(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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It was late at night, and the sound of my phone ringing jolted me awake. Quincy was literally on top of me, crushing me. Glancing at the clock, it read 12:46 AM.
"Shit, who the fuck is calling me?"
"Quincy," I said, gently shaking him. He stirred but didn't get up.
"Hmm?" he sleepily asked.
"Come on, get up, you're crushing me."
He moved to the other side of the bed, pulling me into him. I reached for my phone, discovering multiple missed calls from Keith. I called him back.
Cheater🖕🏼: "Babe, I miss you."
"Keith, it's almost 1 in the morning here. What do you want at this time?"
"Look Ryan, it's been 3 days since we've talked. We're still married."
While on the phone, Quincy started nipping my neck, and I pushed him away, letting out a soft moan.
"Are you moaning?"
"Yes, I am because I just took the best piss of my life." I lied.
"Well, I'm on my way home."
"What? You're in LA?"
"I was gonna surprise you, and I've been out of my house 3 damn days! I'm sleeping in my own bed tonight with my wife. I'll be there in 20."
"Don't come home, I don't wanna see you."
"Ryan, we're married. We gotta talk about this some time."
Quincy's hand moved between my thighs, and he started playing with my pussy. I struggled not to moan.
"Look, come home tomorrow, and we'll talk then."
"Fine, I'll stay at a hotel. We wouldn't want anyone to think we're having problems. Love you."
I hung up and continued to enjoy Quincy's touch.
"Quincy...mmm." I quivered erotically.
He took off his boxers, got back on top of me, lining himself up with my entrance.
"Baby, I'm so sore, I can't," I said, breathing heavily.
He silenced me with a deep, tender kiss. "Shhh. Let me take care of you," he demanded, slowly sliding inside of me. We kissed again, and it felt like more than sex—a different type of high that I loved every second of, soreness and all.
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7:00a...the next morning
Waking up dead tired, Ryan and I had a wild night together; she was out cold, softly snoring away. Needing to hit the bathroom, I carefully moved her from on top of me, hoping not to wake her.
In the bathroom, I checked my phone to find a text and several missed calls from Karruche.
"Ugh, she's really getting on my nerves. Let me give her a call."
Ring ring ring...
Karruche: "Quincy! Where the hell are you?!"
"You already know I wasn't coming home. I had too much to drink, so I got a room."
"Yeah, what hotel?"
"It doesn't matter, stop with the questions, DAMN!" I snapped.
My loud voice must've woke Ryan up, who appeared in the doorway, looking sexy as hell in her red silk robe.
"Let me listen," she mouthed.
I put Karruche on speaker, and she continued her tirade.
"Quincy, I'm not stupid. You're a piece of shit! You've lied to me repeatedly! I know you were out with someone else last night!"
"Well, if that's what you think."
"How could you do this to me?! After everything I've done for you?!" She cried.
"Karruche, it's 7:30 in the morning; I'll be home soon."
"Quincy, screw you. You're a coward, and you know what? I'm done!"
The call ended.
Ryan covered her mouth in shock. "Quincy, I'm so sorry. You should get home."
I approached her and kissed her cheek. "Don't be sorry; it's not your fault. But I do need to get home."
"Yeah, take care of home. You have a good woman; you should hold onto her."
Puzzled, I looked at her. "Why does it seem like you're breaking up with me?"
"Because I am."
Crossing my arms, I looked up at her bare-chested.
"Hm, is that what you want, Ryan?"
"It doesn't matter what I want, Quincy. It's the right thing to do. I'm still married, you're getting married, and we just got carried away," she said, turning around and heading back to her room.
"Hold up, are you blaming this on me?" I asked, confused.
"No, I'm not blaming you. It was me, I know," she said, sitting down on her bed. "Look, Keith and I are in a very bad place, but he's still my husband, and I still love him. I can't just throw three years of marriage away, knowing I made the same mistake."
I sat next to her, locking our fingers. "Ry-bug, it was fun while it lasted, but damn you breaking my heart." I said fake hurt.
She put her head down, lightly chuckled, and looked back at me. "Yes, it was very fun, and I don't regret a thing."
We kissed one last time making sure to savor it.
"Mmm..Quincy, you better go." She said pulling away.
"Goodbye Ryan." I kissed her forehead and was out.
——————————————— AN: Hmmm, I guess they're really over, but at least they mutually agreed. They both got shit to deal with😩🤷🏽♀️
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