Sensuality (22 page)

Alicia punched me in the mouth and then kept on and on until we ended up grudge fucking to ward off disaster. After we had finished our second round of sex for the evening, Alicia shocked me.

She said, “If you really want to do as you mentioned, I’ll do it.” Then she did not speak another word. I fell asleep with a huge grin on my face.

ALICIA

When Taye asked me if I would fuck Michael, I almost creamed in my pants. He had no idea what a huge favor he was doing for me. I had wanted to fuck Michael for a long
time. If things had been different, I might have been married to Michael instead of Taye. Still, I had to make it look good, so I threw a minitantrum, seemed insulted, and then, after he fucked me real hard, I “reluctantly” agreed to lay bare my soul and fuck his best friend.

They decided that Michael would come over to our house and Taye would go over to theirs so that us women could feel more comfortable in our own beds. I broke out the champagne for Michael, put on some sexy Jamaican music, and waited for him on the sofa in the family room.

“Hello, Alicia.”

His deep, sexy voice woke me up. I sat up on my elbows and stared at him. He looked scrumptious in a navy linen suit and leather sandals. He was tall, dark-skinned, and had a neatly groomed goatee that I had often imagined rubbing against the inside of my thighs while he ate me out.

“Hey, Michael.”

He came closer to me, but hesitated. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can leave, if you want. It’s not too late.”

I patted the space beside me on the sofa. “Have a seat.”

Once he sat down, I could smell his Burberry cologne, the same cologne that I had imagined licking off his body over and over again.

“Michael, I have to be honest with you. When Taye first approached me about this swap thing, I was not as upset as I pretended to be. If he is stupid enough to let me fuck you just so he can get some other woman’s ass, then that’s his problem. I don’t mean to talk down about Marissa. You obviously care about her, but they have been flirting in front of our faces from day one.”

“I never noticed,” he said with a grin.

“Well, trust me, they have. Now I am sure that the two of them are over your house trying to blow each other’s backs out, thinking that they are pulling off some elaborate plan to cheat right in front of our faces. I also realize that we don’t appear to be any better people than them because here we are. So, let me ask you, why are you here?”

Michael stared at me, but did not respond. I lay my hand on top of his.

“Michael, you’re not the type of man to go for some shit like this so let me fill in the blanks for you. You’re here, not to fuck me, but to make love to me.”

He grasped my hand. “I love you, Alicia.”

“I love you, too. I’ve always loved you, Michael.”

“So what do we do now?” he asked.

“We take our time, do all the things that we should have been doing for the past ten years, and make up for lost time.”

I leaned over and flicked the tip of my tongue in his ear.

“And then tomorrow,” I added, “we’ll do whatever we feel should be done.”

TAYE

When I rang the doorbell at Michael and Marissa’s house, my dick was already standing at attention. Just the thought of fucking Marissa was all the stimulation it took. Then she opened the door and had on this smoking red teddy that was so sheer that I could see her pert, dark brown nipples playing peekaboo with me.

“Come on in,” she said in that seductive accent of hers. “I’ve been waiting. What took you so long?”

“I got here as fast as I could.”

“Just don’t come too fast once you climb inside my sugary walls.”

With that, she turned around and I followed her scrumptious ass into the living room. Her ass was bouncing up and down and her cheeks moved in perfect unision. It was a lovely vision and I made a mental note that I was definitely going to “hit it from the back.”

“Taye, I want you to do me a favor,” Marissa said.

I gazed into her light brown eyes. “Anything for you, baby.”

“Michael’s a great lover.”

I hated it when she said that. Even though Michael was my best friend, I did not want to hear shit about him being a great lover. For a man, any man, to hear about another man’s skills in the bedroom, was a letdown.

She bit her bottom lip. “But…”

I loved hearing that “but.” It meant that something was lacking and I planned to make sure I filled in the blanks.

“But what?” I asked. “What do you need Big Daddy to do for you?”

Calling myself “Big Daddy” put her on notice that I had a big-ass dick. Truth be known, that was my only reservation. There was no question that I was slanging something major between my legs, but I had no clue how I measured up to Michael. All men have that “size factor” issue. No matter how mandigo they might be, someone else is always holding more meat. As much as women try to deny it, they love big dicks.

“I’ve always had this fantasy,” Marissa said. “Ever since I was a little girl, back when I would watch my
abuela
baking cookies.”

“Abuela?”

Marissa giggled. She had such a beautiful smile. “My grandmother.”

“Oh, okay. So, what’s your fantasy?”

“Come into the kitchen and I will show you.”

She beckoned me with her index finger and I followed.

There was a bowl of flour on the table and a huge sack of additional flour beside it. There was also a bottle of vanilla flavoring and a bag of chocolate chips.

“What’s all this?” I asked, excited. Alicia would never have gone for any freaky shit.

Marissa picked up the bottle of vanilla. “I want to get naked and cover our bodies with flour. Then I want to play find the wet spot. You ready for this?”

I grinned. “I was born ready.”

Once Marissa and I were covered in flour, which was a strange-ass feeling, I had her lie on the table on top of a cookie sheet. I poured some of the vanilla flavoring on her clean-shaven pussy and sprinkled some chocolate chips on top. Then I commenced eating my homemade chocolate-chip cookie dough. It was better than any ice cream.

Speaking of ice, I went to the freezer and got a couple of ice cubes. I rubbed them over Marissa’s nipples while I ate her out. She moaned and screamed out with delight. A couple of times she tried to pull away from me—I was giving her one hell of a tongue-lashing—but I was relentless with her pussy.

The ceiling fan was on high but I was giving the fast-moving blades a run for their money with my tongue. Marissa’s pussy had a totally different taste than Alicia’s, but they were both good. For a moment, I did feel a twinge of
panic. If I was in Michael’s kitchen eating his woman out with vanilla and chocolate chips, what the hell was he doing with my wife?

My panic vanished when Marissa propped herself up on her elbows, gazed into my eyes and whispered, “I want you to dick-feed me,
Papi
!”

Within ten seconds, I had switched places with her. She did not hesitate to wrap her succulent lips around me and it seemed like she was starving for dick. Damn, Michael was one lucky man if he was getting head like that every night. Alicia had never been one to suck my dick a lot. It was more like she would do me a favor, instead of her actually enjoying giving me pleasure. I would often have to beg for it.

“Oooh, you taste so good,” Marissa said when she came up for air. “I love your big dick, your daddy dick!”

“And I love you for loving my daddy dick,” I replied. “You can have all the daddy dick you want, baby. Wait till I get you on your back. You might go into shock.”

“Umm, I’ve never had someone put me into shock before. You really think you can do that,
Papi
?”

“Shit, no doubt,” I bragged, now confident that I would fuck her better than Michael or die trying. “I only hope you can handle all this dick up in you.”

Then…it happened. I came when I wasn’t ready to come. I shot a load that was unbelievable and damn near hit the blades of the ceiling fan.

“Damn,
Papi
!” Marissa said, then laughed. “I barely got started.”

I got down off the table. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to get hard again and then I’m going to blow your damn back out.”

She pouted. “I sure hope so, because Michael can fuck me all night long.”

The disappointment in her voice was ego-shattering. That was it. I had to rise to the top of my game.

ALICIA

I was still wrapped in Michael’s arms when Taye came home the next morning. We were awakened by the door slamming, not closing.

“Alicia! Alicia, where are you?” he yelled out from the bottom of the stairs.

Common sense should have told me to try to cover myself quickly, even though Taye was the one who had arranged the entire swap thing. But I did not want to cover up anything; I wanted him to see me with Michael.

He came storming into the room. “What the fuck is this?” Taye asked angrily as Michael and I sat up in the bed.

Michael stated groggily, “Hey, Taye. Back already? I thought we weren’t due to see you until later this afternoon.”

“Well, this is still my damn house.” Taye came at him. “Don’t the two of you look cozy?”

“Taye, don’t start tripping,” Michael said. “Did you have a good time with Marissa?”

“Yes, Taye,” I said saracastically, jumping all in the mix. “Did you have a good time?”

Taye glared at me. “From the looks of it, you sure did.”

I grinned mischieviously. “I damn sure did.” I paused. “In fact, I had the time of my life.”

Taye came closer to the bed and yanked my arm. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

Michael reached over and grabbed his wrist. “Let her go, man. What’s wrong with you?”

Taye glared at him. “Stay out of this. This is my business. Why don’t you go home and handle yours?”

Michael continued to pull on his wrist. “I’m not going anywhere unless you let Alicia go and I’m convinced you’re not going to do something foolish.”

Taye released my arm. The pain in his eyes was evident. “I’ve already done something foolish. I’m not going to hurt my wife, but can you please leave?”

Michael looked at me. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine. We’ll talk later.”

“What do you mean? You’ll talk later?!” Taye yelled. “You don’t need to talk to him about a fucking thing!”

I surpressed a smile. Fucking was exactly what I intended to talk to Michael about, among other things.

Both Taye and I watched Michael get dressed. It never ceases to amaze me how comfortable men are with their nudity. Women might take two years before they feel at ease about walking around the house naked in front of their man, but men will walk around in the buff the day they meet you.

I could tell that Taye was trying to figure out whose dick was bigger. Since Michael was soft, he had no idea…but I did. Michael was definitely holding more.

Before he walked out of the bedroom, Michael turned to me. I could tell he was searching for the right words and was concerned about how Taye would react if he said what he wanted to say. We both knew the truth about our feelings so I made it clear that he did not have to even go there.

“Michael, we’ll talk later,” I whispered. “Just go, please!”

With that, the love of my life was gone. But not for long.

Taye stood there, staring.

“Don’t you dare,” I said once I heard the front door close. “Don’t you dare pull some self-righteous shit on me, Taye. All of this was your doing.”

“Go take a shower. You reek of him,” Taye said. “And then you need to change the sheets.”

I got up and headed for the bathroom, not because he told me to. I did want to bathe so I could get the hell out of there.

Before I climbed into the shower, I yelled out to Taye. “You change the damn sheets!”

Three months later

TAYE

I could not believe that Alicia left me for my best friend. Michael, that rat bastard, was lucky that I did not kill his ass. I found out that when she went out the next day, while I was remaking the bed from their tryst, she ran directly back to his arms. They met at a motel and fucked all day. They tried to tell me, later on, that they had always been in love but had kept away from each other since Alicia and I were already hooked up. Alicia said that she had wanted to be with Michael from day one, but I had approached her first. What the fuck?!

I was so mad when they told me they planned to make a life together that I went over to claim my prize, Marissa. She did not want to be bothered. In fact, she laughed in my face.
After I had shot that first load the night of the swap, I could not get another erection to save my life. I think it was because I had built up so much anticipation, or it could have been subconscious guilt about cheating on my wife.

I made the biggest mistake of my life when I suggested swapping mates with Michael. Never, in a million years, would I have foreseen what would happen. It is going to take a long time for me to get over Alicia. I would do anything to get her back. Take a lesson from me. An even swap might not be a swindle but make damn sure that it is an even swap before you make the deal. Mine sure as hell wasn’t!