Page 48 of Between the Sheets
Nothing more.
What she doesn’t know is how much I love the taste, feel, and smell of another woman. How I love sucking Marcel’s dick after it’s been coated in another woman’s juices; although that—Marcel fucking his dick into another woman raw—has only happened twice and with the same woman. Nairobia. All others have been sexed using condoms.
But with Nairobia, it felt right. And it’s what the three of us wanted.
To fuck and be fucked…raw.
Jasmine gives me an astonished look. “Ohmygod! Girl, you have got to be kidding me. You mean to tell me, you’d be okay with Marcel sleeping with another woman?”
I nod. “A one-night stand is simply about sex. So yes. If Marcel wanted to share his dick with another woman, I’d let him. The physical act is of no threat to me. At the end of the day, I know Marcel loves me. And I know, without question, that he’s in love with me. I have him emotionally.”
She shakes her head. “Girrrl, you’re more woman than I’d ever be to be okay with some shit like that. Emotional connections or not, love should keep his dick in his goddamn pants. Trust. If Stevie ever cheats on me, I’m taking his ass to the cleaners. And he knows it.”
“Well…” I pause when the waiter returns to see if we’re enjoying our meals. We nod in unison. He smiles. Tells us if we need anything else to let him know. Then whisks off to a nearby table. “For me it isn’t cheating, if I’ve given him permission to indulge if that’s what he feels he wants to do. But he understands that that works both ways.”
She grunts, twisting her lips. “Mmph. The one thing I am not ever signing up for is having some side bitch disrupt my home.”
“Well…” I pause again when then maître d’ stops by the table in all of his deliciousness to see how we are enjoying our dining experience. “Everything is fabulous,” I say, grinning; almost certain I have spinach stuck in between my teeth. I glide my tongue over my teeth. Then reach for my glass of water, and take several sips. “I always enjoy eating here.”
He smiles. “I’m glad to hear that. We appreciate your patronage.” He looks over at Jasmine. “And you? Did you find everything to your liking?”
“Oh, yes. Everything is delicious.”
He nods, smiling. Tells us to let him know if he can be of further assistance, then makes his rounds to the next few tables. Jasmine and I both eye him.
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p; Ooh, I bet he has a long, thick dick with lots of veins and a big meaty head. Mmm. I bet Marcel would enjoy him in our bed.
“Girl, if I were single and slutty, I’d suck his dick raw and swallow my way back to Roots.”
I laugh, almost choking on my drink. “Okay, Miss Lollipop Lipz. With a Zee.”
She smacks her lips together. “That’s right. Get it right.”
I shake my head. “Girl, you’re a damn mess.”
“So,” Jasmine says, taking a quick sip of her drink. “You were getting ready to say something before Mister Tall Dark and Delicious came over.”
I take a sip of my drink as well, then set it down on the table. “Oh, right. I was going to say the side bitch—as you called her, isn’t the problem. She’s never the problem. She’s not the one who disrupts anything. It’s the one who invites her into his life. But I thought we were talking about simply going out and fucking someone else. Not having an affair with them. Those are two different things. Fucking someone once doesn’t constitute as an affair, in my eyes. But if there’s a side chick in the picture, then it’s an affair. Now if Marcel were to have an affair with someone, then that is something I might struggle with.”
She gives me a confused look. “Well, what’s the difference? He’s still fucking someone else.” She finishes her drink in three long gulps while waiting for my response. It’s still cheating,” she says as she motions for the waiter.
“Hon, it’s not cheating if it’s mutually agreed on.” I pause when the waiter returns to our table, and Jasmine orders another drink. “You asked me what I’d do if Marcel cheated on me,” I continue when the waiter is no longer in earshot. “And I’m simply saying he has no reason to ever cheat on me.”
“Well, what if he did? Would you want to know about it?”
I take another sip of my drink. “Of course I would. I have a right to know. And I have a right to decide how I want to deal with it.”
“But what if he didn’t tell you? Would you leave him?”
I shift in my seat. Run a hand through my hair. “No, I wouldn’t leave him. I married Marcel with the intention of growing old with him, till death do us part, so leaving him isn’t something I entertain. Would I be disappointed? Yes. Would I be hurt? I’m sure I would. Why? Because like I said, there’s no reason for him to ever do anything behind my back. And vice versa. Marcel extends to me the same opportunity to sleep with other people if I choose to. Marcel is everything to me. So anything I experience sexually, I intend on experiencing it with him included. Period.”
She blinks. “And have you?”
I feign ignorance. “Have I what?”
She leans in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Slept with other men?” I tell her I have. “Ohmygod! You tramp. I hate you. Stevie would blow a lid if I even thought to part my lips and tell him I wanted to fuck someone else. And I know as greedy and selfish as I am, I’d be ready to slice off his dick and toss it in a meat grinder if he came to me with that. I’m not one for sharing, especially when it comes to my man. And neither is he.”