Sexaholics by Pynk Page B

me, too?”
    Within ten minutes, Reggie Walker had left the building on cloud nine. Teela
     hurried around to get herself together, having just taken a more-than-two-hour
     lunch.
    Falon lay still in the middle of the bed, on cloud ten. Her wide, round
     breasts separated left and right, sliding near her armpits. Her tawny nipples
     sprouted from her wide areolas and were still at attention from watching
     Teela’s thickness.
    She proceeded to suck her own tittie, putting it to her lips with one hand
     and sucking on the nipple ring, and played with the hairs of her vagina with her
     other hand as she spoke softly: “Listen, Teela. My husband and I have
     parties sometimes if you wanna come by and play. He’s a bit of geek just
     looking at him, but he knows his way around the bedroom. He’s one of those
     nerdy IT executives at Compaq in El Segundo, so he does pretty well for himself.
     And I think he’d like you.”
    Teela looked her over while clasping her underwire bra. “Sexy Falon,
     you know, I have a man and I don’t really explore other men too much. But
     to be honest with you, I was thinking the same thing about you and my man. I
     think he’d really, really like you. And he knows how to please like no man
     I’ve ever met.”
    “Well, we just might have to hook that up, the three of us. As long as
     you can promise to come to one of our parties soon.”
    “Agreed.”
    “So Teela, you mean to tell me you don’t play with the
     girls?” Falon flicked her nipple with her stiff tongue.
    “No. I just like to watch, as you can tell.”
    “I see. I understand. I was like that for a while. I do love me some
     dick, though.” She continued to watch Teela and gave up on her own
     molestation job. “So, what’s his name? Your man, I mean.”
    “Austin.”
    “Austin, huh? Is he black?”
    “Yes, he is. And a good-looking black man at that.”
    “I see.” Falon gave a moan like she figured as much. “Not
     that it would matter if he wasn’t. Good-looking or black, I mean,
     it’s all good. And what does he do?”
    “He’s a maintenance supervisor at the community we live
     in.”
    “Ahhhh, blue-collar, huh?”
    “Yeah, girl. He works hard.”
    “I see. Well, how about if you set something up and let me know? Maybe
     I can even meet you at work one day when you get off.”
    “Okay. I’ll let him know.”
    “And do I get to watch him with you?” Falon’s eyes shifted
     to even more devilish.
    “
You
like to watch, too?”
    Falon said, “I do. I always say, take my man, please, as long as I can
     watch.”
    “That’s my very motto. I think we can make that work. With your
     sexy ass.” Teela winked.
    “Takes one to know one.”
    Now fully dressed and with car keys in hand, Teela stepped to the bed as
     Falon positioned her lips for a kiss. Instead Teela tapped her on the leg and
     said, “I hope to see you later.”
    Falon played off the shining on. “You will, foxy vanilla. I had
     fun.”
    Teela paused and then simply said, “Me, too.” She headed toward
     the door, opened it and stepped out, closed it and walked down the hall, down
     the stairs, and past the front door, then walked to her car, got inside, started
     the engine, and began the drive back to work, all the while feeling satisfied
     about her sexual thrill, but also feeling a little bit of a downshift.
    Part of it was the usual guilt she felt coming down from her love high. Also
     guilt for giving in to an attraction and having sex so impulsively without her
     man. The closer she got to her normal life at work, the more she felt the
     frustration. And as much as she wanted Austin to experience saucy Falon’s
     sexy flavor, she also wondered what was up with the “foxy vanilla”
     comment. And the question about Austin being black.
    She made a call on her cell. “Hi. It’s Teela Raye. I had a
     personal situation to tend to but I’m on my way back. I’ll see you
     in a minute. Bye.”
    Still, the hairs on the back