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Sexin' My Man's Best Friend

By:Muneca P
Sexin' My Man's Best Friend
Muneca P


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.