Ricky smiled and did as she was told, snuggling her butt right into his midsection; as always, it was a perfect fit.
Quentin ran the tip of his tongue up the back of her neck softly. “Ricky.”
“Yes, baby,” she answered with her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling on her neck tremendously.
“Was any truth to that shit you said this morning?”
“What shit, honey?”
“About fucking another nigga when I couldn’t be there for you back in the day.”
“No, Quentin, there was no truth to any of that. I just said that to piss you off’ cause your little slick-mouth comment ’bout getting someone else to take care of your dick hurt me.”
“I hate I said that. I’m sorry.” He gave her a little squeeze. “So, since we’ve been together, way before we got married, you’ve never been with another man?”
Slightly irritated, Ricky looked over her shoulder. “Quentin, like I’ve told you before, I’ve never cheated on you. Not while we were dating, not while we were engaged, and I’m definitely not going to forsake my vows.”
“I’m glad. Man, the thought of another man just touching you—”
“Why don’t you just focus on you touching me, and stop worrying about what has never and will never happen.” Ricky turned to face him. Before he could say another word she slipped her tongue into his mouth, wrapped her small hand around his shaft and began stroking him until he was fully erect. “Hmm, turn over, girl.”
Ricky turned over on her side.
“Not like that. Lay on your stomach; put that ass in the air,” he demanded.
Ricky loved it when he took charge. “Like this?” She asked looking back at Quentin with her chest flat to the mattress and plump ass high in the air.
“No, like this,” He pulled her up by the shoulders, pinning her body against the headboard, and entered her. Quentin began pumping her at a nice rhythmic pace, almost like a slow wind. Although it felt very good, Ricky wanted it a little rougher. Ricky gripped the headboard tightly and poked her booty out firmly. “Ooh,” she moaned. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
Quentin picked up his pace and began thrusting his dick into her. “That’s how you want it?”
“Yes, baby, yes. Fuck me just like that.”
He gripped her hips tighter and continued giving it to her roughly. “I love you, Ricky.” he said, biting down on her neck, sucking hard.
“Ohhhh, baby!” she cried out in pleasure as her juices came down and coated his dick.
The extreme warm wetness and the contracting of Ricky’s pussy muscles made it hard for Quentin to fight the oncoming nut. Each stroke became faster and faster. “Ah, ah, ah, shit. Ahhhh.” He screamed as he exploded inside his wife. “I love you, oh Ricky, I love you . . . hmm.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
After a few more rounds of mind-blowing sex, and more intimate yet humorous pillow talk, Ricky fell into a coma-like sleep wrapped in her husband’s arms, something she hadn’t done in months.
* * * The following morning, Ricky awoke to find herself alone in the bed. All of the candles from the night before had been cleaned up. Ricky looked over at the clock and was shocked to find out that it was past noon. Damn, I must’ve been worn out. Ricky sat up and stretched, wondering, How did Quentin clean all them damn candles without waking me? With the kids away, the house was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. “Quentin,” Ricky called out.
“Yo, Q, what are you doing?” When he didn’t respond for a second time, Ricky got up from the bed. She checked each room upstairs looking for him. Where is this nigga at? Ricky grabbed her black silk robe and covered her nude body just in case Quentin was downstairs with company. All of the candles she had had out in the foyer and on the staircase were gone. The entire house was clean, and there was no sign of Quentin.
A note on the refrigerator door caught Ricky’s attention as she entered the kitchen. She walked over and removed the angel figurine magnet that was pinning the note to the door. Ricky unfolded the note, a smile spread across her face as she read her husband’s handwriting.
Hey Princess, Didn’t want to wake you. I knew you had to be tired after all your hard work last night. I really enjoyed myself. Thanks for catering to me. Everything was beautiful. Tonight I want you to relax and let me take care of you. Meet me in the secret garden at eight. Wear that little white dress that I like. I’m going to workout and run a few errands. Oh yeah, call Aunt Miranda. See you tonight, Q.
Ricky pulled up to her aunt’s brick home and tapped the horn lightly. In a matter seconds Miranda came out of the house. Ricky silently admired her as she walked toward the car doing her signature strut. Miranda’s lovely, tanned brown skin glowed in the afternoon sun. Her shoulder-length bob was neatly braided to the back. The powder blue cardigan set and jeans from the Banana Republic fit her medium size frame perfectly. She properly accessorized her outfit with a pair of ultra-soft navy blue Italian leather loafers and a navy blue leather coach bag. At fortysix, Miranda’s body gave most women half her age a run for their money.
“Hey, baby girl,” Miranda said, getting into the car. Ricky leaned over and kissed Miranda on her cheek. “Hi, Auntie. Where did Uncle Davie take the kids?”
“Li’l Davie came over with his kids and they all went to
Concord Mills to play at Jeepers and that NASCAR place.”
Miranda fastened her seatbelt then looked over at Ricky. “Tell
me all about last night, and don’t leave anything out.” “Now, you know I’m not giving you any graphic details. But
I did take your advice and spent some time catering to my man.” “Girl, shut up! What did you do?”
Blushing, Ricky gave Miranda only the basics of the previous
night’s events. Miranda couldn’t believe that Ricky had done all
that based on her simple suggestion. “Girl, I just meant for you
to go home and give your man some good lovin’, but I see you
went all out. I ain’t mad at ya, either. Shit, I need you to bring
me that maid uniform so I can cater to Davie.”
“Quit playin’, Auntie.”
“I’m serious, girl. I’m already giving head night and day and
spreading my legs whenever your uncle asks. You know our
twenty-fifth wedding anniversary is this month, and I saw the
meanest seven-carat tennis bracelet.”
“Auntie, what you gonna do with all that ice?”
“Shine on all these old hoes.”
“Twenty-five years . . . Auntie, that’s a beautiful thing. I pray
that Quentin and I can keep it together that long.”
“And you will. You just have to take care of him at all times.
Not just every now and then when it’s convenient for you.” Ricky simply nodded in agreement as Miranda’s words sank
in.
Miranda continued on, “Trust me, Auntie knows how easy it is
to give when you want to give. Try giving when you’re too tired
or when it feels impossible because you’re having problems. You’ll
see how good it feels and how much more you’re appreciated.” “I hear that, Auntie. You stay kicking that real shit.” Miranda smiled at her niece. “I know, that’s why you love
me. Now, turn that up that’s my song.”
Ricky raised the volume on the stereo as Miranda sang along
with Keyshia Cole.
“There’s this girl I know; she’s so deep in love.” Snapping
her fingers, Miranda moved her head to the beat.
Watching Miranda out of the corner of her eye Ricky, smiled
thinking, I swear I want to look that good and be that cool once
I’m in my forties.
After four hours of gossip and beautification, Ricky and Miranda emerged from the salon more lovely than when they entered. Ricky dropped Miranda off at her house and drove away quickly be
fore her kids caught sight of her. With six-thirty fastly approaching, Ricky shot over to South Park Mall to grab a special thong for the evening. By the time she arrived at home it was ten past seven. Quentin’s truck was in the garage but there was no sign of him inside the house. Ricky didn’t waste anytime searching for him. She took a ten-minute shower, which was quick considering she usually spent twenty to thirty minutes showering.
No wonder he loves this dress, Ricky thought, looking at her rear end in the mirror. The dress was so bright white, it was damn near virginal but the cut was definitely not. Ricky’s body had made a few grown men drool, and some young boys blush in that very dress, when she had worn it to her book release party earlier that summer. The loose wide sleeves hung slightly off Ricky’s shoulders. It was cut low in the front, stopping right above Ricky’s navel; and the bottom of the dress clung to her frame, stopping right before her knees.
Quentin sat back and watched Ricky as she entered the garden. To him, she looked like perfection. He saw her face light up as she took in the beautiful scene that he’d created. On the grass, in the very center of the garden, lay a white chenille blanket surrounded by thousands of multicolored rose petals. A huge picnic basket sat off to the side. The sounds of John Legend filled the garden.
Ricky smiled so hard a giggle slipped out. She already loved her garden, but she knew after today she would love it more. It was actually her rose garden. It had been dubbed the secret garden because of the four ten-foot walls of white, yellow, pink, red, purple, and black roses. This was where Ricky escaped to when she wanted to get away from the pressures of her world. She had penned several of her novels in that garden. For her it was three hundred square feet of pure tranquility.
Quietly Quentin snuck up behind Ricky, grabbed her, and kissed the back of her neck.
Slightly startled she turned to face him. “Boy you scared me. Where did you come from?”
“Who else would be kissing your neck like this?” Quentin said, kissing her neck again.
“Only you, baby.” Ricky’s body shuttered as it always did whenever he placed his mouth on her neck.
“You like that, ma?”
“You know I do, daddy.”
Quentin took her by the hand and led her over to the blanket. Ricky took a seat while Quentin got the picnic basket. She looked him up and down. Look at him, with his cute self. He had on a bright white wife beater, white shorts, and white Gucci sneakers. His goatee was lined up perfectly. The edges of his hair had been shaped up just right. Ricky’s panties were getting moist just looking at him.
Quentin caught her gaze. “Why you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so sexy, baby.”
“I know.”
“I hate you.” Ricky laughed.
“It’s impossible to hate somethin’ this pretty.” Quentin placed a plate of lobster tails, steamed asparagus, and fresh salad in front of her.
“Where did you get this food from?”
“What are you talking ’bout?” Quentin said with a you-gotme smile.
“Don’t even front like you cooked this.”
“Hush, girl, and take this.” He handed her a goblet of her favorite wine, White Zinfandel.
As Ricky began to dig into her food, she noticed that Quentin didn’t prepare a plate for himself. She eyed him as he seemingly enjoyed an ice-cold bottle of Evian in his hand. “You’re not eating?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Since when do you pass up a good lobster dinner?”
“I’m straight, baby, you enjoy yourself.”
Deciding to let it go, Ricky continued eating. Quentin watched his wife as she used her tongue to remove drops of butter from the tips her fingers. Not yet. Not yet, he told his dick as he felt his growing erection.
Ricky looked up at him. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You love me?”
“Do I love you? You trippin’ asking me that.”
Quentin reached over and began rubbing her face. “You are so beautiful sweetie. I haven’t looked at you like this in a long time.”
There was something in Quentin’s voice, and the way he continuously stroked Ricky’s face very softly, that made her curious. She looked closely at Quentin’s eyes, which were jumping, and his pupils which were dilated. “Q, are you rolling?”
A sly smile crept across his face. “Huh?”
“Huh my ass. You heard me, nigga. You popped an X pill. You thought you could hide it from me. No wonder you didn’t want anything to eat. You are so slick. Let me get one.”
“Oh no. Uh-uhn, hell no!”
“That’s so foul, yo. How you gonna be on one and tell me I can’t take one.”
“A’ight.” Quentin gave in without much of a fuss; he really wanted her to pop a pill too.
“What kind do you have?”
“What kind do you want?” Quentin asked, pulling a small bag filled with colorful pills from pocket. “I’ve got green Louis Vuittons, pink hearts, or blue supermans.”
“Which one got you rolling like that?”
“The Louis Vuitton.”
“Well, that’s the one I want.” Ricky covered her food, placed it back in the basket, and slid it away. Quentin handed her the little pill and his water. She stared at it in the palm of her hand, still amazed at how something so tiny could make you feel so good. It had been a little over two years since her last encounter with an ecstasy pill. Quentin forbade her from taking them after she was hospitalized due to a serious case of dehydration. He felt that her illness was induced by the pills she popped while they’d been partying nonstop in Miami one weekend.
“You gon’ pop that or make love to it with your eyes?”
“Shut up. I got this.” Ricky threw her head back, tossed the pill in her mouth, and guzzled down the bottle of water. “Is you happy?” She laughed, doing her best T. I. imitation.
“I’ll be real happy if you come lay right here.” Quentin motioned for her to lie across his lap. Fulfilling his wish, Ricky stretched out, lying the back of her head in the center of his lap. Quentin looked down into her eyes. With his finger he traced the outline of her face. “Ricky, I’m falling in love with you all over again, sweetheart.”
“Don’t start with the X talk, Quentin,” Ricky said, knowing very well how X had the tendency to make people run their mouths, although the majority of the time it helped people to express their true feelings easily.
“Nah, this real talk. You’re still my best friend and will always be. I know I haven’t told you in a while, but I’m so proud of you.”
“For what?”
“You are a great mother, the perfect wife for me, and your career is through the roof.”
“That’s so sweet, honey.” Ricky stretched as she began to feel the ecstasy take over her body. It was such a euphoric feeling. She looked her husband in the eye. “Quentin, I remember when all of this was a dream. Everything that I’ve become and every goal that I’ve reached I couldn’t have done without you by my side. Being with you has always made me wanna be a better woman for you and the kids. God blessed me so . . . when he sent me you.”
Quentin smiled at her. “Now whose doing the X talk?”
“Whatever! I love you, Quentin.”
“I Love you, Ricky.” He leaned down and engaged her in a passionate kiss.
Ricky broke the kiss when the intro to Beyonce’s Naughty Girl came on. She stood to her feet and began winding her waist in front of her husband and singing “I’m feeling sexy, I wanna hear you call my name.”
Watching her move around in the little dress had his dick at full attention, and she knew it. The ecstasy had her feeling so sexy and extra pretty. Her movements were borderline perfect. Quentin enjoyed the show thoroughly. He sat back and told her, “Take that dress off.”
Ricky turned her back to Quentin, and he unzipped the back of the dress, letting it drop to her feet revealing her pearl thong. Seeing the string of pearls in her ass had his dick throbb
ing. “Whew! Where you get that thong from?”
“Vicki’s,” she answered, standing completely still while shaking her ass like a professional stripper, only inches from his face.
“I want you to give me a real show.”
She turned around to face him, her hands on her hips. “What do you mean a real show?”
Reaching down into the picnic basket, Quentin pulled Ricky’s rabbit vibrator.
She began laughing. “I see you had this planned all along.” Taking the rabbit from his hand, she sat across from him and opened her legs wide, giving him a full view. “Tell me what you want to see,” her voice dripped with seduction.
“Slide your thong over.”
Ricky pushed the string of pearls over, revealing her ripe clitoris. She slid two of her fingers in her mouth and used them to add some extra moisture to her clit. “What else, baby?”
“You know what I like . . . let me watch you please yourself.”
Ricky turned on her favorite sex toy and went to work parting her swollen vaginal lips with two fingers. She rubbed the vibrating rabbit ears back and forth against her clit. The vibration sent waves of pleasures through her entire body. She tried looking at her husband to see if he was enjoying her performance, but she was unable to, because she couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling behind her head from the pleasure. Her body suddenly tensed up, jerking back and forth as she became tingly all over. She moaned loudly as the liquefied cream shot straight out of her pussy and onto the blanket.
That did it. Quentin could no longer contain himself. He crawled onto his wife, pushed her knees back to her shoulder, and pushed his hard member inside of her. He just let it sit inside of her.
Ricky looked up at him still panting from her strong orgasm. “What you doing? Why you not moving?”
“You gotta tell me you want this dick,” he said, giving her a little pump.
“You know I want it.”
Giving her two small forceful pumps he told her, “Then, tell me you want this dick.”
“I want your dick, only yours, baby.”
Quentin rolled his hips back forth, driving himself farther into her. The ecstasy had both of them extra sensitive, so each stroke was magnified intensely.
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