Kevin chuckles. “Sometimes, but I love her, squeaky voice and all. Plus she gives great head. Now listen. What you have to do is get freaky.”
“Freaky? You mean, like sex in a closet?”
“Yeah, but it’s not just where you do it, it’s how you do it. Let me give you a few suggestions.”
Kevin spends the next few minutes giving his friend some ideas on how to solve his intimacy problem. Then Derek goes home to his wife, and Kevin stops in the kitchen to get a jar of honey before heading upstairs to his own wife.
• • •
The next morning, Shayla is in the lobby of the office building, waiting nervously for Tracy to arrive. A short while later, Tracy arrives and gives her friend a curious look.
“Okay, Shayla, why did I have to take the bus to work?”
“Sorry, I had an errand to run. Your eyes are red; have you been crying?”
Tracy answers reluctantly. “Yeah.”
Shayla is looking around, not listening to her friend. “That’s great.”
“Shayla, are you listening?”
“I’m sorry, I mean, why were you crying?”
“Derek and I had a terrible fight last night. When I woke up this morning, he was gone.” Shayla is still looking around nervously. “Shayla, what is going on?”
“Hmm? Oh, Tracy, you need to fix your m
akeup.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah, girl; you look a hot mess.”
Tracy starts to look through her purse for a small mirror, but Shayla has a better idea.
“No, no, not here. Go in the restroom!”
“Why?”
“The lighting is better in there.”
“Shayla, are you okay? You’re acting really strange.”
Shayla escorts Tracy to the nearest ladies’ room, just to the right of the foyer.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Now, go on in there and make up.”
“What?”
“I mean . . . go fix your makeup.”
Tracy looks curiously at Shayla before entering the ladies’ room. Once inside, Tracy is fumbling through her purse, and is surprised when she looks up and sees her husband. “Derek?”
He walks toward her slowly, with his finger to his lips. “Shhhh, don’t say anything,” he whispers.
Their lips meet, and his tongue explores the back of her throat. He quickly removes her skirt and blouse. She is totally submissive as he unhooks her bra and removes her panties. He leads her over to the sinks where he’s placed a container of chocolate-flavored massage lotion. He begins at her shoulders, slowly pouring it on and watching it glide down her naked body. He starts licking the lotion off her plump, cupcake-shaped breasts while it drips down her smooth, brown body. His tongue teases her nipples and they become puffy and hard, while he sucks the sweet syrup off them. He drops to his knees and uses his tongue to catch some of the lotion dripping down her chest. He holds it there, then slides the tip of his tongue inside her pussy. The lotion begins to heat up and the warm sensation causes her to tingle all over. While swirling his tongue around inside her pussy, his finger roams between her cheeks and finds her asshole. She clenches at first, then relaxes as his finger ventures inside.
“Oh, Derek,” she whispers. Then he rises and pours some of the lotion all over his bulging hard dick and invites her to taste it. She drops to her knees and wraps her lips around his pulsating dick head and slowly takes more of his dick inside her mouth, tasting that warm, sweet chocolate, hungrily sucking it off his thick, brown dick. She starts rubbing his balls, and his dick begins throbbing inside her mouth. She grabs it and her hand glides up and down his shaft, stroking it firmly. She eyes his thick, hard, wet dick and rubs her pussy, aching to have it inside her. She turns and bends over the counter, inviting him to take her from behind. She is overjoyed to feel his warm, hard dick slide between her soft pussy lips and his body pressed tightly against her pulsing wet clit.