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“Hell no, I didn’t see it happening, and you didn’t either. Tell the truth, shorty. You my wife, so I won’t judge you. Be real and let it be known that all you wanted to do was fuck me when you first saw me,” I said and passed her the joint.
She laughed, took a pull, and then kept it in her hands.
“Hmmmm, I wanted to fuck you so bad, but you talked too much shit, and I felt like you would have judged me if I fucked you on the first night. When you told me that you would meet me in the bathroom to eat my pussy, it was so tempting, but you were with Miami, and I didn’t want you to run back and tell him. I know how niggas can be after getting some pussy. Believe it or not, I actually cared what you thought of me at the time. Hell, I still care. That’s why I’m beating my ass when it comes to being a mother to our daughter.
“To you, I can have the best pussy, the best head, and the best body in the world, but I want you to fill my head up with other positive shit and glorify me on being a good mother. That means everything to me, Bari. I’m working on my emotions. I promise I am. You know how tainted my relationship had gotten with my mother over the years. I just don’t ever want Jamaria to feel the same way about me that I felt about my mom, you know? I’ll do better,” she assured me.
She handed me back the blunt, and I didn’t give it back to her because too much weed in her system was going to have her in her feelings, and that was what we were trying to avoid in the first damn place.
“Shorty, I don’t know what you think of me, but I brag on you like a motha fucka. When I went back to work, everybody wanted to know how you and the baby were doing, and like a proud fuckin’ husband, I boasted in my store and told everybody with fuckin’ ears that my wife handled her own birth. I let them know that you pushed our baby out your damn self.
“Shorty, I know how to change Jamaria diapers because of you. You the one taught me to fold it a little bit at the front since the ones that we’ve been putting on her are a little bit too big. You the one taught me the proper way to hold her, how to burp her, not to lay her on her stomach right now, all that shit. You know I halfway paid attention in those damn parenting classes anyway. If I’m doing something good with Jamaria, shorty, I give credit to you because you taught it to me.
“You gotta tell yourself to fuck being humble for a day and brag on yourself, Mahogany. You’re a damn good mother. I would have got in your ass a long time ago if I felt like you weren’t. Jamaria is lucky because not everybody can say that they have you for a mom,” I let her know, in all fuckin’ honesty.
“Thank you, baby. I love you,” she cooed.
I could see it in her eyes that she needed to hear that. I don’t know what made this time more special than any other time that I told her because I always gave my wife her credit and let her know how much of a great parent she was.
“Give me a kiss. Why the fuck it feels like it’s been months since I got a kiss from my own fuckin’ wife?” I asked, pulling her into me by the back of her head.
Our lips touched, and I still felt that fuckin’ spark that I used to feel whenever she kissed me. I was feeding her my tongue, and she was gladly sucking on it. She moaned as her arms went around my neck. I stood us up and sat her down on the chair that I was just sitting down in as my hands went for the waistband of the silk pajama bottoms that she had on.
“Hmmmm, baby no. My six weeks aren’t up until next week,” she panted, trying to push me back, but neither I nor my dick wanted to hear that shit.
I kissed on her neck, and while I did that, I used my hands to unbutton her silk top. Skillfully, I removed the shirt and her bra, and her titties popped right out like, Surprise. My dick jumped just at the sight of those pretty bitches. I held them both in my hands, and I took my time, making love to both of them with my mouth. Once I had her grinding into the chair like a fuckin’ maniac, I knew right then that I could proceed with what I was doing, and she wasn’t worried about those six weeks, just like how I wasn’t worried about them.
I kissed my way down her stomach, and once I made it to her pussy, I kissed it through her pajamas. She was moaning, squirming, and although I couldn’t see it yet, I knew she was creaming for me. I removed the bottoms that she had on, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
“I didn’t shave,” she warned me.
I smirked at her because if only she knew how much I didn’t give a fuck about no shit like that. I pulled her panties to the side and placed a wet kiss on her clit. Back in the day, I would lay a bitch out with my words for not shaving their pussy because back then, I had a thing for bald pussy. But, when it came to my wife, she could have patches on her pussy, and I wouldn’t give a fuck. When you got older, certain shit just didn’t matter because it wasn’t what the pussy looked like, it was what it felt like. Then again, I take that back because presentation was every fuckin’ thing. When it came to my wife, though, I didn’t mind the hair.
“Shitttt,” she moaned and threw her head back.
Like a nigga just got back home from doing time, and I forgot what pussy even tasted like, I went in for the kill. I wasn’t even the type of nigga who ate ass, but I was eating Mahogany’s ass and her pussy. I was holding the back of her thighs, keeping her legs wide open, while she had her hand down, keeping her panties out of the way.
“Damnnnn, babyyyy… I’m going to cummm toooo fassttttt… shittttt… what the fuck are you doinngggggg? Bariiiiii,” she cried out when I laid my warm, thick tongue on her clit.
I just kept flicking it up and down, side to side, knowing that it would make her cum quick. Her eyes started to roll, her body shook, her hand went on top of my head, and a fuckin’ explosion came out of her. I licked up as much of that shit as she would allow me before she started pushing me away.
“Damn. Please tell me you have condoms. I can’t wait another week for some dick,” she said, pulling her panties off, which were drenched in her juices.
“Fuck I look like having condoms around this bitch? Ima married man, shorty. It’s either raw dick or no dick at all. I and my dick don’t like rubber. Your pussy don’t either,” I said, pulling her arm and making her body damn near hang off the chair.
Her ass was at the edge, right where I wanted it. Mahogany didn’t even bother to say shit because she knew this was a battle that she wouldn’t even win with me. Now, let a nigga had pulled out a condom, then she would have been bitching and wanting to know where the fuck I got a condom from.
“Tell me if my pussy feels the same. Don’t lie to me either,” she said while reaching up and intertwining her hands with mine.
We both looked
down and watched together as my dick slid inside of her. She’d been doing some damn vagina steam that she saw on YouTube, and it was supposed to make her walls tight like they were before she had the baby, and all I could say was that motha fucka worked! I felt like I was pushing up inside virgin pussy. I couldn’t promise my wife that I would pull out. I just couldn’t because her shit was that good. It was tight, no doubt, wet like a motha fucka, and so fuckin’ good. Her titties shook as I fucked her slowly.
“It ain’t too soon to have another one, is it? Fuckkkk, Mahogany. Good ass fuckin’ pussy. Shorty, I don’t think I can pull out tonight. This feels too motha fuckin’ good. Damnnnn, what the fuck did you do?” I groaned as I put my lips to her neck and bit the fuck out of her.
Her body jumped when I did that, and she whimpered, but that didn’t stop her from fuckin’ back.
“Jabariiiiii… don’t play with me. Don’t fuckin’ play with meeee. Shittttt, niggaaaaa. Stay on my spot. Stay on my spotttttt,” she cried as she fucked me right back.
