It was the next to last night of our couples' vacation to Atlanta, and with six days of trap museum visits, five-star dinners, club and bar hopping, and no less than seven liquor store runs in the days before, My wife Kendra and I, along with our travel buddies Nate and his wife Sherra, and their homegirl Mikki and her husband Mario had all decided to take a day to chill, make dinner, and get wasted in our luxury Airbnb. Sherra had the idea for everyone to leave their cell phones ina basket near the front entrance, and we'd done just that. Anyone who picked up their phone for the duration of the night would have to pay for lunch the next day.
So far, we'd all played by the rules.
Mikki and Sherra made steaks and drank wine while Kendra sat outside with me and the fellas drinking whiskey around the Airbnb's fire pit. It had been a great trip. Three successful, in-love black couples just hanging out and enjoying their lives on their own terms, and with a four-bedroom guest house to lounge in, the trip had been a success. I had to give Kendra props for the idea.
Truthfully I think the whiskey was hitting, which made me fall in love with Kendra all over again. Mikki and Sherra were both beautiful women, but I really did love my wife. She'd installed braids in her short curly hair, and they hung down to her curvy ass. Something about how the firelight was reflecting in her eyes set me throbbing. When she tossed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her supple neck to me, I wanted to lick it, make her shudder.
She must have known what I was doing because she looked at me and mouthed, "Stop." I had hyper-focused on her lips and was struggling to ignore how appetizing they looked. I took a deep breath and focused on Mario and Nate's conversation. But they were talking about bullshit, basketball and recycling the same tired conversation about who the current GOAT was.
I wanted my wife.
I reached over and grabbed her hand. She jerked away at first, but seeing the look in my eyes, she knew that I wouldn't take no for an answer or wait. Mario and Nate stopped talking as we stood up, and Nate raised an eyebrow.
"What y'all finna do?" Nate asked.
"We'll be back in a little while," I declared, and Mario laughed. "Damn, you couldn't wait until after dinner like everybody else?"
Nate laughed and extended his fist for a dap. "Let these grown people handle they business!"
We both laughed and stepped off the patio and into the living room. I was sure the smell of freshly cooked food was amazing, but I was focused on my goal: getting my wife to the bedroom and showing her how sexy I thought she looked in her leggings and her ratty old college T-shirt. She held my hand and walked behind me, gently stroking my wrist with her thumb. My baby knew what was up. Mikki looked up from tossing a salad and shook her head.
"Nuh uh," she said, setting the bowl down. "Kendra, girl, no! The food is almost done."
Kendra laughed. "I gotta handle my business, girl."
Sherra raised her head from where she'd been crouching in front of an the oven. "I have an idea...if y'all are down to hear it."
I was almost at the bedroom door, but Kendra pulled me up short. I looked back at her, and she nodded at Sherra. I didn't give a fuck what Sherra was talking about, but I humored Kendra and listened.
It took Sherra a minute to get it out, but when she did, it knocked me to the floor.
