Page 9 of If I Had More Time

“My expectations are the same. Six o’clock. Don’t make a fool out of me.”

“Never.” One last kiss was exchanged before the Dunkins were in front of us completely.

Alex and Tristan dapped each other up. “So, we meet again,” Tristan voiced.

“Once a year is getting boring, don’t you think?” Alex jested.

“Once a year is all you get.” My husband wasn’t going to let Alex believe he could have me any other time outside of our anniversary.

Simone and I quickly hugged while the fellas gave each other a once over. Tristan reached for Simone and brought her over to him right after. They never really held conversation and I lowkey liked it that way. They had absolutely nothing to talk about. We were all on the same page, so nothing needed to be discussed. This wasn’t our first rodeo with them, so everything was already understood.

“How are you, gorgeous?” Alex asked extending his hand in my direction.

“I’m good. You ready to go?” Placing my hand in his, I was gently pulled to him.

“You have no idea,” he replied. The trade was made, the zone was green, and the clock had begun. I was now his until six a.m.

“Take care of my wife, Alex,” Tristan advised him.

“You do the same,” he stated.

“Have fun, my love, and happy anniversary,” I added before my husband was out of my sight.

“Happy Anniversary, Ma.”

Tristan walked off with Simone at his side while Alex held me by his. We headed in opposite directions of the resort. Only a few steps were taken before I was gazing behind me for my lifeline. Our bond was so strong, we just so happened to look back at the same time. That sly smirk he always offered along with a wink was thrown my way. I returned the small gestures with a small smile of my own. We knew exactly who we belonged to.

Alex threw his arm over my shoulder and ushered us through the lobby. He smelled as good as he looked. I was comfortable in our couple choice.

My thoughts shifted and Tristan was pushed to the back of my mind for the rest of the day. This experience was for us to have fun and have fun only. My emotions had to detach from our marriage for damn near the next twenty-four hours or else I wouldn’t be able to follow through with it.

Alex gave an impression one couldn’t forget but he was still of no comparison to my husband. He was satisfying but without the emotional and mental tie, he was nothing more than a tool. He was on the same level as the rose I kept in my nightstand. He was truly of no value outside of a pussy pleaser.

“Tristan looks at me like he could rip my head off. He really is territorial,” he said trying to make light of Tristan’s small talk and dark glares.

“What do you expect from a man who values his wife? After all, you’re getting ready to fuck his wife for umpteen hours.”

“He’s doing the same to mine, and I still walk around with a smile on my face unbothered. We’re swingers, Naomi. Does he not understand that?”

“He does which is why your head is still attached to your shoulders. He’s off limits though so focus on what you’re here for and stay in your place. I’d hate to show you a different side of me,” I warned him.

I didn’t give a fuck how he felt about my husband. It wasn’t wise to express it to me. I loved the fuck out of mine and refused to let anyone take a dig at him. We were well aware of what our anniversary consisted of. However, he was still a man who loved his wife. Being territorial was just his nature.

Tristan

No sooner than the doors of the room closed, Simone was tugging at my waist. A low chuckle rumbled in my throat as I dropped our luggage to the floor. When it came to food, she had poor table manners. However, when it came to dick, her sloppy ways were appreciated.

Simone was a gorgeous woman, not equally beautiful as my wife, but one, nonetheless. Where my wife was coated in a skin of chocolate glaze, Simone was of a peanut butter blend. Her hair was in its natural state, so her curls were wild and free. The only thing she applied to her face was a pair of lashes and some lip gloss. It was all she needed if I was being honest.

Before my manhood was free, I commented on her urgency. “When you rush, you choke. Slow down, love.”

“I really don’t give a fuck about choking, Tristan. We both know I don’t have time to enjoy you the way I want to… and I missed you,” she replied.

The attention and affection she craved was hers for the time being. A mental note was taken on how clingy she’d become, though. It wasn’t overlooked for a second. The list was gradually getting longer on why the cut off was necessary.

Her small hand wrapped around the base of my shaft as her lips did the head. I was a sucker for head and when it was good, you temporarily got a weak man. I was down bad immediately.

With my back placed against the door for balance, my right arm stretched to the side of me while my left hand gently guided her back and forth. Simone was a woman who voiced how you made her feel. Her moans were undeniably pleasuring ones that hummed against my flesh. The way she was sucking on a nigga, I most definitely believed she missed me.

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