Dirty Heat (5 page)

“Kendall, what in the world?”

“I'm horny, baby. I want you. Now.”

“What, all that talk about ass licking got you so turned on?”

I laughed. “See. Now you tryna be funny.”
Hell yeah.
“The only thing that has me turned on is,
you.”

“But I need to get dinner started,” she protested, trying to wiggle out of my embrace.

“You can,” I said, holding her tighter, then grinding into her. “Right after I get up in these beautiful hips.” I cupped her ass with both hands. “Better yet, I'll just eat you.”

She relaxed in my arms, and giggled. “Not now. Later.”

I scooped her up in my arms. “No. Now.”

She flung her arms around my neck, laughing. “Kendall Lamont Evans. If you don't put me down.”

I ignored her, carrying her off to our bedroom, then tossing her on the bed. “I want you naked, baby. Take them jeans off,” I ordered, pulling off my undershirt.

She must have seen the hunger flash in my eyes—or maybe she decided she wanted some hard dick as badly as I wanted to give it to her—because she didn't put up much of a fight. She quickly unfastened the button on her jeans, then pulled them down over her hips, kicking them to the floor.

“Lose them panties,” I said next, slipping out of my sweats, then dropping my boxers. I stroked my erection in my hand. Watched as she watched it glide in and out of my hand.

“What in the world's gotten into you today,” she said, only hesitating briefly before slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her pink cotton panties.

“Nothing. I want my wife,” is all I said.

A moment later, her panties were fluttering to the floor. And she was spreading her legs. Surprisingly, her pussy was already glistening wet.

God, I loved fucking my wife. That was the truth. I wanted it from the back. Wanted to feel her pussy ripple along the length of my dick as I pushed and pulled, in and out. Wanted to see her ass pulled apart and her asshole puckered while I fucked her doggy-style.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

Ass up, facedown, she did.

“God, I love you,” I said, my voice low and reassuring. “I can't wait to be inside of you.”

I inched up behind her. Smoothed my hands over the globes of her ass, then spread her cheeks open. My mouth watered at the sight of her asshole. I wanted to lap it, delve my tongue deep inside it. But restrained myself. Licking her asshole at that moment—right after having that bizarre discussion—probably would have sent her mind reeling into overdrive with all types of crazy homophobic scenarios. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was my wife thinking I was some down low motherfucker. Or that I might be curious to find out how the other side got down.

I know my wife. Once something gets planted inside her head, that's what it is. Doesn't matter if it's real or all made up in her little imagination. If she thinks it happened, then it did. And she loves to talk. Okay, all right…gossip is more like it. Krista can spend hours on the phone yapping about any-and-everything. No topic is off limits when it comes to her running her mouth. I could see her clear as day. On the phone or up on Facebook posing the same question to her girlfriends, sisters, and Facebook followers as to their thoughts on a man—her husband.
Me
—asking to have his ass licked, or for wanting his prostate stimulated. I could see all the bashing and obnoxious likes and comments going on in my head and wanted no parts of it.

So I settled my gaze on her tight, puckered hole instead, licking my lips. Then closed my eyes and imagined having another woman in back of me, her tongue probing my ass, her fingertips caressing my nut sac while I seesawed my way in and out of Krista's pussy, her juices soaking my dick.

I pulled out. Slapped her on the ass. Told her to get on her back. Then I spread her legs, and buried my head between her legs. “Mm, yeah, baby.” I lapped at her juicy pussy and sank my tongue between her slick, swollen folds. I tongue-fucked her and teased her clit.

I loved the sight of my wife's wet pussy. Loved the taste of it. Loved the feel of it. Loved the smell of it. She knew it then. And she knows it now.

But that night, I was on a mission. And my only focus was on pleasuring her, allowing my own desires to go untouched as I always did with Krista. It was about Krista, as it always is with me pleasing her. And getting her to forget any silly notion of me being
suspect
to anything that she might have possibly conjured up in the back of her pretty little head was all that mattered.

I didn't need her trying to compare me to her sister's husband, Herbie, or any other dude who had a thing for other dudes in wigs and lip gloss.

I lapped harder. Tongued deeper. Sucked longer. And, then Krista cried out again, her hands gripping the sides of my head. “Yes, yes, yes…ooh, oooh, oooh…”

“Get that nut, baby,” I urged. Seconds later—thighs shaking, body quaking, she climaxed, drenching my face. Then, without another word, I lifted her legs up and plunged into her with a quick force that had her gasping for air, and me groaning out her name.

Her pussy clenched. Legs wrapped around me, arm around my neck; she held onto to me as I fucked her hard. My fingers dug into her ass, massaging and kneading, holding her open as I pounded into her wetness.

Through gritted teeth, she grumbled, “Ohgod, yes! Yes! It feels—”

I leaned over her, covered my mouth over hers.

I stayed still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the clutch, and the feel of her satiny walls. Krista's eyes shut, then fluttered open. “Oh, baby, you feel so good inside of me.”

“I know I do,” I murmured, my dick basking in her inner heat.
Slowly, I pumped, my mind drifting to fantasies of her tongue…any tongue, probing me.

“Do you want your ass licked?”

I closed my eyes tight, fighting to block out her voice.

“I'd divorce you…”

I nuzzled my sweaty face against her. Nipped at her ear. “You feel so good, baby. So tight and hot…
Krista.”

My mouth brushed teasingly along her neck. I pulled all the way out, then sunk my teeth into the column of her neck and sucked as I plunged my dick back in deep, again. Krista gasped. Cried out.

“Oh, yes, baby…yesssss!”

My hips rocked against hers, my movements grew faster, each stroke brushing up against her clit.

I took her pussy, claimed it. Stole it. Fucked it deep. And fast. And slow.

Krista's hands slid up and down my sweaty spine, then she sank her nails into my back, marking her territory.

I groaned in pleasure as I reached a hand between our bodies and pinched her clit, causing tears to spring from her eyes as she dug her nails deeper into my flesh, this time into my ass cheeks.

“Aah, shit, yeah, baby…” My ass muscles tightened with each thrust. I was determined to make her forget me ever bringing the question up.
What do you think about a man wanting his woman to lick and finger his ass?

Fire building up inside of me, I moved one hand from her hip to her clit, stroking and teasing her. I fucked Krista as if my life depended on it. As if I'd die if I didn't.

There was nothing gay or bi-curious about me. I loved pussy. Loved women. Loved my wife. But I loved having my ass licked and fingered, too.

What was so wrong with that?

“Kendall,” she muttered as one of my hands reached up and found her breast. I fondled it, before lightly pinching her nipple.

She locked eyes with me. Tears sprang from her sockets. “Don't ever cheat on me.”

Now that was some random shit.

Or was it?

My pulse quickened. And I hoped she couldn't feel my heart pounding in my chest. “You're all I need, baby.”

“Do you want your ass licked?”

I pushed back thoughts of Elena's tongue snaking its way into the seam of my ass. Fought back the memory of Peaches and the way she used her tongue sensually to lick around my hole. I fought back the taste of my ass on her tongue when she slipped it into my mouth, and kissed me.

Krista shouted my name, pulling me out of my dirty thoughts, causing me to pull out, then slam back in. Hard, sharp thrusts. That's what I gave her. And another. And another. I fucked her hard and steady.

Her pussy tightened around my dick.

“That's it, baby,” I coaxed. “Milk my nut out.”

I pumped faster. Harder.

“Oh, yes…it's sooo deep. Mmm, Kendall, baby…”

Her eyes blurred with tears, but I could still see the storm rising inside. She was on the verge of another climax. She grew wetter. She arched up to me. Clenched tighter around me.

“Let go, baby. Give it to me. Come all over my dick, baby…”

I thrust into her again and again, wheedling her on, edging her closer to orgasm. “Let me come with you, baby…aaah, shit…I can't hold it any longer, baby…”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

“Give it to me. Explode with me. Let me feel it all over my dick.”

As if those words were the key to her abyss, she came, bucking and shuddering. And I came in sync, my own moans matching her own.

“Damn, that was so good.” I kissed her, realizing that I was clinging on to her as much as she was to me. I stared at her. Looked in her face, and saw her desire for me. It was deep and vivid as my own. Krista loved me with as much intensity as I loved her. She needed me as much as I needed her.

Unfortunately, I needed, wanted, more than what she was willing to give.

I brushed the wet tendrils of her hair away from her face, and with my dick still buried deep inside, I whispered, “Krista, I love you so much, baby.”

And I meant it.

I still do, very much so.

•  •  •

So needless to say, that was over eight years ago. And to this day, I haven't said another word to her about ass play. For what? She made it very clear what her thoughts were on the matter. And I respected her position then as I do now. I still don't like it, but I definitely value my wife's boundaries.

But that hasn't stopped me from indulging my hidden desires from time to time. So I step out on my marriage…every now and again. Not because I'm not in love with my wife, or because she's stingy with the pussy. But because—like I already mentioned, I'm not always completely satisfied, sexually.

And I've learned real quick that sharing my deepest secret, or darkest fantasies with Krista is a pending death wish—or in my case, a divorce—waiting to come true.

And, contrary to what others might think, I'm not about to lose my marriage over my sporadic urges for ass play. But I'm not ready to completely ignore them either.

So I creep whenever I can, like now.

•  •  •

AOL alerts me that I have new messages. I click open the screen. Six new messages.
Let's hope it's not a bunch of bullshit.
I open the first email:

Damn. U sound sexy AF! No disrespect meant. I know you are only looking 4 real women, but if you ever change your mind, lmk. Discreet married guy here. Smooth shaven. Will dress up in women's clothes for u. i can be slutty behind closed doors. I love married black cock. Would love to lick your hole til u explode then let u blow a load on my horny tight hole. I promise u won't be disappointed.

What the hell?
I frown, shaking my head and deleting the email.
Stupid-asses don't listen to shit!

I open the next email:

Hi. I'm a sexy brunette. Married and also looking for some kinky fun. Love role play. Willing to be your little submissive ass licker. I love wearing fishnet stockings. I want to do everything you tell me to. Can I have your big black cock inside my tiny white pussy? Can I have it in me doggy style? I want you to twist my arm while you are inside me. I want you to leave bruises and a smile. Then when u are done fucking me, I want you to leave me tied to the bed with duct tape over my mouth and your sweet cum all over my face for my husband to find me, then pat me on the head and tell me how much of a good slut I am before you walk out the door. If this excites you as much as it excites me, please email back.

Smooches.

I suck my teeth. “Hell no that shit doesn't excite me,” I mutter, shaking my head. Role-play my ass. Next thing you know, she'd
be screaming rape, then giving the police my description, trying to hem me up.

Delete.

The next three emails are all spam.

I delete them as well.

A few moments later, AOL dings again. Four more emails come through. I open the first one. It's an email from some calling themselves FreakOnWheels.

Hi. Saw your ad. Discreet wheelchair bound woman here. I'm 37, 5'4, 170lbs. Horny, lonely and looking for company. I've never licked a man's ass before but would like to try it. is your ass hairy? Smooth? Shaven? can you send me a picture of it?

I think to delete her email without a reply, but decide to send her a response back.

Hey there. Thanks for responding to my ad. I don't send pics. There's curly hair along the center of my crack.
Hope that helps.