~I can’t do without you~

Chapter 3

~I can’t do without you~

“You are welcome to my home for the first time,” Ella sounded, turning her fallen lustful, pale, bust, flat tummy and vagina line in between beefy thighs to Brian.

Brian wanted to make a comment but he felt his eyes getting busier than his lips. Ella had yanked her leg wide open now and the interesting broad view before brain was Ella’s well shaven vagina lips calling on him. At the time he wanted to look away, possibly somewhere at the wall above her on the frames of art work scattered all over the wall or the enlarged wedding frame of Ella and her husband on the wall opposite. He knew Ella had set a trap and he had fallen. But he thought she had given up on him especially now another man, not just a man but a billionaire was warming her thighs.

Ella sat up, shooting her desire-filled stare at him and dimming her eyes like a stripper. “What do I offer you?” she asked.

At first Brian thought he could tell her to dress up. But what he was able to do some time in the past had remained with the past- Ella was his irresistible enchanter and the best of romance among them would either risk his life or mar either of them for life.

“I don’t mind anything,” Brian replied coldly to keep forcing a straight face and still trying to steady his gaze on the wall across her.

“Anything including me?” she asked smiling briefly and standing up to fetch his order. She walked closer to him like a stripper that was still learning her seductive moves.

Brian took it for a bluff and smiled what would have been a frown. He wished he could frown and keep at it all through his visit but Ella was one woman whose presence created the best of fun and comfort.

“Where is your husband?” he asked staring around thinking he heard the shuffles of footsteps somewhere within.

“He is not around, and may not return any time soon,” she said and frowned when she said, “That pain in the ass,”

“Pain in the ass?” Brian asked her better with his scowled face. “What is happening to your marriage?” he had a sip at the warm coffee in his hand and stole a glance at the thick nipples that stood on her breasts. First before the discussion can you dress up please? I am a friend and not your husband. And if anyone should barge in on us I wonder what world be our explanation.

She rolled her eyes, “I have shut the door,” she said and wanted to tell him that she was much comfortable the way she was and she could do anything for him now. Of a truth she had made up her mind to cheat on her husband and if she was going to achieve that feat it would be with him. Brian! Her back bone and strength in time past. “I have a lot to tell you Brian.”

Brian shot a straight look at her, his stares mostly on her bust. “I am all ears,” he said anxiously and ready to listen.

“Ever since we got married he hasn’t touched me.”

“Why?” he asked nervously and gulped his coffee.

I set a spy on him and it was discovered he has a mistress in New Jersey, whom he has been seeing just a week after wedding.”

“A week?” he cut in and watched her countenance fall as she folded her arms below her breasts making them thicker and appealing to her beholder.

Brian could feel the shaft in his trousers get bigger but for one reason he put himself together and paid attention with his heart and not with his penis.

“Yes a week. He has been screwing her even before he met me, worst still my spy told me the mistress is carrying his baby now.”

“What! Laughing doll! Brian exclaimed, sitting up to pay more attention. “Have you tried to let him know?”

“I asked him.” She sniffed, fighting off the urge to cry, “I …I have asked him severally and he denied not having any mistress let alone one carrying his child.”

“What do you intend doing now?” he asked staring at her big buttocks rolling effortlessly as she stood up to walk to the fire place to get herself warm.

“I intend to do a whole lot,” she said through gritted teeth and their stares met but Brian unlocked his eyes from hers and gazed upon their wedding picture frame on the wall.

“I hope you are not planning anything funny. Because I am not going to let you get hurt in the name of marriage. You are not going to hurt anyone either, not even you husband. If the marriage isn’t working call it a quit and get your divorce papers ready.”

“Tell me what else to do, Brian? I feel like spilling his blood to mother earth and going to jail.” At the time she had started shedding tears.” I don’t know what men want. I gave him the best of attention, body and respect. You know what I am going to take his life and go to jail.”

Brian stood up like a jet that was about to take off – “You would do not such thing. I told grandma about the ill feeling I have for your marriage. I know it would amount to this. I know that husband of yours was the devil’s son. You are going to contact your lawyer to file divorce. That is what you will do next. Anything other than that please count me out.”

Ella stared at Brian lustfully, cat-walked to him, pressed her bust against him and whispered, “I would do as you said. You are the one saving that man from breathing his last tonight.” He was stroking his hair now and Brian was feeling tickles all over his body, having this rare urge to grab Ella, pin her on the sofa and make maddening love to her but then he had this respect and love for Kate and he was ready to hold it down for Kate till the end of time.

Brian was shocked when she brought her tongue to his ears and started wetting it. He thought he could ignore him until she buried her hands into his trousers and grabbed his fragile penis.

“What are you doing?” Brian asked staring into her face as she shut her eyes, opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue.

“Be still, Brian, just be still,” she obliged him and loosened his belt.

“Stop!” he barked and Ella paused, pulled back, staring into his eyes and locked eyes with him. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You are married for chrissake. I …I… don’t …” he was stuttering because he was much distracted by Ella’s finger which sank into her vagina, fingering and pleasing herself.

“I need you right now brain. I am sex starved. You are not a stranger to me anymore. You helped me put to bed, you have helped me and my baby financially, you have seen my nakedness. You know all about me even the color of my intestines. What else do you want from me? How do I let you know that I can’t do without you? Tell me how?”

Brian stood gaping…