Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story Page 4

  He removed her clothes as Olivia smiled from his gentle touch. She stared at him then back at his supersized package, eyeing him down and ready for whatever. She couldn’t take it anymore and just wanted him to fuck her, please her. She was gushy wet between her legs, causing Zay to anxiously want to get inside her juicy pussy.

  Olivia leaned up while licking her lips, and then hooked her fingers inside the elastic waist of his boxer briefs. She smiled while pulling them down to his knees then watching them drop to the floor. Immediately, with both hands, she grabbed his thick dick and started licking it on both sides. She licked slowly and softly, taking her time, like she was counting the number of veins she could make come out of hiding from such an arousing stimulation. She gazed up at him; sucking him into a deeper trance as her warm juices covering his wood was intertwined with the luring stare of her beautiful, slanted eyes.

  “Mm,” Zay moaned, just above a whisper.

  This only enticed her sex drive more. Olivia shined the crown of his dick head with saliva then sucked him in so deep that he thought she was pulling his soul up out of his body.

  “Damn,” he moaned. He was standing on his tip toes, trying desperately hard to maintain himself. His stomach muscles tightened every time she’d deep throat him. With spit oozing down the sides of her fingers and jacking Zay at the same time, had him zoned the fuck out.

  He tapped her lightly, toes still gripping the carpet. “Baby, its coming,” he warned her.

  She gazed up at him. “Let it come,” she whispered between pulls and sucks.

  “Ahhh shit,” he moaned while holding the back of her head, now slamming his hard dick in her mouth. Olivia gagged as an anxious tear crept down her cheek. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to bust in her mouth and release the inner freak inside her that so desperately wanted to come out and play.

  “Aaaaahhhhh!!!” Zay let out a roar from having such an incredible nut. He shot off a thick load in Olivia’s mouth as she gulped it down and kept sucking it. “Damn, baby,” he said, still enjoying the rush that she was giving him. He gently pushed her to lie back on the bed, and then he opened her legs. He then devoured her goods, enjoying the tasty juices flowing from her fountain. “You already came?”

  “I couldn’t help it,” she said, knowing that anytime he let her please him like that, she’d have an orgasm too.

  Zay started back sucking her clit. Just feeling it swell up on his tongue had him eager to keep licking and sucking. His tongue vibrated back and forth on her clit in a high speed motion, causing her to have orgasmic convulsions. He made her feel so good, to the point that she wished she could see him every day. She was now sensitive and trying to push his head back, but he was relentless.

  “What I tell you about running?” He said with authority. Olivia’s pussy got wetter and wetter. Tasting her juices turned him on more and more.

  “Put that big dick inside me, baby. Fuck me. Make love to me. Just hurry up and give it to me.” She begged and much to her delight, he was ready to please her; however she wanted it.

  Zay stood back for a moment to enjoy the view of her beautiful dark skin glow. Her fat pussy, staring at him and begging for his attention, had him slow jacking his erect manhood. He stepped up to her again, this time grabbing her legs and pushing them back as far as they’d go. Her feet were pinned to her chest. When he dropped his big dick inside her inviting pussy, she screamed out in a sensual tone.

  “Daaaaaaaaaaamn,” she said from the amazing feeling she had. He had her legs trembling uncontrollably as he went deeper and deeper.

  Chapter Six

  Mark pulled into the driveway at their house and patiently waited for the garage doors to slide up. He’d felt rushed all day, following the fender bender. Once making it to the BMW car dealership and having to wait an hour, he was finally given a Dodge Charger to drive until his car was ready. He took in a deep breath, feeling some type of way. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something had him feeling tense.

  Once the garage was fully open, he drove up in it and killed the engine. The motion sensor automatically made the garage door slide back down. Mark got out of the car, shuffling the keys from one hand to another. He opened the back car door and grabbed a grocery bag containing items that he’d just bought from Publix. He thought about having a nice, candle lit dinner to show his wife that he appreciated her. He had two big T-Bone steaks and two meaty lobster tails. He was going to pull out his apron and get down for his wife.

  He walked inside the house, entering the utility room first as he disarmed the alarm system. A beep sounded off, letting him know that he’d pressed in the right code. He walked into the kitchen and sat the bags of groceries down on the granite counter top. From there, he walked down the long hallway and into their master bedroom, where he eased over to the computer and turned it on. He appeared to be cool, but the annoying instinct about his wife being up to no good had been riding his conscious.

  He thought about earlier when Olivia had left her purse inside the car. He’d gotten it and downloaded an application on her phone, which would give him insight as to what she could’ve possibly been up to. The application was called Life 360 and it would allow him the capabilities of being able to keep track of the people in his immediate circle. She would never have a clue that he was now able to follow her and keep secret tabs on her.

  Once his computer came to life, he immediately logged in and then went to the Life 360 website to track his wife’s whereabouts since he’d heard that she had already left the salon. A map immediately pulled up once he’d put in the correct information and a red dot appeared to show where Olivia was located. It showed that she was at a red light and she was on the move since the red dot was inching its way across the map.

  Mark took in a deep breath. He felt relieved that the red dot wasn’t stopped on a location that he would’ve disapproved of like a hotel or an unfamiliar address. He rolled his seat over by the nightstand and picked up the cordless phone and dialed her number. The phone rang three times and then she answered.

  “Hey baby,” she cheerfully spoke.

  “Hey Boo,” he spoke back. “I was calling to check on you, it’s almost seven.”

  “Thanks babe, I’m good. The time has seemed to go by so quickly today,” she responded, noticing that that the streetlights had come on and the sun had gradually disappeared.

  “Where are you?” He asked, watching the screen on the computer as the little red dot indicator continued to slowly make its way down Washington Road, sometimes sitting at a standstill.

  “Making my way through this slow ass traffic on Washington Road,” She said, causing him to smile. “You know this Master’s traffic is relentless.”

  “Tell me about it.” Mark responded. “I’m not even going on that side of town until I go see Tiger Woods play on Saturday.”

  “I forgot you’d gotten those tickets this year. I wish I could go with you.” She said, knowing that her husband was a fan of golf.

  “I wish you could, too, but business is business.” He said.

  “It is, but I don’t like neglecting my husband.” Mark smiled at her comment. “Once I meet with the realtor in Atlanta and check out the building for our new salon then we can feel a little more at ease.”

  “I’m hoping that you’ll like this one. The last three that she showed us wasn’t anything that you liked.”

  “You didn’t either.” She commented. “One was too expensive, the other one didn’t have enough space, and the last one was sitting two minutes down the road from the hood.”

  Mark thought about the last building they’d saw and laughed. “You’re right, but don’t you think that opening a salon right down the road from the hood will bring in lots of money? You know them hood chicks keep their hair and nails done.”

  Olivia laughed at his quirky comment. “Nah, I’ll rather be located downtown Atlanta, not down from the hood.” They laughed.

  This was one of the things that Mark loved ab
out his wife. She was a go-getter and a hard working business woman. She’d said that after running a successful, upscale salon in Augusta for three years that she would expand and open one in Atlanta. It was now three years later and she wasn’t playing about what she’d said.

  “Well, from the pictures that we saw, this should be the one. The location is great too. Being right in the heart of Atlanta, the salon will be surrounded by major attractions, and delicious dining. Not to mention, it’s close to the Georgia Aquarium.” Mark said.

  “Yeah, we’re gonna have to visit that place,” she said, knowing that he wanted to go, but neither one of them had been before. At least that’s what Mark was thinking, but she’d already gone with Zay a month prior. “I see why traffic was even more backed up than usual. Someone had a wreck.” She said, putting on her signal light to get off on the next exit which was I-20 heading to Atlanta, but she was going to make another exit onto Belair Road. How she wished that she could’ve just kept driving all the way to Zay’s crib.

  “Well, be careful, baby. I’ll see you when you get home. I have a surprise for you, anyway.” He said, running her bath water so it would be warm and ready by the time she got home.

  “Do I hear you running some bath water?” She asked with a smile spread across her face.

  “Hang up,” he said. Olivia grinned. “You always do that,” she said, and then hung up the phone.

  ****

  Twenty minutes later, Olivia was pulling up in the driveway. She hit the garage opener and sat there watching the garage slide up, and then she drove inside it and parked by the Charger that Mark was now driving. She pulled down the visor, feeling guilty as hell for just giving up her husband’s pussy.

  She grabbed her purse off of the passenger seat and pulled the latch on the car door to open it. She got out and took in a deep breath. All she wanted to do was wash and lay down. As she walked into the house, passing through the utility room, she headed straight for the kitchen.

  “I can smell the onions and bell peppers,” she said with a satisfying smile on her face.

  “I hope that you haven’t eaten yet,” Mark said, turning to kiss her with his blue apron tied around his waist.

  “I haven’t and I’m famished.” She said, sitting her purse down on the granite countertop.

  “Good,” Mark stated. “But first, you need to relax and take a load off.” He said, grabbing her by the hand and leading her down the hallway and into the bathroom.

  “I knew I heard water running,” she teased. Mark had prepared her a Jacuzzi full of warm water and had rose petals sprinkled on top of the bubbles. “You’re so sweet.”

  “I know,” he said, always putting her first no matter what he had going on. “You’ve never known me to be any other way since we’ve been together. Why would I change now? You’ve not given me a reason to.”

  Olivia frowned, but quickly straightened her face up before Mark caught it. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never give you a reason to wanna cut up.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said like he was teasing, but he could’ve been dead ass serious. “I’ll be in the kitchen cooking. You just relax, wash, and come out ready to grub with your husband.”

  “Did I see lobster tails?” She asked with a big smile spread across her face.

  “Get in the bath water, please.” Mark said grinning, and then left her to her privacy as he went to finish cooking.

  Olivia began to take her clothes off. She threw her bra and panties in one hamper and her clothes in another. She couldn’t wait to get inside the Jacuzzi. Her toes touched the warm to hot water and she took in a deep, relaxing breath while slowly sitting down in it. The bubbles covered the top of the water, causing the moment to feel much more exhilarating. She slid down further in the soothing water with thoughts totally on fucking Zay a couple of hours earlier. The man knew what she liked and he pleased her every single time they got together. She felt horny again just thinking about him. So, she put her hands between her legs in hopes of relieving the pressure since Mark wasn’t going to do it.

  ****

  Mark stood over the stove preparing the steaks. He’d already chopped up the onions and bell peppers and was now covering the sizzling steaks with it. He sprinkled a little more steak seasoning on top of it and put the lid on the skillet. They shouldn’t take long to cook. He then popped the cork on a simple bottle of red wine and poured Olivia some in a glass then himself. He sipped from the wine glass as he heard a buzz coming from Olivia’s purse. That gut feeling came over him again.

  Not wasting any time, he reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Luckily, they didn’t believe in locking their phones for the simple fact it would prove that they were hiding something. He instantly opened the envelope showing on the home screen of the phone.

  Hope you made it home safely.

  Mark frowned. The text message didn’t have a signature; however it was saved under Kandi. “Who the hell is Kandi?” he questioned while heading down the hallway and straight into the master bathroom. “Olivia,” he called out. Olivia’s eyes widened as she dried off with the towel. The only time he’d call her Olivia was if something wasn’t right. “You got a text from somebody name Kandi saying that she hopes you make it home safely. Who is Kandi?”

  “Mark, are you kidding me right now? Are you snooping through my things?” She asked feeling nervous, but she wasn’t going to show it.

  “Just answer the question,” Mark demanded. Olivia jumped from the tone in his voice. Who was this guy?

  “If you must know, Kandi is the woman that I’m hiring to run the salon in Atlanta.”

  “You didn’t tell me that you’d found a manager already.”

  “Can I ever surprise you without you being hot on my heels? She and I had drinks at TGIF, discussing a little business.”

  Mark felt a little foolish. “Oh I see,” he said. “Okay, well I’m sure I’ll meet her soon.” Olivia looked at him side-eyed. “I’m just saying, since she’s going to be working at the salon.”

  “Stay outta my phone,” Olivia said, snatching the phone from Mark like she wanted him to know that he was violating.

  “Come here,” Mark said, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her to him. The towel partly wrapped around her body fell to the tile floor. Olivia took in a deep breath as Mark intensely stared in her eyes. “I love you. You know that, right?”

  “I know,” she said, feeling a little at ease now. She wrapped her arms around his waist in hopes of clearing any tension that had been stirred up. “Baby,” she said, feeling down in the small of his back.

  Once he realized that she had touched his glock, he decided to just straight up ask her. That eerie gut feeling was eating at him.

  “Are you cheating on me?” Olivia’s eyes stretched as she hugged him. Her lips were partly open from the shock of him asking such a question. “And don’t lie.” He added.

  Chapter Seven

  A week had passed as Olivia shopped in Dillard’s with her best friend, Felisha. Felisha had to shop in the plus sizes, because nothing in a slim or regular size could hold the ass she carried around. Her clothes weren’t cheap and she dressed nice as hell, always keeping up with the styles. She was very confident and would always say that she was blessed to be beautifully thick. She had thick, solid thighs, a lil pooch stomach, and big perky breast. She looked like a modern day Jordon Sparks before the weight loss.

  “O’, Felisha called out for the third time.

  Olivia snapped out of her thoughts. “Uh, yeah,” she answered with a light shake of the head.

  “What are you so lost in thought about? I’m tryna ask you if you like this shirt and your ass ain’t paying me no attention.”

  Olivia looked at the shirt that Felisha was holding up. “Yeah, that shirt is cute.”

  “Okay,” she said, looking back at the shirt for her own second opinion. “I think I’m going to get it.” She said, and then noticed that Olivia wa
s zoned out again. “O’, what’s the deal with you today?”

  “I still can’t get over Mark questioning me about cheating on him.” She said, never seeing that side of him. She didn’t know how he’d even come to that conclusion, because she always told him where she was at, even if she wasn’t really where she’d say she was at.

  “I don’t know, either. I can’t get over you saying that he had a gun.” Felisha said, still browsing through the rack of clothes.

  “He did and I think that he meant for me to know that he had one.”

  “Wow, that’s crazy. Mark is the nice guy. It just doesn’t seem like he’d try you like that.”

  “Well, he did.” Olivia sarcastically said. “I haven’t even seen or spoke with Zay all week. You know I gotta be fucked up. After that shit happened, I called him from off the house phone and told him to not hit me up on my cell phone period. I told him that I was under siege.” Felisha laughed at her silly friend. “Girl, I’m so serious. I even asked the nigga if he’d get his number changed, because I knew that Mark had it.”

  Felisha frowned as she looked over at Olivia. “And what did he say about changing his number?”

  “He told me to chill out and calm down.”

  “So, he wasn’t going to do that, huh?” Felisha joked with a grin.

  “Nah,” Olivia laughed. “But, he said that he doesn’t answer calls that aren’t programmed, anyway.”

  “Well, you should feel better then.”

  “But, I don’t. I can’t feel better with feelings that my husband could be on to me. Girl, I’ve been super good this week. I’ve even fucked him in that boring ass missionary style for five minutes, three times this week; just to keep his thoughts from wandering.”

  “You gotta do what you gotta do,” Felisha said, shaking her head. “Mark is just too sexy to be that bad in bed.”

  “Tell me about it,” Olivia said as they laughed. Drunk In Love began to play on the surround system in the store, causing Olivia to smile.