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Coach slowly pushes inside the velvety walls in front of him. Sighing in pleasure, he waits for a beat before moving. He didn’t get to this part last time and now that he knows how tight Mercedes truly is, he’s going to cherish it. Slowly he begins to thrust, letting both of them get used to the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. Mercedes walls begin to loosen making it a bit easier to push and making it a lot more pleasurable for them both.
Well maybe not both because below him Mercedes lays against the sweaty sheets of the bed moaning softly as Farrah sucks on her neck. Coach is thrusting into her gently, but she can’t really feel anything. And she’s not really into this either. He’s stunting her arousal even with Farrah’s lips on her neck. Her mind drifts back to the other day when that mouth was somewhere else. Somewhere much lower. Farrah feels wonderful but damn she wishes Coach shared some of his wife’s talent.
Coach who is grunting above doesn’t see anything but his own approaching orgasm. He gets to fuck two beautiful women in one night, one of them being his wife. He feels like he’s on top of the world.
But Farrah is a woman-loving woman who is paying attention to Mercedes's body, and she knows she isn’t feeling it.
Most of the time Farrah can’t either.
Farrah can see it in her eyes that Mercedes is faking most of her pleasure. That she’s gonna exaggerate her moans, maybe buck her hips a bit until she reaches her ‘climax’, and pant heavily until Coach is satisfied. Yea that’s exactly what Mercedes is going to do because Farrah has used that playbook so many times… hell she’d written that playbook.
But she knows better now. She knows that Mercedes closes her eyes when she’s getting close. Her breathing hitches and her moans are more curse words than anything, and she doesn’t buck her hips but she arches that back like no other. And now that she’s thinking about it she wants to see it again. And again and again and again.
And with those thoughts in mind, Farrah slides her hand down Mercedes's stomach until she reaches her core and rubs circles around her clit not quite touching yet. She can’t help but tease her first.
The response is almost immediate. Mercedes's stomach tenses, her breathing starts to hitch, her back is rising, and her moans are interspersed with cursing as Farrah pushes her toward an orgasm. Mercedes didn’t think she’d cum tonight but she’s not complaining.
Coach can feel the effects too as Mercedes's wetness gets on his thighs. Mercedes's walls get tighter around him encouraging him to buck harder. “Ugh fuck just like that Cedes.”
But Mercedes doesn’t hear him because Farrah is now pressing directly over her clit just how she likes it making her mind go blank. Noises around her drown out as she becomes consumed with pleasure. Farrah begins to rub faster and now she’s barreling towards an orgasm and moaning louder.
Coach finally looks down as Mercedes moans and is shocked to see Farrah’s fingers rubbing over her clit. Confused by the action, he pulls out and just observes the women on the bed while putting on his robe.
Finally as Coach moves out of the way Farrah can slide two fingers easily inside Mercedes's wetness and start thrusting quickly hitting her g-spot. Mercedes moans so loud it’s echoing off the walls. Farrah presses her thumb over her clit as she continues thrusting making Mercedes's legs shake. As the pleasure builds Mercedes grips the sheets tightly, arches her back, and closes her eyes as her orgasm crashes into her.
Needing something else to anchor herself, Mercedes grabs Farrah’s hand as her body shakes with the waves of her orgasm.
Still breathing heavily she opens her eyes to see Farrah staring right back at her. Her eyes are dark with arousal. Mercedes looks down at her kiss-swollen lips as she leans in with Farrah about to meet her halfway.
Farrah can feel her breath on her lips and as they’re about to close the distance a loud, “Farrah? What the fuck,” echoes in the room as Coach stands there dismayed. Mercedes and Farrah both look at him stunned forgetting that he was in the room.
Coach grabs Farrah and asks, “Y’all been cheating on me?” Still recovering from her orgasm Mercedes says, “What?” She sits up trying to take in the shift in his mood. “What are you talking about?” Farrah asks while tying her robe. They both try and play dumb, but Coach knows better. “I know what two women who been together look like! Shit!” He can’t believe his wife is cheating on him. And with a stripper no less.
Mercedes tries to placate him. “Coach calm down,” and she grabs her robe too. But telling people to calm down when they’re upset only enrages them more. And Coach is no exception to the rule. “You done turned my fucking wife out!” He accuses her angrily. “Cedric come back to bed you’re acting crazy.” Farrah didn’t think he’d be so pissed. She and Mercedes were just a one-time thing and now he has both of them ready and willing to fuck. Isn’t this better for them all?
“Naw naw we been married 19 years and all that time you ain’t never thought about no pussy. Now all of the sudden you bumping boxes like a muthafucking pro?” At this point, Coach is consumed by his rage and is going off on them.
But Coach is so damn entitled, and Farrah can’t stand it anymore. “What? You think you’re the only one who gets to have some fucking pussy? Huh?” And Farrah’s upset now too. It’s all about him. It has always been about him. Not this time. “Farrah-" she doesn’t let him talk. He’s been talking for 19 years and now he needs to listen. “That’s right. We’ve been married for 19 fucking years and you don’t even know that I like pussy just as much as you. Hell maybe even more. You don’t know a lot about me Cedric because you’ve been so busy fulfilling your dreams, your desires, your fantasies. Well, what about mine? Fact, what about my dreams?”
For 19 years he’s been shitting on her dreams and passions without even knowing it. Every time he invalidates her work as a photographer. Every time he ignores her new framed photos. He doesn’t even ask about photoshoots anymore and he never saw a problem with that. He’s so consumed with his own future and success that he only sees her as another trophy. He’s a rich black man which is rare enough on its own. But he achieved it and now he has a gorgeous, rich, black wife by his side who he barely talks to. Maybe now that she’s yelling in his face he’ll get it. He’ll understand that his wife is human too.
Then Mercedes opens her big ass mouth and says, “Yea what about her dreams?”
And Mercedes is so kind. Maybe a little rough around the edges but she cares and that’s more than Coach can say. But this wasn’t the right time to speak. And Coach can’t believe the audacity of this woman so he tells Mercedes to, “Get the fuck out!”
Coach can be mad at Mercedes all he wants but the truth is that this isn’t about Mercedes. This is about Farrah. She made the decision to marry him. she stayed even when she felt unwanted. She broke the contract and fucked Mercedes. And she’s his wife. “Don’t be mad at her,” Farrah pleads because he should really be mad at her.
However, Coach is so damn confused and he doesn’t know how they all got here but he knows it’s Mercedes's fault. “Get the fuck out!”
Mercedes doesn’t take well to selfish assholes (men) shouting at her. She sits there defiantly until Coach grabs her arm and yanks her off the bed. “Fucking- ah! Muthafucker if you don’t get off of me, on God!” Mercedes tries to shake off his bruising grip but he won’t budge. He just keeps dragging her towards the exit not even letting her grab her things. Instead, Farrah grabs Mercedes's heels and chases after them. She knows she needs to fix this before this gets worse.
“I brought you into my home, and you fucking betray me? You were supposed to be for me God damnit!” And he marches her towards the door still squeezing her arm.
Mercedes winces in pain as she says, “You hurting me!”
Too consumed by his own rage Coach just shoves her in the direction of the door. “Get the hell out of here you backwoods hoe. Your sponsorship den expired like a muthafucker.”
Mercedes immediately objects to the statement. She done let these rich muthafuckers feel all over her body. They left no skin untouched and that shit ain’t free. “You still owe me the rest of my 40 stacks for the month-!” “Like hell I do!” Coach won’t even entertain the idea of paying her. Not after she fucked his wife.
Trying to de-escalate the situation Farrah reminds him that this was a business deal. “Cedric that’s not fair. You don’t break a deal.”
Fuck that. They broke his deal first. “Well, y’all both done broke my heart.” And Coach walks towards Mercedes's stacks and takes them away from the gold platter they were sitting on, cursing softly under his breath. “Fuck! Shit!”
When Mercedes turns to Farrah she just stands there with her head bowed in shame and embarrassment holding Mercedes's gold platform heels for her to take. She has nothing else to offer not even an apology.
Shit indeed.
Mercedes grabs her heels and marches out the door with nothing but shoes, a robe, and a fucked up lace front slamming it shut behind her.
Behind her are two people in a broken marriage in a cold room. One is ashamed and small while the other stands infuriated with pain behind their eyes.