Caleb
The newfound fame and following the interview brought to Layanna could have been overwhelming, but she handled it with grace, not that I expected anything less of her.
Her social media had gone from thousands of followers to half a million in a matter of weeks.
Instead of cowering from the exposure and intrigue, Yanna used it to advocate for the medical causes and charities she was passionate about, seeing a massive boost in their donations to help children suffering from heart and lung problems. Yanna had enlisted the services of my team to ensure that brands reaching out to work with her were paying her fairly and that the contracts weren’t cluttered with language that could cause her any legal headaches in the foreseeable future.
Ultimately, she decided to use her platform to work with black brands, especially those owned and operated by women.
She’d agreed to be a brand ambassador for a black woman-owned scrubs brand that specialized in comfortable, stylish scrubs for plus-size medical professionals.
After the interview, my father’s reputation and even his company had taken such a huge hit that the shareholders were scrambling to sell their shares and jump ship because it was sinking quickly.
Because I’d cut my parents off financially and my father was now entangled in the legal mess he’d created with me and Yanna, he couldn’t afford to buy the shares back to become the sole or even majority owner of his company, BlackSphere Technologies.
Watching the one thing he actually loved and treated well crash and burn didn’t bring the pleasure I’d hoped for, instead it made me realize just how fucked up he was because everything and everyone he was supposed to love and cherish he attempted to destroy, influencing my decision to go to family therapy with my mother and siblings finally.
Learning that my mother distanced herself from me, Maria, and the kids as a defense mechanism to protect us from Sr. was sobering.
My mother believed had she fought to come around he would have made sure to be there as well, making sure we never gave her the courage to leave him, so she stayed away and watched us thrive from a distance, kept up with the media coverage of my career, talked to Calil and Calla to see how the kids were doing.
I spent so many years believing she was weak and so in love with my father that she was willing to put up with any bullshit he dropped at her feet, when the truth was she had thrown her body, mind, spirit, and soul in front of my family and me to protect us.
As we were sitting in therapy, I was listening to my mother and siblings talk, but mentally I was so far away because I needed to get something off my chest, and I was feeling my eyes water.
“Momma, Calil, Calla, I apologize” I blurted out, causing everyone to stop talking and look at me, “I tried to protect you, Calil, and Calla from Sr. but I failed, I let my ego convince me I was better than y’all because I expressed my disdain about who he was outwardly, never realizing I put us further in harms way.
Anytime I was defiant or misstepped by calling Sr. out on his shit, he would take my defiance out on the house,” the tears finally running down my face.
My mother wrapped her arms around me as we sobbed together, realizing the man who should have loved us wholeheartedly had gone the distance to break us.
“Bro, we love you, always have, and always will. The only person who should be apologizing is Sr., he made our lives hell, you and Momma’s more than mine and Calla’s, but hell nonetheless.
Cal, I would love for us to get closer as a family unit and work through this trauma shit together.
I want a better future for us, and it can start today,” my brother spoke, wiping his tears as he wrapped his arms around me.
Calla joined in and hugged us both as she cried, too distraught to talk.
“We gone be good, I promise from this day forward we gone be stronger, better, and love harder,” I spoke while rubbing Calla’s back, “Before Maria passed she told me the door wasn’t closed for us as a family and just to be open to healing when the time came,” I cried even more thinking about my wife, I missed her daily, still thought of her daily, even cried when I was alone at times.
I visited Maria in hospice one night and thinking she was incoherent and babbling, she told me that my family and I would find our way back to each other and that she was the love of my life for this chapter of my life but the love I encountered in the next chapter would set my heart, mind, and spirit free.
It seemed her words were ringing truer by the day.
After a very heavy but freeing family therapy session, I was ready to go home and see the women I’d grown to love and care for deeply.
Making it home, I was so mentally and emotionally drained that my only plan was to shower, eat, and have a drink.
Healing was a tremendous amount of work.
I see why niggas stayed toxic. Pulling through the gate, I saw Yanna and Ajaih’s cars parked one behind the other, bringing a smile to my face.
Entering through the garage and making my way to the kitchen, I saw Yanna standing at the stove in a tank top and panties, stirring something that smelled absolutely amazing.
At the same time, Freckles sat on the counter in her panties and sleep shirt, laughing at something Yanna had said.
Over the last few weeks, Ajaih had been spending a lot of time with us until her place was ready, and she’d become more comfortable and vocal with us, both in and out of the bedroom.
She had been intimate with both Dana and Yanna, allowing Ahmir and me to watch and even touch her if we were present, but that was as far as it had gone.
Ahmir and I made sure to give her the same princess treatment we gave Yanna and Dana, mentally, emotionally, and materially.
We asked about her days, her feelings, and things she loved and was passionate about.
We’d even taken her on dates without Yanna and Dana.
Ajaih was extremely funny, and I could see how she and Yanna had become and remained best friends for decades.
She was loving, attentive, and affectionate.
She’d taken to rubbing my head when we would lie around and relax, and she couldn’t keep her hands off Yanna.
I think she’d been in love with Yanna for a long time and was relieved to finally be able to express it outwardly and have it reciprocated in kind.
“Damn, it smells amazing in here.” I walked to the stove, wrapping my arms around my fiancée and kissing her neck gently before stepping over to a waiting Ajaih, whose lips were puckered as I kissed her soft lips. I was caught off guard when she deepened the kiss, making my dick hard.
“Freckles, you better stop kissing on a nigga like that if you don’t want your legs pinned back while I dig you out.” I stepped back to gauge her and Yanna’s reaction to my comment.
“That’s what she wants, Daddy,” Yanna said casually as I looked at Ajaih with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh yeah, Freckles? You have to tell me what you want like a big girl,” turning her face to meet mine as I stood between her soft, thick thighs.
“I’ve been wanting and waiting for you to deep stroke me,” her words sure and tone confident.
“What changed to make you want me in that way?” My hands eased up and down her thighs as I awaited a response.
“I wanted more time to observe the dynamic you and Yanna have with Ahmir and Dana. So many couples say they’re polyamorous, but it’s usually a matter of time before jealousy and mess show up to ruin what could be great.
I’ve had enough relationship drama to last a lifetime, so I wanted to be sure this was truly a situation where I could enjoy myself, learn from the four of you, and not lose my best friend in the process.
I’m very VERY attracted to you and Ahmir both physically and mentally.
The kindness and intimacy you both have shown me and continue to show me without expecting anything in return makes me so wet,” lust evident in her voice and body language as she scooted to the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around me.
“When I slide in this fat little pussy I’m not sliding out until I paint every wall,” slipping my fingers inside her panties, stroking her wet, hardened clit gently.
Her hands grabbed my shoulders while she was grinding against my fingers as Yanna came behind me, unzipping my slacks and freeing my hard dick. I knew I was supposed to be telling them about my therapy session as we enjoyed dinner, but it would have to wait.
“Mmmm, this needy little pussy needs some dick, Daddy, pleaseeee,” she begged as Yanna stroked the precum from the tip of my dick.
Sliding her panties to the side, I pushed every inch inside Ajaih, taking her breath away.
“Breathe through it, Baby, be a big girl and take that fat dick,” Yanna spoke, leaning in to kiss her slightly parted lips.
“Mmmmmm, Caleb, I feel so full, oooooooo,” she put her hands on my stomach.
“Move your fucking hands and take this dick,” I gritted as I grabbed her hands and put them behind her back and dug that pussy out just like I said I would, “This pussy so tight and wet, it fits perfectly around this dick, fuckkkk.”
I was the luckiest nigga alive, three beautiful women wanted to not only please me, but be pleased by me and each other.
Yanna moved behind me, and my body jerked when I felt her wet tongue slurp me from my balls to my asshole before licking her way back to my balls, causing me to nearly moan like a bitch.
Grabbing Ajaih’s throat, “You know your bestie is the perfect nasty bitch?” I asked.
“While I’m pumping you full of dick, she’s behind me sucking my balls and rimming my asshole,” I continued, knowing that would send her over the edge, her face contorting and her body spasming.
“ I-I-I’m cumming, ohhhh Calebbbbbbbb,” she cried out, her pussy clenching me and pulling me over the same edge with her as my back stiffened and I grunted my release as I filled her pussy up.
Pulling out, Yanna squatted between Ajaih’s legs and sucked every drop of the mess we made from her pussy, then licked her lips as she kissed Ajaih, then me, before going to wash her hands and finish the red beans and rice, pork chops, collard greens, and cornbread.
Ajaih and I made our way upstairs to clean up and shower, where I dug her pretty little freckled pussy out again in the shower.
Sitting down to eat, I let Yanna and Freckles in on my family therapy session, and they both came around the table to hug me and tell me how proud they were of not only me, but my mother, brother, and sister for doing the work to be healthy and happy as a family.
Yanna had been going to therapy with her mother, so she understood exactly how it felt to finally have breakthroughs that removed the weight of hurt and despair from your shoulders.
Ajaih talked about her biological mother reaching out to her and her refusal to speak to her, asking if she was selfish.
Yanna and I assured her that whatever decision she made for herself was hers to make, especially when she suffered the most from her mother’s abandonment.
“Yanna, I know you see Dana and Ahmir at work, are they good? I feel like I haven’t seen them, only talked via iMessage,” I asked.
“They are, they decided to have a small wedding of about 50 people, so they’ve been planning a small but lavish wedding in addition to everything going on at the hospital.
They’re planning to come spend the weekend with us Friday, I can’t wait,” she informed us as a smile made its way to Ajaih’s face.
“Freckles, how do you feel? Any regrets?” I inquired, wanting to know.
“None at all. I can’t wait to eat my baby’s pussy while you fill her with dick tonight,” she stated very matter-of-factly.
I know we’ve heard the saying three’s company, and four’s a crowd, but with Ajaih, five was a golden ratio.