Dilemmas (Part 1) (3 page)

chapter
2

It was four o’clock and almost time for the meeting with Dr. Taylor. Maurice let the staff know that he was headed to the meeting and asked if anyone else had left yet. The receptionist said that only one person was in the room. She gave him a sealed envelope that contained the security code to the room. Each week, Dr. Taylor created a code for the room and left a sealed envelope with the receptionist to give to the attendees.

Maurice walked down the hall toward the meeting room. As he approached the room, he could see a woman coming down the hallway. He realized it was Bevelyn.

“Where are you going?” she asked with an obvious attitude.

“Don’t start your shit, Bev,” Maurice snapped back, “I’m going to a damn meeting.”

“OK, I’ll sit in the x-ray waiting room and wait for you to finish,” she said while looking at him like she felt she would catch him in a lie.

Maurice started to question Bevelyn about her wanting to babysit him when his boss walked up.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Galvinston,” Dr. Taylor said.

“Good Afternoon, Dr. Taylor.”

“Galvinston, you’re going to be late to the meeting,” Dr. Taylor said, motioning for Maurice to start heading to the conference room.

Bevelyn looked as though she felt a little relieved that Maurice was actually going to a meeting. Another supervisor, Dr. Marshall, walked past, addressed Bevelyn, and walked into the meeting room.

“Now what, Bev? Just go home,” he said angrily.

“I’m going to wait. Let’s go to dinner after your meeting,” Bevelyn said in a kinder tone. “The kids are at your sister’s until eight.”

“Why? You know what, whatever,” Maurice said, throwing his hands up as he began walking down the hallway.

Maurice walked to the door, put the code in, and walked inside. Bevelyn walked down the hallway to the x-ray waiting area, and the receptionist greeted Bevelyn. She proceeded to tell her that her husband was in a meeting, but Bevelyn interrupted her, “I know, but thank you for letting me know.”

The receptionist looked confused, as she knew Bevelyn typically raised hell in the hospital on nearly every occasion when she visited. Bevelyn sat in a chair, placed her purse beside her, pulled out her iPad, and began to read as she waited.

The meeting was underway. Dr. Taylor went around the table, greeting everyone. “Good afternoon, Elleirbag, Galvinston, and Marshall. I’m glad you all could make it to the meeting. Now, let’s get started.”

Dr. Taylor stood up and started to undress, as did the others. They all engaged in an hour-long orgy. Maurice quickly grabbed Elleirbag and flipped her over to fuck her doggie style. Dr. Taylor grabbed Dr. Marshall, threw her on the table, and began to eat her pussy. Dr. Marshall was lying on her back. She looked to her left and could see Maurice pounding Elleirbag insanely. She looked at Ellierbag’s face and could see nothing but enjoyment. She looked at Maurice, and he winked at her with a smirk on his face, as if to say, “You’re next.”

Dr. Taylor stood up and slid his dick in Marshall. She released a soft groan of pleasure. She moaned louder, not worrying about being heard because the room was soundproof. He was fucking her with small thrusts. She was watching Elleirbag’s breasts hanging down; moving back and forth from the fucking Maurice was giving her. She reached her hand over to Elleirbag’s breast and began to play with them while being fucked by her boss.

Elleirbag opened her eyes to watch as Dr. Taylor fucked Marshall. She watched as Dr. Taylor bit his bottom lip while he was sticking Marshall. She looked at his chest and enjoyed the view of his body flexing as he entered Marshall over and over again.

Elleirbag and Marshall started rubbing one other and had inched close enough to each other to begin to kiss. “Why don’t you two eat each other?” Maurice asked.

Maurice and Dr. Taylor both stopped, and Elleirbag and Marshall climbed off the table and onto the floor. Marshall laid down on the floor. Elleirbag laid on top of her and started to lick her pussy as Marshall pulled Elleirbag’s hips closer to her mouth so that she could taste her pussy. Dr. Taylor got on his knees and began to fuck Elleirbag in her ass as Marshall was eating her. Maurice lifted Marshall up to be able to penetrate her ass. He started to put his dick in her ass, and she pulled back. She said, “You know that you’re too big for that with me.” He looked down at his long, wide dick and laughed.

He slowly started to put his dick into her pussy, and she began to moan. She moaned louder as he tried to penetrate her more. He slid in just enough to let it pulsate inside her. His method was driving her crazy. He then pulled his dick out and stuck it in Elleirbag’s mouth. Elleirbag enjoyed sucking the taste of Marshall off Maurice’s dick. He stuck it back in Marshall’s pussy and fucked her until she came.

Maurice was at the point of nutting and wanted it to be sucked out of him. Right before he came, he grabbed Elleirbag’s hair, snatched her head back from eating Marshall, and shoved his dick in her mouth. She began to get even wetter, as she had a high drive for giving head. She started to suck him, which did nothing but turn her on even more.

Marshall was licking Elleirbag’s pussy vividly as she came. Elleirbag continued to suck on Maurice until he came. She swallowed his nut and went back to eating out Marshall. Dr. Taylor began to come and took his dick out to ejaculate over Elleirbag’s pussy and Marshall’s face. He wanted to see his nut displayed over them like art on a canvas. He shot his nut on Elleirbag’s pussy and all over Marshall’s face. “Now lick it off her pussy,” he said to Marshall while pushing her head slightly. She started licking his nut off Elleirbag as Maurice stood and watched.

They each got up, heading to the private bathroom in the meeting room. In this bathroom were two showers, a double sink, a toilet, and a locker labeled, “Dr. Taylor.” When he opened the locker, there were bags with toothpaste, toothbrushes, washcloths, soap and deodorant for each. There were extra bags because others had not made it to the meeting. Elleirbag and Maurice jumped in one shower as Marshall and Dr. Taylor jumped into the other.

They each used light-smelling toothpaste and unscented soap to avoid leaving any traces of what happened in their office meetings. No one had a code to the office, so they had no worries of anyone coming in after their meetings and smelling any type of aroma. They each grabbed a soda to drink as they got dressed. The soft drink was not the best tasting after brushing their teeth, but it helped with the smell of toothpaste. They grabbed their staged paperwork and walked out of the office to their seprate destinations.

Maurice walked down the hallway to his waiting wife. She looked up as if happy to see him. Dr. Taylor walked toward the door to his office and told Bevelyn to have a wonderful evening. She asked Maurice if he was ready to go to dinner.

“That meeting was a hell of a workout on my head. I’m going home,” he said, eager to get home and rest.

“Forget last night, forget today, I want tonight to be about me and you,” she said. “After I put the babies to bed, I want you to make love to me.”

“Really? Why is that?”

“I want to make this work,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

“OK, but no Nedia, nothing.”

“I tell you what; I’m powering my cell off right now.”

He did not want to have a sexual encounter with Bevelyn, especially after his meeting, but he felt that it would keep her off his back for a few months. He told her he would turn his cell phone off as well, and they and they left.

Nedia was on her way home when she received a frantic call.

“Nedia! Where the hell have you been? Your father is on his way to the hospital! He passed out, and we don’t know what’s wrong with him!” her mother yelled at her. Nedia became very panicky and turned her car around, heading back to the hospital.

She arrived at the hospital, and her father was hooked up to an EKG. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH HIM?” she screamed.

Her mother and the staff tried to calm her down. They informed her that he may have had a heart attack. “A
heart attack
? He’s only fifty-five, and he’s healthy,” she said.

Her mother began to console her, “You have to think. It can happen to anyone, but he’ll be fine.”

Nedia reached for her phone to call Bevelyn, but Bevelyn’s phone was off.

Bevelyn and Maurice arrived home. Maurice could hear the home phone ringing as he unlocked the door. Bevelyn was still pulling up but made it to the door before he had closed it.

Bevelyn started taking her shoes off as she walked in the door and headed to the kitchen. Maurice rushed in to answer the phone. It was his sister. She was calling to ask if the kids could spend the night because they were begging for a sleepover with their cousins. Maurice told her it would be fine as long as they got to school the next day. He caught a glimpse of Bevelyn heading down the hallway to the bedroom as he talked to his sister. His sister told him she would buy an outfit them for school while she was out. Maurice hung up the phone and turned it off, not bothering to check the answering machine. He couldn’t help but think Bevelyn was up to something. He took a little time to stand by the phone to get his composure together.

Bevelyn was in the bedroom and began to play
their
CD. Old-school lovemaking tracks could be heard from the hallway. Maurice raised his head to look down the hall, where he could see the flickering of candlelight coming out of the room door. He knew it was time to make love.

Bevelyn walked down the hall and grabbed Maurice by the hand to lead him to the bathroom. She turned her back to him in order to lean in and turn on the shower. When she turned back around, he was lifting his shirt over his head. His shirt was sliding off his large biceps. She walked up to him and grabbed his shirt. “Let me take off your clothes,” she said while pulling at his shirt. He looked down at her and smiled with his flirtatious, slightly sideways smile.

Bevelyn stood slightly tiptoe and gave Maurice a small kiss. She ran her hands across his chest as he pulled her dress straps down and kissed her on her neck. The bathroom began to mist up from the water flowing out of the showerhead. He turned her around to unzip her dress and watched as it fell. He stood admiring her body. He stared at her plump ass as the G-string was engulfed by her full ass.

She started to unzip his pants, which were already unbuttoned. “Look at me, Bev. Don’t take your eyes off me,” he said while staring at her.

Bevelyn looked up at Maurice and exhaled at his beautiful eyes staring back at her. She finished removing his pants and boxers. He ran his hands down her hips and removed her
G-
string with his fingers.

Maurice stepped into the tub with one leg and turned around to take Bevelyn’s hand. She placed her hand in his hand and stepped in. Another track began to play, and he took his hand and ran it up the back of her neck to the bottom of her hair. He grabbed her head and pushed it toward him and began to kiss her passionately. The water was flowing all over her back, hair, and face. He turned her around and began to kiss the back of her neck.

Bevelyn grabbed a washcloth and began to lather it. She turned around and squeezed the warm, soapy water over Maurice’s chest and watched as it slid down his sculptured body. He pulled her close to him and began to massage her back as she stood in front of him. She stared into his eyes, and he returned the stare, never losing sight of her.

Maurice picked Bevelyn up, and she locked her legs around his waist. He put his hands beneath the bottom of her thighs to spread her pussy lips apart and slid her down on his dick. He let out a low “Ahhhh” as her body adjusted down on his dick. She had her hands wrapped around his head. He turned her so the top part of her back was against the wall. He slowly penetrated her deeper, pulling out almost to the tip of the head and then thrust back in fully. He would not take his eyes off her. She had tears of pleasure in her eyes.

“Let’s go to the bed,” Bevelyn said, wanting Maurice to stoke her passionately. Still straddled on him, he told her to hold on as he used his hands to make sure he could get out of the tub. She held on, and he walked with her holding on to him and kissing him. He continued to kiss her as he laid her on the bed.