Speaking of ice, I went to the freezer and got a couple of ice cubes. I rubbed them over Marissa’s nipples while I ate her out. She moaned and screamed out with delight. A couple of times she tried to pull away from me—I was giving her one hell of a tongue-lashing—but I was relentless with her pussy.

The ceiling fan was on high but I was giving the fast-moving blades a run for their money with my tongue. Marissa’s pussy had a totally different taste than Alicia’s, but they were both good. For a moment, I did feel a twinge of panic. If I was in Michael’s kitchen eating his woman out with vanilla and chocolate chips, what the hell was he doing with my wife?

My panic vanished when Marissa propped herself up on her elbows, gazed into my eyes and whispered, “I want you to dick-feed me, Papi!”

Within ten seconds, I had switched places with her. She did not hesitate to wrap her succulent lips around me and it seemed like she was starving for dick. Damn, Michael was one lucky man if he was getting head like that every night. Alicia had never been one to suck my dick a lot. It was more like she would do me a favor, instead of her actually enjoying giving me pleasure. I would often have to

beg for it.

“Oooh, you taste so good,” Marissa said when she came up for air. “I love your big dick, your daddy dick!”

“And I love you for loving my daddy dick,” I replied. “You can have all the daddy dick you want, baby. Wait till I get you on your back. You might go into shock.”

“Umm, I’ve never had someone put me into shock before. You really think you can do that, Papi?”

“Shit, no doubt,” I bragged, now confident that I would fuck her better than Michael or die trying. “I only hope you can handle all this dick up in you.”

Then…it happened. I came when I wasn’t ready to come. I shot a load that was unbelievable and damn near hit the blades of the ceiling fan.

“Damn, Papi!” Marissa said, then laughed. “I barely got started.”

I got down off the table. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to get hard again and then I’m going to blow your damn back out.”

She pouted. “I sure hope so, because Michael can fuck me all night long.”

The disappointment in her voice was ego-shattering. That was it. I had to rise to the top of my game.

ALICIA

I was still wrapped in Michael’s arms when Taye came home the next morning. We were awakened by the door slamming, not closing.

“Alicia! Alicia, where are you?” he yelled out from the bottom of the stairs.

Common sense should have told me to try to cover myself quickly, even though Taye was the one who had arranged the entire swap thing. But I did not want to cover up anything; I wanted him to see me with Michael.

He came storming into the room. “What the fuck is this?” Taye asked angrily as Michael and I sat up in the bed.

Michael stated groggily, “Hey, Taye. Back already? I thought we weren’t due to see you until later this afternoon.”

“Well, this is still my damn house.” Taye came at him. “Don’t the two of you look cozy?”

“Taye, don’t start tripping,” Michael said. “Did you have a good time with Marissa?”

“Yes, Taye,” I said saracastically, jumping all in the mix. “Did you have a good time?”

Taye glared at me. “From the looks of it, you sure did.”

I grinned mischieviously. “I damn sure did.” I paused. “In fact, I had the time of my life.”

Taye came closer to the bed and yanked my arm. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

Michael reached over and grabbed his wrist. “Let her go, man. What’s wrong with you?”

Taye glared at him. “Stay out of this. This is my business. Why don’t you go home and handle yours?”

Michael continued to pull on his wrist. “I’m not going anywhere unless you let Alicia go and I’m convinced you’re not going to do something foolish.”

Taye released my arm. The pain in his eyes was evident. “I’ve already done something foolish. I’m not going to hurt my wife, but can you please leave?”

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