BOMAW 4-6

by Mercedes Keyes

"I'll be fine, don't you worry about me. Goodnight - Shawn."

  He waved at her and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He went into the bathroom, used it and then pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off the training pants he put on to go and get her, leaving only his briefs on and climbed into bed, dropping off into blessed deep sleep.

  Smiling to herself, Edwina wandered around the house. Keeping quiet as he slept behind the closed door. She couldn't believe her luck. They were there together and alone. She wrestled with herself back and forth as she looked over Sylvia's house, and the work that was being done to it. She wondered just how close they were? Couldn't be that close if Sylvia was still gone. After an hour and a half of wandering around, she went to the other room and sat on the bed. Looking at the clock, it was after two in the morning, chewing on the inside of her mouth, she made up her mind. "I did not come all this way, and do all of this to sleep by myself tonight. Hmmm, you're a red blooded American male, and its been over a week since your wife's been gone." She smiled and stood from the bed and walked down the hall, around the sitting area in front of the fireplace and to the bedroom door, where he lay behind. Unsure of herself, she stood a moment, then finally tested the knob, it turned and the door opened.

  Shawn was having the most incredible dream about Sylvia - he moaned. She was touching him, touching him with caressing hands, delicate, sucking kisses. He moaned again, it felt wonderful, stirring him as she knew she could. He turned to his back, stretching his body out flat for her. 'O-o-oh yeah... Sylvie... oooh babe.... feels good.'He dreamily thought. Surrounded by the hard claws of slumber, his body responded to the sensations coursing over him. He could see the seductive eyes of his wife, the knowing smile as she had her way with him. Shawn's pelvic rolled upward, he had a rock hard erection. The dream seemed so real, it had been so long. 'Oh Sylvie... please... touch me...' He pleaded in his dream, and the words, "... touch me." Floated from his lips on a moan, he was throbbing, swollen - his cock heavy and loaded.

  "Ohhhh..." He groaned as warm soft hands encircled his erection. Another groan escaped him as the arousing dream had his wife, slowly... torturously ... taking him into her mouth. "Oh Sylvie... ohhh..." He groaned flexing his hips upward, his mind hazy with sleep, although his body was awake to every touch and taste.

  Chapter 110

  Edwina felt herself throbbing with heat, soaking wet for him. She couldn't believe it, the feel of him. This was a beautiful man, from head to foot and everywhere in between. She touched him in wonder, hating that Sylvia had him. She didn't deserve a man like this. Edwina licked and chewed on her lip, nervous as she touched him, carefully caressing his skin as he lay on his side with his back to her. She was afraid of waking him. If she could just get him to respond to her touch while he slept, he would be too aroused to stop by the time he woke up. It was working, little light delicate touches to his skin, her lips softly kissing his ear, the side of his neck.

  He groaned and turned to his back.

  Edwina's heart started pounding crazily behind her breasts, to see him laid out, his hairy chest and large body, a man's body, full, strong, thick, incredible to touch. He started moving, she knew that he must be dreaming. She smiled. Carefully, she kissed his ear lobe, touching it with her tongue, then his cheek, the tip of his nose, down to his lips, letting her tongue taste his lips as with a palpitating heart, she let her hand carefully stroke down his body. He moaned again, his body flexing, his hips starting to gyrate slowly.

  "Oh my god." She gasped in a whisper to see him erect, the sheer size of him blowing her away as it stood free of his brief, pulsing large, rigid as he rolled his hips up again, his head turned to her, "...touch me." He muttered in his sleep.

  Edwina smiled, "Gladly." She returned softly, wrapping her hand around his velvety smooth penis, so hard - it throbbed in her hand. "Jesus look at this... oooh baby..." She leaned down and tasted him, then took him into her mouth. He groaned out loud, flexing up to her mouth, his hand was at her head, pressing her there to pleasure him. Edwina did so gladly, reeling dizzy from the heady high of getting him to respond to her, she laved the length of him sucking and kissing, using her tongue to further arouse him.

  Shawn was slowly coming up from the deep well of sleep. His body was on fire, he felt on the verge of climax as the warm, wet mouth of Sylvia tried to take as much of him into her mouth as possible. She'd never done it quite like this before, drawing him so deep into her mouth, his swollen head pressing to her throat. He gripped her hair, he didn't want to come in her mouth. "Come... up here... baby please... Sylvie... up here..." He groaned. Her hands were squeezing at his balls, rubbing them, sending him into madness. When she used one of her fingers to glide into the crack of his ass, something happened in his mind. Something wasn't right. He began struggling to come awake. He knew that he was dreaming. Sylvia hadn't come home, yet in the dream, what was happening to him seemed so real... too real. He started shaking his head. Suddenly he felt a weight come upon him, an unusual voice, not Sylvia's.

  "Give me just one second baby... I'mo ride you like she ain't never done. Hang on, goddamn I been dreamin' 'bout yo' ass - and this dick, oh let me slide down on it baby-..."

  Shawn's eyes shot open as he felt himself being guided to her wet heat.

  "WHOA!!! WHAT THE FUCK -..." In a panic he turned his body aside dumping her from him. He scrambled off the bed so fast, his legs got tangled in the sheets and he fell to the floor, dragging them off the bed with him. His heart was slamming in his chest, absolute fear and horror coursing through him as he made it across the floor to the wall, scrambling up it to click the light on. Gasping, unable to get control of his breathing, he stood staring at the naked woman kneeling in the center of his wife's bed...their bed.

  "What the hell!" Edwina whined, "What's wrong with you? Why you stop it!?" She asked, her hands on her hips as she pouted upset. She was on fire, had been so close to sinking down on him, she was soaked from wanting to finish what she'd started, her heart was still pounding.

  Shawn couldn't believe his eyes. Couldn't believe what had almost happened to him. Couldn't believe that Sylvia's friend had tried to actually have sex with him. His stomach was tied up into knots at the thought of -if - he'd not awakened in time, he would have penetrated, she would have taken him into her body. The thought of it horrified him so his temper went through the roof. The thought of what this could do to his marriage... how this could hurt Sylvia.

  "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!!! GET THE FUCK OUT'AH MY BED!!!"

  "Man who the hell you yelling at like that!? I was taking care of yo'ass! By the looks of it, you needed it too! Yo' shit was harder than' a ma'fucka'! Why you have to stop it!? Don't make no damn sense! We might as well go on and finish it... shit... who gone know?!"

  "GET - THE FUCK - OUT'AH MY BED! NOW!!!"

  "Why?! What's wrong with you?!" She complained, "Motherfucker don't be trying to act all righteous and shit! Funny how yo'ass slept on while I was sucking yo' dick! How come you didn't wake up then!? 'Cause you was likin' it! Admit it!" She declared boldly.

  "Did you hear anything I just said?! And at what point did I ask you to suck my dick?!" He growled standing at the door, "I want you out of my fucking house! Now... tonight!"

  "Motherfucker you crazy! Its after two in the goddamn morning, I ain't goin' no goddamn where this time of night! You done lost yo' mind!"

  "I'VE LOST MY MIND!??" Shawn blasted incredulous. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SYLVIA'S FRIEND - REMEMBER HER... THAT'S MY WIFE!!!"

  "Ain't nobody here but me and you... she ain't got to know! You don't tell her, I won't tell her... we'll keep it just between the two of us. Shit... don't be standing there acting like you all above this and shit! I know better, I know what yo' ass is into... acting all shocked and shit! Hell - as many as you done fucked, ain't no sense in you stopping now! Sylvia not here and - I am... so you need to calm your ass down and get a grip. Come on back to this bed and lets fini
sh it. I'mo lay some shit on you - you ain't ever gone forget!"

  Shawn stood staring as if he were in the twilight zone. He realized he was still hanging free and adjusted himself, shifting his limp member back into his brief.

  "You got five minutes to get your clothes on and get the hell out of my house." He warned low.

  "Ain't this 'bout a bitch-..."

  "No... you 'bout a bitch... I want you gone!" He ordered.

  She sat in the middle of the bed, crossing her arms across her breasts. "As I said, it's two in the morning... if you think I'm gone be walking around in the dark at this time of night, you got another think coming. I swear fo'god, I ain't never known no man to be so stupid, you could'ah just laid back and let the shit happen... I wouldn't give a damn if you pretended to be sleep, I would have gotten your ass off, and good."

  Shawn covered the top of his head, not sure of what to do, he didn't want to get near her. "Fucking hell!" He muttered, saying not another word, he walked out of the room and went into the living-room and dialled the phone across the road.

  Edwina was trying to hear what he was doing, she climbed off the bed, and began picking up her clothes.

  Shawn clicked the phone off and then back on and dialled across the road again, letting it ring again because the answering machine had kicked on. He turned back to look at the bedroom door, to see her moving around and getting her clothes on. The third time he did it, Crystal answered the phone.

  "Hello?" She asked groggily.

  "I need your help over here... now... can you come?"

  "What's wrong papah? What's going on?" She asked.

  "Just get dressed and get over here right away!"

  "WHO THE HELL YOU CALLING?" Edwina yelled from the door.

  "WHO IS THAT?!" Crystal blurted, having heard a woman's voice.

  "The reason I called you... can you-..." He never got any further, the phone click off.

  Shawn turned around and laid the phone down, walking quickly past Edwina, careful not to touch her, he went for his training pants and put them on. No sooner had he stepped into them that someone was banging on the door.

  "Who you call?" Edwina asked nervously, looking at him as he walked back past her again and to the front door, opening it for Crystal, who started going off right away, "WHO THE HELL UP IN MY MAMA'S HOUSE!?!" She demanded looking at Shawn, who silently looked towards Edwina and pointed.

  "Ah - I see how you gone be... why you have to call her? Why you have to bring her in on it?" Edwina asked offended.

  "I told you to leave, you refused." Shawn reminded her.

  "Wait just a goddamn minute here! What the fuck you doing here, at my mama's house? Why the fuck my papah got to call me on yo' ass!?" Crystal started stepping towards her.

  "First of all, chill with the way you talking to me... I am your elder! Ain't your mama taught you no respect!?"

  "Yes she did, but what my mama taught me, don't apply to somebody like you!!" Crystal returned.

  "For your information - he brought me here!"

  "HANG-ON HANG-ON HANG-ON!!! You called me... told me you were broken down on the road! That you had no other way! I brought you back here to wait until morning to help you get your car fixed and you back on the road! No where in that, was there an invitation for you to come climbing into my bed with me!"

  "SHE CLIMBED INTO MY MAMA'S BED!?!?!"

  "Motherfucker don't act like you didn't want me there!" Edwina accused Shawn.

  "Lady... I wouldn't want you if you were dipped in gold, rolled over diamonds and had hundred dollar bills shootin' out'ah your ass!"

  "BITCH!!!" Crystal spat for good measure.

  "That ain't what you was saying while I was sucking your dick!"

  Crystal's mouth dropped open as she shot around to glare at Shawn, "I WAS SLEEPING AND SHE KNOWS IT!!" He defended himself hotly, humiliated.

  "Sleep my ass! That's why you grabbed my head and pushed me down on it?!"

  "Crystal, believe me... if I'd wanted anything from this woman, would I have called you over here? Believe me... I'm telling you the truth, I was out cold, and when I woke up, she was doing that."

  Crystal believed him, "You got to go bitch! You can walk out, or they can carry you out... which one is it gone be?!"

  "You know what, fuck ya'll! I don't need this shit! By the looks of thangs, that 'bout why you didn't want me... you got her daughter, what you-..."

  She'd gone too far, before she could blink, Shawn grabbed a hold of her by the clothes and was dragging her to the door, "You nasty piece of work, get the fuck out'ah my house now!" He tried to shove her out of it, but she started punching him in the face.

  "OH NO YOU DIDN'T - HO!!" Crystal attacked her, yanking her off of Shawn and pushing her out the front door onto the porch and knocking her off of the steps.

  Shawn went to the phone and called the police. She was out front yelling and screaming at Crystal, who was still on the porch begging her. "Step your rusty, crusty ass back up here then! I dare you!" Crystal challenged her.

  "Naaaw - fuck that... I know how to take care of this shit! You fucked up, Mr. McFuckin'Pherson! I got tapes on yo' ass! I got shit on you!" She yelled walking down the road from the house as Shawn and Crystal stood out on the front porch watching her walk off.

  "Think the police will pick her up?" Crystal asked.

  Shawn was quiet, he felt his stinging cheek, she'd scratched him, his neck was burning as well. He turned into the house with Crystal following him. "You okay papah?"

  Shawn went down the hallway to the main bathroom, clicked on the light and looked at his skin. There were two scratches on his neck and one on the edge of his jaw at the base of his cheek. He turned on the water and splashed his face, the area of the scratches.

  Crystal didn't say anything more, waiting on him to say something. He finally came out of the bathroom looking at her. "Under the circumstances, I think it's best you go back across the street." He said, feeling down. Edwina's words, accusing him of messing with Crystal disturbed him so he didn't want her in the house with him alone. It was like a hurtful punch in the stomach... first his own daughter had nailed him with that, and now again he'd been slapped with it. Once again his past life had led to this. He knew it. Some how, she'd seen tapes of him from when he'd done porn. That's what brought her to him. His past life was like a slime magnet. All the creepy crawlers and nasty beings once exposed to that, came to him, expecting him to be the low life he'd been back then. He thought about Jake and his father earlier that day. If his father only knew. He sat on the sofa lost in thought, Crystal sat across from him, staring at him.

  "Papah don't let her words bring you down. She said that because that's the kind of low life she is. People like that, think everyone is that way. "

  "I shouldn't have called you. That was wrong, looking back now."

  "Well I'm glad you called me! Because she might try and lie about this later! Because you called me, I know the truth! God I hate people like her! They can't stand to see someone else happy! They always have to try and destroy it because their lives suck! That's all that was about papah... come on now. I'll lock up the house, you go on back to bed."

  "I need your mother to come home. I need her to come home." He gasped, fighting back anguish, repeating it a second time.

  "Hang on a minute papah... hang on." Crystal grabbed the phone and dialled her mothers cell phone, praying that it was on. It rang three times and then she answered it. "Hello?" Her voice was groggy.

  "Mama... its Crystal."

  "Crystal? What's wrong?" Sylvia asked, sitting up in bed. She was still at her mother's. She kept the phone on in case Meribel called her to be picked up. She was visiting with her family so she didn't know when she might need her to come by and get her.

  "Shawn needs to talk to you mama... here..."

  Crystal passed the phone to Shawn and then left the house, going back across the road.

  Shawn held the phone, he was silent.

  "Shawn?
" She called his name softly.

  He swallowed, gripped and fighting with a need to beg her to come home. He took a deep breath trying not to give into it.

  "Shawn?" She called his name again, she could hear him breathing. Tears came to her eyes, "Talk to me."

  "I love you. I love you with all my heart. I have never... in my life... loved... as I do you. Please believe me... please believe me."

  "I believe you... I believe you Shawn... I do. I swear I do. Oh baby-..."

  "Are you okay?" He asked, willing to do anything to keep her on the phone, he would not cause an argument, he needed to hear her voice.

  "Yes...I'm okay. How are you?"

  "I miss you. How's my son... is he okay?"

  She smiled, "Jesse James is doing just fine... just fine." She declared softly.

  Shawn was quiet again, struggling with himself and finally he said, "You know... life is funny. You go through it, doing things, never realizing how much of what you do, or don't do, impacts you and everyone around you. People... me included... do stupid things."

  "What's wrong Shawn?"

  "I... I just wanna be a good husband to you Sylvie. I just wanna... love our children... and... do the things life was given to us to do... you know what I'm saying? You know... I just wish... all the other stuff... I just wish it would all ... just go away. Why can't it all just go away?"

  "What stuff Shawn?" She asked gently.

  "It keeps coming back on me." He mumbled low.

  "What keeps coming back?" She asked.

  "My past... what I did wrong. Don't ever give up on me Sylvie... love me forever - please... or... at least until I die... then... you'll be free... but until then-..."

  "Shawn what's wrong with you? Why are you talking like this? What about your past?"

  "I have to tell you something... something happened tonight."

  "What happened?"

  "Give me just a minute."

  "Okay... I'm listening." She took a deep breath and braced herself, it didn't sound good, whatever it was.

  "There was some trouble here at the house tonight."