The mistress
It is said that behind every homewrecker is a mother who failed to teach her offspring basic table manners, respect and the right amount of decency.
But is that always the case?
It is also said that being the other woman or guy doesn't make you win. It makes you lose... your self-esteem, your values, your character.
You didn't gain love but you gained lies, deceit, and stolen affections which didn't belong to you.
Perhaps, being unhappy is the punishment all mistresses deserve. Perhaps, death... but you can never know what someone is going through until you're in their shoes.... Or maybe I am only saying this because I am trying to kill the guilt or my conscience.
***
"Oh fuck..."
A man's voice filled out the room followed by groans of pleasure.
The room smelled of sweat
It reeked of sex
It reeked of cum
There were clothes scattered all over the floor with several pieces of tissue. The room was filled with moans of pleasure and what one would have guessed to be rough sex. The bed was a mess with sheets all over the floor.
And here they were, two men on the bed having sex or rather fucking. One had his back arched with his ass high in the air while the other had a firm grip on his waist, plunging faster, deeper and harder, his thrusts growing more frantic.
"Yeah, baby..." he roared, slapping the other man's ass harder.
The man that was receiving the strokes whimpered in pleasure as his hips began moving involuntarily. They were in the heat of the moment, enjoying the sex. It wasn't long before the man on top started stroking harder, deeper and relentless. In a few seconds, he was an animal and the next he was emptying his balls in the other man's ass.
When the other man felt the hot cum hitting his insides, he couldn't help but come himself. They both cried out in pleasure as the last rope of cum left them. They were exhausted.
"Oh fuck, that was good." The man on top said as he released his cock, collapsing on the other side of the bed. "Shit... you're as good as ever."
He slapped the other man's ass as he tried to catch his breath.
The other gave a sheepish smile but said nothing. He slowly got up from the bed, wrapped a towel around himself and went to the bathroom. He was a mess... his hair was messy as if he'd just escaped from a predator and he could see dry cum on his face from the time the man had cum on his face.
Mateo was 20 years old, a very gorgeous boy with golden brown skin, a mixed race. His mother was black and his father was Spanish. He could say he had done justice to both his parents since he had inherited features from the both of them.
He had piercing brown eyes like his mother, his father's height and face and he could say he was a little curvy, maybe he had inherited a bit of that from his mother. He had short curly dark hair like his father and pink lips like that of his father. He was a gem... just like his mother always said. But he wasn't sure if she'd say the same if she were still alive.
'You're gonna be a very successful man, Mateo Perez...' She always said. '...you're gonna build a peaceful home with your partner and kids. You're gonna be happy.'
He wasn't sure if she still felt the same where she was.
Mateo got lost staring at his reflection in the mirror as the reality kicked in, just like every time he had sex with Henry Jackson. He was nothing but a second rate... a mistress, if such a word exists for men. Henry was a married man for fuck's sake, he thought. He was married to a beautiful woman and they were known as a power couple. Whatever moments he spent with him, whatever they had, they were all stolen moments.
"I am sorry..."
Tears began rolling down Mateo's face as the realization hit him, eating him from the inside. He didn't know whom he was apologizing to but he needed to cut down on the guilt. That was the only way he was gonna live with himself.
***
Mateo was seated on the bed, watching as the hunk pulled on his shoes, making sure he looked presentable as he went to her. God, how could someone be so sexy, Mateo thought as he stared at Henry, studying each and every part of him.
Henry was a sex symbol, absolutely yummy. From his beautifully shiny hair that he always had cut on the sides and well combed in the middle, his captivating handsome face, his firm abs, his flat stomach and those sexy legs. He looked like one of those models from TVs but this one was a reality. He was right there in front of him and they had been fucking a few minutes back.
Henry Jackson was 31 years old, super-stinking rich and came from one of the richest families in the city. He was running an empire with an iron fist together with his mother and his wife. Not a week passed without him appearing in a newspaper due an achievement. In fact, he graced the cover of the magazine of 'richest businessmen under 35.' Yes, he was that rich.
"Are you gonna stare at me the whole night or you're gonna say something?" He asked without even glancing at Mateo. "If it's the money, I told you that you can just name it and it's yours. You don't have to hesitate, especially after all that killer sex we just had."
"It's not that." Mateo sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "It's just that I stay a lot in this house. I am getting bored."
"Then go shopping." Henry got up from the bed and moved towards Mateo, getting up from the bed. He slowly turned him, admiring his sexy bubbly butt. He didn't miss the chance to smack it, licking his lips. "Buy more sexy clothes. You know how I like it when we..." he paused and gripped his waist. "...role play."
"I have enough of that. Besides, even if I am going out, you never let me go out alone. That guard is always with me and it just frustrates me. I wanna go out and have fun without eyes watching me."
Henry laughed. "You know that's never gonna happen. You want to go out with other men?"
"No!" Mateo gasped, shaking his head. "You know I can't do that to you. I..."
"This conversation is over." Henry lost the smile on his face. He let go of Mateo and picked up his car keys from the table. "Let me remind you or rather warn, Mateo." He pointed. "There's no way I am gonna let you go out there without a guard. It's not only for your safety but I will not let you cheat on me. Do you understand?"
"But..."
"Don't forget where I got you from." Henry snapped. "You were nothing when I found you, nothing!" He yelled, making Mateo take a few steps back. "I polished you up, I introduced you to my world and I spent on you more than anyone would have spent on you. That's something you can never repay so I own you. You're mine. I'll never let those stupid boys play with you."
Mateo's heart was racing. "I know. Not a day goes by that you've not reminded me of that. And I am thankful."
"Good. Then stop acting like an ungrateful bitch and play your role." He sounded rude but he didn't care. "Don't forget so soon what happen the last time you tried to cheat?"
Mateo sighed, dropping his eyes to the floor. "I told you that Aron...."
"Don't fucking mention his name." He warned.
