I halted my blue and white 2017 Honda Civic, coming to a rushed stop as the traffic light on Backwoods Blvd turned red. I was doing 53 in a 40, trying to get home. I needed lunch and a quickie. When the light turned green, I slammed on the gas. “Hurry up and get me there,” I said aloud, cutting off a couple of cars to get onto the highway for a quicker route home.

Donnie and I had gotten into a heated argument last night, and we went to bed not talking to each other. He was still sleeping when I woke up for work, so I left without bothering him. I rolled my eyes, picturing him at home with an attitude.

I imagined walking through the door, pushing him onto the nearest seat, and sucking and fucking his anger away.

I glanced at my phone on my lap; it was now 12:45. “Shit.” My lunch break was almost over! I banged on the steering wheel and merged over. “Honk!” A car blasted its horn at me; I didn’t see the vehicle in my blind spot. I flicked them off and kept driving. Four minutes down the road, I realized I was being followed.

Cautiously, I slowed down into a neighborhood and made random turns and dips, ultimately still being followed. So, I pulled into a random driveway. I grabbed the taser from my glove box. I could see the black car pulling up through my rearview mirror. I put the car in park and rolled down the window. Whoever walked up was about to get shocked in the neck. I closed my eyes, bracing for contact, the sound of footsteps getting closer to my car.

I did a quick turn, ready to attack, and froze. GAT DAMN! This man was sexy. He had a beautiful smile with bright white teeth, beautiful brown eyes, and baked chocolate skin. I didn’t know what to do, so I smiled. “You know you almost killed me?” he said, looking at me. “I didn’t see you behind me,” I told him. “Well, when you found out, the best you could do is flick me off, huh?” he asked. I looked at him guiltily.

“I came up here to curse you out but damn, you’re cute,” he said, smiling. “You wild,” I said, looking at him. “You followed me home and everything,” I said, shaking my head. “Yeah, I love my life,” he said. “Well, I’m glad you got reflexes,” I countered, still smiling.

“You don’t live here,” he said, pointing at the house I parked at. “How are you going to tell me?” I said, feeling some type of way. “Because I live here,” he said. I shook my head in disbelief.

“Want to come in and chill? I got Netflix,” he said, smirking. “I got a Netflix and chill session waiting on me at home, but thanks,” I said. “Well, take my number,” he said, giving me his number. “My name is Rashad,” he said. “Mimi,” I waved.

“I got to go,” I said, going in reverse. This detour messed up my time. I checked my phone, and it was 1:00 pm. “Fuck,” I said, hitting the steering wheel in frustration as I peeled off.

I whipped into my driveway, parking the car and leaving it on. I ran up to the door, unlocking it with my key. I turned the knob, but it was locked. We never lock the chain lock, so something was up. I walked around back, looking through the windows, and I didn’t see anybody. Let me stop; Donnie ain’t like this.

I walked to the back door; it was also locked. Now I was pissed. I know Donnie was mad, but locking me out of the house was crazy. I wanted to bang on the door, but it wasn’t that serious. I had a spare key for the bottom lock in the glove compartment. I opened the back door and walked through the house.

I made my way to our bedroom, and it was empty, but the room was warm, so that meant he was in the shower. I slowly pushed the door open, and he was singing in the shower. “Why was the bottom door locked?” I asked, pulling back the curtain.

Donnie, some random bitch, and I made eye contact in the shower.

My thoughts froze in time; three things happened in seconds. I scanned her to see if I knew her or if she looked better than me. Second, I wanted to see Donnie’s face and reaction, and lastly, her response and face as I snatched her ass out of the tub.

“Oh yeah, I see!” I shouted, grabbing her by her hair and neck and slinging her wet naked body out of my tub; her body hit the floor. “Wow, Donnie, I see,” I yelled, turning around and cracking him in the jaw and hopping back on the naked chick, beating her ass. There was fear on her face, which meant she knew he had a girlfriend. He looked scared too, and it pissed me off.

I banged her head on the floor, trying to snap her neck. I didn’t know how long they were fucking. I picked her bloody face off the ground and asked, “How long you been fucking him?” I asked. “Don’t lie,” I yelled, pushing my thumb into her throat. “Two months,” she gasped.

“Cool,” I said. I walked over to Donnie with his face leaking. “One,” I said, punching him in the face. “Two,” I said, hitting him again. “Two fucking months. Cool,” I said. I took a pic of the cheaters before storming out of the house.

I got into my car and went back to work. I spent the rest of the day pissed, mad as fuck, not wanting to go home. My phone pinged towards the end of the day. I knew it was Donnie begging to be with me, saying he was sorry and other bullshit. I ignored the phone. It was 3:45 pm, and it was almost time to go home.

My phone pinged three more times, distracting me from my work. I organized my papers and closed my laptop. I looked at my phone and smiled. I had a picture of some sexy lips. I clicked on the next image, and it was a sexy neck. I laughed and opened the next one. A sexy body, this man was sculpted with a hard-defined body.

I smiled while opening the following text, and it was a short video of him in his briefs about to pull them down. I looked in anticipation, waiting to see. But he quickly pulled the camera up and smiled. “Want to see, come find out,” I replayed his text five times.

I knew where he lived. I sent him a blushing emoji. “Come see me,” he replied. I sent a mouth-zipped emoji. I headed to his address.

I sat in my car across the street and watched his house when I arrived. I wasn’t a ho, so I shouldn’t be doing this. I had on some big-ass granny panties; I wasn’t ready for sex. My phone pinged. “Are you scared?” he asked. “No, I’m on the way,” I told him. “I see you,” he replied.

I put my head down. I looked like a stalker. “Come to the door,” he said.

I put the car in drive and pulled into the space next to his.

I walked up to the door and waited.

“Are you ready?” he asked. I replied back with the water and eggplant emoji.

Fifteen minutes later.

He had my legs pinned behind my head as he dug into my center. I couldn’t move; I was stuck, and he was digging into my earth. “Okay,” he said, tapping me on the ass. He laid down on the valet rug.

I climbed on top of him and rolled my body, pleasing myself. With each roll, my pussy threw up. He slapped my ass as I rode him. I rolled my eyes as I fucked myself into an orgasm. I squatted, held on to his neck, and bounced.

I rode him for a while, and he kept trying to kiss me, but I avoided it. Instead, he sucked my nipple. I moaned into his ear as I felt my second climax reaching. He tapped my ass again after I finished. “Roll over,” he said. I got on my hands and knees and arched my back, but he pushed me down onto my stomach, fucking me up. I didn’t even know his name, but we wore a condom. I had no plans of ever seeing him again, so it didn’t matter. “Fuck,” “yes,” “ooh,” I moaned as he made me wet the bed. His hard body banged on my bouncy ass. I had reached three, and he didn’t get one; I didn’t care because he wasn’t my man.

The ring on his finger was killing it for me. I was the homewrecker this time. Somebody just did this shit to me this morning; the dick was enormous, and I was trying to enjoy it, but I had to go home to bullshit. I took a picture of the bitch, too; I’m not sure why I think I was really hurt.

“You okay?” he asked, out of breath. “Yeah, why?” I asked him. “Your attitude changed from earlier today,” he said. “ “I found a bitch in my house today,” I told him. “Aww damn, that’s fucked up. That’s why you’re here?” He slowed his pace. “Yeah, if you want me to go, I can,” I told him. “Was she cute?” he asked. “I guess she ain’t no more,” I rolled over to show him the picture of her, and he smacked my ass.

“You got some good pussy,” he said. “I had to think about my wife so that I didn’t nut,” he said. “Okay, what’s up with your wife?” I asked him. “What about her? She’s out of town on business right now,” he said. “What’s wrong with her face?” he said, referring to the picture. “Oh, I beat her ass,” I told him, getting mad all over again.

“Here, I know her Facebook,” I told him. “Let me see.” “Deedra Brooks or something like that,” I said, searching her and handing him the phone. “Oh, this is her for real,” he said. “Was she on top or bottom?” he asked. “They were in my shower, and she was on the bottom,” I told him. “She said they had been fucking for two months,” I said, pissed.

“Let me eat your pussy,” he said, changing the subject. That’s all I needed, I thought to myself. I smiled. He made his way between my legs as I lay on my back. His tongue didn’t start off slow; he vibrated all over my pussy. I couldn’t help but hold his head. Now sex was starting to be worth it.

“Fuck both of them,” I moaned. “Yeah, fuck my wife too,” he said. I pushed his head back. “You know this can’t be a thing; you’re married,” I told him. “Yeah, but my wife is a cheater,” he said. “How do you know that?” I asked. “You just told me,” he said, sticking his tongue in my pussy and pulling off the condom.

“I had a feeling, but I trusted her until this morning. You don’t need thongs and strings for a business trip,” he snapped. “You finished it with your story and her Facebook,” he said, eating my pussy harder. I jerked as he feasted on me angrily.

His aggression turned me on even more. I wrapped my legs around his head, grinding my hips against his face. He was relentless, and I loved it. “Fuck, that’s it,” I moaned, feeling another orgasm building up. “You like that?” he mumbled against my clit, sending vibrations through my body. “Yes, don’t stop,” I panted, holding his head tighter.

He didn’t stop. He kept going until I screamed his name, cumming hard against his mouth. My body shook, and I couldn’t catch my breath. He climbed up my body, his cock hard and ready. “You ready for more?” he asked, positioning himself at my entrance.

I nodded, unable to speak. He thrust into me hard and deep, making me gasp. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips moving fast. I clung to him, meeting his thrusts, lost in the pleasure. He fucked me with a vengeance, pounding into me like he wanted to erase all my pain and anger.

I couldn’t get enough. My nails dug into his back as I urged him to go harder, faster. He obliged, slamming into me with a force that had me seeing stars. “I’m gonna cum again,” I cried, my body tightening around him. “Cum for me,” he growled, driving into me harder.

I exploded around him, my screams filling the room. He kept thrusting, prolonging my orgasm, making me feel like I was on fire. Finally, he tensed, spilling into me with a loud groan. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.

We lay there for a while, catching our breath. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice muffled against my skin. “Yeah, it was,” I agreed, feeling more relaxed than I had all day. “You want to stay a bit longer?” he asked, brushing his lips against my neck. “I wish I could, but I have to go,” I said, regretfully.

He nodded, understanding. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?” he asked. I smiled, not making any promises. “Maybe,” I said, getting up and gathering my clothes. “Take care,” he said, watching me dress. “You too,” I replied, giving him a final kiss before leaving.

As I drove home, I felt a mix of emotions. Part of me was satisfied, feeling like I got a bit of revenge. Another part of me felt guilty for cheating, even if it was on someone who had hurt me. I pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the road ahead. For now, I needed to figure out what to do about Donnie. But that was a problem for later.