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CHAPTER ONE: The First Sin
FRIDAY. 11:30 PM.
"Still can't believe you get to sleep with that beauty every night," Nico mumbles as the two old friends stand at the kitchen counter after taking their seventh shot of the night. A week before his mother's funeral, Omar had invited his former best friend to come down early and stay at his house instead of a hotel to give them a chance to catch up. However, Iris' flexible figure was far more intriguing to Nico than this pathetic attempt at reuniting their lost friendship.
Omar follows the man's eyes to his wife as she does her nightly stretches in the living room, her legs currently in a full right split. Her round ass was covered by practically nothing in her cheeky shorts, the juicy globe cuffing over her bare thigh as she presses her chest against her leg. A double take was damn near instinctual with a view like that. However, Nico's staring had long surpassed the unintentional second glance and veered into dangerous territory.
"Stop eye-fucking my wife."
"Can you blame me?" Omar can feel a possessive anger beginning to boil in his stomach at Nico's lackadaisical response, "look at her."
"I do look at her," his estranged friend snaps curtly, taking another shot to calm his nerves, "every fucking day."
"Then let my eyes give yours a break," Nico jokes, not the least bit interested in appeasing Omar's rising upset, "hell, I'll give your hands a break too while I'm at it."
Omar's eyebrows furrow in deep annoyance as Nico chuckles to himself.
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
The man rolls his eyes as Omar finds it impossible to ingest even the slightest drop of his own medicine.
"Relax," he smirks, pouring himself another shot to maintain Omar's pace, "Sharing is caring. You taught me that one, remember?"
As Nico easily downs the liquor, Omar is fuming. Intoxication and a threat to a man's ego were a terrible mix and so, he decides to do something stupid.
"Iris," Omar calls out, and her head swivels to look at him, "come here baby."
"God." Nico sighs, putting the shot glass down as Iris stands up and bounds into the kitchen, "what are you doing?"
"Sharing the view," Omar replies with a conniving smirk as she approaches them, "And there she is."
Iris furrows her brows in slight confusion as Omar wraps his hands protectively around her waist.
"Here I am," she murmurs softly in her Southern drawl, glancing at Nico, "and here you two are drunk as skunks. What you call me for?"
Omar bites his bottom lip as his eyes fall to hers.
"A kiss."
She leans upwards to give him a gentle peck but his insistent lips quickly turn it into more. She hums against his lips in surprise as his tongue explores her mouth, sharing the taste of liquor with hers. She can feel heat rise to her face at his behavior, embarrassed that he'd initiate such a kiss in front of his guest.
He pulls away and his lips fall to her neck, kissing and sucking her tender skin with plans of leaving his mark.
"Omar," she warns through giggles at the ticklish sensation of his lips on the sensitive area, "we have company."
"I know."
And still, he continued to touch his wife as if they were alone, his hands roaming her body, staking claim in front of Nico's covetous eyes as he grips her ass greedily through her pink daisy dukes. Nico looks on as Omar's hand dips lower, his fingertips sinking in between Iris' pussy lips through the fabric of her shorts as she arches to give him better access. That should be him, he thought. This should be his life.
And as he pulls her shorts and panties away from her mound, their captive audience continues to watch, jealous of the way Omar's fingers roam his wife's glistening chocolate slit. He'd wondered what her pussy looked like underneath those shorts and now, seeing it be spread apart and played with by Omar's fingers, it was even more enticing than his imagination allowed. It was mouthwateringly thick (but that much was evident even through her shorts), glimpses of pink in between brown as her husband slides his fingers into her hole.
Too soon, Nico couldn't help but critique. She needed more teasing. More prep. She wasn't wet enough yet.
As Iris forces a small moan to appease her husband, she notices Nico's presence again, his crotch straining with the strength of his rising hard on. He smirks knowingly, amused by her half hearted acting skills, and she finds herself blushing under his attention. His dark stare was more than enough to help lubricate her husband's digits as he finger fucks her. Yet just as she starts to turn to putty under his steady gaze and Omar's steady fingers, he slides them out of her, effectively dampening her pleasure. Oblivious to her disappointment, he grabs her face with both hands, kissing her sloppily with lust before pulling away.
"Get on your knees," he commands against her lips.
"Right now?" She hesitates, glancing in Nico's direction curiously. The handsome stranger crosses his arms leaning back Escort (https://www.aksiseda.com/) against the counter and awaiting her next move. He was curious if she was bold enough.
"Did I stutter?"
He didn't. And so, Iris kneels. She couldn't quite tell if she was more motivated by her need to please Omar or the gentle challenge in Nico's eyes as he played voyeur but she gets on her knees all the same.
And Nico watches in intrigue as she drops, pulling Omar's briefs down and releasing his cock in front of her sweet face. As soon as it's free, she wraps her pretty lips around him, suckling the tip with a gentle kiss, teasing her husband into a groaning, shut eyed mess as she locks eyes with the sexy stranger across the room. Her eyes fall to his well-endowed crotch and find his dick straining against the loose fabric of his sweats as he imagines her lips around his dick instead.
She watches as he begins to palm himself, the shadows on his sweats exposing the length of his impressive member. It was evidently massive but she couldn't deny that she was curious what he looked like unclothed and unrestrained.
Living vicariously through Omar and fulfilling her mental wishes, Nico takes his own dick out and begins to match her pace as she takes her husband into the wet warmth of her mouth, her head bobbing with her hard work.
"Mm," Omar groans, "good girl."
His hands run through her kinky coils and she pulls away for a moment, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.
He instinctively tries to push forward, desperate to feel her mouth again but she turns her face and his dick pokes her supple cheek instead, resting against her deep dimple. She giggles at his expense and his eyebrows raise at her defiance.
"I tell you you're doing good and you immediately start acting like a brat?"
"Brat?" she pouts, holding his gaze as she begins to slowly rub his tip across her two-toned lips, "How dare you."
They're soon slick with his precum, glistening as if she'd applied gloss, her manicured hand gently fondling his balls as she locks eyes with Nico again.
Omar releases a deep guttural groan as her tongue falls to replace her fingers and their guest gropes his own, visualizing her mouth around him as she softly sucks her husband's sack.
"Quit toying with me," Omar begs breathily at her tantalizing actions against him, "put it in your fucking mouth."
"You're no fun," she rolls her eyes before deciding to oblige, finally taking him back into her mouth, his moans of thorough satisfaction filling the room. His hands grip her hair as he begins to thrust, face fucking the brown skinned beauty.
"Yeah," he breathes as she easily reaches his base, "that's my girl. Take all that shit."
She hums around his cock in response as her drunken husband uses her mouth.
Nico's hand is now quickly stroking his dick, his eyes glued to Iris' lips as Omar pounds her face.
At this point, if Omar had a point to prove he'd forgotten it. He'd abandoned all thoughts of anger in favor of the erotic sensation of his tip repeatedly brushing against her tongue.
It felt too fucking good to focus on anything else. He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn't even notice the defined muscles in Nico's arm contracting and releasing as he jerks himself off to the sight of them, wishing it were him in Iris' mouth instead. And she continues to put on her best show for Nico, her tongue swirling around the tip of Omar's member when he pops out of her mouth accidentally.
Omar quickly finds himself on the edge from her tongue's caress, a familiar knot building within his stomach.
"Damn," he groans as she gently pleasures him, "I'm bout to cum already."
And that he does, his release slow as thick cum flows from his tip, onto her tongue and all over her petal soft lips. Omar and Nico both gaze down at her as she licks her lips clean and then gives the same attention to his now tender dick, sending a shudder of ecstasy through his body.
She was a pure vixen, Nico couldn't help but think, too much woman for Omar's dick or ego to handle. If it were him he'd have her spread open on that fucking floor, leaking for him.
As she stands, both men readjust themselves, Nico unsuccessfully attempting to hide his persistent arousal. Frustrated and unfulfilled, he's suddenly eager to find his exit so he can relieve himself.
"Um," the man clears his throat, "I'm a bit tired. I think I'm done for the night."
"Yeah," Omar spits viciously, "Maybe you are."
Iris' can't help but be confused at her husband's sudden animosity but Nico doesn't even react as he turns to leave.
"Goodnight Nico," she offers kindly, in spite of Omar's attitude, "let us know if you need anything."
He stops in his track, turning to meet her eyes as his tone softens.
"Goodnight, Iris."
And then he's gone and they're alone.
She can't help but feel a pang of shame ring in her chest. She'd entertained Omar's needs and sacrificed her common sense in the process. That seemed to Escort Bayan (https://www.aksiseda.com/) be a trend lately.
"What was that about?" Iris questions, as the sound of the guest room door slamming shut echos through the house.
"Nothing."
She scoffs.
"Making me give you head in front of your friend definitely isn't nothing."
"Look, my mother just fucking died," he huffs in annoyance, "give me a break."
Iris didn't have the right words to respond to his outburst. A break? She'd been cutting him those for the entirety of the five years they knew each other- his mother had nothing to do with this. If anything, Iris had been the one actually taking care of her on her deathbed. Driving her to all of her chemo appointments, feeding her, bathing her, clothing her- she even took a course on hospice care when they found out Sylvia only had months to live. All Omar did was foot the bill and even that was done with complaint. The audacity of him to invoke his mother as an excuse to not communicate disgusted her.
The sound of his ringtone cuts through her stunned silence, becoming the new elephant in the room as he walks away to tend to his only priority. He'd get calls from Iris, calls from his mother's doctor and, still, all of those went unnoticed except hers. Miss. Scam Likely. When Iris first saw the name in his contacts she'd almost laughed at the stupidity of it all. He really thought that'd be enough to hide it. That she was that dumb. Didn't stop to consider that no person in their right mind picks up a scam call, and definitely not daily.
Yet, as always, the scorned woman doesn't do anything to stop his infidelity. She just watches solemnly as he walks out the back door, his conversation hushed by the triple paned sliding glass doors as she fades into the background of his life once again.
SATURDAY. 1:44 PM
The seed had been sewn. In Omar's quest to mark his territory, he'd only furthered Nico's appetite for his wife. He just couldn't seem to get the picture of her on her knees with cum on her lips out of his head- couldn't stop imagining her pretty lips wrapped around him instead. His hand was cramped from the amount of times he'd needed release from the filthy thoughts of her within this past morning alone.
And the thick Texas heat didn't help his situation whatsoever. Iris seemed to only don the shortest, thinnest clothing possible. Like now, as he sits at the table waiting while she prepares lunch for him in a cornflower blue dress so thin he could see her nipples whenever she stood in direct light.
"Sorry Omar ain't here," the Southern belle apologizes and Nico neglects to say that he wasn't, not in the least, "he got called in last night. Said he'll be back Sunday evenin' to figure out caterin' for the funeral and all."
As she sets a plate of steaming jambalaya in front of him, she fails to mention that not many jobs called employees at midnight on a Friday night and required them to leave immediately. Maybe a hospital requesting a surgeon but Omar was an accountant and his firm was only open Monday through Thursday.
"It's okay," Nico smiles charmingly, "just gives us more time to get to know each other better."
"I guess you're right about that," Iris smiles back, sitting across from him, "He hasn't told me much about you, to be honest. How did you two meet?"
Nico does his best to try not to be hurt by that fact. After everything they'd been through (and everything Omar did to him) he hadn't told his wife anything about him? It was like massaging salt into his already gaping wound.
"Our mothers were best friends so we grew up like brothers," Nico divulges, picking up his fork and taking a bite. He pauses to taste the perfectly baked honey-drizzled cornbread in tandem with the main dish and his eyes involuntarily roll in enjoyment, "God, this is amazing."
He wasn't exaggerating, the woman had a golden touch in the kitchen. She was an old fashioned chef, every meal crafted from scratch and the care she put into her dishes palpable in each bite.
"Thank you," she muses genuinely, Omar hadn't ever complimented her food. Not verbally, at least. He just licked every plate clean and she'd grown to consider that enough. It was nice to actually hear someone say it for once. "I'm glad you like it."
She picks up her cup of iced tea, watching him eat as she hesitates before her next question.
"May I ask," she starts tentatively, and he nods, "is there a reason you two stopped talking? I mean Omar told me you were the one who cut contact but with a relationship that close it just don't make any sense to me why you would."
Nico sets his fork down, the food suddenly thick in his throat as he recalls their falling out. He swallows, wiping his mouth with his napkin before taking a swig out of the his glass.
"I apologize if that's too forward, I don't mean to be-"
"No, no," he assures her, setting the glass of sweet tea down as he tries to figure out how to say it, "he um, he had an affair with my wife behind my back for Bayan Escort (https://www.aksiseda.com/) two years. Or- she had an affair with him, I guess I should say."
Iris' face falls at the news.
"What?"
"Yeah I caught them in the act," he chuckles dryly, "in my house. My bed."
Iris didn't know what to say. It was the ultimate betrayal, to his closest friend no less, and it made her wonder what he was capable of doing to her. What he was doing right now.
"Anyways," he sighs, picking up his fork again, "after that, I kicked his ass and threatened to kill him if I ever saw him again. It put me in a pretty bad place. I'm not proud of how I reacted."
"What made you forgive him?" she questions before sipping on her straw. Iris wasn't the kind of woman who held grudges but she also didn't believe in allowing the same snake to bite you twice. If what Nico was saying was true, Omar was as venomous as they came. She didn't understand why he'd ever want to be near him again.
"I haven't," he admits, "but it was his mother's dying wish for us to reconcile and so, here I am."
"Here you are," she mumbles, trailing off, "and what about him? Has he apologized?"
Nico scoffs.
"If you know him as well as I do then you know that question's a fucking joke."
He was right, of course. Omar had never been the type for apologies. Iris had initially fell in love with that trait, if you could believe it. She found his unapologetic outlook towards life admirable. It takes a lot to not give a fuck what others think about you. As a constant worrier and innate people-pleaser she knew that better than anyone. But, as all strong attributes tend to go, his inability to care what others felt about his actions had its down sides- especially within their marriage. Like the manner in which his brusque way of speaking to Iris filled her with an aching sense of insignificance.
So this time, instead of wasting her time waiting for Omar to come home (from God knows where with God knows who) and dealing with his defensiveness, she decides to ask Nico the question that had been burning in her mind since last night.
"What were you two talking about when I came in the room?"
Nico's quirks an eyebrow.
"You want the truth?"
"If I wanted a lie I'd think one up myself," she quips, leaning forward and maintaining eye contact with the unmistakeably handsome man's hazel orbs, "tell me. I can handle it."
"You."
His answer leaves her a bit taken aback.
"What about me?"
"He got upset because I was watching you stretch," he admits sheepishly, brushing his jet black locks away from his face, "and basically telling him how lucky he is to get to make love to you every night."
"Every night?" Iris scoffs in amusement, "that's the real joke."
The words are out of her mouth before she realizes it and once she registers what she's admitted it's too late to backtrack. But it was true and she didn't owe Omar her silence about it. He wasn't intimate with her anymore and now she'd found out that the one moment they'd had in months was purely motivated by some caveman impulse to stake his claim over her body in front of Nico. It was infuriating.
Nico can't hide the look of surprise on his face. Now his old friend's reaction made much more sense, he'd struck a deeper nerve than he initially shot for. But how could he know Omar wasn't fucking his hot wife as often as he should? The woman was irresistibly beautiful, if it were him he'd be inside of her all day long, given the chance.
"He doesn't touch you?"
"No," she shakes her head, setting her cup down gently as she feels tears welling in her eyes, "he barely even kisses me anymore."
"Why haven't you left?"
Iris shrugs. She didn't quite understand it herself.
"I thought it was something I did at first," she explains, quickly wiping the forming tears away as she pulls herself back together, "and then the late night calls started comin' in. And he started goin' out more. That was when I knew for sure he was over me. But I still ain't over him. Is that stupid?"
She looks up at him and his eyes are filled with recognition as he shakes his head.
"No it's love," he empathizes, "but the line between the two can get real thin if you let it."
It was exactly what he went through with Kate. It's hard having your entire perspective of a person shifted on its axis like that. Gives you whiplash something fierce. It feels damn near impossible to accept the cruel reality after years of falling in love with an illusion.
"Ain't that the truth," she laughs humorlessly before pausing for a moment of introspection, "to be honest I think I'm just scared love won't come for me again. Afraid of startin' over, you know?"
He knew better than anyone.
"It took me six months to finally divorce Kate," he advises genuinely, "and that's after I saw her fucking my best friend with my own two eyes, so trust me when I say I get it."
Iris nods, her brows furrowing in empathy as he speaks.
"But love ain't meant to hurt you," he continues passionately, "Or own you, for that matter. And everything you give, everything you are- it's more than being Mrs. Omar Jones. You're young, you have plenty of time to find someone who recognizes that."
CHAPTER ONE: The First Sin
FRIDAY. 11:30 PM.
"Still can't believe you get to sleep with that beauty every night," Nico mumbles as the two old friends stand at the kitchen counter after taking their seventh shot of the night. A week before his mother's funeral, Omar had invited his former best friend to come down early and stay at his house instead of a hotel to give them a chance to catch up. However, Iris' flexible figure was far more intriguing to Nico than this pathetic attempt at reuniting their lost friendship.
Omar follows the man's eyes to his wife as she does her nightly stretches in the living room, her legs currently in a full right split. Her round ass was covered by practically nothing in her cheeky shorts, the juicy globe cuffing over her bare thigh as she presses her chest against her leg. A double take was damn near instinctual with a view like that. However, Nico's staring had long surpassed the unintentional second glance and veered into dangerous territory.
"Stop eye-fucking my wife."
"Can you blame me?" Omar can feel a possessive anger beginning to boil in his stomach at Nico's lackadaisical response, "look at her."
"I do look at her," his estranged friend snaps curtly, taking another shot to calm his nerves, "every fucking day."
"Then let my eyes give yours a break," Nico jokes, not the least bit interested in appeasing Omar's rising upset, "hell, I'll give your hands a break too while I'm at it."
Omar's eyebrows furrow in deep annoyance as Nico chuckles to himself.
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
The man rolls his eyes as Omar finds it impossible to ingest even the slightest drop of his own medicine.
"Relax," he smirks, pouring himself another shot to maintain Omar's pace, "Sharing is caring. You taught me that one, remember?"
As Nico easily downs the liquor, Omar is fuming. Intoxication and a threat to a man's ego were a terrible mix and so, he decides to do something stupid.
"Iris," Omar calls out, and her head swivels to look at him, "come here baby."
"God." Nico sighs, putting the shot glass down as Iris stands up and bounds into the kitchen, "what are you doing?"
"Sharing the view," Omar replies with a conniving smirk as she approaches them, "And there she is."
Iris furrows her brows in slight confusion as Omar wraps his hands protectively around her waist.
"Here I am," she murmurs softly in her Southern drawl, glancing at Nico, "and here you two are drunk as skunks. What you call me for?"
Omar bites his bottom lip as his eyes fall to hers.
"A kiss."
She leans upwards to give him a gentle peck but his insistent lips quickly turn it into more. She hums against his lips in surprise as his tongue explores her mouth, sharing the taste of liquor with hers. She can feel heat rise to her face at his behavior, embarrassed that he'd initiate such a kiss in front of his guest.
He pulls away and his lips fall to her neck, kissing and sucking her tender skin with plans of leaving his mark.
"Omar," she warns through giggles at the ticklish sensation of his lips on the sensitive area, "we have company."
"I know."
And still, he continued to touch his wife as if they were alone, his hands roaming her body, staking claim in front of Nico's covetous eyes as he grips her ass greedily through her pink daisy dukes. Nico looks on as Omar's hand dips lower, his fingertips sinking in between Iris' pussy lips through the fabric of her shorts as she arches to give him better access. That should be him, he thought. This should be his life.
And as he pulls her shorts and panties away from her mound, their captive audience continues to watch, jealous of the way Omar's fingers roam his wife's glistening chocolate slit. He'd wondered what her pussy looked like underneath those shorts and now, seeing it be spread apart and played with by Omar's fingers, it was even more enticing than his imagination allowed. It was mouthwateringly thick (but that much was evident even through her shorts), glimpses of pink in between brown as her husband slides his fingers into her hole.
Too soon, Nico couldn't help but critique. She needed more teasing. More prep. She wasn't wet enough yet.
As Iris forces a small moan to appease her husband, she notices Nico's presence again, his crotch straining with the strength of his rising hard on. He smirks knowingly, amused by her half hearted acting skills, and she finds herself blushing under his attention. His dark stare was more than enough to help lubricate her husband's digits as he finger fucks her. Yet just as she starts to turn to putty under his steady gaze and Omar's steady fingers, he slides them out of her, effectively dampening her pleasure. Oblivious to her disappointment, he grabs her face with both hands, kissing her sloppily with lust before pulling away.
"Get on your knees," he commands against her lips.
"Right now?" She hesitates, glancing in Nico's direction curiously. The handsome stranger crosses his arms leaning back Escort (https://www.aksiseda.com/) against the counter and awaiting her next move. He was curious if she was bold enough.
"Did I stutter?"
He didn't. And so, Iris kneels. She couldn't quite tell if she was more motivated by her need to please Omar or the gentle challenge in Nico's eyes as he played voyeur but she gets on her knees all the same.
And Nico watches in intrigue as she drops, pulling Omar's briefs down and releasing his cock in front of her sweet face. As soon as it's free, she wraps her pretty lips around him, suckling the tip with a gentle kiss, teasing her husband into a groaning, shut eyed mess as she locks eyes with the sexy stranger across the room. Her eyes fall to his well-endowed crotch and find his dick straining against the loose fabric of his sweats as he imagines her lips around his dick instead.
She watches as he begins to palm himself, the shadows on his sweats exposing the length of his impressive member. It was evidently massive but she couldn't deny that she was curious what he looked like unclothed and unrestrained.
Living vicariously through Omar and fulfilling her mental wishes, Nico takes his own dick out and begins to match her pace as she takes her husband into the wet warmth of her mouth, her head bobbing with her hard work.
"Mm," Omar groans, "good girl."
His hands run through her kinky coils and she pulls away for a moment, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.
He instinctively tries to push forward, desperate to feel her mouth again but she turns her face and his dick pokes her supple cheek instead, resting against her deep dimple. She giggles at his expense and his eyebrows raise at her defiance.
"I tell you you're doing good and you immediately start acting like a brat?"
"Brat?" she pouts, holding his gaze as she begins to slowly rub his tip across her two-toned lips, "How dare you."
They're soon slick with his precum, glistening as if she'd applied gloss, her manicured hand gently fondling his balls as she locks eyes with Nico again.
Omar releases a deep guttural groan as her tongue falls to replace her fingers and their guest gropes his own, visualizing her mouth around him as she softly sucks her husband's sack.
"Quit toying with me," Omar begs breathily at her tantalizing actions against him, "put it in your fucking mouth."
"You're no fun," she rolls her eyes before deciding to oblige, finally taking him back into her mouth, his moans of thorough satisfaction filling the room. His hands grip her hair as he begins to thrust, face fucking the brown skinned beauty.
"Yeah," he breathes as she easily reaches his base, "that's my girl. Take all that shit."
She hums around his cock in response as her drunken husband uses her mouth.
Nico's hand is now quickly stroking his dick, his eyes glued to Iris' lips as Omar pounds her face.
At this point, if Omar had a point to prove he'd forgotten it. He'd abandoned all thoughts of anger in favor of the erotic sensation of his tip repeatedly brushing against her tongue.
It felt too fucking good to focus on anything else. He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn't even notice the defined muscles in Nico's arm contracting and releasing as he jerks himself off to the sight of them, wishing it were him in Iris' mouth instead. And she continues to put on her best show for Nico, her tongue swirling around the tip of Omar's member when he pops out of her mouth accidentally.
Omar quickly finds himself on the edge from her tongue's caress, a familiar knot building within his stomach.
"Damn," he groans as she gently pleasures him, "I'm bout to cum already."
And that he does, his release slow as thick cum flows from his tip, onto her tongue and all over her petal soft lips. Omar and Nico both gaze down at her as she licks her lips clean and then gives the same attention to his now tender dick, sending a shudder of ecstasy through his body.
She was a pure vixen, Nico couldn't help but think, too much woman for Omar's dick or ego to handle. If it were him he'd have her spread open on that fucking floor, leaking for him.
As she stands, both men readjust themselves, Nico unsuccessfully attempting to hide his persistent arousal. Frustrated and unfulfilled, he's suddenly eager to find his exit so he can relieve himself.
"Um," the man clears his throat, "I'm a bit tired. I think I'm done for the night."
"Yeah," Omar spits viciously, "Maybe you are."
Iris' can't help but be confused at her husband's sudden animosity but Nico doesn't even react as he turns to leave.
"Goodnight Nico," she offers kindly, in spite of Omar's attitude, "let us know if you need anything."
He stops in his track, turning to meet her eyes as his tone softens.
"Goodnight, Iris."
And then he's gone and they're alone.
She can't help but feel a pang of shame ring in her chest. She'd entertained Omar's needs and sacrificed her common sense in the process. That seemed to Escort Bayan (https://www.aksiseda.com/) be a trend lately.
"What was that about?" Iris questions, as the sound of the guest room door slamming shut echos through the house.
"Nothing."
She scoffs.
"Making me give you head in front of your friend definitely isn't nothing."
"Look, my mother just fucking died," he huffs in annoyance, "give me a break."
Iris didn't have the right words to respond to his outburst. A break? She'd been cutting him those for the entirety of the five years they knew each other- his mother had nothing to do with this. If anything, Iris had been the one actually taking care of her on her deathbed. Driving her to all of her chemo appointments, feeding her, bathing her, clothing her- she even took a course on hospice care when they found out Sylvia only had months to live. All Omar did was foot the bill and even that was done with complaint. The audacity of him to invoke his mother as an excuse to not communicate disgusted her.
The sound of his ringtone cuts through her stunned silence, becoming the new elephant in the room as he walks away to tend to his only priority. He'd get calls from Iris, calls from his mother's doctor and, still, all of those went unnoticed except hers. Miss. Scam Likely. When Iris first saw the name in his contacts she'd almost laughed at the stupidity of it all. He really thought that'd be enough to hide it. That she was that dumb. Didn't stop to consider that no person in their right mind picks up a scam call, and definitely not daily.
Yet, as always, the scorned woman doesn't do anything to stop his infidelity. She just watches solemnly as he walks out the back door, his conversation hushed by the triple paned sliding glass doors as she fades into the background of his life once again.
SATURDAY. 1:44 PM
The seed had been sewn. In Omar's quest to mark his territory, he'd only furthered Nico's appetite for his wife. He just couldn't seem to get the picture of her on her knees with cum on her lips out of his head- couldn't stop imagining her pretty lips wrapped around him instead. His hand was cramped from the amount of times he'd needed release from the filthy thoughts of her within this past morning alone.
And the thick Texas heat didn't help his situation whatsoever. Iris seemed to only don the shortest, thinnest clothing possible. Like now, as he sits at the table waiting while she prepares lunch for him in a cornflower blue dress so thin he could see her nipples whenever she stood in direct light.
"Sorry Omar ain't here," the Southern belle apologizes and Nico neglects to say that he wasn't, not in the least, "he got called in last night. Said he'll be back Sunday evenin' to figure out caterin' for the funeral and all."
As she sets a plate of steaming jambalaya in front of him, she fails to mention that not many jobs called employees at midnight on a Friday night and required them to leave immediately. Maybe a hospital requesting a surgeon but Omar was an accountant and his firm was only open Monday through Thursday.
"It's okay," Nico smiles charmingly, "just gives us more time to get to know each other better."
"I guess you're right about that," Iris smiles back, sitting across from him, "He hasn't told me much about you, to be honest. How did you two meet?"
Nico does his best to try not to be hurt by that fact. After everything they'd been through (and everything Omar did to him) he hadn't told his wife anything about him? It was like massaging salt into his already gaping wound.
"Our mothers were best friends so we grew up like brothers," Nico divulges, picking up his fork and taking a bite. He pauses to taste the perfectly baked honey-drizzled cornbread in tandem with the main dish and his eyes involuntarily roll in enjoyment, "God, this is amazing."
He wasn't exaggerating, the woman had a golden touch in the kitchen. She was an old fashioned chef, every meal crafted from scratch and the care she put into her dishes palpable in each bite.
"Thank you," she muses genuinely, Omar hadn't ever complimented her food. Not verbally, at least. He just licked every plate clean and she'd grown to consider that enough. It was nice to actually hear someone say it for once. "I'm glad you like it."
She picks up her cup of iced tea, watching him eat as she hesitates before her next question.
"May I ask," she starts tentatively, and he nods, "is there a reason you two stopped talking? I mean Omar told me you were the one who cut contact but with a relationship that close it just don't make any sense to me why you would."
Nico sets his fork down, the food suddenly thick in his throat as he recalls their falling out. He swallows, wiping his mouth with his napkin before taking a swig out of the his glass.
"I apologize if that's too forward, I don't mean to be-"
"No, no," he assures her, setting the glass of sweet tea down as he tries to figure out how to say it, "he um, he had an affair with my wife behind my back for Bayan Escort (https://www.aksiseda.com/) two years. Or- she had an affair with him, I guess I should say."
Iris' face falls at the news.
"What?"
"Yeah I caught them in the act," he chuckles dryly, "in my house. My bed."
Iris didn't know what to say. It was the ultimate betrayal, to his closest friend no less, and it made her wonder what he was capable of doing to her. What he was doing right now.
"Anyways," he sighs, picking up his fork again, "after that, I kicked his ass and threatened to kill him if I ever saw him again. It put me in a pretty bad place. I'm not proud of how I reacted."
"What made you forgive him?" she questions before sipping on her straw. Iris wasn't the kind of woman who held grudges but she also didn't believe in allowing the same snake to bite you twice. If what Nico was saying was true, Omar was as venomous as they came. She didn't understand why he'd ever want to be near him again.
"I haven't," he admits, "but it was his mother's dying wish for us to reconcile and so, here I am."
"Here you are," she mumbles, trailing off, "and what about him? Has he apologized?"
Nico scoffs.
"If you know him as well as I do then you know that question's a fucking joke."
He was right, of course. Omar had never been the type for apologies. Iris had initially fell in love with that trait, if you could believe it. She found his unapologetic outlook towards life admirable. It takes a lot to not give a fuck what others think about you. As a constant worrier and innate people-pleaser she knew that better than anyone. But, as all strong attributes tend to go, his inability to care what others felt about his actions had its down sides- especially within their marriage. Like the manner in which his brusque way of speaking to Iris filled her with an aching sense of insignificance.
So this time, instead of wasting her time waiting for Omar to come home (from God knows where with God knows who) and dealing with his defensiveness, she decides to ask Nico the question that had been burning in her mind since last night.
"What were you two talking about when I came in the room?"
Nico's quirks an eyebrow.
"You want the truth?"
"If I wanted a lie I'd think one up myself," she quips, leaning forward and maintaining eye contact with the unmistakeably handsome man's hazel orbs, "tell me. I can handle it."
"You."
His answer leaves her a bit taken aback.
"What about me?"
"He got upset because I was watching you stretch," he admits sheepishly, brushing his jet black locks away from his face, "and basically telling him how lucky he is to get to make love to you every night."
"Every night?" Iris scoffs in amusement, "that's the real joke."
The words are out of her mouth before she realizes it and once she registers what she's admitted it's too late to backtrack. But it was true and she didn't owe Omar her silence about it. He wasn't intimate with her anymore and now she'd found out that the one moment they'd had in months was purely motivated by some caveman impulse to stake his claim over her body in front of Nico. It was infuriating.
Nico can't hide the look of surprise on his face. Now his old friend's reaction made much more sense, he'd struck a deeper nerve than he initially shot for. But how could he know Omar wasn't fucking his hot wife as often as he should? The woman was irresistibly beautiful, if it were him he'd be inside of her all day long, given the chance.
"He doesn't touch you?"
"No," she shakes her head, setting her cup down gently as she feels tears welling in her eyes, "he barely even kisses me anymore."
"Why haven't you left?"
Iris shrugs. She didn't quite understand it herself.
"I thought it was something I did at first," she explains, quickly wiping the forming tears away as she pulls herself back together, "and then the late night calls started comin' in. And he started goin' out more. That was when I knew for sure he was over me. But I still ain't over him. Is that stupid?"
She looks up at him and his eyes are filled with recognition as he shakes his head.
"No it's love," he empathizes, "but the line between the two can get real thin if you let it."
It was exactly what he went through with Kate. It's hard having your entire perspective of a person shifted on its axis like that. Gives you whiplash something fierce. It feels damn near impossible to accept the cruel reality after years of falling in love with an illusion.
"Ain't that the truth," she laughs humorlessly before pausing for a moment of introspection, "to be honest I think I'm just scared love won't come for me again. Afraid of startin' over, you know?"
He knew better than anyone.
"It took me six months to finally divorce Kate," he advises genuinely, "and that's after I saw her fucking my best friend with my own two eyes, so trust me when I say I get it."
Iris nods, her brows furrowing in empathy as he speaks.
"But love ain't meant to hurt you," he continues passionately, "Or own you, for that matter. And everything you give, everything you are- it's more than being Mrs. Omar Jones. You're young, you have plenty of time to find someone who recognizes that."