Writings on the wall

SHOWER
By Darrell R. Jones
Reina returns home after a long morning class of yoga. She would sneak out in the a.m. and try her best not to wake her husband but Jordan always seemed to be awake by the time she got back and she could smell the brewing coffee from the kitchen. Not for him of course. Jordan was too good for coffee, so no doubt he was at his computer at his desk in his study drinking a cup if mango juice. He also most likely had made some toast and eggs for the both of them because that scent was tickling Reina’s nose as she moved through their house.
“I texted you to see when you’d be here!” Jordan shouted from his study, two rooms from the entrance to the house.
Reina started to head to the kitchen but instead turned around and made her way through the living room and to where Jordan was. “I was driving and didn’t want to text and drive.” She said as she hung at the doorway, stretching her arms out between the frame.
Her husband steepled his fingers under his chin and looked at her through black horn rimmed glasses. His glasses caught the light from the window to his right, over his shoulder but it quickly passed and Reina was able to see his hazel eyes slowly tracing the outline of her body. She must’ve looked good too, because he sure was taking his time enjoying the view of her tiny frame that seemed to bubble in all the best places. She was small but curvy with a cinnamon complexion and Jordan loved that. While he was tall and lean with muscles in all the best places. Even sitting at his desk, Reina was caught up by the way his shoulder muscles looked with the sun spilling over him from the window behind him. It made his skin look like a creamy caramel to her.
“How was your workout?” He asked, breaking the silence.
She giggled. “It was good. I’m all tired and sweaty now though.”
A finger began to rub at the small patch of hair at Jordan’s chin and Reina began chewing at her lip.
“I’m bout to go take a shower so…” As she stepped away from the door, Jordan stood from his desk, closing his laptop.  “Thanks for the breakfast…” He moved around the table, shaking his head and saying “no problem.” “Did I wake you this morning when I left?”
“No. I woke up like twenty minutes later.” By now he was close enough to touch her and he did, lustfully reaching for her waist and pulling her into him.
“You better stop. I wanted to go take a shower and then go eat breakfast.” She tried pulling away feebly but her body betrayed her and moved in closer on him.
“You smell good.” He whispered.
“I smell like sweat and stink.”
He buried his face into her neck and inhaled, “You smell hella good.” Dragging his lips across her collar bone, his hands made their way down her waist to her thighs.
“You go back to work mister. Stop being so naughty.”
Reina knew where this was going the second she saw him at his desk. He was wearing a tight v neck tee shirt and loose fitting slacks while she was wearing Nike yoga pants and a pink workout shirt that zipped up in the front. She might as well have been wearing a sign that said “eat me” because Jordan’s eyes were hungry. It didn’t help that when he stood up from his desk Reina was able to see his growing desire between his legs. Even now the stiff rod pressed against her and sent waves of want down to her nether regions.
“You need to get back to work,” She said, breathless and growing hot. “And I need to go take my shower. Don’t start anything--”
SMACK. She loved the sound as much as the sensation she got from the sudden slap Jordan gave her soft behind. She hissed and cooed at the second strike. She tried again to talk him down but he wasn’t listening. Jordan was in a trance, rubbing and grabbing and spreading and spanking her round ass while she moaned and snapped her teeth in his ear.
“Jordan, you need to stop!”
He yanked down her pants, exposing her bare ass and again she cooed after a quick smack from her husband.
“Damn.” Jordan whispered. He squeezed one cheek to the point where Reina half expected it to pop. Two more quick slaps and before she knew it, she was spun around and shoved away; disorientated and well worked up, Reina laughed.
“You just gon push me away when you done with me?” She asked.
“I’m not done.” He whispered. “Walk.”
“Walk where?”
The sound of his belt coming undone and his fly coming down were the sounds she got in response. “Just walk.” He added.
She chewed at her lip and begun a slow trot down the hall with her tights hanging below her ass. With each step, each strut, she heard Jordan follow after her; along with heavy breathing and soft grunts.
“Does it look good?” She asked.
“Very.”
“Very?” She stopped and swayed from side to side.
“Very.” Jordan caught up to her and took her by the waist and pressed his mouth to her neck and sucked. She moaned and her right hand found the length of his hardened member. She stroked him slowly.
“You are so… bad.” She moaned, as his tongue crept up the length of her neck.
“You taste good.” He said.
“Don’t lie!”
His hands went down to the wetness below, “I’m not lying.”
She stroked him slowly then smirked as she shoved him away and continued walking. “I should really go take a shower.” She crossed through the living room, headed for the stairs and stopped after going up two steps. With Jordan right behind her, she bent over and shook her ass in his face.
“Fuck.” He said, before burying his face into her backside and working his tongue into her wet opening. With a gasp Reina reached back and spread her cheeks while he licked and sucked and kissed her pussy.
“You’re so fucking nasty.” She purred and he nodded his head while he continued to eat. “You couldn’t… wait ‘til I took my shower?” He shook his head now, not taking his mouth away. “I’m all sweaty and probably stinky and--”
SMACK. She shook after the hit and leaned forward. Though it wasn’t her ass he struck, it was her pussy. He had taken his mouth away for a brief moment to spank her wet spot and she shrieked with pleasure. Then he immediately dove back in to resume licking her. She took a step up the stairs and he followed her greedily. As she took another step he growled and followed her. With the next step, Jordan spanked her pussy again and her whole body shook.
“Don’t move.” He said through clenched teeth, before going back in.
Reina moaned curses as she pulled her long dark hair free from the tie behind her head, that kept it up in a ponytail and strands poured over her face. She started shaking her ass in his face, grinding slowly while he licked her lips and probed her opening with his tongue. When she felt her climax drawing near and her knees buckled, she dropped down to all fours, repeating the words “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Jordan finally gave her some relief when he stepped away, slapping her ass and sending electricity through her with the pop.
“You’re so bad!” Reina said under her breath.
“What?” Jordan replied.
“You’re bad!” She cried out.
“No I’m not.” He spread her ass and played with her clit with his thumb. “It’s yo fault.”
“How it’s my fault?” She moaned.
“Comin’ here, lookin’ so fuckin’ good.” He exhaled deeply. “You still wanna go take your shower?” She turned back at him with an expression on her face that could only say, “are you serious?” She turned around completely and sat down on the stairs, pulling her husband and taking him into her mouth. He let out a soft moan along with a curse under his breath. He placed a hand on the back of his wife’s head and moved her hair out of the way while she bobbed and gagged on his length. Choking herself, she deep throated his full nine inches and tried to swallow him. When she pulled it out to catch her breath, she rubbed the head and looked up at him, drunk with passion. Squeezing and circling his head, she closed her hand tightly around the tip and sucked on it, making it pop on her lips.
“You like that? Hmm?” She asked. He moaned in response. “You like it baby? Hmm? Tell me daddy.”
“I love that shit.!” Jordan began taking off his shirt and his wife continued to suck on him, slob on him and spit on him. She pulled her hands away now and bobbed on him faster; enjoying the view, looking up the ridges of her husband’s toned abs and broad chest. Then she felt his hands cup around her head and she knew what was coming; a rush of excitement went through her and her hand found her clitoris before the thought was made in her head. She stopped moving her head, opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes while her husband proceeded to fuck her mouth. She gagged, blew out spit, and sucked on him as he slid in and out of her mouth; all while she played with her pussy as he pulled and pushed her head. The excitement was becoming too much and Reina felt the building waves start to crash and ebb as each orgasm was longer, larger and wrecking her with each blow. When Jordan finally stopped, he pulled away and a thick build of spit and saliva followed him, leaving a thin line from Reina’s mouth that also ran down her chin.
“Still wanna take a shower?” He asked, his eyes low and lusty as he stared at her and licked his lips.
Reina wiped her mouth and smiled, “I wanna fuck!”
“You wanna what?”
“I wanna fuck. So you need to hurry up and fuck me.”
Jordan grinned a devilish grin and leaned in, taking her neck in his hand and squeezing. With one smooth fluid motion, Reina removed her shoes and yoga pants and opened her legs wide to wrap them around her husband; though his waist was just out of reach.
“I need to hurry up and do what?”
“You need to fuck me.” She slowly patted her wet pussy and he tightened his grip around her throat, sending another bolt of renewed want for what was throbbing between his legs to be deep inside her. She reached for him more and swung her legs to grab him but he dodged and slapped her hands away.
“I need to what?” He asked.
Her growing frustration was getting the best of her when she shouted, “Fuck me Jordan!” But when she looked in his eyes she began to beg and plead for his dick to be inside. She even started to play with herself to sweeten the deal, as she offered herself to him. With no words, he moved in, spread her legs and pushed them up with one hand. As he pushed into her, the world fell away and she floated into bliss. She was so full. So lost in the moment that she didn’t hear him asking her a question. Instead when Jordan began to start pumping, she cried out and he quickened his pace. Once again he asked her how she wanted it, but she merely humped back with him while he held her legs up. When he spread them, his rhythm changed and his pace along with it. Long slow strokes, grinding deep into her while her leg hung over the railing of the stairs; Jordan pressed her calf to keep her legs apart. Her morning yoga classes were paying off; she felt no discomfort with him drilling into her and pushing her right leg so far back. Instead she was able to simply enjoy the pounding her husband was giving her. Her intentions for the class weren’t for this reason in particular, but it was definitely an added bonus. Jordan loved her flexibility and often put her in positions that would be too difficult for the average woman. He took his hand from his wife’s throat and instead used it to pin back her left leg as he rolled his hips and worked in and out of her. With his hand removed, Reina was free to moan and cry out as loudly as she liked, which meant she was hollering now; cursing and shouting into Jordan’s ear. By the fifth time she screamed she was coming, Jordan finally reached his limit as well.
Jordan exhaled and laid on top of his wife for a moment before saying, “You wanna take your shower now?”
Breathing hard, Reina laughed and said, “I have to now because of you!”

***

LUNCH
By Darrell R. Jones

Sitting at his desk and staring at a blank screen on his laptop, aside from the word “Buried,” Jordan rapped his fingers on the wooden table trying to drum up ideas. He was so confident in being able to write this book of his in no time flat but so far every time he started to work, his mind would go blank and his story would fall away.
“Dammit.” He sighed and pushed way from his desk to go to the kitchen.
Perhaps eating lunch would be just the thing he needed to focus, because right now he was really reconsidering his decision to quit his job and chase this dream. Opening the fridge, he searched for the lunch his wife had prepared for him but couldn’t find it. He then searched the counters and the dinner table but still couldn’t it. He then searched the counters and the dinner table but still couldn’t find it. He could just as easily prepare something himself, but he was looking forward to the chicken and rice Reina had cooked the night before and readied for him this morning before she went to work. Looking at the clock on the wall above the doorway, he saw it was two forty. An idea came to mind and he thought if he hurried he could catch her.
♡♡
Reina got off the elevator and made her way to her office. She was starving and the box of Chinese food in her hands had her mouthwatering. She wanted to hurry up and get to her desk and scarf this food down before she went mad with hunger. Walking pass cubicles and saying “hi” to fellow coworkers, she heard Steve laughing somewhere close by. It wasn’t until she walked past the break room that she saw the tall man in his tailored navy blue suit with the dusty blonde hair and ice blue eyes. His face was turning from vanilla to red from laughing so hard and Reina stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who he was laughing at.
Her husband Jordan was standing at the sink, surrounded by a few of his former coworkers, cracking jokes like he usually did during the lunch break. He was only wearing some black jeans, a red shirt he got from his years running track and still he fit in with the other four men in business suits.  When Steve finally noticed her, he pointed her out to Jordan and they made their way over.
“What are you doing here?” Reina asked, a coy smile finding its way to her face. She felt like a little girl getting a school visit from her father, though she was more excited than frightened.
“I was gonna come take you to lunch but Steve said you went out.” Jordan replied before giving her a kiss.
“I saw him downstairs and told him to come up and see the gang.” Steve added, smiling big and placing a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “I thought I’d try to convince him to come back. We could use you on the new project we’re working.”
“No! I have it under control Steve. You’re lucky I let you come and help me.” Reina snapped at him and stuck her tongue at him.
“What’s it look like?” Jordan asked, paying no mind to his wife who was telling him it was none of his business.
“I’ll send you copies of it.” Steve joked.
Reina had now grabbed her husband’s arm and drug him to her office around the corner. “What are you doin’ here?”
“Like I said, I came to take you to lunch.” He said again.
“You’re supposed to be at home writing. And I made you lunch.”
“Well I couldn’t find it.”
She closed her door behind him and shook her head, smiling from ear to ear. “It was on top of the microwave. I knew you’d forget too old man.”
He looked around her spacious office and was impressed by the new place his wife conducted her work. Large windows behind her long black desk, covered with pictures of her family and friends and paperwork. He picked up the picture from their wedding and she snatched it from him.
“Excuse me sir, leave my desk alone. You’re only a visitor now. You don’t work here anymore.”
“Starting to wonder if that was such a smart idea.”
“What do you mean?” Her smile faded and she looked at him serious.
“I don’t know. At home tryna write and couldn’t. Thought I’d get something to eat and look where I ended up. Back here and I find myself missing it.”
“Hush boy. You just got a little writers block. Stop getting discouraged.” She put her food down and sat on her desk. “Hey, look at me.”
He turned and looked at his serious, but still cute, wife as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m so proud of you and I know you have it in you to write something amazing. So stop getting side tracked, go home and write.”
Jordan smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “How’d I get so lucky with a wife like you?”
“I don’t know. I ask myself that question every day.” She jumped down from her desk and Jordan looked her up and down; his eyes low and smokey. “Are you high?” she asked, whispering through her smile.
“Maybe a little bit.”
“Jordan!”
“What? I did one bowl to help me write.”
She laughed and shoved him, “Boy get out of here!”
“What? It’s not like they gon drug test me. I don’t work here.”
“But I do, so go before you get me in trouble.”
“I ain’t even started to get you in trouble yet.”
Once again he looked her up and down and thought about all the ways he could rip her out of that burgundy blouse and gray pencil skirt. Somehow he managed to keep those urges in check and not act on them; partly due to the fact he knew she still had three more hours of work ahead of her. She couldn’t do that if he snatched her shirt open.
“Jordan go home boy. I already know what you thinkin’.” Reina moved around her desk and her husband followed. “That’s how I know you high too! You always have a look in your eye like you got dirty thoughts on your mind.”
Jordan looked at the door and noticed it was locked. Reina must’ve foresaw him trying to get frisky.
“Then you start pushing up on me and…”
Jordan put his arms around his wife and pushed her against her desk from behind.
“Then you whisper some shit in my ear that just--”
“I wanna eat your pussy.” He said softly as he inhaled the scent of her hair and ran his hands down both her thighs. His words caused her to intake a breath and his fingers began to wrap around her butt.
“See, you need to go home mister, this is a place of business.” She whispered, arching her back to press the fullness of her big ass into his lap. She gasped when she felt the bugle in his pants.
“Yeah, but I’m hungry and you didn’t make me lunch.” He whispered back.
“I did make you lunch! Yo high ass probably didn’t see it cuz you was smokin’!”
“I did one bowl. Then I thought I’d eat some chicken and rice and couldn’t find it, so now I’m hungry for something else.” He prepared to go down on his knees when she turned around and pulled him back up.
“Jordan! Behave sweetheart.”
“You don’t want me to eat your pussy?”
Another intake and Reina was rolling her eyes now as well, “I would love for you to eat my pussy, but maybe when I get home.”
“So you do want me to eat your pussy?”
“No! Jordan, you’re not listening, you’re only hearing what you wanna hear.”
“So you don’t want me to?” He started pulling up her skirt slowly.
“When I get home.” She watched him lick his lips and wanted so badly to suck on that wicked tongue of his. But she knew if she did, it would get him started even more than he already was.
“Do what when you get home?” He took one breast in his hand and gripped it, while palming her ass with the other hand.
“Oh my god.” Reina lowered her eyes as she felt her cheeks grow hot. “Eat me.”
“Eat what? Tell me.”
“Jordan…”
“Tell me and I’ll go right now and leave you alone.”
She knew it was a trap before she even said anything. Reina never really used the word “pussy” as often as she did until she met Jordan. She would say “cookie” or “kitty” or “sweet spot.” But something about the way “pussy” sounded coming from her mouth, always drove her husband insane. So when she told him, “I’ll let you eat my pussy when I get home,” Jordan went into a frenzy and snatched her around and bent her over her desk. Reina begged for him to stop, pleading with him to wait, but did nothing really to stop her husband from pulling up her skirt, getting on his knees and pulling her panties to the side. He started slow and licked her like an ice cream cone. Kissing her opening gently and flicking her clit with his tongue. Spreading her ass and lips while he rolled his tongue inside her and made circles.
It took every ounce of Reina’s self-control not to scream and shout. Instead her mouth hung open silent and her lips trembling. Her mind was racing, full of thoughts of being caught, someone knocking on the door, her phone going off, or not being able to keep quiet while she came on her husband’s face. She knew Jordan was going to start something. She knew it. She had thought to leave the door unlocked and hope he behaved but quickly changed her mind and for good reason. They’d have no distractions so long as she managed to stay quiet.
“Ooooh fuck!” She whispered, breathing hard, gripping her desk and squirming; trying  to get away from her husband’s grip. Though he just followed her movements flawlessly while still licking her and eating her with his hands holding each of her butt cheeks. “Oh fuck! Ok, ok!” She inhaled slowly and her voice trembled while Jordan began humming. “You--”
She jumped when her phone went off and sat down on Jordan’s face thinking he was her chair.
Jordan snapped his head away to catch his breath, “Damn girl.”
“Sorry! Sorry! My phone scared me.”
It continued to ring and the annoying bell was filling the empty and silent room; aside from both Reina and Jordan’s breathing.
“Answer it.”
“What?!” She turned around to him, trying to pull up her skirt down.
“Answer it.” He pushed her skirt back up and pulled her hips to him.
“Jordan, I’m not gonna--”
“If you don’t answer it, they gon wonder what’s going on and come lookin’ for you. And I ain’t done yet. Answer it.” He put his hands behind him and propped himself up while tilting his head back. “Sit on my face.”
The words sent a bolt of desire through the space between her legs.
“Jordan--”
“Sit on my face and answer the phone.”
Her hand leapt out and picked up the receiver to her work phone. “Hello?” She said after clearing her throat; trying to sound professional and not like she was just getting her pussy ate.
“Hey Rei, is our boy still here? I wanted to get him to look at some stuff.” Steve said on the other end.
“Steve… Jordan is…”
“Waiting for his wife to sit on his face.” He whispered, spanking her and slapping her ass, causing her to jump with each smack.
She sighed and finally spread her legs and squatted down on her husband’s waiting, wanting, watering mouth.
“He left already?” Steve asked.
“Huh?” Reina’s breathing quickened, “No… he just… had to eat something so… he’s stuffing his face.” She began to grind and shake her ass in his face; biting her lip.
“Oh well maybe he can take a look at them while he’s eating.”
Reina let out a soft moan and covered her mouth when Jordan started slapping her ass cheeks while she shook.
“Hold it up.” Jordan whispered.
Reina stood on her heels and stood still, “Oh he’s too busy Steve.”
Jordan’s tongue wormed its way into Reina’s wet hole and rolled and waved inside her while he nodded his head to match the motion. Reina shook violently and gripped the table in response; trying to stay on her feet and still make no sound.
“Well tell him to come see me before he leaves ok.” Steve said, though Reina only understood every other word.
She nodded and slammed the phone down, fumbling for the hook and failing miserably. Finally she managed to hang up the phone and immediately put her head on the desk as she scrambled her hands around, clawing at air as she came on her husband’s face again. After twenty more minutes of that amazing agony, Jordan finally had his fill and decided to leave; helping his wife straighten up of course before departing. As they opened her office door, Steve came walking up.
“Hey, finally done eatin’?” Steve asked.
Jordan eyes his wife and her face reddens as she looks away. “Yeah, done eatin’.”

***

DOUBLE DATE
By Darrell R. Jones

Blowing o’s outside in the backyard by his shed, Jordan and his best friend from college, smoked on a rolled up joint. “I’m high as fuck.” He laughed as he passed to his friend.
Arthur laughed and puffed on the jay in his hand and scratched his curly short hair, styled in a bald fade. He pushed his oval framed glasses back on his nose and asked, “You trippin’ then?”
“I ain’t trippin’, I’m just sayin’ I’m high.” Jordan shook out his black button up shirt, tailored to fit him sung, but still let him breath. He still needed to put on his red tie that he left in the bathroom upstairs.
“Where we goin’ again?” Arthur asked, passing the joint and doing the same with his leather jacket and pink shirt underneath; shaking them to air out. “Do I smell like it?”
“I don’t know. I was gon ask you if I smell like it.” Jordan laughed and tried smelling his shirt.
“Emma keeps yellin’ at me about smokin’ before we go out and people being able to smell it. “Arthur pulled out a bottle of lotion from his jacket pocket. He lathered his hands and wiped his face down as well; hoping the lotion’s scent would cover the smell of marijuana. “You got some gum?”
“Yeah I think so.” Jordan put out the joint on the side of his shed and they began to head towards the house. “I gotta check.” He pulled out his horn rimmed glasses from his shirt pocket and put them on.
“Shit I’m high as fuck.” Arthur echoes, causing Jordan to laugh as they crossed the wood deck and entered the kitchen through the sliding door.
Inside, Reina and Emma were laughing over a glass of wine near the counter and the sink.
“What y’all laughing about?” Arthur asked, one eye brow making its way up his forehead.
His English wife Emma batted her aqua blue eyes at him and took a sip of her wine before saying, “What y’all laughing about?” Her accent thick as ever.
“Woman!”
“Man!”
Reina laughed and looked at Jordan, though trying not to because his eyes were undressing her. Her short wild flower sundress stood no chance against his piercing gaze and she felt naked in front of him and their play arguing friends. Her chocolate skin began to goose pimple all over.
“Whatever Arthur! Are we ready to go now or does Jordan still need to pretty up?” Emma asked, swirling her drink around in her milk white hand. Her cheeks were starting to redden from her consumption of wine, but she didn’t have any plans of getting too drunk tonight; not that she was going to slow down any time soon though.
“I still gotta pretty up.” Jordan and Arthur exited the kitchen, “Let me just grab my tie Emma!”
She nearly spit out her drink after taking a sip and put down her glass to wipe her mouth.
“You ok?” Reina asked, holding out a napkin.
“I’m fine, I’m fine love.” Emma wiped her mouth and checked to see if anything found its way to her strawberry red sweater or cream billowing short skirt. “Where are we going to eat again?”
“Didn’t you guys make the reservations?” Reina bit into a carrot she got from the array of cut vegetables on the center island of the kitchen. The cool gray tiles, warm wood cabinets and off white counter tops of the entire room made her smile thinking about all the little arguments she had had with Jordan about the kitchen’s design. Eventually they agreed on this perfect kitchen that she had only dreamed about. “Something about wanting to prove you guys could pick a good place.” She said to her friend, continuing to nag her.
“And we did! I’m just trying to remember it. Arthur just picked some place that serves a ‘good steak.’ ” She said, adding air quotes for effect.
Reina giggled, “Well we better hurry the hell up because I’m hungry.”
“Oh so am I! Arthur, if you boys don’t hurry up, Reina and I are leaving you and taking each other out for Valentine’s Day!” Emma put on her olive brown Burberry trench coat and flipped back her short auburn hair; the curls unfurrowing and curling again. “Ready darling?”
“I been ready.” Reina put her glass down and picked up her black leather biker trench coat, then put it down to go get Jordan’s coat on the kitchen table. She slipped into the oversized leather coat and the scent was a mixer of the jackets age and her husband’s delicious aroma. 
“Ok, let’s go.” She took Emma’s arm and they headed to the garage laughing.
Jordan and Arthur were upstairs in the bedroom; Jordan putting on some cologne and Arthur messing with the large flat screen TV against the wall, ten feet from the foot of the bed.
“A’ight, let’s get outta here. And cut my TV off!” Jordan said while dabbing his wrist and neck with a bottle of Cool Water.
“Nigga I’ll leave it on.” Arthur replied, flexing his muscles in a defiant stance.
“Let’s go before your wife really talks my wife into leaving us.” Jordan looked around for his jacket. “Where did I… downstairs!” He snapped his fingers and rushed out the room with Arthur right behind him; who then jetted back to turn off the TV.
When they got downstairs and looked around for his coat, they heard the horn from Reina’s Range Rover. They headed out to meet them at the driveway on the side of the house.
“Baby you seen my…” Jordan started, but noticed his wife wearing his jacket.
“Hurry up and get in mister.” Reina rolled down her window and Emma got out of the passenger seat.
“We almost left y’all.” Emma said as she got in the back.
“Hush woman.” Arthur climbed into the back with his wife and put his arm around her.
“Hey, hurry up mister.” Reina repeated, honking her horn this time.
“Hey, calm down miss.” Jordan crossed around to the passenger side and heard his wife making cat calls. He climbed in, put on his seatbelt after his wife asked him to, then she kissed him. “You don’t want yo coat?” he asked.
“I got a coat.” Reina inhaled and closed her eyes, enveloped in the intoxicating scent.
“So I gotta be cold ‘cus you like the way my jacket smell.”
“You not cold baby.” Reina pulled out of the drive way and continued down the street following the instructions from the GPS.
“Turn that off, I know where we goin’.” Jordan said.
“Yeah, turn on some music.” Arthur added
“Yes please!” Emma giggled.
Jordan looked through the glove compartment, his wife asking him if he really did know how to navigate her. “Yeah, I do.” He put in a blank cd and waited to hear the music in order to judge the contents.
When Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff’s Brand New Funk came on, Arthur could be heard in the back yelling as he rocked and nodded his head. “Turn that up!” Arthur shouted and Jordan obliged.
“How old is this cd Jordan?” Emma laughed.
“Really.” Reina laughed too and went to the next song. “Which cd is this baby?”
“That mix that we just put everything on.” Jordan started rocking in his seat as Juvenile’s Back That Azz Up started beating from the speakers.
“Oooh!” Arthur started dancing in his seat.
“Could you please stop showing out.” His wife hit him with her purse, though he continued his moving from side to side.
“Oh my god.” Reina looked at her husband as she pulled up to a stop light.
“I could be a rapper.” Emma said.
“Really? You think so?” Her husband asked.
“Oh of course, I’ve got mad sick rhythms, that I use all the times.”
Arthur and Jordan both laughed as he changed to the next song and the next after that. He stopped when he heard a pulsing beat like a heart, accompanied by a shimmering, sparkling sound. He looked over at his wife and she was grinning when she recognized the song.
“This Reina song.” Jordan said and his wife laughed.
The words came out of the speakers softly and sultry. I misbehaved, done some things I know I shouldn’t do…
“Uh oh.” Emma leaned forward to hear the words better. “What’s the name of this? Is that Janet Jackson?”
“Yeah, Discipline.” Jordan replied, staring at his wife as she drove and kept her eyes forward.
I touched myself, even though you told me not to…
“Even though I told you not to!” Jordan threw his hands up to exaggerate the line and Reina laughed again.
“Oh my god, leave me alone Jordan, stop looking at me.” Reina’s face began to flush and she snuck a quick peak at Jordan; his eyes low and still stripping her bare.
“I can’t look at you?” Jordan asked.
“Not like that.”
“Why?”
“It’s…” She inhaled and exhaled slowly, “It’s distracting.”
“Oh really. Why?”
“Jordan! No!” She looked in her rearview mirror and now noticed Arthur and Emma in the backseat fooling around. “Hey! What y’all doin’?”
Emma pooped up and straightened out her skirt, covering Arthur’s creeping hand. “Nothing! We aren’t… doing anything. Though this is a very hot song.”
My heart is beating fast, shiver as you grab my neck…
As though following the instructions of the song, Jordan reached across the seats and wrapped his hand around Reina’s neck and she shivered as his long fingers tightened to coil around her thin flushed neck.
“Daddy…” Reina whispered and she smiled.
“Uh excuse me, could you guys show a little restraint.” Emma took her leg from Arthur’s lap and he pulled her back.
“I know you ain’t talkin’ Emma.” Jordan fired back.
“We’re not doing anything right Art?”
“Man I’m tryna get these panties off my wife, that’s what I’m doin’.” Arthur replied, and everyone burst out laughing; Emma hitting him again before kissing him. The small kiss turned into a dance of tongues.
Reina opened her window and Jordan sat back, “You hot?” he asked.
“It’s gettin’ hot in here.” She whispered back.
“Then you can give me back my jacket.”
“Ah, no!” She purred.
♡♡♡♡
Jordan leans back in his chair at the table in the dim lit, quite elegant, restaurant. The tables were all covered with black lace over a red cloth with white napkins inside empty wine glasses. Though the four glasses on this table had been filled and refilled over a dozen times since their patrons had sat down here. Jordan was thinking whether he should ask for another glass himself when Reina beat him to it, having both their glasses filled. Arthur took a sip from his glass and his wife tilted it up so he could drink more.
“Damn, y’all tryna get us drunk or somethin’?” Arthur asked, wiping his mouth.
“Maybe.” Emma blew him a kiss that he chased back to her dark oxblood red lips. “It is Valentine’s Day isn’t it. A day dedicated to feeding your loved one, getting them drunk and having sex with them.”
“Amen to that.” Reina chimed in.
Jordan laughed and gulped down his glass and toasted in the air when it was empty. Reina took his hand in hers and gripped it; running a finger up and down his palm. When her husband looked up at her with eyes full of passion, she nearly jumped him right then and there. But before the thought could even be played out in fantasy, Reina was snatched away from the table by her semi-drunk friend Emma.
‘We’ll be right back gentlemen!” Emma called back as she pulled Reina behind her as she jogged towards the ballrooms.
“Aye!” Arthur called Jordan’s attraction, “Man, I’m bout to be fuckin’ her in like ten minutes man!”
Jordan laughed and tried to contain himself but couldn’t. The nearby wait staff laughed as well from just the infectious vibes coming from the two.
In the bathroom, Emma quickly scanned the stalls and surrounding area to check if anyone else was in the small white and black tiled room.
“What are you doing?” Reina asked, confused and feeling a bit tipsy.
“I’m taking off my panties.” Emma whispered, already pulling down and stepping out of her blue lace panties; using Reina to balance as she raised each leg.
“Oh my god, are you serious?” Reina looked around expecting to see someone watching them and was relieved to see they were truly alone.
“Of course I’m serious. Arthur has been trying to take them off since we were in the car. I plan on handing it to him when I get back to the table and see what he does. I suggest you do it as well.”
Reina laughed and looked around again, “Are you serious?”
“Yes I’m serious. Do it right now before someone comes in.” Just as she finished, the door behind her opened and Emma balled up her panties in her fist, scuttling out of the bathroom giggling.
Reina stood frozen in the middle of the room and quickly ducked off into a stall to escape the judgmental gaze from the older white woman who had now entered the restroom.
Back at the table, Emma had now returned and sat up close to her husband, kicking her right leg over her lap and into Arthur’s.
“Hello, are you ok miss?” Arthur asked.
“Yes I am.” She reached down and took his hand, giving him a tight ball of lace and fabric.
“What’s this? Arthur pulled his hand up and his wife panicked, snatching it down before anyone could see; though Jordan got a glimpse of it and started laughing. “Oh, oh!” Arthur opened his hand under the table.
“Jordan, you didn’t see anything that my idiot husband just did! Ok?!” Emma pointed at him across the table.
Jordan nodded and took a sip of wine.
“Whelp, we leavin’.” Arthur stood up, picking up his wife and she shrieked; popping his shoulder and making him put her down.
“We have to leave now?” She asked, pulling down her skirt and reminding Arthur to hide the contents in his hand.
“Yeah we gotta go.”
“Where are we going darling?”
“We’ll get a room at the hotel across the street. Jordan if y’all decide to do the same let me know and I’ll cover you guys.”
“Will do. But I’m paying for dinner then.” Jordan finished his glass, “And I’ll send a bottle to y’all room too.”
to be continued...

***

DOUBLE DATE
By Darrell R. Jones

“See y’all later.” Emma put her coat on and Arthur put his arm around her as they left.
Reina stood in the stall still trying to contemplate whether she should take her panties off or not. She felt a bit braver when Emma was with her and considered it then, but the disruption from the older woman had stolen her last bit of courage. Then she heard the stall next to her open, followed by shifting and moving. After a few curses and scrambling heels, Reina saw a pair of white panties hit the floor before being scooped up by a fast wrinkled hand. Reina held in a laugh as the stall door quickly opened and the silver haired woman washed her hands and immediately exited the bathroom.
Reina giggled, feeling more relaxed and ready to make her decision.
At the table, Jordan was singing the check and giving a generous fifty percent tip to the wait staff after paying the four hundred dollar bill. The meal was excellent, his steak was cooked just right, the lobster with the butter was delectable and the effects of his high enhanced the meal that much more. If he remembered right, Arthur had the same meal and bragged about how much bigger his lobster was for most the night. Jordan would just laugh it off and counter with how much bigger his steak was. Emma had shrimp linguini alfredo with shrimps the size of prawns and Reina had chicken with rice and a small salad that both of them enjoyed; though that didn’t keep them from stealing from their husbands’ plates. Their glasses were never empty for very long, they didn’t have to wait ages for their dinner and not to mention the young waitress was quick witted and able to tangle with Arthur trying to mess with her all night. A trait Jordan had employed himself when he use to work food service.
Reina returned a bit flustered, scooting her chair in and looking for Arthur and Emma. “Where’d they go?”
“They said they were gettin’ a room across the street.” Jordan replied.
She laughed, “Is anything even available the day of Valentine’s Day? I’m sure everybody else in the restaurant is thinking the same thing.”
“Knowing Arthur, he probably got a room a month ago and Emma got one too so they ended up with two rooms over there.”
“That sounds about right.”
“They offered us the other room.” He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hand, staring at her with half closed eyes that sent a visible shiver through his wife.
Reina cleared her throat and put her closed hand into his lap. When he looked down and she turned her hand, palm open, he smiled at the wadded up ball of pink and black lace fabric.
“You too?” He asked.
Her eyes widened and she looked around, saying, “You saw that old lady too?”
“What?” He laughed and cupped her hand with his.
“The old lady? There was…” she paused to lower her voice as she leaned in closer to him, 
 “There was this old lady who took her panties off in the bathroom. How’d you find out?”
He laughed, “I did not know this. I was talking about Emma. Arthur made the mistake of showing me at the table when she gave it to him.”
Reina laughed and shook her head. “Those two.”
“So were you ready to go miss?”
“Wait, we didn’t get dessert daddy.” She looked around for the waitress, hoping to flag her down.
“We got a small box of chocolate covered strawberries baby.” He slid the gold box to her view from the other side of the table; an etching of the restaurant’s name written over the top.
“Oh, ok. Well let’s get while the gettin’s good.” Reina stood up from the table and fixed her skirt. “Did you already pay the bill daddy?” She reached into her purse pulling out two hundred dollar bills.
“I already paid, what you doin’?”
“Did you tip already?”
“Yes I left a tip.”
“What was it?”
“Enough, c’mon.”
“Daddy wait!” She put down the two hundred dollars under the center candle and Jordan popped her behind, making her jump.
“If you call me daddy again I’ma end up fuckin’ you before we get to the room. Now hurry up.” He started leaving and Reina went bounding after him, turning around to go scoop up the box of strawberries.
Across the street, Arthur was getting the room key while his wife sat in a chair behind him, rubbing her hand between her legs as she watched him. Men in suits, couples touching all over each other and hotel staff all made their way past her, none the wiser to the small game between the interracial married couple waiting for their room. Emma bet she could get off before Arthur got the room key and Arthur was sure she’d get caught. She never was much for being quiet, though somehow she was managing the feat and still sliding her middle finger along the slit that was her pussy lips. She moaned softly and pulled her left hand away from her lap to cover her mouth. Arthur looked over his shoulder, watching her and feeling himself grow in his pants knowing what she was doing.
“Here you are sir.” The woman behind the desk said as she handed Arthur the key card to room 432.
“Four, three, two. That works way too well. I’m feeling lucky now.”
The woman giggled as he thanked her and stepped away from the desk to rejoin his wife.
“Hello darling.” Emma whispered through heavy breathing, staring up at him with hungry eyes.
“I got the key… did you finish up?”
“I finished.”
“Really? I’m impressed.”
“Well I’m very fluent with the way my body works. It’s quite simple for me to--” She stood to her feet and her husband tucked his hand between her legs and brushed her clit with his thumb. She arched up on her toes in reaction and reached down to grab his wrist, though he had already pulled away.
“To the elevator ma’am, and be quick about ‘et.” Arthur mocked her accent with a cocky smile and she snapped her jaw at him.
Once they reached the elevator, Arthur pushed the button and waited for the doors to open with his wife’s red bottom, black heels clicking and clacking behind him as she strutted his way. He looked over his shoulder and watched her and felt his blood heat up as she bounced her way to him.
“Good lawd.” He said when she got to him.
“What?” She looked down at herself as though she had spilled something on her clothes; her skirt swirling as she turned and moved.
“Is all this mine?” He gestured to all of her and she rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips.
“Shut up and push the button.”
“I already did.” He watched her fix her skirt and enjoyed the way her butt jiggled as she did. For a petite little thing, Emma was still very curvy and voluptuous for her size. Arthur liked to joke and blame it on all the fish and chips she ate. The elevator opened and before stepping in, he smacked his wife’s ass and whistled.
“Behave. Wait until…”she stepped in and thumbed the door close button a few times until they slid shut. “We’re alone.” She pressed him against the back wall and began tonguing him down while he gripped and grabbed her ass.
“What floor are we on?” She asked through heavy pants.
“The fourth.”
She turned around, pushed all the buttons between G and 4 and backed up on her husband. “That doesn’t seem like enough time.” She pinned him against the wall with her body and reached back to find his cock; stiffening between his legs before she got a hand on it.
“Not much time at all.” He whispered.
“Should we wait until we get to the room then?” she began stroking him through his jeans and he grabbed her waist.
“Fuck.” He buried his face in her burnt red hair.
“Should we wait darling?” She asked again and Arthur responded by pulling up her skirt in the back and unzipping his pants. Again she asked him if they should wait, but by then he was bending his knees just slightly and positioning himself to enter her.
Emma let out a soft moan and the doors in front of her opened; though no one entered. Arthur began a slow pumping motion and Emma backed up on him in turn as she bent forward to hit the close button with the tip of her extended middle finger. As the lift began to climb to the next floor, Arthur started to slam into her as he held her waist and she clawed at the front of her skirt to keep it in place. When the door opened again, her eyes grew wide when a cleaning lady boarded with a cart full of cleaning supplies. Arthur held his wife close and stayed inside her, while Emma closed her eyes and listened to his seductive whispers.
“That pussy so good baby. I could fuckin’ go to sleep in that shit.”
“Wait.” She whispered back.
“So fuckin’ wet, and tight, and hot.”
“Art…”
“Is that pussy mine baby?”
“Oh my god.” She said after exhaling deeply and the elevator reached the next floor.
The cleaning lady exited, suspicious though unawares, and Emma quickly hit the close button again.
“Is it mine?” Arthur started up again and Emma tensed up, standing on her toes; trying to inch away but Arthur had her arms pulled back now and retrained her at the elbows. “Is it mine?” He asked again.
“You know it is!” She moaned back.
“Then tell me it is.”
“Oh, this pussy’s yours! It’s yours! It’s yours!”
He picked up speed and pounded into her while she continued repeating the same words, over and over again until the door opened again and they had reached their floor. He slowed down, she climbed off him when his grip loosened on her arms and turned around to suck the head of his dick.
“This our floor baby.” Arthur licked his lips while watching her work.
“Hmm?” She slobbed and spit on him and jacked the head as she turned around to look. “See… I told you not enough time.”
Reina and Jordan crossed the street to the hotel, holding hands as they made their way across the busy intersection. The light was green but the little man in the crosswalk light had now turned into a countdown from ten. She quickened stride and worked the shit out of her heels as she did; strutting alongside her husband. His coat still on her shoulders but the brisk night air didn’t seem to be bothering him; his sleeves rolled up and his tie floating around his neck. She was anxious to rip off that tie along with the rest of his clothes and the anticipation was driving her crazy.
When they made it across the street and into the building, Jordan looked back at his wife and noticed she had been staring at him for quite a while. “You ok?” He asked as they approached the front counter.
“Yes.” She nodded, gitty as a school girl.
He smiled, “Ok. You just starin’ at me.”
“I can’t stare at you?”
“It’s distracting.”
With an intake of breath and a refreshed burst of the scent from her husband’s coat, she grabbed his ass and squeezed.
“Calm down miss.” He said, licking his lips as the woman behind the counter greeted him.
“Yes, can I help you sir?” She asked.
“We’re looking for a room.”
“Oh, I’m sorry sir, but all our rooms are booked.” The woman replied with a saddened, apologetic expression.
“We already have one so I guess we’re just trying to get checked in.” Jordan drummed his fingers on the counter, looking around for Arthur anywhere.
“Oh, ok. The name on the room?”
“Uh, Arthur Davenport.”
After a few clicks she looked up at him, shaking her head; unable to find the name. “Sorry sir, I can’t…”
“Try Jordan Powell.”
Once again she looked up at him, shaking her head.
“Emma Davenport?” Reina chimed in.
“Art Works?”
“Yes! There is a room under the name Art Works.  Two actually.” The woman went to work to get their room keys.
“Art Works?” Reina looked confused.
“It’s Arthur’s pen name.” Jordan replied, still looking around for him.
“Hey…” Reina called for her husband’s attention and kissed him when he looked at her. When they parted she licked his lips as she stepped away, then licked her own; trying to savor the taste of his mouth to the last morsel.
He stared at her, with eyes that saw her more than she saw herself and revealed the sexiest part of her to him. Her naked and beautiful heart that he would do anything to protect and make happy. She felt that, and that’s why she said softly, “I love you.” And he said it in turn as the woman behind the desk gave him two key cards.
Arthur held his wife up against the wall of their hotel room, fucking her against said wall. They had barely made it through the door and closed it before they were clawing and groping and grabbing and kissing and sucking each other all over. Emma had been bent over with her lips wrapped around her husband’s dick, sucking it not more than ten or fifteen minutes ago. She couldn’t be sure because she had lost all concept of time immediately after Arthur snatched off her skirt and growled at the sight of her black garter belt and stockings. He always did like the way she looked in corsets and garters and stockings.
He then lifted her, pressed her back against the wall and began drilling into her nonstop for the past ten or fifteen minutes. Emma had come and gone so many times now she had lost count. She was just a screaming mess, squirming and coming as her husband nailed her to the wall. He finally offered her a blissful mercy by placing her down on wobbly legs and stepped back to look at her; stroking his erect cock as his eyes raced around her curves. Emma stood against the wall breathing hard, her hair over her face as she chewed at her lip. Her skin was turning pink all over from a full body flush. Stepping towards her husband with about two steps, she instinctively found the place where his head met her wet mouth between her legs. Though instead of taking one more step and letting him enter her, she rested there and slid up and down the very tip of his dick.
“Fuck!” Arthur let out, about to move forward himself when Emma pulled away.
“No, no.” She pulled her hair back behind her head and used a band to tie it. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”
She got down on her knees and took her husband into her mouth. She had warmed up enough earlier and had now went to deep throat all ten inches of Arthur’s long, three fingers thick cock. She gagged and spit and choked but performed the feat flawlessly. Arthur held her ponytail and slowly began pumping his hips as she slobbed and sucked on him, moaning softly.
“I fucking love you!” Arthur whispered, his eyes rolling back along with his head.
“I fucking love this big ass cock!” Emma replied, stroking him with both hands in a twisting motion.
He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss her, “You love it?”
“Yeah. I fucking love it.” She whispered back, her hands still wrapped around his length.
“Fuck, you so fuckin’ sexy!”
She gripped his base and played with the head, spitting on him and sucking on him every other minute. He grabbed her round full breast and squeezed, making her moan and start bobbing on him with her mouth wide open.
“Hurry up and get in that bed, I’m bout to fuck the shit outta you.”
She giggled, “Yeah? Can you?”
“Can I?” He looked almost upset by the comment.
“Can you? Can you manage that?”
Arthur scooped up his laughing wife and carried her to the bed; stripping off the rest of his clothes when he reached the queen size bed in the middle of the room.
Jordan stood in the middle of the elevator, staring at his wife on the other side of him. The elevator was packed with six other people, talking and laughing with each other while the lift continued up. Reina had planned to start something once they were alone, but as soon as they stepped on to the lift they were accompanied by this large group who even separated the married couple. Standing against the wall with Jordan so close yet unreachable, Reina began to get frustrated and started to pout. But Jordan was turned on by just watching her stand alone, surrounded by three guys talking about some basketball game. He took pleasure in looking at her as if he didn’t know her.
“I’m sorry, are we in the way man?” One of the guys asked, looking back and forth between Jordan and Reina.
“Oh it’s ok. Don’t worry about it.” Jordan replied.
Reina looked at him and turned away again, still pouting. “I don’t know him, sorry.” She said, lifting her hand now to show her large diamond wedding ring, “And I’m married.”
“Well your husband is a lucky man.” Jordan said.
Reina just nodded and the doors opened in front of her. She stepped off and Jordan followed after squeezing through the other passengers. One of the girls behind him made hushed comments about how fine he was and her friend added how good he smelled. The doors closed behind him and Jordan put his hands in his pockets, following after his wife. She peered back at him, occasionally but continued down the hall at a pace that suggested that they really weren’t together.
“So where’s your husband?” Jordan asked, taking a leisure stroll behind her.
Reina snapped around and said, “Excuse me?”
“Where’s your husband?” He asked again, catching up to her.
“He’s… coming up. He wanted to get another room key.”
Jordan laughed and shook his head. It often took a lot of coaxing to get Reina to role play because she always claimed she was no good at it. But she was doing a wonderful job of playing a married woman tempted by a stranger. He wondered when the idea came to her head. Was it when she said she didn’t know him in the elevator or before even that?
“What room number are you? Maybe we’re headed the same way.” Jordan continued, then Reina suddenly stopped in front of a door and pointed at the number.
“This is my room.” She locked eyes with him and quickly turned away. “Baby I don’t know if I can keep this up.” She pouted, speaking to him as herself now.
“Rei, just go with it. It’s ok, just do what you want. But if you not feeling it, it’s coo.”
“But I wouldn’t cheat on you.”
He laughed, “You’re not.”
“But… if I keep going I’m gonna have to make up some reason why I’m fucking some guy I just met while my husband is downstairs getting room keys! Stop laughing!”
She hit his shoulder while Jordan held his stomach, cracking up. “Rei, you thinking too much baby. It’s just me and you. Tell me what you wanna do. You wanna role play? We can do that. If not--”
“Well… you should probably get going. My husband is the jealous type and if he saw us together he’d think the worst.” Reina returned to character and it brought a sly smile to her husband’s face.
“Well miss… that’s crazy because, this is my room.”
“What, that’s impossible.”
He pulled out his room key, inserted the card in the slot provided above the door handle and turned after removing the card and the light flashed green.
“Yeah looks like my room too.” He said.
Reina looked at him confused, “This doesn’t make any sense.” She pushed the door open and Jordan followed her in. “We reserved this room weeks ago.”
“I don’t know what to tell you lady.” Jordan fell back on the bed and propped himself on his elbows. “But this is my room and I intend on staying.”
Reina crossed her arms, turning her chin up at him, “Sir, you have to leave before my husband gets here.”
Jordan undid his belt and pulled it off. Next was his button and his fly and Reina shuttered at the sight of his bulging burgundy boxer briefs.
“Look lady, I’m tired and all I wanna do is go to sleep, so…” He moved to the edge of the bed and started taking off his shoes.
“What… you think undressing is gonna make me leave?” She marched around to the other side of the bed and sat down; her arms still crossed.
Jordan laughed but continued to undress. “So you’re just gonna stay in here?”
“Yup.”
“Even if I get naked?” He stood up and let his pants hit the floor.
Reina chewed at her lip wanting to reach out and grab him, but choose to remain in character and play along. “This is very inappropriate. Could you please put your pants back on?”
“Could you leave my room?”
“Ok, you know what…” She stood up and started to undress as well, “Maybe I’ll just get naked too. What now?”
Jordan smiled and started unbuttoning his shirt while Reina pulled her dress up over her head; throwing it across the room. Jordan’s shirt came open and he looked at his wife in only her black lace bra; the light from the lamp behind her illuminating her bronze skin and giving her a glow. She stared back at him, equally burning with desire as Jordan pulled out his nine inch monster and started playing with it.
“Excuse me!” She flushed and turned her head just slightly, the sweet spot between her legs quickly becoming wetter than it already was.
“I told you… this is my room and you’re gonna have to leave miss.” Jordan looked at the curve her ass made when she turned to the side and began long smooth strokes up and down his shaft.
Reina turned to watch him and decided, two could play this game, as she placed a finger into her mouth and covered it in her saliva before winding a trail down to her kitty. “That’s fine. It doesn’t bother me.” She said, locking eyes with her mate.
For a solid five minutes, Jordan and Reina stood on opposite sides of the bed, pleasuring themselves and watched each other. Both slow at first, neither of them looking down at the other’s genitalia. It was a staring contest that was driving Reina crazy, but she refused to lose. Jordan, cocky as ever, kept a grin on his face as he kept his eyes on hers; not looking any lower than her shoulders.
Reina inhaled deeply, “Ooh fuck.” She whispered, watching her husband’s bicep flex as he handled himself; wishing she was the one doing it.
Jordan chuckled before flicking his tongue out at her, then made his way around the bed to stand right in front of her; still jacking his dick off. Reina tried her best to stay focused and not look down but failed miserably when she felt Jordan’s head brush against her clit.
“I win.” Jordan whispered.
And before he knew it, Reina had bent over and taken him into her mouth. She continued playing with herself, but bobbed and swirled on her husband as she did.
“What about your husband?” He asked, watching her work and reaching to smack each of her butt cheeks.
Reina took his dick out of her mouth long enough to say, “I’m bout to fuck him right now.”
♡♡♡♡
Out in the courtyard area, Jordan and Arthur sat in two reclining chairs as they passed a blunt back forth until it was no more than a roach. There were no complaints about the smell or the smoke seeing as the two men were outside at 3am in the morning and no one was around.
“What’s y’all room number?” Jordan asked, trying to pass the nearly gone jay to his friend.
“I’m good,” Arthur said, waving it away and tucking his hands back into the pockets of his cotton white robe. “Room 432. Why?”
“I think we heard y’all.” Jordan put out the joint and stomped it to be sure.
Arthur laughed and turned to him. “What room y’all in? I think we heard y’all!”
“I think 430 or 434. You probably did. Reina was hollering when I was hittin’ it from the back.”
“Em is always cussin’ and yellin’ hella loud wit her thick ass accent.”
Jordan laughed and looked up at where he thought their rooms were as a curtain opened.
Reina stood at the window looking down at the two best friends as clouds of smoke rose up around them.
“Are they smoking?” Emma asked, eating a chocolate covered strawberry as she sat in Reina and Jordan’s bed.
“Looks like it.” Reina giggled and opened her robe to flash her husband down below.
“Excuse me! My husband is down there too you know!” Emma threw a pillow at her and it hit her legs before she came back to the bed.
“Sorry, sorry. But I don’t think he saw me.” She took out one of the big, coated strawberries and bit into it; the rush of juices and chocolate flooding her mouth.
“Did you two hear us from here?” Emma asked, flipping through channels on the flat screen against the wall in front of them.
Reina wiped her mouth, cleared her throat and answered with, “ ‘Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me Arthur!’ ” She smiled and laughed from impersonating her friend; accent and all.
Emma hit her with another pillow and retorted with, “Don’t think I couldn’t hear you! ‘Oh Jordan! Oh Jordan! I’m about to… AHHH!’ ”
Reina put her hand over Emma’s mouth as she started to get louder. They both laughed at each other and laid back on the bed.

***

WARM BED
By Darrell R. Jones

Reina woke up in the warm bed and for a moment was blinded by the sunlight coming through the windows near the bed. She turned over and saw Jordan sleeping awkwardly like he always did, but one of his outstretched arms had somehow found its way around her waist and was holding her close. She wasn’t sure when he came to bed last night but after waking up at two a.m. and turning off the TV, she begged for him to finish his work and come to bed. Knowing him he probably still stayed up for another half hour or so. She couldn’t blame him. He was a night owl. She tried to wait up for him, watching TV and eating ice cream, she dozed off at some point and awoke again to the sounds of birds chirping outside and next to a man she wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning for the rest of her life.

In fact she demanded it. She hated waking up in the morning and her husband wasn’t beside her. It would usually be due to him working on his writing so late that he’d fall asleep at his desk in his study or the few times he went out and stayed out all night. These times were rare though and she didn’t hold it against him. She was just very happy to see him, lying next to her, still sleep with his lips slightly parted and his chest rising and falling with each breath. She could really sit and stare at him all day if she wanted to. He’d sometimes wake up to her watching him and say,

“What’chu starin’ at weirdo?” Jordan mumbled and Reina laughed when he pulled the covers over his head.

“You!” Her whisper traveled through their blankets and Jordan grunted back. “I can’t stare at you?”

Jordan grunted again, “Don’t you gotta go to work?”

“It’s Saturday dummy.”

He grunted again.

“What time did you come to bed?” She sat up on her elbows, cupping her face with her hands after pulling the cover from Jordan’s face; he snored in response. “Jordan? Did you really just fall back asleep?”

He grunted and turned over, “What time is it?”

“7:30.”

He moaned and grunted, “It’s too early.”

Reina smiled and turned him back over, climbing on top of him. “No it’s not. You want me to go make breakfast?”

“Too early.”

She laid her head on his chest and made circles on his abdomen with her index finger. “What time did you come to bed?”

“Don’t remember.”

“Get any work done?”

“Yeah.” He sighed deeply. “Then I watched some anime for an hour.”

She laughed and sat up, kissing his chest and then his lips. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

It was like a dream. Some kind of fantasy you hear about in those romance books or movies. Reina stared at him again for a moment longer just enjoying the view as Jordan dozed off back to sleep. She would’ve let him too, if not for feeling his morning wood pressed against her inner thigh. Her mind flooded with wicked and naughty thoughts but she remained still and motionless, waiting for her husband to slip deeper into his sleep. Jordan was a heavy sleeper. Once he was out you could march a band with an elephant through their bedroom and he’d sleep right through it; then try and say he heard it in the morning.

Reina lay patiently waiting for the right moment to hatch her mischievous plan. When his breathing slowed and he didn’t answer to her whispering his name, she knew the time to attack was now. Very slowly, she slid from on top of him and moved to his side. He moved and reached for her, but she dodged his hands and waited for him to settle. Once he did, she very gently began slipping her right hand into his sweat pants and found his swollen cock. She started slowly squeezing and stroking his head which caused him to move and she stopped. After a few seconds, she started again, faster and harder now and his breathing picked up. Tired of not being able to see Jordan’s rock hard dick, she pulled it out gently and cursed at the sight of it. It was so big and so beautiful. It made her mouth water. Both of them.

She took his shaft in her hand and stood his long dick up to once again curse at its magnificent length. She was rushing her plans but she couldn’t take it any longer. She had to put her mouth on it. She wrapped her lips around his head and ran her tongue under his ridges. When he moaned, she stopped and pulled her mouth away, leaving his cock slick with her saliva. The coating made it look that much more appetizing as she used it to work Jordan’s full length. His breathing matched her pace and slowly sped up with each up and down motion. He moaned again but still remained fast asleep. Reina smiled with a sinister grin and put both hands on him, stroking him. When he started to dry, she spit on him and used it as lubrication; jacking his dick off with much gusto. It was a feast for the eyes and Reina found her playing with pussy while she watched his dick throb and felt his heart beat through the veiny thick rod. She went down again and sucked him slowly, deep throating him to the point where she could lick his balls with him still in her mouth.

When she pulled away to catch her breath, she left his lap soaked with saliva and spit; messy wasn’t even the word. She wiped her mouth and laughed at the joy of being able to do this and not wake up her husband. His breathing had picked up and he was downright panting, but he still remained asleep somehow; or was a very good actor. But if Jordan really was awake, he would’ve said something He never could just sit still and enjoy a blowjob. He had to grab something or spank something or suck something or lick something. She loved all that as much as he did, but sometimes Reina just wanted to suck some dick and that’s it. She loved the way it felt when he would slide in and out of her mouth, her tongue latching on to him, trying to pull him back in like she’d never taste it again. She loved sucking her husband’s dick.

Though looking at it now made her kitty purr and fingering herself wasn’t enough. Her thin fingers weren’t filling her the way Jordan filled her. She climbed on top of him, stood over him squatting and teased herself by rubbing his tip against her clit. She looked down and watched it, cursing under her breath.

“What’chu doin’ now weirdo?” Jordan whispered and startled her, causing her to drop down and slam his cock inside her.

“Oooh fuck!” She laughed and looked up at him.

“You rapin’ me in my sleep?” Her husband asked; his eyes no more than slits.

“You don’t need to be scarin’ me sir.”

“I’m scarin’ you? You the one rapin’ me.” His voice was still thick with drowsiness.  “How long you been molesting me?”

“Shh. It’s just a dream baby. Shh, it’s ok.”

“This ain’t no dream.”

Reina bit down on her tongue to keep from laughing. “Yes it is.”

“Well this is one hellova realistic dream.”

He tried to sit up and Reina pushed him back down. “No, stay right there. I’m not done yet.”

“Why didn’t you just wake me up?”

 “I wanted to take advantage of you.” She slowly rocked on top of him, driving his stiff cock deep inside her.

“You don’t have to.” Jordan moaned and closed his eyes.

“I know. I still wanted to.”

Jordan blew her a kiss as he raised his hips and began a slow pumping motion. He matched her speed and let her control the tempo, only helping out when he saw fit. She started bouncing on him; her mouth hanging open as she gasped and moaned. Aside from the soft sounds coming from Reina, their bedroom was echoing the slapping sound her ass was making, each time she came down and her cheeks smacked his thighs. Jordan watched her, watched her body move and licked his lips staring at her though his sleepy eyes. The look on his face was so sexy Reina thought she could come just from looking at him. And she did. Her body shook, her head fell and she buried her face into the pillows as she screamed.

Once the sensation began to recede, she started to sit up when Jordan began pumping back harder. She dropped back down into the pillows and had to bite down on one; clawing at the sheets and blankets while her husband pounded into her giving her multiple orgasms.

“It’s good? It’s good?” Jordan whispered.

She nodded and felt his pace increase.

“Tell me then.”

She moaned and screamed, trying to say the words, but nothing could be understood.

“Tell me it’s good.”

“IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD!” She hit the bed with one hand and bit her lip; Jordan growling in response and continued pounding into her.

The orgasms just coming and Reina no longer could match her husband’s rhythm. She instead let him work her over while she begged for him to come. Pleaded for him to come. She couldn’t take it anymore. After what felt like twenty minutes, Jordan finally shouted that he was coming and she jumped off him; going down to catch her husband’s seed in her mouth and on her face. She sucked his head and continued jacking him off, trying to milk every last drop out of him as his body shook and jerked to her continued stimulation.

“Fuck! You so fuckin’ nasty!” Jordan growled, trying to pull away from her.

Reina nodded with her lips still wrapped around his dick and holding the base. Each time he tried to pull free or push her off, she slapped his hands away and sucked harder.

“FUCK! Reina! Let it go baby! Ain’t no more!” Jordan yelled, chills running through him accompanied by electricity that made his knees weak. “Stop!”

She shook her head and squeezed his shaft while playing with his balls. Finally she bid him mercy and freed his dick from her vise grip; it made a pop as it came from her mouth. Jordan fell back on the bed and put an arm over his face.

“Was it good?” Reina asked mockingly.

Her husband laughed, “I’ma whup yo ass.”

“Was it good?”

“Hell yeah it was.”

***



Sexting
By Darrell R. Jones

Jordan rolled over in bed, tangled in the sheets and comforter.  It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the morning light but when they did, he saw his wife sitting at the edge of the bed putting her shoes on. She had been unaware of his sudden stirring until the bed moved when he sat up.
“Oh. Did I wake you baby?” Reina spun around; bright eyes on a wary face.
“Yup. All that noise.” He threw a pillow at her and she threw it back.
“Liar.” She stood up in a black pencil skirt and white blouse. Her outfit hugged her curves and as a result accentuated her already mind blowing figure. She avoided eye contact with her husband because of the heated look he gave her.
Jordan looked over at the clock near the bed and noticed it was 6:49. “Why you leavin’ so early?”
“I gotta go in for this stupid meeting.” She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t even need to be there but Franklin wants special department heads to just sit in. How do I look?”
Jordan’s hazel eyes regarded his wife and with no words, gave her his answer.
“See, I wanted to get out of here before you woke up.” She went to her night stand to gather her phone and purse.
“Come here.” Jordan whispered.
“No, Jordan, I have to go.”
“What time you gotta be there?” His tongue peeked out from behind his lips and Reina took a deep breath.
“Eight.”
“You got plenty of time.”
“No I have to be there early.”
“Come here.”
“Jordan… I gotta go baby.”
“Reina…come here.”
At the sound of her name from her husband’s lips, she found herself biting her own. She sighed again and made her way around the bed to Jordan’s side. When she sat down next to him, and before she could warn him to behave, he took her chin and kissed her fiercely. So fierce it caused a reaction in her body she couldn’t control and quickly pulled away from her husband’s embrace.
“No Jordan.” Breathless, Reina tried getting up but Jordan pulled her back down.
“Rei…” He took her hand and placed it on his hidden erection; hard underneath the covers.
His wife gasped and tried again to get up but moved as though an invisible weight were in her lap. “Jordan! You need to stop! You are making leaving for this dumb meeting harder than it already is.”
“Then fuck that meeting.” He grabbed her and pulled his shrieking wife on top of him. “I’ll call Franklin and let him know you got caught up with something.”
“And then you’ll have Franklin calling me trying to reschedule a one on one or somethin’.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Frank is your type too, I don’t want you alone with him for too long.”
She flicked his nose, a bit offended by the comment about her tastes for older men in her past. “Shut up. I love you.” She sat up, looking at Jordan, and the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt made it even harder to stand up from the bed.
“I love you more.” Jordan said before his wife leaned in to kiss him; he pulled her when she tried to leave. “You just gonna leave me with a hard dick?”
“Mmm.” She turned on her heel and headed for the door, “I really don’t want to.”
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“And with the new projections for this month, we’re looking at more than three times our numbers from previous quarters.” Jensen carried on, droning for what felt like hours.
Reina had reached a level beyond boredom, rolling her eyes for the hundred thousandth time while she scanned the room for anyone still listening.  The young interns had no choice but to listen but all the others who were still following the presentation were braver than her; she had long since pulled out her phone and had been texting her friend Emma under the table.
Speaking of; a sudden buzz in Reina’s hand signaled a new message from the former London native.
Emma: Oh my god! Just throw a bunch of papers on the floor and leave.
Reina smiled, reading the message and replied quickly.
Reina: Lmao! And what will that do?
Emma: They’ll think you’re crazy and let you leave with no question. Then you can come with me to go shoe shopping, or to the movies. Or the mall to look at boys.
Reina had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. She was surprised no one had noticed her antics, but everyone who wasn’t watching Jensen continue in that dull monotone voice was on their own phone; or tablet, or that goofy Google glass. Another buzz in her hand and Reina looked down at her phone wondering what new foolproof plan Emma had devised for her to escape this torture. But instead it was a message from her husband; a pleasant surprise.
Hubby: How’s the meeting? Still there?
Reina: Yesss! And I feel like I’m slowly dying!
Hubby: Well it sounds like fun then.
Reina: No sir, it is not!
She smiled while she prepared to type her next message, asking him what he was up to, but before she could hit send he had already sent another text.
Hubby: What are you doing?
Reina: Sitting in the meeting. What are you doing mister?
Hubby: Still in bed. Wishing you hadn’t left.
Reina: So do I.
“… I know we all get tired of that.” Jensen made some quip that appeased the audience here, but Reina couldn’t join in on the small wave of laughter; her texting seemed more enthralling.
Two buzzes back to back and Reina knew both Emma and Jordan had texted her at the same time. She smiled and read Emma’s message first.
Emma: Set something on fire! Do you have any matches?
Reina burst out laughing, startling the people in her immediate area, then trailed off when she noticed and gave Jensen a thumbs up, “I… just got it, ha ha.”
With a crooked smile, Jensen continued while Reina tried smothering her fits caused by Emma’s outrageous escape plan. She went to her husband’s text and her laughter was replaced by stunned awe.
Hubby: You know I’m still hard from earlier.
Reina: Oh my. Really?
Hubby: Yup
Reina: Well I wish I could help you with that.
Hubby: You could’ve if you didn’t leave so quick.
Reina: I had to be at this meeting daddy.
Hubby: And now you’re calling me “daddy.”
Reina smiled knowing how much her man loved when she called him daddy. She went back to Emma’s texts and decided to let her know about the situation with Jordan.
Reina: I should’ve stayed home!
Emma: So leave and go there.
Emma: After you stop by and bring me a bagel.
Reina: Lol. I think I’d rather go straight home. Jordan was just texting me about how I should’ve stayed.
Emma: Oh ho. I’m guessing you guys were going to do it before you left.
Reina: Lmao! Em!
Another buzz told her Jordan was vying for her attention. When she went to his message, for half a second she thought she was looking at a picture of a king size chocolate bar, but quickly put away her phone when she realized what it really was. Her husband had decided to go from telling her how hard he was to showing her with a dick pic. She looked around trying to ensure no one else saw her package then replied to his brave showing.
Reina: Oh my god! Jordan! You can’t send me pictures like that right nw!
Hubby: Didn’t like it?
Reina: You know I fucking love that dick, but you cant just send me pictures whn I’m in the middle of a meeting.
Hubby: It’s your fault. You did it.
Reina: Oh my god…
Hubby: Did you like it?
Reina: I fucking love it daddy.
Another message from Emma came in but frankly Reina was too absorbed with her husband’s conversation. Another picture came in and she lit up at the excitement that was starting to brew in her nether regions; like the slow boil of a pot on a stove. The new picture included the cuts of his pelvic muscles with the bottom half of his chiseled abs; all while he gripped the base of his lengthy erection. Hiding her phone between her legs, Reina looked at the picture half a dozen times before reading the text attached to the picture.
Reina: Stop it!
Hubby: You didn’t like that one either?
Reina: You’ve got my mouth watering.
Hubby: Oh so you did like it?
Reina: You know I do. Now I’m all hot and bothered. Fuck!
Hubby: I’d very much love to fuck you right now.
Reina, fidgeting around in her swiveling chair, looked at the picture again with a greedy reverence. She wanted so badly to just reach through the phone and grab her husband’s beautiful cock.
“Are you texting Jordan?” A voice whispered over her shoulder.
Reina nearly had a heart attack before tucking her phone away under the long conference table; placing it face down on her thigh. She looked to her left and saw Steve leaning over to her wearing a playful smile. “What? No! I’m jus—I wasn’t on my phone, I was checking my calendar!”
“It’s cool Reina. Though you really should be paying attention to the meeting rather than your phone.”
Steve’s joking demeanor and nonchalant attitude lead Reina to believe he hadn’t seen the picture on her phone. She relaxed somewhat and her heartbeat started to return to normal.
“Shut up Steve.” She stuck her tongue at him and pointed out all the other people on their phones or tablets or other electronic vices.
He laughed before fixing his red skinny tie and pointing at Jensen, “You guys are missing out. He’s touching on some really serious stuff.”
“I’m sure he is.”
A buzz on her thigh interrupted their hushed exchange and the vibrations through her leg found their way to her g spot; stimulating her and rousing the fire even more. She flipped over her phone hoping for another dick pic but instead got a message from Emma.
“Jordan again?” Steve asked.
“No. Stay out of my phone Steve.”
Emma: You should tell him to send you a dick pic.
Reina: Who Jordan?
Emma: Who else?! Unless you have a slew of ready gentlemen who enjoy sending you pictures of their dicks. And if so, send me copies of the nice looking ones.
Reina: Lol. No, there’s only one dick I want to see and sorry, but I’m not sharing.
Another buzz; Jordan.
Hubby: Can I fuck you miss?
Reina: No. But I can fuck you.
Hubby: Well then come do that.
Reina: Oooh I wish I could!
Hubby: Yeah? What would you do if you were here?
Reina rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply. A million answers came to mind when posed with the question and she licked her lips as her fingers began typing out a few.
Reina: I would suck that dick so good daddy.
Hubby: Yeah?
Reina: I’d ride it. I’d bounce on it. I’d play with it. I’d cum on it.
Hubby: Fuck baby. You gon let me eat it?
Reina: Only if you ask nicely.
Her husband’s reply came in the form of a full body image in front of their bedroom mirror, naked. He was all glistening and wet hard muscles, obviously from getting into the hall closet and going crazy with the baby oil; he looked like a melting chocolate Adonis. Phone in one hand and dick in the other, Jordan cracked a smile though the photo cut off half his beautiful face. Reina gasped and slapped her phone down on her thigh; her face starting to turn crimson. A flood had found its way in her lap and she chewed her lip with her eyes closed; the image still fresh in her mind.
The buzz from her phone sent a shiver through her body and stimulated her kitty further. She flipped her phone over to a message from her friend. Regrettably Reina’s mind was on other more exciting conversations and so she didn’t read Emma’s message, she just went to reply.
Reina: Sorry Em, I’m gonna have to call you later.
Emma: Oh, did you get in trouble for texting?
Reina: My husband just sent me naked pictures, so…
Emma: Lol! Oh my god, send them to me!
Reina: LMAO! No!
A buzz. Her heart fluttered and her blood went hot. It was Jordan.
Hubby: I keep sending pictures and not getting responses.
Reina: Daddy… you cant send me pictures like that when I’m at work!
Hubby: Why?
Reina: You got my pussy so wet.
Hubby: Oh yeah? How wet?
Reina: Flooding. DRENCHED sir.
Hubby: Mm. I wanna put my mouth on it.
Reina: I wanna put my mouth on YOU.
Hubby: Can I eat it from behind Rei?
Reina: OOH FUCK!
Hubby: I just wanna make out with your pussy.
Reina: Stop!
Hubby: You can stay dressed. I get naked.
Reina: Yeah…
Hubby: Pull your skirt up and fuck u on that conference room table.
Reina jumped in her seat and bumped the table, startling one or two people. She smiled nervously, embarrassed by the sudden jolt, but when she saw Jensen hadn’t been interrupted she straightened up in her seat and went back to her vivid story teller of a husband.
Reina: I’m gonna fuck you up when I get home!
Hubby: Please do.
Reina: Oh my god daddy… why are you doing this to me?
Hubby: I told you why. Is the meeting over yet?
 Reina looked up at Jensen still prattling on but the words “in conclusion” could be heard among the droning.
Reina: Soon hopefully.
Hubby: You should come home afterwards so I can fuck you.
Reina: Mmm… I’m gonna have to come home anyway.
Hubby: Why’s that?
“Well, thank you Jensen for your presentation.” Galloway stood up from his chair near the front and shook Jensen’s nervous hand before he went to his seat. “If any of you have any questions, please feel free to stick around… otherwise you’re all free to go--”
At the sound of “go,” Reina was out her chair and damn near to the elevator the way she took off out the conference room.
Back home, Jordan was lying in bed, still naked while scroll through Tumblr; waiting for his wife’s reply. When his phone went off, he went to Reina’s message.
Wifey: You made me ruin my underwear.
Jordan: Did I really?
Wifey: I’m soaked Jordan!
Jordan: Lol. I like you soaked.
Wifey: You keep sending me naked pictures and talking so nasty.
Jordan: I can’t help it. You made me this way.
His wife’s next message had with it an attached photograph of her hand and fingers covered in a thick, gooey fluid that Jordan recognized instantly. Under the picture were the words “Look what you did to me!”
Jordan: Fuck baby. Hurry up and get home, I want that.
Wifey: Lol. Oh you want this?
Another picture, this time of Reina sucking on one of her fingers.
Jordan: You are so fucking nasty.
Wifey: You made me like this.
Jordan: Hurry up and get home.
Reina: Yes daddy.
***

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