by Pynk
Robert peeked into the backseat. “You need help getting T.J. out?”
Miki opened the back door and reached in as she spoke. “No, thanks. I’ve got him.” She unstrapped him and he slowly stepped out. He wore shorts and a Batman T-shirt, and looked as if he was two seconds from falling asleep.
Robert extended his hand. “Hey big man. How are you?” He closed both the driver’s side and back doors.
“Good.” T.J. gave a weak shake and fidgeted with his digital SpongeBob watch, like he really needed to know the time.
“Are you hungry?” Robert placed his hand on T.J.’s back, and they stepped away from the car while Miki set the alarm.
“Yes,” T.J. said, looking up at the big red sign. He began to show a smile.
Robert said, rubbing his own flat tummy, “Good. So am I.”
They proceeded inside and were escorted to an outside table, where they sat in dark green plastic chairs under an umbrella.
Both Miki and Robert removed their sunglasses and looked over the brief menu. He wore his wedding band proudly as usual.
Robert was nearly twice Miki’s age, as he was in his sixties. His face showed that his skin hadn’t aged well. He had deep lines around his icy blue eyes and his mouth, his cheeks had lost their firmness, and his neck was wrinkled, all mainly from too much sun. He was a true outdoorsman. But he had a trim and firm body. He’d always worked out from the time he was a baseball player in college. Robert was also an avid swimmer and mountain climber. And he cycled ten miles every other day no matter what the weather, no matter what city he was in.
Today, the skin on his angular face, neck, and arms was extra golden brown. As usual, he wore a twenty-four-karat gold-and-diamond-encrusted Star of David charm, which hung just above the few graying chest hairs that sprouted from between his tanned pectorals.
Miki noticed as she closed the menu. “Your skin looks good. Very golden.”
“Thanks. You know I bought my own tanning bed, right?”
“No, I didn’t.”
He looked proud of himself. “Oh, I didn’t tell you? Yeah. Just a few months ago.”
“Looks natural. Like you’ve been in the sun.” Robert smiled wide and Miki added, “And you look happy.”
Robert closed his menu and smiled at T.J., who sat forward, coloring with the four crayons he was given. “I’m okay.” He looked at Miki and continued at a lower notch: “Things could be better. You know. Just still dealing with caring for Rose.” He blinked fast as he talked, speaking as though love and the word Rose were one. “My wife’s Alzheimer’s is so bad now that she’s bedridden. She can barely talk and she’s on a feeding tube. It’s just hard to see her like this. And my daughter is not dealing with it well at all.”
Miki placed the napkin on her lap. “Wow.” As the waitress approached, Miki asked her son, “T.J., do you want lemonade?”
“Yes please,” he said without looking up.
Robert did the honors. “One lemonade, please. And two killer shrimp and pasta, and one with what, rice, right, T.J.?”
T.J. replied, shuffling his feet under the table while still coloring. “No, just bread, please.”
Robert said to the waitress, “Okay, make that one killer shrimp with bread. And two waters.”
She took their menus and said with a smile, “Coming right up.”
Robert reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a thick, folded envelope, and handed it to Miki. “By the way, this is for you. I’ll have the rest soon.”
“Okay, thanks.” She smiled and nodded, reaching over to the empty chair where she’d placed her tote. She put the envelope inside.
Robert continued, leaning his forearms along the glass table. “Yeah, so my wife is gonna need a twenty-four-hour nurse. It’s getting harder for my daughter and me to manage. Taking turns just isn’t working.”
Miki’s eyes were plain. She leaned in closer to him. “Bob, I can only imagine how it must be. But do you mind? I just can’t. I mean, I’d rather not.”
“Oh, okay, sorry. I know.”
She went on to say, “It’s just that it makes it too personal, and well, especially with T.J. here, I mean, I know you’ve met him before and all, and well, I just want to keep it casual and, I guess the less I know, the better.”
He shook his head. “No, really, no problem. Just wanted you to know what’s going on. Why it’s changed the amount of time that I’m free. You know. Just friend talk.”
Miki kept her eyes on Robert’s face. “I know. We are friends, but not really like that. It’s complicated, Bob. I think I’ve been able to keep things simple all these years by not knowing. And, well, I’d just rather keep it that way.”
“No problem. It won’t happen again.” He shifted his focus to T.J. “So, how’s school been?”
“Okay.”
“Which do you like best? Spelling? Art? Math?”
T.J. turned a page in the coloring book and said, “Ummmm, I guess math. Like my dad. My dad is a banker. He said he works with numbers. I wanna be just like him when I grow up.”
“Oh, really.” Robert grinned.
Miki smiled.
T.J. said, “Yeah.” He used his left hand to escort his young words. “And my mom, I mean stepmom, is a banker too. That’s how they met.”
“I see.”
T.J. looked up at Miki and said, “He still likes my mom, though.”
Robert’s eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
Miki took over and spoke, just as the waitress approached again. “Ahh, T.J., the waitress is bringing your lemonade.” The teenage girl carefully placed the lemonade and water glasses down before them.
Robert told the girl, “Thanks,” as she stepped away.
Miki looked at T.J.’s tall glass of lemonade with ice. “That looks good. Can I try it?”
“Yeah.” He nodded as he spoke.
Miki’s sip was small and she smacked her lips. “It’s perfect. Nice and sweet, just the way you like it.”
Robert watched Miki’s mouth, “Beautiful. Just the way I like it.”
A different waitress brought a tray with their steaming hot bowls of food and stepped away.
Miki didn’t miss Robert’s focused, almost-sexy look at her mouth. She took a peek at her wristwatch and changed the direction of the conversation again. “They’re fast. Another reason why I like this place.”
Robert broke his stare. “True. Good food, good company. This is a good day. I really need this time with you two.”
Miki moved T.J.’s plate closer to him.
T.J. looked up at Robert’s face when Robert wasn’t looking. “You’re nice.”
Robert smiled at him, then at Miki, then at T.J. again. “Well, thanks, T.J.”
Miki picked up her fork. Noticing Robert blush, she said, “Yes, you are. We’ll have to get together again soon, you and me.”
Robert replied, “The sooner the better. I could use it.”
“It’ll happen.”
“When?” he asked.
“Soon.” Miki knew it was time to pay up. It was her turn to reciprocate for the cash, and he would hold her to it as usual.
After all, she’d understood the sugar-daddy deal with Robert for years… it was what it was.
11
“Sexy Can I?”
Teela
It was early evening that same Friday, the end of a long workweek. Teela arrived home wearing dark-colored workout clothes. She’d gone grocery shopping after work. She received a hug from Austin as he took the bags from her and placed them on the kitchen counter.
“Baby, I got a call from a friend of mine named Falon. She was gonna come by my job when I got off but I’d left early. I invited her by tonight though.”
Austin opened a bag and began putting things away. “Falon? How come I’ve never heard her name before?”
“I just met her recently at work.” She saw him put away the ground turkey. “Oh, you can leave that out.”
He placed it on the counter. “Okay. So, you met h
er at the gym. She’s a member?”
“Yes. A new member.”
“I see. So you’re inviting her over for dinner, or what?” He took a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos from one bag and broke it open.
“She’s coming over to see you.”
“Me?” He smiled after chomping down on a mouthful.
“Look at you, grinning. Greedy ass. But, yes. And it’s okay if you don’t want to. I’d understand.” She looked at him like she was humoring him, just knowing he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to fuck some new pussy.
He chewed fast. “Are you shittin me?”
“No, Austin. I’m not.”
“You told her about me?”
“I did. See, she’s married. She told me that she and her husband have these couples’ parties, and that we should go to one. But it’s not for a few weeks, so she called today and asked if we wanted to have fun before then, but without him. Just her. She knows the deal. That I rarely, if ever, do other men, and if I do, you have to be there. And that you don’t do other women unless I’m there. But that I’m the one who likes to watch. She’s cool with it all, believe me. And she’s ready.”
“Damn. What does she look like?” He leaned against the counter and put another handful in his mouth. He was all ears.
“She’s black. Kinda light brown. Tall. Slender. Big tits. She looks like she’s rich as hell. Just classy and sophisticated. She even looks stuck up. But, believe me, she’s a freak.”
He ceased his chewing for a second. “How do you know?”
“I’m just saying. She told me.”
He chewed again and then swallowed. “Well hell, have her come on by.”
“She’ll be here at nine.”
“Hell, I’ll be ready at eight.” Austin closed the bag and placed it on top of the refrigerator.
“Silly. I’ll start cooking.” Teela opened the lower cabinet, bent down, and pulled out a large pot.
He watched every move her heavyweight booty made. “This is the fucking life.”
“Yes. It sure is,” she said, filling the pot with water for her award-winning spaghetti.
Falon dabbed her full red lips with a paper napkin. Her dress was short and bright red. Her legs were bare. Her heels were high. “You’re a great cook, Teela. Austin, you’re a very lucky man.”
“That, I am,” Austin said. Falon and Teela sat on either side of him at the formal dining table.
“Thanks. Austin cooks, too, sometimes. I think he cooks even better than me.” Teela sipped on her last bit of Pinot Grigio.
“I’m gonna have to come by and try that.” Falon eyed Austin and gently touched his arm right where the sleeve of his golf shirt ended along his buffed biceps. She looked impressed.
“Anytime,” he replied, looking like his dick agreed.
“I’m not very good at cooking, I’ll admit it. I have a woman who comes over once a week and makes meals for all of us. She makes enough for seven nights. I admit I’m a little spoiled.”
Teela stood up and said, “I wish. That must be heaven.” She took her and Austin’s plates and headed to the sink.
“It is. I’m thankful. But sometimes I think the old-fashioned ways are the best,” Falon explained.
Austin stood, took Falon’s plate, and said, “How about if I clear the table and you two ladies head off into the family room? I’ve got a movie all set up to play. And there’s a decanter of cognac on the table. I’ll be right in.”
Teela took the plate from him. “Better yet, how about if you two go ahead and I’ll clear the table? I’d planned on it anyway. I always prefer to clean up when I cook. It just kind of completes the whole act of making a meal. I’ve got it.” She kissed his cheek and shooed him away with her eyes.
“You sure?” he asked.
“I am,” Teela said, opening the dishwasher and bending over.
“Okay. Thanks,” he said in complete surrender. This time he missed the view of his wife’s backside. “Hurry up, baby. We’ll be waiting.”
Austin led the way, and Falon, taking his hand, looked back at Teela. She blew a small kiss Teela’s way and then said to Austin, “You smell so good. Is that Nautica?”
“Why yes, it is.”
“I knew it. And by the way, Teela was right. You are a very good-looking man. Much more handsome than my husband,” Falon told him.
Teela could see him grinning from ear to ear, like he stole something, even though his back was to her.
He replied, “Thanks. You’re pretty fine yourself.”
Less than fifteen minutes later, after closing the dishwasher and turning it on, underneath the sound of the jets from the machine shooting streams of heated water, and amongst the melody of a Johnny Gill CD, changing from “Let’s Get the Mood Right” to “My, My, My,” Teela heard a soft moan. And then another.
She switched off the light in the kitchen and passed through the hallway, entering a dimly lit family room where the few vanilla amber candles burned, giving off their scented flicker, along with a low volume of a brown-sugar big-booty-girl porno on the fifty-two-inch plasma screen. Austin was sitting on the brown pile carpet beneath Falon’s wide-open legs. His face was deep diving into her muff. With her oversized titties hanging, her left nipple pierced by a silver hoop, Falon looked over at Teela as she approached. Her face was coated with a look of sheer ecstasy. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Teela stepped closer and said, “My, my, my. Don’t you look comfortable?”
“I am, baby girl. I am. Your man eats pussy real good.” Falon moaned twice. Her hands were on each side of Austin’s head.
“Tell me about it. I call him a lesbian trapped in a man’s body.”
“Oooh, hell, yeah,” Falon agreed.
Teela gradually unbuttoned her silk blouse and undid the front snap of her underwire bra, freeing her breasts from their confinement. She stripped down to nothing.
Falon’s voice began to sound dizzy as though the cognac suddenly hit. “Pretty titties. Your girl has pretty titties, Austin.”
“Uh-huh,” he said from between her legs.
Austin held on to Falon, grabbing her wide hips, interspersing his oral actions with equal time on the clit, equal time penetrating with his tongue, and equal time lightly kissing her magical inner thighs.
Teela began squeezing her own breasts. “That looks so good. I love that shit.” She stepped to the side to grab the end of the round coffee table and pushed it over just enough. She got on her knees and then lay on her back, scooting herself closer to Austin’s knees.
“Straddle my face, honey,” she told her busy man. “Let me suck your dick.”
Austin did not miss an oral beat, but lifted his right leg.
Teela ducked her head to meet his elongated dick, which protruded along the end of the mocha sofa. She was on her back upon the floor.
She reached under him, grabbed his smiling dick with her hand, and opened her mouth wide. Upside down, she tightened her lips around his honey-colored shaft and began an up-and-down motion with her head, positioning the taste-bud side of her tongue on his underskin. His erect shaft curved down her throat perfectly. She offered twisting, deliberate licks, like her tongue was a swirling ribbon. He backed his face from between Falon’s legs with a groan, and looked down to admire Teela’s talents.
Falon said softly, “Wow, baby girl must be going to work down there. Let me see what she’s doing.” He moved his arms and Falon slid off the sofa and stood, then lowered her body to the floor to give full eyes to Teela’s dick-sucking skills. She then brought her head to Austin’s balls and began to lick, serving as Teela’s assistant—first with the tip of her tongue, then curving it, then flattening it, as though licking an ice cream cone. She pleased his testicles while adjusting her body to straddle Teela. Falon’s vagina rested right on top of Teela’s vagina and Falon began to squirm. Austin kept taking in his double treatment and pumped his penis just enough to get the movement of penetrating a mouth pussy while receiving a
tea-bag move at the same time.
Teela could taste his precum. She could also feel Falon’s wetness upon her peebone. Teela took his dick from her mouth and said from between his legs, “Baby, let her sit on you. Let her ride that good dick.”
After a realignment of all three bodies, Austin was lying on his back on the sofa, with his legs opened wide. He was in a perfect position to watch the porno but never did. Falon climbed on top, facing him. She began rubbing her vulva against his thighs. The soft feel of her silky skin made him say, “Umh, umh, umh. Your body is beautiful.” He ran his fingers through her long, coconut-smelling hair, and she tossed it about.
Teela noticed their two brown-skinned bodies meshing together. Falon was more statuesque than she. Her frame and Austin’s frame looked good together. Teela took a condom from the coffee table and gave it to Austin.
“Thanks, baby,” Falon said. She watched him stretch it over himself. “Wow, his dick is curved so nice.”
Teela watched Falon lift her hips so that Austin’s penis barely touched her entrance, teasing him while she wiggled upon his tip; then she finally lowered herself on his fully loaded shaft, taking him all in. Her body shook as the feeling of his hooked wonder grew within her. She leaned all the way forward and began to kiss him. Her titties rested upon his chest. Their tongues danced as they exchanged saliva, moaning together. She rocked her hips forward and sideways as they both thrusted.
Falon backed her mouth away and said, with a lust-filled expression, “Ummh, how does that black pussy feel, Mr. Big Stuff? You know you love it. You know you do.”
He took her pierced breast into his mouth and licked it softly and then said, “Yeah. I’m feelin that black pussy choking my dick. I’m feelin that shit.”
Teela watched them, feeling their passion with her eyes.
Falon fucked Austin like she’d pay his bills, riding him like she was a cowgirl. Like Cat Ballou. And he bucked into her tight pussy with a fury, kneading her backside with his hands. The heavy part of her ass bounced along his upper thighs.
Teela stood behind them and watched. At first Teela had rubbed Falon’s back with her fingertips, assisting her movements by leaning against her lower back. And then she took two steps back. And another. And another. She eyed them from across the room as they fucked in equal measure. His penis slid in and out, and she purred. Her pussy enveloped him, and he grunted. He now had his hand firmly on her breasts, and again she leaned down just enough for him to suck her titties. She yelled. “Yes, baby. Suck those big titties while you fuck this pussy, with your fine ass. Gimme that dick like you can’t live without this black pussy. Like you need it. Like you’ve been missing it. Like you can’t breathe without more of this pussy. Dammit. Fuck me like you want me. Fuck me like I’m your woman.” Falon dug into his firm skin with her ruby fingernails like she needed to hold on, and then ran her fingers through his dreadlocks, panting like she was starving. He also again ran his fingers through her flowing red hair and lightly kissed her face. Their hands were all over each other.