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“No, I’d curse your ass out real good. Then give you the side-eye. I wouldn’t end our marriage over you asking something like that. You’re entitled to ask whatever you like. Just like it’s my prerogative to either be down with it or not. But, yes. Trust and believe. I’d divorce you in a heartbeat if I found out you were out here on all fours with another man…or woman; but definitely if it’s with a man. I’m not signing up for none of that. Back there is for exit only. Just like I’m not giving it up. I don’t want a man who does, either. No real man should want any kind of anal play. And if he does,” she paused, shaking her head, “you already know what my thought is…”
Yeah. Real closed-minded.
Krista’s repressive ignorance to sex and sexuality was stifling, for a lack of a better word. And I’d be damned if I’d allow her thinking or that of society’s to keep me chained to mediocre sex. It wasn’t going to happen. Like I said, I loved my wife, but, unfortunately, not enough to be deprived of my own sexual desires.
No, I’d never leave her. My life with Krista is more than sex. Still, sex—fulfilling sex, that is—is very important…to me, anyway. So if Krista wanted to stay stuck in the dark ages of what sex should or shouldn’t be between a man and woman, a husband and wife, then let her.
When the urge hit me, I’d find satisfaction elsewhere, in the sheets with another open-minded freak like me.
She continued eyeing me suspiciously. “I’m still wondering why you’d bring that nasty mess up, anyway?”
I shrugged off my true thoughts and said, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I simply wanted to know your feelings about it.”
She raised a brow. “Oh. Well, now you know. It’s nasty.”
“Well, nasty or not, baby,” I stated as a matter of fact. “Everyone’s entitled to do what they do behind closed doors, in the privacy of their own homes and in their own relationships. To each its own.”
She twisted her lips in disgust. “Mmph. Yeah, you got that right. Not in my bed, though, and definitely not with me. I’m still trying to figure out what kind of woman is licking some man’s ass…?”
A freaky one, I mused.
“Mmph. She’s just as sick and nasty in the head as he is for wanting it. I wish the hell I would.”
No surprise there. Tell me how you really feel.
“I hear you, baby,” I said thoughtfully. I gave her a
peck on the lips, then patted her on the ass. “I wouldn’t want your pretty tongue anywhere near my ass, anyway. But I know somewhere else I’d love to feel it.” I grinned, lightening the mood between us.
She smirked. “Oh, I bet you would.”
“Yeah, right over the head,” I teased, rubbing over the length of my erection.
She rolled her eyes, waving me on. “Oh, you might get it there.” She glanced down at the bulge in my pants. She smirked, walking off. Then glanced over her shoulder, and said, “Maybe later.”
Standing there with a semi-hard dick, I watched her swing her hips out of the living room, heading toward the kitchen to prepare dinner. I decided maybe I’d jack off to lighten the heavy load in my balls. Then thought otherwise and stalked behind her, grabbing her by the waist, then spinning her around.
“Kendall, what in the world?”
“I’m horny, baby. I want you. Now.”
“What, all that talk about ass licking got you so turned on?”
I laughed. “See. Now you tryna be funny.” Hell yeah. “The only thing that has me turned on is, you.”
“But I need to get dinner started,” she protested, trying to wiggle out of my embrace.
“You can,” I said, holding her tighter, then grinding into her. “Right after I get up in these beautiful hips.” I cupped her ass with both hands. “Better yet, I’ll just eat you.”
She relaxed in my arms, and giggled. “Not now. Later.”
I scooped her up in my arms. “No. Now.”
She flung her arms around my neck, laughing. “Kendall Lamont Evans. If you don’t put me down.”
I ignored her, carrying her off to our bedroom, then tossing her on the bed. “I want you naked, baby. Take them jeans off,” I ordered, pulling off my undershirt.
She must have seen the hunger flash in my eyes—or maybe she decided she wanted some hard dick as badly as I wanted to give it to her—because she didn’t put up much of a fight. She quickly unfastened the button on her jeans, then pulled them down over her hips, kicking them to the floor.
