Page 9 of They Call Me Dom

“Always like that,” she replied.

Her eyes focused solely on me. My heartbeat picked up. It was the same reaction I had since a teen boy. I was hooked on my wife. She knew just how to squeeze her pussy muscles to make me weak. A look from her made me hornier and fall deeper in love. I couldn’t leave her. I loved Lai too much. Now, if she cheated again, that was different, but I’d question that decision repeatedly. That was why I had to see this poly shit through because it made her happy.

My mouth latched onto her titty as I stroked her faster and deeper until we both came. After we caught our breath and showered together thoroughly, we walked into the bedroom laughing and smiling. I paused. My smile slowly disappeared, and I shook my head as my tan jogger set and fresh white forces lay on the bed. I looked at Lai, and she wore a silly grin.

“This what you want me to wear today?”

She walked over to me and hugged me around the waist. “That color brings out your eyes.”

I released a deep sigh and removed her hands from me. She wore a puzzled look as I walked away and plopped down on the bed with my moisturizer.

“Whatever you want, Lai.”

She walked over and lowered in front of me. “I’m sorry. I overstepped and got too excited. You can wear whatever you want to the farmer’s market. Don’t be mad at me, love.”

“I’m not mad, Lai. Just uncomfortable and unsure. This is a lot for me. It’s out of my comfort zone. I have to court a woman for my own wife. Just give me some time to process this and handle it the best way I can. I ain’t did that shit since I met you. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but you are the only woman I know how to make happy. This is new for me.”

Lai nodded and stood. “I get it, and I’m sorry, baby. Do whatever makes you happy and comfortable, and I mean that.”

She kissed my lips gingerly before she walked into her walk-in closet and closed the door behind her. I exhaled. Now, I felt like shit. I couldn’t win for fucking losing.

After I collectedall the produce and dairy items we needed and wanted, I walked over to the bread stand and purchased afew fresh loaves. Both Lai and I were bread fanatics. We ate it with everything. Those three loaves would be gone in like two weeks, and we had no shame. I moved through the market, waving at a few vendors, but I had one mission on my mind. The sweets side of the market was toward the end of the area. It was closer to the parking lot. I’d walked that way plenty of times and never noticed the vendors on this side because I wasn’t much of a sweet’s person like Lai. Sweets were her thing. She’d been that way since were teens. I walked through the sweet’s aisle with my recycled tote bags as I scanned the vendor’s signs, looking for Pretty Sweets by Dom.

Now that I’d actually observed these vendors, they had some delicious looking cakes, pies, candy, and more. They made my mouth water for some sugar. I looked around to see which vendor I’d grab a small treat from when my eyes landed on Pretty Sweets by Dom. She was currently assisting a customer, but I had a full view of her.Oh, my word. Now, I understood why Lai was so fascinated with her. She was fucking stunning. In my heart, no woman was more beautiful than my Lai, but Dom slightly made me eat those words. Her skin was the color of overcooked caramel sauce. Plus, she was thick like a bowl of biscuits. My eyes traveled over her body while she stood and bagged her customer’s treats. Damn! Dom had thighs and ass for days. Her assets and curves filled out the black tights she wore. Trapped between Dom’s thighs was a place no man or woman would ever complain about.

I took a deep breath and walked toward her with the intention to just feel her out. However, each step I took toward her was fueled by lust and what ifs. Damn Lai for always being right. Dom had just wrapped it up with her customer when her eyes landed on me. I tried to avoid looking into her eyes right away, so I eyed the sweets on her table. Most of them were dipped in some form of chocolate or candy with fun décor on thefront. There were different cakes in cups with lids and so much more. It was a lot to take in and admire. She really was gifted. I never knew sweets could be so pretty.

“You see something you like, handsome?” Dom probed.

My eyes connected with hers, and I swallowed. Dom had the prettiest light brown eyes I’d ever seen, a dark brown pixie cut that accentuated her round face, and heart-shaped lips. The gold jewelry in her ears, around her neck and wrists, and on her fingers gave ’90s chic and sexy. My dick tried to come to life at the sight of her, but I couldn’t let that happen. That was a creepy ass move being that I was in the open with adults and kids.

“Yeah. I believe you can help me. My wife, Laila, wanted me to pick up some snacks from your table,” I answered.

Her eyes widened and a grin covered her face. “Yes! She told me you’d be stopping by. It’s nice to put a face to a name, Surtain. I’m Domaneek, but you can call me Dom.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Dom. You can call me Sur.”

She held out her hand, and I gently grabbed on to it. There was small shock that took place when our hands joined. I looked at her, and she gazed back at me.

“I felt it just like you, but I won’t harbor on it. Laila wasn’t lying when she said you were quite the looker. You are fine as hell, Surtain.”

I gushed at her compliment. “Thank you, Dom. I find your openness refreshing.”

“There’s a lot more I’d like to open for you, but I digress. What kind of treats are you interested in?”

I laughed and shook my head. Dom was flirty, sweet, and sexy as hell. Here I was nervous to approach her and talk to her, and she had done all the heavy lifting. I had to at least meet her halfway. Once I released the deep breath I’d been holding, I felt a little lighter. I pointed out the sweets that I knew Lai would like.

“That’s it? What about yourself?”

“I’m not much of sweets person.”

“That wasn’t a full no, so you must like some kind of sweets,” Dom countered with a flirty smirk.

“If I had to choose, I’d say cheesecake.”

Dom beamed. “Say less. I got you covered. This whole side is cheesecake. What flavor do you like, or are you an original flavor type of guy?”

I chuckled. “I’m usually an original flavor type guy, but when I mix it up, I like raspberry.”

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