Dilemmas (Part 1) (8 page)

“Don’t sleep with her tonight, Maurice. This is our night in its entirety.”

He looked at her and told her he had no plans to. “You’ll know, she tells you almost everything,” he said. Nedia walked him to the door and gave him a kiss on his way out.

Maurice arrived home at around half past midnight. Bevelyn was mad but tried to play it off. He walked in the door and on the couch was Bevelyn in a black nightie.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

“Hanging out.”

He headed to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

“You haven’t eaten?” she asked as he leaned into the refrigerator.

“I haven’t eaten anything,” he said.

She got off the couch and said, “Here, let me find you something to eat.”

She pushed him back from the refrigerator and told him that she would find him something to eat. She bent over to expose her pink pussy as she played it with her fingers. “Oh, I just found you something to eat, and it’s juicy too.”

He laughed and walked to the refrigerator, lightly pushed her aside, and grabbed some sandwich meat and the loaf of bread off the top of the refrigerator. Mad as hell, she stood up. Maurice walked back over to the refrigerator. “Could you hand me the mayonnaise?” he asked.

She snatched it out of the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of juice and placed them on the counter.

Maurice sat down in the living room to watch television. Bevelyn was still standing in the kitchen in disbelief. She decided to try again and went to the living room.

“What are you getting ready to watch?” she asked.

“I don’t know, just flipping channels.”

She told him that if he were staying in the living room she would be staying with him. “OK, well, I can watch TV in the bedroom,” he said.

He finished his sandwich and juice and headed off to the bedroom. When he walked in the door, she started to pull off his shirt.

“Whoa, what are you doing, Bev?” he asked as he tried to put his shirt back on.

“I want to get my dick,” she said.

He told her he was just going to lie down.

“You never lay in your clothes, so you might as well take them off and get comfortable,” she said.

Maurice took his shirt off and left his tank top on. He took off his pants and left his boxers on. He laid in the bed and turned on the television. Bevelyn knew their sex life was iffy but knew he loved eating pussy and getting his dick sucked. She laid in the bed beside him and tried to grab his hand. She placed his hand on her pussy, and he jerked his hand back.

“I’m chilling right now, Bev,” he said.

“Well, I want to fuck!” she said. “Where have you been, Maurice, that you don’t want to fuck?”

“Bev, we barely
fuck
, and you know it. Don’t make it seem like we do. I’m not going to argue with you tonight.”

She looked at him and could tell he wasn’t the least bit interested.

“You’re right, Maurice, but I’m going to make this work. I’ve decided I’m going to get my act together and make things better for me and you. I’m 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. This bitch is pissing me off!” Bevelyn said.

Nedia sat there with a smile on her face.

“I know that you’re happy, Nedia. Yes, I love and that good pussy of yours, but I love dick too—and lots of it.”

“Oh, I know that, as do I,” Nedia said gazing as she thought of the night before with Maurice.

“What is this look, Nedia? Your new boo got you open, huh?”

Nedia laughed. “Not exactly,” she said.

“Uh-huh. O’ boy must have torn the pussy up last night.”

Nedia laughed and suggested it was time to leave.

“Details, details,” Bevelyn demanded. “Oh come on, you wanted to know about my love session with Maurice, now I want to know about this guy.”

“Ugh, OK. We had no oral sex whatsoever. His dick moved about my pussy like it was his finger, tongue, and dick rolled up in one. Feeling his dick throbbing inside of me, fighting not to come, drove me crazy. And lying in his arms afterward—that sealed the night,” Nedia said.

“Dayum, chick, sounds like you all in love and shit.”

“Let’s go,” Nedia said.

As they walked out of the diner, Bevelyn noticed a dent on the hood of Nedia’s car.

“Nedia, what happened to your car?” she asked.

Nedia looked at the car and all but busted out laughing.

“I don’t know. I’ll have someone look at it.”

“Did your boo fuck you up there?” Bevelyn jokingly asked.

“Girl, I have to go. I’ll call you later,” Nedia said as she rushed to get into her car.

As Bevelyn was getting into hers, her phone rang.

“Hey, Cup, you can’t keep me starving like this, you know. I have to eat that pussy at least twice a week,” Joe said on the phone.

“Hey Joe, you caught me out too. After the night I had, I could use a good eating.”

“Do you want to meet me now?” he asked.

“Yes, meet me off Broadner at that spot.”

Maurice was awakened by one of his kids trying to fix breakfast. He laughed as he approached the kitchen and saw mushy pancakes on the griddle, pancake mix on the counters, egg yolks on the floor, a dishcloth hanging out of a running dishwasher, and a knife in the blender. He laughed, helped the kids clean up, and decided to hang out with them for the day. He dressed them, packed a lunch, and decided to take them out to breakfast and then to a park to play.

When he arrived at the park, he spotted someone who looked a lot like Shelia, but he was unsure if it were her. He found a table and was unfolding the tablecloth when he heard, “I’m patiently waiting,” from behind him. He turned around, and it was Sheila.

“Hey, Sheila, I thought I recognized you. How are you?” he asked.

“I’m well. Out here with my son on this beautiful Saturday. You here with your kids and wife?”

“No, just my kids this morning,” he answered. He continued to prepare the table, and she voluntarily started to help.

After they were done, they both sat down at the table and watched the children playing as they enjoyed conversation with one another. Maurice, being as sexual as he was, could see the silhouette of her body through her dress. He was trying not to pay too much attention to her but noticed her sundress rose high on her as she sat next to him. He instantly became aroused. She caught a glimpse of him looking at her thighs.

“You like thighs?” she asked.

“Why, yes, I do.”

“Why don’t you let me do what I want? You don’t have to fuck me, or anything. I just enjoy giving head. It’s my thing. I like dick in my mouth as often as possible, like you probably like fucking,” she said while staring down at his dick. He looked at her and smiled.

The wind began to blow hard, and she used the opportunity to show him that she was not wearing any underwear under her dress. She stretched over the table to guard the lifting tablecloth and exposed her newly shaven,
very perky and pink pussy. His first instinct was to slide his finger in accidentally. When she sat back down, she looked straight at his dick. “I see you like what you saw,” she said, smiling.

He simply nodded yes. She spread her legs open, “Why don’t you touch it? I would rather get under this table and suck some nut, but you can touch it,” she said as she reached over to unzip his pants. She pulled his dick.

“Oh shit, you’re huge!”