Page 6 of Between the Sheets

“?’Cause that bitch is a fraud. Yeah, she prolly neck gobblin’ the dingaling a mile a minute, but she ain’t the official cum whore, sugah-boo. She ain’t blowin’ no real bubbles outta no man’s ass.”

“Oh, word? Then who is?”

She grunts. “It ain’t that bitch.”

“Aiight, Then if it isn’t her ‘n’ it isn’t you, then who is it, ma? You wastin’ my time, baby.”

“Ooh, thick daddy, see you tryna be messy, boo, with yo’ ole tall, fine chocolatey self. And I don’t do messy. I ain’t gonna say her name on the radio, but if you been down to her salon, Nappy No More, then you know who she is. Now can I give a shout-out, boo?”

I shake my head. “Yeah, aiight. Make it quick.”

“Ooh, yes, Fahvergawd! I wanna give a shout-out to all’a my sponsors. Yes, gawd! Y’all been good to me. And I wanna give a shout-out to my homegirl Dickalina ‘n’ her retarded daughters, Candylicious ‘n’ Clitina. And my nine sons—Darius, Jah’Mel, Da’Quan, Marquelle, Joshua, Isaiah, Elijah, ‘n’ da bad-ass twins, Fuquan ‘n’ Tyquan, ‘n’ my nasty-azz daughter, Day’Asia. Day’Asia, you better not have no bloody drawz in that muthafu—”

Yo, this broad’s shot the fuck out. Bloody drawz? Really? I disconnect the call. Ratchet-ass hoes. “Yo, my peeps, ratchet is what ratchet does. And that babe right there sounds like she’s the official walking definition for it. Anyway, my freaky listeners, it’s about that time. I don’t know what your plans are for the rest of the night, but ya boy gotta beautiful wife at home waitin’ for him to climb up in them sheets ‘n’ heat it up. Hopefully, you’re about to do the same. ’Til the next time, remember this: what you won’t do, someone else gladly will. And that’s real. Keep it sexy, keep it wet…always keep it ready. I’m out.”

Silk’s “Meeting In My Bedroom” blares over the air as I hit the switch and remove my headset. I gather my shit, say my goodbyes, and hit the door, anxious to get home to my baby to slide this hard dick all up in her.

THREE

Marcel

“Dance for me,” Marika says low ‘n’ sexy, pulling at her thick, dark nipples, pinching them between her slender, manicured fingers. Her juicy lips, glossed and painted with siren-red lipstick, are parted and wet. The thought of her hot mouth wrapped around my dick, staining it with her painted lips ‘n’ spit, causes me to lick my lips.

Man, fuck. I love seeing lipstick ‘n’ spit smeared on my dick.

I’m standing in the middle of our master suite, bare-chested and in a pair of Polo boxers, dick stretching down my thigh, hands on my hips, eyeing my sexy wife as she spreads her thighs and slides her hand down her smooth belly, over her distended clit, then letting her fingers trail the rim of her swollen pussy lips.

I grin, dimples flashing deep in my cheeks. I can’t front. My dick’s getting harder than a muhfucka right now. I wanna fuck! I wanna nut! I wanna bust all up in my baby’s guts! But I know she wants me to seduce her. To give her a slow, sexy striptease while she gets off, giving me a show of her own.

She smacks her clit. Her pussy puckers. Drips sweet honey as she runs her fingers over her clit, then smacks it again.

Yo, I’ma spit you some real shit. I’m the luckiest muhfucka in this world. I bagged a real live dime. Hands down. I have a bangin’-

ass wife. Brains, beauty, and a bad muthafuckin’ body, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about. A freak on deck, my baby stays ready to rock in the sheets. And there’s nothing she won’t do to keep her man happy. But this shit’s a two-way street. And, real shit, whatever my baby wants, she gets. Hold up. Don’t get it twisted. I’ma real open-minded muhfucka, but I do have a few restrictions just as my baby has hers. And we respect each other’s boundaries. But everything else is a go. No questions asked.

So when she sits here with her fingers toying with her clit and playing in her pretty pink slit and asks me to dance for her, a mufucka’s gonna dance.

I knew my baby was a freak the moment I laid eyes on her spring semester at Howard, coming out of an AKA rush. It wasn’t anything she said or did or what I heard about her that told me she was a freak. It was the way she licked her lips. It was in her walk, the way her long, sculpted legs stepped one foot in front of the other. The way her pelvis thrust when she strutted, the way her hips swayed, the way her ass shook in that lil’ plaid Catholic schoolgirl skirt and her full titties bounced in her white low-cut blouse. She walked with a confidence that screamed, “I’m that sexy bitch! And this pussy’s good as fuck! Nigga, what?”

No lie. My dick bricked up just from looking at her. And I wanted her…along with practically every other muhfucka on campus who was tryna get at her. But, I laid low, waited until after she crossed the burning sands, the following fall semester, then swooped in and made my move. But I didn’t have to put too much work in ’cause she’d been eyeing me as well. And you see where she’s at, right? Right where she’s always wanted to be. ’Nough said.

I keep my gaze fixed firmly on Marika as her pussy swallows in her fingers. Her juices drip wetly down her hand. My dick throbs in my boxers. Tingles. Pulses. I’m ready to rip these muhfuckas off and pounce on my woman. Ready to slide between her thighs. Ready to kiss her pussy and slide my tongue to the back of her lips. Ready to catch the sweet waterfall of her goodness on my tongue. Ready to lave at her clit, slowly circling my tongue around it. Ready to press my lips tight into her. Ready to push my tongue deep inside of her. Ready to soak in her wetness. Ready to suck her dry of all her juices. Ready to taste how delicious she is. I’m ready, ready, ready! Oh, I’m sooo muthafuckin’ ready.

Heat builds up in my heavy balls. I’m ready to explode. I take a quick step forward.

“Oh, no,” she warns playfully, wagging a wet finger at me. “Stay. Enjoy the show.”

“Shit,” I mutter, shaking my head. I pull in my bottom lip.

She knows I’m a voyeur. She knows I get off watching just as much as I do partaking. But right now, a muhfucka isn’t tryna watch. He’s tryna indulge. He’s tryna get his head grasped by both his baby’s hands while she clamps her thighs over his ears and fucks her pussy into his mouth.

She grins. “You like watching me play in this sweet pussy, Marcel?”

I slide my tongue over my lips again, anticipating a taste of her hot juices. “C’mon, baby. Stop fuckin’ with me. You already know the answer. Let me get a lick of that.”

She opens and closes her thighs, mocha stretched over long, sculpted legs. Open. Close. Open. Close. The head of my swollen dick hangs out of the leg of my drawz as she plays peekaboo with her pretty pussy.

Legs open. Marika smiles at me, then drops her gaze down to this long, thick dick as she cups her pussy, then massages her clit.

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