Nympho (9 page)

They both laughed as I held my hand up and wiggled it.

“So, you're seeing Deja?” I asked, confused.

“Deja is my wife, not my girlfriend.”

“Your wife?”

“We can both do what we want as long as we discuss it,” Rich explained.

Then it hit me—they were swingers, and this club was swinger, bisexual, and gay friendly. Being open-minded was a requirement. It wasn't like anyone was here just to listen to the music, drink brews, and have a good time. They were here to hook up.

All of those apple martinis I drank started to cloud my judgment. Rich and Deja began drinking a concoction I'd never heard of called Sex on the Beach, of all things. The next thing I felt was a pat on my ass, and then I was on the dance floor nestled between the two of them. Deja was bordering on the full-figured side, but still what I considered drop-dead gorgeous. She definitely changed my mind about what society may classify as an ideal size. She stood about 5'2 and began sliding her hand up my dress, feeling on my legs.

“You have the most firm legs,” she told me.

I knew I'd exceeded my alcohol limit when I said, “If you like my legs, you'd
love
what's in between them.”

Rich winked at me, rubbing up against my kitty kat, causing my thoughts to become thoroughly soaked in lust. Just when I thought that I'd heard it all, he whispered in my ear after the song ended.

“I bet we would. You're really impressive. So what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing in particular,” I answered.

“Come home and party with us, Leslie,” he offered. I felt my nipples harden as I listened to those taboo words that added up to one freaky invitation.

“I don't know if I should,” I said, half giggling. “I don't know you and you all don't know me,” I flirted. My head felt light and my coordination took on a life of its own.

Deja pressed her two mountain peaks against my back, reached around toward mine, and gently touched my nipples with her fingertips.

“I think you just may have the biggest nipples I've ever touched. They're as big as Lemon Heads.”

“Lemon what?” I asked, smiling.

“The candy. I bet they taste sweeter than sugar, too,” she said. I was too inebriated to freak out. Instead, I felt relaxed enough to take the naughty trip with her.

“I really like you, Leslie,” Deja continued.

“I really think your man is hot and you're cute for a girl. I never said anything like this to a woman before, but you're really pretty. I think you've got the perfect shape. And your titties are so huge. How big are they?”

“I'm an E cup—all natural. So you are attracted to us. Since that's the case, I'm rather certain there's something we can do for you in private. In fact, it would be our privilege to do some things to you that you've probably never experienced. You'll never know what that entails unless you accept our invitation to come home with us,” she explained softly, with a hint of seductiveness in her voice. “You only live once. If you're even a little bit curious about our proposal just say yes to doing something spontaneous. No worries, just kinky fun and pleasure—I promise,” Deja added while still massaging my nipples.

That's all it took to cause my wheels to turn. Her erotic stunt led to the three of us leaving in search of something I had no business finding—a ménage a trios. Although I should've run like the wind, this experience spelled instant gratification, and I was game to be instantly gratified by two hedonistic and horny strangers. Although I wasn't willing to admit it to myself, part of the reason I decided to experience a threesome was to get back at Trey for ditching me to go to that stinking game. In case it's not obvious, I hate getting stood up. Two wrongs don't make a right, but I felt getting a little bit of pleasure could make me feel better than a mad, sexually-frustrated bitch.

A
s we walked down the hall leading to their apartment, our equilibrium proved to be slightly off kilter. Rich and Deja pressed every button that I had at the same time. Rich began handling his business before the three of us even made it inside of their apartment, signaling Deja to flirt with me by verbalizing what she planned to do to my body. I giggled and felt a rush of excitement. I could hear the desire in his voice. I wished Trey would play with me emotionally and physically the way they were doing, but that was unlikely so I allowed these two strangers to get off on the thought of seducing a single, lonely woman.

The venue where we got our party started was beautiful, to say the least. It was equipped with several fireplaces, parquet floors, and antique furniture. I guess Deja was the one with the eclectic decorating style. Antiques and modern furniture coexisted in the same rooms. I spotted a baby grand piano, a chaise lounge, brass candle sticks, various limited edition prints, and authentic looking Tiffany lamps on our way to their bedroom. When we reached a king-sized bed topped with a lightweight gold colored silk comforter, I fell backward.

“I'll do anything for you and to you,” Deja said, leaning on her elbows and kissing me all over my face. Her large breasts brushed my chest.

“We're pretty open-minded and fun. Tell us what you like, and we'll make your erotic dreams come true,” Rich added, removing my high heels and panties. When I looked at his body, I noticed he was all muscle.

The pair made me feel like a goddess, so I just giggled without answering. My mind was relaxed and a smile covered my face as I anticipated how Rich and Deja would tease me. I dropped my purse on the side of the bed. Deja took the opportunity to help me undress while I sat up slightly.

“Your shit is right. I knew it. You're the one with the most incredible body,” she said. “Look, Rich—she has an outtie. Look at her big clit.”

Deja affectionately began kneading my breasts and sucking on my nipples like I had her undivided attention.

“You're right, Deja. It looks delicious. My wife doesn't mind sharing, so may I kiss your clitoris?” Rick asked in the cutest way.

All I could do was nod my head yes. “Relax and enjoy having a handsome black man eat you, nice and slow. You don't even have to return the favor . . . unless you want to,” he added. I felt Rich licking between my thighs, so I went with the flow and locked my legs around his head as his wet and welcoming tongue moved steady and slow.

“Oh. Oh. Shit!” I screamed. My legs flew open, quivering, and my face felt flushed. The next thing I heard was the buzzing of a vibrator. Rich held it on my clitoris while Deja watched and began kissing me on the lips. I thoroughly enjoyed their hands, fingers, mouths, and tongues exploring my body. Every sensation was soothing and intense. I became completely engrossed in what we were doing, and for the first time, my mouth experienced what it was like to suck another woman's nipples. I nestled my face in between Deja's plump breasts and let my mouth explore her peaks, one at a time. Before I knew it, I shut my eyes and I did my best to gently suck them the same way Rico had done mine. The vibrator continued to hum steadily, teasing my clitoris, and I enjoyed giving and receiving a whole lot of pleasure.

In the midst of having my world rocked sideways like I was participating in my first live porn flick experience, I thought I heard a knock at the door. Deja grabbed the vibrator and continued to pleasure me with it while Rich left our presence. As my moans escaped into the air, I heard him speaking in soft, low tones.

“What in the hell do you think you're doing? We have company,” he said.

“And? I am
not
scared of you,” a bold, feminine voice replied.

“You know you shouldn't be here.”

“Says
who
?” she asked. “So now you want to play favorites? Oh no. I don't think so. I'm your girlfriend, remember?”

“You know the rules. It's not your place to just show up anytime you feel like it. You're my girlfriend,
not
my wife,” Rich told her.

“I'm trying to get some, and you're not trying to give me any. That wasn't the agreement either.”

The conversation ceased, and by this time, Deja was licking me in between my legs the way a thirsty dog laps up water from a bowl. When Rich returned, he picked up where Deja left off with my breasts. In the background, I heard the shower running. The mystery woman entered the room, dropped her towel, and then joined us up on the bed. The threesome turned into a foursome. Hands were groping all over my body. As thirty fingertips touched and stimulated me, I suddenly felt the need to reciprocate. I thought of Trey while I sucked on Rich with Deja and the newest stranger pleasuring me below.

Rich put on a condom, and then he screwed all of us, one by one. He was a beast. When my turn came, I craved the pounding sensation that I'd watched him give Deja. All kinds of swapping went on all night long, until the sun came up. I didn't have an orgasm, but having all of that adventurous sex was a welcomed distraction.

A ringing sound awakened me. I lifted my head from under the covers and saw people all over the room. At first, I couldn't recall what had occurred the night before, or whose bed I was in, but I did I realize my cell phone was going off in my purse. I reached for it and took my phone out.

“Where are you? I was worried about you. I called you after I went out with my boys and didn't get an answer on either phone. I've left six messages,” Trey rambled.

I smirked. Since I hadn't been available to take his calls he was suddenly able to see how facing the unknown felt.

“I was hanging out with Tanya and fell asleep at her place,” I lied, looking around at the snoring people. “I was up all night playing with the kids. We were watching Barney, and I helped her wash six loads of clothes. You'd be tired too, Trey.”

“Hurry up. I want to see you. I fly out for a week on Monday.”

My head was pounding because the after effects of the liquor began to kick in. I struggled to hold my lies together. The manner in which I ended up in the strange bed flooded my memory bank, and I realized my drinking binge had led me there. As I bungled through holding a conversation with Trey, an angry-looking man blew into the room talking loudly.

“What did I tell you about this shit?” he exclaimed.

“What's that noise?” Trey asked.

“Cable, I gotta go. I told Tanya about watching adult movies around the kids.” I abruptly ended the call. Everyone began to stir, jumping up like they were waking up from a bad dream.

“Get your hot ass in the car. Hurry up! I swear you can't make a ho into a housewife,” he spat, cursing at the strange woman. “You're not moving fast enough, Linda.” He shook her foot, then she scrambled to comply. The couple moved against the headboard and leaned on each other. “You have nothing to say to me?
And
you want to take your time? Oh, hell naw!” He dragged the naked woman out of the bed by her hair. “You're not leaving those squealing kids on me. Get up! I give you affection. I've been a good husband to you. I give you love. I put you through school. I keep a roof over your head, and I am the one who keeps you fed. Still, you fuck around and sleep with these freaks. Ever since they moved in the neighborhood you've gotten out of hand. This is the last time I'm going to have to show up and snatch you up because the house is going on the market today, and we're moving to Kansas, Mobile, Alabama, or somewhere far away from Chocolate City or anywhere like it!”

The woman scurried to her feet. With his left hand, the man pulled a nine from out of his pants and began waving it around the room like a lunatic. He walked over and stuck his gun between Rich's legs. “Unless you're willing to share your woman with me every night, leave mine alone.” He hit his wife upside the head with the gun once and then stared at Deja. “I hate you, you snatch-licking, dyke bitch—stay away from my pussy! This is your last warning! Next time, I'll pop a cap in your freak ass.”

Deja looked terrified, but not half as much as the man's wife whose ponytail attachment was getting a helluva workout as he pulled at it like a caveman. It finally gave up and fell off. He glared at me and blurted out, “And you . . . go home to your man. I'm sure you've got one you're cheating on—out here being a ho.”

As soon as they left, I didn't contemplate getting out of dodge. I hopped over the ponytail piece, grabbed my shit and moved as fast as I could to ‘go home to my man.' All I knew was that I better get out of there and pull myself together before Tanya blew my cover. I was scared straight, at least temporarily. I had no idea whether she'd played along and be an alibi if Trey called or if the heffa would play more hardball.

I
pulled into the driveway like a rabid bat out of hell. I made a mad dash for the door, jumped in the shower to wash away the scents of my sin, then got my nerves together in a New York minute. Something told me that Trey was going to show up and use his spare key to my place, and I was right. I made it home with only five minutes to spare. When he stared me in the face my skin was still wet. In fact, I was wrapped in a towel and hadn't dried off yet. I knew he was searching for a host of explanations by the look he was wearing on his face.

“First of all, you left your keys in the door,” he said.

“I did?”

“Yes, you did. You've got to be more careful, Leslie,” Trey warned, placing them on the counter. He turned around and faced me. “You don't look like you were dressed like you were at Tanya's house, and according to your girl, she hasn't seen you in quite some time. She also said that she won't be participating in the wedding. What's that all about? What's
this
all about,” he asked, holding out the pink dress he picked up on his way into my house. I left it in the living room where I stepped out of it. I prayed that Trey wouldn't hold it close to his nose to inhale the smoke scent of the club. As I struggled to look expressionless, he added, “In fact, what's up with the hair, new dress, and attitude?”

“Hold on a second. You are not in charge of my life just because we're getting married. As you know, although my heart is yours, I no longer think its right to track your every move. I backed off after you went to that baseball game with your folks, but now you want to question me down. Look Trey, I don't want to argue. Let's move forward with this conversation.” I was feeling overwhelmed but refused to be a slave to guilt. “All right, fine. I really wasn't at Tanya's, if you really must know every nook and cranny regarding when I come and go. I have a right to wear what I want, and I've been working on spicing things up between us. I bought that dress for you. I was out shopping last night, getting a bit of a makeover, and taking care of some things for the wedding
. Is that a crime?
As far as Tanya, I didn't want to say anything, but she's bitter because I mentioned we applied for our marriage license the other day when she and I went for my final gown fitting. In fact, Ms. Maid of Honor didn't even want to learn how to bustle my train or fasten the buttons for her girl. I could just feel the tension mounting up even after I changed out of my dress.

“Can't you see what's happening here? I'm getting married and she's weary from dating knuckleheads. It's pure hatera-tion—nothing more. I was going to replace her and not make an issue out of it. The green-eyed monster will change people—even those you've known a long time. Think about it, Trey. She has no man—all she's got is a baby's daddy. Please don't give me drama because I've had enough from my
former
sister friend. Enough about that scenario. We don't get to see each other that much. I miss you, and that's where my focus should be. Let me make you breakfast.”

To my surprise, instead of snapping at me, Trey tongue kissed me and let me taste his sweet lips. “Hey, I can't wait to marry you. I'm on your side. Just believe what I'm telling you. We're going to make it. I can't wait to build a family with you—you're a good woman. I know I don't tell you this very often, but just because I don't come out and say those words doesn't mean I don't know I'm a lucky man. We need to stand together, Leslie. We're blessed with real love, and I'll never leave you.”

As I pressed his body against mine, everything felt perfect. I found myself slipping into shadows of the old Trey. Romantic and reassuring Trey felt as if he could chase my storms away, ending my personal suffering and doubt. In his arms, I felt the compassion of a bright sunny day and the peace of its presence. He began caressing my breasts, holding me tightly. I reached for his shorts and felt his penis stiffen. I wanted him, all of him—mind, body, and soul—today, tomorrow, and forever. At that moment, he was all I needed and the intensity of my love for the attentive Trey returned, gripping me without warning. When he released me, I walked to the bathroom, grabbed a robe, and put it on.

After cooking breakfast for him, we sat down and ate together the way I'd longed to for some time. I couldn't wait to get my arms around him. Trey must've felt a mirrored reflection of my feelings. Usually I would clear the table and wash the dishest, but this time, after we both finished eating, he grabbed my hand and initiated walking to my bedroom. When we arrived, I heard a strong voice despite the silence. As I watched my love undress, the voice was telling me Trey was sorry for not spending as much time with me lately, and reminding me I was truly the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. I smiled, dropped my robe, then I crawled on top of him. We kissed and caressed each other, and talked about our future. It was intimate and nice.

With a smile on my face, I slipped under crisp, clean sheets and basked in the glory of Trey the romantic, Trey the future father of my children, and Trey the sacred protector. As we held on to each other, I felt guided to make changes in my behavior. The only reason I didn't want to give my body to Trey was because I was tired from giving it to others. Instead, I slept a delicious sleep with the man of my dreams—one who had decided fornication was a sin.

Two hours later, my love was still knocked out. I carefully lifted his arm from around my waist and tipped out of bed to get a glass of water. After I drank it down, I suddenly felt losing what I had was not an option, even more so than before. Placing a call to protect my relationship became a must do after Trey showed so much emotion. He gave me a reason to want to fight back. Without thinking, I grabbed my purse from the table and eased out onto the back porch so I could have some privacy while I used my cell phone. I pressed speed dial and called Tanya. Even if I threw the first blow, I would prove that she didn't want none of this.

“How dare you, bitch! I warned you,” I said, snapping as soon as Tanya answered. “So you tried to make trouble with me and Trey? You stabbing me in the back isn't going to stop me from getting my man so don't think you've tied my hands down. I guess you forgot you told me your ex used to beat you and you had to find a shelter and start life over to get away from him. I tell you what I'm going to do for you since I'm getting tired of giving your hardheaded, two-foot-one ass so many chances. Get ready to reconcile, because when I get through, he'll have the kiddies.”

“No, don't. No, Les. He's a crazy man. I love you. Just understand that you hurt me. Let's sit down and discuss things today. Don't let a man come in between our friendship,” Tanya rambled.

I knew she had done the nasty with Rico, and I wanted to rub it in her face.

“Oh, now I'm Les? Now you love me, miss our friendship, and want to act like you have some sense—talking about not letting a man mess up how close we were? You act like you slept with Rico or something. If you're the big Christian you act like you are in church, surely you haven't been physical with Rico. You go around judging me, and look at how you're living.” Tanya didn't comment.

“I never said I did,” she replied faintly.

“And you never said you
didn't
. You think you're bad, trying to ruin my engagement? You knew what you were doing. You tried to play me like a fiddle. Kiss your job, peaceful life, and rug rats adios. It's hypocrite bitches like you that make it hard to . . .”

“Listen, please have a heart. I thought you cared about the children. Don't take our problems out on them. Give them a chance to grow up and be happy. We've known each other since the first grade. You're like family to me.”

“If you have the resources to obtain positive results, you'll be straight my sister. The case would have to be investigated before the children are taken away. It's not like you'll have recent charges against you for breaking and entering and assault. It's not like you leave them unsupervised sometimes when you have to work overtime, and the neighbors know about it. And it's not like more than one person will be saying you drink, smoke, and get high.”

I began rummaging through my purse while I talked and realized that Deja had slipped her cell phone number in it with a request to call for a hook up behind her husband's back. Without realizing it, I slipped and called Tanya the wrong name. “Deja, I'll tell you what I'd tell my blood sister. Take my advice and wiggle your way out of this one because you set yourself up.” When I decided I'd made my point enough and grew tired of Tanya's whining, I hung up, letting her panic over what I'd said. My phone rang immediately, but the word
private
displayed on my screen. I thought she'd called back, blocking her number so I'd listen to more of her moaning. Before I could cuss her out I heard my least favorite male voice.

“What you been up to, mami? Where've you been hiding, Les?” It was Rico. He was the last Negro I wanted to have a conversation with. I found myself wishing Tanya was still trying to chase him down and kept that dog on a leash.

“It's 8:00 A.M., what in the hell do you want? Wake the bitch up next to you and chat with her. I'm not the one. Your presence in my life has truly become annoying. Get a grip!”

“I bet you smell good,” he said, ignoring my comment. “You have that sweet smelling thing down pat. Leslie, I want to take you motorcycle riding then out for a romantic dinner.”

“Now is not a good time. I'm tied up. In fact, I'm tied up for a damn lifetime. I told you we're through. Can't you get that through your thick head?” I snapped.

“Find a way to spend some time with me. Look, I want to do something freaky to you, just the way you like it. I want you here. No exceptions, no excuses,” Rico explained, flipping the script.

“Or else what?”

“Who was there for you when you were lonely? Trey wasn't. I was taking care of your emotional and physical needs while he was out running the street.”

“Look, do what you want—I'm not coming.”

“Okay, you'll be sorry.”

“What are you implying?”

“I'm just making a simple request. I have a fantasy of having a woman dress sexy, me picking her up on my bike, then having a romantic evening. Don't question me, Leslie. It's much wiser to play along,” he said, sounding on top of his game.

At that moment, I remembered Rico was a lawyer. A bolt of fear rushed through me, and I felt threatened by his vague words and his profession. As a preventative move, I decided to entertain his invitation to feel him out.

“Fine. I'm coming, but only to talk. This has to stop. This is the last time I'll see you under these circumstances,” I told him, feeling forced into some sort of reconciliation.

“Fine. Just get rid of the dead weight and be ready by five. I know an under cover freaky bitch like you is standing naked while you're on the phone with me.” He laughed. “Dress to impress and I will pick you up on my bike. Make sure you do Trey good before he leaves, and call him daddy when you do it.”

My head began to throb as I ended the cell phone call. Rico had given me the chills. I crawled back into bed. I wanted to be warmed by Trey again but his eyelids opened.

“Did you rest well, baby?” I asked, kissing him on the lips. I pretended as if I'd never left the bed. Trey turned toward me then yawned and stretched. “I have some errands to run, baby. Maybe we can hook up later.”

“What's on your agenda today?” he asked.

“I hope to catch the eleven o'clock service at church then I may hit the gym, chill out and play the rest by ear.”

“Good, baby. I need to be going to church myself but maybe next Sunday. When you get in the gym, make sure you work on those thunder thighs. I wouldn't want to see you catch on fire from all of the rubbing and friction on a hot day,” Trey joked.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” he said, grinning.

“I heard that,” I answered, sitting on top of him, swinging my pillow in his direction. Trey began tickling me, and I laughed as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Remember, you're mine and you're all I need. Now do you still love your daddy?” he asked after we stopped our horse playing.

“Of course I love my daddy,” I answered. “Can't nobody do it like he does, and that's a fact. I know we're doing the right thing and I can't wait to make love to you, Trey.” Half smiling, I was thinking that even when he did do it, he still wasn't doing much!

I was off the hook since he'd be leaving shortly. Things were getting ugly and absolutely out of hand. Either way, I was off to see Rico after kissing my fiancé's lips with tenderness sweeter than anything I've ever known. After Trey left, I programmed Deja's number in my phone under florist and dropped her note in the shredder.