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L aila “Lai”

I had never rushed home so fast in my life.

It was Friday night, and I’d looked forward to this day more than any other day in a long time.

Sur was finally on board with our arrangement.

I was beyond ecstatic. Now that him and Dom were locked in, I scheduled a dinner tonight at our house.

This night was carved out for all three of us to air out any questions, concerns, or goals for our affair.

Tonight was also for all three of us to set some rules.

My only rule was that Dom had sex with us only because I didn’t want any STDs, and I knew Sur didn’t want any either.

Safe sex was a must as well, unless Sur felt differently about it.

I kind of assumed he probably wanted to use condoms, but who knew?

Dom had awakened something in him that I hadn’t witnessed since the beginning of our relationship and marriage.

Sur seemed happier, freer, and that made me smile.

He’d forgotten that spontaneous side of him ever since my affair with Mariya, and I prayed for a solution.

Dom was my physical gift to Sur for the pain I caused him, or at least that was what I told myself.

I wanted Dom to fulfill Sur’s needs like Mariya had done for me.

It helped to deal with the guilt of being an adulterer.

However, from their phone calls and farmer’s market dates, there was more going on.

For some odd reason, it didn’t bother me.

I guess it was because she and I spent the same amount of time together.

We video chatted and texted. Plus, I visited her job every other night.

Dom had grown on me so much that I craved to be around her as much as I possibly could.

I contained myself as long as I could around her, and it was time for me to taste her.

That was why I hoped like hell that after dinner we were all able to have sex because I was long overdue for some of her good stuff.

If Sur wasn’t down, then I wouldn’t rush him, but I planned to be trapped by Dom’s thick thighs.

That night at the bar, I’d gotten a brief glimpse of how wet she could get, but I knew I could make her wetter.

I stepped out of my shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

A gleeful feeling filled my body as I swiped my moisturizer from the vanity in our room.

I plopped down on our bed and moisturized my body.

Just the thought of the three of us tangled in our sheets created chills along my skin and made my heartbeat pick up.

My excitement did cartwheels in my stomach.

That was how ecstatic I was to have Dom in our house for the night.

I wanted everything to be perfect for her.

Once I finished moisturizing, I slipped into my clothes for the evening.

I wanted to look as sexy as I could for both Sur and Dom.

I fluffed out my curly fro then sprayed a little oil in it.

Next, I finger coiled the curls that needed a little sprucing.

Lastly, I added a little makeup and gloss to my lips then sprayed on my date night perfume.

Tonight was our first date together, so it made sense to use one of my favorite scents.

Afterward, I waltzed over to my full-length mirror.

My eyes wandered over my black spaghetti-strapped dress that hugged my curves and stopped right above my ankles.

I paired my dress with black strappy heels, and I loved the way my wolf-cut fro framed my face.

Yeah, this was it. I looked damn good. I turned away from the mirror, grabbed my phone, then exited our room.

As I descended the stairs, the sound of our garage door raising made my heart race.

Sur was home from his shift at the hospital.

He was a little later than I expected, but he was here, nonetheless.

I entered the kitchen and walked over to the stove.

The first lid I opened was the buttermilk mashed potatoes.

My mouth watered as I looked over the creamy pile of goodness.

Next, I lifted the lid of my sautéed spicy cabbage.

Ever since I stumbled across that recipe, I’d eaten it every chance I got.

Tonight was the first time Dom would have my version of the cooked vegetable, and I hoped she liked it.

I moved over to my slow cooker as Sur shuffled into the kitchen.

“Mmm. Something smells delicious,” he asserted.

I turned and smiled at him. In his hands were two bouquets of roses and dessert for tonight.

There was no need to buy wine when we had a whole wine cellar in our basement.

Sur and I both worked in demanding service fields, so we always needed to have wine on deck.

My eyes wandered over him in his scrubs, and after all these years, he was still the finest man I’d ever met.

“It could be me or the food. Take your pick,” I teased him.

“I hope it’s you and the food.”

He set his items down on the island then floated toward me. Sur held me tightly and buried his nose in the crook of my neck.

“You’re wearing my favorite fragrance and you look so beautiful tonight, Lai.”

Sur placed the sweetest kiss on my neck before we parted and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you for always being the perfect husband, friend, and gentleman, Sur. I know that I’m blessed to have you.”

“We’re blessed to have each other, love.”

“You’re right.” I pecked his lips, trying not to smudge my lipstick. “Now, hurry and get dressed because Dom will be here any minute.”

I shooed him to the shower, and he swaggered away, laughing at me and my anxiety.

While Sur handled his hygiene, I directed our automated service system, Missy, to play a dinner playlist. There was nice R&B playlist going while I set the table in our spacious dining room.

I’d just lit the last candle and stepped back to admire my work when Missy read my text out loud.

Dom said she was outside and parked in the driveway.

I almost tripped over my heels speed walking to the front door to get to her.

“Breathe, Laila. Relax. Dom likes you for you,” I coached myself. I released a deep breath then opened the door.

Dom stood there with a big grin that mirrored mine.

“Hey, my love!” she greeted me.

“Hello, beautiful. Come on in and get out of this chilly weather.”

Dom stepped inside, and her mouth hung open. She looked around our home in awe as she slipped out of her coat. Dom’s eyes darted all over until they landed on me.

“Your home is incredible!” she exclaimed in an awestruck tone.

“Thank you.” I pulled her to my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Our home is cool but not as beautiful as you are. You look amazing tonight.”

Her pixie cut was freshly lined and styled. She was dressed in a flowy red dress that stopped above her heels. The top half of her dress was molded to her upper body, but her thin spaghetti straps held her hefty breasts to the sky.

That wasn’t even the kicker. The icing on the cake were the two high slits on each side of her dress that came all the way up to the creases of her pussy.

With every move she made, I caught a glimpse of the shape of her pussy.

God, please let me get lucky tonight. Dom wore gold eight-inch heels with a strap that laced around her ankles.

Her gold jewelry matched her heels, and her many intricate and colorful tattoos were on display.

Dom was the first woman I’d met that pulled off ’90s chic flawlessly.

My girl was colder than a cough drop while wearing a face mask.

The glitter from her body oil sparkled under the light, and baby looked like a brown-skinned vixen ready to take me and my husband for everything we had and more.

Dom grinned at me. “You know what? I’ll take that compliment too. I appreciate it, pretty.”

“You better. Come join me in the dining room. We can have wine and hors d’oeuvres until Sur is dressed.”

“Sounds good to me. Lead the way,” Dom encouraged.

“Right this way.”

I draped her light jacket over the back of the couch then guided her into the dining room by her hand.

“Mmm. Something smells delicious,” Dom said as her eyes wandered around the room and table. “This setup is beautiful. You did a great job.”

I poured our wine, but I didn’t look up at her.

“It’s all for you. Tonight is all about you.”

Dom gave a girlish giggle, walking over to me before taking the glass of wine I handed her.

I took my seat and patted my lap. She happily took her seat.

Dom was way thicker than me, but I was much stronger than I looked.

I worked out at work because it was one of my favorite ways to release stress.

Dom sipped her wine before she turned and straddled my lap.

“Thank you so much for making tonight special. Although I see myself as just a girl, I appreciate you and Sur for seeing me as so much more. Also, you look so pretty tonight,” Dom expressed.

I sipped my wine then swallowed.

“That’s because you are special and worth more than you know. We’re really lucky to have met you, but question, are you wearing panties under your dress?” I probed with my brow raised.

Dom smirked after she swallowed her wine. “You have to find out yourself.”

“Say less.”

I slid my hand down her body and between us until I palmed her fat cat. Dom’s pussy lips were swollen, and her juices covered my fingers. I looked up at her.

“Damn. Why you so wet?”

I couldn’t help but to slip two fingers inside her wet and tight tunnel.

“Fuck,” I groaned in a whisper, but Dom still heard me.

She slowly rode my fingers while she held her wine glass, and not a drop spilled over.