***My Man and She***

My man is now her man.
It's a complex circumstance that not many will understand.
This reality derived from his mentality that 2 is better than one.
He invited her into our lives, into my bedroom, between my sheets.
Me, being the faithful lover by any means necessary, hesitantly accepted She.
Now jealousies and negativity stems from my insecurities and consume me.
The saying "Sleeping with the Enemy" comes to mind as I admire her body.
The way she moves her hips as she rides his dick, her control, her monopoly.
Can you tell I'm envying this chic?
She's fucking the man I should be fucking, sucking the dick I should be sucking.
I don't know how much longer I will tolerate this shit.
I can't front though, my pussy lips pulsate in reaction to the sounds she makes.
I uncontrollably cum prematurely by watching her, taking it deep, harder, faster,
the skin slapping and tongue lashing, her finger ferociously rubbing her clit
while moving up and down on my man's dick...mmm, the delicious friction this creates.
But still I ain't feeling her, cause no matter how sexy she is, she is a thief.
And because of all the extra she does, she wishes to turn him out by her extraordinary technique.
She takes it up the ass willingly and eagerly, something I never have.
She deep throats better than a pro, massages his balls, licks the crack of his ass.
She begs for him to deeply pump his jism, as they simultaneously cum in violent spasms.
All the time I'm observing, my two fingers stroking my pussy, fucking myself
watching my no good man raw dipping into someone else.
Me, being a fool for love, allows this scene to reenact night after night.
Feeling that I will lose my man to She, if I voice my displeasure and put up a fight.
My man lies in a state of blissful glutton, while I lie in a state of confusion.
He enjoys the taste of my Chocolate while She rocks his body into Vanilla convulsions.
I wonder how something so erotic, so damned intoxicating
could be like a spreading poison, so toxic, and so damned humiliating.

My wandering mind brings me back to my reality, as I feel my man touching me.
He smiles at me, demands of me to lie still, then he spreads my legs and devours me.
And just like that, all my doubts, selfishness, confusions and helplessness begin to fade.
I feel the tip of his tongue twirl around my engorged clit, making me cry out and fuck his face at a hungry pace.
I hold the back of his head while looking down at his glazed mouth, amused by his lustful _expression.
My man is determined to feast on me until I cum, allowing him to enter a wet, ready pussy with intense passion and aggression.
"Yessss Daddy Take your pusssssy, Ooooooh shit, yes deeeeper"
Suddenly I feel Her mouth on my nipple, sucking with her lips and tongue, lightly
pulling and nibbling with her teeth.
Instinctively I grab her hair, pull her face closer to mine and kiss her deeply.
My tongue does dance moves with hers, as she moans inside of me.
I can hear the juices from the fierce pounding of his dick into my now sopping wet pussy.
Me, being the giving lover that I am, skillfully slide the same 2 fingers I used to fuck myself to glide across her thighs, and into her heat.
In this scene, I commence to play along, 'cause like my man says, 2 is always
better than one.
Instead of fighting her, I decide to love her the same way he loves She.
I let go of all the jealousies, the insecurities and the abundance of negativity
and realize that She is alright with me.




............until the next time she fucks my man.



©nimah_soul2005