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A small bead of sweat slowly meandered downed her temple and pooled just below her jaw. She exhaled, leaning on stiff arms into the mirror to study her likeness, surprised at her calm demeanor despite her puffy swollen eyes. Without warning a fresh wave of tears rushed in, spilling down her checks on their own accord. Brianna leaned closer, looking deeper and saw pain reflected back. It was there. Visible, three dimensional, almost tangible; pure, raw and careening down her cheeks like melting ice cream on a hot day. It didn’t seem possible that she could hurt so intensely without a physical open wound. If she could apply pressure she could stop the bleeding and maybe the ache in her chest. But funny thing about the human heart, it’s protected from external physical injury by bone, muscle, and sinew, but yet is completely vulnerable and exposed to emotion, at the mercy of the brain to protect it.

She sniffed again, this time using her finger tips to wipe her wet cheeks. Brianna realized that her right hand was throbbing; the palm red. She had slapped his face as hard as she could – drawing back and swinging with everything she had in her. All the hurt, the betrayal, the injustice, all the rage, every lie, every calculated wild-ass, bitch-ass story was transferred from her palm to his face. The smack resonated around the room bouncing off the window, the lamp, then coming to rest in a corner of the ceiling.

“You lying mutha-fucka! You piece of shit! I knew you were never gonna change!” she choked out; then whispered, “…If I wasn’t enough for you, you should have been man enough to walk away!”

His opened mouth, deer-in-the-headlights stare was her reply. He stood there with his arms out to the side, shoulders hunched up, palms up like he was begging her to confess that she was delusional and having a psychotic episode or that she didn’t know what just happened. Yeah, that would surprise the hell out of both of them, wouldn’t it? Problem is she knew exactly what had just happened. This man who’s mere glance made her weak, whose voice caused her breathe to jump, had just bruised her heart. This man who swore he would be there forever and ever, who promised her a lifetime of ‘good mornings’ had crushed her spirit. His infidelity was the elephant in the room that was impossible for either of them to ignore. How could they when it stood there in a pink dress and grey suede Christian Louboutin stilettos?

“Baby, you don’t understand…it’s not the way it looks!” he swore as Miss Pink Dress scurried to grab her purse and coat, looking frantically at the door.
Brianna almost laughed out loud! Note to self, that tired line should be tattooed on the ass of every child born with testicles.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she yelled in a high-shrill voice she didn’t recognize. “…you are standing here with this bit-ch and ‘it’s not the way it looks’?”

“Baby, I can explain this…I swear I can explain!”

“What you need to do is start explaining how you and this bitch are both gonna get out of this hotel room without somebody getting hurt!” Brianna’s glare pierced his man-poker-face mask while she cursed back hot tears that she dared to fall.

He took a small step toward Brianna, closing the space between them. Out of her peripheral line of sight, Brianna watched Miss Pink Dress slip quietly out the door; his eyes never left hers. The door clicked shut and they stood wrapped in a silence so loud it made her ears ring.

He saw it; she did too. Right there, inside Marriott room #4298, The Beginning of The End collapsed across the bed on crumbled sheets. In that moment their marriage, their history, their legacy began to slowly evaporate. It was over. This wasn’t his first affair, his first step outside the relationship box – no, his indiscretions had been many. There was the tall sophisticated business woman across town, the heart-shaped face school teacher – oh, yeah there had been quite a few other women. And for every woman she knew about Brianna guessed there were four more she didn’t. Against her common sense, her God-given intuition, and all the girlfriend advice Brianna gave into his promises and vows, and took him back. Every fucking time! After the last slip-up it was months before anything resembling normal returned to their daily routine, but reconciliation eventually won, with stupidity coming in a close second.

With a masters in business, long shapely brown legs and a smile that stopped traffic, it was inconceivable that Brianna would be stuck in a relationship that didn’t honor or value her. Even she couldn’t explain it or put her finger on his hold on her. His walk? His intelligence? That brilliant smile? How he looked in a suit? His swagger? Yes! It was all of it. The way his eyes locked with hers across a crowded room. His wicked sense of humor and his sexual prowess! And even though Brianna felt gullible and naïve, she knew the main reason was, she loved him, and had since she was sixteen years old. This was her husband. But with this latest act of betrayal she knew it was time to re-evaluate the balance of love and dysfunctional obsession. She needed someone she could trust with her life, her heart, her love. She needed a long term commitment and she refused to settle for anything less. If she didn’t get out now, Brianna knew she might never experience genuine love without hurt and would be forever stuck in a downward spiral – depleting her self-esteem and self-worth. As hard as it would be to let go and move on. It was now or never.

So when she felt his soft kisses on her shoulder later that night, Brianna thought she was dreaming because it felt so right. Like savoring a warm gooey cinnamon roll where the pure savory joy reaches your toes; his trail of small kisses was sweet, decadent and satisfying. She smiled in this dream-like state. His fingertips grazed the side of neck causing her head rolled softly into the pillow exposing her slender neck. And when his lips found her ear lobe and his tongue slipped inside, Brianna couldn’t help but lean into his mouth, reveling in the warmth of his breath – the moisture of his mouth. She wanted to open her eyes, but couldn’t. His touch was warm, sexy and familiar. Brianna didn’t understand her own reaction to his lips against her skin. What was wrong with her? It was as if all her resolve, all her logical relationship analyzing oozed out of her brain like butter melting on hot corn bread. She sighed.

In the small recesses of her brain, Brianna wanted nothing more than to bite his bottom lip – hard, until she drew blood! It was unimaginable that he had managed to fuck up their marriage over a piece of ass; destroying everything they had worked so hard for. It wasn’t the house, her brand new Lexus or even the racks of designer shoes. It was the connection, the bond, the closeness they shared that she wanted to save and what she would miss the most. Tomorrow she would call an attorney and a locksmith, but for now she would take pleasure in this last night of passion, enjoying the attention of his body.

His slow assault started at the base of her scalp; then slowly ran his tongue down the back of her neck. Then just as quickly he began again, this time with soft kisses into her hair and down her neck a second time. Brianna tilted her head back into the pillow while he bit the top of her shoulder. He always did know her weak spot – she could feel the dampness between her thighs.

Without interruption, he slid his hand down Brianna’s back and she arched like a cat as his palm came to rest on her ass. He gently kneaded the mounds of soft flesh like a experienced pastry chef – caressing, rubbing, squeezing with both hands. She couldn’t remember the last time her ass had been so worshipped and adored. Then without warning he slowly eased one finger inside her wetness while continuing to caress her ass. Rotating slowly; pushing further inside. Brianna moaned.Then he pushed two fingers, exhaling with heavy breathing in her ear. The combination was lethal. Brianna’s hips gyrated on their own accord – and when he leaned forward, expanding her lips to accommodate three fingers, she almost came off the bed. She couldn’t remember when it was this good; his passion was unbridled tonight. Brianna didn’t know how she ended up on her back, but when he bent his head while parting her thighs, she gave over to the rush of emotion. He knew every crevice, every fold, every deep part of her…and his tongue reminded her of his expertise. He licked slowly at first, barely touching her lips. Just as she adjusted to the soft touch, his tongue slipped inside before parting her lips again; this time exposing her small bud. He suckled softly at first, then harder. His tongue licked flat and hard, over and over and over again. The rough feel of his tongue was like a lighting flashing through her body. Brianna clung to his shoulders, the feel of him, the closeness, rubbing the top of his bald head. She sighed loudly – how would she ever let him go?

With no warning he entered her body without restraint; Brianna’s head fell back on the pillows in a soft thud; she arched her back while grasping the round cheeks of his ass with both hands. The combination of coarse hair and smooth skin was intoxicating. She couldn’t get close enough and almost couldn’t keep pace with the rhythm he set. Wait! Was that her voice making the guttural, animal sounds? Brianna’s moans filled the air until there was no more space left in the room. His penis felt enormous, penetrating, commanding; taking Brianna to the brink of lunacy. When he pushed her thighs back and spread her legs wider, Brianna screamed his name! How could something so good be so detrimental to her well being? Tonight it didn’t matter – all she wanted was the incredible feeling inside her now.

So they rode each other with wild abandonment – touching, groping and pulling at each other until their coupling closely resembled a fight. He pulled her hair, she bit his lip. He tipped her onto her side so he could slap her ass, she squeezed his balls. The smell of sex permeated the air along with Briana’s chants. He told her how bad he wanted her, how deep he wanted to ram his dick, and she begged him in a feeble voice not to stop. Tonight was beyond where they had ventured before. Tonight had set a new height. Brianna wrapped her ankles around the small of his back when she knew he grew close to cumming. He grabbed her ass and moaned. Softly at first, he groaned a feral sound; then yelling her name…it was at that exact point she could feel the build up of an overpowering sensation ready to burst! Brianna tried to squeeze her legs together to stall as long as possible; to delay her release, but the feeling started exploding inside her like a rush of the tide and she couldn’t hold back…

Suddenly a baby’s cries echoed her cries and slowly dragging her back from the edge of euphoria. The cries were faint at first, but quickly escalated to a loud, strong, full fledged shrill that seeped into her dreams. This was the steady wailing of an infant. She woke and sat straight up in the bed.

It took Brianna a minute to realize where she was and who she was. She shook her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the balls of her hands; her feet struggled to find the floor. It was simply amazing that the baby would wake her every time she dreamt about making love to his father – the night of his conception. An incredible angelic face was her constant life-long reminder of a last night of passion with a man that didn’t deserve either one of them. She padded softly into his room, reached into the crib and cradled her son to her breast – soothing him with soft coos. It had been almost three months to the day that she had given birth, without ever revealing her condition to her impending ex – the hardest part was hiding him physically through the divorce. “…Hush, baby, Brianna sang softly, it will be okay.” Making her way to the chair she unbuttoned her top. His cries slowed to small little heaves; he yawned widely and closed his eyes as soon as his little mouth latched onto her breast; Brianna sighed as she settled in to nurse and watched her baby sleep. The ultimate betrayal created the ultimate betrayal.



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