22 - The Bull #2
“This is my husband,” she said to Gwen. “I don’t think we were dating yet the last time we saw each other.”
“So much for keeping in touch after we stopped working together, huh?” Gwen shook Kyle’s hand politely, but her eyes scanned him as if she was looking for something. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for Ariel’s type.”
“Why not?” Kyle asked, but then the man behind the counter called out that their order was ready, and Ariel pulled Gwen away for a quick goodbye.
“I do think we should try to hang out at some point,” she said as Kyle carried the comically large cardboard box toward the door. “I’m at the same number, so if it ever pops up in your head, give me a call.”
“Same to you, sweetheart!” Gwen exclaimed with an over the top wave.
“Nice to meet you,” Kyle said in his most professional sounding voice.
“Likewise,” came the warm but guarded reply.
In the car, Ariel laughed as they headed home, surprised by the chance meeting. “Gwen’s a wild one,” she said, the smell of pizza flooding their sensible sedan. “We used to, ya know, go looking for boys together.”
“What did she mean by that comment about me not being your type?” Kyle asked.
“Oh, who knows? Probably because I used to spend a lot of time fawning over bad boys who turned out to be complete assholes. Not to mention awful in bed. She probably expected to see me with someone covered in tattoos and riding a Harley.”
“I could be a bad boy.”
Ariel smiled over at him. It was patronizing, even though she didn’t mean it to be. “No, you’re not a bad boy, Kyle. You’re a doll baby. That’s why I love you.”
She pulled into their driveway and hopped out with a spring in her step. Kyle carried the pizza in, but it wound up getting cold on the counter as Ariel yanked him into the bedroom by his cock and didn’t stop until they were both sore.
***
“Gwen called you something the other night.” Kyle arched his eyebrows to see if Ariel would fill in the blanks. “Queen of …I’m not sure.”
But he was sure. He had heard the word clear as day: spades.
The next day, he had gone online to look up what it meant and saw page after page of white women slobbering all over black men’s dicks.
Happy, smiling white faces, all too ready to spread their legs for those massive, dark cocks.
He had spent half an hour staring at the porn he had found before he realized how it applied to him and his wife.
“Gwen’s just one of those people who always has nicknames for someone,” Ariel said lightly. She didn’t make eye contact as she spoke.
“It sounded like she said Queen of Spades. Any idea what that could mean?”
Ariel sighed, and Kyle knew she was about to explain this to him. She wasn’t the type to lie, though she was the type to downplay something that was a bigger deal than she wanted it to be.
“When Gwen and I knew each other, I sort of had a thing for black guys,” Ariel started.
She laughed under her breath, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe what she was about to tell him.
“It’s not like it was some obsession or whatever.
I just kinda got into the habit of hooking up with black men. ”
“Exclusively black men?” Kyle asked, stealing a look at his own pale hands resting on the kitchen table.
“Exclusively makes it sound like it was some kind of fetish. No, not exclusively. Just a lot.” She shrugged. “I was surprised that any of them were interested in me, to be honest. I always assumed I was a little too flat in the rear for black guys.”
“Now that’s racist,” Kyle said with a snort, studying Ariel’s rounded ass.
It was well-shaped, the ass of someone who spent a lot of their life moving around or bouncing in rhythm.
If she had ever even hinted at wanting to take his cock in there, he’d be more than happy to oblige.
He’d dreamed about fucking it since their first date.
“You think I got enough junk in the trunk?” Ariel joked, shaking her butt in his direction.
“I think someone with an ass like yours is doing the world a disservice by not taking cock in it.”
Ariel scoffed and rolled her eyes. Kyle had slipped a finger in there one time, and from what he could tell, she had enjoyed it, but he didn’t want to push her too hard. After all, he wasn’t about to let her put anything up his back chute.
“Anyway, what me and Gwen used to do is a long way behind us,” Ariel said, settling on Kyle’s lap with her arms around his neck. “It’s not like I’m jonesing for a black cock.”
“What if we found you one, though,” Kyle offered, feeling the stirring of his erection under the weight of Ariel’s ass.
“Found me a black cock?”
“Well, attached to a guy, of course. Like, if I found a great-looking black man who wanted to fuck you, would you do it?”
“You’re basically asking me if I’d cheat on you.”
“No, not like that. I’d find him, and then the two of you would have sex while”—Kyle swallowed, smiled, bit his lip as the request slipped out—“I watched.”
Ariel dropped her arms from around his neck and stared at him blankly. She didn’t say no right away, which emboldened Kyle more than he expected. He let himself get excited over the idea, even the thought of selecting the perfect partner to pound her out was rushing the blood to his crotch.
“I suppose so,” Ariel answered after a long moment.
“You would?”
“I mean, sure. If you can find a good-looking dude who I want to fuck and who also wants to fuck me, then we’ll do it. But, baby, you’re not going to.” Ariel kissed him lightly on the mouth as if that was the end of the conversation.
Kyle knew she thought she was right, that he’d never be able to find a man to meet all the requirements. The truth was that he already had someone in mind. He just hoped to god the guy would say yes.
A few months back, this new guy, Patrick, had started at Kyle’s company. He was smart, funny, and spoke candidly to Kyle about going through a recent divorce.
“So, if you know any women who’d be interested in a kind of boring dude who knows how to cook really well,” Patrick had said, tapping himself on the chest, “send them my way.”
Kyle had told him that he’d have another partner in no time at all, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Patrick remained single, although in no hurry to settle down.
The two of them had started going to the gym together, since most of their office couldn’t be bothered to, and it was there that Kyle had seen Patrick’s best feature.
As they showered and changed, Kyle couldn’t help but notice the size of the anaconda swinging between Patrick’s legs.
It was the biggest dick he had ever seen in real life, and he wondered how a guy with a monster like that was having trouble with women.
The idea of asking a casual friend from work if he was interested in fulfilling a fantasy gave Kyle exceptional pause.
He was worried Patrick would accuse him of sexual harassment or tell everyone in the office that Kyle and his wife were total freaks.
What he did not expect was how open to it Patrick was.
“Hey, look, I haven’t gotten laid in close to a year,” Patrick explained when he saw how nonplussed Kyle looked. “If you and your wife are into this kind of thing, that’s fine by me. I just need to make sure my dick still works.”
“Great!” Kyle said brightly, his heart thumping with all its might as it surged blood to his swelling cock. “What night works for you?”
***
“I’ve got a bit of a surprise,” Kyle told Ariel when he got home from work that night. “Just hear me out.”
Ariel had been positive that Kyle wouldn’t find someone for his little daydream, so when he announced that he had and that Patrick was coming over on Friday, Ariel’s jaw dropped.
Her initial reaction was to scream at Kyle for being so stupid to believe she would do something like that, but she let that reaction pass if for no other reason than she’d have to be mad at herself for making him think it was a possibility.
“I’m worried that this might be better in fantasy than in reality,” she said as she mulled the idea over. “I’m worried you’ll get jealous, even though you think you won’t.”
Kyle raised a hand in the air, palm up, like he was taking an oath. “I swear on my life I won’t. That’s the last thing I’ll get.”
It took another moment of thought before Ariel agreed to it. There were so many things that could go wrong, and she didn’t know if it was worth the risk.
Secretly, the notion turned her on, and when Kyle described the size of Patrick’s package, she found herself nodding without realizing it. She hadn’t had another cock in her over ten years. She was becoming oddly giddy just thinking about it.
Friday night took a long time to come, but both of them were excited and a bit anxious as it arrived.
Ariel had just gotten out of the shower and was pulling her robe around her when they heard the doorbell.
Kyle slapped his hands together in eager anticipation. “That’s him.”
Ariel took a deep breath and pressed her trembling fingers over her mouth.
It was a nervous tick of hers, one others noticed more than she did.
She listened to Kyle opening the front door and welcoming Patrick in.
When she saw him for the first time, her legs went numb and a sticky flood leaked out of her.
“I’m Ariel,” she said, extending her hand despite how dizzy she felt. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Patrick sat down to take his shoes off, his eyes resting on Ariel’s bare feet and legs exposed by the fold in her robe. She adjusted it with a tight laugh.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to flash you.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
Patrick reached up and tugged the knot that held the garment together. Ariel relaxed as he opened her robe and let it fall around her feet. He kissed her neck, his hand resting in the curve of her waist.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Patrick whispered to her. “I know what Kyle wants me to do, but I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she told him, her voice coming back steadily.
“And how hard do you want me to fuck you?”