MONFUA

I’ve been waiting weeks to get to this moment.

Every time I thought it was the right time, it never was, but today was the muhfuckin’ day.

It was our anniversary, and I was going to go in.

I ended up checking my bag that Chev had given us, and sure enough, there was something in there, a fucking paddle.

Now, everything Diamond told me made sense.

Sukalati had been a bad girl and although she redeemed herself, tonight she was going to pay.

When I hit that corner and saw her in that costume, I wanted to skip it all and fuck her where she stood, but it was about taking it slow and easy.

She stepped into the dimly lit bedroom and went right into character as she strutted past me.

Her head turned slowly as it rested on her shoulder to look at me.

Her eyes held seduction in them as mine devoured hers.

“Big bad wolf, huh?” she purred.

My lips curled up. “Big bad Fua!” I howled.

When she made it to the bed, she slowly turned toward me, “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers. I’m supposed to go straight to Granny’s house.”

I got down on my knees and began to crawl toward her like prey. “Aua e te gaoioi,” I growled.

Closer.

She backed up slightly. “What big arms you have,” she muttered.

“Better to hold you with,” I grumbled.

She grinned. “What big mouth you have.”

My head raised slowly, “Better you to eat you with,” I grumbled.

Closer.

“What big,” she paused as a sinister smile appeared on her face. “Dick, you have.”

I winked. “Better to fuck you with. Oe lau aulelei oe,” I told her.

Closer.

My crawl to her was animal-like. I could tell it turned her on. Her mouth opened slightly as her tongue slid across her lips slowly. “What are you saying?” She asked.

I didn’t respond. When I reached her feet, I let my lips travel gently up her leg until I reached her center. As I kneeled before her, my eyes traveled up slowly. “I said you're beautiful,” I told her as my hand slowly lifted her skirt.

Her chocolate pussy stared at me again. This time, I was ready to challenge it. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulders and allowed my tongue to tap at her clit. “Ooo,” I heard her moan.

My tongue scooped at her clit before I took it in my mouth and sucked on it passionately. My mask pressed against her pussy as me and her clit got acquainted. “Mmm, you taste,” I paused and let a devious growl. “Good girl!”

I gripped her ass, bringing her pussy closer. My tongue found its way inside of her. Sukalati’s legs shook as she snatched at my hair. “Fu- aahh!” she screamed.

The way my mouth fucked on her pussy, I knew she wouldn’t last long. I stood to see her looking flushed. “You haven’t been bed rocked yet. Bend the fuck over,” I instructed her.

“But—”

I said nothing just pointed toward the bed. Hesitantly, she bent over, and I flung that skirt above her ass. I grabbed the paddle off the bed, glanced at it before I flipped it in my hand, “Who’s the big bad Fua?” I asked.

“Huh?”

Smack!

“Who’s the big bag muhfuckin Fua?” I repeated.

She was taking too long.

Smack!

Her body bucked first, and her ass bounced back last. It was a fucking sight to see. “Shit, Fua, you are goddamnit!”

Smack!

“Who am I?”

Smack!

She stood straight up. “What the hell, nigga!”

I smiled. “Wrong answer, Sukalati. I’ll kiss it when I’m done, but right now you’re going to take these swats. Bend your ass over,” I gritted.

She bent over again, and I flung that fucking skirt above her ass. “Who am I?”

Smack!

“Mm, not my homie.”

Smack!

“Not my lover,” she whined.

I smiled because she liked this shit.

Smack!

“Ah! Damn, not my fucking friend.”

Smack!

“My fucking husband!” she moaned.

I walked behind her and rubbed her ass before gripping her hair, pulling her back against my chest. My tongue ran down her face before I kissed her. “Good fucking girl. Last one, baby, so make it good,” I whispered.

“Tell me you love me.”

Her head slowly turned as she winked at me. She rolled her hips, “Oute alofa ia te oe.”

“Shit sounds so sexy. Now welcome to the fucking Zoo!”

Smack!

“Ah!” she screamed.

It was her being on board that I loved. Lakia was my person, and although she didn’t know what the fuck just happened, it was her willingness to do it for me that made me happy.

Love found me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more than this.

I picked her up and sat at the end of the bed.

I didn’t have to instruct her because she already knew.

She planted her feet on the side of me. She used her hand to pull my dick out and slowly eased down on top of me, “Mmm,” I grumbled.

Foreheads touching. The way she held the back of my head as leverage. Her pussy squeaked every time she went down and came back up. She took my lip between her teeth, “Ah, big bad Fua got some good dick,” she moaned.

Slide down, swivel up.

“Come on, Little Orange Riding Hood. Ride this muhfucka then.”

Slide down, swivel up.

My hands gripped her ass, opening it wider as she found her rhythm.

Slide down, swivel up.

My mouth formed an O shape as I blew out a sharp breath. “Fuck!” I grunted.

“That’s right fuck!”

Slide down, swivel up.

She began to move faster. We were creating our own tune. “Sukalati, I’m about to cum,” I panted.

Slide down, swivel up.

“Cum then,” she gasped. “Fua, you feel so good. I love you.”

Slide down, swivel up.

I gripped her ass tighter. “Sukalati, I- oo shit!”

Then she slowed it down, and that was it. “Ooo fuck!” I moaned like a bitch as I exploded.

Sukalati came not too long after me. I fell back on the bed with her falling on top of me. She lifted the mask above my head as she glanced down at me. “Happy anniversary, baby. I do love you, Fua.”

She remembered. “Happy anniversary. I love you too. Since the day you and I said I do.”

I lifted her and got up from the bed. I walked over to the drawer, pulled out a box, and handed it to her. Her eyes lit up, “Wait!” she shouted.

She ran out of the room and then came back into the room with a box in her hand. “Let’s open it together.” She smiled.

We did just that. She had gotten me a wedding band while I had gotten her a wedding ring. We took the rings and slid them on each other’s fingers. I held my hand up, “Hold on.”

I went to my closet and grabbed the Polaroid we had used a while ago. I held her hand up and placed mine alongside it. I snapped a photo because I wanted to remember the night I spent with the love of my life, my fucking wife.

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