“Oh my God!” Lisa moaned repeatedly as she squirmed around in the Jacuzzi. My wife was in the middle of a toe-curling orgasm, with her legs locked around my neck like a vise, making sure I didn’t go anywhere.
Normally this would have had me beating my chest like King Kong. Except this time, my head was submerged underwater, and I was on the verge of blacking out. If I didn’t do something soon to stop her, she was going to have a whole lot of explaining to do, both to my kids and to the police. With the understanding that I was not going to break her death grip, I desperately made one last attempt to free myself by lifting her completely out of the water and onto the Jacuzzi’s edge. She landed on her ass with a loud thump, her wobbly legs releasing me.
“What the—” I said after taking a moment to fill my lungs with air. But I couldn’t be mad, because one look at her shuddering body told me my wife was completely oblivious to the fact that she’d almost drowned me. She blinked her eyes opened, a satisfied grin on her face as her feet dangled in the water.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” she whispered, staring at me as if I’d just performed a magic trick. Words could never express how much I loved to make her happy. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“I may not ever have it in me again,” I teased half-seriously, giving her a mischievous grin. She didn’t get the joke, so I moved on, pulling her in close. I kissed the wetness from around her neck, and despite the saltiness of her sweat, she tasted sweet to me.
I stared into her eyes and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured, running her hands gently up and down my back. “I can’t believe we’re in the backyard, in the middle of the day, making love. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do something like this?”
I didn’t reply, not verbally anyway. We rarely got moments like these, and I wasn’t about to waste this one talking. I could show her how much I was enjoying this better than I could tell her, so that’s what I did. I pulled her back in the water, spinning her around. Taking a fistful of her hair, I bent her over the Jacuzzi’s edge, sliding my dick into her from the rear.
Lisa and I had a good life together. As a matter of fact, we were looking forward to the kids getting out on spring break so we could all go on a cruise to Jamaica. But that was a family thing, where once again we’d have to find stolen moments for ourselves. Right now it was all about us. With one in college around the corner at St. John’s and the other a senior in high school, romantic moments like this between the two of us were few and far between. In fact, our sex life was starting to become somewhat uninspiring. It had boiled down to me waiting until the kids were in bed before rolling over and begging her, “Can I get some tonight?”
Finally, one night she sucked her teeth and told me how unromantic and predictable my actions were. Of course, that didn’t stop her from giving me some. She knew she had to get it in where it fit in too, but I heard what she was saying loud and clear. Hell, I agreed with what she was saying. It was hard to get quality, unrushed time together for a little lovemaking. Our time alone had to be strategically placed where we wouldn’t get caught or interrupted by the kids. What better time than in the middle of the day when they were at school?
When I entered her, I was gentle at first, but my wife liked it rough when the kids weren’t around, so that’s exactly what I gave her. I plunged into her hard and deep, and just to make it exciting, I pulled on her hair a little. She squealed with delight, encouraging me to pull it even harder. I tried my best to remain in control, but when she started throwing them hips back at me, working her magic like only she could, I just went for broke, thrusting my dick in her like it might come out the other side.
“That’s it, baby. You know how I like it. Yeah, right there. Make her come! Oh, shit!” She encouraged my every thrust with her words.
The more she talked, the faster I stroked. I could tell by the way she tightened around me that she was on the verge of orgasm, which was good, because I was too.
“I love you,” I said into her ear as I held her hips, pumping her against the side of the Jacuzzi. “And I damn sure love this pussy.”
“You love it, huh? Show me how much you love it. Oh, yes, yes, make me come!” Lisa began moaning and shouting louder. “Oh, shit! Yeah, right there, baby. I’m ’bout to explode,” she yelled, her entire body shuddering, letting me know that the time was now.
In one deep stroke, my back stiffened up like a board, and I let loose inside my wife, then collapsed right on top of her.
I’m not sure how long I lay on top of her with my eyes closed, but it felt like eternity—until her body tightened up and I thought I heard applause. You know you’ve done your thing when your wife starts to applaud your performance.
“Kyle… Kyle… Kyle!” she repeated, louder each time.
“Yeah, babe.” I figured I was probably getting heavy and she wanted me to move, but I did not want to break our connection. I just wanted to lie there and enjoy that feeling for the rest of my life.
“Ahhhhhh, we’ve got company!” She tried to lift herself and me up, but I was too heavy.
“Company?” I muttered. I still had my head on her shoulder with my eyes closed. “What are you talking about?”
“She’s talking about us.” The snickering male voice scared the shit out of me.
“What the fuck—” I blinked open my eyes only to come face-to-face with what looked like a small army of armed men. I felt like I was at the end of Scarface, when all those guys came over the wall after Tony Montana. Thank God my daughters weren’t home.
“Anyone else in the house?” a tall white man asked with authority. He was the only one not pointing a gun at us, so I could only assume he was in charge. When Lisa and I didn’t respond, he snapped, “I said, ‘Is anyone else in the house?’”
His voice rattled me, but it scared the shit out of my wife, who was now in tears. I positioned her behind me as I answered him. “No, no, we’re the only ones here. Please, man, if this is about money, you got it. Just don’t hurt us.” I knew I probably sounded like a scared little bitch, but they had twenty guns, and all I had was a limp dick. At that moment, I would have admitted to being a scared little bitch if it could save the life of my wife and me.
“Nobody’s going to hurt or rob you,” the man in charge said, showing us a five-star badge. “My name is Deputy Donald Franklin, and we’re with the U.S. Marshals Service.”
“Marshals Service?” Lisa mustered the courage to speak up. I could feel her moving around behind me, trying to use my body to hide her nakedness.
“What do you want?”
“Sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you. We’re just being cautious. First time we ever barged in on anyone in a Jacuzzi. Looks like fun.” He chortled, then reached down and picked up a towel, tossing it to my wife. “Why don’t you folks get dressed?”
He didn’t have to tell Lisa twice. She wrapped that towel around herself and scrambled out of the Jacuzzi to retrieve her clothes.
“What is this all about, Deputy?” I asked, angrier now that I knew I wasn’t being robbed.
He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out some official-looking papers. “I think this will explain it, Mr. Richmond. You are Kyle Richmond, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m Kyle Richmond.” I stepped out of the Jacuzzi, picked up a towel, and wrapped it around myself as he handed me the papers. “What exactly is this?”
“That, Mr. Richmond, is an arrest warrant, along with a warrant to search these premises.” His men started to disperse toward the house like they’d practiced his line and their response a thousand times.
“Arrest warrant?” Lisa, who was now half-dressed, squealed. “What are you saying? Are you here to arrest my husband?”
She had said what I was thinking, and I could feel butterflies taking flight in my stomach, despite the fact that I hadn’t done anything wrong—other than be a rich black man with a white wife.
“No, Mrs. Richmond, we’re actually looking for your husband’s friend.” Franklin stared at Lisa for a moment, then turned his attention to me. “Fourteen hours ago, Jay Crawford escaped from Danbury Federal Correctional Facility. You do know Jay Crawford, don’t you?” He was asking a question I was sure he already had the answer to.
I looked up at the man, then over at Lisa and back to him, swallowing hard. “Yes, Deputy, I know Jay Crawford very well.”
“Good, so why don’t you tell me where the hell he is?” the deputy asked, staring at me, stone-faced.