Secrets

By Christopher Maddox

This is a story about interracial love, sex, commitment, and sacrifice. It’s a story about two people who were desperately in love. The only problem was that it was a secret love. They weren’t keeping it a secret because of their ethnic differences. No, they kept it a secret because one of them was married, happily married. How is that possible? It’s complicated.
Dr. Martin Jones thought that his life was about as perfect as it possibly could be. He had a great medical practice, a nice home in the suburbs overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and all of the worldly possessions that he wanted. His wife was beautiful, intelligent, and attentive to his needs, very attentive. Jennifer was sexy and seductive, borderline voracious. He never wanted for anything, especially not sex.
When she went out on most Thursday nights with her longtime girlfriends from her college days, she would always prepare his dinner for him before she left. Was he spoiled? Well, probably not so bad for an only child, but she made sure that he didn’t suffer just because she was going out with the girls.
There was only one thing in their relationship that bothered him. He felt that Jennifer was staying out too late with her girlfriends. It wasn’t that he was jealous, at least, not at first, but he was worried that she might have car trouble or get into an accident. On most of the evenings, that she was out late, it was difficult or impossible for him to sleep until she returned home.
The main reason that he never suspected that she might be having an affair was because when she did get home, she was usually, if not always, horny and wanted to make love.
However, after several years of this and the fact that she was staying out later and later, he became suspicious, and he began to think that she was doing the unthinkable, having an affair.
Unable to take anymore of her being out so late, he finally confronted her and demanded to know whom she was sleeping with. After all, she was a nurse and worked at the hospital, and everyone knew that that environment was ripe for breeding affairs.
He all but demanded that she stop staying out so late, and it caused their first real argument in nearly six years. Eventually, she decided that she would rather give up her evenings out with her girlfriends, rather than take a chance on losing him, or would she. Just maybe, with the right enticements, she could figure out a way to have it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Maddox
• Release date: Sep 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311613424

Christopher Maddox

I have always been addicted to love and romance. I like strong, independent women, so I tend to write about strong female characters that either start out strong or develop whatever inner strength is needed to see them through. My heroes and heroines are sometimes flawed because mistakes and imperfections always build character and strength in strong people. Some of my stories are taken from life’s experiences while others are drawn from experiences I wish I’d had. In my world, there are no boundaries to the limitless pleasures that can be found in the female form or from the joy that can be shared between lovers. However, my books are not about page after page of mindless, non-stop sex, but when it is appropriate, I try to make it real. Where love and romance have a chance to blossom, intimacy is usually part of the equation because it is the fuel that ignites the desire that leads to love. I like to think of myself as an adult romance writer with a moral compass. I live in Florida with my wife and three, poorly trained, dogs. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I love happy endings. I love hearing from my readers and appreciate their comments and suggestions. Click on the link below if you would like to send me a message. Thank you. [e-mail]

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Secrets

Christopher Maddox

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Copyright 2015 Christopher Maddox

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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including graphic sexual acts. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Acknowledgments

Editing and Proofreading by Gloria Thompson

I would like to thank Gloria for her tireless support in an effort to make my work as readable and mistake free as possible.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Free Excerpt

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Chapter 1

I must have been sleeping restlessly because I woke up not long after I had gone to bed. I sighed out of frustration as I glanced over at the clock with blurry eyes. It was eleven thirty-five, and Jennifer still wasn’t home. I began to worry because I could imagine all kinds of scenarios in which she was in some kind of trouble like an automobile accident or something else equally as bad. I had to force myself not to call her because I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her girlfriends. The least she could do, I thought, was call me and let me know that she was going to be home later than she had originally planned.

Earlier that evening, I had been sitting on the sofa watching the evening news when she leaned down to kiss me goodbye on her way out the door. "Okay, Marty, you are so spoiled. You are much more spoiled than the average only child is. Your steak is marinating. The potato is in the oven, and it will be done in about forty-five minutes unless you want it extra crispy. I need to hurry and pick up Juanita, or the rest of the girls will have to wait for us."

I smiled as I reached up to meet her lips. With a quick kiss, she turned and walked toward the door. Hey, baby, I forgot to ask you where you are going tonight.

Without turning her head back toward me, she hollered, Juanita and I are meeting Sandra and Patricia at a new French bistro across town. Sandra was telling us at work today that she read their menu online, and she said that they have great looking mussels and fried calamari. When she mentioned calamari, she had my vote to go there, she laughed as she glanced back over her shoulder. We won’t be late, honey. We should be home around nine o’clock because we’re all on call for surgery early tomorrow morning.

I listened for a moment as her car pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street. I turned my attention back to the news, but I just wasn’t able to concentrate on it. My mind kept wandering back to Jennifer and her girlfriends. They had all gone through nursing school together, and they were the absolute best of friends. Jennifer and Juanita Parker had even been roommates during that time and had formed a special bond. Emotionally and personality wise, they were like two peas in a pod. When it came to looks, however, they couldn’t have been more different. For one thing, Jennifer was white, and Juanita was African American.

I have to pause here for a moment and laugh at myself as I recall the first time that I met Juanita. I was still in my residency when I began dating Jennifer, and over the course of a few days, I learned that she had a black roommate. Jennifer wanted me to meet her, so we arranged to have dinner together at a popular hamburger joint. It took all of about five minutes for me to fall under her witty charm, and since then, we have all been the best of friends.

Jennifer stood five-feet, ten-inches tall with long, straight, blond hair and had the brightest, most captivating blue eyes I had ever seen. She was thin, almost skinny with small, perky breasts, and a narrow waist. Her small round bottom stuck out just enough that it drove most guys nuts, just as it had done for me. Even with her height, she still only weighed one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She was stunning, and I thought that she looked more like a runway model than a registered nursing student.

Juanita, on the other hand, was almost the complete opposite. Don’t take that the wrong way because she was gorgeous. She would have been Michelangelo’s dream of the perfect woman. She was five-feet, six-inches tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds. She had a traditional hourglass figure with large, beautiful breasts that jiggled enticingly with the slightest provocation. Jennifer had told me earlier that Juanita had large breasts. I think that she wanted to prepare me so I wouldn’t go gaga over them, and I didn’t. At least, not so anyone could tell. I later found out that her bra size was thirty-four C. It would take about six of Jennifer’s breasts to equal Juanita’s, but I thought that her breasts were perfect. They were sexy as hell, and I loved the way they stood up erect and perky just as if she were a nubile teenager.

Juanita’s hips were simply luscious, and I thought that her sexy bottom was her most striking feature. But, as you may have guessed by now, I do love bottoms, girl’s bottoms.

Simply put, Juanita exuded sex appeal. Whenever she came over to our house for an afternoon of lying around the pool and soaking up some sun, I had to be careful not to stare at her too long. Her skin was a light-chocolate color, and she had the sexiest little freckles running across the bridge of her nose. Her skin was flawless. I had seen every square inch of her body except for the three small triangles that her bikini covered. Being a typical man, they were the three places that I had always wanted to see the most.

She had auburn hair and green eyes with small, light-brown specks in them. I tried not to stare at her for more than just a few moments at a time because I didn’t want to appear too obvious or embarrass anyone, especially myself. The weird thing was that she seemed to be completely oblivious of the effect that she had on men. Perhaps it was just me, but when she walked into a room, I could almost feel sensuality exuding from every pore her body.

I looked at the clock again, and it had been only ten minutes since the last time that I had checked it. I didn’t begrudge Jennifer going out with her girlfriends occasionally because hell, I played ball with my friends sometimes, and she deserved some time of her own. The problem was that it seemed as though she was going out more frequently in the last few months, and she was staying out later than she had before.

I was about to reach for the phone to call her out of sheer anxiety and worry when I heard her car pull into the driveway. I breathed a deep sigh of relief when I heard her unlock the front door and enter the house. She crept upstairs, quietly undressed, and slid gently under the covers so as not to disturb me.

I rolled over toward her and kissed her cheek. How was your dinner, baby?

She turned toward me and gently kissed my lips as she put her arm over my hip and pulled me close. It was wonderful. I had a salad and fried calamari with a delicious marinara sauce on it. Honey, I’m sorry that we were out so late. We started talking and laughing so much about things that happened when we were in school that the time simply got away from us. We were laughing so hard; I was afraid that we were going to get kicked out of the place.

I pulled her up tight against my body and nuzzled my face into her neck. She smelled delicious, just like she had when she left earlier that evening with, perhaps, the addition of a little Juanita from a couple hugs during the course of the evening.

She reached down and grabbed my cock. Why are you are still awake, baby?

I tried to flex my flaccid appendage down there, but it would not cooperate. Oh, hell, I don’t know. I woke up a little while ago, and when I realized you weren’t home, I began to worry a little and couldn’t go back to sleep.

She rolled over on top of me. Oh honey, I’m sorry. Darn it, I should have called, but I thought that you were probably asleep, and I didn’t want to disturb you. She nestled her mound up against my still flaccid partner and gently rubbed her soft lips over him. Since you’re awake, do you want to play?

I laughed. I thought that you had to be at the hospital early in the morning.

She lifted up off me as she rubbed her pussy into my now, semi-rigid phallus. Baby, you know that I always have time to make love to you. We’ve been married six years, and I’m not about to let you have one of those seven-year itches, or whatever they call it, she giggled as she slid down and took me in her mouth.

That was all I needed to help me make up my mind as to what we were going to do for the next half-hour or so. Oh, my God, baby. Your mouth feels so damned good. I’m glad that I stayed up for you, I said with a chuckle.

She slid her mouth up and down the length of my shaft and ran her tongue back and forth over the soft, sensitive underside of the head of my cock. She was sucking and slurping eagerly as I rapidly approached my orgasm. You had better get on top, baby, I warned.

She kissed the end on my swollen phallus and squatted above me. Grabbing my shaft, she placed the head of it against her opening and slowly slid it inside her warm body. Oh God, Martin, your cock feels so damned good.

I chuckled. You only call me Martin when you’re serious, I said as I pushed up into her.

She nodded. Uh-huh, baby, and I am very serious right now, she said as she began to slide up and down with more force and determination.

I knew from more than six years of experience with her that when she began forcefully thrusting into me, it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed. Oh, baby, your pussy feels so damned good.

She bent down and covered my mouth with hers as she moaned deeply. She bit my lower lip as she began thrusting even harder. Holding my lip between her teeth, it wasn’t long before she groaned and stiffened as her orgasm shook her tall, slender frame. Her small, firm breasts were planted tightly against my chest as she convulsed into me. She quivered and whimpered several times as the raw pleasure from her release flooded her body.

She held still as I ground the base of my cock into her wet flesh, and within a few seconds, I erupted into her. She moaned with each of my thrusts as I pumped semen into her body. Oh, Jennie, baby, that felt so good, I moaned.

She shuddered and collapsed down against me allowing the full weight of her body to lie on mine. At six two and pushing two hundred and twenty-five pounds, I could barely feel her except for the love she was displaying by kissing my neck as she nudged her wet pussy lips against the base of my still rigid cock.

We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, but after we had sex, it didn’t take either of us long to go to sleep.

******

The following morning, she had to get up early so she could be at the hospital by six thirty. As a surgical nurse, she usually went to work early in the morning and got off work around two thirty in the afternoon, which worked out perfect for us. She could do whatever shopping that she needed to do for dinner while she was on her way home. She was one of those people that went to the grocery store every day. She usually didn’t know what she wanted to have for dinner until that very day or until she got to the store and looked around. The only exception was when we were going to go out for dinner.

On the other hand, I was a pediatrician and usually worked until five thirty or six o’clock in the evening, but I didn’t have to get to the office until nine in the morning unless there was an emergency. About half of the time when I got home, I would find Jennifer and Juanita in the backyard lying around the pool. This was especially true when the weather was nice, and in southern California, it was nice almost all of the time. We lived in Irvine in a ranch-style, three-bedroom house that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. Don’t get me wrong, we didn’t live on or next to the ocean. We were actually about five miles from it, but the views of it from where we lived, up in the hills, were spectacular. The back of the house was constructed mostly out of glass to take advantage of the panoramic views of the Pacific.

It was Friday, around six o’clock. I had just gotten home from work and was beginning to feel the effects of staying up late, the night before, waiting for Jennifer. Then, if that wasn’t enough, I had been forced to have sex with her when she got home. That was a joke, by the way. At least, the forced part of it was.

I walked into the kitchen, and from where I stood, I could see Jennifer and Juanita in the pool next to one another. They were looking out toward the ocean. The sun was no more than about fifteen minutes from setting in what promised to be a spectacular sunset. I could see that their wineglasses were just about empty, so I grabbed a glass, opened another bottle, and joined them. It looks like you two could use a little more wine, I said as I walked up behind them.

Jennifer looked up toward me. "Hi honey. You are a lifesaver. I thought that one of us was going to be forced to get out of the water to get some more wine, but you came to our rescue," she said with a giggle.

Juanita looked up at me. Hi, Marty, I wish I could find someone like you that would save me, she teased as she held her glass up so I could fill it. After topping off everyone’s wine, I sat down next to them and looked out over the ocean. The sun was slowly edging its way ever closer to the horizon. That particular evening, there was an abundance of high cirrus clouds that were reflecting brilliant yellowish-orange and deep crimson colors all across the sky.

I took a sip of wine and let out a long sigh of pure relaxation. How is the water?

Juanita looked over toward me and smiled. The water is great. Why don’t you put your bathing suit on and join us?

I grinned. Oh, I don’t know. It’s getting late, and besides, I don’t know if I could take being in the pool with two such good-looking girls without getting in trouble, I chuckled.

Juanita shook her head. It’s not getting late. The evening has just started, Marty. Go put on your suit, and get in the water with us.

Both of the girls were wearing skimpy thong bikinis, and God knows that I wanted to. Jennifer looked directly at me. Aw, come on, honey. You can squeeze in between us if you would like to.

I shook my head and smiled. Well, I don’t want to hurt either one of your feelings, so in that case, I guess I’ll join you. With one last glance in their direction, I ran hastily to get my bathing suit on. When I returned, they were still standing shoulder to shoulder in the pool looking at the reddish-orange reflection that the sun was making on the surface of the water as it sank slowly into the western horizon.

Jennifer waved for me. Come on, honey. We’ll make room for you.

I got in the water and walked over to where they were standing with their arms folded up on the edge of the deck. Well girls, here I am.

Jennifer smiled and looked back over her shoulder toward me. You didn’t expect us to make it easy for you, did you? she teased as both she and Juanita giggled. With that, I pushed them apart, as much as they would let me, and wiggled my way in between them.

Juanita bumped her hip into mine. Now wasn’t that worth the effort? she asked with a soft smile, her voice gentle.

I nodded. Definitely, I teased. I have been dreaming about this for over six years now.

We stood there for a couple minutes in silence while the sun finished dropping below the curvature of the earth. After it had gone below the horizon, Jennifer turned toward me and kissed my cheek. She then turned me around toward Juanita, and they both wrapped their arms around me pressing me tightly between them. Juanita’s breasts were flattened against my chest as Jennifer hugged me from behind. It all happened so quickly that it took me by surprise.

What do you think about the hug? asked Jennifer, whispering in my ear.

It’s just what the doctor ordered, I answered with breathy, somewhat labored words.

Juanita nudged her pelvis into mine as she kissed both of my cheeks. I felt my cock begin to swell and press into her cleft. Jennifer squeezed me tightly from behind, turned her head sideways, and laid her cheek against my back.

Juanita smiled and held her index finger up to her lips. She nudged her pussy into my erection and quietly kissed me with slightly parted lips. I didn’t know what to think. I was shocked and scared, but I was so turned on that I couldn’t move or didn’t want to. Before I could gather my senses, she pushed her mound up against my shaft again. My cock was throbbing, but I was scared to death that Jennifer would see what she was doing. Juanita held her pussy against my cock for a moment longer, and then, she pushed back gently, turned around, and walked toward the steps at the shallow end of the pool.

Jennifer let go of me right after Juanita left and headed toward the shallow end of the pool, as well. I thought that I was in serious trouble for a moment until Jennifer turned back toward me. Juanita and I are going inside to make some sandwiches for dinner, but before I go, I’ll come over and fill your wine glass for you. When she had filled my glass, she bent down and kissed me as she sat the glass back down on the deck. I love you, Martin, she whispered.

I kissed her back and told her that I loved her, as well. I watched as she walked back toward the house and joined Juanita inside. I shook my head slowly as I tried to grasp what had just happened. My God, that was close, I thought. I didn’t know how Jennifer could have helped not seeing or feeling what had gone on between Juanita and me, but thank God, she hadn’t. I was still breathing hard as I tried to understand why Juanita had come on to me like that.

I took nervous sips of wine trying to think. None of this made any sense because Juanita and Jennifer were such close friends, and she wasn’t going to kiss me or rub her pussy against my cock without Jennifer knowing about it. But why, I wondered. Our relationship was perfect, as far as I knew, except for the fact that Jennifer wanted babies and had been trying to get pregnant for the last two years. Unfortunately, however, we had just found out that it would be very difficult for her to conceive. It had to do with a genetic misprint on her father’s side of the family.

Jennifer had gone through a few weeks of depression after she finally found out that she was not going to be a mother, but she eventually got over it. Then it hit me. This had to be some kind of test that they had concocted to see if I was still committed to our marriage in light of the fact that we weren’t going to have any children. With that thought in mind, I was thankful that I had been too shocked and scared to return her kiss or push my cock back against her before she moved away. That has to be what was going on. It was a test to see if I was going to remain faithful. I did get an erection, but who wouldn’t for Christ’s sake? They couldn’t hold that against me, even though Juanita tried to; I chuckled to myself.

I felt a little uneasy for the rest of the evening, but nothing more happened out of the ordinary. After dinner and a couple more glasses of wine, it was getting late, and everyone was getting sleepy. Juanita began yawning and said that it was time for her to go home.

Jennifer stood up and pulled Juanita up off the sofa. Why don’t you walk her out to her car, honey, while I take a quick bath and get ready for bed, okay? she asked with the sweetest of smiles.

I grinned. "Sure, honey. I would be happy to. She gave Juanita a goodbye hug and headed off toward the master bathroom. I opened the door for her and followed her out to her car. She sauntered slowly along the front walkway to where she had parked her car. Along the way, she took several deep breaths of the cool night air as she swayed her hips sensuously back and forth in front of me. Before today, she had never acted this brazenly sexy in front of me.

She tossed her bags in the front seat and turned toward me. She placed her hands on my shoulders as if to give me her usual, warm hug goodnight, but instead, she gave me a warm, sensuous kiss. Unfortunately, after a couple more glasses of wine, I responded and kissed her in return. Her lips were soft, moist, and oh, so generous. She had the most sensuous lips that I had ever kissed, and I melted into her incredible femininity. I parted my lips, and eagerly returned her passion.

Her mouth was sweet and fresh, and she tasted so damned good. On some level, I knew I was in deep shit. At that moment, however, all I could think about was the warmth of her sweet breath, the taste of her mouth and the way my erection was rubbing up against her mound. We continued to kiss for what seemed like a couple minutes. I finally took a deep breath and pushed her back although I didn’t want to.

I looked deeply into her eyes. "Well, I guess that I’m in a world of hurt now because if this was a test, I failed it miserably. I’m sorry, Juanita. Sorry