Free Ladies Listen Up by Darren Coleman

beyond the physical spoke to me while we sat talking in that booth in the Presidents’ Lounge. I realized that I had a purpose and a reason for meeting her. For the first time, a woman was telling me the reason behind the problem in her marriage, and for some reason, I felt compelled to help instead of trying to take advantage. I told her everything that I imagined her husband was going through. “Jo, you probably have no idea how hard it is for a man to work and feel unfulfilled.”
    I explained to her that she needed to understand her husband’s reluctance to accept a job at which he felt underpaid and undervalued. “I’m living it every day. The only thing that keeps me showing up is the kids. And once I get to the point where they aren’t enough to keep me from being miserable, then I’ll have to leave, too.”
    I advised her to tell her husband that it was okay if he wanted to make a career change at forty, but just explain to him that she was tired and needed his help taking care of the finances before theirsavings disappeared completely. I then explained that a great way to do this and get what she wanted without attacking his manhood would be to simply make him believe that her biggest concern was to get behind him and support him. “I’m not trying to stereotype you, but it seems that black women don’t really understand how much we need their support. Especially if it means making yourselves uncomfortable. That’s not unconditional love. That’s ‘I’ll love you as long as you don’t make me uncomfortable,’ and that’s not right. Sounds like that man lost his way when he lost that high-paying job. You weren’t hard to find when he was bringing home that cash.” I smiled at her. “You were at the mall.” I laughed. “Don’t be hard to find. Help him find his way or just stick by him while he does.”
    When I finished speaking there were tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
    She loved my advice and began to say “thank you” over and over again. “You’re right. In fact, no one’s ever been more right, as far as I’m concerned.” She waved to the waiter. “I want to pay this, please,” she said, waving the small tray with the check when he came over.
     
    “You know, I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband. Not once since we’ve been married.”
    I don’t know why she said it at this point. We’d kissed in the elevator on the way up like two teenagers and now she was lying back on her bed with nothing but her bra on. She hadn’t worn panties with the dress. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know what to say. Congratulations, I thought.
    My shirt was now off and I slipped out of my pants to reveal myerection making a tent out of my underwear. “Mmm, wow,” she said. Even in the dark, she could see that I was blessed. “Let me see it.”
    I moved toward her and pulled my underwear down. She reached for it and began to caress it. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered. She was still really tipsy. I was drunk, but still strong. My body was used to performing while drunk and I moved closer and pulled her head slightly toward my dick. “Kiss it.”
    She looked at me in shock. For a moment I thought I’d gone too far. This woman was classy and professional, and here I was, about to treat her like a whore. I really didn’t have another mode. Either I didn’t know how to make sweet love to a woman or I’d convinced myself long ago that women didn’t really want that. That shit was for the movies.
    To my surprise, Jo opened her mouth and took me inside. Her mouth felt good the second she began to suck. When she began to use her tongue on the tip, a shiver went up my spine. I wanted to lie on my back. I said, “Hold up.” Before I could climb on the bed, she stopped me.
    “Do you have a condom?”
    “Of course,” I said calmly, and reached into my pants and grabbed my wallet. I pulled two Lifestyles out and climbed onto the bed. Jo guided me onto my