Caleb
The door opened, and I knew Dana and Ahmir entered when I heard them both suck in a sharp breath as I was filling Yanna to the hilt with pleasure. I felt Yana’s increasing arousal coating my dick as the realization of Ahmir and Dana’s presence registered across her senses.
“Yanna, be a good girl and show them how excited you are to see them,” I groaned as she continued to gallop up and down my dick, leaving a sticky trail of her cream with every stroke.
On my command, I felt a stream of liquid spray my stomach as Yanna’s body convulsed.
As I opened my eyes, Dana was behind Yanna with one hand wrapped around her throat and the other hand gently stimulating her erect nipples while demanding she continue to cum as Ahmir dropped to his knees behind her and pushed her dress over her hips.
I was trying my best not to paint Yanna’s walls this soon, but the scene unfolding in front of me and the drenched pussy wrapped around me left me with no choice.
“FUCK YANNA,” I moaned out as I emptied everything I had into Yanna.
She leaned forward to kiss my lips as she slid off my dick, turning her back to me, sitting back in my lap, spreading completely eagle.
Taking the hint, Dana leaned over and began to lick and suck my semen out of Yana’s dripping wet hole, moaning as she savored the taste, while smacking Yanna’s pussy with just enough pressure to make her pussy squirt again, this time all in her face.
My dick was already rock hard again, and watching satiation cover Dana’s face as Yanna used her mouth and face for her pleasure had me ready to be balls deep in both women.
Ahmir was standing as he inched his way inside Dana eliciting a moan of satisfaction from her pretty cum covered mouth while Yanna laid back on my chest.
Reaching around, I gently rubbed her sensitive clit, as she talked Dana through the impending orgasm that had her moaning and shaking, “Mmmm, be a good girl and take it all for me, baby.”
Needing to be closer than I was, I slid back inside my heaven on earth and started to work Yanna’s warm, wet center.
As my eyes closed and my head fell back, I felt Dana’s hot, wet tongue on my dick and balls as Yanna slid up and down my shaft.
With every swoosh of her tongue, she inched lower until she was rimming my asshole with no shame like the nasty bitch I knew she was.
“Mmmm, Daddy, does it feel good being in this pussy while her tongue is in your asshole?” Yanna asked as she clamped her walls down around my dick.
I tried to be quiet to keep from moaning out like a bitch, but Yanna lifted and slammed her pussy down on my dick, causing me to cover every wall in that pussy with my cum.
“You so fucking nasty,” I panted as I caught my breath, knowing Yanna was smirking without even seeing her face.
Removing myself once again deep from within her, she bent forward and tongue kissed Dana with the nastiness of several porn stars, as Ahmir stroked himself and Dana to their final ascent, causing an eruption of orgasmic bliss as she cried out in absolute pleasure.
While I had no plans on the night ending like this, I’m glad it did.
Having Dana back in my life in a romantic capacity was a curveball I wasn’t expecting to be thrown my way, but with Yanna by my side, I was willing to hit it out of the park.
Now that we’d gotten the fun out of the way, I hoped we could get cleaned up and discuss the details of our arrangement before ending the night.
The four of us decided to enjoy a nightcap and retire to my house after our evening at Noire.
Ahmir and I chopped it up about sports, music, and life as we puffed on a cigar and sipped on a few glasses of whiskey.
I was able to get a feel for where his head was at with this situation because the last thing I wanted was Yanna to encounter any issues at work because we’d mixed business and pleasure.
Ahmir was from a prominent family that prided itself on tradition.
As the oldest of three siblings, he set the pace for excellence, becoming the first to pursue a career in medicine.
Much like Yanna, he was passionate about making healthcare a better and safer place for black men and women, and he did so at the expense of an opportunity to play in the NFL.
According to him, by the time players retired from they may or may not still be rich, they are typically a shell of their former self because they’ve been beat up all over the field, and when the curtains finally close on dedicating your body season after season to the sport, your loved ones only get what’s left of you after you retire.
He said that wasn’t the vision he had for himself, and so he accepted a full academic scholarship to Yale, where he also attended medical school.
This conversation put a bug in my ear to make sure I talked to Rio about his exit strategy before he was all beat up and bruised.
“So how’d you and Dana meet?” I inquired.
“Dana was college roommates with my little sister, Amya. She brought Dana home with her for Thanksgiving break, their sophomore year, and I was home as well. We became friends and I tried to keep it there because my baby sis hated when her friends used to chase after me,” he chuckled.
“Over the years, though, Dana and I kept in contact, and when I got my residency at Winston Hills Memorial, I reached out to see if she could help me find housing and settle in. A blind man can see she’s bad as hell, and as we got to hang out more, we clicked on all levels, especially romantically.
We both practice ethical non-monogamy because after seeing my parents go through the ups and downs of trying to force traditional monogamy, it really shaped how I approach relationships,” he stated as I nodded my head in agreement, reminding me of all the infidelity my mother endured for the sake of having my father.
I never wanted that to be my and Maria’s reality, so throughout the course of our marriage, I was intentional in honoring our vows, and while there was a ton of temptation as a professional athlete, it hardly ever seemed worth the headache that would follow.
Because I had my wife’s trust, I had her body to do with it as I pleased.
Sex with Maria was incredible until her health wouldn’t allow it anymore.
Maria even helped me understand that my sexual wants and desires with her were healthy.
Over the years, we’d explored and unlocked so many amazing doors in our intimacy that I honestly never wanted or needed to stray from home.
As I sat silently reminiscing about my late wife, Ahmir brought me back to reality when he asked me about Layanna.
Not sure if I should lay it all on the table or cover the basics of our connection, I opted to put it all out there.
If they were a couple we’d embark on this journey with, transparency was key.
As I poured us another whiskey neat, I discussed Angel and how Yanna had been his first love, and how his passing not long after Maria caused Yanna and me to be a support system for each other as we navigated our own grief and the grief of our children.
I shared that our families and others we thought would be there had shown up as little as possible, leaving the door open for us to bond beyond our grief.
As we talked, I tried to gauge his temperament; however, it never changed from one of mutual respect and budding brotherhood.
As I finished giving him the 411 on how Yanna and I came to be, I asked, “I’m a hoe ass nigga for falling in love with my brother’s wife, huh?
” We both burst out laughing as he responded, “Nah man, not at all. I can’t imagine losing my wife and my best friend months apart, and the world is continuing to move on around you.
It’s also common as hell for widows and widowers to move on with someone in their circle,” he added, “No shame in moving on after life-altering losses and finding comfort and connection in someone you know to be an amazing person. Bruh, don’t beat yourself up and travel down the old guilt road for finding happiness and peace again.
I can guarantee it’s what your wife and your brother would’ve wanted. ”
And on that note, we dapped it up as the ladies made their way down to us in their body-hugging silk negligees. Feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders after that talk, I grabbed Yanna by the waist and kissed her neck as I inhaled her sweet scent.
“What mischief were you two up to down here?” She asked sweetly, her hair in its curly state and flowing down her back.
“None, Mama. We were shooting the shit and having a drink,” I responded.
Now was a perfect time to see where everyone’s head was and how we’d navigate this new and uncharted territory.
“Ahmir was telling me that he and Dana are ethical non-monogamists, and it’s been difficult finding another couple who is in the lifestyle and understands the rules of engagement,” I said, looking at Yanna.
“Baby, you said that you’d like to embark on a more open romantic situation, and I think Ahmir and Dana would be a great couple. They’re knowledgeable about the lifestyle, the chemistry is amazing, and Dana and I have history,” I finished, looking at the three of them.
She focused her gaze on me, expression unreadable; however, her body language was still very relaxed, so I had no qualms about what I’d suggested.
“If Ahmir and Dana are comfortable and willing, I’d love to know them better as lovers and friends,” she said as she sauntered over and kissed both Ahmir and Dana seductively, causing my dick to throb immediately.
Much like the times before, I could see the stars in their eyes every time they looked at Yanna.
It never ceased to amaze me that Yanna was so oblivious to the effect she had on people when they were in her presence.
Angel was the same way from the day he mentioned Yanna to me.
He had been far beyond smitten, more like he was head over heels for her and was never ashamed to admit it, and now here I was, in the same boat with two other people who only wanted to please her in every way possible.
I’d fallen in love with Yanna, and as if she could hear my thoughts, she walked back to me, standing between my legs, and whispered, “I love you too,” as she kissed my lips erotically.
Looking to Dana and Ahmir, Yanna asked, “I mean, so what are the rules? How does this work?” As she giggled nervously.
Smiling warmly, Dana walked over and wrapped her arms around Yanna’s waist and said, “Transparency is the only rule,” she continued “Communicate your wants and needs, talk to us if something makes you feel uncomfortable, everyones comfort, happiness, and pleasure in and out of the bedroom is key for really enjoying and thriving in non-traditional relationships,” as she kissed Yanna’s neck softly eliciting sensual moans from her pretty mouth.
Ahmir made his way to where Dana and Yanna were as he began to caress Yanna’s soft plush body as he picked up where Dana left off, “There will be times where you’ll just want to spend time with Dana, myself, or Caleb, or a combination of the above, and that’s perfectly ok because there will be moments like that for all of us.
The important thing to remember,” he said between kissing up and down Yanna’s neck and easing his hand up her negligee where I could hear the evidence of her growing arousal as he started fingering her at a nice steady pace, “Whether we’re all together or spending time separately, you are always wanted, needed, and desired,” and with that Yanna was brought to an explosive orgasm causing tears to spring to her eyes from the immense pleasure coursing through her body.
Watching my woman be pleased brought me a level of gratification I never thought imaginable as I grabbed Dana by her throat, bringing us face-to-face and whispering against her lips before my tongue invaded her mouth, “I’m about to put this dick deep inside you, take it like a good girl, understood?
” She nodded her head yes; however, I needed her to use her words.
Turning her back to me and swatting her on the ass with enough force to bring her pleasurable pain, I demanded, “Use your words.”
“Yes, yes Daddy, I’ll take it like the best girl,” she moaned as pleasure radiated from every beautiful inch of her body entering her until she was filled to completion and absolute satisfaction, as evidenced by her warm, dripping wet sex pulsating around my length trying to milk me for everything I was planning to give that greedy little pussy.
“Caleb, FUCK,” she moaned, drunk off whiskey and lust.
“Don’t beg, just grip this big mothafucka harder,” I grunted, hitting her with steady deep strokes that were causing her body to shake, signaling the detonation of her orgasm.
Looking up to the sight of Yanna on her knees giving a perfect and super sloppy dick sucking performance with her face wet and mouth filled to capacity as Ahmir held a fist full of her hair and pumped into her mouth mercilessly.
The sight and sound of my good girl in disguise gagging on dick like a true veteran sent me over the edge as I pulled out of Dana, forced her to her knees, and made her already beautiful face an ever greater masterpiece as I painted it until I was empty.
Regaining my composure, I saw Yanna licking her lips and rising off her knees as she kissed Ahmir as he lauded her for being a good girl, swallowing every drop of his seed.
Ready to call it a night, Ahmir and Yanna were holding hands with plans to head to the guest room which would become his and Dana’s room for nights they were here, and I grabbed Dana’s hand as we prepared to head to my and Yanna’s room to shower and lay it down.
As we parted ways, I felt no jealousy about Yanna going to bed with Ahmir, and she showed no signs either as Dana headed to mine, further solidifying our decision to try something different for our second beginnings.