Things were not adding up. I wanted to believe for him he was just seeing things. For the first time in a long time, I was speechless.
Jay continued his rant. “I busted my ass this whole time, just so she could fuck me over. I should’ve killed her!”
“Slow down, J, you kept your cool, be thankful for that. We could have been having this same convo with you behind bars.” I had to remind him.
Damn. How did it come to this?
“K, you’re my boy and I love you like a brother. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a killer.”
Feeling he was cooling off, I asked him, “So, what’s your next move?”
The answer came in the form of a knock on the door. When he opened it, two more women were standing there looking like they were pleased to see him standing there. I recognized them immediately, remembering them from a couple of months ago. They usually partied with us whenever we were at Candy’s house hosting.
Jay had to get this hurt out of his system before anything could go further, and I knew it. Hell, I’d probably be doing the same thing right now. One thing was for certain: it was going to get worse before it got better. But I wasn’t so sure it would get better this time.
“I’m here, as you asked, Daddy.”
Seeing Candy at my door in next to nothing except a pair of heels was definitely what the doctor ordered. I needed to get my mind off of the bullshit yesterday with Jay, but I had a feeling she needed some help, too, so I made Neferterri call in to work this morning. I wasn’t feeling well and needed to go to the doctor.
Yeah, weak excuse, I know. But I was in need of some sexual healing.
“Come to me,” I commanded.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, closing the door behind her and repositioning herself on her knees at my feet.
“Were you a good girl while Daddy was away?” I asked her.
“Yes, Daddy,” Candy replied. “I kept it wet and tight for you, as you specified.”
I looked down at Candy as she untied and removed my shoes and then moved up my pants to unbuckle my belt. “I have a surprise for you, baby,” I told her. I lifted her chin up to look at me.
She nodded, never slowing down in her task. She didn’t notice Neferterri above her, removing my shirt. My guess was I wouldn’t stop them from eventually wanting to get the morning started earlier than I wanted to. Once she noticed her best friend was there with us, the smile on her face was precious, to say the least.
The morning just turned up, to take a phrase from our oldest daughter.
“Hi, baby. Miss me, too?” Neferterri asked her.
“Mmm-hmmm,” Candy mouthed, successful in her task of getting my pants off and taking up the new task of her latest oral presentation to the chairman of the board.
My body betrayed me. It had been a couple of days since I’d had sex with Neferterri, and while I promised Candy she would belong to me today, my plans were about to be altered a little bit.
They both had me completely naked in no time, as Candy began to nuzzle her lips against my shaft. Neferterri did not disappoint, either, gently biting and sucking on my nipples, all while coaxing Candy to begin performing her expert deep throat skills on me.
Damn. Candy had me coming in her mouth before I knew what hit me, and she made sure she swallowed every drop I had to give her. I let out a loud primal growl as I erupted, a sound Neferterri was all too familiar with.
I forced Neferterri to her knees and commanded Candy by uttering the single command, “spread.” Candy quickly lay on her back and spread her legs on the mattress.
Now, I know what you may be thinking… Neferterri’s a Dominant, right?
Why, yes, yes, she is, and a damn good one, too.
Let me clear it up for you: Candy was in the know, but she’s not a lifestyle submissive; she simply likes the role play with us, and my wife does like to switch to submissive from time to time as well. So, consider today one of those times, and enjoy the rare view into something like this because it’s not likely to happen anytime soon.
I next issued the command to Neferterri, “69,” and she straddled her legs and positioned her pussy lips over Candy’s face, sitting on her tongue before she dropped down over Candy’s silken wetness to complete the command.
While they were busy bringing each other to exquisite pleasure, it allowed me time to compose myself and focus on what I had originally planned to do. I made sure the wax was in its place, still heating on the bar counter top in the kitchen, before I went downstairs and looked around the basement, checking one wall that housed the glass cases of weaponry I used for knife play: knives, swords, smaller switchblades and the like. On the opposite wall were the Saint Andrews Cross and the floggers, bullwhips, and electro-stimulation equipment.
I moved to the wall of floggers and picked out my leather floggers to use on them while they were engaged in each other. The screams I heard from upstairs hurried my steps before they wore themselves out. I still had plans for both of them.
I slapped the flogger against my wife’s beautiful ass first, since she was the one on top, increasing the intensity with each stroke across her skin. I heard her moaning while she lapped away at Candy’s sex, which only inspired me to flog her harder to elicit a more audible response. I alternated the slaps of the flogger with gentle rakes across her skin with my nails, concentrating on the same area I’d just struck, knowing it would give Mercedes the tingling sensation that would have her coming in no time.
Her ass swayed in rhythmic sync with my flogging and Candy’s oral skills; it wouldn’t take long to stroke her into an intense orgasm. I quickly mounted her while Candy licked her, and within a few minutes, the stimulation overload pushed her over the edge into her first orgasmic wave.
“Oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming!” my wife yelled out. “Fuck me harder, Daddy!”
I kept stroking her, feeling Candy’s fingers massaging my balls while I pumped away at Neferterri’s swollen lips. Every so often, I pulled out of my wife and slid my dick into Candy’s mouth, allowing her to taste us both before penetrating Neferterri again. I finally pulled out a final time so Candy could work Neferterri’s clit and make her come again.
Surprisingly, I was still hard. Not as hard as I was when we first got started, but hard enough to get one final climax.
I whispered the command, “sit,” into Neferterri’s ear, which meant for her to face sit over Candy, leaving Candy’s pussy and ass exposed. I walked into the kitchen and took the wax from the counter top, returning to the living room before my wife got any ideas to change positions, and began to drip small slivers of wax onto her exposed clit.
I heard small muffled moans coming from Candy, but she did not lose her concentration. I asked my wife, “Does she want more? Her body says yes, but I want her to say it.”
Neferterri tried to form the words, but Candy had her on the edge again. “Yes…fuck…Daddy…she wants more. She’s…mmm, dammit…nodding her head. Give her more, Daddy.”
I increased the amount of wax, but kept the same cadence, covering her thighs and panty line. Candy gyrated and wiggled her hips, enjoying every minute of the torture I gave her. I used a warm, damp cloth to wipe away the wax that had hardened, but after a while of seeing her pussy begging to be fucked, my body finally heeded the call to duty.
Candy was so wet from the wax torture it was as easy to enter her as it was Neferterri. I didn’t stay in her wetness too long, however, because I had something special in mind to bring her to climax.
I commanded Neferterri to crawl and retrieve the dildo she used with her strap-on harness and to get it lubed up.
“Beg me to fuck your ass, Candy,” I ordered her. “Tell me how bad you want it in your ass, bitch.”
“Please, Daddy, fuck my ass!” Candy screamed. “It’s yours, Daddy, it’s all yours!”
While Mercedes lubed the dildo, I slid a pillow under Candy’s ass and slowly penetrated her anally, grinning as I managed to get my entire length insi
de her. She loved anal sex with either of us. It didn’t matter to her who had her, as long as she could fly over the edge and into the abyss of orgasmic bliss. I stroked her slow, allowing her to adjust to my girth, when she received the surprise I had waiting on her.
Mercedes teased Candy’s lips with the head of the dildo before inserting it deep into her depths. Candy’s eyes widened to the unexpected double penetration euphoria we don’t do very often because it triggers powerful multiple orgasms.
I adjusted Candy’s hips so we could stroke her without getting in each other’s way. With one hand, Mercedes feverishly stroked her pussy, and with the other hand, she pinched Candy’s nipples hard, causing her to scream out for her to pinch them harder. I kept stroking her ass, so slick from the friction and lube, it felt like I was inside her wetness.
“You’re making me come! Oh my God, yes, I’m coming!” Candy shrieked, grabbing Neferterri’s arm to brace against the intensity of the waves rippling through her body.
I pumped harder, fueled by screams, trying to stave off my own climax building with each stroke. I pulled out before Candy passed out and took the condom off so I could come in my wife’s mouth. The feeling was delicious, as her tongue massaged my shaft to prolong the orgasm a little while longer before I pulled out of her mouth.
We collapsed on the floor, completely spent. We were all going to need a nap before we had to go get the kids from school.
“So, what was that about needing a fire put out, baby girl?” Neferterri joked to Candy.
“I’m not complaining anymore,” was her response. “You two are more than enough for me for a few days at least.”
7 NEFERTERRI
I hated days like this, where I had to walk on eggshells.
Seeing my husband in a funk for the rest of the week, despite the wonderful time we’d had with Candy yesterday, was not something I was used to, and I wasn’t about to get used to it, either. This thing with Jay had him disturbed, but he had his moments where he blocked everything and everyone out until he figured out how to fix it. This wasn’t going to be an easy fix because of the people involved.
Yeah, I know, being in the lifestyle blurs the lines of monogamy and fidelity, but being dishonest to the one you love and are committed was wrong, period. It’s why relationships had to be strong before entering this realm. We’d seen couples who thought they were committed to each other, only to realize they were not sexually compatible to each other. Say what you want, but sex is as important in a relationship as any other aspect, otherwise, the divorce rate wouldn’t be so high these days.
He hadn’t been neglecting me or the kids or anything. He had the ability to turn off whatever was bothering him for short periods of time. I gave him space when he needed it, especially when Jay came over to shoot pool in the basement. Sometimes it took a man to help another man through his struggles, and I always loved Ramesses for being able to be there for Jay.
Jay had now been gone from Jasmine for nearly two weeks. Even though he was the one wronged in this latest incident, he still tried to swallow his pride and patch things up with her, but he still stayed with different friends the entire time. While it was nice to have him over and he was always great company, sooner or later, something had to give before my home eventually became a battleground for something akin to the “War of the Roses.”
Remember how that turned out? Yeah, those were my sentiments exactly.
Ramesses was in the kitchen cooking on a rare Sunday night, doing his own spaghetti concoction the kids seemed to like a lot. The way he joked with the kids and moved around the kitchen, it felt like the whole situation was behind him. I had to be sure, so, at the risk of upsetting the positive vibe in the house, I began my Q&A session.
“Can I ask a question?” I asked him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he sprinkled the chopped onions over the ground beef.
“As long as it has nothing to do with Jasmine, fire away,” he answered flatly.
“Baby, I know what she did was fucked up, but she’s paying for it.”
He put the spatula down, which I already knew was not a good sign. I felt his shoulders tense up, and it was only a matter of bracing for impact from that point forward.
Before he could get a word out, the phone rang. I didn’t care who it was, I was happy to not have to hear him roar yet. I left him in the kitchen and grabbed one of the other extensions before one of the kids picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Mercedes, it’s Candy. Jasmine’s on her way over here.” I heard the irritation in her voice. Candy and Jasmine were sorors, but they weren’t exactly as tight as they once were. I knew my best friend, and she didn’t like being bothered on Sundays. That was, unless it’s me or Ramesses.
“I’m on my way.” I figured I could deal with my husband’s mood once I got done ripping Jasmine a new hole. Imagine my surprise to see my husband and kids laughing at something on TV when I walked into the living room. He acted like the previous ten minutes never happened.
“Baby, I need to head out. I’ll be at Candy’s, okay?” I shouted out in his direction.
“Yeah, babe, let me know how it turns out,” he replied. He was still huddled up with the kids, watching some craziness on television they’d roped him in to watching.
Now, why in the back of my mind did I think he had been listening in on the other extension to make a comment like that?
Thankfully, I got to Candy’s house before Jasmine did.
I hoped to beat her there so it didn’t look as if she had called me over. To make it less suspicious, I parked my car in the empty garage spot, to make it look like I had been there for a few hours.
The things I do for that woman.
I found Candy sunbathing naked out on the back patio. I stared at her skin as it bronzed in the sun, watching the beads of sweat make her look absolutely radiant enough to rape on the spot. I had to regain my composure though. If I didn’t, things might end up rolling into a different flow, and Jasmine’s doorbell rings might get ignored. But I shook it off, considering her balcony was in direct line of sight for more than a few neighbors to get a good show. Not like I cared, but sooner or later, she’s gonna get busted for indecent exposure.
“So, what did you really need me for?” I asked, knowing she could handle Jasmine on her own.
“Well, I was hoping we could play around and little before she showed up. You know I handle things better when I have some of you.” Candy flirted. She moved toward me, ready to get a quickie in. “It has been a couple of weeks, sexy.”
The doorbell interrupted that idea quickly.
“Damn,” Candy shouted. “You’re not getting off that easy. Let’s get this over with, but you’re gonna have to come out of those clothes if you’re gonna fool Jasmine.”
I didn’t need to be convinced, especially when I was used to being naked at her house. I gave her a quick pop on her ass and said, “Now, go and answer the door.”
Once we headed back inside, I managed to slip into the bedroom to put a robe on while Candy let Jasmine in. She cleaned up pretty well, but then again, she probably went to church this afternoon, too. Her demeanor seemed a bit softer than I expected. Considering she hadn’t seen her husband for more than a couple of hours for the last couple of weeks, one would think she would at least be on edge.
Candy started up right away, asking, “You still haven’t seen Jay?”
“I’d imagine Mercedes has seen him more than I have. I’ve talked to him, and he does come over, but he’s still cold to me,” Jasmine stated.
“Can you blame him? All the bullshit you put him through, and the thing you accuse him of doing, you get caught doing red-handed,” Candy said. The anger in her voice took me by surprise. “You know you fucked up, or at least I hope you know you did.”
“Okay, Candy, chill,” I calmed her down. “Jasmine, what were you thinking?”
“I needed some attention, damn it!” Jasmine yelled. “He gets all the attention when
we’re out at parties. I wanted to join with him, but these females ain’t with it.”
“You wonder why?” Candy asked. “You’re not sexy. You’ve got a body, but that’s about it.”
The whole room got quiet.
Candy kept pressing the issue. “This is probably the best I have personally seen you look all year. You say you’re bi, but you got them butches at your job gassing your head up like you’re the second coming of Pam Grier.”
Jasmine had the nerve to look insulted. “I can have anyone I want, once I show my body off. Hell, I’ve even got you two beat. So how am I not sexy?”
“Because it’s your attitude, bitch,” I finally chimed in. It’s time to set this woman straight on a few things. “Candy’s right, you’ve bought into your own press. You think you’re better than everyone else, like it’s a privilege to fuck you or something.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Jasmine huffed. “These people have no game at these parties, Mercedes.”
“You just don’t get it, do you? Look, Jay is a lot like Kane. He doesn’t put on airs or acts like he’s better than you. He makes women feel sexy, and they feel at ease around him.” I had to lay it all out for her, to make her understand. “All you do is frown at people, making sure no one approaches you. Do you understand that turns people off? I mean, word gets around, Jasmine.”
“I don’t give a fuck about those people!” Jasmine yelled again, this time with tears in her eyes. “I just want my husband back! These bitches don’t hold a candle to me, and he knows that!”
“Jasmine, you never lost your husband. If you did, he would have beaten your ass, and probably killed the guys you were fucking when you thought he was gonna crash at Kane and Mercedes’ place that night, like he usually does when you kick him out.” Candy had just about reached her boiling point. “He still goes home with you, and manages to fuck your brains out when you get home. I know, because you bragged about it all the time. Do you know how many women would kill to have a man like Jay to be married to?”
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