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TRISTAN

S tepping out the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist. No sleep had found me from the moment Simone and I stepped foot in this hotel room after our mud baths.

She made good on her promise to drain me before her time was done.

From the balcony to the sitting area to the bedroom, I fucked on her cute ass unapologetically.

I was leaving here as a satisfied and appreciative man.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth right after. My beard was tended too as well before I stepped out the bathroom completely. I wasn’t expecting Simone to be awake and waiting, but she was in the middle of the bed playing in the same pussy I beat to a pulp not even a full hour ago.

Her tactic would’ve worked if I wasn’t a man that was in love with his wife.

Simone was undeniably beautiful, and her body was up to par.

Her pussy was a cozy place to be, but I had that at home and spent eighteen years learning every crack and crevice of it.

Naomi would never find herself in a questionable position.

It was and always would be her. The temptation wasn’t shit compared to her.

Chuckling, I walked right pass the bed to the clothes I had sitting on the room ottoman. My wife said six a.m. sharp and I’d be damned if I didn’t meet her where I left her. The only thing on my mind was getting back to her, not fuckin’ on Simone one last time.

“You might want to roll over and get some rest. Check out at eleven,” I spoke with my back turned.

“Exactly, so cum in this pussy again,” she moaned.

My rubbers were intact every time I entered her body. I didn’t play with my marriage like that or disrespect my wife in any shape or form. Strapped up or not, my time was done and there was no changing that.

“I’d rather not.”

“What the fuck is your problem, Tristan? You had a ball in this pussy all night and now you acting like you wasn’t asking me to cum for you back to back.” Her tone was elevating and so was my annoyance for her.

“I did and guess what your dumbass did?” A smirk etched across my face as I thought on how well she listened.

She ate dick, swallowed kids, and came anytime I requested it. She was willing to do whatever I asked just to prove a point. It would never be her. I didn’t care how much of my wife she tried to mimic.

“If I just had more time, I could be her. I could do everything Naomi does plus more. It’s not fair that she gets all of you and all I’m granted is one fuckin’ day.”

Slipping my shirt over my head, I let her words float in the air until I was ready to address them.

The nerve of her to think she could do anything my wife could.

Naomi was in a lane of her own. If she ever left me, another woman wouldn’t know how to handle me in the slightest. I gave good dick, that was a fact, but my mouth was reckless.

She was the only woman that ever earned my softness.

“Hello? You don’t hear me speaking to you?”

“You seem sleep deprived, love. Go ahead and lay down and get some rest before your feelings get hurt,” I responded.

“Hurt? What? I’m good enough to fuck on the island but not in the real world? All I need is more time and you know it.”

I finished getting dressed and gathered my suitcase.

She was on my heels with every step I took.

Simone allowed herself to gain feelings when it was understood that her and her husband were nothing more than a time framed gift.

My marriage wasn’t open like hers and my marriage wasn’t disrespected.

Whatever her and Alex had going on wasn’t me or my wife’s problem.

“All I know is my wife is waiting for me downstairs. It’s five to six, love. Our time is up. Be safe,” I said heading for the door.

She was by my side until we reached the front door. She used her body as a barricade, keeping me from taking another step. Tears filled her eyes as she began to pout. As bad as she wanted me to feel for her and show sympathy, I couldn’t. I simply didn’t give a fuck.

“Why can’t you see that I’m the better woman? If she was such this grand wife, you wouldn’t be fuckin’ a new bitch every year, and you damn sure wouldn’t have doubled back to me. Just tell the truth, Tristan. You want me.”

There were a lot of things in life I didn’t speak on and my union with my wife was one of them.

However, Simone had things misconstrued.

Nothing about the bond I formed with my wife was in danger.

Our shit was stamped for the eighteenth time while hers was unstable on rocky turf.

She wanted me to swoop in caped up as her hero.

I wasn’t that in the slightest. If she knew better, she’d move the fuck around.

Knock, knock, knock!

A series of knocks rang out on the door against her back before I could respond. I smirked knowing Mrs. Malore had made her way up. “Answer the door.”

She was still naked as the day she was born. Simone looked at me like I was crazy, but I refused to let my wife think she didn’t have unlimited access to me.

“Huh?”

“Answer the fuckin’ door, love. My wife is trying to grab her belongings.”

“There’s nothing here for her. What fuckin’ belongings?” she threw back.

I closed the gap between us with my hand circling her neck. There was shit I didn’t give a fuck about; Simone was one of them. Then there was shit I’d nut up behind in the blink of an eye, and Naomi was distinguished as one of those. I wasn’t to be tested right now.

She was pinned between me and the door she refused to open. With my mouth positioned at her ear, I riddle off some advice. “Move before this end bad for you.”

Slowly nodding, she slipped to the side. I turned the knob with a smile creeping on my face the longer I stood. It stretched from ear to ear the more I took her in. Naomi was and would forever be the blueprint to this shit. I didn’t see anyone else holding my name but her.

“Mrs. Malore.” Stepping forward, I grabbed her around the waist and brought her to me.

She looked so godly in that all white. Lowering my mouth to hers, we exchanged a kiss I’d been fiending for since we parted ways. Her soft moans filled my throat, and I felt at peace as well as relaxed.

Simone cleared her throat desperately asking for our attention and the annoyance I held for her grew. We ignored her presence and continued to engage in an intimate act forbidden to others. I didn’t break until my wife released me.

“You better tell her who the fuck you belong to. I’d hate to beat her ass in this muthafucka,” Naomi commented.

“She knows, Mama. I can promise you that.”

I grabbed my luggage and exited the room completely. There wasn’t shit else to discuss.