Sharing the Sheets
Natalie Weber
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Sharing the Sheets
Acknowledgments
1 - Regina
2 - Mark
3 - Tony
4 - Regina
5 - Mark
6 - Vanessa
7 - Regina
8 - Mark
9 - Amanda
10 - Regina
11 - Vanessa
12 - Tony
13 - Mark
14 - Vanessa
15 - Diana
16 - Regina
17 - Amanda
18 - Tony
19 - Diana
20 - Mark
21 - Vanessa
22 - Regina
23 - Tony
24 - Diana
25 - Amanda
26 - Regina
27 - Tony
28 - Amanda
29 - Tony
30 - Vanessa
31 - Mark
32 - Regina
33 - Amanda
34 - Mark
35 - Amanda
36 - Regina
Epilogue
Girls From da Hood 11
Copyright Page
Sharing the Sheets
Natalie Weber
Acknowledgments
First and foremost I thank God. If it wasn’t for Him I would not have the strength to carry on.
Thank you to all my fans, because if there was no love and support, I would be long gone from this game.
I would like to give a special shout to, Carl Weber. You’re not just my boss in real life, but my family. Love you like cook food!
Thanks to my editors, Diane and Clarissa. We got through it once again.
Thanks to the Urban Books team, you guys make it happen.
Lastly, thanks to my boys for understanding the space and time I needed to get this done. I love you unconditionally.
1
Regina
“Come on, we got like two hours. I don’t want to waste any time. I need you inside me.” I grabbed at his belt to unbuckle it because he was moving too slow for me.
He swatted at my hands.
I sighed. “What is your fucking problem?” My pussy was wet. My nipples were hard as hell. I was butt-ass naked when I let you in, did you not think I was ready to fuck? That’s what I get for thinking there would be no attachments.
“Damn. I just thought—”
“You thought what?” I asked with a full attitude.
“I thought . . . You know what, forget it. Come on. Where you want it at?”
I flashed him a big-ass smile and his little delay was quickly forgotten. I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees while he unbuckled his belt. In one movement he dropped his pants and boxers exposing his strong ten inches to my face. His smell was fresh and he was neatly trimmed. I licked my lips and took all of him into my wet, warm mouth. His moans soon filled the room. It turned me on even more to hear him groan from my pleasure. I sucked him harder and stronger and just when his moans became louder I stopped. Quickly I got on all fours. “Fuck me,” I demanded.
“Oh, you want it like that?”
“What you waiting on? You already got the invite.” I was fired up and ready to get my back blown out.
He rammed himself into me to shut me up. I thought I was going to cum after one stroke from him. I clenched my pussy tight every time he entered.
“Ahhh, fuck, you feel so good,” he shouted as he tugged on my ponytail.
“Yes, fuck this pussy. Pull it, wrap it tight. Fuck me like a whore,” I said wanting him to just go buck wild on me; I wanted it rough and crazy, like the kind of sex where you are even surprised at yourself because you were so excited.
He gave it to me good. He slammed, slapped, and tossed my ass around like a rag doll. Just how I wanted it. Soon we were in my bedroom. He threw my ass on the bed and that’s when I heard a car pull into the driveway. He didn’t hear it.
“Stop.” He wasn’t complying so I pushed him off of me and jumped off the bed. I listened intently.
“Why you stopping me? I thought you—”
“Get under the bed. My husband is home.” I grabbed all of his shit and tossed it under the bed and ran out the bedroom. If his ass ain’t get under that bed, both our asses are screwed. At the time I had no idea how or what was going to happen when I entered the small hallway. I didn’t have time to jump into the shower or anything. Oh well, fuck it. I just won’t let him eat me out.
It was routine for him to go straight to the fridge after walking in. I tiptoed toward the foyer to glance in the mirror to fix my hair because I knew it was a wreck. Then I posted myself leaning against the living room wall facing the kitchen. At first he didn’t realize I was there. I watched him close the fridge door and turn around. His eyes finally met my naked body.
“Hi, honey, how was your day?”
He smiled. “It’s about to be a whole lot better.” He pulled me toward him and gently kissed my neck.
“Ahh, baby, this such a nice surprise.” He palmed my ass with his right hand and gently played with my nipple with his left. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. I got something for you.” He started to remove his clothes and dropped them to the floor.
My heart started to beat a little faster. I wasn’t about to act nervous and give myself away. I had it good and I wasn’t going to fuck it up over some side dick. “Give it to me now, baby. No need for the bed.” I tried to lure him away from the thought of needing a bed.
“No, baby, I want to make love to my wife.” He picked me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.
I was so fucking scared when he laid me on the bed, I could barely breathe correctly.
“Baby, you okay?” my husband asked noticing my sudden hesitation to take in air.
“I’m fine, sweetie. Show me what you got for me.” I pulled him closer to me and kissed him passionately. Fuck it. Tony just gonna have to hear it, moans and all. “Stick it in me, baby.” I pulled on both my nipples and opened my legs wide.
His little thumbsy stood at great attention ready to be swallowed by my gushing river. He was no bigger than six inches, but he sure could eat some pussy and his pockets was never-ending which made up for anything he was lacking.
“Ooh wee, look at my sugar. It’s so wet. Was you starting without me?” His fingers passed over my wet opening. “Let me taste some of my honey.” He scooted down between my legs like a happy little nerd seeing pussy for the first time.
“No, no, no, I want you now. Put it in me. I need it.” I rolled over and cocked my ass in the air. Once I felt his hips against my ass I put on the show, bucking my ass, screaming all types of dirty, nasty shit to get his ass off. It only took a few minutes of embarrassing phrases that Tony would definitely throw back in my face at a later date. I didn’t care. This just had to be over with in a hurry.
“Turn over. Pull your legs back.”
I flipped onto my back and pulled my ankles to the back of my ears. He slipped himself into one of my holes. At that point I really didn’t give a shit which hole he stuck it into just as long as his thumbsy ass got off and I could get Tony’s ass out of my house.
With a few more thrusts it was over. Immediately I wiggled from under him thinking of Tony down below. “Don’t tell me that’s all you have. Let’s go take a shower. I want you to control those new power streams we just got installed.” I winked and hopped off the bed. I bent over and shook my butt so he didn’t have a reason to pass up the offer. I closed my eyes and slowly headed to the bathroom. I started to count silently, one,
two, thr . . . Then there it was: the sound of him easing off the bed. Thank goodness.
“I’m right behind that fat ass.” He ran up behind me and smacked my ass hard.
All I was thinking about was getting his ass in there. I was definitely going to keep his ass in there for a while. Shit, that stupid motherfucker, Tony, probably won’t get the hint! I hurried into the bathroom, heading straight to the shower. I opened the glass door and Mark was right behind me.
“Ooh, baby, do you want your little friend to play?” I’d been neglecting his needs so I knew this would get me back in the room for a quick second.
“Yeah, let me go—”
I latched on to his biceps. “No, baby, let me go get it. Besides I want to make an entrance. Just tap on those buttons and get it steamy in here. Get ready for me, big boy.” I let his arm go and exited the shower. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you follow me, you’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Hurry your ass up then,” he said with a chuckle.
I rushed out the bathroom door and closed it quickly behind me. I didn’t see Tony. I panicked; I dove to the floor, raised the bed curtain, and looked under the bed. I whispered, “Tony. Tony.”
Suddenly a wet touch hit my ass crack. I jumped and knocked my head against the bottom of the king-sized bed. “Fuck!” When I turned around Tony was standing over me stroking his manhood and licking his lips. Oh, damn, there was only one answer for that pose. It was pure lust and symptoms of a whore-like mental disorder that filled my body. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom door. I held on to the doorknob and bent over. As I looked back at him I whispered, “Just a few strokes then get your clothes out the hallway closet and get the fuck out.”
For the next three minutes he pushed into my flesh like a bucking bull. Damn, that shit feels so fucking good. “Tony, enough.” I stood up still holding on to the doorknob and turned around with Tony still wanting more. “Move your ass. My husband has two guns in this bedroom alone. I don’t think you want to die with the label ‘rapist’ on your headstone. Trust me he would.” With those words his movement became urgent. I didn’t even get a good-bye kiss. I laughed to myself.
Now back to the matter at hand. Feeling more comfortable that Tony was gone I walked over to my armoire and opened it. I pulled out my eight-inch strap-on and got it on. I took a tube of KY jelly out and squirted some onto the head of my new dick. Yes, baby, here I come. This should earn me a few days of alone time. The thought of the reward after fucking him in the ass was enough for me to get off. Without any hesitation I headed into back into the bathroom to do my husband right.
2
Mark
The bathroom was nice and steamy just like Regina loved it. With all these new jet streams in the shower it proved to be the right call to renovate the condo. Damn, she was taking long. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep that woody.
Just when my little man was about to go limp, the bathroom door opened. I tugged on my dick to keep me hard. I needed someone else to be in control for the moment. I wasn’t gay and only allowed Regina to fuck me in my ass and get me out of my structured, planned life. It was only this past year that our sex life became over the top when it happened.
“You ready, daddy?” The shower door opened. She stood there all strapped up and ready to dedicate.
Daddy? Since when has she ever used that ghetto-ass terminology? “Daddy?” I gave her an odd look.
“Yes. Aren’t you the one who provides for me, gives me everything I need?” She rubbed on her new member.
“Well, please keep it behind closed doors.” I didn’t like that shit and I wasn’t going to mislead her that I favored her endearment.
“Sorry, baby, it won’t happen again.” She fixed her best puppy-eyed, “lost my best friend,” “I’m so sorry” look on but it didn’t work.
I grabbed her by the strap-on and unbuckled it. She tried at first to stop me but must’ve realized I had something to prove to her. As a man I wasn’t about to let her fuck me in my ass after calling me daddy. “Get on the bench and open those legs real wide.” I held the strap-on in my hands and walked over to the system pad by the glass door. I tapped a button twice and a stream of water shot out the ceiling over the bench. Regina knew exactly what to do; she fixed her goods directly under the shooting water. She opened her legs wide and exposed her clit to the fullest. As soon as the stream hit her moans were heard.
“Yes, baby. Oh shit. Come fuck your pussy, baby.”
With those words I did as commanded. I walked back over, took a seat at the end of the bench, and watched her excitement climax. I took a look at my little man standing at attention and the eight-inch cock in my hand; I opted on using the eight inches. Her eyes widened with surprise when I slid it into her gently. I knew my dick wasn’t big, but she would never know I thought so. There’s just some things a man will never admit to anyone; it works out better if you just to play the game.
“Wow, baby, it’s so big it hurts . . . but good. Shit that’s good.”
I knew she wasn’t lying. For the past eight years she only had me in her. If it didn’t hurt I would have to question her in the worst way. It took a minute to get all eight inches into her, but by her screams of pleasure I knew it wasn’t hurting that bad. As she continued to climax from the continuous jet stream of water on her clit and me fucking her hard with the strap-on my smaller head started to throb. I was about to bust. I left the strap-on in her and stood up. I held my manhood and directed straight to her mouth. She took all of me. It was one of the best feelings in the world to me; busting all my juice into her warm, wet mouth made me cum harder. It almost made me cum again instantly.
“Ahhhhh. Damn, baby, that was so good,” I said out of breath. She sucked every last drop of my love juice out of me.
“Don’t stop please, baby. I want to come again. Mmm . . .” The pulsating, jet-propelled water was still doing its main purpose: giving her the time of her life over and over again. She was now in a sitting position with her back slightly arched. Regina took ahold of the strap-on and did as she pleased with it, moving it in and out of her vigorously as the water came down faster in tempo.
I watched her cum again, then moved over to one of the bigger showerheads and washed off. I took pleasure in pleasing her no matter the cost. After cleaning myself off I exited the shower leaving her to go numb in a world of unstoppable bliss. I dried off and threw my robe on. After stepping into my room, there it was: another fucking bridal magazine on the dresser and on my side.
Ever since we moved back in after the renovation, the in-your-face hints had been on full blast. I don’t understand women. When we first met, I told her I didn’t believe a document or a big fancy party had to prove I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone. It was a waste of money if you asked me; inviting tons of people and only 10 percent of them actually reach in their pockets to offer a gift. They do what most guests do at any wedding: eat their bellies full, get wasted and, if you’re single, straight to the hotel with someone else who’s as drunk and horny as you are.
I’d shared my life with Regina for eight years; didn’t she know we’re already considered married? She didn’t have a need for anything. I treated her like my wife on paper, public, and private: her name was on everything, I referred to her as my wife in any and every form there was, and adored her as my queen beside me. I just didn’t understand why after all this time she wanted to actually get married. I shook my head and picked up the magazine, flipped through the pages, and tossed it to her side of the dresser. The way I saw it, if she asked me about it I wouldn’t be lying when I said yes.
The echoes from the bathroom told me she was going to be awhile. I took the opportunity to get some work done. I slipped into my flip-flops and headed to the kitchen. Glancing at the digital clock on the microwave, I picked up my cell phone off the counter. 2 Missed Calls flashed across the screen. Shit, that was the fucking call I was waiting for. Fuck it, it’s only nine o’clock out West. I tapp
ed the screen and put the phone on speaker.
“Hey, Mark, thanks for getting back to me,” a deep voice answered.
“So, Steve, do we have a deal at $3.5 million, fully furnished, all cash?” I crossed my fingers like a schoolgirl, but my tone was firm and quick.
“Can we close in ten days?” he asked.
“Congratulations, I will have the contract to you shortly. Next time you’re in town we’ll get together.”
“Definitely, we’ll talk soon.” Seconds later the phone disconnected.
“Yes!” I shouted and freely spun around resulting in one of Michael Jackson’s infamous poses.
“What got you Billie Jean-ing?” I heard a giggle.
“Just closed the deal on that one-bedroom on the Lower East Side.” I was happy I kept a laptop in the kitchen. I rarely stepped into my home office now that there’s a room for it. I opened the laptop and quickly went to work on the contract.
“I can’t believe somebody actually brought that place. That neighborhood sucks.”
“Now don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t be able to sell it?” I stopped typing and waited for an answer.
“Never, you are the best at what you do. You just listed it about a week ago. I just didn’t think you would sell it that fast, that’s all.” She kissed me on the lips and walked over to the fridge.
“Can you get me a water please?” She placed the bottle next to the laptop. “Thanks. You going to bed or back into the shower?” I smiled naughtily, pulling her close to me.
“I don’t know if I can give that addiction up.”
Her eyes fluttered just talking about it. I untied her robe and passed my fingers over her clit. She nearly bucked from my arms at the slightest touch.
“Please, baby, no more. I can’t . . .”
I picked her up. “I might just have to put a password on that shit so your ass don’t get carried away. I don’t want to come home one day to find you looking like a prune.” I had to laugh while I held her in my arms. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
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