Can't Help the Way That I Feel

There were the moments between night and dawn when the sky hadn’t completed the transition, and the stars were twinkling their final curtain call.

Debby Ericson lay awake watching the last dots fade from the horizon, listening to the even rhythm of her husband’s breathing, and she knew from the even tempo he was still dreaming, in color. She smiled as she rolled from beneath the down comforter, her toes touching the retro shag rug. Heat curled around her ankles, and a relieved sigh escaped her plump lips. The new furnace was definitely working.

Scooting back on the bed, she looked over her shoulder at the man she’d loved for the majority of her life. He’d given her two incredible children, had worked menial jobs right after college so that she could stay home with their daughters, then had encouraged her to pursue her own career after their girls had begun school. When all of their friends were trading in their spouses for newer models, she and Mark had locked their doors and opened their hearts to one another. Mark had loved her since they were in middle school, and he could take her to sexual heights she had never achieved with anyone else; even her own hands were incapable of satisfying the ache that throbbed constantly in the deepest parts of her.

If he weren’t sleeping, Debby would have had him then, but his job as CEO of Carrollton Trucking Company was demanding and often required sixteen-hour days.

They were the perfect, somewhat understated, definitely misinterpreted, middle- to upper-class black family. Very straight laced—according to those in the community. Mark was the white-collar executive who had an interior decorator as a wife, but behind the triple-locked, rustic wood, French-styled front doors they were freaky, nudist, hedonists who were secretly contemplating their next big adventure. Over the years they’d learned that sex with partners outside their marriage kept the excitement going inside their marriage. Over the years they’d been with a few people, and their bond had only grown stronger.

A thrill danced down Debby’s thighs, and she welcomed the beginning of a microclimax. Just thinking about the things they’d done in the past made her want to play dress-up right then, dive beneath the covers and have her way with Mark.

The New Year had begun less than ten months ago, and to indulge Mark’s fantasies, she’d dressed up as a waitress, nurse, teacher, prison guard, slutty office temp, flight attendant, package delivery woman and cougar. After the cougar fantasy, he’d given her two-carat, diamond stud earrings. He’d loved the wig with the gray streak in the front.

As often as once a week, she found fantasy suggestions—taped to her computer mouse, coffee cup, toothbrush, mirror and thong drawer—as to which woman he wanted greeting him when he locked their bedroom door that night.

Debby ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and found wetness. She was always charged with sexual energy that had him just a thought away all day, every day.

Debby could honestly say she was sincerely, happily in love. Their nest was empty for the first time in twenty years, their oldest child studying abroad, and their youngest daughter happily acclimated at Temple University.

They wouldn’t be parents again until fall break, and the girls knew better than to come home unannounced. Their dad had taken care of that over their weekly webcam call last weekend.

Debby suppressed a giggle. His loving but firm stance had turned her on. Remembering how she’d screwed Mark’s brains out in every room except their daughters’ made her want him again, but his breathing hadn’t changed. He would be asleep for another hour.

Gently she slid her hand down his shoulder to the top of the cover. In his sleep, Mark moved closer to her side of the bed, and she couldn’t resist climbing back under the covers to be enveloped in his love. He encircled her and his hands rubbed up and down her arms while he settled his chin between her shoulder blades. His slow exhale spread across her bare back. He was finally awake.

“God has a sense of humor.” She could feel his finger at the crack of her behind, and in a deft movement, he peeled off her thong. “What color is this?” He dragged it up beneath the covers and rubbed it against her breasts. Debby was one of those women whose nipples had their own story to tell. When aroused, they stood out an inch, like pencil erasers. Unaroused, they were dots on a map waiting to be recognized.

He flicked his wrist and sent the garment onto the floor, kissing her back deeply with his tongue, sending thrills down her buttcrack to her clit, which seemed to vibrate.

Her muscles loosened, and her legs wanted to welcome him, but she loved playing hard to get early in the morning. Intentionally she crossed her legs and drew them up behind her, knowing he liked to work a little before he actually left for work. He enjoyed the tease as much as the win.

In the distance, the first birds began to awaken and call to one another. Soon, she and Mark would be in their respective cars heading to work in opposite directions. She pushed the thoughts away and let the beauty of the moment fill in all the spaces.

“Are you going to work today?” Her voice was husky as she tempted him. They could call in sick together. He bit her back, causing her to arch, her legs loosening just a little. He pushed at them, pretending to wrestle with her.

A giggle started in her chest, as she scooted back toward his naked body. “Yes. His name is Dexter, and he’s got a much bigger dick than you.”

“Does he really now?” Mark bit her shoulder and she moaned, clutching the fitted sheet. He was claiming his possession and she loved it. He knew better than anyone how she liked to be pleased. His tongue found the most sensitive spot on the back of her neck and when she squirmed, he palmed her 34DDs and massaged until her nipples were at their fullest.

Debby held her breath. Mark’s fortieth birthday was a big deal, but he didn’t seem to care what he did this year. She’d been agonizing for months about what to do and he had ruled out just about everything, including traveling. They’d just returned from a trip to Japan three weeks ago, and Mark didn’t want to go anywhere until after President’s Club, the company trip in January.

She’d booked, then canceled, a room at the Mansion, an exclusive hotel on Peachtree Street in the heart of Atlanta’s swank hotel district. They had their house all to themselves and were very comfortable being home. With their college reunion the following weekend, Mark had already said he didn’t want to go away, knowing they were committed to attending that event.

Mark pulled Debby by her ankle, then reached till his fingers greeted her wetness. Debby couldn’t help but tighten her vaginal muscles and clutch them. Mark made her feel so good.

The sky had turned a dusty navy blue and looked so lovely she didn’t want to close her eyes, but the pleasure was so great, she wanted to capture it in her heart and imprint it in her memory bank. Her love for Mark was passionate and deeply poignant. She would do anything for him.

Debby lay on her stomach while Mark finger-fucked her. He bit her hip and she yelped and squeezed her buttcheeks, laughing. “You’re driving me insane, Mark Dexter Ericson.”

“What does Dexter want for his birthday?” he asked, loving his alter ego. Lying on his side, his hand moving inside of her, his breath glided across the hump of her backside.

“I don’t know. I thought about surprising him. He loves surprises, unlike you, darling. Speaking of which, Anya from college called yesterday. She and Mario are coming for the reunion next week.”

She spread her legs a little more. “Fine. I insisted they stay with us while they’re here. No need for them to rent a hotel room when we have the guest house.”

“That was nice of you, Mrs. Ericson.” The tempo of his finger-fucking had changed and he was hitting her G-spot just right each time. At the same time, he caressed her bottom, her second most sensitive erogenous zone. The combination of the two had a dizzying effect on her. However, part of pleasing her was to please him. Debby considered moving, but one look at his face told her he was pleased.

“You think they might like a repeat of our foursome? That night was hot. Really hot.” Mark’s voice was naturally deep, but it now took on a sensual quality that caused a thrill to shimmy up her already stimulated backside. Debby sighed.

Mark’s fingers plunged into her deeply. Debby couldn’t widen her legs any farther. She dropped her cheek to the sheet and moved her hips in rhythm to his hand.

“Oh, Mark…” More words refused to come and Debby didn’t care. The thought of their friends coming to their house made her reach for Mark and kiss him hard. A night of illicit passion once every twenty years sounded just perfect to her. Debby ground her hips against his hand, and she clutched his hand to her lips.

“You’re sexy as hell, baby.” Mark sighed, his hand leaving her delicate folds. As soon as he parted from her, she wanted to become one with him again, but he was ahead of her and climbed onto her back, their knees meeting, his sex falling between her butt and thighs. His chest met her back and he pressed his weight into her the way she liked, as their fingers curled together.

For a few seconds, their hands were linked and her love grew tighter, stronger. The pulsing intensified between her legs, and she said nothing, basking in the bond of this single moment of Mark and silence and dawn.

Debby had to admit the idea of reuniting their foursome had pushed her to the brink of climax. They’d had the best time way back when, but she and Mark had never repeated the experience with Anya and Mario, not wanting to ruin the memory.

They’d lost an eight ball in the corner pocket shot to the guys and had to French kiss. The next loss, the bras had to come off, nipples became fair game, and the rest was history. Now all she wanted was them. All of their hands on her body, their mouths, their fingers, their smiles bathing her in pleasure.

“That would be a nice birthday present,” he whispered into her ear. His hands surged through her short stylish haircut, his mouth devouring her back and shoulders.

Pulling Debby to him, he plunged into her and she gasped before a guttural sound fought out of her. Their coupling was hungry and rough. His arm crossing her body, he thrust hard and deep.

She turned to gaze into his eyes and could see the determination and purpose. Mark wanted to leave his impression on her for the rest of the day. He wanted to give her something to think about when her clients were talking glass dining room tables, slate flooring or tile, wallpaper or paint. He wanted her to think about getting fucked by her husband this morning.

Her climax began to curl in her toes, and she tightened her vaginal wall muscles. Mark bit her ear. He wasn’t ready to come, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t control the climax riding up her legs on the coattails of love. “Come with me, baby,” she begged him.

His thrusts were the most intense her body could withstand. Raking him with her nails was her final chord to a refrain that had ended perfectly. She burst. Her mouth flew open and her body sailed into the pink and purple dawn as he finally filled her.

Mark’s actual birthday had come and gone. They had celebrated for more than a week with Mark going in late every day. Debby had gotten used to being with him all week in the mornings, sharing breakfast and talking. But when he had to go in for an early meeting this morning, she had pouted, until she found the red box with her name written in Mark’s familiar script, left on the seat of her BMW.

Mark had bought her something, but what? And why? Anya and Mario—his birthday presents—were arriving today. It was his day to receive gifts.

Tossing her briefcase onto the seat, she climbed into the car and lifted the lid on the box. Inside was the diamond emerald bangle bracelet that she’d been eyeing while they’d been in Japan. It had been too much yen, and she’d walked away from it, but he’d bought it anyway behind her back.

Smiling, she leaned her head on the steering wheel then sat up, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky. The bracelet was gorgeous, but it wasn’t just the jewelry. Mark was the most amazing man, and he was going to get it good tonight. She pressed the phone button inside the steering wheel that dialed his phone.

“I had to be very sneaky. But let me tell you why. I did it because you indulge my every fantasy and my every whim. Before our company arrives tomorrow, I wanted you to know that I love you. I’m going to have a good time with Anya and Mario, but I didn’t want you to think this is some kind of consolation prize for my birthday present.”

“What?” Debby spun around and saw the small box from her favorite exclusive lingerie store. She pulled up the black and gold box and untied the string. Inside were two beige camouflage thongs.

“No problem. I know camouflage is about the only color you can see, so I will make sure you get an eyeful. And, darling, I do everything I do because I love seeing you happy. We’re going to have a great time tomorrow.”

“We are, aren’t we? Two clits, four breasts, an extra dick… I’ve got to stop thinking about it or I won’t be able to leave my office.”

“Four breasts, two clits, two dicks. You said that, didn’t you, honey? Tell the truth, Mark.” Debby and Anya stood on one side of the billiard table in the play room, as she and Mark playfully referred to the thousand-foot recreation and theater room in their home.

Mark and Mario were down to their boxers, looking only slightly uncomfortable, considering that the girls were only out of their shoes and jewelry and just had two balls left on the table.

“You’re such a fibber,” Debby told him, chuckling as she leaned down, giving them an eyeful. She held her pose and drew the pool stick back. Slowly she rotated the cue between her fingers and pumped it, still not striking the white ball, loving that she’d decided early on to go braless. “Six, corner pocket.” The shot dropped without a problem.

Supper had long been eaten and they had all moved on to after-dinner drinks and seduction. The couple had arrived only a few hours ago and it was like the twenty years between visits had just slipped away.

Playing strip billiards again had been Mario’s idea, and it was the perfect ice-breaker. Catching up had taken most of the evening, but now everyone was comfortable, except for Mark who had sprouted a tent in the front of his boxers. He was hot for Debby, but Anya’s round ass was doing something to him as well. His cock had radar for her.

Debby gazed at Mario, openly admiring his physique. He’d stayed in excellent physical shape. The commentator for a popular sports channel, he was a dark chocolate dreamboat, with a buzzed haircut, his grin worth a million bucks, while Anya reminded Debby of the model Roshumba.

She’d become an executive vice president for a major hotel chain. They had four children, but they’d left their brood back in Philadelphia to come to Atlanta for the reunion and to recreate a night of passion.

“I thought the reunion started tonight,” Mario complained good-naturedly. “I’m supposed to be getting drunk with people I don’t remember. Not with you two losers,” he said to Anya and Debby.

The girls laughed. “We’re not the ones standing around in our drawers,” Debby told Mario as she handed him his Hennessey and Coke. She giggled like a schoolgirl when he pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek that slowly turned into more.

Mario had a lot going for him, including a large dick that Debby hadn’t forgotten. When they broke apart, her lips tingled from the feel of another man’s lips. Then she leaned over and kissed her husband. The different and familiar were the best of both worlds.

Anya watched the byplay. “Eight ball, right center.” She took aim at the last ball on the table for the women and tapped it in, ending the game. She undid the belt from her waist and let it slip to the floor, peeled off the silk sweater and it landed on the floor too. Her breasts were bare and lovely. “Honey, this is the cock and tail party I want to be at. We’ll reunite with the others tomorrow for the dinner.” Anya winked at Mario. “This place has way better towels, so—” She wiggled four fingers, while mouthing four to him.

For a second Debby wondered if there would be any awkwardness between them, but there wasn’t. Mario reached for Mark and they shared a kiss that was gentle yet exciting. Mario was darker than Mark, his musculature a little larger, but Mark was taller and leaner, his dick jutting out as if to find its intended target.

The women were behind each other’s husbands, watching them. Debby stroked Mario’s strong arms, her mouth seeking his neck. She found the curve with her tongue, tracing up and down, seeing how good Anya had it every night. He groaned. “I like that,” he said, and she moved to his ear, letting her tongue titillate until she felt his movements becoming more aggressive. She didn’t want to go too far, because she wanted Mark to experience his full birthday present.

Mark’s hand had left Mario’s side and was now gripping Anya’s thigh and she urged it around, but he wouldn’t let go. He pulled her around until she was facing his penis, and he lovingly cupped her head. “Will you?”

Anya wanted him badly. Opening her mouth, she took him in as she felt her own legs being moved apart and her friend Debby lapping at her nectar. It didn’t take much to set Anya off. Sucking on Mark with his wife between her legs was enough to send her into orbit. She could feel herself being pulled up on the bed and her breasts being sucked, but then she saw Mario move down between Mark’s legs to take her place. She and Mark were at the top of the bed and he held her. “I always thought you had the most beautiful nipples.”

Debby sat on his face and Anya kissed her breasts, massaging her arms and back and ass. She stimulated Mark with her nails and hands, letting them roam his body, licking him, biting Mario’s nipples, letting her fingers play in his hair.

Mark’s thrusts into Mario’s mouth became more forceful and Debby raked his nipples, seeing how much he liked watching Anya sexing her, the sensation of his dick being sucked, and his nipples being stimulated as he ate her pussy. Finally, he burst. The first shot hit Mario in the mouth, the rest flew onto the bed. Debby went off, too, her husband licking her to completion before Mario grabbed Debby and entered her, his dick wide and full, his thrusts hard and fast.

Anya pinched Debby’s nipples, and the pleasure and pain sent Debby flying. Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, Mark sucked another climax out of her clit that had her screaming before the four of them collapsed in happy exhaustion.

Awakening to the patter of rain against the rooftop, Debby turned over and realized she’d just had the best foursome sex of her life. Carefully, she climbed over Anya and scooted down in front of Mark. Softly, she called his name. His eyes slid open. “Yes, dear?” He kissed the tip of her nose and brought her close to him.

There was a lot of pushing and shoving and Debby was last to get out of bed. She followed her husband into the shower and when the car backed down the driveway, it was understood that Mark was going to pay.

“Party of four, for Ericson. This way, please.” Anya and Debby clasped hands and shared private smiles as they followed Janice to their table at Scope, a quiet restaurant in Atlanta.

Brunch was filled with talk of careers and family, life in Atlanta versus Philadelphia and colleges for their respective children. Soon the meal came to an end, and they all decided to top it off with a Mimosa toast.

Seated with a view of the lake, they watched the sunlight dance off the surface of the water. “When shall we repeat our weekend party of four?” Anya asked, taking Mario’s hand.

Mark kissed the back of Debby’s hand, the diamonds on her new emerald bracelet sparkling. “Twenty years,” Mark offered confidently. “It’s worked perfectly up until now.”

Late that night, warmly ensconced in their bed, Mark held his wife who he’d just made passionate love to. “You sure you don’t want to see them more often?”

Debby shook her head, looking at her husband, love surrounding them. “No. I had a great time, but this was about your birthday, so I’m happy with seeing them in twenty years. I’ve got what I want right here. I love you, Mark.”