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TRISTAN

“ T omorrow has come and girl we made it. It’s our anniversary,” I sang in my wife’s ear before applying gentle kisses to her cheek.

Eighteen years flew by quick with us and I hadn’t regretted a day yet.

She made me the man I was today with nonstop support and love.

Others might’ve questioned their bond with their spouse, but I never did with mine.

“ Mmm ,” she moaned offering a small smile.

“Mrs. Malore, I need you to wake up for me. Your breakfast is going to get cold.”

Sticking by my side granted her the treatment of a fuckin’ queen. It wasn’t a thing in this world she couldn’t get out of me. I felt like I owed her that plus more. She was patient and encouraging all in one. When you gave ride or die energy, it was reciprocated without question.

Rolling over, she finally peeled her eyes open and that feeling of being the luckiest man in the world washed over me.

Naomi was still as beautiful as the first day I’d seen her.

Pushing forty while having the appearance of a woman in her twenties.

She was a rare catch and that was something she didn’t have to tell me. I knew it already.

Locking her arms around my neck, she brought me in for a fair exchange of affection.

Her lips greeted mine and I instantly wanted to crawl between her legs and get comfortable.

It never failed. Whenever she touched me, I found myself begging for more.

It was something that hadn’t faded since she blessed a nigga with a simple hug.

Releasing a low groan, I pulled back. We were in the red zone so anything further would be stopped before it could even get started.

Her rejecting me had me ready to drop her on her head, lowkey.

I never liked her telling me no, but I knew what was in play.

It was something I knew the rules of for the past eight years.

“Eighteen years and I still think I won bagging the realest nigga in any room,” she complimented me. It brought a smile out of me. I couldn’t lie.

“You better know it,” I said winking at her. I pecked her lips before standing and retrieving the tray of breakfast off the nightstand. “Eat while I grab something.”

Sitting up, she nodded while maintaining the smile that graced her lips upon awakening. I sat the tray on her lap then administered another kiss on her luscious lips. I wasn’t the best cook, but I did what I could for her. I’d mess up as many groceries as I needed to, to give her a decent meal.

“Thank you, baby. It looks really good.”

A simple bacon, eggs, and waffles platter with fruit on the side.

Orange juice was her favorite so that sat on the tray as well.

She picked up her fork and dug in. She was occupied for the moment, so I had time to step out the door and grab her gifts.

Yeah, we were exchanging a hell of a gift later, but I never let her go without being shown my appreciation first.

I picked up her three-dozen bouquet of white and pink roses, bags of jewelry from New Aged Gems, and bags of labels she enjoyed wearing. Stepping back in the room, I heard her gasp at the items. Naomi deserved everything I had in tow plus more.

“This ain’t nearly enough of what you deserve but this all I got for now.”

“Mr. Malore, you really don’t know how lucky it is to wear your name.”

Little shit like that made me blush and smile like a damn kid.

It was genuineness I felt behind her words.

She was happy to be tied to me. There was no faking it.

I heard it when she uttered how much she loved me, when she made love to me, and when she shared every part of her with me.

Locked in and unbreakable, that was our marriage wrapped up in basic terms.

“Nah, it’s me that’s lucky. Happy Anniversary, Mama, and thank you for doing another year with me. I appreciate you making sure I know where you stand. You don’t stray away or let the union become unstable. I couldn’t love another woman the way I love you.”

Walking over, I piled all her gifts on the bed before stepping back. Seeing her flushed by simple gestures always made me feel like I was doing something right. My effort was admired.

“You really make every day worth it. Thank you, seriously, baby. Now, it’s my turn.”

She placed the tray of food to the side and stood from the bed.

She did a light jog to her closet and came out with damn near the same thing I got her.

The only difference was her choice in flowers.

I chuckled from knowing this would be another year we thought alike.

We knew each other’s thought process and it was no longer a coincidence.

“Tada!” I shook my head as I closed the distance between us wrapping my arms around her body.

“We got to stop mirroring each other, Mama.”

“I swear. Happy Anniversary, baby.” Finding balance on her toes, we exchanged another kiss before she handed my things over. “What time is it? Have you eaten anything yet?”

Flipping my wrist, I checked the time. “It’s a little after six. We got time. The jet supposed to be ready to go by nine. The flight ain’t but an hour and a half, I think. And to answer your other question, yes, I have.”

“We need to shower and get ready to head out. We still need to take that drive to Graceland Heights and fly out of GHI, which is over an hour long.”

“Have you received the email yet?” I inquired grabbing a pair of draws out the dresser and tossing them on the bed.

“They came in last night. They’re clean, the NDAs are signed, and they sent over their flight information. We’re good to go. They’ll arrive before we will but only by like thirty minutes more or less.”

“Cool. Finish eating and join me in the shower.”

Nodding, she sat on the bed and was right back to feeding her face.

I walked pass her into the bathroom heading for the shower.

Turning on the water, I let it rise to its temperature as I took care of my face and mouth.

Once I was done, I undressed and stepped in the marble tile disclosure.

The warm water coated my body, bringing a moment of relaxation.

I allowed the significance of today to settle within me.

I never saw my parents put in so much effort for one another.

They were together one day then single the next.

My mother took that to heart and cut off her line of love altogether.

Me and Hakeem depended on one another from that day forward.

It hurt to lose someone you really loved, and they weren’t dead.

The disconnection was reciprocated, and she was no longer a part of our lives.

When I looked at my wife, I knew she was here for the long run. She solidified my thoughts every day I woke up next to her pretty ass. Imagine knowing your life partner put you before themselves in every move they made. It was that real for us.

The glass door slid back and she entered, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her breasts pressed into my back, sending a comforting feeling throughout my body. She was home for me. It truly didn’t matter where the fuck we went, as long as I had her with me, I was home.

“You alright?” she questioned. Soft kisses were placed randomly on my flesh while she held onto me.

“Always. You sure you down to do another year with me? That’s 364 days being tied to a nigga,” I commented. Removing the one day we separated annually meant nothing to me. She was still mine, regardless.

“Are you sure? I mean, I had forever in mind but if you want to change your mind, let me know.”

“That ain’t nearly long enough.” That was as truthful as I could get. The way I felt about this woman, it was going to take God himself to break our ties. Her soul was comforting mine. There was nothing that could make me go against our union.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right? There will never be a time of force with this,” she commented reassuring me the choice was always mine to make.

On our tenth year of marriage, she brought something to the table that slightly changed the dynamics of it.

I didn’t look at it as her wanting anyone else because we both were secure in our union.

However, I did take it as her adding spice to it.

A lot of couples fell into a routine resulting in a robotic marriage. I wanted anything but that with Naomi.

We didn’t have children so that factor wasn’t present as an obligation to stay.

She proposed the idea, and I was skeptical as fuck, but I believed her when she said it would always be me.

I believed her when she said my name was the last one she’d ever take.

We took the risk, and it changed nothing.

Believe it or not, I liked that she never followed society’s rules.

“Mrs. Malore, you’ll know when I’m over it. I never bit my tongue when it came to us, and I won’t start now.”

Nodding, she circled around, dropping to her knees as soon as she was in front of me.

I ate her pussy off the fuckin’ bone last night, so I knew this was coming.

Regardless of us being in the red zone, she could never truly stay away from me.

I did something to that body no other man could.

Everything about her was claimed as mine.

Her soft manicured hands wrapped around my shaft administering a slow stroke.

She eyed my shit with so much love and lust in her eyes it was hard to settle on one.

Opening her mouth wide, I was eased into it.

She learned what I liked and mastered that shit.

I really didn’t have a hunger for no one but her.

“We in the red, remember? You not playing fair,” I teased. She was so adamant last night about respecting it but was swallowing me effortlessly.

Gripping her wet hair, I guided her back and forth on my pole.

The combination of her jacking my shit and trying to suck the skin off that muthafucka was one a nigga loved to experience.

Her tonsils were boxed repeatedly as I fucked her face.

There were no complaints of any sort, just her muffled moans filling the room.

“Fuuuuck Ma,” I moaned. Her throat was beginning to feel a little too damn good.

Looking down, I watched my manhood disappear in her jaws every other second. I always preferred to stroke her pussy instead of her throat, but her mouth was damn sure second best. The way she hummed on my shit and let me do whatever the fuck I wanted always seemed to amaze me.

With my head falling back, I planted my hands on the marble wall in front of me.

She was in her zone and trying to pull that nut out of me.

Her head bobbed back and forth at a steady pace, pulling my semen to the tip of my manhood.

My balls were in her free hand being massaged, adding another pleasuring feeling to the mix.

I couldn’t help but grab her and beat her throat up.

I gained a lil’ roughness in my thrust while she tried her best to keep her balance.

She held onto my backside silently giving me permission to continue with my actions.

I watched tears fall from her eyes, but she never pulled back. Her gazed stayed locked in with mine.

“Swallow it,” I said seconds before my nut shot down her throat.

With her lips touching the base of my dick, the entire ten inches sat in her throat walls comfortably.

I throbbed in her shit and dared not to move.

She felt too fuckin’ good and knowing I couldn’t have her until we returned, I had to get all I could get.

I was nothing but greedy in this very moment.

“Fuck!” I shouted, finally removing myself from her jaws.

Naomi was on her feet seconds later with her ass on my dick.

I laughed at how she wanted me to take her down knowing what was to come later tonight.

Mind you, the red zone was all her. She put that shit in place to protect all parties involved but was the main one going against it wanting me to stroke that pretty ass pussy until she came on my wood.

I had no problem doing so, but I could promise you we weren’t catching no flight nowhere.

Gripping her hair, I pulled her up to me as gently as I could. I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me. “What we doing, Mama? We fuckin’ or what?”

“I need to feel you, baby. Please put it in,” she begged.

“If I slide in that gushy shit, I’m not pulling the fuck out. Don’t forget who the hell you belong to.”

“Babyyyy,” she softly moaned, reaching behind her.

With my dick in tow, she tried her best to place it at her opening.

I chuckled lowly, bent her over, and slid right in that muthafucka.

Neither one of us moved. I could feel her walls gripping my shaft instantly.

This was the first time since we started this anniversary rendezvous she couldn’t hold out.

“What you want my baby?” All she had to do was say the word, and I would give her as much of me as I could for the next twenty-four hours. “Speak up, Mrs. Malore.”

She eased off my manhood and stood up. When she turned around, she wrapped her arms around my neck, then jumped in mine. I held her up as she planted her lips against my flesh. Our tongues danced while my hunger for her grew. My restraint wouldn’t be here for much longer.

“I love you, and I can’t fuckin’ wait for this day to be over. Wash me off so we can skip town and finish this shit.” Tapping my shoulder, I placed her on her feet, and she grabbed the sponges.

“Yes ma’am,” I answered stepping back wearing a smirk on my face.

I knew the effect I had on my wife. She expressed it as well as showed it.

When it came to her, I never had to question where I stood.

Naomi was very blunt about things and spared no one’s feelings.

If I wasn’t satisfying her mentally, physically, emotionally, and soulfully, she wouldn’t be standing here, and my name would no longer be hers.

One day.

I was giving her up for one fuckin’ day.