Almost every flatscreen television showed an American Football game. The ambient noise surrounded the two men sitting at the booth. Their table was covered with the typical foods found in a sports bar, buffalo seasoned wings, fries, carrots, celery, and mugs of beer.
A woman wearing revealing shorts strutted by. Wishfully, she looked back. Her eyes met the fair-skinned gentleman's hazel eyes. He nodded. She smiled just before sitting at the table with her friend.
Mark nudged Chima, "I think those sistas are trying to get our attention."
Chima stared at the television. He watched as the yellow flags littered the field, "Damn, pass interference," he grumbled.
Mark sucked his teeth, "You already know they are going to lose," he teased, "now check out the sistas."
Chima huffed, "I'm not concerned with anyone. I am married. And so are you," he reminded his friend.
"Oh, that's right, you like'em a lil clear."
He made a face, "Don't be silly man. That has nothing to do with anything. I am a black man whose wife happens to be white. There's nothing nefarious about that."
"Damn, you're pulling out the twenty-dollar words."
Chima chuckled, "I'm just saying. I have no issues with any race of woman. I'm not interested in those women because I have a good one at home."
Mark shook his head, "So, you're telling me, you've never thought about--"
Chima hesitated. His mind flashed to the one time he almost had an encounter. She was a pretty brown-skinned girl whom he met on a trip to Capetown, South Africa. But he managed to get out of the situation. He sighed, "I'm not saying I can't admit other women are beautiful. I'm just saying, my heart belongs to Ashlyn."
"You're built differently."
"Damn right. You need to get on my level."
"Oh, on your level. I hear you."
******
She was the prettiest thing she had ever created. Her skin was the color of cocoa. Her eyes were blue as a clear day's sky. Ashlyn caressed the top of her nine-month-old daughter's tightly coiled sandy brown hair.
Simone was fast asleep after a good meal and a fresh diaper. Ashlyn sighed. "I want to give you a brother or sister. And I will. One way or another."
She turned off the room light and instantly, a nightlight turned on. Ashlyn left the nursery and strolled to her grand bedroom which had a four-post king-sized bed. Laying in the center was her sexy ass husband with his hard cock gripped between his strong right hand, "I've been waiting for you."
She grinned, "I bet you have," she replied as she removed her clothes and joined him in the center of the bed.
Her hand gripped his bed snake. Her mouth could only take down the first five inches. She paused, stroked his rod, and hummed on his peaches before allowing her tongue to slide up and down the length of him. A small amount of precum appeared. Her tongue swiped it away.
