Free You're the One I Want by Shane Allison

me. Now get ready for bed.” Bree pulled off my boots and set them neatly in a corner of the bathroom. “Here, lean on me.” We made our way to the bed where she pulled the thick, rose-printed comforter over me. “Do you believe what your uncle told you?”
    â€œUncle Ray-Ray has never lied to me. It took Deanthony coming home to get the truth. I mean, why? Why did Mama keep this a secret from me for so many years?”
    â€œWhat are you going to do?”
    â€œI really don’t know at this point. I don’t want to think about it.”
    â€œMaybe you need something to take your mind off of all that.” I felt Bree’s hand on my dick. “It’s time for me to give you your birthday present.”
    Bree slid her fingers under the straps of her negligée, causing the blush-pink silk to slide from her apple butter-brown breasts. “Let’s see if I can get your mind off the craziness of what happened today.”
    Our lips came together in ravenous kisses. Bree’s skin was as soft as Georgia cotton. Her breasts were like pillows against my chest. My dick rose into a hard salute from its limp position when the lips of her pussy grazed against the head of my dick. She reached behind, taking me gently into her palm, and guided me inside her. My wife felt slick-wet, warm. I held onto her hips as she rode me like a stallion. Damn, the sounds that were coming out of her as her pussy hugged my ten inches.
    â€œFeels…so good,” she moaned.
    I switched our positions: Bree’s body under me, my dick stretching her walls. Fuck yeah. Bree roped her legs behind the back of my thighs as I plunged my dick in. Sweet, juicy pussy. Bree clawed at my back like the wild minx she was. I threw this dick up in Tangela hard. No. Fuck, I meant Bree. Why was I thinking about Tangela? Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking of her and that night in the living room, her sin-red lips around my dick, deep-throating. I shut my eyes as Bree fucked me, yet Tangela’s face crept in. I prayed I wouldn’t call her name out while I was fucking Bree. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, but kept coming, running through my dirty mind. The taste of her pussy, my fingers easing in and out of her.
    â€œBaby, you okay?” Bree asked.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIt just feels like you’re not with me right now.”
    â€œI’m right where I want to be, baby. With you.”
    The visions of Tangela weren’t going to stop, dancing around in my head like dirty sugar plums. I thought if I quickened my thrusts, if I fucked my wife hard enough, then maybe the thoughts of my eating out Tangela would dissipate, but with every hard thrust, the vision of Tangela looking up at me with my dick in her mouth strengthened. It was like there wasn’t anything I could do. I was doing well so far in keeping the name of my wife’s best friend out of my mouth. I felt myself nearing climax, so I pumped harder, faster inside her. I exploded within minutes. We came together in kisses, skin touching sweat-soaked skin.
    â€œI’m going to take a shower. You can join me if you want,” I said.
    I had plenty of questions that were in need of answers and I was damn sure going to get them.

11
TANGELA
    W hen I pulled in front of Mama Liz’s house, Deanthony’s black Avalanche truck was parked behind her ugly, silver PT Cruiser. I mean, damn, I don’t know anybody black who drives a PT Cruiser. I parked in front of the house so I wouldn’t block anyone in. Judging from the black-and-white tag that was pinned at the rear of the truck, it was a rental. The aroma of ham hocks filled the summer air as I walked toward the front door. I could hear Judge Judy running her mouth from the flat-screen, fifty-inch LG TV that Kashawn bought her last year for Mother’s Day. The TV was so loud, I wouldn’t have been surprised that the whole neighborhood could hear it. Mama Liz came to