Looking out her bedroom window, Connie
Paige inhaled deeply of her cigarette as she watched her estranged husband pull
into the driveway of their home.
That’s right, little fly. Come farther
into this web,
she thought, taking another drag from the cancer stick in her right hand.
Smoking was yet another bad habit that
Connie formed since…
Since Brice violated their
eighteen-year marriage.
Greedy bastard!
He’d had everything with her. She
spoiled him rotten. She thought she had spoiled him for any other woman, too,
but that proved to be a lie.
Lies.
Brice told Connie so many lies during
his secret affair. Now she returned the favor at each encounter. And to think,
she used to be such a lover of truth before he corrupted her with his betrayal.
Connie was about to lie again
today…with her lips and her hips. Her kisses would all be fake. So would every
thrust. She didn’t want Brice back. All she wanted was…
Revenge.
Revenge for him cheating on her,
getting his mistress pregnant, and then openly living with the tramp, even
though he wasn’t divorced yet.
Connie didn’t care that his mistress
miscarried their illegitimate child just three months into the pregnancy. All
she cared about was her own pain. About the humiliation she felt upon learning
the truth. About the fact that she’d been a dutiful wife through all of Brice’s
ups and downs. Downs which had greatly outnumbered his up times over the years.
I should have cheated when I had the
chance to,
Connie thought, recalling her own opportunity to have a torrid workplace
affair. But no, she wanted to honor their vows more than she wanted to satisfy
her flesh. Today she would satisfy his flesh one more time in hopes of
finally making her revenge complete.
* * *
Connie smiled to herself as Brice sat
mesmerized on the edge of the bed while she performed an exotic dance for him a
few feet away. Jamie Foxx’s Overdose played in the background.
This dance was only a small part of her
plan to entice him away from his mistress, get him emotionally invested in
their marriage again, and then dump him cold for ever thinking he could
devastate her life the way he had.
“Why didn’t you do this kind of stuff
when we were still together?” Brice asked with lust dripping from his eyes like
raindrops. Drool gathered in the right corner of his mouth.
Connie cringed inside at his
insinuation that there had been some deficiency in her that caused him
to stray when the deficiency had been in him. All Brice had to do was
proclaim that he wanted a more adventuresome sex life and it would have been a
done deal. Better yet, he could have taken the initiative and created more
adventure instead of going outside their marriage.
Instead of replying to his question,
Connie continued to move the red beads seductively over her shiny naked body.
Every inch of her had been oiled to perfection to pull this bead trick
off.
Brice moved closer to touch her with
large hands made callus from years of construction work.
Connie made herself not recoil at his
touch. She used to love his hands upon her body once upon a time. Used to get
monsoon soaked at his slightest caress.
That was then. This is now. Now she
just tolerated his touch. Now only the thrill of revenge made her tropical.
Moving the beads between her legs,
Connie slid them smoothly through her valley. “Hide and go seek, papi,” she
said, uttering his favorite endearment as her hips continued to move
hypnotically.
“Yesss…mami.” Brice moaned loudly and
promptly sent a hand on a search-and-rescue mission. His fingers pulled the
string of beads from their hidden place one bead at a time. More moans
accompanied each new release.
Connie relished his eagerness. It made
her feel one step closer to victory. Now it was time to ensure that victory.
Straddling Brice’s lap, Connie quickly
protected them and then slid down his granite length.
Up.
Up.
Up, she went soon thereafter. It was
time to mess with his head, literally and figuratively.
Swirl.
Squeeze.
Hold.
Connie practiced that sequence
repeatedly until Brice’s hazel eyes started to roll to the top of his eyelids
and beyond. Suddenly she thrust downward, using her inner muscles to clench at
him during the descent.
He whimpered from the pleasure. “You
still got it, girl.”
“Too bad this is the last time you’re
going to get it,” Connie replied, clenching at him tighter during her slow
circular ascent.
Brice’s eyes fought to refocus. “Huh?
What?”
“You heard right. This is our last
rendezvous. I’m tired of sharing you. I’ve decided to divorce you and move on
with my life. It’s time for another man to get all this.” She squeezed him even
tighter before slamming downward for a time of rowdy riding.
Hi-yo, Silver. Away!
It was three whole minutes before Brice
could speak a coherent word. “I…I don’t want a divorce. I can’t lose you…this.
I’m ready to come back home, baby,” he panted out, holding her close to him as
their breathing patterns regulated.
Bingo! Connie mused
triumphantly.
Unfortunately for her, the elation she
thought she would feel from this victory was fleeting. She realized now that no
lasting pleasure could come from degrading herself this way. No woman should
have to use her body to secure the favor of a man. Especially a man that proved
to be so unworthy of her time, energy, and most of all, her love.
With those realizations at the
forefront of her mind, Connie disengaged them and stood to her feet. “I don’t
want you back. I want me back.” Then she turned around and took
liberated steps towards the bathroom for the hottest shower she could stand.
As for Brice, Connie could care less
what he did or who he did it with from now on.
The End
2010
by Mi’Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier
Note: (Written in July 2010 for the “Less is More” writing challenge
on the Chamber. Staying under 1,000K was hard for a wordy girl like me, but
doable: http://valentchamber.com/viewstory.php?sid=1180)
