they were toe to toe speaking peacefully. Lamont brushed the blonde tresses off her face and behind her ear. The once playful banter between the two took a drastic turn as an animalistic side of Lamont that Danielle hadn’t seen since college took over his normal poised self. With lightning speed Lamont swung his accomplice around by her shoulders slamming her into the large conference room table.
The vixen didn’t put up much of a fight in fact from the view it looks like she enjoyed the rough playtime. Danielle couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched her one and only love unbuckle his pants, letting them pool at his feet. Crudely lift another woman’s dress, ripping her thong off, and ramming into her without a care in the world. The untamed beast that boned this woman who wasn’t his wife was a site to see. Sadly Danielle was more jealous than she was furious in the beginning because Lamont was showing this woman his skills that she longed for. Both were careful not to kiss or leave any marks that would lead to suspicions of them being together. That much was evident. From the sight of them, this wasn’t a one-time thing and definitely wasn’t their first.
When he was ready to ejaculate he smacked the woman on the butt as a signal to assume the position, she did with ease. Dropping to the floor in front of him she accepted all he had to give. All those children wasted down another woman’s throat instead of deep inside of her womb where Danielle longed for them to be. Now that she had mindlessly watched Lamont’s indiscretions, one thing stuck out like a sore thumb. He didn’t use any protection. He always made sure she was on her birth control and would go so far as to wear a condom if she had recently started a new pack of pills. No matter how many times she tried to explain to him since she had been on the pill for so many years it would take at least three months for it to leave her system to become pregnant.
Not only did he cheat by sleeping with another woman that alone should have been the lick that killed old dick. NO! It was that the bastard had an intimate connection with this woman that he would raw dog her. At THEIR anniversary party, while Danielle was right down the hall. Then had the nerve to hold Danielle in place as they carried on a full blown conversation with his obvious mistress. Shafting her every chance he got with the little forced intimacy she gets from him. Danielle felt beyond cheated. She was feeling worthless, destitute, and lastly less than a woman. If she can’t keep her own husband happy then what was her purpose?
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Danielle went through the rest of the week on autopilot. She didn’t attempt to get closer to her husband like she did before she discovered his infidelity. Nor did she crucify him on the spot. NO. She observed his dealings. Observed his emotions, inability to detect that something was off about his wife. The one he said his vows too was not acting her normal self but either he didn’t take notice or just couldn’t be bothered to care. Either way, Danielle felt even more hurt if that was possible. To the outside eye she pretended nothing was wrong and went about life as usual. When she arrived home, she counted the lies that spew from Lamont’s conniving mouth. Her self-esteem dropped to an all-time low seeing as he didn’t even attempt to initiate any intimacy between the two. That further alerted her that she had been carrying their intimacy for some time. Sadly it took something this tragic to make her realize it.
“Hi Mom.” Danni greeted her mother.
“Hi Sweetie.” Her mother embraced her in a hug that spoke volumes. “To what do I owe the pleasure of an impromptu visit?”
“Is it a crime to want to see my mommy?”
“No crime. But surprised nonetheless, yes.”
“I was just…”
“Don’t give me the ‘I was in the neighborhood’ bull either. You are never just in the neighborhood.” Lena chuckled while she busied herself making