Fool You Twice

With the music playing soft strains of an Alicia Keys ballad, Mel bathed her body and pretended to be a queen preparing to meet her king. She ran the soap over her body, paused to play with herself, then finished soaping her legs. Once she was satisfied her skin was smooth, she stood and stepped out of the tub, carefully keeping her gaze away from the mirror. No need to spoil my mood with a grim sight of reality. Instead, she toweled down her body, closing her eyes to imagine Derrick doing the drying. Once dried, she pulled the new negligee from one of the bags and held it up for inspection. Ignoring the sizing information on the tag, she quickly slid into the sleepwear and fluffed her hair. Yeah, right. Like anyone ever slept in a nightie like this.

“Okay, Derrick. Time to come home and play.” She sidestepped the bags and clothing on the floor, drew her body to her full height and adjusted her girls. “Tonight’s the night, ladies. We are giving our man the time of his life. When I get through with him, he’ll beg me to marry him.”

With what she hoped was an alluring smile on her lips, she turned and started down the hall toward the bedroom. Her heart pounded with anticipation, making her hurry. Should she light the candles now? Or wait until she heard him at the front door?

An odd sound brought her up short, dropping her hand away from the bedroom doorknob. She remained motionless, waiting to hear the sound again and didn’t have long to wait. A second giggle drifted from inside the room.

What the hell? Does Derrick have a girl in our bedroom? Although they’d agreed on an open relationship, they’d had an understanding that none of those outside flings could move inside their apartment. No one, other than themselves, would ever touch the silk sheets on their bed. Would Derrick break our agreement? And if so, is this the first time? Or has he broken it before?

She took a deep breath and tried to find another conclusion. Maybe it’s the television? No. We don’t have a television in the bedroom. Maybe he has the radio on? He loves having music playing in the bedroom. But why did I hear a giggle? Could the voice be that of the radio show’s host? She bit her lip, trying to make the excuse work and failed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t believe the lie.

Tears sprang to her eyes, but she managed to pull herself together and wipe them away before they took control. Holding her head high, she placed her hand on the knob and turned it. The door swung open easily, making no sound.

I wonder why I didn’t hear both of them?

A cold anger swept through her body as she stood in the doorway, staring at the scene on the bed—their bed. Derrick braced his body on his knees with a woman’s legs wrapped around his waist. That woman lay on her back as he pounded into her while a second woman balanced on her knees in front of him, straddling the first woman’s head. Whore Number One’s tiny breasts bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts while she held onto the legs of Whore Number Two. Whore Number Two held onto the headboard of the bed with one hand, her eyes closed as Derrick fondled her breasts and growled encouragements to Whore Number One. WNO had her face pressed to WNT’s mound as though she’d never come up for air.

Although Mel knew Derrick played around, she wasn’t ready for this. Sure, she’d joined in on a few threesomes with Derrick before, but never at home. And never on the night she’d planned to propose. Something deep inside her broke apart and she knew she would never get involved in an orgy again. She was past all the swinging and she wanted more. More from her life and more from Derrick.

“Hey, sugar, were you expecting another player to the party?”