Cougar Cocktales

by N'Tyse

  “Yeah, cum all over your dick and have my baby, Mimi. Let me make you mine again.”

  I snapped out of my trance and started fighting against the inevitable. I didn’t want Parish to make me cum. That was Keith’s job. I didn’t want to love the way he was fucking me, but his stroke was mesmerizing. I was too far gone. His hand was back around my throat. His dick was still splitting me in half. His tongue was making wet circles on my neck as he professed his undying love for me. My body started tensing once again. With one final thrust, I cried out, “NO!” and erupted along with the blast from Detective Bennett’s Glock 23 pistol.

  The shot shattered Parish’s shoulder, making him drop his gun and spin off of me. Detective Bennett and his partner were immediately on him, kicking the gun out of the way and restraining him on the floor. Detective Burns quickly covered me up and ushered me into another room where an emergency rape kit was done and an entirely new statement was given. By the time I was able to shower, change clothes and return to Keith’s room, my head was spinning.

  They had found Taylor in her old apartment badly beaten and severely neglected. Parish was torturing her, trying to get her to lure me over, but she wouldn’t do it. She’d almost lost her life protecting mine, and I wasn’t even worth it. I was the worst kind of friend to her, and I knew I had a lot of making up to do once she was released from the hospital.

  We later found out the name Parish Petersen was actually an alias. He was a rogue detective that got in too deep while undercover, stealing from the dealers he was supposed to bust and then disappearing with over $6 million in drug profits. His real name was Dwight Darden and Detectives Bennett and Burns were looking at promotions for being the ones to finally bring him down.

  A week later, Dr. Greene removed the last of the tubes from Keith’s body. Since the swelling had gone down, she was going to disconnect the oxygen mask as well.

  “Are you ready?” she asked, looking back at me and motioning for me to come stand beside her.

  I did as she beckoned and watched as the mask was taken off. Tears flooded my eyes when Keith’s chest began to rise and fall on its own. Dr. Greene beamed.

  “Well, it looks like the operation has been a success and Mr. Myers will be just fine. He should be coming out of sedation quite rapidly from here. I have another patient I must check on and then I’ll be back to see if Mr. Myers has made any more progress.”

  “I don’t know how to thank you,” I said, giving her a very tight and extremely unprofessional hug. She hugged me back.

  “No need to thank me. You just take care of yourself and make sure you take care of him as well.”

  “I sure will.” With that she left. A half hour later, Keith opened his eyes. He squinted as he tried to adjust to the light. I waited for him to look around and take in his new surroundings. I waited for him to focus on my face. I waited for that radiant smile I thought I’d never see again. I waited to hear what was on his heart, because I already knew what was on mine.

  “Hello, Beautiful,” he said, in a low, raspy voice. He reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. “I had a dream that I lost you.” There were tears in his eyes.

  “Hey, Handsome,” I said, my own tears falling shamelessly. “I almost lost you for real.”

  “Never that, baby. I told you, Mimi, I’m not going anywhere and I mean it. As soon as they let me out of here, I’m going to prove it to you once and for all.”

  “Oh, really,” I said with a smile, my mind automatically jumping to sex. “And how are you going to do that?”

  “By doing what I should’ve done day one and marrying your sexy ass. That’s if you’ll have me. Will you have me, baby?”

  I was speechless. Was he asking me what I thought he was asking me? “I thought I already have you,” I said in a barely audible whisper.

  “You do, but I want to make it official.” He grabbed my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. “Mimi, will you marry me?”

  “Yes, Keith! Yes, I will marry you,” I screamed as tears sprouted from my eyes once again.

  I leaned down and kissed my future husband as if this would be the last kiss we’d ever share. We kissed like he was dicking me down right there in ICU—giving me the best he had and more. His kiss made my toes curl and my center moist. My body shivered in anticipation of release.

  What started as me catching feelings for a younger man, turned into this old dog being taught a new trick, and remembering love is not a dirty word. In fact, being in love with Keith saved both of our lives, and I planned on spending the rest of my life thanking him in my own special way.

  “Keith, you better believe I’m not going anywhere, either. I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too,” he said, kissing my hand.

  “I’m yours forever, baby.”

  “Forever ever,” he joked.

  “Forever ever… Ever, ever,” I confirmed, kissing him passionately once again.

  • • •

  Michelle Cuttino is the “Queen of Plus-Size Fiction,” and serves as a body positive advocate, talk radio host, and motivational speaker. She is President of Big Body Publishing and Big Body Broadcasting. She is a columnist for four publications, and a plus-size lifestyle and publishing industry blogger. Cuttino is the author of Love & Happiness, Love Is Blind, and Me & Mrs. Jones, an eBook series adaptation of her screenplay once optioned with Queen Latifah’s Flavor Unit Films. Read more at MichelleCuttino.com.

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  Hello, my name is Nicole Berkeley, pleased to meet you.

  I’m really feeling your flow and I think we can work something out, if you can play your position.

  Yes, I’m married, but you don’t have to worry about him. I’ve got that on lock.

  If you can play by the rules, you might get what you want, too. I like to take very good care of my toys.

  All I have are three rules:

  Treat me like a lady if we happen to be out and about.

  Fuck my brains out when I call you to come through.

  Keep your fucking mouth shut.

  If you can do all of this, you might be a part of my D.O.C.: Dicks On Call.

  “Excuse me, would you come join us for a moment?”

  That question came from the mouth of Calvin Berkeley, one of the partners of George, Harman & Berkeley, one of the largest Black real estate investment firms in Atlanta and the U.S.

  He was also my husband.

  We have been married for twenty years now, and he popped the question almost as soon as we walked across the stage with our degrees in hand. He was my heart and soul, although I had my moments where I did enjoy my outside pieces of candy. He was the one who silently invested in the nonprofit foundation that I ran with my right-hand woman, Isabella, who was helping me run the event that we were hosting tonight.

  Isabella kept all of my secrets, and I usually rewarded her with perks that were not always of monetary value, even though I paid her extremely well. Truth be told, she was another piece of candy on the other side of the fence that I enjoyed on occasion.

  He called over one of the interns at the firm—his name was Shawn—to join us at the table for a cocktail before Calvin delivered tonight’s keynote address.

  As he made his way over, I sat in my chair, stunned for a few moments. Our eyes connected, and to be honest, I was speechless. This young man—he couldn’t have been older than twenty-three—was absolutely breathtaking!

  The tuxedo he wore gave him a very debonair flavor, but I could tell by the way he moved that he had a ruffneck swagger about him, too. If I was a little younger—and I wasn’t married—I would find out what other flavors he tasted like and keep him for myself.

  Wait a minute…I didn’t have to worry about all that. Since he’s going to be dining w
ith us tonight anyway, I was already scheming on how I would find out what he tasted like.

  Shawn took a quick glance at me, and I swore I saw him wink at me before he turned his attention to Calvin. He sat down next to Isabella, and I knew he was sexy because she began to blush profusely like a damn teenager, even though she was in her early thirties. “Yes, sir, Mr. Berkeley, how can I be of assistance?”

  “You see, that’s what I like, a man that is ready and able to assist with whatever is required.” Calvin smiled as he commented to an executive who happened to be sitting with us. “As a matter of fact, there is something that you can assist me with. If you would do me a favor and sit with my lovely wife and keep her company for a bit, I have something to attend to before I give my speech.”

  I rolled my eyes in my husband’s direction. He knew damn well that I didn’t need anyone to keep me company. His ulterior motive was to keep me away from the other gentlemen who couldn’t stop glancing in my direction the entire evening. If he thought using one of his interns to ward off the stampede looking to fill my dance card, he had another thing coming.

  Not that it mattered all that much, especially considering the way my husband and I flowed.

  I believe this was where I might need to explain a few things, if you don’t mind indulging me?

  I would guess I need to explain a few things. For starters, my husband and I were swingers.

  Yeah, yeah, don’t get too bent out of shape, okay? And contrary to what you might have heard, it actually was my idea.

  Yes, you can pick your jaw up off the floor now. It. Was. My. Idea.

  We actually started experimenting back in college when we first got together. You know the “key” parties from the late seventies? Well, it was the same concept, but it was within the same dorm instead of houses.

  You say you don’t know what a key party is? Well, let me quickly explain:

  Key parties are when you put your house keys with a tag on them identifying you into a bowl. When you find the person that you want to be intimate with, you tell them what the word is on the key that belongs to your place and you go home together to take care of business.

  This, of course, was back in the day when you had to be a part of a couple to get into parties like this, and if you were single, you were S.O.L., but now the singles were allowed to roll out, which was cool, at least to a degree. But I digress.

  Anyway, since we’re swingers, there were those times where we tended to find different men or women that we might vibe with and decide to kick it to the next level, if that person was game to go with the flow.

  That’s how Calvin ended up with his current secretary, and how I managed to luck up and have Isabella as my right-hand chick. They understood the rules and played their positions.

  The way Shawn kept staring as he tried to reply to my husband, he was going to find out how the game was played, too.

  • • •

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Berkeley, if it is okay with your wife, I would be happy to keep her entertained.” Shawn reached his hand over to take mine as he greeted me. “Shawn Terry, and I’m at your disposal, ma’am, if you will have me?”

  Isabella poked me under the table a couple of times, which tipped me off that she wouldn’t have minded to have a piece of the youngster, too. That really piqued my curiosity; she hardly ever got this heated over a man. She’s always been into me all these years to even worry about dating men on the regular.

  I felt my pussy tingle when Shawn said that last little piece, but I wasn’t about to be so easily influenced. Oh, I’ll have you all right, if you keep staring at me like you want to beat this pussy up. “Sure, Shawn, since you’re my date for the evening, I would like to know if you can dance.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Berkeley, I can dance.”

  “Please, you’re my date, no need to be so formal. You may call me Nicole,” I corrected as I gave him my hand to lead me to the dance floor. “Besides, my husband must have picked you for a reason. I’m curious to find out for myself.”

  Once on the floor, some of the more mellow songs began to play from the DJ booth. When we first hit the floor, the deejay played “Seduction” from Usher before changing to “I Wish” by Carl Thomas. I figured he wasn’t trying to do too many songs from the present, not that I would have minded so much, but the crowd was over thirty-five, so I think he got the message.

  I wasn’t in the mood to really do a lot of high-energy dancing anyway, so it was a nice flow and vibe to work with. It also gave me a chance to get to know this strikingly handsome young man.

  Emphasis on young…

  “So, how long have you worked for my husband?” I began my probing to find out what the scoop was.

  “I’m actually on a paid internship through the end of the summer, Mrs. Berkeley…I mean, Nicole,” he replied as he remembered to call me by my first name. “I’m hoping to become a trainee so I can work my way up. I’ve never been one to take a handout. I like to put in work.”

  Mmmm, the way you’re holding me while we’re dancing, I can think of some work you can put in for me.

  I didn’t want to have the thoughts that invaded my mind, but the closeness of the dance wasn’t helping at all. I felt his hand on the small of my back and I secretly wanted him to palm my ass so I could feel how strong his fingers were. I also couldn’t stop noticing he was a lot taller than I am, and I’m five feet nine without heels. That made me wet; I have a weakness for tall men—especially tall Black men.

  “Well, my husband must see something in you for him to place me in your care,” I commented as I tried desperately to shake the lust-filled thoughts in my head. “Calvin doesn’t do a lot of things without thinking them through. He plans for damn near everything.”

  Shawn grinned, and I noticed a sexy dimple deepen into his cheek, disappearing behind the outside of his well-kempt goatee. “Thank you, Nicole, it actually means a lot that he would trust me with his sexy wife. I hope you don’t mind me commenting about you in that manner; I don’t want to offend.”

  “You’re definitely not offending me, Shawn.” I couldn’t help the way I felt; enjoying the attention and fawning that he lavished on me made me feel feminine, sexy. The halter dress I wore for tonight’s event was meant to turn my husband’s head. I even had the tailor raise the slit in the dress to show off legs that I’d spent three days a week for hours on end keeping shapely and thick.

  The only problem was everyone else noticed how great I looked in this dress—except for my darling husband. At least, that’s what he led me to believe. He’d been too busy trying to push the Board of Directors into a hostile takeover of a smaller firm for the past six weeks, so he’d been spending a lot more time at the office.

  He was lucky we had the type of relationship we had, or I’d have divorced his workaholic ass a long time ago.

  Oh, fuck, who was I kidding? He’s my heart and soul, and I’ll love him forever.

  Still, there’s only so much a woman of my sensual maturity could take, and something had to give. Placing me in the arms of a man who could realistically become a pleasurable distraction could prove to his detriment if he wasn’t careful.

  Out of the blue, the deejay switched up and went up-tempo, and hearing the familiar “OH!” before the drums led into the baseline for the “Wobble” song by V.I.C, gave me a chance to get loose and show this youngster what a forty-three-year-old woman could do with her body.

  I rolled my hips every chance I got during the step, making sure that Shawn got a good look at my ass whenever he was behind me. I got a little slick and started grinding up on him during parts of the dance, winking and blowing kisses as the entire group began to break a sweat. This was probably one of the sexier line dances that I could remember, and I felt my body come to life, putting my sexuality on full display. I laughed as the other men in the group kept tripping over themselves trying to watch me work Shawn over, but my attention was on my dance partner tonight.

  If he played his cards right, he
might become a different type of partner.

  I tapped Shawn on the shoulder to let him know we needed to take a break from the dance floor so I could get something to drink and cool down a bit. He immediately offered his arm for me to walk with him back to my table. Calvin was already seated and engaged in a full conversation with a couple of the other executives over something. Shawn sat me down and walked to the bar to get something for me to sip on.

  “I see Shawn is making sure you have a good time, Nic,” Calvin mentioned with a smile on his face. He kissed me on the cheek before moving back to his conversation. I was too busy trying to calm down to get worked up over his quick dismissal of me to get back to business.

  Shawn returned with my drink in one hand and bottled water in the other, and I shared the grin he gave me with a smile of my own. “You had them dudes breaking their necks trying to watch you!”

  I blushed, realizing that I had made a spectacle of myself in my attempts to keep Shawn’s attention. “Well, I couldn’t help it; the music was hot and so was the step.”

  Calvin must have overheard my last comment; he turned his attention to me quickly. “I didn’t think you were going to dance tonight or I would have joined you out there, babe.”

  Really, is that why you were still sitting here while I was shaking my ample ass on the dance floor with your stand-in?

  “Oh, don’t worry, honey, Shawn was more than up for the task. I’m glad he was able to keep up with me.” I winked in Shawn’s direction, watching as he blushed for a moment and chuckled, giving the impression that we were in on the same joke. “He’s taken good care of me tonight.”

  He’ll be taking better care of me later tonight if I have my way…

  “Well, that’s good to hear, Shawn. I like a man in my company who is willing to take care of things for me,” Calvin remarked, sparking his yes men to agree. Anything to keep the boss happy, I guess. “Speaking of which, I’m going to have to ask an additional favor of you, Shawn, and I’ll be willing to give you the day off with pay. Would you escort my wife home? The driver will take you in the limo. I have to fly out first thing in the morning to handle the last of this takeover.”