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Renee
I stepped off the plane and walked through the Baltimore-Washington International Airport, not at all happy to be home. I’ve got a book due at the end of the summer that wasn’t close to being done, so I had plenty to do. But now that the kids were gone, being home meant John was gonna want some cootie-cat on the regular and I truly was not in the mood. What bothered me the most was that I went to Columbia with the intention of getting me some and didn’t get a damn thing. It’s crazy. David turned out to be a joke. I even thought Vince, my St. Louis connection, would have been able to break me off a piece before I had to catch my plane, but as timing would have it, he was in Memphis visiting his mother.
I turned my phone on and immediately my voicemail went off. I put the phone to my ear and quickly went through the messages.
“Nae-Nae, girl, I got some drama for you. You will never guess what’s going on! Call me the second you get this message.”
I deleted Danielle’s call. I just wasn’t in the mood for any more drama. The last couple of days had taken a toll on me. Danielle dating Calvin. Ron stealing her car. Leroy beating up Kayla. And Danielle and I videoing his sexual fantasy. The last couple of days I’ve been having this bad feeling about what we did. I don’t know why, since I didn’t even like Leroy’s no-dick ass, but at the same time I was second-guessing my hasty decision to ruin his ministry. We all have skeletons in our closet, but there are some that are better off never coming to light. His indiscretions were going to destroy the lives of so many, including his children. That’s the part that bothered me the most. I could care less about him and his anorexic wife, but it’s the kids I didn’t want to hurt. We should have just let Tommy and his boys beat Leroy’s ass instead. I’ll have to give Tommy a call when I get home, but I’m pretty sure it’s too late. I already gave him the tape and Danielle had given him the photographs.
Pushing the thoughts aside, I called John to let him know I had landed, then went to the carousel to retrieve my bag. As usual, by the time I moved outside, I spotted the Escalade waiting. The second John spotted me, he climbed out of the SUV and came around to retrieve my bag.
“Hey baby,” he said, and leaned down and pressed his dry lips against mine. I quickly returned his kiss, then climbed into the car.
Soon we were on our way. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. Again, I wished that Vince had been in town so that I could have got me a taste of what he had to offer, because it was a lot better than what I was going to get when I got home.
“You hungry?” John asked.
I shook my head and squeezed my eyelids tight. He was so nice I felt bad about not wanting to be bothered by him.
“You okay?” I heard him say.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from snapping at him. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
“I figured as much. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
My eyes snapped open. “What?”
He reached over and squeezed my hand. “Wait and see."
I forced myself to do just that, although I hate surprises and he knows that. It wasn’t long before I found out his surprise. He pulled into the parking lot of a Marriott hotel and killed the motor. “What are we doing here?”
“I thought we’d spend the night together.”
Oh, hell nah! “Don’t you have to work tonight?”
Dragging his eyes from the road, he smiled over at me and said, “I took the evening off to spend it with my lovely wife.”
It was obvious he had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange a romantic evening alone with his wife. I just wished that woman was someone other than my black ass, because I felt sick to my stomach.
John climbed out and while he retrieved our bags from the back, I made myself get out of the vehicle and follow him through the lobby. When we moved past the registration desk to the bank of elevators, I knew then he had already been in our room, waiting for my arrival.
“I wish you had told me you were planning this. I would have taken a nap on the plane,” I scolded as we rode up to the fourth floor. I was trying to come up with every excuse that I could.
“Once we get in the room, if you want to take a nap, that’s fine.”
He always says that shit, then the second I climb under the covers and close my eyes, he’s on my ass like flies on shit. I followed him off the elevator and down the hall to a room on the left. John unlocked the door and signaled for me to enter first. Reluctantly, I stepped inside, and there, sprawled across the bed, was a dark chocolate brotha holding his dick.
My eyes widened with surprise. He was hung like a horse. “Oh shit! Sorry, we’re in the wrong room,” I said, although I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I started to back up, but John moved up behind me and whispered close to my ear, “No, we’re not. This is my surprise for you.”
I forced my eyes off the brotha long enough to look at John like he had lost his damn mind. “What?”
He lowered the bags to the floor, then took my hand and led me over toward the bed. “Renee, meet Shemar.”
Sexual chocolate smiled, then licked his lips. “The pleasure is all mine.”
I looked from him to John and back again. “Okay, what’s going on here?”
John wrapped his arms around me. “I thought we’d add a little spice to our marriage.” He kissed my lips, then released me and turned to that sexy mothafucka on the bed. “Shemar, she’s all yours.”
“What the hell you mean, ‘she’s all yours’?” He had to make himself clear ’cause as horny as I was, me ready to love ’em long time and the last thing I needed was a big misunderstanding.
John moved to a chair in the corner and took a seat before responding. Humor shimmered in the depths of his eyes. I could tell he was getting a big kick out of this whole thing. “It means that Shemar is going to make love to you while I watch. Do you have a problem with that?”
I stared at him, surprised by the dominant tone of his voice. Where was my husband, and who the fuck was this man the Martians sent back on Earth to replace him? Meanwhile, Shemar rose from the bed and stood in front of me. I gazed up at him and swallowed the large lump in my throat. Did he just say this fine brotha was going to fuck me while he watched?
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like what I saw, because I did. He was tall with chiseled abs. Dark hair covered his chest in an inverted V that traveled down to a long, extra thick dick that was hard enough to knock a mothafucka out cold. Shemar was looking at me and I knew that before I left that room, I’d be getting some of that. I couldn’t move and just stood there while he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. He then removed my bra. My nipples were hard as rocks and screaming, “Suck me.”
“Play with her nipples," John commanded.
Oh, yes, please do! Obediently, Shemar reached up and rolled my nipples between his fingertips. His sudden warm touch took me so off guard, I gasped. John never played with my breasts this way and I was loving it. Speaking of John, I was starting to feel guilty, so I glanced over at him. Hell, nah! I couldn’t believe it! John was watching hungrily while slumped in the chair, stroking his crotch. He smiled and licked his lips and I mouthed, “thank you” and blew him a kiss.
Shemar unzipped my shorts and I wiggled out of them before he motioned for me to lie across the bed.
I followed his orders and lay on my back, my body vibrating with anticipation. He removed my red thong and within seconds was snacking on my honeypot. I wrapped my legs around his head and rocked into his tongue as he dipped in and out. I was so turned on by the whole thing I was moaning and shit. For years I had fucked around on my husband, only feeling slightly guilty when I returned home. But here I was, messing around with a brotha right under my husband’s watchful eyes, and he didn’t give a shit. This was like a dream. That shit had me so turned on.
Rolling my head to the side, I watched John unbuckle his pants and reach inside for his dick. He stroked his erection with his eyes glued to the two of us. I wondered what he thought about me lying across the bed with my legs spread, and another man’s tongue and hands arousing me in ways he’d never been capable of. But by the way he was beating off, John seemed to be just as turned on.
“Fuck her, dammit!”
Oh. My. God. John, that’s what I’m talking about! Shemar quickly slipped on a condom.
“Mrs. Moore, I want you doggy-style.”
He said nothing but the word. It was my favorite position, one that my husband had never been able to perform properly. Hopefully, John was taking notes. I got on all fours. Shemar climbed up on the bed, then positioned himself between my legs. My heart was beating hard against my ribs as I felt him searching for the entrance into Kittyland. Without much time to prepare, he plunged hard, driving deep inside me.
“Yeah!” I cried out.
“That’s it,” John hissed at the same time.
Oh, shit, he felt huge inside me. Had it been that long? He was spreading me, forcing me to take him deeply. I felt every thick inch of him. “Ooh, yes,” I panted.
“There you go, baby,” John crooned while he continued to watch and stroke his meat.
Shemar moved his hands to my ass, where he held me at just the right angle for his thrusts. I enjoyed every deep, deliberate stroke. I squeezed my muscles and gripped him, and it wasn’t long before he began plunging harder and faster. It felt so good I wanted it to last but I had been deprived for too long.
“Ah, baby,” I cried; “Oooh!”
“Yeah, baby," John moaned. “Take all that dick!”
Oh, I was doing exactly that. I was mindless with intense pleasure. The bed rocked. The headboard banged. I was screaming and Shemar and John were cussing. It was then that I noticed the camcorder on a tripod in the corner. I found myself staring into the camera, licking my lips. I looked over at John, who was working his. meat like he was churning butter.
“Come here,” I breathed. He definitely had earned a little TLC.
He rose from the chair and moved over and stood in front of me and I took his dick in my mouth. I’d be damned if I was going to be the only one in this home movie.
