Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 3

Celine and Danni hugged and blew air kisses, so as not to ruin the Black girl's breathtaking efforts.

"Call me," Celine admonished.

"I will," Danni promised. "Tomorrow."

As we made our way to the door, I had to comment.

"It looks like you made a friend."

Danni looked straight ahead, smiled coyly and nodded.

"Oh yeah," she murmured dreamily. "I sure did."
As we pulled away from the curb, my lover snuggled up to me and resumed her casual stroking of my inner thigh. I was having difficulty concentrating on driving.

"So," she breathed in my ear, "what's next?"

I had had a whole mental list of things I wanted us to do this afternoon. Now, all I could think about was getting her home – and into bed. When I put the suggestion to her, she pouted her demurral.

"After I got all dressed up and sexy for you? What were you thinking? I want you to take me out and show me off. I'm too jazzed up to think about eating, but the least you could do is take me for a drink!"

I wanted to take her all right, but not for drinks. Still, she did have a point. Danny loved to show me off in public – as much as I loved to flaunt myself. He had always been so proud of me and wanted everyone to see what a good thing he had. I adored the man for being so confident in himself that he could do that. Apart from my occasional flings, I never gave him a reason to doubt me.

Now the shoe was on the other foot – and I was having a problem with it. For all our sexual experimentation in the past, both public and private, Danny and I had never been to a swing club, swapped, or even had a threesome with another female (Lexi had frequently given me grief about that). That was my choice, not his. I knew what a good thing I had waiting for me at home. I knew there were other women who would sell their firstborn to get their hands on a man like that – and never let go. Say what you will about hypocrisy; I could never bring myself to share my husband with another woman. The