The rest of the week after our beach trip I did not see or even hear from Andre at all, which was mostly a good thing but part of me missed him. It did give me a chance to think of many ways to end my affair and I was going to do so the next time I heard or saw him. The way he treated me our last night in Tybee Island settled that.
My period ended Thursday night and I found myself very horny and masturbated myself both Thursday and Friday with images of what the four of us did in that hotel room going through my mind. I used my electric tooth brush to stimulate my clit; I did not own a vibrator or any other sex toys. I tried to find my G spot to give myself an orgasm like Sarah gave me but I could not do to myself what she did to me.
Sarah went on a weekend trip with her parents to North Carolina to visit her grandmother for her grandmother's birthday and on Saturday night I went to eat with my parents and then came home about eight and changed into my pajamas, had a phone conversation with my husband, and watched some television.
My doorbell rang a little after midnight and I knew it was Andre. He came over that late sometimes and even later to fuck me; sometimes waking me up from my sleep. My first thought was I had wished I had not removed my makeup and not had been wearing my Disney Princess pajama set. They were short pajama bottoms and a tank top for the top. I loved my Disney Princess Pj's but not very sexy. I answered the door with every intention of sitting him down and ending out perverted relationship. I took a deep breath and answered the door.
Andre was dressed in his typical style, white, sleeveless tee shirt, jeans that were pulled down low to show his boxers, and Timberland boots. He was not alone. Behind him stood another black young man who I would have estimated to be about eighteen or nineteen, maybe twenty. He was hard to miss. The other boy was huge.
He was dressed similar but instead of a white tee shirt he wore a red button down short sleeve shirt, where he found one to fit him I had no clue. He must have stood about six feet 4 or 5 inches tall and he was not muscular big like Andre and Carl. The other boy was fat, but no obscene fat. He had a gut on him yes, fat arms, and a fat round face, but he reminded me of one of those offensive linemen from a NFL football team; you could tell under his fat was solid muscle and he would be very strong. He must have weighed two hundred and ninety pounds at least but I would have guessed over three hundred. He also was not very attractive at all, honestly if I was a mean person I would have said he was ugly; and had very black skin tone.
"This is T." Andre told me.
"Hello." I said as I let them in.
"T" did not say a word but just nodded his head as they entered my house. I had to back up and move out of the way to let T in. Andre led T straight to my living room like he owned the house and I followed. I could not break up with Andre with someone else there. I did not want to embarrass the boy at all.
T sat on the leather recliner and I heard the chair "moan" from the boy's weight. Andre sat on the sofa and I sat on the other side of the same sofa so I would not encourage him in anyway. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow and I moved over to sit next to him and he put his arm around me and instinctually I put my head on his shoulder.
"What...why...what made you decide to stop by?" I asked. I knew the answer, but no one was saying anything. I am sure he wanted a quick fuck while T watched television and then he would leave. I was not going to give to him.
"We were just out and I decided to come see you." He answered. Yeah he wanted to fuck me and leave. "Why? Not glad to see me?" He asked and chuckled.
T still had not said a word but kept looking at me and I adjusted the hem of my pajama bottoms that had ridden up to show more of my butt when I moved next to Andre.
"Would y'all like a drink or something?" I asked ignoring his question.
"Yeah a beer would be good" T finally talked. He had a very deep voice and the accent was thick with that of southern black people from the "hood."
"Sure." I said and got up and yelped when Andre smacked my ass as I walked into the kitchen.
I started keeping the brand of beer Andre and Carl liked in my refrigerator and pulled out two bottles and placed them on the counter. As I was looking for my bottle opener, they were twist off caps but I preferred to use an opener cause sometime I had trouble with the caps, I flinched from being startled when I felt large arms wrap around my waist. By the look of the arms I knew it was Andre. He pressed his body to mine to push me against the counter and started kissing the back of my neck.
"Ummmm...stop. Andre stop." I told him and to my surprise he stopped kissing me but kept me pinned with his body.
"What? T won't mind while I get my dick sucked and some pussy. He can watch some TV. For some crazy reason he likes baseball." There was Braves game on that late because they were playing on the West Coast.
I managed to wiggle and squirm until I was facing hum, but still pinned. "No. We...well...we need to talk about things." I said. I was getting aroused but I was determined to end things right then.
"Like what?" Andre said and lifted me up easily and sat my on the counter and moved into my spread legs.
I made a little squeal as he sat me on the counter and a giggle escaped my mouth. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away.
"I...I did not like what you did to me on the beach." I blurted out quickly. "I...I told you no and I meant it." I added with more confidence in my voice."
Andre shrugged his shoulders, "You say no a lot but don't mean it. You liked it and wanted it so don't start getting all high and mighty about it." His voice did not sound mad but more amused.
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I...I think we need to stop. I don't want to do this anymore. We need to end it. I still love my husband. It was fun but I can't do this to him anymore."
