Page 3 of Three of Hearts

“Same.” I agreed.

Then it happened again. Our eyes met, and I couldn’t make sense of why I was so mesmerized by her stare. There was something ethereal about Nikki’s presence. She was beautiful, with freshly twisted locs, velvet-brown skin, and an hourglass figure. But more than her looks, she carried a beautiful aura—even if she had been visibly troubled by whatever was pulling at her attention through her phone.

The three of us stepped off on the third floor and made our way to our rooms, which just so happened to be right next to each other.

“I’ll knock on your door at 8:30?” she asked, sliding her key card into the door.

“Sounds good.” I responded, taking a second longer than I should have to watch her disappear into her room.

Chapter 3

Quincy

“Where are you going?" I asked, watching Niecy open the door to the bathroom in our room.

"To take a shower."

"Nah, get over here," I commanded, as I turned on some music in an effort to drown out the moaning that was about to ensue.Do Not Disturbby Teyana Taylor started playing as I lifted my shirt over my head. I had been counting down the minutes until I could get us back to this room. The tension of the day had been building inside me and the raw craving I had for my wife needed to be satiated before she left for her little girls' night.

"Q, I've been walking around all day. I need to shower."

"You took a shower this morning," I reminded her, pulling her into my arms. Real men didn't give a fuck about a woman's natural scent. In fact, that shit made my mouth water even more. I kissed and tongued her neck, tasting the salt of her skin as I undressed her. Five years, and still, all it took was the smell of her to make my dick hard.

"You know how bad I've been wanting to fuck you all day?" I asked in her ear, moving her closer to the bed. A mischievous grin played at the corner of her mouth.

"Show me," she replied.

I grabbed a handful of her soft, round ass, letting my hand slip between her legs. She was already soaked, dripping for me,and as much as I wanted to taste how her day went, my dick had other plans. I released myself from the joggers I was wearing, not bothering to take them all the way off.

"Bend your sexy ass over. Let me hit that pretty pussy from the back."

She disobeyed and sat down on the edge of the bed, making herself eye level with my dick that was already leaking precum. She grabbed me, licking the tip in one long, slow swipe of her warm tongue. I gathered a fistful of her hair and pulled back so she was looking up at me.

"You don't fucking listen. Open." Her mouth fell open for me as I spit then fed her inch by thick inch until I was buried deep in the back of her throat, her heat surrounding me. I didn't know whether to thank God or genetics for her lack of a gag reflex, but whichever one was responsible did their big one. It was something about Niecy wearing her glasses and looking up at me with those innocent eyes while doing the filthiest things with that pretty mouth. The juxtaposition had me fucking her throat faster and deeper, just to watch her drool and make a sloppy, wet mess all over my dick.

"You were hungry for it, huh, mama?" I asked, watching her nod her head up and down with a mouthful. I smiled down at her. “I see.”

I let go of her hair and palmed her supple D cups that were calling to me. Her breasts were gorgeous. I admired them as I rolled her hardened nipples between my fingers, feeling them peak against my touch. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as she continued to work her slick, hungry mouth over my dick.

"You ready to be a good girl now?" I asked, removing myself from between her lips. Without having to ask again, she got inthe position I had requested. I couldn't help myself, I kneeled behind her and indulged in the slick puddle of her essence forming at her entrance. She groaned her appreciation, the sound vibrating through her as she pushed herself back into my waiting mouth.

Most people considered perfect views to be landscapes, beaches, mountains, sunsets. Fuck that. It was my wife's pussy from the back. I felt blessed and highly favored that it was an exclusive view for my eyes only. The assault of my tongue on her sex continued, she and I both knowing I wasn't stopping until she wet up my beard. I loved having the reminder of where my mouth had been hours later.

She was close. I could tell by her grip on the fresh linens that now replaced the old ones we had slept on last night. That and her moans, which had moved from her throat to her diaphragm, taking on a deeper, rougher bravado that I'm sure could be heard through the thin walls of this hotel room. Pleasure P's cries onLove Like Honeyweren't even enough to drown them out.

The minute she released in my mouth, flooding my tongue with her sweet, creamy cum, I slid deep inside her, filling her up in one smooth, powerful stroke that made us both gasp. I could live right here, taking up permanent residence in her tight, soaking pussy if she let me. I was forever grateful her immaculate pussy came with an even more immaculate mind.

I had been slightly skeptical about how we met, though. I hadn't expected the electricity between us to lead to her bent over the hood of a '95 Camaro I was fixing, but I was so fucking happy it did because she had me immediately addicted. My discernment told me she wasn't out here handing out the cat to just anyone. She was a nerdy girl in every sense of the word. That's what got me. She exuded sex appeal wearing a damnturtleneck and glasses. She had confessed to me a year into our relationship that she went home after that first time and didn't shower right away because she liked the scent of motor oil that I left on her. I proposed a week later.

I knew I was going to marry her way before that though. Niecy was an intellect with the biggest heart, making her so easy to fall in love with. I loved the mentally stimulating conversations we’d had and the way she effortlessly drove me to be better. It made me want to give her a soft life. A life where she didn’t have to work a job she hated and drive a broke down car. I was proud as a man to say my baby was thriving in her passion as a writer and pushing a brand new Benz while doing it.

The quality about her that not everyone got to see, that I considered a premium bonus was how fucking nasty she was. It was definitely all the books she read. A couple years after we were married, I had asked her which book was an example of her biggest fantasy to which she handed me “The Glistening” by Aria Daze. It was a book about a married couple who were looking for a third to add to their relationship. After getting over the initial shock of just how detailed the descriptions of sex in these books were, I was intrigued. We had never even talked about her liking women or being open to anything of the sort. She was raised by two traditional Baptist parents, so she hadn’t even realized being with more than one person was even an option until she started reading. I had my wild days before I met her, so I wasn’t unfamiliar with threesomes. But she confessed it was something she had fantasized about but never considered actually trying. I left it at that. I was happy with just my Niecy but somehow I knew if the right situation presented itself, we’d have to revisit that conversation.

“Fuck daddyyy!” She cried, reaching her hand back to push me. I slapped her ass hard and pinned her arm firmly in place.

“Tell me to take some out if you can’t take your dick like a big girl.” I taunted. She stayed quiet, letting me know her bratty ass just wanted to hear me say that. A minute later she was squirting all over my shit in hot, powerful waves that soaked us both and I was spilling deep inside her, pulsing hard with every throb as pleasure ripped through me. I collapsed next to her, my body finally feeling the fatigue of the day and the deep, satisfying work I’d just put in.

“You want to shower with me?” She asked.