Now she felt like the same money that had allowed her to do such a wonderful thing was causing problems in her marriage. Before the money they were so happy. As she drove, Ricky reflected on their relationship before the seven- and eight-figure deals, before the expensive cars, before the beautiful house in the exclusive Ballantyne section of Charlotte. The sex that Quentin now felt deprived of use to be hot, heavy, and regular. Their heated conversation from earlier in the day played over and over in her head. “You don’t even have time to give a nigga head no more.” Quentin had said, lying in the bed, his erection poking through the top sheet as he watched her getting dressed.
“Not now, Quentin. I’m late for an important writer’s conference.”
“You’re always in a rush to go somewhere when I wanna fuck.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be in a fuckin’ rush if I hadn’t overslept. And if you’re wondering why I overslept, it’s because I was up ’til three a.m. waiting for your ass to come home. And maybe had you come in at a reasonable hour you could have gotten some ass!”
“Yeah, right.” Quentin laughed, rising up from the bed revealing his beautiful six-four nude body with skin the same color of the richest dark chocolate. His curly brownish-black hair wildly tousled upon his head from his sleep. He walked toward Ricky. She stood in their huge walk-in closet, which was the size of most people’s bedroom. His large brown dick was rock hard and pointed right at her. “I sat in this fucking house until ten o’clock waiting for you. But I guess you forgot that we were supposed to go to the movies, ’cause you were too busy hanging with your author friends.” Slipping on a pair of Carolina basketball shorts, he walked out of the closet and into their bathroom.
Ricky followed closely behind, getting right in his ear, “Hell no! Don’t you even try to flip this shit on me? We both have careers that keep us away from home. But when we’re both here at the same time, you always find time to run the damn streets with your niggas rather than spend quality time with me.”
Standing over the toilet, Quentin sighed as he began to urinate, one hand on his hip, the other holding dick. Staring at the ceiling he responded, “Oh God, you back on your shit again.”
“What the fuck does that suppose to mean?”
“You always on the go; then, when you stop you think that the whole damn world is supposed to stop for you. And let me not forget that it’s always my fault.”
“I do not think that. What I do think is that when our schedule does permit us to be in the same city at the same time, my husband should have the fuckin’ common courtesy to spend time with his wife.” Ricky turned to walk back into the bedroom, but stopped. Turning back to Quentin, she said, “By the way, when I’m running across the globe, I’m earning money and throwing bricks at a dream that I thought we were building together.”
“That still don’t have shit to do with me getting my dick taken care of. That’s cool, though, ‘cause ain’t shit you can say when I get someone else to take of it.”
He didn’t go there . . . I know he did not just go there, Ricky thought before blowing up at him. “Go get you another bitch to take care of that dick. I hope she suck it better than I do. And I hope she can deal with all the bullshit baggage that comes with being in a relationship with you.”
“What bullshit baggage?”
“All the shit I had to go through with you in the beginning. Where do you want me to begin? Let’s see, I could start with your other bitch calling me all day and night. Or I could start with all those days you left me alone while you were on the come up. Yeah, what about all those days? You weren’t worried about if I was satisfied sexually, were you? And I never once threatened to go out and get someone else. But what if . . . what if I told you I did have someone to satisfy me all those lonely nights and how he made me cum back to back?”
Suddenly Ricky found Quentin’s hand wrapped around her neck and shoving her out of the bathroom and into the closet. She had gone too far and now was terrified of the outcome. Quentin had never laid a hand on her before. Still holding Ricky by her neck, he leaned over talking through clenched teeth, “What are you telling me, Raquel? Are you telling me that you was fucking another nigga behind my back?”
With her heart pounding like a small child jumping on her chest, Ricky answered, “I would never cheat on you. I just said what if so you’d know just how it feels to imagine your spouse fucking someone else. Now could you please remove your hand from my neck?”
Slowly Quentin removed his hand from her neck, then he slammed it against the wall right next to her head. Ricky slid down the wall with tears pouring from her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her knees pulling them close to her chest. In the fetal position, she pressed her face against her knees, smearing make-up all over her beige dress slacks. Quentin went back into the restroom, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. Stepping over Ricky, he threw on a T-shirt, sweat pants, and pair of sneakers. Without saying a word to Ricky, he left the house.
After thirty minutes of crying, Ricky finally got up off the floor. She was beyond late for the writer’s workshop. Without a doubt she decided against going. Slipping out of her pant suit, Ricky put on a white Lacoste polo-style shirt and a pair of Paper Denim jeans. Without really knowing where she was going, she grabbed her large red Hermes Birkin bag off the dresser and headed for the door.
Strangely, when she got outside Quentin was still there. Sitting in his Black Hummer H2, he was smoking a Newport while talking on his cell phone. When he saw Ricky they locked eyes. Without trying to hide it his disgust for her spread across his face. Starting the ignition in his truck, he cut his eyes at her and sped away.
Tears of confusion escaped her eyes. What had went so wrong? Why now? When Ricky saw her reflection in the driver’s side window, she was horrified by what she saw. Hers eyes were red and puffy. She quickly covered them with her Dior shades. Right then she knew exactly what she needed to get through her already turbulent day—the spa!
After a day of full body pampering, champagne, and a good old-fashioned heart-to-heart talk with Aunt Miranda. Sitting in her driveway, she was still confused as to why her marriage was suddenly falling apart. Her reflection of the day’s events was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Ricky’s heart pounded a little faster when she saw that it was Quentin. Composing herself, she answered, “Yeah.”
“That’s how you greet me now?”
He can’t be serious. “You think you deserve better?”
“I don’t even wanna get into with you li'l mama. I called to apologize. I was way out of line for all that shit that happened this morning. I’m really sorry about putting my hands on you. You know that’s not even me. That will never happen again.”
Ricky sat silently with the phone pressed against her ear, thinking about her Aunt Miranda’s advice.
“So you’re not going to say anything?” Quentin questioned.
Knowing that she was guilty to some extent for the problems in their relationship, she answered, “I accept your apology…but let me also apologize for neglecting your needs and our relationship. And if you ever feel that I’m doing those things again could you come to me before it gets to the point that it got to this morning?”
“Of course. You know I love you, girl.”
“I love you, too, sweetie. Why don’t you come on home so I can show you just how much?”
“I’m at the Y. We getting ready to hoop; then, I’ll be home. We still taking the kids to Celebration Station?”
“Nah, Aunt Miranda has them for the weekend.”
“Alright, baby. Well, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“Bye, Quentin.” Ricky closed her phone. A couple of hours is just what I need. She decided to give in to her man’s pleasures in a way that she hadn’t in a long while. And taking heed to Miranda’s advice, she decided that she would cater to him.
* * * That night, when Quentin walked into the house, all the lights were out. Hundreds of candles of all sizes illumina
ted the huge home. Destiny’s Child’s Cater to You poured from the speakers that were hidden in the walls throughout the house. Smiling, Quentin wondered exactly what Ricky was up to. Quietly, he walked through the house looking for her. When he found her in the kitchen, his dick instantly stiffened. She was wearing an ultra-sexy grey maid’s uniform, complete with the white apron. It was so short that the bottom of her round ass was peeking below the hem of her skirt. The four-inch black pumps that she wore on her feet elongated her five-foot-five frame, making her body look long and sensual. Her long red weave was slicked back and pinned in a neat little bun at the nape of her neck.
Stirring a pot of pasta, Ricky swayed side to side while singing along with the music, “Let me cater to you, ’cause baby this is your day. Do anything for my man, baby, you blow me away. I got your slippers, your—”
“Look at my princess,” Quentin said, startling Ricky. “Hi, sweetie. You scared me I didn’t here you come in.” She sashayed over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she placed a nice wet kiss on his lips.
Tasting her lip, he could tell that she’d been drinking vodka. The sweet smell of her perfume made his erection grow. “You smell so good,” he said fondling her breast.
Stepping back, Ricky told him, “And you smell so sweet. Come on, your bath is waiting.”
“My bath is waiting? What is this all about? Don’t get me wrong; I like it and all—”
Ricky placed her finger on his lips, quieting him. “Baby relax. Aren’t you listening to the song? Tonight I just want to cater to you.” She grabbed him by the hand and led him up the stairs.
Upstairs, in the master bathroom Ricky poured exotic bath salts and oils into the bubbling water while Quentin undressed. Ricky placed a fluffy towel, fresh out of the dryer, next to the oversized tub. She placed a neatly folded pair of his pajamas on the vanity.
The combination of the hot water and the jets relaxed Quentin’s aching muscles as soon as his body slid into the tub. “Where’re you going? You not getting in here with me?” he asked Ricky as she turned to leave the bathroom.
“I have to go down and finish your dinner. When you finish, come down and have a seat in the formal dining room.”
Excited by the possibilities of what the night was to bring, Quentin didn’t stay in the bath long. After fifteen minutes in the tub he got out, dried off, and slipped into the navy blue pajamas that Ricky had laid out for him. Once in the dining room Quentin sat in his usual seat at the head of the table.
Ricky walked in carrying a huge plate of Quentin’s favorite dish, shrimp and lobster Alfredo. Leaning over to place his plate in front of him, she cleverly placed her cleavage right in his face. His dick became erect all over again. Taking advantage of the moment, he kissed the fleshy part of her right breast, which was exposed. He went a little further, licking her chest and palming her bare ass.
It was feeling so good that Ricky was finding it hard to resist, but it wasn’t a part of her plan so she had to pull away. “Hmm. Not yet, baby.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to enjoy your meal first. Now what would you like to drink with you meal.”
“Bring me a Hennessy, li’l mama.”
Ricky went over to the small bar area and returned to the table with a tall glass. “Here you go, sweetie, with two ice cubes just the way you like it. I’ll be upstairs if you need anything else.”
“You’re not eating with me?”
“No, I’m not hungry for food right now.” Ricky winked her eye while licking her lips. As she turned to walk away, Quentin gave her a smack on the ass and watched the wonderful jiggling effect. “Hmm you know I like it like that, daddy,” Ricky said with a sexually charged laugh. “When you’re finished eating, meet me in the bonus room.”
Quentin’s eyes were fixated on her ass until she was out of sight.
Filled with so much anticipation Quentin only ate half the food on his plate. After tossing back his drink he stood up, ready to see what his wife had in store for him. Trying his best to stay smooth and composed, he walked up the stairs slowly. When he got to the bonus room at the end of the hall the door was cracked. Quentin peered in and smiled at what he saw.
Ricky had changed into a pink see-through, lace, micro-mini dress from Victoria’s Secret. She’d unpinned her hair and her long red tresses hung down to the middle of her back. In the center of the room Ricky had created a canopy with sheer curtains that hung from the ceiling. The bed was surrounded with multiple rows of candles. “Come on in, Q. I know you’re standing out there.” Ricky smiled as she lit the last candle. She was really ready for him; the three chocolate martinis she’d drunk had her feeling super horny.
When Ricky looked up, Quentin was still standing in the doorway. She walked over, grabbed his hand. “Why you still standing there?”
“Just watching you.” He replied, unable to take his eyes off her. He was still amazed at how good Ricky’s body still looked after having had three kids. Looking into her eyes, Quentin stroked the right side of her face with the palm of his hand. “I love you.”
Ricky removed his hand from her face and kissed his palm. “I love you too, baby. Enough of the mushy shit.” Ricky smirked, leading him over to the foot of the bed. Slowly she began to undress Quentin. First she removed his shirt and planted wet kisses all over his chest. Next Ricky slid his pajama pants down and got on her knees. Seductively she kissed her husband’s ankles and licked his calves, working her way up to his thighs where she sucked hard enough to leave a hicky. With the tip of her tongue, Ricky began teasing Quentin’s balls which was driving him crazy. The sensation of her tongue made him moan softly.
Ricky gently sucked on his balls one at a time, popping them in and out her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through Quentin’s body. She licked his shaft vigorously before wrapping her warm, moist mouth around the head of his dick. Ricky moved her head up and down at a smooth pace, tightening her jaws with each stroke.
“Oh shit! Ricky, damn, baby.” Quentin moaned loudly as Ricky deep-throated his large dick. With a little force she pushed her hands against his waist, easing his body back onto the bed, while she continued to suck him off. Bobbing her head up and down, she licked the head of his dick.
Ricky brought him right to the point of ecstasy then abruptly stopped pulling her mouth off of his dick.
Quentin looked at her, perplexed. “Why you stop?”
“Maybe ’cause I want to cum when you cum.” Ricky stood up and turned around so that her ample ass was right in his face. She pulled her dress over her head leaving on her thong and heels. Teasingly she squatted and grinded her soft, plump ass on his lap.
Quentin began stroking his dick with his right hand and massaging Ricky’s breasts with his left.
Ricky slid her thong to the side and grabbed Quentin’s dick. She held it steady as she spread her legs a little wider and inserted his manhood inside of her. “Hmm,” she moaned as she began riding him backwards. “Like that daddy?” Ricky panted over her shoulder.
“You know I love it,” Quentin replied, now massaging her breasts with both hands and placing soft kisses all over her back. Their moans became louder as Ricky picked up the pace, gyrating her pelvis wildly as she went up and down on his shaft. Quentin held her by the waist to control her movement. “Slow down, baby; stop rushing.”
“I can’t,” Ricky moaned, “I’m cumin’.” Only seconds later her rich, warm, creamy liquid gushed out drenching his thighs. Ricky sat still for a few seconds trying to control her legs, which were shaking from her orgasm.
Quentin gently stroked her hair, removing it from her face. “You okay?”
“Yes. I just needed a moment,” Ricky replied as she slowly lifted her body, sliding off his rock-hard dick. She took off what little she was wearing. Now, completely nude, she turned to Quentin. “Slide up, honey.”
Quentin wasted no time placing himself in the middle of the king-sized bed. She got onto the bed and crawled towards him lustfull
y. Her movements only matched by those of a panther on the prowl. Once she reached him she mounted him with her thick, cappuccino-colored thighs and got right back into position, placing him right back inside of her. Ricky kissed and sucked his neck as she moved her wide hips back forth, stroking his cock at a nice smooth pace. “You been missing this, daddy?”
“Have I?” Quentin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
With actual feelings of guilt coming over her, Ricky began to cry. “Please say you forgive me?”
Holding her tightly by the waist he began thrusting upwards’ sending waves of pleasure through her body. “I already forgave you, sweetheart.”
Ricky pressed her body closer to Quentin’s and held onto his shoulder slightly as she began to ride him forcefully. She began to moan louder as her inner walls moistened even more with each stroke.
Quentin hugged her tighter as the pleasure he was feeling heightened. “Ooh shit.”
“Like that?”
“Yes, baby girl . . . don’t stop.” Quentin slightly jerked as he began to climax. He held Ricky tightly so that she couldn’t move. Ricky could feel the cum as it moved through his shaft, giving her a wonderful sensation that sent her squirting all over again.
Ricky continued to lie on top of Quentin, her ear on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. She lifted her head and looked into Quentin’s eyes. “Man, I love you.”
Quentin kissed Ricky on the nose. “And I love you back, baby.”
Ricky rolled off of Quentin and on to her side.
He turned to face her. “That was beautiful, Ricky.”
“It was definitely all that, baby.” Ricky threw her leg over Quentin’s thigh. “I’m ready for round two right now.”
“Girl, I done told you I’m not twenty-six anymore; now stop being fast. Slide a little closer and let daddy hold you.”
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