Free Fantasy by Keisha Ervin

frame, making her body look long and sensual. Her long red weave was slicked back and pinned in a neat little bun at the nape of her neck.
    Stirring a pot of pasta, Ricky swayed side to side while singing along with the music, “ Let me cater to you, ’cause baby this is your day. Do anything for my man, baby, you blow me away. I got your slippers, your—”
    “Look at my princess,” Quentin said, startling Ricky. “Hi, sweetie. You scared me I didn’t here you come in.” She sashayed over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she placed a nice wet kiss on his lips.
Tasting her lip, he could tell that she’d been drinking vodka. The sweet smell of her perfume made his erection grow. “You smell so good,” he said fondling her breast.
Stepping back, Ricky told him, “And you smell so sweet. Come on, your bath is waiting.”
“ My bath is waiting ? What is this all about? Don’t get me wrong; I like it and all—”
Ricky placed her finger on his lips, quieting him. “Baby relax. Aren’t you listening to the song? Tonight I just want to cater to you.” She grabbed him by the hand and led him up the stairs.
Upstairs, in the master bathroom Ricky poured exotic bath salts and oils into the bubbling water while Quentin undressed. Ricky placed a fluffy towel, fresh out of the dryer, next to the oversized tub. She placed a neatly folded pair of his pajamas on the vanity.
The combination of the hot water and the jets relaxed Quentin’s aching muscles as soon as his body slid into the tub. “Where’re you going? You not getting in here with me?” he asked Ricky as she turned to leave the bathroom.
“I have to go down and finish your dinner. When you finish, come down and have a seat in the formal dining room.”
Excited by the possibilities of what the night was to bring, Quentin didn’t stay in the bath long. After fifteen minutes in the tub he got out, dried off, and slipped into the navy blue pajamas that Ricky had laid out for him. Once in the dining room Quentin sat in his usual seat at the head of the table.
Ricky walked in carrying a huge plate of Quentin’s favorite dish, shrimp and lobster Alfredo. Leaning over to place his plate in front of him, she cleverly placed her cleavage right in his face. His dick became erect all over again. Taking advantage of the moment, he kissed the fleshy part of her right breast, which was exposed. He went a little further, licking her chest and palming her bare ass.
It was feeling so good that Ricky was finding it hard to resist, but it wasn’t a part of her plan so she had to pull away. “Hmm. Not yet, baby.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to enjoy your meal first. Now what would you like to drink with you meal.”
“Bring me a Hennessy, li’l mama.”
Ricky went over to the small bar area and returned to the table with a tall glass. “Here you go, sweetie, with two ice cubes just the way you like it. I’ll be upstairs if you need anything else.”
“You’re not eating with me?”
“No, I’m not hungry for food right now.” Ricky winked her eye while licking her lips. As she turned to walk away, Quentin gave her a smack on the ass and watched the wonderful jiggling effect. “Hmm you know I like it like that, daddy ,” Ricky said with a sexually charged laugh. “When you’re finished eating, meet me in the bonus room.”
Quentin’s eyes were fixated on her ass until she was out of sight.
Filled with so much anticipation Quentin only ate half the food on his plate. After tossing back his drink he stood up, ready to see what his wife had in store for him. Trying his best to stay smooth and composed, he walked up the stairs slowly. When he got to the bonus room at the end of the hall the door was cracked. Quentin peered in and smiled at what he saw.
Ricky had changed into a pink see-through, lace, micro-mini dress from Victoria’s Secret . She’d unpinned her hair and her long red tresses hung down to the middle of her back. In the center of the room Ricky