seeing the five-foot-six, petite figure smirking up at me. This couldn’t be happening to me right now.
“Enjoyed your little vacation with the wife?” she asked, mocking my very existence. If I killed her, I could say she was trespassing on private property. I would go on with life and not have one regret on my conscience.
Gritting my teeth, I stepped onto the front porch. “Shante, what are you doing here?” I exhaled harshly.
Rubbing the unmissable roundness of her large stomach, Shante smiled. “Now. Now. Is that the way to great the mother—”
“Babe, who’s at the door?” Jazlyn pushed the front door open and stepped out.
This is not happening to me right now.
The gasp came first, and then her body swayed into mine. “Mal-Malik, what is she doing here?” I flinched upon hearing despair replace the sultriness in her soft voice.
“While our man marvels in the joy of our extended family, I’ll share the good news.” Shante lifted her shirt and revealed her pregnant stomach. “We’re expecting our first child and I’m going to need my man back. I was a good girl for daddy. I let him play with you until your boo-boo was healed from him breaking your heart, but I’m going to need him back now.”
Just when I thought things were back on track, I was reminded why I didn’t deserve Jazlyn.
END
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