Daniella and her husband, Ken, had been yearning for a break from their busy and monotonous lives. Their careers had taken a toll on their relationship, leaving little time for intimacy and connection. Determined to rekindle their love and reignite the passion that had brought them together in the first place, they decided to embark on a luxurious vacation to a secluded tropical paradise.
My fiancée was inappropriately dressed for the party, and she didn’t care; her reason for accompanying me was so I didn’t feel incongruous being alone. Daniella would have rather stayed in bed and painted her nails while listening to SZA on her phone. She reminded me that she was doing me the favour, and I should be glad she was sticking by me, or else.
Plenty of eyes were on her when we arrived. Her outfit was tight and revealing. But Daniella didn’t care; she basked in flaunting herself whenever she could. I was her opposite, dressed in a conservative jacket and khaki pants, looking like a teen about to get adopted. Daniella had the body of a goddess, while I looked like something the Lord pitifully assembled in his lab before shipping me off to my parents at the last minute.
The party was for a buddy of mine who was soon to get married. It was meant to be an end-all-party. An hour into it, I was wishing I was someplace else. Daniella did her best to keep up appearances, smiling when necessary, though I could tell she, too, was itching to leave. I decided to give it another half hour, and if things didn’t improve, then we were bolting for the door.
Halfway into the hour, a tall black man in a business suit approached our table. He had a shaved head and looked quite debonair, almost like he’d lost his way and arrived at the party by accident.
“Hi, I’m Brad,” he addressed me and shook my hand; his hand nearly swallowed mine. He was all confidence and no slouch. “I would love to ask if you wouldn’t mind me cutting a rug with your lady here,” he indicated at Daniella. “It would make my day if you agree.”
I was nearly tongue-twisted, having never been approached like this before. Even Daniella was astounded by the man’s bold attitude. I got to learn later that she was sexually enticed by it, too.
Daniella glanced at her husband, her eyes searching his face for answers. Ken’s expression mirrored her own mixture of hesitation and intrigue. They held each other’s gaze, wordlessly communicating their shared curiosity and desire for something more.
Finally, Ken turned to Brad, a small smile forming on his lips. “We’re open to new experiences, Brad. Tell us more about this adventure you propose.”
To. Be continued in the confines of slay my lingerie
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