(COMPLETED)Ryan, a stunning woman, seems to have it all-a loving home, a fulfilling career, and a supportive family. Despite the perfect image of her marriage, recent struggles have left her feeling down. During a girls' night out, she reunites with...
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30 minutes later...5:44p
I rang her doorbell, and in about four seconds, Ryan showed up at the door, wearing a white wife beater and some black silk shorts.
I let myself in and quietly closed the door behind me. She headed for the kitchen, and I trailed along, unintentionally checking out those shorts and thinking, damn.
"What's going on?" I didn't even bother asking if everything was okay 'cause it clearly wasn't.
She brushed off my question and grabbed another wine glass, which I figured was for me.
"Want a drink?" Ryan asked casually, pouring me some wine.
"Nah, I'm good. Just left happy hour with Justin."
"Okay," she replied, downing my glass too.
I tossed my jacket over a kitchen chair and walked closer to her. Something was up, no doubt about it.
"So, why'd you want me to come over?" I stood across from her on the other side of the counter.
"I just needed a friend, didn't wanna be alone."
"Where's Jude and them?"
She put her head down. "They don't know I'm back in LA. Supposed to be in New York with Keith, but..."
She stopped mid-sentence.
"But what?" I asked.
"I went to New York to surprise my husband, but instead, I found a naked woman in his bed."
She burst into laughter, but I just stood there, not laughing, just taking it all in. Ryan was clearly hurt and a bit tipsy.
She continued laughing, saying, "Here I am thinking we could rekindle our relationship, and the whole time, he's screwing some woman."
She took a breath, drank another glass of wine, and said, "I think I need something stronger; this bottle is done, and I don't feel a thing," tossing the empty wine bottle in the trash.
"Ryan, are you alright?" I asked calmly.
"I'm fine, Quincy, but can I tell you a secret?"
She walked closer to me, so we were standing face to face.
"I'm all ears," I sighed, getting a bit annoyed with her, but remembering she was hurting inside.
"The real reason I took a trip to New York was to get you out of my system. The way you pleased me that night, I couldn't get you out of my head. So, I thought going to see my husband would suppress those thoughts."
She went for my pants, but I stopped her. I lifted her chin with my finger and kissed her forehead.
"Come here." I gently took her hand and led her into the living room, settling on the couch.
She sat on top of me, kissing my neck.
"Ryan, stop. That's not what you need."
"Oh yeah? The bulge in your pants says a lot different," she replied, her eyes hooded.
"Ryan, I know you're hurt, but let's be real. Can you honestly get mad at him for cheating?"
She immediately got pissed, standing up from the sofa.
"Quincy, what the fuck did you just say to me? I have every RIGHT to be pissed. I caught my husband fucking another woman."
"Ryan, I'm not saying you don't have a right to be mad, but think about it; we did the same thing."
She stood there with her arms still folded, angry because she knew I was right.
"So, do you wanna talk about it?"
"No," she said, arms still crossed.
"What do you want, then?"
"I want you to fuck me."
She grabbed both of my hands, beckoning me to stand up.
"Come on."
I followed her upstairs, heading to her bedroom, and when we reached the hallway, I stopped, admiring her sexy figure. She slightly turned around.
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Why'd you stop?" Ryan asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Because I love the way your ass jiggles in them shorts," I replied with a grin.
She chuckled and led the way into her bedroom.
"Get comfortable," she said.
She turned on some music, probably to create a more relaxed atmosphere, but honestly, I didn't need it.
Early in the morning's when I think about you, yeah I hit you like "What you sayin'?" In the morning's when I wanna fuck you, yeah I hit you like "What you sayin'?" I-I-I could fuck you all the time I-I-I could fuck you all the time
"You sure you wanna do this?" I asked, a bit of uncertainty in my tone.
Before I knew it, she pushed me onto her bed and straddled me. We kissed passionately, like a couple of eager teenagers. She removed her top, revealing her beautiful breasts. As she sat on my lap, I couldn't resist taking one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking on it. She moaned softly, her head falling back in pleasure, and we locked lips again as she sensually rocked her hips back and forth on my lap.
"You have a condom?" She whispered in my ear, a hint of urgency in her voice. "Please say yes."
I reached into my pocket, opened my wallet, and pulled out the condom. "It's right here."
——————————————— AN: Now, Ryan know she's dead wrong for this 😅 ❤️🔥COMMENT +VOTE❤️🔥 ——————————————— Song: "All The Time" - Jeremih
