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Sheena!”
    When she gets like this, wild and crazy, I never hang up on her ’cause I know if I do she’s liable to do anything. She always says loving Dante makes her ass crazy—and she means that literally. “Sheena! Sheena! Girl, get a damn grip! You’re going to end up going to jail if you don’t get it together. It’s not worth it.”
    It takes me almost ten damn minutes to get her to finally stop yelling and throwing things at him. “Girl, I’ve had my moment,” she finally says, trying to catch her breath. “Now I’m over it. Well, not really. But I’m not going to jail over his lying ass tonight; that’s for damn sure. He can deny it all he wants, but I know his ass is lying. And he knows it too. So fuck him.” I ask her if he’s still there with her. “Yeah, his black ass is still here. He’s probably upstairs somewhere looking stupid, which is how I know he’s lying. But, anyway, enough about him. You feel like going out and having a drink? I need to get out of this house and unwind for a while.” Although I’m really not in the mood for going out, I agree to go. “Okay. Let me go freshen up. I’ll be at your place in an hour,” she says, quickly disconnecting the call before I decide to change my mind. I shake my head, placing my cell on the nightstand.
    An hour-and-forty-five minutes later, Sheena and I are perched up on barstools at the Martini Bar, a chic cocktail lounge located in one of the nearby hotels. I’m on my third Lemon Drop, and she’s already on her fourth Cosmo. Thus far, we’ve kept the conversation light. But my mind is still stuck on what she told me earlier. And I want to know more about this open-relationship she and Dante have. So I ask.
    She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, then sits her glass up on the bar. “Girl, it’s no biggie. I’ve always known Dante likes fucking other women and I can’t stop him from doing it so I thought, maybe, if I bring other women home to him and let him fuck, that at least I can monitor what the fuck he’s doing, and who he’s doing it with.”
    I blink, placing my glass to my lips.
    “Truth is, girrrrrl,” she adds as she leans in real close, “I get turned on watching Dante fuck.”
    I almost choke on my drink. “You whaaaat? ! You like watching him fuck other women?”
    “Girl, lower your voice. Damn. Like I want the whole bar hearing my business. But yes. I enjoy watching my man’s dick going in and out of another woman’s pussy or her sucking on his dick. Or me sucking his dick from the back while he’s between her legs eating her pussy out. That shit’s so fucking hot. And I love it even more when he feeds me his dick and it’s soaked in another woman’s pussy and I’m tasting her juices on him.”
    I clutch my neck, shocked and surprisingly turned on at the same time. “You’ve been with a woman.” I make the statement knowing it sounds more like a question.
    She looks around the bar, steadies her gaze on me, then slowly licks her lips. “Let’s just say I love pussy almost as much as I love dick.”
    I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is a side of her I’ve not seen. Sheena and I have known each other for over ten years and have shared some very personal things with one another. But we’ve never really talked openly about what either of us does or doesn’t do sexually behind closed doors with our men, so I’m surprised that she’s sharing all of this. I almost feel guilty having this tingling between my legs. But I want, no, need to hear more. I tightly squeeze my legs together.
    “O-M-G! I’ve done heard it all.”
    She laughs, then tosses back her drink. “Girl, please. I’m a freak. And so is my man, which is why it pisses me off when he lies about shit. He knows I have very few limitations when it comes to sex, and pleasing him.”
    I take a long sip of my drink, swallowing down my envy. Before I can stop myself, I ask, “What’s it like?”
    “What, eating pussy?”
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