Sin and Soul

The Cheaters Get Outcheated

Nirvana rolled her shoulders lazily as the knocking in the bedroom door went from timid to frantic.

"OPEN THE DOOR VAN!" Bryan screamed drunkenly from the other side. "I GOT SSS-SOME QUE-" A large hiccup cut him off. "I GOT ...EXCUSE ME, I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOUR ASS!"
Nirvana slung open the door throwing Bryan off balance. She eyed him with disgust. He stunk of tequila and his eyes were bloodshot. She stared silently as he tried to get off the floor.

"You're *hiccup* No better than me. You're a liar. And a slooo...slut. What were you doing at Lenox? Huh Van? Looking for a random white niggah to suck off?" His hand slipped off the wall and he lost support again and tumbled.

Nirvana just stared. Cold, calculating and blood thirsty. She walked over to the closet and yanked out a bag. She threw it at him. The force making him land on his butt.

"Go on then. Open it you sick fuck." She spat.

He fumbled with the elegant ribbons keeping it closed, finally deciding to just rip it open.
A Armani suitcase slid out first. Two handmade and tailored silk suits all black with yellow interior was next. And last but not least a Oyster Perpetual Datejust 31 Rolex, tumbled across the ground.

Bryan drunkenly swayed back and forth in shock. "You still didn't answer the phone.." he muttered.

Nirvana laughed. It was low and dangerous. "Oh you mean my personal phone?!" She snatched it off the nightstand and threw it at his feet.
"YOU MEAN THAT STUPID FUCKING PHONE RIGHT THERE, THE ONE THAT'S BEEN OFF DURING THE WORK DAY, EVERYDAY FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS?!"

Bryan just continued to sway. In his panic to reach her he'd completely forgotten to call her work cell or office. And why the gifts? He was beginning to spiral.

"Happy fucking anniversary Bryan." Nirvana said, slamming the door in his face.

-
Jason was like an animal. Everyday with Patricia became more and more unbearable. He hated the sight of her. The sound of her voice drove him to rage. Can you do this? And, can you do that? Why wouldn't she just leave already? His hands tightened around the washcloth he was using to wash dishes.
He needed some fucking space. Some peace.
Two small but chubby hands wrapped around him. His whole body went rigid.
"Don't be like this. Don't act like you don't love me Jason. " Patricia said into his back. Running her hands over his stomach and under the waistband of his jeans. Disgust rolled over him in waves, almost making him dryheave. He removed her hands and moved away.
"I couldn't act this well if I wanted to." He scoffed. He quickly retreated to the guest room. He could kill her he hated her so much. It wouldn't take much. Being an ex marine and all. He needed more out of life. He needed Nirvana. Locking the door behind him, he removed all his clothes. His back still a tender, red and bruised canvas from his love making with Nirvana. The pain felt good. Moving his arms reminded him of the raking pain but undeniable pleasure she brought him. The memory of her walls twitching and gripping him made his knees weak. He got into the shower and let the steaming water trail down his body. His dick was something out of a porno. Long and thick with veins throbbing and a smooth head. Jason took the towel he'd lathered in soap and wrapped it around the beast that had begun stirring at the thought of Nirvana.

What had started as slow leisurely pulls became almost frantic and desperate. He braced himself on the wall, all he could see was Nirvana's lovely face against the tile. Her back arched as she stood on tip toes and that lovely voice of hers cried out to him. His climax was hard and blinding. Colored spots dancing in his vision as the shower washed the fun away but not the image of Nirvana.

First thing he had to do when he got out the shower was call his brother and realtor. He needed to tell someone how he was feeling and he needed to buy a house.

-
Nirvana looked at her ultrasound a large grin spread across his face.
"Both babies are progressing well, despite your size. That's actually normal with someone who was as fit as yourself. I expect you'll actually start to show in about three weeks considering you'll be thirty weeks along."

Nirvana grinned. "Thank you doc!"

" No, thank you! The fact that this is a scientific first and you let us perform the procedure on you is so gratifying!"
The doctor was practically bursting with joy. "Although it is a shame that neither donor has attended an appointment yet."

"They work often so unfortunately they can never make it but they're excited for the babies too!" Nirvana gave a comforting smile, easing the doctors frustration.

"NOW Mrs.Walker. I do need you to understand for birth certificate purposes. Your children will be the results of an phenomenon called heteropaternal superfecundation. What makes it even more spectacular is that it was done purposely through artificial insemination. We will test both children immediately to determine which child came from which father and the rest is simple."

Nirvana smiled and nodded. Simple wasn't the word. She was going to bring the world to a stop and Bryan and Patricia to their knees.
-

Nirvana walked into the living room. Bryan had sobered up and was staring sadly at the ocean.

"I have a surprise." She whispered to him.

He looked at her with fear, love, hope and desperateness in his eyes. She crossed over to him and sat neatly in his lap.
She handed him the ultrasound.

He stared for a moment then erupted.

"TWINS?! BABE ARE YOU SERIOUS?! TWINS?!"
Before she could answer he gathered her in his arms and swung her gleefully. He could fix things. He forgot their anniversary and jumped to a conclusion. To make things worse he'd been with Patricia. But he had a new idea to make up for it all. A gender reveal party. That would be what they needed to get back on good terms.

"Oh and the doctor says my belly will finally get big in about three weeks." She giggled.

That's all he needed to hear. Big things were coming and he had to outdo himself.