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The lingering scents of warm shower water and body lotion lingered in the air when I slowly awoke, still nestled comfortably in the cottony cocoon of our sheets and comforters. As my senses powered up, one by one, the events of the day before dawned on me anew, ending the peaceful morning amnesia even before my eyes opened. I’d spent the afternoon and evening in a mental battle with myself, unable to cope with either Hani’s actions or my reactions to them. She’d wanted to rest and have time to herself, which was a relief, nothing good would have come from a discussion fresh off of all that had happened.
I went on my own to a favorite bar and nursed a couple of martinis while my anger toward Deke, muted and surrendered by an overload to my senses and emotions, came roaring back on the fuel of time and booze. On the way home I even took a detour towards the mall where he worked, contemplating a giant scene that made far more sense in a big-budget film than in the actual life I led and was accountable for. Stronger logic prevailed, after all, it wasn’t his fault, and after a long detour through the dark suburban streets that stretched for miles in every direction, I returned home and crawled into bed, next to a sleeping Hani.
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“No-na,” she said in sing-song, crawling across the bed to loom over my shoulder. “It’s get-up time!” I turned to face her. “C’mon, let’s go get some brunch, it’s Sunday.” Hani smiled brightly at me, fully dressed and ready. Not yet awake enough to formulate a verbal response, I sat up and looked around. “You just about slept the whole morning away,” she said, laughing as she turned to climb off the bed.
“Where do you want to go?” I finally muttered.
“Gato del Sol?” she offered. “It’s nice and sunny today, we can sit outside.” I couldn’t help but have a distinct ‘scene of the crime’ feeling about Gato, since that’s where her idea of inviting a man into her sex life was first presented to me. But on the other hand, she seemed to have waken up happy for the first time in who knows how long, and I’m never a morning person. I agreed to the venue and trudged into the shower, where she delivered my coffee about three minutes later. If it were anyone with even an ounce of guile, I’d have narrowed my eyes quickly at her cheeriness and generosity, but Hani had none. In fact, I reminded myself as I washed myself under the hot water, this was the Hani I fell in love with. It had just been so long since she was happy that I barely recognized it for what it was. I smiled as I took a sip of my coffee, accepting the fact that my contentment could very well be sheer denial, but pleased to have it anyway.
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Sipping a mimosa, I was mildly amused by her conversational flinching from across the table, filling every moment of silence with unsolicited anecdotes about mutual friends or an opinion on news items. Upon returning to the table from a restroom break, I broached the subject, earning a predictable wince and cower from Hani, as if I was preparing to beat her about the head and shoulders.
“Relax, babe,” I said. “I’m not here to get us both upset. But I do think we should talk about it.”
“I know,” she conceded in a muttering tone. “I don’t know what to say.” I didn’t know what to say either, but we couldn’t just pretend that it didn’t happen. I felt completely lost about the whole situation, and I knew that if I was depending on Hani for emotional clarity, I was in trouble. But we were both in even worse trouble if we didn’t communicate at all.
“You know, I don’t even really want to talk about what happened…right now, anyway. What happened, happened, we were both there,” I said, which got me a nervous chuckle from across the table. “What I want to know is what you think happens now.”
“Nothing happens now,” she said. “I mean, its just what we talked about. It was just sex.”
“Are you going to see him again?” I asked.
“I haven’t thought about it,” she said with laugh. “It was just yesterday.” I put my drink down and leaned forward, lowering my voice in case anybody picked up on our conversation.
“It wasn’t just a kiss, babe. I sat right next to you and watch a guy have rough sex with you, with no condom, and cum inside of you . We’re in a relationship , and…”
“And it was just sex, baby,” she said, reaching her hand out toward mine. “I’m bisexual, just like you- and before you say it- I know the urge was mine, not yours. But that’s all it is: an urge.”
“So did you quench your thirst?” I asked, managing a smirk. Hani beamed at me.
“My thirst is for you, and my heart belongs to you,” she said. “I had some fun, and I know it wasn’t easy for you, and it was kinda messed up. I’m sorry we didn’t work that out better. But I love you.” I almost teared up in a wave of relief.
That night, sitting on the couch watching a movie, I leaned over to ask if she needed anything from the kitchen. She responded by kissing me- deeply and passionately. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a statement: her dry spell may have ended yesterday, but mine was ending now. She pressed her body against mine, never breaking her kiss. Her heart was pounding, vibrating against my chest. She pushed harder, lowering me onto my back and sending a hand down to my thigh, then up between my legs, making me gasp from surprise as much as arousal. I was swept away and delighted, and as rare as they came lately, I was not going to let this opportunity get away.
As soon as I reached for the bottom hem of her shirt, she reached for mine as well, and we both lifted each others’ tops off and tossed them aside. That familiar warmth, that radiated throughout my body simply at her touch, was back, coming in waves as she reached into my pants and caressed my moistening folds.
What had gotten into her? I wondered, not out of suspicion but of pure thanks. Within moments she had stripped me down to nothing and pinned me down, her hands clutching my sides as if I might try to rise up and escape. I hooked crossed my feet together on her back and closed my eyes, savoring the slick wetness of her tongue, softly dragging across the outer flesh of my pussy, sucking softly on my clit, then dragging back down the length of my slit, over and over. Her moans vibrated against my tingling skin, and the flick of her tongue, reaching inside my folds, sent delicious shivers throughout my naked body. Her hands were caressing me constantly, and her open mouth covered my mound, breathing hot wind on my buzzing pussy, soaked from our fluids. As soon as she brought a hand down and pressed two fingers inside me, I felt myself begin to go over the edge. My hips felt heavy and numb, and a wonderful feeling shot up my back and down my legs. Oh my god, I’m cumming!
For the first time in over a month, I had an orgasm. I bucked my hips up to meet her mouth and hand: sucking, fingering, licking, pressing me through wave after wave of sweet orgasm. She pressed her mouth against mine, tasting my own nectar on her lips and tongue, just as I started to catch my breath. The two of us panted huskily into each others mouths, our hands dipping into the wet pink flesh between our intertwined legs and bringing each other past the point of climax again.
I’d never felt closer to Hani than I did right then. If it took me going through a little bit of hell to get here, so be it. We laid in bed, exhausted from the weekend, and for the first time in a long while, I had confidence that we were in a decent place again.
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Late that night, I started to stir from a deep sleep. From the midst of a normal dream, he charged back into my conscience, first as a vague dark shape in a rhythmic movement, and becoming more clear as I got closer. I could hear her cries, unable to tell whether pleasure or pain, but could only see bits of her lighter skin pinned underneath his body. Her head, arms, and legs jerked in rhythm with his muscular sable-skinned ass pumping forcefully and unrelentingly downward. It never came to a peak, never got faster or slower, and never ended. I dreamed of the frictionless slick of fluid between my legs, and how I felt the arousal rise with every stroke that this beast unleashed on my helpless Hani. I was doubled over in ecstasy, succumbing to the pleasure and unable to breathe without moaning, when I felt another set of hands caress me from behind, pulling me out of my dream.
“Somebody’s excited,” she said with a purring giggle, and as my eyes flickered open to the darkness, both of our hands were squeezed between my legs. Our fingers worked inside and out, indistinguishable from one another with all the warmth and wetness. Together I was brought to violent orgasm, made more intense by the images still burned into my brain from my dream, and from what happened before that, right there in our bed. When I awoke in the morning, Hani was fast asleep under a mass of blanket and sheets. If not for the sticky skin, I might have believed it to be a dream in its entirety.
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“I don’t even have to ask you how it went, it’s in your eyes, girl,” said Carla, who sought me out early that morning to make lunch plans. We were sitting in a crowded delicatessen, just finishing our food when she broached the subject. “So about this three-way…I see your sex glow, so tell me the details! How great was it?”
“Well,” I said, then halted, still not sure how to make sense of my own feelings. “It wasn’t really a ‘threesome’, as it turned out.”
“Okay,” she said, leaning forward. “Who didn’t participate? Was he a no-show?”
“He showed up…but I just watched,” I said. “I don’t know why, they just had this explosive thing between them, and it was all I could do to watch. But then, I found myself unable to not watch, you know?”
“So it was hot, then!”, she said, eyes lighting up. “You totally should have gotten in there and mixed it up! That’s how it works, you know. There’s never an invitation.”
“I know. I could’ve. And he wanted me, too. But I don’t know, the whole thing really freaked me out. He was so rough, and so much bigger than Hani. I was too worried about her to really get into it, but she was fine, so that was all for nothing anyway.”
“Aww,” she said. “So you ended up a little jealous then.” I nodded, then considered telling her about my dreams before abandoning the idea. She shrugged and smiled sympathetically.
“Well, you never know until you try,” she said. “Maybe with a different guy sometime?”
“Hmm…I think we’ve closed the book on having fun with men,” I said. “She had her fun and now we’re past it. That glow you see? It’s from the two of us.”
“You sure about that?” she asked as we rose to leave. I didn’t answer.
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Yes, I was sure, but I also wasn’t going to be complacent about it either. Maybe it took these brushes with real danger to make me appreciate what we had. Learning each other’s wants, needs, and limits is all part of being a couple, I told myself with self-satisfaction. I texted Hani to let her know I’d be a little late, but that a surprise would be waiting for her when I got home.
Condom Sense is the name of the adult novelty store on the side of the freeway that I take to and from work every day. I’d heard the radio ads, and let my eyes linger into the storefront windows the few times I was caught in traffic gridlock, but had never been inside until that day. Walking back and forth along a wall of nothing but vibrators and dildos of all shapes and sizes, I finally settled on the ‘Mr.Marcus’, a dark flesh-tinted dildo that’s supposedly modeled identically after the large penis of the porn star with the same name. I grinned to myself, knowing that not only would it excite her to incorporate this into our sex life- ‘my Hani, the size queen’ I deadpanned under my breath before breaking into a giggle- but it would be a nice inside joke about a shared experience. I had to take it stride and have a sense of humor about things, and with this, I felt I was getting there. She deserved it.
After a stop at the store for some wine, I came home to a silent apartment. Only after setting down my purchases in the kitchen did I hear a noise coming from our bedroom, followed by Hani’s voice ringing out.
‘Hey baby!’ she called. ‘I’m in the bath, come join me!’ I stepped into the tub with nothing on and holding a single wine glass and the bottle.
‘We can share,’ I said, lowering myself into the hot, bubble-covered water. We finished each other off before pulling ourselves out of the water, then finished the bottle in bed. We never made it back into the kitchen for food, and the new toy would have to wait for another night. She was insatiable, and whatever I was doing right, I was determined to keep doing it.
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Friday afternoon at the office was when I caught up with whatever had been put off all week long. Usually, it meant me going home late, or staring down the prospect of coming into the office on Saturday afternoons when Hani was working. On that day, though, my productivity all week had borne fruit, a result that I was convinced could be attributed to my own happiness and abundance of stress relief outlets. Not only that, but as I sent the last email and swung my chair around to look outside, I saw a flawless, sunny day. It was the kind of day that turned everything slightly more brilliant and colorful than normal, and I just couldn’t waste it inside. I packed up my stuff and walked out just as the late stragglers were coming back in from lunch. An afternoon by the pool awaited me.
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