We all lounged in the living room, heads heavy.
“Baby, I don’t know about you, but I’m about to head to bed,” I said as I kissed Tim lazily, leaving him in the living room and going to find some relief from the room spinning.
“Aight, ma.” He said as he tapped my butt as I walked past him.
I had the reputation of being the auntie of the bunch. I don’t care whose birthday it was; they would just have to celebrate me without me. I dived across the bed, I didn’t even have the energy to get in it straight. My head felt like it was falling through the mattress, but once it stopped, I was knocked out.
***
“Are you sure this is what you want for your birthday, Breeze?” Tim asked me as he stood at the door, arms crossed, waiting for my response. I was hesitant in my answer, but, on the same token, this is what our newest therapist, Melanie, told us to do.Speak candidly about what we wanted, even if it was tough or uncomfortable.
I nodded. Heat burning my cheeks like never before.
He exhaled and then walked toward me.
“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, then I want you to tell me. Aight?” He asked as he held my chin. I nodded again.
He walked out of the door, leaving it slightly ajar, as I sat on the bedroom bench and fiddled with my fingers. I could hear the front door of the cabin opening and closing, and footsteps getting closer. The beat of my heart sped up as they both entered the room, and the door closed again.
When Quentin came into the room, it was as if time stood still. I hadn’t seen him or spoken to him since the night of the club. I had promised myself that I would prioritize my husband and my marriage, and I was determined to do exactly that.
Q looked just as good as the last time I had seen him, if not better. He looked younger, more relaxed, and even a little more buff, like he had been dedicating all his free time to the gym. I crossed my legs and looked at the floor as he slowly walked across the room, and the scent of his cologne got more potent.
I would be lying if I said that this wasn’t a fantasy that I’ve had repeatedly. To have two sets of hands on my body at once with one shared goal. But now that it was happening, I almost wanted to call it off. Not because I no longer wanted it, but because I was unsure if Tim would be able to watch it in action. I don’t know if he could handle the visual of seeing me being fucked by someone else. Especially with that someone being Quentin, and knowing how polar opposite they were in the bedroom.
I don’t know why it took me so long to come to that realization, but I didn’t believe he could handle it long-term. Like it’d be something that he’d always think about or probably resent.
“What’s up, B?” Q spoke as he stood and stared down at me. When I looked up, our eyes locked.
“Hey…” I said in a low, barely audible voice.
Tim came over to where I was sitting and pulled me onto his lap. He tilted my chin toward him.
“You, okay?” He asked in between kisses.
“Yeah,” I panted as I kissed him back. Our mouths intertwined as we kissed passionately. He removed my shirt and let it fall to the floor. My breasts were exposed for his enjoyment as he licked and sucked them before carrying me over to the bed.
At first, Quentin didn’t move; he just stood there. Probably doing the therapist analysis thing, judging and comparing my body’s response, like he had that damn notepad in his hands. But then he finally came over to me while I was bent over the bed and leaned over the other side to kiss me.
Eventually, he climbed into the center of the bed in front of me, and I took his dick into my mouth. He moaned and commanded me to keep eye contact with him. So that’s exactly what I did.
He slid his dick in and out of me like it was my pussy. At the same time, Tim was behind me fucking me as if I belonged to him. Because I did, and despite who had an invitation to this room, that was exactly what he wanted me to know.
Had I not had a full mouth, I probably would have woken up the entire cabin.
“Damn suck that shit, B,” Quentin groaned as he looked down at me.
Tim pulled out and ate me while my arms shook as I tried to hold myself up. I don’t know if the heightened arousal had anything to do with what they were doing, or if I was just turned on by the entire experience. But I was wet beyond belief.
The door opened, and everyone froze as they turned to see who had entered the room. It was Shareese who stood at the door, looking the most confused. Right before Tim went to let Quentin in the house, I sent her a text message. There was no context; it just read “If you’re up, come to my room. The door is open.” I’m sure this is not the sight that she had walked in expecting to see.
She turned and locked the door behind her and took cautious steps deeper into the room. Her wide eyes met each of ours, seemingly waiting for an explanation.
I stepped off the bed, and I walked toward her. My heart raced as I leaned down to her, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Unlike the kisses with Tim and Quentin, this one was soft. It wasn’t us fighting for dominance; there was no neck grabbing, no hunger… just sensual and delicate. Even the way her hands roamed my body as we kissed was different. Like she was tracing a pattern, it was a light touch, and I was shocked that it turned me on as much as it did.
Shareese pulled me over to the bench and dropped to her knees in front of me. For a second, I had forgotten that we were in the room with anyone else.
“Shit,” I cupped the back of her head, running my fingers through the hair that she had recently been growing back.
