Caleb
The weeks had been a complete blur due to my schedule.
I had been in, out, and around the country, splitting my time between commentating and fulfilling contractual obligations for some of my endorsement deals by way of photoshoots, commercials, and event appearances.
I was excited to get home and see both Yanna and Dana, because I hadn’t seen either of them in the flesh since the night Yanna told Ajaih of our relationship dynamics.
I’d talked to both women together and separately and couldn’t wait to see them in the flesh, Layanna especially.
I feel like our conversations had been surface deep, almost like she was avoiding telling me what had been going on with her outside of work, Dana, and Ahmir.
I’d texted back and forth with Ahmir, who was also on business travel for a medical conference that Yanna thought would be a great networking opportunity for him and a way to let their medical colleagues know Winston Hills was churning out the best and brightest surgeons in the world.
Dana was also away on travel, attending a huge financial planning conference for the hospital.
She was a keynote speaker and would present her economic plans and ideas for the hospital as it prepared to merge with one of the country’s largest medical networks.
Yanna and Ahmir, being the best surgeons in the world, provided a lot of medical currency to Winston Hills Memorial, and the higher-ups would be fools not to use it to their advantage.
My first stop was the kitchen where I saw covered pots and pans and place settings for two at the island, but no her.
My next stop was the den, where the TV was on, but there was no Yanna.
Finally, I made my way to our bedroom, where she was softly snoring as she slept on her stomach, barely covered by the duvet, exposing her toned upper back, where her hair was sprawled across it, thick thighs, and round ass.
Biting my bottom lip, I looked at my sleeping beauty in amazement as I gently placed my bags down, removing my shoes and jacket, and headed to disturb her slumber.
Removing what was left of the duvet from her body, I began to gently knead her thighs and ass as I kissed her neck and shoulders.
Her scent told me she had not long ago showered and moisturized in her favorite whipped shea body butter.
Starting to stir from her slumber, a delicate moan escaped her as I continued to touch and rub her.
“Cal,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Hmmm,” I replied, not taking my eyes or hands off her.
“I missed you so much,” she said as she turned over to lay eyes on me. I was rendered speechless momentarily, her beauty leaving me stuck.
I considered myself a hot-blooded man who admired a woman’s beauty, even if I never had a single plan to shoot my shot.
Women were God’s gift, made to be adored and admired; however, I often racked my brain trying to understand why I’d never truly paid attention to how outlandishly gorgeous this woman was.
I always surmise that it was my love and respect for my wife and my best friend that served as a receptor blocker for my attraction to Yanna.
Finally able to find my voice again, “Not more than Daddy missed you,” leaning forward and pulling her luscious lips into a kiss.
“Baby, the next time I travel, you and your patients just have to come with me because this was the longest, most restless week ever,” I stated honestly as her laugh became music to my ears.
“Cal, you know damn well,” she stated, giggling.
“I know, I know,” I responded, chuckling at my own ridiculousness.
My initial plan was to shower, eat dinner, and see what had been going on with my woman while we cuddled, but still, an insatiably urgent need was taking over my body, and all I could think of in this moment was being buried deep in her before I could pass go and collect my thoughts.
I maneuvered Yanna until she was in my lap in nothing but Calvin Klein bikini panties, her breasts pressed against my chest, my dick getting harder by the second, our breathing ragged with need, her eyes sparkling with adoration.
Getting the hint, Yanna reached between us, unbuckled my belt and slacks as I lifted us both just enough to push my slacks and boxer briefs down enough to free my rock hard dick that knew home was near.
Yanna pushed her panties to the side and lined my throbbing dick up with her wet pussy, sitting completely the fuck down, taking every inch on the way down.
Dana told me about some super nasty grind Yanna did when they were intimate that had her ready to propose and just as the conversation played in my head, Yanna started to do just that, grind on my dick so nasty that my head shot up so that I could look at this nasty bitch ride my me like she had nothing to lose and everything to gain by milking my dick for every drop.
I don’t think there’s a word in the dictionary to describe what this feels like, but imagine putting your hand in the softest, warmest, wettest, snug glove that happens to rotate and massage your hand at the right speed with just the right amount of pressure.
That is what the fuck Yanna was doing to my dick right now, and if she didn’t stop, I was going to shoot a week’s worth of semen in her immediately.
Finally collecting enough of my thoughts to warn her, I spoke, “Yanna, baby, whatever the fuck you’re doing on my dick, you better fucking relax before I paint these walls.”
“Do it,” she replied, taking my words as a challenge, increasing the speed and pressure just slightly, grabbing me by my throat as she looked me in my eyes, “Do it, Daddy. Cum all in and over this pussy, right now,” she demanded seductively.
I tried to hold off my orgasm, but her merciless walls clamped down on me as she talked me through it with nothing but filth pouring from her mouth effortlessly, causing me to empty the clip deep inside her, screaming every obscenity I could muster.
My release triggered hers as she screamed my name and gushed all over me, wetting us both up.
Dana, didn’t lie, I had every intention of calling my jeweler tomorrow, I was marrying Layanna, I just needed her to get on board.
“I missed you so much,” I announced, kissing the woman who was now an enigma to me.
“I missed you more,” she replied, her eyes filled with love, lust, and satiation.
Finally separating, we headed to the shower and got cleaned up, where I couldn’t keep my eyes, mouth, or hands off Yanna the whole time we bathed.
I rubbed her, caressed her, and kissed her throughout our shower, never taking my eyes or mind off her.
I was clingy when it came to this woman, and I didn’t have a care in the world.
Layanna had fucked me, bathed me, and fed me, in that exact order, and now I wanted to pick her brain and see how everything had been going while I was away.
I knew the kids were good because I received a call from AJ while I was traveling, and he wanted to talk to me as a man because he planned to step to my baby girl and make his feelings known.
AJ was so much like his father that it made my chest tighten as we talked.
I told him to take things slow with Callie, as they were both young and chasing their dreams, and to give each other grace as they continued the chase.
CJ was starting his residency next month and would be moving back to Winston Hills.
As a token of my pride for all his hard work, I had my realtor find several properties and gifted him the one of his choosing.
Breaking our comfortable silence, “How did things go with JaJa after her night with Dana and me?” I inquired.
“Actually, better than I expected. My intention was never to overwhelm her, but to be transparent with the one person I’d never kept a secret from since we were kids, she and Dana having sexual chemistry so electrifying that it aroused us all was not on my bingo card,” she said laughing while continuing, “We also discussed her feelings for me and mine for her, she was honest in that she was always attracted to me and I told her I felt the same, however I told her that discovering her sexual self was important to make sure these were actual feelings and not just FOMO rearing it’s ugly head.
She respected how I felt, but also expressed that her experience with Dana and your watching had only intensified the feelings of desire she had for me, and now included Dana.
She was nervous about how I would feel knowing she had been intimate with Dana as you watched.
I assured her that I felt nothing but pleasure knowing she had finally been granted the pleasure she wanted and needed, and not the half-ass pleasure men in her past had given her.
She also expressed that she enjoyed you watching her, it heightened the experience for her, and she’s open to group interactions but in the now, she only desires to be intimate with Dana and I,” as she continued talking I was more surprised that she was willing to be intimate with men in group settings than I was at her desire to only be intimate with women in one-on-one situations.
Growing and maturing have taught me that labels are more constricting to the soul than they are helpful.
As if she were reading my mind, Yanna said exactly what I’d been thinking, “She asked me if that made her a lesbian, and I asked her why she felt a need to label herself. I reminded her that the most freeing part of one’s sexual awakening is deciding who you are and then enjoying the freedom to exist as you are,” smiling as she kissed my neck.