Chapter Three - Three's Company.

Teema

“Damn, lil’ mama, you got a fat ass. Can I get your number?”

Smiling, I tooted my ass even higher in the air, blossoming under the extra attention. Kane reacted exactly as I’d expected, giving me a strong squeeze on my left ass cheek.

“You might as well get my number. You already dropped three babies in me.” I yawned as I sat up in bed. “And the last one is bad as hell.”

Barely listening to me, he flipped the covers off my legs, his eyes now zeroed in on my naked thighs.

“And that’s why I need to put another one in you,” he said, biting down on his bottom lips while giving me the most charming puppy dog eyes. Sex was loaded into his gaze.

“Um, you tried it.” I protested, hand in the air. “The three kids we’ve already got are why I’m always tired as it is. And Junior is the reason that all my damn hair is turning grey. I’m not having another one.”

Jumping out of bed, I swerved out of Kane’s grasp just as he tried to sling me back down.

“Don’t run from me, girl!” he yelled as I ran away, giggling. I popped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wipe away all evidence of my midday nap.

“Nah, I got something to do anyways,” I told him as I spread toothpaste on my brush. “And the fact that you mentioned more babies gives me the strength to leave.”

I was being totally honest. Because, otherwise, there wasn’t a force on God’s green Earth able to keep me off my husband’s dick. Over all the years of being married, one thing that never changed was how much I loved fuckin’ my man.

As Janelle’s assistant, I was always around her married women at her events, and I couldn’t help but notice how often they mentioned missing sex. Married women. I couldn’t understand it. How could you be married to a man and not want to rip his clothes off every waking second? How could he not want to do the same to you? It was beyond my level of thinking because, hunni, I didn’t get married to be a nun.

The only problem Kane and I had was time. We were both busy, and sometimes, it got in the way. He had his dealings with our construction companies, and I was the assistant to a woman in line to either be the next Black Supreme Court Justice or even President. Our schedules were packed full. And that’s not even considering that once Kenya graduated high school and moved out of the house for college, we got empty nest syndrome and ended up having two more damn kids!

Now, listen, I love my babies more than life, and if ever I was granted a choice, I’d choose to have my kids every time. But damn. Nobody ever told me when I was having sex like I was in my twenties that raising kids at forty-four is not the same as doing it at twenty-four.

That said, having Kane by my side was still much better because being a single mother was no joke. Sometimes I couldn’t imagine how I’d been able to do it for so long with Kenya before Kane came back into the picture. Having the experience of raising my youngest two babies from beginning to end, along with a loving, compassionate, and thoughtful partner like Kane, was priceless.

“Where you headed anyways?” Kane asked. “I haven’t even been home for five minutes, and you already trying to run out.”

I frowned, staring at my own reflection in the mirror ahead of me. It wasn’t what he said, it was how he said it. Like he had an attitude, which wasn’t like Kane at all. Something was up.

My toothbrush still suspended in the air, I slid my head out the bathroom door to look at him. And the second I did, I knew what it was. He looked tired. He sat, hunched over his head, drooping low between shoulders as if absolutely spent.

No wonder, I smirked, thinking about how adamant he’d been earlier about having sex.

Let me tell you something. As much of a grown man as Kane was, he was still a little ass boy sometimes. But that was the side that only I got a chance to see. He wasn’t the type to constantly state his feelings, so I had to observe his body language to know what was happening. And from everything I was seeing, it was clear that he must’ve had a bad day and needed a little special time to help him feel better.

“Well,” I began, pivoting to another topic as I sped through brushing my teeth. “I was going to help Janelle prep for the dinner she’s having at their place, but I’m running a little earlier than I realized. So...”

Letting my words hang in the air, I stepped out of the bathroom, snatched off my tank top, and then slid off my black thong. I liked to sleep in as least amount of clothes as possible. It was my way of making sure that Kane always had easy access.

“I love your body, baby.”

I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was pure love and desire inside. Ducking his head, he sucked gently on my bottom lips as he palmed my ass, bringing me closer. I took a deep breath to inhale his scent, loving the rush of passion that caused my pussy to throb.

“Damn,” a voice said from behind his back. “Can I join the fun?”

Our lips separated, and we paused to smile at each other.

“You called her?”

Kane nodded his head. “I was hoping that we could get a quick something in while the twins are away.”

Leaning in, he sucked gently on my bottom lip and slipped his fingers between my thighs, giving me a quick preview of what was to come before we both turned toward the door.

In the opening stood Jade, our current flavor of the moment. Neither one of us knew how long the moment would last, but she’d been around for about a month so far, meaning that she’d lasted much longer than the rest. Usually, we didn’t keep women around for longer than a night. It was how we made sure to keep certain boundaries in place while we explored all the benefits of having a healthy sex life.

“Of course, you can,” Kane said, speaking to Jade. “That’s what you’re here for.”

Jade wasted no time walking over, and by the time she reached us, she was already naked.

Lifting his hand, he placed his palm on the back of her head and applied pressure, guiding her mouth towards his dick. Jade didn’t resist, and she nearly swallowed him whole when she opened her jaws.

I stood back for a moment and watched her pleasuring my husband, using skills I hadn’t mastered yet. At her best, Jade was able to make him cum in one minute flat using only her mouth.

Bobbing her head up and down, Jade sped up the pace as she twerked her ass high in the air to simultaneously give him a show. Kane’s head dropped back, and his mouth fell open as she sucked and smacked loudly, licking, and slurping him up like he was her last meal. The shit turned me on to the point that I couldn’t stop myself from reaching between my legs to stroke my own kitty.

Before I could get started, Kane beat me to it. Like the seasoned pro he was, he used his masterful fingers to tickle and rub my clit, his expertise easily bringing me right to the place of pleasure.

This was my happiness.

Women everywhere always warned about the dangers of bringing another woman into the marriage bed, but I didn’t want to have it any other way.

Things weren’t always like this. Kane and I had our share of rough patches, especially after the birth of the twins. It was like right after I had them, he went back to being distant and left me to raise them alone. Not only was I overwhelmed with the responsibility of being a mother of two infants, I practically raised my kids alone while he buried himself in work. Because of Outlaw’s grandiose nature and Godly ambitions, he was making unprecedented moves at the time to build up Black Bag Mafia into what it was now and Kane was right by his side.

Only the top players of the organization knew all the members, and it was rumored that some of the most powerful in the group were people in high political positions and other areas of mass influence and even some major Black celebrities. The BBM even had some control of the media, and that was the part Kane was over.

As the oldest brother, he was always concerned with their reputation and how the world saw them. He was the one who demanded that they all get degrees and have properties, even though they played heavily in the streets. Kane didn’t want them to be considered a stereotype regardless of what they chose to do with their lives, so he made sure they weren’t one.

It was only natural that he handled the media leg of the BBM. If anything came through the wire that painted the BBM in a bad light, Kane killed the story. He also flooded the air with positive stories about Black people and communities, highlighting things that major media had been missing or ignored. In ten years, the world’s climate for Black people changed completely. It was a heavy, extremely taxing job, and Kane put his all into it, meaning he only had very little left over for me. That was the roughest period of our lives, but we made it through. Now, life was bliss.

“Kane, you’re about to make me cum,” I moaned, trying to move away.

“Not yet,” he said.

Grabbing me by the wrist, he picked me up, and after motioning for Jade to shift out of the way, he slid me onto his dick. I sucked in a breath to make room adjusting for his length. Kane only gave me a moment to prepare myself before he started thrusting his hips back and forward as Jade began to pleasure herself on the floor behind me, giving Kane an eyeful as he did his best to completely dick me down.

“You know I love this shit, right?” Kane moaned against my neck as he shoved his dick inside me, filling me completely.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, relaxing around his girth as he pushed even more of it in. I adjusted my hips, doing my best to swallow up every bit of his 12-inch dick.

“Yes, I know you love it,” I breathed out, winding my hips in sequence with his thrusts.

Kane leaned into my ear, forcing words through his clenched teeth. “I love it so fuckin’ much. You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

His voice was raspy and guttural. So damn sexy that it turned me on even more, elevating my passion to another level. I didn’t even know what he was referring to—what he loved so fuckin’ much. It could have been what Jade was doing, or maybe he meant me. I didn’t know and didn’t care because I loved it, too.

Although I was a married woman, we made sure that being in a marriage was not the ‘ball and chains’ situation that so many other women and men made it out to be. We made our own rules and enjoyed living outside of the lines. I was free, happy, and lived on my terms. There was never a dull moment.

I loved my life, and I loved my man. There was nothing in the world anyone could say or do to change that.