His little secret, my sweet sin

CHAPTER3

~MaryJane’s POV~

“I do not house and feed MaryJane for her to be such a withered garden” my heart sank at her words.

“You’re being so f*****g inconsiderate mum, we just lost a child!”. My husband defended me.

“You will mind your language when you speak to me boy! What else has that waste of space done other than fattening herself up with my money? The company’s money?”

I watched my husband stand there helpless as the insults kept flying like unending rounds of bullets.

“Look, boy Sky is dead and while it breaks my heart, life must go on. You can't continue to watch life toss and turn you! It's weak and that's everything your father and I raised you not to be” Her face lacked the emotions she claimed to have.

“Mum!” All I could do was slide down the wall I was leaning on, wishing the ground could just open up and let me sink.

“She is the problem, The best way to deal with a problem is to throw it out the f*****g window!”. From her tone, it was obvious she was wondering whose bowel produced such a weakling.

“But Ma—” my husband attempted to make another argument.

“I don't want to hear it! Spare me another f*****g sob story. The family’s legacy is far more important than any of this emotional garbage you’ve got going on”. I looked at Christopher and I could see how much this drained him too.

“These things take time, what happened to trusting God like you’ve always taught?”. Christopher bellowed while his mum remained adamant.

“Since we are on the topic of time, Fine! Six months! That’s all I’ll give. If by hook or by crook there’s nothing cooking in that barren woman’s womb by then, she's done!” My mother-in-law thundered one last time before leaving the house.

“f**k!!!!” I heard my husband yell followed by the sound of shattering glass.

“Chris! Are you okay?” I dashed out of hiding, and particles of what used to be our glass jug littered the ground.

“Stay back! You’ll get yourself injured”. The last thing I wanted was to add tending to an injured me to the list of his problems but I paid no attention to his attempt to play Clark Kent at that point in time.

“Too late” I mouthed, his resolve softening as he lowered himself on the beige rug while I snuggled my tiny self right beside him.

The minute my head met his hard and perfectly chiseled chest my emotions came crashing downhill without warning. I bawled my eyes out on his thick white cotton shirt. It wasn’t always like this, this struggle, this pain, this detachment. It was just me, him, Sky and our not so little house.

We stayed in silence for a while before I finally spoke. “She’s right, you know”. My own words felt like a big ball of hot metal in my throat.

He glanced at me, the bags underneath his eyes very visible now. “She’s right. I'm no use to this family, childless and we need to stop waiting for some miracle to happen”.

“I used to think your selflessness was my favorite trait of yours but right now, I think it makes me f*****g sick”. He fumed, detangling himself from our snuggle.

“Christopher, it's high time we stopped shitting ourselves and faced reality!” I retorted. I hate that he made it seem like this wasn't the worst few weeks of my life too.

“Look MJ, I have had the most chaotic last hour. The last thing I want to do right now is listen to one of your incessant morality sermons”. If I didn't know Christopher enough to know that he wouldn't hit me, the look on his face suggested otherwise.

“I wouldn’t expect it would make the list. You are not the one whose womb can’t host a child”. That reeled off my mouth so fast I didn't realize how selfish I sounded.

“There you go again making things only about you”. He muttered as he stood up, reaching for his keys.

“Where are you going?” I questioned.

He ignored me followed by the sound of the door aggressively slamming shut.

The horrible reality of our half crippled marriage aside, I couldn't remember the last time Christopher kissed me and meant it or the last time we made proper love to each other.

All that lack of intimacy made my mind hazy as I stood up and made for our bedroom, my mind went back to the awkward package Calista had sent me.

I had complained to Calista about being sexually abandoned and she took it so seriously that by the next week, I woke up to the delivery of a whole ass vibrator.

The embarrassment I felt taking my package from the delivery guy with a Judgey expression plastered across his face while Calista went on and on about name choices for the freaking toy was profound.

I pulled out an old shoebox of mine hidden underneath the bed and took out the Vibrator.

“Time for you to do the Lord's work Lisa”. I muttered.

I settled on my bed, raised my night dress, and shifted my black laced panties to the side, I was already so wet. I was either damaged or my sick self thought chaos a worthy item to get off on..

I flicked the button on the damn thing and the noisy buzzing sound nearly zapped me dry but I shut it out.

It was either this or I filled out the next registration form for Coventry.

“Mhmm” I moaned as the tongue-like thing on the other end of the vibrator fondled my c**t at such an unrealistic consistency, making me question my life choices.

Unlike the guessing games with men, I knew the right spot and took Lisa there. I thrust into myself slowly, savoring the slippery goodness.

“f**k!” I moaned louder this time. This felt too good to be true.

“f**k, Lisa where have you been all my life”. I grabbed the sheets like my life depended on it while my toes curled inwards reacting to the insane pleasure that crept through my body.

I increased the intensity of the thrusts, using my idle finger to violently rub my swollen c**t.

“Yes, yes, yes, f**k yes!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, I could feel my orgasm so close.

I continued to thrust deeper and faster, “Yes! I'm cumming! Oh my, go—” The chiming of my phone which sounded louder than normal jolted me out of Pound Town just when I was about to f*****g finish leaving me vibrating like I was electrocuted.

“Hi, b***h!” Calista’s high-pitched voice beamed from the other end of the call.

“Jesus f*****g Christ, C! There better be a good f*****g reason” I said, frustrated and so not impressed, putting away a soaked Lisa and readjusting my night dress as I lay still.

“Wait a damn minute I know that sound— hell no, don't tell me—” she squeaked. Sometimes it beats me where on earth Calista’s kind of energy was sold.

“You got me a gift, the least you could have done was let me enjoy it”. I answered, still not sharing in her excitement.

“Sorry b***h, I apologize for c**k bl— I mean, toy blocking you” she giggled.

“Gosh you are so pathetic but I’ve got news!” she continued before I could accept her half-assed apology

“Unless you are in NYC, shove it up your ass” I maintained, my tone already slightly elevated at the possibility of seeing my best friend who I hadn't seen in the last six years since she moved to Russia for her Bachelor’s degree.

“Touch down NYC baby!” We both screamed in excitement like little girls talking about their crushes.

The excitement in the room quieted quicker than it began, all that bottled-up sadness found its way back and Calista was quick to notice the shift.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I need to talk to you”.