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Leo couldn't concentrate, he gave up trying to meditate about five minutes ago once Y/n walked in. She was there, sitting innocently enough at the small kitchen table with a spoon hanging from her lips and a pudding cup in her hand. A vanilla pudding cup. 

Every time she would bring a spoonful to her mouth, she’d twist the spoon and let it fall, slowly, from her lips. Each time caused Leo to gulp and make another attempt at clearing his mind. It was an utter failure. He couldn’t pull his eyes away and she was none the wiser. 

Slurp.

Lick.

Twist. 

Lick and swipe.  

Hum in satisfaction before doing it all over again. And again. And again. 

“Will you stop that!” He finally had enough. 

Y/n jumped at the sudden growled out request from Leonardo. Huh?

“What?” Y/n wasn’t sure what to say but the look that Leo was giving her made her want to push deep into a shell, if she had one. 

“That.” He motioned from his meditative position to the spoon and pudding cup in her hand. What?

“What, my pudding? what—.”

“Just stop. Please.” His demand was gritted as she watched him hold his beak between his thumb and forefinger as if her eating pudding was absolutely driving him nuts. 

“It’s just pudding.” 

“Not with the way you eat it.” He mumbled low enough that if she wasn’t giving him her full attention, she probably would have missed it. He sighed then resumed his stoic position with his hands on his knees and eyes closed, almost serine. But not for long. 

“Not with the way I’m eating it…what the hell does that mean?” Y/n was starting to panic as she felt the sudden pull to defend herself. She was already self conscious enough, why did he have to point out the way she eats her pudding? What was the problem? What was his problem?  

“It’s just—,”

“No, you—,” Y/n bellowed, pointing her spoon at him in anger but he was too transfixed on the glob of pudding that was about to—

Splat. 

The offending sound echoed through the lair caused all of Leo’s resolve to shrivel up and die. Of course. Of course! It just had to land there. Fuck me. Leonardo internally groaned as his eyes dropped from her shocked eyes to where the pudding landed. 

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from watching the glop of vanilla pudding slide down from her clavicle into the crease of her breasts, disappearing below her shirt. Leonardo couldn’t help it when he suddenly licked his lips as his throat became dry and his pants increasingly tighter. 

He gulped. Then let out a rough grunt as he shifted to stand on the platform he was, attempting to, meditate on. 

Did he just gulp?

Y/n was stock still, she couldn’t move as she felt her face flush in embarrassment as she looked down to see her beloved pudding falling between her boobs. She was so confused and heated. Why had he mentioned it? Why had he gulped? Why was he standing there, his hands flexing and mouth opening as if he was going to say something? Y/n’s mind was racing as she watched the large terrapin before her seem to contemplate his next move. 

“Do you—,”

“I’m sor—,” 

They both attempted to speak yet were cut off by the other and fell into another tense silence. Leonardo was trying to find reason but he’s come to terms with his feelings for Y/n months ago and with Spring encroaching, keeping his feelings in check, was getting harder and harder. Pun intended. 

“Just…never mind.” He shook his head and with a final lick of his lips, turned to jump from the large podium and stomp towards his room. She watched him the entire way until he disappeared behind his bedroom door. Y/n was still standing, the pudding getting lost below her shirt as her belly pulled tight with butterflies.

“He likes ya, ya’know.” Y/n immediately locked eyes with the red banded brother that stood in the doorway of the weight room.

“Wha—,”

“And…he loves vanilla pudding.” The insinuation was not lost on her by the way he wiggled his brow before pushing from the door frame and disappearing back into the weight room. 

That’s when an idea suddenly hit her. Y/n’s confidence soared with Raphael’s confession and prayed that what she was about to do wasn’t going to cost her a friend. 

After working up the nerve, playing out all possible situations in her head, Y/n made her way towards Leonardo’s room. With a deep breath, she knocked three times and waited to see if he’d open the door. Everything seemed too slow in that moment, her heartbeat became louder as she replayed Raphael’s words in her head to keep her edge. You got this.

A few seconds later the door opened and she made her move before she lost the nerve. Locking eyes with his deep sapphires, she allowed her finger to trace across her collar bone without saying a word. Never breaking eye contact, Leonardo watched as her small finger dipped, scooping the pudding from her chest before it met him half way. Her brow arching in question. 

“Wanna taste?” Her eyes darkened with a devious smirk breaking across her lips. Oh this is just too good. 

But, what shocked her, was that everything went better than she expected. Suddenly Leonardo gripped her wrist before slotting her finger between his lips, twisting his tongue around to lick all the pudding off. He then let go of her finger with a subtle ‘pop’ before pulling her into his room and slamming the door. The final tone of this chapter was the sound of  the familiar click of a lock. 

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Bonus: 

Watching the scene unfold from behind the couch, Michelangelo let out a frustrated groan as he chucked a twenty at Raphael. 

“What’d I tell ya, knucklehead?” 

“Shouldn’t count man, you helped her out!”

“Wasn’t in the rules Mike, she made the first move. I win.” 

“Ugh, whatever man.” Michelangelo grumbled, turning back towards his game when Donatello walked into the den, sipping his third cup of coffee. 

“Nuh-uh,” he snatched the twenty that Raph was using to tease Mikey.

“Wha—,”

“I win. I said she’d make the first move AND it’d involve some kind of food.” Donatello’s shit eating grin split across his face as he tucked the dollar bill into one of his many pockets.

With a grumble from Raph, they all turned to focus on the game that Mikey started when all of a sudden Mikey piped up.

“Who got the vanilla pudding?” 

The question went unanswered but not by their father, Master Splinter. Who, innocently, continued to clip away at his bonsai trees. Unbeknownst to his sons, the receipt of two, four packs of vanilla pudding he had April pick up earlier that night laid in the trash can in his room. 

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The crowed roared as your boyfriend’s team scored another point. The players cheered with them, celebrating.

Under any normal circumstances you would be cheering along with them. But no, all you could do was watch in anticipation, anxiety coursing through your veins.

Despite the small victory, the scores were still close, making you nervous.

Usually you wouldn’t care who won. You’ve never been a big sports fan in the first place, but when you met your boyfriend everything changed.

When the two of you had first met he teased you often, taking things from you and holding them high above your head to the point that even if you were standing in your toes you couldn’t reach it. He’d tell you that the only way he would return it is if you kissed him on the cheek. Seeing no other option and already being late to where you had to go, you did it, and then scurried off.

This was just one of the many inappropriate things he did.

When walking by you in the halls with his friend group he would grab your ass, making you jump. He would drape his arm around you for no other reason than, “wanting to be close to his girl” as he called it.

The two of you weren’t even dating by this time, not to mention you had made it blatantly obvious that you were not interested. Sure he was attractive, hot even, but you personally just did not vibe with who he was.

The day he decided that the two of you were dating was the day when he caught you off guard and alone. He pushed you up against the wall and kissed you deeply. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but the man was BUILT and refused to let you go.

Afterwards, when you attempted to tell someone about this, he stopped you before you could even get a word out. He pulled you to the side in an undisclosed area and gave you one of the most terrifying looks you’ve ever seen in a man.

“You’re mine. Mine, y’hear? You try and leave me and there will be consequences.” He told you.

When you challenged him and asked what kind of consequences there would be, he showed you what he had on you.

How did he even find out about that? Nobody knew about that, how could he have found out?!

He threatened to tell everyone if you tried to leave him, and with that little bit of blackmail…you were his.

Ever since then he referred to you as his “luck charm.”

The first time he called you this, it was just a few minutes before his first game of the season. He lead you back to the empty sports locker rooms where he laid you down on one of the benches and went down on you.

It was the first time anyone had given you oral like that. He sucked gently on your clit and used his fingers to play with your opening. You couldn’t help the cries that left your lips as he mercilessly toyed with you.

He worked you through your orgasm swiftly and left you there a blushing, sweaty mess.

Before he left, he told you to “Pray I win princess because of I don’t, I won’t be as forgiving.”

And that was the start of your little routine as his lucky charm. He did this before every game as if it would grant him good fortune. You learned quickly that he expected you to meet him in the lockers ten minutes before his game where he would eat you out as a ‘warmup’ for what was to come later.

After his games he would always fuck you. The first time he did you were so scared. You were a mess and you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking even when he was barley touching you. Your heart was pounding in your ears and he noticed this. Thankfully he had won that first game and was more gentle than he would have been if he hadn’t.

In fact, he was very gentle, took you back to his place and everything. He wouldn’t admit it but he wanted you to feel good too, he took things slowly for your first time. Whispering praises in your ear as he slowly thrusted his hips against yours

“You’re doing so well. Just a little longer baby. Just keep whining for me. Ah~ you make me feel so good. You’re taking me so well princess. Ugh…yes, just like that. Oh…oh don’t move, I…I’m…Ah~” and as much as you begged him through teary eyes not to, he finished deep inside of you.

Ever since then, after every game he would do the same. You prayed he would win them each time, because if he did, you learned he was much more gentle than if he didn’t. If he won he was very gentle, granted still rough, but it was definitely better than if he lost a game.

And god help you if he lost.

He would be pissed. He was a very competitive man and would march over to you and not let you leave his side for the rest of the night. Of course he was always like that, but his grip around your waist or on your wrists was far harsher than usual.

The thing is, if he won a game he would wait till the two of you got back to his place before he had his way with you. He’d drive you there and use one of his hands to play and stimulate you so that you’d be ready as soon as the two of you got back.

But when he lost the two of you wouldn’t even be out of the parking lot before he was pounding into you from behind. He wouldn’t even prepare you, he’s just slam you down, face first into the back seat of his car, pull down your pants or lift your skirt and just go to town.

In those moments, you were thankful for his ‘warmups’ he insisted on carrying out before every game.

He was far crueler too, instead of his usual praises he would degrade you as if you were a common whore.

“Yeah, you like that slut?! Fuck! You’re so fucking tight! I bet you secretly like this don’t you?! Ugh-fucking whore. Pretending like you don’t want this just so I’ll fuck you harder. Ugh! Are you really that much of a slut for my dick?! Heh…f…fucking pathetic-Ah! Shit!” He would talk nonstop throughout the round up until the moment he came where his voice would begin to tremble and he’s go completely silent. All while you’d be practically screaming at the top of your lungs.

You’d always end up a sobbing mess from the emotional turmoil, in which case he would be sure to cuddle you until your crying stopped and would drive the two of you back to his place before fucking you more gently this time. His twisted way of an ‘apology.’

You were either his reward for winning, or a way for him to let off steam.

There was really no in between when it came to him. He’d either fuck you dumb and degrade you, or make love to you, rather roughly but still sweetly, and praise you.

However, tonight was different, because tonight, some common drunk didn’t quite understand who exactly you belonged to.

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You sighed in relief as the game ended, his team being three points ahead. A very close call.

His team cheered and all got together with their friends and significant others.

Your boyfriend ran up to you and kissed you deeply in celebration. You had learned over the past few months of being his little lucky charm that he expected you to kiss back, and you did.

He wrapped his arm around you possessively and took you with him to converse with his friends.

You stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, only giving the awkward smile here or there. You missed your own friends, but he isolated you from them. He couldn’t handle the idea of you hanging out, or even talking with, other people other than him. And if you did hang out with someone it had better be while he was there to make sure they didn’t try anything.

He didn’t care if they were male or female, in his eyes, everyone was a threat, which was part of the reason why he would always be touching you in some way. No matter where the two of you were or who you were with, he’d always have his arm slung around your shoulders or waist, or simply holding your hand was enough for him, so long as it was clear to everyone one that you were his.

As you stood obediently by his side, you got his attention to let him know you were going to use the restroom.

“Be quick about it.” He ordered, before kissing the top of your hair and reluctantly letting you go.

You made your way to the public bathroom building and saw a couple making out on the side of the building. You paid them no mind, just ignoring them and making your way inside of the dirty building. Once you were finished you began making your way back and noticed the girl from earlier was alone.

She looked pissed and seemed to be angrily tapping away at her phone, most likely texting someone. Complaining to her friend perhaps?

You wondered how badly the dude must have screwed up to go from making out with the girl to have her venting about him in under five minutes. But you didn’t have time to come up with theories before your path was blocked by the same guy.

“Um…hello.” You awkwardly greeted.

“Hey babes, what’s a pretty thing like you doing over here?” He was drunk, really drunk.

“Um…just minding my business.” You stated bluntly trying to walk around him, be blocked your path again “Excuse me.” You said whilst attempting to get around him. He kept on getting in your way.

“Oh c’mon baby, I don’t bite. Listen, my girl was being a bitch and I’m lonely.” He whined.

This guy didn’t seem dangerous to you, just desperate. The only thing you were afraid of was his alcohol levels which could make him more violent than usual. You did recognize him. He’s been at the games before and he seemed like a pretty decent dude, that still didn’t excuse this behavior though.

“Sorry, I have to get back to my boyfriend, he’s waiting for me.” You told him, managing to slip by and begin walking back to the field.

You were suddenly stopped when your wrist was harshly grabbed. “Boyfriend? Aw, don’t tease me like that bunny.”

“Let go of me!” You firmly warned, pulling your wrist back.

He just rolled his eyes and threw your wrist back at you. “Whatever, fuckin’ bitch.” He uttered, before taking and other sip from the beer in his hand.

“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice said from behind you.

You turned around and saw your boyfriend standing over the two of you.

“Nothing.” You told him before trying to walk off. He just caught you in his arms and spun you so your back was against his chest while he held you close.

“No, no obviously something is going on. Who the fuck is this guy?”

“Listen man, I didn’t mean no harm. My girl was being a bitch and I just wanted to see if yours could give a guy the time of day.” The man explained. He seemed bored, as if he hadn’t’ve just tried to get with the girl of the most temperamental man you have ever met.

“So what you’re saying is is that you tried to fuck my girlfriend?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

“Heh, why you offering?” The rando jokingly asked.

You were suddenly let go of and witnessed your boyfriend begin to beat the ever living shit out of this guy. It was a secluded area, dark and there wasn’t anyone around, otherwise he probably would have waited to knock the guy out.

All you could do was watch. You were far to frightened to stop him. Your hands were shaking and your knees felt weak. Once word hand gotten out that the two of you we’re together, nobody tried to mess with you. This was the first time a guy flirted with you since your boyfriend entered your life and you were terrified of what he’d do to you.

Would he get angry? Blame you? Finally give into his anger and hit you? He’d never done it before but you felt like he was close to it sometimes.

You worried if he was too delusional to think properly, to see how this wasn’t your fault.

Once he had finished you didn’t dare look at the bloodied body. Was he dead? Knocked out? Still conscious and feeling everything your boyfriend had inflicted on him?

You didn’t have time to find out before your boyfriend violently tugged on your wrist and lead you back towards the stadium.

He was walking in a different direction than you expected, he was taking you underneath the bleachers where who knows what goes on.

He was mumbling to himself, you didn’t hear much of it but what you did hear was along the lines of, “trying to have his way……unbelievable……like a piece of meat……my girl…….like some common whore…….dead by tomorrow……god damn faggot.”

You were terrified.

“Hey…I…I didn’t try to-I wasn’t. I tried to get away from him.” You explained.

The two of you were underneath the bleachers now, be pushed you against one of the metal posts. There were scattered cigarettes and joints everywhere, the floor was slightly muddy and a broken mirror laid a few feet from the two of you.

“Did I ever say I blamed you?! God you really are dense huh?!” He raged. He only implied you were dumb when he was truly pissed. “God I should go back there now and finish him while he’s down.” He was squeezing your arms so tightly, you knew they would be bruised.

He quickly shot his hand inside of your underwear and shoved two fingers in your pussy, not bothering to prep you. That was what your little warm ups before the game were for anyways.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion but was quickly silenced when smashed his lips onto yours. He moved his fingers in and out of you while his tongue played with yours.

He managed to shake off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. He still had his football jersey on, you didn’t think he’d bother to take it off. When he fucked you out of rage he never usually took off all of your cloths, just to desperate to get to your pussy.

He practically ripped you away from where he had you pinned and turned you around. The two of you were facing the mirror now.

“Look away and I won’t hold back.” He threatened in your ear before continuing to fondle you.

‘Like he wasn’t going to already,’ you thought.

“Wait…wait not here!” You pleaded. “Someone might see.”

“If they do they won’t live to tell the tale.” He muttered, taking your shirt from your body and discarding it to the ground.

God, this man was capable of killing. You didn’t want to think about what he could do to you, how much he was holding back even while fucking you roughly. You were too scared to defy him. Too terrified to do anything other than what he demanded.

Would he get fed up with you one day and end up killing you? You didn’t know. You didn’t want to think about it. All you could do was take what he put out like an obedient slave.

He tore your jeans and underwear off, leaving you in only a bra. Be grabbed you by your hips which caused you to lean over slightly, the two of you still standing up.

He took a fistful of your hair and thrusted into you.

“AAH-” you yelp, squeezing your eyes shut.

He began to thrust into you at a rapid pace, his grunts and groans filling your ears while you desperately tried to keep your voice as quiet as possible.

He took hold of the underside of your jaw and leaned his lips to the lobe of your ear. “Eyes. Up.” He told you.

You quickly did as he said, looking up to the mirror where you saw him relentlessly fucking into you.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you took it.

“God, look at you, my fucking angel.” He whispered before placing a kiss to your cheek and peppering your shoulder with love bites.

He abruptly stopped his movements and moved the two of you two your knees, you kept a firm gaze on the mirror while he held you up against his chest where he began to thrust into you again. He reached his hand around and began to circle your clit with his middle finger.

The feeling was euphoric. He wasn’t speaking as much as he usually did, he wasn’t even degrading you which was different. Usually when the two of you would have rough sex he’d degrade you until you were crying, but he wasn’t this time despite his rough actions.

“Oh…oh god!” You whined.

“Yeah, yeah just keep whining for me. Keep looking beautiful like that.” His eyes seemed to be staring into your soul through the mirror.

Eventually he got bored with the position and flipped you over and slammed you onto the dirt ground.

“Goddamnit! You see what you do to me?!” And he thrusted back into you. He held your legs open for him while his pace only seemed to grow rougher.

“Wait! Wait you’re…ah~ you’re going too-too fast!”

“Am I? To bad baby, you’re gonna take it. I know you like it. Stop trying to convince me that you don’t like our little sessions before and after my games. Your body betrays your mind love.”

A stray tear began to fall down your cheek but the man above you bent down and quickly licked it up before it could get far. He let out a moan and uttered your name into your ear.

You couldn’t help but clench around him when you heard that, only making him more eager.

“Look at me.” He ordered, not giving you a choice since he just grabbed your face and turned you to look at him directly in the eye.

“You belong to me. Nobody else. You only talk to me, only look at me, only touch me, only think of me. Everything you do from here on out will only involve me.” He went on and on about how he wanted to be the only person, only thing in your life.

You felt trapped, and not just by his arms that caged your body, this man had practically took you prisoner. And nobody noticed.

If this was his reaction to someone else trying to take you away from him…you seriously didn’t want to see what he was willing to do if you, yourself tried to get away. All you could do was take it…like he said.

Unfortunately for you he made it so easy to take. The way he thrusted. The way he connected his body to yours. You wished he was more selfish, you wished he was more concerned with his own pleasure, at least then it would make it easier to hate when he fucked you like this.

But he was just so good at it. Giving you attention. Making sure you felt good to, even if it was a little painful at times.

He was even, I guess you could say ‘considerate’ when he was pissed off. If he was just fucking you to let off some steam he never left you unsatisfied, even if he came first. If he came first and was all fucked out but you still had yet to finish, he’d go down on you until you were shivering underneath him.

This time was no different. As he thrusted into you, waves of pleasure washed over your body. It almost felt as if the ocean water was crashing down on you.

“I love you.”

And that sent you over the edge. You didn’t expect to react that way. Those three words, he had never said them to you before. You never expected him to. You thought you were just some toy.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly as your body shook violently from the intense orgasm those words caused you to have.

It was humiliating.

He continued to fuck himself into you for only a few more seconds before he finished himself, your own orgasm sending him over the edge.

“Ah~ Ah-oh fuck! Oh shit! Ah…baby…aah….hmmm.” He groaned.

The two of you stayed still for a minute, simply enjoying each other’s warmth. He was at least.

This man…this man who took you, took your innocents, took your body, stole you away from your friends and family, isolating you from them. This greedy greedy man whom you hated, and now look at you. Desperately cling on to him like he was your life line. As if you’d fall if you let go of him.

Pathetic.

Truly pathetic.

But in his eyes, it was beautiful. He had won. He caught you, and now you were his. Only his.

The group of men, friends since high school, football buddies, best men in each other’s weddings, Erik Stevens, Florian, John, and Anthony, were all out for their weekly golfing trip.

Erik opted for a comfortable look. A white Tom Ford polo, khaki pants, Travis Scott 1 Highs, a gold Rolex on his wrist, gold chain around his neck, and a fitted sports hat. He drove himself and a drunk Anthony to hole one to meet up with John and Florian who were already there and discussing sports.

“Wussup niggas” Erik stepped off the golf cart and grabbed his golf club. Custom gold Honma Beres set. They were Eriks favorite clubs. His wife, Layla purchased them for their two year wedding anniversary a few months back.

“Took y’all asses long enough” John gave Erik some dap and he returned it to Florian.

“Blame this nigga. He already sipped down three margaritas and two beers”

Anthony stumbled over to the group with a large cheesy smile on his face. His eyes were covered with dark Oakley shades.

“Don’t hate me cause you ain’t me”

“You dumb” John laughed.

Florian’s Apple Watch buzzed on his wrist and he glanced down at it.

“Must be wifey” Erik examined the green before standing to take his position.

“She misses me. She keeps calling my phone”

“Ignore her ass. It’s guys day!” Anthony wrapped his arm around Florian and Johns shoulders.

“Don’t listen to this fool” John playfully punched Anthony in the stomach and a fight ensued.

“Aight. Y’all about to get us kicked out” Erik swung his club, hitting the ball, and landing near the hole.

“Yes!”

“Wait wait wait…Let me show y’all these pictures wifey sent me from her girls trip over the weekend,” Anthony pulled his phone out. “When I tell y’all I was ready to pull up…I was ready to pull up on her ass!”

“Daaamn!” The men said in unison. Pictures of Anthony’s wife, Lauryn, on a beach with a thong bottom and her breasts out.

“Fuck…Her ass would stay pregnant. Ass all out and shit. Titties showing…” Erik said.

“Erik, you a nasty nigga” Anthony laughed.

“Right, man. That’s his wife” John pulled his phone out to show his wife, Jacqueline, Layla’s sister. Pictures and a video of her doing yoga in the living room and stretching her body out. All the men groaned and Erik shook his head.

“See…you showing us this shit but you don’t want us to say what’s on our minds,” Erik laughed.

“Say it then”

“I would fuck her thick ass in all those positions. She flexible and shit. I’d eat her pussy while she doing that downward dog. I bet y’all sex is nasty. She be telling Layla some shit”

John and Anthony shared a laugh.

“Yeah…I bend her up sometimes”

“Sometimes. Nigga, all the time!”

“Let’s see wifey, Flo”

Florian smiled thinking about his wife, Dionne. He pulled up a video of her in the club from a few nights back. She had on the smallest dress that barely covered her ass. She was dancing on him and her dress kept riding up but Florian would grab it and pull it back down. Dionne touched her toes and showed the camera her pussy before Florian cut the video.

All the men looked each other. Quiet, until a smile crept up on Erik and Anthony’s face.

“Nigga got a lil’ freak a leak on his hands. I bet you gave her ass the pipe that night. With a pussy that fat, why wouldn’t you?”

Florian put his phone away and started laughing.

“I fucked her good that night. She couldn’t get out of bed the next morning”

“My man!!” Anthony dapped him up and slapped his back.

“Erik you doing all that talkin’ let’s see my sister in law” John looked at him.

Erik grinned and eagerly grabbed his phone. These niggas wanted to see something, he had the perfect video.

“It’s nasty. If y’all don’t want to see wifey like this, look away” no one turned away so Erik pressed play on the loud video.

The video started with Layla on her knees on the bedroom floor. She was looking up at Erik with a big smile on her face. Her hazel eyes stared into his.

“What you smiling for? Grab this fucking dick and put it in your mouth. Slob on my shit” Erik roughly grabbed her top bun and pulled on it, forcing his big dick in his wife’s face. Layla grabbed it and with her eyes still on Erik, she took his 10 1/2 inches down her throat. Erik let out a deep moan. “Princess with a throat full of dick. I can feel your throat gripping on my shit. Suck it for daddy…make daddy buss a big one down your throat” “Mhm” Layla moaned and began sucking his dick. Mouth moving slowly then quickly over his shaft. From the angle, you could see Layla dipping her finger in and out of her pussy. Her nipples were so hard. “Daddy loves you, baby. So fuckin’ much!” Erik grabbed the back of her neck and fucked her face. Layla’s eyes rolled shut as she sat there being used up. “Fuckin’ slut. Letting daddy use your throat however he wants to,” Erik slapped her in the face and Layla opened her wide eyes. “Look at me when I’m fucking you! You know better, girl” “Sorry” she choked out through all the spit and throat stuffing. “Open the fuck up. You know what time it is” Layla opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out while playing with Eriks balls. Erik jerked his dick and moaned until he covered his wife’s face with his sticky white cum. Layla smiled, eyes all watery, and smeared the cum all over her cheeks and tongue. Erik leaned in to kiss her and the video shut off. “Yo…” John had to walk away.

“That was some nasty shit! Y’all fuck like that every night?” Anthony asked.

“Hell yeah. My baby loves that shit. Makes her pussy extra wet”

“You ever call her a bitch?”

Erik snorted.

“Of course. She asks me to. I call her whatever she wants me to call her to make sure she gets a nut every single time. She deserves that”

“Teach me some shit. Dionne hates being called names” Florian said.

“Some women are different. If your sex is nasty enough, she won’t care what you call her. It takes some getting used to though”

“Nah, but that shit was hot. I see lil’ Layla. She got a mouth on her. The quietest one and she a undercover freak” Anthony grinned.

“Don’t get fucked up nigga”

John walked back over shaking his head.

“Y’all record every time?”

“Depends. We like fucking to our own videos though”

“I need to step my game up”

“I know what y’all problem is, Flo and John. Y’all too scared to be too rough. Set a safe word and fuck her lil’ ass up till she use it. Thank me later. Especially Jacqueline. I know she just like her freak ass sister. She’ll like that shit”

••••••

After golf, the men went out to grab some food near the water. They all sat around smoking cigars and drinking cognac.

“…so yeah, we’ll see” Florian finished his conversation with Anthony.

“Are the women together?” Anthony asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m drunk but I had the most fucked up idea…” Anthony was all teeth as he smiled and sipped his drink.

“Okay…can’t be more fucked up than you still wearing those stupid ass shades”

“Wife swap. We got some bad ass women. We surprisingly find each other’s wives to be sexy as hell. Erik already said he’d fuck all of them,”

The men all laughed.

“I was just saying…” Erik mumbled.

“So why not fuck each other’s wives? It could be like a orgy. We take the women on a trip or some shit and we fuck all over the house. Then we go back to normal like nothing ever happened”

“You crazy” John finished off his drink and lifted the cigar to his lips.

“You don’t want Erik fucking Jacqueline’s tight pussy?”

“Hell no! So she can look at him during family dinners?”

They all laughed.

“So how do we know who we get?”

“Let the women choose…”

••••••

Layla, Jacqueline, Dionne, and Lauryn, were at day spa enjoying themselves. Layla and Dionne were getting Brazilian waxes while Jacqueline and Lauryn got facials.

“How’s it been being married to Florian?” Layla asked.

“I love it. He’s so sweet and attentive. Plus the sex is amazing. Like out of this world amazing”

The girls giggled.

“I’m so happy for you. He is a sexy man”

“Girl, exactly. And his dick…let me stop. Clearly I’ve had too many drinks”

Layla’s phone buzzed and she grabbed it from the side table and seen Erik was calling her.

“Hey baby”

“Hey princess. I miss you”

“I miss you too”

“You must be around people. Normally you call me daddy…”

“Sorry…I’m at the spa with the girls”

“Jacqueline, Lauryn, and Dionne?”

“Mhm”

“That’s perfect. When can y’all meet us somewhere?”

“An hour maybe?”

“That works. I’ll send you the address”

“Okay daddy” she whispered and Erik laughed.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a Brazilian wax”

“Mmm” he groaned. “Getting that pussy right for daddy? You leaving a little hair just how I like it?”

“Mhm. I got it shaped like a heart”

“Fuck…I can’t wait to see it baby”

“I can’t wait to see you”

“Bye, baby”

Erik hung up and looked at the guys.

“They’ll meet us in an hour. Y’all better figure out who you want”

••••••

After the girls got done at the spa. Lauryn drove everyone to her house so they could all get dressed. Short dresses and high heels, it’s what their men liked to see and what they loved to wear.

A car drove them to the location that Erik had sent. It was a bar type setting near the ocean and they had a private outdoor section in the back to give them privacy. Anthony waited outside for them to arrive and smiled big when he seen the car pull up out front.

“Oooo, baby!” Lauryn wanted to jump on Anthony the moment she seen him. Tall, dark, handsome.

“Hey baby. You look amazing” he leaned in to kiss her neck. Layla caught herself staring a little too long and Anthony noticed. He grinned and winked at her while kissing his wife’s neck and Layla stood there shocked. He did it right in front of Lauryn even though she couldn’t see it.

“Follow me, ladies”

The women followed behind Anthony and the men sang their praises. Complimenting them and showing their affection.

“Damn baby. Get over here” Erik grabbed Layla by her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Layla quickly fixed her dress.

“I missed you all day, daddy”

“Daddy missed you more. Let daddy see that pretty waxed pussy” Erik went to grab at Layla’s dress but she stopped him.

“Daddy, there’s people here” she looked around and everyone was preoccupied with their spouse. Florian had Dionne on his lap. Jacqueline was on Johns lap. Lauryn was on Anthony’s lap.

“So. They not paying us no attention. Let me see, just once baby” Erik bit her neck and that automatically made Layla obey him. It was her weak spot.

With her legs thrown over his, Layla lifted the front of her short black slip dress to show Erik her waxed pussy with a little heart on it. She had no panties on and Anthony glanced over and seen everything. He let out a deep groan that Lauryn assumed was for her.

Layla put her dress back down and looked over to see Anthony just staring at her as Lauryn sat on his lap facing towards him. They stared at each other for what seemed like a while until Erik kissed her shoulder.

“Need a drink?”

“Yes…a couple”

“Order whatever” Eriks fingers trailed up her inner thighs. They sat directly across from Anthony and Anthony was watching Erik tease her.

“Okay” she looked though the menu with a smile. Erik slowly spread his wife’s legs, purposely showing Anthony her pussy. They shared a look and Anthony pulled up Lauryn’s dress, showing Erik her fat ass. Erik sucked his fingers and rubbed up and down Layla’s pussy, spreading her lips and dipping his fingers into her wet. Anthony smacked Lauryn’s ass and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them, and massaging them so Erik could have a glance at her wet pussy. Lauryn squirmed in his lap and moaned in his ear.

“Pull my dress down, Anthony”

“Can’t nobody see nothing. You good, baby”

“I feel you getting hard. Are you good?”

He glanced over at Erik and Layla. She had her face in his neck as he fingered her slowly.

“Nah. We might need to go to the bathroom right quick”

“Okay”

Anthony pulled Lauryn’s dress down and they walked to the bathroom.

“Erik…” Layla tried closing her legs but Erik wouldn’t let her.

“No”

“Please…please. I’m going to cum and I don’t…fuck…I don’t want to do it right here. Please, daddy” she begged.

“Fine” he pulled his fingers from her pussy and licked them. Dionne would occasionally look over to see Erik and Layla’s activity without Florian noticing. Seeing them be sexual to this extreme in public made her pussy throb. She wished Florian would do something like that to her but she was too afraid to ask.

Erik could see the lust in Dionne’s eyes when he looked over. Her lip was pulled between her teeth and her breathing was quick.

“Flo, let me holla at you for a second”

Erik and Florian stood up and walked away before returning soon after. Florian sat back next to Dionne and stared her in her eyes.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. I’m good” Dionne smiled.

“Look at me. You touching yourself?”

Dionne looked away from him but he grabbed her chin.

“If you wanted some dick, you could have just asked me. You know I’ll give it to you”

“I—“

“Ohhh, I know what you want. Get up” Florian stood up and waited for Dionne to get up. She stood up slowly and Florian walked her to the railing that overlooked the water. From Eriks angle, Florian bent Dionne over the railing and began fucking her right there. Right out in the open with a high chance of getting caught.

John was enjoying his many drinks and on his second cigar of the night. He was relaxed and not paying his friends any attention. Jacqueline had moved off his lap and into the chair beside him. She was already on her third mixed drink and it had her feeling relaxed and giggly. She thought it would be a good idea to play with her husbands dick under the table where no one could see, so she grabbed his heavy dick from his shorts and just stared at it in awe before spitting in her hand and slowly jerking him off.

“Mmmm” John groaned and looked at his wife with narrowed eyes.

“You like that?”

“You already know I do. Keep going”

Anthony and Lauryn were done in the bathroom and walked out just as the waiter was going to their section.

“Hold up, my man” Anthony stopped him.

“I was just going back to see if anyone needed refills”

“Yeah. Eight margaritas, eight shots of tequila. Let’s do four more cognacs and umm, a few more cigars”

“Any food?”

“Right…You can ask us after we get the drinks”

“Okay. I’ll be back”

“Thank you”

Anthony held hands with Lauryn as they walked back to their section. Everything seemed normal. Layla was sitting next to Erik and they were talking about something. Florian and Dionne were by the railing kissing. John and Jacqueline…they were definitely in the middle of something.

“We got more drinks on the way and some shots for the ladies” Anthony sat down and Lauryn sat next to him.

“Y’all done running off to fuck?” Erik laughed and him and Anthony shared a smile.

“I couldn’t help myself. Look at my baby. Sexy as hell. Ass all fat. I had to get one out”

“You got two out, daddy”

Erik nearly spit his drink out when he heard that.

“What?” Lauryn laughed.

“Nothing. Anthony never told me that you call him daddy”

“Oh you think you’re the only daddy around here? Layla told me all about that. She’s your little princess and you’re her daddy. I love that”

“Shit, me too” Anthony looked at Layla who blushed and turned her head.

Florian and Dionne walked back to the table and Dionne was silent. Erik let out the loudest laugh.

“You gon’ be a good girl now? He got you right?” Erik winked at her.

“Yes” Dionne looked at Florian.

“She knows who’s daddy. Right, baby?”

“You are”

“That’s right” Florian leaned in to kiss her.

“Y’all just nasty as hell! Came here for food and drinks and everybody fucking” Anthony laughed.

“Let me know when you’re coming and I’ll sit on it. I wanna have your baby so bad” Jacqueline moaned to John who couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he felt his dick twitch in his wife’s hands.

“Sit on it, Jacqueline. All the way on this shit”

“Okay” Jacqueline stood up and lowered herself onto her husbands thick dick. She let out a loud moan and rocked her hips.

“Fuck”

“Cum in me. Get me pregnant, daddy”

The waiter walked in and Erik cleared his throat so John knew to chill out.

“Here’s your drinks. Is anyone ready to order food?”

As they began to order, John looked into Jacqueline’s eyes and smiled.

“You wanna have my baby?”

“Yes”

John grabbed her hips and came so hard inside her. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from being loud. Jacqueline fell into his neck and whimpered in his ear.

“And for you two?” The waiter asked John.

“Let me do the chicken fingers and fries with barbecue sauce and she’ll do the steak, medium well with a side of mashed potatoes”

“Got it. I’ll put this in and be back”

“Nigga, chicken fingers?” Erik laughed.

“I been wanting those for a while now”

“If y’all done, can we start this conversation?”

John and Jacqueline ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up then joined their friends at the table again. The appetizers came out and Anthony gained their attention to talk.

“So we asked y’all ladies to meet us because we had an idea but we needed to hear what y’all think about it…”

“Okay” they said.

“We wanted to do a wife swap. We exchange wives for the duration of a trip and—“

“Are we sleeping with another man?” Layla asked.

“Yes you are, Layla” Anthony stared at her. “Different men during the trip. You’ll get to sleep with all of us at least once,”

Layla looked at Erik and he rubbed her back.

“Y’all know us. We grew up together, we been friends for a while now. We trust each other and we trust y’all. All of us find each one you to be sexy. We already talked before y’all got here and we really want to do this. Of course we don’t have to. We don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable or forced. If it’s not for you then we don’t have to do it”

“Are we allowed to say what we want or…” Lauryn started.

“Hey it’s an open discussion. Say whatever you want. You won’t offend me, baby”

“Well I’m down for this idea. I’ve always wanted to feel Johns lips on my pussy. Sorry, Jacqueline” Lauryn laughed. Johns eyes went wide and he smiled.

“I’d be honored to do that for you, Lauryn” John winked at her.

“I’ll fuck any one of y’all so I’m good” Erik kissed Layla’s forehead.

“I was always interested in seeing what Florian could do…” Jacqueline smiled and Florian grinned.

“Layla? Dionne?”

Layla blinked at Erik shyly.

“Florian, you want to do this?” Dionne asked.

“Only if you want to”

Erik kissed Layla and moved her hair away from her face.

“How you feel baby?”

“Is this what you want to do?”

“I mean yeah, but only if you want to. If you don’t then I won’t”

“You won’t get mad about your friends sleeping with me?”

“Nah. I’ll be sleeping with their wives too…but don’t say this shit doesn’t turn you on. I know you want to fuck Anthony”

Layla looked embarrassed but Erik kissed her.

“It’s cool, he’s been wanting to fuck you too”

“Is that why he keeps looking at me?”

“Probably, yeah”

“I do have a crush on him”

“Ohhh Damn. He’s all yours then. I trust you, baby”

“We all good?” Anthony asked.

“We good over here” Erik said.

“We’re good too” Florian said.

Everyone was down for the plan. All that was left was to plan the trip.

“Let’s get started right now. Whoever we’re starting with, let’s finish dinner together then go home together” Erik suggested.

Layla looked at Erik and grabbed his hand.

“It’s aight, baby. Anthony will be a gentleman. I know it” they shared a final kiss before everyone stood up.

Lauryn walked over to John. Layla walked up to Anthony and he smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her neck.

“Hey, Beautiful”

“Hi”

“Relax some”

Jacqueline walked over to Florian and Dionne walks to Erik.

“Aight. So we can spend the night together. And we can meet up for brunch around 11?” Erik asked with his arm around Dionne’s waist.

“Sounds good” Florian and everyone else agreed. They finished their meal and paid before leaving.

“You okay?” Anthony asked Layla who was quiet.

“Just a little drunk” she smiled.

Anthony had an Uber take him and Layla back to his house. Anthony couldn’t wait to get his hands on Layla. He reached over and rubbed her thigh. Layla felt her heart race.

“You like that?” He voice was low.

“Yes”

“Come here” he grabbed Layla’s hand and pulled her onto his lap. Layla was nervous sitting on her husbands best friends lap. His dick was so thick against her bare pussy.

“You smell so good but you look even better” he buried his face in her neck and grabbed her hips.

“Anthony…fuck” Layla moaned when she felt Anthony’s tongue glide against her neck.

“You feel how hard I am?”

“Yes”

“All because of you. You been teasing me all night. I seen Erik fingering you at dinner. That pussy was wet”

“It’s still wet”

“Oh?” He slipped two fingers inside of her and pressed into her G-Spot. Layla let out a cry grabbed Anthony’s shoulders.

“So fuckin’ wet”

“We’re here” the Uber driver said. Anthony helped Layla out and tipped the driver a good amount in cash. He grabbed Layla’s hand and led her into his house…