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L aila “Lai”

Dom’s perspective made me take a hard look at myself.

Was I a selfish person? Had I treated Sur selfishly all this time?

I felt terrible. All I wanted was to live in my truth, but the first taste of consistent pussy I got, something in me unlocked.

Pussy became a flavor I craved all the time now—Dom’s preferably.

How did I now navigate my marriage? What about our poly relationship?

Something had to give. It was Tuesday, and I was on my lunch break.

I decided it was time for Sur and me to talk.

We’d been cordial but not affectionate in any way.

Days had passed since we’d actually talked, though.

That wasn’t us at all. Sur spent his free time either with Dom or alone in the living room.

I was over that nonsense. I missed my husband and companion.

After I grabbed our food, I drove to Saint Rush Sinai Hospital where Sur worked.

I found the closest parking spot to the entrance.

I felt hopeful. There were quite a few solutions I bounced around in my head as I headed to his office.

I was almost sure he’d be open to them. Sur was a reasonable man. He never held grudges. We always talked and worked out our issues. This time shouldn’t be any different. I waved at his assistant then knocked on the door to his office.

“Come in,” Sur commanded in his deep voice.

I opened the door then stepped inside. Sur’s glasses were on, and he was focused intently on his computer screen until he looked up and noticed it was me.

He smirked and removed his glasses. “Well, this is a surprise.”

“If you’re busy, I can come back.”

“Nonsense. Take a seat, and make yourself comfortable,” Sur directed.

“Okay.” I strolled over to the chair across from him. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s going pretty good. How about your day?”

“So, so,” I replied.

I removed a tray of food from the bag then handed it to him.

He accepted it happily. I removed mine then took a seat.

Sur led us in a quick grace. We dove into our food.

Sur had a nice ’90s R&B playlist going. It took me back to the days when I was just a girl flirting with the idea of liking girls.

When I turned ten, I had my first kiss with a girl.

Xscape’s “Who Can I Run To” played from a nearby car.

It was one of my fondest memories to this day.

Sur and I sat in a comfortable silence until we were done with our food and drinks. I sat back against the chair and looked at him.

“I came here to reconcile with you. I don’t like that we’re in this funk. We would’ve worked it out by now,” I stated, peering at him.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, we would’ve worked it out by now. Unfortunately, circumstances are different. This situation is difficult. You’re a full lesbian now, and I want a wife.”

I exhaled. “I’m sorry that things played out this way. I really am, but I feel that you wanting to be married to Dom instead of me is wild.”

Sur scoffed and shook his head. “Lai, do you hear yourself right now? This entire marriage has been built on your wants and needs. Everything I do is for you. It always been about you. Now, when I sit back and reflect, my needs and wants ain’t been met in years.

I’ve spent years going into overdrive to make you happy, and to be honest, you’re not totally to blame.

It’s my fault for not being vocal enough. ”

“I get it, Sur. I promise I do. Why can’t we stay married and continue how we’ve been?” I quizzed, resting my elbows on my knees.

“I’m unfulfilled in this marriage. I’ve done just about everything I can to make you happy. Now, it’s time to make myself happy. I have a kid coming into this world. I’d prefer for him or her not to come into this world out of wedlock.”

“When did you decide that?”

“The moment I realized you genuinely didn’t want me anymore. That’s if you ever did. Tell me something. Have I been a cover for you all this time?”

I remained silent and diverted my eyes to the floor.

“Wow. More secrets on top of fucking secrets. I’m so tired of this shit, Lai.

I’m tired of trying to make you happy. It’s an exhausting job.

With Dom, life is as easy as breathing. She wants to see me happy.

She enjoys my cooking and listening to me.

Dom looks forward to me coming home from work or wherever.

My touch makes her happy, feel safe, and wet.

I ask her for nothing, yet she wants to give me any and everything she can. I’ve never experienced that with you.”

I shook my head. “I’ve always loved you and supported you. Don’t do that.”

“Did you do those things for me because you wanted to or because that’s what you had to do?”

I fell silent yet again. I folded my hands in my lap. Sur smacked my ass with the truth left and right. For the most important questions he asked, I was silent. I had no lies to tell. It was as if he forced me to face the truth finally.

“Exactly. Silence again. Face it. It was never me that you truly wanted. My softer side appealed to you. I was kind, supportive, and I made a great companion for you. You now know what you want, so I no longer have to be your cover. It’s high time I choose my happiness.

I want to wake up every day to the woman that loves me for me.

I plan to raise my child up in this crazy world with or without you.

You deserve to find the woman that desires to spend the rest of their life with you just like Dom and I want to.

“Believe me when I tell you, I never planned for any of this to happen. I didn’t go searching for Dom.

You brought her into my life. I never planned to love her or fall in love with her.

You gave us the invisible push when you admitted to being a full lesbian and not wanting to be involved with me sexually.

Just like you deserve to live in your truth and be happy, so do I.

I love you, baby, I always have, and I always will.

Now, I’m not against us all still carrying on our poly affair, but if I’m being honest, that’s not what you want anymore.

You’re ready for one woman or multiple women.

I could be wrong about that as well, but what I desire is a real chance at happiness. It’s as simple as that.”

Sur looked at me. I peered back at him. None of the solutions I created in my head led to this moment. None of them. What were we going to do?

My lubricated two fingers moved in and out of Dom’s ass while we kissed sloppily.

Dom stroked me deeply with her strap on, making me squirt back to back.

God, I wanted her to myself. She was everything I craved in a woman.

My only regret was introducing her to Sur.

I had no idea they’d fall so deeply in love.

Our affair was supposed to be temporary, but both Sur and I fell madly in love with Dom.

She loved us back. I could feel it all over me, but I knew Dom loved Sur more.

There was nothing I could do about it. I wanted her and not him.

“Fuck, Lai. That feels so good. Keep playin’ with my ass just like that.”

“Just like that?” I queried.

“Yes!” she screamed.

I went deeper in her anus until I stopped at my first knuckle. Dom loved that freaky shit just like me. We deserved to be together.

“Stay with me. I could make you so happy, baby. If you chose a life with me, there would never be a day where you had to doubt my love,” I voiced in between our sloppy kisses.

Dom stopped kissing me. Her strokes didn’t stop though. She gazed into my eyes with a small smile on her face.

“Had it just been you when we met, I’d choose you in a heartbeat.

You introduced me to an incredible man with a beautiful heart, and I can’t let him go for anyone, beautiful, not even you.

For Sur, I’d give up everything. I love you, but if I’m forced to choose, it’s him.

Don’t make me choose, Lai. Stay here with us, and we’ll find a way to stay together. Please stay with me,” Dom expressed.

She lowered her head and slobbered over my titties.

Tears ran down my face as I fucked her back.

Why did she have to choose him? The pleasure was so overwhelming that we both came together.

Our juices mixed together. Our bodies shook.

I gripped her fat, round cheeks. I loved the plushness of her ass.

I was going to miss the feel of her body.

After my conversation with Sur a few days ago, I realized it was best that I removed myself from our relationship and let them live in peace.

From Dom’s admission, she solidified my decision.

Dom gripped my chin.

“Stay with us. If you no longer want to have sex with Sur, then that’s fine.

You and I can still have sex. We can continue our everyday routine like we’ve been doing.

That’s what Sur wants as well. He just wants our roles to be reversed.

That’s not something we need to make a hasty decision about.

Just promise me you’ll think about it. Promise me,” Dom commanded, slowly fucking me again.

I bit into my bottom lip. My head fell back against the pillows. Her strap on felt so good. Dom kissed my nipples and up my chest until she stopped at my ear.

“Promise me,” she whispered in my ear.

“I-I promise,” I replied, fucking her back.

Dom made me cum several times before I received an urgent call from the precinct I worked at. I showered then left. Sur had arrived right after me from the farmer’s market, so I felt comfortable leaving Dom.

“What do you have?” I asked Detective McGee.

He handled Dom’s case. I walked into the dirty apartment that was filled with first responders and forensic officers. The scent of death could be smelled down the hall before I entered the apartment. He exhaled and wiped his tired face with the sleeve of his gray suit.

“Meet your victim, Briya Davis,” he responded.

I froze in place. My eyes wandered over the young, dark-skinned woman.

Briya’s body had started the decomposition process.

Her flesh had created a dark brown puddle of blood, body fluids, and tissue around her.

She’d been dead for a while now. This was such an unfortunate and sad situation. I looked up at Detective McGee.

“Do you all know how she died?”

“Yeah.”

He opened his notepad and flipped through the pages until he stopped.

“Here we go. The coroner said she died from blunt force trauma to the back of her head then she was stabbed to death. So far, they’ve counted twenty stab wounds.

Since she’s on her side, the coroner was able to see the back of her head and most of the stab wounds.

This here was her last known location. The trace on her phone led here.

The landlord let us in, but he doesn’t know who lived here because this apartment was vacant.

I have a few officers going door to door to see if any of the neighbors saw or heard anything.

I’ll let you know if we uncover anything else,” McGee affirmed.

“Sounds good. Thanks again, detective.”

I walked out of that smelly and death-filled apartment and back to my truck. How in the hell was I going to break the news to Dom? Fuck!