Sexin' My Man's Best Friend
Muneca P
ONE
Springfield, Ohio
I almost hated to say it, but once I hit my mid teenage years and saw the ways of the world, I knew I had and was going to be somebody in life. In my mind being a member of middle class society was a no go. After high school, I began searching for the "right man" to assist in putting me in a social class that I knew I couldn't be in on my own. Fortunately, I didn't have to look long. I found a sucker … wait, not a sucker but a man who didn't want much but a pretty woman on his arm to smile, to attend charities events, professional dinners, and holiday celebrations within the medical field. Finally my life was perfect and I was one happy lady.
My husband, Dr. Taylor "TJ" Jones, was one of the top cardiac surgeons in Northern America. If you were in need of a heart transplant, my husband was the man to see. He wasn't your typical doctor though. He was a thirty-six year old black man who was both charming and handsome. From the moment I laid eyes on him at Saks Fifth Avenue I knew he was going to be my man-despite the fact that he was engaged to some gold-digging, blonde haired, blue-eyed whore at the time. After a few dates, and me laying this sweet kitty on him, he called off his engagement and scooped me up.
TJ's mother had expressed that she was very pleased that he'd gotten rid of the white girl and realized that a Nubian queen such as myself, was a better fit. At the time of meeting Taylor, I was in school trying to become a licensed practical nurse. I knew that if I wanted that notoriety that I so longed for, I would more than likely find in in an emergency room setting. At twenty-seven I was living my life to the fullest, but during that mingling period I never stopped looking for a husband. I had heard a few times on t.v. while watching televangelists, that he who finds a wife, has found a good thing but I didn't have time to be found, so I did the search and seize and indeed I'd found him; I'd found my good thing. At thirty-two years old, I was now a married woman to a wealthy, often sought out cardiologist and the mother of a gorgeous four-year old baby girl, named Tayla.
She was a beautiful combination of both her father and me. She had Taylor's chocolate complexion, along with his soft curly coal black hair, and she was born with my Hazel eyes that fit so beautifully on her cherub face. She was spoiled to the core, thanks to her father and me.
Taylor promised Tayla the world once he cut the umbilical cord and when I saw the tears running down his face, I knew then that there was nothing that he wouldn't do to keep his girls happy.
I stepped out onto my balcony that was attached to our master bedroom and allowed the rays of sun to kiss me. The sun was beaming and the sky was blue; completely free of clouds. I loved the summer because we would throw BBQ's and have pool parties in which we invited our entire family from both sides. Taylor found joy pulling out the grill and becoming Chef TJ, throwing down with the ribs and watching our huge pool fill up with friends and family.
I untied my silk robe from around my waist and let it fall freely onto the patio's wooden surface. I wore a nude colored bikini that hugged my body like it was a second skin. I gathered up my long Senegalese twist and styled them into a messy bun. Taylor loved the Senegalese twist, saying that it made me look like an African queen.
While looking out at our neighbors that were out early cutting their grass, I zoned out. It didn't last long because the sound of the balcony door sliding open brought my day dreaming to a halt. I felt strong arms being wrapped around my tiny waist and Taylor's hard manhood poked me in my backside. He was trying to get some attention before he had to head out and as his wife, I was always here to cater to his needs. I wiggled and backed into him teasing his already rock hard shaft.
"Mmmm. You know I like when you do that, Sundy," Taylor whispered in my ear softly.
The warmth and smell of his breath caused my body to shiver and caused me to get moist. A small giggle, then a moan escaped my lips as I turned facing him.
"I know you do, Tay. I know you like it even better when I do this...."
Without warning, I kneeled down in front of him and began to unbuckle his belt, while letting his dark gray slacks fall down to his ankles. I slowly pulled his penis out through the front of the boxers and inched my salivating, hot and ready mouth towards what I loved to call 'Chocolate Steel'. He was so ready, that I could already taste his pre-cum, which was slowly coating my tongue and I had YET to apply any suction from what he called his ‘Hoover Vac'. The smell of his secretion was causing my mouth to quickly leak just from the anticipation of what I was about to receive. I slowly slid his penis into my warm mouth and applied suction, while bobbing my head up and down slowly.
Taylor loved when I started out slow and then pick up speed as I got more into it. The size of Taylor's dick was way too much for me to deep throat but I always did the best that I could, while making sure I never neglected sucking on his testicles. Stroking his shaft while I slowly paid attention to one grunt at a time, then slowly sucking them in together, drove my husband insane! . Taylor lowered his hand and gripped the back of my twists, thus holding my head in place as he worked his hips pumping in and out of my mouth like he was in my sweet, sticky abyss. All that could be heard were the sounds of my slippery mouth, which was sucking the life out of Taylor and his strong grunts.
This was one of the best parts about having a private balcony. Tay and I often got nasty right in the middle of the day, as well as at night without a care in the world because nobody could see us due to our landscaper and his extraordinary skills; we saw you but you never saw us. I loved my home, our home so much. Taylor allowed me to decorate the entire place down to the basketball court that was at the lower level of our home. He trusted my design skills because I was a fashionista queen!
"Aaaahhh, baby! Right there! Right there! Ahhhhhh!"
Taylor pushed himself deeper inside my mouth as he always did when he was about to explode and release himself. His warm salty nut trickled down my throat. It was thick and gooey just like I liked it and I swallowed every drop. He backed up and stared down at me with a wide grin on his face.
"What's so funny?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He grinned harder, showing his perfectly straight white teeth. "Nothing, baby. Go inside and get dressed, before we are late for the dinner tonight."
I frowned. "Dinner? What dinner?"
Now it was his turn to frown.
"Sundy, the dinner I told you about last week. My fellow surgeons are meeting for dinner in a couple hours and we're bringing our wives."
He pulled up his slacks and fastened them.
My frown deepened. I had honestly forgotten about the dinner he was talking about. I guess I forgot because I really didn't want to go. I had begun to hate those kinds of things. His colleagues were ok at times, but their wives were something else. One of Taylor's colleagues, Donnell, whom I didn't care for; seemed to always go out of his way to be extra chatty.
He was one of those white washed brothers who married a white woman and felt all sisters were beneath him. I figured I knew why he was so bitter towards black women; because no black woman would even consider giving his ass a chance unless she simply wanted his money. He was not pleasant on the eye, nor was he like any of the others; he was a pure asshole in every sense of the word.
I guess I better get ready, whether I wanted to or not. I quickly headed into our bathroom closing the door behind me. Although I didn't want to go to the dinner, I had to show up looking stunning, so that I could be the trophy wife. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then touched up my moist abyss to make sure that I was on point once we got back home later on. I decided that I was going to wear my little skin tight black dress that I'd purchased yesterday at Gucci, with 6'inch sparkly silver Jimmy Choo stiletto's that matched my Gucci silver clutch.
I pinned my Senegalese twist up in an elegant bun and dressed my ears up in four karat diamond studs. I was grateful that I went with my first mind and had gotten a manicure and pedicure yesterday. I inspected my hands and toes to ensure they had no blemishes. I loved the French tip because it was classy and elegant and went with everything. I sprayed my body with my favorite fragrance, Guilty byGUCCI. It was pricey but well worth it. Its bouquet scent lingered throughout my room.
I stepped out the bathroom more than an hour later looking and feeling like money. I didn't see Taylor in the bedroom, so I figured he grew tired of waiting upstairs and went out on the back deck. When I got downstairs, I found him standing at the front door staring at me with that same grin on his face from earlier. I knew it was his stamp of approval.