“Well, would you at least consider it?” he said, rubbing his toffee bald head in exasperation. He grumbled as he rose from the kitchen table and poured himself another cup of coffee with a shot of whiskey. This was clearly a show of distress, or what Eva called “pouting,” for she had turned down yet another request to fulfill his favorite Sexual fantasy. He knew she hated when he drank early in the morning, and yet here he was drinking Irish coffee at 7am in the morning right before she headed to check-in at the hospice facility. He worked third shift as a security guard – from 10pm to 5am – but usually did not rest until she left for work. Every morning he teased her body in hopes of making love to her by smacking her well-rounded, thick ass or fondling her gargantuan titties. Every now and then, she gave in, especially when he infrequently decided to walk up – as she cooked or washed dishes—and gently caress her pussy from behind. Sometimes, he’d squeeze and play with the folds through her panties, and that’s what got her moist as fuck, though sometimes she’d still ignore him and make him wait until he damn near exploded with passion.
During the day she visited the homes of the elderly to feed them, medicate them, wash them, change their diapers and bed pans, and whatever other special requests their caregivers had for her, and there were often many. Because she worked as a hospice nurse, her clients were often on the edge of consciousness, somewhere between earthly existence and the afterworld. Every wrinkled, melancholy pair of eyes she stared into – if only for a moment – had death or disease staring back at her. Of course, this didn’t make for much of a sexual appetite, but that didn’t change the fact that her lover’s libido was twice hers.
Not only did he want to Fuck her every chance he got, but he wanted her to be his secret rendezvous to fantasyland, his experimentation. He loved and craved every inch of her caramel plus size body – Eva was a full-figured size 16 – so he wanted to try every sexual act under the sun with her. First it was, “let’s get a strip pole in the bedroom,” and then it was “why caint I fuck you in the bootyhole?” After begging her to try BDSM – bondage, submission, sadism, and masochism – she reluctantly agreed to being handcuffed and blindfolded while he masturbated and heavily smacked her jiggly mound until he busted the first nut then ruthlessly fucked her into submission. When her legs starting shaking uncontrollably and when she arched her back higher than ever from the intensity of the orgasm, she decided BDSM wasn’t so bad, provided he didn’t go too far like those freaks who got off seein bruises n blood n shit.
She thought that would satisfy his curiosity for awhile but realized she was mistaken when he dropped the bomb about what he wanted for his birthday in three weeks. “Can I get two pair for one?” Eva sighed and added cheddar cheese to the scrambled eggs, “Two pair of what, John?” she glanced at him from the corner of her eye and arched one of her eyebrows, impatiently anticipating something nasty as hell.
“I want two pair of titties for my birthday,” he replied with a wide grin while reaching to squeeze her exposed breasts with both hands, one for each titty. She was still in her robe, and he had just lovingly tackled her coming out of the shower then bent her over the sink to slide his dick in and out of her soaking wet pussy as he yanked off her head wrap and tugged at her moist curly strands with each stroke. From the time she finished cooking breakfast until midway through the meal, he tried his hand at persuading her to engage in a threesome.
“If you want, we can only do it once….come on, baby, please just for my birthday this one time…we can get the other woman tested, and I’ll use a condom…I won’t even eat her cat. Just yours, I promise…”
She pursed her lips and snappily asked, “And just WHO did you have in mind to bring into OUR bed? WHO in the hell is so much better than me that you gotta try her pussy ‘just this one time’ so you can live out some nasty ass dream you probably had while you were still on top of me…?”
“Oh, come on, woman…”
“Don’t go slick talkin me, John.”
“I’m not…listen…it’s not like that,” he said with a tinge of irritation.
“Then what is it like, then?” Eva swiveled her neck to face him and glared harshly.
“It’s like…sumthin I always wanted to do, ya know. It’s not about you, baby. I promise you all the woman I could ever want or need. But we only live once, ya know. I just figured maybe we could try sumthin new and crazy together. I never trusted any woman like I do you, so that’s why you the first one I ever asked to do this.”
“John, don’t give me a load of sh-…”
“I’m not. I’m not. Eva, baby, please just this once, and I won’t ask you for anything else for the rest of the year. After this we can do whatever you want, baby, I promise.”
The notion of him beckoning to pleasure her sexual cravings for a change was enticing. She thought about exchanging his threesome for a week or two of oral sex because having her pussy devoured was Eva’s weakness. She even considered non-sexual duties such as that bookshelf he was supposed to build months ago or remodeling the guest bathroom or that weekend getaway they had been talking about for a year now.
She deeply inhaled then asked whilst exhaling, “Sooooooo who did you have in mind…?”
As John had neglected to include such a significant piece of information, Eva just knew it was going to be one of her best friends or a complete, total stranger. To her surprise, it was her former coworker, Jade, who had become her weekend buddy over the years after she quit her job at the county hospital. They went to bars and restaurants together and visited each other’s homes but she was still not what Jade considered to be a best friend per se.
If this threesome situation became a nuisance in any way, she knew cutting her off would be fairly easy because she lived across town and they no longer worked together. She could block her number at the push of a button if she needed to. Not to mention, Jade was a fine ass chocolate woman with regal black locs that flowed down her back. At any given time, she had multiple men crushing or pursuing her, and some women, too. She had creamy brown, flawless skin and the figure of a video model, slim but milkshake thick in all the right places and perfectly toned everywhere. Her breasts, though smaller, were perky and firm. Her backside was perfectly portioned to her body, wide and jiggly to match her hips and thighs. Eva knew this because she had already seen Jade naked once when she drunkenly stripped down to nothing in her living room because it was “too damn hot,” she said while carelessly prancing to the radio. Luckily John was at work, so he wasn’t there for the debauchery that persisted when Eve kindly asked Jade to clothe herself. “Whyyyy, girl?! We both got the same shit. I don’t know why you trippin out like you don’t want alllllll of this booty bouncin in fronta you. You know I look gooooood….C’mon dance wit me!”
“No, I’m not, Jade. Put your gotdamn clothes on!”
“I-will-fucking-not. Not until you dance with me. Weeeeee!!!!” she spun around the room in laughter, her wavy locs swinging to and fro.
“Damn it, Jade!” Eva laughed in spite of herself.
“Eva! Stop bein a prude. We all born naked!” she giggled and handed her the last little bottle of merlot. They also had a large bottle of red moscato to pop open.
“Oh, fuck it…” Eva guzzled it down, then removed all her clothes, too.
They danced and drank for over an hour, bumping hips and shaking titties to the beat. They even smacked each other’s asses a few times, fascinated with the jiggle.
Eva could see why John desired her friend. She wasn’t the woman-loving type, at least not intimately, but her arousal surprised her that night when Jade jokingly rubbed her nipples on her back and giggled before replacing her blouse. Both wasted off wine and overwhelmed with emotion, they tongue-kissed a few seconds long before passing out on the living room carpet. “I love yoooouuuu girrrrlll,” they slurred while crying and holding each other. Early that following morning, Jade casually got dressed and left, Eva brushed it off, and they never spoke of that night again. Their friendship seemed to be unaffected, as they continued to discuss everything from workplace drama to sexual exploits, without ever mentioning what happened that night. Now she wondered how Jade would react to her sexual bid at John’s request…
(To Be Continued)
