Sam came out of the house, took his car and drove out into the city leaving the quiet country side.
He made his way to the club and ordered his usual drink. He felt insulted since he couldn't do it with his wife that why he came here to the bar.
When he wanted to have sex with some one, he always ends up here, and fuck someone he's comfortable with, women who squirmed and squealed and liked it.
Someone like Cherry. Who is just a whore, but she liked it any way a man could give her. Sam thought of the times he slept with her and to his enormous relief felt his manhood begin to stir.
He called for cherry, she has flamboyantly beautiful seductious, lusty body. long black hair, and flashing dark eyes.
Cheery was astonished to see him at the club, after all he'd only gotten married and tonight was supposed to be his wedding night. Then a slow, self -satisfied smile curled her lips.
"So, " she said in a purring voice. "your wife couldn't satisfy you?" It doesn't matter, as she knew from experience. Sam likes bring too fast, but she always praised him as if he were the biggest and best man she'd ever had.
Cherry was shrewd enough to know she had a good thing here, and the best way to keep it was to butter up the boss.
Sam grunted as he unbutttoned his pants."She couldn't even get it hard," he murmured, and from that, and his haste, Cherry understood exactly what had happened. She wanted to laugh, but knew what happen if she does.
She stifled her smile and instead stretched out her hands towards him.
"She must be a cold fish, then," She purred.
Sam freed his erection and lowered himself.
"Bend over," he panted, already near climax at the thought. "I want to do it that way".
At the ranch early morning
Chrys paused by the gate to the backyard, his attention caught by the young woman sitting so still, with her hands folded in her lap. The bright morning sun glinted on her hair. He realized that her hair was dark black not the brown it had appeared to be.
She sat staring at nothing, like a statue. He guessed last night wasn't a wonderful night for her. He was certain coz he saw Sam bringing in Cherry from that white house.
He remembered that his mother once used to sit at the backyard, watching him and his brother train with their father. But the who sat there now was cool controlled, with a face as blank as a black hole.
He felt annoyed at her for marrying Sam. He felt disgusted with himself for wanting someone a woman touched by Sam. But the pitiful sight of her made his heart ache, and blood rushed to his loins. He was sure behind all this poker face masks her pain and fear, and he admires her. He wanted her for himself to feel that cool control. He wanted to shartter it with warm passion, he wanted her naked and vibrant and alive with need for him, he wanted her to claw at his back and arch her hips against him. He wanted to snatch her from Sam, because she doesn't belong here with men like Sam and Kofi, even himself. Their like we're stain with the blood of others.
He had stared at her too long, she turned her head sensing his presence, and their eyes met across the backyard. Without haste, every movement graceful, she stood up and made her way inside.
Chrys clutch his fists at the way he was dismissed by her, but it too risky to lose control.
The right time will come