“How would you like to swap women for one night?” I asked nonchalantly.
Before the ball could even hit the floor, he said, “What did you just say?”
“Haven’t you ever wanted to fuck Alicia?”
He paused. “Alicia’s gorgeous, but she’s also your wife. I would never disrespect you like that, man.”
I looked him straight in the eyes. “What if I didn’t think it was disrespectful? What if I was willing to let you fuck her?”
Michael chuckled. “And you expect me to let you fuck Marissa in exchange?”
“Yeah, something like that. After all, an even swap ain’t no swindle.”
“Listen to the two of us, talking about ‘letting’ someone fuck our women. They do have rights, you know?”
I shrugged. “True. They would definitely have to go along with it.”
“Have you spoken to Alicia about this?” Michael asked, meaning that he was beginning to feel me on the prospect.
“Not yet. I wanted to discuss it with you first,” I replied. “If you’re not interested, there’s no point in talking to Alicia.”
“You do realize that Alicia might divorce you behind some shit like that?” Michael shook his head. “I’m not sure Marissa would do it. She’s pretty caught up.”
“She looks at me,” I said. “I can tell that she’s attracted to me.”
Michael looked angry and then laughed. “We are two arrogant motherfuckers, you know that? We both think we’re God’s gift to women.”
“Hey, whoever said God couldn’t hand out two gifts?”
Michael and I both laughed and exchanged high fives. We decided to think about it for a few days and see where that left us. However, I knew what I wanted and thought that I might be able to convince Alicia to do it.
That night I brought Alicia dinner in bed—her favorite. From our first date, I had determined that she loved Spanish food. Her grandmother was from Spain, so that explained it. Even though she grew up in a household that served both soul food and Spanish food—her mother being African-American and her father being Hispanic—she leaned toward tapas and paella. That night I had stopped by her favorite restaurant and brought home some gazpacho andaluz, spinach with pine nuts, fish in salsa verde, and churros con chocolate.
She had been through a long day at the office so I gave her a foot massage while she ate. Then I sucked her toes one by one. I love Alicia’s toes; they’re beautiful and succulent. I enjoy doing anything that gives her pleasure. After she finished eating, she stared at me and asked, “You going to give me some of that Daddy Dick tonight?”
Damn, nothing could get my dick harder faster than Alicia talking dirty to me. In the beginning of our marriage, that was an obstacle for her to overcome. Over time, she had learned to talk nasty, but it was a rare occasion when she actually did it.
She sat up on the bed and pulled her cashmere sweater over her head, exposing the lovely white lace bra underneath. The way white looked on her chocolate skin was such a turn-on.
“My breasts have been sore all day,” she said. “They need to be sucked. You going to suck them for me, Daddy?”
“I’ll suck whatever you need sucked,” I said. “I already did the toes.”
She giggled. “And you did a great job. That’s what made me so damn horny.”
That’s when I attacked her, on our bed. I pulled her pants off, along with her tights, and was sucking on her pussy in less than thirty seconds. She pulled my hands up to her breasts, where she had popped them out of the bra, and I caressed them. Alicia’s moans are an art form in themselves. Her moans are the most erotic thing I have ever heard. While I was eating her, I thought about her moaning like that for Michael and it almost made me sick. Was I really prepared to share her just so I could get a shot at Marissa?
The entire time that Alicia was sucking my dick, then riding my dick that night, I kept imagining her doing those things to Michael and him licking and sucking all over my wife. It was not a visual that I wanted, but I realized that you only live once, and it had been years since I had touched another woman. I did not want to cheat behind her back, and besides, Marissa was the only woman I was attracted to, outside of Alicia. In order to get to her, it would have to be a trade. Michael was supposed to be discussing it with Marissa that same night, so I knew that I had to keep my word.
“Alicia,” I whispered, right before she dozed off after getting her fulfillment from “Daddy Dick.”
“Yes, baby,” she replied.
“I need to ask you something.”
“What, Taye?”
“Michael and I have been talking and…”