I didn’t tell her Mari had called me, too. Yes, I knew Mari was out to break us up, and she was doing a good job of it, if you ask me. “What did you say?”

“I told her to eat a dick and that she better hope we don’t cross paths and I hung up on her.”

I had to smile. This was the chick I fell in love with. We looked at each other and smiled. The ice was broken—for the moment anyhow.

“Baby, I’m sorry. And I know I said some mean things,” Tasha told me. She reached up, put both arms around my neck, and pulled me down onto the bed with her. She gave me a big kiss, and as much as I tried to act hard, I gave in. I knew she was sincere. Ever since that Charli/STD scenario, Tasha didn’t always apologize, so I knew she was humbling herself for the sake of holding us together.

Within seconds I started getting an erection, and I moved away. “You know the doctor said I can’t get none, so you need to chill.” I placed her hand on my dick. Tasha began to massage it.

“He didn’t say I couldn’t give you head.” Tasha gave me a wink and that look, and I knew it was on. “You want some of this?” she flirted, licking her lips seductively.

“I want all of it.” I told her as I eased the straps off of her shoulders, down over her breasts, and began to feast on her erect nipples. Her breath caught in her throat. She grabbed the back of my head, loving what I was doing.

I knew my wife’s body very well and used it to play a rhythm. I knew when to alternate between licks and sucks. Gently, I kissed and licked my way down to her belly button. She spread her legs wide in anticipation of what was coming next. I pulled back the hood of her clit and began to suck on it until she squirmed and moaned, as she tossed her head from side to side. My dick was rock hard and throbbing. As much as I loved it when she came on my tongue, I wanted to feel that shit on my dick.

“Put it in please. Just for a minute, babe. Please.”

I snatched off my pants and got in between my wife’s thick, juicy thighs and made penetration, but not all the way in like I wanted.

“Oh, Trae, I miss us and how we were so much,” she groaned, tears of joy cascading down her cheeks.

“I missed us even more.”

“Trae,” she sang, loving the slow, steady, but not so deep, dicking I was giving her.

“Say my name again.”

“Traaaaae!” She opened her legs wider, inviting me to go deeper, but I wouldn’t.

“Yeah, daddy, just like that. Just like that.” She pleaded.