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LaQuandra took a deep breath, then blew it out. “Next question,” she snapped.
“Great. Okay, ladies. Right now we have the Woodses in the lead with thirty-six points, followed by the Evanses with twenty-eight points. And Mr. and Mrs. Lewis with seven points . . .”
Brenda rolled her eyes up in her head at the Lewises’ score. It was real telling. And a damn shame, she thought.
“This next and final question,” Dr. Dangerfield continued, “is for the win. Ladies, does your husband masturbate?”
Brenda and Krista were the first to write their answers on their respective boards.
“Mrs. Lewis. Your answer, please.”
The bastard probably is jacking his dick, LaQuandra thought as she wrote her answer, since he ain’t jacking it inside of me.
“Okay, ladies. Turn your boards.”
LaQuandra: YES
Brenda: YES
Krista: NO
The men revealed their answers. LaQuandra and Brenda were correct. Krista had a surprised look on her face at Kendall’s answer—yes. She wondered why the hell he would be playing with himself when she kept him fucked. Krista stood there dumbfounded as Brenda screamed and Roselle ran around from his booth and swept her in his arms, swinging her around.
Bells and horns blared out. Confetti burst out of trumpets.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Woods,” Dr. Dangerfield said over the hoopla. “You are the winners of . . .”
LaQuandra half-clapped.
“I . . .”
Isaiah headed for the bar.
“Know . . .”
Krista stared Kendall down.
“You . . .”
Kendall sighed.
“Best . . .”
Twelve
Roselle’s dick was hard. And if he were embarrassed by that fact, he wouldn’t have stood up in his Speedo swim trunks with his thick bulge on display. Fact was, he wasn’t ashamed of his dick, erect or flaccid. Shit. He was a man. All man. And men got aroused.
So what was there to be ashamed of?
He was proud of his smooth, golden-brown dick. Back when he was in high school, it’d been given the name “Beauty” because it was just that—beautiful. And because of the beauty mole on the front of his shaft, just over the thick vein. The name stuck with him all through high school, college, and even now.
Horny bitches loved his dick.
They loved Beauty.
So if a chick—or another motherfucker—was bold enough to stare at it, oh fucking well. He’d proudly give them a full view.
Roselle, Isaiah, and Kendall were ushered off to one of the private beaches without their wives and, so far, it was a day of peaceful bliss. There were about thirty half-naked women of different shapes and sizes (who all had one thing in common—they were stunningly beautiful) on the beach with them. Eye candy was everywhere, and none of the men could stop eyeballing all of the bouncing ass and jiggling breasts.
