Page 19 of They Call Me Dom

Dom gave a girlish giggle, walking over to me before taking the glass of wine I handed her. I took my seat and patted my lap. She happily took her seat. Dom was way thicker than me, but I was much stronger than I looked. I worked out at work because it was one of my favorite ways to release stress. Dom sipped her wine before she turned and straddled my lap. “Thank you so much for making tonight special. Although I see myself as just a girl, I appreciate you and Sur for seeing me as so much more. Also, you look so pretty tonight,” Dom expressed.

I sipped my wine then swallowed.

“That’s because you are special and worth more than you know. We’re really lucky to have met you, but question, are you wearing panties under your dress?” I probed with my brow raised.

Dom smirked after she swallowed her wine. “You have to find out yourself.”

“Say less.”

I slid my hand down her body and between us until I palmed her fat cat. Dom’s pussy lips were swollen, and her juices covered my fingers. I looked up at her.

“Damn. Why you so wet?”

I couldn’t help but to slip two fingers inside her wet and tight tunnel.

“Fuck,” I groaned in a whisper, but Dom still heard me.

She slowly rode my fingers while she held her wine glass, and not a drop spilled over.

In my eyes she was a goddess, a vixen sent to turn my world upside down and slowly, but surely, she would do just that. This act was seriously child’s play, yet she had me wetter than a baby wipe. The way she rolled her waist caused so much moisture in my own thong that it could’ve been rung out. Dom had me so gone. One day, I’d return to myself, but right now, I wanted to ride out the wave as long as I could. She leaned forward and our mouths crashed as one. Our tongues rolled around each other playfully as we enjoyed the red wine saturated on our tongues. Dom was an amazing kisser. She was dominate but didn’t mind being submissive to me at all.

“Mm,” she moaned into my mouth, enjoying the way I toyed with her clit.

Dom continued to ride my fingers as I set my glass down. I needed more of her. My hand roamed up her body until I grabbed a handful of her ripe and bountiful breast. I was aboutto pull down the front of her dress when Sur cleared his throat, causing us to turn and look up at him.

“Y’all starting without me?” he quizzed with a smirk, snapping his Cuban link around his wrist.

Neither of us spoke because we admired how damn fine he looked. Sur’s wavy fade was on point as usual, and his dark brown skin looked thoroughly moisturized. His come-ride-my-face beard even shined under the lighting. For the first time, I couldn’t decide whose head I wanted between my legs first. Sur was dressed in all black. A short-sleeved button up covered his muscular upper body and ankle length slacks adorned his thick thighs. Sur paired his evening fit with all-white designer sneakers. Damn, my man knew how to dress.

“Baby!” Dom professed and rose from my lap. She floated right over to her other favorite person in the world. Sur held open his arms before he laced them around Dom’s waist. She pecked his lips, but Sur was hesitant. He looked over her head at me. I knew they fooled around when they were together, but it appeared Sur was a little nervous because I was now present. Dom rubbed down his chest.

“No need to be worried, handsome face. Lai is totally fine with you and me.”

“Yes, I am,” I chimed in.

“Alright.”

Sur picked Dom up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands coursed up and down her back and to her ass as they shared a panty-dropping kiss. My pussy had never ached so bad for a release. Never did I think watching my husband make out with another woman in front of me would turn me on so much. I wished we’d thought about this arrangement earlier, but I guess everything happened when it was supposed to. Dom had parted from Sur, and they gazed at each other.

“Take me upstairs now,” she demanded out of breath.

“Wh-What about dinner?” Sur queried.

“It will be there.” Dom turned to me. “Let’s go, pretty. We all need to get better acquainted.”

I drank the last of my wine then stood.

“Sur, lead the way,” I directed.

He hiked the stairs with Dom still wrapped around him, and I followed right behind them. When we made it to our room, Sur lowered Dom to her feet, and she gushed.

“Damn! This room is incredible. Y’all be careful now. I’m easily spoiled, and I might not ever want to leave.”

She removed her heels then climbed into our bed. I didn’t know how Sur felt about her statement, but I damn sure desired that she’d stay with us forever. Dom stood in the middle of our king-sized bed and slowly stripped to Color Me Badd’s “I Wanna Sex You Up.” I was so wrapped up in Dom’s presence that I’d forgot that music still played. Sur and I stood side by side and glanced at each other before our eyes landed back on Dom. She had commanded the whole room. I swallowed hard as she rotated her waist, sexily sliding each strap down her shoulders. Dom reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She took her time and wiggled out of it so it pooled to her feet. My eyes widened at the sight of her curvy naked frame. Dom kicked the dress to the floor then took a seat on our bed. Baby girl was in her birthday suit and toyed with her honeypot.

“Y’all going to continue to ogle me, or are we going to have some fun?”

“Fun,” Sur and I responded in unison.

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