Page 8 of They Call Me Dom

My hands covered my face, and I sobbed quietly. I really was sorry for hurting him, but if he couldn’t see things my way, then I’d leave him before I hurt him again.

Out of nowhere, I felt myself carefully lifted before Sur sat in my chair while I sat on his lap.

“Stop crying, baby. You know I hate to see you cry or be sad.”

I sniffled and wiped my face with the cloth napkin he handed me.

“Lai, I can’t even pretend to understand how you feel. I don’t know what’s it like to hide a part of yourself from everyone you love and know. I’ve lived in my truth all my life. You were the only woman I’ve ever loved. I knew the first day I saw you that I wanted forever with you, your pretty brown eyes, and kindness. Look, I can’t say yes right off the bat to this poly lifestyle because I’ll feel like I’m cheating on you. What I can say is that I’ll feel this woman Dom out for you. You deserve to be fully happy like me and the next person.”

I looked into his eyes and smiled. “You really mean that?”

He nodded and kissed my lips. “Yes. I mean that.”

I grinned then hugged him tightly. Sur held me back. I knew I married the right man. Thank you, God, for him and his heart. This was the first step in the right direction.

We parted and he looked at me. “When can I meet Dom?”

I beamed. “I’m glad you asked. She sells her treats at the farmer’s market on the weekends, and tomorrow is Sunday. It’s the perfect day for you to meet her and get a feel for her. I’m telling you, baby, you’re going to like her.”

“We’ll see tomorrow.”

He kissed my lips, and we went back to eating and drinking. The conversation started off rocky, but it ended on a major high note. Things looked up for my husband and me.

3

Surtain “Sur”

I squatted and positioned my body the right way as I lifted the weight bar. For some reason, the weight felt heavier today than ever. Lifting 215 pounds was my sweet spot, but today, I barely made it through my six reps. I lowered the bar and set it back in place.

After a drink of water, I decided to walk the Stairmaster to clear my head. My conversation with Lai the night before weighed so heavily on me that I couldn’t focus on my workout the way I usually did. She really wanted to bring a third party into our marriage. I had a bunch of feelings about that. They were positive and negative emotions. The main question I kept asking myself was why I wasn’t enough. That followed up with if I was ever enough?

The night I discovered Lai’s affair with Mariya, I could’ve torn that damn house up. I greatly desired to do so, but I was gentleman, and I didn’t support no man putting his hand on a woman. The truth was that situation was the first time I desired to hit a woman. The smug look on Mariya’s face made me want to knock it off, but she got a taste of her own medicine whenLai denied her. Their affair was just that to Lai—an affair. But to Mariya, it was much more than that.

I was glad Lai chose me and that we decided to work on our marriage, but now, I felt stranded on the island. I no longer knew where I fit in. These were the changes that I had to adjust to. Now, there was this third person about to weed their way into a marriage that was planned for only two.

I exhaled and wiped my face with my gym towel as I continued to walk. Honestly, I wasn’t down with it. I didn’t want to share my wife with anyone. I felt like I shouldn’t have to. I shook my head and cut off the machine. That was all I could muster today because all these changes fucked with my head. I really wanted shit to go back to the way it is was, but it couldn’t because Lai wasn’t fulfilled. She wasn’t fed the love and nurturing she deserved like the next person because there was a side of her that lay dormant. I wanted the best for my wife. There was no lifetime I wanted to live without her, so if that meant I had to try out this poly shit, then that was how it had to be.

Once I gathered my shit, I climbed into my truck and drove home for a shower. It was Sunday, and that meant farmer’s market day. Lai sometimes worked on the weekends, so she stayed home to sleep in on Sundays. It was my suggestion. She needed some kind of rest after risking her life every day to make sure the citizens in Chicago were safe.

Today usually meant fresh produce and dairy day, but now I was tasked with visiting this Dom woman. I hoped she was every bit of wonderful as Lai painted. If not, I refused to fake it. Lai knew I didn’t fake shit for anyone or anything. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into our driveway then parked in our two car garage. My mind and body felt a little lighter now that I’d accepted the fact that I’d have to entertain Dom or any other woman for Lai’s sake.

I walked through our grand kitchen from the garage and headed upstairs. We lived in a lavish, two-story, state-of-the-art home. There was a lot of glass and marble everywhere. The kitchen was fully equipped with all the stainless-steel appliances that a home required and more. Our living room was designed for comfort, yet it displayed our love for R&B, Hip Hop, and Chicago’s history. I walked up our glass and wooden stairs.

When I made it to our room, Lai was still sprawled out in the bed asleep. Her curls were all over her pillow, and she drooled slightly. Lai slept with her arms spread out like airplane wings. She was such a wild sleeper. I kissed her cheek, and she snuggled deeper into our mattress and her pillow. She was so cute while she slept. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water warmed, I relieved my bladder then handled my oral hygiene. By the time I was done, the water was good and hot.

Once I stripped and pulled on my shower cap, I allowed the hot water to relax me further. I pushed against the wall while water cascaded down my body, and I exhaled. I loved our walk-in shower and how the water ran down the drain. We had granite and epoxy walls and two shower heads with eight different massage settings. The shower was my other thinking sanctuary or outlet besides the gym. My mind continued to wonder if I was even capable of courting another woman, let alone approach one.

I’d been out the dating circuit since high school. Now, all of a sudden, I had to join it. The only girls that found me entertaining were my patients once I gave them sweets after their checkups or surgeries. As a pediatrician, I loved kids. To be honest, I thought Lai and I would be on baby number two by now, but she was still career oriented. I was too, but I felt like we could balance both.

In my mind, I thought something else was up. I’d come in Lai since we’d been married for the last ten years. Yet, no babies.I gave her space to come to me when she felt like it, but in my heart, I had a feeling she wasn’t able to have kids. I’d had my sperm cells tested years ago, and the count was super high. That only left her. I wouldn’t sweat her, but I did want kids before I grew old.

The feel of soft hands on my chest and kisses on my back caused me to turn and stare into the beautiful eyes of my wife. Lai was naked, her nipples were hard, and her sexy ass smile was in place. My dick instantly bricked up, and she grabbed onto it.

Our mouths crashed into each other, and I grabbed her small round ass. Lai had been slim-thick since we met. Her size was never a problem for me. Although I had always had a thing for thicker and curvier women, I loved everything that came with her. I scooped Lai up and placed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I sucked her nipples. They were enlarged, hard, and always turned me on. My dick pulsed against her pussy, while I got my fill of her small titties. I couldn’t wait any longer. Her body was warm, wet, and taunting me. I grabbed my dick and roughly pushed my way through her opening.

“Oh, fuck, baby! Right there,” Lai squealed.

“Yeah. Just like that?” I asked, giving her short and deep strokes.

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