Trophy Wife (formerly Closing Time)

The last game of the professional basketball finals meant that the sports bar would be packed. The place was positively crammed with drunk sports fans. I had made what seemed like the ill-advised decision to go to the bar after work to watch the game. I was out of place in my suit and tie. The fans were dressed in the jerseys and colors of their favorite teams while the less fanatical dressed casually with no obvious deference to a particular choice of team. Bar employees were hustling to keep up with the orders of food and pitchers of beer. The scene was organized chaos with electric energy.

“Any chance I could share your table?” I said to a muscle-bound man with rich black skin and a brilliant white smile. His hair was trimmed tight to his scalp and his face was adorned with a thin goatee, which was sprinkled with white hairs to show off his life experience.  He slid his pitcher of beer toward the middle of the table and I placed my mug of beer in the vacated spot. I stood at the high table while the man and the woman beside him remained seated in their barstools.

“Of course, of course,” the man said. He wore a tank-top with his favorite team’s logo emblazoned across the chest. His bulky chest stretched the fabric tight and he was, to say the least, simultaneously physically impressive and intimidating. I puffed my chest and sucked in my stomach attempting to be in his physical league, but I wasn’t even on his planet. He was incredibly fit.

“Kelvin,” the man said reaching out his thick arm to shake my hand.

“David,” I said hiding the surprise I had from the crushing grip of the man’s hand clasped with mine. I wondered if his physique was years of working out, based on his job, or maybe both. I realized that I would never accomplish his level of fitness.

“I’m Lakisha,” said the woman seated across the table. She too stretched out her hand to greet me. “I’m his trophy wife.” Kelvin roared a gutty laugh and slapped his hand on the table. An inside joke, between friends, or lovers, or something more had been shared between them. Lakisha’s cheeks dimpled with her laugh. Her chocolate eyes danced with delight at Kelvin’s appreciation for a joke well delivered. Lakisha’s frame was petite, and she sat pencil-straight in her barstool. I noticed the small snake tattoo that ran along her forearm, nearly imperceptible as the ink melted within her dark skin. Unlike Kelvin and other fans, Lakisha did not don the attire of her favorite team. Instead, she wore a black suit jacket over a white blouse, unbuttoned to the middle of her chest. The blouse was not revealing, but it was inviting.

“The winners of tonight’s game will not get to lift a trophy as beautiful as you,” I said. A cheesy compliment? Probably. Lakisha, however, seemed to like it. She cocked her head sideways and her face demurred.

“Well, thank you, David,” she said with a soft lilt in her voice. Kelvin, Lakisha, and I talked easily about the game, life, and work. Kelvin ran a construction company and Lakisha was an attorney, unequivocally not a “trophy wife.” She was extraordinarily beautiful, and her intelligence only heightened my interest in her. The more the three of us talked and laughed, the more I was drawn to Lakisha. And, seemingly, Lakisha was interested in me. When the next pitcher of beer came to the table, Lakisha made Kelvin switch seats so that she could sit closer to me. “I want to hear him better,” she had said. Kelvin looked at me with an odd smile, as though he was surprised by Lakisha’s request, but he shrugged and complied, nonetheless.

The game went into overtime. Neither team could win the game in the closing minutes of regulation. For this, I was grateful. As the game went on, I noticed Lakesha’s upright, stiff posture relax as she moved in to talk with me. She talked softer so that I had to lean in closer to hear her. I smelled beer on her breath and the remains of her perfume on her skin. I caught myself staring at her lips, wanting to taste them. Lakisha’s chocolate eyes would lock with mine, exploring. I hoped that she was searching for my interest as much as I was searching her eyes for interest in me. My heart pounded with hope, anxiety. I felt her knees touch my waist underneath of the high-top table. I froze, and she did not move them away. She wanted to touch me.

I had learned that Kelvin and Lakisha were indeed married. It was, at times, worrisome that Lakisha was openly flirting with me. I was concerned that Kelvin might fly into some jealous rage, which I would not be able to physically withstand. I tried to read any sense of anger from Kelvin when Lakisha’s advances became bolder. She placed her hand on my arm. Kelvin saw this but said nothing. She teased me about the graying in my hair with a small brush of her fingers through the strands on my head. Kelvin smiled and even chuckled some. I noticed him shake his head as if he knew something that I did not. Kelvin’s attention turned more to the game as his team closed in on winning the championship. As he did so, Lakisha’s attention turned more to me.

“He loves sports,” she said.

“I can tell,” I said.

“You know, I have heard that men get extra horny when their teams win,” said Lakisha, as if that was a typical conversation to have with a virtual stranger.

“Uh, really?” I said lacking in scientific certainty.

“Yes, really,” she said leaning ever closer to me. I could now barely hear her above the crowd’s growing volume, filled with excitement. “In fact, we rarely make it home after we watch the game here. He usually pulls our SUV over and fucks me in some vacant parking lot,” she said. I felt a tightness in my throat as her hand landed on mine. Her beautiful eyes held mine, melting me. “But tonight, I’m going to make him wait,” she said, her mouth inches from my ear. “Tonight, I want him to wait for his win, for his trophy.” I listened intently. I wanted to kiss her. I sensed that she wanted to kiss me too.

“Okay,” I finally said as if I had any idea where she was leading. Making Kelvin do anything to which he might be opposed, seemed a fool’s journey, but it was her marriage, so I was sure she knew what worked and what did not. I was certain that I could never make him wait if he wanted something. I glanced at the curves of his arms, the veins that sat on his bicep, and knew my fate had I ever tried.

“David, do you know what I’m saying?” said Lakisha taking my hand and pulling it under the table. She held my hand as she slid it up her thigh. Her suit skirt was tight against the middle of her thigh, but she adjusted enough so my hand could touch the soft skin just above her thigh-high nylons. I must have looked like deer in headlights, with my eyes wide and no ability to run from my doom. I glanced at Kelvin, who was now looking back at me. Terror ran through my body, but then Kelvin laughed his heavy laugh and looked at Lakisha with a shaking head. The fuck?! is all I could think.

“Tonight?!” Kelvin said to her. “It’s the national championship!” Lakisha smiled at him, nodded, and then turned her eyes back to me. Her lips were pursed together but the curves were turned up in an evil, sideways grin.

“Fuck yes tonight,” Lakisha said loud enough for Kelvin to hear, her eyes never leaving mine. I glanced towards Kelvin, nervously, as he drank the last of his beer. The crowd erupted with the game’s ending. Lakisha took my hand and drew me from the crowded bar. I looked back and saw Kelvin putting cash in the waitress’s hand to pay for our beers. Lakesha led me down the sidewalk toward a nearby parking lot. I glanced back but did not yet see Kelvin leave the bar. In the parking lot, Lakisha pushed my back against an oversized SUV, which I presumed was hers and Kelvin’s. I tasted her thick lips. She pressed her body against mine, her curves fitting tight against my curves. I had never been with a woman as confident as Lakisha, and I was loving that she was going after what she wanted when she wanted it. My cock stretched my slacks.

“SUV or office?” I heard Kelvin say. I opened my eyes to see the behemoth of a man shadowing me. He was easily a foot taller than I and his shoulders seemed bigger in silhouette.

“Office,” said Lakisha short on breath. “I want him in my office.” As though they had done this before, or at least planned and orchestrated what they might do, Lakisha again grabbed my hand and drew me away. Kelvin reached into the SUV and grabbed a set of keys. He followed closely while Lakisha rushed us forward toward the door of a brick building adjacent to the parking lot.

Lakisha’s law firm, her very own law firm, had a back entrance from the parking lot. Kelvin unlocked the door and ushered me and Lakisha inside. We could hear the bar patrons pouring out into the street to celebrate the championship. Only the lights cascading into the office from the street gave me any sight in the darkened space. Lakisha navigated me to a desk near the large, front window of her office. Had anyone investigated the glass of the law office, they would have seen Lakisha tearing my slacks off my waist as she kneeled in front of me.

I felt Lakisha’s soft lips and warm tongue wrap around my cock. I grabbed the edge of the desk and moaned. Her head bobbed fast, eager to taste me. I ran fingers through the tight curls on her head and gently squeezed her hair.

“That’s fucking hot, baby,” said Kelvin. “Lift that ass up for me and let me get into some of this.” Lakisha pulled her mouth off my cock and snapped her head towards Kelvin. She pointed toward a shadowed area of the room.

“You sit over there and watch him fuck me first,” Lakisha said. “Then, if you’re a good boy, I will let you put that fat cock inside me. I may even let you taste his cum if you’re really good.”

“Dammit, baby,” said Kelvin. “Tonight?! I mean it was the championship! Please let me fuck you right now.” Lakisha snapped her fingers and Kelvin, as though he had been trained, quieted, and moved to his appointed chair, that I could barely make out with the streaks of streetlamp lights. Lakisha pushed me back onto her desk. She tugged my pants off and climbed on top of me. I felt her wet pussy slide down my cock. She moaned.

“Fuck, he’s bigger than I had expected,” she said. “I like that.” She wiggled her hips and gyrated on my waist. My cock explored deep inside her. I held her ass cheeks, exposed when she lifted her skirt over her hips to climb on top of me. Her perfume smelled stronger now that we were in her usual environment. Her breathing shortened and her moans increased.

“Fuck that is so hot,” Kelvin said again. Lakisha moaned. I squeezed her hips and met her moves with thrusts. She moaned louder.

“Damn, David,” Lakisha said. “Fuck, you’re going make me cum, baby. Kelvin, he’s going to make me cum! Fuck!” Her body moved faster, and her breathing became more sporadic. Her head tipped back, and I felt my balls tighten, my cock widen. I was getting closer too.

“Now, baby,” said Kelvin. “Can I now?” Lakisha was almost inaudible, but I heard her breathe out a “yes.” I glanced toward the dimmed area where Kelvin had been seated, to find him explode into the light, and quickly move towards Lakisha and me. Kelvin moved my knees apart, and I felt his naked thighs against my skin. I could not see him, but I knew he was there. Lakisha stopped fucking me and I felt her adjust her hips. Her knees moved wider at my sides and her hips shifted forward. Her face was now leaning into mine, and I kissed her.

 “Yes, baby, yes,” squealed Lakisha as Kelvin’s rigid cock slid inside her pussy, squeezed against my cock. Me and Kelvin’s cocks filled Lakisha’s pussy and she moaned her pleasure. It was a night of many firsts for me, and the feel of another man’s cock against mine while deep inside his wife was record-breaking, as firsts go. The sensation made my cock flex, but our massive cocks had little room to move. Lakisha, however, guided us. Her hips moved slowly while Kelvin and I remained immobile inside her. Lakisha did all the work. Her hips moved faster as she adjusted. Her moans again sharpened, and her breathing quickened. “Fuck,” she repeated each time she moved down onto our cock, filling and stretching her. Soon, her hips moved faster, and her pussy was tugging at me and Kelvin’s cocks so eagerly that I felt my orgasm rebuild.

Lakisha yelled, “Kelvin, baby, I’m cumming!” I squeezed her hips, the sides of my hands beside Kelvin’s meaty hands. I felt him squeeze her hips too. Her body shook and she fucked our cocks faster.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Kelvin moaned. I felt his cock move inside, rubbing his cock against mine, fucking Lakisha. Lakisha moaned loud as Kevin groaned, cumming. I came with them, my cock exploding harder than I had ever felt it do before. We trembled, the three of us, while our bodies calmed. The sounds on the street had quieted except for a few revelers. Champions had been crowned that night. Trophies had been earned.