Chapter 7 — Melissa

I stand at the front door and wave goodbye at Kirt knowing that it will be the last time I’ll ever have to see his smug face ever again. But what he didn’t know is that I had been seeing someone way before he had started seeing that Amber girl. Every time the children went to school and Kirt went to work I would go see Marcus. His gorgeous caramel skin, green eyes, jet black hair, and his 6 pack abs. It’s like looking at a god when you see him. I’m just saying if you're going to have an affair make sure the guy you're cheating on your husband with is a GOD! Otherwise what’s the point.

So it’s play time for this mommy the wretched old fart that stole my youth is gone and my lovelies are at school so here I go. I text Marcus that it’s playtime and he agrees. I might be in my forties with two kids but I have been working on my body after a friend of mine brought me to her yoga class. That is where I met the beautiful god that makes me wet just thinking about him. This man does things to me that would make a sailor blush.

I go to my closet and slip on a little white dress and a pair of my silver heels. I don’t have to do much with my hair since it’s naturally wavy so all I do is just run some leave in conditioner through it. Next I throw on some mineral powder foundation and head out the door.

I met up with Marcus at our usual spot in his cabin by the lake. It’s not a big fancy cabin but a quaint little rustic cabin perfect for the weekend getaway. Or better yet a weekday meet up. He is already there waiting for me as I pull up. I already feel my heart racing just seeing him sitting there on his porch.

He comes over to my car when I pull up to help me out like a pure gentleman would do. Who says that chivalry is dead not here with him. He wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me close. Then kisses me with urgency as if he is hungry for my lips. Marcus picks me up and carries me into his cabin while he is still devouring me. He lays me gently down on the bed. The only time he releases me from his kiss is when he slowly takes off his clothes. He remembers that I love to watch him undress one article of clothing at a time. That is until he gets to his pants. He saves that part for me. I undo his belt then the button. The best part is when I slowly unzip the zipper. I always loved that Marcus never wore any kind of underwear. He was always one hundred percent commando all the time. So when the zipper went down it was snack time for me. I’ve never enjoyed having any other man’s dick in my mouth except for Marcus’s. I don’t know what it was but it is always sweet. He has also taught me things that I have never known. Kirt was always so dull and boring in bed that is when we had sex. The past couple of years that part of our marriage has faded into oblivion.

Marcus lays me back on the bed and raises my hips up towards his as he puts his penis which I believe to be the size of an elephant's trunk into. It’s so hard not to moan with pleasure as he slowly sticks it inside of me. We don’t speak to each other at all; it's as if we know each other's movements. We know what the other one is going to do.

He then lays my body back onto the bed as we make an X out of our legs. With slow, leisurely gyrations he brings me to ecstasy. No hard thrusting, no screaming, just pure undeniable pleasure. “I’m glad you're enjoying yourself,” Marcus laughs as he lays down beside me on the bed. “I’m not done with you yet,” I laugh as I straddle him backwards facing his feet. Slowly I move up and down on him as if I’m on a slow carousel. I hear his breaths coming faster. He picks me straight up and sits me back down on his pulsating volcano that looks like it’s about to blow. This man clearly wasn’t bottle feed because he got me off all over again just by nibbling ever so lightly on my nipples while he was caressing my breasts.

“Why don’t we stay here for the night,” He asks as he rolls his beautiful body over to face me. I get up off the bed trying to locate my clothes. “You know I can't have children that need me at home,” I explain again. He asks me the same question every time we are together. “Come on your son is old enough to watch his little sister for one night please for me,” He pleads as he comes over to me and kisses my neck then makes his way down my spine. “Okay,” I say in almost a whisper as he sent chills throughout my body. “Thank you,” He replies as he bites my right butt cheek. While he is laughing at me as I cry out in shock he pushes me up against the wall and spreads my legs with his hands. Then proceeds to penetrate me with his fingers before putting his elephant truck back inside of me.

I send a quick text to Ethan who seems kind of happy I am getting out of the house for the night to “Hang out with some friends.” I tell him just to order whatever they want for supper and put it on the credit card I gave him for emergencies. I couldn’t believe that I get to spend a glorious night with a man who thinks that I am the most beautiful woman ever. I don’t think I’m as beautiful as he says I am. Granted I don't think I’m totally ugly. I have short brown curly hair, dark blue eyes (which change colors depending on what I wear,) and light beige skin. I guess you could say I’m bland looking. I guess I look about like every other woman from the south.

I met Kirt when I was visiting my sister up here. We started dating and eventually I moved up here to be closer to him. And as Paul Harvey would say that’s the end of the story. I had Ethan a year after we married then Emma. So that’s my story how I ended up here in frozen Montana. Why couldn’t my sister have moved to Arizona? I could have been nice and tan by now.

I woke up to the sun beaming in through the window. Marcus was still asleep beside me on the bed. I made my way slowly to the bathroom picking up my clothes again along the way. Then I ever so quietly sneak out of the cabin to my car stepping on every sharp rock along the way. Mental note: Never wear heels to a cabin. I was sure I had scratches and bruises on the bottoms of my feet.

“Hello,” I say as the Bluetooth in my car answers the phone. “Hello, is this Melissa Michaels,” the husky voice on the other end asks. “This is,” I answer trying to stifle a yawn wishing I had some coffee. “Ms. Michaels this is Detective Braylon in Devils Tower, Wyoming."

“Yes how may I help you Detective?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this ma’am but we arrested your husband last night."

“Excuse me are you sure you have the right wife, my husband is…”

“Yes ma’am I know your husband was supposed to be at a business conference Missoula, Montana. Unfortunately your husband was with a woman by the name of Amber here in Wyoming. Now the reason I’m calling is that we arrested your husband on suspicion of murder."

“Hang on MURDER!?” I yell as I pull my car into a random parking lot. “Who did he supposedly murder?”

“The lady he was with Amber Wilkinson. Is there any way you can come down here to Wyoming so we can talk?” Detective Braylon asks. “Um, yea, sure I’ll get my children from school and we will head that way,” I say surprised by how well my acting skills were. With little time to do things I head home to shower and change into my mom's clothes as I am doing that I call the kids schools to have them out front waiting on me when I get there. We rushed back by the house to pack a bag each since I hadn’t a clue how long we were going to be in Wyoming.