It was two weeks later when he received a text message from Monae. Grady was sitting at his desk at the high school when it came through.
"Meet me at the old farmhouse off of Johnson Road."
The farmhouse was a weird location. His mind wondered what she had planned. When Shara and Grady were younger, it was where they would sneak off to for private time together. He and Shara shared a lot of private memories there together, and Grady was sure that Monae knew that.
He stared at the message. Wondering what he should do. Monae had been to the house half a dozen times since the coffee shop incident, but not one hint of attraction or flirtatious behavior came his way. But for him, the impact from the coffee shop was still manifesting itself. It was as if Pandora's Box had been opened and he had no way of closing it.
He was masturbating to images of Monae every chance he got. Not only that, but she had found a way to enter the most private and personal space in his life. She was in his fantasies as he made love to Shara.
He imagined Monae's lips on his dick when Shara took it in her mouth. And no longer did he see his wife when they were having sex. Images of Monae flooded his thoughts. The feel of her body. Her soft legs and firm breasts. That sexy smile she gave when she was teasing. All the attributes he never gave a second thought to for years, had suddenly become an addiction.
Sex between he and Shara was better than it had been in years. And unbeknownst to her, she had Monae to thank. Grady tried to shake off the thoughts, but found that day after day, they consumed him more and more. And the guilt continued to torment him as he found himself pleasing his wife while secretly wanting to be with her best friend.
Grady wasn't sure if he had the strength to resist her much longer. His mind had become obsessed with thoughts of their interactions. Her finger sliding into his mouth. Her fat pussy lips contrasting with her lean, smooth thighs, and her sexy clit, just big enough to protrude from the hood.
The attraction, the guilt, the fear, the excitement, were all blending and making him an emotional wreck. He needed to know what was going on. Grady convinced himself that he was going to meet Monae with the intention of getting answers, even as his dick had grown to half mast at the thought of seeing her.
It was 5:15. Instead of being home with his wife, Grady was watching Monae park her car directly in from of his. She walked to his car wearing a burnt orange spaghetti strap dress that was down to her ankles, with flat sandals. Her outfit was starkly different from the coffee shop. It was an encouraging, yet disappointing sign.
Monae sat in the car. She slid the seat back as far as it would go, kicked off her sandals and placed her feet on the dashboard. As Grady sat watching, she pulled her dress up, opened her legs and slowly started to massage her panty-less clit.
Grady was at his limit!
"What the fuck, Monae! What the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck are you doing this?" he yelled at her.
Monae didn't respond. She slipped the straps to her dress off her shoulders, exposing her round, smooth. breasts. Her hard nipples protruding out; teasing him. As if they were calling for him to take them in his mouth.
As Grady sat exasperated, she continued to fondle her clit with one hand as she pinched her nipples with the other. She continued to ignore his questions and pleas, instead choosing to continue to let the pleasure from rubbing her clit continue to grow. Grady sat in silence; watching, as her moans of pleasure started to fill the car.
Monae felt it coming. She loved bringing herself pleasure, but having a taboo voyeur took it to new heights of ecstasy for her. Her orgasm was coming much sooner than she anticipated.
"Fuck, fuck, Grady, I'm going to cum! I'm going to fucking cum, Grady! Can I cum? Tell me I can cum! Tell me I can cum for you!" Monae started to moan.
Those were the first words she had spoken since she entered the car. Grady's dick was throbbing. He could hear the wetness from her pussy as her fingers slid in and out and massaged her clit. He watched her back arch as she was in the throes of pleasure. His resolve eroded to sand.
"Cum for me. Cum for me, Monae." he found himself saying.