Loving Infidelity

By Taylor Marie

Life is good for Faithful and Fidelity. He’s a Captain in the Army. She’s a contractor, climbing her way up the corporate ladder. Living abroad, Fidelity finds her niche as a regional manager of an environmental firm. Soon, Fidelity finds herself disappointed in her marriage, quickly discovering that the marital bliss she had hoped for ended with the honeymoon.
Determined to remain the good wife, Fidelity ignores the advances from her co-worker, Intentional. Giving him a chance at heading up his own project, they travel to Brazil. It is there Fidelity succumbs to passion and misplaced affections and crosses the line with Intentional. Fidelity returns stateside, feeling guilty and brokenhearted with a suitcase full of skeletons.
Twenty years later, Faithful and Fidelity and their college-bound daughter, Zahra, are living in Texas where Faithful is stationed. Unable to make rank due to a chockfull of disciplinary actions, Faithful becomes more and more withdrawn and abusive. With her husband’s addictions, her daughter away in college, all work and no play, Fidelity seeks solace in her best friend, Alchemy, who not only happens to be the firm’s corporate lawyer but her confidant...her remedy.
When a stranger shows up, he runs interference and invites rivalry and sexual jealousy into Fidelity’s life. All the while, the stranger is slowly unraveling secrets from her dark past that will test her marriage and her relationships.
Imagine an obsession so beautiful that no matter the cost, you want it; you need it... you desire it even when it’s not yours to desire. What happens when that one desire, subjective to the actions of another, violates a set of rules in marriage? What do you do when you become that desire...you become it - so much so that you find yourself, Loving Infidelity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Taylor Marie
• Release date: Nov 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310303890

Taylor Marie

Author Taylor Marie hails from Central Texas. Taylor Marie decrees that she will give voice and presence in a literary world gone viral...with smash words and created space in hopes of becoming one-in-a-million; a diamond in the rough. Author Taylor Marie has not earned her right to be ranked among the best of the best in fiction, urban fiction, romance or any other genre....just yet! But give her a chance to come into your world with her debut release "Loving Infidelity" and her next novel "The House That Jack Built" (2016), and "If These Walls Could Talk" (A Short Story) COMING SOON! Author Taylor Marie has deferred her passion too long. She hopes to bring freshness to the world of ebooks, digital reading and social media. "Let's hold something in our hands besides the remote; let's hold books again." I am glad to have been chosen to write her first impression...hoping that you; the reader will close her books with a lasting one. v/r Carla Taylor Fears

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Prologue

Three days had passed, and Infidelity was exhausted from a long day at work. She called out to Faithful as she entered the front door, but her call went unanswered. She placed her bag on the countertop, knocking a piece of paper to the floor. Upon picking up the note, her cell phone indicated she had a message. She reached across the kitchen counter and grabbed her cell phone. The constant beeping was an indicator that she had several messages she had ignored. The text read, Why are you ignoring me?

I’m not ignoring you, Occasional. I have been busy.

Really? Come on Infidelity… quit playing around. I really miss you. I waited for you the other night.

I don’t know, she replied, knowing that she had been wanting to see him for a while now but had done well fighting the urge. Usually she would be ecstatic, but there was something different… this time she felt different. She looked at the note in her hand. It was from Faithful, stating not to wait up; he was meeting some of the guys for a drink.

Temptation stepped in and opened the door of opportunity. She wasn’t feeling the twenty-minute drive, and she sure as hell wasn't feeling the thirty-degree winter air on her face. It had been a long day of attending staff meetings and last minute Christmas shopping. Honestly, she just wanted to relax and unwind. Laugh a little, have a drink, and maybe smoke some bud without interruption. But no… he wanted to see her tonight. Not sure why, but she felt it again… deep in her gut, that she should just stay home tonight. Dismissing the butterflies fluttering deep in her bowel, she showered and prepared to leave.

Okay, on my way.

Occasional was almost ten years Infidelity’s senior, but his dark brown skin, chiseled abs, and tall physique mirrored the body of a god. He fucked her better, longer, and stronger than anybody. That would soon prove to be a problem for Occasional who loved Infidelity for her soul. Occasional was a married man, but you wouldn’t know it. More than two decades of being with the same boring woman who, as he told it, couldn’t stimulate a fly, let alone his mind, had taken its toll on him. He had known Infidelity for years, but never in a million of them would he have guessed that he would get to love her…. up close and personal. And it was no secret that she had others that were… up close and personal, including her husband.

She drove the twenty minutes to her destination and arrived at the meeting place. Occasional was waiting for her in room 217. She noticed a black bra and panty set lying on the bed, and the room was filled with the smell of marijuana. Occasional sat in the corner with the lights dimly lit. He smoked his blunt as he gave Infidelity instructions. Take off your clothes and take a shower, he instructed.

Infidelity was taken aback at his suggestion and immediately questioned his intent with attitude. What the fuck is going on? I showered before I came over.

"Listen, it ain’t about anything. I just thought about this all day, and it’s what I want. Quit trying to make it something it’s not. Here’s some oil I want you to try… Do this for me."

Infidelity began to smile and shook off her offense. She showered as commanded and put the oil on her body - or at least the parts she could reach. She came out of the bathroom naked.

Here, put this on. Hope it fits, he said while handing the lingerie to her as he watched her seductively from the corner of the room. Her pussy began to throb with anticipation as sweat began to form as if to try and cover her nervousness.

You look so damn good, girl. How long can you stay tonight? he inquired.

Not long. I’m supposed to be at the office, so I can’t be gone too long without raising suspicion.

He suddenly looked disappointed but quickly decided to make the most of their time. Come here with your sexy ass. Damn, I wish you were mine all to myself.

Infidelity melted in his arms. His kiss was strong and forceful. Their tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouths as she began to feel the heat rise, and her heart beat faster. He slowly cupped his hands around her neck and kissed her long and hard, pressing against her thighs with his hardened manhood. When he released her throat, she began to stagger, as if she was punch drunk, and overwhelmed with what was about to take place. No other man made love to Infidelity like Occasional. He was the dangerous bad-boy type, but she couldn’t get enough of him. His voice was deep in her ear, and he whispered, Lay down, while gently pushing her back onto the bed.

Scoot forward, he said, and she scooted forward until he asked her to stop. He got down on his knees, at the foot of the bed, and put his head between her legs. He began to breathe gently upon her labia with her panties still in place. As he breathed, her back arched, and she gripped the covers with each hand. ‘How can it be possible to feel this good, and he hasn’t even touched me yet?’ Infidelity thought. His hot breath was just above her pussy, and he took his tongue and gently licked the lace of her panties.

Aaagh! she sighed loudly as she gripped the covers tighter. The hit she had taken from the blunt had begun to take its effect, and she was feeling Occasional all over her, yet he never left his post… between her thighs.

He bit through her panties with teasing nibbles and breathed his warm breath in and out; this was driving her crazy. Eat me, please. I can’t stand it anymore! she demanded. Oh my God. What are you doing? Please… please! she pleaded.

His lovemaking was impeccable, and although she knew he had caught feelings for her, she continued to sleep with him because of the addiction - her addiction to him.

OOOoooh, she moaned as he licked her clit through her panties. Her legs were over his shoulders, and she literally tried to suffocate him as she felt an orgasm approaching. She wanted him to take her pussy in his mouth. Occasional, damn, what are you doing? she asked rhetorically, not wanting him to stop. He reached up and pulled her panties down from one leg while leaving them on the other. He buried his face into her soft spot and kissed the lips as one would during a French kiss. He made love to her nest, seeming to never coming up for air. First orgasm…. then second and on to a third as he took three of his fingers and inserted them deep into her love box. He pushed upward until it felt like he was trying to release water from a hard to reach spout.

Oh my God. Occasional, you are going to Make. Me. Cum. Again! she exclaimed slowly, screaming each word as if Occasional needed warning that she was about to explode. He knew exactly what to do and how to make her do it.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. What the hell? she asked, startled and disappointed. Occasional rose as the banging got louder. He reached for his jacket and pulled out a Glock. Infidelity’s eyes widened as she quickly jumped underneath the covers. Occasional went to the door and peered through the peephole.

The fuck is this? Occasional asked, seemingly to himself as well as the person on the other side of the door. He recognized the person at the door and decided he’d better see what was going on. He retrieved his pants and told Infidelity to go into the bathroom.

What the fuck, Occasional? She tried to stir up an argument with him for apparently getting her in the middle of some shit.

Do like I said… Now! he whispered. She went into the bathroom and quickly put her clothes back on. She could hear muffled voices and somewhat relaxed when Occasional seemed to know the person banging on the door.

‘Why the hotel? Why not call his cell, and how in the hell did they know the room number?’ Infidelity thought to herself. Suddenly, the voices stopped, and Infidelity saw the doorknob turn to the bathroom door. Thinking it was Occasional, she flung the door open, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

Whap!

The pain was unbearable as Infidelity went down by the toilet. Trying to shield her head from the blows, she put her hands up in defense. All of a sudden, she got a look at her assailant. What are you doing… but her inquiry was cut short as she was hit again until she blacked out.

20 years earlier

Fidelity

Fidelity was every man’s dream. White, black, American or European, she turned heads with her exotic look and strong African American features. At 5’9, her athletic build, flawless brown skin, and hazel brown eyes were reminiscent of actress and model, Marie McDonald. Her hair was thick and black; she didn’t dye or weave her hair. She rocked the latest cuts, like the short Halle Berry and always looked professional. Other times she would grow it out longer into an asymmetrical bob and kept it gently pulled behind one ear.

Her mother and father had been married for thirty-four years, and it gave Fidelity hope that her marriage would be as successful as her parents’. Growing up a military brat, she firmly believed that if you married a service member, you married all that came with it. Deployments, long bouts away from home, moving from post to post, and the gaining and losing of friends along the way.

She was raised in prominent settings and mingled with the crème de la crème. Debutant balls, princess pageants, and modeling contests just to name a few. But among the fun, there was the seriousness of being an Admiral’s daughter. When the Admiral was around, nothing was a game. He had planned out Fidelity’s entire future - the high school she attended, the college she was to graduate from, and if he approved, the man she was to marry. His control was out of control at times, and if the family did anything to make a mockery of his image, he became abusive but in subtle, almost stealth like, ways.

For instance, Fidelity went out with a young man while in college, and they became quite close. Their relationship grew, and over time she felt it was time that he meet her parents. Needless to say, the meeting between her new lover and her father didn’t end well, and the man whom she thought to be her future husband was suddenly transferred to another college. No goodbye, no explanation. There was only a note that was anonymously slid under her dorm room door, explaining that there had been a family emergency and that he would have to attend college closer to his family.

She cried for what seemed days until she had no choice but to confide in her mother. Mother was a strong black woman, in her own right, but she knew not to go against the wishes of the Admiral - no matter how much she disagreed. She knew the Admiral had arranged for Fidelity’s classmate to mysteriously disappear, but she wouldn’t dare try and prove it. The days following, Fidelity didn’t date anyone and kept her social interactions away from her father. She loved her father, but at times, she resented him.

Every holiday and break from school, he would invite Faithful and his father over to visit. Faithful and Fidelity had been friends since the third grade, off and on, and between duty stations they would meet up and rekindle their childhood friendship. It wasn’t until her graduation party that they really noticed one another. Faithful showed up to Fidelity’s party where her parents spared no expense.

‘An ice sculpture… really?’ Faithful thought to himself as he stood on the wall listening to the DJ scratch and mix songs he didn’t think Fidelity knew. He scanned the party, looking for the little scrawny girl he had grown up with, but instead, he found a tall, fine, sensuous woman with a body like a Nubian queen. A queen she was. Faithful and his father lived very comfortably but this? This lifestyle was fit for a queen.

Two queens, as he noticed Fidelity’s mother going up the stairs. She was a beautiful woman herself… stunning to be exact.

Damn, he sure is lucky, Faithful whispered aloud.

Who’s lucky? he heard a voice say. Faithful cleared his throat, somewhat startled that he wasn’t exactly alone with his own thoughts. He had to use his words to his advantage or else it could turn bad.

You are, Sir. You are, Faithful responded nervously.

You can be lucky too as long as you play the game right, the Admiral shot back, catching Faithful’s gaze stop at his daughter.

Go on, Son. Get in the game. And as quickly as he came, he was gone. Faithful handed his beer off to the waiter passing by and grabbed a handful of mints. He approached Fidelity as she talked to a group of her friends. She noticed him approaching but continued to talk; anxiously waiting to see what he was going to do. She had been eyeing him as well. He wasn’t the snotty nosed little boy that stayed to himself. He was all grown up, in all the right places. He passed by and continued to the balcony. Taking that drive-by as a hint, Fidelity joined him on the balcony. They greeted one another awkwardly at first and stared out into the dark sky.

How have you been, Faithful? It’s been a few years.

Yeah, it’s been a few. You look good. He really wanted to say, "Damn girl, you’re fine as fuck," but he wasn’t raised that way and meant no disrespect.

Thank you, and so do you. I am so glad you made it to my party.

Wouldn’t miss it for the world, he lied. His father insisted he go. He had no social life, so it wouldn’t hurt. His father’s rationing for everything.

So, you want to go for a walk?

Sure, I’d like that, Fidelity agreed. They left and walked along the beach. They reminisced and laughed for what seemed like hours. They had a lot of memories together, good and bad. Finally, Fidelity asked what she always asked when she would see Faithful.

How’s your mother, Faithful? Have you seen her?

No. Faithful answered in haste, not wanting the conversation to go any further. He just stared out once again into the dark sky. Fidelity, sensing he was uncomfortable, suggested that they head back. As they mounted the steps that lead to the back balcony, Faithful reached out and touched her hand.

Hey, would you like to go out sometime? I’ll be in town for a few weeks, visiting my father.

Sure, I’d love to. Fidelity blushed with a smile that could lighten the sky.

Great! I’ll give you a call tomorrow. Awkwardly they stood in silence until Fidelity made the first move and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss quickly changed from cordial to passionate. Gaining their senses, they returned to the party. They dated on and off until Faithful finished his officer’s training, trying their best to maintain their long distance relationship over the years.

Faithful

Faithful, now twenty-six, had served six years in the United States Army. He was 5’10", dark skinned with a small frame. He had grown into a fine young man… literally. His smile would light up a room, and although quiet and reserved, he had a great sense of humor. He could be the life of a party,