COJO MILLS
Lazily I stretched my arms over my head and allowed a hearty yawn to follow as I wrapped a towel around my body. Droplets of water dripped from the ends of my hair onto my shoulders, but for the time being, I didn’t care about it. Sexual satisfaction made the small stuff seem trivial, and I was indeed satisfied. My husband, Merlin, made it home safely from his short deployment in Iraq, and he’d just worked his magic on me!
“Umph, umph, umph. There ought to be a law against feeling this good.” I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet over the toilet and used it to wipe a clean spot on the mirror. My dark brown eyes twinkled back at me. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. While I had managed to cover most of my head with my shower cap, I noticed that the cap was haphazardly skewed in the back, which allowed the ends of my hair to get wet.
“Oh fucking well.” I giggled as I turned away from the mirror. I wasn’t about to let something as miniscule as wet ends ruin my luxurious mood. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on the side of the tub to begin my moisturizing ritual. I liked to apply lotion while my body was still damp and my pores were open. I rested my slender leg against the sink as I applied the lotion; I could not get the image of my husband’s face between my thighs out of my mind.
“He ate your pussy like he was starved,” I said to my reflection in the mirror. “I guess that old saying is true; absence does make the heart grow fonder.” Rubbing the lotion between my hands to warm it up, I used long strokes to deeply penetrate my sore muscles.
“You should have taken a bath instead of a shower,” I spoke again to my reflection while shaking my head.
Merlin twisted my body like a pretzel. I was so engrossed in getting mine, I didn’t complain about the complicated positions. In fact, I welcomed the abuse; it had been a long time coming. He fucked the shit out of me.
Merlin had just gotten home from his first active deployment since he joined the Army. He’d enlisted when he got laid off from his job with the state of Georgia. Enlisting in the Army was the last thing either of us wanted, but jobs were difficult to come by. Unemployment was so high, college graduates were competing with high school students for jobs at fast food restaurants.
Although I managed to keep my job with the state, there was no way that I would’ve been able to keep us afloat with my meager salary. The military offered career opportunities for Merlin that he wouldn’t have had without the benefit of a college degree. According to his recruiter, after his mandatory stint of four years, he could attend college for free.
I allowed a small squeal of excitement to escape my lips as I jumped up from the tub. I was about to trapeze over to “what if:” land without talking to Merlin to see if anything that we’d been told was actually the truth. With my feet back on the floor, I went into our bedroom to get dressed.
As I entered our room, my breath got caught in my lungs. Merlin was standing in front of the mirror, flexing his newly defined muscles. He was drop-dead gorgeous, and I felt like the luckiest woman in the world just for being his wife. His bald head glistened in the mirror, and his honey-bronzed skin appeared to glow.
My pussy dripped in anticipation of another go-around. His eyes met mine in the mirror and my body seemed to float over to him. The muscles in his chest flexed, drawing my eyes to them. My hand reached out to touch him as I closed my eyes. A shiver passed through my body as my hand touched his warm skin.
“Umm, you ready for round two?” I suggestively said. A sudden arctic blast froze my hand to his chest; the chill caused my lids to snap open.
Merlin’s seductive eyes turned stony as he stepped away from me. “Round two?” His voiced seemed to rumble deep within his chest. His nostrils flared, which caused me to take a step back as well.
My fingers sought the edges of my towel that I’d almost flung to the floor only moments before. “What’s the matter?”
Merlin’s whole demeanor was different and it threw me off as well. “You said round two. What did you mean?”
I assumed he was joking and wanted me to reiterate how much I enjoyed our last lovemaking session. I coyly smiled at him and took a step closer. “Oh, you don’t remember ripping off my clothes and fucking my brains out on the living room floor?”
“Cojo.”
There was a warning in his tone that I failed to pay attention to as I continued to taunt him.
“You don’t remember sucking my lips and teasing my clit with your tongue?” I closed my eyes and started twirling my hips to a song that played only in my head. I allowed my towel to fall to the floor as I danced for him.
“Cojo.”
Once again I ignored the warning in his voice. I was caught up in the moment and I was anxious to feel his hands on my body again. “You said my pussy was the sweetest nectar that you’d ever tasted … umm.” My fingers trailed down my body and I finger-fucked myself. “Wanna taste …?” My eyes were still closed.
The sound of his fist connecting with my jaw reverberated throughout the room. My arms flailed about helplessly as I sailed through the air. I was so surprised by the blow that I didn’t feel the pain, not until my body collided with our bedroom wall. Stunned, I struggled to get to my feet. My jaw throbbed. I felt a mixture of emotions all at the same time: shock, fear, anger.
“Have you lost your rabbit-ass mind? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I demanded, holding my jaw. Perhaps I should have chosen some gentler words to gauge where all this anger came from, but I was beyond pissed. One thing that I would not tolerate in a relationship was a man putting his hands on me.
“No, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He grabbed a shirt from the dresser and yanked it over his head.
“Is that the shit they taught you in Iraq? ’Cause if it is, then you need to take that shit right back where you got it from.”
Merlin started at me as if this was the first time that he’d ever lain eyes on me. The look sent a chill up my spine. And, for a moment, I didn’t even recognize my own husband.
“One hour ago we were making love and now you want to hit me?” I rubbed my jaw for emphasis and winced in pain. My entire body hurt, but my physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish I was going through. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that Merlin would put his hands on me.
“I’ve only been home ten minutes.”
What the hell did he just say? “Huh?” Obviously I was the one suffering from delusions. There was no way he could’ve said what I thought he said.
“I said, I’ve only been home for ten minutes. Who the hell were you fucking an hour ago?” His chest swelled before my eyes as fear replaced the anger in my heart.
Something was very wrong with this picture, and I was having a difficult time trying to figure out what it was. “I … uh … I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I.” He took a step toward me and I backed up further into the corner.
I needed a moment to think. One of us had obviously lost their mind, and I was quite sure it wasn’t me. “This isn’t funny, Merlin.”
“Do I look like I’m laughing to you?” His nostrils were flaring again and his hands were balled up in tight fists.
I looked around for a weapon. There was no way I was going to allow him to hit me again. Frantically my eyes searched my corner of the room. The closest thing to a weapon I could find was a pair of high-heeled shoes. I inched my way closer to the closet as he took a step closer.
“I’m waiting.” He beat his fists against his thighs as his eyes narrowed. Gone was the lust and longing I has seen in his eyes when he was beating the breaks off my pussy.
“Merlin, stop. Something is wrong?”
“Ha, ain’t that the understatement of the year. I come home after getting my ass kicked for six months to find my wife acting like a fucking tramp!”
“Merlin, please.” Tears began to flow down my face. I felt like I’d stepped onto the set of some horrible movie, and I wanted to wake the fuck up.
“Please my ass. I ought to kill your trifling ass. Who was it?”
I dove for the closet but he swooped me up before I could hit the floor. I’d never been so afraid in my entire life. My body trembled uncontrollably as his fingers tightened around my arms. He lifted me over his head as I screamed.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?”
My head jerked toward the door at a man who looked like the spitting image of my husband. Merlin paused as his fingers dug into my skin.
“Gavin?” Merlin asked stunned to be looking at his brother.
I felt the floor rush up to greet me as Merlin dropped me like a useless dumbbell he had tired of.
"Yeah, man, what's up with you?" The stranger took a step into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“How did you get in here?”
I sat up, wincing in pain.
“You’re still leaving the key under the mat just like you did when we were kids.”
“Merlin, who is this man?” I was reaching for my towel to cover my nakedness. I knew it was a stupid question even before it had left my lips but rational thinking wasn’t something I was capable of at the moment. Both men stared at me like I’d just stepped off the short, yellow bus.
Merlin’s shoulders slumped. “Man, please tell me you didn’t just fuck my wife.” The fire had gone out of Merlin’s body as my eyes bucked at the implication of his words.
“Wife? When the fuck did you get married?” The stranger laughed, as if he had told a joke.
“Aw, man … shit.” Merlin’s face was pinched and for a moment, I forgot about how I was feeling and my heart went out to him.
“Hell, man, I didn’t know. She came through the door looking all good and shit; it just happened. She ran up on me, wrapped those chocolate legs around my waist—it was a wrap.” He shook his head as if he was sorry but he was smiling.
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