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with a man other than your husband. You have a good man at home.”
    “Yeah, but you saw him, Minah. The brother is fine,” Lang said defiantly.
    “Yes, but so is Sean,” Aminah countered.
    “I know, but it’s something about him,” Lang said, unsure of how she could explain that “something” to her girlfriend when she hadn’t quite nailed it herself. “Minah, he picked up on something within seconds of meeting me that my husband doesn’t have a clue about in the six years I’ve known him.”
    “What? That you’re a freak?” Aminah asked, folding her arms.
    Lang detested that word, and Aminah knew it. She’d always thought freak held such negative connotations. It denoted something being wrong with you, like you were some kind of a circus spectacle. No, she preferred sexually liberated.
    “I am not a freak, Minah,” Lang said, hitting the T in not so hard that a tiny speckle of spit flew from the little space between her two front teeth.
    “I mean, call it what you want, Lang, but I still don’t understand why you can’t just tell your husband what gets you off.”
    “What if he’s repulsed by it, Minah?” Lang asked sincerely. “And you know how men’s egos are. Sean likes to be either in charge or super-romantic, and I like that, too, some of the time. But, Minah, there’s a whole range of sexual expression inside me that doesn’t fall into either one of those categories. If I even touch myself while I’m riding him, he’s quick to move my hand and do it himself, and that’s not always what I want. Sometimes I wanna get myself off with him inside me, and, sure, I may be thinking of something or someone else at the time, but lemme enjoy the experience inside my head.”
    “You don’t think you can share your sexual desires and fantasies with Sean? ” Aminah asked, still not convinced. “Come on, Lang, you have to come up with something better than that.”
    “I’m not so sure if Sean would even be my husband if he knew what got me off.”
    There. She’d said it. Lang knew many a man who’d said they wanted a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed, but in reality she believed there were still certain things, certain acts most men did not want to do with the woman they vowed to honor and cherish.
    “Come again, Lang?”
    “Listen, Aminah, I think a lot of men practice sexual restraint to some degree with their wives. On the other hand, the sexual possibilities with so-called ‘hos’ or women they’d never ever consider wifing stretch as far as their imaginations will allow them.”
    “Yeah, but, Lang, we’re not talking about most men and hos. We’re talking about you and Sean.”
    “Yeah, and Sean wouldn’t want to do anything remotely, I dunno, violent or what other people might perceive as degrading or even humiliating with his respectable wife.”
    “And that makes him a bad husband?”
    “No, not at all, but it leaves me an unsatisfied wife,” Lang admitted.
    “Unsatisfied? I’ve never heard you complain about Sean’s performance in bed till now. And, honestly, I don’t think you would’ve married Sean if he was a bad lay.”
    “I never said he was bad. He’s actually quite good, but I’ve got a strong appetite for something more than that. Like, I’d love to have a ménage à trois with Sean and—”
    “Another woman?” Aminah asked incredulously. “Really? You actually wanna see another woman doing your husband?”
    “Well, that’s not where I was going. But if you hadn’t cut me off, I was gonna say with Sean, me, and another man.”
    “Ugh, Lang, that’s disgusting. Fuck outta here with that one. Sean’s not goin’ for that.”
    “Exactly. And therein lies the problem. We both know plenty of men whose fantasy involves two women. But how many husbands do you know who could even stomach, let alone go through with, the mere idea of a ménage involving themselves, their wives, and another man? And you want me to tell Sean what gets me off? I