The Blackening of Ava

The Blackening of Ava

From the beginning, it was understood that I had the final say on whether we had a threesome with his friend. He’d talked this man up for the two months we’d been married. The friend, a black man Terri met in college, stood a foot taller than Terri and a foot and a half taller than me. Ruggedly handsome is how I classified him.

The muscles on the man— goddamn, he was 260 or 270 pounds of hard manhood. Not being stupid, I never bought into the BBC myth. Mythical or not, the bulge in his pants impressed me. After one drink, Zaverie took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

Um, he could move. When the music changed, we tried a slow dance. But the height difference made the mechanics awkward. Scooping me into his arms, he held me close and did all the dancing while I held on to his hard body.

“Okay,” I whispered in his ear, “We can go home now and have that threesome.”

“Sounds good to me,” Zaverie said. “Ava, you’re way too much woman for Terri.”

“He does okay,” I said.

“Bullshit, you have to know he’s in transition.”

“Yes, but he has a good tongue. And he uses a dildo vibrator to get me off.”

As we approached the booth where Terri sat ogling us, Zaverie asked, “How many others have you had?”

“None,” I said. “I was a virgin when we met. You do realize you guys are 18 years older than me, don’t you?”

No answer, he put me down, stared at Terri, snapped his fingers, and Terri jumped up and led the way to the parking lot. When we got our cars, Zaverie announced that I was riding with him and we’d follow him home.

The expression on Terri’s face changed, from excitement to fear. “Please—”

“Don’t worry, Speedy,” I said, “we’re gonna talk, nothing else without you there.”

“Promise.”

“Sure, Speedy, I promise,” Zaverie said; the smirk on his lips seemed out of place, and the way he said Speedy spoke volumes. The secret wasn’t in the bag; it hadn’t ever been. They’d done this before, and Zaverie understood how fast Terri lost his load. The playful nickname took on a darker meaning, and I worried about how much I enjoyed the way it hurt Terri’s pride when Zaverie said it to him.

Opening the passenger door on his Maserati, he held my hand as I slipped into the seat. When he entered the car, he shut the door, turned to me, and said, “Don’t wear your seatbelt.” As he told me, he unzipped his jeans and fished out a massive black-as-midnight cock. Limp, it was at least three times Speedy’s size when he was hard.

He reached over, took the back of my head, and guided me to his crotch. There was no way Terri didn’t see that. Truthfully, I didn’t care. While I sucked on his hardening cock, he hit the down button, and his window slid down.

“Hey, boy, Speedy, get your pansy ass here,” Zaverie said. “Never beg me not to do something, ‘cause you know that makes me do it, promise or not. That’s it, girl, pull your head off, show you you’ve got me going.”

Doing as I was told, I smiled at Terri, “Hey, Speedy Cums so Little, w