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Krista scoffed. “Oh really? The one night I don’t suck your damn dick to your liking, and all of a sudden, you’re not satisfied. Really, Kendall?”
Kendall shook his head. “Giving me—your man—head should be something you enjoy, Kris, because you know it pleases me. But—no, you’d rather put minimal effort into it. Anything I ever ask of you is always faced with resistance. Always. So no. I’m not satisfied, Krista. Most times than not.”
Krista blinked.
Had she heard him right?
That sometimes he wanted more when she had sex with him regularly; even when she didn’t feel like it. Why? Because that was one of her wifely duties, to keep her man well fucked. What was so basic about that? Mmph. And he sat here and had the audacity to tell her that he wasn’t satisfied.
Krista’s eyes narrowed as she absorbed his words. Shock crested, then quickly morphed into anger. She felt like exploding, spewing out a string of expletives. Loud, colorful language to light his ass up good, but Krista wasn’t about to let the devil have his way with her tongue.
Krista caught the eye of Dr. Dangerfield, and then disgust painted over her face. “Is that why you’d gotten so mad at me for not letting you shove your fingers into my ass?”
Kendall sighed. “It was a thumb, Krista. Not fingers.”
Krista huffed. “Same damn difference.”
“And I didn’t get mad because of that,” Kendall corrected. “I got mad because of your attitude about sex. Anything I want to do sexually with you is a problem for you. If I want to give you oral sex, you complain about it. If I want to pull open your beautiful ass and look inside it, you have a problem with it. If I want to kiss you there, you think it’s dirty.”
Krista felt the vein in the center of her forehead pulse. “Oh Kendall, get over yourself. Excuse me for not wanting you down between my legs snacking on my privates all damn night. If you want to lick me there, then lick me there and then be done with it. And, as far as my ass is concerned, I don’t want you sticking your fingers—oh excuse me, your thumb—in my ass. Period. Or your damn tongue.”
Kendall let out a frustrated breath. “For Christ’s sake, Krista. But ever since you’ve gotten involved in the church again, you’ve changed.”
Krista snarled, “Oh don’t you dare blame my getting saved on this bullshit, Kendall. I can love the Lord and love you too—and I do.”
Kendall shook his head. “Then love me, Krista—all of me. And let me do the same.”
“I do you love you, Kendall,” Krista snapped. “But if you think I am going to stop loving my relationship with the Lord too, then you have another thing coming.”
Kendall sighed. “That’s not what I’m asking of you, Krista. You’re my damn wife. If I want to go down on you, let me. If I want to lick over your ass, let me. Damn. I love everything about you. All I’m asking is for you to be a little more open-minded; that’s it. I’m simply asking you to be more adventurous sexually with me, to open your mind a little more. I wanna explore new things with you, Kris.”
“So ass licking is your new thing now, huh, Kendall?”
Kendall pinned her with an intense stare. “Yes, Krista. I wanna lick your ass, sometimes. Damn.”
Krista grunted. “First fingers and a tongue, then you’ll be wanting to stick your damn dick in it. No. There will never be any ass play going on in bed with me. Ever. So what other bitch’s ass have you been licking on, huh, Kendall?”
Kendall frowned. “Are you hearing yourself right now, Krista, huh?”
Dr. Dangerfield finally decided to interject. “Mrs. Evans, anal play—”
“No,” Krista snapped, putting a finger up, stopping Dr. Dangerfield. “This is between me and my husband. I don’t need your interference. You’ve done enough meddling in my damn life.” Bitch.
Dr. Dangerfield kindly swept a hand out, giving Krista the floor.
“We’re here, Krista, because we need help.”
“No,” she countered. “You need help, Kendall, if you think I’m about to let you do a bunch of freaky shit to me.”
Kendall gave her an incredulous look. “And what is so freaky about me wanting to make love to my wife in every way imaginable, huh, Krista?”
“I’m not having no man sticking his fingers in my ass. Period. Husband or not.”
Kendall sighed again, and then he shook his head solemnly. “Baby, the fact that you can’t even see how rigid you are is sad. The fact that you don’t think you need any help is what’s even sadder.” Kendall gave her a pained look. “Anything that you deem inappropriate or that doesn’t fit into your narrow-minded world, you somehow manage to turn it into something negative. I masturbate. And I’m going to continue to masturbate—even after I sex you down. I wanna tongue you in every part of your body when I’m making love to you. Why? Because I love you, Krista, and it turns me on. And you should wanna keep me turned on. Me, Krista. Not some stranger in the streets. And yet you seem to have a problem with that?”
Krista’s jaw clenched. She felt like slapping the shit out of him. But she quickly composed herself and said as she stood, “If you want some freak-ass whore, then go be with one.”
Kendall gently grabbed her arm. “Again, you’re missing the point. I don’t want a whore out in the streets, Kris. What I want is for my wife to be my whore.”
