“Good point, sweetheart,” she said, raising her cup.
* * *
Zuri stood in the foyer near the bottom of the staircase with her arms crossed and car keys in hand. She jingled them every few seconds just loud enough that he could hear them from upstairs.
“I’m coming. Stop with the keys already,” he shouted from the bathroom.
“What are you doing up there?”
“I’m getting ready.”
“You’ve been getting ready for the last hour and a half. We’re just going to the library not a banquet. Normally, I’m the one who takes this long. What’re you trying to do, make yourself handsome for your girlfriend?”
“Yes,” he shouted. “We have to sell ourselves if we want her to bite, right?”
“How do you know she won’t be only attracted to me when we get there?”
He came down stairs in a fluid, but methodically timed fashion. It was almost as though he rehearsed every downward strut. When she looked up her jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw her husband looking like the dark prince that swept her off her feet six years ago. His six-foot-four frame was adorning long-sleeved, superfine soft cotton, slim-fit pale pink shirt with a pair of black straight-leg denim jeans, and a pair of nicely polished black Italian loafers. Long loafers.
She couldn’t help but to be speechless seeing how this beautiful man easily got away with wearing a pink shirt, untucked and all. And to top it off, he wore neither a t-shirt nor a vest underneath. She was in awe of this lean, Nubian man as he approached her with his firm, well-muscled chest making itself known through the semi-sheer pink linen wall that came between them.
“What was that you were saying, dear?” He smirked.
“Shit no, uh-uh!” she muttered.
“What’s the matter?” he asked as though he didn’t look damn good as hell. “I’m just making sure all the bases are covered.”
She just looked at him and rolled her big eyes as she started up the staircase.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he said as he grabbed her by the wrist, making her turn back around, guiding her back down the steps. “You had your chance. Let’s go! Boy, you’re so competitive.”
“Shit!” she said in a loud whisper under her breath.
“Or is someone jealous,” he said mockingly.
“Be quiet. Here, you drive,” she said while handing him the car keys. But not before thumping them against his chest.
* * *
It was just a ten-minute drive. They pulled up to a metered parking space in front of the library.
“Aren’t we lucky? Got a spot right at the entrance. This is working out great already,” Mikel said proudly.
“Yeah, well if it doesn’t work out we’ll at least be able to make a quick getaway,” Zuri replied sarcastically.
“So, are you ready to do this? Have you calmed down a little?”
“Yes and yes, baby. Let’s go met her.” She leaned toward him for kiss and her probing hand managed to slip its way under his shirt and down into his pants. “Oh, my. No underwear. Allowing junior to hang free today are we? You really are serious about this,” she said in between kisses on his soft full lips, at the same time single handedly stroking his alter ego.
“Zuri, what are you doing? We’re right in front of a public library.”
“I’m sorry, baby. You just look so fucking hot it’s making me horny.”
“Yeah, thanks. Now I’ll walk in saluting her with a fresh hard-on.”
“That’s funny, Mikel,” she said while removing her hand. “Okay, you ready to do this?”
“Yep.”
The couple climbed out of the car and headed toward the entrance of the library. Mikel opened the door for his wife. She proceeded to walk through the door, but then stopped suddenly. Mikel bumped into her from behind.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“That’s her isn’t it?”
He looked ahead and saw her standing behind the counter checking in a stack of books. She was wearing an earth tone African head wrap and adorned a pair of large gold hoop earrings. Her features were distinctive. High cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, arching eyebrows, and a pointed chin accented her mocha oval face.
“That’s her,” he confirmed.
“She’s absolutely gorgeous,” Zuri said almost in awe of the woman. “Now I see why it took you for-goddamn-ever to get ready. I’m going to remember this for when you want to have a fem dom night.”
“Sounds like I’m in trouble.”
“Oh, yeah. You are.”
The woman sensed she was being watched and looked over into the couple’s direction.
“Can I help you?” she said.
Mikel placed the palm of his hand at the small of Zuri’s back to nudge her forward.
“Yes, maybe you can,” he said.
She smiled at the deep voice but appeared not to recognize him at first from the distance between the dimly lit entrance and the counter.
“Oh, hi!” She said with full awareness and captivating smile. Her eyes seemed to take in his polished look. “How are you today?”
“Fine thanks,” he replied.
“This must be your lovely wife.”
“Yes. This is Zuri.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Zuri. That’s a pretty name.”
“That’s exactly what it means – pretty,” Zuri emphasized.
“I’m sorry. I come through here all the time and I’ve never got your name,” Mikel said.
“It’s Ayanna. Yours is Mikel with a K, right?”
“Wow! You know my name.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope that’s all right. I’m pretty good at remembering names.”
Zuri pursed her lips together to keep from saying anything and made a pointed look down at Ayanna’s left hand at what appeared to be an engagement ring and a wedding band.
“You’re married, too, I see,” she injected.
Ayanna turned to her then glanced at her hand. “Yes. It will be a year come next Wednesday.”
“Really? Next Wednesday?” Zuri said with a surprise tone in her voice.
“Yes . . . why?”
“That’s Mikel’s birthday.”
“Oh, wonderful! What do you have planned for your birthday,” she asked as she turned her attention back to Mikel.
“Well, that’s why we’re here,” Zuri said.
“I don’t understand,” Ayanna said with a perplexed look on her face.
“Ayanna, we came here to see you.”
“To see me? About your birthday?”
“We can explain if you have a moment. Is there a place in here where we all can talk in private?” Mikel asked.
“Well, sure. It’s not that busy yet. How long is this going to take? And should I be concerned?”
“Not long and you need not be concerned,” Mikel assured.
“We’re harmless, Ayanna. At least while the sun is up anyway,” Zuri said jokingly.
“Oh so you’ve come for blood have you,” she said, catching on to Zuri’s witty humor.
Zuri turned to Mikel. “I’m beginning to like her.”
“We can go into one of the study group rooms upstairs,” Ayanna said.
She asked one of her nearby associates if they could mind the front desk while she was with the couple. She then led them to the second floor. Ayanna was a slender woman with subtle curves to her hips that had a pendulous sway with every step she took. She was wearing a tan blouse; a brownie-colored slim skirt complete with a pair of four-inch bitter-chocolate, strappy platforms. Both Mikel and Zuri were transfixed by the movement of Ayanna’s body as she walked up the stairs ahead of them. Zuri nudged her husband with her elbow and tossed him a wink letting him know her approval of the sexy librarian.
She led them past a bank of twenty or so computers to where there were four vacant study group rooms. She unlocked the door to one of them, held the door open, and gestured with her hand for them to enter.
“Have
a seat,” she offered while closing the door behind her.
The couple sat next to each other and Ayanna sat down in the chair across the table from them.
“Okay, so what’s so private that we couldn’t stay downstairs?”
They both looked at each other as to who was going to speak first. Mikel nodded to Zuri to go ahead.
“I guess the only way I can start off is to tell you bluntly that we’ve never done this before with anyone and so far you’re being a very good sport about talking to us. Quite brave I might add. Anyway, we have a proposition for you.”
Ayanna looked over at Mikel then back to Zuri. “I’m listening.”
“Let me just come out and tell you. My husband and I are swingers.
“Swingers?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she said with curiosity.
“I haven’t frightened you yet, have I?” Zuri said.
“Oh, no, no! But if I start to see fangs this conversation is over,” Ayanna said with a smile. “Go on.”
“Well, my husband really admires you and we talked about it and we were wondering if you and your husband ever swung. And if so, would you be interested in swinging with us?”
“On his birthday. My wedding anniversary,” Ayanna finished.
“Yes, that’s right,” Zuri said.
There was a long moment of silence. Ayanna looked at Mikel. Studied him and how he looked in his crisp, clean, pink shirt. She turned to Zuri and her alluring gray eyes. Given her distinctive slanted eyes, Ayanna deduced when they first met downstairs that Zuri was biracial—of Amerasian decent. She was a natural beauty. Her fair, flawless face was smooth and supple and eloquently framed by her long black hair. She liked how she wore almost no make-up with the exception of scarlet lipstick. Her lips were almost as full, but just as delectable, as her husband’s.
“To answer your question: yes. My husband and I do swing. That’s how we met actually.”
“I would’ve never suspected,” Zuri said.
“Your husband must have very good instincts or he was a bloodhound in a former life.” Ayanna smiled.
They all laughed.
“So, is that a yes?” Zuri asked.
“It’s yes,” Ayanna said.
“Looks like we struck gold,” Mikel said. “Are you familiar with The Hedo Den Swing Club?”
“Yes, I’ve heard of it. But we’ve never been there.”
Zuri reached in her purse. “Here’s a guest pass for two,” she said while handing the pass to her. “I look forward to meeting your husband.”
“Great!” She said. “Party of The Gerswins,” she read aloud off the card. “The Gerswins? I thought your last name was Morgan?”
“It is,” Mikel confirmed. “That’s the name we use when we’re there. It’s a play on letters of another name if you look closely enough.
She paused for a moment to study the letters. “Oh, my God! How cute.”
“I think she’s got it,” Zuri said.
“Well, I am a librarian you know.”
Zuri, smiled. “Well, I can’t wait to meet your husband. Do you think he’ll be fine with this?”
“He’ll be surprised as to how this got initiated, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be more than okay with it. I must warn you though, he likes to watch. So he may need a little coaxing.”
“I’ll make a note of that. Here’s my cell phone number and the time that we’ll meet there,” Zuri said as she wrote on a piece torn out from her daily planner.
“Thanks. Well, I better get back to work. It was very nice meeting you Zuri. And Mikel. Make sure your candle is ready, too, birthday boy,” Ayanna said as she stood up to leave, giving Mikel a seductive look and a wink.
Mikel dared not reply to Ayanna’s remark the way he wanted to while his wife was present—at least not until next week. “I’m sure it’s going to be a birthday I won’t forget,” he said, choosing his words carefully.
“Bye. Bring the key back down when you’re done,” Ayanna said as she left the room closing the door behind her.
“That didn’t go too bad at all, honey,” Zuri said.
“It went pretty well. I’m excited. You excited?”
“Yeah, I am. I’m eager to meet her husband.”
“If Ayanna is any reflection I’m sure they’re a great swing couple for us.”
“I think you’re right.”
They both looked at the key left on the table by Ayanna.
“You, know. This room is sound proof,” Mikel said.
“So when I make you scream no one can hear it,” Zuri said. “Come on, big boy. Let’s save our energy for next week’s hump night.”
* * *
It was 8:05 p.m. Wednesday night a week later when Mikel and Zuri arrived at The Hedo Den. When they entered, they saw Ayanna standing over at one of the open bars with a tall, handsome man with long, dark hair neatly combed back behind his ears down to his shoulders. His chiseled features went perfect with his intentional five o’clock shadow. He was casual, but sharply dressed in an all white collared-shirt tucked perfectly in his black designer trousers. He had a hand wrapped around Ayanna and the other wrapped around a drink.
“Hi,” Zuri said as she and Mikel approached the couple.
“Hi and happy birthday, Mikel,” Ayanna said.
“Thank you,” Mikel replied.
“This is my husband, Tristan.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” he said with a strong French accent, shaking both their hands.
“Happy anniversary,” said Zuri.
“Thank you,” Tristan said, taking in an eyeful of Zuri.
“So what are we drinking there, Tristan?” Mikel asked.
“A Slippery Nipple,” he said.
“Of course. Bartender! I’ll have a Slippery Nipple as well. Ladies?”
“No, thank you, babe. I’ll wait until later,” Zuri said while ogling at Ayanna’s Wonder Bra enhanced breasts as they oozed out of her turquoise baby doll dress.”
“I’m still working on mine,” Ayanna said showing her glass and adjusting her girls at the same time.
Moments later a man approached the group. “Gerswins Party, your private room is ready. Please follow me.”
“Thank you,” Mikel said, accepting a key from the man.
The group followed the man to a wall of elevators. “Take this elevator to the second floor. Your room is to the left when you step out. Room 269.”
“Thanks.”
The group got onto the elevator. “So what do you have planned, Mikel?” Ayanna asked.
“My plan is quite simple. It’s to have my way with you while my wife watches. But based on the way she hasn’t taken her eyes off your husband since we got here, I have a feeling she won’t be watching for too long—if at all.”
“Then it looks like my fantasy will be fulfilled at the same time then. I’ve dreamed of this moment—daydreamed it actually.”
“What?” Mikel said with a confused look on his face.
“I told Tristan all about you. As my fantasy man that is. Tristan and I openly discuss who our fantasy lovers would be. And you’ve been mine for a good while now, Mikel, so I hope you’re ready.
“I knew it,” said Zuri under her breath before adding with a smile, “I’m beginning to think that she willed this entire event.”
They entered the room. Off to the left was large red bowl with an assortment of brand name condoms. Ayanna walked over to bowl.
“What size?” she asked.
“Take a guess,” Mikel replied.
“I’m not good at guessing, Mikel.” She walked over to him and slipped her hand down the front of his pants. “Oh! Okay. How far down does it go, Mikel? My God. Glad I checked. Let’s me know what I’m in for.”
They all continued further into the room. Ayanna was ahead of them, making appreciative sounds at the intimacy of the room: two king-sized beds with lots of pillows, two Cleopatra love sofas, and a mirrored ceiling.
Mikel sat
down on the edge of one of the beds. Ayanna saw this and made her move.
“Perfect. That’s right where I want you,” she said.
She walked over to him, stood in between his legs, and leaned forward, pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She unhooked the front of her bra and her heavy breasts tumbled out onto his eager face. He instinctively took her left breast in his mouth and began to suck and circle her nipple with his tongue as he clinched it gently between his teeth. He did this for long moments, making her gasp. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in tighter against her bosom.
“Yes, Mikel,” she moaned. “Nibble a little bit harder for me, baby. Leave your mark.”
He obliged. Engulfing a majority of her breast in his mouth, he sucked and chewed her swelling nipple like a newborn baby starving for his mama’s milk. He could feel the dampness between her legs as he cupped her panty-free buttocks from underneath her baby doll dress. He briefly guided her up off his lap so he could unbuckle his belt to save his full-blooded cock from asphyxiation. He, too, wore no underwear. He kicked off his shoes and slid off his trousers while she stood up, compromising her straddle. He sat back down and lowered her wet pussy against the underbelly of his thick stiff cock. Clutching the cheeks of her buttocks he pressed her closer, guiding her pussy lips up and down against his thick-veined shaft. Teasing her. Letting her know what was to come.
He picked her up with ease and stood and turned her around until she sat on the edge of the bed. In the same motion, he kissed her long, deep and wet, making her tongue chase his. He pulled away slowly and tactfully slid his tongue down the length of her swan-like neck, then into her cleavage, and down toward her naval where he paused long enough to send a pleasurable shiver up her spine. She spread her legs apart as he trailed his tongue to the dampness of her treasure of pleasure.
She slowly fell backwards on top of a couple of small pillows, which aided in arching her back. She spread her legs farther apart.
He wasted no time as he slowly licked his way up from her inner thigh, circling her fleshy mound all in one long wet stroke with the tip of his tongue. He deliberately avoided her clit and she knew this.
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