Damn that ass. I watched her walk away, secretly glad I’d suggested that red dress. It hugged her in all the right places.
I smiled to myself, my mind going back to just a couple of hours ago, when I had her bent over the bathroom sink, pounding away at that pussy. She took it like a real woman. I almost screamed out that damn L-word when I nut. The woman drove me crazy.
I don’t know what it is about her. This vibe she gives off makes me want to tongue that kitty all day long. That’s what she deserves. A full day of my tongue action on her pussy. Her words melt me. And I know she ain’t doing it on purpose either. Her actions, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, it‘s all natural to her. Why’d she have to look at me like that for?
She did it just now as she walked away from me with Damian. She looked over her shoulders, that erotic look in her eyes like she wanted to eat me alive. I’m sure Damian had something to do with it. I’m damn sure of it.
He was standing really close behind her when I walked back in to the living room with our drinks. I ain’t even gonna lie. Something jerked inside me, I don’t even want to think of what it could be…
I mean, I know she’s got other lovers, at least I think so. I don’t think I’m her only one. And we’ve discussed fantasies and role-playing and shit like that. She’s always so eager to please. Which is why I keep coming back to her. Savannah knows how to hit my spots. No woman’s ever blown my mind the way she has. Among other things. Damn. And the thought of letting her have Damian? For her own pleasure? It crossed my mind. Actually, come to think of it…it was Damian’s idea.
Men talk. And Damian had been bragging one day at the office about some lady he’d brought home after the club who gave him mouth action in the cab ride home. Of course, being a man, I retorted with, “My woman got freaky with me IN the club.” This got Damian’s attention and we started exchanging stories.
He’d asked me, during one of our sex talks, if Savannah ever brought another man into the scene.
“See if she’s up for it bro’”, he’d said, “I mean, the way you talk about her, she might enjoy getting dicked down AND sucking dick at the same time. Hey, it’s not like you’re exclusive to each other right? You’re not in a committed relationship. And you don’t love her so how hard would it be to share her for a night?”
I hadn’t liked the way he’d said “share her for a night.” I know Damian. What he wants, he gets. I’d forgotten all about that conversation until today, until I saw him standing behind her so intimately.
But I wasn’t about to compete with my boss for my woman. I make light of it, but I know the way Savannah feels about me. I can’t let her know I know; that’ll mess up our whole arrangement. I like what we’ve got. Naw, I more than like what we’ve got. I’ll please her any way she wants to be pleased…and I’m all the man she needs.
My mind wandered to that damn dress again. Her breasts were looking so proper too, looking like they were ready to be freed at a single touch. I know she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress. That’s my Savannah. Always ready and willing at the mere mention of the word from my lips.
Fuck. Thoughts of Damian’s hands on her arms pushed back into my mind. I’d seen the way she looked when she walked away from me. He couldn’t have possibly tried to seduce her in the short amount of time that I was away from them, could he?
I pictured her hands around his shoulders, her head thrown back provocatively, inviting kisses on her neck and throat. Man, I love that throat. She always looks so demure and sweet when she does that, completely opposite to the strong and sexy woman that I know her to be. My mind was reeling. I pictured Damian’s hands on her ass, pushing her dress away to get to that sweetness that is mine. I saw my woman undressing him, her hands anxious and desperate to get to his nakedness. I saw my woman straddled on top of my boss, enjoying the feel of him underneath. I saw her lips parted and his finger in her mouth, Savannah sucking away, rolling her tongue around his finger. I swear I felt my cock stir and instantly got mad at myself for thinking this way.
Dammit. I took a swig of beer and ignored the nonsense in my head. I couldn’t be jealous. “I’m not jealous,” I told myself. “If Savannah finds Damian attractive and wants to sex him, I’ll let her do her thing and step away.”
A sudden surge of anger shot through me. I chugged back the rest of my beer and walked across the room where I’d left them. I looked around, trying to think of which way he’d taken her. There were more guests since we’d arrived and there was a soft murmur of conversation within the house. I strained my hearing, listening for her voice.
What I heard from around the corner was no mistake. It was Savannah’s soft whisper. I turned the corner and stopped just before the entrance to the room.
Why was I acting this way? What did I expect to find? Damian had taken her away to show her his collection of art. How would I look barging in on them, interrupting her art lesson? What would she think? She’d think I was a jealous control freak and she’d get turned off from me. I didn’t want to risk losing her…
And this was my boss. I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him, no matter what we’d discussed in the past.
“You know what she’s doing Michael,” a voice said inside my own head, “and sub-consciously, you knew when Damian took her away, you knew this would happen. Think about it. She‘s not really your woman, is she?” I shook my head at myself, trying to shake it all away.
What if…? Fuck this. What if…? Damn. What’ll I do?
I stepped ahead quietly, being very careful so no one could see me. I held onto the wall and peered inside.
There she was.
Savannah lay on her back, her dress pushed up to her waist, legs apart.
And there, face down in her pussy, eating her with a fierceness I’ve only seen in movies, was Damian.
I froze. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t. I held my breath, careful not to make any noise and be found out.
I didn’t know what to do. My heart was pounding at my throat and something inside made me want to knock this motherfucker out cold…..
…but at the same time, I voyeuristic-ally wanted to stand there and watch my woman moan and groan at another man’s touch.
Savannah’s eyes were closed, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in deeper. She moaned. It wasn’t a loud moan but it was a moan nonetheless. I could hear the licking noises he was making with her pussy. She lifted her hips up higher to him, trying to maximize her pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s my girl,” I thought.
There was no mistaking my cock this time. It was hard. Watching my woman in this wanton lust, getting pleased by another man was exciting me. I grabbed my dick, trying to adjust it in my pants, wanting so much to walk in the room and shove it in her mouth. This was some bullshit.
“I want you,” she panted. “I want you so bad, Damian,” I heard her say. Fuck. These were words I’d heard. I did this to her. I made her moan and groan like this. I should be there. Not him.
I watched as Damian pushed his pants down, freeing his cock for her to see. And she smiled. I saw her smile.
There was a jab at my heart, some kind of feeling I wasn’t willing to explore right now. I was entranced at this show. This was definitely a guilty pleasure.
Damian teased her with his cock, making my woman crazy with desire for him. And then her voice again.
“Damian, please, we don’t have much time. Please just fuck me.”
She wanted to get fucked. She was filled with desire for this other man.
He pushed into her and she moaned again. I watched as she writhed against him, looking to get her 30 seconds of pulsating pleasure.
I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit. I wanted her so bad just then, I wanted to please her and make her come. I wanted to be that guy. My dick stood rock-hard against the fabric of my boxers, making me want to pound into her.
She was going to come. I knew this. I could tell by her movements that my woman was on the brink of her orgasm. I wanted so bad to give her my pleasure…I wanted to be Damian…
…fuck. Fucking hell. I swear my heart fell to the ground…..
Savannah opened her eyes and looked over at the door.