Free Hot Boyz by Marissa Monteilh

he’s slick. I saw that light bulb go off.”
    Later that evening, Mercedes was still stuck on the thought of the flashing camera. “Baby, doesn’t that bother you. I mean anywhere but at a strip club.”
    “You know I don’t go anywhere I don’t want to be seen. And there is nothing wrong with being seen with my wife.”
    “Okay then. If you say so.”
    “I say so.” Mason pressed the CD remote and the song “You Sure Love to Ball” by Marvin Gaye played on the surround sound stereo in Mason and Mercedes’s bedroom.
    Mason sang along, “Pretty little sexy mamma, you sure love to ball.” He watched his thick, curvy wife work her round hips in a sexy circle while he sat on the end of the bed. She removed her sheer lace lavender robe exposing her nudity and threw it on top of the round brass bedpost. She worked her moves with ease, almost as though she’d learned a few moves watching Mènage, the strip expert.
    Mason sang again, “Turn around, I’ll love you night and day.” He started to grab her and she backed away, doing a half turn move of her own, ending up with her ass to his face. “You’re my foxy lady,” he sang along with Marvin as though singing a duet.
    Mercedes lowered her body, putting her hands on her knees and stuck her butt out, gyrating it in Mason’s face. “Damn, that must be jelly because jam don’t shake like that,” he said. “That’s just the way I like it.” Mason could not contain himself. “Now you know I’m an ass man, baby. Don’t be so mean. Show ’em what you’re working with.” He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down as he lay on his back. She turned over and then sat up,gazing into his brown eyes as the next cut from the Bedroom Ballads CD started to play “It’s All Right” by Chante Moore.
    Mercedes felt Mason’s warm skin against her round, wide buttocks and rubbed herself against his pubic area back and forth, accompanied by his hands on her rear end to assist the grind. She threw her arms into the air, closed her eyes and sang, “Hello my love, before the sun rises, after it goes down, I love ya, I love ya, I say it over and over again, I love ya, hey, hey, hey. Relax your mind, we can be free together, take our time.”
    She silenced herself as she felt Mason’s finger exploring deep inside her moist walls while she straddled him and rubbed her P-bone on his hardness.
    “Oh, I’m going to take my time all right,” Mason said, moving in syncopation with his wife.
    After his wetness test, she said, “But I’d say I’m ready for you now, baby. What do you say?” She lowered her torso down to meet her husband’s upper body, exacting their chests nipple to nipple.
    “No, I think you need some more lubrication,” Mason suggested in a low tone.
    “Like what?”
    “Sit on my face, Cedes. Move on up here so I can taste you.”
    “Oh, baby, now you know what that does to me.”
    “Come on. Bring that leg on up over my shoulder,” he urged.
    Mercedes raised her body upward and straddled Mason’s face with her shaven cha-cha that always smelled of baby oil. She looked down between her smoldering legs and could only see his eyes—closed shut. She felt his mouth, warm and wet, accompanied by his long, strong tongue, protruding inside of her and licking her opening.
    “Mason, wait. For some reason, I can’t take this tonight.”
    Mason did not reply. He placed his hands on each of her butt cheeks and pushed her middle deeper into his face. Mercedes grabbed the headboard with tight-gripped palms to steady her body and her mind. Her legs began to quiver but she still tried to grind along with his expertise.
    “Uuhhhmh, Mason,” she groaned through the shivering lips ofher mouth, silenced by the sensation rushing to her tiny point as he flicked her pearl.
    Mason pulled his head back to adjust the pillow under his neck and then returned to pleasing his wife. Her licked her diamond and then sucked it, feeling her shudder and then moved