Page 35 of Only Fans

@ M rs. Nelson

#FourMonthsLater

After Terrance got sick, my life had continued to go from bad to worse.

Terrance was now back at home with around the clock nursing care because he still was wheelchair bound.

He had been doing a really great job recovering from his stroke for the most part but was still not able to walk without assistance.

His therapist was impressed with him because his speech was becoming clearer every day and the strength in his left hand was slowly coming back.

He was able to stand and with assistance and he could take a few steps before having to sit back in the wheelchair.

He was recovering at a rapid pace no doubt.

I was extremely happy and proud that Terrance’s health was improving, yet I was very unhappy in my marriage.

He and I hadn’t talked about my affair with Brandon since we first argued about it on Tatiana’s birthday.

I understood that his main focus was to remain stress free and to work on getting better, but we desperately needed to figure out what we were going to do.

As the days continued to pass the more it was clear that our marriage was over.

Our relationship was very surface making it uncomfortable and extremely unbearable to deal with.

On top of that, I still had the mayor riding my back because the judge’s wife had filed for divorce and was still threatening to leak the affair to the press.

She was evidently taking the affair the hardest out of all of us and wanted to make and prove a point.

If that were to happen, it could do some major damage to my reputation as well as Brandon’s.

I didn’t need the public thinking I used my pussy as power to help persuade a few cases I worked during my tenure.

When the truth was, I cheated because I was lonely and craved the attention.

Things took a turn for the worst for Chelle, and she ended up losing her job at the firm not too long after I left.

We both believe she was let go on the account of her acquaintance with me and that was a bunch of bull crap if you ask me.

No one knew about our affair, but everyone knew we were very close friends.

Chelle wound up having to move out of her place because the rent and bills were hard to manage now that she was in between jobs.

I felt like it was ultimately my fault, so to help her out, I let her stay at the condo we originally purchased for Tatiana.

Terrance was disappointed in me at first for not letting Tatiana move into the condo since it was originally her birthday gift, but she wound up moving in with her boyfriend, so things ended up working in me and Chelle’s favor.

Terrance knew that Chelle and I were close, he just didn’t know we were intimately close, so when I presented to him about her needing a place, he saw it as us helping out a friend in need.

I had fallen in love with Chelle but was not ready to come out to the world about our relationship.

I had become so overwhelmed and stressed that I’d been having problems regulating my blood pressure.

Right after Terrance got sick, I wound up having to go to the doctor because I started having very intense migraines that wouldn’t let up.

My doctor diagnosed me with high blood pressure and said that I was experiencing cluster migraines.

He put me on medication for it and to be honest I couldn’t really tell if it was working or not because I still experienced about the same if not more headaches, nausea, and occasional neck stiffness.

Basically, my blood pressure was being managed by medications, but my stress level hadn’t decreased in the least bit at all.

I continued to worry about everything on a daily basis, and it felt like I was not able to catch any breaks.

The only solace I had was when I was with Chelle.

“A nickel for your thoughts,” Chelle said breaking me from my thoughts.

“I believe it’s a penny for your thoughts,” I giggled.

“Same difference. You knew what I was talking about. You always have to be so technical. What you layin’ there thinkin’ about?”

It was Tuesday evening, and I was at the condo spending time with Chelle.

I didn’t have to worry about Terrance suspecting anything because he knew we were friends, and our relationship wasn’t on the best of terms so me being gone from home was peaceful for the both of us.

He was so focused on walking again and doing his therapy that I believe he didn’t even notice when I wasn’t home.

Since he couldn’t walk, Terrance moved into one of our spare rooms that was on the first floor of our home.

We didn’t have an elevator so there was no way in hell he could get upstairs to our bedroom and I was good with that.

It worked out perfectly, yet I still felt stifled when I was home for too long, so I stayed a few nights out a week with Chelle. It had become a weekly routine.

“Just thinking about life. I have so much on my mind.”

“You gotta stop stressing, Tanya. Stress kills, you know that, baby. The last thing I want is for something to happen to you. I love you so much I don’t know where I would be or what I would do without you.”

Hearing Chelle tell me she loved me warmed my soul.

Tears filled my eyes as I became overcome with emotion.

I was truly happy with Chella, yet still very terrified to come out about our relationship to the world making it hard for me to manage my feelings.

Chelle wanted nothing more than for me to not stress, yet the fact I had to hide my true feelings for her from the world was stressing me out also.

It was no secret that Chelle wanted to be with me.

She was open about her sexual orientation and couldn’t wait to let it be known about us, yet she respected my timing.

We meshed well together and had the true makings of a solid foundation and relationship. We just couldn’t act on it openly.

I told her that I couldn’t leave Terrance at his lowest point.

I didn’t need to carry any more guilt than I already was.

God forbid I were to leave, and he had a health setback.

No chance in hell I was letting that happen.

I planned to wait until he got a little bit better before I would file for a divorce.

Until then, what Chelle and I had, had to remain a secret.

“I love you, too, you know that. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. It’s just a lot going on is all.”

“I know, sweetcakes. Let me help you ease your mind.”

We were lying in Chelle’s bed watching Bridgerton on Netflix.

It was on a hot and steamy scene where Lady Bridgerton and the Duke were having sex.

The scene that was playing, Lady Bridgerton switched positions for the first time and got on top and rode the Duke until he came inside of her.

It was a very intense love scene that aided in heightening our mood.

The scene was very intense because the last thing the Duke wanted was to cum inside of Lady Bridgerton, but he succumbed to the pleasures of what he desired most. What captivated me most was that while that scene played in the background, I was in the midst of succumbing to the pleasures that Chelle was giving me.

My body had grown to desire her in ways that I had never felt for another person before. It was scary, yet very addicting.

We began to passionately make out as we helped each other remove our clothes.

Once we both were naked as the day we were born, Chelle went to work.

She knew just how to take my mind and body to levels I had never reached with a man before sexually, emotionally and mentally.

Spreading my lower lips then covering my delicate flower with her mouth she gently sucked my clit while fingering me.

It only took seconds later for me to cream in her mouth.

I used to gag at the thought of women giving each other oral pleasure.

It was something that no one could ever convince me that I would do or want done to me, but Chelle…

she showed me the way! One of the best sexual experiences I had ever had, was making love to her and what amazed me the most was how comfortable I felt pleasuring her body as well.

“Do you wanna grind or you want Big Boy?” she asked, referring to the nine-inch strap on she used to penetrate me with. Chelle understood that I enjoyed having intercourse with men so to accommodate my desires we sometimes used Big Boy.

Big Boy was something serious. Even though it was a dildo, it was the perfect size for my yoni, and the icing on the cake…

it pulsated. I loved for Chelle to fuck me with Big Boy.

It wasn’t the same as having sex with a man, but I had no complaints.

Shaking my head no, not wanting to skip foreplay, Chelle started fingering my vagina, teasing my clit that was already super sensitive from the orgasm I just had.

We were going at it like two freaks in heat, kissing, and sucking each other’s breasts while rubbing and grinding our bodies together.

Once both of our clits were swollen and ready to purr, Chelle got in my favorite position between my legs.

Straddling me sideways placing her fat, wet, juicy cat on top of mine she began to slowly grind her vagina on top of mine.

Once our lower lips began to kiss, we both began to grind against each other.

This position is what turned me out. It was by far one of my favorites!

I had never felt anything like it before ever.

Who knew bumping coochies would feel that amazing!

The orgasms I’d get were always super intense causing me to cum back-to-back and my legs to tremble every time.

Once I’d reach that peak, I was down for whatever.

I never knew I could have a hard orgasm without any penetration.

I remember the first time we made love and she did that position on me.

That shit had me doing shit I never thought I’d ever do.

I went down on her and ate her out like I had graduated from the school of giving females head.

Since then, sex with Chelle had become a very frequent, almost daily thing.

I couldn’t lie, the release I would get from our lovemaking sessions were stress relieving.

As I continued to enjoy the pleasure that Chelle was delivering, snippets of my life flashed in my mind of all the major events that had taken place that led up to this moment.

It was awkward as hell for these thoughts to be running rampant in my head during sex, but it was beyond my control.

Flashes of moments with Terrance throughout our marriage where I felt at my lowest were so vivid.

Then I saw flashes of the day I cheated on Terrace with the judge of me and Brandon having sex.

It had been almost three weeks since Terrance showed me any type of affection or attention, and I was in dire need of sexual healing.

It was right after a long day at the courthouse and Brandon was preceding on one of my cases.

Long story short, I won that case, and afterward he and I met up in his chambers.

One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew we were having hot, rough sex.

I was so horny and in need of a good thrashing that it didn’t matter that dick was mediocre.

He was no match to my husband’s, but he sufficed.

He knew how to work what he had. The walls of my yoni started to tremble, as the thoughts of me and Brandon’s sexcapades turned me on.

“Mmmm…Tanya, your pussy wet as fuck!” Chelle purred.

She was grinding in a rhythm that was bringing me to my sexual peak.

As I moaned and groaned my mind went to me and Chelle’s sexual relationship.

Chelle was a known bisexual. Occasionally she would say flirtatious comments to me, but I always laughed them off.

A few times I’d catch her looking at me lustfully, I just never read too deep into it.

Chelle always made it a point to compliment me, but again, I never put too much thought into it.

Then one day, she invited me over to chill at her place, and after a few drinks, we went from watching Plug Love with Murda Pain to kissing and groping on each other.

As my kitty began to purr, I began to moan and groan from the intense sensations coursing through my body.

Chelle and I had reached our peaks together.

The slipperiness from both of our vaginas increased the intense vibrations that continued to flow through my lower region.

Briefly separating so that she could strap up, then returning between my thighs, Chelle started rubbing against my clit.

“Turn around and let me hit that from the back for a minute. I love to see that phat ass jiggle.”

Doing as told I assumed the position. I arched my back just right, so that I could rock my hips.

Chelle was turned on by watching my ass jiggle so I had to make sure I could put a little more wiggle in my jiggle.

Resting my forehead on the pillow in front of me and my back arched deep as I could in a mean kneel, I rubbed my clit as I awaited penetration from Big Boy.

Chelle grabbed one of my hips, and soon after Big Boy filled my awaiting kitty, Chelle got in a groove, and we began to go at it.

Just as I felt my walls begin to tremble, I began to have trouble breathing.

Moving the pillow from in front of my face, I placed my head on my forearm to help regulate my breathing.

Meanwhile, Chelle was in a zone going to work.

She was so into it that she hadn’t noticed that I was having a hard time catching my breath.

SLAP!

The sound of Chelle slapping my ass cheek along with the burning sensation hit at the same time along with a horrendous pain in my head.

The pain in my head shot across my temples, and it felt like something popped in my head.

I figured it was a migraine about to come on, and before I could open my mouth to get Chelle to let up for a second, my world went black.