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I nuzzle my nose in her neck. “Damn, you smell good.” She’s wearing my favorite scent, Lolita Lempicka. Real talk, every time she wears this shit I wanna lick her up. I whisper in her ear, “You getting my dick hard, baby.”
She playfully sucks her teeth. “Your dick stays hard.”
“Ah. What can I say? You have that affect on me. I’m weak for you, baby. And so fuckin’ turned on by you.”
I eye the chef as he grinds fresh wasabi root in front of us, then goes about the business of preparing our first fish dish. Each dish afterward becoming progressively more elaborate than the one before.
Just as we’re finishing up our lunch, my cell rings. I pull it out, then glance at the screen and smirk. I show Marika who’s calling. She smiles, taking a sip of her sake.
“Yo, what’s good, beautiful?”
“Aaah, Marcel, mijn liefde. Uw stem maakt mijn kut nat.”
I grin. “Je ne sais pas ce que la baise que vous venez de dire mais il ma bite dur.” I tell her I don’t know what the fuck she just said to me but it’s got my dick hard.
Marika shakes her head, grinning.
Nairobia gives a low, sexy chuckle. “I said, ‘my love. Your voice makes my pussy wet.’?”
“Just how we like it,” I say, glancing over at Marika. She meets my gaze and I wink at her. “Nice and wet.”
“And I hope to have all of my wetness smeared all over your wife’s beautiful lips. Oh how I long to feel my aching clit throbbing against her greedy tongue and her fingers fucking into the folds of mijjn natte, sappige kut.”
I fan my legs open, then shut as she talks about being fucked in her wet, juicy cunt with Marika’s fingers. “Oh, word? Is that all you wanna feel?”
She moans, softly. “And your big black cock. Mmm. You know I love big dick, MarSell.”
Nairobia’s freak-ass knows she can get this dick raw…whenever. In her neck, that is. Although, on some real shit. One tim
e I did fuck around and run this dick up in her without a condom. In the heat of passion, Marika and I were so caught up in the moment that we were on some crazy impulsive-type shit that night. But, I ain’t gonna front. That raw pussy was good as hell.
But after the nut was popped, and all the freak-dust settled, Marika and I raced down to our doctor’s office to get tested. Even though we get tested every three months, and we only fuck with muhfuckas who get tested regularly too, that was some real scary shit. I was stressed out for almost a whole damn week waiting to hear back from the doctor with my results.
“Yeah, I know you do, baby. So what’s good? You in the city?”
“The day after next,” she says real low ‘n’ sultry. “And I will see you and Marika, no?” I tell her we’ll have to check our schedules, first. But more than likely we’ll be there. Marika eyes me, gesturing for me to hurry up off the phone.
“But dig, baby,” I say, gliding a finger along the side of Marika’s cheek. “I’m out having lunch with my beautiful wife now. Why don’t I have Marika hit you up a lil’ later, aiight?”
I tell Nairobia to hold on as Marika gestures for the phone. The two of them chat it up for several minutes with Marika pulling out her own phone, then scrolling through her calendar. I take a sip of my sake as Marika tells her so far she has nothing planned for Friday evening.
Marika’s gaze settles over mine as she slips her hand down into my lap. Her hand slides along the inside of my thigh, along the length of my semi-hard dick. She squeezes the head. Then one corner of her sexy lips curls in a half smile. I settle back in my seat and wait for the call to end, grinning.
TWENTY-FOUR
Marika
Late in the afternoon one of my assistants cheerfully whisks into my office. “These just came for you,” Natalie says, her heels clicking against the wood floor.
I look up from the manuscript I’m reading and smile. She’s carrying an exquisite large floral arrangement.
“Oh, my. They’re beautiful.”
“Yes, they are.” She breathes in the bouquet. “And they smell delightful. Looks like you have made someone very happy. Where would you like these?”
“Sit them over there,” I say, pointing toward the Florence Knoll credenza centered in front of the window. “I wonder who they’re from.”
“Oooh, let’s hope it’s a secret admirer,” she says plucking a small white envelope from the arrangement. She waves the card, grinning. “Ooh, lalalala. Look’a here.”
