Maurice took his pants off and dropped them on the floor. He placed the blindfold on her and bent her over the arm of the couch. Jasmine opened her legs and arched her pussy up. He knelt down and started to eat her. She began to moan from his tongue licking her pussy lips. He stood up to stick his dick in, and Denise was standing at the back of the couch.
She placed her finger over her mouth and motioned for him to eat Jasmine again. He knelt back down to start licking her, and Denise started crawling over to him. He was spreading Jasmine’s pussy wide to stick his tongue as far inside as he could. Denise started to suck his dick. He let out an, “Ah!”
“Is it good?” Jasmine asked, thinking he was moaning from eating her pussy.
“Hell yeah!” he said as Denise bobbed up and down on his dick. He wanted to make her suck his dick until he came but knew Jasmine would be puzzled if he didn’t fuck her directly after eating her.
He used one hand to push Denise away and stood up to put his dick inside Jasmine. He ran his dick up her pussy and then back down. Denise pushed him back and licked Jasmine’s pussy with three strokes. Maurice rubbed her pussy as he gave Denise a long kiss. He whispered in her ear, “Leave me your number,” and started to slide his dick inside Jasmine.
“Damn!” she said.
Denise grabbed his pants and dropped them back down on the floor near him. She bent down to expose her pussy as she placed her number in the pocket of his pants. He was still fucking Jasmine and slid his fingers inside Denise. He started to finger Denise and play around with her pussy as he was fucking Jasmine. Jasmine started to come, and Denise stood up. She walked over to Maurice. “Are you ready to come?” she whispered.
“I can,” he said as Jasmine reached her climax.
“Eat her and let me suck it out,” she said to him.
“Keep your blindfold on while I eat you again,” he told Jasmine.
He pulled his dick out and started eating her, and Denise started to suck his dick. He started to come and she pushed his dick deep in her mouth. He started to moan loudly and Jasmine demanded to taste his come. Denise had swallowed much of his nut, but he walked around and let her lick the little bit left to come out. Denise walked down the hallway as though she was never in the living room.
“Damn, Maurice, you been fucking a lot. You didn’t even have any come for me,” she said.
“Sorry about that,” he said, laughing.
After Jasmine washed up, Maurice went into the bathroom. Denise came from her bedroom entrance to the bathroom. She turned on the sink so that she could talk without Jasmine hearing her.
“You want to fuck on a regular?” she asked him.
“The way you give head, hell yeah,” he said.
“Good, just call me,” she said.
“Let me get a little taste,” he said as she was walking back out the door.
“OK, but quick so she won’t get suspicious,” she said.
She propped her leg on the toilet, and he bent down and started to lick her pussy. She pushed his head back.
“Stop!” she said.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing is wrong, it feels too damn good. Damn! I’m not going to want to stop,” she said.
“OK,” he said. “Next time.”
Maurice went back into the living room, where Jasmine was waiting. “Jasmine, I need you to do a favor for me,” he said.
“Name it,” she replied.
“Take this, and buy some vitamins or something that looks like regular pills,” he said as he handed her a hundred dollars. “I need you to print me a label for some type of antibiotic and an information sheet. Bevelyn is going to come to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine.”
“Oh, OK, no problem,” she said without asking anything.
He thanked her, got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and left.
The next morning, Maurice did not get out of bed for work. Bevelyn had the kids off to school and thought it was odd that Maurice had not gotten out of bed to say good-bye to them. She decided to check on him. She entered the room, and he had just taken a thermometer of his mouth and had a towel on his forehead.
“What’s wrong, Maurice?” she asked.
“I’m feeling awful. I’m going to the doctor to see what’s wrong.” Maurice slowly got out of bed, got dressed, and headed out the door.
Maurice’s mind was on getting more head from Denise. He enjoyed how good she sucked his dick and wanted to meet up with her before going back home. He wanted to use that as enough time to be at a doctor’s appointment. He called Nedia before calling Denise.
“Hey baby,” he said.
“Hey! How are you?” Nedia asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. A heads up, I’m going to be sick today and tomorrow,” he said.
“Gotcha! I’ll give her a call like I saw you sick here today,” she said.
“OK. Is Tobias going?” Maurice asked.
“Yes, he will be there, but you know I love you,” she said.
“I know that, and I know I don’t like him too.”
Nedia laughed. “Look babe, I’m going to go.”
“Nedia, I want to be there with you so bad. You just said that you can’t have me when you need me, and now I can’t be there for you because of Bevelyn.”
“This is a totally different situation, Maurice. She can’t, under any circumstances, be there,” she said.
“OK, well, you know I want to be there. I love you,” he said as he hung up the phone.
Bevelyn used the time Maurice was away to look through his things. She picked up his pants he’d had on the previous night and could not find a scent on them. She found a piece of paper that looked as though it had been ripped as it came out of his pocket. Her phone rang, and it was Delven. “Man, his weak ass better go somewhere,” she thought as she let the call go to voice mail. “Damn it!” she said to herself. “I have to find something on him before the will reading, or I’m toast.”
Maurice made contact with Denise, and she was game to give him another blow job. He met her at a railroad crossing away from anyone. He was eagerly anticipating how she kept her mouth wet as she sucked and played with his dick like a toy. She had a way with a dick that very few others had.
He walked up to her car and stuck his hand through the top of her shirt to feel her breast. She started to unzip his pants and pulled his dick out. “Let me get out,” she said.
She got out of the car, and he walked behind her with his dick still out of his pants. She squatted with her back against the passenger door of her car and pulled his dick to her mouth. She started to suck his dick and then stopped. “I want you to fuck my face, literally,” she said.
He was amazed how she was able to handle his dick and started to pound her face. He kept his eyes closed and his head back. He could hear her head hitting the door as he pounded her face. She kept his dick wet, and his dick slid in and out of her mouth smoothly.
He started to come and pushed his body deep into her face. She started to gag, so he pulled back. She grabbed him and pushed him back in deep, and he exploded in her throat. He let out a loud yell of relief and contentment. She continued to softly lick his dick as the remainder of his come slowly oozed out of the top. She put his dick back in his pants, stood up, and told him to call her when he needed another round.
Maurice headed back home, visibly drained from his blow job. He walked in the door, and Bevelyn asked about the doctor’s visit.
“I have some type of virus,” he said, heading straight to the bedroom.
She followed him and asked if he needed anything.
“Yes, I didn’t want to wait for my prescription. Can you please pick it up?” he asked.
“Sure.”
She was heading to the closet to get her shoes when he told her he was advised to stay in the bed for forty-eight hours.
“Well, the funeral is tomorrow. That shouldn’t be long,” she said.
“Bev, we can’t go. I can’t go out any
where. I’m very weak,” he said.
Her eyes began to fill with tears. “OK, Maurice, O-fucking-K!” she said as she stormed out the door.
After Maurice heard her drive off, he grabbed his phone and texted Jasmine that Bevelyn was on her way and jumped in the shower.
Bevelyn was crying as she headed to the pharmacy. When she arrived, she straightening herself up enough to get the prescription. She walked up to the counter and was greeted by a polite pharmacist named Jasmine.
“Hello ma’am, can I help you?” Jasmine asked.
“Yes, I’m here to pick up a prescription for my husband, Maurice Galvinston.”
Jasmine retrieved the medication and printout. She explained the antibiotic to Bevelyn and told her to watch him carefully for any side effects for the first twenty-four hours.
Bevelyn became more upset at the pharmacist’s instructions. She got in her car and threw the medication bag onto the passenger seat and drove off. She was approaching a red light when she began to think of when she first met Joseph. They would sit in the field together and talk about their lives and their marriages. Joe revealed to her how badly he wanted children of his own and how it broke his heart that he did not have any biological children.
She decided to call Nedia to let her know that she and Maurice would be unable to attend the funeral. She reached down for her phone and ran into the car in front of her. The driver, an average-sized man, exited the car. He asked her if she was OK.
“Yes, I’m fine. Are you OK?” she asked as she got out of her car. She picked up her cell phone and started to call the police.
“Wait,” he said. “Let’s just exchange information. There’s no need to contact the police.”
“OK.”
As she looked for her insurance information, he could see she was crying. “May I?” he said politely as he wiped her tears. “It’s OK, it’s not that big of a deal.” She thanked him for his understanding and got back in her car.
He walked to her car door and asked if he could call her some time. She looked at him and then his Jaguar and immediately began to think of how much he reminded her of Joe. “Yes, you can, anytime you want,” she said with a smile. She took his hand and wrote her cell phone number and name down.
He looked at her. “By the way, I’m Les,” he said.
Bevelyn arrived home and called Nedia to tell her that she and Maurice would not be able to make it to the funeral. Nedia told Bevelyn that she saw Maurice at the hospital and that he didn’t look too good. Bevelyn began to cry, saying she really needed to be with Nedia at the funeral. “It’s OK, Bevelyn, really it is. Just take care of Maurice,” she said.
Bevelyn walked into the bedroom and handed Maurice some juice and his pills. Maurice took the medication and told her his sister would have the kids for the next few days while he was sick. Bevelyn was headed out of the bedroom door and heard Maurice’s phone vibrate.
“Do you want me to get that?” she asked.
“No, it’s just a text.”
Bevelyn walked out of the room, and Maurice reached for his phone. “Good job!” a text from Nedia read.
chapter 11
The funeral had been over for weeks. Maurice was back at work, and everything was back to normal. He had just come out of his weekly meeting with a soda in his hand and was walking to his desk when he noticed Sheila leaving his area. He went straight to his desk, looking for anything that may have been out of place. He looked around and did not see her, so he grabbed his things and headed down the hallway. He stopped at the break room to throw away his drink, and Sheila was attempting to walk out. “Hello,” she said.
“Hello Sheila,” he said as he quickly moved past her.
He walked to the trash and dropped his soda can in. When he turned around, Sheila was standing directly behind him.
“You don’t think you can get rid of me that easy, do you?” she asked. “No such luck, huh?” he replied.
She stood on her toes and began to smell the bottom of his chin.
“I smell pussy again,” she said.
“Sheila, I—” he began to say as she started to slowly and seductively lick his chin.
“Yeah, that’s pussy,” she said.
He was extremely turned on by her actions, and she pulled him to her and started to kiss him. She started to rub his dick when they heard the doorknob turning. He pushed her back and walked off. She looked at him and smiled.
Bevelyn was at home enjoying her evening and trying to pry her way into Maurice’s safe when a text message came in. “Hello gorgeous, can we do lunch?” it read. Bevelyn was excited to hear from Les again. She decided to call him while she tried to break Maurice’s combination.
Les revealed that he was a senior scientist at a local DNA lab, unmarried, and had no children. He was interested in her but was very adamant about not wanting to know anything about her husband. He asked her to not mention his name or anything about him because he could become a jealous man. She thought that was a strange request, and it threw up a red flag for her. He told her that he had no problem taking care of her as long as she took care of him. Bevelyn sat on the phone and started to enjoy what she was hearing, though hesitant about his concerns with Maurice.
Maurice walked in the door with the children, and Bevelyn hurried off the phone. He handed Bevelyn the mail, which included a letter from an attorney. Bevelyn opened the letter and read that she was to be at the attorney’s office the next day.
“That bastard!” she said aloud as she balled the letter up.
“What’s wrong, Bev?” Maurice asked.
“Remember that fender bender I was in the night you were sick? That bastard is suing me,” she said.
“Really?” he asked.
Bevelyn thought about how Les was so concerned about not ever hearing Maurice’s name and decided she would flaunt her husband in front of him.
“Maurice, can you go with me? It shouldn’t be long, and it’s during your lunch break.”
“I guess,” he replied.
Bevelyn felt like she had been manipulated by Les and was ready to fight fire with fire.
Bevelyn and Maurice arrived at the address on the envelope. “Doesn’t that look like Nedia’s car?” she asked Maurice.
He got out of the car and looked. “Yes, it does.” He told Bevelyn he had left his cell phone in the car. He opened the passenger door and unlocked his glove compartment to get the remote for Nedia’s car. He pushed the lock button, and her car horn blew and her lights blinked. He was confused as to why she would be there when she was supposed to be at work.
“Did you read the letter?” Maurice asked.
“No, I just glanced at it and saw to be here today. I just cannot believe he’s doing this,” she said.
“Well, Bev, you did hit him,” he said, still wondering why Nedia’s car was there.
Maurice and Bevelyn arrived on the fifth floor of the building and reached the attorney’s office. They were asked to have a seat until they were called. Maurice was looking around at the generic office setting, becoming concerned about Nedia’s her presence in the area. An attorney came out and called Bevelyn’s name to escort her back.
Bevelyn and Maurice were led into a room and saw Nedia, Diane, and other people sitting at a conference table.
“What are you doing here?” Nedia asked them.
“A traffic accident,” replied Bevelyn.
Maurice was just as confused as Bevelyn.
“This is a will reading,” the attorney said.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have come to the wrong office,” Bevelyn said.
“Are you Bevelyn Annette Wayne-Galvinston?” the attorney asked. “Yes, I am,” she said.
“Well, you’re supposed to be here,” he said.
Maurice looked at Nedia as he sat down. Diane had not opened her mouth or looked phased.
Nedia jumped up, “I think this is a mistake!” she said.
“No, ma’am, there is no mistake,” the attorney
said.
Nedia began to panic. Maurice got up to console her.
“She can’t be here, Maurice,” she whispered.
“What the hell is going on?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
Bevelyn watched with concern as Maurice was consoling Nedia.
The attorney began to read the will, “To my loving wife, Denetra, I leave controlling assets of my business, stocks, and bonds totaling $168 million.”
“Denetra?” Bevelyn asked.
No one responded to Bevelyn.
“Who in the hell is Denetra?” she asked.
Diane still did not say a word. She continued to sit quietly at the table. To my daughter, Aiden—”
“AIDEN!” Bevelyn said as she stood up from the table. “Bitch! You’re fucking Aiden?”
Diane still did not move or open her mouth.
Nedia looked at Bevelyn. “Yes, I am Aiden,” she said calmly.
Bevelyn jumped across the table toward Aiden, punching her on the side of her face. Maurice and some of the people at the table were trying to pull Bevelyn down, but she was much stronger and a much more advanced fighter than they imagined.
Aiden fell out of her chair and jumped straight up into a stance. Bev-elyn continued to swing at Aiden, but she was able to maneuver some of her blows and kicked Bevelyn in her chest, knocking the wind out of her. Security came into the room and restrained Bevelyn to a chair.
“Bitch, I’m going to kill you! Watch me, I’m going to kill you! You have NO idea who you’re dealing with!” she yelled.
The attorney wanted to reconvene another day.
“No!” yelled Nedia, “let’s get this shit over now. I want to know the real reason she’s here.”
Bevelyn asked to go to the bathroom, and security escorted her. Maurice went to Aiden and asked if she was OK.
“I’m fine. Go check on your wife,” she said.
“Aiden, I’m not going anywhere, and I want to know why she’s in his will?” he asked.
“Good question,” she said.
Bevelyn went into the bathroom and started running the water. “Why in the hell am I mad? I’m here for her. Get it together, girl, get it together. This shit is not real. Get it together, Bev,” she said to herself as she washed her face.
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