A Coffee Date

-Aaliyah-

"The barista is very handsome. Do you agree honey?" I asked Tristan, having noticed the smile that was plastered across his face as he arrived to our table, two lattes in hand.

"I mean, he isn't Gollum." Tristan deflected while chuckling at his joke.

"No, really babe, I'm serious. I mean, he at the very least must be funny. Right? I'm just saying, every time we come here you leave the register grinning like a kid with candy." I retorted.

Giving me a stern look he asked, "What is the end goal of these questions?"

Upset at what I felt to be avoiding my questions replied while slowly picking whipped cream from my lips, "I wanna try that dick out."

At this admission Tristan began to choke on his coffee. After allowing him to recompose himself I continued this path I had now resolved to walk, this plan I was quickly forming.

"Aaliyah, what about that man makes you think he is interested in women?" Tristan asked, confirming that he too believed that this chocolate man we were speaking of gives off a aura of sexuality that might not be towards my specific offering.

Moving my face from a frown to one of perplexment, I began, "So Tristan, are you saying that the Goddess that sits before you does not possess a beauty and energy that can attract anything within the universe?"

"Ali, that's isn't-" Tristan began before I cut him off.

"Don't worry about it baby because I can show you better than I can tell you. I'm gonna have that man ready to do what I want of him, just like I will use my powers to make you do the same."

We finished our coffee without much more excitement, the typical discussion of our itinerary for the remaining 14 hours of the day before returning home. As we both rose to leave, Tristan asked when did I plan on bending the barista to my will. With a wink, smile, and instructions for him to make it to work and back home safely I responded that I would start right then.

-Malachi-

Over the lowered opening chords of Childish Gambino's Redbone I hear "Hey Carmel Daddy" from a sultry voice. Not believing that this dog call could be for me, I continue washing mugs beside the brand-new Espresso machine I purchased.

Not happy with being ignored, this woman made it clear that I was the object of her affection. "Sir, you are the only other black person in here. So would you kindly turn around and let me speak my peace?"

Well I can't be mad at a woman who so clearly uses her communication skills. Turning around, I see a vision of beauty, colored in cinnamon skin, leaning over my counter. As I close the short distance between us, I use each of my four steps to admire and inventory what I see.

"Yes ma'am, my apologies for the delay, how can I assist you?" As the owner and operator of the coffee shop I strive to set an example for my few employees.

"Handsome and you have a nice voice. Can I have a pen and a business card please?" The woman asked.

As I grabbed both a pen and paper from the receipt printer, I handed them over stating, "Thank you for the compliment, and we do not have business cards. If something has gone wrong with your service today, I'd be happy to help you. I am the owner."

"All these wonderful surprises." She began writing on the paper. "Well Mister Shop Owner, I'm Aaliyah, what is your name?" Aaliyah asked sweetly.

"Nice to meet you Aaliyah, thank you for supporting Lattes & Literature. I am Malachi." I responded

With a smile and handing the pen and paper back to me, Aaliyah, with the confidence of a person who has never met a no that could not be turned into a yes says, "Well Malachi, my husband and I enjoy the atmosphere and products available, so thank you for opening. Beyond that, here is my number, I am looking for to the date we will be having in the near future, and I look forward to receiving a text from you tonight."

I do not believe that I have ever been approached by anyone this directly before. Hell, even the people who work for non-profit organizations and ask for donations give more small talk than Aaliyah has given me. As I open my mouth to respond, Aaliyah tells me how it looks as if my cashier could use my assistance, a few groups of people had walked in making the line to order longer than it may have ever been. As she reaches the door to exit, Aaliyah looks back to find me watching her and mouths the word 'Tonight'.

-Tristan-

As I walked into my bedroom, I was greeted to the sight of my wife giggling and smiling while looking into her phone.

"Hey Goddess, how was your day, and what has you laughing like a school girl over there?" I asked.

Aaliyah threw her phone to the side of the bed, and while crawling towards me "You sound a little jealous daddy. How about you tell me about your day while I have a side conversation with my friend first." she suggested.

Upon reaching me at the end of the bed Aaliyah began to unbuckle my belt. Knowing that there would be no need to argue and that she would share the events of her day once satisfied with her primary mission, I began to retell the events of the day. Every so often I would stumble over my words, particularly when Aaliyah would deep throat me and use her fingers to apply pressure right behind my scrotum. This woman's mouth can perform more tricks than the Harlem Globetrotters and probably demand more money.

"Baby, if you don't stop I'm going to cum!" I exclaimed, feeling all the tell-tell signs of my impending ejaculatory orgasm. Instead of stopping, my wife hummed a response and slid a finger into my ass. Had she not used her other hand to hold me up I swear that I may have fallen backward into a blissful injury. After coming back down from my high Aaliyah told me to go shower, sharing that she would go get my dinner out of the oven and tell me about her day.

"Thank you for the welcome home, tell whoever was on the other end of the phone that I said thank you for whatever they did to get you in that mood." I quipped

"T, don't act like I don't bless you often, unless you want to start going weeks without it opposed to work shifts." Aaliyah bit back. "Plus, Malachi already thanked me for the video. He said you have a nice dick and better moans." Adding after the fact.

"One, who the fuck-" Aaliyah quickly sat up and cut her eyes at me. "Who is Malachi?" I continued, "And what made you want to share your oral skills?"

"Don't act like you don't know your lil boyfriend's name Tristan, I never buy the coffee and every time we go for coffee Malachi, who is the owner I learned, is there and takes your order." She responded. "Furthermore motherfucker, if you want to go down this path of lying to me, I suggest you recollect how bad that turned out for you last time. Now, I know you. I pay attention to you. I don't give a fuck that you think that man is attractive, because I agree that he is."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, not because it was out of character for Aaliyah, but because I felt as if she was reading a page within me that I had not acknowledged existed. Without pausing to let me interject Aaliyah continued, " So what I would like from you my dear husband is for you to visit Latte's & Literature, and while placing your order allow yourself the space to process your interest, emotions, and flirt if you like."

"I love you, and yes I will open myself up to this new possibility." I declared. "Why are you pushing this?" I asked

The response Aaliyah shared surprised me as she began to rub my back, "Tristan, you know how much I pride myself on being open and honest with you? How much I push for us to be open and honest with each other." She paused to take another breath. "I believe that exploring your sexuality could be very beneficial for you, hell for the both of us."

Raising an eyebrow I questioned, "What makes you think that?"

Grabbing my hand Aaliyah continued on, "For starters Tristan, I believe that it could be extremely liberating for you. I've noticed how you have spoken of certain curiosities in passing, and I want you to know that it is okay for you to explore them; To truly understand yourself and what you like."

Choosing to listen and process her words before answering, I finally spoke, "I... I guess I have always been nervous about exploring those thoughts. It is not something that I have ever wanted to discuss."

Squeezing my hand to provide further reassurance Aaliyah stated "That is completely understandable T. I want you to think about the freedom that come with you embracing all of you, without fear of judgement. I want to empower you to explore, to discover what brings you joy and fulfillment. I want to watch and share that dick with you, because I am with the shits baybee!"

I could not help but join my wife in laughter at that last proclamation. I truly felt free with this woman, this Goddess, as she often called herself, they were damn near her pronouns.

"Beyond that my love, I believe that us taking this step together will strengthen our bond. By being open and vulnerable with each other in this way, we can continue solidifying our connection." She ended.

"Thank you my love, my Goddess." I said before kissing her deeply.

After separating from my kiss and grip Aaliyah insisted, "Yeah yeah, thank me by eating that plate, washing it, and then having me for dessert."

-Tristan-

Walking into Latte's & Literature, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. As I made my way to the counter, I could see Malachi taking customer orders. His presence seemed to make every customer feel at ease, his smile as he answered questions about the ever-changing weekly brew made me nervous. As I moved closer to the register, I noticed how his fitted button-down shirt seemed to hug his chest and display a toned physique without being too tight. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing tattoos, one a which covered his entire right forearm.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the master of caffeinated concoctions." I joked, hoping not to come off weird. I have always had difficulty flirting on purpose.

With a smile and a quick lick of his lips Malachi responded, "T, Good Afternoon, this is pretty late for you, but would you like your usual two Vanilla Lattes-"

Before he could continue running down my normal order I interjected, "NO!!!, my apologies, I didn't mean to yell. I... umm... Do you drink alcohol?"

Confusion spreading across his face Malachi called one of his employees over and pointed me to a table out of earshot of the point of sale.

Sitting down I began before he could shoot me down, "I really enjoy your expertly crafted coffee and our short banter whenever I come in, I just wanted to know if we could move it outside of the building."

"Flattery will get you many places." Malachi managed to say through a laugh. "To answer your question, yes, I drink alcohol, but I am not as tolerant as in days past.

"Well I know of a lounge that will be showing the fight next week if you happen to be a boxing fan. I noticed that you look like you put in time and effort at the gym." I complimented in hopes of making my offer of a date more acceptable.

"You're a smooth talker Tristan. Did you just come down to ask me on a date or would you like something that is on the menu as well?" Malachi remarked.

Swallowing my pride and trying not to look wounded and answered, " Surprise me. I trust your judgement and you haven't given me a bad drink yet."

"Bold move. Consider it done." Malachi replied

As Malachi moved back behind the counter and began pulling items out of a bottom shelf I reached into my pocket to update Aaliyah on this disaster. We would have to find a new coffee shop now. That made me sad, not only was this the best coffee in the area but it was three blocks away from my job. I could always get up an extra 15 minutes early to go to Starbucks, but shit. If all else failed there was a Dunkin-Donuts kiosk in the lobby of my building. I must have lingered in my own world for longer than I thought because the setting down of a cup and Malachi voice shocked me back into reality.

"One mystery brew, just for you Sir." Malachi stated.

As I sipped the beverage, expecting a taste close to my usual, I was first greeted with the scent of Jasmine and Lavender. As the coffee flowed across my tongue I thought I could taste lemon or grapefruit.

"This is," I paused, "very good, different but very good!" I exclaimed. "What is it?" I asked.

"I'll let you know after the fight. Your wife has my number, just get it from her and send me the details." He responded.

With a look of shock on my face I mumbled, "Did you know that-"

Malachi cut me off before I could continue, "Did I know you were going to ask me to hang out? No, I didn't. Did I know that Aaliyah was your wife? Yes, I did. In my defense, you are regular customers. You always order two drinks, so of course I have looked to see who the other drink is for."

"Wow, so..." I stopped myself as his employee called his name to let him know that there was a call on hold that he may want to attend to.

Clearing his throat and holding up his index finger toward the young woman with the phone in her hand, Malachi said, "Please enjoy the rest of that cup before it gets cold. I need to get back on top of things here.

After I finished my cup, I placed it on the far side of the counter near the sink I had seen used before. Turning to exit, a sense of anticipation filled me. Maybe I didn't do a bad job after all, Aaliyah was going to love this story.

-Malachi-

After the eventful week I have had, a night out to unwind and relax was more than called for. Standing in my towel looking over the city I decided that I would visit Monk, a local jazz lounge in the city. Taking a sip of Toki, I walked into my closet to survey my wardrobe. After piecing together a crisp black button-down, a pair of dark jeans and my favorite leather jacket, I scented myself with a few sprays of Vanilla Tobacco by Tom Ford and grabbed my essentials to leave for the evening.

As I rode through the city, I let the sounds of Ari Lennox and Jazmine Sullivan relax and excite me. The thought of either woman sitting on it is an event I would invite 9.9 times out of 10. All other artist and songs blended together, providing me a form of musical therapy as I continued my trip. As I arrived at Monk, I was happy to hear a live band complimenting the low rumble of conversations and the sight of low-lit faces at each table. The hostess, an attractive young woman who was in her final year of college seated me in a cozy corner booth, telling me she would have my waiter greet me with two fingers of Yamazaki 18.

"Would you like ice in your glass this evening Mr. Noble?" She asked before walking away.

"Yes please; But you do know that you do not have to let Shawn know I am here and give me special treatment every time I come right?" I asked.

"I hear you say it, but I will not give you that because even if you were not friends with the owner, the staff has already discussed that we will always give you special treatment. You are too good to us outside of these walls." She retorted.

As the evening unfolded, I found myself lost in the gentle rhythm of the trumpet, bass, and drums. With each sip of my glass, I felt the weight of the week melting away, leaving me with a feeling of freedom.

As the need to relive myself pushed me to exit my both and traverse the dance floor to reach the bathroom I heard...

"OMG, How are you Mister Macchiato? What a surprise running into you here!" Yelled Aaliyah. This woman was a force and apparently was not going to let me pass without acknowledging her.

"Hey, crazy coincidence. If you need somewhere to place your drinks, I am in that corner booth over there," I said while pointing toward my leather jacket hanging on a hook. "I'll come back and see you after I return from the bathroom."

As I returned, I could see Aaliyah giving Tristan a sensual lap-dance in the booth, opposite of where my glass sat. Thinking how god she looked gyrating her hips, I began to feel myself come alive.

"Hello Sir and Lady Latte, How have you two been these past few days?" I asked recalling that I just saw Tristan on Wednesday and had not text Aaliyah since the same.

Laughing aloud Aaliyah responded, "Look babe, he tells bad dad jokes just like you."

Looking incredulous Tristan replied, "Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black." I laughed as he continued, " We are doing great, just out for a little dancing and relaxation. We heard of this spot and loved that there were not a ton of twenty-something year-olds in line waiting to enter."

"How did you get such great prime real estate with this corner booth? The hostess told us that all the tables had been reserved when we got here." Aaliyah inquired

"Honestly, it's just my luck. The technical answer is I am old friends with the owner. When he first opened I got preferential treatment because of our friendship, but these days, the staff just looks out for me." I admitted to the pair.

"So how connected throughout the city are you Malachi?" Tristan asked. "Are you like a member of the local black mafia?

"I don't have a card or anything, but if it helps, I am a member of the Black Business Collective in this area." I stated.

Aaliyah fighting to hold her enthusiasm loudly exclaimed, "Hold the fuck up, so you're a member of the BBC?"

Looking down and slowly shaking his head Tristan attempted to smooth the joke over, "Forgive her, she hasn't danced enough to tire out her mouth which means anything may come out of it."

"Shit, if you play your cards right, something may go in it!" Aaliyah retorted.

As if on cue the band began playing their updated version of 'Whatever Lola Wants', the first three notes that remained unchanged caught the attention of all those who were Sarah Vaughan fans.

"Malachi, come show me your moves." she said, grabbing my hand, not really giving me the opportunity to say no even if I had wanted to.

Looking back toward Tristan for confirmation that dancing with his wife was allowed, he met my look with a raised glass and a smile.

The dance floor was thick with the scent of pheromones, all pleasant as we intermixed with a crowd of bodies all swaying in perfect synchronicity with their partner. My body moved, but my brain was unaware of how. I was caught in a trance, as Aaliyah movements felt like a sensual union of desire and longing. As the songs changed I lost track of time. My hands tracing the delicate curves of her body, the shared stares into each other's eyes as we swayed together.

Somehow, we managed to press our bodies closer together. This woman, radiant and alluring, arched against me, her movements were beyond intoxicating, I no longer needed alcohol. Aaliyah began to trial her fingers lightly along my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine.

A switch in the genre had occurred, the band announced that the next two songs would be the last of the night. The band began to play a cover of October London's 'Back to your place', had the band leader seen me with this woman, was the universe trying to urge me on with another mans wife? Answer would not come before Aaliyah made a move. She had turned to face me, our breath now mingled, the intoxicating scent of her perfume and our sweat filling the distance between us. Each touch of her hands upon my body felt like a key working the locks that constrained my passion.

As the final notes of the song faded into silence, Tristan arrived asking, "Do you mind if I cut in for this last dance Sir?"

I had completely forgotten that he existed, that anything other than Aaliyah and the music existed. I could see how easy it was for a person to fall for this woman, to give her, whatever it is she could want.

-Aaliyah-

As Tristan and I were walking out of Monk, I asked if he was in the mood for company tonight. He smiled and I knew that he would not tell me no. As we reached our car, we saw Malachi walk out.

"Baby, pull up on Malachi real quick." I instructed.

Tristan chuckled, but did as I asked.

"Excuse me Mr. I don't drink, are you going to be okay to make it home? I think I saw you stumble a bit there." I quipped

"Damn, you saw that? Maybe I should call an Uber. Better safe than stretched out on the side of the road." Malachi responded.

Before I could provide a reply of my own, Tristan offered, "Let us drive you home man. How far are you?"

"I live like an hour away. Thank you for the offer but that would be much to big of an ask." Malachi answered.

With mock indignation Tristan replied, "You are mother fucking right, but we live about 15 minutes up the road if you want to get your bearings with us. Do you think you can make that short of a drive?"

"Yeah, come over and have some coffee!" I exclaimed. I was not going to let this soft lob go to waste. I jumped out of the car before Malachi could give an excuse as to why he would not come over. "Where's your car I'll ride with you to make sure you don't get lost. Turning back to the car towards my husband, I slowly licked my lips and winked. "See you at home honey, but don't drive to fast."

As I got into the car I asked Malachi if I could control the music to which he agreed.

"Great, I loved sucking dick to mood music. I mean, unless you're going to turn me down."

"You want to give me head while I follow your husband to your house? What would he think of such activity?"

"How about I call, and you can ask him." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and video called Tristan.

"Hey babe!" He quickly answered.

"Everything is okay my love, do not panic." I stated, hearing the panic in his voice. "I asked Malachi if I could use my mouth to play with his dick on the way home. He is such a good guy that he - Oh hold on, I told him that he would have to ask." I handed the phone to Malachi and began rubbing on his thigh.

"Wow," he began. My guess is that he was shocked. "Tristan, I do not want to cross any lines or be disrespectful. Aaliyah asked and-" Malachi was cut off by Tristan before he could continue.

"Calm down please. I know who I married and I encourage her to have as much safe fun as she can." Tristan stated plainly before continuing, "With that said, enjoy the drive home, if you need me to slow down let your hazards flash three times, and finally don't crash with my wife in the car." At this last requirement Tristan began to laugh.

Malachi handed me the phone and I gave him the most seductive look I could muster while licking my lips.

"Can I kiss on that dick now, or do you want to call my momma next?" I asked.

"Before you hang up," Tristan yelled over the phone, "Can I listen?

I looked at Malachi for an answer as I was comfortable with the request.

Malachi with a deep exhale started, "Well it will cancel out your request to be the DJ but I am fine with it. Something new I have not done before."

"Just put on an R&B station please and I'll be fine." I stated. Before he could pull out of the parking lot I was already ass up and face down in Malachi's lap.

His dick was extra fresh for someone who had just danced with me for at least 30 mins. It was also thick. The stars must have been in alignment for me tonight. As I leaned forward to take the head of his dick into my mouth Dirty by Tank begins to stream through the car's speakers.

I go slow, I want to make sure I enjoy every minute of this ride. I let my tongue roll around the head but take time to play with the frenulum before pushing down. The sound of him sharply inhaling before saying "FUCK!" is all the motivation a I need. As we continue the dive home, I start to wonder where we are because it seems that we are taking to long, and stopped moving.

Sitting back up in my seat I address Malachi, "Sir, where the fuck are we?"

"I believe we are in your driveway Aaliyah" Malachi responded while trying to get himself together.

"And fix your tone talking to company that way Aaliyah!" Tristan demanded, scaring the shit out of me, because where the fuck did he come from.

"AHH!!!" I yelled "Where the fuck? I knew my ass was cold. How long have we been home? You was just gonna keep letting my suck your dick Malachi? So you just been standing there watching?" I rattled off questions like Olivia Pope.

As I exited the car to head into our house I heard Tristan and Malachi laughing behind me, before I could call out to investigate what was so damn funny I heard Tristan say "One of her old tricks" as he pointed at the still buckled seat belt.

-Tristan-

"Would you like a cold or room temperature water?" I asked Malachi, as I watch him browse my bookshelf.

"Room temp thank you. I like the collection you all have, it spans a nice variety of genre."

"Well, I suck at getting rid of books so they fill these shelves. That is one of the few upsides to audiobooks in my opinion. Space Saving." I responded, he laughed in turn.

As I walked over to hand Malachi the bottle of water I grabbed for him, Aaliyah called for us from down the hall. I can't imagine what this woman has in store for us. Lucky me for getting to live with and enjoy most of her adventures. Lucky Malachi for being invited guest star in this episode.

As we turned the corner into our play room Malachi stopped in his tracks. I do not know if it was because he had just walked into our kinky play space or because Aaliyah was standing naked with a towel and washcloth in each hand.

"Baby, if you want us all to take a shower I agree that it is a good idea, but you are short one set." I stated.

I should have known what was on her mind, she was going to see to it that I began exploring my interest in men. I cannot say I was upset with this method, because honestly, I would have asked Malachi to every outdoor activity I could think of and let him become bored of me.

With a devilish grin on her face Aaliyah spoke, "Oh these items are not for me silly man. They are for the two of you. I have already showered. But I will sit outside as you to clean up." With that last statement she made her eyebrows jump. Something I have only ever seen she and Gabrielle Union do with such ease.

"Malachi, you don't-" I began, but he cut me off

Holding up both hands, palms facing me Malachi started, "Tristan, it is okay dude. Aaliyah, told me that you have never had any type of sexual contact with another guy. I will not pressure you into doing anything that you do not feel comfortable doing, or may not be ready for."

I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding. As I looked between the two of them Malachi continued, "But I would like to see you wet and naked, and if it is okay with you, I'd like to help you wash."

"Now that's what the fuck I'm talking about!!! Should I grab popcorn or my rose?" My asshole of a wife exclaimed, cheesing like after making fun of Charles Barkley.

-Aaliyah-

This is definitely going into my top two sexual experiences and it hasn't even begun yet. I am so giddy and whether they touch or not, I have two men showering for my pleasure, under my command. I am a Goddess bitch!!!

"What you say baby?" I hear Tristan yell from the shower.

I can't believe I said that shit aloud. Trying to stifle my laugh I respond to him, "Nothing, I was just thinking aloud."

As they were finding a level of comfort amongst themselves, I sat one of the love seats we have in our play space in such a way that I could see the glass shower wall as if it was a movie screen. Our shower in the play room was a wonderful idea with great design. It has LED lights around the middle point of the walls and around the edges of the ceiling. Two shower heads embedded into the wall on opposite ends of the shower, that is where the guys were now, and one long rain type feature that was placed in the middle so that multiple users could get wet at once.

"Excuse me gentlemen," I began in my best impression of a southern belle, "Would you mind moving to the middle? It is hard to appreciate this show with the performers on opposite sides of the stage." I finished. If they were not going to touch, I could at least watch them wash together.

My comment resulted in Malachi turning and saying something I couldn't hear to Tristan. I take by his smile that it was enough to relax him. As they closed the distance between them the sensor in the ceiling cut off the showerheads in the wall and activated the rain fall feature above. That alone was sexy. I began to link my phone to the surround sound of the room. What song to choose, what song to choose, were that only thoughts circling my head. I wanted the perfect songs to- and then it hit me. Would You Mind by Janet Jackson. As I hit play on my phone the guys looked at me and began to laugh.

"Wash niggas!!!" I yelled. "Your Goddess wants a show." With that, I opened my robe so that I could touch myself to the sights I was felt honored to witness.

Malachi was a gentle aggressor, I don't think I had ever seen Tristan take a submissive posture before. Not submissive in the way of following Malachi's orders, but Malachi was clearly taking the lead. He had Tristan face the glass with his hands above his head. I watched as he lathered my husbands hands, wrist, forearms and lower. As he began to wash Tristan's chest, I could see that he was whispering into his ear. Tristan opened his eyes to look at me, not just at me but make eye contact. He began mouthing what looked like thank you. I felt heat rush through me as I massaged my breast, pinching my nipple as I reached the tip.

When I through half-closed eyes looked back toward the scene in the shower, I was pleased to see Malachi using one of his soapy hands to stroke Tristan. With the other he held his throat and spoke to him. While a part of me wished I could hear what was being said, seeing it intensified the many feelings traveling through my body. The sight was everything I needed, and as I placed the rose on my clit and slid a finger into myself the force of a fantastic orgasm hit me.

-Tristan-

"Breath Tristan," Malachi whispered into my ear. "I don't think you should cum yet."

I was so close that I could not understand why Malachi would stop. How much of this did he and Aaliyah plan.

At the sound of Aaliyah screaming "Oh Fuck!!!!" I quit my internal complaints.

"Damn, I never knew she could enjoy seeing something like this so much." I commented

"Well, look at it from this angle Tristan." Malachi began, "The sight of seeing the person she loves exploring, enjoying themselves, being pleased, makes her so happy that she had an orgasm."

I smiled what had to be the biggest smile of the day, and asked, "Malachi, is it okay if a kiss you?"

Smiling himself Malachi responded, "Yes, I hope you would. Can I taste both you and Aaliyah afterwards?"

"Would you like to sample her direct from the source, or off of my dick?" I answered back, feeling a bit embolden.

"Well damn Tristan, I like this you. I see you call and I raise you this scenario. Can I first taste her off of your dick, and then from the source as you slide into me from behind? Only if you are okay with going that far." Malachi volleyed back.

As I leaned forward to kiss him, the shock in the difference of feel between kissing him and Aaliyah hit me. While his lips were soft just like Aaliyah's, the scruff of his beard and mustache was something to contend with. Malachi must have felt my hesitation, as he pulled back from me.

"Are you okay?" Malachi asked

I answered his question by leaning in again, redoubling my nerve I began to caress his sizable dick. I had felt it rubbing against me as he washed me but damn, I did not really pay it the attention I could have. I am glad Malachi asked to take my dick because I'm not sure I could take his.

Separating from each other, Malachi nodded his head towards Aaliyah who was now splayed out across the love seat she sat in, rose still buzzing on the floor as her chest heaved.

Grabbing Aaliyah's phone off of the floor, I cut the volume of the music down, "Hey my love, are you okay?" I asked her, keeping my voice low and gently rubbing her arm as not to startle her.

"Oh my yes!!!! That was everything!" She said excitedly. "Are you guys done?" and asked

Malachi jumped in, as he turned Aaliyah's rose off, "We do not have to be done. I wanted to know if I can kiss on you as Tristan fucks another orgasm out of you. Then I would like to suck your flavor off of him before burying my face between your thighs as your husband fucks me roughly." At that last line he winks at me. "Are those thoughts okay with you Aaliyah?" Malachi ends

Aaliyah took a second to look at the both of us before jumping up yelling, "I must be somebodies favorite because whew chile. Bring that dick and mouth here my boys!!!"

-Malachi-

"This has been a wonderful night," I began, exhausted and trying to catch my breath. "You take that dick every night Aaliyah?" I asked her, my smile mixed with a feeling of amazement.

"Hell no, and I am glad he got that energy out on your ass because that hole must be built Ford tough." Aaliyah said through laughter.

Tristan, in defense of himself proclaimed, "Whoa now jurors of the court! Malachi clearly stated that he wanted to be fucked roughly."

"And you most certainly met the mark Good Sir." I chimed in.

Aaliyah followed quickly with commentary of her own, "I do hope that Malachi doesn't hold grudges. When the day comes that you would like to be penetrated, do you want him to treat you the same way?"

Laughing louder than I think I should have, I assured Tristan, " I will be gentle, loving, and patient with you our first dozen or so times."

"So you think that you just gonna be all up in me now?" Tristan asked. The question honestly changed the mood a bit.

Not knowing how to respond, I was relieved when Aaliyah questioned Tristan, "Baby, are you okay? Did our comments upset you?"

"Maybe I should go." I started, picking myself up off of the floor.

"No! I apologize Malachi." Tristan said with his hand reached out towards me. "Everything about tonight, felt amazing. You touching me, us touching Aaliyah, me being inside you, hell even the feel of your dick in my mouth. But now..." He trailed off.

"Buyer's remorse is a thing Tristan. I accept your apology." I stated while still getting myself together. "Before I go I would like you to answer just a few questions, if that is okay."

Tristan nodded his head and said, "Yeah, I can do that."

"First question. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" I began.

"Yes." He answered.

"Did you enjoy your wife less because I was involved?" I asked.

He responded, "No"

I continued, "Do you feel like you will never want to have sex with your wife again?"

"Hell No!" Tristan once again answered, while laughing to himself.

I pressed,"Do you feel like you will start trying to sneak off with random men without your wife's knowledge or consent?"

"No. What are you getting at with these questions Malachi?" he responded this time, his voice filled with frustration.

"The questions are to prove to you that this one experience does not define who you are. You are not gay Tristan. You did fuck a guy very well, so thank you for that, but it should not define or shake your world." At that, I began making my way out.

"Let me walk you out." Aaliyah said, jumping to her feet to grab her robe.

As we made our way to the front door she apologized for the sudden change of mood and expressed that she hopes that it would not negatively influence my choice to see them again.

"Are you just going to use my body and not give me a kiss goodnight?" Aaliyah asked as I began stepping across the threshold.

"I agree with what she said. If you plan on exploring my insides, you can at least kiss me goodbye." Tristan loudly commented, appearing from thin air and causing Aaliyah to quickly inhale in shock.

"WHAT THE FUCK TRISTAN!!! Why would you do that scary shit? Fucking Creep." Aaliyah screamed, showing that she was not a fan of jump scares at all.

As Tristan laughed, he wrapped his arms around Aaliyah and made eye contact with me. "No, seriously Malachi, I got in my head and I apologize. I would love to see you and do this again. With and without Aaliyah, if you would be okay with it."

"You aren't afraid you might catch the gay?" I quipped in response to his proclamation.

Aaliyah interjected, "Unt Uh, how you get one experience with a guy and think you gonna-"

Tristan put his index finger to Aaliyah's mouth, instantly quieting her. As he looked toward me chuckling he asked, "Can we have this kiss goodnight now?"

I leaned forward to kiss him and as our lips met, Aaliyah pulled our heads down to join this final exchange of fluids for the night.

"Call one of us when you get home Carmel Daddy." Aaliyah yelled as I got to my car.

What a night, what a night. Who would have thought that setting up a date at the coffee shop would have led to this? Shit I haven't even had the date yet.