Married on Mondays (21 page)

F
oxy took over the register for Victoria.

Standing behind the counter, Foxy rewound her conversation with Winton in her mind, then replayed it like an audio podcast.
She was definitely the star. Winton, her costar. She hated verbally attacking her husband, but if she hadn’t acted crazy,
slammed the door with the intent to break it, he would’ve gotten more aggressive. His sticking his finger in her pussy was
awful. His leaving was good for them both. When Victoria returned, Foxy would go to Winton’s office. Maybe if they talked
in a semiprivate place neither of them would yell as they’d done last night.

“Where is Victoria?” DéJà asked.

“With a client.”

DéJà frowned. “Who?”

“The man who bought the cupcake.”

“I’ll be back,” DéJà said. She went into the office, returned with her purse.

“DéJà, don’t,” Foxy said. “She’s fine. Really, she left with a client. Here’s his receipt. You want to check the register
too? Damn, can’t you relax for one minute?”

The customer seated at a table became quiet, stared at Foxy. “My apology. Sisters’ quarrel. Nothing serious. More coffee?”
she asked. Picking up the pot of caffeinated coffee, she handed it to DéJà, then said, “I have to leave too. I’ll be back.”

Foxy’s emotions were eating at the lining of her stomach. She couldn’t wait until Victoria returned. She had to go talk to
her husband now.

M
issionary yes

Mercenary not

Pheromones

Endorphins

Contribute a lot

For happiness

Health

Emotional wealth

Happily bust from the gut

Orgasms are a must

Victoria got in her car, motioned for the thin man to follow her. She entered the gates of Crème Fantasyland. Escorting the
couple inside her home, Victoria led them to the lavish bathroom equipped with a steam and dry sauna, Jacuzzi, and shower
for two.

“Remove your clothes. Shower. Put on robes. Meet me here in the bedroom when you’re ready.”

Victoria closed the door, lit cedarwood- and clover-scented candles, sprayed lavender freshener in the air to heighten their
senses, opened the patio door, turned on the cascading waterfall headboard, selected Mozart from her iPod playlist, and neatly
folded the white comforter to the edge of the bed.

She opened her pleasure chest drawer beneath the bed, fluffed the pink feather that sat atop the crystal bottle filled with
edible cotton candy dusting powder, then set the bottle on a silver platter beside the bed. Surfing through the chest again,
she selected a G-spot vibrator, a lipstick clit stimulator, then placed them on the platter. Since most women experienced
clitoral orgasms first, Victoria had a special collection of items for the clit.

“Hmm, I want one more thing on the platter, but what?” She dug deeper into the chest. “Perfect.” She retrieved a tin of strong
peppermints and opened it.

The woman entered the room with her husband close behind. “Wow, this is like being in paradise,” she said, checking to see
if the water was real or a mirage. “It’s real, honey. Touch it.”

Victoria smiled at them. “Keep your robes on for now. I want you to lay sideways across the bed,” she told the man’s wife.
Victoria slid a satin pillow underneath the woman’s shoulders and head, then asked, “Are you comfortable?”

The woman reached for her husband’s hand, then said, “Yes.”

Victoria handed her husband the crystal bottle. “I want you to slowly open her robe, then dust a little cotton candy on your
wife’s breasts, stomach, and her kitty hairs. Is that okay?”

Her husband nodded.

The woman squeezed her husband’s hand. “Okay.”

Victoria asked the thin man, “Do you like cotton candy?”

“Oh, yeah. Loved it ever since I was a kid,” he said smiling. Meticulously he dusted his wife like she was precious china.
His enthusiasm exposed the vulnerable little boy inside him.

Men were fragile because their sensitivity was suppressed. Taught not to cry, to silence their pain, act like they didn’t
need love and affection. Women reared boys to be men, who were groomed to be grooms, who were expected to know but were seldom
taught how to love. The thin man wanted to please his wife. Having the desire to please was a good place to start in any relationship,
but Victoria wanted to find out how manly he was.

“Look at how beautiful your wife is. Tell her you’re going to make her cum.”

His brows rose. “Who? Me?” he asked, tightening his robe.

“Tell her what I said, and tell her you want her to tell you what feels good and to let you know right away if anything doesn’t
feel good.”

The thin man mustered up the energy to speak directly to his wife.

“Kiss your wife. Inhale her breath. Hold her close… good. Now, stop touching her and admire her body, then I want you to spread
her lips and look at her pussy.”

“Wow, that’s my wife?” he said. “We usually have sex in the dark, or if the lights are on, we do it under the covers. Honey,
you are beautiful all over,” he said without being coached.

While he was mesmerized, Victoria handed him the pink feather. “Now, tease her body.”

The thin man took the crystal bottle from the tray, dumped the cotton candy powder on his wife’s body, then dusted her.

Victoria laughed. “Okay, there is no wrong way to do this.”

His wife laughed. A sense of humor was good anytime, especially during sex.

“Trail kisses from her neck to her breasts. Lick her nipples.”

The man went wild with long, wet strokes all over his wife’s body, lapping up the cotton candy like he was at a carnival.
He hadn’t noticed that his wife’s body had tensed, her hands were clenched, and she’d started moving away from him.

“Stop,” Victoria commanded. “Look at your wife. Does she look pleased?”

He frowned. “I thought she was supposed to tell me if it didn’t feel good.”

“Lay back down,” Victoria told the woman. “And you, I want you to ease your hand over her stomach down to her shaft. Insert
your middle finger inside her vagina. Is she wet?”

“No.”

“Then you’re not exciting her. I want you to suck your middle finger and rotate it on her clit and suck her nipples at the
same time.

“Ou,” his wife moaned. “That feels nice.”

The man went wild again, then settled himself.

“Okay, that’s good.” Victoria instructed, “Now, I want you to kiss her shaft.”

“I don’t do that,” he protested.

“I thought you wanted your wife to have an orgasm.”

“I do, but I don’t do that.”

“Let this moment be about her, not you.”

The thin man placed his face between his wife’s thighs, took a really deep breath. He started off lightly licking his wife’s
pussy in an upward motion with the tip of his tongue.

“Ou, yes,” his wife moaned again.

He placed the center of his tongue over her clit and dragged his taste buds up her shaft. “Honey you taste so sweet,” he said,
lapping faster.

“Slow down. Go back to using the tip of your tongue. I like that better.”

He did, and his wife moaned louder.

Softly, Victoria said, “Now gently suck the tip of her clit… and I want you to insert your middle finger into her vagina but
don’t stop sucking. Is she wet?”

“Yes. Yes, baby you’re wet,” he said.

It didn’t matter if she was wet from his saliva or if her juices had started flowing. What was important was that the couple
was excited about making love. “Good. Now curl your middle finger toward you and keep sucking.”

This time his wife screamed “Oh, my!” repeatedly. Her breaths were shallow and closer together, her back arched.

“Excellent. See how much fun that was. Look at your—”

Before Victoria finished her sentence, the woman ripped off her husband’s robe, pulled him to her, and said, “Penetrate me.
I’m going to make you cum, and I’m cumming with you.”

“Well, my job here is done. You have twenty minutes remaining. Enjoy. There are hot disposable towels in the warmer next to
the bed. When you’re done, you can freshen up.”

When the alarm sounded signaling their hour had ended, they quickly showered. The thin man buckled his belt, hugged, then
kissed his wife. “We did it, honey!”

She giggled like a little girl. “I’m not done yet.”

Their smiles were wide and genuine. Victoria put the vibrator, stimulator, mints, and a special pink and purple vagina pillow
in a gift bag. “Y’all enjoy these at home. If you need instructions on how to use them, call me.” She escorted them to their
cars, got in her car, and followed them to the main road.

M
r. Brown your client, Ms. Scotia, is here.”

Winton hoped his spending the night with Nova wouldn’t complicate her case. Had enough obstacles in his personal life, a nasty
wife for starters. He closed the interior blinds to the hallway windows, left the exterior shades partially open, tilting
upward.

“Send her in,” he said.

She entered his office. Closed, then locked the door. He reached for the knob to unlock it. She grabbed his hand, slid it
across her breasts, then under her skirt between her thighs, all the way up to her vagina, then pushed his middle finger inside
her.

“I can’t believe how big and fabulous your dick is. I masturbated all morning thinking of you. I had several orgasms on the
way here each time I fantasized about your huge thick dick and how it felt inside my hot pussy. I have to have you inside
me right now,” she said, squirming on his finger.

His hand was still attached to the knob. He removed his other hand from her pussy. Ten o’clock, Monday morning. Quietly he
pushed her away. “Please, stop. We have to get down to business.” He unlocked his door, opened it about an inch. She closed,
then locked it again. She swiped his moist finger over her lips, then kissed his.

Again he said, “Please, stop. This is inappropriate.”

Nova retorted, “So you can show up at my house whenever you like, fuck me, then leave, and I can’t get this good dick when
I want it. Don’t make me scream for this dick.”

Winton scratched his brow. Now he understood why her boyfriend was suing her. Nova wanted everything her way. Wished he could
tell her he was dismissing her case, but that would further complicate his life.

She inserted her finger into her pussy, shoved it in his mouth. “Eat me like you did last night. I want to cum so bad all
you have to do is put the head in and I’ll shoot fire like a rocket.”

Nova’s pussy cream was sweet. His dick hardened. Who was he fooling? He wanted more. He checked the knob. The door was locked.
She had him hard and hot. His dick leaked precum. He could hit it right quick, then get down to business.

Winton unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants and boxers below his knees, then carried Nova to his couch, sat her on his lap,
lowered her blouse. He sandwiched her breasts. His mouth pivoted from nipple to nipple.

“Put it in,” he commanded.

Nova protested. “Wait. But you’re not wearing protection. Last night you had a condom. We need one. You got one?”

“No. You?”

She shook her head.

“It’s okay. Just this one time we don’t need it. Don’t you have somewhere in your contract no babies allowed? Put my dick
in your hot pussy. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” She was the one who’d walked in seducing him. Now she wanted to
stop? Was she joking? Well, he wasn’t.

When Nova eased his head inside her, Winton grabbed her skirt. Crumbled the soft cotton material against her ass, then thrust
his dick deep inside her. Nova tried backing away.

“No, baby. Don’t pull away from me,” he whispered, squeezing her ass tighter.

“Winton, please. I can’t risk getting pregnant. I don’t take contraceptives. They make me gain weight. Please, stop. I’ll
lose my modeling contract.”

Oh, now she was asking him to stop? Why did women initiate sex, then change their mind after the dick was inside the pussy?
This wasn’t about her. He had to pay back his wife and Dallas.