Layanna
“My love, they say yellow roses represent joy and gratitude, and when I think of you, that is exactly what fills my heart, mind, and soul. You are joy, you are love, you are mine, and for that, my gratitude is eternal. Love the nigga you have completely wrapped around your pretty fingers,
-Caleb”
-Dana”
Dana was smitten, and the thought of such a beautiful woman pining after me, willing to be at my beck and call, made me clinch my thighs together as I made a mental note to talk to Caleb about his thoughts on polyamory.
We had spent our lives in monogamous marriages, so maybe we needed to consider redefining how we loved and experienced love this time around.
The last note was from Ahmir, and he, too, poured out his adoration of me with words,
“Dr. James, I can’t seem to get you off my mind, and I honestly don’t want to.
Not only do I admire you professionally, but I also admire your ability to tap into the bold and brazen woman who had two men and another woman eating out of the palm of her hand.
I hope the night we all shared won’t be the last, but I’ll always cherish it, if it is.
-Ahmir”
As I sat in my office and swooned over the adoration flowing over and through me, I realized I never wanted it to stop.
I deserved to be loved and adored, and I was prepared to walk into this next phase of my life fully believing it.
My mind went back to Caleb and the talk I wanted to have, and I hoped he would be receptive to stepping outside the box with me.
I wanted to explore the chemistry we had with Dana and Ahmir.
There seemed to be mutual respect between Caleb and Ahmir and undeniable chemistry and lust between Caleb and Dana, so why couldn’t we have every desire and need met with another couple that was ready and willing to take the job?
As I headed out of my office to make my rounds, I ran into Ahmir and Dana on the elevator.
We exchanged professional pleasantries while waiting to reach our desired floors, and as I was the first one to exit, I turned back, looking at them both with a smirk, and said, “Mine.”
As the door started to close, I could see the lust in their eyes take over, and I knew my intent had impacted them as intended. As I headed to my first patient, I fired off a quick text asking Cal to meet me for dinner at our favorite steak house around 7 p.m.
As my work day zoomed by, I honestly couldn’t wait for dinner because I was hungry, horny, and ready to have this conversation with Caleb.
I managed to leave the hospital on time, which was a rarity, and made it home to shower and put on a beautiful yellow silk slip dress with gold strappy heels and accessories.
My hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of my neck, and my makeup was light.
I sprayed myself with Miami Nectar by Ellis Brooklyn, grabbed my clutch, and headed out to meet my love as butterflies of nervousness danced all over me.
I arrived early and made my way to the bar, hoping a glass of wine would settle my nerves, but before I could sit down and order, my body let me know Caleb had arrived because I was squeezing my thighs together, and my pert nipples were suddenly hard and needy for his touch.
“I should order our food to go and eat you in the car,” he rasped in my ear as he walked up behind me, smelling decadent, causing me to moan on a giggle as I relished in his presence.
As the night went on and the wine and whiskey flowed, Cal and I enjoyed our meal, but more so, we enjoyed each other.
The conversation between us oozed chemistry, but not just in the romantic way, but as friends genuinely interested in each other.
I’d often wondered if our connection was one of grief that would fizzle out as we learned to cope with our losses day by day; however, the connection seemed to increase in strength as we found healing.
“Cal, I’ve been thinking, A LOT, about the night of the gala, and I’ve been thinking about the direction of our relationship.” his eyes shot up to meet mine, filled with intrigue and uncertainty, as I continued.
“I want to continue to experience moments like that with you by my side. I want us to explore consensual non-monogamy with other couples, preferably a consistent couple of our choosing,” I paused to gauge his reaction to what I’d just said.
He set his glass down after finishing off his Uncle Nearest, his eyes meeting mine, twinkling with a mixture of lust and mischief.
My nerves crept in causing me to ramble my thoughts, “It’s not that you aren’t more than enough to satisfy me, because you satisfy me so fucking well, it’s just that we spent so many years married and monogamous that I think we deserve to try something different and if it doesn’t work, we can always explore traditional monogamy. ”
Cal gently grabbed my hand as I fidgeted with my wine glass, and stroked it gently with the pad of his thumb, causing a calmness to wash over me as he stared into my eyes.
“Yanna, baby, I’m glad that we’ve built a bond where you trust me and are willing to share your wants and desires with me. It’s an honor to know I’m a safe space where we can explore them together,” he affirmed lovingly, causing me to exhale, releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
As the waiter brought the check and Caleb paid for our meal, we decided to head over to his newest business venture, Noire, a cigar lounge that exclusively featured black owned cigar brands and spirits.
The lounge was decorated beautifully, modern with colors that reminded you of the deep mahogany notes of whiskey and cigar wrappers.
Artwork by black artists, a fully staffed kitchen, and beautiful women of all shapes and sizes serving cigars and drinks set the mood.
Caleb told me that he even found an all-black live band with singers to provide live entertainment on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Noire also has private rooms available for customers to host events.
Caleb and I settled into a private room where we spent the next hour talking, sipping Sir Davis, puffing on Tres Linda’s Cubanna Cigars, and vibing to a very sultry R&B playlist, Cal put on.
I had been nervous about our talk at dinner, the whole time Caleb was also hoping we could discuss non-traditional non-monogamy as his feelings were similar to mine, he’d married his high school sweetheart and they had enjoyed a life time of traditionally beautiful memories, however he hoped to forge a new path with me that included new ideas, adventures, and experiences.
Between the conversation we’d had, the whiskey we sipped, and the R&B serenading us, the mood was prime for seduction and the air thick with lust, as I slipped out of my heels and made my way to Caleb’s lap.
As he finished sipping his whiskey and set the glass down, I proceeded to lick the remnants of it off his lips, “Mmmmm,” I moaned, pleased with the taste and the feel of Cal’s hands roaming all over my silk-covered body.
Reaching between us, I undid the button in his slacks and unzipped them as he lifted just enough to free his rock-hard, veiny dick with pre-cum running down the head. I opted to forgo panties this evening, knowing it would end with me bouncing up and down my man’s dick.
“Your nasty ass didn’t wear panties, you just knew you’d end up with dick buried in you before we ended the night, huh?
” He quipped as I placed the head of his dick at the dripping wet opening of my pussy, sliding down just enough to ride the head slowly and methodically, eliciting rugged moans and vulgarities from Caleb’s mouth.
“Fuckkkkkk, Yanna, this pussy got a nigga willing to do whatever just to call it home,” he croaked out as a knock sounded at the door causing my eyes to pop open as I prepared to to get up and smooth my dress down, Caleb however had other plans as he grabbed my hips and pulled me completely down on his hard dick, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from my lips as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed and said, “Come in.”