Denise
Iwas still sitting in shock that my nephew was Nikki's second cousin as we conversed over dinner.
I touched base with both of them to make sure we were all comfortable with the learned dynamic.
It was determined that anyone from a sibling's or cousin's in-laws was fair game.
It felt like a cosmic coincidence that we hadn't met prior to the book festival, though.
But I remembered Amber and Anthony hadn't had a wedding where we would've run into each other.
They eloped after she got pregnant in college, and there wouldn't have been anything else I would've seen her at except for the funeral.
When I asked her about it, she reminded me of the snowstorm that hit Detroit that winter.
Other family members had missed the funeral due to canceled flights as well.
She shared that missing the funeral only added to her guilt, but she made a trip up here the week after to spend time with Amber and Josh.
After we enjoyed our appetizers and finished the bottle of wine, it didn't take much convincing to bring Nikki back home with us.
We were all feeling it—that deep sexual tension that had plagued all of us for this last year.
I made a mental note to give Q his props later for picking that restaurant—oysters were my favorite aphrodisiac.
After we arrived back at the house, we were all making ourselves comfortable on our living room floor while Q explained the rules to a card game he'd heard about called Three of Hearts.
"Okay, so think 'I Declare War,' right, but instead of numbers determining the winner of the round, the suits do.
So spades beat clubs, diamonds beat spades, and hearts beat diamonds.
Clubs lose every time unless everyone pulls a club—then the highest number wins.
If two players pull the winning suit, they battle and flip again.
The winning suit of each round comes with a privilege.
If you win off a club round, you get to ask any player of your choosing for a confession.
Spades, you get to ask any player of your choosing a personal question.
Diamonds, you get to ask for a favor from any player of your choosing.
And hearts, you get to request any physical act of your choosing.
The three of hearts is the most powerful card in the game—you pull that, we get all four privileges. "
The rules made me side-eye where he had "heard" about this game, but it sounded fun, so I was down to play.
I was enjoying the smell of coconut and shea butter from Nikki's hair as she rested her head on my shoulder while Q dealt out the deck.
It wasn't surprising how easily we fell into the natural comfortability of being so close to each other.
It was as if a year hadn't gone by since we last saw each other, and we'd been familiar way longer than that.
"Ready?" Q asked once we each had a pile of cards. We nodded and each flipped over our first card. I had a nine of clubs, Q had a two of spades, and Nikki had a six of diamonds.
"Ayyyy," Nikki cheered. "So I get to ask either of you for a favor, right?"
"Yup," Q said.
"Okay, Q, can you acquire some weed for us? I wanna be high for the rest of this game."
"Mm, that's a great idea," I said.
"I actually brought some back from Atlanta last time I went. Be right back."
He returned moments later with a couple tubes of prerolls labeled Dr. Malcolm's special, a lighter, and an ashtray. He had been smoking a lot more lately after finding a dispensary he liked in Atlanta.
"You went to Dr. Malcolm's? That's my plug and my homegirl's husband."
"Oh word? The world keeps getting smaller and smaller. Yeah, I met him my first visit. Cool dude. He's been hooking me up every time I'm down there now."
Q lit the joint, taking a deep inhale. There was something so erotic about a man lighting whatever he was smoking—the way his lips curled and forearm flexed. The way it always looked intimate and never ceased to get me wet.
"Alright, next round," he said, passing it to Nikki.
Me: Jack of Clubs
Nikki: Three of Clubs
Q: Seven of Clubs
"Q… confession time," I said.
He smirked before answering. "I still think about the way y'all taste mixed together."
"Mmm," Nikki and I hummed in unison. I looked over at her as she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, eyes lost in the memory of it all. I was too, wanting nothing more than to taste us again as we flipped our cards for the next round.
Me: Three of Hearts
Nikki: King of Diamonds
Q: Five of Spades
"Lucky me!" I said, tapping my chin, thinking of a request for each category.
"Physical act… Nikki, I've been dying for a kiss," I said, tilting her chin up to me.
She smiled against my lips as our mouths pressed together, soft and warm.
Every one of my senses reacted to her—the taste of weed and mint from the gum she was chewing intoxicating.
She disconnected from me to inhale a puff, then blew it into my mouth before pressing into me again, hungrier this time.
Our tongues got lost in the rhythm of the kiss, sliding and tangling in our greedy mouths.
After a moment, we heard 1st Position by Kehlani start playing, and both looked to Q, who was biting his bottom lip, his lustful eyes glued on us.
"Fuck this game. Don't stop," he said.
"I wanna hear her other requests," Nikki said, kissing along my jawline and down my neck.
"Nikki, give me a confession," I breathed, fighting to keep control of myself.
"I'm so wet right now," she said, kissing along my collarbone.
"Personal question… are you on birth control?" I hissed as she slid her hand under my top.
"I got an IUD six months ago," she replied, lifting my shirt over my head.
"A favor… can I watch Q fuck you?"
In a chaotic rush, clothes flew off, and Q was behind Nikki staring down at me.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back against his chest while I watched his other hand snake between her legs, beginning to tease her clit with slow, deliberate circles.
I was happy to be the one nursing the blunt while I enjoyed the show.
"Before I fuck you, I need you to understand that once I slide inside you, that shit is mine… ours. You understand?" he said against her ear.
"Yesss," she moaned, squirming against him.
"I also need you to understand that I'm not about to be gentle since you kept this pussy away from us for so long and I feel some type of way about it. You good with that?" She nodded, unable to speak, and I immediately knew she fucked up. He slapped her ass hard and pulled her hair tighter.
"Use your words, big girl."
"Yessss. Yesss, I'm good with that," she breathed hard.
He pushed her down into me, his hand pressing against her back to arch it just right.
I recognized the moment he pushed inside her—her mouth falling open, her eyes shutting tight, a sharp inhale catching in her throat.
I knew the feeling well. I also knew he was about to punish her.
I wrapped my hand snug around her throat to help him out because I shared in the same sentiment of feeling some type of way that she kept herself from us for so long.
She steadied herself with both hands on either side of me as he drove his punishing strokes into her, each thrust jolting her forward, making her gasp against my palm.
It was the first time in my life I'd ever been jealous of a man.
I wished I had a dick to cause the faces Nikki was making.
Maybe that was the weed talking, but as I inhaled another puff, I imagined what that would feel like.
To experience the warm tightness of her wet pussy, which was dripping because of me.
How powerful that would feel—to know I'm the reason her body was reacting the way it was.
I found solace in knowing I was at least contributing to her arousal.
Lying underneath her, watching was the next best thing.
She looked beautiful being dominated by my sexy ass husband.
I knew if all else failed in any of our respective careers, we'd have a bag waiting if we ever decided to do OnlyFans.
"Does she feel as good as you imagined, baby?" I asked Quincy, who hadn't taken his eyes off me.
"Even better," he growled. "Come taste."
I removed the grip I had on her throat and slid down her body until I was positioned underneath them, trailing my tongue down her body along the way.
I gave my best effort at multi-tasking between giving her sensitive clit the attention it needed and allowing Q to face-fuck me to give her time to recuperate.
At one point he was only stroking once, jumping back and forth between her pussy and my mouth.
It was glorious, and the pulse between my legs confirmed this was the sexual desire I had lying dormant for far too long.
"Turn the other way, Niecy. I wanna watch Nikki eat your pussy," Q requested.
We adjusted to the 69 position while Q continued fucking her from the back. The vibration from her moans against my clit was driving me crazy as I was returning the same vibrations on hers, Q's relentless thrusts causing the domino effect.
"Remind us again why you left?" Q cockily said to Nikki through gritted teeth.
"Trust me, I have regrets," she moaned. I was proud of the way she was taking Q.
He hadn't had to tell her to stop running yet, which was impressive.
I wasn't sure if it was the weed or the oysters that gave us all unprecedented stamina, but no one wanted to let up even after Nikki and I had two earth-shattering orgasms. Quincy finally slowed down, giving us the break we needed but didn't want to take.
"I'm not done with y'all, but we need to hydrate," Q said, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
"Let's move this to the room," I said, wrapping my arms around Nikki's waist.
You would've thought we were two teenagers the way we giggled and kissed all the way to our bed, where she fell on top of me. We immediately started scissoring, her warm, wet pussy sliding across mine, the friction satiating this long-awaited craving.
"I leave for two seconds," Q said, walking into the room with three bottles of water.
Our collective response was heavy breathing and soft hums against each other's lips.
Q sat on the bed next to us with the joint in his mouth—that hadn't miraculously started a fire since I'd abandoned it at some point without even realizing.
Nikki was still grinding against me, but we both got distracted by Q sitting there slow stroking his thick dick, blowing out a curling cloud of smoke.
I loved watching him masturbate for me. I could get off to that visual alone, but combined with Nikki's body on mine, I was already squirting all over her stomach before I had the chance to really enjoy the show.
"Come clean us up daddy.” I said as Nikki rolled over next to me.
"Don't have to tell me twice."
He stood up and made his way to the end of the bed, where he grabbed my ankle, dragging me toward him. He picked me up on his shoulders effortlessly, positioning me to his mouth as his tongue played against my clit and cleaned up the mess Nikki and I made.
"Fuck, Q!" I cried.
I couldn't see her, but I heard the loud, wet slurping coming from Nikki sucking his dick while he continued holding me in place. I grabbed the back of his head, pushing his tongue exactly where I needed it most. The slurping turned into clapping as I peeked to see Nikki throwing it back.
"Bring her down here," Nikki said after another orgasm ripped through her.
Q obliged, sliding me down his body until I was lined up with his hard dick, which Nikki pushed inside me.
Magical. That's what my husband's sex felt like.
I felt like clay in a potter's hands as he worked me up and down, molding me with every thrust. This much pleasure felt downright gluttonous as I enjoyed every thick inch he was giving me while Nikki ate my ass with hungry, devoted strokes of her tongue.
"Where's her tongue at, Niecy?" Q said, locking his eyes on mine.
"My asss," I sang, locking my arms around his neck.
"My nasty fucking sluts," he growled.
He knew exactly what he was doing, calling us that.
It was something about light degradation that got me every time.
Call me a slut, bitch, or dirty little whore, and I was guaranteed to be climaxing shortly after.
Q tossed me back on the bed to watch Nikki clean up the creamy mess I'd left all over his dick.
I remembered the way Q looked the first time we'd tag teamed sucking him, and I couldn't help but join her.
As our tongues tangled and we got lost in a passionate kiss, Q stepped back and stroked his dick, watching us.
"Y'all are so fucking sexy. Shitttt," he groaned, his cum shooting out right between our lips. I licked up the little bit that dripped down Nikki's chin, then swallowed it as she did the same to me. Q tilted her chin up to him.
"Don't let a nigga get used to this and think you still single mama.”
I smiled at my husband. He was so much better than me at being assertive, and in this moment, I was so grateful for that. There was no way we were letting her go again. We'd had too many conversations, all leading to the same unconventional conclusion: we wanted her to be a part of our union.