your wife and have to act as such.”
Maurice turned to her with a dazed look and then back to the television.
He dozed off, and Bevelyn went to work. She tried to get into his phone, again without any luck. “I know he was with a bitch tonight,” she kept thinking.
She put his phone back and leaned over to smell his body. She was not happy there was no scent of a woman. She knew Maurice slept hard, so she started to slowly move his boxers open enough to expose his dick. She leaned in to smell his dick and could not smell the essence of pussy or come.
Looking at his dick, still fat when it was soft, she was compelled to pull it out. She pulled it out, and it plopped down on the outside of his boxers. She started to lick the head of his dick, running her tongue side to side along the head. She put her lips around the head slowly, and she started to notice it rising. She looked up at Maurice and could see his facial expression change.
She sat up, giving him a second to relax his face because she didn’t want him to wake up. She went back down to his dick and licked the head. She started to move his hand to place it on her pussy, but he moved it back. She sat up quickly. She started licking his dick again, and it started to rise. She would always have to readjust her mouth the harder he got because of his thickness.
He became rock hard as she bounced her head up and down on his dick. He started to moan. She quickly straddled him with her pussy in his face. She wanted him to wake up and slide his tongue straight into her waiting, wet pussy as soon as he opened his eyes to see it. “Oh Aid—” he said as he opened his eyes to see Bevelyn’s pussy. “Stop!” he said and tossed Bevelyn off.
He jumped up and went into the bathroom. She rushed in behind him. “Let me eat it, shoot it in my mouth. Let me eat it,” she said.
He had his hands against the wall as if concentrating on something other than sex. She stood there, watching his dick go down very slowly. “What the hell, Maurice? I can’t swallow either?” she asked.
She walked up to him and smacked him on the back of the head.
“Who is this bitch?” she yelled.
“What bitch?” he asked while pushing her out of the way to get his pajama pants.
“I know you’re fucking somebody, Maurice, and it’s that Aiden bitch. I will find her; you better believe that.”
“Whatever, Bevelyn,” Maurice said as he walked out of the room.
chapter 6
The next morning Bevelyn went to Nedia’s house and found she was not home. She looked at her watch and noticed that it was seven thirty. “Where is she? I know she doesn’t have to work on Saturdays,” she thought to herself. She called Nedia, who answered, saying she’d had an early-morning errand to run. Bevelyn asked to meet her for breakfast.
Bevelyn and Nedia were at a diner for breakfast and had received their order.
“Bevelyn, are you OK?” Nedia asked.
“You know, Nedia, I can’t figure Maurice out. I’ve had plenty of infidelity issues with him, but this chick Aiden—”
“Aiden?” interrupted Nedia. “Is he still dreaming about her?”
Bevelyn explained that she didn’t know if he was still dreaming about her but knew he was sleeping with her. She told her that, out of everyone he had ever cheated on her with, this female was the only one she felt was a threat to her.
“Whoa, now that’s deep, Bevelyn,” Nedia said. “Are you sure you’re right about this? I mean, what proof do you have?” she asked.
“When a man wakes up from his sleep rock hard, calling another woman’s name, and then jumps in the shower to finish nutting to her, it’s more than a dream,” she told Nedia. “Then, last night—”
“Last night?” Nedia asked.
“Yes, he would not touch me, Nedia. Not at all. I tried to give him head while he was sleeping.”
“While he was sleeping, Bevelyn?”
“Yes, the dick was hard and ready, girl, but when he woke up, he didn’t want me sucking his dick.
Maurice turned to her with a dazed look and then back to the television.
He dozed off, and Bevelyn went to work. She tried to get into his phone, again without any luck. “I know he was with a bitch tonight,” she kept thinking.
She put his phone back and leaned over to smell his body. She was not happy there was no scent of a woman. She knew Maurice slept hard, so she started to slowly move his boxers open enough to expose his dick. She leaned in to smell his dick and could not smell the essence of pussy or come.
Looking at his dick, still fat when it was soft, she was compelled to pull it out. She pulled it out, and it plopped down on the outside of his boxers. She started to lick the head of his dick, running her tongue side to side along the head. She put her lips around the head slowly, and she started to notice it rising. She looked up at Maurice and could see his facial expression change.
She sat up, giving him a second to relax his face because she didn’t want him to wake up. She went back down to his dick and licked the head. She started to move his hand to place it on her pussy, but he moved it back. She sat up quickly. She started licking his dick again, and it started to rise. She would always have to readjust her mouth the harder he got because of his thickness.
He became rock hard as she bounced her head up and down on his dick. He started to moan. She quickly straddled him with her pussy in his face. She wanted him to wake up and slide his tongue straight into her waiting, wet pussy as soon as he opened his eyes to see it. “Oh Aid—” he said as he opened his eyes to see Bevelyn’s pussy. “Stop!” he said and tossed Bevelyn off.
He jumped up and went into the bathroom. She rushed in behind him. “Let me eat it, shoot it in my mouth. Let me eat it,” she said.
He had his hands against the wall as if concentrating on something other than sex. She stood there, watching his dick go down very slowly. “What the hell, Maurice? I can’t swallow either?” she asked.
She walked up to him and smacked him on the back of the head.
“Who is this bitch?” she yelled.
“What bitch?” he asked while pushing her out of the way to get his pajama pants.
“I know you’re fucking somebody, Maurice, and it’s that Aiden bitch. I will find her; you better believe that.”
“Whatever, Bevelyn,” Maurice said as he walked out of the room.
chapter 6
The next morning Bevelyn went to Nedia’s house and found she was not home. She looked at her watch and noticed that it was seven thirty. “Where is she? I know she doesn’t have to work on Saturdays,” she thought to herself. She called Nedia, who answered, saying she’d had an early-morning errand to run. Bevelyn asked to meet her for breakfast.
Bevelyn and Nedia were at a diner for breakfast and had received their order.
“Bevelyn, are you OK?” Nedia asked.
“You know, Nedia, I can’t figure Maurice out. I’ve had plenty of infidelity issues with him, but this chick Aiden—”
“Aiden?” interrupted Nedia. “Is he still dreaming about her?”
Bevelyn explained that she didn’t know if he was still dreaming about her but knew he was sleeping with her. She told her that, out of everyone he had ever cheated on her with, this female was the only one she felt was a threat to her.
“Whoa, now that’s deep, Bevelyn,” Nedia said. “Are you sure you’re right about this? I mean, what proof do you have?” she asked.
“When a man wakes up from his sleep rock hard, calling another woman’s name, and then jumps in the shower to finish nutting to her, it’s more than a dream,” she told Nedia. “Then, last night—”
“Last night?” Nedia asked.
“Yes, he would not touch me, Nedia. Not at all. I tried to give him head while he was sleeping.”
“While he was sleeping, Bevelyn?”
“Yes, the dick was hard and ready, girl, but when he woke up, he didn’t want me sucking his dick.
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