The Real Housewives of AfroerotiK

"What's this?" She unpinned the card and handed it to Roderick, unsure of what it signified. She knew she hadn't given it to him. Did it mean that he had done research on her? She had questions and she was confused.

"Oh, that's a card from an artist I saw last year. Man, that painting really left an impact on me. I can still see it as clear as day in my mind." He went on to describe the painting in detail. He recalled details that most people wouldn't have been able to point out if they had just seen the picture, like how realistic the metallic color of the bucket looked and the time on the black and white kitty clock on the wall. He spoke freely about his interpretations of the husband and the children, and even about the life and family of the Black woman, all impressions he had gotten when the painting was seared indelibly in his memory. "This is my dream board," he explained, and one day, I'm going to own one of this artist's paintings. Be on the lookout and trust me when I tell you that this N. Evans is going to be super famous one day."

With tears in her eyes, Nailah felt so weak she had to sit down. "What? What's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry," Roderick gushed, even more confused than Nailah had been before. Never really sure what to do when a woman was crying, he sat next to her on his twin bed and tentatively put his arm around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. He was awkward and clumsy but he was sincere.

"That's me," Nailah blurted out. "That's my work; that was my painting I mean. I'm N. Evans. I use my first initial on my work instead of my full, first name because so many people have convinced me that my name is too ethnic, that no one will respect me because my name sounds too Black. I can't believe you . . ." Her voice trailed off as she choked back the tears. "I've never met anyone who got that painting the way you did. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

Roderick had known all along her last name was Evans but he never made the correlation with the artist. In all truthfulness, he hadn't remembered the name of the artist, just that he had the card. Neither one of them knew, remembered, or could recall the order of events that would let them know that they both "met" only hours after Roderick encountered that particular painting. That was fine because it really wasn't going to add to or detract from the love affair they formed from that moment on.

They were opposites in the sense that she was an artist and he was a mathematician but they were the same in that they had both been born and raised on the East Coast in cities that were large enough to give them a taste of life outside of tiny, one-horse towns but still very much steeped in the dysfunction of small-minded, small town mentality. They had the same backgrounds, experiences, and perspectives on life. They loved the same music and books and they were both the best in their respective fields. More importantly, they both came to the table with the same desire to be a true partner in a relationship, supporting, loving, and nurturing their lover, lifting them up, and bringing their best in an effort to make things last . . . just like their grandparents had done.

Nailah regretted how she had treated him that first day, regretted the unfortunate assumptions she had made about men in fraternities, but somehow, she just knew that everything had played out exactly the way it was supposed to happen.

If Roderick had had his way, he would have made love to her right then and there, that day in his dorm room. He didn't make a move, however. He was terrified of getting shot down again. He wanted to prove that he was a good guy so he waited, waited until he could prove to Nailah that he was worth the effort and the energy. He hadn't been to church since he was a freshman in college except for when he went home for Easter and Christmas with his family despite the fact that he grew up in the church. He started going again with Nailah, wanting to re-establish his connection with the Lord and be a good man for the woman he knew he wanted to marry.

He knew from the day they locked eyes across the gym that he wanted to marry her but he felt too silly to tell anyone, let alone her. He wanted to be a great husband so he set his sights on transforming himself from a boy to a man. Nailah inspired him to greatness. He wanted to be a better man for her so he sought out the advice of professors, pastors, and people who had been in long-term, loving, healthy (to the outside eye) relationships for advice and guidance.

Every day that passed it seemed evident that they were destined to spend the rest of their lives together, and one night, three months after that fateful day in his dorm room, they consummated their relationship. Nailah was looking particularly stunning that day, or at least that's what Rod thought. She was wearing a flowing, summery dress that showed the outline of her cocoa brown legs as it blew in the breeze. Her hair was braided neatly and the hint of lip gloss on her lips shone in the sun. Roderick was weak, intoxicated by her beauty. He was still hesitant to make the first move because the imprint of her initial rejection was indelibly imprinted on his psyche. Seeing her there, on the quad, taking his breath away, he had no choice but to grab her and kiss her. Casual observers had no choice but to stop and stare; the sparks the two were emitting were electrifying.

Nailah took the lead and grabbed Roderick's hand. She was an artist, much more of a free spirit, and she was not as restricted by societal rules that told women that they couldn't make the first move. They walked, hand in hand, in silence back to her room. It was the exact opposite of Roderick's room. There was color everywhere. The pillows, curtains, the bed spread, the walls were awash with teals and greens and splashes of reds and pinks and golds decorated every surface. Artwork was everywhere. Neat as a pin, her space was unlike any other and Roderick loved it.

She took the straps of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Roderick was speechless . . . and as hard as a rock. His hands were trembling and she led him to her small bed. Lifting his shirt, she caressed that caramel skin that had her mesmerized all those months ago. Their lips touched softly. It was as if they were breathing each other's air. He wanted to taste all of her, and he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her made love to her earlobes with his mouth. He kissed his way down her neck, painting pleasure on her skin. Lowering the straps of her bra, he kissed her shoulders while she took off his belt.

The two finished undressing and made their way to the bed. Rod was tentative and unsure of himself. He felt insecure because he didn't know if he measured up against other men she had been with; he didn't feel as confident as some of his fraternity brothers did when it came to seducing the ladies. It wasn't that he didn't have lots of experience. When he was with a woman he really cared about, more than just a casual hook up, a twinge of fear always plagued him before he did the do. For that reason, he always took his time with women. He wanted to hear her moaning and screaming in pleasure so he always gently tested the waters. It was his goal to go slow, start off gentle and then build up the pace. More than anything he wanted an invitation back between her legs again and again and again so he didn't want to come on too strong until he was sure she was totally open and receptive for what he had to offer.

Nailah wasn't expecting to be seduced so completely. She was sort of imagining him to be crude and aggressive off the bat, like most men she'd encountered. She was sort of anticipating he would come with the basics: some perfunctory kissing, a few minutes of oral sex, and him ramming her cervix over and over. She was in a state of disbelief when she watched Rod kiss his way down her body, not just kissing but tasting her skin like he was savoring it. He didn't say anything, he didn't ask any questions but he was obviously trying to communicate with his eyes. He wanted her feedback. For instance, when he got to her breasts, he didn't just start sucking her nipples immediately, he caressed the sides, held them up, and licked her nipples softly. Nailah purred her approval and she was very vocal, she had no problem voicing her excitement. "Mmmm, yeah, that feels good. Harder, suck them baby, suck my tits."

Rod had never heard more beautiful words. He was light-headed and turned on. He started sucking, gently at first, and doing it harder, in slow increments. The more she moaned, the more creative he tried to be. He put her breasts together, sucking both nipples at the same time. He licked and sucked the underside of her boobs. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her nipples and simultaneously caressed the softness of her tummy. Nailah was beside herself. She was soaking wet and thrashing around on that tiny bed, humping herself against his thigh and desperate for things to proceed much faster.

Rushing was the very last thing on Rod's mind. He turned her over, and kissed his way down her back. He was hesitant but he kissed lower, planting gently kisses on her butt. Nailah voiced her approval and arched her back, giving him better access. She was out of her mind and ready to scream, "Fuck me now!" but she realized that he had other plans in mind. Roderick massaged the backs of her thighs, his fingertips coming dangerously close to the treasure between her legs. He was a tease. He caressed her flesh, kneaded it, and spread her legs wider, staring at her outer lips as they were opening, revealing their inner, pink sweetness.

Nailah could barely see straight; her eyes were crossed and she was not even sure what sort of sounds were coming out of her mouth. She was breathing hard like she had just run a 9 second 50 meter dash. She pulled her legs back to her chest, giving Roderick a non-verbal invitation to fuck the bejesus out of her. To his complete credit, he wasn't going to be swayed from his objective. He placed her foot in his hand and started licking and sucking her toes. His mouth was wet and he was almost sure he saw Nailah's eyes roll back in her head. Until that point, he had been pretty quiet, concentrating his efforts on pleasing his lady love. Nailah had other plans. She was going to take matters into her own hands, literally.

"I'm so wet for you. Look," she said, as she slid her fingers between her pussy lips. Her juices coated her fingers. Rod was hypnotized. It was like he was having an out of body experience, witnessing everything that was happening from somewhere outside himself. That is, until Nailah took his dick in her slippery, wet hands and started stroking him. She coaxed precum out the head of his dick and worked his shaft like she had been given secret instructions to the exact way he liked his dick stroked.

He groaned and felt his resolve weaken. "Oh shit, stop," he said rather unconvincingly.

"What's the matter big boy? You can dish it out but you can't take it?" Enjoying being in the driver's seat for a minute, Nailah stroked his dick and licked her lips. "I want a taste." Maneuvering her way from under him, she pulled him to his feet. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up. Taking a note from him, she started out slowly licking him. Roderick wanted to hold on to something to keep from falling. Her lips felt so soft, so smooth, so hot. She kissed his shaft, up and down, the right side, the left side, licking and gently nibbling it. When she placed her mouth on his dick, taking the head between her lips, he let out another guttural sound that indicated that he loved it. She started really sucking his dick, taking him deeper and deeper with each descent. Spit formed in her mouth and she upped her game. She swallowed his dick, and used her full lips to try to suck the cum out.

"No, no, no, no, no," Rod cried out. His slow and gentle approach got thrown out the window and he was a man possessed. He picked Nailah up, put her on the bed, and spread the lips of her wet pussy. He inhaled her fragrance and closed his eyes. That first taste of a woman's most sacred space is the most memorable and he wanted to savor it. He exposed her clit, pulling the hood back with his finger and his tongue lapped it softly. Nailah screamed, "Yessssssssss, oh fuck, yessss." He licked her sensitive button and felt her thighs tighten around his head. He slid his fingers inside her wet hole, making her buck that much harder, moan that much louder. Using his lips on her clit, he made it his mission to make her explode in his mouth. Nailah grabbed his head and held to her mound, not letting him move. She was ready. She needed to be fucked.

She chanted over and over again, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck you like you need me. I need you to fuck me."

Rod was not one to disappoint and he kissed her again, sharing her juices with her as he aimed him dick at the place he needed to be. He pushed the head of his dick in her pussy and they both cried out. He got into a rhythm quickly, steady and deep. Her pussy gripped him; he was in a trance. Her nails dug into his flesh' their tongues danced together. He flipped her over and continued from behind. Her neighbors surely heard every grunt and groan as they were anything but quiet. They were sweating and their bodies were slipping and sliding together.

He grabbed her full, round hips and held her still. He didn't want to finish first but that wasn't in his control. Nailah decided she wanted to ride him and she climbed on top of him. The minute he filled his hands with her ass and she slid down on top of him, he knew he was done. He shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on the Callan-Symanzik equation, which for the uninformed is really, really hard. Not in any way, shape, or form harder than his dick though. Nailah got into her own rhythm, up and down, grinding on him, making his dick hit all her spots, pushing herself over the edge. She grabbed her tits and played with them and, being the gentleman that he was, Roderick decided he would take over for her and he filled his hand with her tits and gently pinched her nipples. That was enough to send Nailah over the top and she placed her hands on his chest and . . .

But that was 10 years ago. Rod and Nailah had grown as lovers in the meantime, they knew each other better, and they had shared their secrets and fantasies with one another, revealed all their truths and turn-ons so they knew much better how to please one another. The sex, after 8 years of marriage and 3 children, had only gotten better because they were more open, more honest, and more intimate with each other. Roderick was still every bit as attracted to his wife as he was that moment he saw her across the crowded gymnasium. Staying in love, staying committed through the hard times as well as the good was not easy. It's yet another reason they were so connected to the Fishers. They wanted to emulate and replicate the relationships that were filled with laughter, kisses, flirtation, and love even after the test of time.

Cheating was out of the question for the Overtons. They made a vow and they chose to honor that sacred bond. Cheating was not, as so many people like to claim, something that just happens, like some sort of sexual accident where you are totally innocent and, "Oops," you accidentally had sex with someone else. Cheating is a choice. It's a conscious decision to put your feelings ahead of your partner's, to be selfish and immature. People who cheat always find ways to rationalize it, make it their partner's fault but the truth is, without exception, that if you cheat, you are self-centered and juvenile. Cheating is so common, however, that it's become entertainment. It's on every TV show, every movie, it's in every aspect of media and no one even blinks an eye at the hurt and pain it causes, they think it's sexy or some sort of warped indication of freedom.

Roderick and Nailah decided before they got married that if they were ever unhappy in their marriage, that if there was anything that came between the love that they shared for one another, that they would walk away before deciding to cheat. They decided to communicate their fears, disappointments, and concerns without blaming their partner. It took work. It took effort and time and patience and even more patience to talk the talk and really walk the walk.

There were some downsides to living a life of integrity. True friends were few and far between. They didn't associate with a lot of people because they didn't want to have petty, immature people around them lowering their vibration. Roderick didn't have the time, energy, or tolerance level needed to have a bunch of friends who were cheating on their wives and girlfriends. And almost all the people he encountered did. It wasn't until he got married, and they had their first child that he realized the true impact of what the word family meant that it dawned on him how many of his friends were cheaters and making excuses and covering for one another.

Finished studying, or more accurately, exhausted from studying, Roderick tip-toed into the garage. Nailah had been working on a new series painting just body parts, aiming to help people become more comfortable with their sexuality in all different sizes, shapes, and colors. It was a statement of acceptance. That's why he loved Nailah so much, her artwork wasn't just beautiful; it always made a statement. It always made you think or feel something; it always challenged you to delve deeper than just the superficial.

Of course, Roderick was her primary model but she had other friends and even strangers send her pictures to use as well as the project grew in importance. Roderick did experience a tinge of jealousy when she started getting pictures of other men's dicks at first but they talked about it and all it took was reassurance that Nailah loved only him and he was fine with it. He marveled at how she could paint both the female and male bodies with such awe and visual articulation.

"How you aren't a world-famous artist is beyond me," he said, coming up behind his wife, kissing her on the neck.

"You're sweet, babe, thanks. Are you ready for the test Saturday? I know you have to be. You're the smartest person I know."

"I am prepared but I think I have a healthy sense of concern. I've been great at math my entire life. Real estate? I didn't even pick up a book about it until six months ago. It's not difficult, but, you know me. I always want to be the best. Sales comes naturally to me but . . ."

She cut him off with a kiss. "You are going to do just fine. I have every confidence in you."

Rod got that look in his eye and a tingle in his extremities. He put his arms around Nailah and twisted her stool around to face him. She spread her legs and put her arms around her neck. "Let me clean my brushes and take a shower. I'm tired; it's been a long day. But, I might be motivated to spend some quality time with the man I love if I can get one of your special hot oil massages."

"Hot oil massage coming up,' he replied, grinning from ear to ear as her phone rang. "No, don't answer it, don't answer it. Nooooooo. It's our time." He mouthed the words, "Please, baby please, pretty please," as he but on his best Keith Sweat begging face, throwing up his hands in frustration knowing she would answer it.

She looked at her phone, "It's Dana. Let me just take her call and I'll be ready for some lovin' as soon as I get out of the shower. Hey girl, what's up?"

To be continued . . .

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