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She whimpered. “Ohh, damn. Anthony. Damn.”

He gradually devoured her entrance and tunneled her canal with his stiff
tongue, slyly slipped his tongue and bottom lip back to meet her clitoris again.
Miki felt herself swell and felt her wetness accumulate. She braced herself upon
all fours for what she was given, pressing her pussy toward him harder and
harder, the more she felt the sensation of his warm mouth pleasing her.

“Awww, damn. Umh, umh.” She took a second to think about what
would happen if T.J. woke up and saw his daddy kissing his mommy between the
legs. She thought about what would happen if her neighbor, Constance, who shared
a twin garage on the other side of the wall next door, came home and shined her
headlights on the X-rated, freaky sight of Miki getting eaten alive from behind
in the back of her own SUV.

And all those thoughts added to her thrill. She could feel her dizziness
approach as his lips extended over her outer lips, bringing her sex organ to a
sneaky eruption.

“Yes. Oh my God. Oh, dammit. Yes.” She bit her lip as his jaw and
mouth continued to work. He shook his head and hummed. Then he found her asshole
with his middle finger and inserted it slowly through the puckered opening, and
slightly inside. Her ass gripped his finger, and he pressed inside even more,
all the while sucking relentlessly upon her pussy.

“I’m cumming. Oh no. I’m…,” and Miki came in
Anthony’s mouth at the same time she heard a female voice say,
“It’s me, baby. Pick up the phone.”

It was Anthony’s woman, Kiki, ringing in to the sound of her own
personal ring tone voice on his cell as Miki shot her orgasm into
Anthony’s mouth. The phone rang and rang and she came and came from the
back of the truck, with him leaning in to take what she couldn’t help but
give him: her pussy juices.

He backed away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and actually
took the call, looking right at Miki’s ass. “No, I’m just
leaving. Yes, he’s fine. Uh-huh, we’ll be there in a minute.
Bye.”

“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” asked T.J., whose voice moved
slowly.

Miki immediately shook her fog and pulled down her dress, scooting over to
sit down in the back of the truck.

“She’s in the car. We’re talking. Go back inside and get
your things so we can go.”

“Okay,” he said, rubbing his eyelids and turning back inside.

Anthony stepped over to turn on the light as Miki climbed out. She said,
“First of all you need to wash your hands. And you need to leave as soon
as you can before your girl comes over here and shoots us both.”

“She’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, she shouldn’t be,” Miki said, standing behind
the truck, preparing to close the back hatch.

T.J. came through the door and into the garage. He handed his dad a small bag
and hung his backpack over his shoulder.

“Let’s go, son. I missed you.”

“Missed you, too. Bye, Mom,” T.J. said without looking at his
mom.

“Bye, honey.” She watched them walk away.

“Daddy. Where’s Kiki?” Miki heard T.J. ask.

“She’s at home.”

“I miss her.”

Miki fought to stop her mouth from falling open. She continued to watch her
son head off to be part of his father’s complete family.

Anthony put T.J. in the car and looked back at Miki. He waved.
“We’ll see you later.” He ran his tongue over his upper lip
and said, “Bye sugar.”

She spoke up quickly and loudly and sarcastically. “Yeah, yeah,
whatever. And tell Kiki she’s got absolutely nothing whatsoever to worry
about.”

Her thoughts were busy.
How strong could that marriage be when he’s
eating my pussy nearly every week? I’m gonna let that shit go on and on.
I’ve got nothing to lose. But little wifey, stepmother Kiki surely
does.

“Why am I here?” Later, Miki stood in the hotel room at the W.
Her brother-in-law sat on the unmade queen bed. The room smelled of the leftover
supreme sausage pizza from the cardboard box on the floor.

“I don’t know. I guess if you have to ask, I have to ask, too.
Why are you here?” He looked like he needed a haircut and a shave, bad. He
wore only basketball shorts, two sizes too small. His boobs were almost as big
as hers. He stood up.

She eyed his body. “I have no flippin idea.”

“You talk to Adore lately?” he asked casually.

Miki stood near the wall by the door. “Let’s not talk about
that.”

“Fine with me.” He stood and took a cautioned step toward her.
“I’ve been thinking about you for a while now. I’m basically
separated and I was wondering if, maybe.”

She put her hand up. “Oh please. You thought maybe we could try to
what?”

“Well, you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

He turned back to the bed. “So, you’ll fuck me but nothing
more.”

“Exactly. And I’m not even sure if I can do that again.”
She looked at the random sprouts of hair on his back and felt like she could
gag.

“So why are you here?”

“A part of me can’t tell you. That’s part of the
problem.”

He turned to her. “Is it that bad? To think about being with me again,
I mean. Damn.”

“You’re my brother-in-law. Hello!” she shouted like
somebody needed to wake up. She scowled at him.

“So? That didn’t stop us before.”

“I hoped it would be enough to stop us now.”

“Is it?” He gave her a lustful, hungry, wanting look that she
caught.

She swallowed and sighed. “No. Do you have a condom?”

“I do.”

Miki began to remove her clothes, placing her dress on the red guest chair.
Tommy was all eyes. He stood and started to pull down his shorts. The bulge that
contained his penis looked like he had a squirrel inside. Miki turned away and
stepped toward the bathroom.

“Damn, you look good,” he said, looking at her ass as she walked
away.

She heard a sound like a cat meowing. “What was that?”

“What?”

She exited the bathroom and pointed. “I heard something in the bedroom.
What is that?”

“Oh. That’s just L’Oreal.”

Miki’s voice jumped. “L’Oreal. My niece?”

“Yes.” He tossed his basketball shorts onto the floor.

“You brought her here to the hotel with you?”

“I had no choice. I have her for the night and—”

“And what?”

“And I wanted to see you.”

Miki headed back to the guest chair and got dressed, fast. “You had to
see me now. Tonight. You couldn’t wait to see me later when you
didn’t have her. Is that what kind of father you’re going to be to
her? Bringing her on fuck dates with you?”

“No. Just tonight.”

She aimed her finger at him. “Tommy. I don’t believe you. I hope
Adore never takes you back.” She opened the door.

He yelled, “Miki! Hold on!”

“Good-bye, Tommy. What in the hell was I thinking?” She stepped
out.

He stood in his way-too-tight orange underwear. “But Miki. Your niece
is in there. Don’t you even want to see her? I heard you’ve never
even taken the time to meet her.”

She fought not to yell. “When and if I do see her, it definitely
won’t be like this. I’ve gotta go. Bye. And lose my fucking
number.”

She closed the door softer than she wanted to and left her brother-in-law and
her new, unseen niece inside.

Teela

I
n the middle of the next week, Teela
arrived home from a long day at work after a staff meeting with some corporate
executives at the health club. The meeting started at five in the afternoon and
lasted past the dinner hour.

There was no need for her to worry about cooking any meals tonight. She
peeked into the side-by-side refrigerator and saw a foil-covered dinner plate
Austin had prepared for her earlier and put away. It was her favorite meal of
pork chops and cabbage with turkey necks.

She said aloud as she grabbed the plate, “That boy is trying his best
to fatten me up.” She inhaled the smell.

“Hey, sweetie,” Austin said, placing his Nokia phone into his
pants pocket as he stepped into the kitchen. He smelled of a freshly dabbed
splash of his masculine, sandalwood signature cologne. “I see your meeting
lasted longer than you thought.”

“It did. But I’m home now. And I am starving.” She peeled
back the foil. “This looks really good, thanks.”

“No problem. Things were pretty quiet around here today. Just a few
work orders. Mainly an air conditioner and a couple of water heaters.” His
cell rang from his pocket. “Excuse me a minute,” he told Teela,
turning his body. “Hello.” He began to walk out of the room.

She said out loud, standing next to the oak-and-limestone island.
“Since when do you leave the room to talk on your cell?”

He replied from the hallway, “Huh? No.” He reentered and opened
the fridge while still on the phone.

“Who’s that?” Teela asked.

He replied while bending down to grab some grapes from the crisper.
“Oh, it’s Payshun. You know, our neighbor. Payshun.”

“Oh, as long as it’s not Falon. She’s not getting her fake
ass back over here. She’s one of those “fuck you till you’re
asleep and lie to your bitch” hos. Anyway, tell Payshun I said hi, and ask
her when we’re all gonna get together again.” Teela stood at the
counter in front of the microwave and transferred the food to a microwave safe
dish.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, Teela wants to know when we’re all getting
together…. I know…. Yeah…. Uh-huh…. I will. Okay…. So
everything’s cool with your closet then…. Okay…. Okay…. Yeah. Bye.” He closed his phone and the fridge and popped two grapes
in his mouth, chomping down and chewing with his mouth open.

“What’s wrong with her closet?” Teela asked, placing the
container inside and pressing the Start button.

“The sliding door was off the track.”

“It’s those cheap doors. So she’s calling you instead of
the office?” she asked while the microwave did its thing.

“Well, considering we know her pretty well, I guess she feels she can
call directly.”

Teela asked, “We know her? No. I don’t know her at all. But the
original intention was to get to know her. Is that something you still wanna do?
What did she say when you asked her?” She opened the silverware drawer and
took out a knife and fork.

“I did. She said she can’t. She’s studying for a
real-estate exam. She’s been really busy.”

“I see. I didn’t mean tonight. Anyway, did you eat?”

“I did.” His cell rang again. “Hello. Which unit?
I’ll be right over.” He popped two more grapes in his mouth and
stepped to the side door. “That was the answering service. Unit 203 has a
problem with their air conditioner. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. I’ll be right here, tearing this food up.”

He left as Teela opened the microwave and checked her plate, which was still
not hot enough so she reset it. She leaned against the counter and turned around
to look out the window over the sink. She glanced around at the building next
door, and on the first level, she saw a man standing in the window. The vertical
blinds were open, and he was butt naked, standing in front of someone. Teela
stood on her tiptoes to see exactly what was going on when suddenly one of the
lights was turned off and only a faint shadow remained.

Immediately, without thinking, Teela darted out the side door and ran down
the stairs to the bottom level. She tiptoed over near the window and climbed
onto the small balcony, quickly pressing her back to the wall and then leaning
her head over to take a peek. The room was still dark, but she could see a man
getting head service, and the person giving it to him on his knees was also a
man. Teela’s jaw dropped and she held her breath. She kept looking. The
bald-headed male receiver had big butt cheeks that flexed tighter and tighter as
he pressed his dick in and out of the man’s mouth. Teela’s heart
took off in an instant and she felt a rush of heat consume her, but just that
quick the sound of a yapping dog got louder and louder.

The receiver quickly turned around and Teela darted her head back against the
wall. She counted to three, then started to lean her head into the window again
when she heard, “Who’s that?”

Teela sprang from her place and jumped over the rail like it was a hurdle,
dashed around the corner to the other side of the wall, and crouched low near a
bush. The dog still yelped, even more panicky. Now Teela’s heart raced so
hard you could see her chest rise and fall. Suddenly a door opened, and a couple
hugged as the male gave a cheek kiss. He walked away, dropping the hand
he’d held. The sexy girl said, “I’ll see you in the
morning.” The floral bouquet scent of Perry Ellis for Women tickled the
air.

“Yes, you will,” he said. Then he turned and his eyes met
Teela’s shock-filled face. “What are you doing?” he asked, at
the same time the girl’s door could be heard closing.

Teela sprung to a stance. “The question is, what the hell are you
doing? I thought you had a call for an AC.”