Saul

August

At the date of Sirah ’ s fractured arm last June, there were messages to and from her friend Sonia confirming that her husband had pushed her as she was walking away from him. I trawled back through all her correspondence, but I could only find this one incident of violence. Who knew what took place behind closed doors? She had assured her friend that it had only happened one time.

We used Garrison occasionally when we needed to do a deep dive search into people. This could be from clients to employees. He was officially our solicitor, Warner ’ s employee, but he freelanced for us. He had provided me with someone to watch the husband while I took my sweet time observing Sirah every moment I could. The additional spyware I had planted on Sirah’s phone gave me real-time information.

She had no idea that Ryan was quite the lady's man, but all that would change within weeks. I knew everyone called me fuckboy behind my back, but marriage was a serious commitment. Her cock sucker of a husband had zero respect for Sirah or their marriage. The woman had quite the social calendar to keep herself busy while her philandering husband was away and somehow managed to find time to volunteer with a charity.

Ryan Taylor didn't deserve someone as special as Sirah Okira. I zoomed in on her smiling face. My taste in women was vast. Age, size, and race never mattered to me. It was the raw, animalistic chemistry that usually prompted my interest, but this woman caught me with a glare before she promptly dismissed me from her existence. Everything about her called to me.

I’d spent hour after hour reviewing her photos, videos, social media posts, messages, and emails. I listened to her calls to hear her voice. Her voice was soft and full of life, with a bright, bubbly burst of positivity in almost every conversation.

I was addicted, and as an addict, I craved more.

Late at night, I lay in bed imagining our future interactions and, eventually, our life together. I would play her videos or listen to her voice recordings to fall asleep. Every morning I woke up forlorn with a rock-hard cock and nowhere to bury it.

I would see her in person tonight since her husband was at another weekend ‘work’ conference. To my knowledge, I had never fucked a married woman and judging by her character, she wouldn't have an extramarital encounter.

If Warner and Lillian played their part, then I would have my girl divorced and in time for Christmas. In the meantime, I would need to remain patient and take what I could get.

All the players were on the board, and every piece of my plan fell into place.

∞∞∞

I checked her fridge to see how much water she had drunk since I crushed the maximum-strength sleeping pills into it. I would need to replace the water before I left. Lillian managed to get a key for their house cut for me. Taylor saw two women on the side, and neither knew about the other. Lillian was my plant who would make Taylor’s life implode. The fucking audacity of the cunt to add a third woman on the side would be his undoing.

The fact that he was willing to involve a fourth woman in his life was good news for me because it meant he wouldn’t be fucking Sirah. With a smile, I closed the fridge door and went upstairs. The hallway light downstairs was left on, so there was enough light for me to make my way to her bedroom.

I paused at the door and slipped my balaclava on. There was no point in taking any additional risks. If she managed to wake up and see me, the jig would be up. My heart was racing as I slowly opened her door to stick my head in. The room was dark and silent, but when she didn't move, I opened the door and walked inside.

I picked up the stool next to her dresser and walked towards the bed with it. It had been twenty-eight days since the morning in the lift, and this was the first time I managed to get close to her again. She lay on her side and faced the edge of the bed. I took my phone out of my pocket and snapped a few pictures of her sleeping face.

I’d spent hours going through her personal effects. I took a ring and some underwear as mementoes. When I found her wedding album, I wanted to scratch his face off, but I managed to keep my focus on Sirah and her family. Taylor's mother wasn't happy about the wedding. It was written all over her face, and several pictures showed her sour expression directed towards Sirah. It made me think of my mum’s conduct towards my sister-in-law, Katya.

Sirah looked like her mum, but there were glimpses of her father in her, too. He had darker skin, but his wife had lighter skin like Sirah. I followed all of her family’s social media accounts. It was strategic. Knowing them well enough to endear myself to them when the time came. It was essential for our children to embrace their African heritage, especially in such troubling times.

Her older brother was independent, but Sirah seemed to have a loving relationship with him. I smiled, thinking of Seth. Luckily, he was so focused on making amends with Katya that he stayed out of my business.

I rubbed the back of my two fingers along her soft cheek. Her skin was warm, and I leaned over to breathe in her scent. I couldn't smell her alluring perfume since she had a shower after coming back from work, but the smell of her shampoo was enough for me. I closed my eyes to immerse myself in the light floral scent, remembering the moment her furious eyes met mine—the brown, amber and hint of green in those bewitching eyes.

My eyes snapped open as a wicked thought occurred to me. I touched her soft curls before I rubbed them between my thumb and fingers. She would be asleep until morning, and I would leave my mark on her. Every time she washed her body or her hair, she would do so using my cum. The vision of Sirah rubbing my cum tainted body wash into her pussy made my dick twitch.

I stood up and entered the bathroom, switching the hall light on the way there. There had been a glass in the bathroom earlier, and I would need it. Once I had washed it out several times to ensure none of Ryan’s impurities were on it, I returned to my sleeping beauty. I carefully put the glass on the table and eased Sirah onto her back.

I didn't feel guilty for drugging her because her world would soon change, and she may not sleep so well for a while. I imagined every scenario possible in the event of her break-up, but she might surprise me and do something crazy. In my favourite scenario, she kills Ryan, and I fuck her while she has his blood spatter all over her.

This was my ultimate fantasy, but my girl was precise in everything she did. The thought of her committing murder without a carefully crafted plan would be impossible. I hated to admit it, but at times, she reminded me of Seth, grounded, cautious, and anal.

The woman had a spreadsheet for everything on her laptop. If they had a joint bank account, she would have caught her cheating husband a long time ago. Additionally, I searched every electronic device she owned, and she didn't have a single nude picture.

In this day and age, was that normal?

I had an extensive following on my social media accounts. I put that down to being highly photogenic, along with an outgoing personality. Or it could be all my strategically tented-out sweatpants and shorts with my top lifted to show the happy trail to my goods. The entire greater London area knew what my dick looked like by now. Seth had all his accounts set to private and hardly posted anything. It was hard to believe that he was my identical twin, let alone blood-related to me.

I peeled the thin straps down her shoulders and eased her vest down until her naked breasts were on show. My semi-hard cock stiffened, and I licked my lips before I glanced at her face, but she was still knocked out. The temptation was too great, and once I broke them up, I wouldn't get this opportunity for weeks, if not months.

My balaclava would get in the way, so I removed it before I pushed my trainers off and climbed on the bed. It gave me some satisfaction knowing that I was on his side of the bed. I knelt before her and kissed her soft flesh before I covered her nipple with my mouth.

My dick had little patience and began to ooze out precum while I gently massaged Sirah’s breasts. Part of me wanted to bite into her tender flesh and leave my mark. I reached down and slid my sweatpants and underwear down so I could grip my cock. While I licked and sucked on her hardening nipples, I tugged on my dick like a desperate teenager.

It wasn't long until I was reaching for the glass. I wanked harder to squeeze more precum out before I rubbed it along her plump full lips. Enough light came in through the hallway for me to see her damp lips. I wished it was her tight cunt squeezing my dick and not my hand.

That was enough to make me erupt, and I watched my cum splash into the glass, hitting the side, but before it dripped down to the bottom, another spurt of cum shot out. As pleasurable as it was to wank over her in reality versus photos and my vivid imagination, my swift orgasm barely took the edge off. I wiped the tip of my dick over the glass before I lifted the glass to inspect the contents. I would be here for a while if I wanted to taint her toiletries effectively.

This might become a new Winthorpe tradition in my house.