Moving Day

By Trevon Carter

It's moving day for Christine and her husband Frank, and it coincides with their anniversary. The movers are set to arrive early in the day and Christine is looking forward to a nice fancy dinner to celebrate. When she brings it up, Frank begins to sweat a bit.

Christine can tell that her husband has obviously forgotten and there are most likely no plans for their anniversary. He hurriedly rushes off to work as he tries to reassure her that there will be plans. To try to entice him, she decides to take a picture of herself in a sexy piece of lingerie and send it to his phone.

Before she has a chance to change, the movers arrive and she has no choice but to meet them with a bathrobe wrapped around her body. When she opens the door, she's greeted by an enormous black man and two other powerful black men. As they unload her items, she received an accidental text message back from her husband, letting her know of his infidelities.

She wonders if she can get back at her husband and relieve a little pressure between her legs with the three big black movers...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Powers
• Release date: Aug 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370210329

Trevon Carter

My name is Trevon Carter and I’m just a simple black man that likes to listen to stories and write. I’ve never been much in the educated side of the house but writing has always been something I’d enjoyed. Growing up in the projects, I’d always been told that I’d end up dead or on the streets killing, but I managed to get out of that world. After getting out of school, moving, and striving for a better life, I’ve found out that being a black man definitely has its advantages, especially in bed.

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Christine pursed her lips as she finished rolling the tip of her lipstick along the edges. She looked at her reflection, making sure that there was no smudging. Her husband and she had just moved into a new house and started to settle in.

The house was still empty, the moving company being slightly delayed in getting their items transported. They notified her husband the other day that they would be arriving today, their anniversary. Christine wasn’t happy about it, but there was no reason to have another delay. She figured once all the furniture came in, they could go out for dinner and she could give him the night of his life.

Horny was an understatement for how she felt. Her husband had been more or less ignoring all her advances even before they had moved in. He had made all kinds of excuses. Before they moved it was because work had exhausted him. After the move, it was the lack of furniture, even though there was a perfectly good granite countertop waiting to be used in nefarious ways.

She gave her reflection a small nod and headed out of the bathroom. Her husband was already fully dressed, finishing up the knot of his tie. Christine leaned in and kissed him on the cheek while she tugged on his tie.

Don’t forget, today’s moving day, he said.

Oh I know Frank. Now YOU don’t forget that today’s our anniversary, she replied.

He paused and looked at his watch. His eyes widened and Christine could tell that he had forgotten. A slight bit of rage began to brew within her as she looked at him. She hoped that he chose the next couple of words that were to come out of his mouth wisely.

I uh… Yeah, that’s right, nope, didn’t forget, Frank answered.

Are you sure? Christine questioned, her eyes narrowing.

Frank tilted his head slightly as he pulled his tie away from Christine’s grip. He straightened his shirt and grabbed his blazer as he cleared his throat. She could see small beads of sweat slowly working their way down his forehead.

Yeah, of course. You know, I had dinner reservations made at that place you like, uh, Jake’s Steakhouse, Frank said.

Christine rolled her eyes as she heard his reply. "Jake’s Steakhouse? That’s not my favorite place, that’s yours."

Let’s be fair and say it’s our favorite place, Frank responded with a smile.

She sighed and looked away. There was a reason why he had said Jake’s Steakhouse. He was a regular there and he could get a last minute reservation without a problem. It was probably the easiest place to go with little notice.

You didn’t make reservations, did you? Christine inquired.

What? No, I did. You know me, Frank answered, his voice shaking slightly.

Really? So if I called, they’d say there was a reservation for you and I, tonight?

Frank slammed his hand on a nearby table angrily. Yes! I can’t believe you would accuse me of lying like that! What kind of man do you think I am? Are you trying to ruin our anniversary?

Christine flinched as she heard his voice rise. She had caught him in a lie but she knew there was no point in pressing the subject. If she continued, he would probably threaten to cancel the nonexistent reservation. It’s what happened the year previous, and their anniversary was a rather horrible day.

No, no, I believe you. I’m sorry, I was just… I guess it’s all this stress from waiting for the moving company, Christine lied.

Frank nodded and cleared his throat