My Woman His Wife Saga (2 page)

I decided on a cranberry spaghetti strap one-piece with matching thong. The gown was ankle length with thigh high splits on both sides, and the front dipped down all the way to my navel. The back opened to the middle of my back, showing off my curvaceous size ten, even after a set of twins. I purchased a bottle of Breathless perfume and a pair of sandals to match, and then made my way to the hotel.

When I got to the suite, pink and white rose petals decorated every inch of every room and floated in the Jacuzzi on top of rose-colored water. Yellow tulips sat in crystal vases around the living room and bedroom, and Maxwell's
Urban Hang Suite
played softly in the background from invisible surround sound speakers. A mixture of pink and white rose petals and yellow tulip petals covered the California king-sized bed. A bottle of Alizé Red Passion sat in a crystal ice bucket accompanied by three wine glasses on the end table closest to the bathroom door. On the other table was a glass bowl filled with condoms.

A note was tucked into the mirror in the bathroom with instructions to meet my dinner guests in the dining room at seven o'clock sharp. It was already six thirty judging by the clock on the bedroom wall, so I stepped up the game as I showered, dressed, and did my hair in record time, all while not disturbing the romantic setup. I was walking into the dining room at five of seven. The waiter sat me in a cozy booth away from the other guests with a glass of Moet, a yellow tulip, and a powder pink rose courtesy of my husband and Monica. At exactly seven, my dinner guests walked in.

James was sharp, dressed in cream linen slacks with dark chocolate gator shoes that perfectly matched the button-down shirt with different shades of browns and tans swirled through it, compliments of Sean John fashions. His wedding band glistened and shined from the door, and the light bounced off it from all the way across the room. I could smell his Cool Water way before he reached the table.

Monica was equally impressive in a short, champagne-colored one piece that showed off perky breasts and fell just above her knee. The bottom of her dress had that tattered look and it accented her long, chocolate legs. Her toes peeked out of champagne stiletto sandals, and her soft, jetblack curls framed her face. Her makeup was flawless, and she smelled sweet.

I stood up as they made their way to the booth and couldn't stop staring at them. When my husband and Monica reached the table, he gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my lips that made me wet instantly. He hadn't kissed me like that in months. Monica gave me a soft kiss on my cheek, and James made sure we were both seated before he took his seat.

Before we could start conversing, the waiter was at our table with appetizers. We were served stuffed mushrooms and Caesar salad with glasses of Moet to wash it down. I glanced over at my husband periodically and couldn't believe the thoughts I was having. For the first time in months, I wanted my husband the way a woman wants her man, and I couldn't wait to get upstairs.

“Did you get the roses I sent you?” Monica asked between small bites of the crab-stuffed mushroom she was eating. She had the cutest heart-shaped mouth that made you want to kiss her. Her tongue darted out every so often to the corners of her mouth to remove whatever food or drink was there. That turned me on and made me wonder how her tongue would feel on my skin.

“Yes, thank you. They were nice.”

“Did you enjoy the tulips?” my husband asked, his eyes never leaving me. “I know yellow is your favorite color.”

Tonight, he looked different, kind of like he was in love with me all over again. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and his lips begged for me to kiss him. I wanted to so badly.

“Yes, baby, I did. Thank you.”

“You're welcome, baby. How'd your day go?”

Me, Monica, and James made conversation over the smoked salmon, wild rice, and mixed vegetables we were served for dinner. Before dessert was served, James and I slow danced to “Reunion” by Maxwell as I watched Monica from the dance floor. She swayed from side to side in her seat, never taking her eyes off me. I don't know what she did when I wasn't facing her, but when I did she looked me right in the eye, her facial expressions telling me what I had to look forward to.

As we danced, my husband held me close, his mouth on my ear singing the words to the song. His warm hands felt good on my bare back as he made small circles, massaging me. I truly felt like this was indeed our reunion because it had been a long time since we'd been like this. I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of him in my arms and me in his.

Slices of double chocolate cake waited for us when we got back to the table. I couldn't touch mine because I was ready to go upstairs. James fed me and Monica his cake off the same fork, and that only made me more excited. I wanted to get this party started, but I went with the flow because I didn't know what they had planned.

“Are you ready for ecstasy, baby?” my husband asked me after we finished dessert. Instead of answering, I grabbed both of them by the hand and led them out of the dining room.

Once we got into the elevator, James pulled us into a group hug, our heads resting on each of his shoulders. We looked at each other curiously, probably thinking about how far the other would go. Before I could react, Monica leaned over and kissed me, and it wasn't a peck on the lips, either. She slid her tongue into my mouth, allowing my taste buds to sample the chocolate cake left on it from dessert. Her lips felt soft as she sucked on my bottom lip, then my top, causing a tingling sensation to shoot down my back, straight to my toes, and finally resting warmly on my clitoris.

I could taste a hint of her cherry lip gloss when my tongue touched the corner of her mouth. A moan escaped my lips when her hand made contact with the left side of my neck, pulling my face closer to hers. I opened my eyes to look at her facial expressions while she kissed me, and to my surprise, she was already watching me. I blushed, a little embarrassed at being caught, but she let me know it was cool by kissing my eyelids. She kissed the tip of my nose and went back to my lips while my husband made small circles on my back with his fingertips. Her kiss was slow and sensual, and thankfully not wet and sloppy like most men do. She allowed me to lead, then I allowed her to teach me what she knew.

My right hand found my husband's erect penis just as we were approaching the fourteenth floor. When I stepped back to adjust my hand around his shaft, the elevator suddenly stopped and the lights went out. We were all stuck on stupid for about thirty seconds. We were on our way to erotica beyond our wildest dreams and the damn elevator stopped. You talking about pissed! I finally got up the nerve to go through with this wild night and there I was stuck in a hot-ass elevator. Oh, how I was
so
not in the mood for that.

“James, do something,” I said while slightly hyperventilating. We were stuck between the thirteenth and fourteenth floors, and I wanted out.

“Baby, just calm down. I'll call the service desk to see what they can do.”

While James was on the phone, I sat down in the corner to slow my heart rate and collect my thoughts. I didn't know how long we were going to be stuck, and that was not the place to pass out from lack of oxygen. I was hoping to still be in the mood when we got out, because at that moment I wanted to be off the elevator and in my bed.

Just as I leaned my head back against the wall, I felt a pair of warm hands parting my legs. I still heard James on the phone, and my body tensed up because I couldn't believe Monica was trying to sex me at a time like this. Cumming was the last thing on my mind, and I was almost certain everyone else felt the same way. Before I could protest, Monica had my thong pulled to the side, and her was tongue stroking my clit. Her tongue felt hot on my panic button, and the way she used her fingers made my knees touch the elevator walls instantly.

She took her time moving two fingers in and out of me while she sucked, licked, kissed, and played havoc with my clit trapped between her lips. My body shook involuntarily because I was trying not to explode. I didn't want to moan aloud while James was on the phone, but it was killing me trying to hold it in. She held the lips of my cave open and her tongue snaked around inside me, my walls depositing my sweet honey on her tongue. For a second, it felt like we were the only two people trapped in that hot box.

“Okay ladies, the attendant said we'd only be in here for a—damn,” when James hung up the phone and looked over at our silhouettes in the dark, he was speechless. I guess the sight of his wife being pleased by another woman shocked him.

His back was to us the entire time, so it had to have been a pleasant surprise to see Monica and me the way we were. James never could do more than one thing at a time, so it didn't surprise me that he didn't pay us any mind until he was done with his call.

He stood back and watched for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of what was happening.

With the little bit of light coming from the call box, I could see James massaging his strength through his pants. He squatted down behind Monica, lifting her dress up over her hips, exposing her heart-shaped ass. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and even though I couldn't clearly see what was happening, his outline said it all. Monica was in the doggie style position with her head buried between my legs. James had inserted his fingers into her walls just as Monica did to me only moments earlier. I could see James maneuvering his body so that he could taste her. In the meantime, Monica was pulling another orgasm out of me.

She moaned against my clit from my husband pleasing her. The more James pushed and pulled on her, the more intense her pleasing me became. I scooted forward so that I could lay flat on the floor. Monica stood up and positioned herself over me. She pulled her French-cut panties to the side and placed her pussy lips on my mouth. I just imitated what she did to me, switching back and forth from kissing and sucking her clit and sticking my tongue inside her. James was inside of me, stretching my walls to fit him.

He stroked me slow, teasing me with just the head before sliding it all in. His thumb created friction on my clit and before we could stop it, I exploded on his length and Monica exploded in my mouth. We were about to switch positions when the lights came on and the elevator started moving. James pulled out of me still rock-hard, making it a little difficult to pull up the zipper on his pants.

When the elevator door opened, the attendant and the security guard were waiting on the other side. They tried to apologize, but we just rushed past them and scrambled down the hall to our suite so we could finish what we started. We didn't think about the fact that they could probably smell sex in the air, and I don't think we really cared.

Upon entry to the room, Monica went to run hot water into the Jacuzzi because the water that was in there had gone cold. I sat on the side of the bed, anxiety covering me like a blanket. I couldn't believe what I'd just done and what I was about to do. I was excited and scared at the same time. I was excited because I was finally letting go of my inhibitions and stepping outside the box, but scared because I didn't want to disappoint my husband.

I'll never do this again,
I thought, but I did want him to enjoy this night of pleasure.

Monica came out of the bathroom in her bra and panties. I was hesitant about looking her in the eye because I knew my cheeks were red from blushing. We were all silent, not wanting to be the one to say something first. James changed the CD in the stereo to a slow-jams mix he put together. When R. Kelly started crooning, “Come to Daddy,” Monica started doing an erotic dance in front of the full-length mirror. James leaned back on the dresser to watch the show, and I just sat there with a shocked expression on my face. She danced like she'd had ballet lessons, but with just enough eroticism to make you think she might have been wrapped around a pole in a strip club once or twice.

As she got closer to me, I scooted back on the bed to keep her at arm's length. What we did in the dark elevator was cool because I couldn't see it, but now we were in a well-lit room with my husband able to see everything. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with it, but when I looked over at James stroking his length and gazing at us I couldn't stop. Just the fact that he'd been hard for more than five minutes was amazing.

The look on my face screamed, “help” as I looked from James to Monica. Monica advanced toward me slowly, and James smiled as he watched us work. I was now up against the headboard with my legs up to my chest. When Monica reached me, she took my feet into her hands and started to massage them one at a time. I was as stiff as a virgin on her first night, and Monica did her thing to help me relax.

She took my toes into her mouth, one at a time. My moans escaped involuntarily. Her soft lips traveled up my thighs until they rested against my pelvis. Her tongue dipped in and out of my honey pot. She held my lips open with both hands, exposing my now wet pearl to my husband.

“James, can I taste it?” Monica asked my husband in a husky voice. I looked over at him to read his face. It showed nothing but excitement.

“Go ahead and make her cum,” he responded in a deep, passionate voice. His hand moved at a slow, lazy pace up and down his erect shaft. A hint of pre-cum rested on the tip of his penis, and I motioned him over to the bed so I could taste it.

He disrobed on his way over, his body looking like he should be on the cover of
GQ
magazine. Monica had her full lips pressed against my clit, causing me to squirm and breathe heavily. James stood beside the bed with his chocolate penis standing straight out. I didn't hesitate to wrap my lips around him, taking as much in as I could without choking.

James fondled our breasts simultaneously while trying to maintain his balance as I gave him head. Monica held my legs up and kept her face buried in my treasure chest. Our moans were bouncing off the walls, drowning out the music that was playing. If there were people in the suite next to us, I was sure they heard everything.

Monica moved back off the bed and pulled me with her. James lay down in the middle of the bed on his back, his erection pointing at the ceiling. I straddled his thickness like a pro, dipping all the way down until my clit touched his pelvis then coming back up until just the head was in. James leaned up on his elbows and took my nipples into his mouth one at a time. Monica had my ass cheeks spread so that her tongue could make acquaintance with my asshole. I was having orgasms back to back like I used to when me and James first met. I was damn near about to pass out from exploding so much.

We switched positions in order to relax a little more. Monica put on a strap-on vibrator with clitoral stimulators around the base. I looked at her like who did she think she was using that on. She took James's place in the center of the bed and motioned for me to get on top of her. I looked at her and my husband like they were crazy.

“James, I am not getting on her like that. She done . . .” the mood was changing quickly, and Monica was looking frustrated. Ask me did I give a damn. Some shit just ain't meant to be tried, and this was one of them.

“Baby, it's okay. It'll feel just like the real thing. Trust me on this one,” James said to me in a calm, soothing voice. I wasn't buying it.

“And what are you going to do with that?” I asked, referring to his erect penis.

“You'll see, and you'll enjoy it. Just trust me.”

He gave me a reassuring look as he led me to the bed. I closed my eyes and got on top of Monica, doing to her what I did to my husband. It was feeling good, and I really got into it. When I bent over to kiss Monica, I felt a warm liquid oozing down the crack of my ass. My husband held my back so that I couldn't move, and I could feel him inserting a finger into my forbidden place. I tensed up automatically, and he whispered to me to try to relax.

I don't do back shots, and my husband knew that. I wanted to get an attitude, but what they were doing felt good. I reminded myself that it was only one night, and I tried to relax myself so that my husband could join in the fun. I wondered how he was going to fit it in because he was definitely blessed in the dick department. He's long and thick, with a big mushroom-shaped head that I knew was way bigger than the hole he would try to get it into. Ten inches in the ass was something to scream about.

“James, I don't think I'll be able to take it back there, baby,” I whispered. “You're too big.”

I was hoping he would have second thoughts when he heard how scared I was, but that wasn't the case.

“Jasmine, I won't hurt you, baby. I'll take my time, and I'm using this so you'll be okay.” He held out a bottle of KY Warming Liquid for me to view.

“Won't it get too hot back there?”

“You'll be fine, just relax,” Monica responded before taking my nipples into her mouth. A moan escaped from my lips, totally catching me off guard.

I tried to relax as James eased himself into my back door. Lord knows it was killing me, but I stuck in there. He slowly pushed the head in, which was the most painful part. It felt like he was ripping me a new asshole, and tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall and land on Monica's forehead. Once he got in as much as he could comfortably, he began pleasing me with long, slow strokes. In combination with Monica pushing and pulling on the bottom, I was going crazy from the new feelings I was having. When James pulled out, Monica pushed in, causing me to lose my breath on more than one occasion. James reached around my waist and teased my clit while Monica held my lips open for him. His other hand fondled my right nipple while Monica's mouth warmed the other one.

I didn't know whether I was coming or going. Some time during the mix, the pace quickened and we were going at it like animals. Monica sat on the lounge chair with vibrator in hand, watching me and James become one. He held me by my ankles, pushing my legs all the way back, my knees touching my ears easily. He was driving his penis deep in me with slow strokes, and I never wanted him to stop.

“I'm cumming, baby,” I said to my husband between inhaling and exhaling. “Cum with me.”

James slowed it down, and we looked each other as our orgasms played out. My legs wrapped around him tightly until our rapture subsided. Monica looked spent as she too was exploding along with us. James pulled out of me and rested with his head between my breasts while we caught our breath. The session we just had was the best thing since sliced bread.

“I'll meet y'all in the Jacuzzi,” Monica replied as we reluctantly untangled ourselves from each other. At that moment, I wanted Monica to leave so James and I could enjoy our weekend alone, but I didn't want to be rude. I later found out that was mistake number one. The red light was practically blinking right in front of my face, but for reasons beyond even me, I went with the flow instead of stating my wishes. She served her purpose, and it was time for her ass to go.