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Haaaaaaaaaaaaa,Another wahala for Mary ooooo

yes o..let's continue reading to confirm our suspicion

I have been waiting for John's pov. Looking forward to it

Comfort is such a bad friend,gosh Mary is in such a place she shouldn't be cos 2 best friends having a sense of longing for you,needs a lot of brain work and not emotional work... nice one frank can't wait for the next episodes.

Part 3

Episode 32

~ John's POV ~

Ever since that night, I hadn’t been myself. I didn’t mean to hurt Mary that much, but my emotion always had the best of me. I came out an hour later to call her in, but only for me to discover my wife was no longer outside. I hurriedly searched through the entrance and outside the gate, but she was nowhere close.

Her phone was inside and so there was no way I could call her. Gosh! I messed up. It was raining and dark outside. I began to blame myself for such a careless attitude towards Mary. I shouldn’t have gone to the extent of pushing her outside. My conscience wouldn’t stop pricking me. The same woman I desperately needed to give me a child. What if something bad happens to her?

I sat on the couch with lots of voices going through my head. I kept pondering where she could be at that hour of the night. Then, I remembered Comfort. The lady I knew hated me for doing nothing bad except marrying her best friend.

On second thought, Gbenga came to my mind, but since Mary wasn’t with her phone, there was no way she could have reached him. And I’m sure she doesn’t know the way to his house. Only if she had her phone with her.

It could only be Comfort. That devil of a girl would seize this opportunity to make sure Mary turns her back completely on me. I knew what she was capable of. Lots of thoughts conflicted in my head.

Though Mary disrespected me that night, I felt I went far with the way I left her outside in the rain. Sometimes, I tend to do things I’d regret later. I don’t know why I act that way toward Mary, maybe because she wasn’t ready to give me a child I desperately needed. A part of me disliked her for not wanting to conceive again after the previous miscarriage. No, no….no, I’m not going to think about this. I quickly averted my thoughts.

I stood up and walked towards the center table in the sitting room where Mary's phone was. I bent down and picked it up. I was ready to damn whatever Comfort would say or think about me. My mind was made up to accept any manner of approach she would use to answer my call. Be it politely or rudely, my concern was to know where my wife was. I am an officer of the law for crying out loud. Why should I be scared of that girl?

Placing my hand behind Mary's phone, I realized it didn’t unlock at the touch of my forefinger. Did Mary delete my fingerprint from her phone? I tried the second, third, and fourth times but I was unable to unlock her phone. Strange!

What could Mary be hiding from me? We used to have each other's passwords, but there I was sweating, trying to unlock my wife's phone.

Could it be that Mary has started seeing someone else? Why would she change her password and delete my fingerprint? With this thought going on my mind, I angrily went to bed. A part of me felt she was in safe hands. If she could change her password without my consent, then there should be more to her whereabouts. The thought I battled with before sleep crept into my eyes.


~ Mary's POV ~

A few hours have gone by since Abbey and I talked about my concerns. Shola still had yet to return, but I was grateful he hadn’t.
Otherwise, he would have heard me moaning, and my irregular breathing from within the apartment. I wasn’t much of a screamer, but the way Abbey was using his tongue, I was thinking differently.

“Oh, Abbey,” muttering under my breath, my chest panting for air. My breasts heaved underneath the shirt I was wearing as I rocked myself on Abbey's mouth, experiencing something I’d never done before; ride a man’s face.

Wearing nothing but his shirt on my body and little beads of sweat that formed from riding him. I was in heaven. At least, as close to it as I can get, I doubt I’d get in after committing adultery.

Having Abbey assist me with his enormous arms cupping my ass, helped a great deal. Admittedly, my knees weren’t the best but he didn’t care. In fact, I was the one who cared more about potentially squashing him. Yet, he somehow convinced me to go through with it and now here we are. I was riding Abbey's face chasing my pleasure as he delightfully ate me out.

When I admitted to not knowing other sex positions besides missionary and being bent over, he wanted me to try something new. Of course, I protested, scared out of my mind that I’d be responsible for his death.

However, now that I’m seeking my pleasure now, I’m glad Abbey urged me on. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be me a few years ago, I would have laughed in their face. The reason is that I'm doing this with a man who isn’t my husband and I was actually sitting on someone’s face.

“Uh!” I cried out as a particular swipe of his tongue had stars circling me. He did the same again with his tongue pushing me over the edge.
“Yes!” I moaned while Abbey continued to swallow my juices, pulling slightly at it as a way of communicating I had enough, so he stopped.

My body shaking slightly in aftershocks, I rolled off of him to lie behind him. Staring up at the ceiling as I fought to catch my breath.
Instead of doing his daily aftercare routine for me, he trailed kisses from my cunt upwards. Despite the shirt I wore covering my body, he still kissed my stomach and chest through it. He reached my neck where he took his time sucking my skin into his mouth lightly nipping it and leaving love bites on me.

I arched my head giving him more access which he used to move from my neck to my face, kissing me deeply with his tongue tasting myself on his tongue, I moaned, loving every moment of our tongues brushing along each other. Briefly, I could feel his hand move under my shirt toward my breast. Upon reaching it, he played with the hardened bud turning me on further.

Deciding to make the next move, my hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt as we made out— only pulling apart once lifting the shirt completely over his body so he was bare—chested.

Oh my.

The man before me was undeniably hot as I finally saw Abbey without a shirt. I gazed at him in amazement, bringing a hand up to feel along the expanse of his muscular chest. His abdomen flexed slightly when I ran my hand over it.
Not nearly finished looking him over, Abbey leaned down again, capturing my mouth in a fervent kiss. What was once sweet and albeit innocent turned into a passion that’s been brewing for months. Knowing where this was leading and not wanting to stop, I let go of my inhibitions.

Departing from the things that could hold me back from enjoying this moment with Abbey until his hands reached for my shirt which had me tensing, still self-conscious of my body. Breaking off the kiss, he backed away, giving me space.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked cautiously staring down at me in the room filled with light.

“No, it’s just that…,” I paused, fiddling with the edges of my shirt. Anxiety swirling in the pit of my stomach at having to show myself.

Being vulnerable with a man who has yet to fully see my body was terrifying. Abbey's chest was perfect while mine was less than perfect. Only one man has ever seen my body for what it was and he didn’t like it. Every chance he got, he would tell me I needed to lose more weight making it known that I wasn’t desirable. And with the added scars I had… what if Abbey felt the same after he saw me?

When I didn’t continue, Abbey placed a hand over mine stopping them from fiddling with my shirt. “Mary, if you don’t want to continue we can stop,” he assured me and I shook my head.

“No, I want to do this with you, truly,” breathing out a sigh, I admitted my inner turmoil.

“I’ve only been with one man and he never liked how my body looked.”

Understanding dawned on his face at my admission, communicating that I felt self-conscious through the words spoken. His hold on my hands tightened while he faced me.

“I've seen nearly every inch of you besides your stomach. And with each I’ve seen, I’ve loved and will continue to love. You’re a beautiful woman, Mary,” he said, his words ringing with truth.

Though my mind having a hard time accepting it. “I say this not only as a man but as a friend and a partner. You could be the foulest woman in the world and I’d still want you.”

“Really?” I questioned.

“Absolutely. It’s never just been about your appearance, Mary. I’m attracted to the woman you are on the inside too. So, of course, I would want you if you were a monster or something,” he said jokingly, causing a laugh to erupt from my mouth as a tear escaped my eyes leaning forward with a chuckle, he used his thumbs to swipe my years away.

“You are perfect to me, let me show you how true my words are.”

This was wrong, so wrong on many levels to have sex with him. He wasn’t my husband, but with a few short words and the time we’ve spent together, Abbey had captured a piece of my heart that I hadn’t noticed drifted away from me until it locked in place. So as he awaited my answer, I did the only thing I could think of. I didn’t let my insecurities win the war I had within myself.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt over my head leaving me exposed to Abbey, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around my waist to shield me. His eyes took in my small form, skimming over every inch of me.

Damn, being naked in front of him had me feeling vulnerable, baring myself for the harsh critique that I’ve experienced with another.

However, when I stared into those eyes that assessed me, I saw not one hint o disgust. No, I saw the gleam in his eyes that I’ve seen many times as he pleasured me. His gaze was steady, dark, and full of heat while he looked me over from my head down to the apex of my thighs. And when he glanced back into the eyes that watched him full of trepidation, he grinned at me. His grin was so sexy that it sent a wave of heat down my spine.

“You’re stunning, Mary,” he came closer to me, placing his hand on m hips, and gripping me firmly.

“Seeing you like this would always make me want to cum.” He added.

He wasn’t lying. Glancing down, my eyes took in the sight of his bulge, staring against his trouser before widening in shock.

“Abbey,” I glanced up at him while he grinned at me. “It’s all for you, pretty,” he said before moving his right hand up to my cheek and tilting his head down to kiss me. Our lips connected heatedly. His tongue slipped inside my mouth in an instant when I submitted to him allowing him to explore my mouth. Slowly, he lowered our bodies to the bed with my back against the sheets above me. Once settled, I felt the hand at my waist travel lower to the inside of my thighs. I was going to let him continue, but I no longer wanted to be stroked by his fingers. I wanted him.

I parted from his lips with a gasp. “Abbey, I want to see you, too,” I told him.
Although he had taken off his shirt earlier, his trousers were still on. Nodding, he backed away from me and stepped out of the bed. Soon as he stood, his hands reached down to his trousers, pulling them down to his feet, his dark boxer was what I saw which showed his large bulge that strained against the constraints of his underwear. I had a full view of his impressive-sized dick.

Sparing the details, Abbey was considerably larger and longer than my husband. I knew Abbey was packing but I wasn’t sure if I'd be able to accept all of him within me. He wasn’t obscenely big, but the size of what I’ve had for years does not come closer to what Abbey has.

Besides that, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, so I had a feeling this wouldn’t be all too comfortable.

Slightly worried, I voiced my concerns as I looked at him.

To be continued…
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Part 3

Episode 33

~ Mary’s POV ~

“Abbey, I’ve only been with one man,” I began, rewinding my eyes up. Swallowing thickly, I continued.

“He wasn’t —uh-well—um you’re quite large in comparison. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve last had sex.”

He got on the bed again, his appendage swinging between his legs as he came closer to me.

“We'll go slow.” I nodded mutely, trusting him.

Returning to the position we once were in with him above me, he kissed me on my lips before kissing down my neck, kissing every inch of me. I was still wet from earlier, but I needed to regain more of that heat that was left as we talked earlier. Especially since he was going to fit his d!ck inside of me. The thought made me nervous until it was all forgotten by his lips kissing my lower lips, making me forget what I was so concerned about as I came again minutes later.

Breathing heavily from a recent climax, Abbey reached over into the drawer of the end table, pulling out a condom. He opened it with his hands and sheathed his dick before climbing back up my body between mine on the bed. I nearly screamed as his d!ck touched a nerve inside of me while his hand still played with my clit. What the hell was that?
My back arched after he hit it again feeling his dick throb in me despite the condom separating us.

“You like that?” he landed a sloppy kiss on my nipple, thrusting deeper into my cunt. I thought this entire length was inside me already, but when I looked down, I realized he only fed me half.

Gasping for air, his hand left my lit to grab at my chin, refocusing my attention on his face. His brows furrowed, looking down at me. “Eyes on me.”

My stomach tightened, and I felt it, the start of my panic. A few more thrusts from him and I was a goner.

“Abbey…,” I tried to warn him, but it was too late. Throwing my head back, I creamed on his dick.

Removing my hands from his back to not scratch him, I clawed at the sheets. The climax I was having was far stronger than any I’ve ever had in life.

“That’s it, Mary, cum for me beautiful,” he takes me through my climax urging me on. “I love seeing your pretty face when you cum,” he bit softly on one of my nipples, making my climax last longer.

Once I finished, he shifted without removing himself from me. His thrusts turned slow as he sat on his knees, grabbed my legs, and tilted them toward the ceiling. He hugged his thick arms around my legs, gluing my body to his, controlling the pace. The new position made me feel sparks as he crept slowly, yet deep within me — feeding me more of his devilish dick than he had before stretching my tiny p*ssy.

Through the sound of my moans and the slight haze of my vision from recently cumming, I could see the strain on Abbey's face and heard the groans escaping his lips as he threw his head back toward the ceiling. He looked ravishing with sweat decorating his muscled chest and the tips of his hair wet.

I knew right then and there I was a lucky woman. Seeing the pleasure on his face had my abdomen tightened and my p*sssy clenched on him again.

Feeling the change, Abbey looked down at me again, shooting me a cocky grin. His eyes sparkling with mirth catching me eyeing him in the throes of our lovemaking. He didn’t comment on it when my walls snagged on him again.
No, he used my pleasure to fuel his. What was once deep and slow, turned into faster and impossibly deeper strokes. His pace differed from the first position, much different.

Quickly, I felt myself nearing another climax. He sent my insides into a frenzy as he propelled his dick harder inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Harder..”’ my head shook back and forth uttering intangible words as I experienced actual sex with him for the first time. And here I couldn’t cum from penetration. Comfort was right, there wasn’t anything wrong with me. I was just with the wrong man. Abbey proved that once again as he rutted inside of me causing me to shout.

Despite my stomach cramping, another orgasm was building. I could do nothing but be a pillow princess, letting him dominate me

“You like the sound of that?”

Letting go of one of my legs quickly, he used his free hand to slap my ass. Though light, it still left a sting. To my surprise, I wasn’t turned off by the act. No, it left me wanting more.

That was new knowing he wanted an answer, so I whimpered out what he wanted to hear.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!”

With one of my legs still hanging in the air, he used his free hand to rub my clit. Instant fireworks popped off in my brain. I was painting, screaming out Abbey's name as I came. My lips down low still receiving his dick as I heard him let out a deep groan from above me. Feeling his cum through the condom that stood as a barrier. Although it was a crazy thought, I couldn’t help but wish we didn’t need the condom.

No, I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I wanted to feel him bare. I wouldn’t complain as I’ve had the best sex ever. I slightly convulsed my body which has come down from its high. My legs continued to dangle until Abbey let go and placed them on the bed. He too was panting as heavily as I was. Breathing in the scent of sex that wafted through the air.

Slowly, he slipped out of me and I could feel my p*ssy gasping, leaking more of my juices into the sheets soaked with sweat.

Through blurry vision, he took the condom off, tied it, and left the bed to throw it away. Shortly after, the bed dipped, and he spread my legs again, wrapping them around his waist.

“How was that?” he asked, gazing down at me with a small smile.
Yet his eyes genuinely wondered if I was okay with what just happened. I reached a hand up, caressing his face dreamily a lazy smile appearing on my lips.

“I never knew sex could feel this good,” I admitted eliciting a chuckle from him.

Any other time it would embarrass me to say something like that but I was still on a sex high. I saw him reach beside the bed, his hand holding onto another condom. I looked at him quizzically as he sheathed himself again. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed. The sound was deep and filled my belly with butterflies.

God, he was beautiful.

“You thought that was it?”

Slowly he entered me again. A soft moan escaped me because of how good he felt inside me.

“You’ve only been in two positions. I think it’s fair I introduce you to more.”

***

If I were to say I felt any guilt, I’d be lying. Yes, it was awful to not feel terrible about what I’ve done, but being honest with myself, my husband was the last person on my mind. There were bigger-much bigger things to worry about, such as the man who was currently f*cking my brains out.

Again.

We’d been having sex since last night, occasionally taking minor breaks. Many of them involved Abbey feeding me and making sure I was hydrated. It was strange finally being intimate with him. Abbey was slightly a different man between the sheets than he was out of them. Sure, he was sweet and generous, making me feel beautiful any chance he got outside the bedroom. But within the bedroom, he made me feel sexy, and alive as he bent my body to his will.

Though my body was slowly beginning to show fatigue, I didn’t want to stop. Having Abbey inside of me felt too damn good to let go of. I was hooked; point blank, but for a good reason. It wasn’t just the fact that Abbey knew how to pleasure my body properly.

No, it was the way he made me feel. With every caress of his hands, the penetration, and his charming eyes.

He kept calling me names that made me think I was beautiful as he said I was. A few times I wanted to cry as he f*cked me. Though I felt like f*ck wasn’t the best word to describe what we had. It felt like lovemaking. What I had with my husband felt like I was being f*cked, but with Abbey, it was different.

Through the night, Abbey made good on his promise to introduce me to new positions. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on the few we did for all these years. Abbey made sure not to push my body too far as he moved us.

“Thank you,” I told him quietly, loving the way he’s been good to me. He kissed the top of my head, not moaning much since he already had his face buried in my locs.

“For what?” he asked.
“For being you,” because in my eyes, he’s more than a man. It might be silly to give someone much praise, but it was the truth.

This man has done so much more for me in the past weeks than my husband has in years. I wished I could voice it, tell him he mattered more to me than my husband but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even be able to tell him it was the sex we had that caused me to feel this way.
What I’m feeling now has been stirring for a while.

He chuckled. “I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” Nodding at his words, I sat up as much as I could. Though I couldn’t tell him all of what I felt for him, I wanted him to know one thing.

“I know it’s soon to say, but...," I paused, making sure I had his full attention so he hears the sincerity in my words.

“I wish I had met you first.”

He wasn’t expecting those words to come from my mouth. I could tell from the way his smile disappeared and his brows furrowed. Maybe it was the wrong time to say it after we'd had such an amazing night, but my feelings for Abbey had grown stronger. To where I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Unwrapping one of his arms from my waist, he clasped one of my hands — opening it from its first to tangle our fingers together.

“I wish I had met you first too, Mary,” kissing our joined hands. His heart thundered in his chest. His eyes portrayed he was telling the truth as much as I did.

And for once, I didn’t care about how messed up this situation was. Neither did I care I had a husband at a house he kicked me out of. No, I cared about the man in front of me. The man who showed me how much he wished we had met each other first.

Loving me slowly with each thrust as he caressed my skin lovingly.
The man named Abbey, who I was falling in love with.

Who would have thought this day would come?


To be continued…
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I hope you enjoyed reading this. Do let me know if you would prefer I skip the sex scenes or if you want them detailed? 🙃🤔

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No offence at all,
But it burns my heart with Anger as I read these sex scenes.. This Mary is just too unfaithful for my liking sha😅..
Please can we skip sex scenes?
My own opinion tho

Thanks for the update and please continue with the sex scene and detailed it because it makes the story flows well ..getting more interesting but still believing that Mary might still have sex with shola.my opinion though

Na wa for Mary o,she couldn't hold her body till she officially divorce her husband, John no try at all,he left his wife outside for 1hr in d rain before he went to look for her, John is not a gentleman at all but that doesn't justify Mary's infidelity.d sex scene should continue but d sex detail shouldn't be too long

DanZO17:
No offence at all,
But it burns my heart with Anger as I read these sex scenes.. This Mary is just too unfaithful for my liking sha😅..
Please can we skip sex scenes?
My own opinion tho

Y should he skip Dem
"One man's food is another man's poison"...
It's not only u reading d story na...


Frank, dis is a masterpiece

marianneada:
Na wa for Mary o,she couldn't hold her body till she officially divorce her husband, John no try at all,he left his wife outside for 1hr in d rain before he went to look for her, John is not a gentleman at all but that doesn't justify Mary's infidelity.d sex scene should continue but d sex detail shouldn't be too long

I like how u stated each person's fault without putting d blame on d other...

But I think d friends we make do have effect on us..comfort isn't a nice friend tho

Lovely story dear
Tnx for the updates.
I love everything u put up there.
If u fit add details to d s*x scenes,e no go bad😁

Skip the sex scene biko

frankwriter:


Part 3

Episode 33

~ Mary’s POV ~

“Abbey, I’ve only been with one man,” I began, rewinding my eyes up. Swallowing thickly, I continued.

“He wasn’t —uh-well—um you’re quite large in comparison. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve last had sex.”

He got on the bed again, his appendage swinging between his legs as he came closer to me.

“We'll go slow.” I nodded mutely, trusting him.

Returning to the position we once were in with him above me, he kissed me on my lips before kissing down my neck, kissing every inch of me. I was still wet from earlier, but I needed to regain more of that heat that was left as we talked earlier. Especially since he was going to fit his d!ck inside of me. The thought made me nervous until it was all forgotten by his lips kissing my lower lips, making me forget what I was so concerned about as I came again minutes later.

Breathing heavily from a recent climax, Abbey reached over into the drawer of the end table, pulling out a condom. He opened it with his hands and sheathed his dick before climbing back up my body between mine on the bed. I nearly screamed as his d!ck touched a nerve inside of me while his hand still played with my clit. What the hell was that?
My back arched after he hit it again feeling his dick throb in me despite the condom separating us.

“You like that?” he landed a sloppy kiss on my nipple, thrusting deeper into my cunt. I thought this entire length was inside me already, but when I looked down, I realized he only fed me half.

Gasping for air, his hand left my lit to grab at my chin, refocusing my attention on his face. His brows furrowed, looking down at me. “Eyes on me.”

My stomach tightened, and I felt it, the start of my panic. A few more thrusts from him and I was a goner.

“Abbey…,” I tried to warn him, but it was too late. Throwing my head back, I creamed on his dick.

Removing my hands from his back to not scratch him, I clawed at the sheets. The climax I was having was far stronger than any I’ve ever had in life.

“That’s it, Mary, cum for me beautiful,” he takes me through my climax urging me on. “I love seeing your pretty face when you cum,” he bit softly on one of my nipples, making my climax last longer.

Once I finished, he shifted without removing himself from me. His thrusts turned slow as he sat on his knees, grabbed my legs, and tilted them toward the ceiling. He hugged his thick arms around my legs, gluing my body to his, controlling the pace. The new position made me feel sparks as he crept slowly, yet deep within me — feeding me more of his devilish dick than he had before stretching my tiny p*ssy.

Through the sound of my moans and the slight haze of my vision from recently cumming, I could see the strain on Abbey's face and heard the groans escaping his lips as he threw his head back toward the ceiling. He looked ravishing with sweat decorating his muscled chest and the tips of his hair wet.

I knew right then and there I was a lucky woman. Seeing the pleasure on his face had my abdomen tightened and my p*sssy clenched on him again.

Feeling the change, Abbey looked down at me again, shooting me a cocky grin. His eyes sparkling with mirth catching me eyeing him in the throes of our lovemaking. He didn’t comment on it when my walls snagged on him again.
No, he used my pleasure to fuel his. What was once deep and slow, turned into faster and impossibly deeper strokes. His pace differed from the first position, much different.

Quickly, I felt myself nearing another climax. He sent my insides into a frenzy as he propelled his dick harder inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Harder..”’ my head shook back and forth uttering intangible words as I experienced actual sex with him for the first time. And here I couldn’t cum from penetration. Comfort was right, there wasn’t anything wrong with me. I was just with the wrong man. Abbey proved that once again as he rutted inside of me causing me to shout.

Despite my stomach cramping, another orgasm was building. I could do nothing but be a pillow princess, letting him dominate me

“You like the sound of that?”

Letting go of one of my legs quickly, he used his free hand to slap my ass. Though light, it still left a sting. To my surprise, I wasn’t turned off by the act. No, it left me wanting more.

That was new knowing he wanted an answer, so I whimpered out what he wanted to hear.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!”

With one of my legs still hanging in the air, he used his free hand to rub my clit. Instant fireworks popped off in my brain. I was painting, screaming out Abbey's name as I came. My lips down low still receiving his dick as I heard him let out a deep groan from above me. Feeling his cum through the condom that stood as a barrier. Although it was a crazy thought, I couldn’t help but wish we didn’t need the condom.

No, I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I wanted to feel him bare. I wouldn’t complain as I’ve had the best sex ever. I slightly convulsed my body which has come down from its high. My legs continued to dangle until Abbey let go and placed them on the bed. He too was panting as heavily as I was. Breathing in the scent of sex that wafted through the air.

Slowly, he slipped out of me and I could feel my p*ssy gasping, leaking more of my juices into the sheets soaked with sweat.

Through blurry vision, he took the condom off, tied it, and left the bed to throw it away. Shortly after, the bed dipped, and he spread my legs again, wrapping them around his waist.

“How was that?” he asked, gazing down at me with a small smile.
Yet his eyes genuinely wondered if I was okay with what just happened. I reached a hand up, caressing his face dreamily a lazy smile appearing on my lips.

“I never knew sex could feel this good,” I admitted eliciting a chuckle from him.

Any other time it would embarrass me to say something like that but I was still on a sex high. I saw him reach beside the bed, his hand holding onto another condom. I looked at him quizzically as he sheathed himself again. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed. The sound was deep and filled my belly with butterflies.

God, he was beautiful.

“You thought that was it?”

Slowly he entered me again. A soft moan escaped me because of how good he felt inside me.

“You’ve only been in two positions. I think it’s fair I introduce you to more.”

***

If I were to say I felt any guilt, I’d be lying. Yes, it was awful to not feel terrible about what I’ve done, but being honest with myself, my husband was the last person on my mind. There were bigger-much bigger things to worry about, such as the man who was currently f*cking my brains out.

Again.

We’d been having sex since last night, occasionally taking minor breaks. Many of them involved Abbey feeding me and making sure I was hydrated. It was strange finally being intimate with him. Abbey was slightly a different man between the sheets than he was out of them. Sure, he was sweet and generous, making me feel beautiful any chance he got outside the bedroom. But within the bedroom, he made me feel sexy, and alive as he bent my body to his will.

Though my body was slowly beginning to show fatigue, I didn’t want to stop. Having Abbey inside of me felt too damn good to let go of. I was hooked; point blank, but for a good reason. It wasn’t just the fact that Abbey knew how to pleasure my body properly.

No, it was the way he made me feel. With every caress of his hands, the penetration, and his charming eyes.

He kept calling me names that made me think I was beautiful as he said I was. A few times I wanted to cry as he f*cked me. Though I felt like f*ck wasn’t the best word to describe what we had. It felt like lovemaking. What I had with my husband felt like I was being f*cked, but with Abbey, it was different.

Through the night, Abbey made good on his promise to introduce me to new positions. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on the few we did for all these years. Abbey made sure not to push my body too far as he moved us.

“Thank you,” I told him quietly, loving the way he’s been good to me. He kissed the top of my head, not moaning much since he already had his face buried in my locs.

“For what?” he asked.
“For being you,” because in my eyes, he’s more than a man. It might be silly to give someone much praise, but it was the truth.

This man has done so much more for me in the past weeks than my husband has in years. I wished I could voice it, tell him he mattered more to me than my husband but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even be able to tell him it was the sex we had that caused me to feel this way.
What I’m feeling now has been stirring for a while.

He chuckled. “I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” Nodding at his words, I sat up as much as I could. Though I couldn’t tell him all of what I felt for him, I wanted him to know one thing.

“I know it’s soon to say, but...," I paused, making sure I had his full attention so he hears the sincerity in my words.

“I wish I had met you first.”

He wasn’t expecting those words to come from my mouth. I could tell from the way his smile disappeared and his brows furrowed. Maybe it was the wrong time to say it after we'd had such an amazing night, but my feelings for Abbey had grown stronger. To where I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Unwrapping one of his arms from my waist, he clasped one of my hands — opening it from its first to tangle our fingers together.

“I wish I had met you first too, Mary,” kissing our joined hands. His heart thundered in his chest. His eyes portrayed he was telling the truth as much as I did.

And for once, I didn’t care about how messed up this situation was. Neither did I care I had a husband at a house he kicked me out of. No, I cared about the man in front of me. The man who showed me how much he wished we had met each other first.

Loving me slowly with each thrust as he caressed my skin lovingly.
The man named Abbey, who I was falling in love with.

Who would have thought this day would come?


To be continued…
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Part 3

Episode 34

~ Mary's POV ~

A laugh tumbled out of my mouth as Abbey talked about his childhood. The silly stories of him and his family.
Wrapped in silk sheets, our naked bodies with legs tangled, I lay with my head and hand on his chest while he had an arm draped over my wrist. Abbey detailed how he and Shola were caught sneaking out when they were kids, causing me to giggle.

At a point, he said enough of his stories and turned to ask about my childhood experience.

When he said that, I felt nostalgic for some seconds but then I began.

“Well, it was lonely. Surrounded by so many children who had yet to be traumatized or already were. I told you I bounced around from different foster care before, right?” he nodded.

“Not all orphanages or foster cares are bad, but the one I was in since birth was one of the worst. It was rough, depressing, and absolutely weird.

Then again, considered myself one of the lucky ones. Sure, I have issues with abandonment and the dark, but at least I wasn’t horribly abused. Not like some of those I called friends who either didn’t make it out of foster care or were disappointed.

“What do you mean horribly abused?” He asked.

“Did something happen?”

“I was once at a good home, a great one with a nice family that had a mom, dad, and a son in secondary school. The parents were lovely for once, but their son didn’t like the attention I was receiving and became jealous. One day, he was told to babysit me while his parents had a date night. Like the good kid they thought him to be, he babysat me until his friends came over. They were all boys,” lost in the memory, I hardly noticed Abbey stiffen against me.

“They smoked, drank and I stayed in my room because I was scared. Although I was little, I had heard plenty of kids get assaulted by someone who was under the influence. Not saying they usually are, but eventually, they got bored and came up to my room. I had the lights huddled underneath the covers with my favorite teddy bear wishing his parents would come home already.”

The door creaked open and I could hear the harsh thudding of footsteps entering the room. What was once a calming atmosphere turned into something darker. Sinister and twisted.

“Oh, Mary,” my son-to-be brother taunted. Peaking my head out of the covers, I saw him and his three school friends, crowding the tiny space I called my bedroom.

“Please, leave me alone.” I whimpered, the voice of a twelve years old.

“What happened?” Abbey’s voice reminded me I no longer was there.

"They started picking on me when I couldn’t leave the room nor get up from my bed, bad-mouthing me to get under my skin and telling me things that made my skin crawl. Until they grew so frustrated that I wasn’t reacting to them. So their words turned into fists as they beat me. But that wasn’t the worst,” I shook my head, solemn.

“They dragged me out of the bed into my closet, shutting off all the lights in the room and keeping me locked in there with a heavy dresser blocking the entrance. I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t breathe or escape as they left me screaming, banging on the door to get out. They ignored me, leaving me alone to cry in the dark.”

“What happened when his parents came home?” I shrugged at his question.

“I can’t remember, I'm certain it's repressed in my brain. I just know that I was returned to the orphanage soon after.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Mary,” I nodded in acknowledgment.

“I remember when you said your past made you want to be the therapist you are now.” He changed the subject, understanding that I no longer wanted to talk about what had happened all those years ago.

“Yes. I got top grades in school and somehow I won a scholarship. As soon as I graduated, I thought I had little to work about but then,” I sighed, getting lost in the memory.

“Then came bills I never knew came with school, so, I had to get a full-time job. I started failing my classes and being harassed at work, and it was so stressful. I wanted to give up.”

“But you didn’t,” he stated, and I shook my head.

“No, I… ,” stopping myself short, I didn’t say more. I felt wrong to bring up my husband while I was with Abbey. As if sensing my hesitation he spoke up.

“You can tell me, pretty,” he stroked a hand through my locs.

“It will ruin the mood.”

“Tell me anyway, I want to know more about you.” With a heavy sigh, I continued.

“I didn’t give up because that’s when I met my husband,” I admitted quietly albeit hesitant.

He was silent for some time as he thought over my words.

“There was some truth to his words when he threw me out. I wouldn’t have or have the things I did without him. He lent me money, found me a job, helped me talk to my professors, and was there for me. For the first time since I had been born into a lowly orphanage, I wasn’t alone. He shaped me into the woman I am now.”

“I doubt that,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“No man could make you the woman you are now. Sure he might have helped you start, but did he earn your degree and gave it to you? Did he work at the job you worked hard to get?”

“No.”

“Exactly sweet Mary,” Abbey kissed the top of my head.

“You did that all on your own. You need to give yourself more credit for your accomplishments. And I know it’s not my place, I don’t mean to overstep, but he said those words to undermine you. To belittle the strong woman I know you are. He didn’t make you into the woman you’re, you did that all by yourself.”

Sitting up, clutching the sheet to my naked form, I looked down at him. My heart was beating fiercely inside my chest while pondering his words. His eyes peered into mine as he settled his hands on my lips.

“I've never thought of it that way. He’s always been one to point out when we would get into arguments or slight disagreements that I’ve accepted it.”

Abbey shook his head, frowning. Before he could speak I carried on.

“It’s always been that way since we got married. I thought it was normal.”

“Not at all my dear.” He reached a hand up to cup my cheeks, holding me. His eyes conveyed how serious his next words were going to be.

“That’s manipulation, Mary. Emotional abuse.”

I shook my head denying it, trying to remove myself from him. However, Abbey wouldn’t let go even as I tried. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say anymore. I shouldn’t have told him anything.

“And putting his hands on you as he kicked you out, shouting at you…,” he trailed off, his brow furrowing in anger.

“Mary…,"

“Stop, I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said as my eyes welled up.
His eyes softened, seeing the distress on my face.

“Alright,” Abbey spoke, but his face told me it was far from ‘alright’. He was upset but didn’t want to upset me. He lowered me back down to lie on his chest again and I did, seeking his warmth.

Using one of his hands he ribbed up and down my naked back to soothe me. After a while in tense silence, I spoke up.

“I'm sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he cut me off. I shook my head a little, brushing him off.

“Yes, I do. It’s not that I don’t know these things. He has anger problems and sometimes I can be the cause of them.”

“Pretty…” his voice sounded pained.

“But I know there is no excuse for how he treats me. I just don’t know what to do without him. I’m terrified to be alone, Abbey. I can’t do it again, I can’t.”

“Shh,” he hugged me tighter to him as I cried. My body shaking from my painful sobs.

“When he put me out in the rain, I thought I wouldn’t make it. It was dark, so scary and he knew how I felt about my past, and yet…” I broke off, continuing to cry as Abbey held me.

“You won’t ever be alone again. I’ll make sure of it, Mary. I promise, darling.”

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The clock read three in the morning as I lay staring at it. Abbey's arms were wrapped around my waist, hugging me tight to his body as light snores escaped him. I would have been sleeping, but I couldn’t from the conversation we had earlier.

Maybe I’ll feel better if I get a bottle of water. Slowly, to not wake him up, I exited his arms and then the bed. Throwing on one of his button-up shirts that fell to my thighs, I left the room.

Although it was dark, I knew where to go since I’d been living here awhile. I walked down the stair. Upon reaching there, I walked down and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a water bottle, leaving the door open to see while I uncapped the bottle and took a few sips. It was quiet in the apartment except for the faint hum of the fridge. Very peaceful until I heard a voice I hadn’t heard in a while, nearing scaring me half to death.

“Mary?” a deeper voice than Abbey called out, making me turn around to face the date.

“Shola., I whispered, staring wide-eyed up at the man I hadn’t realized I missed.

Though we hadn’t spent one-on-one time together, I loved his foot rubs. Those nights he would sneak into my room and leave medicine for me, thinking I didn’t notice. His gestures were sweet and entirely thoughtful.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way, I already had Abbey, his best friend.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming closer.

“I could ask you the same,” though I knew without a doubt that he had been with a woman since he stunk of cheap perfume. The scent reached me from where he stood.

“Outside,” was all he said looking at me expectantly. I waved the bottle of water around, nervously.

“Thirsty.”

“Would be surprised if you weren’t,” he muttered, but I couldn’t be sure if those were his exact words. Before I asked him to repeat what he said, he spoke up.

"Can I ask you something?” I nodded.

“Is this what you usually do?”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand,” I said. My face held a look of confusion as he approached me.

“Seduce men and then return to your husband once they get attached?”

“Excuse me”

“Because that won’t work here, Abbey isn’t someone to throw away once you’re done with him.”

“I would never…”

“So, I’ll tell you this once, enjoy your brief vacation here, but when the time comes, you'll leave.”

He turned his back to me, leaving the room without sparing me a glance. How did he go from being a softie to an asshole? I sighed, calming myself once he left. I wouldn’t let his words get to me. I wouldn’t.

Although a part of me couldn’t help but feel a pain in my chest as his words. I was deeply hurt.

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Part 3

(Episode 27)

~ Mary's POV ~

“John!” I banged my fists against the front door, screaming out my husband’s name as I pleaded with him. “Please, let me in! I'm sorry!”

The volume of the television in our house became so loud as if to block out my pleas. Why won’t he come? Is that he doesn’t love me? I knocked harder until my knuckles started to crack while my heart beat faster inside of my chest and the rain-drenched my entire being. I was freezing and felt hardened like ice as I tried to get to the place I called home.

“Please!” I sobbed as the surrounding darkness closed in. Anxiousness and fear settled deep inside of me, causing a panic that I haven’t felt in such a long time to surface.

“No, no! John, please! I can’t be alone, it’s dark! Don’t leave me out here.
Becoming desperate, I screamed and screamed until my voice went raw. My cries turned into listeria. I can’t, I can’t. John please, I'm sorry. Don’t leave me! I don’t want to be alone again!

Suddenly, I woke up with a shout, my eyes popping open as sheer terror encased my body. My vision was blurry and my body felt heavy when I tried to move. I blinked a few times and heard someone speaking above me despite the ringing in my ears. I fought to regain control of myself. It was obvious I had been dreaming.

Yet, it seemed my body and mind no longer cared what I thought. I was wheezing for breath, wanting to clutch at my chest as it began to hurt. It was too much. Through my panic, I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t stop it.

The voice spoke again, not getting any closer as the suffocation set in. My body felt so heavy that I couldn’t move. I didn’t know where I was, and it scared me. I wanted to cry again, but my eyes were still blurry and burned slightly from the tears, I cried when he forced me out.

Mid panic, I realized something pricked me in my arm. I could feel where, but I didn’t have enough energy to turn my head.

“Mary,” I heard, though it was somewhat muffled. The voice kept talking, but I was fading in and out. I couldn’t make sense of anything. I just wanted the noise to stop. It was too loud, too much and I wanted it gone. Luckily, when I closed my eyes for the final time, it did.

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The next time I woke up, I felt slightly better. Although, I knew I was still in bad shape since I didn’t feel like myself; my body was hot and a little sweaty. Blinking the sleep away from my eyes, I was glad my vision wasn’t blurry this time. Laying down, the comfortable pillows supported my sore body.
Taking in the sight before me, I realized I was in a large bed, held in an even bigger room. The curtains were thankfully closed, though I could still see small traces of light fitter in, letting me know the sun was up and it wasn’t night or very early in the morning.

Before I could look around more, the sound of the door opening had me looking toward it. Then came a man I wasn’t expecting to see. He was carrying a bowl and a glass of water, humming to himself.

Shola.

It’s been a while since I last saw him when he stalked off, but he still looked the same. He was dressed in a short and a white shirt, and he was yet to see that I was awake. Seeing him already told me that I had fortunately made it to his and Abbey’s place. Everything was looking hazy. I just remembered walking for a long time. My memory wasn’t doing a good job of remembering what happened after John left me outside. I focused on Shola again, removing John from my thoughts.

Though I didn’t feel negatively toward Shola, I didn’t want things to be awkward. Before he saw me wide awake, I decided to close my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Childish, I know, but I was embarrassed enough that I stayed up here in bad shape.

I heard him approach the bed while I fought to keep my breath even. Oddly enough, when he reached me, I didn’t feel uncomfortable in his presence. He brought his hand down to my forehead, checking if was heating up, I assumed.

A moment passed, and I heard the sound of water dripping. Next, I felt the cool press of cloth did a good job of bringing down the heat I was experiencing.
Next, I felt him use another cloth on me to wipe my face, neck, and my arms that were bare. His touch was gentle throughout as he took care of me. I wasn’t sure how to feel other than grateful.

Minutes later, I hadn’t realized I was actually falling asleep until I heard his footsteps stop at the end of the bed. The covers shifted before I felt the cool air in my feet. Suddenly, the feel of Shola's cool hands on my skin had me tense slightly. I heard the sound of a cap being opened and then I felt a cream-like substance on the bottom of my left foot.

Soon enough, he began to rub the cream, massaging my entire foot. I wasn’t able to keep track of the time he started or when he stopped. I just knew that I was a goner as he kneaded my feet, going back and forth between them. Not having realized how sore they were until this moment.

Unknowingly, a sigh escaped my lips while he took care of me. I was on the edge of sleep when he stopped, but I was too far gone to think of protesting.
As my mind finally decided to rest again, I heard a whisper in my ear. “Sweet dreams, Mary.” His voice was soft in the quiet room, giving my mind the given light to rest.

Moments later...

“Mary,” a dreamlike voice entered my ears, sounding far away as my brain fixed itself to wake up. Though my body protested being woken up. However, it didn’t seem like it would have much of a choice as my name was called again. This time, sounding much clearer as I awoke.

My eyes opened, fluttering as I pushed my tiredness away. When I was able to focus, I saw Abbey hovering over me, wearing a small smile. My heart leaped at seeing him standing before me, and wearing a thin smile as he gazed down at me. With a dry and scratchy voice, I called to him, “Abbey.” Although my body felt heavy, I lifted my arm to seek him out. He placed my hand in his, bringing it to his lips, and kissing my knuckles softly.

“I’m sorry to wake you up but you have to eat something.” He placed my hand down. “Hope you don’t mind if I help you sit up?”

I shook my head.

Springing into action, he sat me up as gently as he could. I felt my body protest somewhat before a cough emptied from me. I did my best to cover it with my weak arms, not wanting to get him sick or think I was gross.

However, it didn’t seem like he minded as he kept a small smile on his face. He reached over to the side table and grabbed a glass of water that held a straw in it, lifting it to my mouth, so I could have some. I opened my mouth sipping the refreshing water as it healed my throat.

Nodding to him, I signaled I was done, and he put it back where it was.
“Thank you,” I said, he nodded with a smile.

Next, he reached over for a small bowl that was sitting on a food tray. Bringing it over, I looked inside and saw that it was soup; pepper soup. He used the spoon to gather some before lifting it to me.

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” he interrupted, leaving no room for me to protest.

He moved the spoon toward me more and I gratefully ate it. It wasn’t too hot or cold.
For the next few minutes, Abbey spoon-fed me, making sure I was able to swallow it properly. And waiting patiently if I coughed in between bites. Abbey was so caring the way he went about it.

When I finished, he set the bowl back into the food tray and gave me some more water. He was so sweet.

As for Shola, who I needed to make sure to thank later. Though I wasn’t sure how I'd approach the subject since I had pretended to be asleep earlier. Shola's action surprised me. We had met a few times, the last ending badly, so I thought he disliked me. Yet he took care of me.

Why would he do that? I looked toward Abbey again, needing to say something, but he beat me to it and looked me over with concern.

“Mary, I need to ask you something,” he sighed deeply, looking into my eyes. “The other night did anyone touch you in any way? Do you need to see the police?

At first, I wasn’t sure what he was hinting at, if only he knew my husband himself was a policeman too, but when I understood his question, I shook my head.

“No. No, nothing like that,” I told him honestly.
Though my memory was still out of sorts, no one had touched me after John locked me out.

“Ok. Do you mind if I ask what happened?” I averted my gaze from him, looking down at my hands.

“Why were you out there in the rain?”

Honestly, I didn’t want to tell Abbey what happened. It was embarrassing; humiliating. A wife admitting to another man that her husband had thrown her out of their home. Listening as she begged for forgiveness and to be saved from the darkness. Darkness she didn’t felt since she had first left the orphanage.

How could he do that to me? Yes, I mistakenly hit him in anger, but I was sorry. He knew how I felt about being alone. John knew my fears and he used that against me.

Did he even care to look for me?

Without realizing it, a lonely tear trailed down my cheek which I swiped away angrily. I was so sick of crying, of feeling helpless, used, and abused by a man I loved. After all he did to me. I should be fighting back, but I just felt tired. So damn exhausted.

“Mary?” Abbey spoke, worry leaking into his voice. I felt guilty for the trouble I’ve caused him. He saved me, and now he’s taking care of me. I hadn’t meant to impose myself on him, but since my friend, Comfort was still in Abuja, I had no one else to turn to.

“I’m sorry for troubling you,” I mumbled. “I just need a few days until my friend gets back from her trip.”

“There’s no problem,” Abbey replied.

“I can pay when I find a way to get my stuff,” I said but he cut me off.

Using his hand to tilt my head but stared down at my hands. His hold held firm when I tried to move away from him. His eyes held a seriousness I’ve not seen before.

“You won’t pay me a dime, Mary.” His eyes didn’t waver from mine. “And what do you mean, you have to find a way to get your things? What’s going on?

My eyes welled up with tears at the memory of what happened. With a heavy heart, I told him what had occurred at home, down to the last detail.

“He threw me out,” I cried.
“As if I was a piece of trash that needed to be dumped. Maybe I deserve it for hitting him.”

Abbey shook his head at me, his eyes holding anger.

“He called you a LovePeddler. He deserves the worse. He must be feeling better he threw a woman out. Wait until I get my hands on him…,” Abbey said, and other things he added in Yoruba which I really didn’t understand.

“What did you say?” I asked, not understanding other things he said, but wanting to know.

Clearing his throat, he answered, “I said you can stay here as long you like.”

“Oh no! I don’t want to be a burden. I just need a few days until…” He pressed a finger to my lips, cutting me off.

“You could never be a burden to me,” he deadpanned and looked directly into my eyes so I would see the sincerity in his gaze. “Get that notion out of your mind, Mary. Ok?”

I nodded, and he shot me a disapproving look.
“Yes, Abbey,” I sighed.

He kissed my forehead sweetly, then kissed me on my nose before laying a few more pecks around my face, causing me to giggle.

“Ok, stop, before you catch my cold,” I laughed while he grinned down at me.

“Fever.”

“Huh?” I asked him.

“The doctor I brought over said you have a fever.”

“Oh! That’s expected after being in the cold rain for hours and walking barefoot.

Abbey gave me another kiss on my cheek this time.

“Now, let me do my job and help you get better.”

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Part 3

Episode 35

~ Mary’s POV ~

“Are you okay?” His breath fanned across my face as he continued to rub circles on my arm. He was stroking my skin with his thumb in a soothing manner.

Glancing up my eyes met with his. Abbey’s orbs shone in the room filling with light from the sun. His eyebrows narrowed on me in worry as he watched my every move. The atmosphere between us was light as we cuddled in the early morning. Our naked forms clinging to each other happily.

“Yes, I'm fine,” I told him.

“Are you sure?” He paused.

“Because you’ve been a bit off the past few days. I thought it had to do with you going back to work, but it seems like it’s something else. Am I unaware of something that’s happened?”

For the past few days, Abbey has been taking me to and fro work, though I’ve tried to convince him not to.
Not wanting to trouble him, I repeatedly told him I could take the bus. I even tried to sneak off when he wasn’t looking, but he was insistent that he took me— claiming that he wanted to ensure I was safe had me softening.

Of course, I conceded at his words, but not without feeling guilty. I knew I was becoming a hindrance to Abbey. Damn, I’ve been here for weeks.

I was surprised he wasn’t tired of me yet.

As for everything else, there were a few concerning things on my mind. I was constantly worrying about my next move. Though Shola's words cut me the other night, his words leaked a bit of truth.
I couldn’t stay at Abbey’s home forever as much as I wanted. But I didn’t think I’d be returning to my husband anytime soon.

Lately, I’ve been thinking of not going back at all. On the first day of work, I discovered my husband hadn’t stopped by or called to ask about me.

Admittedly, a piece of my heart cracked, but then I steeled my resolve.
Obviously, he didn’t care about me. I knew as much I just didn’t think he’d act this way. Perhaps I was hopeful that he did care about me. That he still loves me. It was wrong to feel so torn when he treated me awfully.
Sure, I hit him once, which was terrible but he’s done much worse to me. So much worse.

I was a foolish woman talking about a man who no longer feels for me while I slept with another man. Despite the old pieces of my heart still loving the man I had married, new pieces were beginning to take place. Shifting inside me as I spent more and more time with Abbey.

Honestly, I knew I was falling in love with him, it’s just that I didn’t want to fall in love with him for the wrong reasons. I never viewed Abbey as a rebound.
Abbey is a man I’ve been blessed to meet and hopefully, loved.
If he asked me to run away with him at this moment, I was sure I would. But another part of me knew that after we figuratively ran, I would possibly change my mind.

Although Abbey was a dream come true, he seems too good to be true. He was the perfect man, sweet, kind, attractive, thoughtful, and sexy.
But what if there was more to him? What if all this was a lie? And if I figuratively ran away with him, would he grow tired of me one day? The way my husband has?

No, no, no, Abbey isn’t like that. It’s just my insecurities, it’s funny how Shola was worried about me throwing away Abbey when in reality it’s the opposite. I was terrified Abbey would want to get rid of me. I didn’t want to lose him. But it’s not like I could voice all my concerns to Abbey. He’d probably look at me differently and try to reassure me.

In turn, making me feel guilty for having such negative thoughts. So with a fake smile planted on my face, I leaned in close and pecked his lips.

“I’m fine,” I said before backing away, but because he gripped me, I didn’t go far. He leaned in this time and captured my lips with his — kissing me sweetly as I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue.

Slowly he pushed me backward until my back met with the bed and with him hovering above me, making out, not minding about our naked forms. The sheet that had covered my breasts lowered to my stomach, leaving my nipples to harden in the cool air as Abbey and I got lost in one another. After a short while, Abbey removed his lips from mine. Both of us were breathing heavily by the time we stopped.

“Mary.”

“Hm?” I hummed, still drunk over our heated lip lock.

“I was thinking we could have a movie night and dinner,” I hummed, shaking my head in agreement. “With Shola,” he added.

My body suddenly tensed up. Not like I disliked Shola, but his words still rang in my ears. Usually, another person’s words don’t bother me, but Shola's words did. I wasn’t sure why, it left an impact on me.

Clearly, he didn’t like me, and sitting there trying to be normal would be uncomfortable. But as I looked into the eyes of the man I was falling for, I realized I didn’t want to disappoint him. Neither did I want to stir unnecessary drama between the two men. I was only a woman. They were like brothers.

Coming to a decision, I relaxed my body and plastered a small smile on my face.

“Sounds great,” I lied through my teeth.

Though it was worth it when Abbey grinned at me before kissing my lips. Again and again and again until I began to moan which turned our kisses into caresses. And he lowered his head down beneath the covers and pleasured me with his mouth until we were both ready for him to be inside me.

****

The smell of chicken stir reached my nose as I sat on the couch waiting for the whistling man in the kitchen to finish making dinner. Not just for him and me, but also for Shola. The man who was currently sitting across from me clicked through the channels on the TV.

Since he arrived, we’ve hardly said a word to each other, not that I was expecting us to talk.
Honestly, I didn’t mind as it saved me trouble from having a conversation with him. Soon enough, Abbey was done cooking and brought our plates over to us.

One thing I’ve noticed is that he enjoys cooking which was surprising to me because he’s a businessman. I used to think that wealthy businessmen had other people working for them but Abbey was different. No maids, housekeepers, or chefs. He did everything himself. Never mind that after giving Shola and I a plate, he went to get his own.

Once he came back, he snatched the remote from Shola and sat next to me.
“Thank you,” I told him, beginning to eat the food he made. After taking the first bite, all the delicious flavors hit me. God, this man could be a chef.

“Are you sure you never went to culinary school?” I asked jokingly.

Chuckling, he said, “Maybe or maybe not. Now, how about an action movie?”

Not seeing or hearing any protest from Shola or myself, he picked a movie out. When the movie began playing, all of us ate as we watched in silence. The movie Abbey picked turned out to be quite good and was one I had never seen before.

After a while, I noticed the men had finished their food first, and I had a bit more left on my plate. I didn’t think I could finish the rest since my stomach was full. I was not accustomed to the larger portions of food I had been served.

Abbey sighed before shuffling closer to me and bringing his arm around my back. The little gesture warmed my heart and a small smile appeared on my face. I placed my unfinished food on the center table and leaned back on him, getting comfortable.

Inhaling the scent of him as we snuggled together while watching the movie. And when I felt the eyes of Shola on us, I didn’t mind one bit. Too contented to stay where I was.

Before long, the movie had ended and Abbey changed into another. Since there was a sequel to the first movie. As we watched, I barely noticed my eyes beginning to close. Drowsy from the day's event and already had a full stomach. I tried to keep my eyes open and stay up, but after Abbey pressed a kiss to my temple, I was out like a light.

***

I could hear distant voices arguing back and forth. Though their vocals were hushed, they were beginning to get louder stirring me from my sleepless dream. Blinking my eyes open, I realized I was still on the couch with a blanket covering me
The TV screen in front had a pause icon on it, meaning the men were still watching. They hadn’t just left me alone downstairs.

Lifting the blanket off me, I rose from the couch. I didn’t want to be noisy, but the ride-in voices had reached a louder volume seeming to come from the back of the apartment. I walked towards it creeping forward as I tried to get rid of my sluggishness. The sleepiness I felt was leaving my body as my senses started to focus. Upon reaching the voices of Abbey and Shola, I was about to announce myself, but stopped and hid behind the corner.

“She’s an issue, Abbey,” Shola stressed while Abbey rubbed his face tiredly.

“You can’t be with a married woman.”

They were talking about me? I glanced down at my empty ring finger that I no longer wore.

“She took off her ring,” Abbey said, causing Shola to let out a humorless laugh.

“Ok and? What do you think that means? She’s not going back? That she wants to stay forever?” He gave a dry chuckle.

“She only took it off so you don’t need a reminder she’s going to leave you, Abbey. You two are playing games together in my home…”

“Our home. This place is as much as it is mine.”
“Oh, really?”

Abbey must have nodded at Shola's words because the next thing I heard him say had my heart pounding.

“Then I want her gone.”

To be continued…
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It's getting hot now between shola and Abbey.thanks for the update

rukidanty:
It's getting hot now between shola and Abbey.thanks for the update

Exactly..
I want to know whatsup with John too...
He did bad, but his wife sef nawa

Thanks OP!❤.. Please keep the
updates coming....
God bless❤

This Shola is a bad belle. Even though he is trying to have his friend’s back, he needs to take it slow. Abbey is an adult and as such, he is responsible for the consequence of his actions. Kudos to you OP, you are doing well

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Part 3

Episode 36

~ Abbey’s POV ~

I angrily left Shola only to find Mary in a corner. She must have heard everything we discussed. She walked in and I followed her immediately.

“How far have you been here? “ I asked as I leaned against the doorway, watching my woman packing up. My heart felt heavy as my stomach filled with dread. Distraught at the fact that she was leaving.

“Enough to know I’m not wanted here,” Mary told me, stuffing the rest of her things in a bag I gave her earlier.

I didn’t want her to go. I allowed her to pack her things in bags. Despite how hurriedly she packed up her clothes, I saw the way her hands shook. I heard how her voice wobbled and it made me more upset. I was pissed at Shola and pissed at myself for wanting her to go back to her bleeped up husband.

Was I wrong for wanting more with a married woman? Did that mean anything to me? Not anymore. At first, I was bothered that she was married, but I considered the man practically scum. One I couldn’t wait to get my hands on just to defend Mary for all the shit he’s done to her.

My sweet woman, Mary.

“Please, pretty.”

I figured I could try at least one last time. As much as I wanted to respect her decision, I’ve grown to love waking up with her in my arms. Loving on her as many times as I want throughout the days and nights.

"Please stay.”

She paused, sniffing. “Abbey, you’re making this harder for me, please,” she begged.

“Please, stop. I’m doing this for you.” She added

“What do you mean?” I came closer, wanting to bring her in my arms and console her, but she held a hand out, stopping my advance.

“I can’t be selfish and stay here any longer if it means ruining your friendship with Shola. I’ll just go stay with Comfort.”

And when I tried to protest, she cut me off. “And we can’t be…” she broke off.

Her words came out in sobs as she covered her face, shielding her tears from me. Despite her wanting to keep her distance, I tugged her small frame against mine and encased her in my arms. Right where she belonged.

“We said that we’d try,” I spoke up after a few minutes of us holding onto each other. Reminding her of the words spoken between us months before.
Glancing up at me, I brushed her tears away.

“We did,” she said, gesturing around the room.

“It’s not in the card for us to make this work. We aren’t supposed to be together. It’s wrong,” she said.

“So after one hurdle, you want to let us go?” I questioned, not wanting us to split.

“You want to quit?”

“What do you mean, one hurdle? There’s more than one, Abbey!” Her voice raised slightly in disbelief.

“And I can’t. I won't come between you and your family. I’m not going to ruin what you have because of sex!”

What?

Now, it was my turn to look at her in disbelief. Removing one of my arms from around her, I gripped her chin lifting it to face me as my eyes narrowed down at her. One thing I’ve realized about this woman is that she has a hard time accepting things as they are. She really thought that what we have going on is because of sex.

“It’s never about sex, Mary. You know that.”

When she tried to remove herself, I gripped her harder, while making sure my grip wasn’t bruising, and shook my head. “Don’t do that, pretty. Don’t you dare?” My voice was stern as I stared down at her.

I didn’t want to intimidate her, but damn. This woman knows what we have is beyond sex. I feel it, so I know she feels it, judging from the tears that trickled down her eyes, I was right. She couldn’t use that tactic and make we have into something that wasn’t. This wasn’t friends with benefits. It was never it.
It was more. So much more.

“Ok,” she spoke, causing me to loosen my hold. “I’m sorry, Abbey. It is always been more. I just want what’s best for you, and I don’t want to ruin things,” she admitted.

“I'm sorry too,” for letting her hear Shola talk shit. “But you will never ruin anything, Mary. Believe me when I say that, ok? I …” I cleared my throat, words I wasn’t ready to speak nearly escaping my mouth.

“Abbey?” she called in concern.

“I want you to stay, please.”

She hesitated at my words. My woman was so scared this wouldn’t work out between us. I saw it in the words she spoke. But I will do my best to reassure her that this will work. I could feel it.

“Abbey…”

“Please, pretty Mary,” I said, dipping my head down, I kissed her lips loving the sweet taste of her as I deepened it and explored her mouth. My tongue lovingly drew moans from her lips as we French kissed. Our lips stayed connected while I began walking us backward toward the bed. I gently laid us down so her back was on the bed and I was above her.

Looking down into her eyes, she had me enraptured as she panted slightly out of breath from tonguing each other. I felt lucky as I met eyes with the beautiful woman below me. “Please, stay.”

Without hesitating, she answered, “Okay.”

Fighting a grin, I connected our lips before I began to feel her— caressing her throughout and teasing her body. Her sweet body responded to all my touches, arching underneath while her moans sounded angelic in my ear. Her facial expressions portray more than I’ve seen on any other woman’s face before.

After removing my clothes and pleasuring her with my mouth and fingers. Finally, entering my dick through her tight cavern that felt like heaven.

My Mary truly had the best-wet p*ssy on earth. So damn tight and wet as she swallowed my whole dick. I would never get tired of entering this woman. Neither would I get tired of seeing the blissed-out look on her face when I pulled out only to push back in.

Her lips formed an O as her eyes fluttered, fighting to keep her eyes on me as they rolled back while she dug fingers into my shoulder. Instead of pounding her cunt, I worked her body slowly loving the sound of her cries as she tried not to be loud, but failed.

Using one of my arms, I grabbed a hold of her right leg, bringing it up over my shoulder, and hitting that spot inside of her that caused her to let out a sharp gasp.

“Abbey,” she moaned.

Turning my head while keeping a slow pace, I kissed her feet, sucking on each toe while building up my thrusts. Getting deeper within her cunt by spreading it with my dick. I’ve yet to bottom out inside Mary because of my size and I didn’t want to hurt her.

But each time we had sex, I’ve been pushing more and more of myself in getting her ready for the day that she’ll be able to take all of me. I wasn’t complaining because even if I had just my tip in her, I’d still find enjoyment.

The clench of her p*ssy walls proved how right I was. Thus, causing me to let out a groan as my rhythm built. Her back arched as I purposely hit her center of gravity over and over, feeling her cream on my dick— screaming incoherent words that made my dick hardened even more, continuing to stretch her.

“Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, oh!”

If I wasn’t so entranced by the shaking body below me, I would have laughed, loving how out of it she was as I f*cked her harder, deeper, feeding her my dick, stroke after stroke. She was so f*cking hot, and I’d never get tired of her. If she thought differently, she would soon be faced with reality, speeding up at my thoughts, her voice rose louder.

Damn, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of me if she wanted to. I was all hers and she was mine. To hell with her married life. Mary is my woman and that is it.

***

“I need you to lay off,” I spoke to Shola with my arms crossed.

Standing at the entrance of the kitchen, I leaned on the door watching him as he sipped his water. Seems I appeared at a good time as he had just finished cooking. I wasn’t worried about Mary overhearing us or appearing randomly.
After having sex earlier, she fell into a deep slumber. One I knew she wouldn’t wake up from in a long time. By the time I came in the condom, her eyes had shut closed in exhaustion. When I cleaned her up, she hardly twitched or moved a muscle.

She wasn’t able to cover up her body that I wanted her to love. I knew she didn’t want me to see her insecurities, but I couldn’t help but stare longer at her scars wishing I was there to protect her from harm. It was especially hard for me to drag my eyes away from the scar right below her stomach that was in a horizontal line — gently kissing it without her knowledge knowing that one day, she’d tell me its story.

I shake away my thoughts of her before I get turned again. I met Shola's stare. My best friend who’s becoming a pain in my ass. Mary almost left because of him and his big mouth. I didn’t understand him. I knew he wanted her and was just being an irritating shithead. There wasn’t anything more to it.

“Judging by the noise upstairs, I’m gonna guess she hasn’t left yet.”

“Oh? You heard all that? I asked.

He rolled his eyes, removing one of his earbuds from his ear.

“Yes, I did until I put on my music. I guess you didn’t do a good job enough,” he said, trying to egg me on and I just laughed.

“You think you can do better?” I asked, making my way into the room. “Didn’t she sound enthralling?”

He shrugged, “Heard better.” He didn’t answer my first question causing me to bite down on a snort. Shola was so full of himself.

“Stop kidding yourself, man. You can pretend all you want but deep down I know you want her.”

He shook his head, denying it, but his eyes shifted, pretending to be bothered by something else. Such a liar.

Deciding to use a different tactic, I spoke up, “She’s so fucking tight, Shola. And she smells so good.”

“Stop.” He said, but I kept going, taunting him.

“She got a perfect ass, breasts, and… ,”

“I said stop. Fine, you win. I want her. Are you happy now?” he sighed, admitting a truth he’s been doing a poor job of hiding.

“No, I’m not. You’ve been acting childish toward Mary and me,” I told him, slightly mad at the way he’s been acting.

“Oh, so she already told you about the other night?”

“Told me what?”

Seeing the confused look on my face, he tried to act like he hadn’t said anything.

“Never mind.”

“No, tell me what happened. What other night are you talking about?” I demanded. He sighed again before explaining himself causing my anger to boil.

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” I asked and moved closer to him.

“Abbey.”

“You owe me an apology.”
“I… “

“No. You can be an uptight ass to me, but you don’t talk to her in that manner, ever. We may be brothers, but I’m not going for that, Shola. You don’t know what she’s been through.”

“She’s married ..”

“To a piece of shit!” I yelled.

Frankly, I was sick and tired of hearing Shola mention her husband. He didn’t give a damn about his wife or how she felt mentally or physically. Mary deserved better, even if better didn’t mean me.

“You never asked her why she was out in the rain at damn near three in the morning. Tell me, what husband goes weeks without contacting his wife? You’re a soldier, Shola. Put the damn pieces together! Or man up, stop being a jealous ass, and ask her what you’ve been wanting to know. Though I’m not so sure she’ll give you what you want a chance with her, fix it or just leave us alone.”

“I…”

“And another thing.” I stepped closer to him. “I’m a grown man who can do what he wants. I don’t need you butting in and ruining what I have going on unless you want to share. I know you’re used to watching my back, but this is it Shola. Mary is the one for me.” With that, I began leaving the room. It wasn’t until I got to the door did he call out for me.

“Don’t tell me you started to fall for her, Abbey.” His voice was low as he spoke.
I shook my head. He just doesn’t get it.

“No, Shola,” I turned around to face him directly. Just so he could see the truth in my eyes.

“I’m in love with her.”

To be continued…
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Thanks for the update and I like the way Abbey comfronted shola and put him in his shoes. Atleast shola will relax now towards them

Part 3

Episode 37

~ Shola's POV ~

I bleeped up.

Abbey was pissed at me and Mary has been avoiding me as if I had a plague. And when the three of us did run into each other, she’d be as quiet as a mouse. While Abbey would be shooting me pointed looks over her shoulder, wanting me to apologize to her.

Each time I opened my mouth to speak to her, she’d walk away. Despite being prideful, I acknowledged I was wrong. Abbey calling me out on my bullshit was a bit of an eye-opener. I was an ass, prideful ass for treating Mary differently.
No matter if she was married or not. Truth is, despite having so few interactions with her, she wouldn’t leave my mind. No matter how hard I tried. Trust me, I’ve tried very hard.

From the moment we met in that club, I wanted her. When we saw each other again at that little shop, it felt like a blessing from God. A second chance to get her into my bed, except she wasn’t falling for my charm.
Other women I have dealt with would have begged me to f*ck them in their car at a given chance, but Mary was different. She walked away from me instead of walking with me.

Strange.

Admittedly, it made the woman even more attractive. Well, before I found out who she really was. Damn, the shock I felt when I saw both her and Abbey at the pool nearly had me stuttering.

Finding out she was the woman my friend had been seeing was more upsetting than I thought it would be. Not because he was with her and I got a delicious eye view of her breasts, but because she was married. If only she weren’t married.

So I got mad, pissed at the fact that she was a cheater who clearly was playing with Abbey's feelings. There’s no way a married woman would be cheating on her husband for love. No, I didn’t believe that.
Millions of thoughts scattered in my brain, but one really stood out. She was going to break Abbey's heart, and I’d have to pick up the pieces like he did for me once upon a time.

Anyway, from then on I decided that I’d rid my feelings for Mary. I mean, it's not like I actually wanted a relationship with her. At least that’s what I attempted to tell myself, so I would no longer think of her; how she smelled, so sweet, her white teeth when she smiled, or the way she challenged me.

Damn, seeing the spark in her eyes the night we met had my d!ck hardening. Not thinking about her had proved harder than I thought it would be. And when Abbey would come home constantly talking of the women he was growing more attached to, feelings began to stir.

Soon enough, I was beginning to feel bothered, not bothered, I mean jealous. I was damn jealous and I hated it. Why would I feel that way when I had only interacted with her thrice? Why was Mary stuck in my mind? And why the hell did she even get married? If she wasn’t, I would…no, no, I shouldn’t entertain the thought. I wouldn’t.
So for the next few months after seeing her and Abbey be intimate, I didn’t.

Then one night I had no choice but to think of her. I had just come back from a night of hooking up with some women after drinking at the club. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, so I was exhausted. But that quickly changed when I saw Abbey running around in a hurry, panicking. To say I was alarmed would be an understatement.

When he mentioned he had to pick up Mary in a storm, anger didn’t seep into me. I was concerned and worried about her safety. As much as I wanted to tag along, I didn’t earn that right. Letting Abbey leave by himself, I paced the floor waiting for the two to appear.

Later, when they entered the apartment, seeing her look so fragile had my heart thudding out of my chest. Fear gripped me for a moment.
Did someone hurt her? Touch her? I’d kill them if they did! But I didn’t have time to ponder on that because Abbey asked for help which was exactly what I did for the rest of the night and the days that followed. The night she came was the hardest. She was shivering, coughing in her sleep, and so damn cold.

I could see the fear in Abbey's eyes as we undressed her before placing her in a warm bath. For once in my life, my eyes didn’t drift to her body. Both of us kept our eyes from staring too long and touching too much. When we dressed her in clothes fresh from danger, we layered her with blankets. That night I prayed she would get better while also praying that she wouldn’t think I was a creep for bathing her.

The late morning that followed, I was the one who suggested we call a doctor. Mary was getting worse, much worse. Abbey listened and not even two hours later, the doctor appeared, telling us how severe her cold flu was. Also, she was lucky Abbey had shown up when he did, otherwise, she most likely would have caught pneumonia.

What had anger boiling in my stomach was when the doctor pointed out marks on her arm, showing us that someone manhandled her. Who could that devil be?

Aside from that, the doctor told us what we needed to do to cure her flu. From then on, we tried our best to do that. When we woke up, my first thought was to see her, but I knew it would be awkward, so I decided to check on her while she was asleep, trying not to come across as a peeping tom.

Honestly, I was worried about her in the process; giving her medicine, and bottled water at night. Damn, I even gave her foot rubs which I’ve never done.
Before I knew it, with Abbey's help and I, her fever and flu were gone.

Deciding to keep my distance, I left the two to be themselves. Truth is, I didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed by my presence since we left off on a bad note which was one hundred percent my fault, I’ll admit.

However, one day when I remembered I had balls, I had meant to surprise her. I was going to apologize for being an asshole and give her a little gift.
When I entered the apartment with the gift in my hand, I noticed how quiet it was. The silence gnawed at me because usually, I’d hear Abbey talking on his phone or the sound of TV playing.

Setting the bag down by the door side, I approached the stairs to walk to the bedroom. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, that was when I heard it.

Moans. What were hey doing….?

I crept through the long corridor, heading down to Mary's room. My heart was racing inside my chest. The closer I got, the louder the noises became. They were fu*king; they had to be.

Plain and simple, I could feel a hot sensation burning in my chest, lighting a fire I didn’t acquit in my body with; jealousy.

It wasn’t until that moment that I realized some part of me had caught feelings. Or at least cares for her enough to feel jealous of my best friend, who I’ve known since childhood. Turning around swiftly, with a hardening dick, I briskly returned downstairs. Picking up the gift bag I brought with me, I grabbed my keys and left the apartment. Fuming and with a stiff dick.

I should have known it wouldn’t stop there.
The days that followed were a pain in the ass. The two hadn’t stopped being intimate. My ears could hear them every morning and night as Mary continued to be pleased. It wasn’t the fact that I could hear them that was irritating me; it was the fact that I wanted Mary. A married woman.

When that sinful thought passed through my mind, I would hold my cross necklace to my lips and pray, wanting to be forgiven as I jacked off from hearing the sweet noises that left that woman’s mouth. I wondered how soft her skin was and if I could leave kisses along it. How her p*ssy would taste if I sipped on her juices with my tongue.

Damn! I felt like a pervert.

Each time I heard them going at it, my dick couldn’t help but harden. I’m only a human.
Seeing that staying in the apartment would do me no good, I would venture out — calling one of my regular hookups to f*ck. Thinking maybe if I f*cked it away, I wouldn’t think of the woman my best friend has been having sex with.

I thought wrong.

My dick couldn’t get hard. No matter how I stroked, positioned the woman underneath me in a different way, or had gotten a Mouth Action that would normally do me justice. I would not get hard.

My brain couldn’t process what my body was telling me. There was no way, no damn way that was possible! Yet, when I would spend my days at home and hear Mary’s whimpers and moans, it would swell up, begging to somehow join in on the fun, even if it was wrong.

I spent many days trying to convince my body to be in tune with my mind. Literally telling my junior that it couldn’t have a married p*ssy. It was wrong, and I didn’t want to ruin a marriage. I didn’t want to be like my…no, no, definitely not going there. It just wasn’t right.

Then one morning, I smelled something delicious wafting through my bedroom door. Opening it, I ventured out of the room, my stomach growing and all. As I walked down the stairs, I heard the melodic sound of her laugh drifting from the kitchen. Unknowingly, her voice caused a smile to appear on my lips striding with a pep in my step, I halted seeing the two laughing together. The sight churned in my stomach, wishing I could join in.

Knowing I had no right to be a part of what they had going on. Not after how many times I shamed Abbey for being attracted to a legally wedded woman. Or when I glared at her and thought less of her cheating when I hardly knew her — judging her because I wanted to get to know her more than I’d want to know any woman I had met before.

Weird thinking. Yeah, I know.

So I was mad at myself and projected that onto them, hating the wounded expression on her face as I told her I lost my appetite. She looked like a kicked puppy. I had to leave or I’d say words that I didn’t mean. I could feel it. When I returned home the next morning, that was when I heard Mary’s sounds of pleasure again.

Only this time, Abbey's voice joined hers, telling me that they had finally taken the next step — fu*king each other's brains out. By the sounds coming from a hell of a job. She was loud, so f*cking loud. Unlike my old flings, I would have found that a bit irritating, but she sounded so damn sexy.

My friend was a lucky man.

Especially since they went at it even more during the day. Plus, I’d been receiving calls from our business office wondering why Abbey hasn’t been showing up. He never calls off for work. Yet, I was witnessing my stickler of a friend disregarding his work life for her.

As the days passed, turning into weeks, I grew more and more frustrated, feeling ashamed that I wanted a married woman and frustrated at the lack of sex and not understanding my feelings. Soon enough, that frustration turned into green envy and I had brought it upon the two who had done nothing to me.

Now, Abbey's words from three nights ago were replaying in my mind. He was right. I was being ignorant about what happened that night. Too envious of his position and my needs left unsatisfied that I turned my frustration on them.

Damn, the look on her face when I told her to return to a home she didn’t seem welcome in. I was a f*cking asshole deserving of whatever punishment came next.

I knew something was off about the night she came here. It just wasn’t my place to know. Somehow, I’ve pushed it far from my mind in a jealous fit.
Honestly, I didn’t see Mary staying here until I became overwhelmed with myself. I thought if she left, it would solve my problems. But where would she be leaving to? Did she have anywhere else to go?

After Abbey's words and the barely concealed rage I saw burning in his eyes when I mentioned her husband, I had a feeling she didn’t. I need to apologize to her. That’s all that matters now. Not the burning envy I feel, the way my body gets turned on at the thought of her, or the way I miss her presence around me.

My feelings didn’t matter. Although Abbey hinted that we could share her as we’ve done many times, over the years were different women. I wasn’t sure I could get over the fact she had a ring tying her to another man.

Besides, was he sure Mary wanted to be shared? Although I’ve caught her looking at me a few times, those looks haven’t made another appearance. I’m sure she hates me by now.

With a tired sigh, I sat on my knees, ducking my head down in prayer as I held my cross necklace between my hands. I’ll have to save these thoughts for another time.

Another sigh left my lips as I attempted to clear my hand focusing as I prayed for many things, such as hurting the kind woman who didn’t deserve it.

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

Kudos OP but please 😭
This suspense is killing me😭😅

Getting interesting..thanks for the update

Getting hotter,I like😋
Hoping for a thr**some😁

Same with me and I hope it happens

Vivvvy1:
Getting hotter,I like😋
Hoping for a thr**some😁

I don grab chair and popcorn already ,lol😁😁

rukidanty:
Same with me and I hope it happens

let's all wait and see and it will make Mary want it everyday because she was already crushing on shola before now [quote author=Vivvvy1 post=123111198][/quote]l