That’s the kind of man I like. Straight and to the point. I opened the refrigerator and got some bottled water. When I turned around, Todd was standing there with his shirt off, unbuckling his pants. His light-colored chest was still chiseled with rows of brown hair slightly covering his skin tone. I took a sip of my water and walked to my bedroom. By the time I pulled down my shorts, Todd was standing in the doorway butt-ass naked with his cell phone in hand. I scanned his body until my eyes stopped at the ten inches pointing right at me. You could put both my husbands’ penises together and it couldn’t compare to Todd’s. His sex was in a class by itself. Not just because he was well endowed but because of the affection that came along with his sex. By the time I got into bed, Todd had placed his cell phone on my nightstand table and turned me over on my back.
“Is it as sweet as before?” he asked, kissing my breast and working his way down.
“Sweeter,” I replied in a passionate tone.
Todd took his time kissing everything below my waist. His tongue action had me damn near drooling as he worked his magic. Minutes later he moved his kisses back up to my breast and tried to penetrate me.
“Uh-uh, aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked, looking in his eyes.
“What? Oh, a condom? Baby, I’m sorry, but I forgot to bring some. It doesn’t matter, anyway. The only woman I’ve been with is my wife.”
“Fuck that! No glove, no love,” I replied sternly.
There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other. “Wait. I just remembered I have one in my drawer.” I got out of bed.
“Here you go. You better make this work ’cause I don’t have any more.” I handed Todd the condom. It was a Lifestyle condom, although Todd was probably used to wearing magnums. It didn’t matter to me as long as the condom did its job.
When I got back in bed the mood changed quickly and I was more excited than before as Todd and I engaged in pure passion. He tossed my body around in different positions without missing a stroke. I moaned so long and hard that my mouth got extremely dry. His thrust was so powerful I felt it at the pit of my stomach, but enjoyed every minute of it. After climaxing twice, Todd finally reached his peak. His body collapsed on me as his heart pounded out of control. As he continued his soft kisses around my neck, his cell phone rang, interrupting our pleasure. He got out of bed and grabbed it on his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I figured it was his wife, so I rolled over and pulled the covers over my naked body. Within seconds my phone rang. I got up and grabbed my cordless and walked into the den.
“What’s up?” I answered—Burton Williams was on the other end. Burton was an older man who I often went out with. Burton owned a detail shop in Buckhead in downtown Atlanta. His clients include entertainers, athletes, and some wanna-be ballers. He was in his late forties and we met at a car show a few months previously. We’d fooled around a couple of times, hugging and squeezing, but had never had sex.
“Hi, Burt, what’s going on?”
“Nothing much, baby, just had you on my mind and wanted to call and see what you were up to. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Uh, ooh—” I was interrupted by a pleasant sensation between my legs from the back.
I looked down and Todd was on all fours, licking me between the backs of my thighs. “Look, Burt, let me call you back.” I hung up abruptly.
I was sizzling until I realized that we didn’t have any more condoms. “Hey, wait, wait, wait. We don’t have any more condoms. What happened to the old one?”
“Oh, I flushed it down the toilet. You didn’t expect me to use the same one, did you?” Todd replied, looking up at me.
“Well, your chances of getting some more ass just went down the toilet with it,” I replied, walking to my bedroom.
“Damn, Tangie. It never used to be like this,” Todd reminded me.
“Yeah, and your ass never used to be married. Look, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to have to play by my rules, and the number one rule is a condom.”
Todd chuckled. “A’ight, I hear what you’re saying. Besides, I have to get back to work, anyway. When can we do this again?”
“Give me a call when you can get out and we’ll go from there.”
Todd got dressed and I walked him to the door. He gave me one last passionate kiss before leaving, then walked away as I closed the door behind him. Seconds later my phone rang again as I was about to take another shower.
“Hey, baby. What happened earlier? Are you all right?” It was Burt again, concerned about why I got off the phone so suddenly.
“No, I’m fine. I had some issues going on but I’m cool.”
“You in the mood for some Burton Williams tonight?” he asked in a low tone. Man, are you serious? I thought. After what I just got, ain’t nothing an old-ass man like you can do for me tonight.
“Burt, I’m going to have to pass. I’m really not in the mood right now.”
“I hear you, baby. Maybe next time.”
“Yeah,” I replied before hanging up.
After my shower I sat in bed, reliving the evening. It had been years since I’d been with Todd, and he’d left me with the same feelings I’d had years before.
CHAPTER 3
Stephanie
I was awakened at the crack of dawn by Curtis as he staggered in, having been out all night. Curtis and I have been dating for over three years and living together for a year and a half, starting just after he got out of jail for doing a drug run for one of his cousins.
We first met at the wedding of mutual friends. I caught the bridal bouquet and he caught the garter and have been together ever since. When we first started dating, Curtis had a job working at an auto body shop repairing cars with the DeKalb County motor pool. Since his arrest he hasn’t been able to keep a job for more than three months at a time. When he gets in his little moods, he escapes reality by hanging out at all hours of the night with his friends, drinking and smoking. The only reason I put up with his shit is because of our two-year-old son, Brandon, who thinks the world of Curtis. I, on the other hand, am losing patience daily with Curtis’s irresponsible behavior.
Curtis took off his clothes and tossed them on the floor by his side of the bed and got under the covers. The smell of cheap alcohol and weed immediately filled the air. I turned over with my back facing him and pulled the covers over my face to filter the smell. As I drifted off to sleep I suddenly felt Curtis’s manhood stabbing me in my back. I turned over again, this time facing the ceiling. Curtis reached over and rubbed his hand on my stomach, moving it downward and between my legs. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away. Seconds later he tried the same move and again I pushed his hand away.
“What’s up with that shit?” he said in a drunken slur.
“You’re kidding, right?” I replied in disbelief.
“Oh, so I can’t get any attention tonight?”
“Hell, no. I’m trying to sleep. You should have thought about that before you stayed out all night getting drunk.”
“Oh, so that’s what this is about? You know what—forget it,” he replied before rolling over and falling asleep.
I slept for about three more hours before being awakened by Curtis’s annoying snore. I jumped in the shower and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Brandon. I walked into Brandon’s bedroom as he lay in bed holding his stuffed teddy bear. When he heard me enter the room, his eyes slowly opened—then he got out of bed and walked toward me with his arms extended.
“Good morning, sweetie.” I hugged him.
Brandon